7 comments/ 51247 views/ 8 favorites Just a Harmless Little Wager Ch. 01 By: Ahnnxah Julie and I have been friends for ages. We have known each other for far too many years. She is a lesbian. Never been interested in guys. Always noticed other girls first. But she is very pretty. Long blonde hair, big brown eyes, size A breasts, itty bitty little waist with no ass to speak of, pale skin, smallish lips and a face that should have been on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel it looks so angelic. Don't let that fool you though. Her fiery personality belies her delicate appearance. It's actually rather funny, I, however, am the complete opposite. I have long black hair, tan skin, green eyes that occasionally appear hazel or blue (depending on my mood and clothing), and I have a wonderful build that rivals that of many anime characters. I am also strictly dickly. I have absolutely no interest in my own gender in that way. Both of our biggest flaws, however, is our competitiveness. Julie and I had gone to the same school and had been relatively close. We never pushed our sexual preferences on one another. However, when we went to college we lost contact. That was until the other night. It was coworker's party. He was interested in me, and while I made it clear I didn't share his interest, he somehow never got the memo. However, this party sounded like it might be good, so I decided to come by. As it turns out, Mark (the coworker in question) has a sister. A lesbian sister. Her date to this shindig was none other than Julie. Well, of course we said hi and got to catching up. Turns out we live less than a mile away from each other. Then our topics started wandering. Eventually sex came up. (Who is not surprised?) She is apparently surprised that I am still straight. So, somehow, we end up making a little wager. OK, a not so little wager. If I can get her to willingly suck a dick, she will be my slave for eternity. But if she gets me to eat her or another girl out, I am her slave for eternity. No blackmail. No force. It has to be completely willing. It even counts if you are drunk. We have to meet at least once a week alone in one of our homes for a minimum of one hour. As long as the other one has proof, or you remember losing the bet, you have lost. And you have to be completely honest about remembering it. --------- *week 27 meeting* As the doorbell rings I finish setting up my living room. I head over to the door and greet Julie. She seems truly relaxed at coming over, a recent development, but that is to be expected. I intentionally set up my living room in such a way as to encourage trust, just as I have every week we have met here. I wind the clock to the measure of her breathing, just as I have all the other times. I've been using phrases like "trust me," "listen to me," and "believe me" almost constantly. And now, what I have been waiting for this whole time. This is the week I completely put her under for the first time. Up until now I have been getting her to relax and trust me. Softening her mind. Of course all of that was unnecessary. I could have easily put her under at that party. But where is the fun of that? Where is the challenge? That's why I do what I do. The anticipation, the web I deliberately weave around my poor victim is what turns me on. I can feel my pussy moisten at just the thought of her on her knees in a little Catholic school girl outfit begging me to allow her to suck a cock, begging me to let her have dicks in all of her holes, being used by men for pleasure and begging for more. As I finish winding the clock, I let go of the fantasy for a bit. I focus all of my attention on my prey. Julie is wearing a blue shirt and some very tight skinny jeans. She already seems a little dazed, distracted by the ticking of the clock and the incense. We sit and chat, getting through those inane pleasantries we are expected to do. Slowly I turn the conversation to how she is feeling. "Have you been getting enough sleep, Julie?" "Yes. Why do you ask?" "You look very tired." "I'm not." "Believe me, you look exhausted. Trust me, you should lay back and relax. Just listen to me and trust and I'll be able to help. I know some wonderful relaxation techniques." She looks confused, but decides to listen to me. "Just focus on the solid tick, tock of the clock. The steady beat, keeping pace with your heart. Smell the incense. Take a nice deep breath and hold it for three, two, one, and release. As you let that breath out feel all your tension draining out of you. Deep breath in...and out...more tension leaving your body...feeling more and more relaxed...feeling less and less worry...in ...and out...heavy eyes...your eyes are so very heavy...but you can't close them...keep them open. You need to keep them open...but so heavy...so very heavy...starting to drift closed....getting closer and closer but not quite closing...when I snap my finger your eyes are going to be far too heavy to keep open...and you will be so very relaxed...your conscious mind will focus only on the tick, tock, tick, tock of the clock...but your subconscious will remain open and receptive...eyes so heavy...body so relaxed...." I snap my fingers and her eyes close instantly. My pussy clenches at the way she fell so