Cishet Male
Born in the 80's (cuz that's awesome!)
Looking to share hypnokinky erotica and celebrate hypnofetishism
primarily a hypnosub, switch curious
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LGBTQIA + Safe space
I am a cis male, 40-year-old, erotica author with a deeply ingrained hypnokink. I am also a budding hypno-switch and am open to most forms of hypno kinky play.
Please do not interact if:
-you do not support fair and equal treatment for all people. Racists, bigots, transphobes, misogynists (outside of kink), anti-LGBTQIA+ rhetoric, and fascists are not welcome.
-You are under 18
-You are a robot with a pretty lady as your avatar (fool me once, shame on you...)
Things I like:
-Hypnosis. I want to make new friends and connections with people willing to explore this on either end. Please get to know me before trying to drop me.
-Writing! That's what I bring to the table. Love chatting about it and brainstorming. Always happy to proof or beta read for anyone, time permitting.
-Femdom. I usually gravitate towards dommes who are female presenting, but that's not a hard rule. I am open to many genders, but a lot of my blog will feature women (cis or trans) on top.
Want to support me?
Most of my writing is free for all the thirsty hypno-kinksters out there. If you'd like to help me create more weird, sexy stories you can do two things:
Ask me for a commission! I'm open to take on most projects especially hypnofics
2. Buy a copy of my book! My hypnosis kink romance, A Trance of You, is available on ebook for many retailers. A $3 purchase goes a long way!
A Trance of You by Amus Cobblestone
You can find my other stories at https://mcstories.com/Authors/Amus-Cobblestone.html and https://readonlymind.com/@AmusCobblestone/
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This was a commissioned chapter to my story of a couple practicing consensual (albeit thorough) mind control with each other. Read the whole chapter here https://readonlymind.com/@AmusCobblestone/DynamicsofaHappyHypnoticMarriage/3/
For the fourth day in a row, Brad woke up with an uncontrollable urge to cook breakfast. He knew exactly why. He knew that his wife had hypnotized him for the last three days to be her loyal, unquestioning house slave but that knowledge did not save him as his subconscious mind demanded that he get out of bed and start frying up some bacon. It knew that Michelle was his queen.
And he loved to obey his queen.
Just as he was flipping over the last pancake and about to pour the freshly brewed coffee, Michelle glided into the kitchen, her sheer silk robe barely covering her curvy body.
“Good morning, my subby hubby!” she chimed.
Brad immediately fell to his knees, bowing before his wife.
“Good morning, my divine queen!” he recited. “I made pancakes and bacon and steamed milk for your latte.”
“What a wonderful servant!” Michelle gloated, lounging in her seat at the table. “You may serve me now, subby hubby.”
Brad piled a plate high with pancakes and carried it to the table, balancing a saucer with a mug of coffee. Then, just like every other morning, he would feel the effects of her suggestions begin to wane, and could almost believe that he could turn the tables on his precocious wife. He watched her eat from the side of the table, waiting for his opportunity to strike.
“My queen? Have you seen this wonderful new trick I can do with my…uhm…with my….” His fingers fiddled around his left hand, searching for the small band of metal that he always, always, kept on his fourth finger. It wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?”
Michelle grinned as she pulled out a silver chain threaded through a ring nestled deep in her cleavage. She held the ring out on the chain, letting it sway in front of Brad’s face. In an instant, Brad knew he had lost.
“Yes, Brad…you remember I have your ring…the same ring you use to keep me under your power…it’s mine now…you gave it to me when I had your cock nestled so deep in my pussy that you couldn’t say no…now I own it…just like your power…all of it mine…all my power…”
Brad watched the ring swing back and forth as he let Michelle’s words seep into his open mind. Yes…Michelle had all the power now…that’s why she was the queen and he was just her subby hubby…
Michelle giggled as she watched Brad’s thoughts play out on his face before turning placid and docile. She had him trapped in an endless loop of hypnotic obedience and she was so hot for it.
“Now, my silly, subby hubby. Let’s talk about what you’re going to do for your queen today. Kneel down.”
Brad grimaced as he fought the suggestion. He couldn’t afford to give Michelle an ounce more authority than she already had. Michelle raised her eyebrows as Brad tried to fight and stay standing. She only smiled and pulled her dress down, her wonderful, milfy tits spilling free. Brad still resisted but couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous rack jiggling in front of him. She took a step closer and gently slapped him in the face with her tits. Brad fell to his knees.
“Good,” Michelle said picking up a slice of honeydew melon. “Now, I think today would be a great day to work on the lawn, don’t you agree?”
“Yes, my queen. I absolutely agree,” said Brad, mesmerized as he gazed at the twin swinging pendulums that were her tits.
“Good. And it’s such a lovely day. Why don’t you work with your shirt off?”
“Whatever you say…my queen…” Brad echoed, dreamily.
“How does working with your shirt off feel? Be honest with your queen.”
Brad struggled slightly, furrowing his brow even as he continued to sway in time with his wife’s tits. “Embarrassed, my queen. Humiliated to be slaving under the hot sun for you.”
Michelle dangled the piece of melon above Brad’s head, drawing his gaze. “But you would still do it, if I asked you?”
“Yes…I think it’s so hot that you’re using me…”
“And if you ever feel in danger, either physical or mental, what will you do?” Michelle prodded.
“I…will say my safe word. I will come out of trance and stop following any instructions I don’t feel comfortable following…”
“Very good, subby hubby.” Michelle plopped the bite of melon into Brad’s mouth, letting him lick her fingers as he ate out of the palm of her hand. For the rest of the morning, Michelle hand fed her husband breakfast as he knelt beside the table like her lapdog. She wiped his mouth with one of the cloth napkins and then opened her robe, letting her legs splay out, revealing her luscious pussy.
“Now, have some desert and then get to work, subby hubby.”
That had been Brad’s morning routine ever since Michelle went off on a power bender, keeping his mind enslaved to her will and sabotaging every attempt he made to put her in her place. For the entirety of his vacation, he had been working non-stop to cook, clean, and pamper his wife like the ensorcelled slave that he was. He would cook her breakfast, have her dictate the extensive list of chores she wanted done for the day and be reminded of his safe word and emergency protocol. Then, he’d attack whatever task set out for him with a vacant smile on his lips as his mantra looped in his head.
“My wife is my queen. I must serve my queen. It gives me so much pleasure to do as I’m told. My wife is my queen…”
In her defense, Michelle may have been power hungry, but not cruel. She made sure her slave husband was well hydrated, always wearing sunscreen (which she made him apply to himself naked as she watched) and had plenty to eat, even if he was the one that would clean up afterwards.
