The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A flirtatious smile comes to my face, glancing up into the rear-view mirror and batting my blue eyes in the reflection while fixing my hair, feeling happy butterflies dance around in my tummy.

I’ve completely dolled myself up for this, sporting a much heavier makeup style than I usually wore. I examine my appearance for a little while longer, making sure I was extra pretty for my performance, before stepping from my parked car, my heart fluttering with excitement.

As I strut up towards the house before me, I continue to touch and fuss about with my brown locks, ensuring they were still brushed up nicely. My body was wrapped up in my favorite leopard print fur coat, and I had a pair of twinkling crystal earrings beside my face, helping to frame my profile and make me look even more delicate and feminine.

With my face all powdered up like this, I felt slightly concerned the neighbors might think I was some expensive call girl if they saw me. But to be honest...I didn’t really care what they’d think. I was far too enraptured in my excitement, feeling like I was in some kind of sexy dream where it was hard to focus on anything else.

My pitch black heels gently click against the pavement as I make my way up the driveway, clutching my purse tightly against myself and turning to see an older man seated on the next door patio. I return a friendly wave to him, quickening my pace towards the front entrance and feeling myself blush beneath my heavy makeup.

Great...someone had seen me like this, no doubt assuming me to be an escort or something, my face burning as I hear a wolf whistle. If only he knew the truth of me, why I was doing this, and the incredible man inside I’d give myself to for free.

All I wanted was to be in Cyril’s arms by the day’s end, as long as I knew he desired me more than anything, my world would be perfect...

Taking a deep breath to calm my nerves, at last I find the courage to press a small doorbell beside the front entrance.

ding-ding

This had all started just a few weeks ago, when my best friend invited me to some kickback in our neighborhood. I had just gone through a rather nasty breakup, and I was feeling very under the weather because of it, so I was less than enthusiastic about her plan.

I’d felt more content to just stay at home and read, or do something else that only required myself and my mind to enjoy, but thankfully she had always been one of my closest friends, and practically dragged me out of the house. Part of me thought she just didn’t want to go to this thing by herself, I mean it could definitely be dangerous for a girl not to have another pair of friendly eyes to watch over you.

But I knew she was also concerned with my mental health as well. I’d sort of shut myself off from the world lately, barely speaking to anyone, and really only leaving my home for work or groceries.

She’d told me that I was beautiful, and I didn’t need to hang myself up on one stupid guy. “If he can’t recognize the treasure you are, sister that’s his problem.”

She also said there was a good chance I could meet someone as well. Someone much better than my ex, who wouldn’t hurt me. I had of course dismissed that notion, I would go with her and try to loosen up a bit, remind myself what it was like to enjoy the company of others, but I seriously doubted I’d let anyone steal my heart again...

That was, until I saw him.

Cyril was someone I’d noticed before at a few punk shows in downtown, only very briefly, but he was someone I recognized from the scene.

I had definitely found him attractive, with his tall, broad shoulders, muscular build, and his sexy masculine face. But we hadn’t really interacted much, just exchanged a few smiles in ing, so when he approached and called me “the prettiest girl here, easily” I could nearly feel my heart explode, my previously sad and gloomy demeanor vanished into nonexistence by his warm touch.

Seeing him up close, addressing me with confidence, lightly stroking my hair and complimenting how beautiful I looked...I could already feel myself falling for him. His face was even better looking than I’d ed, he truly was a gorgeous man...

Gazing into his beautiful eyes, I inquire “Do you like the music here?", losing myself a bit in their splendor, and feeling my cheeks blush bright red when he locks arms with me.

“I like your smile a lot more, Cara.”

I was so surprised to hear him call me by my name, I didn’t ever telling him, but then it dawned on me that he’d probably asked around who I was. The idea this stud could have had a crush on a nerdy bookworm like me? It was enough to devolve me into smiles and giggles, even without the aid of any alcohol.

“Shall I escort you to the bar? I promise no harm will ever come to you under my protection.” He offers with a chivalrous tone, a hint of playfulness to his deep voice.

“Please do, my hero~” I flutter my lashes to him, enjoying the sweet feeling of his charms working on me with a slight swoon.

As we approach the makeshift bar in the kitchen, I notice a loud, rather drunk girl causing a scene in the distance, seeming to be arguing with her boyfriend about something.

“Did you just see that?” I ask in a low whisper, gesturing my head towards the screeching woman who’s just tossed an empty beer can at the boy’s head.

“I wonder what that’s all about?”

Cyril doesn’t even turn to look, gazing deeply into my eyes and running his hands up my arms.

“Didn’t notice at all. You’re the only girl I see here, Cara.” He touches my shoulder, and I can’t stop a happy sigh escaping me.

It doesn’t take long until the two of us are kissing under the dim kitchen light, nothing too serious, just some friendly pecking, exploring the happy tingles we brought each other. He was so handsome, so sweet and charming, I felt like such a girly ditz around him. He really knew how to draw out my naturally soft and feminine side.

And his lips felt so incredible against my own. He was such a good kisser, I could smooch him forever...I close my eyes, and lose myself in this kissing trance for a bit, reawakening when he asks me about some of my personal interests.

The combination of booze and kissing makes me feel slightly light headed, and I catch myself rambling about some recent horror novel I’d lost myself in, feeling my face blush at my geeky antics, but he’d only smiled that perfect fucking smile, cupping my face in his hand before whispering about how adorable I was.

Sighhh...My old flame seemed totally nonexistent at this point, I had completely surrendered myself to his masculine charms, and it wasn’t long until I found myself being led outside by him, hand in happy hand.

“Come on gorgeous, I’d like to hear more about you without all this obnoxious racket getting in the way.”

I had been expecting him to try and take me upstairs, I mean, I wasn’t totally opposed to the idea, but the fact he was so focused on me that he’d forgotten the party, made my heart flutter uncontrollably.

Our kissing session resumes now that we’re more isolated on the front patio, sitting in a pair of large, cushioned wicker chairs, nobody around to disturb us, and our conversation quickly changes direction into his own interests.

“What do you know about hypnosis, Cara?”

I purse my lips at his question, finding the inquiry odd but harmless.

Perhaps this was why he’d been so forgiving of my geeky nature, he was harboring one of his own, despite being built like a quarterback or star athlete. Sigh, those shoulders alone could get him any girl he wanted, now that he’s brought it up, I felt like they were actually hypnotizing me a bit.

“The cluck like a chicken thing? I’m not sure what to think about it. I’ve seen it in a few shows, read about it in a few books, why do you ask?”

I notice his face blushing, his confidence not nearly so strong as our conversational topic veered away from everyday life events and into the subject of erotic mind control.

“Can I be honest with you, Cara?”

“Please do.”

“I think you’re an absolutely gorgeous woman.”

My heart leaps at his words, nearly exploding from my chest, I can barely contain the happy squeal that escapes me!

“And...Um....I have a slight hypnosis fetish...“

“Oh? So like, Kaa the snake turned you on?”

I giggle as I tease him, gently resting my hand against his arm and squeezing with reassurance, whistling a slight tune similar to a snake charmers.

Maybe it was just the cheap beer, but I didn’t mind him opening up to me about such things. In fact, I found it rather cute actually, our roles had almost been reversed, now he was the shy one, and I was the one exuding confidence.

“Not exactly...I....I really enjoy seeing a girl under trance. The surrender of control, and knowing how good it makes them feel...I can’t help but get turned on by it.”

I let out another giggle at his words, watching his face blushing bright red. Was he asking to see me under hypnosis? Would seeing me in a trance turn him on too?

