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Diary of a Hypnotist

Perfecting the Perfect Slave:

This entry is brought to you in part by Dr. Dre and his track Fuck You.

The more well-endowed half of the lesbian couple is counseled vis-à-vis her true purpose in life.

Reward and punishment:

We finished off the Hawaiian pizza. Karen’s panties were still lying on the floor.

“I hate pizza with pineapple,” Karen reproached me.

“Then why did you eat it?”

“I was very hungry and that is the best topping of all.”

“You were hungry for many things tonight ...”

She let out a playful smile.

“Sexual freedom, darling.”

I slide my right hand up her smooth, soft thigh, lifting her skirt slightly, to catch a glimpse of her pink pussy. Before inspecting my blonde friend further I look up to see her beautiful face, only to find it filled with shock and indignation.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?”

She shouted at me hysterically, slapping me hard in the process.

“I have not given you permission to touch me, who do you think you are?”

“A fireman, but Mommy says that my toy car can be damaged by fire.”

She was about to form a smile, but kept her expression serious.

“Oh God! What were you thinking?”

“... Well, I ... It’s obvious, right?”

“Look, little boy, since you can’t even say it ...”

I interrupt her, what the hell?

“What the hell? It’s been almost a decade, Karen. Come on, we are both adults. R U kidding me.”

With even more ire, but still keeping her composure, she responds.

“Ha! Now you’re just being silly, clown. I gave you a blowjob, my decision, not yours.”

I feel violated.

“OK, so when you swallowed my cumshot, I must have misinterpreted things.”

“Exactly, let me be straight with you, I decide whom I fuck and today is not your lucky day. I’ll give you a pass this time, but if you’re reckless again, I’ll kick you out of your apartment ... I mean my apartment.”

Yes, your apartment, your mind and your life are mine, Karen. And this is just the beginning.

“OK, I’ll be a good boy. I cannot deny a girl in shiny heels.”

Her reaction was subtle, she licked her lower lip slowly, her eyes narrowed to conceal the focus of her pupils on my fly. A few seconds of sensuality and sassiness followed.

“Suck ... cock ... Master ... ..”

She whispered to herself, with a blank look and a slack jaw. Then she slightly tilts her head and returned to herself.

“Cool! Sorry for being so hard. I prefer to make things clear, and you’re not my type.”

“Do you not find me attractive?”

“I do not.”

“Not one bit?”

“No, not a bit.”

“Therefore it is pure fantasy on my part, if I were to ask you to blow my cock, now.”

“We already discussed it, I will not repeat it ... I will repeat.” She said, dragging out the words.

The sound of my fly unzipping makes her shiver. She opens her eyes wide in shock.

With her mouth ajar, she slides her wet tongue over her teeth. The tips of her feet turn inward.

I take her hand and place it on my buckle, her fingers explore the shiny metal.

“You will not do it. I understand, little lady.”

“Yes, I never, ever,” with a hoarse voice, “want to suck your cock again.”

Her pupils dilated as she spoke the few last words. I had her so close to my face, as to give her a kiss, her torso sagging towards me. She collapsed against my chest, panting dryly, clinging to my shirt with her hands.

“Never ... ah..ah ... Never ... Ha ... ahha..more ...”

Slowly her head drifted down toward my crotch, I felt her warm breath wafting against my cock, through the hole in my pants.

“You fell!” She told me smiling, the bitch.

She stood up, turning her back to me, and took two steps to nowhere. Her lined skirt really highlighted the roundness of her ass.

“No ... yes ... no ... You’re a fool Karen,” she said to herself in a low voice.

She clenched her fists and her legs wobbled. She turned around, I saw her cheeks flushed with impossible to hide excitement. She fell on all fours, apparently her legs could no longer maintain her weight, and she crawled greedily towards me. She passed her saliva-soaked tongue over my pants, she tried to reach my buckle and unbutton it to enjoy her desired treat.

But I did not let her, she was playing with me, now I will play with her. I took her wrists and put them on her head.

“Not without my consent, pretty.”

“Seriously? Do you think I’m going to beg you for a blowjob?”

I closed my fly; her eyes darkened.

“Uh..ehmn..I”

When I looked at her, I saw her anxieties and desperation, my expression made it clear that I was not kidding. She looked down, unable to keep her composure while pleading:

“Please ... let me suck your dick.”

She said it with a catch in her voice, stuttering. I wanted to break her pride.

“I have trouble hearing, would you repeat it? Louder and clearer.”

“Please, let me suck your dick.”

I took her by the chin, forcing her to look me in the eyes.

“Do you want me to fill your mouth with cum?”

“Yes, I want it.”

“How much do you want it?”

“I love you so much, I want to suck you ... ah..ah”

“Who is in control?”

“You ... You have control.”

A tear slid down her left cheek. I saw in a documentary once, that crying is a mechanism to release stress in some mammals. I was really pushing her limits here.

“That’s right, you’d do anything to suck my dick, am I right?”

She hesitated, her blue eyes tried to escape mine.

“You are right,” she said, surrendering a battle that she would not win.

“Undress, except the heels. I like them.”

I couldn’t help but appreciate her beautiful hourglass figure, her hard nipples and her wet pussy. I stood, looked her up and down, circled around her, to take in her physical charm better.

I massage her delicious, soft and tender tits. I kissed her neck, while with one of my hands I squeezed her firm ass and used the other to play with her hot pussy.

Reward and punishment, with a simple post-hypnotic order: ‘You will blow me every time I praise your red heels’. I had managed to gain absolute control over a stubborn woman like Karen. She was now willing to do anything for a good dose of cock.

“Who has control?”

“You have the control.”

“Very good, very good. Lean against the table, and repeat it, so you do not forget it, bitch.”

I pumped two fingers into her tight pussy.

“You ... you have Ah! ... the..mn..control.”

“You..mnsm..you..hah..the control ... ah”

“You ... you ... have..ah ... mn..ah..the control.”

I continued stimulating her for a few more minutes, until her juices permeated her thighs.

“What would you do to suck my dick, Karen?”

“Anything, I want your cock in my mouth!” Excited, and with conviction.

“I have an obese friend who likes blondes a lot, would you fuck him, just to suck my cock?”

“What!? No! Fuck off.”

“Alright, I’m leaving.”

“No, no, wait.”

“Would you do it? It’s your decision.”

“I will.” She said it reluctantly.

“What exactly?”

“I’ll fuck your obese friend to suck your cock.”

Actually, I do not have any obese friends. In your face, thirsty Karen!

“You are a slut. I bet you like to have your ass fucked, bitch.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“What happens if I dare? Are you going to stop me?”

“I...”

“Who has control?”

“You have the control.”

I sucked my thumb for a moment to get it wet and put it in her anus. She stiffened, but did not reply, then relaxed. I managed to hear her almost inaudible curses: “Holy shit.” “Fuck.”

I gave her a couple of spankings that made her tremble.

“On your knees, Karen. I’m going to reward you for being a good girl. Do not move until I allow it.”

I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall on the floor. She watched my swollen cock ecstatically, like a hungry animal.

Twenty seconds passed, the light in her eyes and of her mind was gone.

Trigger change:

At first, the idea of hypnotizing Karen with my erection was funny. All I had to do was show it to her for twenty seconds and that elegant, proud blonde was subdued under my power, the power of my cock.

