A sketch reward I got from being a Patron to Porniky, this month I chose the ever popular Princess Jasmine to be portrayed as being hypnotized. I always did love that character and I've written quite a bit about her being transformed, hypnotized, corrupted and so forth. In fact, I even wrote an accompanying fic for this illustration which you can read here in the description: www.deviantart.com/incred...Jasmine-Porniky-832895225
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Hypnosex said: Here's the story Incredibleintruder wrote to go along with this image:
DIARY OF A FUTURE HAREM SLAVE
March 20th: It has been a while since I've written in this diary and I fear that I might need it. The palace is filled with a great many fools, each one of them seemingly desirous to make sure everything works out for me, yet they've forgotten to ask just what I wanted to begin with it seems. So many suitors, each one of them wishing to be the next Sultan of Agrabah and to have the lovely Princess Jasmine for a wife. A pity for them that I don't plan to make it easy...or actually possible at all. I do wish my father would understand that I want to choose for myself and that no matter who comes in...I don't think anyone will really see me for who I am.
Jafar has told me that he'd try to reason with my father and see if he cannot make some concessions. I cannot say that I trust him as he seems too sly and cunning to my taste. Still, he did listen for a few moments, which is more than anyone has done as I'm to partake in wife training, whatever that is. How to be a perfect little air-headed strumpet would be a more fitting title for these lessons.
March 22nd: I skipped a day. Again, I barely finish what I start because I'm either too distracted or too much in need of respite from all of this. Those princes and nobles are all alike, full of themselves and so much in love with their own voice that it just becomes tiresome to listen, to even pretend to care. They promise the moon, glory, some even to kill my enemies and yet the only thing I'd ask is for them to go away or at least let me talk for five minutes. I've had enough.
Jafar has told me that my father isn't really listening and that he's trying his best. However, they could speak about it all for a time tomorrow after he hears everything I have to say, to make a good case. I fear he has ulterior motives, but he is my best chance at a direct line for my father who's ever so busy and ever accompanied by his Vizier. We'll just have to see if he's actually earnest or if he just wants to go on and use me like all those travelers wants to have me as a trophy.
March 23rd: I'm surprised that Jafar took the time. Perhaps he wasn't really busy or he felt obligated, yet I went on to talk to him about how insipid all of this process really was. There seemed to be no actual criteria save for being rich or noble, royalty or of heroic decree. Some were handsome, yes, but most were just boring and insensitive, talking about me as if I was a prize to win and not an actual person. It was insulting and there could be so many more interesting things I could be doing.
He listened on and on and after I was done he told me that perhaps I indeed needed to broaden my horizon, to get to know more about the world and with it myself. He seemed to repeat what I said mostly, but it's a sign that he did get what I meant. He was ever holding his snake staff all the time while he sat in front of me, the object being sordid and sinister as there was a faint glow to those eyes, yet one that I only darted toward a few times at most. He talked a bit at the end, telling me stuff that I already knew and that he'd try again to speak with my father about this.
March 24th: I had to go through these insipid meet-ups again. I almost feel bad for those young men they keep sending over as I know I'll be harsh to them. This is not who I want to be, but for my independence and my own peace of mind I need to act like this. I want to help the people, to be a good ruler and to improve everything I touch, yet I can't do so chained to someone else, especially if I'm to be decoration rather than being myself.
Jafar came back at me and talked. He listened to me for a while, but he taped his staff on the ground to get my attention. It was a bit impertinent and rude, but as I watched the staff I felt that I did prattle on and on yesterday. Perhaps listening might do some good for once, I told myself, as he went on to say that he tried very hard to at least let me go outside with an escort, but my father was adamant that the outside world was not fit for someone such as myself. I groaned and Jafar spoke but I barely listened. I distracted myself with those eyes found in his staff, those red rubies seemingly sparkling, giving off an almost malevolent air to this glorified shiny stick. I must admit I kind of spaced out and then he left, making me think indeed that perhaps he was right that I needed to know myself a little bit more.
March 25th: No envoy today, thank the stars. Just some quality time with Rajah and my own preoccupations...Or at least I thought so until I went on to get sent to more wife training. I hate those lessons on etiquette, on all those silly rituals that serves nothing at all. Teach me sword-fighting, riding, acrobatics...anything but those. Even just cooking and sewing would be more useful than these brain-dead lessons.