“So what are you saying? You’d like to try hypnotizing me?”

I grin, leaning in closer to his gorgeous, perfect face, continuing to tap his arm with my nails. I wonder if I began to cross my eyes and cluck like a chicken, would he be able to control himself? Or would he take me right here on the patio, and make me squawk with pleasure?

“If you’d let me...Cara...I couldn’t imagine a prettier girl than you. Seeing you deeply hypnotized would be...I...I don’t think my heart could take it.”

Mmmm, it was an odd way to compliment me, but still, I could feel my privates wettening at the thought of being so powerless to him. Now that I think about it, I could see why he’d find the act of hypnotism so attractive.

It was like surrendering control to a dominant party, almost similar to BDSM or bondage for the mind. There was definitely a romantic, sexual element involved. And it was so cute to hear him confess his kink to me. If being hypnotized would excite this heart throb stud, then it was definitely something I wanted to try!

I kiss his cheek softly, patting his hand with mine to try and relax him, letting him know that despite my teasing, he was still safe and welcome to open up to me about anything.

And yet...I had felt a playfulness inside me, a monella kitten-like flirtation I’d wished to explore. It was probably just the alcohol....but I hadn’t felt so wonderful with a guy in ages. I had been so depressed lately, I couldn’t the last time I’d smiled like this.

I wanted to play on this a bit, and see where it would lead us.

“You’re welcome to try. But why don’t we make this interesting?”

“What do you mean?”

My expression becomes even more playful, and

I use my thumb to gently wipe away some of the lip gloss I’d gotten all over his face from our smooching session.

“Well, if you can actually hypnotize me, let’s say I owe you a private dance~“

Instantly his face turns bright red, and I could feel a bit of sweat forming in his palm. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel quite jittery myself, offering such a proposal.

“Oh! You’re uh...You’re a dancer? I didn’t know that, I mean you definitely look good enough to make a fortu—”

“Oh, nothing like that. I’ve been practicing belly dancing for years, very oriental inspired.”

I brush some of my loose hair back, still gazing deeply into his eyes.

“But mostly just to gothic black metal. Or The Cure sometimes, or KMFDM. My music taste is kinda all over the place. But I just practice in my bedroom, for an audience of none.”

I give a soft laugh, batting my eyes to his flustered expression. I don’t think he expected me to offer that, nor did I really believe I’d be so willing to try for someone I’d only just met.

But there was something I felt with this boy...Something more than just party booze or a flirty kissing session could induce. I haven’t felt so smitten, so into a guy this way in ages, if ever at all.

“Also my dad and I don’t really talk much...or ever...” I blush even more, opening up to him, seeing his face become somewhat sad and sympathetic.

“And um...it’s really nice to feel...like I’m...well... wanted...by someone...”

Truthfully, it’s actually been a while since I practiced my dance moves, but I wished to show him how pretty I could be...How lovely, and desirable I could make myself...

And any excuse to show him my body was more than welcomed.

“Cara, you...you’d really be comfortable doing that for me?” His hand runs across mine, touching my pitch black nails.

“Sure. Well, if you can win our bet I suppose. I might be a bit tipsy, but don’t expect me to fall under your spell so easily.”

It’s undeniable I was already under his spell, or perhaps a mutual, loving spell between us both, maybe the sparkling blossom of a new romantic journey...

Even if he didn’t win our bet, I’m sure I could find another excuse to show him my dance moves. Or at the very least, what my swimsuit collection looked like...

“You’re on, beautiful. If I can successfully hypnotize you, then you owe me one dance.”

“Deal! I’ll make it a belly dance you’ll never forget...If you can hypnotize me..“

He takes my hand, and I let him gently move it up and down before kissing the back, my happy smile only increasing.

I notice him take a moment to ire the manicure I’d just gotten, waving my long nails teasingly for a moment before he releases me to reach inside his pocket.

“Okay Cara. Now all I need you to do is just relax, and focus your attention on this.”

I place my hands on the armrests of my seat, relaxing myself into the cushions and releasing a loud giggle when he drops a silver pocket watch before my face.

“Oh really, the swinging watch trick? You sure you just haven’t seen too many movies?”

It’s difficult not to laugh at how cheesy this was, did he really think this was going to work on me?

“Trust me, it’s a tried and true method, and a favorite of mine.” The watch gently drops by its chain, slightly swishing about in the air with newfound freedom to enrapture.

“There’s just something so beautiful about a pretty girl following a watch. Heh, that’s probably why it’s used in movies so often.”

I keep my eyes trained on the watch as it swings back and forth, just inches away from my grinning expression. The moonlight shined brightly off its gleaming silver finish, inviting me to keep my attention on it, softly ticking with each sway.

tick...tick...tick...

I had to it, there was something very relaxing about keeping my eyes trained on a swinging watch. And it was very beautiful too, I wondered how old it might have been, maybe a family heirloom of his?

“This is never gon-na woo-oork~” I chirp in a sing-songy voice, giggling once more as I follow the swinging silver pendulum. Back, and forth. Back...and forth...So easy to just lose myself in the relaxing motions, forgetting what I was even going to say.

Ohh, wow, this was...this was very nice actually, it almost felt therapeutic.

All the stress, all the worry in my life starts to fade away into a distant memory. Every bit of sadness I’d been feeling recently no longer seemed to even in my subconscious. And, I had to it, it was kinda cute to feel like I was in a movie scene or something.

“Keep your eyes on the watch Cara. Don’t look away...You don’t want to look away. The watch is so beautiful, so mesmerizing, so attention grabbing, that soon, you begin to realize...you can’t look away.“

What a ridiculous notion. The watch was lovely to follow sure, but I could look away any time I wanted...

“This...is so silly...Like I’m really gonna be hyp...hypno...tized...”

Only....The more I tried to look away...the more my eyes seemed to be glued to its silver, swinging beauty. My eyelids open wide before relaxing, trying to pull my irises away with a soft groan. But I was fascinated, perplexed by the swinging watch. I couldn’t look away, I...I didn’t want to look away...

It was starting to get harder for me to speak, even more so to form any thoughts. Everything in my head just seems to fade away into a blissful void. My skin begins to tingle, an involuntary smile comes to my face, and everything around me seems to fall into a deep, hazy dream.

A dream where I was safe, protected, cared for and happy. Always happy...Always...hypnotized..

Cyril seems to notice my entranced expression, the front of his jeans beginning to slowly rise up...

“Shhhhhhh...Just relax my love. Relax and give in. Eyes glued to the watch. Hypnotized by its swing. Mesmerized by my voice. It feels so good to be hypnotized, so natural to fall into a trance for me.”

“Mmmmnn....” My dreamy smile continues to widen, until I had a look of absolute dopey tranquility.

It was kinda funny actually, part of me knew I looked so silly like this, but it was difficult to even care. With each ing moment, I found it even easier to just give in. I was being hypnotized, so it just made sense to have a silly, hypnotized expression on my face.

For a moment I briefly think about Mowgli in the trance, and how I probably looked quite similar. Big, wide smile, sleepy unattentive eyes as I surrendered and fell deeper. This was so cool, I...I was actually hypnotized!! He was really hypnotizing me!!

Without thinking my eyes begin to flutter half closed, still moving left to right in unison with the enticing watch. My smile starts to melt away into an agape mouth, dropping open in awe of the mesmeric splendor that was washing over my soul like a warm, comforting blanket.

“Good girl, Cara. You’re doing so well for me. Thoughts all fading away. Feeling nothing but bliss and contentment. Let my voice guide you, sweetheart. Let me guide you into a deep, spellbinding trance..”

