The dishwasher is running downstairs, dinner finished fifteen minutes ago. Our daughter has gone to bed. Janet and I hurry to our bedroom to enjoy ourselves as we do every night.
“Hmmm,” I think as I finally strip off my vanilla taupe business jacket and skirt, “what can we do that’s fresh and different?” Janet is also getting naked fast, a cute smile of anticipation on her lips…. OK… a leering grin of lust… but I think it’s cute. I toss my blouse, bra, panties, and hose carelessly on a chair not thinking about that much at all.
Walking to our dresser, I dig around in our drawer of metal restraints. “Ah ha!,” I think, “this will be great!” I gather a dozen pairs of handcuffs, her best stainless steel collar, and a lovely chromed leash. Between her collection and mine, we must own two hundred pounds of chain, locks, cuffs, and all sorts of perverse toys scattered around our home everywhere except where our daughter can find them.
Jan is already kneeling in the center of our bed. Her eyes widen watching me approach with about twenty pounds of metal in my hands.
“Lift your hair sweetheart,” I order. She obeys instantly. Her raised arms make her tits thrust out and look delicious. I close the collar around her neck and lock it.
Clipping the shiny leash to the collar ring and and draping its loop handle over the post of the headboard of our bed, I command, “slave, turn your back to me. Fold your arms behind your back.”
She obeys and I close six pairs of handcuffs on her wrists and up her forearms so her arms must now stay parallel behind her back. I carefully double lock all of them so they will not become tighter and hurt her.
“Now sit and cross your legs slave,” I demand as I start to close six pairs of handcuffs from her ankles up to her shins so her legs must stay in that position. Again, I’m careful to double lock them for her safety. I don’t want them to tighten too much if she presses against anything.
I hop on the bed admiring my work. “She’s so beautiful when she’s helpless,” I think. With no warning, I push her over so she’s face down on the bed, ass high in the air. Her gasp muffled by being face down on the bed is cute too, I decide. I hop back off the bed.
Casually stepping back to our dresser, I open the drawer of toys. I select two vibrators, lumpy bumpy rubber sleeves for them, our tiny but very powerful pocket rocket, a jar of lube, and just for good measure, an old ping-pong paddle that I bought at a garage sale for 25 cents. She hears me getting something but can’t see what. I smile imagining what might be running through her mind.
Climbing back onto the bed, I’m grinning about to play with my favorite toy, my helpless slave/wife. I watch her for a moment sort of waddling around a little on her knees, flexing her arms away from her back, twisting her head to the side so she can breathe. I know that being helpless is a huge turn on for her and she must explore her bondage. I see her pussy glisten, gaping open already. “She’s beautiful,” I think, and know I’m wet too.
Idly doodling my fingertip around her clit lightly, I see her tremble. I stop after only a few seconds. She sighs.
I turn on the pocket rocket but do nothing with it yet. I know she can hear it though. I enjoy watching her squirm. After a count of ten, I touch the tip to her clit.
“It’s always so much fun to make her jump!” I think as I circle under the hood of her clit with the tiny powerful vibrator. I stop when I see her tremble. “Can’t let her get off too soon,” I decide.
I slip the bumpy sleeves on the vibes, lube one leaving the other close at hand, turn the lubed one on a low speed, and press it against her asshole lightly. She moans not wanting this but that only makes me grin.
Wiggling the vibe around her butthole more and more, I use my other hand to lightly touch her clit with the pocket rocket again… but just for a moment. I’m thrilled that she seems rather agitated now.
Wiggle around her a-hole, touch her clit, wiggle, touch, wiggle, touch, wiggle, touch for about two minutes… then SHOVE the lumpy vibe in her ass and HOLD the pocket rocket on her clit!
Her gasp is not quite a scream but I almost cum watching her quiver and strain against her dozen pairs of handcuffs. I pull the pocket rocket away from her clit, pick up the other vibrator, turn it on high, and easily slide it into her sopping wet cunt. I enjoy listening to her grunt and moan as I pump both vibrators in her holes.
