The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Aaahhhhhhhhhh!!!”

I let out a loud scream as the roller coaster comes ripping across the tracks, the wind in my hair and a large, excited smile on my face. When we face yet another steep drop, I turn to my boyfriend seated beside me, gripping his arm tightly and digging my nails into his tan skin as I squealed, feeling the rush of the air falling beneath us.

Enrique and I have been dating for over a year now, and things couldn’t be better! It was so wonderful to have a boyfriend who not only treated me with decency and respect, but also shared my enthusiasm for hypnosis. Sometimes we’d spend hours just chatting about erotic hypnotism, and all the lovely ways he’d like to put me under.

It wasn’t uncommon for our sexy chats to end with him commanding me to look deeply into his hazel eyes, or telling me to clear my mind as he waved his hand across my face, each ing moment in his power making me feel all the more blank and compliant.

But on days like this, it was difficult to feel anything but joy. Every Saturday he’d treat me to a romantic date, often to the beach, or a candlelit dinner.

This time however we’d spent all afternoon at our local fair, going on every adrenaline inducing ride until I could hug and squeeze him no more, lest I risk making him out for once.

I was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, my feet displayed in a pair of open toed sandals, showing off the dark red pedicure I’d done, while he was sporting a black gothic shirt that looked so sexy on him.

“You know, I love hearing you scream like that~”

He tells me with a flirty wink, helping me out of the cart once the ride ends and watching me fuss about with my now wild and messy hair, my brown locks sticking up like some hazel sea urchin tossed about beneath the waves.

“You should hear me when I see my reflection in the morning.”

I laugh, struggling to fix my thrashed hair with a grin. He steps closer to me, my blue eyes trailing across his beautiful tan skin as he cups my face in his hands.

“Don’t say stuff like that! I know better than anyone just how gorgeous you look in the morning, Cara.”

He gives me a loving kiss, and I happily moan into his smooch with a smile. When our lips finally part, my attention falls to a small photo booth just a few feet away behind him, a happy couple leaving from behind the dark curtain

hand in hand.

“Hey, wanna take a few photos?” I ask, gesturing towards the small booth, and he tilts his head to take a glance.

“Sure, my wallet could always use a few more pictures of you, doll.”

He touches my chin before taking my hand, leading me off with a laugh while I rest my head on his shoulder.

“What, you don’t have enough swimsuit pics?~”

....

FLASH!

The small camera before us captures our picture with a quick blinding flash, temporarily dazing me. My pupils dilate and shrink, before returning to normal with a quick shake of my head.

I can hear my boyfriend chuckling at my dazed expression, wrapping his arm around me tightly and leaning in to kiss my cheek. I wink and throw a peace sign to the camera, which flashes and causes me to see pretty white stars, twinkling about my vision.

FLASH!

“Oohhhaa..”

Everything blanks out around me for a moment, and he says something to me but it’s difficult to hear him clearly.

“Hmm...What was that?” I inquire, shaking my head, my hair lazily swishing beside my slightly zoned out face.

“Feeling a little...hypnotized, my love?”

He asks me with a laugh, waving his hand across my face before tickling my sides with his fingers and causing me to devolve into giggles.

“Always Master...I’m feeling very sleepy...My eyes are getting verryy heavvvyy....”

I joke, making a tired, mindless expression with half closed eyes, my mouth hanging open whilst my lids flutter sleepily.

“Yes Master…Later tonight…I’m going to give you a sexy belly dance…”

This time when the camera flashes, I can feel my boyfriend’s excitement gently poke into my thigh.

I spin around in his lap to face him, running my fingers through his curly hair while gently massaging his scalp with my painted nails.

When he pulls me in even closer, I let out a small, happy gasp, my cheeks blushing red as a cherry.

“You’re always so beautiful, Cara. Both in and out of trance, you’re a twelve out of ten.”

“Mmmmm....”

My heart melts to his sweet, romantic words, cheesy as they were. He’d always been an expert in charming me with his prose, and I can’t stop my lips from falling into his with a soft mwah!

He grips my hips even tighter in his grasp, softly kissing me back. It isn’t long until our lips feel permanently locked together, and I sigh when I feel our tongues greeting, my eyes slowly rolling up into my head and closing as we lovingly smooched....

FLASH!

The sun was nearly set now, slowly creeping down towards the horizon and casting the world around us into a warm, orange glow. I finish the small cup of ice cream in my hands before tossing it into a nearby bin, quickly hopping back towards my boyfriend and kissing his cheek.

Now that we’ve finished every ride, we soon found ourselves at the far end of the fairground, surveying a few tacky games before us. All of them seemed rather scamy, it was no secret how amusement parks set up these rigged games to siphon cash from the naive.

With our arms locked together, I let out a chuckle as a young boy punches one of those ‘test your strength’ type games, watching the hanging bag barley move as he lets out a sharp yelp.

“God, could you imagine wasting money on one of these things?”

I whisper, the young boy before us strutting away with his head down and a disappointed expression. The booth clerk seems quite amused, counting out a few paper bills in his hands before he notices us.

“You there! Step right up and test your strength! Hit a score of 1000 and win that pretty girl a souvenir! Only five dollars to try!”

He speaks to my bf with an Alastor-esc carnival barker voice, gesturing to the assortment of toys and stuffed animals behind him, his eyes never leaving my chest. Enrique seems to notice this as well, glaring daggers into his face.

“Yeah, not really a fan of cons, pal. Doesn’t look like you’ve moved much merchandise either. I think I’d rather use that five bucks to wipe my ass.”

“Oh, don’t be like that, friend. I guarantee this game is quite winnable! Score a knockout, and your knockout dame gets the kitty!”

My eyes instinctively follow his fingers upwards to a small black cat plushie, looking so adorable with his little paws and :3 kitten face.

“Awwww so cutee!!~ Babe he looks just like my little Howie!!”

My eyes open wide in a bright gleam, clasping my hands together with a large, open mouthed grin. Enrique rolls his eyes at me being hypnotized by its cuteness, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his wallet.

“Alright babe, that cats yours! Don’t worry, I’ll get you the same thing off Amazon if this joker doesn’t play fair.”

He kisses my cheek, and I notice the photos of us smooching inside his wallet before it closes, handing a five dollar bill to the man who seems quite pleased.

“Splendid! Just there’s no refunds of course.”

The small machine holding the bag comes to life, a few small light bulbs running across its metallic exterior flashing in a twinkling pattern, and I swear I can hear a flute playing in the distance, but it’s probably just the game...

I watch my boyfriend ball up his fist, taking a step back and winding his arm up almost theatrically. He throws a sharp punch, and when his fist connects with the bag it instantly flys back, the score counter shooting up to 10,000!

“Yes!! Ahah!! That’s my handsome super stud!!”

I squeal, clapping my hands together and jumping in place, before hugging him and kissing his cheek. I wrap my palm around his arm, giving a light squeeze and feeling his muscle flex against his skin, causing a wave of jittery excitement to rush through my veins and down towards my privates.

“Oooo! I knew you could do it babe! You’re the strongest guy here!”

I giggle, smooching his cheek again with a loud, wet mwah!, and he looks at me with a smile, his face slightly blushing, but the carnie behind the counter looks less than pleased.

“...Sorry, but only a score of 1000 nets a prize.”

He tells him, my boyfriend’s face instantly becoming etched with a scowl.

“What?!? What kind of BS rules are those! I knew this was a scam!”

“Sorry, but it’s company policy. If you like, you could pay for another game, try to punch less hard this time.”

As the two boys argue, I touch his shoulder, attempting to calm him down and remedy the situation, when I hear the soft playing of a flute once more...

There it is again, I knew I heard someone playing a flute, its enchanting tempo entering through my ears and tickling my brain, forcing my head to turn in the direction of the enchanting melody.

My eyes scan across a few of the other games, landing on a small, black tent in the distance. It looked to be the farthest thing from the entrance of the fairground, tattered in shadowy midnight colored fabric, almost disappearing into the woods behind it.

Above the entrance I can see the words:

‘Menacing Mind — Fortune Telling & Hypnotism Sessions’

I can feel a natural pull towards the tent, the exotic flute playing increasing within my mind like a snake charmer.

