Here for Hypno

"Now, what did you do wrong, sweetie?" Steph could barely even parse the sounds her Master was making into intelligible language; her mind was fully and completely focused on each and every tingling smack of his bare palm against her exposed cunt, and the heady mix of endorphins and trance and direct, overwhelming stimulation of her swollen clit was enough to melt her goddamn brain to mush. It took her almost thirty whole seconds before she realized he was even talking to her, and another thirty to figure out how to coax a response out of a consciousness that had gone almost completely non-verbal, and in that minute her Master delivered close to sixty hard, stinging swats directly to Steph's slick, sensitive labia. It was very nearly too much.

That was probably why the closest she came to an answer was a mewling, desperate wail of, "I don't know!", delivered through a haze of tears that had nothing to do with actual emotional distress and everything to do with the sheer overstimulation she was experiencing. Steph was being spanked so much and so hard that her brain was shutting down, and if there was a reason for her punishment she couldn't remember it because she was beginning to forget that she ever even had an existence before the hard, stinging smacks began to land against her pussy lips. If Master told her she'd never been anything but his spank toy, Steph would absolutely have believed him.

She kind of thought he might spank her harder for her failure to answer correctly, but instead his voice was warm and soothing and filled with pride. "That's very good, good girl," he purred, spanking her harder anyway but not out of any impulse to punish. "You don't know because you didn't do anything wrong, because you're not being punished at all. You're just getting a spanking because I like to spank that pretty pussy of yours, because I love it when my palm connects with your cunt and comes away all wet because getting spanked like this makes you cum like the little bitch you are. And doesn't it feel good to know that?" Steph's head swam with the stunned, mazy realization that she'd actually been lost in orgasm for almost two solid minutes now and she was too overwhelmed to even notice.

That pretty much put paid to her ability to form words, and her response was a kind of ululating cry of pleasure and pain and desperate gratitude all at once, but Master was used to dealing with her when she was all fucked up like this and he knew exactly what that whimpering wail actually meant. "That's right, pretty pet," he cooed, his repeated swats somehow magically transmuted into loving caresses by the sheer force of his praise. "You're such a good girl, such a good little slut to show me how well you endure like this, and you're making me so proud right now. You're doing so well right now. You still remember how to safeword if it gets too much, don't you?" Steph didn't, at least not consciously, but her deep self was very well trained and it quickly flashed through the hand gestures they used to check in with each other.

"Good girl," Master said, giving her another series of swats as punctuation. He spanked her until he couldn't take it anymore, and when his self-control finally abandoned him he fucked her red and swollen cunt until she squealed. Then he gathered her up in his arms for aftercare, and although it took Steph ages to remember she was a human being again she came back with a sobbing gratitude to her Master for taking her places she could never get to on her own. And he, for his part, showed her just how much he loved her for her submission.

Leslie didn't think she looked especially horny on the second day of her vacation. She thought she was just standing there staring at the coffee maker, her mind on nothing in particular beyond how gorgeous the view was in their rented cottage, and any kind of desires or intentions past that first cup of blessed caffeination were simply buried too deep in the fog of groggy, muzzy drowsiness to be felt. But then Shana walked in and said, "God, you look like such a needy little slut this morning," and suddenly Leslie felt a pleasant ache between her thighs as her whole brain reoriented itself around her friend and sometimes fuckbuddy's words.

Because that was the thing about vacationing with four other women, all of whom Leslie had at least a casual sexual relationship and most of whom she'd been hypnotized by before. It was pretty much understood from the moment they started planning this trip that Leslie would spend the whole week being passed around like a party favor anytime one of the others wanted sex, and the nice thing about vacationing in a rented cottage almost a half mile from the nearest neighbor was that seclusion made them all incredibly fucking horny. Leslie had spent most of that first evening with her legs spread and her mind blank and the way Shana pushed her up against the kitchen island told her that was going to be a regular thing.

