HER NEW PERSPECTIVE
Kallie

“Are you sure about this?” Leah asked, her big, gorgeous, loving eyes filled with concern.

She was nervous. They both were, of course. Hypnosis and kink were nothing new to them, but this time they would be venturing into uncharted territory. Ivy, though, had long since decided she wasn’t going to let nerves hold her back.

“Yes,” Ivy replied, as evenly as she could. “I trust you.”

They squeezed one another’s hands and shared a smile. It helped.

Both of them were already prepared. Turning back now would have seemed silly. Ivy was lying on her back, on their bed, in their cozy home, and she was as naked as she dared while being as dolled up as she could, for confidence.

Ivy had spared no effort on her gothy makeup; her black lipstick, thick eyeliner, and pale, immaculate foundation were more than just simple aesthetic choices. They were totems of her power and confidence. The same was true of her outfit: a push-up bra under a lacy tank top, with a matching pair of panties, and fishnets running down her legs. It was perfect for accentuating her HRT-given figure, and letting her lover enjoy the sight of her body.

Leah was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed with Ivy’s head cradled in her lap, the goth trans girl’s mane of red hair fanned out comfortably behind her, so that Leah could reach down in idle moments to stroke or brush it. Ivy, meanwhile, could simply close her eyes and enjoy the warmth of Leah’s body. The position was comfortable and familiar; they used it whenever they did hypnosis together.

"I’m just… worried,” Leah said. They’d been over this, but Ivy sensed Leah needed to get it out of her system one last time. “This is… kink is one thing, but… I’m not exactly a therapist. I’m worried about what could happen when I start messing around with the sensitive parts of your head.”

“I trust you.”

“Plus!” Leah added, agitated. “I don’t know what it’s like. I’ve never experienced dysphoria. I do my best to understand, obviously, but it’s different. Maybe we should leave stuff like this for an expert. What if I do something wrong, or step on a land mine, or-“

“Leah.” Ivy opened one sleepy eye and looked up at her girlfriend. “I trust you.”

She said it emphatically, and with a look of slight amusement on her face. It was what Leah needed to see. Leah blushed faintly and looked away.

“Right.” She paused, collecting herself. “I trust you too.”

Ivy took a moment to simply look at Leah. It was something she never grew tired of. Her girlfriend was so cute. With her light brown pixie cut and her pale face tinted with blush, she looked almost cherubic, but she was wearing a low-cut summer dress that exposed all the tattoos she had across her chest and her shoulders. Her brown eyes were always as big as the moon and it made her look innocent, even though she was every bit as kinky, dykey and alternative as Ivy. In that regard - and all others - they were a perfect contrast.

When they were together, Ivy could feel big and strong and powerful, and Leah could feel small and cherished and cute. It was exactly what they both wanted.

“Let’s get started,” Ivy decided. She always took the lead.

Leah nodded submissively. “Usual safeword?” she asked.

“That’s right,” Ivy replied. “And don’t worry. I’ll be able to wake myself up if I need to. Always am, right?”

Leah nodded again. Ivy could tell she had successfully preempted another worry. With all the necessary pre-talk out of the way, she could let her eyes fall closed and wriggle into a slightly more comfortable position, allowing her body to sink deep into the soft mattress beneath her.

“I’m ready,” Ivy announced. “Hypnotize me.”

Leah was both the bottom and the submissive in their relationship. To some people, it seemed like a contradiction that she was also a hypnotist who regularly hypnotized Ivy. The two of them knew better. To them, hypnosis was like another form of service. A way for Leah to help Ivy relax at the end of a long day. A way for her to worship and adore her beloved, with her touch and her voice. A way to give the dominant trans woman suggestions that made some of their kink fantasies even more delicious.

For her part, Ivy was always happy to lavish Leah with rewards for her service. Praise, punishment, sex. Whatever her darling songbird with the enchanting voice craved.

“Let’s begin,” Leah said. She sounded calmer now, soothed by the familiar ritual they were about to perform. “If it pleases you, my love, close your eyes for me. And as you do, find your breath starting to slow. Starting to deepen.”

Ivy already had her eyes closed, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was that, already, she could feel her mind and body adjusting, willingly giving themselves to Leah’s custody.

“We’ve done this many times before,” Leah continued. She was finding her flow and letting her voice settle. “And all these rhythms are already part of you. They’re buried in your head, nice and deep, always waiting for you to draw on them. I’ve hypnotized you so much, your own mind already knows what it feels like much better than I do.”