“Step back before I call security.”

“Look I gave you five dollars, just give me the cat! What is it, like three bucks on Etsy?”

The argument begins to fade away into the world around me, drowned out by the flute.

Without thinking, I begin to slowly walk towards the tent in a trance-like state, not really paying attention to what was happening around me, or the force guiding me away from my boyfriend’s protection...

The soft grass gently tickles my bare toes with each step I take, the two men and their argument vanishing away into blackness along with the world behind me. All I could focus on was the tent, it’s mysterious, alluring aura, and the mind numbing, trance inducing melody...

“Come to me....Come to me, girl...”

An irresistible voice echoes inside my head, feeling warm and inviting like a sweet, honey coaxed kiss across my subconscious, and I make no effort to fight or resist its draw.

“Ooooohh...”

Like a moth to the flame I’m helplessly ensnared, only coming back to my senses once I find myself inside the tent..

My eyes rapidly flutter, feeling a bit confused as to how I got in here. I’m about to turn around and head back to my boyfriend, when I feel myself drawn to a small bookshelf.

I was an avid reader, so it wouldn’t hurt to survey the displayed spines for a quick moment, noticing what looks like a yearbook labeled ‘Miskatonic University—Class of 1995’.

All of the other books seem to be related to mentalism, revolving around how to successfully read a subject’s mind just by looking into their eyes, or make them feel confused and tired by stimulating them with a swinging object.

I inspect a small yellow book titled ‘The Art of Hypnotic Seduction’, and curiosity gets the better of me. I take it in my hands, flipping around the pages and smirking when I see an old vintage drawing of a woman with swirls in her eyes, looking like a mind controlled zombie while a golden pocket watch swung before her face.

I place the book back on its shelf right beside a copy of ‘Demonivm Maleficarvm—Abridged Compendivm’, putting my hands on my hips and wondering if it was for sale. Maybe I could surprise my boyfriend with a gift like this, his birthday was coming up soon, and I mean, there’s only so much lingerie you can buy.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” My meek, girly voice calls out to no response, taking a few steps deeper into the tent.

An array of candles lights my way as I strut deeper into the unknown. I begin approaching what looks like a dimly lit desk, and I can just barely make out the faint outline of a person sitting behind it.

My eyes open wide and a gasp escapes from my pink lips when the lights surrounding us suddenly flash on, the brightness temporarily blinding me.

“Shit!”

I cry, stumbling backwards and almost falling, the man seated before me releasing an amused chuckle. The desk before him had a few tarot cards strewn about, surrounding a large, translucent crystal ball held in place by a small black pylon, twisting around it in a spiraling design.

“Ahh, hello pretty lady. Please, come closer, I don’t bite. I can tell you wish to see the powers of my superior mind, yes?”

He asks me as I steady myself, and I look down to study his appearance. He was dressed in a black cowl, with piercing blue eyes and a shaved head, giving him an almost Anton LaVey look. A long black goatee ran down his face, and he strokes it as he glances into my blinking eyes with a devilish smirk.

“Superior mind? What, like you can do calculus and stuff?” I ask him, and he lets out a rather sinister sounding chuckle.

“Not quite, my dear. I specialize in hypnotism and thought reading. For a modest fee, I might put you into a trance and tell what your future holds.~”

I smile at his words, shifting in place with my hand on my hip. I tap my nails against myself, thinking this guy looked super hokey, and how I was probably the first person to step in here all day.

The walls were decorated with vintage magic posters, probably from the 60s or 70s, mostly showing various parlor tricks like sawing a girl in half, or making her levitate before an enraptured crowd of spectators.

A young woman with an overly glamorous appearance gazes off into nothing with a blank wonderment on her slightly done up face, her scantily clad body strapped to a circular knife throwing board, displaying an expression of mindless contentment, rather than fear or worry at the blades flying her way.

My left eyebrow raises when I notice a small pinup calendar beside his desk, a half naked model laying on her side while the California beach sun kisses her exposed skin, using her hands to conceal her intimate areas while smiling.

I didn’t mind stuff like that, but to have it so brazenly displayed...Part of me wonders if I’d walked in on him pondering more than just his orb...

I cross my arm with a slightly less than impressed smirk when he gestures with his hands, directing my attention from the lewd pictures towards an open seat before him, looking like one of those fancy massage chairs I had back home.

Was he really expecting me to sit down and play along with him?

“Well hypnotism is one thing, but thought reading? You mean you can actually read my mind?”

I laugh, brushing a few strands of hair from my face, feeling a natural urge to sit down and rest myself into the cushions. The seat looked so nice, so inviting... I have to stop myself from stepping closer and struggle to resist its pull.

“Mmm, I believe so, I can sense a rather weak mental barrier from you. Should be quite simple to delve deep into your subconscious with my powers.”

I ignore his somewhat demeaning words, moving to take a seat before him without thinking, quickly snapping back out of it when I come back to my senses.

Damn, I don’t know what my problem is, or why my brain kept trying to force me to sit down. I should have felt insulted by his comments, but instead I was only further intrigued.

“Okay pal, go ahead then, tell me what I’m thinking of.”

With another playful laugh I place my nails to my temple, grinning ear to ear as I begin to picture a designer purse I’d seen online recently. It was black and red, looking like it would fit my style perfectly, and I hold the mental image of the purse in my imagination.

“Come on, I’m opening my mind to you~”

He lets out a soft chuckle, placing his fingers to his own temple and looking deep into my eyes. He positions his other hand towards me, and begins to wave it around as if he were casting a spell, before closing his eyes.

“Ahh yes...You are a very beautiful woman...Privy to all the latest fashion trends...” He whispers out, with an almost chauvinistic and belittling tone.

I put my arm down, feeling some foreign influence gently creep its way into my soul, still holding the mental image of the designer purse in my mind. I try and pull a fast one and think of something else, pizza, my car, my boyfriend, anything besides the purse I desired...

Only...I found that I could no longer banish the purse from my mind. Its image was locked inside my brain, and the more it held itself within my thoughts, the clearer and more detailed it slowly became.

He reopens his eyes with a devilish grin, closing his hand into a fist and pulling it towards him, causing me to stumble forward and almost trip.

“Yess...I see it now....The purse you so desire...Black in its design and etched with fine red leather!”

He clasps his hands together, and I feel myself released from his mental hold, a rush of all the different thoughts I’d been trying to form suddenly blurring past me and inducing an incredibly strong headache.

“Mmmnngga...”

I sigh, my legs buckling, and with a groan I find myself slowly slipping backwards into the seat, naturally relaxing into the soft cushions whilst he continues to release a venomous chuckling.

“I must say my lovely, such a pretty object would suit you quite nicely. Shall I glimpse into your future and see if its acquisition is in store for you?”

He continues to laugh as I fluttered my eyes, and gently massaged my forehead.

“Whoa...That...That was....”

I can’t even find the words, still massaging my head until the painful thumping slowly dissipates, my brain feeling another rush of cool numbness.

“How...How did you do that? I could feel you in my..head...”

It was almost unbelievable, if I hadn’t just experienced it myself.

Of course I’d been hypnotized by my boyfriend many times but that was...different. I had been willing, and eager to drop under his seductive spell. But the hold this stranger had just exercised over my mind was strong and invasive, leaving a dizzying, slightly painful feeling in my head at being released from his steel like grasp.

It was alarming to say the least...

“As I said dear Cara, my mind is superior to your own. Quite a malleable subconscious you have in that pretty head...”

Another soft chuckle fills the air, my vision becoming slightly blurry for a moment.

It feels almost like...like my brain was being condescendingly kissed, or gently massaged and molded by his very long and masculine fingers.

I place my hands on the armrest, sinking even deeper into the cushions while he continues, feeling so good to just relax and listen to his voice.

“However, now that I have glimpsed your delicate mind I am aware that you have an interest in hypnotism...Tell me, dear Cara...How would you like to be hypnotized?”