"I mean, just look at you," Shana growled, shoving her hand down the front of Leslie's daisy dukes with a forceful urgency that the whimpering submissive immediately responded to. "You haven't even been up twenty minutes and you're already soaking fucking wet, and did you even put on a bra this morning?" A quick tug on the hem of Leslie's shirt confirmed that in fact she had not. "God, no wonder it's so easy to hypnotize you and melt that empty little head and turn you into a weak and horny fuckdoll. You've got almost no mind to lose in the first place." That kind of casual degradation wouldn't play well coming from just about anyone else, but Leslie's friends all knew her and knew what she liked and had spent so much time together that there were no rough edges to their relationships. Shana had a very good idea of just how slick and subby this was making Leslie.

Sure enough, within moments she was leaning back against the kitchen island with her eyes stuck shut and her head lolling on her shoulders and her hips rolling in mindless, humping ecstasy against Shana's thrusting fingers. "We probably shouldn't bother with coffee," Shana purred, in between long suckling kisses on Leslie's bared breasts. "You're not going to be awake very much today, honey, just like you're not going to have these clothes on much longer, and coffee wouldn't help you clear out those cobwebs when they're not from sleep in the first place. You're just going to go so deep for me, darling, so deep and dumb and drowsy, and when you cum you're going to empty out that pretty mind and follow me into the living room so I can fuck you silly."

Shana accompanied the words with one thrust after another, her intruding digits easily finding everywhere Leslie loved to be touched, and it said a lot about how easily Leslie submitted to her friends that she genuinely did stop caring about her morning cup. Her thoughts disappeared into orgasmic bliss, pleasure fully overtaking her and subsuming her will into deep trance, and she felt the biggest, brightest surge of happiness knowing that she had a whole week of this to look forward to.

Kelly's phone was ringing, and even though her enfeebled brain wasn't capable of much thought anymore she still recognized the name on the caller ID and it slowly, sluggishly occurred to her that there were too many cocks to please for her to handle it all by herself. So she managed to take her hand off of one of the many shafts surrounding her long enough to answer, and she managed to pull the dick out of her mouth long enough to mumble, "Mhmmm?" Then she put the call on speakers and got back to doing her new favorite thing in all the world.

Sandy must have heard the soft slurping sounds of the latest prick going in and out of Kelly's wet, hungry mouth because the first thing she said was, "Kelly? Kel, are you… Kel? Hello?" Kelly couldn't give much of an answer, not with fingers tangling in her hair and pushing her head down until her lips were tickling a pair of testicles, but she let out a muffled grunt by way of acknowledgment. Not that she felt like much of a conversationalist right now anyway--her brain was so preoccupied with the thought of dick that if she could talk all she would have told her best friend was how good it felt to suck herself stupid and sink into a dumb horny cocktrance. It was honestly even better than sex.

But she didn't have to say anything for Sandy to get the picture, not with the pulsing bass of the club's infectious house mix flowing through the speakers and into Sandy's ears. She heard her friend say, "What's that sound?", first in irritated confusion and then in vacant, absent-minded fascination, and even though she'd had a cock down her throat so long her vision was beginning to gray out around the edges Kelly couldn't help but smile. She remembered what it was like when the beat got into her head, an hour or so ago when she came in for her shift and found nothing but naked men staring at her in hungry anticipation, and she knew just how good Sandy was beginning to feel. It wouldn't be long before she was just as hungry for dick as Kelly was.

Thankfully the man came down her throat and pushed her off, because Kelly had kind of forgotten she even needed to breathe, and Kelly even managed to mumble out, "F-fuck, Sandy, it feels so…." before another cock presented itself and Kelly guzzled it down without even a first thought let alone a second. She knew Sandy lived nearby, she knew they had each other's Find My Phone turned on just in case a date went bad, and it wasn't going to take the other woman very long before she joined Kelly at the club and on her knees. They could please twice as many dicks this way, get twice as many men to spurt and spatter their jizz all over. Kelly felt a warm gush of semen splash across her cheek from one of the pricks she was stroking, and it felt like pleasure and approval and happiness all at the same time.

She only vaguely noticed the call disconnecting, only saw her friend enter the building out of the very corner of her eye. But she definitely felt it when Sandy knelt down next to her, their naked bodies brushing against each other as her friend got down to the serious business of pleasuring cock, and she definitely heard the sound of slurping that formed such a pleasant accompaniment to her own blowjobs. It wasn't nearly as prominent as all those dicks jutting out at her, or the music that kept insinuating its way into her mind and breaking up her thoughts, but to the extent that Kelly was still capable of working her sluggish brain she felt herself deciding she'd done a very good thing by answering that call. And maybe for tomorrow night, she'd bring a few more friends into the mix.