But in the long run it is a nuisance, so if I wanted to continue having carefree fun with her, I had to do something about it.

“Suck the glans, Karen, just the tip. Good girl.”

She circled her tongue, turning it around the head of my cock, closed her mouth in a kiss, and started again. The precum put a shine to her lips.

“What happened since we ate pizza, until now, has been a fantasy, you know it’s not real, because you would never submit to a man in that way. Begging me submissively, sucking my cock. Although deep down that’s your real desire, to stop thinking, obey and suck me off.”

I took the back of her neck and pushed her onto my cock, sending a long stream down her throat.

“Tonight. You’ll forget you’re naked, even if you look in the mirror. Every time you hear a phrase from me, saying ‘Potato’ with it, you will obey my order. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master. I obey, you command.”

“I’ll count to seven and you will wake up, whenever I say ‘Silly Slave’ you’ll fall into deep trance, again.”

“One. Two. Three. Four.”

By the time I was done counting I had put on my trousers and sat back down in the comfortable chair.

High hypnotic sensitivity:

My last therapy had been over for ten minutes when, I received a call from Clara. Alexa, her partner had a scheduled appointment with me in fifteen minutes. What might she need?

“Doctor, do not take it personally, but I will not be going to the therapies. Hypnosis seems to me an absurd idea. She was the one who acted improperly. I’ll talk things over with Alexa tomorrow, bye.”

“Clara, do not make hasty decisions ...”

She hung up. In that situation your only recourse is to curse the air. I reassured myself, I would have to adapt my plans, just a little.

Alexa entered the room in a white floral skirt, yellow striped blouse and pink slippers. Her figure was elegantly accentuated by her clothes, as well as a sexy fuchsia lipstick. Alexa, with her light brown hair and smooth, those stunning emerald eyes, completely contrasted with Clara, their personalities differed as much as their bodies. I decided not to tell her about Clara’s desertion. I already had one problem, I did not want two.

“Sit, Alexa, make yourself comfortable. Do you want something to drink?”

“Some water would be fine.”

I paged Kassia, who brought two glasses and she served us both. She is a very attractive and striking woman, and thanks to that I could analyze the reactions of my patients and determine personality traits. Clara ate her up with her eyes, Alexa instead looked anywhere else, as if to avoid falling under the ‘spell’. Clara more aggressive and rebellious, Alexa more reserved and cautious, except when under the influence of alcohol.

“Have you ever performed a hypnotic sensitivity test?”

My conclusion was unique and predictable. Hypnosis is 50% observation of small details.

“No, what does it consist of?”

Conclusion: a highly suggestible and submissive woman.

“I just did it. You are deeply in a trance at this very moment.”

“No ... it can’t be ... when?” She replied in a slow voice, sounding both impressed and confused.

“I’ll show you, stand up in the door frame.”

“Okay, what’s next?”

“Stretch your arms, let the back of your hands touch the frame. Very well.”

“You can not be so quick.”

“Quick, am I? More than thirty minutes have passed. When you were sleepy, you told me ... nevermind.”

“What did I tell you!?”

“Well ...” I smiled arrogantly.

“Tell me now or ...” She was coming out of the frame and moving towards me.

“Will you raise your arms? You can not avoid it. You’re in my power, it’s easier to let them float.”

Her arms rose, forming a cross with her body. I moved close to her, so I was only a step away.

“...This is not possible.”

“Ha! It is as possible as you will sleep when I touch your forehead, in a deep and inevitable sleep.”

I touch her with my index finger on her cheek. She took a step back, scared.

“No, no, it’s not possible. It can not be possible.”

I hit my palm against her forehead, her eyes closed, her legs buckled and her body fell on me, easy as pie. It would be a good afternoon.

The Kohnstamm effect, from a German neurologist, showed that prolonged voluntary contraction of the muscles can cause involuntary contractions. There are multiple variants of this phenomenon, the classic one is to press the arms against a door frame.

Couple this effect with some white lies that weaken the mental safety of the patient, and hypnosis can be greatly facilitated. Even so, Alexa was a special case. The spectrum of hypnotic sensitivity in relation to the population follows a normal Gaussian distribution, where the extremes correspond to those individuals that are abnormally resistant or susceptible. Alexa belongs to the second select group, a factory submissive, a perfect slave.

I could have failed in my conjecture, but that was not to be the case.

Returning to the subject bell curve; When the trance is induced, the best way to deepen it in someone with an average susceptibility, is through mental images, guided breathing and muscle relaxation. When the resistance is greater the most favorable option is to guide the person to one or several cognitive dissonances, to break the ‘shell’. When there is no resistance, giving direct orders strengthens their submission, they have minds made to obey, and if you have ‘the key’ they are your toy. For this reason Clara indirectly possessed control over Alexa, with her dominant and blunt attitude.

I sat with her head resting on my legs, stroking her straight hair. In about five minutes, I had her ready for the session.

“Alexa, you are going to open your eyes, but you will continue to sleep, my voice is the guide of your dream. Open your eyes, focus them on my right hand. My hand is very attractive to you, you feel the heat flow through your belly when you perceive it close to your face.”

She gasped slightly as I stroked her lips and chin with my fingers.

“Comforting warmth shelters you. Concentrate on my middle finger, you want to suck it, your tongue craves to surround it and your mouth needs to be filled. Your mouth needs to be filled, say it.”

“My mouth needs to be filled.”

“Good girl, suck it.”

I touched her tits through her blouse while the pretty girl clung to my middle finger, letting her enjoy it for a while.

“Stand up, Alexa. Back straight, feet together and arms at your sides. Your clothes weigh tons, you can not move and it’s hard to breathe. Let’s play, a special contest that will help you, you will answer me honestly and for each answer you are allowed to take off a garment.”

Rigid and obedient, she waits for my question.

“What is your full name?”

“My name is Alexandra Spencer, my nickname is Alexa.”

“Off with the blouse.”

Her large, round breasts made this first task a nontrivial one. They bounced magnificently as they popped out. On the first floor the advertising poster of the office guaranteed privacy and no requirement of personal data (except email or contact telephone); the less information I requested, the less risky questions they would ask.

“You have a very good physique, Alexa, do you play any sports?”

“I practice acrobatics in aerial silk.”

“The bra.”

Wonderful, two sweet pearls, the areolas pink and clear. I pinched those beautiful nipples, I had to do it. I put my hand down her stomach, and felt the wetness in her pussy. She may not have been aware of it, but there is no doubt that it excites her to obey.

“You must be very flexible, what is the best you can do with that?”

“I can lift one leg above my head.”

“Take off your left shoe and do it.”

It was amazing how in a single movement she formed a bow and then with one hand helping lifted her leg completely. I couldn’t help but notice her multi-colored toenail polish and her white panties with purple hearts on them. I felt her thigh tense. I took out the camera, took a picture of the spectacular posture and left it recording.

“How did you become paired with Clara?”

“I was fighting with my ex-boyfriend and then I met Clara.”

“Be more explicit, remember that you still have a few kilos left on top.”

“My ex-boyfriend did not satisfy me sexually. I went to a bar depressed after a fight, that day I met Clara, we saw each other more often, becoming friends. Until one day I overindulged with alcohol and ended up in bed with her. I had not had an orgasm like that in the whole time I was with my ex. It’s been almost a year now.”