I give my head a small shake, trying to snap myself out of it, but it feels impossible. It was like a warm, fuzzy blanket was wrapping around me, securing me in place and making me feel like I never wanted to leave his tent.

But I knew, even if on some deep instinctual level, that it was just a trick. He was doing some kind of mind game on me, I had plenty of consensual hypnotism sessions with my handsome guy, I didn’t need this bald creep sticking his mental fingers where they weren’t wanted.

“Hmmm...Hmmnnn...”

I sigh, my eyes gently rolling around for a moment as I struggled to refocus on his face.

“I...I don’t think so, Svengali. And...and how did you know...my...my name…?”

My voice was weak and submissive compared to his own, deep and commanding, exercising authority with each syllable, and I feel my heart race when he leans in closer, his reflection morphing across the translucent glass ball between us.

“The same way I know how to do this.”

With a wave of his hand, I suddenly find myself being thrown from my own body, sinking into a deep, dark recession of numbing, thoughtless tranquility, as if I were suddenly tossed into a deep sleep, surrounded by a dream beyond my control.

My eyes open as wide as they can, my pupils shrinking to the size of pinholes in a sea of my ocean blue irises. My mouth drops open, and I feel myself being pushed deeper into this recession of blank unknowing even further with another wave of his hand.

“You will give me your earrings. It is your idea.”

His voice commands me, coming from his lips but sounding as if the words were inside my now empty head, like the crashing of thunder, or the scream of a banshee on the night air, the noise surrounds me and becomes my world.

“I will give you my earrings. It’s my idea.”

This time I spoke in a flat, monotone whisper, my usually chirpy and girlish voice now devoid of any emotion.

My hands slowly reach up to the sides of my face, unclipping the small golden hoops hidden behind my hair, and I hold them out to him in my palms, the action of doing so completely beyond my control.

I couldn’t stop myself, nor could I really understand what I was doing, and my hands sink back down to the armrests as he takes them from me with an evil smile.

Snap!

My soul floods back inside myself when he clicks his fingers together in my face, my eyes fluttering rapidly before they fill with life once more, and I gradually find myself coming back in control of my own faculties.

I could everything...How he’d just waved his hand like he was doing the mind trick on me, making me repeat his words out and exercising a powerful authority over my thoughts. How I’d just handed him a pair of my favorite earrings without even realizing what I was doing, I had been guided by some mystical, dark force, puppeteering my actions.

“Hey! Give those back!”

I give my head a shake, chasing away the wrapping vines of his trance which continued to seep around my mind like thorny tendrils. I wanted to stand back up, but I just couldn’t find the energy to rise onto my feet. Something about this chair....I couldn’t escape its comfort no matter how much I wanted too.

It was just so easy to sit back and relax, letting it claim me in its soft embrace...

“I’m serious! I’ll scream, and my boyfriend will kick your ass!”

I shout at him, my expression becoming even angrier when he only chuckles with amusement.

“Is that so? You think your dashing little prince will come to your rescue?” He clicks his lips together, his voice whispering in faux sympathy.

Who the hell did this guy think he was? Hypnotizing and stealing from me? I was going to kick his ass myself if I could only...get...get out of this...damned chair...Ughh

“If you’ve really glimpsed my mind, then you already know how much he loves me, and how much stronger than you he is!”

I watch with infuriation in my gaze as he drops my gold earrings into his pocket, another wave of his hand causing the candles around us to extinguish, and casting the room into a frightening dark well.

“I know all about you, Cara. How easily entranced you are. How simple it is, for you to fall under a hypnotic spell. And that weak, girlish mind is going to make me a pretty penny...”

My heart becomes gripped by a cold fear, but I grit my teeth in defiance, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness. They squint as I make out the shape of his arm reaching beneath the table...

clink!

clink!

“Ahh!”

I let out a sharp, surprised cry when I feel a pair of cold metal restraints suddenly close around my wrists, chilling my bare skin, whilst another pair quickly locks tightly around my ankles.

clink!

clink!

A sinister chuckling fills the darkness, as I struggled against the restraints binding me, but they held me firmly in place. I was trapped, no matter how hard I fought against them, and with the warm inviting cushions beneath myself, it was like the chair was holding me in its seductive grasp.

“Now, let’s begin.”

The crystal ball begins to illuminate with a bright, white glow, and I can see the dark outline of his hands cascading around the orb like an inviting dance. The blinding light was all I could focus on, like an angler fish in the murky depths of the darkest sea, and soon it begins to rapidly blink over and over in a flashing strobe.

“W-what are you doing??”

The white light illuminates my anxious face with each flash, becoming more rapid and burning itself into my retinas. My pupils shrink to adjust, slightly wincing with every strobe that caught my soul like a light trap.

“Gaze into the crystal ball, my dear. Look deep, and relaxxx...Clear your mind, and let the light take you…”

His voice drones on in a much deeper whisper, and a gasp escapes from my lips when the flashing suddenly stops, being replaced by a large monochromatic swirl, slowly twisting and twirling around inside the orb before me like a wispy trail of smoke.

With each rotation of the spiral, it seems to break off into more, becoming a kaleidoscope pattern that drew me in. I found myself unable to look away, even trying to force my head to the side yielded no result.

“S…S-Stop….this…let….me…go…”

I was trapped before the spiral, transfixed by its hypnotic, inviting design, and despite my resistance, I soon found myself no longer wishing to look away.

“He’s...He’s hypnotizing me!!”

I think to myself with a whisper, the thought slowly slipping from my mind and disappearing into the warm, black and white helix before me. Like a whirlpooling twister, it was a tornado of thoughtless bliss, so easy to give in, there could only be surrender...

“Gaze deeper...And deeper...The spiral is all you know...All you can see. Feel yourself falling into its embrace...Give in, and let yourself...become hypnotized....”

“Haaaouuaa…”

My eyes wince again, desperately trying to look away with no success. Soon I stop fighting while they open wide and glaze over, my body slightly leaning forward while still restrained to the chair.

He was right, I was falling into the many spirals, twisting around and breaking off into multiple, mind numbing swirls.

I couldn’t look away...The spiral had me. I was...hypnotized...

Oh no...I was hypnotized....

“No...No I...I...Oohhhhh....”

I relax back deep into the cushions, my balled up fists opening to relax my open palms against the binding armrests. My eyelids begin to flutter, and my mouth hangs open, a bit of drool running down my chin.

Oh, where could my Enrique be? If only he’d save me from this man...What I would give to be in his arms right now, instead of this binding seat, comfortable as it may be!

“Gaze deeper...And deeper...You are hypnotized, Cara. Say it for me...I command it. I command your feeble mind as a conductor commands a symphony.”

His voice had a soft rhythm to it, and I could feel myself growing hazy and bubbly, everything around me becoming very dream-like as the world I knew faded from existence.

“I...am...hypnotized...”

The words come from my agape mouth without any effort on my end, as if they were my own. I couldn’t fight or resist this, I was totally at his hypnotic mercy.

“You are a foolish, weak minded girl, and now you are hypnotized...”

“I...I am..a foolish...weak...minded...girl...”

I let out a loud sigh, not wanting to repeat his words but finding it impossible to stop them from flowing past my tongue.

“I am....hypnotized....”

I continue to be pulled deep into the bright, morphing spiral, feeling almost like it was swirling around my brain like an ensnaring lasso. I had been hypnotized before but not....not against my will...

“E...enri..kayy....H....Hel..p...” I whisper out in a pitiful whimper, a dark, sinister chuckling my only response.

“Shhhh...The spiral is all you know...”

My fingers slightly twitch against the armrest, before relaxing again.

“The spiral...is all...I know....”

“You see only the spiral, and you hear only my voice...”

“I see...only the...spiral....I hear...only...your voice...”

As my head tilts to the side, my tongue lazily hangs from my mouth, drooling all over myself.

“You have fallen under my power...I have ensnared your small mind...”

“I...I have fall...en...under...your powwerrr...”

I let out a soft yawn, my eyes still refusing to close, only desiring to keep staring.

“You...you have...en...ssnared...m-my ssmall...mmind.....Oohhhuuaaaa...”

