The first time I saw her I thought she had potential. She was cute, but still a little too edgy for me. I was surprised she came to my show, but sometimes a little challenge presents itself and I couldn’t say no to that one. I didn’t know her that well at that moment, we just had some common friends and she was known for being a vocal feminist, independent and strong. The kind that will take no shit from a man. And it came to my attention that she didn’t like how my previous partners always looked so…perfect. Almost like copying themselves. Of course she had no clue.
When she stepped on the stage for my hypnosis act I knew I had my chance. She clearly didn’t believe she could be hypnotized, those are the easiest ones. So easy to manipulate as they believe they are immune. “Come here, stay close and listen to me closely.” She did. “As you are standing there, following my voice you will begin breathing more slowly. Count to 5 as you inhale, count to 5 while you exhale”. And of course all that was happening, I just needed her to be opened for suggestion. “Stretch your arms, hold the tension until I tell you to release. Do it now. You feel you arms heavy now. You will feel a little heavy or sleepy so you should sit down. You can smile for everyone” And she did, she thought she was making fun of me, but she could notice the tingly feeling on her skin and her body when I told her, she felt more relaxed with every breath and before she knew it she could eventually be mine. “You want to be truthful at all times. Do you sometimes feel like you are not as smart as people think? Do you want my phone number?” A lot of questions I asked her. I made her keep my number and put a specific sound. I told her that sound would make her feel relaxed. And then I woke her up and let her back down. People applauded but she believed she tricked me.
Of course, I sent her a message the next day. “Hello babygirl. I bet you are smiling right now ;) I hope you enjoyed the show last night. Are you coming again tonight? Do you want to drink a cup of coffee first?” It was a fun text, a bit flirty. But very calculated. I was walking towards the venue and she probably wasn’t aware that babygirl was a trigger word I snuck on the act. I knew she hated it, all her friends laughed when I said “When you read or hear the word babygirl, you will tell the truth and you will want to please”. She didn’t even scoff at it. Her friends were having a blast when she responded “Yes sir”. Inmediately, I sent a second text. “Oh babygirl, dress up pretty. You want to look pretty for me, don’t you? come with high heels, a skirt and a tight top. You are allowed to choose which thong to wear ;)” I sent the text fearing it was a little much after just the first time under the spell but I still took my chances. “Let’s meet a couple of hours before the actual show, babygirl. I have a proposition and we could have some time to practice if you agreed. Hurry up. You don’t want to take long, is that right? ;)” And then I went to the starbucks and waited for her.
“Hi! You look cute…babygirl”, I said when she arrived. I sat there and stare for a moment. I inspected how she looked, I reached to touch her skin, her face. I gave her a cup of coffee. I spoke slowly, steady. “So you came quickly, that makes me happy. You are going to love that coffee. You were such a good subject last night that I was hoping you could help me tonight as well. Of course we can get your friends a few tickets, babygirl. Who do you want to invite?” I tried to test if she remembered all the questions. “You’d basically be my assistant and of course we’d have to practice. Like right now, you are sitting there, listening, getting more relaxed with the sound of my voice. Isn’t that right, babygirl? You want to please me”. I leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “After you respond you are going to be very slutty, babygirl. You are going to the bathroom, take off that thong and give it to me when you come back”.
“Good girl, I like the wetspot”. I said with a smirk when she came back. “You’ve been a very horny little slut. Haven’t you, babygirl? You would get on your knees and suck my cock right here if I commanded you. Isn’t that right, babygirl?” I left the thong on the table for everyone to be able to see. “I’ll decide what you’ll wear once we go back to the venue. You need to show me how you look in a leotard. Did you bring one as I asked you?” I took a sip from my coffee and whispered in her ear “You love to be my little toy, don’t you?” I stood up. “Come on, chop chop, quickly. Let’s go. You can reply on the way”. As we walked together I put my hand over her ass. “We still have a couple of hours before the show”.
