The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Angelica Ainsworth had a problem. In fact, she was a girl who always had a problem. Her problem almost certainly wasn’t a problem most other girls had. And yes, she did still consider herself a girl, even though she was in her twenties now. Still, you were only as young as you feel right? And how she felt was young. Young and horny. She still didn’t understand why she was always horny. She was fairy sure that the only people who were this horny all the time were teenage boys. That was when their hormones were raging and they were just getting used to their own sexuality. It wasn’t something that typically happened to girls, especially not young women. As such, it was a problem that Angie considered almost solely as hers. Which meant that it was probably her boyfriend’s fault. She was pretty sure he hadn’t intended to make her this way, it was likely something that had happened by accident, while he had been messing around with her mind.

That was probably the root cause of all of this. Angie had always been interested in hypnosis, even before her relationship with Dennis. In fact, he never would have had the idea to start practicing hypnosis if she hadn’t been interested in it. She could never explain why it had interested her, only that it did. Almost certainly it had been during one of their numerous hypnosis sessions something had been triggered inside her head. Whether Dennis had planted the suggestion in her brain intentionally or it had happened on its own, Angie was convinced her heightened libido and almost permanent state of arousal had been caused by something deep and carnal being unlocked inside of her. Of course, even though she referred to it as a ‘problem,’ it was probably one of the best problems a person could have. After all, if you were going to have some sort of affliction, this delightful feeling was probably the best thing you could hope for.

Of course, this wonderful feeling wasn’t so great while she was at work. At home she could rub one off in the bathroom, or she could play games with her loving boyfriend, who would usually indulge her even when he wasn’t feeling up to it himself. She even had a few toys she could use if he was especially tired. But her options for relieving her frustration at work were limited. She didn’t mind working, it was part of her arrangement with Dennis, after all. And she would never survive being cooped up in the house all day. Work helped to distract her from her needs, but of course it only helped when work was busy. Right now it wasn’t. Then again, work as a receptionist for a small therapy office wasn’t especially busy.

Primarily her job involved sitting around answering the phone. She answered the phone to book appointments, she answered the phone to change or cancel appointments and she answered the phone for other reasons. She also made phone calls herself, sending out reminders and confirming appointments. It was somewhat mindless work for the most part. Her part time work at the bar was far more hectic, and typically the only times in her week when she was too busy to worry about her own needs. Fortunately, she had discovered an alternative means of escaping from the heat burning through her body. She took a deep breath, allowing the pleasant sent of the candle to wash over her. It was all a state of mind, hypnosis was all about being able to manipulate one’s own mental state. By controlling her own breathing and allowing the relaxation to fill her body she was able to fend off the arousal that hovered over her.

Unfortunately, the peace she was seeking would continue to elude her, for at that moment her boss walked into the room.

‘On a break, Angelica?’ she asked with a raised eyebrow. Angie simply smiled.

‘I thought it might help with the ambiance,’ she explained, ‘this is a place for people to work out their feelings and get their worries off their chests, after all.’ The therapist seemed to consider this. Dr Catherine Bates had been a therapist for a few years and was quite successful. Even so she still worked alone as a private therapist rather than as part of a larger company. She’d hired Angie a few months after she’d graduated. During the interview Angie had mentioned that she practiced aromatherapy and massage therapy and that seemed to interest the older woman. Not that Angie had been given an opportunity to use either of those skills up until right now. Dr Bates nodded:

‘Ah, yes,’ she concluded, ‘you did mention that during the interview. Of course, aromatherapy isn’t an established practice, but the aroma is pleasant enough and could help the customers relax.’ She rubbed a shoulder with one arm as she did so. It was likely an unconscious movement, but it wasn’t the first time Angie had seen her do that. She had concluded a while back that her boss would feel much better after a good massage. Dr Bates was still in her early thirties and would likely be attractive if she put effort into her appearance, but she always kept her hair pinned back in a no nonsense, professional fashion and likewise dressed for practicality as opposed to fashion or appeal. It made sense, she was a professional after all. But as far as Angie could tell Dr Bates was single and didn’t have any family nearby, so she likely got lonely frequently. Thinking about that caused her own longings to resurface, and she resisted the sudden urge to stroke herself over her panties.