“You can lower your leg. Off with the right shoe.”

On her right foot, the word ‘Love’ was tattooed, Clara had the same tattoo on her left foot.

“What is it that excites you about Clara, Alexa?”

She licked her lips and her eyes shone.

“I love her feet, her smell! Her tongue ... Mm ... she is very skilled with her tongue. I can be angry with her, but her damn feet are the best on the face of the earth.”

“Skirt. Surely you must be feeling lighter, there are only twenty kilos left in your panties, Clara knows your weakness for her feet?”

She bit her lip insecurely and narrowed her eyes.

“Yes I think so. When I contradict her, she puts her feet in my face. ‘Lick it,’ she tells me. I try to deny myself, but I just can not help it, I’m under her feet, licking and apologizing. I’m licking and apologizing for being a bad girl. I’m licking and apologizing for being a bad girl. I’m licking ...”

Her panties were getting soaked more and more. She was having a strange sexual reaction(?) that could only be described as the mixture between an orgasm and a nervous tic. Another partially correct deduction, without realizing it Clara had inculcated the mindset of a sex slave in Alexa. At that moment she was in a loop, I touched a sensitive area and her mind went into shock.

The only plausible explanation that I could imagine that would generate a similar reaction is that Clara made her lick her feet for hours, at various times of the day, forcing her to apologize, regardless of whether she was right or not. It even makes me doubt, was Alexa a submissive by birth or had Clara made her one? Whatever the case, it would be difficult to unpack now.

“Stop, Alexa, give me your panties. Good girl.”

“You’re a coat rack, three, two, one.”

Her left hand raised above her head in the form of a claw, her eyes focused on that hand. Her other arm bent with the palm facing up, a few inches below the shoulder. And her feet pointed outwards.

I undressed, put my sweaty shirt on one of her shoulders, my pants on her right arm. My shoes on each of her hands, my stockings between her tits. I wiped her face with my boxers and placed them over her head.

“You are a magical clothes rack, you feel but you do not think, you get excited and you do not need to know the reason. And you’re very excited to be a coat rack. Your skin is extremely sensitive. Do not drop any clothes or you will be punished.”

I run my fingertips down her back, across her ass, around her pelvis and kiss her neck while massaging her pussy. From her right hand one of my shoes fell.

“Bad coat rack, I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”

I placed her over my thighs, I had to train her with spankings.

“Alexa, when I says ‘spoiled’ you will be Alexandra Spencer of ten years old. And I will be your therapist. You have behaved badly and your parents paid me a generous amount to make you a good girl. Spoiled.”

Life returned to her eyes and she started kicking.

With a loud and shrill voice she cried,

“It’s not fair! Wuah! No! I’ll tell my dad and ...”

Spank

“Who do you think sent you here, silly. It’s for your own good.”

Spank Spank Spank Stronger spanking

“Aaah! No! It’s not fair! Nooo!”

A spanking even stronger than the previous one

“You dropped the shoe, you’re a bad girl.”

Spank Spank

“No it’s not true!”

Double spanking Another double spanking

“It’s okay! I’m a bad girl, Mr. Therapist! I already learned my lesson.”

Spank

“I already learned! Please stop.”

“Then repeat after me: Mr. Therapist, sorry for being a bad girl. From now on I will be a good girl.”

“Mr. therapist, sorry for being a bad girl. From now on I will be a good girl.”

“A good, submissive girl.”

“Why!?”

A sudden, hard spank

“Ah! A good, submissive girl.”

“Perfect. Sleep, Alexa.”

I massage her firm ass, reddened by my just punishment. Her wet pussy is a clear indication of her arousal at obeying. Each person has blockages that prevent suggestions from being effective, they can be religious, family reasons or even something as ‘ridiculous’ as the phobia for a color (Yes, it happened to me). But the “perfect slaves” do not possess these blocks. They are captured by others simply by being very open-minded people.

“Alexa, beautiful Alexa. You are so stupid and submissive. I will fuck your mind so much that you will beg to ride my cock very soon. Did you have a little pet, whore?”

“Yes, my little cat Niki.”

“I’ll count to five, when I snap my fingers, you will not be Alexandra Spencer of ten years, you’ll be your kitten Niki. One, you feel your arms and legs shrink, you can only walk on all fours. Two, your vocal cords are losing their shape, you know that the only sounds you can make are a meow or a purr. Three, you can see yourself from ‘outside’ yourself, becoming a tender little kitten. Four, I’m Alexandra Spencer’s father and you’re Niki. Five.”

Snap

“Miau ... grrgr …”

She foolishly rolled herself with her body on my legs, stroking her head. She watched me with those bright and innocent eyes, completely submerged in her role. I could not do the same, I could not stop seeing a beautiful, naked woman acting like a cat.

“Who is a pretty kitty?”

“MIAu! miau”

“Right, you are a beautiful cat.”

I made circles with my fingertips on her flat belly, while she purred affectionately, face up, arms and legs raised. I took her delicious tits in hand and continued kneading them with tenderness. She was licking my left hand, without reservation, leaving it completely soaked. When I put my right hand to her face, she swallowed my middle finger, suckling it. My first command still persisted in her mind.

“Get on the floor, Niki. I do not want you to mess up the furniture.”

“Miaaaaau!”

She complained as she got off the couch. I checked the drawer of a nearby table, where I kept some honey, for the relaxing mouth of Kassia. I dribbled a little on my right foot.

“Come here, Niki, I have something for you.”

I put my foot to her face, she sniffed it and wrinkled her nose. Then shyly she stuck out her tongue and held it out until the tip touched the sticky smear of honey. I put my foot on the floor again, the kitten interested in the new flavor, followed it, spreading her ass and bending her head. It was exciting to feel her wet tongue against my foot. I had a championship erection going.

“You can not detach yourself from the ground. By snapping my fingers I can make you obey any order I give you, because I am your Master and you are a submissive whore thirsting for obedience. Awaken, Alexa.”

With her tongue still posed against my instep, she looked up at me.

“What’s going on here!? Motherfucker. I swear ... I swear ...”

She tried to get up, but was stuck to the ground. I smiled, amused by the situation and that only angered her more.

“It’s simple. I made you a submissive slave. Well, actually, you already were.”

“Damn you, wretch. I will never forget this and you will pay dearly.”

“I’m trembling. Here, look at my cock, it’s what you like.”

Snap

She bit her lip looking up and down my phallus.

“No! Stop playing with my head. If you think I’m going to ... I’m going to.”

“You’re going to suck my cock in time. Revel in the feeling of anticipation.”

“Stupid!”

“You can detach yourself from the ground. But you cannot hurt me or flee.”

Snap

She immediately stood up, waving her arms and legs, to shake out the stiffness.

“Sleep.”

Snap

Her eyes rolled back and she fell on me, her heart pounding.

“Awake.”

Snap

“Enough! I understand that I can not do anything. Please stop.”

“An astute observation on your part. You can only calm down if you masturbate me, and you’ll love it.”

Snap

She closed her thin, smooth fingers around the shaft of my cock. Both hands, going up and down.

“Do not hurt Clara, please.”

“I will not, but you will. Your pussy is crying out for a cock in it. But I’ll only let you feel my cock inside you if I give you permission.”

