The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Ben

Ben made sure the door was locked before he sat down at his computer. Down the hall, he heard Betsy getting ready for bed. He didn’t want to open the files until he knew she was asleep, so he wasted some time checking his email and pretending to work as he told her he was going to do.

Unfortunately, work email had the exact opposite effect on Ben that the files would. Everything was labelled as urgent or immediate. They wanted him to respond tonight or before work in the morning. Even when he wasn’t at work, he was working these days. You couldn’t get a moment of peace anymore. He could just imagine his phone vibrating in his bedroom with texts and more emails before court the next day.

The stress of his job is what brought Ben to hypnosis in the first place. He started off with listening to ASMR videos to help him fall asleep at night. He heard a podcast talking about it, and when he checked it out, he immediately got the tingles that helped him zone out and fall asleep. Not long after a few hundred videos, he found that he preferred hypnosis roleplays. In the comments, people always talked about how this didn’t really trance them, but it made them feel tingles.

That’s how it started: Youtube comments. It was innocent and harmless. He needed to sleep; he was stressed. He worked eighty hours a week and the work followed him wherever he went. He worked as an assistant district attorney trying to put murderers and rapists behind bars despite eight metric tons of red tape. Meanwhile, he got to see Betsy less and less. He never thought he’d spend hours in his office at night, searching for new hypnosis files, listening to trances or staring into spirals all in a desperate attempt to turn off his mind and stop all the noise and pressure pushing down on him.

After his inbox had sufficiently depressed him, Ben started to scroll through his library of hypnosis files. He had over two hundred at this point, and he’d listened to each almost a dozen times. He had a few specialized playlists set up for whatever particular mood he was in: “Bad Day,” “Panic Attack,” “Deep Sleep,” and his personal favorite, “Good Boy.”

Everything on the internet can be used for sex, and hypnosis is no exception. There were plenty of people out there that got off on being tranced, that were turned on by the mere idea of being under someone else’s control. Ben did enjoy a trance that had sexual overtones to it. He liked when a file told him to get hard and to feel his body immediately obey the request. He liked the soft whispering of a woman in his ears. He felt that he came back to trance each night like most men came back to porn, but he didn’t want some hypnotist putting him under and having their way with his body. That felt like a step too far. As long as it was just voices and spirals, just videos, it didn’t feel like cheating. Hell, he wasn’t even looking at naked women alone in his office at night. That’s better than most guys. Maybe he deserved a medal.

Ben took a deep breath and opened the “Good Boy” playlist. It was made after the second anniversary of his sexless existence. He married Betsy ten years ago, while he was in law school, but once he started working, they rarely saw each other. When they did see each other, he was too exhausted to initiate, and that was never Betsy’s strong suit. Betsy was raised by a Southern Baptist minister. She had been taught her whole life that sex was a duty, that sex was naughty, and that her sex drive was dangerous. He didn’t blame her for the distance. He worked late and early. They were ships in the night, and he needed some release, some way to distract himself and de-stress. After two years without any sex, Ben was fed up with his right hand and found a hypnosis file that could give him a touchless orgasm, his new favorite way to cum.

Ben put on his huge headphones and started the first file in the playlist. He set it up so that he would first relax and ease into a slight trance, then enter a highly suggestible state, then another file with women moaning would get him worked up, and finally, a stern hypnodomme would get him to cum without touching himself.

Ben sighed as the familiar music started in the background. As always, he imagined pink light swirling around him, pulsing and bending just out of his reach, just at the edge of his vision. The rest of the world was dark, and as the hypnotist’s voice started, he forgot all about the case he had in court tomorrow. He forgot about the anxiety that he wasn’t being the husband Betsy deserved. He forgot about the building ache he felt in his chest after climbing a set of stairs. He forgot about everything. For a few perfect moments, there was only the hypnotist’s voice, the soft music, the pink lights in his mind, and then nothing as he fell into a trance.

“Hun?” Betsy’s voice came just outside the door. “Hun?”

Ben opened his eyes. He knew he wasn’t technically doing anything wrong, but he couldn’t help feeling like he’d been caught.

“Hun? You in there?”

“You need something, babe?” he asked.

“I’m going to bed,” said Betsy.

“Yeah, okay.”

“You going to be up late?”

“Yeah,” said Ben. “I’ve got a lot to prep. Got court tomorrow.” Any mention of court tended to silence Betsy. She didn’t want to give off any aura of disapproval for how much he worked.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Ben put away his headphones and clicked out of his files. He pulled up some documents he had been working on earlier. “Just work in here.”

Betsy opened the door and stepped in. She was gorgeous, that much should be said. Ben smiled despite himself. She always made him smile. She had curly brown hair that she put up when she went to sleep. She had a simple blue nightgown that made her look girlish despite being in her thirties. Even with no makeup, at her point of trying her least to be attractive, her eyes still got him. They were bright blue, sometimes so bright they almost looked white. They never failed to catch his attention or take his breath away.

She crossed the room quickly and gave him a light kiss. Ben almost blushed. “Just wanted a kiss goodnight,” she said.