“Hmmm....Mmmmmmaa...”

“I’ll always take care of you. You’re always safe with me. You can let go, it feels so good to let go, allow the watch and my voice to seduce your mind...”

“Yeesshhh....”

I gently nod my head along to his words, before slowly leaning it back to rest against the top of the chair, tilting my face up under the hypnotic swaying. All I could focus on was the watch and his voice, the distant music from the party inside vanished completely from my existence.

“Hhhmmmhhmhmhmmnnaaa....?”

While Cyril keeps the watch swinging before my tired, relaxing face, I feel his other hand gently interlocking his fingers with mine, giving me a nice, assuring squeeze that helps me relax and sink even deeper into this blissful state. I knew I was safe in his power, and it felt so good to surrender, and let him seduce me.

And I wanted to be his. I wanted him to have me. I wanted him to hypnotize me...

This was so wonderful, so orgasmic. A small bit of drool slowly runs down my face, as I enter a mindless tranquility. With each swing, I can feel more of my resistance fading away, more of my soul sinking down into beautiful compliance.

“Good girl. You are hypnotized, Cara. Say it for me. You are hypnotized.”

The watch picks up speed as he squeezes my hand again, swinging back and forth even faster now, my eyes feeling extremely tired as they involuntarily dart side to side with it. I couldn’t look away, I was spellbound and helpless beneath the entrancing silver blur.

“I...am...hypnotized....” An ocean of drool pours from my mouth, a second ocean forming elsewhere at feeling so powerless. It was impossible not to feel turned on, even subconsciously.

“You are hypnotized. I have you hypnotized.”

“You have...me...hypnotized...You have me hypnotized...You...You have...me...hypnotized...”

tick...tick...tick...tick...tick...tick...tick

“You are under a deep, mindless trance, and will follow my every suggestion.”

“I will...follow...your every...suggestion...”

“My voice guides you. In this trance, my voice is all you know. You must do exactly as I instruct.”

I could feel a deep, powerful urge to obey his voice completely, an irresistible draw to do anything he told me. It was an inescapable pull, wrapping around my entire being like a warm, fuzzy embrace of ecstasy.

“Your voice...all I...know...”

“You are happy to be hypnotized.” He has to slightly adjust the growing bulge in his pants, before continuing to issue me commands.

“I amm...happy...to be hypnotized....”

“You love being hypnotized.”

“I...love...being hypnotized...”

“Being hypnotized makes you horny.”

“Being hypnotized...makes me...horny...”

“These aren’t the droids you’re looking for.”

“These aren’t...the droids...I’m looking....for...”

I can hear him playfully chuckle when my eyes close for a moment, letting out a soft groan as I struggle to reopen them, feeling like they were tightly glued together while the embrace of sleep tried to grab me.

When they finally do reopen, my blue irises are completely glazed over, all I could feel was this orgasmic warmth enveloping my soul, and my tired, sleepy eyes resume darting back and forth with the mesmerizing pocket watch.

“Hhhmmmnnaaa..”

“Good girl, Cara. You nothing of your last boyfriend. You can’t even recall his face.”

The swinging watch begins to blur even more in my vision, I was starting to see three watches hazily dancing across each other. The tingles spreading throughout my body increase like a powerful high, my mind totally slipping away into a wonderful blank void.

“I ...nothing...of my last boyfriend...”

My voice was so weak, so lazy, I couldn’t even hear myself speak, it sounded like I was talking through a heavy comforter or something, whilst his voice was like a booming, inescapable echo.

“I...can’t ...his face...”

“You must forget all about him.”

“I must...forget...all about...him...”

“Good girl, Cara. The only man you want is me.”

“The...The only man...I want...is you...”

I let out a tired, sleepy yawn while he chuckles, totally relishing having me deep in his power like this. It was true, I didn’t want or care for any other man now. Only Cyril. I only wanted him. My ex may as well have never even been born.

“You find me incredibly handsome.”

“I find you...incredibly...hand...summm...”

“I will always obsess your thoughts.”

“You will...obsesszz...myy thoughtss...”

“You want to give me your phone number, without any hesitation.”

“Want...give yooo...myyy...numbbuuurrr....”

“You are a beautiful prize, worthy of iration.”

“I am....a beauu...tiffeell...prizzzzeee...Ooohh...”

I was incredibly dizzy now, so close to the edge of hypnotic bliss...

“Good girl. Now Cara, your eyes are feeling verry heavvyy...They feel soooo, soooo heavvvyyy... You’re so very, verryyy, sssleeppyy....”

I let out another soft pitiful yawn, as my eyes fight to remain open, thrash to stay awake, blinking and batting repeatedly beyond my control. The swinging watch was totally beyond blurry in my vision now.

“My eyez...arr...heavyy..I feel so...Mmmm... Sleepy...Ssleeppy....sssleep....”

“Good girl. Eyes so tired. So drowsy. So droopy and fluttery, you’re so ready to sink into deep, deep sleep for me.”

“yawwwnn..”

“The watch makes your eyelids feel so, so heavy. When I snap my fingers, your beautiful blue eyes will close, and you’ll enter a deep, peaceful rest.”

“Snap...your...fingerzzz...peacceeefull...resszzt..”

“Good girl. You will be under a deep, deep hypnotic sleep. You’ll be fully hypnotized, and ready to follow my suggestions.”

“S-sleep...H-Hypnoticc...Ssleep...follow...yourr.....zzuggest...ionsszz...yawn....Mmmmm....“

He releases another chuckle, waving his free hand around my drowsy face, my eyes fluttering so rapidly like frantic butterfly wings, so impossible to keep them open.

It was inescapable now. I was hypnotized. And I was his for the taking.

“S-S-Sleeep....Ssoo...Ssleep...yawnn...ppyyy..“

“Three...Eyes closing down...So tired...So ready for deep rest...So ready to give in...”

“Yesshh....yaaawwwnnn....mmmyeesssshhh..“

“Two...Falling into trance....Feeling so beautiful...So warm...So content to let this happen...”

“Ohhhaaa...Ohhhhhhaauuaammmmn...”

I devolve into a drowsy, drooling mess. I couldn’t keep them open for much longer...I was going...going...

“Surrender to hypnosis Cara. Surrender to being hypnotized. Letting yourself go to my control with....one, SLEEP!”

Snap!

Gone.

Instantly my eyes slam tightly shut, my head dropping forward as a loud snore escapes from my lips, slightly drooling into my lap. Cyril only smiles wider at seeing me in peaceful hypnotic rest like this. I was deeply hypnotized, fast asleep, and under his control.

“I am hypnotized...I am hypnotized...I am hypnotized....I am hypnotized...”

I repeat his phrase over and over again in my mind, subconsciously the only thing I could think of. My brain just formed the thought again and again, and I was happy to give myself to this factual reality. No other truth could be more obvious, or wonderful to accept.

I was hypnotized...I was hypnotized...

“You’re such a good girl, Cara. Such a sleepy princess. And you should know you look even prettier under hypnosis.”

“Hhhmmmmnn....Thankk yoooo...Massterr...”

He seems to deride a great deal of pleasure at hearing me address him this way, calling him Master seeming to come from my lips so naturally. I was hypnotized, he had hypnotized me, and so he was my master. It just made so much sense. Nothing could be clearer or easier to understand.

“I control your thoughts. It feels so good to give yourself up to my power. Letting my words seduce you, and form your reality.”

“Hhmmmmnnaaaaa.....”

“Now Cara, I’d like you to do something for me. Are you ready to follow my suggestions?”