I pump slowly at first, then faster and harder. My beautiful toy cums and cums and cums, gushing all over the sheets and me, each gush about a shotglass of hot clear love juice, some shooting several feet. “Incredibly beautiful!” I think, “my girl has to be the hottest woman on the planet!”
Putting the rather messy toys to the side, I momentarily wish I had put our latex sheets on the bed first but there was not enough time, besides, it’s MY turn now!
Crawling around my gorgeous slave/wife, I get to the head of the bed. I grab a couple pillows and shove one under her chest, raising her head slightly. I place the other pillows against the headboard and under me, wiggle down so my cunt is against her mouth. I’ve very comfortable and she might be able to move an inch or so… maybe.
“Do ME slave and it had better be good!” I demand, displaying the paddle threateningly.
She starts kissing tenderly, affectionately, around my labia lips, pausing to suck my clit into her lips. It’s delightful! I settle down into my pillows to enjoy.
My darling licks deeper with an even rhythm and I climb to glorious heights of arousal. Sensing how close I am, she licks harder, deeper, faster. My head rolls around on my shoulders, eyes closed, moaning softly.
My orgasm explodes like waves of surf rolling through my body radiating out from my cunt. She switches to suckling my clit. Unbelievably, my orgasm intensifies into a tornado of pleasure whirling all of my sensations and thoughts to incredible heights.
She perceives my state perfectly, slowing and kissing tenderly again after my climax. She does not stop. I feel like I’m being wafted to heaven by a flock of angels. The paddle drops from my hand, I scrunch down farther in the pillows to enjoy her tender ministrations. “Ahhhh! Perfection!” I think, closing my eyes.
I feel an unpleasant twinge in my pussy. I jump and sit up. Looking at the clock it is 3:10am. I fell asleep with my wife in painful bondage between my legs. “Oops!’ I think. She had to nibble my clit to wake me.
“Sorry my Mistress!” she cries, “This slave’s gotta pee!”
“I’ll whip you later for that,” I say absurdly, hopping up to find the handcuff key.
Unlocking twelve pairs of handcuffs takes a few minutes so I start with the six on her legs. As soon as she can straighten her legs she tries to run to the bathroom but is stopped short by her leash. She sighs. I sigh, lift her leash off of the headboard bed post, and lead her to the bathroom, still collared and with her arms still trapped behind her back.
She pees like the proverbial race horse. I wipe her slit with some TP of course. I’m considerate like that. We return to the bedroom.
Still collared, she is still slave and I am still her Mistress. I look down at her kneeling on the carpet.
“Get back on the bed SLAVE,” I command. She looks a little confused as I slip the handle of her leash over the post at the foot of the bed.
“You may kiss my cunt good night and go to sleep now,” I demand trying not to smile. “I may release you in the morning, maybe not.”
She climbs onto the bottom of the bed. Her head just reaches my crotch at the end of her leash as I recline comfortably.
Kissing my pussy lips tenderly, she says, “Good night my Mistress.” I caress her slightly sweaty hair. “Sleep well my slave,” I murmur.
The soggy sheets oddly feel cool and nice. Besides, I have a slave to change and launder them later. We soon both fall asleep, dreaming pleasantly of perpetual bondage sex.
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I’ve always known, even from a very young age, that I am perverted. I would always fantasize about women. Hurting them in various ways, raping, spanking, and tying them up in many different positions. The only difference between now and then, now I can only think about is myself and another woman. When I was younger I fantasized I was a man, because the idea of two women kissing, let alone fucking, never even crossed my mind.
Once my father caught me touching myself when I was having one of my many perverted daydreams. He punished me for my “sick perversions” and in my young mindset, he had known what my thoughts were. After that, I buried my perversions and didn’t even touch myself again until I was in my early twenties.