My chest rises and falls with each deep breath of the darkness kissed air, and soon, my blue eyes fade away, being replaced by the black and white swirling which fully encomes my vision.

I was under his control....I was hypnotized, and powerless...Just a thrall to the spiral…

My mind belonged to him now…

He lets out an evil, almost maniacal laugh at seeing my own gaze reflect the swirls, slowly spinning around clockwise in my vision, their monochrome design filling my head and numbing me further with each gentle, enticing spin.

With the press of a button, the restraints binding me quickly slide back inside the chair, the room gradually refilling with light once more. He places his hand onto the crystal ball, gently tapping it with his fingers as it becomes empty and translucent again.

But it didn’t matter. The trailing spiral was etched into my brain now, it was all I could see or know. All I knew was the spiral. All I knew was his voice.

“Rise up now, Cara. Rise up for the Master of your mind...”

I nod my expressionless face up and down to his words, slowly standing back up on my feet, my body stiff and at attention like an obedient soldier’s.

He steps out from around the desk, iring his hypnotic handiwork with an evil grin.

“Very good, Cara. You respond to my suggestions well. Let’s test just how deep you are.”

“Hmmmmmnnn...mmnnaa....” I drool, not a care in the world or a thought in my vacant head.

“When I snap my fingers, you shall become whatever I command you to be. Do you understand, slave?”

“Hhmmnn...Yess...Massterr...”

Snap!

“Duck!”

His snap echoes through my mind like the crack of a powerful whip, and instantly I squat down, flapping my arms like wings and waddling about in place.

“Quack! Quack quack!” I squawk out, completely unaware of what I was doing and oblivious to the humiliation being forced upon me.

“Quack quack quack! Quack quack!!”

My agape mouth soon becomes a smile, feeling an incredible rush at obeying his commands, similar to a powerful high, or an intoxicating burn of alcohol.

I no longer had any concerns at all, save to waddle around and look for bread, splashing my little elbows about as if I were in a small river or pond.

“Quack quack! Quack quack quack!!”

Snap!

“Dog!”

My body responds to the snapping of his fingers like some blissful puppet, interrupting my silly quacking and forcing me to drop down to my knees, holding my hands up like little paws.

“Arf arf!! Arf arf arf! Grrrr arf arf!!”

No longer was I a pond soaking bird, but rather a very happy retriever, shaking my butt back and forth as if it were my tail, content to bark and play. All I wanted was to obey my human master, it was my role in life as his pet, and I desperately wished to fulfill this role as best I could.

Deep within my subconscious I can hear him laughing, quite pleased with my degrading performance, and he steps a bit closer to pat my head.

“That’s a good, obedient little bitch. Now, back on your feet, Cara.”

“Arf arf arf!!!”

Snap!

My arms drop like wet noodles, and I instantly stand back up, my face becoming blank and mindless once more, the swirls in my eyes spinning around even faster with an overwhelming sensation of euphoria.

A river of drool trickles down onto my chest, staining my t-shirt and leaving me with an absolutely moronic expression. But I didn’t care. I was hypnotized. All I knew was the spiral and his voice, and I would obey his every command...

“Good girl. You seem to be quite deep, you’re very talented when it comes to going into trance and obeying. And doesn’t being hypnotized feel soo good, Cara? It’s so wonderful to give up your control to me…”

“Yeesszz......Maaszzter......hyyppnnnutyyzzeedd...Feeelllzzz...Ssssoo..........gooood...”

He lets out another maniacal laugh, taking my hair and forcefully tossing it behind my head with a chuckle.

“Now Cara, I want you to march around this room like the mindless, zombified slave you are.”

“Yesszz..Masszzztuurr...Zzzzzombbifffyyyeedd..”

“You belong to Master Spellbinder. You are my mesmerized thrall...”

Snap!

Like a bolt of lightning his clicking fingers seize me, and I raise my arms out before myself like Zombie-Cara, taking stiff, robotic steps around the room as if I were a wind up toy.

“I belong to Master Spellbinder...I am his mesmerized thrall...I belong to Master Spellbinder…I am his mesmerized thrall…”

I sigh out, still with no clue at all what I was doing, only knowing how good it felt to let this foreign power guide my every action. Step by robotic step I slowly march around the small tent in a circular motion, the hypnotist iring my blank expression and the swirls in my eyes each time I him.

“I belong to Master Spellbinder...I am his mindless thrall...”

Gradually I begin to slowly circle around wider, and when it looks like I’m about to walk into the shelf, he smirks, directing his hand towards me and moving it sideways, conducting my body around it like a puppet master.

“Come to me, Cara. Return to your Master.”

Snap!

I stop in place, turning around like a programmed automaton, and begin to slowly strut back towards my hypnotic master, my arms still extended out before me as far as I could stretch them.

“Yes Master Spellbinder...I hear and I obey....”

The top of my shirt is completely drenched in drool now, looking like I’ve just been splashed with a bucket of ice water. Oh, if only that were the case, I’d snap out of this seductive trance and punch his lights out!

“I hear and I obey...I hear and I obey...I hear and I obey...I hear and I—”

Snap!

With a soft ‘Ooohhuaaa’ I suddenly collapse into his arms, being hoisted up in a bridal carry as he gazes into my mesmerized face with sadistic giddiness. My swirling eyes slowly close shut, and a fountain of saliva spills from my lips.

I was deep, deep, asleep, hypnotized and helpless...My skin tingling with climactic euphoria which made my toes curl.

“Now my little hypno-bimbo, let’s get you out of these messy, unnecessary clothes...”

“Mmmmnnnuhhhh….”

He laughs, turning around to carry my limp body off behind the curtains, my blank mind unaware of what hypnotic evil he had in store for me next...

…

“Zzzzzzzz....”

My pitiful, feminine snoring fills the air, far away from the ‘Menacing Mind’ tent. My surroundings appear to be within a small warehouse, the dark forest trees blowing in the night wind just outside a small window, positioned in the corner whilst the full moon hangs in the sky like a white lamp.

I was completely stripped of my summer outfit, my clothes strewn about in a messy pile. If one could see me now, they would be shocked at what the sadistic villain has done to me!

Fully naked and strapped to an old, knife throwing board, my naked body was held in place by firm leather straps, pulling me out into an X position, a red spiral design trailing behind me in a circular motion.

My hair was now fastened up into a ponytail, my eyes rolling around beneath their shiny lids as I struggled to reopen them and pull myself free from the deep sleep I was under.

Eventually I’m able to come to, my mind swimming around in a mushy, fog like haze.

“Mm...Sausage with an espresso extra sugar pleazzee...”

I drone out, believing myself to be back in bed for a brief moment. My mouth felt extremely dry, my blue irises rolling around my head, crossing and uncrossing until the world begins to clear.

“......AGHH!!”

I cry, suddenly realizing myself to be in the compromising position I was in. I look to see my hands bound at their wrists, giving them as strong a tug as I could muster.

Looking down I find a similar set of tight restraints around my ankles, and I attempt to kick them free with a grunt.

But it was no use, I was totally bound and helpless, and completely naked like this only made me feel more weak and vulnerable, the night air kissing my bare flesh in a freezing smooch which made my teeth chatter and my nipples harden.

The last thing I ed was staring into that crystal ball, as the enticing spiral spun around and pulled me in. How strong its hold over me was, and how easy it had felt to give in and surrender to its power, letting my mind slip away into the mesmerizing vortex until everything just went blank.

I’m so caught up in my recollection of being hypnotized that I don’t notice the door opening, being startled back to reality by an amused wolf whistle, as I let out a surprised gasp.

“I’m afraid you’ll find no such breakfast here. But I do have a rather long sausage you may enjoy!”

I glance up from my restrained and naked body to see the Spellbinder, his face looking quite amused. I groan as I struggled harder against my leather straps, before giving up and sinking back against the wooden board.

“You bastard! What have you done with me?? Give me my clothes, and release me this instant!”

I demand of him, trying to put on a brave face, despite my helpless position and the anxiety creeping into my soul. He only shakes his head, continuing to grin as he pulls his hands from behind his back, and I feel my face flush red when I notice my panties dangling on the edge of his fingers.

