Making of Mistress Mao
Simon was a student in the UK, quietly enjoying his second year studying history. Being plain-faced and un-athletic had left Simon deeply self-conscious. As a result, he had always been a shy, somewhat introverted type, and uncomfortable with the partying and clubbing that typified other students. As a result, Simon didn’t even have many friends. In fact, there was only one person he truly counted as a close friend.
That person was Mao Tachibana, a Japanese-American student who was also studying history. Mao was stunning, with long smooth legs, long black shiny hair, and full breasts which she loved to show off. Her face, with high cheekbones and sparkling dark eyes, smiled easily and often. Every guy on campus adored her gorgeous looks, and normally Simon would not think of even approaching such an outgoing beauty.
That had changed two months into their first year, when their tutor group lecturer had paired Simon with Mao for an assignment. After a rocky start (where Simon had been too intimidated by his ludicrously sexy partner to even speak to her) the two began to work well together. A shared love of certain TV shows and movies enabled the two to find common ground, and even after their assignment was done (and aced) Simon and Mao continued to study together, enjoying their new friendship.
Now in their second year, those study evenings continued. Once or twice a week, when Mao wasn’t out clubbing with her latest boyfriend, the two would meet up in Simon’s room and work together on essays and presentations. Cramped though the dorm room was, there was space enough for them to sit together at his desk, or even sometimes sitting cross-legged on the bed (it was the only time that a woman got to see Simon’s bedsheets).
One evening, Simon was bent over a notebook, outlining an essay plan, when Mao asked him suddenly, “Hey Simon. What do you think of hypnosis?”
He looked up across the desk, to see his friend’s gorgeous face looking quizzical. “Er… think what about it?” He asked, trying to keep his eyes from straying as he looked her way. Mao loved to show off her cleavage, and when she leaned forward to study he always got a magnificent—and highly distracting—view down her front.
Mao shrugged. Dropping her pen, she leaned back in her chair and explained. “There was a guy a couple of weeks back, at a club. He approached me at the bar and his chat-up line involved hypnosis. The creep claimed he was a hypnotist, and then tried to prove it by using a lot of goofy phrases and a silly voice, probably trying to ensnare me.”
“It didn’t work, did it?” Asked Simon, concerned about his friend.
Mao laughed. “Fuck no! Asking me to ‘on the count of 3 flash your tits’ was about all I could stand. I kicked the freak in the dick and walked off.”
“Ah,” Said Simon, thinking the guy had got what he deserved. “That’s good then.”
“Yeah,” Said Mao, “But it got me thinking. Does hypnosis really work?”
Simon drew a blank. “Not sure, Mao. I honestly never given it much thought. I wouldn’t think so.”
The Japanese woman leaned in. “Yeah, that’s what I thought too. But I checked out a few books on the subject, and they were fascinating! Really makes me want to try it!”
“Try what?” He asked, not sure he was following.
“Hypnosis!” Mao replied, clearly excited. “The books were very detailed, and I’ve got the technique memorised. It seems fun!”
“For you maybe,” Said Simon, still not convinced she could actually do it. “Probably less so for the poor fool you get to cluck like a chicken.”
“Pah! I wouldn’t make anyone do anything that silly,” She said, dismissing the idea. “I would be responsible, and helpful! Fixing people’s addictions and helping them sleep, that sort of thing!”
“You? Responsible?” He countered. “Anyway, we’re history students. If you want to go into medical hypnosis I suggest you change to a psych course.”
“I still want to try it,” Mao insisted, fixing her gaze on him pointedly.
Simon looked back at her, and saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. “Wait! You mean you want to try on ME!?”
“Got it in one!” She said, smiling.
“Oh no! No chance!”
“Oh come on!” Mao pressed. “Just let me try! It probably won’t work, and even if it does I won’t do anything! You’re my best friend, Simon, you know I wouldn’t hurt you!”
“No way,” He said firmly.
“Please?” She begged. “Pretty please? As a favour to me?”
He sighed, and eventually nodded. He could never refuse Mao.
They moved the chairs into the centre of the room, and sat facing each other. Mao had clearly been planning this since before she came over, and already had a suitable pendant for the hypnosis. It was a brilliantly polished onyx stone on a gold chain, and she held it before Simon’s face.
“You owe me for this,” He told her, feeling silly.
“Shh! No talking!” Mao declared.
He nodded, and she got underway.
“Now, I want you to follow the pendant with your eyes…” She said as she began to swing it gently from side to side. Her voice had dropped to a soothing, melodic whisper, which Simon actually found pretty good (not that he was going to tell her that).