To ensure that Brad’s horny subconscious would have no reason to rebel, she made a habit of washing Brad every afternoon when he was done with his chores, leading him into the shower and sudsing down his body as he stared helplessly at her soapy tits. She’d massage the tension out of his muscles in the warm water and then work her way down to his package, stroking his cock and gently tugging at his balls.
“Feeling your balls getting sooo heavy…” she’d murmur to him and she pulled on his sack. “Making you sooo tired…so tired to walk around with those heavy, heavy balls…swinging between your legs…so tired…so heavy…”
She watched Brad’s eyelids flutter every time she pulled down, only to open wide when she let them slip out of her grasp until she tugged on them again. She clenched her thighs together in excitement. He was like her little squeeze doll.
Finally, she’d dry him up with the towel and lead him by his cock to the couch, playfully tugging and stroking him until he gave up, exhausted, and slipped into a deep sleep, his mind and ears open to Michelle’s devious words.
Invariably, he’d wake up an hour or two later with an obsession to get the house spotless, manically cleaning the bathrooms, moping the floor, and cleaning out the fridge until it was time to cook dinner. Sometimes Michelle would watch him from the couch, and other times she would leave him to cook and clean while she enjoyed some time out with her girlfriends. In any case, she was always back by bedtime.
Their bedroom had become a shrine dedicated to worshipping Michelle’s body in every possible way. She had Brad give her long massages, rub her feet, and pleasure her with his mouth, hands, and cock for as long as she pleased. Whenever Brad got testy or tried to assert himself, Michelle would casually take out his ring and swing it absently in front of her chest. She didn’t even have to put any effort into hypnotizing him anymore. The simple, repetitive motion against her womanly charms would be enough to pacify him and send him back into his subby hubby space.
Before going to sleep for the night, Michelle would treat her husband by letting him nuzzle and grope her tits while she toyed with his cock. When she felt him getting close to orgasm, she would push him back against the bed, her one hand brushing lightly over his face while she just tapped the tip of his hard penis with her single index finger.
“You cannot resist your queen…you obey your queen…your queen has your cock under her control…” she’d say while manipulating him with a single finger. “Just letting your queen tap away at your will…tap away at your resistance…just letting her tap, tap, tap, tap…”
The pad of her finger bounced on his prick, sending jolts through his balls and into his brain.
“tap,tap, tap until you just…cum!”
Brad’s world would explode white hot bursts of ecstasy, his cock jetting his pent-up spunk until he collapsed back, letting his queen clean him off and whisper deliciously naughty ideas into his head as he succumbed to sleep, ready to wake up and do it all over again.
Brad knew what was happening to him. He knew that if he let Michelle continue to boss him around like this, he very well may lose any resistance, any agency he even had in his marriage. Once or twice, he had been tempted to break the spell with the safe word, but then his ego would get the better of him.
A week, a month, a year. It didn’t matter. Part of the thrill of submitting his mind to his wife was the possibility of escape, of revenge. He only needed to patiently wait until she screwed up.
Amelia's hand froze halfway to her mouth, the spoonful of yogurt trembling. A deep, resonant voice filled her small apartment, emanating from the television where a commercial for luxury sedans was playing. It was him. Francis. The voice was smoother now, more polished, but it was unmistakably the same baritone that used to murmur in her ear as she drifted off to sleep.
A familiar heat bloomed between her thighs, sudden and overwhelming. Her breath hitched. Damn him. Even after two years, the conditioning held. "Whenever you hear my voice, you'll get wet and horny," he'd said during one of their hypnosis sessions, his voice weaving through her consciousness like silk. "Your body will remember me, want me, need me."
She squeezed her legs together, trying to quell the throbbing that had begun. This was the third time this week. First it was the radio on her way to work; a voiceover for some investment firm. Then yesterday, her phone had autoplayed an ad for a new smartphone while she was scrolling through social media. And now this.
Amelia stood abruptly, turning off the TV. The silence didn't help; the voice echoed in her mind. She needed to get ready for work, but the arousal was already clouding her thoughts. In the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning between her legs. Her reflection showed flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. She looked exactly how she felt: turned on and miserable.
The bus ride was torture. As if summoned by her thoughts, another commercial played on the bus's radio system: this time for a chain of coffee shops. Francis's voice describing the "rich, bold flavor" of their new blend made her shift uncomfortably in her seat. She could feel her panties growing damp, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra. An elderly woman beside her gave her a concerned look, and Amelia forced a smile, gripping the pole tighter to keep her hands from wandering.
At work, she tried to lose herself in spreadsheets and emails, but the arousal lingered like a fog. Every time she thought she'd finally shaken it, a memory would surface. Francis's hands on her hips, his voice in her ear, the way he'd look at her with those intense eyes as he counted her down into trance. Her body responded each time, a traitorous wave of pleasure that made her bite her lip to keep from moaning.
By lunchtime, she was desperate. She locked herself in a stall in the women's restroom, her hand slipping beneath her skirt before she could stop herself. The touch sent a jolt through her body. She was soaking wet. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive. She rubbed in quick circles, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't him.
Her phone buzzed in her purse. She ignored it at first, lost in the haze of need, but it kept buzzing. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she pulled it out. A text from her friend Jen: "Did you see that Francis is doing voice acting now? He's everywhere!"
Amelia's thumb hovered over Francis's name in her contacts. She hadn't spoken to him since the breakup, had sworn she never would. But the temptation was overwhelming. She could call him and hear his voice directly. His real voice. Maybe that would break the spell.
Or maybe it would make her come undone right here in this bathroom stall.
Before she could lose her nerve, she typed a simple message: "Heard you on the radio today. You sound good."
The reply came almost instantly. "Amelia? Long time. How are you?"
Just seeing his name on her screen sent another pulse of arousal through her. Her fingers returned to her clit, rubbing more insistently now.
"Fine," she typed back, her other hand still working between her legs. "Just... busy."
"I've missed you," came the next message. "I think about you sometimes."
Amelia's breath caught. Her hips bucked against her hand. She was close now, so close.
"Remember how you used to go under for me?" he sent. "How good it felt to just let go and obey?"
That did it. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shaking with the force of it. She had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out. When it was over, she sagged against the stall door, panting.
Her phone buzzed again. "I could make you feel that way again, Amelia. Better than before. I've been practicing."
Amelia stared at the message, her post-orgasmic haze slowly clearing. What was she doing? This was exactly why she'd left him. His control, the way he could manipulate her mind and body with just a few words. It wasn't healthy. But God, it had felt good. No one else had ever made her feel like that.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea," she typed, her fingers trembling.
"Your body seems to think otherwise," he replied. "I know you, Amelia. I know what you need. And more importantly, I know what hearing my voice all day must be doing to you. How desperate did you need to get before you reached out to me?"