Around the time that I was coming to terms with my sexuality, my “sick” sexual thoughts sparked my imagination again. I still kept them hidden for fear of retribution, all my partners expressing early in the relationship that ‘not only is it a sick perversion,’ but they ‘can’t understand how someone could find sexual pleasure in hurting someone they love’. These conversations always made me cringe inwardly because all I could do was agree with them.
Years passed and the urge of my desire only increased as my spark started to smoke. I read countless erotica to try and satisfy my growing wants. I start off reading about, what I now consider the gateway to BDSM, spanking. Reading about a woman getting her hands and tied behind her back and being forced to bend over so her lover could paddle her ass only placated me for so long.
My desires started to turn to overwhelming needs that started to smoke and smolder. I began to write about everything that I wanted, keeping it private of course. I would write about a beautiful blond that I knew, about how I loved to bend her over my lap and “punish” her for being a naughty girl. About how she would plead and beg me to stop, and that she was so sorry and would never do it again. I would turn her ass black and blue for disobeying whatever I had told her to, or not to do.
Then I met you and my inner smolder turned into flames. It didn’t help one bit that you would tease me by calling me Mistress, unknowingly adding fuel to my already burning body. I constantly think of all the different ways that I want you. My mind goes mad every time I hear you moan, my heart stops every time you beg me to come, and my body trembles uncontrollably every time you do.
Then came my confession. This was it. Game over. My passion combusted into a raging inferno.
We were just laying around one day, playing a little game to get to know each other even better. Taking turns asking personal questions. You asked one that I had in mind for you as well. “Biggest sexual fantasy”. My heart was pounding so hard that all I could hear was blood rushing to my head. I stuttered around until I finally said my longest standing secret. However, my blood really boiled when I asked you the same thing. You confessed to wanting to be dominated.
That all seems like ages ago now.
Now here you are standing before me, and I find you absolutely stunning as always. Music is playing somewhere in the background but I don’t even hear it. I am hypnotized by you. The way you look, the way you are moving body, and the idea forming in my head. I smile and tell you to come closer to me. You accommodate me, sitting on my lap, I wrap my arms around you and hold you close to me. I want you. I always seem to want you, I am beginning to feel addicted.
I kiss your lips softly, at first, but then you open your mouth. I see this as an invitation my tongue seeks yours. I taste you, immediate my body is on fire and my hips grind up into yours on their own accord. When I hear your seductive moan I pull back, biting on your bottom lip with a sly grin.
“Take off your top baby.” You look at me and giggle that cute laugh I love so much. When you don’t take it off and lean in for another kiss I pull back and without a smile and in a sterner voice I commanded.
“Take. Off. Your. Top.”
I can see the change in you immediately. Your face is now burning bright red and your body tenses. This time you do as you are asked, and I see that your blush has extended to below your neck. I only smile when I see you exposed, enjoying the view, I watch as you fidget. Unsure what to do. You go to kiss me again, but again I pull back. I love it when you pout. It is so cute.
“Take off your bra now.” You slowly reach behind your back and unclasp it. Slowly, deliberately, you pull the straps off your shoulders and remove it. My eyes take in every inch of your perfectness, as you give me a show. Your nipples are hard, and I smile knowingly. They aren’t hard from the cold, you are very
My hands slid up your hips and over the swell of your breasts. You lean into my hands as my thumbs brush across your nipples. I can’t help but moan as I feel your soft sensitive skin. I move my body forward closer to yours and take one of your nipples in my mouth. It softens at first as I roll my tongue over it but then gets even harder as my teeth graze it.
You gasp as I bite down, at the same time my hands roam over your ass squeezing it. I feel your arms wrap around my neck so you can bring me closer. I let you, as I continue to bite and suck you eliciting moans. My hands are everywhere, mostly on your ass, but I love the feeling of your soft skin as I run my nails down your back making your body bend backward and into me at the same time.