‘Well aromatherapy and massage therapy are both about relaxation,’ she endeavoured to explain, ‘the idea is that by relaxing the body the mind is better able to focus on certain issues. Just like hypnotherapy is designed to help a person clarify their own thoughts and encourage themselves.’ The therapist still looked somewhat sceptical.

I can understand the theory,’ she conceded, ‘but from a practical stand point I cannot picture it being effective enough to warrant professional attention.’ Angie probably should have felt annoyed at this comment. She had, after all put quite a lot of work in these subjects and it wasn’t nice to hear them dismissed so casually. Fortunately, Angie wasn’t the sort of person who got annoyed easily. Perhaps this was another side effect of her own hypnosis sessions, but she was fairly convinced she had been an amiable person even before. Still, she couldn’t help but consider her employer’s word as a form of challenge.

‘Do you want to try it out?’ she offered, ‘at the very least it should help you loosen up your muscles and lose some of the tension in your shoulders.’ Dr Bates hesitated.

‘I really don’t see the benefit…’ she started to say. But Angie had already sidled up to her and with practiced ease ran one of her hands up her boss’s arm.

‘Don’t worry,’ Angie simpered, breathily, ‘it’ll feel really good, I promise.’ Just the thought of it had gotten her hot, even though she knew that it shouldn’t. Perhaps there was something on her face, or perhaps her excitement was contagious. Either way she noticed Dr Bates’s face colouring.

‘This hardly seems appropriate for the workplace,’ she complained. But she wasn’t resisting Angie’s advances, her innocent face often caused people to lower their guards around her.

‘It’s fine,’ Angie said, ‘you were about to go for lunch, right? And I know we don’t have another appointment until 2:00. I’ll just do your shoulders, I’m sure there’s plenty of stress here that needs smoothing out.’ Her boss, somewhat overwhelmed by the younger woman’s eagerness allowed her self to be gently guided to the chair in front of the desk.

‘This better not take too long,’ she grumbled, ‘I skipped breakfast this morning.’ Angie slid the candle closer to them and positioned herself behind the therapist.

‘Could you take your jacket off?’ She asked. Reluctantly her employer complied. Ideally, she’d have preferred it if the shirt was removed as well but it was better not to push things. She laid her hands gently on the older woman’s shoulders.

‘That’s better,’ she cooed, ‘just leave it all to me.’ She got started. Her original conclusion was proved correct. There was a lot of tension in these shoulders, perhaps giving counsel to other people was ironically rather stressful. Or Dr Bates had some other problem outside of work that was causing this. Either way she had quite a bit of stress built up. Normally Angie would prefer to tackle a problem like this directly without anything in the way of the muscles and with some nice massage oil. But her training would allow her to deal with this mess without those advantages.

She decided to start with the neck, it was the only area where she could touch the body directly. She started to make light long strokes with her thumbs, keeping the pressure gentle. It would be best to ease the reluctant woman into it slowly. She felt her boss stiffen.

‘It’s alright,’ she said again, keeping her voice low and soothing, ‘just try your best to relax and enjoy it.’ Her expert fingers glided across the neck and shoulders, seeking to warm the areas up in preparation for a more intense experience. She could already feel her administrations affecting the older woman, who was now following her instructions and breathing in deeper.

‘Just focus on your breathing,’ she advised, ‘in, and then out. No need for it to be too slow, or too deep. Just be aware of it. In and out. In and out. Let the muscles in your body relax and let the scent of the candle wash over you.’ She found herself dipping into her hypnotism research, it was, after all yet another technique to help a person relax. At this point she was using a combination of different methods to achieve that goal, and something at least was working. Dr Bates continued to relax, and as she did Angie was able to start working on the knots in the muscles. As she did so she continued to talk softly to the therapist, hoping to encourage her to relax further and deeper. She wasn’t sure how long she worked on the older woman’s neck, but eventually she decided to move onto the shoulders. Before she began though she really would prefer to work on the muscles directly without the fabric of the shirt in the way.

