The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I had limited time and not a lot to work with. So I needed to use what resources I had available with me to figure out a solution. And the first step was turning to that good ol’ source for inspiration—the Internet. A lot of the more creative playtime I’d had with Velma in those first early days had come from the online stories I’d read, as well as fantasies shared in our mutual chatroom. Of course, none of the stories I’d read had ever described a situation like the one I now found myself in. Still, they did give me at least the beginnings of a plan.

I needed a way to entrance Connie, to put her under hypnosis, so that I could program her mind and make her undo the damage she had done to everyone else. The problem? She was too smart and too canny to simply sit still and let me hypnotize her the traditional way. Thinking back, I myself fit that description a bit as well—hence Connie acting as she had, taking me when I was at my most vulnerable, after a night of vigorous strenuous fucking. It was also likely when she’d hypnotized the others as well, taking advantage of their blissed-out, semiconscious states to lull them into hypnotic slumber. Consequently, that was also most likely my own best chance of catching Connie unaware.

Of course, having performed the same trick on me, she would immediately recognize what was happening if I simply woke her up by dangling my crystal necklace in front of her eyes. She would snap awake instantly, fight back, and possibly yell and scream for help. So I needed a way to push her deeper and embed my control over her before she had a chance to fully realize what was happening. To THAT end… I decided I needed to prepare some instructions ahead of time. Luckily, I already had everything I needed with me.

Opening a few tabs on Velma’s computer I brought up the program I’d noticed earlier. One of the nicer parts about mIRC was the ability to set up WAV files to play during certain situations, such as playing a person’s personal theme music whenever they entered and departed the chat room. And while there were tons of such files floating about the internet for free usage, the really cool patrons made their own. Velma had such a sound mixing program on her computer, the one that she had used to mix her own custom intro theme. While that was cool in and of itself, I intended to use that mixing program for a slightly different purpose.

Setting up the mic, I took a moment and settled my thoughts, writing out my own special tailor-made induction for Connie in notepad, then, considering the situation in which it would likely be used, edited the list, adding a few instructions and crossing out a few more. Finally satisfied, I took a deep breath, centered myself, and hit the record button.

“Listen and relax Connie,” I said in what I hoped was a soothing voice. “Just let yourself sleep… nice and relaxed, feeling good, nice and rested… nice and warm. No need to think, no need to worry, just lie back and relax… and let your body just… feel. Mmmm… yes, it feels so good to just lie here and rest… to relax and let your mind drift… no thoughts… no thinking… just feeling. And it feels good… pleasure, Connie. It feels good, to just lie here and relax and listen… listen to my voice… not thinking, not worrying, just feeling…”

I paused them, counting softly in my head. “Yes, Connie… it feels so good. It feels good to listen to my voice. My voice. My words. My words give you pleasure. Yes, yes… no need to think about that. Just lie back and listen. Lie back and accept my words. Let your body relax… let your muscles just go limp… following my voice, my words. Letting them guide you. Letting them direct you. All you have to do is listen and relax. Listen and don’t think. Listen and just feel. And listening… feels good. It feels very very good.”

I paused again, counting again. I was doing all of this with an idea of what would be happening during all of this, and I only hoped that I would be able to match the timing of my words to my actions later on when and if I got the chance to put this plan into motion. Taking another breath, I continued on. “Mmmm… it’s so good, isn’t it Connie? Listening to my voice. Accepting my words without thinking. Without resisting. Obeying my words.” I paused then, imagining her response to that. “Ah. But obeying is the most important part. Resisting my voice, resisting my words… makes the pleasure fade. Resisting me, fighting me takes the pleasure away. And you want the pleasure back, don’t you Connie?” I paused again briefly. “You NEED that pleasure. You need to feel it welling up within you, spreading through you, overwhelming you… carrying away all other concerns… all other problems… all your thoughts and worries… until there is nothing else… nothing but pleasure…” I paused briefly again. “And to get that pleasure… you must listen to my voice. You must follow my voice. You must... OBEY my voice. Say you will obey, Connie.”