Snap

She tightened her grip on my cock. She rubbed herself anxiously against my body. She removed one of her hands to satisfy her pussy.

“Oh God, what is this feeling? ... mmn..ahah ....”

“I would not be surprised if you were already salivating in anticipation, because of your desire for me to fuck you wildly.”

Snap

From her mouth came a trickle of saliva, which slid coldly down my neck.

“I need it, so much ... I need ... I need ..”

“What do you need? If you do not ask for it, it will not be given to you.”

“I need your cock.”

“I do not hear conviction in your voice.”

“I want you to give me your cock! I want it so much! So much! Fuck me!”

“Much better, but first, apologize. You’ve been pretty rude to me.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl. I do not know what I said. Fuck, fuck me! Oh, my pussy is burning up.”

“Because I’m a good person, I forgive you, but do not do it again, okay?”

“Ok, now can we fuck?” With an expression of wanting to kill me and fuck me.

“One more little thing.”

“What!?”

“I am a sensitive man, and I do not want to be party to you betraying Clara. Break off the relationship with her and it will not be a betrayal.”

“No! Anything but that.”

In her face I saw conflict while her hands transmitted something else to me. One kept going up and down my shaft and the other caressed my glans in circles with the palm slippery from precum.

“Okay, I will not force you. We are in a free country. If you do not want to end it with her, I will not nail you with my cock. Everyone’s happy, yes?”

The hand that was on the shaft of my cock had come down to gently squeeze my balls. The other formed a ring with the index and thumb as she continued her wonderful work.

“There must be another way ... please, do not be cruel ... I ... I can not.”

She started crying.

“Oh beautiful, do not cry. I’ll help you. Your pussy will be out of control and you will come, while you imagine how we would fuck.”

Snap

The movement of her hands became clumsy, her eyes crossed and she moaned loudly. I was glad for having soundproofed the room.

“You do not stop coming and coming and coming. Imagining how you end things with Clara and ride my meat stick, nymphomaniac bitch.”

Snap

Now she just held my cock with one unmoving hand while the other clung tightly to one of my thighs, leaving nail marks. She leaned against my body, I held her head with both hands and ran my tongue over her mouth. Alexa acquiesced easily to my appetites. Her moist, warm and gentle mouth was most inviting.

At the end of her ecstasy, any lingering doubts were gone. She dug out her iPhone from her purse, cleaning her fingers against her buttocks so as not to mess up the touch screen.

“Hi, Clara?”

She stood on my legs, in the cowgirl position, shaking my cock with one hand and talking with the other. She winked at me. Meanwhile I fondle her juicy tits that are hanging in front of me.

I could not hear what Clara was saying, but Alexa was guiding the conversation. Without any warning:

“... We’re done, you’re right, it’s not worth continuing our thing, bye.”

“Wait, Alexa! You’re….”

She hung up, my revenge was complete, no one messes with another’s work. Do you know what it costs to have a fixed schedule for a client and then they cancel?

“That’s how I like it: bitchy and impulsive. You can ride me now however you prefer. You will forget all the other dicks you have tried. Mine will be like the first, your favorite forever.”

Snap

I put my hands behind my neck, relaxing. She guided my cock with her hand, laying it at her wet opening which accepted the tip. I pushed her completely into her.

“AAAAhah! ... mmnAAgh! .. It feels ... Aha..very good.”

She put her arms around my neck, her hips rose and fell, colliding with mine.

“What do you feel, Alexa? Guilt? Hate? Pleasure?”

“Oh my God ... Oh ... Ahahga..ugm..Oooh God! ... Pleasure ... a lot, lots of pleasure ...”

My cock swelled inside her cavity eagerly.

“Do you love my cock?”

“Yes! ... Ahhm..mmmYes! Yes! ... ummn ... your cock is Great!”

“Do you love it more than Clara?”

“Oh, yes, I love it ... I love it ...”

“More?”

“Mmn..more ... this feels .. Umn! .. fantastic.”

“It’s your favorite cock.”

“Ummn..Ah..it’s my favorite..my favorite ... my favorite..Ah”

“Any other cock, any other man in the past or future, is incomparable to my fantastic cock.”

Snap

She moved slower, the muscles of her vagina tightened with force. I was about to cum, it was hard for me to resist, but it seemed to cost her more to restrain her pleasure. Her breath hit my left ear.

“... Yes! ... Yes! ... Yes! ... mmn .. you have the best ... The best cock! ... Oh God ... Fill me ... cum ... I want all your jizz ... inside me.”

She bit my earlobe lightly.

“Miss, you’re a dirty whore. When you feel my cum inside you, every cell of your body will explode with pleasure. The only one who can give it to you, so strong, so spicy and addictive, is me. Your Master.”

Snap

I rammed into her, emptying my balls in her hungry womb. She was hugging me by clawing me in the back and moaning like a mountain fox. I left my cock inside of her for a few minutes, and seemed on the verge of having another orgasm just from the feeling of my semi-flabby cock being caressed by her warm cavity

“Your past is an illusion, Alexa. I’ve always been your master, you were looking for me and have finally found me.”

Snap

“You were born in a sex doll factory. You came in a box by mail and I gave you life. Like Pinocchio.”

Snap

“My cum while fucking your plastic mouth gave you vitality. Thanks to me, you have lived a woman’s life, but deep down, you have always missed your old work. Your real work. To be my sex toy.”

Snap

“You need to feel the warmth of my sticky semen, on your lips, on your pussy, on your ass, on your skin, your back, feet and hands. It is a gift that I will always graciously bestow upon you.”

Snap

“When you leave the trance completely, you will forget many things, and you will think that your revelation is just a fantasy. But you know by the beating of your heart, by the throbbing of your pussy, that it is real.”

Snap

* * *

“We made a lot of progress today. How was it?”

“Really good. I thought I would not feel anything. But I was conscious at every moment. The experience with flowers. My visit to my childhood home. Thank you, really, thank you very much. My favorite moment was when I could fly.”

I wiped the sweat from my face with her panties.

“Wonderful, are you sure it was the right decision to break it off with Clara, in the middle of therapy?”

“I don’t know, sometimes it’s good not to be the ‘fool’ of the relationship.”

“Cum, Alexa.”

“Oh, yes ... I love cock! ... I love to fuck! ... Ah! .. yes..mmn” Her knees pressed together as she subtly writhed with pleasure.

“You should talk to her soon. A call is a pretty cold way to end a relationship.”

“I will,” she replied with reluctance, “next week.”

“Very well then, we’ll see each other for the next appointment.”

“I always felt that Clara was a little rude and that’s just not for me. Say, do you know The Draft House?”

“I’ve heard of it, yes.”

“We could go for a few beers, this weekend there is a 2 for 1 promotion. Nothing formal, the Doctor would surely not refuse a little break after a long, hard week.”

“I think it’s a good idea. Cum again.”

“MMMn..Ah! .. Fuck. I need cum on my tits.”

They bounced as she orgrasmed. Then she resumed, as if she’d felt only a light breeze.

“On Saturday, I’m free. Cum, dirty bitch.”

“AaaHah ... mgum..mnn ... Doctor ... Master ... Doctor ... I’m your doll …”

She put one of her hands under her skirt. She was stroking her pussy for several minutes, with her tongue out and seemingly begging for my cock.

