Mr. Twist

Shake One's Head - to turn one's head from side to side as a way of answering "no" or of showing disagreement or refusal

Abjure - to reject solemnly

Balk - to refuse abruptly—used with at

Decline - to refuse especially courteously

Deny - to be unwilling to grant

Deselect - dismiss, reject

Disallow - to refuse to allow

Disapprove - to express disapproval; reject

Dismiss - to reject serious consideration of (something or someone)

Pass up - decline, reject

Refuse - to be unwilling to grant

Reject - to refuse to accept, consider, submit to, take for some purpose, or use

Repudiate - to refuse to accept

Spurn - to reject with disdain or contempt

Turn down - to decline to accept

Turn one's back on - reject, deny

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"It's perfect for your purpose," he said.

For a moment, she couldn't remember the purpose. She couldn't remember why she had invited him over to watch her dress up, why she was so intent on getting his opinion on what to wear or if a dress was too revealing. For a moment she had serious doubts what was going on, right up to the second when he got up, pushed her back, pinned her against the wall with one hand in her hair, the other pulling up her dress until she was revealing her ass.

"You want to be a good girl for me," he said.

"I- what?" She should've been furious. She should've pushed him away. Display anger. Or maybe fear. Instead his display of power, of strength seemed to slow her reaction, seemed to root her in place.

He pulled her head back by her hair, slowly, until she was exposing her throat. He kissed her throat, licked it, then manhandled her to the side to do the same with the side of her neck. All the while his bulge was pushing against her.

She had a hand on his wrist, another pressed against his chest, but any attempt to exert pressure or strength popped right out of her head. Any attempt to think clearly simply melted away, melted and leaked out of her pussy, dripping and dropping down her thighs.

"What is your purpose?" he asked in between kisses.

"To be-" she started to say, only to interrupt herself with a long, drawn out moan when his other hand moved from her ass to her pussy, thumb on her clit, rubbing slowly. "To be a hypnotoy. Fuck. Fuckkk."

"Good girl. So what is the correct question to ask right now?"

"Mhmm." She was grinding her hips against his hand. Trying to help her thoughts leak out. "Is this dress short enough for a good hypnotoy?"

He pulled back a little, smiling at her, looking her up and down as if already planning how to take her next once the dress was off. "Yes. Yes it is."

His name was Christoper Charming, and he was a therapist that had just moved to town. He was looking at setting up an office nearby, but was still looking for a more permanent home. He was happy to pay month to month, and when Aurora asked when he could move in, he smiled at her. When he passed the first month's rent check over, plus deposit, Aurora was thrilled.

He was a busy man, but always took a few minutes to chat with her when he was around. He helped with the household chores, and Aurora felt some of the stress fading every day. Still, she laid awake at night, unable to fall asleep, worries and anxiety keeping her awake into the early hours of the morning. Her insomnia was starting to affect her work. Her boss had yelled at her, upset by her reduced productivity. He had given her an ultimatum. Shape up, or lose her job. Chris came home that night and Aurora was sitting at the table crying.

Chris sat down with her, and gently took her hand rubbing his thumbs in relaxing circles as he spoke. Aurora couldn't hold it in anymore and all of her stress and anxiety came bubbling up, pouring out of her in a sobbing flood. He just sat and listened, his calm voice gently leading her through issue after problem after worry. It was well past dinnertime when she finished, but strangely, she felt better for having gotten it out. She was emotionally exhausted, but she felt... lighter. He offered to make dinner when her stomach let out a gentle, soft growl, and she smiled at him in thanks. He offered to whip up some simple tacos and as he was browning the meat, he spoke.

"Do you just was a sympathetic ear, or a solution plan?"

Aurora looked at him quizzically, drying her eyes with the tissue he had generously provided. He simply shrugged.

"I'm a therapist, and I'd like to think I'm a friend. I can help or just listen. It's up to you."

"W-what could y-you do to h-help?" Aurora asked, her breath shaking with the hiccups left behind after her sob session.

"It seems stress and insomnia are your major factors for the downturn in your quality of life. Some relaxation sessions should help with that. No charge, of course."

It was a life preserver that she hadn't known was available to her. She couldn't afford a regular therapist, and Aurora jumped at the chance. He smiled and handed her a plate of steaming food. After they ate, enjoying some companionable silence, he led her to the couch, bidding her to lay down.

He closed the blinds, lit a candle and turned off the lights. Aurora's eyes were drawn to the flickering flame, his voice, low, calm and soothing, faded into the background as she watched the light dance at the top of the candle.