“Mmm...Yesss Maaasstuurrr...Follow.....follow... suggezztunzzz..I’mmmmm...hyyyppnutieezzdd..”

“Good girl. I’d like you to take your feet from those heels, and place them right here for me.”

My sleeping face nods along to his words, as I gently slide my feet out of my pitch black heels, and slowly extend my legs outwards to rest them on his lap. I was completely unaware of what I was even doing, exactly like being in a dream, just going along with the hazy motions.

I can feel him trailing his fingers around my toes, lifting my foot up by its pinkie before letting it drop back onto his lap. He looks absolutely thrilled, lost in an infatuation while he touches and plays with my feet, iring the pedicure that matched so perfectly with my nails.

“What an adorable sweetheart!” He whispers under his breath, licking his lips as his eyes trailed all the way up my legs towards my sleeping face.

“Now Cara, listen closely and obey. I want you to listen very closely to my words, and do exactly as I suggest.”

“Yess...Maassterr....Do azzzz...yooo...saiiii....”

“Good girl. Now when I tickle your feet, you’re going to find the sensations traveling all the way up to your privates. In fact, when I tickle you hard enough, it will give you an incredibly pleasurable orgasm. You won’t be able to stop yourself from cumming for me. Do you understand babe?”

“Yessss...Massterrr..Understannddd..Orrgazzm..”

“Good girl...”

With a heavy, lust filled sigh he begins to run his fingers in a tickling motion across my bare soles. I was already extremely ticklish on my feet, so it doesn’t take long until I descend into a barrage of helpless giggling.

“Aaahahahaha!! Hahahahaha!! Aahahahahaha!!!”

But the more he tickles my feet, the more I can feel the sensation of his moving fingers inside me, it was almost like he was tickling my pussy. I gasp and moan, writhing slightly in the chair as I feel myself opening for him...

“Hahahahahaha!! Hahaha..h-haha..haa..Mmmn..”

The more he tickles, the wetter I become, until I have a full on waterfall between my legs, Niagara Falls flowing past my thighs. When he presses his moving fingers deep into my sole, I let out a loud, sharp cry, feeling an intense pulsating forming within me.

He runs his fingers between my spasming toes, tightly gripping my feet while digging his thumbs into my soles, and my eyes cross beneath their lids.

Even more drool runs from my mouth as I surrender to this ecstasy, releasing a barrage of sharp cries as I feel the wave taking me like a volcanic eruption, or water boiling over from a pan, my ecstasy was simply inescapable...

“Oohhhhaa!!! OHHHHHUUAAAA!!! AAAAHHHH!!”

I can’t stop it, all I can do is give in to the orgasm, my tongue sticking from my mouth as my body convulses upwards from the seat. Another happy scream fills the air all the way down the street, loud enough that all the neighbors could hear me, letting myself flow into the boiling, orgasmic wave overpowering my senses.

“HAAAAAAAA!!! AAAAAAHHHHOUUUuuoooaa..”

I descend into soft, pitiful moans as I come down from the peak, relaxing back down with a sigh, panting and gasping for breath. Cyril can barely contain his excitement at what he’s just done to me, his enormous, obvious bulge sticking up and practically ripping through the fabric of his jeans.

He stops his tickling to lightly caress my sleeping face, watching me wince and smile with the tingling remnants of my orgasm.

“Hmmmmmmmnnnnaaaaaa....”

Back inside the house, someone tilts their head out of the window above us to investigate all the commotion, rolling their eyes when they see us together before closing the blinds.

“Never fails!” Cyril says to himself, kissing his lucky pocket watch before tucking it in his jeans right beside his bulging member. He takes a few more minutes to ire my face, whispering in my ear about how beautiful I am, and what a good girl I’ve been, before gently scooping me up in his arms and resting me in his lap.

Deep in my sleeping trance, I could envision my orgasmic pulsating as a repeated red throbbing, still slowly coming down from my climactic high with each deep breath I take. I feel him wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug, nuzzling my head against his chest with a happy, oblivious smile.

I didn’t know who or what I even was anymore, all I could comprehend was how incredible I felt. He begins to trail a few kisses up my neck, smooching my cheek and tasting my dripping saliva.

“Come here, baby girl. My beautiful angel. You’re so easy to fall for, Cara. Any guy would be lucky to have your attention for even a brief moment.”

He whispers into my ear, taking a soft nibble before kissing my neck again.

“Hhmmmnnmmnn...Thankk yoohh...Masshturr..”

I was so gone, my brain totally fried by the onslaught of pleasure. Each ing moment I sink deeper into tranquility, deeper into mindless euphoria. He runs his hand up through my hair, gripping it tightly and helping keep my snoozing head against his chest.

I was drooling all over him, but he didn’t care. He too was overwhelmed by his feelings for me, so beyond ecstatic to have me hypnotized and in his arms like this. He hugs me even tighter, resting his face against the top of my head and gently massaging my skin.

“Never forget how perfect you are, Cara. There’s no one like you, not a soul on this earth could ever compare.”

“Hhhhmmmnnnnaaaaa....”

Even more drool erupts from my smiling lips...

It isn’t long until he himself begins to nod off, relaxing into the calming, romantic joy of cradling me in his arms beneath the star filled sky. Our hearts sync as my breathing finally steadies, the two of us drifting off in loving euphoria together...

“Cara?? Where the hell are y—..Oh..”

My friend swings the front door open, stepping outside, and her expression immediately softens when she sees us hugging and snoozing together. I had the biggest, widest smile on my face, totally staining his shirt with my mindless drool, while he nuzzled me like a soft, happy kitten.

“....Awwwwwnnn!”

She clutches her hands to her heart at the sight before her, chuckling before stepping back inside the party and leaving us to enjoy each other’s embrace....

That was how we had met anyway. It was only a few weeks ago, and we hadn’t seen each other since, but the wonderful, seductive memory was still fresh in my mind.

We had been woken up from our unaware loving slumber once the party began to finish, exchanging numbers and a few more kisses, promising to meet up again. And of course, I’d sworn to him that I would come through on my word.

We’ve been exchanging flirty text messages all week, he’d shown me a few shirtless, post workout pictures, letting me drool over his beautiful abs, and bulge. I texted back how handsome and sexy he was, taking all of my willpower not to lick the screen.

I also recently purchased some really nice black lace underwear that I’d shown him, snapping a few suggestive photos of myself posing in my bra and panties, showing off my body for him in the tight fitting lingerie.

It excited me to know I turned him on, even more so to imagine him beating one off to my picture. I didn’t normally do stuff like that for guys but I...I really wanted him to get hot for me, and pleasure himself to my image. So much so that I’d even taken a few topless pics for him, showing off my breasts while clutching my ruffled bottoms over my girlhood, his response being an eggplant emoji followed by an army of flaming hearts.

I knew we’d have to see each other again soon. We both wanted to feel the other more than anything. He’d put me through a lot of exciting emotions that night, but I was very excited to actually have sex with him. The thought of such an amazing, ideal dream guy inside me...It drove me into an uncontrollable lustful heat.

Besides, I still had to make good on our deal. I’d lost the bet after all, he’d hypnotized me, and I was a woman of my word...

ding-ding

I could hear him coming, but I ring the doorbell one more time just to tease him, very eager and excited to let him see me dolled like this. I had been kinda plain faced at the party, he had no idea just how pretty I could make myself yet.

“Hey Cyril~” I chirp when he opens the door, his grinning mouth dropping wide open once he sees me.

“Hey Cara...Wow, you look...I mean, you always look good but....Damn...”

I give a soft laugh, fluttering my eyelashes as he invites me inside, soon finding myself setting my purse down on his kitchen table.