‘Does this feel good?’ she asked, as she was finishing up on the neck. Her boss didn’t reply immediately, perhaps she hadn’t realised Angie had asked her a question. Angie repeated the question. Eventually the older woman murmured something sleepily in response. Angie assumed that was an affirmation of her question and so she continued.

‘It would feel better if I could touch your shoulders directly, alright?’ Another sleepy mumble. Curious, Angie moved round to the front to take a look. Dr Bates was slumped in her chair, her eyes closed and her expression gentle, almost as though she was asleep. The very sight of it sent a rush through Angie’s body. She hadn’t expected it to work this well! In which case, perhaps she could go further than she had originally intended.

‘It feels really good to be this relaxed, doesn’t it?’ she soothed, as she started to undo the buttons of her boss’s shirt, ‘that’s fine. You can keep going. Keep relaxing. Just focus on my words and go deeper. I’ll continue to make you feel good, just trust me.’ She lifted one of Catherine’s arms, it remained loose and relax as she slipped it out of the sleeve of her shirt and let it flop back down to her side. She then did the same with the other hand. Her employer must have really wanted this. Angie pulled the shirt down to expose her shoulders. At the same time she also revealed a simple white bra. How unadventurous. Still Angie couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy. She clearly didn’t know what to do with them, but Catherine Bates had a lovely pair of breasts. They were big, but not too big and still looked nice and firm. Angie had always been upset about her own small chest and it didn’t matter how much her boyfriend told her he loved them, regardless of size. She didn’t know what Dennis did to her while she was in trance, but she was fairly confident nothing he did involved her breasts. So it upset her to know that other women, who had such assess weren’t doing anything with them.

She resisted the urge to manhandle her boss’s breasts. That would probably be a quick and easy way to get fired. If she was going to do anything she’d need to go slow. The warmth between her own legs was growing now. Seeing someone who was supposed to be in charge of her sitting there so placidly was giving her such a rush. It was strange, considering usually she was the one being dominated, and she enjoyed every second of that. Her sexual deviance clearly was larger and vaster than even she realised. But she didn’t have the time to consider that, she needed to finish up here as quickly as possible. She decided to finish the massage first and moved back round to Catherine’s back. As she continued, applying pressure to the outsides of her boss turned victim’s shoulder blades she continued to talk to her. Now, of course, Angie was aiming to lull the older woman into a trance, rather than simply helping her relax.

‘You feel really good now, really relaxed,’ she said, maintaining her soft voice, ‘I’m going to help you go even deeper, alright? Just focus on my voice and the relaxing sensations and keeping going deeper. Imagine you are walking down a large flight of stairs. With each step further down you’ll go even deeper and feel even better. Just keep going, counting the steps as you do. Keep going until you reach 100. Once you do that you can just let everything go, all stress, all tension and all sensations. Alright?’ She was massaging the collar bone now, one hand supporting the older woman at the back while rubbing at the front with her other. Once she was finished she deftly unclasped her boss’s bra and with a swift movement, pushed it away, allowing those glorious melons to spring free.

‘Oops,’ she said, cheekily, ‘sorry about that.’ Dr Bates didn’t react, it was likely at this point she didn’t even notice the difference, she was hopefully still climbing down in her head, taking herself even deeper. Now Angie was standing to the side, placing one hand on the front of the older woman’s shoulder she pressed the heel of her palm between the shoulder blades and started to apply pressure. As she did so she couldn’t help but watch and relish as her movements sent vibrations through Catherine’s body, causing her lovely breasts to bounce and shake in tandem with her movements. Finally, she placed a stabilising hand on the neck while rolling the head in slow, lazy circles. This wasn’t really part of the massage, Angie doubted it would help loosen up any of her employer’s muscles. She was hoping that by simulating the rocking sensation she would help increase the relaxation. She was fairly certain that the therapist was already deep enough under that it wouldn’t matter, but she needed to go as far as she could.