I feel your hips begin to move against mine a little. You are trying to grind on me. Grinning I force myself to stop even though I truly don’t want to. I hold tight to your hips forcing you to stop. There is that damn cute pout again.
“Get up baby.” You slid off my lap and look at me expectantly ready to do as you are told. “Face away from me and take your pants off now.” I am still sitting and grinning like a child, eagerly watching you do as you’re told. At this point, I don’t know If I am more turned on by the fact that you are doing as I tell you to do, or if it’s your ass wiggling in my face as you take your pants off.
I am up in a split second, my hips pressed hard against your ass. I have my hands on your hips to help you keep your balance. You go to lift your leg to take off your pants but pause. My fingers are running across the outer lips of your pussy. I can feel how wet you are through your panties, and it makes me even wetter. I pull your panties aside and slip a finger between your lips and tease your clit.
I feel your body shudder under me. I frown. That wasn’t what I had wanted quite the reaction I was hoping for. I wanted much more. I slowly eased my middle finger finding your tight little hole. Ever so slowly I entered you. This got the reaction I was looking for. You groan and let out a soft sigh. I pull my finger out.
“I didn’t say you could stop taking your pants off.” I try to sound stern, but I fail because I am so pleased with myself. You continue to step out of the burdensome things and turn just in time to see me finish sucking on my finger.
“You taste amazing babe,” I say as I move closer to you again and press my lips against your own, my tongue is forcing your mouth open so that you taste your own fluids. My left- hand tangles in your hair, while my right massaged your bottom. I tug on your hair forcing you to expose your neck. You close your eyes but you don’t say anything. I start kissing down your jaw and up to your ear. Kissing just behind it I moan ever so softly. This makes your whole body shake and I feel your knees go weak.
I wrap both my arms around your waist supporting you. I take a step forward into you, forcing you to take a step back. Then I take another, and another, until your legs are touching the back of the bed. You sit willingly.
“Now take off my shirt.” You try to hide it, but you are smiling as you do as you’re told. When you reach for my pants I take a step back and raise an eyebrow. I only said take off my shirt. You are getting a little greedy there sweetheart.
“Stand up turn around and bend over the bed,” I command. You are visibly shaking, excitement written all over your face. “Greedy girls are bad girls, and bad girls need to be punished,” I say, watching as you prop yourself on the bed. Your arms are extended so your palms are flat and chest hovering above the bed, and your legs are a too far away from the edge.
“Put your chest and forehead on the bed, and stretch your arms in front of you, and take a step forward so that your knees are touching the bed.” You don’t hesitate and immediately do as you are told to the best you understand. You can’t see it but I am nodding, pleased. You look slightly uncomfortable, but the result of your position has presented your ass high in the air and gives me the perfect view of your pussy, which is glistening with your wetness.
“Don’t move,” I tell you. I take my time as I slowly remove the rest of my own clothes. I can see the position that you are in is making you more uncomfortable the longer you are in it, and I know that you have a burning desire growing between your legs that is making you want to turn around to look and see what is taking me so long. But you are a good girl, and you do as you are told and you don’t move because you want the punishment more than anything else.
I stand behind you. Hooking my thumbs in your panties I slide them over your ass and down your legs. I tap your legs letting you know to lift your feet slightly. When I stand up again my right hand lightly resting on your right butt cheek. I hear you cooing something that sounds like ‘yes’. I continue to softly rub and stroke your bottom until I feel you trying to back into my hand for more pressure.
Before you know it there is a sharp slap resonating in the air, you hear it more than feel it at first. The second slap comes down harder, this one I know you feel because you gasp and your head fly’s up. I put my other hand between your shoulder blades and push you back down.
“Stay,” I growl. I bring my hand back down hard, I wait a couple of seconds before removing my hand from each stroke. It isn’t long before you are moaning and telling me that it hurts. I know it hurts because my hand hurts like hell from the smacking. Both my hand and your ass are bright red when I am done. You whimper as you wait expecting another slap on your sore rear end.
