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  HYPNO STUD

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  Jen Eastwood

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  This is a work of erotic fiction and is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. Please enjoy this story, but be advised that it contains sexual themes and explicit language. Please exercise personal discretion if you believe you may find this content objectionable. If you proceed further you accept full liability for your actions and consent to reading adult material.

  The characters and events in this story are intended for titillation purposes only and in no way represent any real people or transpired events. Any similarity to actual individuals or events is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are the age of 18 or above.

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  HYPNO STUD

  It seemed ridiculous, but the dusty book claimed the mind control method worked. I was incredibly skeptical of anything like that. But I couldn't stop myself from trying for shits and giggles. This research project on pseudo-scientific theories was proving more entertaining than I might have thought.

  I walked up to the library counter thinking Bridgette would be a good test case. She had always been a bitch about my late fees. It was a shame, because I always had the hots for the quiet, bookish type. “Only one today.”

  She squinted behind those oversized glasses. “But you still owe over twenty bucks, Trent.”

  “Well, shit.” I took a deep breath and recalled the technique. A hard glare right in the subjects eyes, lean forward, and whistle a C note. I recited in my head Do as I will it be, for it is service I call you to. I tried not to laugh at myself as I held the stare.

  The tone drifted through the lobby. Bridgette's eye's shot open as she asked, “What is it you need?”

  I almost fell over when I realized what was going on. I stammered for a moment and asked, “Will you waive the fines?”

  “Do you command it?”

  I glanced to see if the other two library assistants noticed anything out of the ordinary. Both had their faces deep in books. “Yeah. Waive the late fees if you can.”

  Bridgette clacked on the keyboard, looked up, and said, “Done.”

  “And I want you to check this book out for me.”

  She took the mind control book that apparently wasn't full of shit. A quick scan and she handed it back to me. “Is there anything else you'd like me to do?”

  Why the fuck not? I jotted down my address on a blank card and handed it to her. “Meet me here at seven.”

  Bridgette smiled and said, “Yes sir.”

  I waited, wondering if Bridgette was just playing along to make me look like an idiot. At seven on the dot, I heard a knock on the door. Now what the hell am I gonna do with her?

  Checking through the peephole, I saw Bridgette still in the sweater and plaid skirt she was in earlier that afternoon. She looked straight ahead like a toy soldier, arms straight against her sides. Her posture creeped me out a bit.

  I unlocked the deadbolt and eased the door open. Before she could open her mouth I ordered, “Come in.”

  Bridgette smiled and walked past me, stopping in the middle of the room in the same stance. I walked around her and took a once-over. Her body seemed rigid as a board.

  “You can relax now,” I said as I tried to figure out exactly what I had done to the poor girl.

  “Is that an order?”

  “Yes, for fuck's sake, relax on the couch over there!”

  Bridgette complied, walking over to the old sofa I had pulled from the curb of a dormitory on campus. She plopped herself down and crossed her legs. Her eyes remained locked on me.

  “Bridgette, what can I ask you to do?”

  She tilted her head to the side a bit and said, “Anything you desire.”

  Anything, huh? “Is there anything you won't do if I command it?”

  Bridgette shook her head. “No sir.”

  It was time to test whether she was pulling a gag too far. “I order you to take your sweater off.”

  She took right to it, pulling the heavy yarn over her head and tossing it aside. I didn't expect her breasts to be so large and shapely, but Bridgette did keep them well-hidden. It certainly was a complete reversal of her character.

  “Now, take that skirt off.”

  “Yes Trent.” It slid down her thighs, revealing a garter belt under the conservative plaid that had covered her knees. My jaw dropped as I noticed exactly how cute she really was underneath her man-repellent outfit.

  I struggled to think of what to order her to do next. Sex immediately sprang to mind, but I wanted to have some fun first. “Do ten jumping-jacks.”

  Bridgette stood and flailed her limbs out with each jump. I marveled at the bounce of her tits inside her bra. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them.

  She stopped after the tenth and stood at attention. “Now, dance around a little for me.”

  “What kind of dance, Trent?”

  A polka, the stankyleg, a fucking waltz? I don't know. “Something sexy like you see on TV.”

  Bridgette took right to writhing herself about, moving in a rhythm that accentuated her curves. I felt my pants get tighter as I watched. She turned to show off her ass, and that was all it took.

  I stepped over to take a seat next to where she had been sitting. I pulled my shoes off and kicked off my jeans for a final test. “Now I want a lap dance.”

  She straddled my crotch and lowered herself down. I felt the mound underneath her panties rub against the silk of my boxers. Within seconds, I was on the receiving end of a slow, sensual dry hump.

  Bridgette shoved her breasts in my face. I couldn't help giving them a quick motorboat. Her C cups buzzed against my face. Apparently part of the order included an unspoken, “And fucking enjoy it too.”

  I felt her hands push my face even harder into her chest. Her hair fell over my head in soft strands. By the time Bridgette had worked me up to full hardness, I had to back off to get some air.

  “Bridgette, how in the hell did you learn to do this?”

  She looked confused. “I only date older men, and they teach you a thing or two.”

  “Then show me what else you know.”