She hadn't even realized she had fallen asleep, but when she woke in her own bed the next morning (still fully dressed) Aurora was shocked. She felt rested and clear-headed for the first time in... well... far longer than she could remember. She rushed downstairs and saw Chris frying some scrambled eggs. He greeted her with a smile and served her breakfast.

Aurora blushed, unused to someone looking out for her. When she asked what had happened he explained.

"It was a simple hypnosis technique. All I did was place a mild trigger. It'll need frequent reinforcement, since your anxiety is deeply embedded, but it basically clears your mind. You stop worrying about things. As in stop worrying about anything. Completely. Then it's a simple redirect to feeling the fatigue and desire to sleep. Without the anxiety and worries keeping you awake, falling asleep becomes easy."

It might have worried Aurora, but somehow she knew she shouldn't. It didn't worry her at all, in fact. Which also should have worried her. But... it didn't. She knew that it was just a light relaxation technique, and if it got rid of her stress and kept her from worrying... well, what did it matter? She couldn't worry about anything in her trance. Which also meant she couldn't worry about anything from her trances.

Aurora was so delighted, she asked if he could do it again that night. When he agreed, she had to fight to hold in her delighted squeal. When the evening finally came, he had her lay down again, watching the flame. She felt her mind begin to drift as it danced and flickered, his soothing voice helping her relax. She wanted to relax. Needed to be stress free. Worry free. Anxiety free.

When she was listening like this she felt so sleepy. The cushions were so soft. She almost felt as if her mind was asleep but her body was awake. It felt so free to just relax and drift. She was dimly aware of her lips moving, words escaping her as she spoke, but her sleeping mind couldn't worry. It was so blissful to just feel so sleepy.

Aurora woke the next day, brightly, happily greeting the day. She skipped happily downstairs, greeting Chris with a huge hug. He smiled back at her and squeezed back.

"Feeling better?"

"Oh my god, soooo much better!"

He smiled and asked if she wanted another session like that every night. Aurora enthusiastically agreed. That was the beginning. Over the next few weeks, her work and focus improved as the stresses seemed to fall away.

Aurora grew more comfortable around Chris. She didn't have so much anxiety anymore, and she didn't, couldn't, worry about what happened in trance. One Saturday morning, Aurora greeted him with her usual morning hug, and he whispered in her ear.

"Sleeping Beauty."

Aurora slumped into his arms with a blissful moan, listening as he spoke. His lips pecked her cheek, and Aurora smiled as she woke, twirling her shirt on a fingertip as he gazed at her bra-covered tits. Aurora wasn't worried. She couldn't worry about things in trance. She didn't mind him seeing her underwear. He was her Prince Charming, and she was his Sleeping Beauty.

Aurora woke one afternoon, blinking with surprise as she kissed him hello when she got back home from work. She gasped in delighted amazement as she remembered going through the entire day, her body moving and going through the workday on it's own. She felt so free!

Chris admitted he was curious to see if she could do it, spending the entire day in trance. Her eyes had been open, but her mind remained deeply asleep. She was even able to work and interact with others normally. Despite his worries, it had worked flawlessly. To celebrate, she cooked him dinner that night, and dashed to the couch afterwards, lighting the candle as he followed her. She smiled at him as she stripped down to her bra and panties, since she was so comfortable around him anyway she had woken from trance in her underwear before, and she didn't, couldn't, worry about it. She also didn't, couldn't, worry about the signals she was sending.

Aurora heard him whisper into her ear, and her body relaxed immediately, her mind emptying itself in an instant as she moaned in bliss. Aurora didn't, couldn't, worry as she felt the whisper of fabric leaving her body when she peeled herself out of her clothes. Aurora's sleeping mind obeyed as he spoke, and she knelt in front of him, empty and worry free. He spoke to her mind, filling her with happiness as she knelt naked before him, his soft voice keeping the stress and anxiety at bay.

Her sleeping mind heard his fingers snap, and thick, hard, delicious skin danced on her tongue as she kissed her way down his body. Her lips parted, and Aurora groaned as pure foggy pleasure assaulted her sleeping mind as she began to bob her head, his groans of pleasure inspiring her body to suck harder, move faster, slide deeper.

She swallowed the thick, creamy gift he gave her, not able to worry as he came inside her mouth. Aurora's closed, sleepy eyes never opened, her mind in a deep, obedient sleep as she continued to suck and lick until he hardened once more. Aurora lay back on the couch and panted with sleepy, foggy lust as he slid inside her wet, aching pussy. She screamed in bliss as he filled her womb, triggering a massive, sleepy orgasm, but it was still not enough to pull her mind into wakefulness.