It never comes. My excitement has skyrocketed, I have noticed what my punishment has done to you. Your pussy is dripping with come running down your legs. A small but noticeable puddle is forming at your feet. I can no longer contain myself. I am between your legs licking the drops off your thighs. Grabbing your hips I bury myself in you. You are soaking.
I feel you moan more than I actually hear you when my tongue probes deep inside then right up to your clit. I hold on tight to your hips as I continue to circle your clit with the tip of my tongue. Slowly deliberately teasing your sweet sensitive bud. I feel your juices leaking down your face and your muscles tense.
Slowly I insert two fingers deep and hard into you as my tongue presses hard and flat to your clit. I pull my fingers out only to shove them hard and fast back into you. I keep this pace up until I feel your pussy clench tight around my fingers.
I stop everything just before I feel you come, my tongue still pressed against you, and my fingers deep inside. I listen as you whine whimper and moan. Your pussy starts to loosen and tighten in desperation. You try and grind into me, but I refuse to give you the satisfaction of even a little friction.
“Baby,” Your whisper is so low I barely catch you saying, “I need to come.” I am tempted to make you wait longer as you continue to try and grind into me. My resolve gets the best of me when I hear you again “Please,” you moan. I weaken and give in. My fingers are fast in you my tongue pressed hard against you.
It isn’t long before your legs close tight around my head and you emit a long drawling moan, holding your breath in between gasps. You have me pinned to you so that I can’t move, I can hardly breathe. I don’t even complain in my own mind. When your grip finally softens on me, I remove myself slowly.
I help you in your weakened state into the bed and wrap you up in my arms. I can’t help but keep kissing you as you curl into my arms with a smile that would shame a Cheshire cat.
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“You remember your safeword, don’t you?” Miranda asked, her fingers stroking up and down the shaft of the strap-on. She was lubing it up, Bethany knew, but something about the way her hand slowly, sensuously pumped the fake cock made Bethany’s whole body feel hot and shivery at the same time. She tried to respond, but her heart kept trying to leap out of her throat every time she opened her mouth and she needed to force her stare away from the dildo and onto the wall behind Miranda before she could talk.
“R-red,” she said, hoping that Miranda didn’t take her all-over flush for lack of consent. She wanted to try this; she actually wanted it with an intensity that frightened her a little, like Miranda was showing her something inside herself that she wouldn’t be able to unsee once she’d seen it. But at the same time, her body was kicking out so much adrenaline between the fear and the excitement that she couldn’t stop feeling jittery all over. Her pulse raced, her breath came in shuddering gasps, her stomach churned like she’d just swallowed a whole garden full of butterflies…and to think, Miranda was planning to try to hypnotize her through all this. Bethany almost didn’t believe it could happen.
Miranda certainly seemed confident enough, though. She gave the fake cock another dollop of lube, sliding her hand easily up and down the black plastic as she got it good and slippery. “That’s right,” she said, her voice a husky purr that made Bethany actively shudder. “And you’re going to remember that no matter what happens. No matter how deep you go, that word ‘red’ is always going to be there for you in the back of your head whenever you need to reach out for it, okay, Bethany?”
Miranda fixed her with a smoldering stare. Between that and the long dark hair put up in a tight bun and the strap-on that comprised her entire wardrobe at the moment, she looked like she’d stepped right out of one of the image galleries that she’d shown Miranda back when all this started. Bethany felt practically pinned in place, imagining herself as all the blonde-haired, blue-eyed ingenues who stared demurely at the ground and shyly admitted their need to be taken by a lesbian hypno-dominatrix.
Bethany never really imagined herself in that role; she’d figured out that she was bi sometime in her sophomore year when she saw Kate McKinnon on Saturday Night Live and found herself squirming on the couch, but she had no idea there was a kinky bone in her body until she came home early from a road trip and found her roommate Miranda sprawled out on the couch masturbating to footage of a leather-clad woman growling with excitement as another naked woman nuzzled her crotch with a blank expression on her face.