Finally, she let go, and Dr Bates’ head slumped down again. Angie moved back round to the front. One mistake she had made was that she hadn’t asked Catherine to tell her when she had reached the bottom.

‘Are you at the bottom now?’ she asked, ‘just nod if you are.’ Dr Bates’s head moved ever so slightly up and then down.

‘Very good,’ Angie continued, ‘now you are in a prefect state of blissful relaxation. As such you can let your mind empty, no thoughts or concerns, just float in tranquil harmony and leave your body behind. There’s no need to worry about that right now. Just leave your body with me and float away, focusing on how good it feels to relax and follow my voice.’ She reached over to the desk and retrieved the candle, bringing it close. At the same time she lifted her boss’s limp wrist.

‘Just floating,’ she repeated, ‘no thoughts or feelings at all.’ She moved the candle underneath the therapist’s hand, letting the flame touch her palm. For a moment she moved it back and forth, looking for a reaction. Nothing. Dr Bates gave no indication that she could feel the fire underneath her hand. Angie moved the candle away. She wasn’t really used to being on this side of the hypnosis session. She knew that she went out like a light whenever Dennis used her trigger, but she had no way of gauging how deep someone else was. Still, the fire burning inside her wouldn’t allow her to dither any longer.

‘Cathie,’ she said, with confidence, ‘I want your head to straighten up and your eyes to open. You can obey my instructions without letting go of the mindless bliss you are enjoying right now.’ Dr Bates straightened up and opened her eyes. Or at least her eyelids had moved up, her eyes weren’t technically ‘open’ and weren’t actually seeing anything. There was no life inside those eyes, they were vacant and blank. Angie waved a hand in front of her face. Nothing, no blink and no reaction. She must be so deep, it must feel so good. Angie couldn’t help but reflect on her own many trances, reflecting on how good it had felt to allow her awareness to melt into glorious nothingness, basking in the incredible feelings that came with it. Of course, for her the bliss was more sexual in nature and even now her hand had found it’s way under her panties, stroking her moist folds. She was so hot, so horny, all she wanted to do was stare into Catherine’s blank, tranced face and get herself off. But that would be a waste.

With effort she moved her hand away and sucked the juices into her mouth then she eagerly reached out with both hands and took hold of her boss’s breasts. Her little hands weren’t enough to grasp them fully, but she could still enjoy the soft, malleable flesh under her fingers. She was rubbing them now, relishing in watching their shape change as she moved them up and down, then left and right. She was leaking now, feeling the fluids running down her legs as she continued to enjoy these gloriously soft, bouncy orbs. She could understand now why men obsessed about breasts so much, she’d never had this much fun playing with her own. She’d tried of course, but her own small breasts, while being sensitive, weren’t nearly as fun to sink her fingers into. Usually she’d pinch her nipples until it almost hurt and then slip a few fingers inside herself to finish off, but she’d never been able to satisfy herself with her breasts alone.

Now, however, her boss was sitting in front of her, topless and mindless, not even reacting as Angie mauled her luscious breasts with both hands. The sensation she felt was incredible! Probably not as good as when she herself was under, but still better than rubbing one off in the bathroom like she had been planning originally. She tweaked Catherine’s nipples, rotating them clockwise and then anticlockwise and feeling them harden under her grip. So, she wasn’t entirely unresponsive, that was interesting. Still there wasn’t time to explore. She needed to finish this, before too much time passed. She wouldn’t want her boss to get suspicious and start exploring what actually happened here. She reluctantly released her hold on her employer’s boobs, letting them flop back down to their previous position. Then she laid a hand on the therapist’s shoulder.

‘It feels so good to drift and obey,’ she said, ‘just continue to float as you listen to my commands. I want you to feel your entire body below your next stiffen up. Stiff and rigid, like a statue, completely unmoving. Stiff and rigid, fixed to your chair.’ Again she attempted to lift the older woman’s arm, only to feel it lock in place, just as she hoped. Then she carefully tipped the chair, with Dr Bates still on it, onto it’s back. Her body remained in the same position, legs now sticking up in the air, eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Angie removed her own sodden underwear. She went through several pairs a day, so she always carried spares.

