The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Leon and his wife, Ashley, were walking to his work. She liked walking him there, and he liked walking with her. It always made him start his day with a smile.

It went downhill from there. There was some trouble at work. The board has just elected a new CEO who had a plan to increase the company’s output with “negative and positive reinforcement”. Leon was on the lower end of the productivity bell curve, so at lunchtime his boss told him he was getting a pay cut, not as another cost-cutting measure but as an incentive to work harder.

Somewhat paradoxically, he got the rest of the day off.

“Ashley, I’m home,” he called, but there was no response. Ah well, she must have gone out with some friends. Her shoes were still on the floor, but that meant nothing. She must have had 50 different pairs in the closet.

He needed to change out of his suit and into something more comfortable, then watch some TV. After what happened, he deserved it. When he walked upstairs, the bedroom door was closed. That was weird, they usually left it open. He walked inside.

His wife was on the computer, topless, and although he couldn’t see what was on the screen was facing away from him he could clearly see she was playing with her nipples. She seemed to be moaning in ecstasy, her earbuds in and her eyes closed

She never let him play with her boobs! Well, she used to, but a couple months ago she’d stopped. Which was a shame, because they were really quite nice. Leon walked around so he could see was was on the screen. What was going on? Was she cheating on him?

On the screen was a similarly topless, blonde woman with tits bigger than her head. She was murmuring something, but he couldn’t hear it. When he came a little closer to ask his wife what the hell was going on, the woman on the screen reacted and said something that he couldn’t hear. His wife unplugged her headphones with one hand, still using the other to massage her breasts. The woman spoke, addressing him this time.

“Oh, hello. You’re probably Leon, right?”

She began to move side to side, making her obscenely large boobs swing in large, bouncing arcs. “Yeah. And who the fuck are you?” He shook his wife’s shoulder, but she didn’t even seem to notice.

“Don’t bother with that honey, you won’t wake her up by doing that. I’ll explain everything in just a moment, if you could just answer one question of mine.”

She kept moving side to side, faster now. He and Ashley hadn’t had sex in a while, and he had a lot of pent-up sexual desire, so he was pretty glad that he invested in a large hi-res monitor. He sighed. “What’s the question?”

“Do you like looking at my boobs?”

Well that wasn’t what he was expecting. “Uh, yeah I guess. Now, what’s going on here?”

“Hehe, I’ll answer your questions soon, but for now just look at your boobs. You said yourself that you like to.”

He wasn’t letting this bitch off that easily, he wanted an explanation and he wanted it now. He could hear Ashley moaning away, sitting in the computer chair next to him, but he could see her anytime. This girl on the other end of some video call had tits he could stare at all day, and she was putting on a show. After the day Leon had had, staring a bit wouldn’t kill him. He kept looking at her boobs, swinging back and forth, and said “No, I’m serious. What’s going on?”

She squeezed her boobs and let them fall, making Leon’s dick rise a little more. She started swinging them again, and said “Don’t be so impatient, silly. I’ll tell you real soon. Just look at my tits, they’re so nice, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they are.”

“They really catch your eye, don’t they?”

Where was she going with this? Well, he wasn’t exactly having a bad time, and there wasn’t any harm in playing along. “Yeah, they do.”

“Your eyes just follow them, back and forth, don’t they? Just a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will suffice.”

“Yes.”

“You really like watching them go back and forth, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“They’re extremely nice breasts, aren’t they? Don’t I just have the most amazing rack?”

“Yes.” And she did. They were accentuated by her small frame, and despite their size they still looked real.

“Have you noticed that when there’s a girl with a nice pair, it can be difficult to take your eyes off them?”

“Yes.” That had gotten him in trouble more than once.

“And I have an absolutely amazing pair, don’t I?”

“Yes.” He wished he could see her face to see if she were smiling, but it wasn’t every day he got a sight like this, and he wasn’t about to look away. He could hear Ashley moaning next to him, but while her boobs were nice. This mystery girl on the internet had his full attention.

“Since it’s hard to look away from boobs that are just okay, even when they’re covered in a shirt, it makes sense that my amazing bare boobs must be absolutely impossible to look away from, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“And as you’re standing there, watching my boobs swing back and forth, I’d like you to try and look away from my boobs, and you’ll notice that even if you do for a second, your eyes will be drawn right back to them instantly.“

His eyes were zeroed in on her nipples (which were quite hard now even though they weren’t before) and he tried to look away but, well, his eyes just weren’t responding. What could he say, he’s a man and he likes looking at girls with to-die-for tits. “I can’t look away.”

“What’s that like?”

“It’s like my eyes don’t look away even though I tell them to.”

“Your eyes love looking at my beautiful boobs, right?”

“Yes.”

“Your eyes never want to stop, do they?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why they won’t look away, because they know my boobs are too beautiful to look away from. You understand that now, right?”

“Yes.”

“The rest of your body knows that too. If you try to walk away, your legs won’t do it because they want to be here.”

He couldn’t even lift a foot. “Yes.”

“Your whole body loves my boobs, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Your whole body never wants to stop looking at my boobs, right?”

“Yes.”

“It makes you so horny, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“What do you do when you’re horny?”

“Jerk off.”

“Yes, and now I want you to jerk off.”

He reached towards his belt buckle, but hesitated.

“If you don’t start masturbating,” she said, “I’m going to stop showing you my boobs. Do you want to keep looking at them?”

“Yes”

“Then start jerking off.”

He unbuckled his belt, and let his pants drop to the floor. He let his boxers fall next, and stepped out of them. His dick sprung up. He never once took his eyes off her glorious boobs. He began stroking. He had been doing this a lot in the last couple months. What he usually watched when he masturbated was usually more than just a beautiful woman swinging her beautiful breasts, but this was all he needed.

“Now, I don’t want you to come just yet. Wait until I say.”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to keep asking you questions while you’re playing with yourself. I’ve made you extremely horny with my amazing boobs, haven’t I?”

“Yes.”

“If I covered up my boobs or went away, you’d want to see them again, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re getting so horny now, hornier than you’ve ever been, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” He was ready to come now, but it wasn’t happening. He had to wait for her to tell him to.

“And if I covered up my boobs or went away, are you aware that your body would do anything to see them again?”

“Yes.”

“Because your body would do anything I said, no matter what, wouldn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“More than anything, please let me come. I need it!”

“Good. Come now.”

He came. The girl on the computer found a tight shirt from somewhere and slipped it on, and his mind came back online.

He came on his desk! That was going to be a serious pain to clean up. And what the fuck had just happened? Ashley was still happily pinching her nipples next to him, and the woman on the screen was just smiling. His eyes were drawn to her boobs, of course. She wasn’t shaking them anymore, but even covered up by a shirt this girl was hot, and he could see her nipples poking through her shirt. She had somehow tricked him into masturbating instead of telling him what was going on, but he still wanted to know why Ashley was acting like that, in a trance or something. He pulled up his pants and began speaking. “So, you said you’d tell what was going on here.“

She sighed. “My, you’re so fit and strong but you still obey like anyone else. Well, I guess I should explain some things to you. I work as a hypnodomme. Do you know what that is?”

“Hypnodomme?” He looked down at Ashley who was, even now, playing with her boobs and moaning. She had been doing it for so long he’d tuned it out. “You mean you somehow hypnotized her to do this?”

“Yep. The ‘domme’ part means that, well, I like to dominate people.”

“Yeah. I know what it means. Now could you please unhypnotize her?”

“I figured you’d want to have a little fun with her first, but okay. Ashley, wake up!”

As soon as she said that his wife’s hands dropped from her breasts. She looked around, confused for a moment, when she saw him, shrieked and quickly covered himself. He remembered when the two of them would have so much fun together in bed, and he actually got to see her naked.

The lady on the screen spoke. “Ashley, stop covering yourself.” Ashley let her hands drop.

“Oh my god, you really did hypnotize her!”

My wife opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by the hypnodomme. “No, Ashley, this is between me and Leon. Don’t talk.” She frowned, but her mouth stayed shut. “I have a confession to make, Leon. It’s my fault that your wife hasn’t been having sex with you recently. I made her stop.”

“You bitch! Why would you do that?”