“Absolutely,” he said, his smile widening.

“K. G’night,” said Betsy. She turned and slipped out of the room like a breeze.

“Goodnight,” said Ben. He hesitated to start the file over again. There was a sting of guilt. He knew that if he followed Betsy into their bedroom and made a move, she’d deny him. She’d have a headache or be too tired. She’d remind him of the work he should be doing, and that would kill his mood. No, he wanted to get off, but when he pulled up his playlist, he saw “Good boy” and an audio file of women moaning. What would Betsy say if she saw this? He sighed to himself and opened up his browser in incognito, looking for some fresh files.

The trick with most hypnodommes is that they’re con-men or women. They were like findommes from what he could tell, but with audio files instead of nude selfies. They offered a small peak to desperate masses and charged them extravagant amounts. Twice Ben had paid for a private session with a hypnodomme. Each time he was disappointed. From what he could tell from his research, most real hypnotists were frustrated or ashamed of the hypnodommes out there. They had no technique. They didn’t truly understand the mind. Ben could see how a good dose of wishful thinking could help you think you were under their spell, but he had no idea how an intelligent person could believe these dommes were rewriting their personalities or making them into sex slaves.

He had to sort through half a dozen porn sites and a dozen more porn videos before the hypnosis part of his search became relevant. As he scrolled, he was careful to click on anything lest he get a virus. Most of the sites looked trashy, and that was a red flag for him. If you couldn’t maintain a polished website in the twenty-first century, he wasn’t going to trust you, especially with his credit card information.

Finally, he stumbled across the first site that looked professional: The Blue Viper Files. The background was dark, and the font was a bright electric blue, like a poisonous frog. The woman on the cover was wearing a black domino mask, the kind just around the yes, but he could see her thick black hair and clear blue eyes. Her skin was pale, looking like ice or thick paper, and her neck was thin and adorned with a black lace choker. She was smirking, her lips tugged to the right, and she held a single finger up to silence the viewer. Ben was drawn to her immediately, his eyes darting back and forth from her deep eyes, accentuated by the mask, and her smile, amused to find him here.

He read through her information. She was Madame Sasha, and she had been practicing hypnosis for fifteen years. Over the past five she began to bring hypnosis into the bedroom and monetize her skills for the public. She had a scaling price system: streaming audio files, downloadable files, streaming videos, downloadable videos, and then live sessions over webcam. All over the webpage, a long bright blue viper slithered over the page, following his cursor wherever his mouse tracked. It almost lit up with motion when he hovered over the live session, coiling and hissing. Obviously, she preferred he pay for the most expensive product, a typical hypnodomme trying to make cash for something that could be pirated and rewatched without a dime.

And yet Ben didn’t hesitate as he went to click for a live session. A new window opened up:

“Sorry, but Madame Sasha is not available for a live session at this time.”

Ben sighed. Of course. With a name like that, she was probably in Russia or some Eastern European country. It was like five a.m. there now. He’d have to wait until the morning if he wanted a live session with her.

Ben’s mind cleared, and he appreciated not dropping two hundred dollars for a thirty minute conversation with a stranger. He should test the product before he goes all in. That makes sense. It wasn’t too much to stream a video at least. He clicked that service and quickly put it in his credit card information, now more flustered and turned on than in the mood for a lengthy trance.

Ben double-checked that the door was locked. He made sure his headphones were plugged in and secure. He grabbed a tissue box and lube, then unzipped his pants and left them bunched up around his waist. Finally ready, he clicked for the video to start.

Madame Sasha was sitting in the middle of an all black room. It looked like a BDSM dungeon, but the angle was too close up for Ben to be sure. She appeared to be sitting, and she was in the same domino mask and choker from her frontpage. Her thick black hair draped over and behind her shoulders, which were bare. A black latex tube top barely contained her tits, and revealed her tight stomach and thin, bare arms. She had a tattoo sleeve on her right arm, covered in different words that Ben couldn’t make out at this angle and what looked like bright blue lightning winding between all of them. Ben could also see the end of some words peeking out from beneath her top over her breast and along her stomach, but he couldn’t read them with her clothes on.

Hopefully, that would change soon.

“Hello,” said Madame Sasha. Her voice was accented, again, maybe Russian or Eastern European, but not thick. Her voice was soft, almost sweet. Ben found himself smiling at the sound of it. He didn’t expect the woman in latex and a mask to sound so cute.

Almost in reply, Madame Sasha smirked back, the same cold and amused smirk from her picture on the front page.

“Today, I am going to teach you how to obey Madame Sasha.” Ben rolled his eyes. He didn’t care for dommes referring to themselves in the third person. “I am not like other dommes in this business. I will not ask you to stroke yourself. I will not tell you to cum. You may beg. You may talk to your screen or send me emails begging for it, but you will never hear that command from me.”

Ben sat up in his seat, suddenly interested. Many dommes promised to make their subs whimpering messes, but he never heard a salesperson outright say that the customer will not get what he or she wants.

