Consensual Non-Consent Snuff Fantasy Scene — Done For You Hypnosis
Jason found the ad on a site that didn’t exist in polite conversation. The kind of place where people whispered their darkest cravings and hoped someone was listening.
“For those who seek something extreme. No limits. No safe words. You come. I decide if you leave.”
Most would have scrolled past. Jason didn’t.
A time. An address. Nothing else.
Now he was here.
The door swung open before he could knock. You stood there, watching him like you had been expecting him forever.
“Jason?”
He swallowed. How did you already know?
“Yeah.”
“Come in.”
No pleasantries. No hesitation. Just inevitability.
Inside, the space was disarmingly normal. No red lights. No leather dungeons. Just a neutral space, stripped of anything recognizable. Like a void. Like a trap.
“You into kink?” you asked, locking the door behind him.
“Yeah,” he said. His voice was steady, but his pulse wasn’t.
A smirk. Slow. Knowing.
“Good.”
The cuffs snapped onto his wrists before he could blink.
A tug. A pull. His arms wrenched behind him, then bound to a steel pole. The cold bite of metal against his skin.
“Wait — “
Click.
The lights went out.
Pitch black.
A void. No outlines. No reference points. No escape.
Then — your voice. Right at his ear.
“You feel that? The stillness. The silence. The way the air is heavier than it was before?”
His breathing picked up.
“That’s fear.”
A pause. A rustle in the darkness. Then —
Plastic.
A whisper of movement. Then — cold film pressing over his face.
A plastic bag.
His breath hitched. A second later — tight. Drawn snug over his nose and mouth. Sealing him in.
The first inhale was shallow. The second — panicked.
“That’s it,” you murmured, tugging the plastic tighter. “Breathe for me. Take it all in. Feel the heat build inside. Feel your lungs scream for air.”
A pause.
“Your body knows what’s coming before your mind does.”
He jerked, body tensing.
Then — your hand on his cock.
Firm. Possessive. Stroking.
“When you suffocate, you get harder.”
His hips twitched, his body betraying him completely.
“Harder than before. And you’re near death. And you know…”
Your hand tightened around his cock.
“You might just die here.”
A whimper — muffled inside the plastic.
“Your lungs are burning. Your body is screaming. But your cock…”
A slow, agonizing stroke.
“…your cock is begging.”
A whimper escaped him.
“You want to struggle, don’t you? Or maybe you want to let go and see what happens?”
He shook, his bound arms useless behind him.
“Either way, I win.”
A squeeze — his cock pulsed in your palm.
“You know what the body does right before it gives up?”
The bag tightened. His chest convulsed. His throat gasped against nothing.
“It surrenders.”
His cock throbbed, his hips buckled. He was seconds away, hanging over the edge, the line between pleasure and fear disintegrating.
Your hand moved faster.
“The deeper you go into this, the more real it becomes… and the more real it becomes, the deeper you go.”
His lungs convulsed. He wasn’t just on the edge anymore — he was falling.
And then —
You ripped the bag off.
A flood of air — too sharp, too much, too fast. His entire body shuddered, the contrast overwhelming.
But before he could breathe fully — your hand covered his mouth.
Smothering.
Stealing.
Denying.
And your other hand — relentless. Stroking, gripping, pushing him toward an orgasm tangled in oxygen-starved delirium.
“I decide if you leave.”
He whimpered into your palm, his hips jerking. His entire body obeyed.
“Shhh. It’s okay.”
A sharp stroke.
Release.
His body buckled, spasmed, shattered. He came — harder than he ever had in his life. The force of it left him gasping, ruined, twitching in your hands.
And you — you just chuckled.
You wiped your fingers on his stomach, uncaring, detached. Let him sit in the aftermath of what you’d done to him.
And then — lips brushing his ear.
A whisper that would haunt him forever —
“Such a good man.”
A pause.
“Not tonight… but maybe next time.”
A kiss. Soft. Mocking.
And then — you left him there.
Tied. Shaking. Alone.
Wondering if he’d survive the next time he answered a stranger’s ad.