“Because, I already own your wife, and I want to own you too. I wanted you nice and unfulfilled when you saw my tits, but I didn’t expect you to walk in here right now. I was actually going to wait another 2 weeks before I had Ashley introduce us.”

“What the hell do you mean, you own my wife? You might have gotten her to cluck like a chicken or whatever hypnotists do, but I assure you that you have absolutely no power over me. All I was doing earlier was enjoying the show.“

“Oh really?” She raised an eyebrow. God, she was sexy. She took a finger and started pulling down the top of her shirt, and he felt his dick getting hard again. “If you get on your knees and apologize for calling me a bitch, I might let you see my boobs again.“

Nobody was more surprised than him when he dropped to his knees and said “I’m sorry for calling you a bitch, please let me see your amazing boobs again.” Well, he did want to see her boobs again, but not that much. Right?

“Hmm, I think I won’t. Stay on your knees, I like you better that way.”

He tried to get up, but his knees weren’t doing what he wanted them to. “Okay, well... listen, do you have a name?”

“I do, but my pets call me Mistress. And you are one of my pets.”

“Like fuck I’m calling you Mistress, Mistress”

“You only need to say it once, dear.”

“Well, listen, Mistress. I’m sure whatever dumb trick you’ve played on me will wear off in a couple minutes. Then I’m going to find where you live and sue you to hell, and then we’ll see who’s in charge. Mistress.”

“First of all, I’m not breaking any laws. Can’t use hypnosis to make someone do something they don’t want to do. That’s what everyone believes, at least, but it doesn’t seem to be true in your case.”

“Whatever. You don’t know that this won’t wear off.”

“Even if it does, it wouldn’t matter. I have a video of you masturbating and your wife playing with her tits.” His eyes widened. “And I’m still a little annoyed about being called a bitch. I was going to be a bit nicer, but because of your smart mouth I’m not really in the mood now. But it’s not all bad! I’m going to show you my tits again.”

Even though he didn’t want to be, he was ecstatic. “Oh yeah. Ashley, sleep”. Leon turned his head and saw Ashley’s head drop, and when he turned back to look at Mistress her shirt was up and her boobs were out.

“You love my boobs more than anything else in the world, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“And you would do anything if you think it might let you see them again?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I have some things to tell you and your wife.”

ONE DAY LATER

He got up, his back sore from sleeping on the couch (where Mistress told him to). He rolled off the couch and went to go make some coffee. A moment later, he heard Ashley come downstairs. He started thinking about what to say, but she seemed to take his silence for him being angry at her.

“Listen, Leon. When I first started seeing her, it was so I could lose some weight. She promised she could make me less hungry, and she did, but she... well she obviously did some other stuff too.”

He looked at her incredulously. She had a skinny frame, but large boobs and a great butt. “You thought you needed to lose weight? I always tell you that you look perfect.”

“All guys say that. I was just insecure, okay! I had no idea any of this would happen.”

“How long has it been going on?”

She hesitated. “Two and a half months. Mistress also told me I had to be completely honest with you from now on.”

Last night, she made him leave the room before she finished giving all the commands to Ashley. “What all has she made you do?”

“Before today, she told me not to tell you about any of this, told me not to have sex with you or let you see me naked. She made me masturbate two times a day to porn she picks out, usually something super hardcore. She made me sign into Skype at least once a day to get commands, and then sign out so you wouldn’t suspect anything.”

“And now?”

“I have to shave my pussy every other day. Only she can hypnotize me. I’m incredibly horny, all the time. She told me we could have sex if I wanted to, but she also made me find you...”

He didn’t like where this was going. “Find me what?”

“Repulsive. I’m sorry Leon, I wish she hadn’t.”

His heart sank. “That’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

“I... well, I still have to masturbate twice today. If you want, we can do it right by each other.”

It wasn’t a huge offer, but it was nice to know she still cared about him. “That’s okay. Walk me to work?”

“I’d love to.”

They made smalltalk on the way, trying to get a semblance of normality, but they kept getting dragged back to the subject of hypnosis. “You know,” she said “I actually looked at several hypnotists before choosing her. There was this one guy, HypnoticHitman, who looked really good at what he did.“

“Why’d you choose... her?”

She looked sheepish. “She was the only good one who’d do it for free.”

Mistress had told him not to tell anyone about what happened yesterday, and no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t. He had gotten his pay cut due to low productivity, it was said, and he doubted it would get any better with some of the commands she gave him. Specifically, he couldn’t stop thinking about her boobs. How they bounced when she dropped them, the shape of her nipples, everything. They just wouldn’t get out of his mind. He honestly would have gone to the bathroom to rub one out, but Mistress told him not to.

Oh, how he wished he could be where she was, so he could really feel her boobs! Whenever he tried to work, his thoughts drifted back to her and her amazing chest.

So, work was hell. When he got home, things weren’t any better. The only women in the world he was attracted to were Mistress and Ashley, and Ashley had an instable sex drive that applied to everyone but him.

Why did Ashley have to go see that stupid domme who wouldn’t even tell them her name! If she hadn’t, none of this would have happened. When she was walking to work with him it was just so devastating to see her lusting after nearly every man she saw but him.

TWO DAYS LATER

They hadn’t seen Mistress since that day she hypnotized Leon. Ashley assured him that she was getting by just fine by masturbating frequently. They tried her suggestion, having both of them masturbate in the same room, but it seemed him being near her him was too much of a turn-off. Ashley was so horny that she had put herself effectively under house-arrest because she was afraid that if she saw another man without him around she would not be able to stop herself from jumping his bones, but even so his “repulsiveness” was enough to turn her off totally. So, their walks to his work were canceled (On the way back from their last walk, she almost brought a particularly attractive guy back home with her).

“It’s been three days since she’s contacted one of us, right?” he asked her, the next day.

“Yeah. Hopefully she got hit by a bus.”

His mind had an image of a such a wonderful pair of tits, mangled and wasted. “Y-yeah. Hopefully.” They sat in awkward silence for a moment, while he tried not to think about the fact that she averted her eyes from him whenever possible. “So... you said you had to watch porn that she sent you, but if she’s not contacting us, how does she tell you what to watch?”

“She sometimes sends me a specific video, but there’s a site she has me go to if she hasn’t sent anything yet at the time’s I’m masturbating. I have to watch the one highest in the ‘hot’ section that I haven’t already watched.”

“Oh, could I see the site?”

She seemed nervous, but how bad could it be? He was pretty well-read porn wise. They got the laptop, and she brought up the page.

He looked pretty stupid, sitting there with his mouth wide open. First video on the page was titled “BRUTAL DEEPTHROAT GAGGING FACEFUCK” and the cycling stills had a man clutching a woman by the neck or hair, forcing his dick up her throat. And that one was more tame than the rest. The second had a group of men who jacked themselves off, coming on a woman tied to the floor in what seemed to be a very uncomfortable position. Her mouth was held open with a spider-like gag, and some of the men appeared to be pissing on her as well. The third had a woman in the shower getting tied up and double-penetrated by 2 burglars who wrote demeaning things all over her face, arms chest and legs. They went on and on like that.

“Yeah, that was my reaction too. After a while of masturbating to it twice a day, it becomes normal. ‘Normal’ porn doesn’t even get me off anymore”

Wait, so this was getting her off? He had a suspicion that if they ever had sex again, it would involve some things she’d never let him do before.

At that moment, her computer dinged and the skype icon lit up, an indication that there was a message waiting. She had to look at whatever messages Mistress sent as soon as she got them, so she pulled the laptop away from him and read the message.

LadyLucky87: Are you on?

AshleyMikelo: yes, Mistress

Then, the computer started ringing, with a popup for a incoming video call in the center. Ashley, forced by her programming, clicked “accept”.

Mistress appeared on the screen, beautiful as ever. She was closer to her webcam than she was the last time he saw her, so all he could see was her face and some of her collerbone, not what he wanted to see so badly.

“Hiya, pet! Oh goody, Leon’s here too! You guys make such good pets, it’s not every day I get to enslave a married couple you know.” He just glared at her, but she beamed at him and continued speaking. “Aww, Leon looks so pouty. And Ashley’s going down into a trance already, just like that, yes, just going into a nice, deep trance.”