‘Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,’ she instructed. Dr Bates complied, the rest of her body remaining motionless, like a statue. Angie hoped that she wouldn’t feel any discomfort later, it would be tough explaining how her massage eased the pain in her shoulders but caused stiffness in her arms and legs. With her bare and wet pussy now exposed to the elements, Angie stood over her boss and then lowered her hips until she was practically sitting on her face.

‘Now lick,’ she commanded. She wasn’t really sure if the instruction would work or if she’d need to be more specific but to her surprise, and intense pleasure she immediately felt Catherine’s tongue lapping at her folds. It was an incredible sensation, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her body. She had in fact already orgasmed lightly a few times at this point. But now a moan escaped from her lips as a more intense orgasm shot through her body. She lowered her hips still further, feeling the older woman’s tongue sink inside her, lapping at her walls and gathering up her juices. There was no rhyme of rhythm to her employer’s ministrations and that in some way made it better as she couldn’t anticipate which part of her sensitive pussy was going to be stimulated next. She started rubbing herself against her boss’s face, rocking her body as even more pleasure shot through her body, threatening to blast away her own consciousness.

Finally, after one last powerful orgasm her legs gave up and she collapsed forwards, draping herself over Catherine’s unresponsive body. Even then she continued to feel her boss’s tongue move mindlessly inside her, tormenting her still further. As much as she would love to go for a second round, and then a third, she needed to put a stop to this and put everything back to normal. Hopefully her boss wouldn’t mind missing lunch. She did technically get to eat though, so hopefully that would be enough…

‘So you used a massage to lull her into trance?’ Dennis asked, keeping his voice soft and low so as not to disturb his sleeping therapist. Angie nodded, smiling at the memory.

‘Yeah, it was surprisingly easy,’ she answered, matching his tone, ‘at first I was just trying to get her to relax, but when I realised how deeply relaxed she was I just had to see how far I could go.’ Dennis considered this as he watched the entranced Dr Bates continue to snooze next to him. She had told him earlier that hypnosis couldn’t be used to make someone do something they wouldn’t do normally. But that of course was dependant on what you defined as ‘normal.’ Most people wouldn’t start barking like dogs or forgetting their own names if you simply asked them to in a polite way. And yet they could do it during a hypnosis show or demonstration. Why was that the case if the hypnotist had no magical powers? Simply put, because the individual person was happy to do that. In the same way that a person wouldn’t normally show their privates to a stranger but would do so to their doctor, those sorts of things were ‘expected’ at a hypnosis session. In which case the trick behind hypnosis was that it allowed you to speak to a person’s mind directly without any major obstacles or barriers. And once there you can, given the right technique, convince them to alter their own definitions, to the point that you could have them thinking or doing whatever you wanted. The trick was to convince them that it is something that ‘they’ want.

With regards to Catherine Bates, he could only assume that she had been a lot more worked up than she had appeared, to the point that she would do anything just to continue to feel that sense of relaxation that Angie had offered her. To a busy professional living on their own quality relaxation time was probably hard to come by. She was also likely more than a little sexually frustrated, so perhaps that had helped. Still, even then he couldn’t help but be surprised.

