The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

A brief Introduction:

I’ve had this idea for years. It just took me a long time to get to the place where I could execute. Once I was in the position to move forward on my plan, I looked over my list of potential acquisitions and finished all the preparation, which took about 6 months. All told, it took 7 years for my idea to go from concept to implementation, but as I walked among all the rooms I had built for my collection, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought that it wouldn’t be long before they were all filled.

Her name is Linda, and I met her at a social club that I go to weekly. I won’t go into the details of the club, because they’re not important, but I was immediately astounded at this woman’s beauty the first time she walked in the room. The club is an informal gathering, so she wasn’t wearing anything really noteworthy, just some jeans that weren’t loose, but certainly weren’t painted on, tennis shoes and a shirt.

Two things stuck out on her that almost literally froze me in my tracks. (I did stop all movement, but at no time was there an icy coating that covered me and kept me from moving) The first thing I noticed was her face. She is just an absolute beauty. She reminds me of an actress, one that I won’t name, but the funny thing is that just a few weeks prior, I was thinking how that actress would be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen if she had a better body. Her body isn’t bad, but it could use some more curves. Well, Linda could pass as this actress’ sister and immediately after noticing the beauty of her face, I saw that her body was incredible.

There are three curves on a woman that drive men crazy, actually four, but the fourth has become more popular over the last 15 years and is not embraced by men as much as the other three, so I’ll only describe those. In no particular order, this all depends on a man’s taste, the first is the hip to waist curve. If a guy is looking straight at a woman and her hips have a great curve that move inward as his eyes move up, that curve alone can get a lot of guys hard in an instant. The second is the curve of the calf. Everyone knows it, that’s why shoe companies spend billions of dollars a year on high heels, and that’s why women go through the torture of squeezing her foot into one and elevating herself two to six inches. If you’re a leg man, that curve will keep you awake at night. The last curve is formed by the breasts. The thing about that curve is that it’s not the one seen from the front. Sure, there’s a great curve there and the more cleavage a guy can see, the better, but the curve that brings a better appeal is viewed from a profile shot. From that angle, if the breasts form an amazing curve that abruptly ends in a firm, flat stomach, that’ll have every guy’s attention and will haunt him his every waking moment. Linda has THAT curve.

Her hip to waist curve wasn’t bad. It wasn’t spectacular, but there was certainly a curve worth appreciating, and I couldn’t judge how her calf curve was, with the jeans and all, but her breast curve was spectacular. I’m guessing her breasts are at least a D, and perhaps a DD, and they curve amazingly to a what I can only imagine is a firm, tight abdomen. Linda is 5′5″ with long dark hair and an olive complexion that is a natural year-round tan. As I watched her, I saw in her gorgeous brown eyes, a keen intellect and a hint of mischief.

That first time I had seen her has been years ago, and I’ve gotten to know her pretty well as I’ve seen her every week since. Now here’s the thing that has driven me crazy, and that is, that she’s been with a guy, and in fact, married to him. That a beautiful woman is taken is no surprise, but this guy she’s with is absolutely shocking when you see them together. Where she’s a 9+, a 10 in my book, he is, at best a 6, probably a 5, and is an inch shorter than her. It drives me bananas that she’s with him and I wonder how he did it. My only conclusion is that he’s had to have, at some point, slipped her some mind-altering drugs or hypnotized her into believing he’s worth her time.

Over the years, as I’ve come to know her, I’ve learned that she is very intelligent and is heavily into fitness, especially running. And the running has made her legs look heavenly. The curve on her calves are there without her having to wear heels, and they’re not that overly developed calves that some fitness buffs have, you know the ones, the ones that look a bit too prominent and almost unnatural. Her legs are extraordinary, as I’ve admired them when she’d wear shorts. The fact of the matter is, her legs are lickable, which can be started in either place, either high up on the thigh and coming down and ending up sucking on the calf or starting at the calf and sliding your tongue up, pausing to nibble on her thighs and going further to give her some ecstasy.

This is Linda, amazing legs, beautiful face, gorgeous breasts. It’s time she becomes mine.

