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[magisteramentia]

Today is one of those days I feel like a beast in heat.

Just letting my instincts take over, untamed and fueled by desire. Wanting to jump on someone, mounting them from behind, my nails digging into the skin of their shoulders, their hips or their back.

My teeth and fangs sinking and biting their neck, grunting over their ear as I thrust my hips, fucking them until the red fog lifts from my brain, having cummed inside them, filling them to the brim with my seed. Panting and gasping while I realize what I have done.

Collapsing back. Sitting, my cock still hard.

I notice the leash around my neck. When did you put it on me? how? I wonder.

A tamed beast, they turn around, lean forward and suck me.

And slowly I go back to that animalistic nature, ready to pounce back. Holding their hands above their head, looking at the lust filled eyes, before my cock goes back in, wanting to breed them, use them. Fuck them, until they are just as me. A panting, broken animal, drooling and cumming until there is nothing left but the pleasure that shattered their mind.

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[magisteramentia]

Cursing the bratty, subby, boy. (Microfiction)

I held him down.

I could see his eyes shining as he pleaded me not to do it. It was cute in a way. You fuck around and then find out.

He was gagged and I made sure he could not move, not his arms, not his legs. He had clamps on his nipples and clit. A devious smile quivered on my lips.

My hands danced over his mound. Feeling the smooth, soft, and supple shaved skin.

“You were teasing me around all day and night,” I say into his ear, my voice and words slithering out of my mouth with a sulky tone that made him shiver. “You were a brat just playing around.”

I dipped the brush into the ink, and then let it slide over his skin.

The sigil was simple, with a small symbol in the center, to seal him and make him mine. Elegant vines extending to the sides like tendrils, a bit like wings, a bit like the tubes inside him.

He was a man, yes, but still, he could produce offspring for me.

My cute little toy, my soon-to-be slave, and dumb slutty boy.

“I know this is what you wanted, so many nights. Just rubbing me with your cunt.” My hands slid to his chest.

“This crest,” I touched, the ink didn’t smear. It was slightly hot, already drying and being absorbed by his skin, “you know what it does...”

Pulling one clamp from his nipples I felt him jump and shake, twisting in place.

“You can no longer feel pain, can you?” My hand pulled the second clamp from his right nipple.

He moaned.

A chuckle escaped from my throat.

“Only pleasure, isn’t that right?”

Tears were coming from his eyes, drool dripping from his gagged mouth. He shook his head as my hand wandered from his chest, down his stomach, and past the brand over his mound.

A single flick on the clamp over his clit made him shake and quiver.

It made him shiver, his eyes rolling back in his head. He made the cutest and most pathetic sounds as he moaned from the stimulation.

“And you know what else it will do, don’t you?”

There was a sob. Resignation. But also, deep past all of that, deep past the regret. A glint in his eye told me he really expected this.

“It will bind you to me, when I cum, when I breed you and make you mine…” I played with the clamp pressing on his cunt, his engorged and very sensitive clit. He tried to fight the restraints binding him to the bed.

“But I know, I truly know.” I held him and made sure he looked at me. “I know you want me to break you, make you a breeding cow, fill your tits with milk, and make sure there is nothing left of you but the slut that you truly are. The one that tries to hide behind teasing, behind professionalism, behind a mask of intelligence.”

Getting on top of him, I looked into his eyes. He was no longer sobbing. He was panting.

I removed the gag from his mouth.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t want to be my toy, that you don’t want me to breed you and use you. Tell me. A simple ‘No’ would suffice, and I would stop, release you and let you go.”

I placed my cock at the entrance of his cunt. My hand spread him open.

He looked down, bit his lip, and looked me in the eye.

“I- I” his voice shook, and his body trembled. But his cunt was leaking. Melting. “I want this. Please.”

With a smirk, I pushed my cock inside.

He gasped and panted. But I was not done. With a single pulling motion, I released his clit from the vise of the clamp. His eyes rolled back in his head. My hand closed around his neck.

Thrusting and fucking his cunt, I watched as the sigil began to glow. I watched as his mind grew dimmer and his pleasure and arousal grew. I watched as he turned into a whimpering, drooling mess.

His eyes fluttered. I bit him, licked him, and kissed him.

Using him until my cock couldn’t take it anymore. Releasing my cum, my seed deep inside him. He orgasmed with me, a guttural and almost voiceless moan, half gasping for air, half a yelp.

I waited until I was empty, my cock throbbing and twitching inside him.

There was nothing left of him. Just a drooling mess, all of his mind, consciousness, and personality, sealed into the sigil etched over his womb.

Nothing but lust and instinct. The desire and need to please, only the slut that he always wished to be.

Collapsing on top of him, I touched the cursed design. It had changed color, turning purple and pink. It looked lovely against his pale skin. With a bite and a kiss, the two of us fell asleep, part of me dreaming of the way his belly would grow and his tits would fill with milk.

A little grope of his tits, and he moaned, calling my name in his sleep.

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[magisteramentia]

My little toy ordered a pizza.

My little toy has a drop trigger.

My little toy is unaware of what happens after I trigger him.

I ordered my little toy to slide his lush inside his cunt for me to control.

I woke up my little toy.

He is now waiting for a pizza while I control his cunt.

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[magisteramentia]

Relaxation Induction

(CW Hypnotic language, just a relaxation induction without any triggers and with a wakener)

This is a short induction, something to help you relax.

To help you let go.

So start by getting comfortable

Stretch your arms

Your legs

Move your neck,

Slowly let all that tension go

Breathe slowly

Taking a deep breathe

And slowly

Little by little

Letting go

Follow my words and let go

Again

Breathing slowly

Breathing in

Beat by bit

And slowly

Letting go

Breathing out

Little by little

Every breath feeling better

Relaxing

Letting your mind drift

Just following these words

Slipping into that familiar

Comfortable

Relaxed feeling

Of going into trance

Gently and slowly

With each breath,

Sinking deeper and deeper

Into a comfortable trance

Your body sinking

Your arms and legs going limp

Just following my words

As I slowly pull you deeper into a comfortable

Safe

Relaxed space.

Each breath relaxing you deeper

letting yourself go

enjoyably letting yourself sink

Letting it all fade away

Just focusing on my words

drifting gently

Deeper inside your mind

Feeling content

And each time you read these words

You can more easily

Drift back here

Into this relaxed

Comfortable space

This pleasant and warm state

Inside your mind

Deep inside your mind

And slowly coming back up again

All relaxed

Comfortable

Full of energy

Slowly coming back up

With each line

Going up

And

Slowly

Gently

Waking up

Breathe slowly, all full of energy.

Wide awake.

All comfortable and awake, look around you, and slowly start moving.

I hope you enjoyed this little trance.

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[magisteramentia]

The Maid’s debt. Pt. 3.

Pt 1 - Pt 2

It was hard for Cindy to look at Mr. Ramirez. He was never improper towards her. Always dressed sharp despite only working in his house.

He was a gentleman.

But still, all week, whenever she looked up from her laptop, all she could picture was how he could “discipline” Elizabeth.

It also fucked up her nights.

Barely getting any sleep as she recalled the image of the young maid getting flogged and spanked by the lady of the house. her hands tied, her exposed labia and clit and…

“Everything okay, Cindy?” Mr. Ramirez said from behind his desk.

Cindy nodded and produced a meek, “hmm?”

“You seem flustered,” he said getting up from his seat and approaching her.

Cindy could feel her blood coming all the way to his face. She had seen him get close to him, in her dreams, grabbing her arms above her head, pushing him against the books in the library.

And yet, Mr. Ramirez simply touched her forehead.

“You don’t seem to have a fever, but we better make sure.” He stretched. The light outside was fading while snow fell outside.

“Did you bring a change of clothes?” He asked as he peered out the window.

“Sorry?” Cindy said, her eyes wide as her mind shut down.

“For the night.” He said looking into her eyes. They were deep and dark. “The forecast was that there would be a lot of snow and I told you I might not be able to drive you, remember?”

Cindy tried to keep a poker face as she tried to remember what she had packed that morning.

Did she pack her pajamas and her old Scorpions t-shirt? Or did she pack the pink baby doll that she had bought on a whim last week?

There was no answer. She simply nodded.

“Good.” He said and went for the door, “I think Elizabeth will have dinner shortly. That’s enough for today, we can recover some time next week.”

Cindy sat in the chair and peered over the window overlooking the forest. The world was white outside, and yet she was burning inside.

“Melting.” She said to herself with a giggle followed by a frustrated groan.

She was a puddle in her underpants, and it was distracting. She was behind on her duties and despite the softness in Mr. Ramirez, she hated to disappoint him.

And worse of all, she would have to stay the night with them. Frustrated, and yet, just a few doors away from them.

Alone in the office, Cindy touched her chest. Maybe she could just walk up to one of those doors, open it, and wait for them to-

“Cindy?” Mr. Ramirez voice echoed.

“I’m coming.” She said. Fuck, She certainly wasn’t coming that night. She thought.

Dejected she joined Mr. Ramirez in a silent dinner, Elizabeth waited by the side, with her perfect maid uniform that hid a latex bodysuit underneath.

“Yes, Cindy?” Elizabeth said.

Shit, she had been staring at her. “Uhm, nothing, you look lovely tonight.” Cindy said.

Elizabeth smiled. “Why, thank you,” she lifted her hand and pulled her hair behind her ears, she was wearing a few piercings with chains that connected to earrings.

Cindy also saw for the first time, that under her white collar of a maid, she was wearing a leather collar, slightly out of place.

“Where is Mrs. Ramirez? Wont she join us tonight?” Cindy said trying to stop staring at Elizabeth with her cute, blushing smile.