I counted briefly. “Say that you will obey. Obey... and the pleasure increases.”

I repeated this about five more times. Likely the girl would resist out of pure spite even in a semiconscious state, but even if she didn’t repeated teasing would help wear her down and push her into acceptance. “Yes… good girl, Connie,” I continued on, finally, letting my voice go a bit husky there. “Good girl. Good girls obey. And good girls feel pleasure. Feel your pleasure increase, Connie. This is your reward for being a good girl… for listening to my voice… for obeying my voice. Good girls obey. And obeying brings pleasure. Repeat that, Connie. Good girls obey. And Obeying brings pleasure.”

I paused again, imagining Connie chanting those words back to me. At least that was my hope by this point. Indeed, if at this point of the induction, she was still resisting, then I was totally fucked. The only option left would be to bash her head in with a mallet and hope she developed amnesia. Pushing aside such maudlin thoughts, however, I quickly finished up the induction, giving Constance her final instructions, and ended the file. With the hard part done, I gave a quick glance at the clock, then winced. Time had flown by while I was working, and I knew the others would be returning shortly. In her current state of mind, I knew Velma would raise a fit if she came home and found me on her computer, and I absolutely didn’t want Connie to have the slightest idea that I was up to anything suspicious.

As for mixing the file… well, I couldn’t simply create a recording of my voice speaking and expect Connie to simply be lulled into trance even in a somnambulistic state. Among my many areas of hypnotic studies, I had researched the idea of subliminal programming. There was a lot of information scattered around online, a lot of it contradictory and nothing definitive, but it was generally believed that frequencies in the 16kHz to 17.5kHz were at the edge of human hearing, detectable by the mind but not quite audible to the ear. Of course, I didn’t want to play a barely sleeping Connie a recording of a high-pitched screeching whistle sound that I hoped would translate into my instructions to her. So I needed to mask my words with something else… a bit of soft generic listening or relaxing music, something without words in it. Again, Velma came to the rescue, as she had plenty of files on hand that easily fit the bill. Mindful of the time, I played with the files quite a bit, increased the amplitude of the voice file, decreased the music a bit more, and boosted the lower frequencies, because, hey, who didn’t love a good bit of bass in their music? Finally, decided it was the best I could do, I saved the file, connected my MP3 player to the computer, and ed the file into a special folder simply labeled ‘Connie’.

I finished just as I heard the car pulling up. Moving quickly, I disconnected everything, closed out the programs, turned off the computer, and moved onto the bed, curling up and closing my eyes, pretending to take a nap. A few seconds later, the door opened, and I felt the sensation of someone standing over me. I continued to breathe slow and deep, snoring slightly, and within a few more seconds, the presence left, closing the door behind them. With that, I let out a sigh of relief and let myself actually drift off for a nap for real.

The sounds of cheering and laughter soon roused me from my slumber. A glance at the clock showed that it was a bit later than I’d expected, around five P.M. Guessing that movie time had come and gone, I rose from the bed, stretched, then made my way to the bathroom, doing my business, washing my hands, and splashing some water on my face. Staring at my reflection again, I contemplated my situation once again. I’d effectively fixed what was wrong inside my own head and I knew what Connie had done to everyone… but I still needed to play the part of a downtrodden soul-crushed wimp a bit longer. Which meant I’d have to resist my normal reactions to the teasing and abuse. Sighing deeply, steeling myself for what was about to go down, I turned and headed to the bedroom door.

The one good thing I kept in mind was the fact that everything my so-called friends were doing and saying to me was all because of Connie. Of their own accord, in their own minds, they were still the same kind and loving friends I’d come to know over the past several days. And hopefully, once Connie was dealt with, they would return to their previous selves again.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to get up!”

Yeah, I reminded myself of that fact over and over, as Cindy, Missy, and Velma all sneered at me. Mumbling softly, I strode past them all, heading to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. “So, um… what’s everyone doing?” I asked meekly, glancing down to avoid direct eye .