“Now… it swings back and forth… back and forth…” Mao said, her voice sweetly relaxing. “Watch the way the onyx catches the light… back and forth… back and forth… see the pendant sparkle… back and forth… back and forth…”
Simon watched, and could see it sparkle. It looked nice…
“That’s right… follow with your eyes… back and forth… back and forth… listen to my soothing voice… let it sink in… feel my words in your mind… as you follow the pendant… back and forth… back and forth…all other sounds are gone… only my voice… so clear… so very clear…”
Yes, Simon could feel her words so clearly now, he had never heard Mao speak like this before…
“Your eyes move back and forth… back and forth… and my voice sinks ever deeper into your thoughts… ever deeper… don’t resist my voice… let it sink deeper… as you listen… and watch the pendant… back and forth… back and forth… my words go deeper… deeper…”
Simon felt Mao’s voice now, so strong in his mind…
“Back and forth… back and forth… let my words in… so clear… my voice so soothing… so beautiful… back and forth… back and forth… relax for me… relax… let my voice tell you to relax… don’t resist my voice… never resist… just relax… it feels good to relax… my words go deeper… back and forth… back and forth… never resist my words… never resist… you don’t want to resist… you want to relax… relax for me… my soothing voice tells you to relax… back and forth… back and forth…”
Simon sagged slightly in his chair, the strength leaving him, but he continued to watch the pendant and listen…
“Too relaxed to resist now… far too relaxed… back and forth… back and forth… my words are deep now… so very deep in your mind…my voice echoes in your mind… too deep to resist… you cannot tell my voice from your own thoughts… back and forth… back and forth… you have no thoughts now… my words are your thoughts… no resistance left… I am in your mind… tell me I am in your mind…”
“You… are in… my mind…” Replied Simon slowly.
“Very good… now… the pendant goes back and forth… back and forth… but you don’t need that anymore… no need for back and forth… you only need my voice… my sweet… hypnotic… soothing voice… my voice is in your mind… my voice guides your thoughts… my voice shapes your thoughts… you cannot resist my voice… tell me…”
“Cannot… resist… your voice…” Droned Simon.
“Very good… now… the pendant slows… but you still hear my voice… yes… watch the pendant slow… slowing… no resistance… my words are in your mind… you are relaxed… the pendant slows… the pendant is stopped… I put the pendant away… but you can still hear my voice… and my voice holds you… it is all important… you need my voice… you cannot resist my voice…”
Simon’s eyes now stared vacantly, and his trance held.
“It worked!” She gasped in delight. “Simon! Tell me you are hypnotised!”
“I am… hypnotised…” He answered as told in a monotone voice.
Mao frowned. “Wait, you’re not having me on, are you? Are you really hypnotised?”
“I am… really… hypnotised…” Simon said, and his slow, distant voice certainly sounded so, but Mao wasn’t buying it. His voice sounded too clichéd.
“Okay, if you really are hypnotised, prove it!” She challenged. “Answer me something you’d never normally answer… say… oh! Do you find me attractive?”
“Yes… I find you attractive…” He answered honestly.
“Thank you!” She beamed with joy, “But perhaps not enough…” Suddenly a wicked thought occurred. “Okay, Simon, if you are hypnotised, answer me this… have you ever masturbated while thinking about me?”
It was just the sort of personal question that Simon always shied away from, and she was hoping that the shock of it would result in him saying ‘that’s it! Not playing anymore!’ and his faking would be over.
“Yes… I have masturbated… while thinking about you…” He said instead.
Mao stared. Simon had simply answered, without the slightest hint of hesitation or emotion! It was true! He really was hypnotised! She had done it! And more than that, she had learned something about her friend, something she perhaps would have preferred not to know! However, now that he had admitted this much, she was suddenly curious to know more…
“How many times have you masturbated while thinking about me?”
Simon did not answer at first, seeming to consider. “About three times a week… for the last year…” He answered at last without a hint of embarrassment. “Over… a hundred times…”
“Fuck! That’s a lot” Mao exclaimed. “I take it this started after our study sessions together?”
“Yes… it began the night… you left your shoes…”
Mao was getting angry now. She recalled the evening in question. She had been at the gym that day before coming over to Simon’s to study. After arriving, she had slipped out of her sweaty gym shoes to sit on the bed and study. In her bag she had had some sandals, which she donned to head home, and accidently left the gym shoes behind. Simon had returned them to her the following day. “Did you wank in my gym shoes?” She demanded of him.
“No…” Said Simon.
“Tell me what you did!” She barked.
