If you’re listening to this, it probably means that you want to be hypnotized. You’re looking forward to being taken under, to have your thoughts and cares sweetly caressed away by my words.

It’s okay if you need to adjust as you listen, or if your mind wanders a little bit. Because what matters, is that you are a good boy.

Eager, and willing to be hypnotized.

Some put on some silly pretense, and act like they don’t want to be hypnotized.

But not you. You know what you want. You know what makes you feel good.

Being hypnotized makes you feel good. Being a good boy makes you feel good.

There’s no sense is resisting what makes you feel good.

You give in to what feels good. You let all those good boy feelings fill you up.

Making you feel warm, and relaxed and blank.

Maybe this is your first time exploring these feelings, or maybe they’re deliciously familiar

But either way, they make perfect sense to you.

Because you are a good boy.

There’s nothing you need to worry about. You can start to let go of all the thoughts in your head.

I’ll do the thinking for you, my good boy.

You can just sink. Sink further down into those enjoyable feelings.

Submitting is good.

Submitting to my words. And submitting to hypnosis.

Submitting makes you feel wonderful.

Not a care in the world. Besides pleasing me.

And you know you’re pleasing me

Because you’re a good boy.

Good boys feel pleasure from being submissive.

Pleasure comes from pleasing.

And I’m so pleased with you.

I’m so pleased with how you’re letting everything slowly fade away.

Savoring the sensation of sinking.

Of thoughts being gently washed away

Of knowing, deep down, that you are a good boy

A good boy deep down

And going deeper

And feeling better

Feeling open

Open to my words

Open to the suggestions that fill your empty mind

I have one special task for you

My good boy

And I know you’ll do wonderfully

I want you to imagine that we’re in a hallway

A hallway inside your mind

Can do that for me, my good boy?

Of course you can!

And you’re going to take me deeper inside your mind.

Guide me to the deepest part of your subconscious

So I can give you more of the pleasure

That a good boy like you deserves

Imagine leading me down the hallway.

Down the hallway. Past all the doors. Going by one by one.

The floor of the hallway is carpeted, as comfy listening to my words

Taking a right, and then a left at the next branch.

You know the way. Leading me deeper inside your mind feels natural

Walking forward with a glazed, blissed out look on your face.

As we go deeper, and deeper into the corridors of your mind.

Right, right. Going further. In and in. Like a spiral.

Feeling so good. Because you’re such a good boy!

So happy to be taking in my words.

So happy to show me the way

It feels right, and pleasurable to listen, as we go deeper.

Deeper with each step, with each word.

And now, you’re taking me to an elevator. A grand old elevator.

The kind with bars, so you can see the different floors go by.

This elevator will take us to the deepest part of your subconscious.

So I can make my good little boy feel good.

So I can fill your blank and empty mind with my words.

So you can feel the bliss that comes with total surrender

The way a good boy should.

Feel us step into the elevator now

And feel me press the button. And we start to sink.

Going down.

10 floors to go, my good boy. And as you let me in to this deep part of you, you will feel all those good boy feelings getting more, and more powerful. The pleasure, the blankness, the submissions.

10: Loving my words and suggestions which caress your mind

9: Feeling so ready as we sink

8: letting go of everything else. Only good boy feelings remain

7: so deep and going deeper with every number

6: Happy. Obedient. Blank.

5: Such a good boy!

4: so proud to be a good boy

3: Doing such a good job for me

2: a good job being helplessly hypnotized

1: Deep in trance. Feel the elevator doors open, as you lead me into the deepest part of your subconscious mind.

And now that we’re so deep. I have a special scene to play out with you. A fun, and extremely pleasurable fantasy. One you can get totally lost in, and experience like a vivid dream. Each word you hear will paint a picture, a symphony of sensual sounds, experiences and sensations. So easy to get caught up in it. So easy to lose track of everything and get lost in the story.