It was true. For Ivy, letting herself slip into the embrace of Leah’s hypnosis was all but automatic. It was like riding a bicycle. She didn’t need to think about it. She just did what came naturally, letting her breathing become a slow, dull rhythm that was filled with calm.

“That’s right,” Leah said, as she noticed all the telltale signs that Ivy was going under. “You’re so very good at this, my love. So very skilled. I’m always honored to hypnotize you, each and every time you permit me. After all, you’re in control here. Always. At any moment, we both know you could wake up, sit up, and end this. But you’re not. Instead, you’re choosing to sink deeper.”

Ivy replied with a quiet grunt of approval. Everything Leah had said was true, and the affirmation of her dominance felt like a warm, heavy blanket being placed over her. It helped her to relax; to let go; to go limp, and become just as soft and malleable as the comfortable foam mattress underneath her.

“That’s right,” Leah repeated. “And now that you’re sinking for me, I want you to imagine something. Perhaps you already are. After all, you already know what I’m going to say. You’re much too wise not to. I’m going to ask you to recreate our favorite place in your mind’s eye. That deep, familiar place you always let me take you to.”

The image, the place, appeared at once in Ivy’s mind’s eye. Within moments, it was like she was actually there. She could recreate every last detail. She and Leah had been there a dozen times, and hundreds more in trance and fantasy.

It was nothing elaborate; just a certain spot up in the rolling hills outside the town in which Ivy and Leah lived. But it was their favorite place in the whole world. They had spent a lot of time up in the hills, getting to know each other and deepening their relationship. It was only natural that, whenever Leah asked Ivy to imagine herself in a safe, familiar and relaxing place, the hills were where she went.

And she always imagined them covered in a thick layer of dense, pristine snow. Winter, after all, was her favorite season.

“Are you there?” Leah asked.

Ivy nodded, just barely. “I’m there.”

“Good,” said Leah. “You’re there, so you can feel the crispness of the snow under your feet with each step. You can feel the gentle breath of winter on the back of your neck, soothing away any heat or sweat you might feel from walking. You can hear nothing but the crunch of your footsteps. There’s nothing else moving. Everything is perfect.”

It was. Inside Ivy’s head, it was all perfectly vivid. Perfectly real. She was there.

“You know what comes next,” Leah continued. “It’s time to go deeper into the snow. Ten steps. I’ll count down for you, and with each falling number, I want you to imagine yourself stepping through the snow. With each falling number, the snow will get deeper and deeper - and so will you.”

Ivy was already completely prepared. She’d made this journey many times before, and she knew exactly where it took her.

“Ten,” Leah said, in a strong, clear voice. “Ready to take that first step.”

Ivy tried to nod, but she was too deep to move.

“Nine,” Leah counted. “Plant your foot. Feel the snow give way beneath your foot. Hear it crunch.”

Ivy took a step, in her mental image of the snowy, peaceful, enchanted world. Her foot sunk deep, leaving the snow around her ankles.

“Eight,” Leah went on. “Another step. But this time, your foot goes deeper into the snow. It doesn’t set you off-balance, but you can clearly feel the snow rising up your legs.”

It was around Ivy’s calves now.

“Seven. This time, deeper still. You have to push through the snow to take a step now, and it’s making your movements a little slow. A little sluggish.”

That was certainly true. As Ivy imagined stepping forwards, there was a distinct sense of resistance that slowed her down and sapped her strength. It wasn’t unpleasant, though. It was a little bit like a heavy blanket being dragged up over her lower body.

“Six,” Leah counted. “Each step, deeper than the last. Perhaps the snow is up to your thighs now. Perhaps it’s around your hips. However deep you feel like going.”

It was up around Ivy’s hips already. She was deep. Leah’s voice always took her deep.

"Five.” Leah’s voice sounded like it was coming from all around her now. “This time, you sink so far the snow is coming up to your waist. You’re not sure how deep it goes. It’s like it’s endless. It’s like it goes on forever.”

If it went on forever, Ivy knew she could let herself sink forever. The snow was now around her torso, but it didn’t make her feel cold. Not even in her imagination. Instead, it felt a little like a warm, relaxing bath.

“Four,” Leah continued. Her voice was slowing down, matching the diminishing rhythm of Ivy’s steps - or perhaps, that was just how it felt. “There’s so much snow now. It takes so much energy to push it out of the way. But that’s OK, because you simply lean into it, and let the weight of your body do the work.”