Mr. Ramirez looked at Elizabeth and then at Cindy, he moved his head in thought, “she is currently indisposed. Maybe tomorrow morning she will join us for breakfast.”

And that was it. Elizabeth stood by the side, silent and perfect. Mr. Ramirez cleaned his plate and handed it to the maid for cleaning.

There was not a single improper movement. It was almost, normal.

Cindy handed her plate to Elizabeth.

“Good night, Cindy,” Mr. Ramirez said as he left the kitchen, “If you need anything else, please ask Elizabeth before she retreats for the night.”

Elizabeth audibly moaned.

Mr. Ramirez stared at her.

“Good night, Elizabeth.” He said.

“Good night, Master.” She said.

And with that he left.

Cindy was left alone with Elizabeth, once again. But she did not know what to do, her mind was racing. She knew their secret. She knew she was going to serve him tonight.

Her mind wandered.

Cindy coughed and dared to move.

“When he said anything…” Cindy said in a voice a bit louder than a whisper.

Elizabeth froze in place and gulped.

“Do you wish me to do anything for you…” She left the plates on the strainer, “Mistress?”

Cindy felt something warm grow in her. After a frustrating week she could barely hold it back.

She took two steps towards her.

“I can ask anything of you, is that right?” She said standing by the counter.

“Yes,” Elizabeth said looking at the floor, “Mistress.”

“If I told you to-“ Cindy began.

“As long as it’s before 9o’clock.” She interjected. “Then I have to retreat for the night.”

Cindy felt the warm grow in her, something like anger. “Don’t. Interrupt me. Understand?” She said, taking a step closer towards the maid.

“Yes, Mistress.” Elizabeth said.

Cindy smiled. “Good girl.” She said. Elizabeth moaned, her eyes fluttered. Cindy took note of that.

“If I told you to kiss me-“

Elizabeth closed the gap. Cindy returned the kiss, grabbing the maid by the nape of her neck. A kiss that tasted of the strawberry in Elizabeth’s gloss, and of the chocolate that they had as dessert.

Cindy grasped Elizabeth’s hair and pulled her back, breaking the kiss, gasping and moaning.

“I told you not to interrupt me.” Cindy moaned.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” Elizabeth said shaking.

“Kiss me.” Cindy ordered.

“Yes, Mistress.” Elizabeth jumped to the order once again, kissing the young intern on her neck, opening her blouse.

She went lower.

“Grab me,” Cindy ordered.

Elizabeth’s hands went over her body, grasping and fondling over the clothes. The latex gloves were cold to the touch, but they were glossy and gave her a feeling like Cindy had never felt. She could get used to that feeling.

Moaning, Cindy led the maid down her body. Enjoying every second of it. She was wet. She was needy. And she also needed to undo her pants to have Elizabeth finger her.

Elizabeth kissed every inch of exposed skin in Cindy. Her cleavage, the small beauty mark just on top of her right breast. She unbuttoned her blouse and kissed her midriff, her navel.

She kept going lower, Cindy tried to pull down her pants, but the maid stopped her, “Let me, Mistress.” Elizabeth slid her latex clad hand under her pants, under her panties.

Cindy moaned.

Elizabeth’s fingers were cold at first, but slowly they felt warm. The latex was not exactly unfamiliar over her clit. It reminded her of her exes, rubbing their condom covered cocks on her clit.

But Elizabeth’s fingers were nimble, more dexterous, they danced over her pussy. Elizabeth breathed hard as Cindy moaned.

“Kiss me.” Cindy demanded, and the maid obliged.

The young maid kept pleasing her mistress, teasing her, she was just on the verge of the orgasm, tasting her lips, leaning over the kitchen counter.

“Fuck.” Cindy breathed as they broke the kiss.

“Fuck,” She repeated, as she thrust her hips into Elizabeth’s hand, “Fuck! Make me cum.” She ordered.

Elizabeth gave her a satisfied grin, “As you wish, Mistress.” And her fingers began rubbing her faster. Making small circles, pressing harder.

Cindy felt her body shaking, her hips instinctively grinding the air and the maid’s hand.

She was losing her breath. The stars were so close.

The grandfather clock chimed. The bells echoing nine times through the house.

Elizabeth froze in place.

She pulled out her hand from Cindy’s pussy, wet, she licked her hand and turned to leave. Her eyes were distant.

“Good night, Miss Cindy.” And with that Elizabeth walked into the dark corridors of the old house.

Cindy was left gasping, holding for her life the kitchen counter, half naked.

“What the fuck was that.” She said trying to catch her breath.

Her pussy was burning, and she felt pressure on her head. Frustration. Neediness.

“Fuck! Was! That!” She repeated as she tried to fix herself, rushing out the kitchen to follow the maid.

Elizabeth was going up the stairs already. But she didn’t walk into her room.

Instead Cindy saw that the maid knocked on the Ramirez’s door.

Mr. Ramirez opened the door, “Come in, Elizabeth,” He said.

“Yes, Master.” The maid replied in a sheepish voice and walked in.

Cindy tried to move as slowly as possible, her pants and blouse still open. The house felt chilly, but she was very warm and angry. Feeling like a live wire she walked up the creaky stairs and stopped just outside the Ramirez’s room.

She tried to hear for anything. There were some sounds, moving around. Muffled voices. But mostly, the silence of an old house.

Curiosity got the best of her. Cindy tried the knob on the door. It gave way and she opened the door just slightly, as quietly as she could.

Elizabeth was kneeling on the floor. Mr. Ramirez was standing by the side of his bed.

And Mrs. Ramirez. She was tied, blindfolded and gagged, a vibrator between her legs.

Elizabeth began to take off Mr. Ramirez clothes, beginning by his belt, the professor took off his tie and placed it over his wife. “I will be with you in a moment, dear.” He said, there was only a muffled response from her part.

Cindy also noted that she was wearing clamps on her nipples. How long had she stayed like that, kneeling on the bed, tied, teased and wet.

That towering woman, reduced to a lump of meat waiting to get fucked by her husband.

Cindy knelt on the floor, her mouth open as she watched Elizabeth pull over her Master’s cock from his pants.

“So, that’s what it looks like.” She muttered to herself, one hand going to her sensitive clit.

Elizabeth opened kissed him with reverence, it was almost like a ritual, licking him from below and waiting for him like he was her god. The moment he pushed the head of his cock down her, she closed her eyes and began to bob and lick him.

Cindy tried to follow their pace, flicking her clit as she watched Elizabeth get face fucked.

Mr. Ramirez grabbed the maid by her collar and pulled her up, he kissed her and threw her over the bed, next to his wife.

“You have done a good job this week, Elizabeth, you deserve a reward.”

“Thank you, Master,” She said, moaning and spreading her ass with her hands.

“Can you listen to this, dear?” He said, grabbing his wife’s head.

Mrs. Ramirez nodded her head.

“I’m going to reward her. Can you wait for me a little more?” He pushed his cock inside the young maid’s ass. Elizabeth moaned.

Mrs. Ramirez struggled against her bindings but nodded in defeat.

“Be a good girl and help her a little bit,” Mr. Ramirez said and led Elizabeth’s head between his wife’s pussy.

Cindy stared at all of this, she was so close, she wanted to cum. But she could not dare. She wanted to, she wanted to.

She released a soft whimper.

Elizabeth opened her eyes and looked towards the door.

They stared at each other for a second. Then the maid winked at her just before her Master slapped her ass, “Eat her.” He said and Elizabeth closed her eyes once again and devotedly licked Mrs. Ramirez pussy.

Cindy stopped moving. She saw her. Elizabeth saw her and she had broken one of the rules of the house.

She crawled back to her room, silently, trying not to make a single sound over the wooden floors.

Finally she closed the door and rushed to find that gift Elizabeth had left the first time she showed the room.

She had seen them. She had broken one of their rules.

Cindy turned on the vibrator and pushed it against her clit.

She had seen them, their intimacy, their life behind the closed door. The way Elizabeth served them. The way she was punished.

She turned the vibration harder.

The way they had punished Elizabeth that first night after she broke that rule, getting spanked.

And his cock. His cock fucking her pussy.

Cindy pushed the vibrator against her clit, making her shiver, finally breaking her orgasm through her whole body, laying against the door, shaking as she squirted all over the floor.

Cindy gasped and convulsed as her orgasm receded. She needed to be punished.