Jafar saw my distress over this. He seemed to be awfully getting familiar with me and as I prepared to confront him about this he just taped the staff to get my attention and then he told me that he wanted what was best for me, that he truly did all he could so that I'd be able to bloom into the most magnificent person I could become. I've heard these kind of things before...but I must admit it sounded convincing when he told them. He does look like someone looking only for his own profit, but there's an awareness to the Vizier that I could learn from. I must admit having glanced a few times at this staff of his as it seemed to be almost...intriguing. Those red eyes were rather eye-catching and because of that I felt like I missed a lot of what Jafar said, but at least I got the gist of it.
March 26th: I got to enjoy yet some more princely fool giving me some stupid promises as he told me of his adventures, of his amazing feats and I could feel the jealousy boil within me. Such an arrogant little piece of pseudo-royalty could go and explore the world, fight battles and yet I have to learn about what the fourth fork and its role on the table? This was insane and I couldn't get more bored and bothered if I tried. Again I just shattered his pride, threw a tantrum and made myself feel bad about it a little later...But then there was indeed one person who could listen and maybe give some advice: Jafar.
I went to him and I talked for a little bit of time, then he taped the staff, a sign which meant he wanted to speak and our conversation went on for what seemed like minutes...But which I soon learned was actually hours. It seems like time flies by when you're in good company and I never took Jafar to be so interesting, polite and considerate. Really, it's quite a surprise and I can kinda see why my father listens to his counsel...most of the time anyway and only when it doesn't concern her.
March 27th: I rushed away from those foolish lessons today. I couldn't take it anymore. How to make my dress flow, how to address my future husband...preposterous. Thankfully, I went to Jafar and he took care of things for me, then he finally noticed that I have been staring a little longer at his snake staff than usual. It's just such a pretty piece of craftsmanship and it is true that I've been looking at it more and more, thinking about it at times while I was bored and hoping for a distraction. I thought he'd be insulted by this, but he merely chuckled and told me that I could look for as long as I wish.
He even helped me guide my gaze toward it, from the base to the hood as it was a truly magnificent object. Then he told me to look into the eyes, those rubies which seemed to be deep and infinite, so easy to stare at, so sumptuous, so pristine and precious. I can still picture them in my mind as once more I thought moments went by while it was really hours. I can be so easily distracted at times, losing myself in my own head. At least it was in the presence of an ally and friend this time.
March 28th: I went outside today. Jafar arranged things, gave me a cloak and everything. I sneaked out and got to see just how wonderful and yet terrifying Agrabah truly is. I've been thought of as a thief for just picking an apple! Thankfully, a dashing young man rescued me and helped me escape from the guards. Jafar and I would be in quite a lot of trouble if I were caught, yet it did not happen as this young man guided me to his home and as we got to know each other, Jafar went on to appear, having apparently followed me. It seemed like he was assuring himself my security and he looked quite cross with my new friend. I objected and went on to start telling of how this Aladdin had been my savior for this moment, yet a tap of the snake staff on the ground made stop to listen to Jafar instead.
I cannot say I recall much after that. I was actually being quite irrational and emotive, which is quite normal after such an ordeal. Jafar told me that my hero would be given the honor and reward that he earned for such a rescue and that was the end of it. Of course, I trusted his word as Jafar, despite his look and some of his more questionable traits of character, is a very trustworthy friend.
March 30th: I skipped a day again, which is unfortunate as I was making good progress. Perhaps there wasn't much to tell as I spent most of my day yesterday with Jafar, who kept my escapade on the streets of Agrabah a secret. I only remember chatting with him, listening to his advice and having a very pleasant time. As for today, I went to him once more as I came to realize that I lean on him quite a lot, which he took as something very pleasant to witness. It means I trust him, appreciate his work and he was glad to be of service, that the princess deigned him wise and worthy of her time. I do believe so, yes, as he just has a way with words and deeds despite some failings. I went on to ask him about Aladdin, but then he taped the staff on the ground and I listened very carefully, giving him all my attention and focus.
I stared at those eyes, the snake staff drawing my gaze in so potently as even this simplest of item gave me respite. It just sent waves of calmness and relaxation, making me lose track of time and of myself. It's so peaceful, so pleasant to look at those bright red eyes. I must admit that I think about Jafar and the staff often these days. It is a bit odd, but then again it offers me tranquility among the many frustrations I feel in life.
April 2nd: I'm really out of it these days. I keep going back to Jafar and he's always nice to me, always so eager to listen and I know that when he strikes his staff gently on the ground it is only to give me sound advice so I stop talking and listen. He lets me look at the staff, knowing how much I adore to do so as he reassures me, tells me about how things progress in his talks for my own independence. He's actually making a breakthrough now, he tells me with a smile on his face.