From that point on, Aurora felt the pure, blessed pleasure of emptiness. Stress, worry and anxiety free, she floated through days, then weeks, then months without waking. She floated through her days, blissfully empty and stress free, laughing and joking with her friends. Working hard and coming home to her Prince Charming.

Aurora never worried anymore, even when her Prince's lusts took a darker turn in the bedroom. She didn't, couldn't, worry about it though. Every night, her Prince Charming dropped her mind deeper into blissfully empty sleep. Every night, Aurora came and came, deepening her fatigue, keeping her mind and worries at bay.

Aurora slept, her mind weakened and unresisting. He played with her body, training her anxiety free mind to move and obey. It was heaven for her. Then one day, he came up to her, slipping deep into her tight, wet pussy as he held her from behind, slowly fucking her as her mind slept. As his lust built, he spun her around, pushing her to her knees. Her glassy, sleepy eyes gazed up at her Prince Charming in wonder as he spoke to her. Aurora shivered as she tasted herself on his cock when it slid into her sleepy, welcoming mouth.

"I wonder if we can keep you asleep for years, Sleeping Beauty? Should we try it?"

Aurora moaned as she stroked her clit in time with her bobbing head.

"I like you this way. Docile, sleepy, obedient. I think we should try. Lets see if we can go two years without waking you. After all, Sleeping Beauty can only wake with True Love's kiss from her Prince Charming..."

Belle's father was a good man, always trying to keep her cared for and safe. He went to the Manor, hoping to meet with the occupant. Beside their chronic financial issues, Belle was adamant about staying away from the town Himbo. Gaston 'Stony' LeGume had an obsession with Belle, and despite her most adamant rejections, he was convinced he could 'thaw her frozen slit' with 'A few days worth of great dick.' It had long ago gone past discomfort and deep into stalking.

Her father returned from his fifth visit excited and smiling, which surprised Belle, as his first four trips had all ended with him returning home depressed. The occupant of the Manor hadn't even responded to his knocking and ringing.

It was only after her father left a letter and a picture of Belle behind on the fourth visit that he was allowed in. Her father had sat with the occupant, Mr. East, for hours, discussing terms of her employment in exchange for his protection.

The next day, Belle walked to the Manor. When she knocked, the door swung open to reveal an empty hallway. Wandering inside, Belle knocked and tried to open several doors, but found them to be locked.

Belle made her way through the mansion, eventually giving up as she looked for her new employer. She left her luggage by the door and began to search the house, room by room, finding that every shut door was locked. She checked them all, finding only that doors that were already open were accessible. She was relieved to find she could get to the kitchen, bathrooms, library, and a small bedroom that was lavishly decorated. The last open room she came to was huge, easily the size of her father's entire house.

The massive curved screen took up over fifty feet along one wall, and a single chair sat in the center of the room. The soft leather was formed and padded to the shape of a human, cradling everywhere evenly for extreme comfort. The headrest of the chair had speakers built in, and soft vents to cool the occupant. There was even a small refrigerator next to it.

Belle sat down, her feet tired from the long walk and exploring the mansion. The screen flickered to life, and Belle leaned back, relaxing into the chair. Soft motion in the leather began to gently knead at her back and legs, making Belle moan with relief.

The movie before her flickered to life, the soft sounds pumping into her ears as she relaxed. Gentle, silent fans blew cool air onto her neck as she watched. A small remote sat nearby, and Belle picked it up, turning to look at the screen. It asked if she wanted to log in as B. East. Belle selected new user, and entered her name.

With nothing else to do, Belle sat and chilled for hours, and slowly she realized that the walls were beginning to ripple like waves. The animals on the fun cartoon seemed to walk out of the screen and interact with her. The gentle rolling motions inside the chair seemed to turn into sensual hands that both quickened her breath and made her muscles weak.

She was thirsty, so Belle tried to get a drink from the fridge. There were half a dozen bottles inside. Or, she thought there were. It was hard to count them when they decided to wrestle each other in a big swirling pile. Behind the bottles, Belle could see a big jug that had a pair of tubes coming out of the sunflower yellow liquid inside. Belle turned and smiled, seeing a faint yellow fog misting out of the fans in the chair. It waved at her and Belle giggled, waving back.