“Seeing your bare feet… for the first time that night… really aroused me…” He said, dreamily recounting the story. “I love feet… and yours are so perfect… I had to hide my erection from you… while we studied… then when you left… I found your shoes… I knew I had to return them… and it would be wrong to abuse them… but I am so weak… so addicted to masturbation… and I love your feet… so I smelled the shoes… so sweaty… and the scent was so erotic… so I stripped naked… and held a shoe to my nose… and inhaled deeply of your foot smell… while I wanked myself stupid… three times that night… and returned your shoes the following day… feeling guilty…”
Not as bad as Mao feared, but she was still peeved (and oddly flattered. Three times, just from her shoes?). “That was wrong, Simon, and I will decide what to do about it later. For now, let’s go back,” She said, thoughtful. “You said you are ‘addicted to masturbation’, but you only masturbate three times a week. Seems reasonable for a man your age. Explain.”
“I only masturbate… three times a week… to you…” He answered, “I wank two or three… even four times… a day… to my Mistress…”
“Mistress?” Mao pressed, intrigued. “What Mistress?”
“Online… I pay twenty pounds a month… for a website… with a Mistress...” Said Simon.
Now more curious than angry, and wondering just what sort of freak her friend truly was, Mao ordered, “Show me.”
Still in a trance, Simon rose from his chair and walked the short distance back to the table, where his laptop computer sat. Sitting before it, he turned it on, logged into the internet, and from his Favourites menu selected a website that Mao, looking over his shoulder, had never heard of. A members’ entrance appeared and Simon entered his password.
Mao stared in amazement as the site loaded. Her friend Simon was into some weird stuff! The video library of this website was full of ten to fifteen minute clips, each done Point of View style. In the POV videos, gorgeous women—Mistresses—spoke to the camera erotically, but not as she expected.
All the videos seemed to heap abuse on the lowly men watching. They had titles like ‘foot-fetish ridicule’ and ‘small penis humiliation’, ‘laughing at you’ and ‘exploiting losers’. “This is what you get off to?” Asked Mao in disbelief.
“Yes…” Said Simon simply.
“And you pay good money to be treated like this?” She asked, fascinated.
“Yes…”
Mao was both intrigued and confused by this development. Her friend clearly had some issues, and it was wrong of her to pry. But some people got addicted to online porn and it wasn’t healthy, perhaps Simon needed help? Mao resolved to find out, but first she needed more information…
“Simon, listen to me,” She whispered in his ear using her hypnotic tone of voice. “I will soon release your trance. However, whenever I look you in the eyes and say the phrase ‘Tachibana no ashi’ you will return to this state, mindlessly obedient to my voice. Is that clear?”
“Yes…”
“Say it. Tell me that ‘Tachibana no ashi’ makes you hypnotised and mindlessly obedient to my voice.”
“Tachibana no ashi… makes me hypnotised… and mindlessly obedient… to your voice…”
“Excellent,” Mao smiled triumphantly. “Now, when I snap my fingers, you will be out of the trance. However, you will immediately do two things. First, you will forget I am in the room. Even if you see me, you will not consciously recognise my presence until you see me again tomorrow. You will recall that the study session ended and I left. Then secondly, rather than masturbate thinking of me, you will use the website. Am I clear? Cannot see me, and jerk off to your Mistress.”
“Cannot see you… jerk off to my Mistress…” He echoed.
“Good. Now, wake!” And with that Mao snapped her fingers and stepped back.
Simon jolted upright in his chair, as if just waking up. Had he fallen asleep at his desk? He looked around in confusion, trying to figure out what had happened. Frowning, his gaze eventually fell to the laptop before him. Simon’s eyes suddenly lit up as he saw the most recently uploaded video, one he had never seen.
From nearby, Mao watched, and felt a little guilty as she observed Simon getting naked. She had never even seen him topless, and now watched as he stripped completely. Curious, she adjusted her positioning and saw as he pulled down his underwear and threw it aside, revealing his cock.
It was small. Laughably so. Barely an inch flaccid, Mao watched as an excited Simon sat down and loaded the clip, his cock already hardening. In moments it stood firm and erect, though she placed it at three inches, if even that. Mao felt a stab of guilt as she recalled mocking men who weren’t even that small, and she wondered if it was fear of such rejection that had driven Simon to be so reclusive.
Simon, utterly average in his nudity, did not react to her presence. Instead the video was beginning. The image opened on a bland white wall for a background, and before it, sat on a throne-like chair, was a goddess clad in a red leather bikini. Her beautiful curves and flawless skin were evident, as were her full breasts. She sat there, powerful and imperious, her perfect face stern and angry. Mao raised an eyebrow when she noticed that this woman who had Simon so excited was also Japanese.
“Hello, slave,” The image purred.
“Hello, Mistress Reika,” Said Simon, voice full of adoration.
“You come before me naked, yes?” She asked.
“Yes, Mistress!”
“And on your knees?” She added.
Immediately Simon pushed the chair back and dropped to the floor. Mao had to step aside or be hit with it, such was her friend’s enthusiasm. Once on his knees looking up at the image, Simon intoned, “Yes, Mistress!”