I listened to him talk for hours about how he'd be able to make my dreams come true, that I wouldn't have to suffer through all those terrible choices that my father insisted upon. He's going to make sure I get not only what I want, but what I need to. I'm quite lucky to have opened myself up to him it seems!
April 3rd: It finally happened. Jafar made good on his promise and he managed to make sure I'm not going to meet any new pretendants until he knows I'm ready. He's even being put in charge of my lessons, to instill what I truly need and nothing so insipid as what I've been subjected to. I swear, I could have kissed him on the spot upon hearing this.
He told me he'd be using a technique to help me develop my aptitudes much faster, something called “hypnosis”. It would help me focus and listen and all I needed to do was stare at the eyes of his snake staff. That's easy, as I've been doing that for a while without even trying. My luck is finally turning around, it seems.
April 4th: My lessons have finally started. The first thing I'm learning is dancing, the first step to a more agile and dexterous body I've been told. It's baladi, the art of belly dancing and the teacher told me she'd been paid handsomely to teach me all the basics and then some. I'm not that eager to learn, but it beats the previous path I was put on quite easily.
Afterward, I spent some more time with Jafar who went on to say how he's going to hypnotize me and to make sure I retain all kinds of information. I stare at those eyes, lose myself in them, open my mind, relax my body and the rest is so easy. I just need to listen, to trust what Jafar says and to let go and the lessons ends almost as if they were dreams. Hypnosis is actually rather intriguing and almost fun as I ended up my long hours with Jafar with a big smile on my face and a relaxed stance in my body, as if I slept soundly for an entire night.
April 5th: I felt rather bad that I wasn't paying attention at those baladi lessons yesterday and give it my all today. Jafar worked hard for me to obtain this and I shouldn't disappoint him. Being selfish and self-absorbed would not do well, especially given how much Jafar had done to make sure it would all work. Now I just need to put in some efforts and progress as much as I can.
Once it's done, I'm spent and fatigued yet thankfully I'm given time to rest with Jafar as he hypnotize me again. He asks me to describe how I feel when under a trance and I tell him that I feel light, at peace, relaxed...And he tells me some more things that is normal to sense too like elation, bliss, even a touch of arousal too. Hypnosis really is the best as the more I feel and talk about it, the more I appreciate it. It's just a pity that I lose track of everything while I'm deeply under, yet thankfully Jafar is there to keep me straight.
April 6th: Jafar happily tells me that he made it so the young man who saved me will now be working for him in the palace as his servant. I'm quite happy that this poor “street rat” as some called him, this Aladdin, would be taken care of. I ask if I could go and see him, but there is a need for me to focus on my own lessons and I actually happen to agree. Aladdin apparently has lessons too and they involve hypnosis as well, Jafar reveals with a little wink and a chuckle. Considering how much I've grown to love being hypnotized, I only feel happy that Aladdin gets to feel like I do.
There is no baladi lesson today, but I get to spend more time being hypnotized too as I learn about how to let myself go completely, to let Jafar guide me into what is best. He knows so many things and I've yet to experience the world like he's done. So I go on and focus on what I can, on what I remember hearing. I truly need to follow what Jafar says.
April 9th: It's so easy to lose track of time when you're constantly being hypnotized. I've realized that now, yet it's a small price to pay for such unparalleled bliss. I've actually gone on and asked if I could feel like this all the time. It's so much easier to drift into a trance then to just worry all the time. Jafar told me he'd consider it, but it would not do well for my other lessons.
As for them, the baladi classes have been going on like a charm. Those intense sessions have actually been a boon to me as I've discovered how to dance and position myself in a pleasing manner. How to best use my body, how to charm others, how to move in ways which would tantalize those who'd stare. I must admit I've been thinking of Jafar while I did all of this and it does scare me a little. He's older than me, yet there is an appeal to his confidence and wisdom. I'm not sure how to feel about this, truth be told.
April 17th: I'm such a klutz. I forgot about that diary for more than a week! Thankfully, Jafar told me about it and that I should keep it up to date and I'll do my best for him. He's so nice, so generous, so handsome too. He helped me realize that I have a thing for older men and while it's uncanny, it also feel very true. What would I give to be able to marry him?
The baladi classes, meanwhile, have added some more material. I've been told that the teacher does not know why I need to learn this, but she's been paid enough to not ask questions. How to be subservient and sexy, how to behave like a proper harem girl, how to bow and worship...All very important lessons I'm told and if Jafar says so...then it's the truth!