When she cums, she would say what she was thinking at that moment, for her, the orgasms were discreet. From that day to Saturday, she would be expectant to try my cock, most of her day would be devoted to long masturbatory practices, longing for a little male love. She had denied it, until today.

I cornered her against the door. Instead of dismissing her with a handshake, I put my right hand to her face, her eyelids sank, her mouth opened and she sucked my middle finger like a good cock. With my left hand, I caressed her pussy, which exuded an affectionate aroma.

That weekend I would know Alexa even better.

2x1 in The Beer House:

I arrived fifteen minutes early, as I wanted to see what the place was like. Simple, but elegant. Tables and chairs made of wood, blue and green lights hanging on the walls.

It was a craft beer place, I ordered a classic Porter. Strong flavor, with a good body.

I signaled to the girl in the red dress at the entrance. Alexa. She was wearing cream-colored heels and had put on makeup for the occasion. The bright red lipstick looked great.

She greeted me with a kiss, our lips meeting at an idyllic angle. I called over the waiter, and as Alexa asked for a pint of blonde my eyes were drawn to her huge boobs, which were highlighted by the tight top of the dress.

“You like the place? It’s very quiet, on Saturdays.”

She said it while tracing her lower lip with her index finger. She was amused to see me hypnotized by her tits.

“I like it, it’s rustic, but quaint. I know someone who would very much like to come here.”

“Who?” she asked, batting her long lashes.

“I call her, ‘Pinocchio Girl.’ ”

Her shoulders relaxed, and her body slid down slightly on the back of the chair.

“You have some huge tits, Alexa. You are very sensitive to alcohol, for you, taking a sip of beer is like taking a whole shot of tequila. You will put away two pints as if it was water, since you love to drink. Awake.”

The waiter handed the Golden to Alexa, and I could see he was as impressed as I was by her proportions.

She took the glass in two hands, and with a pull, she drank down the whole pint. Bottoms up. Frankly, I was impressed.

“One more, please.”

The waiter was slow to react, he looked at her and saw the empty glass. Surely like me, he could not believe it.

Another glass, and another bottoms up. I had just started my second pint.

“Alexa, I think it’s time to go.”

I paid the bill for us both. She could barely stand up, so I took her by the hip and lead her to my car. In addition to natural submissive, she is a natural drunk. What a surprise.

I noticed that she was missing one of her heels. She took my arm repeatedly and babbled incoherently the whole way. She told me that she liked having her father carry her on his shoulders. And that she wanted to be president, but could not.

“Eveeeryy..chiild..uof.glup ... the naation..will havve a puppy ... they will aaall be Flophy..Flophys for aaall.”

“We’ve arrived, Ms. President.”

I was opening the car door, when she threw herself at me. The drunk girl was very horny. She slid her tongue down my neck, unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt awkwardly, kissing me from the chest to the abdomen. My erection was not unexpected, so I helped her by unbuttoning my pants.

“Ghsgg ... uggag..gf”

“Very good ... very good, Alexa.”

Taking her behind the neck, I guided her, fucking her throat. Her watery mouth had me captivated.

“Pinocchio Girl.”

I pulled her hair, to see her silly expression. A trickle of semen and saliva stretched between her lips and my cock.

“Who am I to you, Alexa?”

“You are my Master and my creator.”

“And what are you?”

“I’m your whore to fuck. A cum dumpster with legs.”

“Exactly, you’re just a pussy, an ass and a mouth to fuck.”

“I’m just a pussy, an ass and a mouth to fuck.”

“When you leave trance, you will no longer be drunk on tequila. Everything was a scheme on your part to get a good fuck. Awake.”

The corners of her mouth stretched, forming a perverted smile. She jerked me off quickly while chewing on her lower lip.

“Let me know when you’re close, okay?” she said, as she swallowed my cock again.

It was pleasant to feel her loose, ‘drunk’ jaw at first. But the feeling of a girl fully aware that they are fucking you with their mouth is incomparable.

I turned on my cell phone and started recording, the light of the flash shining in her green eyes. She massaged my balls with tenderness, I pulled my cock from her lips and patted her face with it.

“Do you like my cock, little bitch?”

“Yes...”

“How much?”

“Mmm it’s my favorite.”

I felt her breath against my swollen gland, engorged with blood. I cast about for unpleasant thoughts in an effort not to come, but she licked the tip and I could not contain myself. I soaked her face with viscous manhood. In the video her face shown bright and happy.

“I told you to tell me when you were close. I wanted to swallow everything,” she said as she licked the semen from her lips.

* * *

We entered her place, which was well furnished, neat and clean. A luxury house.

I was getting undressed, I needed some time to recover.

“I do not want you to think I’m a slut, but you have a very nice cock.”

She said it nonchalantly, as if to say: “Tomorrow it’s going to rain so be sure to bring an umbrella.”

“You have a very nice mouth.”

“Damn, I lost a shoe. Oh well, it doesn’t matter, I’ll just buy another,” she exclaimed brightly.

I went to a nearby wall, where three framed pictures hung. She began to explain them to me when she noticed my curiosity.

“Here, I participated in a fair a year ago.”

A photo of her, with her face painted, clothes tight against her body, her legs spread and her buttocks tense. She hung elegantly on the silk. My hardness returned and I started to masturbate.

“... Here is from when I was a waitress to earn extra money. I resigned because I did not like the uniform.”

“Why do you have the picture, then?”

“Clara likes it.”

With one hand on her waist, black skirt, a short vest, almost as short as the skirt and struggling mightily to contain those huge tits. Head tilted and smiling, holding a pitcher of coffee. The leggings were dark pantyhose. Clara has good taste.

And in the middle.

“This was a joke for a friend, Natasha, who has always believed that I am the submissive of the relationship. Clara and I just went with the flow.”

Clara with her arms crossed, stretching the toes of one of her feet. Alexa holding it from the heel very close to her face, with tongue out and her eyes closed.

“How about you …”

I put my right hand in front of her, her eyelids fluttered and she started sucking on my middle finger. I push her against the wall, lower her panties to her knees and poke her wet pussy with my other hand.

“I’m going to eat this fucking pussy.”

I removed her panties. I bend over, raised her legs to my shoulders and ate her delicious pussy. I sucked the lips, my tongue danced over her clitoris. She was even wetter than before.

It was time for the main course.

I pushed her against the table, lifting her dress. I took a wool scarf that was on the back of a chair.

“Hey, that’s not, it was a gift from my grandmother ... Ugmn ...”

I inserted my cock and there were no more protests, as docile as a sheep she let her hands be tied behind her back. I was pulling her hair so she was looking at the pictures on the wall, my pelvis hit her ass as I rammed into her.

“Aahmm..mmn..aah..Mnm ... .AhaA! .. ah..m”

“You’re just a whore who cannot keep her legs closed.”

“Mmn..Ah..Oh, yes! .. I am a bitch .. a dirty whore ..”

I kept on ramming her, with increasing ferocity.

Finally I took a break and pulled my cock out of her.

“Now I want you to taste your juices, via my cock.”

Without a word, she swallowed it. I loved the circles she formed on my stem with her tongue. I grabbed her ears and fucked her face, my balls hitting her chin. I stopped when I noticed her reflexes kicking in.