“I also do not simply mumble some mumbo jumbo in hopes that you will cum all over yourself. You are here because you want a change. You are here because you are tired. You are here because your life feels out of control, and you will pay me to take control of your life. That is our business here. It is not the business of the mind, but the business of control. I will take that from you, and you will thank me.”

Ben’s cock twitched. She was sure of herself, poised, confident, smooth, amused, and powerful. She didn’t care if Ben liked what he got. She already had his money. She cared about taking control as much as Ben cared about giving it up. That was what he wanted. It was all he wanted.

“Finally, I do not deal in torture or humiliation. I am not here to destroy you, precious one. That would be bad for business, no? I am here to give you an object of desire, of affection, of devotion, but more importantly,” Madame Sasha pulled down her tube top on her left side, revealing the word “Love” tattooed in a lacy red lettering over her left breast. “Love,” she said. “Take a good look now. Soon you will want to see this more than anything in the world.”

Ben felt his mouth go dry. He didn’t look at her breast or nipple. He didn’t care at all that this woman was exposing herself to him. She was right. All he cared about was the word and what it meant. Love. He read it, and Betsy flashed to his mind for a moment, but only a moment as he looked again into Madame Sasha’s sharp blue eyes.

“This is what I have to offer.” Sasha traced her fingers over the tattoo, teasing her own skin. “This is what you are paying for. You will love me, that much is obvious, but if you give up control, if you listen, and if you obey, you will be loved by me. That is where we will start. All healthy relationships are built on love, and Madame Sasha is no different.”

Sasha covered her breast with her tube top again. “I want you to close your eyes,” she commanded, and Ben obeyed immediately.

“I want you envision the word in your mind. Envision Madame Sasha’s love burning in your mind.” Ben obeyed, the deep red word hovering in his mind’s eye directly in front of him over deep blackness. “Think about all the things you have done to get love in this world.”

Ben imagined getting good grades in school and his parents being proud of him. He imagined going to church Sunday after Sunday to get Betsy’s attention. He imagined graduating from law school and the proud look on the face of his wife and parents. He imagined being taken out to dinner by his friends when he won his first case.

“You feel the weight of that, don’t you?” asked Sasha. “You have done so much work to feel loved. It must be overwhelming, doing all that just to feel the smallest bit of love from someone else.”

Ben felt his shoulders sink. His eyebrows furrowed and he grunted. He knew what he had done, and what had it got him? Love? Yes. He saw Betsy’s face in his mind. He loved her. She loved him. Of course, she did. But what about the rest of the world? Was he thanked for getting criminals off the street? No. Did anyone care what an assistant district attorney did? No.

“And all I ask you to do is the one thing you want to do. You want to give up control, and I want to take it. I will take all that stress from you. I will lift the world off your shoulders. With me, there is no work. There are no bills. There are no deadlines. There is no fear in perfect love.”

Ben saw the red word flash in his mind. He could see the hallucinatory word superimposed on her top, right where the real word hid beneath the surface.

“Give me control of you, of your will, of your body, of your life, and you will have my love.” The word flashed again in Ben’s eye, above her black tube top.

Sasha gave a slight laugh. “You should thank me for taking control of you. Go ahead, thank me now.” Sasha sat still. It was then that Ben realized it was a video. Sasha wasn’t really there, speaking to him. She wasn’t looking at him, though it felt as though her eyes tore through him. This was pre-recorded. Everyone saw this. Ben wasn’t special to her.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

A bright electric blue, almost teal, viper began to coil up and around Sasha’s body as she sat still. Sasha raised her right hand, and the snake followed it, wrapping around her arm to her hand.

“This is Sinja,” she said. “She is dearest to my heart. If you want my love, you must first come to adore what I love. First is Sinja.” The snake began to slither further down Sasha’s arm and then off of her hand, but instead of falling, the snake seemed to float, almost slithering over the camera on Ben’s screen.

“Do you want to know my love?” asked Sasha.

“Yes,” whispered Ben.

“Then follow Sinja with your eyes. Learn to love her. Love her body, her scales, her bright and dangerous color. Love her strength and venom. Love that she is a huntress. Love that she is powerful. Love that she is lethal. Love that, and you will come to understand me. As you understand me, you may know my love.”

The word flashed again in Ben’s mind, but it didn’t draw his eyes. He kept his gaze locked on Sinja. Ben didn’t personally like snakes, but he couldn’t help but see what Sasha saw in the creature. There was an allure to its color and a thrill of panic in Ben’s chest when the tongue darted out, when he remembered its fangs and its speed. This was not a sexual creature. It was a killer.

Still, Ben obeyed. He did not let his eyes leave the snake. It slithered in spirals and waves over his screen. The physics of it were impossible, but Ben wasn’t asked to think. He was asked to watch, and Ben obeyed. He obeyed as his pulse raced when he thought the snake may even be able to come out of the screen into his office. He obeyed as the word “love” flashed before his vision. He obeyed as his body relaxed, seeming to freeze in place except for his eyes as they darted to keep up with Sinja. He obeyed as Madame Sasha spoke, and no concentration or logic could keep the words from sinking into Ben.