She grabbed one of the bottles and drank deep, a bitter aftertaste lingering after she finished. Belle relaxed back into the chair, but her skin began to tingle after a few minutes. The tingling grew stronger and stronger as the massaging chair gently kneaded at her tired body. Belle moaned as she flushed with heat, feeling like she was dripping sweat. Standing, she stripped down to her underwear.

Then she realized how hungry she was. Completely forgetting the movie, Belle wandered into the hallway, weaving and swaying as she tried to navigate the hallway as it warped and swayed like a rope bridge in the wind.

Belle tried to make it to the kitchen, but somehow ended up in the library. She sat on the comfortable couch letting the cool leather give her heated skin some relief. Belle giggled, seeing a teapot sitting on a metal coil above the flames in the fireplace. Belle jumped when the candleholder on the table tapped her shoulder, snapping his fingers, candles? in front of her face. Belle laughed as he and the small clock on the mantelpiece began to sing and dance for her, the teapot and porcelain cup joining in for the chorus.

They poured her some tea, and Belle drank deep, but it didn't taste like tea. Belle asked what kind of sugar they had used, since the caramel brown cube wasn't dissolving. The teapot laughed and with a sly look, told her that it wasn't sugar. The clock smiled as she listened to the deep, echoing tick-tock tick-tock as he welcomed her to what they called the Master's Castle. They never called it the Manor.

Belle smiled at her new friends, listening to the talk as she felt deep relaxation sweep over her. Their voices softly droned into her ears as she sat there dazed. They told her drugged mind all sorts of wonderful things about Mr. B. East. How she loved serving him. How she missed him. How obeying him felt so good.

Belle woke the next morning, her body stiff, but pleasantly so. Her mind felt foggy, but she was wonderfully rested. She stumbled out of the library, not noticing any of the cleverly hidden speakers throughout the room.

And so, time passed for Belle. Every day, she ended up either in the library or the cinema room. Every night ended the same, the delicious tea keeping her docile and receptive. The yellow mist played with her mind, letting her sing and dance with her new friends. Always the chair kept her relaxed and feeling good. Always the voices from the chair's speakers, or her new friends, telling her how she loved being Mr. B. East's beauty. She loved obeying him, despite having never met him.

She spent her days in a thick, heavy fog, delighting in reading the books her friends suggested she read. There was Property: A Proper Woman's Place, and Obedience: A Feminine Guide to Happiness. Her favorite though, always seemed to leave Belle a dripping, aroused mess. Slavery: Finding Freedom on Your Knees. The movies she watched slowly changed from fun and lighthearted into something akin to how-to guides. How to properly beg for release. How to properly worship your owner with your mouth. How to cook, clean, even how to walk and dance to make the most of her feminine allure.

Her clothing slowly vanished, but she never noticed. She limited herself to the yellow lingerie in the drawers of the small bedroom she could access. Months passed and Belle felt a deep ache inside her growing every day. She missed him. Mr. East. She needed him. Craved him. She needed to have that bubbly happiness that she read about in all her beloved books. She needed to show him that she was a Good Girl for him. The need grew and grew, and Belle started to lose hope. He had never seen her. How could she be his Good Girl if they never met?

Her frustration grew, boiling over until one night Belle snapped. She grabbed the rose shaped lamp beside her bed, throwing it against the wall. She watched in horror as all of the beautiful glass petals shattered against the wall, leaving the metal stem looking barren and forlorn. Belle wept as her friends entered her room, comforting and consoling her as she poured her heart out to them.

Then, the teapot smiled, offering some motherly advice. She said that B. East was simply waiting for her to show him she was ready. The teapot smiled again and told Belle that she would help.

The next day Belle went through her daily routine, feeling a little better. The teapot was there through it all, helping Belle relax into her chair and enjoy the yellow mist. Showing her a new book, The Pleasure in Pain. Belle read voraciously, drinking cup after cup of the tea, despite the slowly dissolving caramel brown cubes fogging her mind and making the words difficult. When Belle returned to her bed, she saw it. The sign she could give Mr. B. East to show she was ready. The jeweled collar and heavy chain sat on her bed, praising her as she approached with trembling fingers.

They slid on, soothing the aching heat in her body as they caressed her skin. Belle knelt on the bed and waited. Finally, the door creaked open and Mr. B. East entered the room. He was huge, easily twice Belle's size. Thick hands and massive arms reached out, caressing her face as he praised her in s deep, growling voice. Belle swooned as she felt her lingerie grow damp.

"Good Girl." He praised.

"Mr b...b..." Belle stammered, her bliss fogged mind still reeling from his approval.