With the snow now up to Ivy’s chest, there wasn’t much else she could do. Leaning against the snow felt wonderful. It was just like she’d imagined clouds would feel, as a child.

“Three. Deeper still. So deep now. It’s coming up to your neck. Maybe you can’t even tell where one step ends and the next begins. It’s more like swimming than walking. You’re just sinking, and sinking, and sinking.”

There was so much snow. It was swallowing Ivy up. She let it happen. Snow was safe. Leah was safe.

“Two,” Leah counted. “It’s coming up to your neck. There’s only a couple more steps to go, so you can give all of your strength to those, knowing how good it will feel to be deep, deep in trance afterward.”

Ivy could feel the warm, heavy snow lapping at her face. She became conscious of it covering her chest, as a pleasant weight that made her take even bigger, slower breaths. Not much further now.

“One.” The cadence of Leah’s voice made it clear she was building up to something final. “Now you’re sinking all the way in. So very deep. You can feel the snow closing in over your head. Surrounding you, like a cocoon. Like an embrace.”

Ivy shivered, but not from the cold. From the anticipation. She always loved this moment, when the snow was so heavy it dragged her down forever, leaving her teetering on the edge of blissful, abyssal trance.

“Zero,” Leah counted, after letting Ivy enjoy the moment for a few seconds. “One last step. Go into a trance for me, my love.”

Ivy took one last step, slumping forward, sinking with all of her weight. But this time, she didn’t just sink. She fell. The snow beneath her feet turned to nothing, and everything went dark. With nothing to catch her, she just went on falling, but there was no unpleasant sensation of vertigo in the pit of her stomach. She was utterly peaceful. Utterly content.

Utterly hypnotized.

The nearby warmth of Leah’s body was her anchor. It reminded Ivy that, even as she was falling, suspended in infinite nothing, she was really just on her bed, in her girlfriend’s arms. That made the nothing safe. It let her give herself totally to Leah’s suggestions.

It was perfect.

"OK.” Leah stretched and stirred a little, although it wasn’t nearly enough to rouse Ivy. “Do you remember what we were going to do?”

“Yes,” Ivy replied, in a quiet, still voice.

“Tell me, please.”

“Trying to help with my dysphoria,” Ivy recited sleepily. “Give me a new perspective.” A slight, dreamy, goofy smile appeared on her face. “So we can fuck.”

At that, Leah almost cracked up, but she managed to keep herself under control. “That’s right. We’re going to touch on some sensitive points. So, I want you to know that, if it gets too much, you can simply allow yourself to wake up naturally. You don’t need to push yourself. Understand?”

Ivy didn’t say anything, but they both knew she did. Leah’s ever-present concern and care were another layer of safety and warmth added to Ivy’s trance.

“Now,” Leah began. “I want you to picture something for me. Picture a person. A woman. Not anyone in particular. Simply whatever comes to your mind when I say the word ‘woman’.”

Ivy allowed the mental image to come to her slowly and naturally. It was vague; really just a silhouette. The faint outline of a person, with marked curves and long hair.

“Describe her for me, please,” Leah prompted, after waiting a few seconds.

“Uh…” At first, Ivy wasn’t quite sure what to say. Her entranced thoughts were incredibly slow and light, and slipped through her fingers whenever she tried to grasp them. But eventually, words came. “Tall… feminine… long hair… dark hair… naked… uh… pretty.”

Both of them smiled at that last one. Even totally hypnotized, Ivy was a total lesbian.

“Great,” said Leah. “Next, imagine her wearing a strap-on.”

Ivy’s mental image shifted. A lovingly-crafted leather harness appeared around the woman’s hips and jutting out from it, an impressive, hard, silicone shaft. It was a strap-on.

“Describe it.”

“Big…” Ivy murmured. “Thick… impressive… hard… powerful… pleasurable?”

“Pleasurable?” Leah queried.

Ivy licked her lips. “Good for… giving pleasure.”

“Right.” Leah sounded amused. "Now describe her again. The woman.”

Ivy found her mental image shifting in small ways. “Um… shorter hair… lesbian… powerful… dominant.”

“Still feminine?” Leah asked.

“Yeah,” Ivy agreed at once. “Oh yeah.”

It made sense to her. A strap-on was practically the symbol of lesbianism. What could be more feminine?