Wow, he really did have a lovely home. I’d seen a bit of it before in our texts, but I hadn’t realized just how big and comfy it was, much larger than my own cramped little apartment.

Gazing into the living room, I see a few movie posters on the wall, ‘The Hypnotic Eye’, ‘Our Man Flint’, ‘The Devil’s Wedding Night’, and upon closer inspection, I notice he’s moved some of the furniture around before the sofa, giving me plenty of open space for my performance...

The blinds were closed, a few candles were lit, helping to give off a sexy and intimate atmosphere, and I’m pulled from my curiosity by his voice.

“Can I get you anything, sweetheart? Some water, coffee, beer?”

“Some wine would be nice.” I smile as I turn back to face him, watching him reach into the top pantry with a flirty “Coming right up dollface!”

I unwrap my fur coat and place it on a hanger, leaving me in just my skirt and tank top. His eyes open wide when he returns, trailing down my legs as he hands me a glass.

“You don’t mind?” I ask, stepping from my heels, my height shrinking before his tall frame. Taking the wine glass from him, I sip the intoxicating liquid while he gazes upon my bare feet, wiggling and gently nuzzling my toes into the carpet.

“N...Not at all....”

I set the glass down as I step closer, almost hypnotized by the small bit of chest hair I can see protruding from his buttoned down shirt collar.

My hands feel magnetized to his chest, and we exchange a few kisses, feeling his heart flutter wildly before they trail up to his sexy, broad shoulders with a squeeze.

“Hey listen, Cara, I was kinda drunk when I made that bet with you...If you feel uncomfortable at any time, I just don’t want you to feel like I’m forcing you to do thi—”

I touch my finger to his lip with a smile, feeling my own heart rate increase at what I was about to do for him.

“I don’t mind dancing for you, Cyril. You aren’t forcing me at all. Actually, I’m really excited to show you my moves!”

He leans into my face to kiss me again, taking my hand in his and interlocking our fingers together, whilst my face blushes like crazy. I was so over the moon for this boy, and the expression in his eyes told me he felt the same way about me.

“It’s been a while since I’ve danced for a guy...”

My eyes shyly trail down to the floor.

“And never for one that I liked...as much as I like you...”

I can tell by the look on his face that he’s beyond ecstatic to hear me say this. He cups my face in his hands, kissing me once more with fiery ion.

“Mmm! Careful not to ruin my makeup!” I laugh, gently wiping away some of my red smooch marks on his face, and feeling the soft carpet beneath my toes as I walk back towards my purse.

“So do you have any rules I should follow for this? No touching the dancer, that sort of thing?”

I reach inside of my purse and pull a few bracelets out, setting them down on the table before retrieving a tiny red thong, holding it up for him to see with a very flirty expression.

“I’m curious to see if you can resist touching me until I’ve finished my dance. But if you’d like to touch yourself during, I wouldn’t mind~”

I giggle while he stares intently at the little red bottoms, wiping a bit of sweat from his face when I also display a similarly skimpy top, etched with circular gold around the dark red cups.

“I noticed you’ve fixed your living room for me?”

“Uhm...Yeah, you know I-I wanted to give you plenty of space...Ooohhh...”

He looks down to my toes as I curl them deeper into the carpet, unable to stop himself from releasing a horny sigh. I take the items in my hands, stepping to give him one more kiss on his cheek and leaving behind a bit of dark red from my lips, totally marking him as my guy.

“Give me just a sec to get ready~” I tell him with a wink, before disappearing down a long hallway towards the bathroom. I swear I can almost hear him whisper “Jackpot!” to himself.

In a few minutes I’ve emerged, completely transformed into a sexy work of art, imagining to myself that I’ve just been summoned from the harem to dance for my master…

The flimsy top pushed my breasts together, looking more like a red bra decorated with gold sequins, and making my cleavage appear much larger and more inviting.

I wasn’t really the most endowed girl, but I had to it this top made my boobs look much bigger, and made me feel even sexier, I couldn’t wait to show him my chest enhanced like this. Small gold coins hung from the underband, gently tapping against my skin with each step I take, and glittering in the light with an alluring twinkle.

The thong I was sporting was equally just as skimpy and enticing, just a small bit of red fabric held over my girlhood by two unclippable gold chains fastened across my hips, while a third gold chain ran delicately through my ass crack behind me.

The bikini style outfit was so tiny, so skimpy and alluring, I felt practically naked like this. I’d adorned my arms with the sparkly bracelets, closing one of them around my bare left thigh as well, thankful for the clean shave I’d earlier given my privates so I could sport such a small, revealing ensemble.

Cyril’s mouth hits the floor when he sees me, his cock instantly shooting up fully erect within his pants at the sight of me dressed as his sexy harem girl.

“Cara...Oh my God...You’re...You’re...You’re so fucking gorgeous..!”

I give a flirty little sway of my hips as I step closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder and gently tapping him with my nails, while using the other to run my finger across the underside of his chin like a sexy seductress.

“Thank you, Master. I hope you find my body pleasing~” With my hand on my head and the other on my hip, I strike a little pose for him, letting him enjoy, and giggling at the growing mountain in his pants.

When I told him that I’d be willing to belly dance for him, he might have been envisioning me in a more traditional outfit, not exactly something that...well, not something I probably wouldn’t even wear to the beach. I wouldn’t wear something like this for anyone except him.

“Fuck...More than pleasing. Kinda reminds me of Jasmine’s outfit, only...spicier. Looks so good on you babe.” He starts to unzip his pants, staring intently at my midsection and thighs.

“Oh! That’s exactly what I was going for, actually.

Sort of a Jafar’s Slave look, like I’ve just escaped from his harem. Though right now, I’m incredibly honored...to be your slave~“

He’s grinning wildly like a man, feeling like the absolute luckiest boy on the planet, and his eyes watch me as I tap the gold wrapped around my leg like a constricting yellow snake.

“The jewelry is fake from Amazon though. I just chose it for aesthetic reasons..You know, give me that sexy harem look. Like I’m your prize to be decorated and shown off..” I bite my lips with a grin, letting my fantasies slip from my tongue without a care.

“I…I really like the idea of being your trophy…”

“Mmmm...What a trophy you are...I’m...I’m already having a hard time not touching you.”

I watch him bite his own lips with a groan, and I spin around to rub my bare ass against his throbbing crotch, before making my way back towards the kitchen, returning with my phone in hand.

He’s already begun pulling his boxers down, and my eyes open wide when I see his beautiful member, sticking up fully erect for me. He was so big! The largest I’ve ever seen, the thought of having that inside me...Whewwww, It was making me feel a little light headed.

Beneath my little red thong I feel myself growing wet and opening to the sight of his perfect cock.

So beautiful, uncircumcised and large. Part of me wonders if I’d even be able to fit all that in me. It turned me on so much to know he was fully hard for me, throbbing as big as he could for my beauty.

“Yess...I did that...!” I proudly think to myself, practically salivating over his gorgeous upright sausage, occasionally twitching with a burning libido for me.

I close my open mouth, taking a few gasps and shaking my hands about to steady myself, feeling my heart thump in my ears. I literally have to tear my eyes away from his hypnotizing member, pulling up youtube on my phone and quickly searching for some oriental jazz while feeling my palms sweat.

“J-Just give me a sec...Master..Hmm..Your...Your cock is amazing...”

He chuckles at my stammering, and I have to take a moment to get myself back into character, fluttering my eyes suggestively to the handsome stud before me, my red lips curling into a wide grin. An Arabian style tempo fills the air as I set my phone down, spinning to show him my ass and giving my hips a shake as I make my way into the center of the living room.

