The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Give it up gentlemen for the one and only, Beautiful and Bewitching Cara!!” A group of rowdy young bachelors cheer and whistle as I make my dramatic entrance from a set of parting vaginal curtains, dancing sensuously over a dark neon runway like some playful, horny vixen in heat.

One clean cut boy in the front row looks completely mesmerized at the sight of my damp camel toe and bare tummy slowly undulating with the loud music, a temporary ‘Breed Me’ womb tattoo printed in cursive over my lower abdomen seeming to make his pants rise up even higher.

I shoot him a very flirty wink and kiss with heavy mascara covered eyelids, using my large platform heels to kick an empty shot glass as I teasingly dance towards him, grinding on his bulge and running my nails down his collar, trying my best to make him cum in his pants for me, and giggling when I soon notice the small jizz stain I’ve caused.

“Hehe…Clean up on aisle you~”

He’s so lost in my beauty, relishing in desire, his lips aching to feel mine when I lean closer, rolling my tongue and acting like I’m going to French him, making this poor soul desperately yearn for my taste, only to flip his tie over his shoulder and spin around last second, sticking my open ass right in his face and letting him kiss that instead.

“Hell yeah!” Another man beside him tucks a wad of cash in my skimpy thong string as I crawl back onstage like a dainty cat.

The music picks up faster, and I can’t help blushing under my slutty makeup when I realize the entire club is mine now, there’s even a whole gang of bikers pausing their game of pool near the front entrance just to watch my dance.

All of the security bouncers look mesmerized too, that buff one to my left seems to greatly enjoy the sight of my long kicking legs and barely covered chest. He gives me a smirk as I bite my glossy lips and flutter my lashes his way, thrusting my hips in the air practically begging for someone to come and fuck my brains out…

I can tell he’s fighting the urge to run his hands around me himself right now, especially once I pull down on my thong, briefly flashing everyone just long enough to show my shaven wet kitty for half a tantalizing second.

All this sexy attention is really turning me on too, and making me feel like an absolute sex goddess. None of the other girls here even to my captive audience anymore, I know they’d all do anything just to have one ionate night alone with me.

I can feel their lustful eyes hungrily devouring every inch of my glittery body, all the cheers and catcalls growing louder as I undo my sparkly pink top, letting it fall to the stage floor while endless cash rains like a paper green storm over the runway, all for the privilege of basking in my glory.

“Mmm~”

My soft, girly voice gives a horny sigh as I slowly rise back up, dancing over to a golden, self heated pole, wrapping my legs around its warm base and spinning in hypnotic, dizzying circles, the club getting so blurry as I relent to desire and gush clear feminine love beneath my sparkling thong...

Can’t believe I’ve been working in this sleazy place for nearly two weeks already.

Being a stripper isn’t exactly my dream job, but times are tough right now and OnlyFans wasn’t gonna cut it anymore. Even that crappy waitressing gig I’d managed to score last month barely scratched the surface of all the rent, bills, and car payments my boyfriend and I were currently drowning in.

It’s enough to make me lose my mind, everyday seems like such a struggle just to survive...

...That is until he suggested I try out for some popular gentleman’s club downtown, much to my surprise!

Originally an adult themed hookah lounge back in the late 90’s known locally as ‘The Harem’, these new owners have since rebranded themselves as ‘Hip-Notic Entertainment’, even drawing the attention of a few celebrities on social media, so I was actually somewhat familiar with them already.

Apparently my boyfriend knew one of the managers from college or something, I’m not really sure, our conversation seems kinda hazy when I try thinking back on it.

At first I’d been really put off by the idea of debasing myself in front of total strangers like some cheap, painted up whore, not to mention how dangerous this part of LA was, especially late at night.

Online modeling was one thing, but becoming an actual real life stripper? What would my family and friends think of something like that? Even if I managed to find a better job, I’d never be able to live it down!

But the more I looked into his soothing dark eyes and relaxed my overactive mind, the easier it became to just accept his suggestion of paying the bills through exotic dancing.

I mean, it’s not much different from OnlyFans, right? And there’d be plenty of security to make sure I was safe. I’d gone from steamed up and ready for yet another long night of fighting, to actually feeling rather drowsy and tired.