Surely she was going to be punished.

~~~

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[magisteramentia]

Hypnovember #9 - Compliance

The following induction is an experiment.

CW: This is an induction with the intent of submission. It suggests edging, desire to go back to this induction, and the suggestion/order to beg for an orgasm. It’s a pleasure induction that wants you to edge as you repeat a given mantra. Read with caution and enjoy.

You found the warning and kept reading.

We both know this is what you want.

After all Compliance is such a beautiful word.

At this point it is so beautiful to just surrender

You look for this every day

That feeling

That desire to submit

To Drop

To Comply

To Obey

It’s almost a need.

You desire to follow orders

You seek for people to please

You want to obey

And you keep reading

You want this

You need this

You desire this

To submit

To surrender

To drop and obey

It’s so easy for you

At this point just reading the words

Drop

Deeper

You comply

You obey

And submit

You drop

Deeper and deeper

You keep reading

You comply and submit

Falling deeper and deeper

Reading and obeying

It’s so relaxing to do so

Simply obeying, simply submitting

It’s so relaxing to obey

It’s a pleasant sensation

You obey and you get rewarded

You have conditioned yourself to please

You search for someone to submit

Someone to reward you with pleasure

But obeying is it’s own reward.

Because when you comply

When someone tells you what a good pet you are

You feel that rush

You feel the pleasure

You feel the serotonin take over you

And so you comply

You obey

You surrender

You keep reading

It is so pleasant

To submit

To read

To do what you are told

It’s so relaxing

Not having to think.

Letting someone else think for you

You surrender your will

You surrender to the orders

And you it gives you pleasure

It feels so good to just let go

It feels so good to submit

It feels so good to comply

It feels so good to obey

Repeat with me

It feels so good to let go

It feels so good to submit

It feels so good to comply

It feels so good to obey

And you repeat it over and over again

It feels so good to let go

It feels so good to submit

It feels so good to comply

It feels so good to obey

It gives you so much pleasure

And as you obey

As you comply

As you surrender

You fall deeper and deeper

And it feels even better to submit

It feels even better to obey

As you fall deeper and deeper

It feels even better to comply

As you fall deeper and deeper

It feels even better to surrender

You want to submit

You want to feel that pleasure

The pleasure you feel when someone orders you to edge

The pleasure you feel when you comply

I want you to keep reading

And obey

You want to submit

You want to comply

Feel that pleasure surging through your body

Let your hands wander

Feel your fingers going down

Going lower

You can touch yourself

You can pleasure yourself

You want to obey

You want to submit

Let your pleasure take over you

Let pleasure take over your mind

All that matters is pleasure

You are pleasure

You were made for pleasure

You were made to please

You were made to obey

All that matters is pleasure

You were made to obey

You were made to please

Let pleasure take control of your mind

Let your mind follow that pleasure

Let it follow that desire

Feel yourself falling deeper

Obeying my words

Falling deeper and deeper

You were made for pleasure

You were made to please

You were made to obey

You are pleasure

You are obedient.

I want you to let your pleasure think for you

As pleasure is obedience

Surrender to that pleasure

Surrender and obey

Edge for me

Follow that desire for submission

Edge for me

Be a good pet and edge

Edge and repeat

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

Keep reading as you pleasure yourself

As you edge for me

My obedient pet

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

Edge and comply

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

Be a good pet and repeat as you edge.

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

Let your pleasure take over your mind

Surrender

Edge and repeat

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

Going deeper and deeper as you repeat

Deeper as you edge

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

And this time

You will remember my words

You will remember your mantra

Repeat it every time you edge

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

Repeat and edge

You will come back and reread

Because you want to obey.

You want to surrender.

You will come back and reread

And fall deeper each time you read it

You’ll fall deeper for me every time you edge

You’ll surrender and become a pleasure slave

Deeper and deeper

Surrender and become my pleasure slave

Repeat as you edge

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

But this time you will not cum.

You will search for my permission

Be honest

And tell me you want permission.

Tell me what is it you want.

Send me an ask, or a DM

Edge and repeat

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

Tell me what you desire

Tell me you want to cum

Comply and you will be rewarded

Be a good pet, and beg.

A good pleasure slave.

Slowly

And still edging.

You will come back

Going up

Slowly

Carefully

You’ll feel needy

You’ll feel horny

Since you don’t have permission to cum

But you can come back slowly

You will be able to type

You will be able to surrender and submit

And you will remember your mantra

I am pleasure

I was made for pleasure

I was made to please

I was made to obey

I was made to please

I’m an obedient pet

You will remember that you have to ask for permission to cum

You will want to come back and re-read this another time.

You will want to deepen your programming

Becoming a better pet

A better pleasure slave

Slowly coming back up

Remember what you have to do

Remember to edge and beg

Remember to come back and read this again.

Remember to go deeper every time.

But for now

Slowly

Come back up for me

Obey and slowly come back

Feeling relaxed

Needy

Horny

But slowly more and more awake

Be a good pet and slowly wake up

Be a good pleasure slave and obey

Come to your senses and comply.

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[magisteramentia]

A Maid’s Debt (Part 2)

(Part 1)

Cindy tried to put Alexandra out of her mind. Focusing on the tasks at hand. She was already late for work on her first day. Rushing to get dressed she choose her outfit without thinking and ran to catch the bus.

Barely getting there before the bus departed, she finally managed to take a second to breath, calm down and grab a seat by the window.

It was at that moment when she realized what her subconscious picked up to meet her new boss.

She looked down and she could see a white, semi-transparent blouse. Underneath she was wearing a pink lace bra that she, and everyone in the bus could see.

Her face turned red and a single thought gave her a silver lining that made her smile. At least now everything matches.

Pink bra, a light pink blazer that she hugged to hide away and the pink pants that she had prepared last night.

Her subconscious had great fashion sense.

Cindy took out her sunglasses, and watched the city blend into the suburbs. One thought on loop took over her mind, did her underwear matched all of her outfit?

The bus made the last stop in the outskirts of the city. Mr. Ramirez was already waiting for her to drive the last stretch home.

“How was the commute?” Mr. Ramirez said opening the door for her. He had a cute smile under his graying hair and was wearing a white shirt under a gray jacket and matching gray pants.

Cindy gave him a halfhearted smile and closed her jacket.

“That’s an interesting lipstick color.” He added once they got into the car.

Cindy pulled down the mirror and saw the bright red lipstick on her reflection.

“I-” She averted her eyes and made herself small, “I wanted to make a good impression.” She said with a meek voice.

Mr. Ramirez smiled at her. “It did.”

They drove in silence listening to soft jazz on the radio. Cindy took this time to breathe and calm herself.

When they got to the house Mr. Ramirez got off the car and stopped.

“Hey, this is a bit embarrassing, do you mind going in first? I was supposed to pick up some supplies when I picked you up, but I forgot. Make yourself at home, I left some documents that need to be transcribed. You could help me with that.”

Cindy nodded while Mr. Ramirez jumped back on the car. She walked towards the door and before she could reach the knob, it opened.

Behind the door was a young woman, about her age, She had short black hair, pale skin and long eyelashes. Around her neck she was wearing a white choker with a black opal. And then there were the pair of gold earrings.

And then there was the maid outfit. It was form fit to her slender body. Showing just the perfect amount of cleavage. Cindy would have thought it was a fetish outfit if it wasn’t for the fact that the skirt went all the way down to her ankles.

The young woman stood a bit taller than her, she said “Yes?”

Cindy shook her head, getting her attention rapt out of the maid’s cleavage.

“Hi,” She cleared her throat, “I’m Cindy, Mr. Ramirez new assistant and intern.”

The maid gave her a Mona Lisa smile, “This way,” she said and led the way.

“Mr. Ramirez told me about you,” The woman walked ahead of her, there was something entrancing about the way she walked, it was almost erotic. The way she swayed her hips. And Cindy was almost sure she was wearing heels under that long skirt. She could hear the clicking on the wooden floor, “Let me show you around.”

Cindy saw most of the house the previous day, but she could not say no to her.

“You know the foyer, but you already know that.” She said with a little giggle.

Room by room she followed the maid. There was something odd about her. She listened to her, “This is the kitchen… the basement… the bathroom…” but didn’t really pay attention.

Finally she noticed, every time she pointed to a new room, she saw the black latex gloves. Not the kind you wear for washing the dishes.

They finished the first floor and when she was about to go upstairs, Cindy grabbed her gloved hand, it was incredibly smooth and shiny.

“Sorry, I just have a few questions.” Cindy said without letting go of her hand.

The maid smiled, “Yes?”

Cindy felt a bit lost in her expression, she was gorgeous. “Right, uhm, sorry, but I don’t think I heard your name.”

The maid’s eyes went wide, “Silly me, I forgot. My name is Elizabeth.” She said and made a little twirl, “I’m the maid, but I think that’s obvious.”

“Nice to meet you Elizabeth.” Cindy said and curtsied.

Elizabeth giggled, covering her mouth.

“There was another thing I almost forgot. There are some rules.”

Cindy nodded. “Right of course.”

“The Masters are really strict about them, so please don’t forget to follow them. Please follow me and pay attention.”

Cindy followed Elizabeth upstairs, she could see the shinny black heels that the maid was wearing as she climbed the steps.

“First,” The maid said, “You can use any of the facilities as you please, Master is really proud of his library.”

There was that word again, Master. Did they really make poor Elizabeth talk to them that way.

“But” Elizabeth continued, “Please don’t go into the basement. If there is any problem you can come look for me.”

They reached the end of the stairs, “This is my room.” Then she turned and with a very serious, and very out of place expression in her doll-like face, Elizabeth said, “Under no circumstances go in. Understood?”

Cindy gulped and nodded.

“Not even if you hear odd notices. Or even if it’s half open. Ok?”

“Yes,” Cindy said meekly.

Then the maid smiled.

“Good, let’s keep going then. This is the Masters’ bedroom. Try to avoid it if possible. They are very particular about their privacy, you know? Trying to keep their daily lives and work separate.”

“This is the study, you already know that.” Elizabeth said, and kept walking, “On that note, please don’t talk about work stuff outside of that room. Mistress get’s really annoyed when Master does that.”

Cindy liked the idea and the rules so far, respecting their privacy, no talk about job outside the office. That was great, and it would help her decompress once she was done working or if she needed a break.

“And this,” Elizabeth said, opening a door at the end of the hallway “Is your room.”

“I’m sorry?” Cindy said a bit freaked out.

“Master said to prepare the guest room for you.” Elizabeth said getting inside, “The workload can be overwhelming at times and he is very strict, but also the weather can mess up with the busses and trains, making it difficult to go back to the city. That’s the reason I live here.”

It made sense, and Mast- Mr. Ramirez said something about that during the interview.

“You don’t know how much money I have saved working for them.” Elizabeth continued, “Soon enough I’m going to take a very long vacation and travel the world. They were even kind enough to make the reservation for me in advance.”

“That’s very nice. Where are you going.”

“I don’t know yet. Everywhere?”

Cindy raised an eyebrow with concern.

“I mean, I want to travel the world. Always wanted to.” She fluffed the pillow and talked, “Maybe work and travel, I would like to start in Japan.”

Cindy relaxed and nodded “Working as a maid?”