“Gee, I don’t know, Jax,” Cindy snapped, rolling her eyes. “We’re all sitting around the kitchen table holding a bunch of brightly colored UNO cards in our hands. What do YOU think we’re doing?”

I bristled as the women all chuckled. “Geez… I was just asking,” I grunted, clenching my hands into fists before forcing myself to relax again. Taking a drink, I glanced back at the others. “Well, it does sound kind of fun. When this hand is over, deal me in, will ya?”

“Sorry,” Missy replied, sounding anything but sorry. “This is going to be the last hand. After this, we’ll be moving on to a NEW game?”

“Oh? And what game is that?” I asked, unable to stop myself.

Missy, taken aback, blinked, mouth opening and closing, as she tried to think up an answer. In the interim, I decided to pitch an idea that had been percolating in the back of my own mind when I’d tried coming up with a way to ensnare Connie in my hypnotic grasp. “Well, there WAS a game that Velma, Cindy, and I played before the rest of you showed up that was pretty fun. I’m not sure whether or not you’d want to play it as a group, however—”

“Oh? And what IS this game?” Connie asked, smirking but curious nonetheless.

“Drunken Trivial Pursuit,” I replied with a shrug. “Basically, you all take a shot at the beginning, and then whenever you miss a question, you have to take another shot. The game generally goes on until someone wins, or until everyone is too drunk to continue.” I shrugged. “But really, the idea is more to have fun than to actually complete the game.”

The girls seemed to think over my idea. “Well, it was a lot of fun when we played it before,” Cindy itted.

“And I do have an unopened bottle of gin just sitting there in the corner,” Velma stated, thoughtful.

“And Trivial Pursuit is one of my favorite games,” Missy added in.

“Well, that settles it, then,” Connie remarked, nodding. “Drunken Trivial Pursuit it is.”

Settled indeed. Soon enough we were all gathered at the table playing the game. It was better than I could have hoped for. I’d been wondering of a way to make sure Connie would be out like a light later tonight when I put my plan into action. Aside from drugging her, which, all things considered, I’d actually thought about, getting her drunk was a good alternative. And this game was a great conduit for just that. We each started off taking a shot, then proceeded to go through the game as normal. Now, I don’t claim to be a trivia expert by any means, but I did have a strategy to outlast the others.

I was a bit of a nerd. Well, duh, obviously. But yeah, science was my thing. Rolling about the board, I strove for the science questions as much as possible instead of trying to complete the pieces of the pie. By sticking mostly to what I knew, I ended up taking a lot fewer shots than the others. After half an hour, I’d only downed three, while the others were suitably sloshed, each of them having taken around seven a piece. Laughing gleefully, they were all joking and cracking wise, the game pretty much forgotten. When I begged off, saying I needed to use the bathroom, the others barely noticed, pretty much ignoring me altogether.

Which was fine, as far as I was concerned. I had my own agenda after all. Inside the room, I retrieved the MP3 player and cued up the file, testing it to make sure it would play. Sighing, nodding in satisfaction, I took a moment to breathe and calm my nerves. I was honestly really nervous about this. I mean… yes, I’d come up with this plan, crazy as it was, but I hadn’t really believed it would work out as well as it had. Sometimes the only thing more hectic than a plan going catastrophically wrong is when everything goes absolutely perfect. You keep waiting for your luck to change, for the shoe to drop, and for things to go bad. Still… this was my shot. Until I actually managed to fail, I had no choice but to keep going, full steam ahead. Splashing water on my face again, I settled myself and then headed back outside.

“Hey! There ya are, Jaxie!” Missy called out loudly, slurring her words. “’Bout time ya got back! What, didja fall in or something? Hahahahahahaha!” The others of course all ed in laughing, and I merely sighed, hanging my head.