easily into my power. This is going to be fun. Just a Harmless Little Wager Ch. 02 "Julie, you are at the top of a staircase. It goes down father than you can see. You have this over whelming urge to go down those steps. Completely uncontrollable urge. These stairs go down deeper and deeper into your subconscious. You feel the need to go explore. To find out who you really are. You need to explore. You can't let this rare opportunity pass. Are you going down these steps?" "Yes." Her voice sounds completely monotone, flat with no emotion. "If you look to the side of your staircase, there are numbers. That is how deeply into your subconscious you are. They started at 100, and when it reaches zero you will be at the bottom of your stairs. What number are you at?" "64." "Good. Let me know when you get to zero." A few minutes later, "I'm at zero." "Good." Now I could get started on the good stuff. "You are feeling so incredibly horny. You are so wet. Being under my control is making you so very, very horny. You love this feeling. And as you realize you love it that makes you even wetter and hornier. But you can't move. You want to, you want to touch yourself and allow yourself to cum, but you can't. Your limbs are far too heavy to move." I get up and head over to my bookshelf. "And you can open your eyes." Her clear blue eyes open, the need shining in them. "Do you know what this is, my pet?" She can only mewl in assent. "You need this. But you need to ask me for it." "Please. I need release. Please, I have to have it. I need release. Please, please, please, I need to cum. Please!" I revel in the need in her eyes, her dependence on me. It makes me need release. "Take it, use it, but do NOT cum without my permission. Do you understand me, pet?" "Yes." Her hand reaches out to the dildo in my hand, and takes it. She slides it into her dripping cunt and moans in need. She begins furiously thrusting the toy in and out, but it is a small little thing. Either way she is just making it worse for herself. Driving herself higher and higher with no clue when she will get her release. Perhaps I will be nice. But first... "james!" I yell, my voice echoing loudly. Poor Julie. So completely lost in her own world of pleasure. The door opens as one of my little playthings come in. Knowing my expectations, he is already naked. he closes the door behind himself and crawls towards me on his hands and knees. When he reaches me and presents himself to me, with his hands folded behind his back and his ass on his heels, he spreads his knees as far as he can get them, revealing the cage locked between his thighs. I gently kick it, just enough to cause him to flinch. "How are you, my little tranceslut?" james was my first hypnotic conquest. Actually, he came to me because of his obsession with the idea of erotic hypnosis. Wanting to remove his need, he went to a hypnotist. But he just looked so sweet and adorable, this well-muscled man with big blue eyes and black hair just long enough to grab and use to control his head. And a cute face to boot? I couldn't resist. I put him under once, and he told me every single one of his kinks and fantasies. I mean, he just fit my needs so perfectly. So, I kept him. Increased his addiction to the trance and made it so he could only go under for me. The poor boy has never been happier. "i am good, my Mistress. How may this unworthy tanceslut please You?" "When was the last time I allowed you to cum?" "Two months, three weeks and six days, my Queen." Of course I make them keep up with that. I have several hypnotic little sluts, and I have other things to do than keep up with that. Each of them have different kinks, and different needs. For example, james here, despite his lovely eight and a half inch cock, loves chastity. However, geoffery hates it. That makes it a rather effective punishment for him, but I would not enforce it on him normally. (See? I take care of my little pets. I even do my best to keep them happy.) "Good boy." he flinches as his cock tries to rise, but can't because of its containment. (However, yet again, I know he enjoys this pain. he told me so. And that was before I started controlling him.) I slip my necklace off and find the key needed to free my little traceslut. I unlock his chastity device and set it to the side. "Julie, james, listen to me. Julie, you are going to continue playing with yourself and you will watch as james eats me out. And while you do that, james will be playing with this," I jiggle his cock with my foot, "and will not stop until he cums which will be after me. Once he does, Julie, you will dive down and clean up his mess and him while he pushes that dildo in and out of your soaking cunt. On top of that, Julie, you love the taste of his cum. You find it addictive. Then you will beg me to allow you to cum. And all of this makes both of you so extremely horny. Understand?" After an affirmative from both of them, we commenced just as I said we would. My little tranceslut dived into his position between my thighs and ate me better than he ever has before. Julie watched and drove herself crazy with pleasure. And once I came, james did. And then Julie followed my instructions so perfectly. I just know she is going to make a perfect little plaything for my boys.