Kim's coworkers didn't know a lot about what she got up to in her personal life, and she liked it that way. She suspected a lot of them were fairly prudish, or at the very least too vanilla to accept a kinky pansexual who was always good, giving and game for just about any perverted thing her partners came up with, so she didn't tell them about her various fetishes or all the things she did once she left the office and got the chance to indulge in them. Kim loved sex, she loved men and women and everyone else on the gender spectrum, and she wasn't easily shocked… which was why it meant so much that when she saw two big-titted women with their chests bared marching down the ranks of cubicles in her direction, Kim's first instinct was to run.

Because she knew these two women, that was the thing. Mitzi worked in Human Resources, Kim took smoke breaks with her and they commiserated over the mess their daily commute had become thanks to the construction project on I-35, and Cua always got to work fifteen minutes early and spent the time reading trashy romance novels while she ate breakfast. Neither of them was especially pleasant or unpleasant to talk to, they were both a part of the office landscape as much as the broken microwave on the fifth floor or the vending machine that sometimes dispensed an extra pack of gum. And both of them had been no larger than C-cups when they came in to work this morning, and both of them had smiled and waved at Kim instead of gazing in her direction with blank, ominous stares before swiveling to walk straight at her with swift and terrible purpose.

So Kim ran. It was the only thing she could think of to do, and even though she felt stupid for simply darting off without a plan the sounds of a scuffle behind her and a series of weird, ululating moans told her she'd done the right thing. She wished she'd grabbed her purse while she was doing the right thing, because it contained her car keys and she didn't know how far she was going to get without those, but panic had its own priorities and Kim thought she might be able to double back once then wave of chaos had spread past her department. Always assuming she could find a place to hide. Always assuming they didn't simply chase her down and….

And what? That was the question that preoccupied Kim's frantic mind as she darted down two flights of stairs, backpedaled around corners and fled past break rooms that were suddenly the scene of bizarre, unimaginable conflicts. It seemed impossible, even absurd, but every woman doing the pursuing had the most massive tits Kim had ever seen and every woman who got caught was being groped and fondled until their breasts swelled up like water balloons. And once they surrendered to all those caresses, their eyes went blank and their faces lost all expression and they joined the hunt. Kim didn't know if it had spread beyond the building, if everyone was experiencing this mass chaos--her phone was back in her purse with her keys. She just had to find a place to hide until it blew over.

She failed, of course. Mitzi and Cua eventually caught up with her in a second-floor conference room, easily overcoming Kim's impromptu barricade, and pushed her backwards onto the table. They yanked open her blouse, sending buttons scattering everywhere, and then they massaged Kim's chest until the sheer pleasure of all those new nerve endings overwhelmed her brain and sent her spiraling into ecstasy. And once Kim lost herself in orgasm, cumming just from the feel of those hands on her massive tits, she found herself wanting to share the experience with as many women as possible.

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don't even try to think, dumb cunt

“So, Kara! I hear you’ve been hypnotizing my girlfriend, again.”

Melanie said, plopping down on the couch next to her roommate.

“Amber? No, of course not!” Kara said, shooting Mel a look. “I mean, apart from her daily confidence sessions. You know that!”

“Amber told me that you were slipping some hidden triggers into her sessions, something about making her jill off to the thought of your tits in the shower?”

Kara scoffed and put her hands defensively over her generous bosom

“Hey! If your girl is getting hot thinking about me, trust me, that wasn’t hypnosis!”

“Alright, Missy, you asked for it!” Mel said, shifting her weight on her knees and leaning in close to Kara, her proximity pressing the curvy woman to lean back on the couch.

“Look into my eyes and say that…” She said, opening up her green eyes wide. “Just look into my eyes and say you weren’t hypnotizing my girlfriend…Look into my eyes…”

A nervous smile formed on Kara’s face. She knew what Mel was up to, and she knew Mel would take advantage of her stunning, green eyes.

“I…I wasn’t hypnotizing your girlfriend…honesssst…” Kara said. It was true, but agreeing still felt so submissive right now.

“And you won’t hypnotize my girlfriend, will you?” Mel continued.

