It's something that deep down I actually want to try once (With consent of course). I've always wanted to take a Psychology class that will actually teach me hypnosis (I usually fantasize that me and the teacher have controlled the entire class or something) Anyways, the dream starts that I finally finished taking my Psychology class. I wanted to come home and "show it off". My dad, of course, picks me up from school and we get back home as soon as possible. He's already tired and a bit sweaty from work, partially wearing his uniform except for a clean t-shirt. I get excited and I wait for the right moment to start. Once we get home, obviously he'll start going to sleep since he has work later on at night. I wait for an hour to go by. No one else is in the house except me, him and the dogs (which I have to get rid of for the moment).

In order to get them outside, I had to pretend that I was going to make something in the kitchen and that I was giving them a treat. Once they ran out the door, I closed it and immediately slipped into the small hallway, where I stood quietly. The air was off and I hear a very faint snore. Jackpot, I think to myself. I slowly make my way to his bedroom door. I stand there patiently, detecting to see how knocked out he is. His snoring is very loud. I start to smile as I gently open the door to peek in. The door creaks, yet he doesn't budge. He's very asleep. I smile to myself as I make my way towards the side of the bed.

The next thing I do is slowly lean over and start whispering "breathe in, breathe out". I continue to whisper the same thing over and over as he keeps snoring on. After a few minutes of repeating this, I felt that I was ready for the next step. Time to test all of this training out. I wait a moment after I tell him to breathe in. He holds his breath. I tell him to breathe out and waited two seconds. He breathed out, but doesn't breathe in. This time I tell him to "breathe in and out" in a very quick manner. He actually follows suit. I finally got his subconscious.

I slowly call out his first name. I ask him to respond if he could hear me. His voice is groggy, but he replies with a very slowed yet slurred "yesssss...." I extend my grin. I slowly speak to him, "You are currently hypnotized and in a very deep sleep. This is a very good thing though because you are relaxed, therefore you shouldn't move because you are too comfortable. It's okay, you can trust me." My dad slowly responds with "Hypnotized.....good.....Trust you...." I smile. the progress is going very well indeed. I then voiced out another suggestion. "It's a good thing also. Being under hypnosis feels wonderful that you will do whatever you can to stay under it. The more suggestions you follow, the more relaxed you feel. Repeat that." My father once again spoke out in his sleep. "Good thinng to be hypnotiizedd.......folow suggustionss....relaaaxxx....." I then noticed my dad start to smile a bit as he slowly sunk further into the bed.

I tested it out a little bit further. I voiced my next command. "Move your left arm until you feel my hand. Then slowly wrap your hand around mine." It takes him one second to start moving, but he slowly shifts his beefy arm until he happened to find my arm. Then, just ask I asked him, he gently holds my hand, even to the point where our fingers interwine. While I smile at how the command was played out and how cute it looked, my dad simply laid there, waiting for my next order. I then cycled through my mind of what to command him to do next. I slowly pan around the room, not once budging my "captured" appendage. Then I spotted my next idea: my eyes darted at the foot of the bed.

My eyes were staring at his socked feet. I stared at them for a very long time. For years I've longed for a moment where I could worship and play with them without him being asleep. I wanted him to be awake and let me worship them. I longed for a day where he could enjoy the experience that I was about to play out. My dad in reality though would never let me do something like this. I felt like this was the right moment to act now than never. I start to unwrap my fingers from his large hand and left them at his side. I slowly made my way to the foot of the bed and I gently start to caress one of his feet. He doesn't move or flinch. I test it out a bit further by pinching one of his toes through his socks. He still doesn't budge. I smile as I start to tell him "This feels good, doesn't it? Getting a nice massage like this helps you relax and more hypnotized. You like feeling relaxed, don't you?" He replies with a "Yessss...." I then tell him "Repeat the following: Getting a foot massage makes me hypnotized and more obedient." He then reanimates his mouth "Gettinn a foot masssage makess me hypnotizzed and moore obeediantt....." I smile. I really captured my dad to the point where he even repeats every single word I tell him to, although he slurred them, but this made it more sexier. There was just one thing missing. I then demand him "You can call me master." Then my dad's lips move again only to reply with a "Yess.....master..."

My next command as new "appointed master" was to get this party started! After rubbing his warm, strong yet limp feet, I reached out my hand and grasped the end of his right sock. I then told him "What I'm about to do right now is remove your socks. Removing them means freeing your feet, which in turn helps you relax more. Remember, baring your feet means more hypnotized relaxation." My dad was processing that "Yeah......freeing my feet.....bare my feet....relaxxxx". I smiled. "Everytime I remove your shoes or your socks, you're going to go back to this state of hypnosis. Having bare feet hypnotize you. You will then let me do whatever I want to you bare feet." My dad then repeated the command "Bare feet hypnotize me...........Do whatevr you want to my feeett....." Hook, line and sinker!