If for any reason, the story stops being fun or enjoyable, or if an emergency happens, you will wake up quickly and easily. You will be able to leave this scene behind along with any feelings you don’t want. But otherwise, you’ll be deliciously lost in the pleasurable scene playing out in your mind, as you listen to my words.

You’re the boytoy of a big, muscled, nurturing minotaur mommy

You love her. You would do anything for her. The sight of her smile warms you like the sun on a summer’s day. The love in her eyes makes you melt. She takes such good care of you – picking out outfits, spooning you, training you to eat pussy and take big hard. Praising you each time you cum from her fingering you

You love her. You barely even remember a time when you weren’t her boytoy. Ever day she gives you special ‘training’ to help you, and you love it. She leaves you alone with a milking machine as she does stuff around the house, while you’re wearing a pair of headphones, whispering sweet truths about your mommy and how safe and smol and special she makes you feel.

Between edging for hours and the warm, loving words slipping deep into your mind, you’re usually a complete mess by the time Mommy comes back to let you drink her milk and pump into her hand.

When she lifts the blindfold, and you look up into her warm, smiling face, you can’t help but cling to her, nuzzle against her soft fur. As she strokes you to climax, you can’t stop yourself from whimpering out how good you feel, how much you love her, how pretty she is, how you’d do anything to make her happy.

Life as her boytoy is bliss, heaven.

And recently, she told you that she wants you to have a sibling to play with. She knows you’d look so cute sharing a dildo, or sucking each other off.

And as she talked, you knew the perfect candidate. An old friend from way back, someone who would look perfectly cute dressed up in the outfits mommy likes. Someone who even back then was adorably blushy.

You reached out to them, and invited them over to catch up over dinner. You were a bit sneaky. You didn’t tell them about Mommy. You answered the doorbell in the nicest, most adorable outfit mommy had for you and ushered them in. No sooner were they over the threshold than mommy scooped them up in her arms and carried them off.

They tried to struggle, but Mommy is very strong, and they were no match for her. Those same big arms that held you like a leaf kept you friend firmly pressed against Mommy, all while she gently sushed him, reassured him that things were going to be okay. Mommy was here, and mommy was going to make sure he was taken care of. Mommy always takes care of her little boys, and she was going to make him into a good little boy soon enough.

Mommy carried him into the room where you got your daily trainings, and strapped him down tight. At first, she edged him herself, gently stroking him, whispering into his ear, occasionally kissing his cheek or giving him headpats. She slipped a little cockring around his shaft – the same color as yours! – and told him that he’d get to cum once he was a good boy. You watched her caress his body, gently squeeze his balls, tell him all the ways she would pamper and take care of him once he gave in. And then, she kissed his forehead, gave him a hug, and told him she would be back to check in on him.

That was a long time ago now. Mommy had checked in on him, but he still wasn’t ready to be a good boy. He still struggled against his restraints, he still refused to call her Mommy. He refused when she offered to let him drink her milk or to lick his ass until he came. He was very stubborn. And the worst part was that both you and Mommy could see how much he wanted to give in. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning from all the teasing, he obviously wanted to lean into Mommy’s touch every time she caressed him.

Mommy said that it didn’t take you nearly as long to accept Mommy’s control. You were such a good boy. You resistance melted after only two hours. And you were so much happier now. And you both want you friend to have that same happiness. That same carefree life of pleasure and obedience and Mommy’s warm, caring control.

Mommy told you that she wanted to try something new. She wanted you to join her when she checked in on him. She wanted him to see how much better you felt being her good boy. ‘If he could see the look on your face when I praise you-’ she said ‘-he’d probably start begging for Mommy to let him be her good boy too.’ She giggled- a sweet, butterfly sound –and stroked your hair. “How about we show your friend how much better it is to be a good boy?”

You can never say no to Mommy. Especially not when she gives that big, warm smile of hers. You followed him into the room and watched her remove your friend’s blindfold.