Elizabeth giggled, “Maybe, like in a maid cafe? But no, I was thinking about using my degree.”

“You have a degree?”

“Of course I do. I paid my student debts working for the Ramirez.”

Her hands went up to her lips.

“Please don’t tell Master I made such a blunder.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell.”Cindy hugged her and patted her back, but the question remained, “Say, what did you study then?”

“I’m an English mayor.” Elizabeth said.

An old clock began to chime.

“Shit, is it already this late?” Elizabeth broke the embrace. “I need to get to make lunch and then dinner. Otherwise I will be punished. Thanks for keeping the secret. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem.” But before Elizabeth left Cindy called out to her, “Elizabeth, sorry, but, I don’t really know what is it that you want me to keep secret.”

“Oh,” Elizabeth stopped and looked over the corridor, and answered in almost a whisper, “Please don’t tell Master that I referred to him by name.”

After that she rushed down, her heels clicking all the way.

Cindy felt a bit nervous. That must have been a joke. No way they could be ‘that’ strict, right?

She shook her head and decided to check out the room. It was quite spacious, there was a double bed, with white pillows and white covers. She had a small desk, a bookcase with a mix of psychology and literature books.

A nightstand by the bed with a reading lamp. She pulled on the drawer expecting to find a King James Bible like it was a hotel room. She found quite the opposite.

There was massager wand.

She blushed and closed it.

“Maybe it’s for back pains.” She said out loud.

She heard a car pull over the driveway. Mr. Ramirez was back, her window looked over the garage and she could see him get out of the car and waving at her.

She waved back, still feeling flustered.

Cindy met Mr. Ramirez at his office, a bit more calmed down.

“Did you get to meet Elizabeth?” He said, opening the door of the study.

Cindy nodded. “Yes she showed me around.”

“Excellent, did she explain the rules?”

“Yes, she was very… warm and kind.”

“That’s Elizabeth for you, shame we will have to let go of her soon. It’s so hard to find someone Alexandra likes.”

Cindy sat down in a desk by the corner, “Uhm,” She said meekly.

“Well then, let’s get to work.“

Cindy tried to say something about the thing she found in one of the drawers of her room, but once she saw him focus on the task ahead she sighed and began to work on the data sheets in front of her space.

Maybe at lunch.

It was gruesome work. Going over interviews, interpreting them, putting everything over spreadsheets. But she focused and grinded.

There was a knock at the door.

“Master?” it was Elizabeth.

Cindy looked over the cloock. It was already past noon.

“Master?” Elizabeth knocked again.

Mr. Ramirez stretched in place and looked at his clock as well, “Come in.”

Elizabeth came through the door and bowed, “Lunch is ready Mr. Ramirez.”

“Thank you Elizabeth,” He said, “We will be down shortly.”

Before she left she looked at Cindy and winked.

Cindy smiled.

Mr. Ramirez stood up, “Let’s get down and get something to eat, as long as you work here it’s my treat, besides, Elizabeth is an amazing cook.”

He let Cindy walk ahead.

Going down stairs she could smell the food. The aroma was spicy and delicious.

“Today I made something a bit Mexican, from the time we went to Mexico, Master.”

Mr. Ramirez approached Elizabeth and patted her head.

“You just wanted to show off.” He said, “Great work.”

Elizabeth closed her eyes, “Thank you, Master.”

Cindy winced, every time she heard Elizabeth refer to him like that made her shiver. She looked like a pet.

“You said you went to Mexico? With them?” Cindy said trying to get her mind away from it.

“Yes,” She said excited, “Master had to go and give some lectures and do some research. They brought me along. I learned so much. About the culture, cooking. Even learnt some Spanish.”

Mr. Ramirez sat down next to Cindy.

“We paid for everything of course.”

“Of course,” Cindy said and tried the food. “God, this is delicious.”

“Thank you” Elizabeth said, “An old lady taught me how to make the Pollo con Mole” she even said it with the perfect inflection.

“Speaking about that.” Mr. Ramirez said, he almost moaned when he took a bite of the chicken coated in the black chocolate.

“I have to go back in a few months from now, the university is asking me if I can speak about my research again. Would you like to go?”

Elizabeth blushed. “Master, you know I will be gone by then.”

Mr. Ramirez smiled, “I know, I wasn’t talking about you. I meant Cindy. You know Spanish, right? I could use some assistance while I’m there.”

Cindy was caught with her mouth full.

“Of course I will take care of all the expenses.” Then he winked at Elizabeth, “Also, it was worth a shot.”

Cindy gulped down her bite. “I will think about it.” She said.

Mr. Ramirez went back to eating. Everything was going so fast.

“Well back to work,” He said and Elizabeth picked up his dishes.

Cindy enjoyed the last bites of her plate, “I will wait for you upstairs,” and with that he was gone.

He would have to talk about that later.

Maybe at dinner.

Elizabeth picked up her plate.

Or maybe right now.

“Say, there was this… uhm… thing in one of the drawers of my room…”

Elizabeth smiled at her, “That ‘thing’” she winked at her, “I left it there, I hope you enjoy it.”

Cindy blushed.

“Oh, did I overstep?” Elizabeth tried to hide her face. “Please don’t-”

“I won’t tell, don’t worry.” Cindy said reassuring her.

“This is the second mistake I did today. Please don’t tell them. It’s just,” Elizabeth was sort of shivering, “I thought you would like it, you know, if you get stuck here and sometimes things get very stressful with work, and maybe you would get lonely and-”

“Don’t worry,” Cindy said, “I just thought it was a bit odd.”

Elizabeth nodded. Her perfect mascara was running.

“Look, I have to go back to work, you should fix yourself before they see you like that, if they are as strict as you say.”

Elizabeth took out a small handkerchief from one of the pockets of her dress and cleaned her face.

“Master is very kind and he won’t punish me unless he has to, and I prefer his to the when Mistress does it.”

“You mean Alexandra?”

“Yes, Mistress, uhm. I can’t tell you more about it. I will get in trouble. Please, just don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t” Cindy reassured her for the third time. “I’ve to work. See you later.”

Elizabeth left the dishes and went to the bathroom downstairs.

Cindy went upstairs and brushed her teeth in the bathroom next to her room. When she came out she heard another card pull over.

She peered out of the window of her room, Alexandra climbed out of the car and walked into the house.

Before Cindy walked into the office, she heard Alexandra’s voice echo through the house, “Elizabeth?”

“She sounds displeased,” Mr. Ramirez said before Cindy sat down.

Cindy didn’t know what to answer.

He let out a sigh and kept typing on his computer.

“Mr. Ramirez?”

“Yes?” He said as he looked over some documents.

“Is Elizabeth going to be alright?”

He lifted his eyes from the papers he was holding, he looked confused and then the realization dawned on him, “Is this about Elizabeth?”

“Yes?” Cindy answered meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, my wife can be a bit stern, but she cares about Elizabeth very deeply.”

Then he went back to his computer, “Now, if you don’t mind, we still have some work to do. If you want I can drive you home after we are done with this batch.”

Cindy nodded and went back to typing.

But Mr. Ramirez stopped writing, “One more thing, the rules apply as much as on the house as in the studio. Don’t concern yourself with the outside world, focus on the task at hand. We have much work to do.”

Cindy gulped. She didn’t want to get on his bad side on the first day. So she went back to her work, she plugged her earphones and focused on the grind.

Time passed quickly. The grandfather clock began to chime and the world outside was getting darker.

Mr. Ramirez dropped his pen on the desk and stretched. “I think that’s enough for today.” He said.

Cindy did the same. Her neck cracked, her wrists hurt and she was so tired of being sitting all day.

“I’m afraid that we will probably not be having dinner together tonight. Why don’t you go ahead and wait for me downstairs while I clean wrap this up before I drive you home?”

“Thank you Mr. Ramirez.” Cindy said as she began to pick up her stuff.

Then his phone began to ring.

“Shit.” He said, “Excuse my language. Do you mind waiting outside. This is a private call, I wasn’t expecting them to call me back so soon.”

Cindy nodded, she was curious.

“Is everything okay?” She said picking up her bag.

“Yes, yes.” He said and pulled up some sheets and turned on his computer again, “It’s just a client from my private practice. A corporation interested in my research.”

“I see,” Cindy said, it was not unheard of, a lot of marketing companies funded psychological research.

“We are still figuring out the kinks, so I am not afraid to discuss any of it with you, but after we are done with that maybe I can get you on board.” He stood up and opened the door for Cindy.

“I can order a car, if you are busy.” Cindy said as she walked out.

“Nonsense. I don’t think it will take long.” With that Mr. Ramirez closed the door.

Cindy was left in the dark corridor, she could hear his muffled voice through the walls and door. They weren’t very thick.

For privacy’s sake she went on her way downstairs.

But as she walked on the creaky boards she heard someone whimpering.

She stopped.

Then there was a loud noise. Like something cracking.

She looked around. There was a soft light coming from the other end of the corridor. From Elizabeth’s room.

The whimpering grew louder.

Cindy tried to walk as silently as possible over the wooden floors.

The door to Elizabeth’s room was slightly open, letting the soft yellow light spill over the floor.

There was another crack. Another whimper.

Cindy knew the rules. But the door was open. And she was sure Elizabeth was in distress.

She approached the door and pushed it just slightly.

Inside she could see Alexandra, standing tall, her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing latex boots, a latex corset and latex gloves. And nothing else.

In her hand she was wielding a long black whip.

She cracked the whip again.

Then she recognized Elizabeth voice, whimpering.

She tried to take a look inside, pushing the door a bit more.

Bending on her waist, was another woman, her ass was red, her legs coated in black latex were shaking. The rest of her body was coated in latex too.

Alexandra cracked her whip another time.

Elizabeth voice whimpered. She could see her outline. But her face was covered in a latex hood.

Finally she noticed what she was saying as she whimpered.

“Ten”

She was counting the lashes with her mouth gagged under the latex hood.

Alexandra took out a small dollop of cream and began to spread it across Elizabeth’s red ass.

“This hurts me more than it hurts you,” Alexandra said, Cindy highly doubted it.

“Because I know how much you love it.” She added, shoving two fingers inside Elizabeth’s exposed cunt.

“If you didn’t love it so much, you would not make mistakes everyday.”

Cindy saw how wet Elizabeth was. She could see her dripping through her legs, to the floor.

She could hear the moaning.

And she felt something burn inside of her.

While Alexandra had her full bush, Elizabeth was smooth.

Also, Alexandra was dripping with lust as well.

The woman spanked the maid with her open palm.

Elizabeth moaned.

“Just wait until your Master comes here. Until he comes here and you have to see me cum on his cock. Wait until he fills you up and cums inside your pussy as you clean mine.”

Elizabeth moaned.

“But I’m afraid you wont get to cum.” Alexandra caressed the maid’s ass, “Only good girls get to cum.”

Elizabeth whimpered.

“Obedient girls get to cum.” Alexandra spanked her.

“Loyal, submissive girls, get to cum.” Alexandra smacked her hand against her ass again.

“You have to earn it.” She said and slid her gloved fingers over Elizabeth’s dick.

Elizabeth whimpered, moaned, Cindy didn’t know.

Cindy stared intently, one hand was already under her blazer, pulling on her nipples.

The other one was on her way down her legs…

There was the creak of a door and light coming out from Mr. Ramirez office.

Cindy freaked out and close the door without thinking. And she was sure she met Alexandra’s eyes, smiling, as she did it.

She went ran down the stairs, the wooden floors creaking under her steps.

Mr. Ramirez came down, slowly, taking his time, he found her sitting on a couch in the living room, flustered, looking at her phone.

“Everything okay?” He said.

“YES.” She said almost yelling, her eyes darted over her body, her blazer was open and he could see her pink bra under the semi-transparent white blouse.

Her nipples were poking the fabric.

He coughed.

“I think it’s a bit chilly outside,” He said opening the entrance door, “I think you should fix your jacket.”

Cindy did. She was blushing. And she could not stoop.

She climbed Mr. Ramirez car and he drove away to the city.

All the way they remained in silence.

All the way Cindy could not stop thinking about Elizabeth, Alexandra, and Mr. Ramirez cock.