“You are so lucky,” said Sasha. “So lucky to have someone like me take control of you. To love you. You are so very lucky. To me, you are a little snack, a small mouse between my jaws. I could have anyone. I could do anything. And you? All you want in the world is to lose control and be loved for it, and you found it in me. How lucky are you?”

“So lucky,” whispered Ben, but he kept his eyes on Sinja.

“Lucky but not fortunate, not yet. Fortune favors the bold they say. Fortune is for those that take risks, for those that dare. And in Madama Sasha’s dungeon, fortune is for those that obey. That is the real question, malen’kiy. Will you obey?”

“Yes.”

“You are lucky, yes?”

“Yes.”

“So lucky.”

“So lucky.”

“Will you obey?”

“Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I will obey.”

“You will obey Madame Sasha.”

“I will obey Madame Sasha.”

“Good. Follow Sinja. Follow my love, and you will have my love.”

Ben did his best to follow the snake, and the longer he watched, the slower it went. It spiraled around the screen, over and over, slower and slower, dragging him in, pulling him slowly away from everything, toward nothing until Ben lost sight of Madame Sasha completely. There was no Madame Sasha, only Sinja. Ben would find Madame Sasha when he loved Sinja. When he memorized each detail of Sinja’s body, he would be able to see through the blue viper and find Sasha. She was there, just behind the snake, waiting for Ben to earn her.

As the snake spiraled, Madame Sasha began to speak again. She spoke about how good Ben was, about how good it felt to obey, about how much he needed to obey, and more importantly, how much he needed to let go of control. Once he abandoned control, he would find love. Once he stopped working so hard for love, and let Madame Sasha do all the work, he would find it. He would find love in obedience, for obedience was the absence of control.

Sinja disappeared, and there was only Madame Sasha. She was in the same room, but now Ben could see her whole body. She was sprawled out on a bed, covered in a sheet, but Ben thought she was naked underneath. He prayed she was naked underneath. He didn’t want to see her body. All he wanted was to see the word. He wanted her love, not her breasts.

“Before I go, there is one final lesson for today,” said Sasha. “Look at my body.” Sasha stretched like a cat. Ben could see the points of her nipples through the sheet, but he ignored her command and stared at her breast, looking for the word hidden there.

“My body is my temple, and you will be my priest or priestess. If you want to worship at the temple, you must study. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” whispered Ben.

“You know that this temple houses my love, and one day you will earn the sight of it.” Sasha lifted the sheet, pulling on it, causing it to climb up her legs. Her right leg was free, and as more and more skin was revealed, Ben saw a word written about halfway up her thigh. The camera moved closer, and Ben read the word “Sleep,” written in the same red ink as “Love” on her breast.

“When you read this, you will fall deep into a sleep, malen’kiy. In that sleep, you will remember all my commands in your sleeping mind, but your waking mind will forget everything we do here. Your sleeping mind will be our playground. Who knows? Perhaps you will see more of my temple there.”

Sasha pulled the sheet up further and the word “Obey” in bright red appeared. Sasha giggled and quickly pulled the sheet back down, covering it up.

“But only in your sleeping mind, malen’kiy. That it is where it is safe to worship my temple. If you are good, if you obey, you earn my love, you will worship my body with your waking mind, and then you will be a true acolyte of Madame Sasha. Is that understood?”

“Yes,” whispered Ben, his mouth going dry.

“Good,” cooed Sasha. “Good boy. Now read the word on my temple. Memorize this word. Fix it in your mind. Burn it in as an absolute truth of the universe, as compelling as gravity.”

Ben read the word over and over, trying to memorize the handwriting, the script, the curve of the letters and space between each line. As he stared, Sinja crept over the screen again, obscuring Ben’s vision. He tried to see past her, to see around her, as Sasha slithered and spiraled, but the word was too obscured. This went on for what felt like hours, each moment, Ben felt the word slipping away from him, each moment he tried harder to keep it, to focus on it, to memorize it.

As sleep overtook him, the last thought Ben remembered was the blue viper spiraling over Sasha’s body, over the words, over Ben’s mind.

For weeks, Ben spent each night watching the videos before going to bed. When Betsy got suspicious about what he was doing in there, he would stay late at the office, waiting for everyone else to leave, and watch the videos. Some days he would get home at three or four in the morning, but he never felt tired. Each day he woke up after spending the night with Sasha was better than the day before. He felt refreshed, rejuvenated, and repurposed.

After a week of watching, he decided to buy all the videos and download them. He didn’t want to rely on the internet to stay with Sasha. It only took one session of Sinja skipping while the video buffered for Ben to decide that paying the money for the downloads would be worth it.

The only time he became concerned was when the videos kept urging him to pay for a live session. Sasha said this was the only way to see her temple, to truly earn her love, and Ben wanted to obey more than anything, but he never knew when he would be home alone. He couldn’t skype with a hypnodomme and have Betsy ask who he was talking to or what he was doing. It was too risky to meet there or at work. He wanted to obey, and he knew he was disappointing Sasha, but he had a wife and a whole life outside of his nightly devotions to her. He couldn’t lose all that.