The Acquisition:

As I’ve said, I’ve known her for a few years now, both inside the club and outside. We’ve developed a proper friendship based on some common interests, and I’ve shown no hint of threat to her husband. Having been to their home a few times for parties and such, I know the layout of the house, and I’ve learned the schedules they keep, and how he will go out of town, from time to time, for business. In one of the times spending with her and some friends, I was able to get a hold of her keys and make an impression of her house key. With everything else in place, I decide to choose the day when I’ll grab her. Realistically, it could be pretty much any day, and I know she gets home at least 2 hours before her husband does, so it’s just making sure they stay on schedule to ensure there are no hiccups.

The day arrives, and I’m so excited, I’m jittery. Months ago, I had purchased a used utility van, cash, and had some fake tags put on it, so that it doesn’t tie me to it and I won’t attract attention from local law enforcement. On the side, I have it advertised as a dry cleaning service. I get dressed in my dry cleaning uniform, hop in the van, and head over to her house. I arrive there about 90 minutes before she’s due to arrive and backup in the driveway. Being careful about any watchful neighbors, which there are none, I get out and unload the big, rolling laundry bin off the truck and head straight for the house. Unlocking the door, I immediately enter and run to the door that leads to the garage to open the garage. Hitting the button that opens the garage, I wait until it opens and then push the laundry bin inside. Closing the garage door and running outside, I jump in the van and move it to the street, a few houses down from hers. I get out of the van and casually walk to her house and open the door.

Inside!

I lock the door, and run over to the garage and push the bin indoors. I look at my watch, 75 minutes away. Yes, I’m early, but I’d rather have this hour to get ready and settled instead of scrambling at the last minute. I know exactly where I’ll be hiding and I place the bin near the kitchen. It’ll be one of the first things she’ll see after she walks through the short hallway from the garage. It’ll be sure to make her stop and stare, which will give me all the time I need. I pull out all the supplies I need from the bin and take off my heavy duty gloves and throw them in. Having surgical gloves underneath, I now have the ability to feel what I touch without leaving any fingerprints. I then take off the fake beard and pull off the thick glasses, I lay those next to where I’ll be hiding. Checking my watch, I run upstairs and start going through her drawers and begin pulling various items of clothing, from underwear and nylons to shorts and shirts. Those, too, go in the bin. I put the pullover mask on top of my head, place the contents I’ll need by my side, take a deep breath and wait.

The time goes slowly, but finally, I hear the garage begin to open. Pulling the hood over my face, I pick up the Taser, turn it on and wait until I hear the door to the house open. It opens and I can hear she’s wearing heals as I hear them loudly on the tile in the hallway. She comes out of the hallway and heads for the kitchen and stops. That’s all I needed. I sneak up on her, admiring what she’s wearing, a relatively short black skirt and a dark blue blouse that has one large strap off the shoulder. She begins to say something, but it’s too late. I press the Taser against her waist and give her a shock. She gives a small shriek as her body jolts, and I quickly put my arm around her waist as her beautiful legs give out and her gorgeous figure goes limp in my arms. I gently lay her down. Her eyes are open and she’s aware of what’s going on, but her body won’t cooperate, so I know I have a few moments. I casually walk over to the place where I was hiding and pick up my other supplies and walk back towards her. Standing over this amazing beauty, I open up the bottle and pour the contents into a mask, one like the ones that painters or gardeners wear. Making sure I put enough on the mask, I then gently place the mask on her beautiful face. Her eyes go wide as she’s becoming more aware of the trouble she’s in and she tries to struggle. Her struggles are weak, her sweet voice gently protests as I see the chloroform begin to take effect. After a few moments, her beautiful eyes go hazy, her eyelids start drooping, and I kneel down and place my hand on her breast and gently squeeze. That brings her momentarily to awareness and her eyes pop open and she vocally protests a bit, and then fighting for air, she takes a deep breath. Her breasts rise, with my hand still on one, her eyes glaze over as she lets out a sigh. Continuing to squeeze her breast, I watch as her eyes struggle to stay open and soon they begin to roll up under a half closed lid as she takes another deep breath and sighs.

She’s out!