“As you wish.~”

He laughs, giving my black underwear a sniff, before tossing them into my face. I release a sharp, loud, annoyed groan, shaking my head around and glaring daggers at my captor when they fall to the metallic floor beneath my hanging feet.

“What a lovely smell you have, Cara..”

His tongue emerges from his lips like a pink worm, and I struggle even more.

“Asshole!” I cry, trying desperately to rip myself free, and he grips my arms in his hands, forcing them back against the spiraling pattern.

“You’re definitely the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen tied to this board. Quite a foolish little ditz, what a lovely sight to behold a beautiful dove caged this way.”

He tilts his head back with a laugh, releasing his arms to slowly step back so he was standing in the center room.

“A beauty like you should fetch more than a fair price on the black market. Finally, I can leave this crappy little carnival behind, and it’s all thanks to you, my easily hypnotized minx.”

He turns back around to face me, and I can feel my heart sink at his words. So that was it then? He intended to sell me into slavery? No no no! I had to get out of here!

“And who knows? Perhaps you’ll be purchased by a Master as benevolent as I am!”

He laughs while my eyes dart to the small window above us, my exposed figure desperately thrashing around for freedom.

“Help! Help! Enrique help me, I’m in here!!”

I scream, the villain quickly rushing back over to cover my mouth with his hand.

“Please save m-mmffm!!”

“Shh. Be a good, quiet girl, and I won’t have to use the gag on you.” His stern face looks down into my eyes, and I let out a whimper before his powerful gaze.

I take a sharp inhale of air when he releases me, gasping when I feel myself slowly being rotated around.

“P-Please don’t do this! Just let me go, I-I won’t tell a soul!”

I plead with him, only getting another chuckle in response, and it isn’t long until I’m completely upside-down. I can feel his eyes staring into my pussy, naked and exposed for him, and I watch him lick his lips as he reaches inside his robe.

“On second thought Cara, if you’re in the mood to make some noise, I’d love to hear your squeals.”

I roll my eyes, glancing into his crotch before me while still giving my wrists and ankles the occasional, pointless jolt, silently praying they’d rip free and I’d be able to punch him right in the dick.

“God, please don’t pull out a vibrator...Or something even worse..”

I think to myself, my eyes darting upwards to watch him slowly pull a large, white feather from his pockets, running it playfully against my tummy and trailing it in teasing circles around my belly button and privates.

“W-what are you going to do with that..?”

He ignores my words, running the feather up my legs towards my feet. With a sadistic grin he begins to gently tickle the underside of my soles, and I immediately release a sharp, uncontrollable stream of laughter.

“AAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! NO NO STOP!! AAHAAAHAHAHA!!! HELP!!!”

My screaming increases with every moment of this torture, my toes curling whilst my ankles thrashed around against the restraints. The tickling only increases, and it isn’t long until I’ve completely devolved into a mess of involuntary laughter.

“AHAHA!! HELP ME!! SOMEONE-HAHA!!! SOMEONE HELP PLEA-AAHAHAHA..!!!!”

My mad giggling trails all the way outside, and it starts to become unbearable. It feels like I’m going to out from this, all the blood rushing down into my head.

“You want me to stop? Then beg. Beg me for mercy, girl.”

He runs the feather between my toes before ripping it across my soles, my eyes crossing in my head as I surrender to his demands. I mean, what choice did I have? I was at his mercy now...

“STOP!! STOP I-AHAHAHA!! I BEG YOU PLEASE STOP!! PLEASSZZZ-HAHAHA!! PLEASE I BEG YOU PLEASE-HAHA! I’LL DO ANYTHING! HAHAHA! NOOOHAHAHAHA!!!”

He seems quite satisfied with my response, continuing his torment of me for a little while longer before tucking the large feather back inside his cowl.

“Anything? Even...cum?”

He snaps his fingers, the familiar whiplike noise crashing inside my head, and I suddenly feel the pulsating of an orgasm swelling inside me. I grit my teeth, trying to fight against it, but it soon overwhelms me, and I let out an ecstatic cry as a pleasurable eruption forces my eyes to cross once more.

“Ahhhhouuuaaa!!! AHHHHOUUUUUAAA!!!!!”

Snap!

“Cum!”

“AHHHHHHHHHOUUUHHAAAAAAAA!!!!!”

Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!

Climax after steep climax assails me, digging deep into my pleasure center and feeling as though my mind was starting to melt. I ball my hands up into fists, shrieking and gasping as my pan repeatedly boils over, tossing my existence into an indescribable ecstasy each time.

I clench my fists, digging my long nails deep into my palms as I ride the repeating pulsating waves to the peak of their mind blowing climax. My skin burns red hot, sweat running down my panting body and meeting with my other fluids.

“HAAAAAAAOUUUHHAAAAA!!!!”

My pussy opens and squirts, my vaginal fluids spraying out like a sprinkler before slowly trailing down my tummy. Damn it, only my boyfriend has ever been able to make me squirt, and now this prick was causing me to with just a snap of his fingers.

“AAUUUOOUUAoouuu...AAH!”

I let out yet another surprised scream, when he gives the board a small shove, causing me to spin around in a circle a few times, my body vibrating against the wooden spiral.

As I come down from my sexual high and back into a semblance of equilibrium, I have to fight against a now growing nausea, my head feeling like a swirling pool.

“You...you...ugly...mother...fuck..er...”

I gasp out, glaring up at him from a sideways position and watching my privates continue to leak my love all over myself. He clicks his lips together in fake sympathy, lightly brushing a few loose hairs back into my ponytail.

“Aww, poor little Cara couldn’t control herself. Don’t worry, pet. That’s the typical reaction most women have in my presence.”

I pull some of the drool running sideways down my face back into my mouth, my angry glare suddenly disappearing into one of fear when he reopens his cowl to show me an array of sharp knives.

“Y-You....You don’t dare....” I whimper, watching him retrieve a small, gray colored cloth from his pocket.

“You have the most luscious lips I’ve seen, Cara. But I think that’s enough hollering from you. Go ahead and kiss that lucky gag for me.”

“No! No! You’ll fry for this you mad-mmmmfm..”

I give my head a small shake as he wraps the cloth around the bottom half of my face, shoving it deep inside my mouth and forcing it against the roof. I can feel tears welling in my eyes when he pulls his phone out, taking a few pictures of me like this whilst my cheeks burned impossibly red.

“Oooohh yess...Such a wonderful specimen. I knew when I saw your beauty that you were my ticket out of this dump!”

He tilts his head back and laughs, sliding his phone back inside his pocket while I just continue to glare at him with angry, tear filled eyes. There wasn’t much else I could do, besides just give him a look that could kill.

“Mmfmfmmm!! Mmffffmmffmm!!”

“An excellent point my dear. With a bit of hypnotism, you’ll be nice and compliant for your lucky buyer. But that doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with you first..~”

He chuckles as he gives the board another spin, a helpless muffled shriek coming from beneath my gag, feeling its bitter taste in my mouth and against my tongue.

I watch in horror as he steps back to the center of the room, smirking with a villainous evil and watching me slowly rotate around and around in dizzying circles.

He opens his cloak, pulling out a long, sharp knife, twirling it around playfully in the dim light so I could see my own frightened expression, before aiming it upwards, getting ready to toss it at me.

“Let’s hope I don’t hit that pretty face~”

“MMMMMMMMMFFFFFFMMM!!!!!”

I try to scream behind the cloth, as the sharp blade comes flying towards me, piercing the wood below my left armpit as I’m spun around and snipping away a few strands from my ponytail.

Thwap!

“MMMMM!!! MMMFMFFFMFFFMM!!!”

“Don’t struggle my dear. It only increases the chances I might hit something vital.” The villain taunts, greatly enjoying having me under his control like this.

He pulls out another long knife and gives it a throw, smirking to himself as it lands right beside my rotating hip, piercing the wood next to me so closely, if I had been wearing my clothes still the fabric would have been torn.

Thwap! Thwap!

“MMMMFFFHH!! MMMMFFMFMFF!!!”