“Damn. I’m fuckin’ hungry,” Connie murmured loudly, taking another shot despite no one asking any questions. “Someone should… order us some food.” Her gaze narrowed as she turned and spotted me. “You! Jax! Get us somethin’ to eat.”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yeah, you got money, right?” Connie added, smirking. “And Velma’s been providin’ for ya all this time anyway. Might as well make yer damn self useful for a change…”

The other murmured their agreement, so naturally, I drew out my wallet. At least they were all too drunk and distracted to start arguing about what they actually wanted, like usual. I finally settled for ordering Pizza Hut once more, three large pizzas with everything, and one small vegetarian for Connie specifically. My spending money was drastically reduced, but in fairness, it was Friday night. We were only here for two more nights anyway, and then we’d all be heading back to our separate homes.

Plus, I was freaking hungry as well.

Less than thirty minutes later, the pizza arrived, and everyone began chowing down. The game was pretty much done by that point, but Velma brought out some orange juice and cranberry juice and began making mixed drinks. On that front at least, things were going much better than I’d planned. And while the girls were distracted, I slipped into the kitchen and made myself a virgin drink, all juice, no alcohol. I needed to keep my wits about me after all.

“Oh, man… this is sooo good!” Velma sighed, closing her eyes in pleasure. “Fuck… shoulda done this long ago.”

“Yeah… fuckin’ pizza is da bomb!” Cindy chimed in. “Ya dun good, Darkie… nice job with the grub!”

“Hey!” Connie cut in, frowning. “He only PAID for it. It was MY IDEA to order out after all.”

The others all paused, considering. “You’re right, Connie,” Missy replied, nodding.

“Yeah, good call, Connie.” Velma agreed.

“Fuck, yeah, yer the best, Connie,” Cindy stated with aplomb.

Damn. Couldn’t even let me have a single compliment, could she? Pushing aside my aggravation, I merely contented myself with remaining in the background, just listening and watching, as things became steadily more erotically charged between the girls. Starting with Velma and Missy playing footsie underneath the table—which naturally I noticed—things slowly got more and more steamy until the four of them were openly groping and making out with each other. Things finally reached their tipping point when Connie stood up from her chair and announced that they were heading to the bedroom.

“You guys… you take care of that shit, will ya?” Connie gestured awkwardly at the table as she and Cindy continued grinning against each other, giggling softly as they stumbled their way down the hall, followed by Velma and Missy. After a moment, the door closed, and the sounds of females giggling, sighing, and moaning soon came from the room loud enough to filter through the walls. Exactly the outcome I’d hoped for, yet I couldn’t help feeling a sense of annoyed melancholy. I’d really have loved to have been a part of the festivities… yet once more, I was dismissed, and relegated to doing cleanup.

Well, technically both of us were. I glanced over to see Brian there was well, already packing up the Trivial Pursuit game, stacking up the cards, and folding up the game board. Sighing as well, I started gathering up the uneaten pizza, consolidating it all into one box and tossing out the empties. As we both started gathering up the glasses and liquor I decided again to try and strike up a conversation with the guy. We did have a lot in common now, after all.

“So, um… Brian,” I began awkwardly, bending down to replace the nearly empty bottle of gin on the lower kitchen shelf, “I’m guessing this weekend didn’t exactly turn out the way you’d planned, huh?”

The dark-skinned kid, sighed, shrugging. “Not really, no,” he itted.

“Tell me the truth. You didn’t really want to come on this trip, did you?”

“Hell, no,” He replied, sounding more than a little bitter. “I mean… making the drive down last weekend was bad enough, but staying an entire week? I had things to do. Hell, I had work at my part-time job this week!” He sighed deeply. “Well, I guess I’ll be looking for a new job when I get back home after all this.”

I blinked at that. “Damn… that does suck,” I replied in sympathy. “But, um… why did you stay, then? I mean, I can see Connie making you drive her and Missy down here. But Cindy’s car was already here, so they have a ride to get back home. Why couldn’t you just head back home the day after you dropped them off?”

“Because Connie wanted to have me around as her personal chauffeur,” he replied in a soft defeated tone. “I was a standby, just in case she needed me.”

I nodded, going silent for a time. Then, after a moment, I spoke up again. “You don’t really like being at Connie’s beckoned call, do you?” He grunted, shaking his head. “But… you don’t really have much choice… do you?” He glanced up at me then, staring at me hard. I sighed inwardly but decided to push through. “Because… she hypnotized you and took control of you, not giving you a choice in the matter.” He blinked at that, obviously surprised. I shrugged. “Yeah, I figured out what she did to us. It took me a while to catch on, but once I did, it all fell into place.”