I squeeze her breast a little more and then place my thumb on her eyelid and lift it up. Her eye is rolled up and shows no sign of awareness. I wait a few more moments to have her breathe a bit more of the chloroform and then I lift the mask off her face, take the mask off my face and lean over and gently kiss her lips. Putting her mask in a Ziploc bag, and placing that, my mask, the Taser and the chloroform bottle into a handbag, I place that near the bin and approach my sleeping beauty. I sit her up and place my hand behind her head. She’s now sitting up with head nodding forward. Holding her hands, I crouch down and in one fell swoop, lift her to her feet and place her over my shoulder. Ohhhh, she feels amazing in my arms. I walk over to a mirror and admire the way she looks slumped over my shoulders. I run my hands up and down her smooth legs and admire the upskirt view in the mirror. I carry her to the bin and carefully lay her in it. I then cover her with a thin sheet, and walk back to my fake beard and glasses and put them on. Picking up the handbag, I roll the bin into the garage. Then, I go through the house, through the front door and casually walk to the van. Putting the handbag in the passenger seat, I start up the van and back it into the driveway. I hop out of the van and walk back into the house, lock the door after entering and go back into the garage and open it up. I lower the ramp on the back of the van, open the doors and roll the bin onto the ramp and elevate it. I then roll the bin into the van and jump out and run into the garage and hit the button for the door to close and rush out before it shuts. I then reposition the ramp into its original position, get in the back of the van and close the doors behind me. Inside, I secure the bin so it’s not moving a bit when I’m driving. I then climb into the driver’s seat, start the van and drive away, with my precious cargo.

On my way back home, I turn into a street that I know is devoid of any activity. There are no houses around, just a bunch of empty offices that at one time had been occupied by businesses. By this time, it’s getting a little dark and the first thing I do is take off the beard and glasses. I then jump out and pull off the dry cleaning advertising off the truck. Next, I climb in the back to check on my prize. I pull the sheet back and notice she’s stirring. I grab the handbag from the passenger seat, pull the Ziploc out and grab her mask. Opening up the bottle, I pour a little more chloroform on the mask and lean into the bin and place it on her face. She’s out of it, so I’m not worried about putting on my mask and sure enough, she responds a bit, but mostly moving her head slowly back and forth and vocally protesting just a bit. Beyond that, there’s little resistance as she slips back into her slumber. I hold the mask for a bit, and then returning back into the Ziploc, I climb back into the driver’s seat and head towards home.

THE MENAGERIE

I arrive home and pull into my underground garage. As far as anyone’s concerned, the van will never be seen again, and I jump out and stroll to the back doors and open them. Lifting the ramp back up, I jump in and, after quickly checking my beauty, take the restraints off the bin. I roll it onto the ramp and lower the ramp. I then roll the bin into what will now be Sandy’s room. The room is nicely furnished with a full size bed, a dresser, a full length mirror, a recliner and a table on which sits a TV. Taking the sheet off her, I put my arms under Sandy’s arms and gently lift her up and pull her out of the bin and lay her on the bed. Resisting the tremendous urge to lay on top of her and bury my face in her chest, I take her clothes out of the bin and arrange them in the dresser and then roll the bin out the door. Going to a small kitchen on this underground level, I grab a glass and fill it with water. I then grab a bracelet and then, picking up the glass of water, I go back into Sandy’s room. I put the water on the dresser and place the bracelet on her wrist. Adjusting the bracelet so that it’s tight on her wrist, not too tight so that it cuts off circulation, but tight enough so that she can’t get her finger under it, I lock it into place and exit her room.

Making sure the door is locked, I roll the bin out, back into the garage and close up the van. I then rush over to my room where one wall is filled with camera monitors. Her room, along with many others, is filled with cameras and I have labeled the monitors that are in her room with her name. Clicking on the system, I can now view every inch of that room. Pulling out a box of day-old pizza, I start my dinner and wait for my love to awaken.

She begins to stir.

Watching from my room, I switch to a different monitor and operating the camera that has the best angle, I zoom in on our face. Her eyes start blinking open, and she lets out of a soft moan and closes her eyes again. Her eyebrows furrow and she brings her hand to her head and starts rubbing her hair. Her eyes open again and they roll back as her eyelids droop and she struggles to keep them open and focus. She exhales deeply and a bit of awareness comes to her eyes as she sees the TV across the room. She moves her head around as she surveys the room, and with much effort, she sits up. She lets out a soft groan as she takes a deep breath as her eyes look up to the ceiling and blinks a few times.

“What?” She asks, “What’s going on?”

Swinging her feet off the bed, she sits up and takes another deep breath as she rubs her head. She stops and looks around the room. Full awareness takes a hold of her as a bit of fear comes into her eyes. (I don’t like that look on her. I’ll rid her of that look before long)

“Hello,” she says, “what’s going on? What am I doing here?”