‘So,’ he continued, ‘I assume you gave her a few post hypnotic suggestions to make it easier to put her under in future?’ Perhaps that was the answer. Who knew exactly how many times Angie had put her boss under over the few months that she had worked for her? His girlfriend simply smiled at him and gave him that look. He could already tell that seeing Dr Bates like this was turning her on. Did she want to play with her employer, or did she want him to put her under and play with her? Neither one of these things would be happening just yet. He still needed to finish his work on Catherine Bates. Still there was something he felt like he was forgetting, something lurking in the back of his mind. Was it something Angie had said? He wasn’t sure, his mind refused to focus on it. Whatever it was it likely wasn’t important. He turned his attention back to his therapist ignoring his girlfriend. Angie didn’t mind. She was already fingering herself, her wetness already spurting forth. Her story had gotten her so hot and horny and now she was thinking back to another day and another massage…

‘It’ll just be the two of you this evening,’ Angie commented, ‘perhaps you should consider making your move.’ Watching her boyfriend and his stepsister sidestep around each other for the last two days had been incredibly vexing for her. Especially as it restricted the amount of times she and Dennis could mess around. Hopefully, once they were able to pull the stick out of Freyja’s but, they’d be able to go back to their normal day to day life. Hell, Angie would even let Freyja join in if she wanted to.

‘You act as though I’m going to ask her out,’ she heard Dennis reply. The stalemate was having its effect on him as well. All the more reason for him to get the ball rolling. She doubted anything would happen if they left things up to his stepsister.

‘Perhaps you are, in a manner of speaking,’ she said, applying the finishing touches to her make up. Then she spun around to show her boyfriend.

‘How do I look?’ she asked him, posing and giving him a wink. He took a moment to consider and she enjoyed a momentary thrill as she felt his eyes roam over her body.

‘Like a high school girl working part time at a cheap brothel,’ he answered. She hadn’t really expected him to say much else, she enjoyed dressing provocatively and she knew that it drew men’s gazes towards her. It was the ‘high school girl’ comment that she resented. Just because she was small and cute didn’t mean she was immature. Still, no matter how experienced she was or what attitude she adopted she couldn’t escape the limitations of her own body.

‘How dare you!’ she proclaimed, pretending to be offended, ‘I’ll have you know that there are lots of people at the bar who go for that ‘innocent only on the surface’ impression. What would you say if some other man started hitting on me?’ She was pretty sure she knew the answer already. Dennis loved her just as much as she loved him, and he trusted her as much as she trusted him. He also understood that she had needs that he wasn’t always able to meet. Of course, that didn’t mean that she wanted to fuck other men, in fact she hadn’t. She’d hypnotised and fucked her boss plenty of times, but she didn’t really consider that cheating. Besides, she’d also gone to great lengths to record every session after the impromptu first one, keeping them safe for when she could show him as she was sure he’d enjoy watching them.

‘Just remember,’ Dennis said, ‘make sure he uses a rubber and if you learn anything new be sure to bring it back.’ Angie wasn’t surprised by this response, it was a sign of the strength of their relationship after all. But a part of her couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if he had a jealous streak. She could already imagine a scene where she came home and a suspicious Dennis would pin her against the wall, accuse her of cheating on him and then drag her to the bedroom to mercilessly have his way with her. Just thinking about how dominating and controlling he would be in that situation could ruin her underwear. Still, Dennis was perfectly capable of doing those things as he was currently. In fact…

‘I’ll do it without the oils today,’ she told him. A few minutes of back and forth and a few rejected propositions later, Angie was preparing to give her boyfriend a massage. It was something she had done plenty of times before, after all what was the point in studying massage therapy if she wasn’t going to use it to help the man she loved? However, this time she was feeling a little more mischievous and the experience of massaging Dr Bates had put several ideas into her head she’d been waiting to try out. She rubbed her hands together to warm them up, not really paying attention to Dennis’s response. Then she began. She shouldn’t have been surprised to find that it was even easier with him than with her employer, but she still was. Of course, Dennis both loved her and trusted her implicitly. He’d also experienced these sensations before. As Angie rubbed the stress and tension out of her boyfriend’s shoulders and back she couldn’t help but consider whether he’d entered a deep state of relaxation every time she had done this for him. Probably, but it had never occurred to her to try and go further with him. The reason for this was obvious, she enjoyed being dominated by him, not so much the other way around. She’d never felt the desire to tie Dennis up, hit him with a crop, or do any of that stuff but she had wanted him to do all of that to her. So there was no reason to take advantage of her boyfriend like this. Though, could it even be considered taking advantage when he surrendered to her this quickly and easily?