Surprised, he looked at his wife. She was indeed in a trance, with her eyes closed and head laying limp. “She’s probably told you that she thinks your repulsive, but let me put it in perspective. Imagine you’re married to an stingy-haired obese chick with a condition that makes her face twitch and twist into all sorts of horrible shapes, and every other girl in the world looks like, well, me.”

“Well if they acted like you too, then I’d rather have her, Mistress.”

She clicked a button on her computer to mute the microphone and yelled something to someone off the screen. As she moved her head to say it, he could see more of her house. She was in what looked like the kitchen, based off the sink and refrigerator, but it was almost completely barren of furniture. No couch, no TV, nothing more than a counter to cook on and a card table for eating. She waited, then yelled something back and turned the mic back on.

“Sorry about that, housing crap. Anyway, your smart tongue is so much more hilarious when you have to call me that. Ashley learned a long time ago not to disrespect me like that, and I suspect you’ll soon learn your lesson too. Open the text chat so you can type messages.”

“Yes, Mistress.” He clicked on the button to do so.

“Now type all your credit card and bank account information, don’t forget your billing and shipping address. Also, your email address and password.”

Could hypnosis really make him do that? His hands reached out to begin typing, and he fought with all his will to stop them. He managed to slow his hands’ approach down to a snail’s pace, but they were still moving to the keyboard. Mistress looked at him, and grew stern. “Do it now, slave.”

That broke his will, and his hands typed in all she asked for. “This should go without saying, but don’t cancel your credit cards or change your password. It’s mine now, so don’t let any money get spent unless it’s bills or something. Ashley, how many men have you fucked since we last spoke?”

“None, mistress.”

She frowned. “Well, it’s only a matter of time. I know how horny you are, all the time, so horny it’s nearly impossible to want anything more than you want to have sex, to have some cock in your pussy, in your mouth, in your ass, isn’t it, Ashley?”

A hand moved to her shorts, where she began rubbing herself where he hadn’t touched in ages. “Oh, yes Mistress”

“That’s right. Leon, because of your smart mouth I’m having no less than four hundred dollars worth of sexy clothing shipped to your house. It’s what your wife will be wearing from now on. Not getting to have sex with her when she’s dressed like that should be a suitable punishment”

“But... four hundred dollars? Doesn’t that seem a bit crazy, Mistress?”

“You’re right, an entire wardrobe will be at least five hundred. Oh, don’t give me that look. You can afford it. Also Ashley, you will refer to Leon as ‘your ex’ from now on.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Any other remarks, Leon?”

“Well... erm... if I could, you know, see your—”

She broke into hysterical giggles, cutting him off. “How about this. If you want to see my giant tits again, you have to pay for it. Not with money though, but having me do something that I think would be pretty hilarious to your wife. What do you think?”

His wife was still sitting next to him, staring off into space while her hand went up and down her pants. If she thought it was hilarious, that meant it would be absolutely appalling. But he remembered how that time a few days earlier, how enthralling they looked, how much he needed to see them again. They were so big! As he was thinking it, the words escaped his lips. “I agree.”

She rolled back, apparently in a swivel chair. She was wearing a tight, dark green shirt and apparently no bra as he could see her nipples poking through. She began pulling on the bottom, bringing it up, teasing him. She twisted back and forth, rolling her shoulders, bringing her shirt up inch by inch. “I’m only going to show you for a brief moment, so when that happens you better be ready to come.” He didn’t know if she could see it, but he was already stroking his dick through his slacks.

She kept working her way farther and farther up, until he could see a sizable portion of her underboob. He was already leaking precum. She kept lifting up her shirt, but she used one hand to cover her nipples as she threw her shirt off. She continued gyrating her body until her hand left her breasts, allowing him to see her tits in all their glory.

He came. He was, of course, unable to take his eyes off her beautiful tits, and he could feel his mind going blank.

Her tits were so beautiful.

He wanted to touch them, suck them, rub his face on them, rub his dick on them.

She had the most perfect tits in the world.

She was the most beautiful girl in the world.

She pulled her shirt back on, and he remained enthralled.

“You can come out of trance now, Leon. But don’t speak”

Yuck! He had to take a shower, or at the very least get out of these pants. He slipped them off, along with his boxers, off his waist and kicked them off his feet. He thought seeing her boobs again might satisfy him, but they only made him want her more.

“So, Ashley, I want to inform you of the fact that there’s another way to get off. Whenever Leon is feeling embarrassed or jealous of you, it feels as nice as someone’s cock in your pussy, or in your ass, or in your mouth, and you desperately want that, so you also know that Leon getting jealous of other men will be very sexy and tempting for you to do. Do you understand?”

Oh god, this bitch was doing everything she could to tear apart their marriage. Was there really no way they could break free of this beautiful demon?

“I understand, Mistress.”

“In a few days, you’ll receive a shipment with a lot of very slutty clothing. When you receive it, you will give all the clothing you currently have to goodwill and wear only what I sent. Make sure you use it all, don’t let any of it go to waste, and the sluttier it is the more it turns you on. When you get them, try it all on and take pictures from several angles, I want to see how they look on you.“

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Remember that I told you those suggestions, but don’t remember anything else that happened in this trance, as usual.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Oh yeah, Leon, I forgot to say this yesterday so I’ll tell you know, don’t seek out any hypnotists, and only I can hypnotize you. Understand?”

He answered despite himself. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Come out of trance now Ashley, and have fun you two! Oh, and buy some nipple clamps!” She hung up.

Ashley woke up, looked around, saw he wasn’t wearing and pants and quickly looked away, seeming slightly nauseated. “So, it looks like I’ll be wearing a lot less in the near future.”

“Yep.” He couldn’t say he wasn’t looking forward to it, although he definitely wasn’t looking forward to the credit card bill.

3–5 BUSINESS DAYS LATER

Leon left only once during the weekend to go to the mall to pick up the nipple clamps (he wouldn’t know what store to go to if it weren’t for an app that would let him see the layout of the store and search for items). Other than that they stayed home the entire weekend, cooking and messing around online. They kept all the blinds shut, because a few days earlier Ashley saw some guy through the window while Leon was in the bathroom and had to physically restrain herself from leaving the house. In order to give her a little more time to come to her senses before she left they placed a couch in front of the front door and placed all of out fine china on top of it, precariously perched on top and on the edges. It took 10 minutes for her to get the door open the first time he came home after they set it up, but he thought it was worth it. However, when he got home that day, there were three packages on the floor, USPS forms on the front. He sent a text to her phone, saying “I’m home”, and she came running to the door.

She took off all the china from the ground, then with strength that seemed herculean for her slender frame she pulled the couch away from the door enough to open it. She could actually pull the couch from the door in only a couple seconds.

He picked up the packages and walked in, unable to see ahead of himself with the impressive stack. He’d gotten an email from his bank informing him about his recent $524.49 purchase, so he knew Mistress had ordered a lot of stuff, but he didn’t expect there to be quite so much.

“Hey honey, oh! That’s quite a lot you’ve got there, do you need some help?”

He chuckled. “I’m fine, Ash.” He dropped them on the kitchen table, and dug his box cutters out of the junk drawer. He ran upstairs and got his camera, walked back over to the kitchen, and cracked his knuckles. “Let’s see what she sent us.”

Mistress paid extra for gift wrapping so a letter could be affixed to the inside describing how they should be worn. The first box was labeled “Shoes and Underwear,” and inside were all manner of g-strings, thongs, and four sets of high heels (the note said to wear the one that best matches each outfit). The heels were all very high, and there was one pair of panties that would have actually been almost modest had it not been for the giant heart cut in the back. The second box contained “Costumes,” if they could be called that. It had six inside, and the instructions said “To be worn with a black g-string, black thong, or no panties at all. Other than shoes and makeup, nothing else should be worn.“

They actually had a bit of fun with it, making it into a little photo shoot where Ashley was modeling, twirling around while Leon was snapping pictures from all different angles.