Bethany thought that would be pretty much the end of their friendship, especially after she let out a shocked yelp and sprinted into her room before Miranda could even get her fingers out of her cunt. But instead of being upset or embarrassed, Miranda had calmly and evenly explained a side of herself that she’d kept from Bethany for years-not out of shame or guilt, she said, but simply because she didn’t know if Bethany wanted to share that part of her life and she wanted to respect that.
She talked about how it made her feel to hypnotize and control another woman, and Bethany found herself asking all sorts of questions about it that she never thought she’d hear coming out of her own mouth. Miranda had answered every one of them, and had even given her some reading material and links to some websites and copies of a few audio files that Bethany listened to later that first night. That was when she realized that she had a kinky bone or two in her. Sometimes all the way up to the knuckle, in fact.
“Beth? You in there?” Miranda snapped her fingers rapidly, making Bethany wonder exactly how long she’d spent staring into her friend’s eyes and woolgathering. She’d spent a long time working her way up to asking for this, and quite a bit of it had been spent fantasizing about what Miranda could do to her with those deep brown eyes if she decided to. She wondered if she hadn’t programmed herself by accident.
“Um, yeah,” she said, blinking heavily. “I, um…” Her throat tightened up again as she realized she was repeating an instruction, even if she was wide awake when she heard it. “I will remember ‘red’ no matter how deep I go.” Her cunt practically throbbed in excitement, and her clothes felt like they were about three sizes too small. The only thing that kept her from pulling them off was the constant scene running in the back of her head for the last three days, the one where she waited until Miranda told her to strip and she obeyed.
“Good girl,” Miranda said, her face breaking into a warm and tender smile for a moment. It reassured Bethany, reminded her that no matter what happened in the next hour or two, she was still dealing with a close friend who wanted to give her a joyous and safe experience. Whatever might change between them, this could only bring them closer together. Bethany felt a little of her fear dissipating, letting the excitement take center stage. “Are you ready? Remember, there’s no wrong answer to that.”
Bethany nodded excitedly. “Yes, I…” She paused, feeling like she couldn’t quite catch her breath. A wave of heat washed through her, dizzying in its intensity. “I’m ready.” At least, she hoped she was. She still didn’t know how Miranda could possibly calm her racing thoughts and slow her pounding heart into the lazy peace and calm of trance; they’d talked about it, Miranda had assured her it would be no problem, but now it was really happening and Bethany didn’t want to let Miranda down. Then again, she reminded herself, the worst-case scenario here involved her hot friend talking dirty to her while fucking her with a ten-inch strap-on. Maybe she didn’t need to worry about it all that much.
Miranda definitely didn’t seem worried. “Good,” she said, her expression becoming sultry once more. “Then strip for me, pretty girl.” Bethany stifled a moan as she began to shimmy out of her cut-off shorts. They were tight-Miranda had told her to wear something slutty, but the best she could really do was an old pair of Daisy Dukes she hadn’t gotten around to throwing out yet and a souvenir belly shirt she got while drunk in Cancun. Judging by the way Miranda licked her lips, though, Bethany hadn’t picked too badly.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Miranda cooed, her eyes drinking in the sight of Bethany stepping out of her shorts and pushing her pink panties all the way down in a single swift gesture. “It feels so much nicer to be out of those tight, confining clothes, doesn’t it? So much better to listen to me and do as you’re told. Isn’t that right, pet?” Bethany knew that Miranda already knew the answer; the wet spot on her underwear said more than words ever could. But she still wanted to respond.
“Yes, M-ma’am,” she stuttered, suddenly unsure of what to call Miranda. She’d forgotten to ask, and she wasn’t sure if Mistress was too formal or if ‘Miranda’ wasn’t respectful enough or if there was a secret title like ‘Your Divinity’ that Miranda expected her to know. ‘Ma’am’ wound up slipping out without any real planning. She pulled her shirt over her shoulders, grateful for the opportunity to get out from under Miranda’s intense stare for a moment.