Not sure if it had anything to do with that stupid ‘Calm Your Girlfriend in 12 Easy Steps’ book he’d recently wasted our dwindling funds on, but everything started to make sense the more I let myself just slip off and agree with everything.

I can sort of absent-mindedly nodding along to his words as they grew more distant and inaudible, before dozing off at the snap of his fingers, and when I awoke the next morning, I was ready to audition for my exciting new career!

“So you got a name baby, or can I just call you mine for tonight?”

I cross my arms, giving an unimpressed smirk to this so-called ‘influencer’ trying his best to put the ‘rizz’ on me near the open bar and DJ, before covering my mouth in an obviously fake yawn.

After finishing my spicy debut on the pole, I’d gone back to the dressing rooms to count how much I’d made in tips, using my short break to chat with some of the other girls and even do a quick shot for confidence, before slipping into a dark blue string bikini to work the main floor.

But there wasn’t enough tequila in the world to make that bullshit work on me.

Honestly his confidence was sorta cute I guess, but when I agreed to be in his little “rizzing up girls at the stripclub” video, I assumed he’d end up buying a dance from me, or at the very least compensate me for my time wasted.

“Hmmm...So not interested...Just call me out of your league, small fry.”

I flick his upturned hat with a scoff, making sure to roll my eyes at the phone his clown of a friend is using to record us, continuing to smirk like an untouchable diva while playing with my large hoop earrings.

“Damn girl, c’mon don’t be like that. How ‘bout we change the scenery? I’d take you someplace nicer like a movie but I don’t wanna get in trouble for bringing my own snacks.” They both chuckle as I fix my skimpy blue top, turning away and giving another fake, dismissive yawn.

Sheesh, I’ve heard better pickup lines on Tinder...

“Mhm. Well I’ve got a dance to sell, so if you don’t mind—”

“Wait, hold on! Think I know how to catch a fine baddie playin’ hard to get~” Now he’s the one playfully smirking, motioning his friend to keep filming as he reaches into his pocket.

I let out a groan, thinking he’s about to pull out his pecker or something. Good thing security is nearby, but the last thing I needed right now was to cause a scene when I’m still the new girl.

But instead he just opens his ‘Bad Motherfucker’ wallet, flashing a roll of hundreds in my surprised face, the numbers all blurring together as I watch him shuffle the green cash around before me like some flashy magician performing a card trick.

Seriously? It’s going to take a lot more than just a couple bucks to make me drop my...my...

Oh...Actually, that does look pretty enticing...

“See, all you really need to score a ten is a little charm and some paper~” He tells his friend, both of them grinning mischievously before turning back to me, sliding an underhand high-five as they watch me slowly becoming more and more enraptured.

Even the vibrant club and rhythmic loud music is starting to fade, all I’m able to focus on is the cash he’s flaunting. It soon dawns on me that I can’t seem to pull my eyes away, but I don’t really care anymore.

All that money is so fascinating, I mean, not quite as much as I’d made dancing tonight but still, I’ve always been incredibly attracted to wealth and power. It just feels so nice to relax, and let myself become dazed by the flipping green bills, enjoying a slight dampness forming in my obvious tight camel toe.

“Check it, I got this bitch under a spell now.” He moves the cash side to side, my face gently following along with a slack jaw and wide open eyes, looking totally hypnotized...

Wow, he’s really flexing on me right now, and he’s so right too. I am under a spell, there’s no point in denying it or resisting, especially when I’m so naturally weak and vulnerable like this.

Wish I had all that money...Actually, I wish I was dating a rich guy instead...I’d do anything to be spoiled and pampered like the queen I know I am...

“Let’s see those goods baby!” He draws my awestruck face around in mesmerized circles, before nodding me up and down in perfect unison with the swirling green vortex, remaining blissfully unaware as I slowly pull down on my little micro top...

“Y-Yeah, sure....Whatever you...Whatever you say...”

“Holy shit!! That’s so fucking hot!!” His friend immediately moves closer to film my exposed chest, lightly covered with drool and sparkly glitter.

“Now you wanna give up your Instagram...But not before kissing me...” He quickly checks to make sure the bouncers are looking away, the nearest one busy chatting up a girl himself, while the other vibes to the music, sipping on some iced brandy.

“Yes, I’ll uh...I’ll give you my Instagram...But not before kissing you...”