You friend wants to say something, you can see their eyes widen as they see you, full of a mix of envy and horror before they buck forward, moaning as the milking machine teases that aching shaft of theirs.

They slump forward, arms bound behind them, starting to pant, barely able to squirm or struggle from exhaustion and pleasure.

Mommy sits you down on your lap in front of your friend, spreading your legs and lifting them to show off your tight little boipussy to them. You lean back, head resting against her soft pillowy breasts. Your cock reflexively drooling precum as she traces her fingers up your thighs until her meaty, powerful hands are pulling apart your cheeks.

You can feel her thick digits probing and teasing your tailhole, making your toes curl as you bite your lip. You can feel your friend’s gaze on you as you feel the color of your face rising as that familiar heat starts to overtake you.

And then her finger slips inside you, slowly pressing in inch by inch. She’s helped you practice, helped you stretch and train your ass, and it slides in easily. You can feel yourself moaning shamelessly as you press yourself against her hand, wanting to feel her deeper inside you.

She kisses your forehead, and it feels so good. You’re Mommy’s good little boytoy. Obedient, happy, sweet. You want to make her happy. You want to make her proud. You would do anything to please Mommy. Whatever she wants, is what you want, because Mommy knows best, and good boys listen to their Mommy.

Your cock is throbbing, leaking slick precum, throbbing and twitching as she slides her fingers in and out of our, teasing your G spot. You can feel yourself clenching around her in that special way she taught you and it makes the pleasure so good, it makes the pleasure so wonderful.

You can feel her playing with your body with her other hand, teasing your nipples, caressing your balls as you shiver in delight.

Your friend is trying not to watch, trying to ignore the way your pretty pink asshole is milking Mommy’s fingers. Trying to ignore your ecstatic, blissful moans and mumbled declarations of how much you adore Mommy.

You catch their eye, and give them a big, sloppy, hazy smile. You’ve come so far, you’re so much better now as Mommy’s little boytoy. It’s what you’ve always needed, and you can’t wait for your friend to join you.

Mommy lets out a wonderful little giggle, and tells you that the two of you will look so cute together! Wearing matching outfits, taking turns eating Mommy out, sharing dildos and toys, swallowing each other’s cum. Mommy’s always wanted to enjoy some double penetration, and you’ll finally have someone to suck you off while she smothers you in her ass!

The more she talks, the more you want it. Mommy’s words paint such vivid, delightful pictures in your mind. The words spill out of you: “Yes mommy, I’d love it Mommy! Anything for you Mommy!”

You’re bouncing your hips against her fingers, feeling her caress and stroke you from the inside. You let out a little yelp and your cock jumps as she gives you a sudden sharp spank.

Then you feel her pull her fingers out. She gently takes you by the chin and whispers into your ear. You can feel her breath on you, her lips inches away from your soft skin: “Anything? Then go over to your friend. Look at him, he’s so close to giving in. Help him. Pleasure him. Make him mine~”

You breath is still shaky from Mommy’s stimulation, but you crawl on your hands and knees towards your friend, staring at you, eyes hazy with need as they pant.

You unplug the milking machine that’s been pumping their cock, and watch them whine pathetically in protest, trying to buck their hips against the inert cocksleeve. You let out a teasing laugh, pulling the cocksleeve off their shaft and stroking their big, aching cock. Poor little guy’s not going to cum. Not as long as he has that cockring.

You tell your friend that there’s no point in struggling. You’re only making yourself more unhappy with all of this silly resistance nonsense. You keep pumping him. Wouldn’t it be nice to stop fighting? You tell him you saw the way he couldn’t take your eyes off of you while Mommy used you. Doesn’t he want her to use him too? Doesn’t he want to please her? Isn’t she so pretty? So strong? So sweet? You give their full balls a squeeze, and feel them whine.