The first was a sexy policewoman outfit. It was really just the top part of a police officer’s uniform with the shoulders cut off, but instead of having a real back, the back part of it was a collection of 15 strings, stretched horizontally. They were cleverly placed so they could be pinned to a black thong or g-string, to give the illusion that no panties were being worn at all (this illusion would break down upon closer inspection, of course). It was extremely tight, of course, but the elastic strings meant that they would keep his wife’s breasts’ supported. It also came with handcuffs with an actual key (there didn’t seem to be a way to undo them without it), so there was that.

The second was a sexy maid outfit. Basically, a sheer babydoll with embroidered designs, and lacy frills everywhere to make it look maid-y. It came with a matching feather duster, and the skirt portion was just long enough to go over the top half of his wife’s ass. The cups showed generous cleavage, as all these costumes did, and had an underwire for added support. As the sheer material was quite translucent, it would be easy to see the sexy maid’s nipples and thong.

The third was a sexy nurse costume. It was white, with red frills and came with a white and red g-string. The front didn’t close all the way, but was held together by a series of strings, and when worn it showed significant amounts of cleavage from the front. On the back it had some frills which stopped short of coming halfway down his wife’s butt, not that he minded. It also had a headpiece, to sell the effect.

The fourth was a sexy schoolgirl costume. It had an extremely short plaid skirt, and a crop top short enough to show that there wasn’t any bra being worn (breathing the wrong way could cause the top to come flying off, reportedly) which read “Talk Nerdy to Me”. A pair of suspenders held the skirt up, going over his wife’s shoulders and clipping to the back, which had the effect of pulling the skirt up even more than normal when she bent over. It also came with thick-rimmed glasses, a thong and a collar with a plaid bow-tie. The fifth was labeled “Sexy prep school costume,” and was probably the least revealing of the bunch. It had a short plaid skirt, long enough to fully cover her ass when she was standing up but not when she was bending over, a white button-up shirt that ended a few inches above her bellybutton, and a very loose pre-tied tie. The buttons on the shirt didn’t button up enough to hide her cleavage, which was accentuated by the push-up bra that was included. Also, it came with a matching plaid headband.

The last was a bondage enthusiast costume. It had a black short skirt, but it also had a long-sleeved shirt that buttoned up in the front. The catch was, the two sleeves were connected at the end, which would mean that when wearing it she would be effectively handcuffed. It also came with a pair of heels with strings attached to them, which could be tied to the sleeves in the back, making walking very slow and difficult. An interesting feature was that it was simple to do up all the strings yourself, but once you pulled them they tightened and shifted positions, making it impossible to get out without assistance.

After she had finished trying on all the new garments, they opened the third box, labeled “Misc”. The note didn’t give any details about what to do, it only said not to try and do anything that would make them less suggestive.

The first thing they unpacked was a sheer white babydoll, with just enough fabric hide her nipples and little enough to show off the matching g-string underneath. There were a couple more babydolls, all much the same, with variations on whether or not they included straps or the color of the fabric.

Next, came the lingerie. There were a few lacy bras and matching panties, and one bra even had a slit down the middle of each cup so her nipples could poke through (not to mention the rubbing of the fabric tended to make them hard anyway). There was even one where the designers seemed like they just said “fuck it, this one doesn’t need cups. Just leave that part out.”

There were some skirts, all very short, and some with details like being cut up the side or having “SLUT” written by cutting gaps in the fabric, on the back. There were some dresses, which were not to be worn with any sort of panties, including one very short strapless one with the back replaced with a series of strings (similar to the policewoman costume) that went down far enough to show that it was all she was wearing, and then some.

The most revealing thing in there that wouldn’t violate public indecency laws was a teddy that was actually just a long, wide red ribbon that covered the breasts, went over the shoulder on one side to go down and over her ass, and back up to meet at the breasts. Above her bellybutton there was a bow ribbon that, if pulled, would untie the entire thing and let it fall. IT was designed to give her the appearance of a present, waiting to be unwrapped.

Pictures taken, he transfered them to his computer and sent them to Mistress. That completed, the next of her commands took effect. “Well, looks like we have to get rid of your old clothes now.”

“Yep. And the way she phrased it, I have to go with you. Don’t let me fuck any guys, okay?”

“Sure thing.” She looked down at the tight ribbon that was the only thing keeping her from being naked, and the matching red stiletto heels. “What do you think I should wear?”

Leon smiled. “Why not that?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I guess I’ll have to wear it eventually, might as well be now. We have some boxes downstairs, don’t we?”

They packed up all her clothes, often not bothering to fold them. Goodwill was getting a nice donation from them, with all the sets of expensive shoes, fur coats, fancy dresses, and the like. It’s hard to understand how much clothing someone has until it’s all put into boxes. When they finished, there were 4 boxes, much more tightly packed than the onces they received in the mail. While they were at it, they threw in some of the clothes Leon never wore.

Once they did that, they started integrating the new clothing into their space. They added a special section of their walk-in cabinet reserved for the costumes, which took up quite a bit of space. After adding the shoes and the dresses, and the various tops and skirts, and putting the underwear in the various drawers, they had everything sorted and organized. It’s a good thing it was summer, otherwise she’d never be able to leave the house without getting frostbite given the amount of skin her new wardrobe showed. She didn’t even have a single pair of socks!

Leon took the boxes and placed them in the trunk of Ashley’s car. Ashley tried to help, but the boxes’ motion when she picked them up made parts of her ribbon outfit fall off, and it took a couple minutes to get it back in place. They both hopped in, and off to goodwill they went, in good spirits despite their grim situation.

On the trip there, Ashley felt self-conscious. Her boobs were decently sized, C cups. But they were nowhere near as big as Mistress’s, and she saw how he stared at them. She knew she probably hypnotized him to be obsessed with them, but she didn’t know for sure since she had of how it happened. She definitely remembered remembered her saying “It’s not all bad, I’m going to show you my boobs again” and seeing his face light up.

But when she was trying on all those garments, even though she found him hideously unattractive, she still liked knowing that her husband found her something to stare at. She noticed him taking far more pictures that what were probably necessary, but was having so much fun she didn’t say anything. She looked down at her “clothing,” a ribbon that just barely covered her nipples, pussy and ass. She was always horny and this costume wasn’t helping, but she was glad Leon was here or it might have been too much. She knew her constant horniness and her repulsion with Leon was supposed to stress their relationship, but it somehow didn’t. She didn’t want to be horny all the time, and being around Leon seemed to cancel it out, so that actually made her want to be with him more. Which wasn’t to say that their situation was a good one, but it wasn’t as bad as Mistress wanted it to be.

She tried again to think of a way to get out of Mistress’s control, but there was only one way. She been banned from seeking out another hypnotist, and told that anyone but Mistress trying to hypnotize her would fail. She told the same thing to Leon, but as far as she could remember, she never actually said he couldn’t seek out another hypnotist. She thought about telling him that flaw she’d noticed, but multiple times in the past couple months Mistress had asked her if she’d had any plans to escape and forced her to tell the truth. If she told Leon her idea and Mistress asked Leon, they would be under her control forever.

She had to stop waiting. If she wanted to do this, she should do it soon, before Mistress did something that would make it impossible, like regulating their internet use. Next time Leon was on the computer, she would tell him. There was the threat that Mistress would interrupt since they had to leave skype open, but it was a risk they’d have to take.

After driving in silence for a few minutes, they arrived. It was 9 o’clock, near closing time, so it was pretty deserted. She considered staying in the car, but it’d be best if she kept near her husband. Wearing this out was not a good idea, it was making her more horny than she should have been with Leon near. “I’ll get some of the shoeboxes, okay hun?“

“Okay. Wow, we were really cutting it close, coming here so late.”

She smiled at him. “Yeah, we spent waaay to long trying on clothes.” They got out of the car and opened the trunk. She opened the box with the shoeboxes in it, got a few out and started walking towards the charity. Leon was behind her, carrying a much heavier load, and she knew he’d appreciate the way her ass would sway with her high heels.

They went into the building, filled with furniture and boxes, and met a man with a clipboard standing inside. Leon had maneuvered his way in front of her, and spoke first.

“Uh, hi, we have some clothes we’d like to donate.”

“What kind of clothes are they?”