“Please enjoy my dance, Master. this body belongs to you. I belong to you, always~”

I watch his eyes widen and his dick throb, tossing my arms up into the air with a giggle as I begin a slow and sensual belly dance to the music. Rocking my hips around and around, slowly twirling in place and letting him enjoy every inch of me.

I felt so sexy, so turned on to be dressed up and dancing for him like this, and as I turn back to face him, I gasp when I see him gripping his hard cock in his hand, gently rubbing himself up and down to my full beauty displayed for him.

My own horny arousal increases even more at seeing this, a slight damp stain appearing in the front of my red bottoms. My eyes sort of glaze over a bit, and I give myself to my desires to dazzle and please, losing myself into the dancing trance.

“Fuck...” I hear him groan out.

I start swaying my hips towards him, moving my arms invitingly, as if beckoning my man to come make love to me. I was a beautiful goddess in this moment, his sexy, dancing harem girl, all of my beauty enhanced and shown off for him to ire and enjoy.

I knew there was nothing on earth he wanted to do more right now than take me.

“I love dancing for you, Master. It’s an incredible honor to be your prize for the evening. Please enjoy me, all of what you see is just for you~”

I continue to move my body along to the music, raising my hands back up over my head and rolling my tummy in unison with the spicy tempo. Spinning around in place once more, I give my chest a few thrusts before shaking my cleavage back and forth.

“I don’t know how any moron could let you slip through their grasp. Like throwing away a billion dollars...Mmmm…”

My happy smile increases when I notice a long trail of precum leaking from the tip of his head, and I can’t stop myself from giggling, feeling my pussy open even wider beneath my skimpy thong. God I wanted that in me, more than anything I wanted to feel him fuck me silly.

I give my stomach a few more sexy undulations, billowing side to side with the tempo, while grinning ear to ear and reaching behind myself to unclip my top. I let the flimsy straps fall beside my shoulders, holding the dark red and gold fabric over my chest, while swaying my hips in circles.

I keep my top held in place over my bosom, slowly leaning forward in a bow and shaking my ass to and fro behind me, before quickly rising back up and tossing it onto the sofa beside him!

I proudly display my breasts to his hungry eyes, rotating my shoulders to the music and letting them bounce around freely.

He has an expression of uncontrollable lust, looking like it’s taking everything within him not to grab and ravish me right here and now. His mouth opens and his eyes wince as he begins stroking himself faster and faster, letting out the most adorable little gasps of pleasure.

I start to move and dance around the open space more freely now, feeling so liberated and sexy. Words can’t describe how aroused I was to show him my chest, my body, my dancing spectacle, and I could feel a burning desire within my heart to show him everything.

“Ohh...F-Fuck...” I hear him sigh out as he continues to ire every inch of my beautiful bare skin for him, his eyes wincing even more when I tuck my thumbs into my thong, slowly and teasingly tugging them down more and more....

I reach behind my ass to unclip the golden chain in my crack, holding the fabric against my pussy as I gyrate and sway around with a mesmerized grin. The music seems to crescendo, and I realize this was the perfect moment to bare it all for him.

This was it...Everything since the party has been building to now. This was the moment I would finally let him see me...

I release my hands from my crotch, letting it fall to the carpet and revealing my dripping wet pussy to him! He lets out an intense moan at the sight of my shaved kitten, unable to stop himself from stroking up and down even faster now.

Like a playful minx I strut closer and closer, moving my hands around my hips like serpents as I swayed them to and fro. I can see his balls swelling with their love, his cock ready to burst for me at any moment!

Standing right in front of him now I raise my arms out to my sides like a T, moving my naked body along in a snakelike fashion to the exotic tempo mere inches away. His free hand suddenly grips the cushions tightly beside him, letting out a stream of moans, and I strut myself even closer, knowing what was about to happen...

“C-Cara...I...I can’t..f-fight...I-I’m gonna...OHH!!!!!”

With a heavy sigh he sprays his love onto my tummy and chest, hitting me like a sticky squirt gun and drenching me in his cum. I giggle uncontrollably as he finishes all over me, the force so powerful, so strong, it was like being sprayed with a hose.

“FUCK! FUCK....fuck...shit....fuckkkk....”

Slowly he comes down from his climactic peak, and I place my hands on his shoulders, leaning close to kiss his face all over, my fluttering lashes gently batting against his cheeks like butterfly kisses.

“...Cara....I....That...How are...How are you so gorgeous....?”

He gets out between pants, and I smile even wider, pressing my lips to his as my hand trails down his chest. I wrap my fingers around his sticky cock, massaging him in my grasp and feeling his throbbing for me increasing.

“You’re still so hard!” I giggle, gripping him tighter and stroking.

“I’ve...I’ve never had a guy who was able to...finish and stay up for me like that...!”

I stroke him even faster, running my thumb across his head, and I release a surprised, horny gasp when he suddenly stands up, reminding me of just how bigger and taller he was.

“I’m not like other guys, Cara. I don’t think you’ve ever been with a boy like me. In fact, let me show you exactly what I mean~”

I gasp again when he wraps his arms around me, scooping me up in a bridal carry and squealing when he starts for the bedroom....

“Let me show you what a real man is capable of...The love a goddess like you deserves to feel...”

“Hmmmmmm!!♥︎♥︎♥︎...”

My little heart couldn’t take it, I was melting into his arms, my pussy aching to feel him inside me! He kicks the door shut behind us, and I giggle as I’m tossed onto the waiting bed....

When I look up, I notice a pair of silver metallic shackles on the bed frame above me, biting my lips with kinky excitement as I willingly place my wrists into them. He calls me a good girl, discarding his shirt and closing the shackles tightly below my hands with a clink, keeping my arms held firmly above me.

My body is tingling with lustful, fiery anticipation as he climbs into the bed with me, running his hands up my legs and spreading them wide open, gripping my knees and gazing down into my smooth, dripping flower, soaking wet and ready for him......

...

“Ohhhhhhhaaa!!!! Ohhhhh yess!!! Yess!!! Yess!!! Ohhhuuaaa yeah!!!! OhhhhuuuueeAAAAA!!!!!”

The midday sun shined down on me like a warm lamp, illuminating my features with a glow. I was wrapped up in a fuzzy white bathrobe, though I was sporting something much spicier underneath.

My feet rested in a pair of open-toed sandals, just like Cyril had instructed me to always wear whenever I paid him a visit. I’d always been more a fan of wearing heels when I wanted to be sexy, but recently I’ve been feeling like I need to show off my feet more.

And I especially enjoyed showing them off for him. We weren’t quite on a relationship level yet, more just friends with benefits...But what lovely benefits they were.

I’ve been paying him weekly visits for little over a month now, always looking forward to the next time I could be in his arms, and show him the new moves I’ve learned. Or sometimes we would just skip the dancing, and go right to the bedroom!

He’s also shown me how sexy hypnotism was, and the beauty in giving up control. I had always enjoyed being powerless, but being hypnotized was another level of fun, not to mention the wonders it did for my self esteem. It wasn’t uncommon for him to surprise me with a sudden finger snap, dropping me down into a deep, relaxing post coitus trance, and when I would awaken, I’d feel like the most beautiful girl in the world!

I couldn’t always the commands he issued to me when I was in that hypnotic state, but I was always happy to be hypnotized, and I trusted him completely! I knew it was in my best interest not to question any improvements to my mind he wanted to make.

There was no greater feeling than to lose my control, and surrender to his will. Except for maybe having my feet played with...

