The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Save as: Fantasy9.mp3

I copy the new file to my iPod, smiling. Already 9. I almost don’t remember when i received the number 1, the one where my Master taught me how to hypnotize my husband Paul. Since the first time my sexual satisfaction has increased a lot. The first hypno-recording was a nice script spoken with a deep voice. It opened my mind about the possibility of hypnotizing my husband. My mind wondered about it while going into the sitting room to meet him.

He is reading a book. He always reads a lot of books. He lifts his gaze watching me quizzically. Then he sees the iPod and with a smile i hand it to him.

“i want you to listen this.” I say sitting next to him while fitting a headset on his ears.

I select the file “Fantasy9” and press play. Then the magic starts.

He seems to be trying to ask me what this is, but his eyes blink once, twice, there is a moment of confusion and eventually they shut, while his body relaxes more and more each second, each word he listens to.

I take the book from his weak hands, then i kiss him softly on his lips and move into the bedroom.

I have time to prepare myself. I open the drawer, i take the box and leave it on the dresser. I would like to open it and play with the toys inside, but the file is running and i have only few minutes more to prepare myself.

I go to my beside table and i start to doll myself up. Makeup, shoes and i’m ready.

I move close to him and a wide smile light my face. He is completely numb and deeply asleep, except for the big pulsing bulge moving almost rhythmically under his trousers. Hypnotized and aroused. I feel my nipples harden and my lower stomach sends jolt of pleasure to my pussy.

i kiss him squeezing his hardness. A soft moan comes from his mouth, then he returns mumbling his mantra. My mantra.

I check on the iPod, 1 minute left. I must go.

I keep the keys and i leave my apartment. I’m too aroused, i need a moment of distraction. I stop in the downstairs cafeteria and i order a tea before sitting down at the corner table.

Two men standing at the bar have noticed me. The clicking of my shoes has stopped their speeches and, even if i don’t see them while I’m waking away, i feel their eyes on me. Sitting at the table i cross my legs. The darker rim of the stockings is just visible and the wave produced by the garter belt leave no much at fantasy about my undies. I’m not sure what this sentence is supposed to say

One of them must have a fetish for high heeled shoes, because seems hypnotized my my white stiletto, following the slow movement of my leg. A bit nervously i check my watch. He must be awake now, waiting for me. The waitress arrives with my tea, and, with a bit of delusion i pay. For a moment i thought that the two guy would have offered it Maybe it is better this way. I have to run back home in a very short time.

I check my makeup and redo my lipstick. The unequivocal smile of the men lets me think i’m perfect. I adore this sensation. A bit of perfume on the neck. I want to leave something for them to remember me. I adjust the strap of my left shoe. This is something i often do, but the purpose is to show up my cleavage. I hear a a soft “wow” and this make me think that my goal has been reached.

I grab my coat and bag and follow my own steps on the way out. I stop at the cash machine and quickly withdaw two hundred dollars, which goes in the bag. I look around suspiciously and I start walking to my house.

I’m in front of my door. I swallow taking a deep breath, I insert the keys and the door almost open by itself. He is right there looking me over from head to toe. Dark stare.

I try to smile, but he pulls me by my wrist tugging me inside. I panic.

“Where have you been,bitch?” he asks without releasing my wrist.

“I was with Sandra and Amber for a...”

“Sandra and Amber, those two whore friends of yours? Of course. Have you three sluts had a good workday, out there? How many cocks you have satisfied today, bitch?”

“Please Paul, you’re hurting me.” I beg trying to get free from his hold. He apparently accepts my request, but only because he wants to remove my coat.

“Where is your mobile, show it to me.” he rummages in my bag. but his search stops when he finds the money.

“This is the value of your cunt, bitch? Two fucking hundred dollars?” he screams out weaving the banknotes in front of my face.

“Look at you! This skirt just covers your ass... and this garter belt? Where are your panties?” Slap!

The first slap always burns the most. and i scream out a “Hey!”

“You’re in deep trouble Alice, Deep, deep trouble.” he adds with his index finger pointed on my face.

My heart is racing, “I’m in deep trouble” I repeat to myself “I’m going to be punished and this is what i deserve.” A second slap shakes me and burns on my left buttock.