We stood in silence for a few more minutes, and then he spoke up. “So… what now?”

“Hmm?”

“You obviously brought this up for a reason. You must have something in mind. So… what are you planning to do about it?”

I paused, considering my words carefully. Brian was definitely Connie’s slave at this point. And I wasn’t entirely sure how much I could trust him. “If I WAS planning something,” I said cautiously, “and you knew about it, what would you do? Would you go and tell Connie? I mean, we both know she has her hooks in you pretty deep at this point.”

Brian winced, glancing away. “I wouldn’t go warn her if that’s what you’re asking,” he grunted. “But, well… if you did try something and she yelled for help or called me, I would come to her aid.” He shook his head in dismay. “You’re a pretty big guy, so I don’t know if I could take you, but if she commanded me to stop you, I’d do whatever it took to try and take you down.”

I winced at that. “Damn. Sounds like you’re talking from experience. Has she ordered you to do something like that before?”

“Uh… I’d rather not talk about it,” he mumbled, still looking away.

Interesting. Still, it did give me a clearer picture of what I was dealing with. Brian certainly would not be a reliable ally or companion in this, but at least he wasn’t an active obstacle. “Hmmm… what about this? I have something in the works, yes. So, what if when you went to bed later, you decided to listen to some music to help you fall asleep? You know… like playing something on that Walkman you had earlier? After all, if you can’t HEAR Connie calling out for you, you can’t respond, can you?”

A slow smile creased the young boy’s face. “You have a good point. And I do like listening to my Boyz II Men tape at night to help me sleep.”

Satisfied that Brian was taken care of, I went back to my own bedroom to lie down and wait. I figured things should progress fairly quickly, with the state the girls had been in earlier. Fingering the MP3 Player in my pants pocket, I forced myself to relax and calm down again. One of the tenets of being a dominant or being a hypnotist was confidence, a steadfast belief in your abilities. Granted, I was a novice at BOTH, having only experienced my own sexual awakenings a few days earlier. Still, I knew that this all boiled down to having the proper mindset. So, I took a moment and centered myself, and practiced a bit of self-hypnosis, reminding myself to be calm, cool, and collected, to believe that I could do this, and to banish any nervousness I might normally feel.

Afterward, I have to it, I felt better. Definitely more sure of myself. I still had my doubts about what I was doing, but for the moment, they were pushed aside to the back of my mind. Setting an alarm on my watch for two hours, I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, taking another nap.

My eyes snapped open suddenly, and I tapped my watch to stop the annoying beeping sound. It was time.

Well, possibly time. Slipping out of bed, I made my way quietly into the hallway, maneuvering through the darkness quietly, leaning up against the girls’ door, listening for sounds of activity. After a moment, I smiled, grateful for the sounds of multiple people snoring noisily inside. They were all asleep, and apparently sleeping soundly. Rather than enter, however, I moved first across the hall to Brian’s room, and carefully opened the door, peering inside. As I’d hoped, he lay sleeping on his bed, the soft telltale sounds of music just barely audible from the headphones over his ears. Satisfied, I made my way back out and finally entered the girls’ room.

The scent of sex still hung in the air, a rather enticing bouquet to my senses, considering that I’d gone without yesterday after nearly ten solid days of constant erotic interaction. Finding all four women lying asleep in the middle of the floor, naked with just a thin bedsheet haphazardly tossed aside, barely even covering them didn’t help matters. The sight of all that naked flesh alone was enough to bring me to near readiness. Nevertheless, I had a plan and I was determined to stick to it.