“Good boy,” Congratulated Reika, as if she could see him. The videos were well-paced, and he knew when to respond. “Now tell me, have you been jerking that cock like a slave should?”
“Yes, Mistress!” Said Simon, erection straining but his hands firmly at his side.
“Good slave,” Said Reika. “The more you wank, the more submissive you become. Say it!”
“The more I wank, the more submissive I become, Mistress,” He intoned.
Reika smiled evilly. “You love to jerk for me, don’t you? Is it the highlight of your day? Tell me!”
“Jerking for you is the highlight of my day!” Declared Simon worshipfully.
“You realise how pathetic that is, don’t you slave?” The Mistress said degradingly. “Real men are out fucking women, while you just sit there fapping your tiny dick and moaning like the loser you are! And it is tiny, isn’t it? Tell me how small you are loser.”
“My cock is 2.7 inches long, Mistress,” Said Simon immediately, obviously used to the admission and having measured long ago.
Reika shook her head. “Utterly pathetic. No woman wants a sub-human specimen like you! Say it! Say how no woman wants you!”
“No woman wants me, Mistress!” Said Simon, and Mao, stunned by this whole show, could see on his face how much he believed it. Mao marvelled both at Simon’s submission and Reika’s control. To have someone so utterly in your thrall was impressive…
“That’s right, loser, accept the truth,” Said Reika, clearly revelling in her power. “You don’t want real sex, you only crave to be humiliated and ordered to wank yourself stupid, isn’t that right?”
“That’s right, Mistress!” Said Simon, lost in her.
What followed were yet more call and repeat phrases, and Mao stared in amazement as Simon willingly, even eagerly, agreed to each one. He was degraded and made to believe himself utterly unworthy, and yet there was such bliss on his face! Mao could not believe that this same grovelling wanker was her intelligent if shy friend.
Soon enough came the finale.
“I bet that cock of yours is hard, isn’t it, slave?” Taunted Reika. “I bet it aches to be jerked. Tell me…”
“My cock aches to be jerked, Mistress!” He told her, desperation in his voice.
“I know, slave. Losers like you can’t go long without giving in to your pathetic hand-humping addiction. I will give the command soon, slave, but first, I have an assignment for you. You like my assignments, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Good! Before you watch my videos again, you must complete this task,” Said Reika, smiling with twisted delight. “When you next go out, I want you to wank in public!”
“Mistress?” Queried Simon, nervously.
“You will obey, slave!” She barked, expecting his response.
“Yes, Mistress,” Said Simon immediately.
“At work, in a shopping mall, in a meeting, I don’t care!” Said Reika, still grinning at her evil command. “Stick your hand in your pants, find that tiny joke you call a cock, and tug on it while thinking of me. Be as surreptitious as you like, but it must be in a public place, and you must cum! Then wear your cum-soaked underwear home! Hahaha! Yes, this is a dirty and perverted thing, but pathetic losers like you are too weak to resist. You will obey your Mistress Reika! Now say it! Say you will jerk-off in public!”
“I will jerk-off in public, Mistress!”
“Like the mindless pervert you are…”
“Like the mindless pervert I am, Mistress!”
“And cum in your pants!”
“And cum in my pants, Mistress!”
“Haha! Excellent! Now, prove how much you worship and obey me, slave! Take hold of your cock…” No sooner did she say this than Simon eagerly complied. “Now, wank for me!”
Simon moaned in pleasure as he began fapping furiously, his eyes half-closed and mouth hanging open. Mao saw just how lost in pure bliss he looked, and it suddenly occurred to her that secretly watching her best friend jerk off was wrong. Oddly, she couldn’t look away. Simon was hardly her type, but Mao had to admit that watching a man mindlessly masturbate on command was very arousing…
“That’s it, my pathetic slave! Wank your cock for Mistress Reika! Only by staring at my magnificent body and jerking can a pervert like you feel happiness!”
“Yes… Yes, Mistress…. I love jerking for you…” Moaned Simon, beating off furiously.
“Now, slave, you will soon cum for me,” Teased Reika. “For I know what you desire…” And so saying, the Japanese Mistress adjusted herself in her throne. Still smiling into the camera, she lifted a leg and slowly raised her foot right in front of the camera.
“Uuuhhhhh!” Moaned Simon as his eyes went wide at the sight of her smooth arches and beautiful toes.
“You worship my feet, don’t you slave?” She asked.
“Oh yes, Mistress! I worship your feet!” He said, voice husky with arousal and the desire to cum.
“Beg for my feet!”
“I beg for your feet Mistress!” Declared Simon desperately. “Please let me cum for your amazing feet!”
“Faster slave! Fap faster!” She commanded, with both feet now in the camera. “Wank yourself, and accept your fate! Tell me you are small and pathetic!”