“Shirts, skirts, coats, underwear, shoes, that kind of thing.” Even though she wasn’t participating in the conversation, Ashley moved to Leon’s side. The man looked up from his clipboard at her face, then immediately back to his clipboard. She was just the slightest bit disappointed that he didn’t take a better look.

“Oh, shoes? We don’t get a lot of those.” He marked some things with his pencil. “There’s a truck in the front, we’re doing a shipment. Just take them over there, someone will show you where to put them.” He gestured for Leon to follow him. “Here, I’ll show you where to put those.”

Leon made eye contact with her, and walked with him. She assumed he wanted her to go and put the shoes in the truck, and she steeled herself. It wouldn’t even take a minute. She could handle a minute apart from him. Yes, she had enough self control to do that. She walked out of the building, and started making her way to the front. It was a big building, and after she got to the front she realized the extent of the affect Leon had on her. She had never been away from him for this long since she put the revealing outfit on, but the streets were fairly deserted. She could handle this.

She got to the truck, but there was nobody there. She looked around. Maybe the guy who was supposed to help her went to the bathroom or something? She didn’t want to wait out here any longer than she had to. Were her nipples hard from the cold she felt outside, or the heat she felt inside?

God, she really needed a cock in her. She knew how vulnerable she looked, wearing so little, but she tried to focus on her task. If there were some other shoeboxes in the truck, maybe she could put them on top? She looked around and there was nobody particularly near. She put what she was holding on the ground away from the sidewalk and pushed one of the boxes to the side a bit. It was hard to see in the darkness, so she poked her head in and there were indeed some shoeboxes farther back. She got out and bent over to pick up the boxes, and felt a slap on her ass.

If that had happened a few months ago she would not have reacted like she did, but masturbating to videos depicting much worse (and her state of horniness) had warped her perspective a bit. She stood up without any of the things she bent over for, one hand going inside her thin ribbon to push a finger in her pussy. She realized what she was doing, and pulled her hand away from herself. It took everything she had not to turn and face whoever it was that slapped her.

“Oh damn, she is fiiine. Look at her ass!”

“Hey baby, do you want some fuck?”

Yes. She wanted it so badly! Every night she dreamed of it in her pussy, taking it up the ass, sucking guys off. But she couldn’t cheat on Leon, she couldn’t. She just held still, hoping the men would ignore her and knowing that seeing them would be too much for her.

“Why ain’t you saying anything?”

“Dude, look at what she’s wearing. She obviously wants it.” She heard one of them walking, until his crotch was pressed against her ass. She could feel his boner pressing up against her, and was about to step forward, when one of his hand came up around her and grabbed her boob, squeezing it.

The arousal, the men, it was too much for her to control. “Oh!” Her legs buckled as her pussy went into overdrive, wanting to be used. She started to fall backwards, moving one hand to her breast to get him to squeeze harder and pushing her ass against his cock as her other hand went back to her pussy.

She caught her balance, and spun around, desperate to get something besides her finger in her pussy. She saw the guy, and that he had two friends behind him, both of whom certainly wanted to get in on the action.

“Hey hey, slow down, there’s a motel across—” he began saying, before she cut him off by pushing her mouth against his and wrapping her arms around him, pushing her crotch up against his hard dick. She took her mouth away from him, and said “I need some cock in me, right now,” grabbing his crotch through his pants for effect and breathing deeply. “Anything you want, I’ll do it.” He smiled.

“Let’s go.” They ran across the street, and one of the men through a $50 at the clerk and got a room for the next 3 hours. Ashley, a little disappointed that she didn’t get to just fuck them outside, glanced out the door before they turned the corner to get into their room. She saw Leon running towards the motel, but dammit she needed a good fucking more than anything else right now. She turned the corner and ran to their room, shutting and locking the door as soon as everyone was inside. She pulled the ribbon, letting the entire thing untie and fall to the floor as she got on her knees and pulled one of the guy’s pants down.

She wrapped her lips around his member, remembering how amazing it felt to have a cock in her mouth. There was a banging on the door, and she heard Leon yell “Ashley!”

“Who’s that” one of the men asked.

She took her lips off his cock, and said “My ex.” One of the men turned on some music, loud enough to drown out the banging on the door and she went back to bobbing up and down.

Over the next couple hours she sucked off all of them (swallowing, like a good slut), took it up the ass, up her pussy, and had guys come on her face, her stomach, in her ass and cunt, and after one of them titty fucked her, on her boobs. And she came many, many times.

Eventually all of them had their fill and fell asleep, and she just lay on the floor, cum all over her. She got up and walked up to the door, and saw Leon leaning against the wall, waiting for her to be finished. She opened the door, naked, not wanting to hide what had happened.

His eyes looked her up and down, then looked away.

“I’m sorry,” she said, as she stood in the door way, stark naked.

He walked up to her, and said “Let me clean you off. Get in the shower.”

A tear rolled down her cheek, but she turned away and started walking towards the bathroom, not wanting him to see. “You don’t know how much I needed it, I had to have it so bad.”

“It’s okay, Ash. I forgive you. Just... don’t talk.” She was here, covered in other men’s cum, and her husband forgave her even as she grew horny from the jealousy she knew she felt? What did she do to deserve him! She lead him to the bathroom, and stepped into the tub. She said no more about it, honoring his wishes.

“Don’t do anything, I’ll wash you off.”

“Okay.”

“Face the wall.”

“Okay.” She turned in the large bathtub to face the wall away from him.

“Don’t move, just look straight ahead. Do you see that indentation on the wall?”

There was a small dent on the wall, a little above eye level. “Yeah.”

“Stare at it, and don’t take your eyes off it.”

“Okay.”

He grabbed the shower head, and turned on the water, fiddling with it until it was an acceptable temperature. Then he pointed it at her back. The spray feeling nice after all the work her back had done that day, between trying on clothes and fucking guys.

“Do you feel the water hitting your back?”

“Yes.”

“Can you feel it, relaxing your muscles now?”

“Yes.”

She felt him rub her back with the washcloth. “And as I do this, can you feel it making your back muscles nice and relaxed?”

“Yes.”

The spray moved, hitting her neck now. “And can you feel it relaxing your neck muscles, now?”

“Yes.”

“They’re getting so relaxed, aren’t they?”

“Yes.”

“Makes your head feel a bit heavy, doesn’t it?”

She continued staring at the indentation. “Yes.”

He moved the spray to her left arm. “Making your arm so very relaxed, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“It makes the muscles so relaxed, you don’t want to move them, right?”

“Yes.”

“In fact, they’re so relaxed that you simply can’t move them, isn’t that right?”

Still staring at the indentation, she tried to move her left arm. It didn’t budge. “Yes.”

He started spraying her right arm. “And as this arm relaxes too, so much now, you cant move it either.”

It wouldn’t move. “Yes.”

He ran the water up and down her legs, her back, and her neck. “And now, as your whole body relaxes, you can’t move a muscle, right?”

Her entire body was stiff as a statue. “Yes.”

“What’s that like?”

“Like I’m made of stone.”

“Like you’re made of stone, yes. And what you’ll notice now, is that when I move one of your body parts they move easily, but as soon as I let go they’re still made of stone. Like you’re a mannequin.”

She was like a mannequin. “Yes.”

“Close your eyes.”

She did. He turned her around, rinsing her body of all the cum that had dried on, sometimes squeezing her boobs sometimes posing her. But she didn’t care, she was a mannequin.

“Now, there’s something else I’d like you to do. Can you imagine something for me?”

“Yes.”

“Imagine all the things that the woman who hypnotized you told you to do and think. Imagine each one as a little piece of paper.”

Her mind became filled with little pieces of paper, saying things like how often she should masturbate and what to, how horny to be, what to wear, how horny to be when she was wearing slutty clothes, to be honest with her husband, to find him ugly, not to be hypnotized, not to look for a hypnotist, to find women attractive, to leave skype open, to be submissive towards Mistress, for her boobs and clit to be very sensitive, to be completely honest with Mistress, to become aroused when people other people want you, to call Leon an ex, to drop whenever Mistress says to, and to not remember some of these suggestions.

“Now,” he said, “Focus on the piece of paper that tells you that when you see your husband, you shouldn’t see him as the incredibly sexy man you used to. Can you picture it?”