“That’s right,” Leah agreed. “And now, I want you to do something a little harder. Ivy, I want you to project yourself onto that mental image. Make it you, wearing that strap-on. Picture yourself like that. And then, describe yourself.”

Ivy frowned and twitched a little. This was harder. It was harder because she had to see through the fog of dysphoria and insecurity to get a clear picture of herself - but with her girlfriend guiding her, it was that much easier, and she was drawn automatically to the kinds of words she had been using moments before.

“Dominant,” Ivy replied. “Tall… powerful… red hair… lesbian…”

“Pretty?” Leah suggested playfully.

It took her a long moment to decide about that, but eventually, she smiled. “Yeah.”

A slight blush came to Ivy’s cheeks.

“And feminine, right?” Leah continued.

“Yeah.” Ivy didn’t need to hesitate much to find that answer.

“Right. That’s good,” Leah told her. “You look pretty and feminine, with the strap-on.”

“Yeah.”

“How does it feel?”

“Good,” Ivy answered at once. “Really good.”

It was something close to her ideal self. The fantasy of who and how she wanted to be, if the awkward fact of her body’s anatomy was no longer in the way.

“How does the strap-on make you feel?”

“Good,” Ivy repeated, with even more conviction. “Hot. Powerful. Dominant.”

“I bet,” Leah purred. “You’re doing well so far, my love. I’m proud of you, so I know you can do this next part as well. I want you to take that mental image into yourself. I want you to look at yourself the way you do in your mind’s eye. I want you to feel the way that mental image makes you feel. And as you do, you’ll feel that strap-on around your hips.”

Ivy stirred just a little as her perspective suddenly adjusted. The mental image she’d been imagining projected in front of her suddenly flew at her and merged with her, the sensation of it just like the softness of the snow. Ivy felt abruptly naked, and, hanging on her hips, was the phantom sensation of the strap-on.

In this strange nowhere-place in her mind, Ivy shivered.

“How does it feel?” Leah asked earnestly, after a few seconds.

“Uh…” Ivy answered slowly. “Strange… I think.”

She’d never actually worn a strap-on, so she could only imagine what it might actually feel like. It was distinctive - but good.

“It’s strange,” Leah agreed. “But in a good way. Isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Ivy’s words from earlier came back to her. “Good. Powerful. Dominant.”

“Hell yeah.” Ivy could hear the smirk on Leah’s voice. “I’m imagining it too. And I think it’s really, really hot. I think you look incredibly fucking sexy with that big, thick, plastic cock between your legs.”

Ivy shuddered at the breathy, passionate voice Leah had suddenly dropped into. When she used it like that, her girlfriend’s voice never failed to turn Ivy on. This time was no exception; even as Ivy pictured herself naked, with a strap-on, she could feel her real body beginning to react, stirring and swelling beneath her lingerie.

The contradiction was dazzling. Ivy could feel both her dick and her phantom strap-on at the same time. Her breath caught in her throat.

“It’s OK,” Leah soothed at once. “I know. Don’t worry. Just let yourself feel it. Feel how big it is. How thick it is. How its weight feels, hanging on your hips.”

Her words, low and sensual, kept coaxing Ivy towards total hardness. It wasn’t long before there was a huge tent in the front of Ivy’s panties. Ivy kept twitching. In her mind’s eye, it was a strap-on, and it felt so real. She could feel its weight. Its girth.

“Reach down,” Leah urged. “Touch it. Hold it. See how it feels.”

Ivy’s arms had been limp at her sides, but now she lifted her right hand and hesitantly reached down between her legs. Her mind was empty, but she could feel both anxiety and eager anticipation bubbling in the background of her absent thoughts.

When her hand closed around her stiff shaft, she gasped.

“How does it feel?” Leah asked eagerly.

“My… my…” Ivy’s voice, thick from trance and arousal, kept tripping up over her words. “My… c-“

“Your strap,” Leah corrected firmly. Ivy’s mind immediately bent to her suggestion, and accepted what Leah had guided her to see.

“My strap,” she managed. “It’s…”

“Powerful,” Leah reminded her. “Pleasurable. Feminine. Dominant.”

“Yeah… feminine.” Ivy couldn’t believe how feminine she felt, touching herself like this.

It was so hot.

