My services and interests definitely set me apart from other BDSM professionals in town. There’s no dungeon and no leather — unless you count my office couch. I’m a male dominant known for my specialty in erotic hypnosis, a kink that is frequently misunderstood. Let me be clear: Erotic hypnosis is not about forcing people to do things without their consent. I am a licensed hypnotherapist — although it is not my day job — and like any other responsible dominant, I vet my clients and they vet me.

I’m a six-foot-two, muscular male in my late 40s, with dark hair and light blue eyes. I also happen to be in an open relationship with my girlfriend. Sometimes I see fellow kinksters who actually get turned on by the act of being hypnotized — as in, just the process itself can induce orgasm. Although more often than not, I see clients who want to further explore their sexuality or experience a fantasy that would otherwise be impossible without the incredible power of hypnotic suggestion.

For instance, I had a client last year who was already a fan of larger ladies. To celebrate a recent career milestone, he booked a session with me in order to be “physically shrunken and consumed by a giantess.”

With his obliging girlfriend looking on, I hypnotized him into believing he was only eight inches tall. From there, he and his plus-sized hottie went into the adjoining playroom where she “smothered” him with her E-cup tits, and then used him as her personal sex toy. In his mind, when she sucked his dick, she was swallowing his whole body. When they fucked, his entire body was inside her. He had multiple orgasms, and I brought him back mentally after they both finished their scene.

A month later, they booked another session with me — to celebrate their engagement. Sometimes exploring a kink can help take a relationship to another level or even lead to cathartic release.

Let me explain.

The story I’m about to share is told with full permission of the participant, although I will only refer to her by the initial “M.” It’s a fairly typical tale.

In this instance, I acted as a dominant sexual surrogate to M who wanted to try out hypnosis as a means to “get her groove back,” as she put it.

I had the benefit of already knowing M from our local munch. In her previous marriage, M engaged in a full-time submissive and dominant dynamic. She relished her sexual submission — until she caught her former husband in an affair. In the aftermath, M had put her kinks on the shelf.

She told me on the phone: “I’ve done quite a few vanilla dates over the last year, but I get bored with them so quickly. I’m over my ex. I want to enjoy being submissive again, but I keep hitting this wall and I’m just not ready yet for a serious play partner.”

“I see,” I said. “What can I do for you?”

“Do you think you could do your hypno thing to fuck my mind, and then maybe fuck me — in order to un-fuck me?” She laughed. “I feel like this might be helpful, and besides, I’ve always been a little curious.”

“About hypnosis or me?”

“Mmm, actually both.” The teasing sound of her voice sent a jolt of arousal straight to my prick. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

How could I say no? The next day, I sent a car for M at half past six in the evening.

M is a beautiful woman in her mid-30s with chestnut hair, brown eyes, long legs and a sculpted figure. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about her on more than one occasion.

At 7 p.m. on the dot, M was at my door.

Once inside, she leaned in for a kiss, but I pulled back and said, “Not yet.”

She smirked and responded, “Keeping things professional, huh?”

I simply smiled and rested my hand on the small of M’s back as I led her down the hallway to my home office. We had already discussed her expectations and limits and how she envisioned the evening’s events. So we made small talk while she settled in on the couch. I moved my chair closer and set up a timer.

“Comfortable?” I asked.

“Very.” She paused. “And I’ll definitely remember everything, right?”

“Yes, you will. It’s a misconception that people who have been hypnotized have no memory of the events.”

“Good,” M said with a nervous giggle as she smoothed down her dress.

I went through the usual process, guiding M into a deep state of relaxation. She sprawled out with her sexy feet dangling lazily over the arm of the leather couch. As she relaxed more and her dress rode up, I was able to make out the lace tops of her thigh-highs. So tempting, but I stayed in control.

“All right, M,” I said. “The tension and stress in your body is all gone now. You are completely relaxed. You are safe, and you’re drifting even further into a restful state with no inhibitions at all. No shame.”