What bothered Ben the most was that he knew Sasha would never love him unless they met in person. No one could love a recording, and a recording could never love. His cowardice was keeping him from her, and as long as he was weak, he didn’t deserve her love. He felt like a teenager all over again, desperate for her attention and constantly fearful that he would never get it. Each moment of the day was filled with thoughts of Sasha, of what the rest of her temple looked like, of Sinja and how Sinja was a representation of Sasha. It was a puzzle that his mind couldn’t stop tugging at.

Then Ben discovered that Betsy was going out of town to visit her parents, and that changed everything. As soon as she told him, he went to his office and went to the Blue Viper Files site. He clicked on the live session and followed the link to a lengthy questionnaire. He had to set a time to meet, all of which were early in the morning for his time. Then, he had to commit to buying certain items, all of which were necessary for the session. The most bizarre of which was a cinnamon-apple scented candle with a wooden wick. Apparently, Sasha wanted that burning the whole time during the session. Additionally, she wanted a microfiber cloth, cinnamon scented lotion, and a velvet blindfold.

Ben didn’t care what she would need from him. He would obey. This was his chance. He was going to earn her love, and nothing was going to get in his way. The night before, he couldn’t sleep. He thought about watching some videos to help calm him down and let him sleep, but part of him wanted to give all the pent up energy to her the next morning. He laid in his cold bed. Betsy was gone. He was alone, and both of his loves were out of his reach. It was a miserable night, but eventually he fell asleep.

He set his alarm but woke up an hour before it went off. He showered and made himself some coffee. He was too nervous to eat, and the coffee would be hell with his nerves and empty stomach, but he couldn’t risk falling asleep half-way through a trance or monologue. He wanted to give Sasha his best. She deserved that from him, but more importantly, he deserved that. He’d hate to spend all this money and energy only to sabotage himself.

Besides, he didn’t want anything to distract Sasha from seeing him, really seeing him. Ben was sure that he loved her. He knew how foolish that sounded, but it was like he was a teenager or back in college again. Anything was possible. Love at first sight was possible if he felt it, and Ben felt it deeply. He’d rarely felt something so deeply, so obviously and inarguably true. The last time he felt this was with Betsy. He fell in love fast and committed deeply. In that way, Sasha was no different.

But Ben had no idea how Sasha felt about him. He could adore her, but she could loathe him. How many men got into a live session with her drooling and horny, eager to do whatever she wanted. She must be used to men throwing themselves at her, begging for her control. She had earned Ben’s love, but he hadn’t earned hers. That was what made him nervous. Everything had to be perfect so he could distinguish himself. He wanted to prove himself loyal, that he wasn’t like the other men begging for her attention.

Ben sat at his desk with the webpage open ten minutes before their appointment. He had everything laid out that she told him to bring. He wasn’t sure if he should be naked, but he decided to wear something loose and easy to take off if she asked. He wondered if he should have tried to look stylish, but stylish and comfortable rarely went together. He decided to wear something tight, show off his fitness a bit, but nothing flashy. He locked the door to his office out of habit. While he waited, he twirled the black velvet blindfold through his hands, trying to calm himself, to distract himself from his first date with Madame Sasha.

The screen turned from static to a black. Sinja began to slither across the screen, spiralling as the image loaded. There was a click and a white out. Ben held his breath, and the image returned to Sasha’s dungeon. There she was, just like the videos. She was beautiful, in a black lace bra and a black skinny jeans. Her legs were crossed and on her dangling foot, Ben could see dark red heels that matched her lipstick. Her hair was up in a ponytail. It was thick like the videos, but longer, going past her shoulders even when up.

“Hello Benjamin,” she said.

Ben said nothing, frozen in his seat. She was impossibly beautiful. Her pale skin and bright eyes gave her a supernatural appearance. Ben had never seen someone like her in real life, though this hardly felt real. She was still behind a screen, still so far away.

“You can hear me?” she asked.

Ben nodded.

“Speak, malen’kiy.” She smiled. “I would hear you.”

Ben blinked. He’d forgotten about his microphone. This wasn’t a recording. She was here, but more importantly, he was here.

“I can hear you,” he whispered.

“Speak up, Benjamin.”

“I can hear you,” said Ben. He gulped. Was he screwing this up already?

“Good,” she laughed slightly. Ben was taken aback. Despite all their time together in videos, there was a remarkably new element to her. She was more real, yes, but she was more human. There was less arrogance to her voice. She smiled freely. Was she nervous? Ben had expected many things out of her, but he never imagined she would come across as so human.

“Did you get the things I requested?”

“Yes, Madame Sasha,” he said. He lifted the lotion and candle for her to see, then the blindfold and microfiber cloth.

“You may call me Sasha. After all, you’ve earned it, haven’t you?”

Ben blushed. “May I call you Madame Sasha anyways?”

She laughed. “Good boy. You’re better trained than I expected.” Ben blushed deeper at the compliment. Maybe he was salvaging his early mistakes. “Light the candle,” she said, “and take off your clothes.”

