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Sleepygirl's Hypnotic Reflections: A sleepy time in the Library
🕑 Added 2020-09-22 21:01:18 +0000 UTCKey: MC, MD, M/F, Knockout, Chloroform, Hypnosis
Description: Sleepygirl describes a dream she had about a pair of men roaming the library knocking out the girls and hypnotizing them into something more intimate and ultimately forgettable… for her anyways.
[NOTE: These are actual emails written by SleepyGirl, who was hypnotized to have a fantasy/dream while she slept, and then send me a description of it. You can find out more details HERE]
To: Sleepyhypno <Sleepyhypno@Gmail.com>
From: Sleepygirl <REDACTED>
Date: May 17th 20XX
Subject: A sleepy time in the library
Points of order...
1) Did I get knocked out last night? Because I know I was kinda tired, but I swear I got hit in the head with something after you said you had a plan for me to rest. Just making sure i'm not going crazy. :oP
2) In case the subject didn't give it away, I had another dream story for you, hopefully this one won't sound as worn out...which it shouldn't because I'm not as wiped out as I was when I was writing the last one. But in any case, I'll stop rambling now and get to the porn.
As a testament to the fact that I have had far too many library related things on my mind lately, I was in a library for the course of this dream. In the middle there were two sets of stairs that led up to the second floor, where I spent most of the dream. To the left of the stairs there were about half a dozen tables, some of them empty and some with computers stationed at them. Around them were rows of books, a few plants for decorative purposes, and a door to an office back in a corner of the room. To the right of the stairs was a small couch and two chairs. On either side of the furniture were some small end tables, and in the middle was a low circular table with a few magazines thrown across it. Behind them on the far wall were a row of five study rooms.
The second floor was mostly quiet, there were a small handful of people looking through the rows of books on either side, another man sitting at one of the chairs leafing through a magazine, and a few women at the computers on the opposite side of the room. I walked over to some of the shelves and started looking through the books, myself, and began wandering through each section. I took a few off of the shelves and carried them over to the couch, where I sat down to relax and enjoy the peace and quiet. After a while I set the magazines down and walked over to another section of books against a back wall. There were only a few men and one woman scattered through a few of the rows, and as I got closer I saw that the books were of a more...risque nature...dealing with erotic hypnosis, seduction, freezing, and unusual fetishes. Two men were huddled over a book in one of the aisles, whispering to one another, while a few rows away another woman was pulling a book off of the shelf and examining its contents quietly. I couldn't make out what the woman was looking at, but as I moved along the row behind the men I got enough of a glimpse to see that they were looking at a book on sedation. Their whispers seemed more excited as they pointed to various parts of the page they were hunched over, and one of them kept glancing up - almost as if he were looking through the shelf at the woman on the other side.
As I moved closer, trying to stay unnoticed by the two men, I watched one of them take a final glance at the pages they were reading and quietly move down the aisle and around the corner. By the time I glanced back, the other man had disappeared. I inched closer to the row of books the woman was standing in the middle of, with her back to the man who was quietly moving towards her. He stopped for a moment, fishing for something in his pockets that I couldn’t see, and finally pulled out a white cloth that he kept hidden in his hand. I kept watching as he crept up behind her and in one smooth motion slipped the cloth up to her mouth, muffling her gasp as it covered her nose and mouth. He held her arm as she tried to struggle against him as her muscles weakened by the moment while she struggled to stay upright. The hand that was struggling just moments ago hung limp at her side and her body started to fall back into him, limp like a ragdoll. Finally her head fell back against him and I could see that her eyes had slipped shut, that she was completely unconscious.
I hurried around another corner to hide myself again, watching through the slits in the shelves as the man dragged her down the aisle, then threw her over his shoulder as they entered one of the study rooms. As I was about to move forward to get a better view, I felt a hand grab me from behind, holding my waist as I struggled to see who was behind me. Instead, a white cloth appeared in front of my face as an overpowering, sweet smell filled my nose and lungs...I tried to hold my breath, to not breathe it in, but I couldn't last long and the smell was already strong enough to make me lightheaded. I tried to grab the man's hand next, but that only made him pull me closer to him as my body started to go limp and the hand that was holding me to him began sliding up my body to feel me up. Eventually the smell was too strong, my muscles were too weak, and my eyes fluttered closed as I fell against him helplessly.