  Bridgette slid down my body and into the floor. I felt her soft fingers enter my boxers, taking a light hold on my dick. She stroked at the pace of a glacier, grinning like a fox the entire time.

  A draft hit my manhood as Bridgette pulled it out of the underwear. She leaned forward as I felt her warm breath meet my cock. The first delicate lick sent pinpricks up my spine.

  Bridgette's lips closed around the head. Her thick plume of brunette covered my lap as the rest of my length disappeared into her mouth. I sent both hands down to applaud the efforts with a gentle push. The suggestion prodded Bridgette onward as she held me in a tight vacuum.

  Her tongue joined the effort, taking swift little strokes at the head and incredibly sensitive underside. I groaned my approval as her fingers closed around my sack.

  I still had enough sense to throw another order at Bridgette. “Start fingering yourself and come when I tell you to.”

  The vibrations from her throat rattled my cock as she joined me in getting worked up. I was ready to start driving myself balls-deep into her pussy when her dam broke only seconds later. Bridgette kept sucking, even as her body shook my own with the sudden climax.

  “Don't stop.” Bridgette's slim body felt electric as she pushed beyond the normal limits of what a woman would do to herself. Her voice rattled around my girth like the bead in a whistle.

  As Bridgette's skin turned red, I decided on a bit of mercy. “Come for me.�
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  Indeed she did. Her body went flaccid, forcing me to bend over to hold her up. I pulled her into my lap and let her shake out what I had put her through. The fingers on her right hand were sopping wet.

  I took a quick survey of her body as Bridgette regained her senses. I was ready to see how far I could take this whole hypnosis trick. “Get on all fours.”

  Bridgette shivered as she crawled into position. She looked back at me as I took a quick swat at her ass. It left a mark like a red hand painted on porcelain. Bridgette flinched and asked, “Like this, Trent?”

  I smiled and said, “Just like that.” Her ass presented itself like an inviting home. I propped myself up to my knees and pulled her panties aside.

  The slim, tight folds of her pussy dripped with her excitement. I dipped a finger into her opening just to test the waters. Warm, and wet to the point of hearing it.

  I slid my tip up and down her valley before I decided the panties had to go. I unhooked the garter, letting the black lace slide down her thighs. The stockings remained for now.

  “I want you to come on my dick this time.”

  Bridgette looked back through her glasses. Her inability to fulfill the order while I was still outside of her looked painful. With a whimper in her voice she begged, “Please fuck me sir.”

  I granted her wish, sliding myself in without a hint of resistance from her tight walls. The utmost warmth swallowed me as I sank further inside. Bridgette kept looking back, an expression of pure satisfaction covering her face.

  The wetness in her pussy leaked out around my shaft as I hit the furthest point. Bridgette pushed herself into me, trying to pull me even deeper inside. I pulled back and sank back in, giving her the benefit of a moan straight from the scrambled channels.

  Bridgette rocked herself back and forth. I allowed her to take her pleasures, sliding my entire length in and out of herself. As her breathing picked up, a sadistic streak came over me.

  I pulled out and ordered Bridgette, “Follow me.” The want in her eyes was almost heartbreaking, but I knew I had to see how far I could take this. I made my way to room in the back of the house where I stored quite a bit of junk.

  Rummaging through a box as Bridgette stood helpless, I pulled out a few lengths of nylon rope. I walked past her and said, “Follow me in here.” My bedroom seemed like the best place to push the boundaries of what my least favorite bookworm could handle.

  Once inside, I guided Bridgette to my bed and sat her down on the mattress. “Hands behind your back.” She complied like a soldier on drill. I lashed the rope around each wrist and pulled the knot tight.

  Pushing her back, I spread Bridgette's legs and gave her a merciful game of in-and-out. I smiled and back away again, seeing the disappointment and slight pain in her face. “Please fuck me, sir.”

  I forced Bridgette onto her stomach and wrapped the cord around the fabric of her stockings. I pulled the knot even tighter. Standing up I asked, “How badly do you need it right now?”

  “More than anything.”

  “Do you deserve it?”

  “That's up to you, sir.”

  I sat down beside her face, pulling her head into my lap. Bridgette went back to taking her tongue to my cock. I rewarded my new pet with a middle finger in her pussy. “That's all you get for now, but I want you to fuck me all night.”

  The new order couldn't have been obeyed in her current position. Harsh discomfort came over Bridgette as her glasses fell to the floor. She tried her damnedest to wiggle into position on my lap.

  “You having a hard time?”

  “I can't do it, Trent.”

  I grinned to myself as I ran a hand underneath her bra. “And why not?”

  “You're not letting me.”

  I pushed her out of my lap and stood up. Bridgette looked almost heartbroken. I attached one more length of rope to the bedpost, giving her five foot lead to wiggle around on. “You'll stay here for a while. I'll wear you out when I get back.”

  Bridgette whined and sent tears coursing down her cheeks. “Have I been bad?”

  No, but I need to get my camera back from Doug, now. “Very.” I slammed the door behind me.

  I returned to find Bridgette waiting impatiently for my return. She had squirmed her way to the foot of the bed, pouting at my absence. I smiled and turned the camera on.