April 18th: Jafar relented and gave me his staff for the day, to experiment with it. He told me how to use it, yet made me promise to use it in a specific way to really see if I could handle it. He gave me specific instructions to follow, gave me sentences to say on repeat and to even write down should I forget them, so I went on to copy them here just in case.
Jafar is full of mastery and so he is my master. I must obey his commands and his edicts. He knows more than I. I respect him very much. I want him to hypnotize me. I love being hypnotized by him. Being in a trance is the best feeling ever. Nothing is better than looking at the deep and shiny eyes of the snake staff.
Now I just need to start...
April 19th: Yesterday was absolutely fantastic. I know these words by heart right now as I recite them to myself when Jafar asks me what I remember from my own induction. He is cheerful, approves and then hypnotize me further to make sure it all stays in my ever pliable and receptive mind.
I don't even remember the baladi lessons this time, only that I did good and that the teacher was impressed by how fast I was learning to behave like a good little harem slave.
April 29th: It's become so hard to concentrate anymore without hypnosis, without Jafar telling me what to do. All I remember are days where I used his staff again while he watched me, reciting my mantra and listening to his commands. He is my teacher, my adviser and my master and so I must obey what he says. It is only natural that I do so. It's just easy to do so, to shut everything away and to keep listening to him. His voice is so powerful, so sexy and so all-encompassing that I hear it all the time, reinforcing his suggestions on a constant basis while I repeat them to him to make sure I understood him well enough.
I am even able to perform for him now, to seduce him completely with my sexy body. I sway my breasts, I undulate my belly and present myself to him and I feel only aroused, excited at the prospect that it might be pleasant to him. I've been told I could be a promising harem slave if I wasn't a princess...and it feels like a challenge I can and will meet head-on.
May 16th: It takes all of my concentration to write those lines. My life is nothing but bliss as I've seen that my master, the great Jafar, is quite happy. Apparently his servant, Aladdin, accomplished something great as he got him the one thing he always wanted: a magic lamp. I don't know what it's for, but seeing him happy is just the most pleasant thing in the entire universe. He's shown me the lamp in question and it looks benign, yet pretty. He handed me his staff for the day as he said he needed to make preparations and of course I went on to do as I was commanded.
Jafar is full of mastery and so he is my master. I must obey his commands and his edicts. He knows more than I. I respect him very much. I want him to hypnotize me. I love being hypnotized by him. Being in a trance is the best feeling ever. Nothing is better than looking at the deep and shiny eyes of the snake staff.
May 17th: My life is perfect now. Jafar has told me that my father agreed on his suggestion that I end up marrying him. I feel so happy. He told me that he'd been hypnotizing my father for a very long time and he had been reluctant, another terrible decision from my father once again, yet now he had finally seen the error of his ways seeing how happy I was under him. As such, I am to be his first wife, his queen and the one in control of his harem. I am to be his wife, queen and slave soon and I aim to be the best in all of this and more as I owe him so much. My lessons have been completed a long time ago as I dance for him to congratulate his achievements by telling one of my favorite mantra, which I've written down here to help me remember it.
I am Jafar's slave. I obey his commands. He hypnotized me to do so and I want to be hypnotized even more. I am entranced, under his power and I love it. To dance for him is an obligation, to please him my privilege. Everything I do, everything I am, is for him to decide and enjoy.
June 1st: This will be the last entry to my diary as I'm much more busy these days running the harem of the great Sultan of Agrabah, my husband, master and owner, the great Jafar. My father gave him the throne and with the power of the genie at his disposal, including his newly awakened magic powers, nothing can stop him now. I help with ruling out the harem by implanting triggers and suggestions upon those betrothed to him. No rebellion shall be tolerated, only obedience as I show by example. I have been perfected and told how to behave and so shall they. I still practice on Aladdin, the young little hero more than eager to be hypnotized by me at this point as my father has been out of the picture for a while...and it's a good thing.
My body has been perfected too, Jafar using his magic to amplify my assets for his own pleasure, as is his right. I remember when my breasts grew bigger, how tight my chest felt for a moment while warmth spread inside my torso. The magic tingling in my breasts as my hips went on to get curvier and smoother. To be manipulated and toyed with by Jafar, by my master, is nothing short of extraordinary. I can't remember my dreams and aspirations from the past and it's just as well. I'm happy now and I don't need to vent or to keep track of anything silly anymore.
All I crave to do is please the Sultan as his favorite and that's what I'll do from now on.
Uh, I didn't know it would fit. I thought it would be too much text and that there might be a character limit or something.