“I…won’t hypnotize your girlfriend…” Kara said, letting her head float along with Mel’s wonderful eyes. Before her roommate could say another word, Kara let her hand float up to Mel’s face, wiggling her fingers in front of her.

“I’ll just hypnotize you instead…” Kara said, clawing her way out of her half trance. “Just keep those pretty eyes on my fingers…my dancy, floaty fingers….making you just drift along…watching my fingers…”

Mel’s eyes slightly crossed as she focused on Kara’s hand, her gaze now guided by the smooth rhythmic motion. The twitch in her eyebrows told Kara she was trying to resist, but her parting mouth betrayed her surrender.

“Good…let my fingers brush away all that jealousy…all that anger…you’re not angry at me…you like me…you think I’m sexy…right?”

“Yes…” Mel slurred as she followed the hand. “I think you’re sexy…”

“And you’d love the idea of me hypnotizing your girlfriend…you think it’s so sexy…”

“Yes…so sexy…” Mel’s green eyes dilated, obviously accepting Kara’s suggestion.

“Good…” Kara purred. “When she comes over, you will act like nothing is wrong…You will put her in a light trance and then bring her to my room…you will help….her…uh…”

Kara trailed off as Mel gently lifted her arm, holding a dangling pocket watch on a chain. The pendulous motion pulled Kara’s focus and she soon let her hand fall limply into her lap.

“Nice try, sweetie,” Mel said, shaking the sleep from her eyes. “But I thought you might try a fast one on me. But you remember this pocket watch, yes?”

“…yes…” Kara mumbled.

“The one I made you buy for me, right?”

“…yes…”

“And why did you buy it for me?” asked Mel.

“Because…” Kara struggled not to say the answer, but felt each gentle swing of the shiny watch pulling it out of her. “Because you’re a stronger hypnotist than me…”

She knew that wasn’t true. The two of them had been practicing kinky hypnosis together for ages. It was why they moved in as roommates. But that’s what Mel made sure Kara thought of whenever she saw the ornate silver pocket watch.

Mel is the stronger hypnotist.

She might as well have had it engraved.

“Yes Kara…” Mel gloated. “I’m the stronger hypnotist…you can’t resist me and my pocket watch…you want me to be in charge…”

“Yes, Mel…You’re in charge…” Kara said, sleepily.

 “Great! Well that’s settled. Now let’s find out what my girlfriend has been obsessing over.”

Mel pulled down the stretchy fabric of Kara’s neckline, letting her luscious brown tits hang out. She giggles and gave them a squeeze.

“Oh! My goodness! Maybe I should have you hypnotize me girlfriend with these…That would be…so…sexy…”

Kara let her torso sway with the rhythm of the watch, sending her tits swinging side to side. Mel gazed at the two perky nipples following along with the watch, like two big eyes hypnotized by the sway…hypnotized by the sway…

Mel began to drift back and forth, her eyes fixated on Kara’s swinging breasts. This made her arm swing back and forth, guiding the pocket watch that Kara couldn’t stop watching, which made her breasts sway.

The two of them sat quietly on the couch, stuck in an endless cycle of hypnosis, until the back door opened and Amber sauntered in.

Neither of the mesmerized women paid her any attention.

“So? Who won the duel, hmm?” Amber said, spinning her blonde hair around her finger. “It’s really funny, y’know? I was just thinking how fun it could be to try topping for once, but nobody would ever fall for subby old Amber, the ditzy blonde who’d couldn’t resist splash trancing to Saturday morning cartoons…”

Keeping her eyes focused on the wall, Amber reached out and grabbed the pocket watch from Mel, taking over the duty of letting it swing in her fingers.

“…but maybe, if I started a little drama and got you two to turn on each other, well, maybe the two big bad hypnodommes would tire each other out and do all the hard for work for your silly, bimbo girlfriend.”

Amber groped for Kara’s top, covering up her breasts before the spectacular rack pulled her under. Kara and Mel were both staring mindlessly at the pocket watch. They knew the pocket watch belonged to the stronger hypnotist.

“Now, ladies…How about you take turns eating me out, and then you two can teach me all your most powerful hypnotic secrets and then forget all about it. That way I can take control of both of you when you least expect it. You’d love that, right ladies?”