“I trust Cyril completely. I’m happy to be hypnotized by him. I am beautiful, and I love having my feet played with.”

I whisper to myself without thinking, pulling my cleavage displaying bathrobe tighter around myself, before shooting a friendly finger-gun to the smiling neighbor, who only grins and waves back to me. Part of me wonders if he’s ever asked Cyril who the girl constantly visiting him was, and if he knew about our FWB relationship. I suppose it wasn’t hard to guess, if my happy screaming each time didn’t already give it away.

My personality has also done a complete 180 from a month prior, I now felt overjoyed with my existence. Though I would often spend most of my time counting down the days until I could see him again. Being alone was awful now, and I could really only feel happy when I was with my man…

ding-ding

I wasn’t sporting too heavy a makeup style now, he’d already seen what I could do with a brush and some powder, and I enjoyed knowing he still desired me, even with my plain face look. I reach back into my robe pocket, pulling out a chain that held my car keys, along with the keys to his home.

Stepping inside I announce myself with a laugh, already eager to please him, and I let out a giggle when he comes up behind me, placing his hands over my eyes.

“Hey Gorgeous~” I recognize his voice immediately, feeling his sexy breath on my neck, which he gives a small nibble.

“Hello, Master~” I sigh out, moaning into his bite. He knew how I felt about neck bites, and how much they turned me on, so I figured he was already in the mood to skip to dessert as well.

“There’s something I want to show you, Cara. Let me guide you to the living room...”

“Oh? Did you finally get me that foot massager you were talking about?”

He releases a chuckle at my words, keeping my eyes covered while gripping my shoulder tightly with his other hand.

“Something like that. Just relax, and trust in me babe...”

I slip my feet from my sandals, feeling the soft carpet beneath my soles with each step I take, and I hear him whisper a ‘good girl’ to me, pleased with my submissive actions. I knew his home well enough by now to find the living room blindfolded, but it was still nice to be in his power like this.

Eventually he commands me to stop and open my eyes with a snap of his fingers, and I feel slightly surprised to see the living room looked completely normal. He hadn’t adjusted or moved any furniture around for my performance like he usually would, however, there was now a large black recliner positioned right before the TV...

I feel my bathrobe being gently undone and pulled from myself, leaving me standing there in my favorite black string bikini, little cobwebs and skulls decorated around my top and bottoms.

“Did you wanna see more of my dancing today?” I giggle, gesturing to my body concealed in a gothic swimsuit.

“I have a better idea, take a seat Cara.”

Snap

Instantly I sit down in the chair, the action completely beyond my control. I couldn’t stop myself, but I didn’t want to resist either. I could feel a sudden rush spreading through my body at complying, like a freight train of euphoria that made my skin tingle.

“You my hypnosis kink, yes?” He runs his hand up my arm, before reaching behind himself.

“Of course, follow the watch, I am getting sleepy, all that fun stu—”

clink

clink

My eyes open wide and a small gasp escapes me when he pulls a small remote from his back, pressing a red button and causing two metallic restraints to quickly slide from the arms, wrapping tightly around my wrists.

clink

clink

Two more suddenly shoot out from the footrest, closing around my ankles. My cheeks blush red as I smile, giving a small struggle only to realize I was helplessly bound to the seat, completely immobilized and trapped.

“What...what is this thing?” I inquire with a flirty grin, feeling like I already knew the answer. He’d shown me one of his favorite films the other week,

and one scene in particular caused me to feel a growing excitement from him poking into my thigh, so I think I knew where this was going…

“Like it? Something I ordered online, just for you. ‘Mordred’s Mind Massager—Guaranteed to place any barefoot girl under your control’. Came with a fun little CD I can’t wait to show you.”

He presses another button, and the seat begins to lightly vibrate, causing me to moan slightly, relaxing into the soft cushions and enjoying the lovely massage.

“Hmmmmmm...So, I’m going to be your pleasure unit tonight?~”

“Something even better. I wanted to make things official with you, Cara.”

My eyes roll around for a moment, enjoying the gentle vibrations, before turning to focus on him, my heart leaping from my chest at his words.

“You...you want me to be your girlfriend?” I bite down into my grinning lips, feeling beyond excited whilst an uncontrollable jitteriness formed within my tummy.

“Of course, love. There’s just one little thing I need to do first.”

With another button press, the seat begins to slowly rotate around in circles, clutching me tightly in its grasp as I’m gently spun around. I felt so powerless and weak like this, bound in my little bikini, completely at his mercy.

I close my eyes when I begin to feel a bit dizzy, letting out a groan when the spinning stops. I was positioned before the TV again, and I feel the massaging chair tilt back, lightly stretching my body out before him. He chuckles at how helpless I was, circling his finger around my belly button, and giving my bottoms a teasing little tug before trailing his hand down my legs.

“I see the way boys look at you. And I know what a priceless treasure you are. I need to make sure your mind is completely tethered to me, and only me.” He grips my knee tightly, causing me to squeal.

He knew just how ticklish I was, and I could tell he was relishing this. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t extremely turned on as well, feeling myself getting slightly damp at the power he was exercising over me.

“So you want to...to hypnotize me, and make sure I’m completely loyal to you? Do I have that right?” I get out, between heavy massage induced sighs, each second relaxing deeper into the wonderfully captivating cushions.

“Precisely. I’ve conditioned you quite a bit already, but this type of brainwashing induction has always been a fantasy of mine. Something I’ve been dreaming of seeing you in since the moment we met.”

I didn’t have much choice, not that I really wanted to fight or resist this. The fact he’s already ‘conditioned’ me to be more compliant turned me on even more. And I’m sure he knew just how aroused I was to be his slave.

“...Okay Cyril...As long as you think it’s right, I..I trust you. Go ahead and...brainwash me.”

“Say that again for me, love.” He gives my thigh a sharp squeeze.

“I...I consent. I want to be the perfect girlfriend for you. Even if I have to be brainwashed.”

He tilts his head back and laughs, cupping my chin in his hand while I continue to smile up at him. I liked being hypnotized, and I wanted to be official with him, so I couldn’t see any reason not to agree to this.

“Perfect. I always knew you were something special, Cara. And now...”

He leans in closer to my face, his hand traveling down my body towards my feet.

“....You’ll always be mine!”

My eyes open wide and I release a sharp squeal when he grips my foot, pressing his thumb deep into my sole and moving it around in a small circle. I can feel the motions in my pussy, like his thumb was massaging around my clit instead!

“Ohhhuaaa!!!”

My eyes cross and roll up, a bit of drool running from my mouth. When he presses into my foot harder, I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, gasping for breath as an inescapable wave of pleasure washes over me.

“AAHHOUUUUAA!! OHHHUUUAAAAAAA!!”

“Who do you serve, Cara? Who is your master?” His taunting voice is almost inaudible over my screaming, the orgasmic pulsing growing more and more intense the longer he touches and toys with my feet.

“HAAAAUUUAAA!! I SERVE YOU CYRIL!! YOU’RE MY MAST-AAAHHHHHH OUUUUUuuoooaaaa...”

A dripping, wet mess leaks from my panties, dripping down my legs and staining the restraining chair with my love fluids.

I seem to almost leave my body at how intense the orgasm was, slowly coming back to my senses with a groan. My body relaxes back down into the cushions, my wrists and ankles slightly jittering against the cold metal straps that held me in place, and I take in a large gasp of air to regain a semblance of equilibrium.

“Good girl, Cara. I love making you cum for me.”

He gently strokes my hair, leaning back down into my face to give me a loving kiss on my lips, pressing them back into his as I sighed, my legs continuing to slightly jitter against the straps that bound my ankles.