Approaching Velma, I felt a momentary stab of uncertainty, but I brushed it aside. I was banking a lot on the idea of Connie being lazy and cutting corners when hypnotizing the girls, not bothering to undo my instructions, merely commanding them to be mean and antagonistic towards me. Operating on that assumption, I leaned forward, gently caressing and stroking Velma’s face, softly caressing her lips, causing her to stir. As her eyes began to flutter, I whispered her trigger phrase softly in her ear. She gasped, a soft shudder going through her, before she relaxed again, her body going limp. Breathing a soft sigh of relief, I whispered my prepared instructions to her, received a quiet acknowledgment, and then satisfied, moved on to Cindy.

After triggering both her and Mindy, and having all three girls prepped, I finally moved on to my true target. Missy lay on her side, her long brunette hair splayed out around her, still a bit lank and flat from her earlier sexual ministrations. She was a bitch, plain and simple, and I hated her guts for everything she had done… but I couldn’t help but find her cute like this, sleeping soundly, a peaceful expression on her face. It was actually kind of funny—when she wasn’t talking and spewing out her hateful condescending remarks, she was actually rather attractive. Of course, it’s not really much of a compliment to a person that you can only stand to be around them when they’re unconscious.

Taking out my MP3 Player, I signaled to my three entranced helpers, who all rose slowly, moving into position. Gently placing the earphones over Connie’s ears, I took a moment to stare down at her face, preparing myself for this battle of wills. Then, hoping my timing was on point, I clicked the PLAY button. At my signal, Velma and Cindy began gently caressing and stroking Connie’s breasts, teasing her sensitive nipples, nothing too overt at the moment, just caressing and teasing her skin, just giving her a bit of pleasurable stimulus to seep through her sleepy gin-soaked brain as my words began to whisper softly in her ears.

“Listen and relax Connie,” my voice came softly through the headphones, intermingled with soft relaxing music playing gently in the background, a pleasant pleasing white noise. A soft sigh escaped her lips, her body shifting slightly, the words and sensations she was receiving beginning to take effect. “Just let yourself sleep… nice and relaxed, feeling good, nice and rested… nice and warm. No need to think, no need to worry, just lie back and relax… and let your body just… feel,” my voice continued.

Connie began to stir slightly, a small frown marring her face, and I nodded to the others. Missy began rubbing and stroking her bare feet, giving Connie a nice relaxing sensation to go with the others. “Mmmm… yes, it feels so good to just lie here and rest… to relax and let your mind drift… no thoughts… no thinking… just feeling. And it feels good… pleasure, Connie. It feels good, to just lie here and relax and listen… listen to my voice… not thinking, not worrying, just feeling…”

Her head twisted slightly, moving side to side. She was resisting, obviously, but not enough to bring herself back to full wakefulness. I was watching her closely, monitoring her reactions, knowing what she was hearing all the while. With a soft sigh, I gestured to Cindy, who smiled blankly, leaning forward to begin licking and sucking lightly on Connie’s nipples, gently teasing them into hardness.

“Yes, Connie… it feels so good. It feels good to listen to my voice. My voice. My words. My words give you pleasure. Yes, yes… no need to think about that. Just lie back and listen. Lie back and accept my words. Let your body relax… let your muscles just go limp… following my voice, my words. Letting them guide you. Letting them direct you. All you have to do is listen and relax. Listen and don’t think. Listen and just feel. And listening… feels good. It feels very very good.”

“Nhhhrrrr... g-good… ssssoooo… gggooooodd…” Connie mumbled softly, her body moving, twisting slightly, her chest thrusting forward in obvious pleasure. Velma’s hands had moved now, sliding deftly underneath the sheet and between Connie’s legs, slowly stroking and teasing her there as well.

“Mmmm… it’s so good, isn’t it Connie?” my recorded voice continued. “Listening to my voice. Accepting my words without thinking. Without resisting. Obeying my words.”

As expected, we encountered more resistance from Connie again. Her grimace was back, her head shaking no, and her lips were compressed in a tight line. I gave it a few seconds, then gestured for all three girls to back off, to pull back, knowing the recording would continue on heedless. “Ah. But obeying is the most important part. Resisting my voice, resisting my words… makes the pleasure fade. Resisting me, fighting me takes the pleasure away. And you want the pleasure back, don’t you Connie?”