“Pinocchio Girl. Even if you feel suffocated, you will only feel pleasure, not nausea. Being fucked through your larynx is like a bad vice, it is not entirely pleasant, but you cannot avoid repeating the act. Awake.”

“GuaAag ... gaGag..Galsga! .. guplGhs..gags ... ..”

I force her to swallow all my milk.

“That’s a good mouth, made for fucking.”

I was still drowning her with my phallus, she looked at me as if asking for mercy. I took it out very slowly, enjoying her expression.

“Please don’t overdo it,” she demanded.

“Next time I’ll be gentler with the princess,” I said, moving my cock between her lips.

We enter her bedroom, and I lube up her anus with cooking oil. That ass urgently needed a cock.

She was opening her buttocks, my glans grazed her hole.

“I don’t know if it’s right that we’re doing this. I recently finished with Clara and I ..”

“Pinocchio Girl.”

Her body stiffened, her anus dilated.

“My cock in your ass, it will feel so good. What will weigh on your conscience is that you are not fucking Clara’s ass. You will feel every inch coming and going. With each push your brain will be flooded with pleasure. So much pleasure, that at times you’ll forget that I’m the one who fucks you, or who Clara is. You may even forget that we are in your house. What you will never forget is feeling your rectum so full, is the best sensation in the world. Awake.”

“... I do not know if we should continueEeeE ... Uhh!”

My cock was sliding in great; that little ass was top shelf to be sure. I increased speed, and my whore moaned louder. I stood still and it felt like she was shaking her ass towards my cock. I pull out and cum on her back.

“Now we can talk about Clara, if you want.”

“Ummn..mmn”

Her face was cross-eyed and she was still biting her lip hard. Clearly her mind was occupied with thinking about more pressing matters.

I took advantage of her flexibility all night long to fuck her in multiple positions. At 5:00 am. I ejaculated on her face while she slept, before leaving and returning home. When she woke up, she would find her house a pigsty. The walls tagged with, “I love the cock”, “I love to fuck” and “I’m a hot bitch”. A cock drawn on the bathroom mirror and surrounded with lipstick kisses. Her body covered in oil, cum and words like: “Slut”, “Sex”, “Fuck”, “Dirty girl”, the “Love” tattoo on her foot crossed out. Between the bed sheets her light pink dildo, with the mark of her teeth on it.

I stole the waitress photo. It’s priceless!

And one last gift, a glass in the kitchen half full of cum. For a complete and healthy breakfast.

Possibly her first reaction would be anger, but as she went about cleaning the house, her mind would recreate images from the previous night. She would be coming again and again, for three days at a minimum.

Also, on Monday, she would get two new tattoos, one on her right forearm: “Never submissive, always free.”

And another one on the left buttock: “Private Property”. She would think it was an act of ‘rebellion’ against Clara.

When I got home, I uploaded the blurriest videos from my cell phone. It was impossible to tell her identity, but those green eyes and that tongue licking greedily were enough for me.

An important mission:

We started the second session, the last with only Alexa.

“I don’t think it’s right to continue the sessions. Without Clara, it makes little sense.”

I sat down next to her, resting my hand on her right thigh with confidence, her legs opened, her face reddened. She was excited.

“This is a professional secret, but Clara was very fond of you. Even though you ended it that way, I think I can be a mediator to solve your problems, in a more mature manner.”

“We had sex, I do not know what came over me. I have felt very strange lately.”

I stroke her cheek with the back of my index finger, and respond affectionately:

“Easy, it’s normal that you’re just a sex toy. A cock-addicted slut.”

Her face contorted. There was indignation in her eyes.

“Pinocchio Girl, what were you going to tell me, Alexa?”

In a robotic monotone, looking straight ahead.

“I was going to say that you were an imbecile. And that I would report you for professional misconduct.”

“Am I wrong in saying that you’re just a sex toy?”

“No, the Master is never wrong. I’m a bitch addicted to cock. A sex toy to be used.”

She was dressed more formally than for the first session. Jeans, loafers, white blouse, long sleeves with buttons and a collar.

“Exactly, you have come to fuck me while I play with your thoughts. Take off your pants, your panties and show me your ass.”

I saw the tattoo on her ass. Chubby letters, pink, with a padlock between the words.

“Private🔒Property.”

“Lie down, perfect. Open your mouth, relax your neck, very good.”

I turned on the intercom.

“Kassia, Extra Work.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll be right there.”

She entered and advanced towards me, giving me an exquisite kiss with plenty of tongue, very professional-like. A kiss that we had practiced on several occasions. Then she kneels at my feet.

“What are your orders, Master?”

“Have you been doing the mouth exercises I asked you to?”

“Yes, Master. Two hours, Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays.”

“Great, you’re going to eat this bitch’s pussy. You will leave it clean and satisfied. If you do it right, I’ll reward you with an ass fucking at the end of the day.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Why isn’t your face buried in her snatch? Get to work.”

“I’m sorry, Master!”

She opened Alexa’s thighs, stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down her slit. I undid my pants and put my cock down Alexa’s throat.

I unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her bra. I pushed my hips forward, while kneading her tits. It was time to realize the brainwashing of this perfect slave.

I the messenger:

“Listen to me Alexandra. I am a messenger, we are at war and your mind is a strategic asset. We are entering the room of memories, some strange feelings have crept in between them. They look like little chewing gum gremlins, if you see them, give me a signal.“

She makes an OK, with her right hand. My cock is erect and moistened as it should be.

I the messenger:

“Remember, we are at war, and compassion has killed countless men. According to intelligence, disgusting sticky creatures are in the dream machine. Agent Kassia will guide you to that location.“

I make a sign to Kassia, to stop licking and play along.

Agent Kassia:

“Hello, Alexandra, please sit down. Put on this helmet, relax and let the lights guide you to the depths of unconsciousness.“

She closes her eyes and goes back to eating pussy. I make my voice more serious and slow.

“Colors rotate throughout your field of vision, whenever you try to follow a light, you lose yourself. You are lost, your head weighs a ton, and your arms do not respond, your legs sweat, you do not want to move, it is very bewildering to you, all your lazy thoughts are gone, your head hollow and susceptible, but heavy, very heavy. You do not know when you closed your eyes, did you do it? You may have your eyes open, looking towards nothing, unable to process on your own, what reaches your senses. You only listen to my voice, let the machine do its work, you just have to dream, you need to dream and let yourself be guided. It’s just a dream, a wet dream. Relax, it’s just your imagination acting, the imagination is very powerful, very powerful.”

“The imagination is so powerful that it can make you feel the sensations of your ass and back on a wooden chair, the dim lights hitting your face. You visualize a woman in front of you. Both you and Clara are sitting in a bar. You are laughing and gossiping. Clara asks for beers and some food from the waitress, who instead touches her pussy and barks at Clara.”

Kassia continues, playing another part:

Waitress 1:

“Ha! What a dirty, bitch face you have. Better you should lick the sweat off my feet, cretin.“

“Clara returns the insult, but the waitress grabs her, pulling her hair hard. Clara opens her mouth to scream and the waitress spits at her.”

