The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Call and Response

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Summary: A dialog between a hypnokinky couple, in which words spoken become true.

Dedication: To my beloved and to our future together.

Disclaimer: This story’s kink list includes: dominance and submission, depersonalization, ownership, resistance play, bratting, kitten play, sexual objectification, third person speech, and breast sex. It also takes quite a few cues from “The Trance Key” by HypnoFan—if you like the script style of this story, I suggest seeking that one out.

Melanie:

taking off business clothes How was your day with Julie, love?

Blake:

lying on the hotel bed It was...it was good. We took a walk around town, hit some of the bookstores, got hot drinks and stuff before coming back to the hotel room. We cuddled for a bit before she had to get back to the stacks for research. he fiddles with his ponytail We’re still in a bit of an in-between place. But she said she’d be coming to the con this year!

Melanie:

Oh! That’s great! I’ll be happy to see her. she puts on pajama pants and a hoodie

Blake:

Yeah. he shifts to look her over And how did day one of the conference go?

Melanie:

It was fanTAStic! There was a talk on cellular technologies that was really awesome, and and and there was a whole thing on bioprinting and organ replacement, and, and, and I should stop babbling...

Blake:

chuckling It’s fine, hon. I understand the need to babble.

Melanie:

climbs onto the bed and positions herself on all fours next to him Well, I could babble a lot more, but...pounce.

Blake:

looking at her, not rising Pounce, hm?

Melanie:

gently headbutts his shoulder POUNCE.

Blake:

chuckles That’s your plan for the evening?

Melanie:

Why, yes. Unless you have an alternative.

Blake:

No, it was pretty much my plan, too.

Melanie:

Then pounce?

Blake:

Yes, pounce.

Melanie:

lighting up So should I go get things?

Blake:

Yes, hon, if you want to.

Melanie:

OK! bounds off the bed to her suitcase

Blake:

Anything you were really in the mood for tonight?

Melanie:

Up to you, love. she returns to the bed, kneeling on it, and proffers a leather collar

Blake:

Alright then. he stretches and sits up, taking the collar So you’re good with me choosing to do whatever I wish with you, pet?

Melanie:

Uh-huh!

Blake:

Well, then. I suppose I will have to do just that. he places the collar around her neck, positioning it Too tight?

Melanie:

Uh-uh, that’s good.

Blake:

fits the collar Very good. And who controls your mind, pet?

Melanie:

You, love.

Blake:

smirks Well then. And who controls your body?

Melanie:

You, love. she sticks her tongue out

Blake:

And what are you?

Melanie:

I am your weak and helpless puppet, love.

Blake:

Very good. Good pet.

Melanie:

whimpers quietly in pleasure

Blake:

So you want to make me work a bit tonight, hm?

Melanie:

I can’t possibly know what you mean...love.

Blake:

So you aren’t saying “love” instead of “Master” in the hopes that I’ll MAKE you say the latter?

Melanie:

Or I could just be saying that I love you? grins

Blake:

I love you, too. smiles But I also intend to make you obey, pet.

Melanie:

And how do you intend to do that, love?

Blake:

Oh, I’m sure I can find ways. I could always say a phrase or two that blanks and empties your mind and leaves you utterly helpless to do anything except what I tell you. Isn’t that right?

Melanie:

bites her lip and smiles You could. But then, wouldn’t you just be giving me what I want to begin with?

Blake:

True. Which is why it might be more satisfying if I took a less direct route.

Melanie:

Oh? And what might that be?

Blake:

Well, I could ask you again: who controls your mind?

Melanie:

automatically You, love.

Blake:

Your mind is blank and suggestible.

Melanie:

sighs, eyes glazing

Blake:

That’s right. And who controls your body?

Melanie:

flatly, quietly You, love.

Blake:

Mmhm. And what are you?

Melanie:

still faraway I am your weak and helpless puppet, love.

Blake:

That’s right. And for the rest of this session—until we take your collar off—whenever I touch that collar and say a phrase, you’re going to say it back to me. So if I were to touch your collar like this he lightly touches it and say, “You are my puppet,” you would respond, “I am your puppet.” Do you understand?

Melanie:

Yes.

Blake:

Do you like that idea?

Melanie:

Yes.

Blake:

Very good. And each time you say such a phrase, it will become true, and it will remain true until I say the word “cancel.” And I can make several such changes before I say “cancel” and you return to normal. Do you understand?

Melanie:

Yes.

Blake:

Very good. Do you like this idea?