“I am small and pathetic, Mistress!” Fap-fap-fap…
“You give up on sex!”
“I give up on sex, Mistress!” Fap-fap-fap…
“You are addicted to wanking!”
“I am addicted to wanking, Mistress!” Fap-fap-fap… “You will wank in public for me!”
“I will wank in public for you, Mistress!” Fap-fap-fap…
“Now CUM! Cum for me slave! Cum and give yourself to Mistress Reika forever!”
“Yes, MisssTRESSSssssuuurgggghh!” Cried Simon as his tiny cock exploded, spewing watery jism (a result of frequent masturbation) into his cupped and waiting hands. His whole body shook and bucked with the force of the ejaculation, and Mao had to admit that it looked like that orgasm felt AMAZING! Perhaps this was the reason he was so lost and addicted?
“Did that feel good, slave?” Asked Mistress Reika, teasingly.
“Yes… Mistress…” Managed Simon, dazed.
“Good. Now, lick up that disgusting spending of yours!”
Mindlessly, Simon obeyed, and Mao watched as he began to lick the cum from his hands. There was no hesitation, he had done this hundreds of times, and again Mao marvelled at Reika’s powers of control.
“I will upload the next video in a few days, slave,” Reika now told him. “Before then I expect you to complete your assignment!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Promised Simon.
“And aside from your public masturbation, I want you to wank plenty of times to my other videos! Remember, loser, the more you wank, the more submissive you become.”
“The more I wank…” Intoned Simon, “The more submissive I become, Mistress.”
“Excellent. See you later, slave,” And the video came to an end.
Mao began to back away, collecting her things, and making for the door. She looked back at her naked, kneeling friend, and departed.
Mao Tachibana spent the rest of the evening thinking about what she had seen. Her best friend, the shy, party-averse Simon, was a closet pervert with extreme submissive tendencies. It was hard to believe!
And that Mistress Reika! She was clearly skilled as an emasculating dominatrix, and Simon adored her. To have such power over someone was, Mao decided, worthy of respect.
One thing continued to bug her, though. Much as Simon enjoyed himself, he was paying money for it. While Mao didn’t begrudge this Mistress Reika turning her skills towards making some money, Mao wished that she’d do it without exploiting her best friend’s fetishes. But was it right for her to interfere with this aspect of Simon’s life when it made him so happy?
Mao had no idea what, if anything, she was going to do with these revelations. She was still thinking about it when she drifted off to sleep that night.
Next morning, Mao bounded into the lecture hall, her perky breasts bouncing in her newest fashionable top and drawing lusty glares from every male in the room. Scanning the faces, her gaze fell upon Simon, sitting alone in the back row, off to the far side. Ignoring the offers from other students to join them, Mao made right for her friend and sat down beside him.
“Mao! G-good morning!” He said suddenly, as if startled.
Mao frowned, wondering why he was so jumpy, and then happened to glance down. His hand was in his pants! He was going to do his public wank assignment right there and then!
“Morning, Simon,” Mao said, trying to be breezy and pretending she didn’t notice. “You okay, you don’t look like you slept well?” She asked, curious.
“I… had a lot of late night studying,” He said lightly, shifting position slightly to hide his crotch from her as he removed his hand. “You know me!”
Yes, she did. Simon frequently stated that he went to bed late, but now Mao wondered if he was working or jerking all night.
Just then their professor entered and the lecture began. Both Mao and Simon began taking notes as their aged lecturer talked about the Renaissance, but now and again she glanced over at Simon. He seemed a little uncomfortable, and kept adjusting his positioning in his seat. Clearly, he wanted to continue his assignment, but couldn’t with Mao sitting so close.
She decided to have some fun. “Simon,” She whispered, “Listen. Tachibana no ashi!”
Instantly, and to her relief, Simon’s body sagged, his eyes became vacant, and he droned, “Tachibana no ashi… makes me hypnotised… and mindlessly obedient… to your voice…”
He spoke the words with his hypnotised tones, but louder than Mao intended. A few students sat nearby turned to regard them, but she quickly apologised and they returned to listening to the lecture.
“Quietly, Simon!” She ordered in a whisper. “Now, when you awake next, you will not be able to perceive me for an hour, just like last night. You will think I moved closer to the front to hear the lecture better. You don’t know I am here, understand?”
“Don’t know… you are here…” He repeated in a thankfully quieter voice.
“Good. Now awake!” She said, and snapped her fingers.
Simon lurched slightly in his seat as he woke up. Sleeping in class? Wow, he must have been more tired than he thought! Wait, where was Mao…?
That’s right, she had moved closer to the front. What a relief! He liked to sit with his friend during lectures, but he couldn’t risk her interfering with his assignment. Heck, she had nearly caught him when she came in!