My glossy lips pucker as I lean forward, closing my vacant eyes and feeling his own forceful smooching, taking the back of my ponytail and starting to full on make out with me!!

Our tongues meet as we French, my heart racing with excitement as I drench myself in a waterfall of pleasure, until it’s enough that I’m finally able to snap out of it, gasping when I realize I’m kissing this guy!!

“Ah! What...What the hell?!?” My face blushes red as they laugh, high fiving and telling their chat to like and follow ‘if they want to see another mind trick on this sexy babe’.

Ugh, can’t believe that actually worked...

Still, that was pretty hot. I’d be lying if I said getting hypnotized like that didn’t turn me on, and when they me his phone I find myself tagging my own page in the description without really thinking about what I’m doing, just acting second nature like in a dream.

“You were fine as hell before but shit, look even better in a trance, girl.”

“Hm, whatever…I wasn’t hypnotized, just acting for the stream.” I continue blushing under my heavy makeup, fixing my top back up while sighing and just shaking my head in embarrassed disbelief.

Damn, they really pulled a fast one on me like that, and what’s more filmed it for the whole internet to enjoy. I’m sure plenty of online virgins are already roasting me for getting hypnotized by this guy’s cash like some ditzy airhead.

Well, it might be good for my own exposure in any case. And who knows, maybe I’ll end up growing my own online following as a girl who’s easily hypnotized...

“I couldn’t agree more, gentlemen...” A deep, masculine voice suddenly comes from behind me, speaking with a lovely British accent and sending nice vibrations through my shivering legs, wrapping me up in a comforting, protective aura.

“...But I’m afraid this sweet little angel belongs to me.”

Now a much older man has come to my rescue, looking around his late 40’s with a bit of light stubble on his handsome face. I gasp when I realize just how tall he is, gently circling his finger over my open backside, before taking my ponytail in his grasp.

“Yo, who the fuck are you? I laid eyes on this bitch first so hands off! Besides, I already paid for a dance with her.” The hundreds are tucked into my cleavage, squeezing my breast and lightly tapping my face. His friend draws an imposing switchblade, and I follow it back and forth with a very nervous look, audibly gasping.

“I’m her husband, of course. Now, kindly step off before things get ugly.”

Husband? Yeah, he wishes. I’ve never been married before and I don’t plan on it anytime soon. My boyfriend might not have always been the best but I’m not about to abandon him for some random in a club, even if he was pretty hot...

“Pff, husband? This bitch ain’t married, she’s a god damn stripper, the fuck you on about?”

“Oh I assure you she’s all mine. Just ask her if you don’t believe me, isn’t that right, Cara?”

I have no clue what he’s trying to pull here but I don’t want anyone to get hurt or worse because of me, that menacing switchblade he’s flashing is really making my palms sweat and my heart race!

I’m about to say that he can have whatever he wants from me if he just puts that away, but before I get a chance to try talking them down and cooling everyone’s ions, I feel a pair of soft fingers pressing on either side of my head, massaging deep into my temples and drawing a heavy sigh from my parting, glossy lips.

Oh....That...That feels wonderful...

It’s like there’s a pleasurable current flowing through my brain, all of my thoughts evaporating one by one until I can’t even who I am or what’s going on anymore...

“Relax...I’ll take care of you...” Not sure where that voice is coming from, but it sounds inescapable, echoing inside my own empty head, becoming all I can think about as my mind fully clears and I sink into dreamy euphoria.

“...Just relax and be mine...Good girl...You are in my power now...Your mind is under my control...Without my control you are lost...You need my guidance, Cara...Give in...Trust me and surrender yourself...”

Slowly I stand straight up at attention, my eyes crossing as they flutter and roll up completely white, my slack mouth leaking more drool as I fall into a cataleptic trance with my arms held firmly at my sides.

“You are my wife...I am your husband...Feel it becoming true...You have always been my wife...And you are desperately in love with me...”

His power vibrates against my happy, tingling clit, massaging in slow, rhythmic circles as I subconsciously open wider for him under my blue thong, feeling so powerless and weak to his masculine spell.

“Yes...I have always been your wife...You are my husband...I’m desperately in love with you...” I drone out so lifelessly, unaware that I’ve even said anything.