She stands up and walks straight to the door. Turning the handle, she shows frustration and no sense of surprise that it’s locked. She stumbles back over to the bed and sits down.

“Oh my God,” she says, “I can’t believe this is happening.”

I can see that despair is going to come over her and not wishing to see her begin to cry, I press a button on my console that activates the TV in her room and it comes to life. Using a voice activated control, I begin to speak into a microphone and my words begin to appear as text on her TV.

She immediately notices the TV click on and looks at it.

Hello Linda.

She gets up.

“What is this? I want to know what’s going on.” There’s fire both in her eyes and her voice.

I know you have a lot of questions, and we will answer many of them soon. First things first, I’m sure you must be thirsty. There’s a glass of water on the dresser.

She is incredibly thirsty so she hesitantly moves towards the dresser and picks up the glass. She inspects it thoroughly.

There is nothing in that glass but water. I would say ‘trust me’ but considering we have just kidnapped you, that wouldn’t mean a thing to you. I will say, however, that if we wanted to put any additional drugs into you, we could have done that while you slept. It would be unnecessary to drug you now that you’re awake.

She looks at the glass again, and looking as if she doesn’t care if it’s drugged or not, she drinks a few sips and then empties the glass within seconds.

Very good. Now, I know you must be still feeling the effects of your recent sleep, so please sit down and we’ll go over everything that needs to be covered.

She sets down the glass on the dresser and notices the drawers. A look of suspicion crosses her face and she opens one of the drawers and notices her underwear. She picks them up.

“These are mine! What are they doing here?” she asks.

More questions. All in good time. I find it fascinating that you seem more incredulous about your clothes being here than you being here. We’ll answer all your questions. Please sit down.

She sighs. Putting the clothes back in the drawer, she walks over to the recliner and sits down. A few moments pass.

“Well?” she asks.

I know you have many questions, and we wish to fill you in with as many details as possible to alleviate any fears. First off, you have been chosen, Linda, to be part of a project. This project will not bring you any harm and will be finished in as little as two weeks, depending on how you cooperate. The less you cooperate, the longer your stay will be.

“What project? What is this all about? And why have I been chosen?” she asks bewilderingly.

Those questions will be answered soon enough, but let’s first go over some ground rules. The primary thing to keep in mind is that we have no wish to hurt you.

Rolling her eyes, she says, “Yeah, right.”

I know that may be difficult to accept, but just know that great care was taken to ensure you were not harmed when we had you picked up. (Don’t know if you picked up on that, but I already planted in her mind the idea that someone else kidnapped her. That’s just a safety precaution should things go awry) If things go exactly as we hope, in two weeks, you will be returned to your home, safe and sound, with no harm come to you at all.

“I’m sure I can count on that,” she says sarcastically.

As long as you cooperate, you most assuredly can count on that, but back to the ground rules, of which there are two. First, you may see some of our workers from time to time. They will all be covered in masks. DO NOT attempt to uncover their faces. As a condition of you returning to your home safely, you cannot be able to provide any description of who we are to the cops. If you’re able to provide any details, then we will not be in a position to let you go. This cannot be reiterated strongly enough. If you make any attempts to gather any information that could possibly identify us, it will severely damage your chances of returning home. Do you understand?

She nods.

We need you to be totally clear on this. If you understand, say ‘I understand.’

“I understand,” she responds.

Good. This is for your protection. Do not test us on this. The second rule regards the bracelet on your wrist.

She had noticed it initially, but with everything else going on, she had paid more attention to her surroundings. Now that I brought it up, she looks at it and starts touching it.

In these next two weeks, you’ll have access to three rooms. Those are the only places you’ll have the freedom to roam. Outside of those rooms could be quite dangerous for you, and it’s because of that bracelet. This bracelet is to ensure you don’t escape, and even trying can bring some pain.

“I thought you said you had no desire to have any harm come to me at all,” she says.

True enough. We wish you no harm, but we need to protect ourselves should you try to leave us before the project is finished. We’ve developed quite the deterrent. That bracelet is designed to convert frequencies into energy. All the frequencies the radio and TV and such, that are flying through the air, can be trapped by that bracelet and converted into electricity. Now each frequency by itself doesn’t do too much, but taken together, it can be quite jolting.