I felt myself being moved around, picked up and thrown over his shoulder as we moved somewhere more...private. I heard a door click closed and felt myself being laid on a table, completely limp as his hands moved under my shirt and began to massage my breasts, sliding across my stomach and chest, down my sides, and slipping under my pants, teasing me. As he explored my body I felt myself start to stir and my surroundings came into view...I was laying on a table in one of the study rooms, everything around me was still hazy and my head felt like it was full of cotton as I looked around, finding that the man who had sedated me was the second of the two I had seen earlier. He smirked at me as his hands never left my body and continued teasing me, I tried to move only to find that I still felt too heavy and sluggish. I started to protest, to ask him what he thought he was doing, and tried my hardest to struggle against him. One of his hands left my body as he reached into his pocket, and before I could wonder what he was reaching for I found a pocket watch dangling in front of my eyes and swaying gently.
The man nudged it gently as it moved slowly and lazily in front of my eyes, and even though I tried not to stare directly at it, it still kept grabbing my attention. I continued with my protests, sometimes trailing off in mid sentence as it would sway before me and capture my attention again. Each time I thought I had the upper hand, the watch would steal my attention back, and with each swing I seemed to lose my train of thought just a little bit more...before long my protests stopped completely and I couldn't focus my thoughts on anything but the watch in front of me. The man left the watch swaying in front of me as I stared helplessly at it while he started to undress me, bit by bit my clothes were slowly stripped away until I laid there, naked, and his hands started to explore me again. His free hand found my breasts again and caressed them deeply while I felt his other hand slide between my legs and start rubbing me teasingly. All the while I still saw the watch in front of me, although whether it was real or in my mind I can't be completely sure. And as I felt him lean down to kiss, massage and caress me, I felt his cock slide inside of me, next, rocking into me deeply as his hands moved over every inch of the rest of my body. I was only vaguely aware of what was happening, still lost in the swinging movements of the watch as the pleasure continued building unknowingly inside of me. Once his orgasm subsided he cleaned himself up and smiled, leaving the room as the door clicked shut. I looked around, dazed and only just barely realizing just where I was.
I found myself wandering the library again once I was dressed, looking through books upon books about sedation, freezing people, the art of erotic hypnosis, and any other fetish you could think of. I paid no attention to the fact that I was being followed several rows over, and as I stopped in front of a book on knockouts, I never noticed the figure sliding up behind me. Not until I felt a hand squeeze my neck and shoulder, and my vision started to go fuzzy again. Within moments I felt myself go limp and start falling toward the floor, stopped only by a pair of hands that caught me just before I landed. The next thing I knew I felt myself being dragged along the floor, into another room where I was undressed, groped, and made love to. It happened twice more after that, each time I woke up dazed and half dressed or completely naked in one of the private rooms, and each time I ended up wandering through the aisles, even though I'd already been through them numerous times.
After the fourth time I found myself wandering through an empty row of shelves yet again...as I walked down the back row against the wall, I felt a quick thump against the back of my head before everything faded to black. I was thrown over a shoulder and taken back to another room, where I barely felt myself being undressed and felt up again...but this time, as I was being undressed, I heard a ticking noise in the background. As my surroundings started to come back to me, I looked around the room and saw that the source of the ticking I'd been hearing was a metronome sitting in the corner. I turned my head to find one of the men I'd seen earlier smiling at me. Not the first one that had sedated me, but the one I'd watched chloroform the other woman back in the stacks. Before I could protest he kissed me deeply and his hands explored my body again as he started whispering in time to the metronome. I was still fuzzy from the hit to the head so everything he said, combined with the pleasure I was feeling, seemed like it was just blurring together. I caught pieces of words here and there...him telling me to relax, to give in, to obey...but eventually I found myself just drifting along with what he was saying while he pleasured me.
Once he'd finished, he started whispering to me again, about how none of this would be important to remember once he left the room, how it would all just seem like a dream. It was such an engrossing experience, realizing that I might simply forget. That the memory of something like this could just fade away and never be recalled no matter how much I tried. That kind of pushed some buttons in a few ways I really didn't expect! Kinda gave me the tingles, of course that's also pretty much where I woke up, I think. So in any case, I hope you enjoyed it. :oP Between this and a weird daydream I had this afternoon about my friends and I getting kidnapped by pirates, I think my imagination has been on overdrive, but it makes for interesting stories if nothing else. Anyways, now it's time for me to forget.