  Bridgette fidgeted and begged as I snapped photo after photo. If the hypnosis was only temporary, I'd be glad to look at the photos any time she yelled about my late fees in the future. Either way, I had my proof that the technique worked.

  Without skipping a beat, I picked up where I had left off an hour ago. "Bridgette, get back on the bed." The camera's shutter snapped constantly as she struggled to worm her way back onto the mattress.

  She finally made it up as I swapped out the memory card. Her face begged for the fulfillment of her earlier order to fuck my brains out. I got closer and took a few close-ups.

  Bridgette finally broke her silence, begging, "Please."

  "I order you to stay like that all night."

  She looked like I had just shattered her greatest dreams. "But I can't follow your other order like this."

  The camera kept popping off. "Well, you'll have to figure out how to do both."

  I could tell it was becoming too much for her to handle without some sort of emotional breakdown. If it's possible to blue-screen a human being, I'm sure I had her on the verge of it. "But..." Her voice trailed off, knowing the futility of the complaint.

  My mind tried to come up with new games to play with my sudden pet. Physical cruelty didn't appeal to me, but the mental side of it was driving me into high gear down below. "Do you want me to be nice to you?"

  "It's your decision."

  I unzipped my jeans again, seeing the hope rise in Bridgette's face. "Getting excited?"

  She nodded her head. "Yes sir."

  "That's quite a look you've got on your face. I take requests."

  "But that's your job."

  "Fine," I said as I kicked my shoes back off and dropped trow, "I command you to tell me what you want me to do to you."

  Bridgette bit her lower lip. "Fuck me," she pleaded, "hard."

  I pulled the rigid member out of my boxers and let it bob up and down. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” Bridgette begged, “please!”

  I stepped over and flipped Bridgette on her side, letting her bare ass face me. Her pussy was swollen and sopping wet. I slid the tip between the plush lips and toyed with her opening. “Are you positive?”

  Bridgette broke into a sobbing fit as I felt the heat from her folds almost double. I pulled my dick away and pulled her legs up to untie the rope binding them. I had to see her face when she finally had her greatest desire granted.

  I slung the extra rope into the floor and rolled Bridgette onto her back. The hands tied behind her propped her chest up enough to give her breasts a little more prominence than usual. I pulled off my shirt and slid on top of her.

  As my boxers slid down, I caught Bridgette opening her eyes. The mascara had already streaked down both cheeks and onto the comforter. Her pussy felt burning hot, even as my shaft stayed inches away.

  She looked up at my face with her big, brown eyes and begged, “Please, Trent. Make me come.”

  I pulled a hand down and gave her clit a quick once-over. Bridgette jumped, almost trembling with a quick climax. I jerked it back, not willing to let her come without me being inside her.

  The warm embrace of her entrance flowed around my cock as I pressed in. Bridgette's expression turned to pure ecstasy as I granted her wish, her gasp almost stealing the air from the room. I let myself settle deep inside, feeling her try in vain to pull her bound hands around to wrap around me. She pulled it off with her legs, keeping me locked inside.

  I refused to move even a fraction of an inch, taking in the whole experience. Her hair ran through my hand as I asked, “Is it everything you wanted?”

  “I want to-”
I pumped out and back in, hard, “-come, Trent.”

  The silky texture of her flesh slid against the skin of my dick, multiplying Bridgette's volume with each stroke. “If I let you come, you have to do something extra-special for me.”

  I jammed myself deep. “Gah, fuck!” Bridgette's cheeks blushed a deep crimson. “Anything. Just keep fucking me.”

  “What if you don't like it?”

  Another forceful stab. “Tell me! Fuck me!”

  I wasn't ready to spill the beans just yet, but I wasn't ready to be a completely evil bastard quite yet. I locked my elbows around her arms and propped myself up. Bridgette's voice rang through the bedroom with each explosive jolt.

  With the warning of a lightning strike, Bridgette's orgasm burst through in steel lock of her body. I pulled out and felt the violent tremors underneath me. I had just enough time to dash over for the camera, snapping the tail end of the climax, her back and feet arching her ass a foot above the mattress.

  Bridgette collapses in on herself, gasping for air as I stared on. For the first time since her binding, both mentally and physically, I knew she would be under my control until I specifically said she could be free. “That's a good girl.”

  She couldn't respond, still trying to catch enough oxygen for basic functions. I put the camera down and curled up behind her petite body. Goosebumps rose on her arms as I stroked her cheek, letting Bridgette know that her master was pleased.

  Bridgette tried to roll over to face me. I gave her a hand, pulling her onto her back. She looked at me and asked, “Am I being good now?”

  I stuck my index finger in her mouth, letting her suck it off as I spoke. “Very good, but now you've got to do something else. Something that proves how much you want to please me.”

  She smiled around my finger. I slipped the middle in as well. Bridgette took right to both, giving it an effort that would please any man.

  “But you might not like it.” Her smile deepened around both digits. “I want to come inside you.”

  The idea drove her to further feats of oral talent. I had to wonder how long I could last before losing myself once I started fucking Bridgette again. Whether it was a few seconds or an hour, I knew I wanted to push the boundaries of sanity with her.