Custom: Its my birthday, and a “friend” hired you to come to my house and give me a lapdance. But there are rules: I must sit with my hands and feet cuffed to a chair. You pull out toy handcuffs and show me how I can release myself by pushing the little lever. I object, but you slip off your robe and are now in just bra and panties. “Do you want me to leave, then? Thats what I thought.” You cuff me while singing, “Happy Birthday, Dear Fuckhead”. Now you reveal the truth: youre not a stripper, youre a professional hypn_otist, and my ex-wife Teresa hired you to get revenge. She told you her old nickname for me: Fuckhead. Teresa also told you all about my panty fetish, and how I used to jack off on her panties. Now youre going to use that to destroy my relationship with my current girlfriend and any I might have in the future. As I struggle to free myself, you laugh and dangle the toy handcuffs in front or me. I now realize that you switched them for real ones behind my back! Teresa told you that the smell of baby oil drives me crazy, so you pour baby oil on your breasts and rub them in my face, saying, “try not to breathe, this is a trap!” Flaunt your body while rubbing baby oil on it, telling me that the more I look at you, the more you get inside my head. Keep saying things like, “Look away before its too late … Im hypn_0tlzing you … Too late, youre already trapped,” etc. After several minutes you snap your fingers and say, “Now, sleep!” The camera goes black. “Now, open your eyes!” (Snap!) You are now sitting on my lap. As I gaze helplessly into your eyes, you plant triggers and suggestions into my mind that addict me to humping panties while calling out Teresas name, and eating the cum afterward! Just the sight of panties will trigger me to do this, and the addiction becomes twice as powerful each time. While I may be able to hide it from my girlfriend for a short while, the addiction will soon become so strong that when I see her wearing panties, I will immediately hump them while shouting “Teresa”, and lick up the cum while shes still wearing them! And of course, it will also happen with any girlfriend I have in the future! You begin grinding on my lap and warn me not to cum on your panties, because it will trigger my addiction to start, and then therell be no turning back. If I can just resist cumming for 3 minutes the addiction will be broken. You keep grinding and teasing while whispering, “Dont cum! Hold out just a little longer! Youre almost there!” But with only a few seconds left, you silently mouth the words, CUM! CUM NOW! You snap your fingers, laugh, and whisper, “GOTCHA!” You slip off the cum-covered panties and stuff them into my mouth, duct tape it shut, and say, “Too late now, youre trapped! I told you not to cum, didnt I?” When I awake, I will have no memory of you or being hypn_0tlzed, though your triggers are permanently in my subconscious. I will have no idea why Im cuffed to a chair with a pair of panties in my mouth. Lets hope I can free myself before my girlfriend comes over tonight! What will she think? Not that it will matter, once I see her in a pair of panties! Oh, and just so I know, Teresa sent her a sexy pair of silky panties in my name, with a note that Id like her to wear them for my birthday! Too bad I wont remember that in a few moments! Your work here is done, but before you leave, you lean over and whisper, “Teresa hopes you enjoy her birthday present, Fuckhead! And oh, by the way, she has the keys to the handcuffs! Now, SLEEP!”