“Yes.”

“Now, imagine it bursting into flames, then disappearing forever. It’s gone and that part of your mind is back to normal.”

Oh! Leon was so sexy, how could she not have seen it! He was so, so sexy!

“Are there any other pieces of paper I should get rid of?”

“I have to be completely honest with Mistress. I can’t be hypnotized or seek a hypnotist. I have to go into trance whenever she says to. I have to call my husband my ex. I can only wear the clothes she sent me. I can’t tell anyone else about what she’s done.”

“All those disappear as well. They’re just gone, no longer affecting you.”

They all vanished, and she knew they no longer restricted her. “There’s one piece of paper I’d like to add, now. You will never have sex with anyone but me, unless you really mean to and you’re not just doing it because you’re horny. Now, I’m going to count to three and when I do, you’ll be wide awake and no longer my mannequin.” He paused. “One, two, three”

Wha... what had just happened? She met Leon, apologized, he began cleaning her and now...

“Oh my god, you hypnotized me!”

He smiled, still holding the shower head and spraying water at her clit, which was not helping the horniness situation “Yeah. When she tries to hypnotize you, just pretend to be hypnotized.“

She looked him up and down, appreciating the fact that she could appreciate his figure for the first time in several days. And, well, the only thing that was keeping her from jumping his bones right now was the grogginess of having just been hypnotized, and that was wearing away fast. “Was it hard to do, since she said I couldn’t get hypnotized by anyone else?“

He turned off the water and hung up the shower head, much to her disappointment. “After she hypnotized me that first day,” he said, “I started looking into it. Reading tutorials and all that. Turns out one of the easiest times to hypnotize someone is when they’re feeling vulnerable and scared.” He went on to explain that he had someone at Goodwill get the rest of the clothes from their car, but she was more interested in something a little different.

“So, now that we can have sex again...” She covered her boobs and slit, trying to look demure. How much of this wetness was from the shower? “You wanna?”

“Let’s get out of here before those guys wake up.”

Right. She couldn’t let her immense horniness get in the way of things. They left the bathroom after she towel-dried herself, and she stole some of the guy’s clothing that was strewn around the floor. Kind of mean, but her ribbon was covered in cum so she didn’t have much of a choice. They left the motel, went back to her car (which thankfully hadn’t been ransacked despite the fact it was unlocked) and drove back home. As soon as they got back, she dashed to the laptop and opened up the hypno-classifieds site where she had found Mistress. She found the hypnotist who everyone said was the best, HypnoticHitman, and opened a chat with him.

“Here, Leon, can someone else hypnotize you?”

“Well, Mistress said I couldn’t seek out another hypnotist. But you did the seeking out for me, so I think I can. Do you think it’ll work?”

“This guy isn’t like Mistress, he’s on a whole other level. And he actually charges for his sessions.”

Leon raised an eyebrow. “How much?”

“A hundred dollars an hour. But he guarantees that he’ll be done in 3 hours, so anything past that is free. And if you’re not completely satisfied he’ll refund you, or so he says.”

He thought for a moment. “I think it’ll be worth every penny.”

He wasn’t online at that moment, so they waited. And waited. After they got tired of waiting they had sex, then she waited some more before joining him in bed.

1 DAY LATER

The next morning, Mistress had a message waiting for them. “Call me. Important news.” Ashley didn’t have to, but she watched Leon click the button to start a video call, and then Mistress answered. She was just glad she was wearing a schoolgirl outfit for Leon and not the clothes she stole yesterday, otherwise Mistress would have realized something was wrong.

“Oh, I see you’re wearing your uniform.”

“Yes, Mistress.” She tried to look subservient

“So, listen you two. I don’t exactly have a steady job, and rent has been difficult to pay lately. I tried to hypnotize my landlord, but it turns out he’s gay and now he’s kicking me out.”

Leon’s eyes widened, and he suddenly looked depressed. Why? This was good news!

“But...” he said, “will I still be able to see...”

Was this about her boobs? She tried not to feel insecure about that, and she didn’t really have any moral high ground here with her antics yesterday. And she was getting kind of turned on from them, although she had seen them plenty of times and didn’t have the kind of obsession that Leon apparently did.

“Ugh, men. That’s all you care about?”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“So, now I know where you live, and since I have to move anyway, I figured I might as well move somewhere where I know I’ll be taken care of, right?”

She didn’t like where this was going, but if she spoke up it’d ruin the illusion.

“So, I’m moving in. I understand you have a spare bedroom?”

Leon nodded his head, and then said “We do, Mistress.”

“Good, that’s where you’ll be sleeping then. Ashley’s all mine.”

His eyes opened wider, but Mistress continued speaking. “I bet he doesn’t even mind. I’m certain you’ve told him you’re bisexual like me, and I bet the thought of us sleeping together is enough to balance this whole thing out. Think about it Leon, we’ll be sleeping nude, all pressed together under the covers. You won’t get to see, but the thought of it can fuel your fantasies.“

Sleeping together, nude? Not if she had anything to say about it. Which she didn’t at the moment, not with the kind of power Mistress wielded over Leon.

She tried changing the subject. “When can we expect you, Mistress?”

“Uhh, two, three days. It’s a bit of a drive. Luckily I don’t have much furniture to pack. So, Ashley, fucked any guys yet?”

“No, mistress,” she lied. Lucky she could do that now.

“Well, I don’t have any new commands for you, other than to be ready for me to start living at your house in the next couple days. And Leon, maybe if you play your cards right, you’ll be able to see my boobs in person, or even watch Ashley touch them! Bye!”

She hung up, and they looked at each other.

“Is this good, or bad?” She wanted to know how he felt.

“Bad. Very bad. If she gets here before I get unhypnotized, she’ll rehypnotize you and we’ll be stuck for ever. And even the Hitman can—”

“He can.”

“Well, she still has tons of footage of us naked, and who knows what else. Our bank account, email and stuff. If she catches on to anything, she’ll immediately lock us out, and I can’t lock her out until he comes back online.”

“Speaking of which, is he?” She went to the site where you could see the hypnotists for hire, and looked at the ones who were online, since Leon still couldn’t seek out a hypnotist himself. She scrolled down, looking for HypnoticHitman. He wasn’t very active on the site, so his name was pretty low down.

She found him, and his name was highlighted in green. He was online. She pressed a button at the bottom to open a chat.

AshleyQT:

Hello.

HypnoticHitman:

Make sure you read my profile so you know my fees and what I do

AshleyQT:

I already have, and I have a somewhat unusual request

HypnoticHitman:

Oh really? Let’s hear it then.

AshleyQT:

Are you familiar with LadyLucky87?

HypnoticHitman:

Kinda? He does the free weight loss stuff, right?

AshleyQT:

She does a lot more than that, as I found out

HypnoticHitman:

Like what?

AshleyQT:

It’s kind of a long story.

HypnoticHitman:

I’ve got plenty of time.

AshleyQT:

Well, I asked her about her weight loss program

AshleyQT:

And we had a session every day for 2 weeks

AshleyQT:

But I started getting gaps in my memory

AshleyQT:

And I found I couldn’t have sex or be intimate with my husband, like my body physically wouldn’t do what I wanted it to

AshleyQT:

Then other things started happening. I started watching porn that was... not what I usually watched.

AshleyQT:

And just being all around more horny in general

AshleyQT:

Then she told me that she was actually making me do all this stuff that with hypnosis. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop her from hypnotizing me. She made me call her ‘Mistress’

AshleyQT:

And a bit ago my husband walked in on her hypnotizing me (at this point she had made me bisexual and all manner of other things), and she hypnotized him too.

AshleyQT:

She used our credit card to buy a ton of revealing clothing, and made us give all my current clothes to goodwill. We can’t use our credit card or bank without her permission now.

Leon still hadn’t removed Mistress’s command to not buy anything, since she phrased it in a way that wouldn’t allow him to let any money be spent from it except by Mistress. So spending any money wasn’t an option.

AshleyQT:

My husband managed to hypnotize me and removed most of the suggestions he could, but he’s still under her control. Can you help us?