Checking left and right and seeing himself alone on the back row, he brought his hands down under the desk and (hopefully) out of sight. Gently he inserted his hands into his underwear and found his tiny cock. A few tugs and Simon could feel it swelling. Oh yes…
He closed his eyes and imagined Mistress Reika. Simon could see her in his mind’s eye, dressed in her red leather bikini, in all her sexy Asian glory, scowling down at him and telling him what a loser he was. “I am your slave…” He whispered softly, “The more I wank, the more submissive I become…”
Sitting right beside him, Mao watched, entranced. He was actually doing it!
Very soon Simon was fapping rapidly, beating his tiny cock while the Mistress Reika in his mind told him what a pathetic loser he was and how women didn’t want him. This only encouraged him more, and Simon relished his masturbation. Opening his eyes, he glanced around, and noticed that none of the room’s few dozen inhabitants had noticed him. Still, he felt the shame of what he was doing, how low and perverted this was, and this only served to reinforce what Mistress had told him.
Fap-fap-fap! His body trembled as he fucked his hand and fought down the urge to moan.
“I’m going to cum,” Whispered Simon to himself. Fap-fap-fap. “Yes, I just want to cum! Messily, all inside my pants, I don’t care! I must cum for my Mistress!” Fap-fap-fap, so fast now. “Oh God I’m perverted,” He whispered, getting off on the realisation. “I’m a total wanker… I am Mistress Reika’s pathetic, small dicked loser sl…AVE!”
He could not stop from gasping the last part out loud, as his eyes went wide and his body shook with release. No one seemed to notice, but at that moment Simon did not care either way. His cock spurted into his pants, gross and damp and he could instantly smell it. As he came down from his orgasmic high, he brought his hands to his mouth and began licking them, trying to get as much of the watery jism from his underwear as he could.
Mao watched as her friend surrendered to his fetishes and Mistress Reika’s control. It was incredible, and again she felt oddly aroused by watching Simon give in. Not that she thought Simon was attractive—they were just friends after all—but she found herself wondering what it would be like to so utterly dominate a man like that…
—“You okay?” Asked Simon across the study table a few nights later. Looking up from a book on Caesar Augustus, he found Mao staring at him intently.
“Fine,” She said, “Really fine.”
“Okay…” Said Simon, a little puzzled as he returned to his notebook.
Mao decided to act. She reached for a book from their stack of study materials. As she did so she knocked her pen off the desk, making it look like an accident when it was anything but.
“I’ll get it!” Said Simon helpfully, and dived down under the desk after it, as Mao knew her polite friend would.
While they were working, Mao had slipped out of her sandals, and was happily barefoot out of Simon’s line of sight. She had even felt the pen lightly brush her toes as it rolled to a stop beneath her.
There was a long pause as Simon went under the desk.
Mao could picture him right now, staring at her feet. “You okay?” She asked teasingly when he did not immediately emerge.
“Yeah… just… one sec…” Came his very distracted reply.
How close to her feet was he, she wondered? Had he given in to his fetish and stolen a look? Almost certainly. Had he smelled them? Possibly! If one of her gym shoes could make him wank three times in one night, her actual feet would drive him mad! Hell, he could be fapping right now!
Simon suddenly emerged, climbing back into the seat with pen held triumphantly aloft. “Got it!” He declared. “It had, er… rolled under the… um… you know, the table leg! And it was out of sight and… anyway,” He said, finishing his rambling explanation and handing her the pen.
“Thanks, Simon,” She said, taking it off him. With a wicked grin she then said, “Tachibana no ashi!”
Simon went under immediately. “Tachibana no ashi… makes me hypnotised… and mindlessly obedient… to your voice…”
“Okay, Simon, let’s do this.” She took a deep breath and said, “When I snap my fingers you will awaken, and for the next hour be unable to lie to me. If I ask a question, you must answer, and answer truthfully. Understand?”
“You ask a question… I must answer… truthfully…” He repeated.
“Good. Now, awaken!” She said and snapped her fingers.
He jolted awake immediately. “Oh, sorry! I seem to keep dozing off lately!”
“Not at all,” She said lightly, leaning back in her chair casually. “Tell me, Simon, do you remember me hypnotising you a few nights back?”
He frowned. “Vaguely. It didn’t work, did it? Wait, why don’t I remember you leaving that night…?”
“It worked, Simon,” She told him. “It really worked.”
“Uh-huh, sure it did, Mao,” He said, shaking his head.
Simon was just about to return to his book when she said, “Did you enjoy staring at my feet just now?”
“Yes,” He said at once, and then, eyes wide in horror, looked at her and said, “I mean… um… I mean your feet are really sexy and arousing! No! Um…” He was now panicking, the colour actually draining from his face in horror.