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Fuck yes! Always love to see Jasmine! Especially in such awesome quality such as this :3
Darn right. Jasmine to me is *the* best Disney princess bar none. ;)
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Thanks. didn't know how to do that.
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Here's the story Incredibleintruder wrote to go along with this image:
DIARY OF A FUTURE HAREM SLAVE
March 20th: It has been a while since I've written in this diary and I fear that I might need it. The palace is filled with a great many fools, each one of them seemingly desirous to make sure everything works out for me, yet they've forgotten to ask just what I wanted to begin with it seems. So many suitors, each one of them wishing to be the next Sultan of Agrabah and to have the lovely Princess Jasmine for a wife. A pity for them that I don't plan to make it easy...or actually possible at all. I do wish my father would understand that I want to choose for myself and that no matter who comes in...I don't think anyone will really see me for who I am.
Jafar has told me that he'd try to reason with my father and see if he cannot make some concessions. I cannot say that I trust him as he seems too sly and cunning to my taste. Still, he did listen for a few moments, which is more than anyone has done as I'm to partake in wife training, whatever that is. How to be a perfect little air-headed strumpet would be a more fitting title for these lessons.
March 22nd: I skipped a day. Again, I barely finish what I start because I'm either too distracted or too much in need of respite from all of this. Those princes and nobles are all alike, full of themselves and so much in love with their own voice that it just becomes tiresome to listen, to even pretend to care. They promise the moon, glory, some even to kill my enemies and yet the only thing I'd ask is for them to go away or at least let me talk for five minutes. I've had enough.
Jafar has told me that my father isn't really listening and that he's trying his best. However, they could speak about it all for a time tomorrow after he hears everything I have to say, to make a good case. I fear he has ulterior motives, but he is my best chance at a direct line for my father who's ever so busy and ever accompanied by his Vizier. We'll just have to see if he's actually earnest or if he just wants to go on and use me like all those travelers wants to have me as a trophy.
March 23rd: I'm surprised that Jafar took the time. Perhaps he wasn't really busy or he felt obligated, yet I went on to talk to him about how insipid all of this process really was. There seemed to be no actual criteria save for being rich or noble, royalty or of heroic decree. Some were handsome, yes, but most were just boring and insensitive, talking about me as if I was a prize to win and not an actual person. It was insulting and there could be so many more interesting things I could be doing.
He listened on and on and after I was done he told me that perhaps I indeed needed to broaden my horizon, to get to know more about the world and with it myself. He seemed to repeat what I said mostly, but it's a sign that he did get what I meant. He was ever holding his snake staff all the time while he sat in front of me, the object being sordid and sinister as there was a faint glow to those eyes, yet one that I only darted toward a few times at most. He talked a bit at the end, telling me stuff that I already knew and that he'd try again to speak with my father about this.
March 24th: I had to go through these insipid meet-ups again. I almost feel bad for those young men they keep sending over as I know I'll be harsh to them. This is not who I want to be, but for my independence and my own peace of mind I need to act like this. I want to help the people, to be a good ruler and to improve everything I touch, yet I can't do so chained to someone else, especially if I'm to be decoration rather than being myself.
Jafar came back at me and talked. He listened to me for a while, but he taped his staff on the ground to get my attention. It was a bit impertinent and rude, but as I watched the staff I felt that I did prattle on and on yesterday. Perhaps listening might do some good for once, I told myself, as he went on to say that he tried very hard to at least let me go outside with an escort, but my father was adamant that the outside world was not fit for someone such as myself. I groaned and Jafar spoke but I barely listened. I distracted myself with those eyes found in his staff, those red rubies seemingly sparkling, giving off an almost malevolent air to this glorified shiny stick. I must admit I kind of spaced out and then he left, making me think indeed that perhaps he was right that I needed to know myself a little bit more.
March 25th: No envoy today, thank the stars. Just some quality time with Rajah and my own preoccupations...Or at least I thought so until I went on to get sent to more wife training. I hate those lessons on etiquette, on all those silly rituals that serves nothing at all. Teach me sword-fighting, riding, acrobatics...anything but those. Even just cooking and sewing would be more useful than these brain-dead lessons.
Jafar saw my distress over this. He seemed to be awfully getting familiar with me and as I prepared to confront him about this he just taped the staff to get my attention and then he told me that he wanted what was best for me, that he truly did all he could so that I'd be able to bloom into the most magnificent person I could become. I've heard these kind of things before...but I must admit it sounded convincing when he told them. He does look like someone looking only for his own profit, but there's an awareness to the Vizier that I could learn from. I must admit having glanced a few times at this staff of his as it seemed to be almost...intriguing. Those red eyes were rather eye-catching and because of that I felt like I missed a lot of what Jafar said, but at least I got the gist of it.