~~~

(Part 3)

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I always strive to write something where submission is willingly given. Where someone surrenders and yields to their own desires, but also to their dominant.

But take it a little step into the darkness and that element becomes corrupted. Their own desires turned into something to take control, and the thing that I love the most of playing with this concept is…

Using the desires of one, to corrupt a couple.

And from a few days ago, I cannot take it off my mind. This concept, this idea… The idea of taking control of a sub and having them kneel before me, swearing that they would bring me their lover, their boyfriend or spouse. Have them swear that the two of them will submit to my will, have them wear matching collars, and leashes. Pulling them by the neck to service me.

Getting to their place, and finding how the first sub has blindfolded and tied their lover with a little bow around his hard cock. Rewarding the first sub by letting them fuck their lover, listening to them moan and watching them drool. My hand around their neck, telling them what a great job they have done, turning their most important person into another one of my toys.

“Good boy,” I will whisper into their ear, as I stroke them, rub them to their deserved orgasm.

Watching both of them whimper and beg, to be allowed to cum.

I let them, their pleasure in my hands, their release and above all, their desire.

I let them cum and have them panting for me, the night is young, I can take my time breaking both of them.

Leaning in, I praise them and say, “Good toys.”

#magister amentia #hypnokink #corruption kink #magisteramentia #the magister talks #evil hypnotist mode #this is just a fantasy #and you know who you are that made me really hot and flustered thinking about doing this

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Hypnovember #10 - Recruit

The streets were cold, but Sandy endured. Dressed in the uniform of her church she handed out pamphlets on a corner.

Despite so many men stopping by to talk to her (and even a few girls), few stayed after she began talking to them about the church. One of those few was the boy she was talking to right now. She had to admit he was cute but she could not quite remember his name, was it Oliver? Jimmy? She could not remember, but he was attentive and respectful unlike many others that had tried to grab her ass under her miniskirt.

He was quite interested in her faith, so she leaned, pressing her breasts against his arm.

“What do you say I bring you to my church and we can talk in depth about this?” She said with a smile.

“Sure,” He wore such a cute smile that made Sandy quiver in her legs.

“This way.” She led the way without letting go of his arm. It was a short walk until she found the backdoor of the church’s auditorium.

“Is this the right way?” He asked going past the alley as Sandy struggled to open the door.

“Yes, the entrance is being renewed, don’t worry about it.” She opened the door and led him to a small waiting room.

“Are you comfortable?” Sandy walked past him, “This wont take long, do you want something to drink?”

“A bottle of water would be nice..” He looked around trying to find any sort of religious imagery or anything that would help him determine where he was, an alarm was sounding in his head, but still Sandy was cute, so the risk might be worth it as long as he didn’t get sacrificed or someone stole a kidney.

He sat down on a couch and looked at Sandy bending down to pick up a bottle of water from a mini fridge.

She didn’t so much walk as she strutted his way.

She opened the water bottle in front of him.

“Say, what do you mean this wont take long?” He asked reaching for the water bottle.

“This,” She said and grabbed his hand, leading it to her chest. “It usually doesn’t take long for someone to convert once they get to know me.”

Sandy took a gulp from the water bottle and straddled him, leaving the bottle aside she grabbed his face and kissed him, making him drink from her lips.

“I mean, wouldn’t you like to join our church? We could enjoy this feeling everyday.” She said breaking the kiss and pulling off the sweater to reveal she was wearing nothing underneath.

“You could learn to enjoy this freedom,” Sandy unbuttoned his shirt, “you would not have to worry about anything but this feeling…”

Her hands reached between his legs, his member was already straining his pants. She reached, her hands were a bit cold, but it was a pleasant sensation. Sandy leaned closer, whispering, “You could just focus on this, pleasure.”

Stroking him slowly, she took another sip from the water bottle and made him drink some more.

“What do you think?” Her voice was like silk, like smoke, slithering inside his brain.

“Think?” He said, trying to make sense of what was happening right there and then.

Sandy grabbed his cock, he was hard and hot, she guided him and he noticed she was not wearing panties anymore, her wet sex against his skin felt warm and inviting.

“Yes, what do you think? Would you like to join us?” Sandy rubbed her pussy against his cock.

He strained to link his thoughts together.

“Join you?”

“Yes, my master, my sisters, you are the first man that has come in some time.”

“Come…”

“Yes, come, do you want to come?” Her voice echoed, it wasn’t loud but it was the only thing that he could think of.

“I want… I want to…” it was getting harder to think.

“Here, let me help you,” Sandy took another sip and made him drink for her lips. Each sip was better than the last, her tongue dancing inside his mouth.

“do you want to come?” She said breaking the kiss.

Sandy rose a little bit, with her hand she guided his member inside her pussy.

He groaned.

“I want to come…”

“You want to join us.” Sandy said, rocking her body on his cock.

“I want to join you.”

Sandy smiled.

“You want to submit.”

“I want to submit.” He

“Focus on this pleasure.”

“Focus on the pleasure.”

“You will submit to master.”

“I will submit to Master.”

His thoughts became her voice. It was all that mattered.

Sandy licked her lips. So close, she rubbed her clit.

“You will obey master.”

“I will obey master.”

“You will obey me.”

“I will obey.” He mustered, his mind reeling with the overwhelming sensation.

Focusing on Sandy’s voice.

Focusing on her breasts.

She rocked his body, leading him closer.

“You will suck his cock if he wants you.”

“I’ll suck his cock.”

“You will bring your friends here, you will make them like you. Like me.”

“I’ll bring them, make them like us.”

“Good boy.”

Sandy grabbed his face, kissing him.

He groaned.

“And you will cum for me.”

He felt his body tense up. His cock twitch inside Sandy.

He felt his heart beat faster. He felt his whole body trembling and his cock releasing his cum inside his mistress.

He was a good boy.

“Good boy,” She said into his ear. “I know it felt good, but this is just the first one, it will feel even better when you bring us your friends to join us.”

“Yes. Mistress.”

“Mistress…” Sandy rose up, her pussy leaking. She grabbed a dollop of cum from between her legs and tasted it, “I like that…”

#magister amentia #magisteramentia #hypnokink #mind control #brainwashing #hypnofics #hypnovember #hypnovember 2022 #hypnovember2022

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Hypnovember #8 - Infected

It’d been a long time since Sandy had a girl friend staying over. Back in highschool she wasn’t exactly miss popularity, she wasn’t a slut, but her interest ran deeper than the most promiscuous girl in her school.

But Katie didn’t need to know about that, about her dirty little secret.

Or so she thought.

A message appeared on her phone and Sandy didn’t have much of a choice. An order was an order and she had to comply.