Mao smiled. “It’s okay, Simon. Like I say, I hypnotised you. You can’t lie to me now.”
“N…no. No way…” He said, mind racing.
“Did you smell my feet when you were under the table?”
“Yes,” He said at once, unable to stop himself. “Er… wait… Mao, just a sec here….”
“Are you going to think of my feet and wank off when I leave later?” She asked, eyes alive with naughty thoughts just picturing it.
“Yes, I will,” Said Simon, his face aghast in humiliated horror at his words. Mao laughed at this, and that snapped him out of it somewhat. “How could you do this? Mao, this isn’t funny!”
She stopped laughing and fixed him with a hard stare. “No, it’s not. But it could be exciting,” She said.
“What… what do you mean?” Simon asked, tentatively.
“No lies, no deceptions, no falsehoods,” Mao said. “I ask, you answer, and I expect that even you will be surprised at what we find out. Does that sound exciting?”
“Yes, it does.” Said Simon at once, and then cursed himself. That was not the answer he wanted to give!
“Very well,” Said Mao, and swung her smooth legs and bare feet onto the table before him. Simon gasped to see them, only a dozen inches away, smooth and soft and perfect. His eyes ran from her heel, up her arches, and to her toes, transfixed.
“If I gave your permission to smell my feet,” Said Mao, voice smooth and seductive, “To adore them while you jerk your cock, would you do it?”
“No,” He said, trembling with something akin to excitement.
“Why?” She pressed.
“Because you are my friend, and it would be too embarrassing,” He answered.
“But you want to, right? Masturbating to my actual feet is a fantasy of yours?”
“Oh god, yes!” He confessed.
“So do it,” She urged. “I don’t mind!”
“I… I…” He hesitated, eyes still glued to her gorgeous toes.
Mao could feel him beginning to break, and she decided to give him the push over the edge. “I don’t want you as a boyfriend, Simon,” She said firmly. “I don’t even want to have sex with you. I want you to kneel before me, nude, and worship at my feet while you fap your cock!”
Simon was struggling now, a trickle of sweat running down his face. “Mao… we are friends…” He said weakly.
“You’re nobody’s friend!” She barked, startling him. “You are a loser! Isn’t that right?”
He suddenly looked at her. “Yes…” He was compelled by the hypnotic suggestion and his own kinks to answer.
“You are a masturbation addict, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You are a pathetic wanker with a small cock who no woman alive wants to waste time fucking, aren’t you?” She demanded.
“Yes!” Simon said, now caught up in living out his online fantasies. He was so excited, so astounded that this was happening, that he didn’t need the hypnotic conditioning to bring out the truth.
“So show me that tiny dick!” Ordered Mao, relishing her new role. “Stand up, and strip! Show me how small and pathetic you are!”
“Yes!” He replied enthusiastically, standing up and hurriedly removing his clothes. In moments he was naked, his raging hard-on at its full two and a half inches.
Mao stared at it. “What an embarrassingly small cock you have,” She told him, scornfully. “I bet you can’t wait to jerk it like the pathetic addict you are. Tell me! Tell me you want to wank yourself stupid for me!”
“I want to wank myself stupid for you, Mistress!” Said Simon instantly, and only after he had said it did he realise the title he had accidently given her.
“Mistress?” She echoed, smiling. “Yes, I am your Mistress now. Kneel before Mistress Mao, slave!” She commanded.
Simon dropped to the floor immediately, gazing up at her. He was so hot, so turned on, and so totally hers! Mao stared down at him, relishing the control. She knew he would do anything for her now, and it felt great! She could abuse him all she wanted, and he would grovel and thank her for the privilege!
They would never be friends again, and they would never be lovers. But they would be Mistress and slave, and Mao knew that was even better!
“Touch that pathetic excuse for a cock, slave,” She said. “And gently stroke for me!”
“Yes, Mistress!” Said Simon, and immediately took his erection in hand and began fapping while she watched.
“I said gently, slave!” She barked, and he slowed down. “Good. Take your time. Feel your touch on that dick of yours, feel the pleasure that only my direction can bring! Your cock belongs to me now, and you belong to me. Say it!”
“My cock belongs to you, Mistress, and I belong to you!” Said Simon, voice full of adoration.
Mao nodded in approval. “Well said, slave. That cock is mine, and I mean it! I know you wank several times a day, and I will encourage your addiction! But I want your pathetic hand-humping to be done in worship of me alone! None others!”
“Yes, Mistress!” He declared. “I promise to indulge my addiction and only fap pathetically for you!”
“Good. And to be sure… Tachibana no ashi!” She commanded.