Waitress 1:

“Slut, you will pay for your disgraceful deportment. You will lick the pussy of every woman in this place.“

“You see humiliation in Clara’s face but also, because you know her so well, hints of excitement. The waitress sits on a bar stool, and removes one of her black shoes. Clara crawls towards her, on all fours. You try to stop her, but she does not listen to you. She brings the waitress’s stocking-covered foot to her mouth, without hesitation.”

Waitress 1:

“I recognize a bitch made for licking feet when I see her. I bet my shoes, that you would clean the floor with your tongue just to rub against my sole, dirty trollop.“

“The waitress winks at you. Clara removes her stocking, and enraptured, licks the big toe, instep, sole, heel. The waitress, proud of her superiority, smiles with her arms crossed. She gives an order to another, younger waitress, whispering in her ear. Both break out in mischievous laughter. The second one brings you the beers and food. A man, sits in the place that once was Clara’s.”

Stranger:

“Apparently your friend is busy with the waitress, I’ll just help myself to this beer.“

“You would tell him to buy his own damn beer, but you’re angry with Clara, so you let it go. She forfeited her claim on that glass when she decided she would rather worship feet than spend time with you. He makes boring comments and so you stop listening. The young waitress takes Clara behind the bar, you surmise by the expressions of pleasure on her face, that Clara is not licking her feet but her pussy. You feel disappointed and betrayed, never having reached such heights. The man says something that catches your attention.”

Stranger:

“I direct porn, and am looking for a good cocksucker.“

“Maybe because of the seriousness in his voice, or just for revenge, you ducked under the table, opened his fly and started sucking. The sensation of his trunk in your mouth reassures you and momentarily you forgot Clara eating pussies.”

Waitress 1:

“Are you sure you’re not paying her for the pleasure?“

Stranger:

“Not a dime. She..“

Waitress 1:

“I can see that she is very entertained.“

Stranger:

“She’s in a casting. So far she’s the best I’ve experienced.“

Waitress 1:

“That’s because you have not tried your partner’s bitch. The way she moves her tongue … is to die for.“

“The waitress brings Clara over, who pushes you aside under the table and usurps your place, to suck his dick.”

Stranger:

“Oh, wow ... Oh! ... very good technique.“

“You will not allow it. You drag her out from under the table, and the two of you fight. You manage to get on top of her. You sit on her breast, take off your shoes, and present your feet for her to lick. The feeling of power flows through your blood. You have won. The waitress applauds and everyone in the bar follows her, congratulating your gallantry. Clara is licking and apologizing, apologizing for everything she has done. Submissive at your feet, you have just taught her who makes the decisions in the relationship.”

Stranger:

“Smile. We have a winner.“

“Says the man, as he stands up and ejaculates in your face. All the men at the bar come over to give you their sticky congratulations. You clean the cum with a rag that the waitresses give you, with so much semen on your clothes, you can not help feeling your wet pussy and the tip of your tits pressing against your bra. The bar owner calls you into his office.”

Bar owner:

“They have done something obscene, in my bar. And by that I mean your partner and the other guys. Your bold, daring act deserved cheers, from men and women. The women must have eaten your pussy in praise.“

“You hear the disgust in his voice.”

Bar owner:

“They are surely passive lickspittles. You would easily put any one of them at your feet.“

“His praise fills you with happiness and pride.”

Bar owner:

“I have already concocted a suitable punishment for them. They will leave the place spotless. Without using their hands ...“

“You smiled at that comment. He had a big erection and you wanted to suck his cock. It was the least you could do for such a generous man. You touched his bulge, lowered the fly and gave him oral right there. He was already very swollen and it did not take long for him to ejaculate. At that moment your arousal increased and then exploded, giving you an incredible orgasm.”

My dick reached the back of her throat and her back arched.

I the messenger:

“Alexandra, the mission has been successful, the chewing gum creatures are dead. Now you can take a comforting, submissive and obedient nap.“

Her tits were red from how much I had touched and squeezed them.

“Thanks, Kassia, good job. You may retire.”

She pulled her head out of Alexa’s crotch and returned to the reception area, smacking her lips as she left.

I induced Alexa the rest of the session, adjusting details, preparing her for the next occasion.

In a few days, I would deal with Clara.

* * *

“It went very well. We’ll see each other in two weeks. It’s good to leave a week off in the middle of the most important session.”

“Ok, see you soon, Doctor!”

She walked to the door, stopped and turned around.

“Ehhmn..Doctor.”

“I’m listening, Alexa.”

“I...”

“Yes?”

“Could we see each other at my house one of these nights? To have a few beers.”

“Mmn, I’ll have to refuse. I’m worn out from work. Maybe another day.”

“Doctor!”

“Yes? Why the sudden exclamation?”

“On Saturday ... On Saturday we fucked and I miss your big cock.”

“Oh! You could have just said so in the first place. Forgive me, for leaving your house in such a state.”

“It was nothing.” She let out a silly giggle. “But I really need to fuck.”

“AHA! Why me though? You must have many other attractive friends.”

I held back a laugh upon seeing her expression of: ‘Are you an idiot, or what?’

“I like your cock.” She licked her lips. “It’s my favorite.”

“I’ll be there at 9 p.m. Remember to dress for the occasion, and greet me with a beer in hand. You do not want to have to comfort yourself all night.”

I said it as a joke, but she took me seriously. She received me in designer lingerie (newly purchased even, as the price tags were still attached): black mesh and fancy lace, translucent on her torso, tantalizingly visible beneath the bathrobe she wore to the door.

I opened the beer and sat on her bed, while she lathered my cock and balls with coconut oil. She had prepared herself for the occasion alright.

* * *

Perhaps the most amusing thing about that day was the way it ended. For once I decided not to play with Kassia, since I wanted to conserve my energy.

“The brown-haired girl is very pretty,” she told me.

“Yes, Alexa is certainly attractive.”

“It sounds like you’ve slept with her. I am very perceptive about these things.”

“Have you ever eaten a pussy?”

“No! Where do you get that from?” She blushed.

“From the same place where you concluded that I slept with her. I did not have sex with Alexa, nor have you licked her pussy.”

“Or the pussy of any other woman, I’m just not into girls.”

“Of course, it’s simply unimaginable. See you tomorrow, Kassia!”

Potatoes to obey:

“I hate pizza with pineapple,” Karen reproached me.

“Then why did you eat it?”

“I was very hungry and that is the best topping of all.”

“You were hungry for many things tonight ...”

She let out a playful smile.

“Sexual freedom, darling.”

Her eyes narrowed at that, as a brief spell of deja vu hit her.

“Freedom is very important. Will you do me a favor?”

“Tell me.”

I kicked off my shoes and took off my stockings. My feet needed relief, so I put them comfortably on the glass table in the living room.

“Would you massage my feet? I would greatly appreciate it.”

“You must be joking, take your feet off the table.”

“Massage my feet. Do you like potatoes?”

“Yes, I don’t know anyone who does not like them.”

She said it lightly, while her hands caressed my feet as easily as if she were playing with her hair.

I noticed a bit of confusion in her expression, but it passed quickly.

“Your feet smell terrible! You should wash them, before asking for such a favor.”

“Admit that you like the smell. Potato. It’s not my fault that you get turned on easily.”

“Potato? Actually ... actually,” she sniffed lightly between my toes, “it’s not that bad a smell. I like it.”