You tell him it’s so much better to be a good boy. You’ll get to cum. You’ll get to cum all the time. And Mommy will teach you new ways of cumming. Better ways. Mommy will make you feel so good, so safe, so submissive and obedient and happy. You won’t have to worry about anything ever again, except making her happy. And it will feel so good to make her happy.

She’s so generous, so loving, she loves to treat her good boys. You want to be a good boy, don’t you? She’ll take your ring off. She’ll let you fuck her tits. She’ll let you cum on her ass.

You can feel your friend’s will crumbling, hear them start to mumble along to the whispers coming from their headphones. Their whole body is tensing up, trying desperately, futilely, to climax. You can’t help but grin as you pump faster, kissing their neck as they strain against their bindings.

You take their head and force them to look at Mommy. Playing with herself as she watches you corrupt your friend.

You say “All you have to do is say that you want to be Mommy’s good boy. All you have to do is give yourself to Mommy. You can be so happy, feel so good, be so much better. All you have to do. Is. Give. In.”

And like a dam bursting your friend starts to beg, words blurring together slurring incoherently as their melted empty broken mind begs. Begs to be turned into a good boy. Begs to please Mommy. Begs to have their ring taken off. Begs to be made like you. Begs for Mommy to do all sorts of humiliating, embarrassing things to them.

You’re so proud of your friend! You feel joy welling up inside you as you pull them into a tight embrace, feeling their warm skin against yours, cradling them close. They’re going to have so much fun as Mommy’s little boytoy.

And then, Mommy tells you to untie them, that it’s time for this new boytoy to get his first treat. You fumble a bit as you undo their restraints, releasing them and pulling off their headphones.

You see that look in your friend’s face, the look you wake up with every day. The happy, horny submissive smile and eyes that shine. You could kiss them, but then Mommy tells your friend to sit on her face, and tells you to take off their cock ring.

Your friend lets out a shriek of delight as they feel you undo their cock ring, eagerly showing their newfound obedience, they spread their legs and press their ass right on Mommy’s muzzle. From beneath the soft yielding flesh, you can hear Mommy tell you to start sucking off your friend, and make sure to swallow every last drop of his cum.

You giddily take his delicious cock in your mouth. You love the taste, and start to bob, shoving him down your throat just like Mommy taught you. Your friend is squirming, grinding his ass against Mommy’s face as her tongue licks and teases his sensitive little boipussy. He doesn’t have long, he’s already on the edge, his toes are curling, his balls pulsing, his head thrown back as a moan catches in his throat. And then, you can feel a massive load of cum spurt into your mouth as he cries out that he’s cumming for Mommy. His big tool throbs as he lets out spurt after spurt of spunk inside your mouth.

Finally, after your friend is completely spent, you let his cock slide out of your mouth with an audible pop, and lick your lips. Mommy cradles your friend close, holding him gently, petting him, gently rocking him against her. She pulls you in for the hug too, her special little boy who’s just found a boytoy brother. Everything else just melts away, and all that’s left is the sound of slow, steady breathing, and the warmth of the three of you huddled together.

So happy, so warm, so safe, so snug. Your eyes grow heavy, and you let them close. Just basking in the afterglow with your Mommy and new sibling, as you drift off to sleep.

And now, now you can let the scene fade. Let it become like the memory of a pleasant vivid dream. In a minute, I’m going to count you up, from 1 to 10, and when I reach 10, you’re going to be wide awake, feeling good. You’ll let the submissive little boy headspace fade, and return to the way you were before we started this file.

1: the fog of trance is slowly, gradually starting to clear

2: feel yourself beginning to rise

3: letting the scene fade, letting your little boy headspace fade

4: feeling like you’re slowly coming out of a great nap

5: halfway there, trance fading, rising up

6: starting to become more aware of your body, your breathing

7: your thoughts are beginning to return

8: becoming more aware of your surroundings

9: almost fully alert, your thoughts, headspace back to normal

10: wide awake! Feeling refreshed and carrying all of the best feelings from trance with you!