I can see she’s taking it all in, but not quite getting the picture.

These rooms have been designed to block out most frequencies. As you can see, with the TV, there’s a frequency being used there, and some other minor ones. We programmed the bracelet to ignore those frequencies. But it will recognize all other frequencies. So, if you leave the safety of these rooms, outside the frequency-free zone, the bracelet will immediately begin converting those frequencies to electrical shocks. To give you a small sample of what it’ll feel like, we are going to allow 5 frequency waves to enter the room. I want you to prepare yourself for a jolt.

Linda sits up and squirms nervously.

Are you ready?

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes.

“OK, I’m ready.”

I flip a switch that sends an electrical pulse to the bracelet and her body starts jolting. I hold it there for five seconds. I hate doing that to her, but I need to instill in her a fear of leaving. The switch is flipped off and her body relaxes and slumps against the chair as she’s breathing heavily.

I wait for a few moments for her to recover. Just to let you know, I did manage to create that bracelet so it receives an electrical charge, but the extent of that was just demonstrated when I flipped that switch. The rest is BS. All that talk about frequencies and safety zones is made up, and unless she has a background in electricity and frequency waves, she’s not going to know that.

Are you OK?

She takes a moment and then nods.

That was 5 frequency waves. If you decide you want to escape and manage to get outside the frequency-free zone, the shock will be so severe that you’ll be rendered unconscious within thirty seconds. Again, we don’t wish to hurt you, so we ask that you eliminate any thoughts of escaping. This device is solely for you to remain here until the project is completed. Do you understand?

She nods.

We need to know you fully understand, so please say, ‘I understand.’ (Notice how I’m already training her to obey)

She nods again and says, “I understand.”

Very good. That’s enough of the ground rules. Are you hungry?

The change puzzles her.

“What?”

It’s a bit late. You must be hungry.

“Yes,” she pauses a bit and nods, “actually I’m quite hungry.”

Good. What would you like?

“What do you have?”

Whatever you desire.

“My freedom?” she suggests smiling sheepishly.

To eat. Let’s satisfy your appetite first, your freedom will come later.

She smiles and tells me what she’d like. I respond that dinner will be served soon and I call upstairs to my cook and tell her to prepare the meal, and I’d be by to pick it up.

I’m sure you’d like to freshen up as well. The door is now open and the door across from you is the bathroom. Please feel free.

She nods and actually thanks me and get up and leaves the room and enters the restroom. The restroom is extraordinary, with a large step-down tub with spa jets, with a large shower adjacent to it and good sized vanity with two sinks. There are cameras in this room as well. In the corner is a door that leads to small room with a toilet. There are no cameras there, watching a girl go to the restroom is not my thing. I watch her as she is both impressed with the room and despondent over being trapped. I watch a bit as she goes through the cabinet and cupboard that is filled with everything she needs.

She comes out after a while and stands in the hallway. In front of her is the door the leads to her room. On the right is a closed door and on her left, further down, is door. On that door is a sign that reads in big red letters: FREQUENCY-FREE ZONE ENDS HERE. It’s not at all subtle, but I thought she got enough of a jolt and scare to keep her away from the door. It’s locked anyways, but every danger sign helps. She checks the other door, but that one is locked, so she proceeds to go back in her room.

I let her sit in silence until I’m informed that dinner is ready.

Linda, dinner will be ready in a moment. It is getting late. Why don’t you get out of those clothes and into your nighttime clothes?

She ponders that for a few moments and then as if realizing her dinner depends on her obedience, she nods and begins to look through the dresser drawers to find something to wear. Deciding on something, she hesitantly and discreetly begins to change, as she knows she’s being watched. And for the first time, though she tried to cover herself as much as possible, I saw just how beautiful her breasts are. Perfectly shaped, no sag, and the cleavage, that’s usually formed when women bring their arms in to push their breasts together, is naturally there. Her areolae are nice and large and just a tad darker than her skin. I cannot WAIT until I put my lips on those.

After she’s done changing, and she’s wearing shorts and a loose t-shirt, I go upstairs and grab the dinner and a glass and a cup from the kitchen. Going back into my room, I set down the plate and go into the kitchenette to fill the glass with water. Bringing it back, I sit down.

Linda?