When she got the shirt up and over her head, though, the expression of passionate excitement on Miranda’s face smoothed away her momentary worries. Miranda looked like she was having trouble keeping herself from grabbing Bethany and yanking her onto the bed right then and there, instead of saying, “That’s a good girl. Come here and lie down for me, honey. That’s right, just lie there on the bed, no need to speak, just watch and listen and relax.”
Bethany did as she was told, her cheeks hot with arousal at Miranda’s words. The pet names should have felt silly, but Bethany couldn’t stop thinking about how sexy it felt to have some layer of herself stripped away like that. She wasn’t ‘Bethany’ anymore, she was a good girl, a sweet pet, a plaything for Miranda to control. Losing her name felt objectifying, but without the cruelty that implied. It made her feel deliciously passive, wonderfully submissive, and when Miranda parted her legs and crouched over her, Bethany found that she didn’t want to move at all anymore.
“I know you want me to fuck you, sugar,” Miranda purred, pressing the tip of the dildo to the entrance to Bethany’s cunt and rubbing it slowly up and down. Bethany felt the lube mingling with her own arousal. “You can’t help it. It’s all you can think about, now, the feel of my cock pumping in and out of your pretty little pussy. In and out, pet. In and out.” She slid the toy over Bethany’s clit in lazy circles. “In and out. The more you imagine it, the less you think of anything else.”
Bethany let out a tiny gasp as Miranda shifted just a little so that the tip of the fake cock rubbed between her labia, teasing her but still not quite fucking her. She felt paralyzed by desire, held in place by her own arousal, unable to push herself onto the strap-on no matter how much she ached to be fucked. “It’s like the fantasy has its own gravity,” Miranda said softly, her face a mask of infinite patience. “All your thoughts pulled down and down and down to that singularity in your mind, the image of my cock pounding your wet, dripping cunt. In…and out. In and out.”
Bethany nodded, panting with excitement as Miranda teased her pussy. She didn’t feel like she could really speak; all she wanted to do was listen and relax and stare into Miranda’s beautiful eyes as the other woman relentlessly coaxed her into deeper submission. She could only imagine how much better it would feel once she was really hypnotized, and her clit throbbed with excitement at the thought of it. She hoped Miranda would hypnotize her soon. She wanted to be hypnotized so badly now. She gazed into Miranda’s eyes with magnetic intensity, waiting for the moment when Miranda would entrance her.
“It’s like your mind has a cunt too, isn’t that right, pet?” Miranda husked out, her cock still relentlessly stroking Bethany’s pussy lips. When Bethany nodded again, she said, “Of course it is. And I’m fucking your mind right now with my words, my thoughts pushing in…rubbing that clit in your mind, making you so wet and horny…and pulling out, leaving you so deliciously empty, needing to be filled with my words again. In and out, pet. In and out. It’s all you can think about, it’s all you want to think about. Your mind is completely focused on my words, my cock. In and out, pet. In and out.”
Bethany gave a long, slow, shuddering sigh of excitement. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d blinked; her eyes were locked onto Miranda’s sensual gaze, but she wasn’t really seeing it. In her head, she saw Miranda pumping into her with the strap-on over and over again, fucking her thoughts away with every thrust. She let out a high, keening whimper, her arousal now at a fever pitch. “That’s my good girl,” Miranda whispered, her voice rubbing the clit in Bethany’s mind. “That’s my good mindfucked girl. Thrusting in, filling you with my thoughts, my will. Sliding out, emptying that mind just a little bit more. In and out.” She smiled tenderly. “It’s okay. You can say it.”