March 26th: I got to enjoy yet some more princely fool giving me some stupid promises as he told me of his adventures, of his amazing feats and I could feel the jealousy boil within me. Such an arrogant little piece of pseudo-royalty could go and explore the world, fight battles and yet I have to learn about what the fourth fork and its role on the table? This was insane and I couldn't get more bored and bothered if I tried. Again I just shattered his pride, threw a tantrum and made myself feel bad about it a little later...But then there was indeed one person who could listen and maybe give some advice: Jafar.
I went to him and I talked for a little bit of time, then he taped the staff, a sign which meant he wanted to speak and our conversation went on for what seemed like minutes...But which I soon learned was actually hours. It seems like time flies by when you're in good company and I never took Jafar to be so interesting, polite and considerate. Really, it's quite a surprise and I can kinda see why my father listens to his counsel...most of the time anyway and only when it doesn't concern her.
March 27th: I rushed away from those foolish lessons today. I couldn't take it anymore. How to make my dress flow, how to address my future husband...preposterous. Thankfully, I went to Jafar and he took care of things for me, then he finally noticed that I have been staring a little longer at his snake staff than usual. It's just such a pretty piece of craftsmanship and it is true that I've been looking at it more and more, thinking about it at times while I was bored and hoping for a distraction. I thought he'd be insulted by this, but he merely chuckled and told me that I could look for as long as I wish.
He even helped me guide my gaze toward it, from the base to the hood as it was a truly magnificent object. Then he told me to look into the eyes, those rubies which seemed to be deep and infinite, so easy to stare at, so sumptuous, so pristine and precious. I can still picture them in my mind as once more I thought moments went by while it was really hours. I can be so easily distracted at times, losing myself in my own head. At least it was in the presence of an ally and friend this time.
March 28th: I went outside today. Jafar arranged things, gave me a cloak and everything. I sneaked out and got to see just how wonderful and yet terrifying Agrabah truly is. I've been thought of as a thief for just picking an apple! Thankfully, a dashing young man rescued me and helped me escape from the guards. Jafar and I would be in quite a lot of trouble if I were caught, yet it did not happen as this young man guided me to his home and as we got to know each other, Jafar went on to appear, having apparently followed me. It seemed like he was assuring himself my security and he looked quite cross with my new friend. I objected and went on to start telling of how this Aladdin had been my savior for this moment, yet a tap of the snake staff on the ground made stop to listen to Jafar instead.
I cannot say I recall much after that. I was actually being quite irrational and emotive, which is quite normal after such an ordeal. Jafar told me that my hero would be given the honor and reward that he earned for such a rescue and that was the end of it. Of course, I trusted his word as Jafar, despite his look and some of his more questionable traits of character, is a very trustworthy friend.
March 30th: I skipped a day again, which is unfortunate as I was making good progress. Perhaps there wasn't much to tell as I spent most of my day yesterday with Jafar, who kept my escapade on the streets of Agrabah a secret. I only remember chatting with him, listening to his advice and having a very pleasant time. As for today, I went to him once more as I came to realize that I lean on him quite a lot, which he took as something very pleasant to witness. It means I trust him, appreciate his work and he was glad to be of service, that the princess deigned him wise and worthy of her time. I do believe so, yes, as he just has a way with words and deeds despite some failings. I went on to ask him about Aladdin, but then he taped the staff on the ground and I listened very carefully, giving him all my attention and focus.
I stared at those eyes, the snake staff drawing my gaze in so potently as even this simplest of item gave me respite. It just sent waves of calmness and relaxation, making me lose track of time and of myself. It's so peaceful, so pleasant to look at those bright red eyes. I must admit that I think about Jafar and the staff often these days. It is a bit odd, but then again it offers me tranquility among the many frustrations I feel in life.
April 2nd: I'm really out of it these days. I keep going back to Jafar and he's always nice to me, always so eager to listen and I know that when he strikes his staff gently on the ground it is only to give me sound advice so I stop talking and listen. He lets me look at the staff, knowing how much I adore to do so as he reassures me, tells me about how things progress in his talks for my own independence. He's actually making a breakthrough now, he tells me with a smile on his face.
I listened to him talk for hours about how he'd be able to make my dreams come true, that I wouldn't have to suffer through all those terrible choices that my father insisted upon. He's going to make sure I get not only what I want, but what I need to. I'm quite lucky to have opened myself up to him it seems!