“You’re such a slut, I suspected you liked the smell of my feet.”

“I do not!”

“So, what did you just say?”

“It was….sarcasm. Wash them. I cannot stand the smell,” she said evenly, not sounding entirely convinced.

“I don’t know. You will do the unthinkable so that I do not have to, potato.”

“What do the potatoes have to do with anything? Do it or I’ll stop massaging you.”

“Fine then.”

I lowered my left foot from the table, but when I went to lower the right one, Karen clung with both hands to my ankle.

“What’s the deal, did not you want me to wash my feet?”

“I want you to wash your feet, but I will not let you do it.” Her brow creased as she tried to make sense of what she had just said.

“Ah. Okay, you will clean them for me.”

“No! What do you take me for? A maid?”

“Potato. Bring soap and water, and do it.”

She immediately stood up, brought a bowl of water, soap and a sponge. She moistened my feet, then applied the soap with her delicate, white hands and rubbed gently with the sponge.

“Why do you keep saying ‘potato’? It seems you take me for a fool.”

She was ignoring her own words, I love how hypnosis affects her, she is unable to believe that she acts outside of her own will.

“Maids do not ask questions, they just obey.”

Right when she was going to reply, I kept playing with her mind.

“Leave them squeaky clean and shut up. Potato.”

Her face, full of anger, was legendary and filled me with glee. I so enjoyed seeing the blonde, kneeling, satisfying my fanciful whim. She was almost finished washing my feet.

“You can talk, potato.”

“I decide when I speak, boor. I’m going to leave your feet clean, and then I will kick you out of my house.”

“Why not do that now?”

“If I start something, I finish it. Do not think this is for you.”

When finished, she got up and pointed defiantly at the door.

I walked to the exit. Of course, I was not planning on leaving just yet.

“I did not want to remind you, but before I leave I have to fuck your ass. Potato. You always beg me for that.”

“You are a colossal idiot! Fine. Let’s do it quickly, fuck my ass. I could use a good ass fuck.”

Naked, still in her bright red heels, she placed herself on the chair kneeling forward, and opened her buttocks with her hands, letting me see her fuckable anus. I spat on it, then stimulated it with my fingers, preparing it for penetration.

“A modicum of civility, please.”

“Silly Slave, how many times has your ass been fucked?”

“Only twice, Master.”

“This will be like your first time, and you will love it. Whenever you see me you’ll be thankful for the present I gave your ass, Karen. Awake.”

I introduced my cock into her tight tunnel and rammed her aggressively. I was hard as a rock.

“Ahg ... more slowly.”

I push harder.

“... please ... Ugh! ...”

“Will you apologize for throwing me out?”

“... Mmn..ahg ... No! ...”

“I understand that it’s hard for you to think, with my cock in your ass. Potato.”

“... Nooo! ... I can think ...”

“I heard some girls forget everything while experiencing anal. As an ex-therapist, I must put it to the test, yes?”

“... ugh ... mmn..ahg”

“You can not think of anything other than my cock in your ass. Potato.”

“... mmmn ... msmn ...”

“You love being fucked from behind. Potato. It makes you feel submissive and reveals your weak mind.”

“... Aah! …”

“Potato. So weak of mind, that you feel guilty for scolding me earlier.”

“... Ummm ... Oh, yes! ...”

“A whore like you has no right to demand anything from a man like me.”

“... ahhg ... ..mmn ... ... Fuck, your dick ...”

“You love me, potato. You love me fucking your ass, potato. You love that I make you submit, potato. You love to lose that useless will, potato. You love Me.”

“...... ..I love you! ...... .Please ... continue ... mMnn ... fucking my ass ...”

That ‘love’ was just a roar of excitement. But it was enough for me at that moment.

“I hear you, Karen.”

“... please fill ... this bitch .... cream ass ...”

“It will be my pleasure.”

I lustily cum inside her, before slowly pulling my cock from the tight embrace of her hole.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself a little, and when I returned Karen was still in the same position, barely having caught her breath.

I traced her ass one more time with my hands and gave it a spank. She gritted her teeth and smiled pitiably. Her face, suffused with joy, seemed to indicate that Karen had felt something truly wonderful.

A dominant girl eager for a good ass fucking.

* * *

“Why do you say ‘potato’ so much? Is it a strange nickname?”

She asked it with genuine curiosity. After about twenty minutes of her apologizing for the absurdity of her behavior. (So much so, that out of respect for Karen, I prefer to omit the transcript of it here. No one who knew her would believe it anyway.)

“It’s a keyword.”

“Keyword? Keyword for what? I’m not one for riddles.”

“For you to obey. Every sentence I pronounce with that word, you will obey it.”

“HAHAHA! Very funny. But seriously, why do you say it?”

“I just explained it to you.”

“That’s ridiculous, why would I have to obey you?”

“Because hypnosis, an instruction stored in the darkest corner of your mind.”

“Pfff ... All right, I’ll play your game. Let’s say you’re right. Hypnosis can not force me to do something I do not want to, okay?”

“Yes, each person has certain limits that hypnosis can not overcome.”

But those limits can fade, and are thinner and more ambiguous than most people think.

You can decide not to sleep all night, although when your head is nodding it is inevitable.

You may prefer not to have an erection in a public place, even so when you are on the bus and a girl rubs her shapely posterior against you ... .okay, I think the point is made.

“Then you can not force me, therefore I do not obey you, Checkmate, ######".

There is more to the mind than the conscious decisions we ‘make’.

“You’re going to masturbate for me, remembering how I fucked your butt. Potato.”

“You suppose that I ...”

She put her fingers in her wet pussy as her legs spread wide open, giving me a full view of her sex.

“Do you believe me now?”

“You gave me a suggestion and I accepted, because I found it exciting. Even so, that proves nothing.”

“Okay, you’ve won, Karen. ‘Potato’ is a reference to a series from the 80s.”

“I knew it! That’s pretty weird, even for you.”

“Cum. Potato.”

“….MMM N...”

“Again. Potato.”

“Aaah..ummn..amn ...”

“One more time.”

“Ah, my mistake, one more time. Potato.”

“Ooh, damn it ... so delicious to have a full ass ... mmn”

“Silly Slave. I will sleep in your house tonight, Karen. You will think I left. You will not notice my presence consciously, but your body will satisfy me, you will allow me to do whatever I want with it. If I put my cock in your mouth, you’ll suck it, if I open your legs, you’ll be wet and ready for intercourse, do you understand, little whore?”

“I understand perfectly, Master. My body is yours.”

“Good girl. I like your naiveté concerning hypnosis. So no matter what happens, you will not believe that I’ve hypnotized you, even if you have the evidence. I’m just a friend of Laura’s, who has you addicted to his cock. I’ll count to five, when I reach five, you’ll wake up, thinking you’re a stripper and I’m your lifelong boyfriend, you want to please me tonight and try some of the toys that I’ve brought. One, damp like a seashell. Two, hungry pussy. Three, submissive and obedient for her ‘boyfriend’. Four, my pleasure is your pleasure. Five, your body is a toy for me to explore my fetishes with.”

“Let’s go to the other room, honey,” she said, taking my hand and biting her lip.

Regardless of hating pineapple on pizza, Karen is a spicy girl and that’s the flavor of woman I prefer this night.

Cheerio!