A second knife quickly lands on the other side of my hip, only barely missing me, and causing me to desperately shriek beneath my gag.

I was spinning around so fast, everything was becoming a blur, only just barely making out the many razor-sharp talons as they all land in various places around me, this cruel universe at least granting me the kindness to not have been seriously hurt by any of them.

There were tears streaming down my face now, I could feel the blade’s cool metal against my skin, but my pathetic whimpering only serves to further amuse my captor. I try to scream even louder when another blade lands right between my legs, just barely missing my fuzzy wet girlhood.

“MMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFMFMFFF!!!!!”

He continues to torment me like this for what feels like an eternity, tossing knife after knife at my body, which heaves with muffled sobs as I rotate around in circles.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

Thankfully all of them miss me, only piercing through the spinning board I was bound to, but

my expression becomes even more terrified when the last, final knife lands right beside my face.

My eyes open wide as they can, before fluttering and rolling up into my head as I feel myself beginning to faint...

It was all too much for me, the world growing darker and darker as my skin and head tingled with numbness, slowly closing down and sinking into a dark ocean....

Smack!

“HHHMMMMFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!”

I regain consciousness and cry out when I feel a sharp slap against my face, my cheek burning from his violent touch.

“Na ah ah my dear. We’re still not finished yet.”

He grips the board tightly in his hand, making me stop back at his eye level.

Finally, I didn’t know how much more of that dreaded spinning I could take, it was making me feel nauseous and dizzy, though his perverse glare is a less than ideal thing to refocus on.

“Mmffmfmfmffmmmff!!” I try and swear to him, my eyes filling with wet, fiery anger, but he only continues to laugh, greatly relishing every moment of having me helpless in his power.

“Don’t need a translator for that. But don’t worry, sweet Cara. I’ll soon have you back under a deep, deep sleep...”

He rips the cloth from my mouth, letting it fall down to my neck as I pant and gasp the sweet air back inside my lungs.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!? My boyfriend is going to kill you when he finds me!”

I shout right in his amused face, getting ready to scream my head off, only to feel my wrathful energy quickly dissipate when he retrieves a shiny, gold pocket watch, dangling it right before my face.

“Foolish girl, you’ll never see or think about your stupid boyfriend ever again once I’m done with you!”

He yells at me, and I feel even more tears welling in my eyes, running down my face with a soft sniff, trying to fight or blink them back only increasing their stream.

“It’s not true! I’ll never forget how much I love him! He is twelve times the man you could ever be!!”

I stammer out defiantly between sobs, already feeling my eyes being pulled along with the watch as it gently sways back and forth...

“We’ll see about that. For now though, keep your eyes on the watch, and relaxxx...”

His voice drops to a whisper, feeling incredibly relaxing and mind numbing when it infiltrates through my ears. I can’t help but study the watches ticking hands, circling around inside the pretty golden trinket and inviting me to lose myself...

“Nooo....”

My eyes wince as I try to pull them away from the swinging watch, but it was too late. I’ve already fallen under its magnetic sway, my blue irises involuntarily darting back and forth with each swing.

“You...you can’t...hypno...tizzee...mee....Oohh...”

“But I can. And I have. You were born to be hypnotized, Cara. The perfect submissive subject. Just follow the watch, relax, and let your mind clear of all thoughts...”

tick…tick…tick…tick…

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t bring myself to look away from the watch. I was totally hypnotized by it, fixated by its magnificent design, each swing like a warm hug wrapping around my soul.

“F-Follow...the...w-watch....”

“Yesss...Thatsss a good girl...Surrender to my voice...Surrender to my power...”

“N-No!...I...I have...to...follow..theee...wattcchhh..”

I shake my head, snapping myself out of it only briefly, falling back down into the watch’s hypnotic sway once my eyes lock onto its brilliant design again.

A swinging pocket watch was actually my favorite way to be hypnotized, a fact I wasn’t entirely sure he was privy to, but it made my submission even easier, and soon, I can feel myself growing damp to the hypnotic tool...

“There is only the watch...you can’t look away...”

“C-Can’t...look...a-awayy...”

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

“Letting go...Giving yourself to me...Let me hypnotize you, Cara...You want to be hypnotized...You want to be controlled...”

My pussy opens and drips with excitement, while my mind completely empties, vanished into a hazy, misty void of tranquility. I could no longer form my own thoughts, even within my own head, everything around me becoming a fuzzy whiteness.

“Yessz...I...want...to..be...hypno...tized...”

“That’s it my dear..Relaxx, and let go...It feels so good to submit...Feels so good to let me take control...”

“Feels....so...good...let you...take...con...troll...”

“You are hypnotized, sweet Cara. Hypnotized, and obedient to me. You are under a powerful hypnotic trance, giving yourself to my authority over you.”

Eventually my eyes instinctively stop following the swinging watch, staring off forward into nothing as my pupils shrink.

“Hypnotic...trance...give...myself...to your...auth...authori..tyy...over...me...”

“You are falling even deeper under my spell. Your mind is under my control.”

“I am...falling...deeper....my....my mind....is under...your...controlll...”

“That’s it, Cara. Just surrender. And it feels sooo good to obey me.”

“It...feels...good...to...obey...youu....Uuhh...”

My mouth drops open, my body stiffening into the tight leather restraints while the golden watch continues to before my blissfully blank expression.

“You are under my power, Cara...You will obey my every command...”

“Y-Yes Master. I am under your...power. I will obey...your...every...command.”

My voice was completely monotone, while his continues to be rather mystic and soothing, whispering to my subdued subconscious with an almost playfully dominant tone.

“Such a feeble minded beauty you are.”

“Such a...feeble minded...beauty...I am..”

“You would be honored to serve as a slave.”

“I would...be honored...to serve...as a...slave....”

“You want to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.”

“I want...to be auctioned off...to the highest bidder....”

The watch stops swinging before my mesmerized face, disappearing into the confines of his pocket, and he looks at my blank and compliant expression with joy.

He waves his hand across my wide, thoughtless eyes a few times, smirking when he gets no reaction.

“Very good, Cara. You want to be a slave. You want to be purchased as a slave.”

“Yes Master....I want...to be a slave...I want...to be purchased...as a slave....”

He has a very evil expression on his face now, the front of his pants beginning to rise up...

“You want to serve your Master’s every need and desire, especially in the bedroom.”

“I want...to serve...my Master’s every need...and desire...especially in...the...the bedroom....”

“You will allow him to enter you any time he wants. You will have sex with him whenever he commands you.”

“I will allow...him...to enter me...any time he...wants....I will have sex...with him...whenever he...commands...me.”

The top button of his jeans quite literally pops open at the growing excitement he was feeling, reaching down to gently massage his member through the fabric, increasing in length with each second of my submission.

“Ahh, that’s a good girl. But first sweet Cara, you are going to have sex with me.”

“Yes...Master. I am a good...girl....I am going...to have...sex...with you.”

His heart is thumping inside his chest as he becomes fully erect, so caught up in his lustful desires for me that he doesn’t notice the door behind him slowly creaking open...

“Yesss....I’m going to enjoy this, Cara. You don’t know how lucky you are, only a handful of women have ever experienced the pleasure I have to offer...”

He licks his lips, sweat trailing down his face as he grips the board, giving me another spin. My mindlessly body rotates around in circles over and over as he steps back, never taking his eyes off me. It was almost like he was hypnotized by my spinning nakedness...

“I’m gonna fuck your little brains out, slave girl!”

WHACK!!

His dominant spiel is interrupted by a fist suddenly flying into the side of his head, sending him falling to the ground with a surprised yelp as he sees stars, his cock instantly deflating.

“Not if I fuck your’s first.”

He quickly turns around, bleeding profusely down his face and stares up at the image of Enrique, my handsome stud, standing there with balled up fists and a look of fiery vengeance in his hazel eyes.

“I’m the only one who gets to hypnotize her.”

“Ohhhhhh....” He groans, turning around onto his back and holding his hands up defensively.

“Ohh uhh, are you her boyfriend? Shit, look man, I-I wasn’t trying t—”

WHAM!!