She looks up. You might be wondering how she knows when a text appears. There’s a soft tone that is heard when there’s new text.

“Yes?”

Dinner’s just about ready, but before you eat. Let’s have you look at your other room.

She sighs heavily and nods her head. So she gets up and exits the room and finds the door to the other room is open. Once she’s inside that room, I remotely close the door behind her and then get up and take her dinner to her room and place it on the dresser, along with the glass of water. Going back to my room, I notice she is checking out the new room. This room is filled with workout equipment, Stairmaster, treadmill, rowing machine, weight machines and such. It’s a large room with plenty of space to stretch or just relax. This, of course, serves two purposes. It satisfies her desire to work out and it keeps her in shape. For the next month she’s going to be spending a lot of time immobile, so I’ll want those times when she’s not to be filled with activity. The TV in that room clicks on and I inform her that her dinner is ready in her room. She goes back to her room and silently eats. Her expressions indicate that she finds the food to her liking. Of course. The cook I hired is one of the best. I spared no expense.

What shows do you like to watch?

She looks up and thinks for a few seconds.

“What? Oh, I don’t know. NCIS, Seinfeld, Friends.”

Good enough

I switch on an episode of Seinfeld, the “Serenity Now” episode. I had it already set, knowing full well she likes that show.

She sees it and smiles a bit.

“Thanks,” she says.

She finishes eating and puts the plate on the dresser. Sitting there, she starts laughing a bit at one of the jokes and then she starts looking around. That little release of emotion is all she needed, because then she starts crying. I know the next ten minutes are going to be very tough for her, and so I turn away from the monitors for a while.

The episode finishes, and she sits there staring at the screen.

Are you OK?

“No, I’m not,” she replies. “I’m stuck in this place and I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.”

I know you have a lot of unanswered questions, but you’ll find that the time will go quickly and the experience will be a lot better than you can imagine.

“I’m glad you’re so confident, but considering you threaten me with electrocution if I escape and death if I can identify you, I don’t have the mindset that everything is going to be alright.”

We can appreciate your concern. The unknown and having no control of your immediate future can be most stressful. You have no reason to believe us, but I think at the very least you can admit that we’ve been straight with you in telling you things, whether good or bad, as they are.

She’s understanding but not fully accepting it, but she nods compliantly, if only for the simple fact that she doesn’t see the point in discussing it.

Now it’s getting late. Go ahead and get ready for bed.

She nods and heads for the restroom. While she’s in there, I fill the cup with some tea and then drop a roofie in it. Now that I know her exact size, I’ll need to shop for some clothes for her tomorrow morning, and I so I need her out until at least noon. I stir the tea until I see there are no indications of the drug, and then I go to her room and set it on the dresser.

Getting back to my room, I notice on the monitor that she’s just about done brushing her teeth. So I sit down and wait until she gets back to the room.

Linda, there’s a cup of tea there for you. Before you go to bed, why don’t you have some?

She gets suspicious. She picks it up and looks at it.

“What is it?”

It’s chamomile. We figure it’s been a rough day for you, and you might be tossing and turning the first night. So, it’s best if you drink it so you can relax a bit.

“Is that all that’s in here?” she asks as she smells it.

No. There’s also a sedative in it.

She immediately puts the cup down.

Come on Linda. Drink up. We’d rather you have a nice, natural sleep. I told you we’ve been straight with you, and so I told you the truth about the tea. If you refuse, it’s no big deal shooting a tranquilizer dart in your butt right now.

She starts looking around, trying to see where there might be a way that she could get shot. She notices there may be a few places where that can happen, so she slowly begins drinking the tea.

Very good. Finish it up and turn the cup upside down.

She finishes and then rolling her eyes, she turns the cup upside down to show that it’s empty.

Thank you Linda. Now, before we say goodnight, please sit down. I’d like to see how you recognizing colors.

“Colors?”

Yes, this project involves an individual’s ability to differentiate colors and whether moods are attached to what we perceive. We’ll begin in five minutes.

I let her sit there for a few minutes. I’d like to start right away, but I need some time for the drug to take effect. She sits there rather patiently, because, aside from the drug, she’s already tired from a long, dramatic day. A few more minutes pass, and then I begin.

OK Linda, are you ready?

She shrugs and says, “Sure.”