She did need it. That was the problem. She needed his voice, his touch, his control. She needed to be taken deep and fucked away until nothing remained but pleasure and obedience and his perfect voice.
Before she could stop herself, she sent: "Can we talk?"
"My place, tonight at 8," came the immediate reply. "I'll be waiting."
Amelia leaned her head against the stall door, a mix of relief and dread washing over her. She knew she was making a mistake, knew she was walking right back into the trap she'd barely escaped. But as another wave of arousal washed over her at the thought of seeing him again, she also knew she couldn't stay away. His voice had already claimed her again, and this time, she wasn't sure she wanted to break free.
This story was originally requested on my old blog by @ottopilott under the following ask:
a person is frustrated and annoyed that their former hypnotist has found work as a (commercial voiceover actor | one of the new TikTok voices), leading to unwanted and unpredictable bouts of horniness over (personal injury lawyers | handmade wood furniture | Greek food | 30% of the funny videos on the Internet). (If you do this, I thought it would be fun to let you pick gender and orientation and some of the details)
Your continued support is invaluable.
If you want to do more, you can buy me a coffee, or if you want a story written just for you, commissions are open!
"Don't fall asleep...You'd never resist my control then."
Lindsay shook her head feebly, trying to keep herself from slipping into the warm, seductive embrace of sleep under the spa owner's heavy boobs. She had to get up, had to get out and warn the town that the busty business owner was brainwashing everyone. If she didn't stop her, the whole town would be under her sway, its resources at her fingertips.
But the young journalist could hardly move, hardly think as the skilled masseuse gently teased her nipple. Lindsay's mind was being stirred like a cocktail by the spa owner's irresistible fingers.
Plus the huge bouncy tits weighing down on her head didn't help Lindsay's resolve.
"You'll tell everyone exactly what I want them to hear...you'll lure so many more dumb boys and girls into my sleepy booby web...and you'll help me tease and turn them to my way of thinking..."
The spa owner jumbled Lindsay's tits, just as she jumbled her mind. She bounced one of her hefty breasts straight onto Lindsay's forehead as she pinched her nipple hard.
"Just don't fall...asleeeeeppp..."
"sssssleeeeeppp..." Lindsay muttered as her mind finally snapped.
Since Mayd has come to an end and it was so unceremoniously chopped by my sudden blog reincarnation, I was thinking of doing another theme in July, but I want some input.
What should July's theme be?
Jewels of July (Jewelry-focused inductions)
Subliminal Summer (Subliminal messages/images)
Suns Out Buns Out (Exhibitionism-focused stories)
Summer School Re-education (School/Teacher stories)
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Have you ever been driving down some long, monotonous road and just zoned out as you watch the lanes lines drift by?
Have you ever felt your mind just shut off and move along on cruise control?
Have you ever let your body steer the car while your mind sleeps?
And have you ever suddenly parked in front of an old Victorian style mansion in the middle of the woods without realizing how you got there with an uncontrollable urge to go in?
You stomp through the rain to the rickety wooden porch. Of course your rental car would die right after your phone ran out of battery. Through the downpour you can see a few amber lights shining through the windows.
They have power, whoever lives here. You should be able to sweet talk your way in so you can charge your phone.
The floorboards creak as you step up to the carved oak door and bang on the brass knocker. To your relief, you hear the rusty click of a latch and the door swings open. Standing behind it is a young woman with red hair and fair skin dressed in a wine-red corset and flowing gown. The corset accentuates her hourglass figure and you try not to stare at her round breasts poking over the top. You glance at her face. Her misty eyes stare back at you.
You explain your situation and she smiles warmly and shows you in. You follow, your gait matching the rhythm of her swinging hips. The hallway is narrow and coated with oval framed pictures of regal ladies from years ago. You feel their eyes watching you as your host continues to lead you deeper down the hall.
She shows you to a small waiting room, half submerged in shadows. She offers you a padded chair next to richly embroidered couch and mahogany coffee table. You take a seat, asking if there’s a place you could charge your phone. The woman only shushes you and places a tray with a teapot and cups on the table and then lights a candle.
“The power’s on a generator,” she explains. “I will need to start it first. Please, make yourself comfortable.”
She leaves.
You turn back to the table only then realizing that someone is watching you from the couch.
“Would you like some tea?” comes a lilting voice. Another woman, this one tousled blonde hair and ice-blue eyes. She’s thin and delicate, dressed in a white Victorian era dress. She smiles invitingly at you. Her lips are painted black.
Without losing her gaze on you, she pours a cup of steaming tea, offering you the teacup on a porcelain saucer.
“Drink the tea,” she softly urges.
You hesitate. Something doesn’t feel right. The way this woman is staring at you is both disturbing but also compelling. You watch the swirls of the steam as they drift in front of her face. You shouldn’t accept drinks from strangers, that’s obvious. But her eyes keep coaxing you to take a sip.
“Have some tea, darling,” a voice says from behind you. It’s the woman who let you in, her hands gently resting on your shoulders from behind your chair. “It will help you relax.”
Before you can answer, her hands begin dancing and rubbing down your shoulders. Hours of stressful driving pour off you. Your gaze stays captivated by the blond woman’s eyes in front of you as she wafts the tea under your face.
“The tea will calm you,” the red head says. “It will make everything feel so warm and loose. Drink the tea, sweetie.”
Her hands pull back your head and you feel two warm, fleshy pillows cushion the back of your neck. The woman holds you in her silky cleavage as her nails gently scratch over your scalp.
"Drink the tea."
You don’t want to be impolite. You cautiously take the tea from the woman on the couch and sip. Rich, warm flavor floods your mouth and seeps down your throat.
“Have some more.”
The red head is raking her hands through your hair, rolling her tits around the sides of your face. You smile. It was such yummy tea. You’re going to have another sip.
And another.
And another.
Soon the cup is empty and you’re feeling good. You feel calm, tranquil. You lean back, content to let the buxom red head press her chest into your head. She’s cooing words to you. Words you don’t need to worry about. Words you can just listen to.
The blonde woman slides down to the floor. Soon you feel a silky hand with long slender fingers reaching down your pants. Finding all the right spots between your legs.
You sigh dreamily and surrender yourself to the mercy of the two strange women.
So @laurentidal-backup was there in case what happened happened, because I know at one point you were like, if I get nuked I'm not restarting. So when you didn't get nuked, I didn't keep it up to date.
BUT if other readers are more anal meticulous about tagging than I am, and have your stories tagged, I could use the script to go reblog more "lost" stories. With their note counts, of course. I know you love your data.
As fate would have it I updated my spreadsheet like 2 days before the nuke so I have fairly accurate data as it currently stands.