M exhaled and licked her lips.

“Now, M, I want you to tell me: What do you love about sexual submission?”

M took a deep breath: “When I let go, I become part of him. And I see parts of him that no one else does when he possesses me.”

“Very good. Now tell me about how you get turned on. What does your master do to you?”

She had a dreamy look on her face as she said, “He comes up from behind and kisses my neck. And then he pinches one of my nipples. It hurts, but I can feel my clit swelling.”

“Do like to be spanked?”

M nodded as she said, “Yes. I love it when he bends me over the back of the couch or puts me over his lap and spanks me. I like feeling the heat of his hands slapping my ass over and over.”

“What else do you love?”

“I love it when he puts a toy in my asshole and fucks my pussy from behind with his cock.”

“What about those feet? Does your master attend to those?”

M wiggled her toes and said, “Yes. I love when he sucks my toes and when I use them to play with his cock while he fingers my pussy.”

“Did you come here today hoping to submit?”

“Yes.”

“Are you aroused right now?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Good. Now open your eyes, take off your panties and hand them to me.”

M stood up and did as instructed.

“Now, lift your dress and show me your pussy.”

Standing inches in front of me, M pulled up her dress to reveal a soft triangular bush. She reached down with both hands and spread her outer lips to reveal her slick pink labia and puffy clitoris.

I felt my cock stiffen as I inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal.

“Very nice, M. Are your nipples hard?”

She nodded.

“Show me,” I demanded immediately.

M slipped off the top of her dress and unfastened her bra. I’d seen plenty of M’s topless photos online — she had natural, teardrop-shaped B-cup breasts — but the pictures didn’t nearly do justice to her lovely boobs. I salivated as I considered all the pinching, tugging and merciless teasing those nipples merited. But I would start slowly with the basics.

I reached up and tweaked her left nipple — not too hard, but enough to make M gasp and jerk.

“Turn around,” I said.

M sighed and obeyed.

I unzipped her dress, stripping her completely. I leaned in and whispered against her neck, “You have a gorgeous ass, too.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing prettily.

“You feel sexy and confident.” I pinched her other nipple; M whimpered, but I continued. “Do you understand me? Your submission is beautiful and powerful.”

M nodded.

“Do you want to serve me now?”

“Yes, please!” M turned around.

I unzipped my pants and gently guided her down.

“Now you will take me in your mouth and you will feel powerful,” I commanded, holding back her hair.

M held nothing back as she went to work on my dick. She tugged on its foreskin and jerked it back and forth with her palms as her tongue tangled with my sensitive glans. And then, in a show of many years’ worth of well-trained submission, she swallowed my entire length and let me fuck her throat. I didn’t pull away until I saw tears glittering in the corners of her eyes.

“Now M, I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to come as many times as you need to — but only after you ask permission. Is that clear?”

M caught her breath and nodded.

“Bend over the back of the couch and spread your cheeks.”

As she did so, I caught sight of a bejeweled object lodged in her butthole.

“What this?”

“A plug.”

“Did you wear this to provoke me?”

“Yes.”

I grabbed her by the hair, tugging her so we were face-to-face, before I hissed: “You should have asked permission!” Then I delivered a barehanded blow to her buttocks.

M moaned loudly, her voice filled with longing.

“Is this what you do all day? You walk around with a toy shoved in your butt and your pussy all wet, hoping someone will notice what a horny slut you are?” I slapped her ass again.

M moaned and started to play with her nipples, but I grabbed her arms to stop her.

“When we’re finished here, you’re going to find a new master to keep you in line. You’re gonna be his filthy come slut. Is that clear?”

“Y — yes!”

Keeping the toy in place, I bent M over the back of the couch once more and impaled her slick cunt. By the time we finished fucking, M had asked my permission to come four times. I naturally allowed it. In return, she hungrily sucked me off and swallowed my load.

Needless to say, M was back on the scene shortly afterward. But I have her booked to come in next week with her new man for a very special appointment.