Ben obeyed. He could see as he undressed that she was moving, but he focused on getting undressed quickly and gracefully. He didn’t need her to see him struggling to get his pants off or something ridiculous. When he sat back down, Sinja was wrapped around Sasha’ shoulders. At the sight of the blue viper, Ben’s mind went fuzzy.

“Do you know why I asked you to get those things?’

“No.”

Sasha raised her wrist and smelled it. “Cinnamon is my favorite scent. It’s what I wear whenever I’m controlling someone. I want you to associate the smell with me and me with the smell. Whenever you are with me, the candle should be lit. From now on, if you watch my videos, light my candle and I will be with you.”

Ben shivered, and Sasha laughed again. “Scent is the strongest sense linked to memory. This way, you will never forget me or your place, correct?”

“Yes, Madame Sasha.”

“When you touch your cock, you will do so with the lotion. It will be as though I am touching it. Is that understood?”

“Yes, Madame Sasha.”

“Good. Are you ready to begin?”

Ben nodded. His heart rammed the inside of his chest, his fingers trembled, he was sweating, but he nodded.

“Good. Keep your eyes on Sinja. Watch her closely.”

Ben nodded and kept his eyes on the head of the blue viper. He had begun to see the beauty of the snake. At first, he thought its beauty was in its power, in its lethality, but now he could see the ripple of the scales, the dramatic coloring. Ben watched the snake as she slithered over Sasha’s body. She coiled around Sasha’s arms and then across her shoulders. She sank down and ran over Sasha’s stomach and back up on the shoulders. She criss-crossed over Sasha’s body, trailing an infinity symbol as heavy music began to fill the room. It was slow but indelicate, a heavy bass and thrum that shook Ben’s speakers. Ben’s eyes became heavy. It was as though everything was thicker. His blood pumped slowly. His thoughts were sluggish. His arms were limp.

“Tell me, malen’kiy,” said Sasha. “Why do you come to me?”

And Ben told her everything. He told her about his job and all the stress he was under. He told her how tired and worn out he was at the end of the day, but his mind wouldn’t stop. He told her about other hypnodommes and how they were inferior. He told her about the need to relax becoming the need to think nothing at all.

Then he told her about Betsy. He told her that they had grown distant, that Betsy wouldn’t initiate sex and rebuffed him more often than not. He told her that he was so pent up, so desperate to cum, that he turned to kinkier and kinkier hypnosis. He walked down a twisted path and still hadn’t found what he was looking for.

She took special interest in Betsy, asking him dozens of questions while Ben watched Sinja. All his suspicions and doubts were gone. He just wanted to be a good boy, to earn her approval, to see her lower the top of her bra and show him the words in red. He wanted her love, and he would tell her whatever she wanted to earn it. He told her how he met Betsy. He described what she looked like on their first date, on their wedding day, and how she looked recently. He described their sex life in embarrassing detail. He told her the last time he and Betsy had made love.

“She sounds lovely,” said Sasha. “Where is she now?”

“She’s with her parents. Out of town.”

Sasha clicked her tongue. “That’s too bad. I’d love to meet her.”

“Yes,” said Ben before he could think better. Thinking was so hard now. Words were easy. Answers and obedience were as automatic as breathing, but thoughts felt impossible.

Ben watched as Sasha let Sinja slither down her leg and off the screen. “I think you’re ready, malen’kiy.” She stood up and unbuttoned her jeans. “Grab your lotion.” Ben obeyed as he watched Sasha bend down and peel away her jeans. She was wearing black panties that matched her lacey bra. Her legs were covered in the words Ben knew well from his time with her in videos.

Sasha leaned down and sat back up with a small dab of lotion. “Look here,” she commanded, and began to rub the lotion over the “Sleep” tattoo on her thigh. “Mimic me.”

Ben looked at the loops and swirls of red ink in Sasha’s skin. He read the word over and over, rubbing lotion into the bottom of his thigh, by the knee. As he did, his mind went numb. All thoughts turned off.

“Malen’kiy,” asked Sasha as she continued to rub. “Are you in there?”

Ben said nothing. He rubbed his skin as Sasha did.

“Good,” said Sasha. “I want you to listen closely. Follow my motions. As I move, move with me. Move with me, and my will shall become your will. My thoughts will be your thoughts. Your body will be my body.”

Sasha got another pump of lotion, and Ben mirrored her. She brought her hand higher up her leg to the red inked “Submit.” She massaged her skin, and Ben followed.

“There are two layers to Benjamin, aren’t there?” asked Sasha. “There is the Benjamin you present to the world and my Malen’kiy. One is professional. He is in control. He has all the answers and is madly in love with his wife, no matter how often they get to have sex. The other, Malen’kiy, is mine, always mine. He belongs to Madame Sasha, heart and soul. He is in love with her, and will do anything for her. He will do anything she asks.”

Sasha trailed the hand back down to “Sleep” and massaged there. Ben mirrored her.

“When you Sleep, you will become Malen’kiy. He is married to his beautiful bride but devoted to Madame Sasha. He is loyal to both. There is no doubt or conflict for Malen’kiy. He has a perfect peace about his duplicity. Lying to protect this sacred union will come easily. When you lie to Betsy about Madame Sasha, you are protecting her and me. You are being a good husband, showing how much you love and need her.”