Melanie:

Yesss…

Blake:

smirks That’s right. Very good. And now, on a count of three, you’re going to have your mind and thoughts back and we’re going to play with this suggestion for a while. So, waking on three, one, mind coming back…

Melanie:

blinks

Blake:

Two, energy coming back, almost able to think properly again…

Melanie:

shifts slightly in her seat

Blake:

...and three, wide awake, back to normal, feeling good. Aren’t you, pet?

Melanie:

sticks her tongue out Yes, love.

Blake:

And how long do you think that’s going to last?

Melanie:

I don’t know. Do you think you’ll be touching this collar any time soon?

Blake:

Oh? he reaches toward her neck

Melanie:

she grabs his wrist Yes?

Blake:

I see. he tugs; her hand does not budge

Melanie:

You’ll have to try harder than that...love.

Blake:

Suppose I will. he tugs again to no effect Who controls your mind?

Melanie:

gritting her teeth You, love.

Blake:

And who controls your body?

Melanie:

with a growl You, love.

Blake:

Your arms are too weak to stop me.

Melanie:

Murr…

Blake:

And what are you?

Melanie:

grudgingly I am your weak and helpless puppet, love.

Blake:

Good pet. he pulls his arm away easily And however will you avoid me now?

Melanie:

Like this! she springs off the bed and curls in a ball on the floor

Blake:

sighs I see.

Melanie:

I am an impenetrable fortress!

Blake:

I see. he gets up and approaches her, genuflecting by her side

Melanie:

rolls away from his reach onto her side

Blake:

You will eventually run out of floor.

Melanie:

We’ll see what happens when I do.

Blake:

Melanie, freeze.

Melanie:

she goes still, her face frozen in a smile

Blake:

moves over, straddles her body, and places his hand at the base of her skull Unfreeze.

Melanie:

I, you…

Blake:

grips her hair

Melanie:

gasps

Blake:

There we go. he touches the collar with his other hand; her body relaxes You are my docile and obedient slave.

Melanie:

I am your docile and obedient slave.

Blake:

That’s right. touches the collar again You obey me completely.

Melanie:

I obey you completely.

Blake:

Very good. he stands and walks over to the bed Kneel at my feet.

Melanie:

Yes, Master. she obeys

Blake:

Good pet.

Melanie:

whimpers

Blake:

Very, very good. he sits on the bed Now remove my shoes and socks.

Melanie:

Yes, Master. she busies herself with untying and removing, ultimately putting the shoes off to the side and fitting the socks inside them

Blake:

Now kiss each foot.

Melanie:

Yes, Master. she cradles his right foot in her hands and pecks it, then repeats for the left

Blake:

That’s right. You’re doing very well. And what do you desire, slave?

Melanie:

To obey you, Master.

Blake:

Wonderful. And, cancel.

Melanie:

blinks, then sticks her tongue out Having fun?

Blake:

Of course. And you?

Melanie:

nods Uh huh!

Blake:

And do you have any preference what you become next, pet?

Melanie:

I suppose my preference is whatever you choose, love.

Blake:

I suppose that’s the case. Does that mean I’ll be able to touch your collar without a fight?

Melanie:

Of course not! she gets on all fours and quickly shifts herself out of his reach

Blake:

...alright then. he stands and takes a step toward her

Melanie:

rocks back onto her feet to block Something you want, love? she sticks her tongue out

Blake:

Maybe. Or maybe I should just remind you how good you feel when your mind goes fuzzy and empty…

Melanie:

blinks, does not move

Blake:

he takes a step toward her and how good it feels when you just follow and obey like a helpless, docile puppet… he reaches down and touches her collar You are a kitten.

Melanie:

I am a kitten. she gets back down on all fours Mraaaooooww.

Blake:

That’s a good kitty. Heeere, kitty! he beckons

Melanie:

Raowr! she nuzzles his hand

Blake:

That’s it. he gets down to one knee and scratches behind her ears

Melanie:

PrrrrrRRRrrrr…

Blake:

rubs the back of his hand against her cheek

Melanie:

Nyaow!

Blake:

That’s a good kitty. Cancel.

Melanie:

gently headbutts Blake Reowr.

Blake:

amused Do I need to say the ending trigger again?

Melanie:

leans back on her haunches, sticks her tongue out

Blake:

Very well, then. steps toward her, his hand out

Melanie:

Mrow! tenses, puts up her hands defensively

Blake:

So do I get to come close?

Melanie:

Of course you can, love. But I’m not going to make it easy. she grins Mraow!

Blake:

pointedly steps back and puts his hands behind his back I think I will let you get up, then.

Melanie:

eying him as she rises Should I be wondering what you’re up to, hon?

Blake:

Maybe. Or maybe I’m just interested to see how you will be fighting this.