A soft whimper escaped her lips then, the closest thing to a submissive gesture I’d seen from her yet. Indeed, she wanted the pleasure back. She wanted to feel good. She needed those soothing caresses and strokes, desired those clever kisses and licks. She wanted more of that sexual bliss the three entranced beauties had been dishing out to her. But there was a catch. The only way she would get more would be to swallow her pride and give in to me She was going to have to submit.

“You NEED that pleasure,” my recorded file continued on relentlessly, heedless of her distress. I gestured to Velma, who continued lightly stroking Connie’s now very wet pussy. “You need to feel it welling up within you, spreading through you,” the voice continued, as Cindy ed in, leaning forward to kiss and suck lightly on Connie’s breasts teasing around her nipples but avoiding direct , “overwhelming you… carrying away all other concerns… all other problems…” and now Missy was licking and sucking on her toes as well, “all your thoughts and worries… until there is nothing else… nothing but pleasure…”

Connie’s body was actively writhing now, moving and shimmying from the erotic assault. I’d instructed the girls to keep their kissing and touching light and gentle thus far, just enough to tease without pushing her over the edge, until I gave the go-ahead. And from the noises escaping the sleeping girls’ lips, they were obviously doing their jobs well. “Uhhhhnn… uhhhnn… oohhh gaawdd… mmmmm… fffcuccckk…” she murmured, eyes fluttering, fingers twitching and spasming slightly. I was relatively sure that under normal circumstances she would have woken up by now. Thankfully, the alcohol in her system was keeping her in that warm, floaty, drifty, in-between place of half-sleep that I needed her to be in. Her brain was being rendered into a pile of mush, but her body was alive and well and very much in need.

“And to get that pleasure…” the recording reminded her, “you must listen to my voice. You must follow my voice. You must... OBEY my voice. Say you will obey, Connie.”

Again, Connie tensed, head going back. She was still fighting, still resisting, so I signaled Velma, holding up one finger. Obeying, she slid a finger inside Connie, curling it slightly, stroking briefly against that special spot, before withdrawing. Connie let out an audible groan, her legs trying to close and clench around Velma’s hand, but Missy down at her feet kept her legs firmly apart.

“Say that you will obey,” the voice demanded, causing her to moan. “Obey... and the pleasure increases.”

Connie groaned, again, her head still shaking in denial. “Nnnn… nnnaahhh…” she murmured, fighting the inevitable. I signaled Velma again, and again Connie tensed, then groaned at the loss of sensation.

“Say that you will obey. Obey... and the pleasure increases.”

“Gaahhh… uhhhnnn,” she moaned, hips moving, trying desperately to push Velma’s fingers back inside her, to no avail. “Nnnhhh… p-pleeeaaseee…” she whined softly.

“Say that you will obey. Obey... and the pleasure increases.”

“Uhh… uhh… I… obey…” she murmured softly. I smiled, satisfied. I signaled Velma, holding up two fingers. Nodding woodenly, she complied, sliding two fingers inside Connie’s slick hungry channel. An audible groan, louder than before burst forth, and her back arched in pleasure.

“Say that you will obey. Obey... and the pleasure increases.”

“Oohhhh fffuuuccck… mmm… I obey,” she moaned softly, no longer fighting the pleasure. I nodded to Velma, two fingers again, and gestured to Cindy, he resumes sucking on Connie’s nipples. “Ooohh! Ooohhh! Oohh, yesss…” she moaned, her body moving almost constantly now. Her eyes were fluttering behind her eyelids, and I couldn’t even begin to imagine what wild chaotic dreams were dancing in her head at this point.

“Say that you will obey. Obey... and the pleasure increases.”

“I... obey… I obey… I obey…” Connie chanted, nearly constantly at this point, probably not even conscious of what she was saying, only that the words made her feel oh so good. At my latest gesture, Missy was not sucking on Connie’s toes again, making love to each slender delicate digit. I could tell that my adversary was on the cusp of a titanic release… but I wasn’t quite done with her just yet. There was still a bit more of the recording left to go. Truth be told, I like the idea of withholding her pleasure just to torment her a bit for the trouble she’d put me and the others through. I wanted her will completely broken when I finally went in for the coup de grace.