Bethany’s voice sounded strange in her own ears, soft and distant, as she muttered, “…in and out…” Her mind seemed oddly detached, like she was just watching herself respond to Miranda’s commands. She could feel all the sensations, but she couldn’t really think about anything except Miranda’s words. It was almost like she was, was…like she was hypnotized. Oh fuck. She was really hypnotized right now. The moment the realization hit her, she found herself sinking even deeper.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Miranda said, watching Bethany’s body sag ever so slightly further into relaxation. “In and out. In…” She matched the word to the motion, pushing the dildo smoothly and effortlessly into Bethany’s cunt. “And out.” She swiveled her hips, pulling back out. “In…” She thrust forward again, angling the cock to rub along Bethany’s clit. “And out.” She slid the cock back along Bethany’s clit in the opposite direction, firing off a whole new set of pleasant tingles that fogged Bethany’s mind further with bliss.
“…in and out,” Bethany heard herself repeat, her voice a vacant monotone. She couldn’t stop remembering Miranda’s evocative, sensual words, couldn’t escape knowing that every thrust in filled her with Miranda’s will and every thrust out emptied her mind more for Miranda to fill again. Miranda was fucking her thoughts away, until all that was left was obedience, and it was even hotter than all her fantasies and daydreams made it sound.
“In and out,” Miranda said, her hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm as she spoke. Her eyes gleamed with arousal, but somehow she kept it under perfect control. Bethany didn’t know how, and she was too deep to think about it. She was just glad that one of them was, because it sure as hell wasn’t Bethany.
“…in and out,” she responded, the words now coming automatically to her lips even as they began to lose their meaning. It was like the more she said them, the more she focused on them, the less she thought about them. And the less she thought about them, the less she thought about anything else, either. The words echoed in her head like white noise, a mental static that left her wonderfully blank. She was empty. She was aroused. She was mindfucked. Miranda would think for her, and she would obey.
“In and out,” Miranda cooed, picking up the pace of her thrusting as though she could tell that Bethany had given up trying to think. She pushed the cock in deep, grinding the little nubs at the base against Bethany’s clit for a moment before pulling out again. She was beginning to pant too, a little, and Bethany felt a surge of delight wash over her at the sound. She was pleasing Miranda. She was turning Miranda on. It felt absolutely wonderful, a deeper joy even than the sexual pleasure that was now a constant buzz in her empty head, and she found herself matching Miranda’s thrusts in a desperate rush to bring her lover to orgasm.
“…i-in and, and out…” Bethany whispered, struggling to get the words out even as her consciousness narrowed down to the bursts of pleasure radiating from her clit. It didn’t even feel like she was about to come; it felt like she was at a place beyond orgasm where the ecstasy simply flowed over her like a waterfall and never ever stopped. She was Miranda’s good mindfucked girl, lost in Miranda’s power, lost and helpless and blank and obedient and oh fuck it felt so GOOD…
Bethany heard a loud, desperate wail of release, and realized that it was her.
“That’s it,” Miranda whispered, stroking Bethany’s cheek as she came. “That’s my good pet, that’s my good obedient girl, that’s my good mindless toy, come for me, come for me, that’s right, good girl…” The soft, gentle caresses on her mind and body only intensified the orgasm, drawing out Bethany’s climax until it seemed like she forgot how to stop coming. She was almost sobbing with ecstasy, overwhelmed with a sexual pleasure more intense than anything she could remember. It hit her mind with a shockwave that crumbled her thoughts into fragments of bliss, leaving her open to Miranda’s suggestions. Her programming. Her will.
“Good girl,” Miranda said tenderly, as Bethany’s shudders finally subsided and her vacant stare locked back onto Miranda’s eyes. “Good girl. But you can give me more, pretty pet. In and out, now, deeper and deeper.” Her hips began to move once more, pumping Bethany’s slick pussy at a measured, mechanical pace. “All the way into my power, and all those thoughts out for me now.”
“…in and out,” Bethany repeated, but she didn’t really hear herself. She was deep in a place where nothing but pleasure mattered. If she could think, though…she would already be thinking about doing this again.
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