She sat her friend in front of the computer, “Hey, Katie, would you mind over this project I’m working on…?” Sandy bit her lip nervously, she wanted her to reject her, to say no, to say that she was bored or needed to leave.

But Katie saw her nervousness and misunderstood. With a kind smile she hugged her and said, “Of course, you can ask anything of me.”

Anything. The word echoed inside Sandy’s head, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Her mind racing at the thought, “Anything,” She mumbled and shivered, anticipation taking over her.

“Thank you,” She said and caressed her back.

“Just watch this file, it should help you relax,” She pulled out a pair of earphones and hit play.

Katie focused on the screen, still smiling, she enjoyed the sounds, the colors in the screen.

Sandy felt restless, what if it didn’t work? What if she rejected it? What if-

Then she looked at Katie, her breathing had slowed down. She saw how her jaw slacked and her arms went limp.

She gulped and gently pulled one earphone away from Katie.

“How- How do you feel?” Sandy said shaking.

Katie didn’t reply at first.

“Katie, how do you feel?” Sandy said more firmly.

Katie’s vacant eyes stare was fixed on the screen.

“Hot.” She said, “I feel hot.”

“Can you tell me more, why do you feel hot?”

“You are here. I feel hot whenever I’m with you.”

Sandy felt her nervousness melt. Melting between her legs.

She licked her lips.

“I feel hot too.” She whispered and caressed her face, “Do you know what this program does?”

Katie’s lips parted, barely allowing her breath escape, “No..?”

“It’s supposed to make you docile, to lower your inhibitions.”

Sandy’s hand went down Katie’s neck, she touched her skin and slid it down to the button right between her breasts.

“Do you want me Katie?”

Katie’s breath grew faster.

“Do you want me to touch you Katie?” Sandy felt her finger tremble. The button popped free.

“Yes.” Katie closed her eyes.

“Do you want me to undress you?”

“Yes.” Katie felt Sandy’s finger caressing her breast, making tiny circles right over her bra.

“Have you wanted this for a long time, Katie?”

Sandy popped another button, and another.

“Yes.” Katie leaned back while Sandy kept unbuttoning her blouse, her chest raising and falling.

Sandy dared to get on top of her, straddling her and holding her by the waist.

She kissed her with the passion she had been holding back for years. The passion of someone that had dreamed of her best friend between her legs. The passion that made Sandy touch herself and scream her best friend’s name while cumming.

When they broke the kiss, Katie kept her mouth open and drooling over her tits.

Sandy grabbed Katie’s face, her finger playing with her earlobe, she leaned closer and whispered, “I’m going to make you mine, Katie,” She licked her ear, “Your body, your mind, you will serve me. You will please me.”

Katie moaned.

“Yes.”

Sandy pulled down Katie’s bra, cupping her breast and playing with her nipples.

“Mine,” Sandy kissed her neck.

“Yours.” Katie echoed, her voice filled with lust.

Sandy smiled, and slowly climbed down, pulling Katie’s pants and panties.

Katie had a cute little strip that went down to her pussy.

Sandy slid a finger up Katie’s dripping cunt, she pulled a silver strand and tasted her.

“And since you are mine, your body, your mind.” She knelt and spread her lips, finding her throbbing pink clit. She licked it and made Katie squirm on the chair.

“Then you will do as I say, won’t you?” Sandy pushed two fingers inside Katie’s pussy.

“Yes.” Katie moaned.

“Then, you will please my Master.” Sandy kissed Katie’s pussy, suckling on her clit.

Katie tensed up, her hands grasping for anything to grab, she moaned and shook her head. “Master?”

Sandy’s tongue played with Katie’s clit, flicking and circling as her fingers teased her from within.

“Yes,” Sandy said gasping, “My Master, I belong to Him, my body, my mind, everything belongs to Him.”

She licked her again.

Katie yelled.

“And since you are mine, you also belong to Him.”

Sandy’s fingers teased and played, Katie tried to raise, but Sandy pushed her back down, going faster, fucking her with two fingers.

“Listen, to the music and tell me you don’t want it.”

Katie tried to listen, she tried to focus, she listened to the voices in the earphone. She listened and focused on the pleasure, she focused on her desire. The voices told her to be honest, to focus on the pleasure and do as she wanted. She had to follow her desires.

“Do you want to be mine? Katie?” Sandy’s thumb made circles on Katie’s clit.

Katie convulsed, her head shaking. But she listened, focus on the desire, focus on the pleasure. Listen. Obey, follow your desires. Sandy’s voice echoed in her mind.

“Yes. I will be yours, I am yours.” Katie screamed in pleasure, she followed her desire, she reached for that pleasure and grabbed Sandy’s face, trying to lead her to her clit again.

Sandy felt her body shiver.

“Then say it, you belong to me, you belong to Master.”

“I belong to you,” Her voice was growing desperate, “I belong to Master.”

“My body, my mind, everything belongs to Master.”

“My body, my mind, everything belongs to Master.”

Sandy licked her clit once, Katie felt the pleasure rush to her head.

“Yes Katie, we belong to Master.” Sandy licked again, and again and again.

“Our bodies, our minds belong to Master,” Katie said, over and over again, her words running over each other until all that she could say was, “Master, Master, please, Master, God please, let me cum.”

Sandy stopped.

“You heard her Master,”

Katie opened her eyes, a man was standing beside’s her.

“Katie, this is our Master. Master, I think Katie is ready to please.”

He touched her forehead, pushing her hair away from her face. She was sweating, her eyes were burning with desire.

“Is that right, Katie?” He asked. “Are you ready to please?”

Katie nodded, “Yes, Master, Katie is ready to please.”It’d been a long time since Sandy had a girl friend staying over. Back in highschool she wasn’t exactly miss popularity, she wasn’t a slut, but her interest ran deeper than the most promiscuous girl in her school.

But Katie didn’t need to know about that, about her dirty little secret.

Or so she thought.

A message appeared on her phone and Sandy didn’t have much of a choice. An order was an order and she had to comply.

She sat her friend in front of the computer, “Hey, Katie, would you mind over this project I’m working on…?” Sandy bit her lip nervously, she wanted her to reject her, to say no, to say that she was bored or needed to leave.

But Katie saw her nervousness and misunderstood. With a kind smile she hugged her and said, “Of course, you can ask anything of me.”

Anything. The word echoed inside Sandy’s head, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Her mind racing at the thought, “Anything,” She mumbled and shivered, anticipation taking over her.

“Thank you,” She said and caressed her back.

“Just watch this file, it should help you relax,” She pulled out a pair of earphones and hit play.

Katie focused on the screen, still smiling, she enjoyed the sounds, the colors in the screen.

Sandy felt restless, what if it didn’t work? What if she rejected it? What if-

Then she looked at Katie, her breathing had slowed down. She saw how her jaw slacked and her arms went limp.

She gulped and gently pulled one earphone away from Katie.

“How- How do you feel?” Sandy said shaking.

Katie didn’t reply at first.

“Katie, how do you feel?” Sandy said more firmly.

Katie’s vacant eyes stare was fixed on the screen.

“Hot.” She said, “I feel hot.”

“Can you tell me more, why do you feel hot?”

“You are here. I feel hot whenever I’m with you.”

Sandy felt her nervousness melt. Melting between her legs.

She licked her lips.

“I feel hot too.” She whispered and caressed her face, “Do you know what this program does?”

Katie’s lips parted, barely allowing her breath escape, “No..?”

“It’s supposed to make you docile, to lower your inhibitions.”

Sandy’s hand went down Katie’s neck, she touched her skin and slid it down to the button right between her breasts.

“Do you want me Katie?”

Katie’s breath grew faster.

“Do you want me to touch you Katie?” Sandy felt her finger tremble. The button popped free.

“Yes.” Katie closed her eyes.

“Do you want me to undress you?”

“Yes.” Katie felt Sandy’s finger caressing her breast, making tiny circles right over her bra.

“Have you wanted this for a long time, Katie?”

Sandy popped another button, and another.

“Yes.” Katie leaned back while Sandy kept unbuttoning her blouse, her chest raising and falling.

Sandy dared to get on top of her, straddling her and holding her by the waist.

She kissed her with the passion she had been holding back for years. The passion of someone that had dreamed of her best friend between her legs. The passion that made Sandy touch herself and scream her best friend’s name while cumming.

When they broke the kiss, Katie kept her mouth open and drooling over her tits.

Sandy grabbed Katie’s face, her finger playing with her earlobe, she leaned closer and whispered, “I’m going to make you mine, Katie,” She licked her ear, “Your body, your mind, you will serve me. You will please me.”

Katie moaned.

“Yes.”

Sandy pulled down Katie’s bra, cupping her breast and playing with her nipples.

“Mine,” Sandy kissed her neck.

“Yours.” Katie echoed, her voice filled with lust.

Sandy smiled, and slowly climbed down, pulling Katie’s pants and panties.

Katie had a cute little strip that went down to her pussy.

Sandy slid a finger up Katie’s dripping cunt, she pulled a silver strand and tasted her.

“And since you are mine, your body, your mind.” She knelt and spread her lips, finding her throbbing pink clit. She licked it and made Katie squirm on the chair.

“Then you will do as I say, won’t you?” Sandy pushed two fingers inside Katie’s pussy.

“Yes.” Katie moaned.

“Then, you will please my Master.” Sandy kissed Katie’s pussy, suckling on her clit.

Katie tensed up, her hands grasping for anything to grab, she moaned and shook her head. “Master?”

Sandy’s tongue played with Katie’s clit, flicking and circling as her fingers teased her from within.

“Yes,” Sandy said gasping, “My Master, I belong to Him, my body, my mind, everything belongs to Him.”

She licked her again.

Katie yelled.

