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female My Hypno Omo Adventure (Ember)


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Well, it's about time I kept my promise. I said I would talk about Ember, and about my experience with falling under her spell, and I shall. So, without further ado, here is the story of a little cub and an angel.

I will never forget how it happened. It was briefly after my initial induction to the group worshiping Amanda. I was a cocky brat, thinking I was entitled to so much more for my hypnotic talents, thinking that I deserved a spot among the absolute most elite of them all, standing as an angel at the side of the goddess. That is when I met her. That is when I learned of my place in the hierarchy. 

She called me aside with her sweet words, asked me to sit down across from her. She played on my ego, stroked it like a kitten and watched me purr and sing for her. I spoke of how many people I had brought under my thrall like a bounty hunter, moving on from subject to subject constantly searching for that thrill, that challenge, that subject who I would show the depths of mindless bliss to.  It had become easy, almost effortless for me. Just a few words, some symbolism, and a vision to put into my subject's mind of some happily ever after I could only assume they craved from the moment they walked through my door. Ember, however, was different.

 

Where most subjects I encountered were easy to read, easy to understand what it is they desired and how to play on them to wrap them around my finger in a spell binding game we played, I could not understand Ember at all.  She was aloof when we spoke, unshaken by my subtle attempts at reading her, even going as far as letting me take my chance on her mind only to fail miserably, realizing I had barely scratched the surface. I was in awe of this girl, in awe of her mind, and I craved her. I craved bringing her down under my control and proving my worth.

That's when the game changed, when I had lost.  Where I was unable to read into her personality, she read mine like a book. She knew the thrill that I sought after well and knew how to make it work to her advantage. I felt that tingle inside, that thrill and rush of adrenaline that came with bringing a subject down into my spell, knowing that they were mine to control and manipulate as I pleased, and turned it around. Suddenly the idea of serving became enticing to me, the idea of being bowed at the knee before her made sense.  Within a few sessions I was completely obsessed with pleasing her. I had made her laugh, and she found amusement in my theatrics, and I had found love in her words. Not the kind of love that binds two souls forever but something else. It was warm, like a blanket being swaddled around me. I felt so weak before her so helpless in my attempts at controlling her before, but something about that surrender felt so good. I felt peace that I never knew I could possibly feel, and I came to associate it with being in her presence. The transformation had been complete, and she made sure I never forgot my place again.

In her tutelage I learned to surrender my pride, to fully submit to her will and to serve her with every fiber of my being. She told me if I wanted to control, this was the presence I should command over them. She commanded me to soil myself, and after a battle within my own mind I found myself submitting...I remember that first rush as the urine poured down my legs, filling into my panties like a balloon before popping and letting the urine rush down. I remember feeling so hazy, so feverish as the urine rushed down, my knees quivering and shaking so weak as she held my shoulders. I curled my toes into the puddle forming under my feet, feeling them soak in the warm fluid like a sponge. I was embarrassed, but I felt so free doing it. Every step I took felt so light, like I was floating above water, continuing to feel the pressure build and release in my bladder constantly. Imagine peeing, but never being able to stop, all while feeling unable to put your feet down, like you are being lifted up so high all you can do is touch your toes to the ground, feeling so light and feeling this burst of warmth in your chest lifting you up like a hot air balloon. That was what being under Ember's control was like. It was wonderful and strange and arousing all at the same time. I could feel her everywhere I went, and it kept me complacent to her will even when she wasn't talking to me directly. I was her pet, and proudly so.

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1 hour ago, SoggyShorts said:

This is amazing, @HypnosFan.  You are a very talented story teller.

Question, though . . . . did Ember ever release any self-hypnotic recordings?  Speaks with maybe an upper midwestern accent? There is a hypnotist named Ember whose work I enjoy, and I wonder if it is her.

Not as far as I know. She never used her voice once in the entire time we communicated. We communicated exclusively through discord. So I mean my head her voice was something different but I have no idea what her voice actually sounded like. I don't know if she did much hypnosis outside of her work under the Goddess.

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2 hours ago, HypnosFan said:

Not as far as I know. She never used her voice once in the entire time we communicated. We communicated exclusively through discord. So I mean my head her voice was something different but I have no idea what her voice actually sounded like. I don't know if she did much hypnosis outside of her work under the Goddess.

Alright, thanks. 

The Ember I'm thinking of seems to specialize in ABDL content, but I have a couple of sessions of hers that I like and can use.... 

One attempts to make you wet in your sleep without suggesting that you should be in a diaper (this is great because I like wetting my pants) and another that helps encourage you to stay wet. 

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58 minutes ago, SoggyShorts said:

Alright, thanks. 

The Ember I'm thinking of seems to specialize in ABDL content, but I have a couple of sessions of hers that I like and can use.... 

One attempts to make you wet in your sleep without suggesting that you should be in a diaper (this is great because I like wetting my pants) and another that helps encourage you to stay wet. 

Interesting. Yeah this isn’t my Ember but still fascinating to hear. Ember wasn’t really into ABDL herself but she plays on a lot of those feelings. Being motherly, being loving in that way, treating you like you are helpless and in need of guidance in away that ends up sweeping you off your feet. That was Embers style. Not exactly omo related but similar mindset to it.

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