When we entered the venue and found ourselves alone I squeezed her butt and turned her around. I directed her hand to my crotch for her to feel how hard I was. “So you like it babygirl?” I didn’t wait for an answer before I pushed her to the middle of the stage. “You are going to model for me, act like a naughty little slut as you do. I want to see the leotard, the stockings. I want you to doll up for me, babygirl. Think you could make me happy?” I tossed the thong to the floor. “I also want to see you just in your underwear and of course naked. You are going to do a little show for me, try to please me”. I sat in a chair just outside the middle of the stage.
I made her straddle me. “That’s what I call a good little whore, move back and forth, come on little bitch, rub yourself against me”. I said softly near her ear as I groped her tits over her outfit. “This is a nice pair of tits. Tell me babygirl, ever thought you’d do this for a man? Ever thought you’d want to be so eager to please me?” I spanked her butt. “Hump faster, but you are not allowed to make yourself cum without permission. Today the show has a more select audience who paid a lot to see you become my little doll”. I laughed. “And you are going to be wearing that leotard with stockings and high heels, babygirl. Be sure to look cute with your makeup. Now, take my cock out”. I looked at her face as she did it, she still struggled a little with doing all this. I pinched her nipples and found a way to rub her clit over her clothes. “Also tell me, babygirl, are you getting horny? You can beg for my cock or for my cum. I took some pictures of your little show. Look” I showed her the pictures.
“Do you hate me, babygirl?” I started making a video of her rubbing against me, just a few seconds to show it to her later, maybe to her friends if I heard her talking nonsense. “When I call you ‘little slut’, you are going to feel the need to kneel, babygirl”. I moved the leotard to the side near her pussy. “You are so wet”. I played with her hair, breathing harder. “I feel so close”, I said as I grabbed her hair, my arm around her waist bringing her tighter. I spat on her just to see her reaction, I smeared it all over her face. “Are you still not ready to beg, babygirl? I would tell you to beg, but I want that to come from you…when you are ready”. I looked at the ropes I had ready for the private show. I teased her asshole circling it with my finger. “Not so feminist right now, isn’t that right? You want me to control you, little whore. You want me to make you my fuckdoll, isn’t that right babygirl?” I pulled her hair to make her look at her reflection as she seemed so desperate to cum. “You are making me cum, babygirl”. The moment after I said that, I blew my load on her clothes. “Slut, clean all that cum with your tongue. Yes, even the cum that fell on the floor, I’m going to take more pictures”, I told her. I looked at the clock, and the show was about to begin. “Stay with your outfit, we’ll start soon. It’s even better now that has cum all over it”.
The audience finally arrived. Just 4 people. She didn’t know 3 of them, but there was one of her professors there and he seemed surprised. “Little public today, babygirl”. I greeted them and shook their hands, pointe where they shoud sit and explained that we were having a little preshow to practice. They looked at her kneeling, conflicted. “It’s a shame we didn’t have time to invite your friends this time, babygirl. Maybe we can set up something for them later this week, maybe even later today”. I told her with a smile. “Come on babygirl, I told you to clean that up with your tongue. Do it for me”. I explained to them that she was bound to my voice and some words and sounds would make you do what I want. “After you are done cleaning up I want you to stand up and get here in front of these gentlemen, you are going to greet them being all cheerful and thank them for being here, tell them that you are here to serve your master”. I told them that they were allowed to touch her tits and spank her ass. I walked near her and whispered in her ear “If you please me, I’ll let you cum after they leave, maybe a little before if you beg, babygirl”. I told them that the show would consist in her obeying, and her professor pointed that it was impossible for a girl like her to act so submissive and there are things she would just never say. “I’m going to prove you wrong, sir. You’ll see her go on her knees to clean up as soon as I call her slut”. I replied to him before looking at her. “After you present yourself, you are going to tell them that you want to be a little fuckdoll, that you are a just a dumb woman who will accept whatever I say because I know what’s best and you are going to ask them if they want to cum over you or on the floor and that you are going to clean up, which you’ll do.”. And after saying that I went back to talk in her ear, “It’ll be a short show, they are already hard and will probably cum the moment you go on your knees when I call you slut, afterwards we’ll keep playing to make you cum, babygirl. Well you could always beg if you wanted to cum sooner”.