‘That’s it,’ she soothed him, adopting the soft voice she’d used on Catherine so many times, ‘just relax and let it all go. Just let that comfortable, relaxing feeling spread all over your body.’ She felt his body melt in her hands as she ran them over his arms and then moved on to the small of his back. It was much easier with Dennis, as she knew his body just as well as she knew her own, if not more.

‘Dennis, just listen to my voice and let the relaxation fill your entire body. Just let it all go and let your loving girlfriend take care of you. It’s fine, you can trust me.’ She started to walk him through the same process as her boss, conjuring up the stairs in his mind and guiding him down them while she continued to enjoy his body. Dennis was very athletic and loved to work out and she loved his strong, well-toned muscles. She just loved it when he wrapped those large, strong hands around her and she revelled in his gentle caresses. It was so thrilling that those arms that could probably snap her like a twig, could hold and stroke her so gently. It made her so hot, just thinking about what he could do to her, if he really wanted to. Of course, she also loved it when he was rough with her. But right now she was the one who got to decide.

‘Sweetie,’ she cooed, gently, ‘your mind is now empty, no thoughts or concerns, just float in tranquil harmony and leave your body behind. Complete and total relaxation. With your mind gone your body will follow my words. Now, roll over for me darling…’ She guided him onto his back. Dennis’ face was evidence of his deep relaxation. She ran her fingers over his cheeks and then pressed her lips against his. His mouth was entirely unresponsive as she gently pushed her tongue past his lips, past his teeth and then played with his limp tongue. She pictured in her head that he was kissing her back, pushing his tongue roughly into her mouth and toying with her. Her hands ran over his chest, searching for any tension while admiring his pecs. Then she moved her mouth away and kissed his neck, allowing her mouth to move down, planting kisses on his body as she did so. Finally, she reached his stomach and was further impeded by his belt and trousers.

She started by removing his belt, watching to see if he would react. Nothing, Dennis remained relaxed and continued to sleep deeply. She didn’t even bother testing him any further. If he was aware enough to sense her taking it off, then he’d know what she intended and he’d likely react to it. This time, however, he gave no indication that he felt anything as Angie set the belt to one side. Emboldened she pressed further undoing the buttons of his trousers and pulling them down to his knees. Angie was getting hotter and hotter, more and more excited. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be doing this but that made the fire between her legs burn all the stronger. All she had to do was keep quiet, if she did that she could do anything else. And she didn’t think Dennis would be making much noise in his current state. She curled her fingers around her boyfriend’s boxers and drew them down revealing the object of her desires.

Immediately she was met with a problem. Dennis’ dick was entirely limp and flaccid. In his current state of deep relaxation there wasn’t any room for arousal, and no amount of attention from her would be likely to change that. Angie frowned, having come this far she had no intention of allowing something like this to slow her down. She sidled back up to her boyfriend’s head. His eyes were still closed but his mouth was partially open from where she had kissed him before. She could probably get him to eat her out, like she did frequently with Dr Bates. But what she really wanted was to feel something inside her. No, what she really wanted was to feel ‘him’ inside her. The raging fire at her core wouldn’t be quenched otherwise. She needed him, so badly she could barely stand it.

‘Dennis,’ she whispered seductively into his ear, while simultaneously rubbing his crotch, ‘I want you to stay in this relaxed state, but at the same time I also want you to start feeling a strong stimulation down here. While the rest of your body remains just like this, I want you to start feeling your cock come to life. Imagine that I have my lips wrapped round it, eager to get you hard and suck out your load, just like I did this morning. No need for your mind to dwell on it, just relax and let your body respond for you.’ She continued to speak to him softly like this for a few moments, watching as his cock started to fill with blood and grow larger. She began to stroke it, relishing the feel of it between her fingers and only when it was standing straight up in the air did she stop talking to him. She took a moment to admire the contrast between her boyfriend’s peaceful, slumbering face to his rock hard and pulsing erection. In just a few moments it would be inside her, but first.

