I've had some limited experience, attended a couple workshops in my area, and would love to meet more people with the same interests.
I've been an owned pet for 5 years of my life. This relationship is long term, if not permanent and still growing.
I'm hoping to work with someone long term, to build trust, play with my head, and teach me how to bring that same joy to others.
If you have questions, please ask. I'd love to talk!
Contact Information
City
Hartford
State/Province
Connecticut
Country
United States of America
WMM Username
ChillOTheWisp
Hypnosis
Hypnotic Preference
Subject
Years as a Hypnotist
Self-hypnosis only; a year or two
Professionally Certified
No
Years as a Subject
Experimentally, for 7. In person, not long.
Favorite Hypnotist
Percival, WiseGuy,
Favorite HypnoFantasy
I want my mind to be riddled with triggers that turn me into an eager, submissive play thing.
I want to experience pains that I couldn't experience in reality without being horribly injured or maimed; things that would be considered torture anywhere else.
I want to let go of my humanity in a safe, controlled setting, and let animal instinct rule.
Combine the three? Well, then we've struck gold.
Fetish's I Enjoy
BDSM
Yes
Mind Control
Yes
Diapers
No
Feminization
No
Masculinization
No
Furry
Yes
Dollification
Yes
Robotization
Yes
Other
Degredation, Needles/Sutures, Electricity, Pup Play, Primal Play, Orgasm Denial,
Favorite Fetish Scene
I've been an owned pet for five years, so there are a lot of beloved scenes. This is the first one that jumps out.
Love sent me a text, he expected dinner when I came home from work. I got out early, it was a slow Sunday, so I went home before heading out for ingredients. I changed out of my uniform, I showered, and when I finished, he was in our room, waiting with that, "I know something you don't" smile on his face. He made me put on a chastity device, locked it in place, and popped in a butt plug before securing it in place with a locking leather harness. I could hear the plastic strain as my cock twitched. Horny, I went to the store, bought the ingredients to make Chicken Marsala; something he'd been mentioning a craving for throughout the week. I remember wondering if anyone could see the harness through my clothes, blushing every time someone's eyes lingered, unsure if it was just my imagination.
I arrived back home, and began prepping our meal. Love undressed me while I was working, taunting me, playing with my caged cock, the plug, my nipples. It took everything I had to keep working, he knew it, and he was loving it. His cock was hard, but he always was far more patient than I. He sat, asked me to poor him a drink, and we talked while I finished cooking.
When I finished, he asked me to set a place for him. Just one. My heart sank, I had no idea what his plan was, but I hadn't eaten all day. He left the room while I made up his plate and poured him another glass of wine. He came back carrying a dog crate. I just wanted to eat my food, but my cock twitched in response. Love assembled the crate next to the table, and ordered me to my knees. He left the room, came back with my pup hood and mitts.
My hood had a very heavily reinforced hypnotic trigger worked into it. Every time it was locked into place by Love's hand, I would become less inclined to use words and more inclined to whimper, growl, and bark. I'd become more energetic, more eager to please my owner.
Love started with the mitts. Locking one, then the other as I looked up from my kneeling position pleadingly. I asked if I was going to get to eat. Love just smiled and affixed the leather muzzle of the hood over my nose. That smile, the smell of the leather, it came together just right and triggered a familiar plastic creak between my legs. I began to speak in protest, but before the words made it out of my mouth, I felt the leather pulled tight, and the first lock click shut.
I began wagging my ass where my tail would be, eager for Love to let me go, and let me run around the house. He wrestled the remaining locks into place before pulling me into a hug. I nuzzled his neck before he stood up. His hard cock looming over me in his too-tight jeans, I jumped up, paws on his waste, and nuzzled at it, hoping that this was his plan all along. He scratched me behind the ears and pushed me back to all fours.
He said something to me I didn't quite catch. Something quick, and he laughed. I tilted my head in curiosity before he grabbed me by collar and ushered me into the crate in front of where he would be eating his dinner.
"Hungry?"
I barked in response, and jumped against the door of the crate. Love disappeared from my view, but I could hear movement in the kitchen.
"Sit."
I did, at the back of the crate; and the door opened. He placed a dog bowl that contained the pasta I'd made complete with a chicken breast drizzled with marsala sauce at the front of the cage. I wagged my tail, waiting for the go ahead when he placed a second bowl filled with an amber, bubbly liquid next to it. I looked at him, he reached over and pulled off the muzzle from my hood so I could eat before he locked the door. He sat back at the table.
He took a bite from his own plate. "Go on," he said, clearly expecting a show.
I tore into the chicken like an animal, swallowing it in three bites, lapping up the beer in the other dish. It ran from my mouth as I tried to lap it up with my tongue, and never quite was enough to quench my thirst. Before long, bits of chicken and pasta floated in the drink dish, I woofed for Love's attention.
"You said you were hungry. Finish up." His voice was admonishing, condescending.
I whimpered.
"You can go out when you're done."
I redoubled my efforts. Finishing up, licking every bit of beer, every noodle from the bottom of their bowls.
When Love opened the cage, he attached a leash to my collar. I wasn't ready for it, I looked up at him and wagged my tail as he walked me to the door. He put on clothes for outside and grabbed an umbrella. It was raining and cold. He half pulled , half led me out to the yard in the rain. I shivered, and my paws sunk into the mud, but Love gave me the same two word command, knowing I'd understand what he expected. "Go on."
Everything from that point is a little fuzzy. Coherent thoughts gave way to feelings, impulses, and needs. I vaguely remember peeing in the yard, being pulled inside by the leash. I remember playing, being thirsty, lapping water off the floor of the shower while Love prepared to bathe me.
I remember the hood and the harness coming off. I remember shaking, as the memories of the things I did gained new meaning. I remember Love finally letting me swallow his cock in the shower, and when he was done, unlocking the chastity device. Before he was done in the shower, he said I could cum, but only if I did it without my hands, by humping his foot like the dog I was.
I couldn't do it.
He laughed, and hugged me close. We finished up in the shower, I cleaned the kitchen and we headed to bed.
Love fell asleep with me in his arms. My testicles were drowning in a familiar, heavy, dull, ache; but I remember being happy to be his.