Melanie:

cocking her head to the side Y’know, aside from the one freeze trigger, you haven’t been “cheating” very much.

Blake:

Well, yes! I want to use THIS suggestion.

Melanie:

It IS a good suggestion.

Blake:

Although I think I might be able to tempt you into making things easier for me.

Melanie:

Do you, now?

Blake:

Of course. Would you like to fetch your leash, lovely?

Melanie:

spine straightening Rrr! If you’re going to offer that, well, some things might be arranged!

Blake:

grinning Excellent. Fetch it, then, pet.

Melanie:

squeaks in glee while heading to her suitcase; she removes a leather leash from it, then proffers it to Blake

Blake:

takes the leash and clicks it onto Melanie’s collar ring

Melanie:

purrs

Blake:

And who controls your mind?

Melanie:

You, Master.

Blake:

Who controls your body?

Melanie:

You, Master.

Blake:

And what are you?

Melanie:

shivers in pleasure I am your weak and helpless puppet, Master.

Blake:

uses the leash to tug her close Good pet.

Melanie:

gasps, looks him in the eye glassily

Blake:

Enjoying yourself, love?

Melanie:

Uh-huh…

Blake:

holds the leash just inches from the collar’s ring Feeling like a good pet?

Melanie:

gasps again Yes, Master.

Blake:

That’s right. he touches her collar; she does not resist You feel horny and hypersexual.

Melanie:

dreamily I feel horny and hypersexual.

Blake:

holding his fingers there You are unreserved and forward with sex.

Melanie:

waking up, audibly savoring the words I am unreserved and forward with sex.

Blake:

touching still You are a brazen harlot. he moves his fingers away

Melanie:

I am a brazen harlot. growls and grins Mmm, and what am I doing with so much clothing on, love?

Blake:

continuing to grip the leash I don’t know. Maybe I like you with a shirt on right now.

Melanie:

pulling back against the leash So are you saying you don’t want me to be all easily available for you?

Blake:

holding the leash tight, still The idea does appeal. So if I let go of this leash, will you undress?

Melanie:

Only if you promise to let me touch you, kiss your neck, fondle your chest, work my hands down to your cock…

Blake:

Mmm. And maybe I could put that cock in between your breasts?

Melanie:

purring And then I could make you come…

Blake:

You could. grins Good pet.

Melanie:

purring more So are you going to let me take my shirt off, or do I need to pull that leash away from your hand, love?

Blake:

I suppose I should let it go. he gives a last tug toward himself; she holds her ground and looks him in the eye with a smile And… he drops the leash ...undress as you like, my pet.

Melanie:

Heee! she hurriedly pulls off her hoodie and tosses it to the side Mm, and do you intend to keep wearing your own shirt, love? Or do I need to take it off you myself?

Blake:

Oh, I suppose I can indulge you. he removes the shirt Is that better?

Melanie:

touches his chest and growls in pleasure It might be. she caresses Blake’s chest; he closes his eyes and sighs Of course… she gently pushes him toward the bed I think I would really like to pin you down and have my way with you…

Blake:

Would you now?

Melanie:

I would! she embraces him and kisses him on the lips, his legs pressed against the bed

Blake:

I suppose I should lie back on it for my own balance?

Melanie:

Perhaps. Or I could keep you right here… she removes his hair tie, strokes his hair, and purrs

Blake:

Mmm… he throws his head back and enjoys the sensation But, ah, you can have even more fun if you, ah, let me move…

Melanie:

Alright then. she kisses him again; he reciprocates enthusiastically, and then she takes a step back

Blake:

lying back on the bed Is there anything else you’d like of me? he grins tauntingly

Melanie:

Hmm. I suppose you could take off your pants so I can reach where I’d like more easily...she begins removing her pajamas

Blake:

I suppose that’s fair, love. he removes his pants and tosses them to the floor

Melanie:

Perfect. she kicks her pajamas to the side and gets on the bed, straddling Blake and looming over him And now I get to touch you however I like.

Blake:

Mm, and how do you intend to start?

Melanie:

Like...this! she kisses his neck repeatedly, alternating side to side

Blake:

Aahh…

Melanie:

continues the trail of kisses down his chest, growls

Blake:

Of course...what we talked about...he gasps as she kisses his neck again ...might require us to switch positions…

Melanie:

kisses behind his ear True…

Blake:

Nn! So, shall we switch?

Melanie:

I think I can get a bit more out of this one first. she grins, then begins grinding into him

Blake:

Nnn, that’s, yes, we can do that for a bit…

Melanie:

purrs and grins

Blake:

And who controls your mind?