‘Now I want you to stay just like this,’ she told him, ‘no matter what happens next, you mustn’t cum, ok?’ She stroked his cheek as she gave him this order and knew instinctively that he would obey, just like he had obeyed all the rest of her instructions. Unable to wait any longer Angie didn’t bother taking off any of her own clothes, instead she just pushed her sodden panties to the side and sank down onto his rod, taking as much of his meat inside her as her tight, moist depths could hold. Immediately she had to stifle a moan as the incredible sensation whipped through her entire body and caused her to have a small orgasm then and there. This was what she needed, playing around with her boss took the edge off, but nothing could satisfy her like Dennis could. Of course, she would prefer it if he was awake and pounding her like she really was a cheap whore, but she’d have to make do with using him as a big glorious pulsing dildo today. She writhed on top of him, her hands clasped over her own mouth to muffle her ecstatic cries. She’d felt this so many times before but could never get enough of it, this incredible feeling. Feeling him inside her was the only time she felt complete.

She sped up the movement of her hips as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into her and it became increasingly difficult to mask the noise she was making. If she had been more patient she could have gagged herself beforehand, but she hadn’t been able to wait. She imagined that this was what addiction felt like, only feeling truly alive when you were able to indulge in your greatest pleasure. She didn’t know exactly what Dennis had done to her mind to cause this, but she couldn’t possibly hold it against him, not when it felt this good! She needed him to melt away her mind, otherwise the burning conflagration of her arousal would blaze away until there was nothing left of her. And then, just when she thought she’d pass out from the incredible pleasure her climax ripped through her, shaking her body to it’s core. In desperation she bit down on her own hand so hard she tasted blood flow into her mouth even as she moaned long and loudly into her hands. There was no way Freyja hadn’t heard that, she could only hope just the one wouldn’t bother her too much.

Exhausted and spent, Angie slipped sideways and collapsed, Dennis’ cock falling out of her with a squelching of juices. It was still rock hard and pulsing angrily at not being able to finish itself. She felt bad for him, but he would almost certainly notice when he woke up, so she couldn’t allow him to cum. Besides, this meant he’d be more likely to want sex himself in future. Angie couldn’t even bring herself to feel guilty, she’d made him feel good, so the least he could do is return the favour. Still, there was probably one more thing she could do for him before she woke him up. Once she had recovered sufficiently to move she moved back over to Dennis and spoke gently to him, calming his erection until his cock flopped back down to it’s previous size. It was still covered in her fluids, so she carefully cleaned it off with her tongue. As a bit of added insurance, she instructed him not to think about whether she would hypnotise him during her massages. Then she arrived at the important bit:

‘Dennis,’ she told him, ‘I’m going to help you now. I know you’ve been holding back. I’m not sure why, but you don’t need to. I understand that you have needs, just like I do. Your needs are different from mine, but they are also the same. Because your needs are also mine. Whatever you want, I want as well. And what you want most is family. I know you do, you’ve wanted it for years, for as long as I’ve known you. You never had the family you wanted, not when you were younger. But now you have me. And that’s fine, you can do whatever you want with me, I’ll accept whatever you want me to accept. You can change me however you want, because I need you, I want to be part of your family. And I know that I’m not enough. I know you’ve always wanted a large family, so you should do whatever you need to do. Okay? Let’s start with Freyja. I know she wants to be part of our family too. She wouldn’t still be hanging around here if she didn’t. And I know you want her. So you take her. I don’t mind what you do with her once you have her. Because I love you and I want you to have everything you want. Okay?’ She was getting hot again even as she uttered these words. She really did mean it, she’d do anything for him. Had he planted something in her head that made her like this? She didn’t know. If so it was likely by accident, she was sure he wouldn’t have done this intentionally. But she really didn’t care. It felt far too good. And she’d do whatever it took to maintain this feeling, even if it meant dragging other people into their deranged life style. Because his needs were her needs as well. If Dennis wanted a family, Angie wanted one too. And she had always been very direct about her needs…