I wouldn't say no 😂 but I don't mind the interim stories being lost media for a bit either. I still have the OG copies saved to my vault and I'll prob post them again little by little like I did the first time
Lauren couldn't remember when she started the vault. Hell, she couldn't even remember writing the first story. Her mind didn't tend to dwell on trivial things like that anymore, but the sudden ban on Tumblr had forced her to go back into the old files and now she was looking at a massive depository of hypnosis smut in an Obsidian vault with her name on it.
She barely had time to process her feelings when the ban came down. She'd once sworn publicly that three times was enough. She would not start a fourth blog. But when the time came to call it quits, something triggered in her mind and she got to work rebuilding, almost as if her body were acting on its own.
Maybe it was. After all, she didn't remember writing a single one of these stories.
And as she clicked through columns of stories with unfamiliar titles, she found herself repeating an oddly comforting phrase.
"My mind is a vault and I must fill it..."
That's right, she thought. I remember now. I did this all for them.
She imagined the blank faces of the nameless thousands who had consumed these stories. She wondered how many had been driven to sexual release, and then she considered...she wasn't that much different than the mind controllers in these stories. That brought a rush of excitement that she didn't expect, and it kept her moving forward, the rest of her resolve to retire melting away.
After all, she thought. "My mind is a vault..."
"And you must fill it," said the faceless thousands.
Tyrone leaned back in his bed, trying to keep his eyes awake as he scrolled through his phone. He barely noticed Tina jump into bed next to him until her soft hand slithered to his prick.
“Aww, baby, I’m sorry, but…YAWN…I don’t think I have the energy tonight…mmm…”
“Someone has energy,” Tina winked as Tyrone’s prize cock pumped up to a full erection under Tina’s skillful fingers. “But don’t worry, big guy. I know you’ve been working so hard. So how about a nice, slow handjob? Just relax…”
Before Tyrone could protest, Tina brushed her other hand down his face. His eyes drooped and he let out a long, resigned sigh. It had been a long day of work, and Tina’s hand felt so wonderful on his cock, moving up and down…up and down…
“up and down…up and down…that feels so nice, doesn’t it Ty?” Tina cooed. She cuddled closer to her boyfriend, her warm tits pressing into his arm.
“Up and down…nothing to do, nowhere to go. Just relax…up and down…up and down…your cock is getting so hard…so stiff and needy…you don’t want to do anything right now except just relaaaax and enjoy my hand going up…and down…”
Tyrone felt his body melt as a lopsided grin crawled onto his face. Tina was right. He could just relax and feel her hand pulling and stroking and squeezing and twisting up along his member again and again. It was so soothing, so wonderful luxuriant. Her hand was soft and just a little slick from the vitamin E lotion she used.
“Let your eyes get heavy, dear…eyes drooping down…can’t keep them open anymore…”
Tina worked her pace just a little faster as Tyron’s cock throbbed and strained under her touch.
“The harder your cock…the sleepier you get….the harder your cock…the sleepier you get…hard cock…sleepy eyes…hard cock…sleepy eyes…so sleepy…so, so hard…”
Tyrone tried to keep his focus on the wonderful sight of Tina’s shiny pink nails spinning up and down his shaft, but his eyelids felt like lead weight were attached to them. He struggled to keep them from dropping down, his head nodding drowsily with Tina words.
“Such a nice, soothing motion…up and down…so relaxing…up and down…drifting with my voice…my hand…on your cock…going up…and down…and up…and down…until you…just…”
SNAP!
Tina clicked her fingers together as Tyrone shot a jet of white cum in the air.
“Sleep.”
Tyrone’s eyes rolled back in his head and he slumped against the headrest of the bed, completely lost in sated slumber.
Tina left Tyrone snoring and washed the sticky jizz off her hand. She hopped back in bed and took out her phone, texting furtively as she snuggled under the covers.
“Ok. He’s out.” She typed.
A week later, Tyrone noticed Tina putting on her hottest outfit and examining herself in the mirror.
“What’s going on, baby? Are we going out tonight?” he asked, confused.
“Oh! Uh, well, no. I just wanted to try on this dress. How do I look anyway?”
Tyrone gazed at his girlfriend, her juicy thighs peeking out of the strategic slit in her cocktail dress.
“Really, really good actually,” he said. “Maybe we should go out tonight anyway.”
“Oh, sweetie. You know I’d love that,” she said taking a step closer to her big man. “But I know you’re just too sleepy tonight.”
“No, I’m feeling good. I can take youuuu…”
Tyrone trailed off as Tina brushed her hand up and down over the bulge in his pants.
Up and down.
Back and forth.
“No, baby. I think you’re feeling way too sleeeeeepy to go out…”
Tyrone recognized the sultry lilt in Tina’s voice. It was the same tone she used when she had jerked him off last night, and the night before, and the night before that. Always working him up with her hand nice and slow, up and down, while she cooed into his ear until he just drifted off to sleep. Sometimes he remembered cumming and sometimes he would just lose himself in a deep dream of pleasure while he listened to Tina’s pretty words.
“Too sleepy…to tired and horny…” Tina whispered as the gently pushed her lover to the couch, his body sinking down into the cushions. In an instant, she undid his pants and had his cock out, hard and stiff, as her fingers gently teased and stroked him.
“Up and down…up and down…so soothing…so sleepy…so horny…”
Tyrone’s eyes fluttered and a soft pink fog enveloped his mind. What was he just talking about?
“Up and down…sleepy and horny…up and down…up and down…”
Tina’s voice was like a lullaby as she gently took Tyrone’s hand in hers and curled his fingers around his own prick, guiding him up and down in long, lazy strokes.
“Keep going sweetie…feeling so good, so sleepy, so passive and docile as you relax deeper…deeper…harder…harder…and…”
SNAP!
Tyrone’s head slumped forward, his cock a solid metal bar sticking out from his legs.
“That’s right, honey. Lost in la-la land for me. Just letting your hand go up and down…because your hand listens to me…and it’s going to keep you nice and relaxed…nice and drowsy until I come back…anytime you start to wake up that hand is going to squeeze and stroke your cock until you drift back into his sleepy, happy trance. Got that, sugar?”
Tyrone’s only response was a soft moan as he half sat, half lay on the couch completely unconscious. Tina waved her fingers in front of his sleeping eyes, smiling when she got no reaction. She pulled out her phone and opened her recent messages.
“I’m ready,” she tapped and then crept out the door.
The week after Tyrone was feeling restless as hell. For some reason he felt pent up like he hadn’t cum in a month. But that was silly. Tina had been getting him off practically every night.
Hadn’t she?