Sasha scooped more lotion, and Ben mimicked her. She moved her hand to her other thigh and began to rub “Adore.”

“You are showing how much you adore me,” she said. Malen’kiy said nothing. He followed her actions and let the words soak into him like ink. Everything was easy under her power, under her sway.

“Your adoration comes in many forms. When your wife is happy, Madame Sasha is happy. When Madame Sasha is happy, your wife will be happy. All you have to do is obey.” Madame Sasha quickly scooped more lotion and moved to “Obey” on her body. Malen’kiy copied her.

“Obedience is how you will find peace. There is no stress in obedience. No thoughts in obedience. No pressure in obedience. If you want to be a good husband, a good man, all you have to do is obey.”

Madame Sasha took her free hand and lowered her bra, exposing “Love.” Despite the depth of his trance, Malen’kiy gasped when he saw the beautiful red lettering. This was everything. This was why he was here, why he existed. Madame Sasha took her free hand and scooped more lotion. She rubbed it over “Love” while continuing to massage “Obey.” Malen’kiy did the same.

“Love is obedience,” she said. “If you love me, follow my commands.” She laughed at some private joke. “Repeat it.”

“If I love you, follow your commands,” said Malen’kiy.

“Follow my commands.”

“I will follow your commands.”

“Love is obedience.”

“Love is obedience.”

“You want my commands.” Madame Sasha’s words were slow and deliberate. There was no urgency or excitement, as though being nude and rubbing herself was normal. She wasn’t enthralled or in lust. She was composed, controlled.

“I want your commands.” Malen’kiy, however, was struggling to contain himself. His cock was hard and small beads of precum bubbled up and then dripped down the shaft. He wanted to thrust wildly at the air. He wanted to touch his cock with the lotion and cum. He wanted to disobey, but he knew that obedience was love. Love was obedience. He would obey. He would love.

Suddenly, Madame Sasha moved both her hands and began massaging “Sleep” again. Malen’kiy mirrored her.

“Malen’kiy always obeys me, even when Benjamin is in control. Benjamin is a mask, and Malen’kiy is your true self. Malen’kiy is hidden, but he is real. Benjamin is false, only needed to keep Betsy happy for now. Soon, Malen’kiy will make Betsy happy. If you obey,” and Madame Sasha rubbed “Obey” at the same time as “Sleep,” “then you will be Malen’kiy all the time. We will get rid of Benjamin and there will only be Malen’kiy.”

Madame Sasha took her hands off of “Obey” and began to rub “Love” and “Sleep” at the same time. “Benjamin will love his wife, and Malen’kiy will love Madame Sasha. You will be good to both of them. Serve both of them. Obey and adore both of them.” Her hands darted to “Obey” and “Adore” quickly, but never left “Sleep.”

“Repeat,” commanded Madame Sasha.

“I will love my wife. I will love Madame Sasha. I will be good to both of them. I will serve them both. I will obey and adore both of them.”

“Good.” Madame Sasha lifted her hands off of “Sleep.” Ben mirrored her as consciousness came back to him. “You’ve done well, Malen’kiy. Would you like your reward?”

“Yes, Madame Sasha.”

“This is what obedience earns you.”

Madame Sasha stepped out of her lacy panties in one quick motion, and Ben’s heart almost stopped. The tattoo of a blue snake slithering up her thigh, Sinja, followed the curve of her leg. It curled as it approached Madame Sasha’s stomach and slithered into her pussy. The tattoo ended with the viper’s forked tongue right at the hood of Madame Sasha’s clit.

Madame Sasha scooped more lotion. “When I touch myself, you may touch yourself, Malen’kiy. You may not cum until I do.”

“Yes, Madame Sasha.”

It was hard to focus, hard to make words. When he looked at her, her wanted to admire her body, slender lines and beautiful curves. He wanted to appreciate her smooth pussy. He wanted to see if she was wet, if she enjoyed what she was doing to him. But as long as Sinja was there, everything was fuzzy. He kept his eyes fixed on the viper, on the location of the tongue. His thoughts and eyes were frozen. The only thing that stirred was Madame Sasha’s voice.

“Tell me about our little Betsy,” said Sasha.

And Ben did. Without hesitation, he talked about meeting Betsy. He talked about their wedding day. He talked about Betsy’s soft brown eyes and round face. But Sasha cut him off.

“No. You’ve told me all that. Tell me her secrets. Tell me the things no one knows but you.”

Ben froze. What secrets did Betsy have? What would no one know?

Then it came to him.

“She doesn’t like penetration,” he said.

“Oh really?” asked Madame Sasha.

“She says it hurts. If we ever get to make love, I have to lick her or she touches herself.”

“Do you like to lick her?”

“Yes, Madame Sasha.”

“What does she taste like?”