April 3rd: It finally happened. Jafar made good on his promise and he managed to make sure I'm not going to meet any new pretendants until he knows I'm ready. He's even being put in charge of my lessons, to instill what I truly need and nothing so insipid as what I've been subjected to. I swear, I could have kissed him on the spot upon hearing this.
He told me he'd be using a technique to help me develop my aptitudes much faster, something called “hypnosis”. It would help me focus and listen and all I needed to do was stare at the eyes of his snake staff. That's easy, as I've been doing that for a while without even trying. My luck is finally turning around, it seems.
April 4th: My lessons have finally started. The first thing I'm learning is dancing, the first step to a more agile and dexterous body I've been told. It's baladi, the art of belly dancing and the teacher told me she'd been paid handsomely to teach me all the basics and then some. I'm not that eager to learn, but it beats the previous path I was put on quite easily.
Afterward, I spent some more time with Jafar who went on to say how he's going to hypnotize me and to make sure I retain all kinds of information. I stare at those eyes, lose myself in them, open my mind, relax my body and the rest is so easy. I just need to listen, to trust what Jafar says and to let go and the lessons ends almost as if they were dreams. Hypnosis is actually rather intriguing and almost fun as I ended up my long hours with Jafar with a big smile on my face and a relaxed stance in my body, as if I slept soundly for an entire night.
April 5th: I felt rather bad that I wasn't paying attention at those baladi lessons yesterday and give it my all today. Jafar worked hard for me to obtain this and I shouldn't disappoint him. Being selfish and self-absorbed would not do well, especially given how much Jafar had done to make sure it would all work. Now I just need to put in some efforts and progress as much as I can.
Once it's done, I'm spent and fatigued yet thankfully I'm given time to rest with Jafar as he hypnotize me again. He asks me to describe how I feel when under a trance and I tell him that I feel light, at peace, relaxed...And he tells me some more things that is normal to sense too like elation, bliss, even a touch of arousal too. Hypnosis really is the best as the more I feel and talk about it, the more I appreciate it. It's just a pity that I lose track of everything while I'm deeply under, yet thankfully Jafar is there to keep me straight.
April 6th: Jafar happily tells me that he made it so the young man who saved me will now be working for him in the palace as his servant. I'm quite happy that this poor “street rat” as some called him, this Aladdin, would be taken care of. I ask if I could go and see him, but there is a need for me to focus on my own lessons and I actually happen to agree. Aladdin apparently has lessons too and they involve hypnosis as well, Jafar reveals with a little wink and a chuckle. Considering how much I've grown to love being hypnotized, I only feel happy that Aladdin gets to feel like I do.
There is no baladi lesson today, but I get to spend more time being hypnotized too as I learn about how to let myself go completely, to let Jafar guide me into what is best. He knows so many things and I've yet to experience the world like he's done. So I go on and focus on what I can, on what I remember hearing. I truly need to follow what Jafar says.
April 9th: It's so easy to lose track of time when you're constantly being hypnotized. I've realized that now, yet it's a small price to pay for such unparalleled bliss. I've actually gone on and asked if I could feel like this all the time. It's so much easier to drift into a trance then to just worry all the time. Jafar told me he'd consider it, but it would not do well for my other lessons.
As for them, the baladi classes have been going on like a charm. Those intense sessions have actually been a boon to me as I've discovered how to dance and position myself in a pleasing manner. How to best use my body, how to charm others, how to move in ways which would tantalize those who'd stare. I must admit I've been thinking of Jafar while I did all of this and it does scare me a little. He's older than me, yet there is an appeal to his confidence and wisdom. I'm not sure how to feel about this, truth be told.
April 17th: I'm such a klutz. I forgot about that diary for more than a week! Thankfully, Jafar told me about it and that I should keep it up to date and I'll do my best for him. He's so nice, so generous, so handsome too. He helped me realize that I have a thing for older men and while it's uncanny, it also feel very true. What would I give to be able to marry him?
The baladi classes, meanwhile, have added some more material. I've been told that the teacher does not know why I need to learn this, but she's been paid enough to not ask questions. How to be subservient and sexy, how to behave like a proper harem girl, how to bow and worship...All very important lessons I'm told and if Jafar says so...then it's the truth!
April 18th: Jafar relented and gave me his staff for the day, to experiment with it. He told me how to use it, yet made me promise to use it in a specific way to really see if I could handle it. He gave me specific instructions to follow, gave me sentences to say on repeat and to even write down should I forget them, so I went on to copy them here just in case.