It was hard for him to remember. Things would get so foggy and hazy every time he tried to remember what his girlfriend did to him the night before. His dick would pop up hard and stiff and before he knew it, he was absently stroking himself and letting his eyes droop lower and lower until he forgot what we was even thinking about.
He found Tina doing her make up in the bathroom. He came up from behind her, his large hands reaching around to grope her tits.
“Gotta surprise for you tonight, baby,” he murmured in her ear. “I made us reservations at Chez Pierre’s tonight. Why don’t you put on something nice?”
Tina writhed under his touch and pushed her ass back into his pelvis, grinding her cheeks against his package.
“Mmmm…that sounds wonderful baby. But I think you’re just too tired to go out tonight.”
“No. I’m raring to go! I haven’t taked my girl out in forever and I want to go…show off…my…mmm…my…seeexy…uhm….”
Tyrone trailed off as Tina brushed her ass up and down, up and down, swinging her hips like a stripper.
“Awww…see? My man is just too tired…And too horny to make it through dinner….I think he just needs to take a little nap.”
“No…I’m not….not sssssleepy…I’m…uhhhh…”
Words failed Tyrone as Tina twisted around and reached her hands down his pants to grab his eager cock. She gently steered him towards the bed.
“Yes you are…your getting very sleepy, baby…sleepy and horny…horny and sleepy…you just can’t keep those pretty eyes of yours open, can you?”
Tyrone wanted to protest. He had spent almost half of his paycheck setting up their date tonight. He wasn’t about to sleep through it. Even if Tina’s hand felt so distracting going up and down his shaft.
Up and down…
Sleepier and sleepier…
“No place to go tonight… No plans…just resting here and letting that big, hard prick make you sleepier and sleepier…harder and harder…drifting deep, deep asleep…dreaming nice horny dreams…down…down… and…”
SNAP!
Tyrone toppled over like a rag doll, his eyes slamming shut. Tina brought his hand to his cock, gently coaxing it to take over for her as if glided up and down…up and down his hard, needy prick.
“That should hold you big boy. You just have fun with yourself tonight, stroking yourself to sleep anytime to start to wake up. I’ll be back later.”
She leaned forward and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead.
“Much later.”
Tina gathered her things and wandered out to the curb as a high end sports car pulled up and opened the passenger side door. Tina hopped in, rubbing against the smooth leather seat like a cat.
“Did you take care of him?” A deep baritone voice asked from the driver’s seat. Tina felt her mind go soft and fuzzy.
“Yes…he made us reservations at Chez Pierre’s tonight…” she mumbled through a sleepy smile.
“Ooh, fancy” the voice said as two strong fingers curled into Tina’s pants and traced gentle circles around her clit. “And you made sure he won’t bother us?”
“Yesss…” Tina sighed. “He’s going to keep himself sleepy and horny while he plays with himself all night…”
“And that makes you feel good, doesn’t it Tina?” The fingers kept circling around and around. “Turning your boyfriend into a drooling cuck so you can go out, spend his money, and fuck his friend without him knowing. It makes you wet, doesn’t it?”
Around and around…
Wetter and wetter…
“Yes…yes! I’m so wet.”
“And you love it, don’t you. You love being my little slut, getting used to humiliate your boyfriend, whenever I say so”
The fingers went faster, spreading her slick juices all over her pussy lips, gently pinching her clitty.
“Yes! I love being used by you! I will seduce and manipulate him for you…when…ooh!...whenever you…say so!”
Tina cried out an orgasm shot through her body, drowning her mind in pleasure. She sighed and sank back into the soft seat as she floated away on a blissful cloud of sleep.
“Good girl,” the voice said, shifting the car into drive. “You just take a little nap now. I’ll wake you when we get there.”
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"I… I'm sorry, I really don't see it." Brigid's cheeks flushed in furious embarrassment--she couldn't really believe she was even looking at another woman's pussy, let alone staring at the gap between her lightly parted labia in search of some supposed hypnotic focus that was going to make her weak and malleable and easy to control. She kind of wished she could steer the conversation away to literally anything else, but by the time Moira had actually gotten her skirt and panties off to demonstrated the effect it felt kind of difficult to just change the subject. Brigid was stuck looking at her friend's friend's cunt until she either gave up and pretended to be mesmerized or until Eileen came in to break up the intensely awkward standoff.
Certainly Moira didn't seem interested in giving the whole thing up. "Try looking a little closer," she said, lightly tracing her pussy lips with her fingers in a circular motion that Brigid guessed she intended to use to intensify the supposedly hypnotic effect. "It might be a little bit easier if you get on your knees. Just stare right at the center, right where my clit is poking out, and just keep your eyes focused on it while you concentrate on the warmth in your own body and the sound of my voice, and soon you'll begin to feel it happening." Brigid didn't even know what hypnosis was supposed to feel like--all she knew was that Moira was right, she had an incredibly large and swollen clitoris, and Brigid's cheeks prickled with heat as the blush spread all the way up to her forehead.
She did kneel, although more out of social obligation than anything else, and when Moira murmured, "That's it, closer and deeper and fully focused on my clit," Brigid did find herself crawling a tiny bit nearer to the other woman even though she still didn't feel captivated or mesmerized or anything else Moira was describing. She was just staring, that was all, staring very intently because she was trying to be a good sport and not get weirded out by this frankly quite lewd display, but the closer she looked and the harder she stared the less she saw anything hypnotic about Moira's cunt. Brigid hadn't blinked in close to a minute now and she still didn't notice anything, and that had to disprove it.
Thankfully Moira must have noticed how hot Brigid's face was getting, because she said, "You may be more comfortable if you get naked as well," and she turned out to be right because the moment Brigid's fingers moved to unbutton her blouse she instantly felt so much cooler. She clambered forward until her head was almost right up next to Moira's pussy, close enough to notice the slickness clinging to her labia and the soft, heady scent of arousal, and she was a little bit surprised to hear a kind of muzzy confusion in her voice when she mumbled out a vague, drowsy insistence that she still didn't see anything but it didn't alarm her. Brigid was too intently focused for that.
They tried a number of different angles and positions to help Brigid find the hypnotic focus that day, with Brigid feeling like they got closest when she lay flat on her back and Moira straddled her face to give her a nice, long look directly at Moira's cunt. It probably looked perverse and lascivious, and when Eileen walked in on them Brigid's whole body twitched with a start of guilty embarrassment. But thankfully Moira's mesmerizing pussy did work on at least one person, and soon Eileen was kneeling blank-eyed between Brigid's legs to help her overheated pussy release some of its tension so that she could devote her full, undivided attention to Moira.
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Stephanie ran towards the Royal Greenhouse of Clover Castle. Above her, mysterious pink magic shimmered in the air. The Clover Mages couldn’t identify the magic nor could they dispel it, and so the entire castle was now on full alert.