HypnoticHitman:

I normally wouldn’t have believed you, but I’ve heard stories of her doing similar things before. Only problem is that since you can’t access your credit card, you can’t pay me. And you know I only accept payment upfront.

AshleyQT:

We could ship you something valuable perhaps?

HypnoticHitman:

Hmm, I don’t think so

HypnoticHitman:

Wait, do you have pictures of the clothes she made you buy?

AshleyQT:

Yeah, why?

HypnoticHitman:

Send them to me.

She glanced at Leon, and he nodded his head. She dragged the folder onto the chat page, where it began to upload. It had quite a lot of pictures in it so it took a bit to upload.

HypnoticHitman:

Wow. I wasn’t expecting you to actually be wearing them.

She hadn’t even thought of that. Now yet another random stranger had seen her wearing something incredibly revealing.

AshleyQT:

Well?

HypnoticHitman:

Well now I believe that you’re telling the truth. So how about this. I hypnotize you, and in exchange you send me a couple of the outfits in there.

That sounded great! Certainly better than nothing at all, which was the alternative.

AshleyQT:

There’s one more thing.

HypnoticHitman:

What’s that?

AshleyQT:

Her landlord kicked her out of her house, so instead of finding a place to stay she’s moving in with us in a couple days. Or at least, that’s what she told us.

HypnoticHitman:

That... complicates things.

AshleyQT:

Why? Can’t you just hypnotize me and we won’t let her in?

HypnoticHitman:

She’s tranced you nearly every day for a couple months, right?

AshleyQT:

Yeah?

HypnoticHitman:

That means her trance trigger has been reinforced. A lot. It’ll be hard to get rid of, and if she uses it while she’s near you you’ll probably go into a trance no matter what I can do between now and when she gets to your house. Not to mention she almost certainly has some blackmail material on you by now, if you’re telling the truth.

Oh. That was bad. If she could find any way to communicate with them, they’d be back to square one.

HypnoticHitman:

Don’t worry. I have a plan. But it’s elaborate and has a chance of not working.

AshleyQT:

Your trance might not work?

HypnoticHitman:

No, my hypnotic suggestions always work. The part that might not work is the part that requires things outside of trance to happen.

Whatever he had in mind, it seemed like it must be risky. He seemed unsure of himself, but Ashley had no doubt he could do it.

HypnoticHitman:

My only condition is this. Since this is quite a bit more in depth than what I normally do, I get to have a little fun in the process. I want to get revenge on your ‘Mistress’

That was easy.

AshleyQT:

Deal. When can we start?

HypnoticHitman:

I need to get ready. Both of you, make sure you don’t have to do go the bathroom, and get comfortable.

She heard Leon crack his knuckles. “I wonder what his plan is.”

She had no clue. “I don’t know, but it’s going to be good.”

Neither of them had to go to the bathroom, and they waited for him to come back. She changed out of her schoolgirl outfit, back into the clothes she stole yesterday. Eventually, they saw a request for a video chat, and she accepted.

He didn’t look like she expected him to. He looked like a young kid, definitely not older than 20. He had some pimples on his face, but they weren’t too noticeable.

He spoke first. “Hello, are you ready to begin?”

“I’m ready.” Leon said.

“I am too”, she said.

Leon spoke again. “I should tell you that Mistress told me only she could hypnotize me.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry about that. Those are really easy to get around.”

Suddenly, instead of his face on the screen, there were several concentric circles made of red dots. They spun around, almost appearing to make shapes as they moved.

“You’ll notice the dots all move around the center, which is where your eye is drawn. This hypnotic induction, like many others, uses eye fixation.” As they spun around, she found herself always staring at the center, where they seemed to focus on. “Eye fixation is so common in hypnosis because of the way the mind works. There’s a phrase that goes like this. ‘Control the eyes, and you control the mind’. Any form of eye fixation makes for very good hypnotic inductions when the your eyes are focused on one spot, your brain begins to block out thoughts that seem unimportant by comparison. You might notice now how your mind seems blank, and as you keep staring straight at the center you can let other thoughts disappear as well.”

He continued. “And now you might notice that your eyes are becoming heavy. This is a side effect of eye fixation, your eyes becoming heavier and heavier, harder and harder to keep open. They’re becoming so difficult to keep open, you might find your eyelids beginning to close, that’s right, and the next time you blink your eyes will just stay shut, that’s right, just like that, and now I’d like you to imagine something. Imagine that when your Mistress hypnotizes you all of the suggestions land on some level of your brain. And now imagine that my suggestions, like when you’re hypnotized now, land even lower, so when Mistress tells you to do something you do it, but when I tell you to do something you do it too. But since my suggestions are lower, if I tell you to do one thing and she says to do another, you do what I say. Do you understand?”

We spoke in unison. “Yes.”

“Don’t tell your Mistress that I hypnotized you or that you contacted me, or do anything that would lead her to believe you’re not totally under her control. Lie if you have to. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Ashley, all the suggestions that Mistress gave you but your husband took away come right back, now.”

All the the restrictions that disappeared yesterday came back to her. She was still wearing the clothes she stole from one of the men she fucked yesterday, and she could only wear the ones mistress sent. She took off her shirt, and slipped off her jeans. She hadn’t put on a bra or panties, so she was completely naked.

“So, all the things I tell you to do is what you will do, no matter what. If your Mistress tells you to do something or has told you to do something that doesn’t conflict with what I said, that’s what you’ll do. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I want you to check your Skype every day, if you can without your Mistress finding out. And no matter what happens, don’t get jealous of Leon. I will have more instructions for you later. Until then, come out of trance at the count of 3.”

She felt herself rising up as he said “1”

She felt herself almost conscious as he said “2”

When he said “3” she looked down at her naked body and squealed and squealed.

“Eek!” she said, covering her breasts with an arm. She reached down to get her shirt, but found she couldn’t put it on.

“Don’t try. This way your mistress won’t suspect anything, I’ve made you obey her. Don’t worry though, everything is going to work out in the end. I’ll send you an email with more instructions, but neither of you will remember seeing it.”

With a mischievous smile, he hung up.

Leon sighed. “Why do I feel like we’ve just made a deal with the devil?”

1 DAY LATER

“Hey, could I have the key to the handcuffs from your policewoman outfit?” Leon asked the next morning.

“Sure, need them for something?” She tried to smile in a mischievous way, holding out her hands.

“Actually, I think this is something that hitman guy wants me to do. Not sure why.”

That was strange. What could he need the key for? She gave it to him anyway, and he went off to work. When he came back he had also stopped at the hardware store to pick up a short piece of elastic cable and an electric screwdriver, and went to the mall to pick up a pink dildo. Odd. He went down to the basement and used the screwdriver to drill a hole in the base of the dildo and looped the elastic through it. What would HypnoticHitman possibly have in mind? Was he intending to use the dildo as a bracelet?

1 DAY LATER

When she woke up and checked Skype, as she did every morning, she got the message she had been dreading. “I’m coming today, so be waiting outside around 1 o’clock. I want you to be waiting outside for me when I arrive.”

Leon had to take the day off work, but he and her were waiting outside on lawn chairs at 12:30. He was wearing slacks and a dress shirt, and her in the policewoman outfit, hands cuffed in front of her (Leon had given her the key back). They waited for her to arrive, while laying on lawn chairs. Her G-String was visible to anyone walking past, she knew, but she was long past modesty at this point.

At 1:30 a beat-up pickup truck with a pile of boxes in the back pulled up into their driveway, and Mistress stepped out, wearing a short skirt and her trademark tight pink sweater. She stood still for a moment.

“What are you waiting for? Help carry in these boxes! And Ash, leave the handcuffs on, I want to see this.” They both jumped up to begin unloading the truck (she didn’t fail to notice Leon staring at her breasts), Mistress giving her a pat on the ass as she walked by. It was difficult work, but she managed. About halfway through, though, Mistress pulled her aside, and put a hand on her boob. She pulled the fabric down, making her boobs pop out the top. She began tweaking her nipples.

There she stood, letting the woman she hated most in the world play with her tits, unable to do a thing to stop it, getting wetter as it happened. That continued until Leon finished dropping the boxes in the living room. Mistress pulled her shirt back over her breasts and turned to Leon.