For the next few minutes, a crystal will appear on the screen. It’s nothing fancy, nothing too special, just a round crystal ball that has many facets. During this time, a color will appear inside the crystal. I want you to keep your eye on the crystal and say aloud the color you see. The colors will change sporadically, so there will be times when the colors change slowly and times they’ll change rapidly, so keep your eye on it. Do you understand?

“I understand,” she responds. It’s a combination of the drug, her tiredness and the way I prepared her, but I’ve already conditioned her to respond verbally.

Very good. Let’s begin.

The screen is filled with a crystal ball that is nicely lit and it’s rotating ever so slowly. The first color appears.

“Red.”

It stays red for a few moments and then changes.

“Green.”

The green inside the crystal remains as the crystal rotates and I can see the drug is taking effect as she begins to get drawn into the crystal. In a few moments, she won’t be able to look anywhere else.

“Blue.”

Her eyes are transfixed on the crystal.

“Purple.”

Her responses are taking longer to come and her voice is getting softer.

“Yellow.”

Her blinking becomes slower. There are a few moments where her blink lasts three seconds.

“Green.”

She struggles to keep her eyes open.

“Pink.”

Her eyelids are drooping to a point where her eyes are only halfway open.

“Red.”

Her response becomes slower.

“Purple.”

As she blinks, her eyes roll and it takes a few moments to refocus on the crystal.

“Yel….Gree….ummm,” she sighs.

Her eyes are barely open now and, as the colors change, she tries to speak the words, but she slowly loses her strength. With one great effort to keep her eyes open, she finally succumbs to the drug and slips into a deep sleep.

I sit there for a minute, watching the monitor, seeing if there’s any more movement. Seeing that she’s out, I jump up and race to her room. I walk in and stand right next to her.

“Linda,” I say. “Linda, can you hear me?”

There’s a small response. I subtle bob off the head, and she makes a very soft sound through lips that don’t move.

“Linda?” “Linda, can you hear me?”

I know she’s out of it and it doesn’t matter what I do to her from here on out, she’s not going to remember any of this. I just like those slight responses I get from her as I say her name. But now, I can no longer restrain myself. My first thought was to move her to her bed, but that changes instantly. I’ve waited a long time for this, and now the moment is here. I take the bottom of her shirt and I slowly lift it up over her breast. My eyes are now mere inches from this breathtaking sight, and it gets even better as she takes a breath and her breasts rise majestically. I lean in close and gently blow on her nipple. Continuing to blow, I’m glancing up at her to see if her face is responding. Nothing yet, but then I see her nipple begin to harden.

“That’s it, Linda. You love the way that feels. And more importantly, you’ll love who makes you feel this good.”

Saying that, I finally go in and press my lips against her breast and kiss it for a few seconds and then I open my mouth as wide as it can go and put as much of her breast as I can inside. And wow, does she taste great. Sucking mightily on her breast, my tongue licks around her areola and flicks her hardened nipple. She’s stirring a bit. She won’t remember this, but she is definitely enjoying this. I put my lips over my teeth and bite down feeling her breast against my tongue. I’m on cloud nine, and I’m ecstatic that this is just the beginning, because after she goes through my hypnosis sessions, I’ll be doing this same thing with her screaming my name as she experiences multiple orgasms.

I put my right arm behind her back and my left arm under legs as I lift her out of the recliner. It’s an extraordinary feeling holding her in my arms. Her head, so relaxed, is tilted back, her right arm dangles free and her breasts are pretty much in my face. I lift her up a bit, and that brings her breasts right to my mouth, and I suck on beauty while I carry her to her bed. Laying her down, my mouth goes from breasts up to her neck and I begin to whisper in her ear.

“Thank you Linda. You’re the epitome of beauty and it’s obvious you haven’t been satisfied. I look forward to completely satisfying you and bring you so many orgasms that you will blissfully pass out. Sweet dreams, my sweet.”

I kiss her lips and put the cover over her.

Day one is a complete success. Linda is now mine and the clock has struck midnight just as I finish sucking on the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. She is primed and ready for her hypnosis sessions, and the best part of all of this is, she’s just my first acquisition. There are at least 3 more on my list. Tomorrow, uh today, I guess, because it’s after midnight, Linda will start on her hypnotic journey that’ll take her to a place where she experiences so much pleasure that she’ll have no desire to ever leave me.