And Ben told her. He told her everything. As he spoke, Madame Sasha began to touch herself, teasing her clit in tiny circles with two fingers. As she did, Ben touched himself. He stroked his cock slowly, matching her pace as much as possible. She arched her back, thrusting her hips forward, and Ben mirrored. They were attached, like strings from master to puppet, and Ben felt the gentle pull of her control over his body. It took no thought to touch himself, to follow whatever she did. His entire mind was focused on talking about Betsy, about giving his wife over to Madame Sasha one story, one piece of private information, at a time.

As he spoke, part of Ben fell in love with his wife all over again. He shared the secrets of her body: the mole on her inner left thigh, the birthmark on her right shoulder blade, the number of freckles along her forearms, the way she wants her nipples kissed (always kissed, never sucked). He talked about the way her nose crinkled when she thought something was adorable or how she would snort if a joke was funny and then laugh for minutes at her snort. He told stories about her surprising him with lingerie that was too big for her, but tried to make it sexy anyways. He talked about the thong she bought him as a “joke” but still loved whenever she caught him wearing it. He found himself split: one person craving his beautiful wife, the prize of his life, and the other wanting Madame Sasha more than air.

“I want her,” said Madame Sasha as her pace picked up. “You will give her to me.”

Ben said nothing. That small part of him, the part that belonged to Betsy and Besty alone raged against him.

“I want both of you, Malen’kiy. You will give her to me when I take you.”

Ben thought about his wife who had no idea this was happening, who had no idea that Ben was obsessed with this Russian goddess or paying her just to hypnotize him. How would she react to his new addiction? She’d never tolerate it, let alone embrace it. And how could he give her to Madame Sasha? Betsy wouldn’t fuck him if he begged. How could he get her to serve his new mistress?

“If you want my love,” said Madame Sasha, “give her to me. Give her to me and then we will be together, all three of us. You will be whole. You will no longer need to wear the Ben disguise. You will be Malen’kiy in truth. You will be transformed, both of you. You will serve me together.”

“I …” Ben was frozen. He wanted to give Madame Sasha everything he had, everything he owned, and yet … Betsy was separate from this. She had no idea how Ben spent his time, and his perversions were a different life. Part of Ben went to work and ate dinner and watched television, but the other part was someone else, someone Betsy never married, never vowed herself to.

“Do you want my love?” Madame Sasha stopped stroking her clit and moved to rub “Love.” Ben followed her, and felt his cheeks flush with admiration. He wanted her approval, her intimacy, her heart. He wanted to be romanced by this woman and led further into something else, something better.

“Yes, Madame Sasha.”

She began to rub “Obey” and “Love” together. “Then obey.”

“Yes, Madame Sasha.”

“Give her to me, and I will make you whole. You will no longer be split. As you are with her, so you will be with me. As you are with me, so you shall be with her. Obey, Malen’kiy, and then you will have my love.”

The only solution was to merge. Ben had to become Malen’kiy. Malen’kiy had to become Ben. Betsy must be given to Madame Sasha. Madame Sasha must take Betsy. It was obvious now. So simple. All Ben had to do was obey. All he had to do was give in. Madame Sasha would take care of the rest. She would love him and lead Betsy to love him. All he had to do was obey.

“Yes, Madame Sasha. I will give her to you.”

“Good.”

Madame Sasha moved her hands from “Obey” to her pussy. She kept rubbing “Love” over her breast. Ben did the same, rubbing his cock and his chest. He was so close to cumming now. He had to slow down. He couldn’t cum first. He wouldn’t disobey. He would be perfect for her. He would earn her love.

“Describe her to me again. Describe every inch of her over and over.”

Ben obeyed, describing Betsy’s height and build, her waist size and chest size, her hair and eye color. He described her over and over again: the way she laughed, the way she arched her back when she’s turned on. Over and over he gave away the details of her body, betraying her, and each time Madame Sasha stroked faster, Ben stroked faster. They stroked faster and faster in harmony as they each imagined Betsy naked before both of them, turned on and given away, serving Madame Sasha all because of Ben.

Because of Malen’kiy.

Madame Sasha’s body seized as she came. Her whole body shook and her thighs quivered, but she didn’t stop drawing small circles over her clit. She didn’t stop rubbing “Love.” She held her composure, still dominating Ben’s mind as pleasure wracked her body. Ben watched, still matching her stroking speed over his own cock. She stroked even as her body calmed down, and Ben mirrored her.

When she stilled, she looked directly at him, a wry grin across her face. “Thank you, love,” she whispered. “Cum for your lover.”

The screen went black, but Ben could still see her. She hovered in front of him, the image seared in his mind of the blue viper licking her pussy, fuzzing his thoughts, calming his doubts, pushing his limits. He could see all the words on her body, but glowing with a faint light was the one he cared about: “Love.”

As he stroked faster and faster, the word burned brighter, inhumanely hot against her skin. He loved her. Of course, he did. She saw what no one else saw and wanted it. She was going to save him from his boring life, his empty life. She was going to preserve what he loved most, his wife and his marriage. She was going to give him everything because she loved him, and all he had to do was obey.

Of course he would.

As he came, the image of Madame Sasha faded from his mind. Her body and the electric blue viper faded. Even “Love” faded. As he closed his eyes, sleep taking him, only “Obey” floated silently in front of him with a soft pink glow.