He drags me to the bedroom my by forearm. i watch my feet, my shoes, I know that in these cases, when he tells me i’m in trouble, it is better to not meet his eyes.

Sometimes, anyway, it is not enough. When he is that angry, there is no way to have myself forgiven until the punishment is over.

“So, nothing to say, slut? Where are your panties?” he asks me just a moment before a new slap.

“Ahaa! I don’t know Sir, i forgot to wear them.” I apologize.

“What else did you forget, slut? Let me see” he stops my whining, indicating my shirt.

I unbutton the shirt but he hurries me up with another series of slaps. my buttocks burn a lot now and he is just doing it through the fabric of the miniskirt.

I comply, fortunately I m wearing a bra and maybe he will calm down a little.

“A whore like you shouldn’t wear a bra, take it off I want to see those bitchy tits of yours!”

“yes... aaah! yes Sir”

“You know you deserve to be punished, don’t you? Say it!” he continue fondling my naked breasts and pinching my nipple hard.

“ahaaa... yes Sir I deserve a punish.... hahhhh a punishment.”

“don’t dare try to stop my hands, bitch” <SLAP!> “if you cannot stay still, you know what to.“

“I’m sorry Sir. please tie this slut up. I’m sorry.” i beg, bringing from the box the red ropes. He remains for a few long seconds watching me with my hands holding up the ropes, my head down, just watching him submissively. A soon as he takes the ropes from my hands i turn around with my hands behind my back. I feel my wrists constricted together, then my elbows, the ropes tighten and my arms move closer to touch each other. Now he moves again on my breasts taking advantage of my exposed position. As soon as he found nipples already hard, another slap sounds loudly, followed by my involuntary complaining scream.

“You horny bitch! I bet you’re dripping wet, isn’t it bitch?” <SLAP!>

“I’m sorry Sir! I’m a slut i can’t help myself... I’m sorry.” i mumble

“Aloud, slut!” <SLAP!>

“I’m a bitch, i’m a horny bitch, sorry Sir...”

“Turn around now. and prepare to thank me.” he says, pinching both of my nipples.

“Tha.....ohoooooo thank you Ssssssirrr. Ooooohhh thank you.... thank you Sir.” i stammer while, without hesitation, he apples the two clips to my sensitive nipples. after a first burst of pain a deep erotic sensation is spreading from my breasts. From my nipples now is hanging a heavy cold chain that connects the breasts. now each movement i make causes the chain to swing, pulling my nipples back and forth.

“bend over here, slut!” he now commands me. i bend over the armrest of the chair.

<SLAP!> “Open your legs, obey” he shout. The word obey makes me moan. I feel scared by my need for submission. He is tying my ankles to the legs of the armchair. He lifts my skirt and fondles my pussy. I feel so ashamed. i’m so wet that his fingers slide inside me without resistance.

<SLAP!>

<SLAP!>

<SLAP!>

“ now i will fuch you like a whore from behind and you will thank me for more” <SLAP>

“ahaaa! More, Sir”

<SLAP!> “Take my cock now and beg for more.” <SLAP!>

His cock is penetrating me in and out and every slap i ask for more, moaning. After maybe 20 slaps my ass is really hurting. i’m about to stop him using the trigger word and put him into trance, but my mouth seems only able to repeat “more... more...” I collect all my strength to stop him, but when I eventually open my mouth i find no words, just a big long moan as another huge orgasm spreads over all my body and everything become pleasure and ecstasy. After few seconds i feel the contractions of his cock inside me. He is cumming inside me and slowly he become sleepy and vacant.

“Sleep for me, Paul, Sleep for your Mistress” i whisper, and he becomes numb over me.

In few seconds his cock deflates and his cum starts dripping along my legs.

“Stand up Paul, open your eyes and go 100 hundred times deeper.” I say using all the force i still have.

My arms are tingling and almost all my body now is hurting for the long staying in a uncomfortable position.

At my command, he frees me and starts cleaning and returning all the toys to the box.

I go to shower. i feel so tired. Ass really hurts. i put on it some creams massaging very gently. my buttocks are red, i will have problem sitting tomorrow and every time i will feel pain i will also feel aroused.

- Hello Master.—

- Hi slave, how was it?—

- I want to thank you Master for sending me other fantasies to live. I wait for the number 10 with excitement. -

- good girl.—