I then start slowly peeling off both of his socks, trying to hold my bulge back as I'm witnessing what I'm doing. After I slip off both socks, I toss them to the side and look back at the dad. He actually sunk a bit more into the bed then before, his muscles looking really relaxed. I smiled as I lifted one of his feet up to my face. His feet were a bit rough from all the work he usually does and they had a very nice odor emitting from them. What also caught my attention was a bit of lint was showing around his toes. Jackpot, I thought to myself. Before I could start, I look back at my dad. I still felt something was not right. I then commanded him "I want you to slowly open your eyes. You're still deeply hypnotized though, but you will only open your eyes until I tell you to do something else." My dad responded with a "Yes master" before lifting open his eyelids. He had that normal expression as if someone was deep in thought, but I knew my dad was staring right past the ceiling. I smiled as I lightly tickled his feet. No response. He never budged or even blinked, his eyes just stared up ahead. I almost wanted to squeel with so much joy. I then felt overjoyed that I then commanded him "Repeat after me: Having my feet worshipped hypnotizes me." Then my dad started repeating it, this time I made sure it was in a loop by shouting "Again!" after each time the sentence ended. "Having my feet worshipped hypnotizes me. Having my feet worshipped hypnotizes me. Having my feet worshipped hypnotizes me. Having my feet worshipped hypnotizes me. Having my feet....." I was able to have him repeat nonstop without me having to waste my breath. I then felt fulfilled as I started sucking my dad's toes.

I licked my dad's feet like crazy. I couldn't believe it. Finally for the first time in my life I was able to do something as fantastic as this. I was even in more ecstasy as I heard my dad still repeating his phrase in the background. "Having my feet worshipped hypnotizes me. Having my feet worshipped ......" I continued to ravage my dad's feet. My bulge was struggling to escape from my jeans. I unzipped my jeans and let my hard member rub against the bed. I continued to lick his feet and even attempted to fit all his toes in my mouth. I then stopped for a little bit and commanded him "I want you to stop repeating that phrase for now. Now I'm going to give you another command to repeat, but only this time I want you to take out your dick and stroke it. You will not cum until I tell you to. For now keep stroking it and repeat after me: I am your barefoot hypnotized slave. Your wish is my command." Then my dad slowly reached over his work slacks to find his zipper. After tugging it down, he slipped his hand through the hole and pulled out his limp but growing penis. He then started to masturbate slowly while he repeated "I am your barefoot hypnotized slave. Your wish is my command. I am your barefoot hypnotized slave. Your wish is my command......" Just seeing this and having his feet covered in my saliva really did it. I exploded that very instant. My orgasm subsided as I opened my eyes to see that part of my jizz actually made it to the bottom of his feet. He continued to stroke and repeat the command as if they were the only things that mattered to him, totally oblivious to what he was doing and what was going on around him.

After a while of cooling down, I then started to move again. This time, I lifted my hand and slowly scooped the semen from his feet. I then slowly drizzled it on every one of his toes as if his feet were a cake in need of icing. I stood up as I stared at my dad, still doing what I left him to do. I then spoke up once again, "You can stop repeating that now. In fact you are about to release your load. Once you do, you will fall back into a deep sleep until the time you wake up for work. You will not remember any of this or even feel any different about your feet or body. You will not feel any cum whatsoever. Repeat that." My dad struggled as his throbbing member was close to peaking "Yes Master! I will fall asleep after I cum! I will not feel any cum on my feet or body! I will not remember anything! Yes Master!" I then added "Remember also that whenever I and only I, your beloved son, says the phrase "barefoot hypnotized slave", you will kick off your shoes and socks and wait for orders. Repeat your trigger phrase!" My dad repeats "Barefoot hypnotized slave!". He looks so cute struggling to talk while close to ejaculating. I then let him out of his small misery by then saying "You may cum now." My dad then roared loud as streams of cum jetted out of his hard erection. It lands around his stomach, covering part of his t-shirt. He starts to subside down as his glazed eyes finally close. I then hear my dad snoring loudly again. I begin to smile as I start to scoop up his semen. I then dabbed it on both of the palms of my hands and slide it across both of his soles, leaving a shiny residue. He doesn't move or skip a snore.

I smile as I slip out my phone and take a couple of shots for memory purposes. I then finally slip both of his socks back on and I quietly walk out of the room.

The End.

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