Enrique kicks him right in his mouth, his head falling back to the metallic floor with a thud. For the first time in his life, he feels true fear. Now he was the one who was powerless, and at another’s mercy.

“P-Please, I didn’t—”

BAM!!

He’s interrupted by another fist flying into his face, completely breaking his nose which sprays blood down into his mouth, tears running down his red, bloody profile.

“You think you can fuck with me, and hurt my girl?!?”

He shouts, gripping the front of his shirt to pull him upwards and punch him again, the defeated villain falling back down to the floor, all whilst I continued to spin around behind them in a blissful, unaware trance.

He throws a punch into Enrique’s stomach, but it only seems to infuriate him even more. When his arm rises up to block his incoming attacks, my boyfriend easily swats it away with his fists, placing his foot atop his chest and applying pressure with his heel.

“You touch my girlfriend, and I touch your face ten times harder.”

With that he assaults the Spellbinder’s jaw and face with a flurry of punches, the villain’s consciousness slowly slipping away as he stares up at my hero from a pool of his own blood and spit.

“Cara is mine. She’s under MY protection. You’re lucky it’s illegal to kill you because these woods would be the perfect resting place for your rotting corpse.”

He writhes around in agony, just barely making out the words from my rescuer before his mind starts to fully slip away into a cold, black pool of darkness.

He begins to sputter out a response, spraying blood and saliva everywhere from his cut lips.

“O-okay man, s-shes yours, you’ve got it, I won’t touch—”

WHACKK!!!

“Unnnghhh....”

His head tilts to the side with one final punch, a multitude of his own teeth flying across the room like little red stones.

Enrique lets out a few, exacerbated breaths, feeling his heart continue to thump loudy in his ears, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He turns his head to glance back towards myself, still spinning around and around with a mindless expression.

“Stay down, loser.”

He tells him, only getting a few gurgled sighs in response, and steps over the unconscious villain, quickly rushing to me.

“Cara...” He says my name, stopping the spinning board in his hands and turning it so we were face to face.

“Cara...Sweetheart...Can you hear me??”

He looks into my mindless face with concern, his own becoming angry again for a moment when he glances at the restraints holding me.

He rubs his sore knuckles, before lightly touching my face.

“Yes...Master. I am...a good...girl. I am...going...to have sex...with you.”

He lets out a sigh at my words, just relieved that I was alright, and affectionately touches his forehead to mine.

“...I thought...I thought I’d lost you...” He sniffs, blinking back his tears with a smile.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulls his phone out, greeted by the wallpaper of myself laying on the hood of his car in his favorite bikini.

I was looking to the camera with a flirty smile, a sharp contrast to my currently entranced face, while laying back and squishing a large sponge in my hands above me, letting the soapy suds trail down onto my exposed body.

He unlocks his phone, and places it right before my face, crossing his fingers in the hopes this would work...

FLASH!

FLASH!

Instantly my eyes fill with the sudden light, cutting through my hazy mind and causing them to flutter and relax, filling with life once more.

My pupils return to their normal size, and I let out a groan, feeling like I’ve just woken up from an incredibly deep sleep, slightly confused as to why I felt so dizzy.

But a large smile comes to my face when I see my boyfriend before me, feeling a powerful desire within my soul to break free so I could hug him.

“Enrique!!” I shout, my beaming face leaning closer to nuzzle his nose. I look down to the unconscious Spellbinder, totally thrashed and put in his place where he belongs by my amazing boyfriend.

“I should have figured you were in a trance somewhere. Come on beautiful, let’s get you out of this!”

He kisses my happy, smiling face, before fussing about with the leather around my wrists and ankles, taking a few minutes to free me, and I can’t stop myself from leaping into his arms.

“You saved me!!”

I happily cry, tears running down my beaming expression which I bury into his chest, gripping him tightly and feeling him wrap his arms around me.

“Hey, I might not be Agent Crossfire, but I still don’t mind coming to your rescue, girlscout.”

He chuckles, giving the top of my head a few kisses while gently stroking my ponytail through his fingers.

“You saved me..” I happily sigh out again, rubbing my head against him and giving myself to his warm protection. This was exactly where I wanted to be, safe and secured in his arms.

My wrists and ankles are slightly red, and I give another soft sniff into his shirt, looking up to gaze into those beautiful hazel eyes.

“Of course I did, Cara. I’ll always protect you. You’re my girl…I love you.”

My smile widens at his sweet words, even more tears swelling in my eyes. I grip onto his shirt tightly, never wanting to let go, and stand on my tip toes to lean into his face.

“Oh Enrique...I’ll always be your girl, I love you too!!”

There’s nothing on earth that can stop our lips from meeting in a sweet, sexy dance of ion. The small, isolated warehouse in the forest fills with the sounds of our smooching, our love for one another driving us to kiss harder than we ever have before.

Eventually our lips part, and I giggle as I place one more on his cheek. He takes off his flannel to wrap it around me, covering up my nakedness.

“My hero!”

With my hand in his, we start for the exit, before I suddenly stop in my tracks.

“Oh, give me one second.”

I quickly rush over to the Spellbinder’s unconscious body, hearing him let out a painful yelp when I apply a kick to his deflated groin.

“You see that in your future, asshole??”

...

I look down to the burning cigarette between my fingers, taking a long drag and relaxing myself against the side of the cruiser, glancing back up towards my boyfriend chatting with the police a few feet away.

I can see the Spellbinder being shoved into the back of one of their cars, his hands cuffed behind his back while his swollen face looked down in shame. He tries to make his case, but the police aren’t having it, and his voice just comes out as unintelligible blubbering anyway.

“Yep, that’s him. Bald, cowl, goatee, real Emperor Ming vibe going on.”

My bf tells the officers, one of them scribbling down onto a notepad.

“Interesting. So we’ve got a kidnapping charge, unlawful restraint, thought intrusion without a CIA approved license...anything else?”

“....You know, I think I heard him mention something about having expired tags on his pl—”

“WHAT?!?!”

Instantly the officer drops his notepad, a look of shock and horror coming over his face as he quickly reaches for his walkie.

“Get me the chief, stat!! It’s an emergency!!”

...

I let out a sigh, ashing my cigarette in the empty coffee cup I was holding. My blue eyes glance towards the fairground in the distance, now completely dark and lifeless, before trailing off to the woods, losing myself in my thoughts.

It’s been an eventful day to say the least. Kidnapped, hypnotized, and fucked with like that.

I could scarcely believe that I’d almost been sold off into slavery, but the rather embarrassing pictures he’d taken of me would be more than enough to put him behind bars. He wouldn’t be hurting me or any other girls ever again! And it was all thanks to my amazing boyfriend, who totally saved the day, and my ass.

Enrique and I already had a very strong relationship, but after all this, it would only grow stronger, so at least there was another positive. And despite everything that’s happened to me, I still loved hypnosis, and I couldn’t wait to get back home and thank him the best way I knew how.

But from now on, he was the only person I wanted to place me under a trance.

“Do you have an ID?”

I’m pulled from my thoughts by an officer approaching me, glancing upwards at my tired expression in the reflection of his night-time sunglasses.

“Do you have ID for me?”

I watch two more officers slowly approach and circle around me, their faces etched with a mindlessness that would have rivaled even my own.

“Can I see your ID?”

“Do you have your ID with you?”

“ID? Can I see some ID?”

They all squawk at me like thoughtless pigeons. I set my cup down on the cruiser hood, feeling a smile come to me when Enrique walks up and wraps another blanket around my shoulders.

He puts his arm around me, kissing my head as I rest it against his chest, and we begin to depart the flashing red and blue scene.

“I’m so glad you’re safe, babe. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.”

I smile even wider at his words, closing my eyes and letting him guide me with his comforting arm.

When I reopen them, I can feel them welling with tears again, greeted by the black plush kitten being held out to me, clutching the picture reel of us kissing in his tiny felt paws.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

I whisper, taking the kitten and our pictures as I feel him hug me even tighter in his grasp. When we approach his car, I let out a sleepy yawn, nuzzling myself deeper into his strong grasp and feeling ready to put the events of today behind me.