"Follow." He commanded, gently tugging the metal chain leash.

"Wh... where are we... g-going?" Belle managed to say.

"To unlock the doors, beautiful one. This is your home now. I'm very excited in particular to show you one very special part of my Castle." His smile showed his pleasure in her, and Belle gasped with joy. "I think you'll agree with me when I say that every Castle needs a dungeon."

Belle nodded. It made sense. Disobedience couldn't ever be tolerated from a Master's slave. There was also Pleasure and Release to be found in Pain. Her books that she so loved had told her so. Any slave, like Belle, should understand that instinctively.

"Come with me, Beauty. I have so many new friends for you downstairs."

Belle's heart nearly beat out of her chest as she meekly followed her Owner down the creaking stairs. Toys and implements lined the walls. A copy of her Cinema Chair sat in one corner, but the rest of the open space was neatly organized into station after station, all with different kinds of elaborate furniture that were all but unfamiliar to her.

He had her kneel before him, and Belle knew what to do. Her hands went to his zipper and Belle's mouth opened for him, worshipping her Owner as was her duty. His voice droned in her ears as he set a fog mister on a stand next to her head. Yellow mist fogged Belle's mind as she learned. He spoke to her and deep in her soul, Belle knew she was home.

It is too late. :)

But you can see that ⬆️

And then see this ⬇️

And put two and two together.

"You don't remember me, do you?" The voice in Junko's ears was soft, soothing, a voice that promised a warm comforting bed at the end of a wet, miserable day. He was absolutely right, she couldn't place it at all even though it caressed her mind with intimate familiarity, but she nonetheless found herself sagging backwards against its owner and sighing gently at the way his strong, broad chest easily handled her weight. Her eyelids drooped and fluttered, coaxed halfway into slumber almost before she knew it, and the other passengers faded into distant irrelevance as she slumped into his arms and devoted her full attention to his words and his caresses.

"That's right, pretty girl, of course you don't remember," he purred, his hands wrapping around Junko's body to grope her breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. "Your mind doesn't, at least. But your body knows me so very well, and it's already getting so sleepy for me just like good girls should." Junko gave another shuddery sigh, unable to fully contain the ecstasy she felt coursing through her body at his sensuous touch--she would have moaned openly, but already her head was getting foggy with sleep and it wobbled on her shoulders like an infant in those last few instants before a full belly translated into utter boneless exhaustion. Junko was wide awake just minutes ago, but the stranger's spell had her enraptured without even a hint of resistance.

"Just the feel of my hands on your tits is making you so drowsy now, such a sleepy girl that you can't possibly keep those heavy eyes open," she heard the man murmur, and Junko wondered loosely what the people around her might think of his increasingly lewd caresses. But she couldn't give the thought any real urgency, and it soon dissolved into sweet syrupy bliss as he groped and fondled her breasts until her nipples stiffened into firm, tingling buds. Junko hadn't bothered with a bra this morning, and that decision suddenly took on a new significance for her under his touch. Her body knew this stranger very well indeed, and it was already reminding her of exactly what she needed to forget.

He rugged her shirt up, exposing her lush, heavy breasts, and Junko couldn't help grunting with urgent lust at the thought of being displayed so openly for anyone who might care to look. The other men on the train wouldn't say anything, not when they could enjoy a free show from a sexy young college student, and while the women on the train might judge her as some kind of dumb horny slut they'd all be too mortified to do anything more than turn and look away. Or maybe the stranger had already hypnotized them, spending every morning commute turning the female passengers into his puppets so that he could grope Junko without any meaningful opposition.

Her head lolled backwards, coming to rest on his shoulder, and the last thing Junko heard before her mind slipped fully into oblivion was the stranger purring, "Good girl," one more time in her ears. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, whether he would brainwash her further or play with her limp and unresisting body until she came or simply fuck her right there on the train, but it didn't matter. Whatever happened, she would forget, and she would come back to this same spot tomorrow with her unconscious mind secretly waiting for her next chance to drop into helpless trance.

At this point, about four years ago during this session, they are having so much fun that they are in denial that their fingers can actually drop them.

The giggles, and then the gawk.

I love seeing what’s left of my mind be sucked out. I was in front of my computer for two hours last night. Such a blur. I love getting DUMBER!!!!!!

Thank you, Master, @kyle-is-kinky

It's a naked Kida, everyone!!!! Bask and enjoy!

And don't forget...

This is also her... weeks ago in a video from Stay Trancey.