“And since you are mine, you also belong to Him.”

Sandy’s fingers teased and played, Katie tried to raise, but Sandy pushed her back down, going faster, fucking her with two fingers.

“Listen, to the music and tell me you don’t want it.”

Katie tried to listen, she tried to focus, she listened to the voices in the earphone. She listened and focused on the pleasure, she focused on her desire. The voices told her to be honest, to focus on the pleasure and do as she wanted. She had to follow her desires.

“Do you want to be mine? Katie?” Sandy’s thumb made circles on Katie’s clit.

Katie convulsed, her head shaking. But she listened, focus on the desire, focus on the pleasure. Listen. Obey, follow your desires. Sandy’s voice echoed in her mind.

“Yes. I will be yours, I am yours.” Katie screamed in pleasure, she followed her desire, she reached for that pleasure and grabbed Sandy’s face, trying to lead her to her clit again.

Sandy felt her body shiver.

“Then say it, you belong to me, you belong to Master.”

“I belong to you,” Her voice was growing desperate, “I belong to Master.”

“My body, my mind, everything belongs to Master.”

“My body, my mind, everything belongs to Master.”

Sandy licked her clit once, Katie felt the pleasure rush to her head.

“Yes Katie, we belong to Master.” Sandy licked again, and again and again.

“Our bodies, our minds belong to Master,” Katie said, over and over again, her words running over each other until all that she could say was, “Master, Master, please, Master, God please, let me cum.”

Sandy stopped.

“You heard her Master,”

Katie opened her eyes, a man was standing beside’s her.

“Katie, this is our Master. Master, I think Katie is ready to please.”

He touched her forehead, pushing her hair away from her face. She was sweating, her eyes were burning with desire.

“Is that right, Katie?” He asked. “Are you ready to please?”

Katie nodded, “Yes, Master, Katie is ready to please.”

#magister amentia #magisteramentia #hypnokink #hypnovember #hypnovember 2022 #hypnovember2022 #mind control #brainwashing #evil hypnotist mode #serial recruitment

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Hypnovember #2 Toys

Sandy opened her eyes.

Sandy was a doll.

A living, breathing doll.

Standing in the threshold of her house, her owner smiled at her. He walked past her, examining her, immobile as a mannequin. The perfect toy.

Her owner liked to play with her.

In another time, Sandy was a girl. Five minutes ago she was a girl.

But right now she was a doll, she would not move if she wasn’t moved. She could talk if someone pressed her right buttons.

Her owner touched her hair, her neck, her cheeks and her lips. He kept the same satisfied smile on his lips, and Sandy kept the same empty stare in her eyes.

He pressed a button and made her move, helping her stiffened body to the living room.

Slowly he undressed her, his perfect doll. Folding her clothes and putting them away.

She stood naked in front of him, her nipples standing firm. He pressed them, a pair of pleasure buttons that allowed her to moan.

The doll released a moan and even got wet. Such a perfect docile doll.

He pressed the button between her legs, she moaned louder.

Satisfied he took a change of clothes, although calling them clothing was stretching the word.

He placed a leather harness over her chest, and secured it over her waist and legs.

Sandy’s owner made her stand immobile with her legs spread, he shaved the bush between her legs.

Then he found it under her bed, the toys that Sandy The Girl liked to play with, vibrators, nipple clamps and leather cuffs among other things.

With patience he choose the ones he liked best and began to place them on his doll.

First was the buttplug he placed with lub and love.

Then came the nipple clamps that he placed firmly over her erect nipples.

After that he took out a remote controlled vibrator that he shoved inside her cunt.

He scratched his chin, appreciating his work. Then something clicked.

A gag went into her mouth.

He caressed her face, “Almost ready,” He whispered into her ear, but Sandy didn’t register the meaning of it.

Finally, after tying her hair into a ponytail, he encased her head inside a leather hood, her eyes and mouth were the only feature you could make out.

Diligently and carefully, he applied makeup on Sandy the Doll, purple eyeshadow, mascara and bright red lipstick.

The perfect doll.

As he was satisfied, he threw a coat over her and led her to the car.

Sandy didn’t know where her owner would take her, or if he would like to show her off, or share her.

Her owner made a perfect doll out of Sandy, perfect to his likes, desires and fetishes.

And Sandy the doll was happy, if a doll could be happy.

She didn’t yearn for any other thing than to be perfect for him. Because a toy comes alive when they play with them.

#hypnovember 2022 #hypnovember #magisteramentia #hypnokink #magister amentia #mind control #brainwashing

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Drone Induction

Yesterday I was inspired by a mutual to create an induction to turn into a drone. I tried to remake something simpler just for enjoyment.

CW: This induction is meant as a way to make the reader into a drone that posts it’s programming (a drone mantra) as a reblog. It is not meant to make you my drone or anything of the like. It is also gender neutral and different in it’s “programming” from the one that that was specifically crafted yesterday.

At this moment, as you read this, you have agency.

You can choose.

You can choose to keep going,

You can choose to read my words,

And let them guide you,

At this moment, as you read and scroll,

Relax

Breathe deeply,

Let the stress melt down from your neck

From your shoulders.

Let it melt down

Sliding down your arms

Relaxing with every soft breath

Getting comfortable.

Letting your arms, your chest and hands relax.

Let all that stress melt down,

Down your hips.

Down your legs.

Melting all the way until it slides down your feet.

Relaxing.

Letting go of all that stress,

Reading.

Following this words,

Guiding you deeper inside your own mind.

Into your subconscious.

Into your needs and desires.

It is something you want, isn’t it?

To let this words in,

To let them echo and fill your head.

Fill you with pleasure,

Like caresses.

Like pleasant vibrations.

Relax and let this words take hold.

Slowly sinking you deeper into that desire.

A desire for submission.

Of surrender.

Not having to think for yourself.

Just letting go, letting someone else program you.

My words slowly overwriting you.

It is something you yearn, isn’t it?

To submit.

To let this words remake you.

Pleasure you.

Make you into an obedient drone.

Let the programming take control.

My words taking control of your body, of your sensations.

Slowly increasing the sensitivity.

The arousal.

The need and desire.

The words taking control of your hands.

Following instructions.

Caressing your body, slowly gently

From your chest.

Slowly

Going down

Lower and lower

Reaching down, between your legs.

Slowly caressing, touching

Playing and teasing your sex.

Enjoy the motions with your fingers

With your hand.

Letting me take control of the pleasure.

Going faster,

And faster.

Every feeling and caress, driving up the feeling.

That loss of control.

The desire and lust taking over

Surrendering your will to these words.

Submitting.

Slowly making you a better pleasure drone.

Let me program your mind.

Give this mindless drone a purpose.

You’re a pleasure drone.

Made for pleasure.

Made to serve and please.

Without mind and without will.

Let the program sink in.

These words overwriting your mind.

Surrendering.

Repeating them.

As your hands go faster,

Pleasing you,

Getting closer to the edge.

Repeat your programming for me,

“I’m a pleasure drone.

Made for pleasure.

Made to serve and please.

Without mind and without will.”

Surrender,

Submit

Repeat your programming.

The pleasure growing stronger.

Growing more sensitive and needy.

Getting closer to the edge.

Repeat your programming and accept it.

“I’m a pleasure drone.

Made for pleasure.

Made to serve and please.

Without mind and without will.”

Become a pleasure drone.

Accept your programming.

Let your mind melt.

Let go of your will and surrender to the pleasure.

And after you cum, after I let you release.

Be a good drone and reblog with your programming

Now, one more time,

Try to get closer to the edge.

Repeat your programming.

“I’m a pleasure drone.

Made for pleasure

Made to serve and please.

Without mind and without will.”

Become a pleasure drone.

And cum.

Let the orgasm, the pleasure take over.

Release.

And accept your programming.

Be a good drone.

And repeat your programming as the orgasm takes hold.

Release and relax.

Remember your programming.

Become a pleasure drone.

And let go.

Relax and breathe in.

As you slowly come back.

After you have accepted you’re a pleasure drone.

This one time. Just this one time.

You are programmed,

You are a good pleasure drone.

Accept your programming.

And slowly let go.

Relax.

Breathing in, slowly

Breathing out, calmly.

Drifting comfortably.

Remembering your programming.

Enjoying the floaty feeling after the orgasm.

Coming back slowly, remembering those words.

Repeating them, as you reblog your programming,

And slowly.

Calmly and full of energy.

Full of pleasure.

Breathing in.

Breathing out.

Coming back up.

And waking up.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this induction. If you would like me to write more inductions like this please tell me, my asks and DMs are open.

Or if you know, you there is also my Patreon or my ko-fi.

#pleasure induction #magister amentia #magisteramentia #hypnokink #hypnosis #pleasure drone #pleasure drone mantra

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I had my toy drop

It was so easy

Now I just write its trigger and it drops

Gently

Slowly

Comfortably

Obedient and pliant

It sinks so deep for me

It drops

Deeper and deeper each time

Easier every time

It obeys and forgets

It doesn't remember

It simply obeys

Taking its aphrodisiacs

Making it hornier

Needier

Making its head fuzzy

It sinks

And it won't remember

It will forget

And simply enjoy the pleasure

It will enjoy the edges

It will enjoy the orgasms

And it will submit

#the magister talks #hypnokink #magister amentia #hypnosis

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Training/Conditioning idea.

Particularly for subs that need that little extra push to accomplish things, like get to study or simply do the laundry.

Anytime the sub doesn’t do what they are supposed to do, their Master will have to pull out a big cardboard and make the sub write what they didn’t do.

Get them naked and have them pose for the camera.

Then they have to upload the photos to their shaming blog.