Jafar is full of mastery and so he is my master. I must obey his commands and his edicts. He knows more than I. I respect him very much. I want him to hypnotize me. I love being hypnotized by him. Being in a trance is the best feeling ever. Nothing is better than looking at the deep and shiny eyes of the snake staff.
Now I just need to start...
April 19th: Yesterday was absolutely fantastic. I know these words by heart right now as I recite them to myself when Jafar asks me what I remember from my own induction. He is cheerful, approves and then hypnotize me further to make sure it all stays in my ever pliable and receptive mind.
I don't even remember the baladi lessons this time, only that I did good and that the teacher was impressed by how fast I was learning to behave like a good little harem slave.
April 29th: It's become so hard to concentrate anymore without hypnosis, without Jafar telling me what to do. All I remember are days where I used his staff again while he watched me, reciting my mantra and listening to his commands. He is my teacher, my adviser and my master and so I must obey what he says. It is only natural that I do so. It's just easy to do so, to shut everything away and to keep listening to him. His voice is so powerful, so sexy and so all-encompassing that I hear it all the time, reinforcing his suggestions on a constant basis while I repeat them to him to make sure I understood him well enough.
I am even able to perform for him now, to seduce him completely with my sexy body. I sway my breasts, I undulate my belly and present myself to him and I feel only aroused, excited at the prospect that it might be pleasant to him. I've been told I could be a promising harem slave if I wasn't a princess...and it feels like a challenge I can and will meet head-on.
May 16th: It takes all of my concentration to write those lines. My life is nothing but bliss as I've seen that my master, the great Jafar, is quite happy. Apparently his servant, Aladdin, accomplished something great as he got him the one thing he always wanted: a magic lamp. I don't know what it's for, but seeing him happy is just the most pleasant thing in the entire universe. He's shown me the lamp in question and it looks benign, yet pretty. He handed me his staff for the day as he said he needed to make preparations and of course I went on to do as I was commanded.
Jafar is full of mastery and so he is my master. I must obey his commands and his edicts. He knows more than I. I respect him very much. I want him to hypnotize me. I love being hypnotized by him. Being in a trance is the best feeling ever. Nothing is better than looking at the deep and shiny eyes of the snake staff.
May 17th: My life is perfect now. Jafar has told me that my father agreed on his suggestion that I end up marrying him. I feel so happy. He told me that he'd been hypnotizing my father for a very long time and he had been reluctant, another terrible decision from my father once again, yet now he had finally seen the error of his ways seeing how happy I was under him. As such, I am to be his first wife, his queen and the one in control of his harem. I am to be his wife, queen and slave soon and I aim to be the best in all of this and more as I owe him so much. My lessons have been completed a long time ago as I dance for him to congratulate his achievements by telling one of my favorite mantra, which I've written down here to help me remember it.
I am Jafar's slave. I obey his commands. He hypnotized me to do so and I want to be hypnotized even more. I am entranced, under his power and I love it. To dance for him is an obligation, to please him my privilege. Everything I do, everything I am, is for him to decide and enjoy.
June 1st: This will be the last entry to my diary as I'm much more busy these days running the harem of the great Sultan of Agrabah, my husband, master and owner, the great Jafar. My father gave him the throne and with the power of the genie at his disposal, including his newly awakened magic powers, nothing can stop him now. I help with ruling out the harem by implanting triggers and suggestions upon those betrothed to him. No rebellion shall be tolerated, only obedience as I show by example. I have been perfected and told how to behave and so shall they. I still practice on Aladdin, the young little hero more than eager to be hypnotized by me at this point as my father has been out of the picture for a while...and it's a good thing.
My body has been perfected too, Jafar using his magic to amplify my assets for his own pleasure, as is his right. I remember when my breasts grew bigger, how tight my chest felt for a moment while warmth spread inside my torso. The magic tingling in my breasts as my hips went on to get curvier and smoother. To be manipulated and toyed with by Jafar, by my master, is nothing short of extraordinary. I can't remember my dreams and aspirations from the past and it's just as well. I'm happy now and I don't need to vent or to keep track of anything silly anymore.
All I crave to do is please the Sultan as his favorite and that's what I'll do from now on.
Uh, I didn't know it would fit. I thought it would be too much text and that there might be a character limit or something.
Guess you learn something new everyday.
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Uh, I didn't know it would fit. I thought it would be too much text and that there might be a character limit or something.
Guess you learn something new everyday.
I just found this and I love the work! <3
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