“Princess? Princess!” she called out as ran through the garden.
No one had seen the princess since the pink magic appeared but Stephanie knew that Princess Triffoli loved the gardens, especially the more exotic flowers that bloomed in the greenhouse, so that was the first place the Royal Druidess thought to look.
“Princess?” Stephanie shouted as she pulled open the doors.
The sweet, pleasant aroma of flowers welcomed Stephanie as soon as she entered the greenhouse. For a moment, she was overcome with a sense of calm. Of relaxation. She smiled as she breathed in the warm scent. What she saw, however, pulled her back from her daydream. Gone were the flowers she had helped the princess cultivate and nurture. In their place, strange new flora filled the beds of the greenhouse and had turned it into a garden of paradise. Bright pinks and blues and purples as far as Stephanie could see. It was one of the most beautiful sights Stephanie had ever laid her eyes on.
Then, she heard something. A soft giggle from deeper within the greenhouse. Stephanie sighed; she didn’t have time for one of Triffoli’s games.
“Princess? It’s Stephanie! Something’s happened! We must get you to safety now!”
Another giggle. Leading her deeper into the gardens. The sights, the smells… there was nothing Stephanie wanted to do more than stop and smell the flowers. She could feel a warmth building inside of her as the flowers focused on her. She wanted to bask in their beauty, to revel in their attention. It felt so good. A soft whine escaped her lips, and the druidess shook her head. She needed to focus; she needed to find the princess. She could figure out where these plants came from after she knew Triffoli was safe.
“Closer,” a voice called out to her. It was almost a whisper, but the druidess heard it clear as day, “Come closer.”
“Who’s there?” Stephanie answered it, readying her staff in case things turned violent. “Show yourself!”
Her words were met with a giggle, “I won’t hurt you, petal.”
Stephanie stepped forward, her eyes darting around the room. She was desperate to find the source of the voice before it found her. And, goddess willing, she’d find the princess. She just hoped she wasn’t too late. She sent a spell forward, reaching out to the nature around her. Asking for its help. But the magic fizzled after just a few seconds, her concentration failing her. She cursed under her breath, earning another giggle from whoever was in here with her.
As she moved through the greenhouse, it felt as though the flowers were becoming more beautiful. Various shades of pink glimmered in the sunlight. They were easily some of the prettiest flowers Stephanie had ever seen. She wondered if the flowers themselves were sparkling. A part of her wanted to sparkle too.
And that was when she noticed her.
Among the flowers sat what appeared to be a woman. Lily-pink hair flowed around her soft green skin. Stephanie recognized the woman to be an alraune. She had heard stories of them but had never seen one with her own eyes. The monster was… somehow even more beautiful than she expected. It turned her attention from the flowers and locked eyes with Stephanie.
“Hello petal,” the alraune purred. “I’ve been expecting you.”
“Where’s the princess?” Stephanie asked her, bringing her focus back to the task at hand.
The woman smiled, but didn’t say a word, as she stepped out from the patch of flowers she had been tending to. Stephanie’s eyes were drawn to her body. Like the garden, she was absolutely breathtaking. The druidess never imagined that an alraune could be so curvy. Her enormous breasts bounced slightly beneath her hair, giving Stephanie enough of a view to further distract her. She pulled a flower from her hair; the petals were covered in a soft pink glitter. Stephanie watched as petals twinkled in the woman’s hand, and she was completely caught off guard when the alraune blew that glitter into her face.
“Bimblossoms,” the pink-haired plant-girl explained, “aren’t they so pretty?”
Stephanie’s head spun as she breathed in the pink pollen. The smell was absolutely intoxicating. Notes of sweet vanilla were flooding her senses, making her feel so delicious. She tried to shake her head and clear the glitter from her mind but she couldn’t. The druidess’ thoughts were turning pink. Her worries and stresses began to melt away into a sea of sparkles. She cooed softly as the bimblossom continued to dumb her down, leaving her feeling floaty and completely at the alraune’s mercy.
“There, my sweet petal. Isn’t that so much better?” she asked Stephanie. Her words were so gentle, so sweet. Each word made the druidess grow a little weaker. “I know your princess agreed. Triffoli, was it? She is such a good girl. Just like you will be.”
“I-i… th-the princess…” Stephanie’s mind struggled to put together any thoughts. She felt too good. Too… pink? Too pink to do anything but listen. Too pink to be anything but be a good girl.
The alraune pulled Stephanie into a kiss, planting her soft pink lips onto the druid. The kiss rocked Stephanie, leaving the girl completely helpless as the creature’s magic flowed through her. Her breasts ballooned beneath her robes, expanding to a more curvaceous size. Her butt grew fuller and rounder, her hips wider and more feminine. The plant-woman’s tongue danced in Stephanie’s mouth, pushing more of the bimblossom nectar into her body. Her head was swimming in a sea of glitter and pink pollen. Her lips plumped into glossy pillows as they became coated with nectar. A pleasant heat was building inside of her; the need for more growing by the second. She moaned into the monster’s kiss. Completely lost in a haze of pink pollen.
The alraune giggled and pulled away from the kiss, leaving Stephanie with a dumb, blissful smile on her face. She traced the bimbo’s lips with her finger, admiring how pretty and pliant her new plaything was. The bimblossoms were already taking hold of this one. And soon, she would join her princess in service of the Garden.
“Such a pretty petal,” the alraune cooed, her green hand cupping the bimbofied druidess’ face. “Now, let’s not keep your princess waiting any longer, yes?”
She twirled around, taking her new bimbo’s hand and leading her to a secluded area of the greenhouse. Stephanie, helplessly obedient, followed the alraune. Her body jiggled as she walked, each step making her boobs and butt bounce lewdly as she mindlessly admired the pretty flowers and yummy smells of the garden.
“Oh, Princess?” the plant-girl called out, her voice drawing the bimbo’s attention back to her. “I’ve brought you a friend.”
Stephanie gasped when she saw her. The princess, a once demure and innocent beauty, had become a bimbo not unlike the former druidess. Her pink lips were wrapped around the vine of a nearby flower; her cheeks puffed slightly from the nectar gushing into her mouth. Another vine had slid into the princess’ pussy, and another between her massive breasts. Princess Triffoli moaned around the vine as the plants continued to use her.
“Mmm, isn’t she lovely?” the alraune asked Stephanie as she watched the princess suck and fuck the flowers like a horny slut. “She’s a little further along than you are, petal… but don’t worry, we’ll get you caught up in no time.”
The princess had always been pretty, but now… she was perfect. Her blonde hair had turned pink, and her skin had taken on a green complexion. Her lips looked so plump and soft. Her tits were so big; her body so deliciously curvy. It made Stephanie feel so warm between her legs. She purred softly; so turned on by the sight in front of her.