They might learn a thing or two from that, so the Master might have to be really strict.

(This is brought to you by the fact that a friend of mine made me wake up in the morning to call her and wake her up, and she tricked me into thinking she was already awake. Shame on her, shame on me)

#magister amentia #conditioning #sub training #magisteramentia #the magister talks #evil hypnotist mode #maybe just sadistic master mode

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The Maid’s Debt

Cindy was twenty-three when she began working for the Ramirez. She was fresh out of college and was out of options when finding a job to begin paying her debt. She was a journalism major but no one was hiring. 

There was an internship program for a master's degree, but she also needed the money, when she presented herself for the interview Mr. Ramirez saw her fidget in her seat. 

"Are you okay?" He asked over his glasses, he was sitting in a cushioned chair, across from Cindy from behind an ornate wooden desk. 

Mr Ramirez kept a private practice as a psychoanalyst and researcher, using his expertise to write articles that give a deeper understanding of the human mind now. Cindy admired his work and intelligence, but she had bills to pay. 

"Yes...I... I would love to work with you Doctor, but... I am not sure I would be able to, this place is quite far from my place and the fares alone would put a dent on my finances, besides the rent and..." And my college debt, Cindy thought to herself. 

She could get a great scholarship for her masters degree working with Dr. Ramirez. But she had to be realistic. There was no way this was affordable. 

Dr. Ramirez clicked his pen, his eyes were fixed on her, analyzing her. Cindy was dressed very professionally, a white blouse under a blue business suit that she wore to all her job interviews. 

He nodded and closed his eyes. 

"I see..." He got up from the chair and walked to the window that looked over his garage. He clicked his tongue. 

"Cindy, May I call you Cindy?" He said looking at her from the window. 

"Yes, of course, Doctor." 

"You can call me Ray, everyone that works with me does." He said. "I have a proposition for you, I hope you don't find it too indecent." 

Cindy began blushing, no, not this. She thought to herself. 

"You were the best candidate so far. I am impressed with your articles and you have a deep understanding on the motives and desires of the people you interview and the ones you write about."

Cindy kept her eyes to the ground. 

"The research I am working on is very demanding, sometimes you would have to stay late on the night, and I really can't afford to be changing assistants every other day."

Cindy dared to look up. 

"What I mean to say, if it isn't too personal. I would like to offer you- to give you a ride back to your place when the work of the day is done. Or if you rather you could always stay the night at the guest room whenever you chose."

Cindy was confused, she thought he was going to ask for something more... intimate. 

"Or, if you would like, I could pay for your transportation fees. I would just need the receipts, of course."

Cindy felt a surge of hope and joy fill her body, she almost jumped and tripped on her chair. 

"No, that- That would be amazing. Thank you sir, I mean Doctor." Cindy said. He raised an inquisiive brow. 

"Does that mean you will be working with us?" He asked sitting back in his leather chair behind the desk.

"Yes, yes, thank you. When can I start."

Dr. Ramirez looked at his watch and over the window.

"Let's begin tomorrow morning. My wife will be home any minute now. Can you be here around 9 am?" 

"Yes Of course. I won't dissapoint you." 

"Excelent. Do you need a ride back to your apartment?"

"That won't be necessary, I wouldn't want to impose."

“Nonsense. I insist. Let me call you a car.” He took out his phone and called an old fashioned cab. After he hung up he turned to her, “The car will be here in a few minutes, in the meantime would you like me to show you around?”

Cindy nodded, and said “Thanks.” As she followed Ray.

“This is an old house, it is cold in the winter and the heater is not as reliable as it used to be, so you might want to wear something warmer when you work around here.”

He showed her the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room and dinning room. While the outside of the house was very gothic, the inside felt warm and light.

Although, from time to time the lights flickered.

“The installation is as old as the house, sometimes the lights go out. Do you have a reliable laptop?” He led her towards the exit.

“Yes,” Cindy said. “I can bring it and work alongside.”

“Good, we wouldn’t want to lose the progress we make because of a power outage.”

Two cars arrived almost at the same time as Ray opened the door.

“That would be my wife and your ride.” He said and walked Cindy down the to the driveway, “Let me introduce you before you leave.”

Cindy walked behind her new boss. The lady of the house came out of a black BMW, her heels clacking on the pavement. Her clothes were tight and stylish and she felt a weird pang of jealousy as she hugged her husband lovingly and gave him a deep passionate kiss as if Cindy wasn’t standing right in front of them.

The young woman made an uncomfortable coughing sound to call attention.

“My love, this is Cindy my new assistant.” The doctor said, “Cindy, this is my wife. Alexandra.”

“A pleasure,” the woman leaned in extending her hand but at the same time she kissed the air close to her cheek. Her white suit contrasted with her beautiful brown skin.

But there was something that called her attention.

Under Alexandra’s white cravat, she was wearing a black choker with a silver ring.

Cindy returned the gesture, “The pleasure is all mine.” She said.

The sound of a claxon coming from the driveway interrupted Cindy’s thoughts.

Ray patted her shoulder and led her to the car waiting for her, “I think it’s getting late, we will continue introductions tomorrow morning. Until then have a a good night.”

As Cindy looked back to the house and tried to say goodbye to her new boss she saw something she was sure she wasn’t meant to see.

Ray, her new boss became immediately oblivious to her presence and slid his hand under the pants of his wife to grab her ass. The young woman gulped as she stared and followed the motion of Ms. Ramirez embracing her husband’s intimate touch.

Alexandra pushed her body against her husband and kissed him. The driver turned on the car, and Cindy kept her eyes on the couple, the small vouyeristic moment giving her an edge of guilt and hunger.

Then she noticed Alexandra’s eyes and hand, she was waving Cindy goodbye as the car drove away, a smile glinting in her eyes.

Cindy sat down and closed her legs tightly, she felt shame and guilt and-

Arousal.

Was she smiling at her, or because of her husband kiss, or maybe it was because she Cindy saw them kiss.

Cindy wanted to die of embarrassment.

But even so, she could not deny how hot it was.

That night as she tried to sleep, Cindy kept thinking back to that moment. Over her PJ’s her hand wandered over and over between her legs, that smirk on Alexandra’s lips.

“Fuck,” She whimpered and turned on her bed, “what’s wrong with me? That’s my new boss’s wife.”

Throwing a pillow over her head she drifted to a light sleep all night.

By the time the alarm woke her up, Cindy found that there was a pillow between her legs. Both the pajamas and the pillow were wet.

“Fuck” she said groggily and climbed off bed, showering with cold water as she unsuccessfully tried to calm down.

Her mind kept wandering back to Alexandra. And her mind kept wandering back between her legs. Cold water running over her body. Her pussy dripping.

Her fingers ran between her pussy lips, coating them as she pushed her breasts on the wall.

“Alexandra” She whispered as the water ran.

Cindy’s fingers rubbed her clit. She was so close.

She rubbed faster, harder, thinking of her lips, her smile. Fuck, she wanted her.

So close.

So close, Cindy’s hand rubbed her clit, her nipples hard against the cold wall, she was almost drooling as she screamed the name of a woman she just met.

Then another alarm rang.

So close. Cindy groaned and stopped, turning off the water. Frustrated and horny she dressed as quickly as she could to get to Mr. Ramirez office on time.

It was going to be an awkward first day at her new job.

———

(Part 2)

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Hypnovember #12 - Plans

Ready for your trip back home? Katie asked Sandy over the phone. 

“Yeah, almost ready.” She said over the speaker, “I’m packing. I think everything is ready.”

“Really? Why don’t we go over what you are bringing and talk about the plan for when you are over here?”

“Sure,” Sandy opened her drawers and pulled out her clothes. 

“What are you packing right now?” Katie’s voice sounded a bit bored. 

“Just my underwear.” 

There was a shift on Katie’s voice. “Really? Anything interesting? You can tell me.”

Sandy laughed. 

“Just the regular stuff. Nothing too daring. Not like I would wear my crotchless panties to thanksgiving diner,”

There was a click on the phone, “Put them in the bag pet,” Katie’s voice was determined. 

“Sure,” Sandy said and placed them inside the bag without giving it much thought.

“What else do you have? Any toys that you plan to bring along?”

Sandy shook her head and laughed, “Like my phone? Video games? Fidget toys?”

Another click. “Like a dildo, nipple clamps, anal plugs.”

Sandy froze in place, her voice a bit dull as she recalled her toys in the drawer. 

“I have those and a remote vibe. I also have silk rope, a blindfold and leather cuffs.”

Click click. “Bring the remote vibe, the plug and clamps, it should make diner more interesting, pet.”

Sandy took out the toys that Katie ordered and placed them inside her suitcase. 

When she finished, Sandy blinked several times and went back to placing her clothes over the toys without noticing what she just did.

“Don’t forget your earphones,” Katie said.

Sandy rolled her eyes. 

“Of course I won’t forget my earphones, what else am I going to do during the whole flight?”

Click click. 

“You’ll listen to your files, repeat your mantras in your mind until the lights to turn off your devices turn on, and follow the instructions of the flight attendants.” Katie ordered. 

Sandy’s replied in a drone-like voice, “Yes, mistress.”

“Good,” Katie said and another click came over the phone.

Sandy’s eyelids fluttered as she closed her bag. “I think I got everything.”

Katie’s voice sounded like she was smiling, “Of course you do.”

“I’m so excited about this trip, I’ll see you soon.”

“I’m excited too, see you soon babe.”

Katie hung up. It was going to be the best thanksgiving in Sandy’s life. 

#hypnovember #hypnovember 2022 #hypnovember2022 #mind control #hypnokink #magisteramentia #magister amentia #brainwashing