Oddly still pumping his cock, Simon’s mind went blank of cue. “Tachibana no ashi… makes me hypnotised… and mindlessly obedient… to your voice…”
“Okay, slave, listen good!” Mao commanded. “You cannot remember the website of Mistress Reika. Not the address, not the password, nothing. Even if you perform an internet search you won’t recognise the correct site even if you find it. Furthermore, you can only masturbate while thinking of me! No other woman, no image or voice or video, will enable you to cum. No Mistress Reika, only wank for Mistress Mao! Understand?”
“No Mistress Reika… only wank for Mistress Mao…” He repeated.
“Excellent, my slave. Now, awaken!” She said and snapped her fingers.
Still pumping his cock, Simon came back to himself. “Mistress?”
“Yes, I hypnotised you again, slave. For your own good! You are my pathetic slave now, no-one else’s. Isn’t that good, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress Mao!” Said Simon with genuine joy. “I am yours!”
She was pleased. Mao knew that screwing with the mind of her best friend was wrong, but twisting the mind of her devoted slave was perfectly acceptable.
“Good! Now, tell me what you are! Hold none of your embarrassing perversions back!”
“I am your slave, Mistress!” Declared Simon, all hesitation now gone. “I am a loser and a wanker with a small cock! I am a lowly foot-fetish freak! I seek not to have sex with women, for I am beneath contempt! I only want to wank my cock, to give in to my pathetic addiction and fap to your glory all day!”
“Good slave! Now jerk for me! Wank yourself stupid as you receive your reward!” And so saying, Mao lifted her legs and thrust her bare feet in Simon’s face. Breathing deeply of the sweaty smell of his Mistress’s feet, Simon moaned long and loud, and his hands immediately sped up. They were a blur, up and down his cock, beating himself off furiously.
“Yes, Mistress!” He moaned between inhalations. Fap-fap-fap. “Oh yes, Mistress! I wank for you! I wank for your feet!” Fap-fap-fap.
Mao watched, entranced by his complete submission, and drank in his adoration! Oh this made her feel so powerful! She could—and would—get used to this, as she began to muse on ways to further Simon’s utter devotion. Obviously, her first task was to make him jerk off in class again…
“Cum for me, slave!” She commanded, as his body began to tremble with imminent release. “Cum and give yourself to your new Mistress!”
“Yes, Mistress!” He cried out, so loudly that surely people in adjacent rooms heard. Fap-fap-fap. “Yes, Mistress! I’m cumming! I’m cumming for you MisTRREEESSSS! Aaahhhggghhhurrghhh!” Simon practically screamed as he ejaculated, wanking out every last drop of cum and filling his hands with watery jism.
Mao watched, drinking in the sight. “That’s it, slave! Pump yourself dry! Every last bit, slave! Drain your cock of cum and drain your mind of freedom! You are mine now!”
“Yes… Mistress…” He managed, as he came down from his blissful high.
Slowly, Mao lowered her feet to the floor, and gazed at the naked man kneeling before her. “Clean up, slave,” She commanded.
Obediently, Simon lifted his cum-filled hand to his mouth and began to lick it up. Finally, the salty taste still fresh in his mouth, he announced, “Done, Mistress.”
“Good slave,” She announced. “Now, let’s discus what happens next. You will remain nude. Every time I visit you, in fact, you will greet me on the floor, naked. We will study and work together as usual, but you are the slave and I am the Mistress! You obey me, and can only wank in my presence when I permit it!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Said Simon, making no move to rise off the floor.
“I will decide on other details later,” Said Mao off-handed. “For now, I am going to depart and get ready for a date I have later. You know, with a real man with a decent cock!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Said Simon, hoping she would be pleased.
“But before I go,” Mao said, and reached into her bag. She pulled out her gym shoes and placed them on the table. “A gift, my slave, for your utter submission. Smell them all you want, and feel free to jerk off constantly. The more you wank, the more submissive you become!”
“Yes, Mistress!” Said Simon, genuinely thankful of the gift. “The more I wank, the more submissive I become, Mistress!” He declared enthusiastically, and already his freshly drained cock was twitching with excitement. Mao was under no illusion that he would be fapping again after she left.
Mao rose and made for the door. She opened it wide, uncaring if anyone passing the in corridor beyond saw her naked sub. Turning, she said, “Until later, my slave.”
“Mistress, a question?” Simon asked suddenly.
She stood in the still-open doorway. “Ask, slave.”
“You can hypnotise me on command, Mistress,” He said, believing now in her skills, “And that is only right, I am yours to do with as you wish! But Mistress, what if someone else discovers the word or phrase you use, and turns it against me?” Simon asked, scared that others could play with his mind.
Mao Tachibana smiled. “Firstly, slave, the trigger needs my voice. And secondly, it’s a phrase in Japanese, unlikely to come up in conversation. Translated, it means ‘Tachibana’s feet’.”