“T-Thankk...youuu...Massterr...” I groan out, drenched in sweat, still feeling the orgasmic remnants tingling me deep inside my pussy while my heart thumps uncontrollably.

“I...I...love...cumminngg...forr...youu...”

With another slight gasp, the chair slowly folds back up into a sitting position, my dominant master continuing to fix my hair for me, before slightly pushing me even closer towards the TV.

I was so unbelievably turned on by this, we’ve never done anything quite so kinky before. I knew he liked to handcuff me to his bed, but this was a different level of surrender to be so vulnerable and at his complete mercy.

I hear him click another button, but don’t really it much, my brain was feeling slightly melted by all this sexy stimulation. The room suddenly dims, casting everything around me into darkness, and I gasp once more when the television before me suddenly flickers on.

The screen fills with the most beautiful, enticing spiral I’ve ever seen! Flashes of red, blue, green, orange, and purple begin to flash across my face like a rotating kaleidoscope.

My eyes instinctively lock into its center, feeling myself being drawn and pulled into the mesmerizing, ensnaring grasp like some entrancing, psychedelic induced trip. It was so inviting, so captivating, I couldn’t help but look deeper and deeper…

The more I stare, the more I can feel it grabbing my mind, wrapping its colorful tendrils around my soft subconscious and beckoning me to lose myself deeper in the mesmerizing, soul ensnaring swirl.

“Relax...Stare into the spiral, and relax. The spiral is irresistible. The spiral captivates you.”

A robotic voice booms to me through the speakers, each syllable echoing in a low, electronic prose that further relaxed me and numbed my mind.

My eyelids involuntarily open super wide, my mouth dropping open in awe as I willingly give myself to its hold, happy to surrender and let myself be hypnotized.

“R-relax...stare into the spiral...and relax...”

I hear my own voice repeating the robotic echo, completely beyond my control. It was so sexy, hearing myself speak all monotone without even trying. I was already totally hypnotized...And I knew that soon, I would be brainwashed into full compliance, a thought which made me open even wider with fluid wet excitement!

The beautiful colors form and unform against each other, dancing and melting into a vibrant, multicolored ocean.

“Stop struggling. The spiral is all you can see. The spiral is all you can know. You are falling deep into its center.”

“S-Spiral...c-centuuurrr....”

“You are hypnotized. You are mindless.”

“H-H-Hyyppnutyzed...M-Minndlezzz...”

“Good girls obey. Good girls are hypnotized.”

“G-Good...gurrllzz...obeyyy...h-hiiipnatyzedd...”

My hands dangle limply over the binding armrests, a river of drool running from my mouth and meeting with the other fluids in my lap. I can feel my top being gently pulled down, before my right breast is massaged in a firm, masculine grip, rubbing his thumb against my nipple.

My toes begin to wave about, lightly tapping against the carpet beneath me, while I continue to delve deep into the hypnotic spiral before me, feeling it swirling around my vision and become my entire existence.

The living room was completely gone, I was now sitting directly inside the spiral like a surrounding rainbow tornado, so helpless, so mesmerized. There was nowhere the spiral wasn’t, it was impossible to resist.

As my eyes strain to open even wider, my blue irises slowly fade away to be replaced by the spinning multicolored swirl filling my head.

Around and around the spiral spins in my vacant eyes, slowly fluttering down half closed as I release even more drool all over myself.

“Your only purpose in life, is to bring pleasure to your boyfriend.”

The voice booms inside my psyche with a combination of waving binaural beats that crashed against me like a tsunami of dominance. It was inescapable, all I could do was relax and enjoy being swept away in its pleasure.

Slowly my lips curl into a big, wide smile, oblivious to my own blank, mesmeric surrender. It felt beyond heavenly to give in, so incredible to be mentally dominated this way.

“Mmmy...onlyy purrrpozze...in lyyffe...izz to bringg pleazzurree...t-too m-my boyyfrenndd...”

“Your mind is under hypnotic control.”

The voice was like an orchestra of robotic numbing in my brain, composed between the subliminal humming that held my brain in a tight, massaging hug.

“M-myy mindd...izz undurrr...hiipnowwticc conntruul...”

“You know only bliss and obedience.”

“I knowww...onllyyy blissszz...and...obedienzzz..”

I was drooling like a broken fountain, even more sticky liquid between my legs. My head tilts to the side, my tongue flopping from my head like a silly puppy’s.

“You are hypnotized and submissive.”

“I-Iamm..hyyypnotyyzzddd...andd..zzubmisivvv.”

“Being obedient is the greatest pleasure you know.”

“Beeinngg...obbeddiieenntt...izz theee grreateszzt pleazzuuurrr...I nooouuu...”

“You will always obey your boyfriend.”

“I willl alwayyzz…obeeii…maaii…boyyyfrennn..”

The vortex on screen begins to flash and wave repeatedly like a strobe, my tongue rolling around my lips as my pussy opens wider, feeling my breast squeezed even harder and causing my legs to shake against the metal.

Click!

The screen shuts off, the kaleidoscope disappearing from my vision but remaining firmly etched into my brain. The swirling colors all I could see or comprehend, pleasure and obedience my only reason to exist...

My top and bottoms are ripped from my body, being tossed backwards onto the sofa and revealing my full naked wetness. Cyril chuckles once more, gently dipping his fingers inside my flower and pressing hard against my wall, causing my swirly eyes to cross as I gasped with orgasmic bliss.

“You are mine, Cara. You’re my property, and you will never notice another man besides myself.”

“Yesszz Massztuurr...I amm yyourr pruppurrrtyyy...I’ll nevvurr noticcee..anuthurrr mannn...”

He looks beyond happy to hear me say these words, so pleased to see me in a nice, blissfully compliant trance, totally brainwashed into the perfect companion for him. The chair’s restraints slowly slip back inside the cushions, as he sets the remote down.

Snap!

Slowly I rise back up onto my bare feet at the snap of his fingers, standing straight up at attention. He takes a moment to ire my swirling eyes and mindless face, fixing my hair for me before adjusting the enormous bulge in his pants.

“Good girl, Cara. Now when I snap my fingers, you will march to the bedroom, and prepare to receive my love.”

His words seep into my brain, his prose a soft, inviting echo, dominant and commanding yet seductive and sweet. Light slowly refills the living room but it didn’t matter. My induction was complete, I was now fully brainwashed and obedient to him.

“Yesszzzz...Mmmassturrr....Recieevvee...youurr......lovvvee...”

“Good girl...”

Snap!

With that my arms slowly rise out before me like a sleepwalker, and I turn in place before marching down the hallway in a robotic fashion. My mind was totally under his control, puppeteered down the hall like a silly wind up toy, and feeling an irresistible hypnotic urge to obey.

“Reccciieeve...youurrr...lovvveeee...”

Each robotic step I take feels like I’m walking on a cloud, or the sandy dunes of a warm beach at night. It was like the bedroom had a magnetic pull over me, forcing my arms to helplessly extend out as it drew me closer and closer...

Soon I enter the bedroom, the door closing and locking behind me with a soft chuckle.

“Rreeccciieevvveee....yyoouurrr...loovvvveee...”

I collapse face down onto the bed with a sigh, my empty, unaware mind hearing the faint sound of my master unzipping his pants, before he mounts me.

He grips my hips tightly, causing the bed to squeak as I descend into a chorus of squeals and moans, thrusting himself deep inside my wetness harder and faster, the hanging pictures outside shaking against the walls with the sounds of our love making…

There’s no doubt the neighbors heard me this time…