Ivy was completely hard now, and arousal was making her sensitive. Even through her panties, the sensation of her hand wrapped around her shift was enough to provoke twinges of pleasure that raced up her spine and made her shiver. The sensation was confusing. Strap-ons weren’t supposed to have nerves.

Leah noticed her discomfort. “What’s wrong?”

“Shouldn’t… be able to feel,” Ivy grunted.

“Oh? And why not?” Leah sounded completely relaxed; she already had an answer for this. “I don’t think that makes any difference at all. Why shouldn’t a strap-on be able to feel?”

“I…” Ivy didn’t have an answer to that.

“After all,” Leah continued. “You could have a strap-on made out of all kinds of different things, right? Plastic, silicone, glass… why not you? Why can’t it be part of your body?”

Ivy didn’t have an answer to that either, and in the grip of hypnosis it was easy to accept the reasoning of the woman she loved so much.

“You have a strap-on,” Leah told her. “A strap-on you can feel. Isn’t that cool? I definitely think so.” She licked her lips. “Even more fun to suck on.”

Deep in trance as she was, Ivy giggled sleepily. Her worry was gone, and that meant she could finally relax into the simple, affirming bliss of her new situation.

“I… I have a strap-on,” Ivy whispered happily.

It was such a simple thought, but such a happy one. Such an empowering one.

“You sure do,” Leah purred. “And such a gorgeous one too. Fuck. I can’t wait to see what it does to me.”

Ivy felt Leah’s hand against hers, guiding it out of the way. She let her girlfriend do so, and then moaned when Leah took over stroking her strap-on. The sensation of someone else touching it was even better.

“Speaking of which,” Leah added. “It’s time to wake up and enjoy your new toy, my love.”

Ivy nodded. She was eager. Topping her girlfriend properly had always been difficult in the past, but she sensed that this time, things would go a little differently.

“On a count of five,” Leah said soothingly, “you’re going to wake up, nice and slow. I’ll count up from zero to five, and as I do, you’ll feel yourself gradually rising out of trance. While that happens, I want you to stay completely focused on everything we’ve been talking about, so you can keep this feeling present with you in your body. Understand?”

Another nod. Ivy was so ready. Leah started to count.

“Zero,” she intoned, slowly, rhythmically. “Still calm, just preparing yourself to wake up.”

This was just as familiar as every other part of their hypnosis. Ivy felt her mind and body responding automatically to Leah’s words.

“One,” Leah counted. “Starting to stir, just barely. Thoughts starting to quicken.”

Ivy stretched out as she stirred, arching her spine.

“Two. Now your mind is starting to return to normal, bit by bit.”

Her awareness of her environment was starting to return. She could feel the sheets against her skin, and the slight nip of the cool air.

“Three. But even so, memories of your trance are staying with you. My words and suggestions, clinging to the edges of your mind.”

More than anything, though, Ivy was aware of her strap-on, hard between her legs.

“Four. Perching on the edge of wakefulness. Ready to open your eyes on the next number.”

Ivy’s breathing slipped back into its usual, waking rhythm, and as it did, energy surged through her limbs.

“Five. Open your eyes, my love. Wake up.”

Ivy’s eyes blinked open. At first, she saw nothing but pure white as the light dazzled her, but soon, her girlfriend’s face appeared out of the fog.

“Hey,” Leah said. She was wearing an expression that was a curious mix of worry and joy. “How are you doing?”

Good,” Ivy answered dreamily. “Really good. Great.”

The worry in Leah’s face eased. “I’m so glad. And… did it work?”

Ivy took a moment to check herself and look down at the tent in her pants. Then, she grinned.

“Yeah,” she replied. “Oh yeah.”

“Then…” Leah bit her lip and batted her eyelids coquettishly. “I mean… we don’t know how long the suggestion might last…”

Ivy tilted her head and made a big show of being deep in thought. As the seconds dragged on, Leah started to tremble with anticipation. Then, when her attention wavered, Ivy made her move.

The trans girl surged upwards, twisting her body as she did and throwing all of her weight down on her girlfriend. Leah yelped in surprise but didn’t resist, not even slightly. In the end, Ivy was left straddling her girlfriend, grinning wildly down at her, her mane of red hair falling all around her face.

“In that case,” Ivy said, giggling. “We’d better get some good use out of this thing while it lasts.”

She bent down and put her lips to Leah’s. With her right hand, she took hold of her strap and started to position it between her girlfriend’s legs as, with her left, she lifted the hem of her dress.

It was going to be an amazing night.


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