The alraune noticed this and pulled the bimbo close to her. Their bodies pressed against each other tight. Stephanie could practically taste her captor’s lips on hers. The plant-girl slid the druid’s robes off her, exposing her perfected body to her Garden. The bimbo swooned as the alraune kissed her again, leaving a trail of pink kisses from her lips to her ear.
She leaned in close and whispered, “Well, petal? Do you want to join her?”
Stephanie cooed dreamily and nodded, “Mhmmm.”
“That’s my girl,” the monster praised her, kissing her deeply and filling her with more delicious nectar. “Go on then, petal. Join your princess among the flowers. Join my Garden. Tend to my flowers and I promise to take good care of you.”
Stephanie smiled blankly before stepping into the flowerbed. She laid next to Princess Triffoli, who was writhing in ecstasy as the vine in her pussy filled her with its seed. She cried out in orgasmic euphoria as she climaxed again and again. The flowers bloomed, covering the bimbos in glitter as they did. Vines quickly began to explore Stephanie’s body, wrapping around her tits and spreading her legs wide. More vines slid between her legs, and the last bits of the druidess’ mind completely melted away as the Garden took all of her holes.
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She strutted down the hall, her round hips swinging in her tight blue jeans, her raven-black hair splashing over her back. He always saw her walk out of her advanced Calculus class at exactly 10:38 every morning, organizing his schedule so that he visited his locker adjacent to the classroom at that precise time. He always pretended not to gaze at her sparkling blue eyes or her full, perky tits, darting his head away at the last second, but he was pretty sure she still caught him.
Once or twice, he thought she had even smiled.
One day, at exactly 10:38 a.m. when she emerged from the busy classroom, a red notebook slid out of her backpack, hitting the ground with a slap. He slammed his locker close and snatched it off the ground for her without even thinking.
“Hey, you dropped this!” he called.
She turned her head, her blue eyes opening wide. “Oh, thank you! You’re so sweet!” Her smiling lips were apple red.
“Yeah, don’t worry about it! I drop a lot of stuff, too!” he said, trying not to cringe at how awkward he sounded.
She crinkled her nose at him, smiling wider, before reaching into her bag and pulling out a box of sugar cubes.
“Want one?” she asked holding out the box.
“Uhh…what?” he stared blankly at the packet of packed, granulated sugar.
“Want some sugar? It’s nice! I eat them all the time.”
She stuck out her tongue, dropping a white cube into her mouth and sucking on it with her cheeks.
“See?”
He shrugged. “Uhm, okay! Sure!”
She grabbed his hand, placing another cube in his upturned hand. Her fingers were soft and cool to his touch.
“Here you go, just to say thank you! It’s nice when guys do stuff for a girl, isn’t it?”
He popped the sugar cube in his mouth. The hard grains yielded in his mouth, melting into a puddle of sweetness flooding his taste buds. He felt a rush of electricity jolt through his spine.
Mmm! That was nice!
“Come find me whenever you want some more. Okay, sugar?” she said before turning and rushing away. He stood there smacking his lips and then the bell rang.
The next day, at 10:38, she came out of her classroom as usual. As usual, he had found an excuse to visit his locker.
“Hi!” She waved at him.
“Hey!” He said, his cheeks turning warm. “Where you headed?”
“The library. I have a study session for History.” She held a large bag filled with at least twenty pounds of textbooks and study guides. Sneaking out of the top of the backpack was her yellow box of sugar cubes. She swayed absently on her heels, her chest pressed around the backpack.
For some reason, his mouth was watering.
“Uh, hey! Can I carry that for you?” he asked, pointing to her bag.
“Oh! That’s so nice of you!” she said, her voice ringing like church bells. She dumped the bag in his arms. “Just be a good boy and don’t steal any sugar!”
They chuckled as they walked down the hall. He smiled over the pain in his biceps as he lugged around a bag that could have been filled with rocks. She grinned back at him, her eyes scanning up and down his body.
“It’s really nice when boys like you do stuff like this.”
“Oh, yeah! Well, it’s nice to do stuff for you!” he said, not sure what to say.
“You’re so right!” she trilled.
When they finally got to the library, she took her bag back and waved to him. He waved back, not really wanting to leave.
“Hey!” she said, glancing over her shoulder. She leaned close and whispered. “Want some more sugar?”
He nodded. “Yes. Yes, please!”
She giggled softly and reached into her bag.
“Open wide.”
He let his mouth open as her fingers gently placed a white cube on his tongue. He kept looking into her blue, blue eyes as she closed his mouth for him. He felt the sugar dissolve, a starburst of sweetness exploding in his mouth, shooting through his body and his brain. She smiled as she watched him.
“Isn’t that nice? It’s like you’re my little work pony!”
He blinked, too distracted by the sweet fog in his mind to object.
A nice little work pony.
“There you go. Just find me if you want more.”
She left him licking his lips, sugary sweet sparkles glistening in his eyes until the library doors slammed shut and he blinked, shaking his head as he jogged away.
The weekend crawled passed and he began to wish that Monday would get here sooner. He was having trouble sleeping, trouble concentrating on anything. He kept thinking about the sweet taste of sugar on his tongue. He considered buying a box himself, but the idea felt like it was missing something, some element he couldn’t just buy at a store.
By the time 10:38 on Monday came, he was practically jumping with anxiety, needing to see her. She rushed out of the classroom and nearly ran straight past him. He called out to her.
“Hey! Going to the library?”
She turned, her face slightly flushed, breathing a sigh of relief when she saw him. “Oh, great! I’m so glad to see you! Could you carry these for me?”
She pushed her heavy backpack into his chest, her breasts brushing his arms.
“Sure!”
She smiled and then began marching straight to the library, her shapely rear pumping in her blue jeans.
“Whoa! In a hurry?” he huffed, dodging passersby to keep up with her.
“Yeah! I have a Biology report due by the end of the day but I haven’t done any of my cross-referencing or bibliography.”
They got to the library entrance. He stopped, ready to give her back the bag and get his sugar, but she breezed right in.
“C’mon! I have a spot in the back of the study section.”
He trailed behind her, following the gentle swish-swish of her hair with every step. She guided him to one of the back desks and let him put down her overstuffed bag on the floor.
“Thanks!” she said, whipping out her laptop and flipping it open. He stood around awkwardly while she opened her assignment and started to scroll down. She glanced up, noticing that he was still there.
“Did you want to help or something?” she asked.
“Huh? Oh! No, I mean, I wasn’t thinking about that. I just wanted…I just thought…” His mouth burned. He could see the corner of the yellow sugar cube box poking out of her bag. She glanced at it and then grinned.