“So, is there anything interesting to do in this town?”

She spoke up, even though she wasn’t looking at her and the last thing she wanted to do was provoke Mistress’s attention. “We have a mall, Mistress.”

“Well let’s go! I’m thinking of doing some lingerie shopping!”

They got their things together to go to the mall. Leon found up a fabric bag to carry the clothes they bought in it, although currently it just had one of her outfits in it. Mistress patted him in the head for his thoughtfulness and they were on their way.

On the way there, Mistress used with the “virtual tour” app that let you see the layout of the store to find with the entrance that was farthest from the lingerie area. The long trip from the flatscreen TV isle to the section with all manner of skimpy underwear felt horribly exposing (and arousing) with her policewoman outfit and handcuffs. She wasn’t actually locked in them since she had the key to the handcuffs in a tiny pocket specifically for the purpose, but she couldn’t uncuff herself due to Mistress’s command.

Once they finally got to the isle, Mistress picked a lacy bra and a thong and tossed it to her, which she tried her best to catch. “Here, I want you to model these for us.”

“Erm...” she said, holding out her wrists.

“Oh, fine.” Mistress fished out the key from the breast pocket, not missing the opportunity to grope her, and let her free. She scurried off to the dressing room, slid out of what she was wearing, and put on the colorful bra and thong. She ran out, boobs jiggling, wearing nothing else but her high heels. She came back to Leon wearing her handcuffs and Mistress spinning the key on the keyring around her finger. Leon managed to take her old outfit and put it in the bag despite his restriction.

“Oh, it looks great on you! Spin around.” She did a little spin. “Now jump up and down!” She began jumping up and down despite herself, drawing looks from many men around the area who were watching her boobs bounce. “Hey, it looks like you’re drawing a crowd! Why don’t you squeeze those titties, give these guys something to look at.”

“No, Mistress, please,” she whimpered, but it was no use. She squeezed her breasts, as a trickle of wetness went down her thigh.

“You can stop now,” Mistress said, handing her a black bra that revealed so little it would only completely hide her nipples if they were standing at attention, which they were. “You’re gonna want to run to the dressing room, cause 3 seconds after I’m done with this sentence, you’re going take off the bra and put this one on whether you’re in there or not.”

She started dashing to the dressing room as fast as she could in heels, but she wasn’t fast enough. She threw off her bra and ran the rest of the distance topless, breasts bouncing. She hid in the changing room for as long as she thought she could without Mistress getting mad at her, then came out. Luckily most of the men seemed to have gone, but she still felt incredibly embarrassed to be wearing so little.

“You have to admit, that was a little funny.”

She just glared at her.

“Fine, wanna act that way?” She pointed to a mall employee standing next to a laptop plugged into a shelf of flatscreens. “Go seduce that guy.” She saw Leon’s eyes widen, but he stayed silent. “And do whatever he says.”

Her feet pulled her over to the young man standing next to his laptop, and now that she got a closer look at it she saw the TVs seemed to be mirroring what was on the laptop’s monitor.

She tapped his shoulder, and he looked up at her from his phone. He stepped back in shock. She put an arm around him and pulled herself close, her boobs pressing on his chest, her barely-covered pussy pressing on his growing bulge. “Hey big guy.” God, she sounded so corny.

“I, uh, I—” She brought her lips close to his.

“You like what you see?”

“I, yeah—” she cut him off by pressing her lips to his, and pulled him behind the rack of televisions, hopefully a little more out of view. He reached an arm around her back and unclipped her bra, and let it fall to the ground. He stepped back to get a good look, and she could no longer control what she was doing.

Her hand waved down in front of his face as she stepped forward and whispered “sleep” into his ear. He fell down and she caught him, and began whispering into his ear, her body apparently not caring that her breasts were in plain view of anyone walking past. She didn’t even know what she was whispering, but after a few seconds she stopped and he stood back up. As if nothing ever happened he grabbed a boob. She halfheartedly tried to push him away, but the sensations she was feeling overwhelmed her and she could barely keep her balance. She pushed her body into him with renewed vigor, her lips meeting his, feeling his hands rub around her ass.

Then, he broke the kiss and turned around. Behind him were Mistress standing smugly and Leon holding the bag with his handcuffed hands. She scrambled down to pick up and put her bra back on.

“I’m so sorry,” the man said. “I shouldn’t have done that. I-I’ll give you anything, just don’t tell my boss.” Wow, great negotiation tactics, buddy.

“Really?” Mistress asked.

“Yeah, just go stand over there next to that post,” he said, pointing. That was an odd request. Did it have something to do with the words she whispered into his ear when he was hypnotized?

“Well okay then. Come along, Ashley.” She obviously thought he was only getting them to go stand next to the post in front of the TVs so he could spend more time with Ashley, but she suspected there was something more going on.

“One sec,” he said, “I just need to clean something up.”

As she was walking towards the post that Leon was standing behind and Mistress was standing in front of, she saw him digging in the bag he was carrying. Whatever he was doing, she didn’t want Mistress to notice she she tried to walk as slow and seductively as possible, swaying her hips side to side.

“What the fuck are you doing? You look like you’re trying to play ping-pong with your ass.” Ah, it was working. Leon had somehow produced a key from the bag, used it to take off the handcuffs, and was taking something else out. The dildo. He wrapped the elastic band around the post so the pink phallus stuck straight out, and adjusted it a little bit. Then he gave her a thumb’s-up and her body started to act on it’s own again.

She ran forward, grabbed Mistress’s head and brought it forward and down, forcing her to bend over. “Wha—” she started to yell, but was interrupted by Leon flipping up her skirt, pulling down her panties, and pulling her back so the dildo was pushed up her vagina. It happened so fast she could barely keep track of it. She flailed her hands backwards to steady herself, but Leon grabbed them and latched the handcuffs around them, bringing the chain around the post to keep her hands in place. Mistress looked up at her, and Ashley was surprised to see not anger in her eyes, but fear.

Suddenly, things clicked. She suggested going to the mall, an idea that must have been plated by HypnoticHitman. He knew the layout of the store from the virtual tour app, and must have known that Mistress would want to go lingerie shopping given the clothes she got sent there. Leon probably duplicated the key when he went to the hardware store, and must have used the bag with the clothes in it to hide the dildo. But what was the point? Mistress was just going to demand to be set free and punish them. Then, she remembered something Leon had told her.

Turns out one of the easiest times to hypnotize someone is when they’re feeling vulnerable and scared.

At that moment, the TVs stopped stopped whatever they were playing and switched to a spiral.

2 DAY LATER

Their former mistress walked around their kitchen in the maid uniform, sweeping the floors. Getting the dirt into the dustpan was hard as she wasn’t allowed to bend at the knees to bend over, but she managed. After she finished sweeping the floor, she began cooking them eggs.

She brought it into the family room where one of the new TVs they bought in celebration was installed. Some sitcom was playing. She brought them their food and turned to get away as quickly as possible, but Leon stopped her.

“Not so fast, when did I say I wanted my eggs like this?”

“You said you wanted them over easy, sir.” She spoke meekly, trying not to provoke him. Her ass still hurt from yesterday.

“But did I say I wanted them on a plate?”

She frowned. “How else would you want them?”

“Take off your top and get down on your hands and knees, and stay still.”

Uh oh. She took it off, not leaving much left on, and knelt down in front of him, facing the wall and parallel to the couch. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but she hoped it wasn’t anything too mean. She heard him blowing on something, and after a moment she felt the hot egg fall on her back. He yelped and tried to jump away, but the hypnotic command forced her to stay still. He cut the egg and ate it slowly, laughing at the show with Ashley. She would get them back for this, once she figured out how they escaped her control.

After Leon was finished eating, he stood her back up. “You know, I feel like I’ve been focusing too much on your tits.”

He paused, waiting for her to respond. She would have just stood there, but she didn’t want to anger him, especially considering what she suspected would come next.

“I was thinking of sampling that ass next. What do you say to that?”

She spoke her rehearsed lines automatically. “Of course sir, anything you say.”

“Perfect,” he said with a smile, and lead her upstairs for another threesome.