“Come on, beautiful, let’s head home. What do you say we relax with a little Jafar roleplay? My treat.”

He asks me with a grin, and I look up to return his smile, already feeling my heart race faster as I tightly clutched the kitten plush in my hands with excitement.

“You’ve read my mind~”

Epilogue:

I was quietly humming to myself, taking some laundry from a small wicker basket and gently folding it on my couch, enjoying the freshly cleaned warmth in my hands.

It’s been a week since my encounter with the Spellbinder and his ‘Menacing Mind’ tent, and after using a bit of hypnosis with my boyfriend, the traumatic event now seems like a distant, forgotten dream to me. I barely even ed what had happened, only that he’d come to my rescue like the amazing hero he was!

I giggle to myself, continuing to fold the laundry out before me, blissfully unaware that a pair of eyes were busy stalking me from the shadows.

“Hm hmm hm hmm...”

My unattentive humming continues, oblivious to the feet slowly creeping closer towards me across our carpeted floor.

I finish folding my shorts, and place them down next to my boyfriend’s jeans, when I suddenly feel a black cowl wrap around me, my body being quickly yanked back into a powerful, masculine grasp.

“You are mine, Cara.”

I let out a surprised gasp, titling my head to see Enrique clad in a vampire’s cloak from a Halloween store. A happy giggle escapes my lips, letting myself relax and fall back further into his sexy arms.

“Oh no! I’m caught by this handsome vampire!”

I giggle, my heart rate accelerating at his touch. It was the best feeling in the world to be in his incredible grasp like this.

“Cara my sweet, I have you now. You are in my power, my beautiful mortal.”

“Why Lord Nefastus, what a surprise! You’ve got me at your mercy~”

He tilts me back as if we were in a sexy dance, and I give my hair a playful little swish, tilting my head to the side and fully exposing my neck to him.

“Now Countess, you shall become my undead Queen of the Night!”

He exclaims with a tone of his own excitement, quickly leaning down to take a sharp bite of my neck. Instantly I feel turned on, moaning and rolling my eyes up into my head.

He sucks my skin into his mouth, biting down even harder, sure to leave a hickey. My toes curl as I gasp, feeling myself growing damper by the second....

“OHHhhh..~”

....

“Mmmmm....”

My lips part in a pleasurable moan, sighing in absolute bliss. I place my hands onto my boyfriend’s shoulders, straddling him and gently rubbing my crotch against his quickly growing member.

We were in the jacuzzi outside, the feeling of his wonderful touch mixed with the relaxing warm water against my skin beyond heavenly. As I rub and grind against his hard cock hidden beneath his shorts, I notice his face wincing with unbearable pleasure, his manhood screaming to enter me.

“Like my bikini?” I giggle, gesturing to the small black top on my chest, decorated with white cobwebs and skulls. He runs his hands across my boobs with a sigh, causing me to moan even louder when he begins massaging them.

“You’re...You’re so beautiful, Cara...”

He whispers, rubbing my nipples through the fabric while hearts formed in his hazel eyes. I take my hand from his shoulder to teasingly rub it against his fully hard cock with a giggle.

I give the top of his shorts a little tug, glancing to my side to notice the empty wine glasses, resting next to a half empty bottle of champagne. When I look back I see his smile widen, feeling my heart thump inside my chest and my vagina open wide with excitement once his shorts float to the top of the bubbly water.

With a grin I reach beneath the warmth to slide my own bottoms off, gently wading myself back onto his lap and relaxing onto him cowgirl style.

“Take me Enrique...Take me...”

I whisper into his ears, my pitch black bottoms floating up to rest beside his shorts. I can feel the relaxing bubbles entering me, tickling against my vulva and clitoris, and a loud gasp escapes from my lips as I slide myself down onto his huge, waiting cock...

“OOhhhaaa...!!”

My eyes cross, rolling up far into my head as they close, and I can’t stop from giving myself to him. My nails dig deeper into his sexy, broad, tan shoulders, thrusting his manhood inside me and stretching out my soft pink walls.

He grips my hips tightly in his big, masculine hands, guiding me as I bounced myself up and down, the water around us splashing as we fucked harder and faster. I can feel the head of his cock pressing into my anterior wall, greeting my spot with a pulsating thump again and again.

“OOOOHHHAAA!!! Mmmmm...!!!!”

My wet top slips down my breasts, letting nature guide our actions as I take him over and over, squealing uncontrollably in hot ionate ecstasy.

Up and down I rise his stick, feeling so wonderful to have him inside me, it was almost second nature to bounce myself, so horny, so turned on by him, and his amazing skill.

Our breathing syncs as our hearts race, burning ion forming between us like sexual magma. Soon I can tell that he was close by the look on his face, and I couldn’t wait to feel him finish in me. I wasn’t on any pill but…I didn’t care, especially not in this moment.

“B-Babe...I-I’m going...I’m going to...t-too...Ah!!”

Eventually his thrusting becomes even faster, giving himself to the lustful fire within, and with a loud gasp I feel his love spraying my insides, gripping my hips unbelievably tight as I happily continue my bouncing.

When my eyes reopen, I can see the sweat running down his face, a small smile as I gazed deep into those beautiful hazel eyes.

“Sorry, it’s just...you’re so good at this...” He gasps out between heavy pants, and I smile as I kiss his lips.

“It’s okay! Keep going! I’m so close!”

I pump myself up and down faster and faster, feeling the incredible pulsating of an orgasmic wave forming within me. My eyes cross even further, a bit of drool leaking from my mouth while I moaned my ecstasy.

“You’re so good at making me cum…”

He smiles as he runs his hands up my back, helping me thrust myself onto him faster, and with a playful look in his eyes, he slowly raises his dripping wet fingers up to my ear.

“Orgasm now!”

Snap!

He commands me, and I throw my head back, a volcanic explosion of pleasure erupting from inside my girlhood. It was like a firework of unbelievable jittery excitement!

“Orgasm now!”

Snap!

“OHHHHHUUUUAAAAAA..!!!!!!”

“Orgasm now!”

Snap!

I can feel multiple tidal waves pulsing, and all I can do is surrender and give myself to the orgasmic waves. I scream his name, my bouncing coming to a halt as I fall down onto his soaking wet chest with a chorus of excited gasps and squeals.

“AH-AHHHOUUUHHHHAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!!!”

My brain melts into messy heaven, my skin burning with happy, pleasure induced tingles. The orgasmic afterglow continues to increase its warm embrace over me, letting myself sink even deeper into his body as his arms wrap around me.

“Oohhhaa...Aahhh...Mmmmmnnnnnaaa....”

He holds me tightly against himself, hugging me and enjoying the feeling of our naked bodies pressed against each other. I release another sigh as my eyes close, envisioning a pulsing warmth in my mind as I sink deep down into euphoria.

“Good girl, Cara. I always love making you finish like that~”

I can hear him whisper to my ear, and I reply with a moan, nuzzling my head against him. We sit like this in the jacuzzi for another hour or so, cuddling each other, and just enjoying our mutual post coitus high....

“Zzzzzz....”

It isn’t long until I doze off, my boyfriend chuckling as he gently strokes my hair and gives me soft kisses against my cheek.

He removes my bikini top so that I was completely nude, careful not to wake me, and scoops me up into his arms, musing for a moment how our new jacuzzi needs to be washed again while he rises up out of its bubbly confines. But it could wait. For now his focus was on me, our love for one another, and how grateful we were to have found each other.

Our hearts have collided in a perfect, hypnotic union.

Our soaking wet bodies drip as he carries me back inside, setting me down onto a large open towel on our bed. He smiles even wider, listening to my cute little snores, and once he’s wrapped himself up, he lays down beside me.

“Besst...Boyfrennn...Mmevurr....nnnn...”

I murmur out in deep, trance like sleep, my eyes darting back and forth beneath their lids and feeling so fucking amazing in this moment.

“So….sooo…han…summ….”

He touches my cheek, iring my adorable sleeping face. With another soft kiss, he puts his arm around me, massaging my back through the towel as he leans in closer, my light breathing tickling his face.

“And you’re the most Bewitching girlfriend ever!”