“Yes… good girl, Connie,” the recording greeted her, as my own hands ed the others, stroking and caressing her head, giving her a bit of a scalp massage, something that Cindy had let slip was something that Connie deeply enjoyed, a bit of sensual icing on the cake of her submission. “Good girl. Good girls obey,” the disembodied voice spoke into her mazed and open mind. “And good girls feel pleasure. Feel your pleasure increase, Connie. This is your reward for being a good girl… for listening to my voice… for obeying my voice. Good girls obey. And obeying brings pleasure. Repeat that, Connie. Good girls obey. And Obeying brings pleasure.”

“Good girl… I obey… good girls obey… I obey…” Connie murmured softly, hips moving, as she climbed the ladder, moving closer and closer to climax. Satisfied that she was sufficiently ready, I finally signaled all three girls with three fingers, then curled the first and third. With that signal effectively giving my target the proverbial fingers, I switched off the MP3 Player and pulled back as Missy, Cindy, and Velma stopped holding back, bringing the barely conscious Connie to a powerful mind-bending, soul-searing, white-hot climax. Connie screamed, going rigid, toes clenching tightly, before breaking out into shudders of seismic bliss. Soft groans and moans escaped her lips, a soft beautiful smile seemingly etched on her face.

Now was the time to strike.

Taking off my pendant, I dangled it above Connie’s still-closed eyes, gesturing for Cindy and Velma to grab hold of her arms, and Missy to hold into her ankle. “Connie. Connie. Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead,” I teased her sadistically, smirking as her tired eyes fluttered open.

And stared deep into the crystal swinging before her.

“Listen to my voice, Connie, “I commanded, using the same low deep tone from the recording. “Listen and obey… listen and obey, and relax as you stare deep into the hypnotic crystal. Let your mind and body relax… let yourself relax… listen and stare, deeper and deeper, letting your mind drift as my words sink deep into your mind… guiding you… controlling you… enslaving you… because yes, Connie, you are going into a hypnotic trance now. An obedient submissive trance. You will obey… you will submit. You will surrender. You will not resist… you will listen… and obey… listen.. and obey… like a good girl.”

“I… I… obey… like a good girl,” Connie murmured, eyes crossing as she continued to stare transfixed at the slowly swaying crystal. “Must… obey… have to… obey… like a good… girl…”

“Yes, Connie… you will be a good obedient girl for me now,” I continued, nodding one final time to Missy, who leaned forward, crawling between Connie’s legs, slowly licking her sweet wet pussy. “Obedient girls are rewarded with pleasure. And you are a good girl, Connie. A good obedient girl…”

“Oohhhh ffuuuccckk… good girl… Connie... good… obedient girl…” she babbled, eyes fluttering, her pussy speaking in place of her brain at this point.

“Yes, Connie… now listen and obey. In just a moment you will obey me. You will cum for me. And then you will fall into a deep deep obedient sleep where you will obey me perfectly. You will do whatever I command. You will think what I tell you. You will act however I tell you. You will become whatever I tell you. Do you understand, Connie? And will you obey?”

“Nhhh… Nhhhaa… I understand… gaaahh… and I obey…. I obey… I OBEY!!” she all but screamed, heart thudding like a kettle drum, her body and mind suitably primed and needing that sweet release so badly she was willing to surrender anything and everything to obtain it.

“Good girl, Connie,” I said, bringing the crystal to a stop right before her eyes. “Now… CUM for your Master!” I commanded her, sternly, staring deep into her glazed and vacant eyes. “Cum for me… and drop into a deep deep sleep!”

“GGAAAWWDDD YEEEESS!! YEEESSS!! YEEEESSS!!” she keened as she came one last time, a titanic burst of sexual pleasure that caused her, I kid you not, to visibly squirt, ejaculating her pleasure from her pussy, hitting Missy’s face and hair, before she slumped, dropping like a stone as commanded…