“An applause for my assistant, please!” I smacked her ass and pulled her closer to me. I touched her face lightly, gently. She probably didn’t expect that. I made her jump so they could see her tits bounce. I made her stand in a difficult and provocative position for a long time. I made her keep saying that she was just a dumb doll eager to please, that she loved cleaning my cum, that she’d let me do anything to her and she wanted to do everything for me.
They asked if they could buy her from me, but I told them that she was not for sale, she was a doll that belongs to me and won’t respond to another master. I could share her like right now, but I liked to keep my dolls while they please me. After the first one took out his cock and started jerking off, the other two followed suite. “You are going to go on your knees and crawl to the middle of the stage, dance for them to make them cum. Tell them to cum. And if someone tells you to get closer to blow a load, you will and then you’ll crawl back to keep dancing. I want you to moan as if you were getting fucked as you do it”. I smiled. “Do it now, little slut”.
The first one covered her face, the second one came too quickly afterwards so it fell on the floor and told her to lick it. The third one followed soon in her face as she got closer for cleaning. Thet did it releasing a growling sound. And as soon as they were done, they left. They clearly didn’t care much about her.
Just her professor stayed and as soon as just the three of us remained, he asked me if he could penetrate you. I told him no, but I’d let him watch me fuck you for a couple of minutes. He did. Same rules as before, no pictures nor videos unless I told them. He agreed and looked at her with disgust as she licked cum from the floor. He said: “You’re such a stupid cunt, and such a tease. You deserve to be a fuckdoll for him”. I told her to remain kneeling, face down and ass up and to open her holes for me, to expose herself. The professor keot looking at her, furiously masturbating. I thrust inside her, and after seeing me ramming her a couple of times he explodes. On the floor. And begins walking out.
He was half way out when he heard the begging. I told him to bring me a mirror and put it in front of her, and then to leave. Which he did. I pulled her hair and forced her to look at herself again. I groaned and moaned and growled. I fucked harder and harder. “It wasn’t so difficult, babygirl.” I rammed with violence. “To accept that you are my fuckdoll”. I pushed her face to the floor again to smear her with more cum and spit, then made her look her reflection again. “You love it little whore” I slapped her face and made her wait for permission just a little longer. “Fuck your cunt is so tight for my cock”. I kept using her like a fucktoy. “I’m going to fill you with so much cum”. I basked on the way she broke down to beg. “You are allowed to cum” I told her as I let out a deep breath and kept thrusting as I knew I would flood your insides as soon as you came for me.
As I felt her pussy clenching around my thick shaft when I erupted inside her with a roar. Powerful. Violent. Pushing her to the floor harder, making my warm seed reach as deep inside her as possible. Deep long breaths. “I might even breed you, babygirl”. I pulled out for a moment and looked at her exhausted, defeated. I took a picture, several pictures. “Babygirl, be a good doll for your master. Clean my cock with your tongue and then clean the floor with your clothes.” She could barely move. “You are allowed to rest for a few minutes.” I went back to my hypnosis work on her. “You will wear those same clothes to go home. After you clean up and rest a little, you will not take a shower until tomorrow. You will remember the pleasure and feelings you felt today but will not remember who was in the audience. You are allowed to play with yourself but always send me a text to informe me asking for permission to cum. Your orgasms are mine now. Next time I’m using that ass. You will let me know just before you lay down to sleep. You will thank me. And now, babygirl, be truthful. Tell me you love being my fuckdoll”. I smirked and laughed.
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