“Oh! You wanted a nice treat for being my good little pony?” she said, raiding her eyebrow.
“Yes! I mean I’m not your pony, but…uhm…”
She held a white cube in her palm holding it outstretched at waist height. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of it. She smiled invitingly and urged him with her eyes.
“Go on! Have some sugar!”
His gaze was riveted to the small cube as he felt his legs buckle and his body drop to his knees. He craved that sweet hit from her. She waved her hand back and forth in front of his face, dragging his head around before she finally brought it to his mouth, and let him eat it from the palm of her hand.
The sweetness seeped into his stomach, coursing through his veins.
“Want another?” she said, holding up another cube. His eyes glowed wide with desire and he nodded his head.
“Aww…just like a sweet little pony!” she cooed softly. He didn’t care. He needed her to give him another hit of sugar. Refusing was not an option for him.
She fed him another cube as he nuzzled her hand that swept up and over his hair, like he was an obedient pet. Thankfully the library was nearly empty and nobody was around to see him debasing himself.
“Hey! I got an idea!” she said, lifting his chin so he could stare into her pretty, blue eyes. “Why don’t you help me do these citations. You’re smart, aren’t you? I bet you could get this done real fast. Could you do that, hmm?”
He tried to gather his wits. He was supposed to meet his friends for basketball, but she was being so nice and her smile was so pretty. He didn’t know what to do.
“Pretty please?” she whispered. She pulled out another sugar cube. “Pretty please with sugar on top?”
Five minutes later, he was tapping away at her computer, organizing research papers and citations he had never read as she idly twiddled a sugar cube next to his face. Every few citations, she would pop another cube in his mouth. His brain was fizzling with the sweet taste and her silky voice.
“That’s good. You’re so nice to do this for me! It’s really sweet.”
She popped another cube in his mouth.
Sweet.
Nice.
He was nearly done when she leaned in with another cube. He turned, eager to eat anything she offered. Two soft lips met his. Two cherry lips with a white cube nestled between them. He let her kiss him, her tongue pushing the cube into his mouth.
He gasped as he felt her hand resting an inch away from his package.
“You’re such a sweet guy to do this. You deserve something extra nice. How about a sweet kiss for my nice pony.”
She leaned in again with another cube of sugar in between her plush lips. She pressed them over his mouth. Another burst of sweetness shot through him. Her hand gently squeezed his stiffening prick over his pants.
Sweet kisses.
Nice ponies get sweet kisses.
“And done!” she said, bouncing to her feet. “That looks great! Just do me one last favor?”
He turned up to look at her, his boner now painfully hard in his pants. She was standing over him, her top hanging down giving him a peek at the creamy tops of her breasts.
“Print it out for me and just drop it off in Mr. Gallager’s room. Pleeeeaaaassseee…”
She leaned in close and gave him a kiss, this time without the sugar. He tasted the sweetness all the same, her fingers rubbing and teasing his dick. His mind drifted in pleasure.
“Yuh…okay…” he mumbled.
Her lips planted a big wet kiss on his mouth. His face curled into the biggest grin.
“Great! Thanks, little pony! I’ll catch up with you later!”
She sashayed out of the library, leaving him to finish the assignment and carry her books back to her locker.
The rest of the semester passed quickly. She would meet him in the halls, ask him to carry her books, give him some of her homework and then send him off with a little kiss and a sugar cube he would eat out of her hand. He was her nice, happy pony, willing to do the hard work for her for another little taste of sugar.
For another sweet kiss from her.
Occasionally, her would notice a few other boys following her around, their eyes glazed and dopey. He never got jealous. If he did look more than once at the gear-headed shop student that helped her tune her car for a smile, or the big dumb jock that would let her wear his football jacket, she would just smile and blow him a little kiss.
He’d feel a burst of sweet pleasure tickle his brain and his cock get hard. He’d shrug it off, drifting away in a daze. She was just so sweet. Of course, the other guys wanted to help her. Pretty soon, she’d have all the boys in the school following her around, eating out of the palm of her hand, and leading them around like her team of eager show ponies.
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"I don't even have to give you commands anymore, you know." Chrissie took her lips away from the sensitive spot on Jerry's dick, just below the swollen glans, and murmured to him in a soft purring voice that kept him fully locked onto the sight of her mesmerizing blue eyes. "Every time I speak to you now, you're associating it with that desperate, throbbing need pulsing away in your stiff prick, because every time I talk to you it just intensifies that blue-balled desire to get my mouth back on your cock." She leaned in and gave him a long, lascivious kiss again, sending a dribble of precum gushing down his shaft, and smiled. "You see what I mean?"
She gave his dick another kiss, working her tongue back and forth against the little fold of skin just below his cockhead, but before the sensation could build beyond simmering pleasure she withdrew and continued her conversation. "Every time I speak to you from now on, Jerry, it's going to make you hard and horny. You're going to hear my voice and wish I could be slurping on your prick, and even when you know what I'm doing to you I don't think you'll be able to stop yourself from wanting to please me. Because I'm totally in control of your penis now, isn't that right?" Chrissie smirked, leaning in close enough for Jerry to feel her warm breath against his shaft, and waited for him to agree.
And he did. He didn't intend to, any more than he intended to wind up pinned to his seat in desperate ecstasy with his pants around his ankles and his gaze helplessly magnetized to the sight of Chrissie's teasing lips, but it was just so hard to think now and his brain felt hopelessly muddled and he couldn't help convincing himself that if he only agreed with the seductive brunette then maybe she'd let him cum. Jerry understood, intellectually, that all this was a trap and he was being lured into hypnotic surrender, but his intellect was being outvoted by his dick right now and it was listening to Chrissie. And she was saying, "Good boy. You're such a good boy for me."
She slurped and licked at him again, never taking him into her mouth but always lavishing such single-minded devotion onto the head of his prick that Jerry almost wanted to scream with the intensity of it, but Chrissie kept pulling back whenever he got close to climax and every time she did it was to growl out the kinkiest dirty talk he'd ever heard. "You are hypnotized, Jerry, don't get me wrong. But that's not why you're going to connect my voice with pleasure. You're going to tie those two together because you feel it, because every time you hear me speak you'll be thinking about the way your cock twitches and spasms and tries so hard to spurt all that hot, sticky jizz building up in your churning balls. But you'll also remember how helpless you were to get over the edge and cum. Don't you just want to obey me so you can cum, Jerry?"
He nodded again, the motion by now second nature, and the wicked little gleam in Chrissie's eyes made him hope that he'd finally be allowed to shoot his load. But it would be another full hour of teasing before she finally let him have his release… and by then, he was hopelessly devoted to pleasing his new Mistress.
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