Melanie:

suddenly sounding faraway You, Master.

Blake:

Who controls your body?

Melanie:

going still You, Master.

Blake:

And what are you?

Melanie:

I am your weak and helpless puppet, Master.

Blake:

Very good pet.

Melanie:

breathes in sharply, no longer grinding

Blake:

And how about you take that bra off, lovely?

Melanie:

with a grin Yes, Master. she pulls off the bra and gently tosses it off the bed

Blake:

reaches up and squeezes both of her breasts

Melanie:

whines with arousal

Blake:

And how about you move to your back so I can use your breasts, pet?

Melanie:

looming over Blake, planting her hands above his shoulders Or I could keep holding you here...while you play with them now… she begins grinding again

Blake:

Mmmnn...or I could ask you...who controls your mind?

Melanie:

gritting her teeth You, Master.

Blake:

Who controls your body?

Melanie:

she growls briefly, playfully, then relents You, Master.

Blake:

And your body moves off me so that I can get on top of you…

Melanie:

haltingly moves from her straddle of Blake, letting him slip off the bed before lying on her back Murrr.

Blake:

And what are you, pet?

Melanie:

sighs happily I am your weak and helpless puppet, Master.

Blake:

Very good pet. he straddles her torso, planting his knees on either side of her ribcage

Melanie:

pressing her breasts against the erection beneath his boxers Mm, do you plan to keep that under clothes, love?

Blake:

Not for the entire night. he touches her collar while her hands are thus occupied You do not think.

Melanie:

I—she blinks, then stares do not think…

Blake:

continuing to touch You have no will.

Melanie:

I have no will.

Blake:

You are an empty shell.

Melanie:

I am an empty shell…

Blake:

Your body is mine to use.

Melanie:

flatly My body is yours to use.

Blake:

idly stroking his cock through his boxers You are my property.

Melanie:

I am your property.

Blake:

You are my mindless puppet.

Melanie:

I am your mindless puppet.

Blake:

You are under my control.

Melanie:

Puppet is under Master’s control.

Blake:

grinning Mmmn. You are my obedient slave.

Melanie:

Puppet is Master’s obedient slave.

Blake:

savoring this You are an empty shell.

Melanie:

Puppet is an empty shell.

Blake:

You are my fucktoy.

Melanie:

Puppet is Master’s fucktoy.

Blake:

Good pet.

Melanie:

shudders, does not speak

Blake:

Now stay there just a moment. he gets up and heads to his suitcase, retrieves a condom, then removes his boxers and puts the condom on Begin pressing your breasts together repeatedly.

Melanie:

silently complies

Blake:

Very good. he straddles her torso again Such a good fucktoy. he places his erect cock between her breasts as they are squeezed together Mm, that’s right. That’s a good pet. That’s a good fucktoy.

Melanie:

moans quietly as she continues to obey

Blake:

breathing heavily Good pet. And begin repeating, “Puppet belongs to Master.”

Melanie:

Puppet belongs to master… she continues pressing her breasts into Blake’s cock Puppet belongs to Master…

Blake:

moaning softly Good pet…

Melanie:

Puppet belongs to Master...Puppet belongs to Master..

Blake:

Mnn...that’s my pet…

Melanie:

Puppet belongs to Master…

Blake:

inhales sharply as he orgasms Good pet…

Melanie:

Puppet belongs to Master…

Blake:

Stop repeating and come.

Melanie:

gasps and then moans repeatedly as she orgasms

Blake:

sighs And as soon as you finish coming...sleep. Relax.

Melanie:

continues moaning for a moment, then lets out a long breath and goes limp

Blake:

Very good. And, cancel. And hold still and calm and quiet for just a moment… he grunts in effort as he gets up and heads to the bathroom; the sound of running water is heard; he returns without the condom and then lies next to Melanie And on the count of three you’re going to be fully awake, fully aware, all the way back to normal and free from my control, waking on three...one…

Melanie:

stirs slightly

Blake:

...two…

Melanie:

blinks repeatedly

Blake:

...and three, wide awake, feeling great.

Melanie:

Mmm thaa was goood. she rolls toward Blake and embraces him tightly

Blake:

kisses her hair Feeling pretty good, I take it?

Melanie:

Uh-huuuhhh. nuzzles into Blake’s shoulder

Blake:

Lovely. I’m feeling pretty good, too.

Melanie:

You made my brain all mushyyy… kisses his cheek

Blake:

I suppose I did. Good pounce?

Melanie:

Veerrrryyy good pounce.

Blake:

kisses her cheek I love you.

Melanie:

I love you, too. she places her head on Blake’s chest and they lie together on the hotel bed