“These two are clowns...You want to come with me instead...You belong with your husband, Cara...You need to be with your husband...”

“I...I belong with my husband...I need to be with my husband...Ohhhaa...” My eyelids flutter open, still fully white and rolled up into my head, relaxing deeper and going along with the motions as he guides me to nod up and down in his mental massage.

Eventually his fingers leave my temples, opening his drab coat to flash a silver Glock tucked into a leather holster, scaring the vultures off while I remain asleep and oblivious, so lost in a vacant, thoughtless heaven...

“Whoa, hey man it’s cool, you can keep her...”

He turns me around once they’re both gone, smirking at how deeply I’ve fallen and the utterly mesmerized look on my dolled up face snoozing away in bliss, letting a quiet snore escape me...

Snap!

“Awake, my sleeping beauty. Open those pretty blue eyes and wake for me now. What a good, sweet girl...That’s it, rise and shine, little sleepy princess.” Abrasive music suddenly floods my ears when I come back to reality, mildly startled to find myself holding hands with this kind stranger, exciting as it may be.

Mmm, wow he’s even more handsome and suave than I realized. Best looking guy I’ve seen in years, so much easier on the eyes than anyone else in this place, especially those lowlife influencer punks, wherever they’ve run off too.

“Such a hapless damsel you make, Cara. How lucky I was nearby to rescue you from those classless hoodlums.” That pristine accent is so very intriguing, I can’t help but feel drawn in by his every word, and such inviting dark eyes too...

“Careful, they’ve got a rule about touching the butterflies in here, Mister—”

“Alastair Salem, Master of Mentalism at your service, love.” He kisses the back of my hand with a confidence that makes me squeal, biting my lips while he interlocks our fingers together.

“Ohh...Well Mister Salem, you’re quite a long way from home, what brings you all the way to LA?”

My lashes flutter innocently, trying my best to appear soft and helpless for him, relishing in how girly he’s making me feel.

“Circumstances demanded I leave England behind...Let’s just say I’ve come here seeking a fresh partner for my new...act.”

“Act? You’re a stage performer? Like a magician or something?...Is...Is that what you just did? You...You uh...”

“I hypnotized you, of course. Placed you into a more agreeable and suggestive state. Just one of the many talents I possess, you’ll find.” He seems to enjoy how flustered that word makes me, as I quickly glance towards the counter with an awkward look.

Prancing around all night topless or in a bikini was one thing, but chatting about hypnosis and mentalism with an attractive stranger...?

“I loved your enticing performance onstage earlier tonight, but really it was your innate ability to drop into a trance which caught my interest. When I noticed you falling to such a low level trick, I knew I’d found the pretty companion I’d been searching for.”

Another kiss sends my heart into a fluttering storm, enjoying the way his eyes scan me up and down, his fingers plucking the cash from between my tits and handing it to me.

“H-Hey, there’s still a no touching rule in place...I-I mean, I don’t want you to get thrown out or anything...”

“Now why should that happen to me, when I’m merely chatting up my lovely wife on her break?”

I’m a bit confused at first, until he dramatically waves his hand across my eyes with such theatrical flair, instantly causing them to open wide and stare blankly forward into nothing, the world around us melting under a blissful dream again.

“You have always been my wife, Cara. We are happily married, you and I.” His voice drops to an echo, my jaw going slack and pupils shrinking as they cross, a warm cloud enveloping me as I sigh and let myself go, spacing out completely into his power.

“Yes...I have always been your wife...We are happily married...You and...I...” My own muffled voice sounds distant and inaudible to me, even the loud DJ playing across from us no longer even s to my somnolent and subdued brain.

“You’re a very good girl, Cara, and you enjoy being hypnotized by me.” He openly waves over my face again, using a deep mystic prose to enchant me further into compliancy, noticing the perky hard nips poking through my flimsy little top at being so dominated.

“Yes...I am a very good girl...I enjoy being hypnotized by you...”

“You’re going to give me a private dance now, and let me touch you wherever I please.”

One of the other girls has a very cheeky, knowing look as she watches him totally mind tricking me from across the bar, pursing her lips when I stand in a fully unaware daze, taking his arm to lead my charming husband somewhere more isolated...

“Yes Master...Touch me wherever you please...”

I’m still riding on a nice hypnotic high by the time I’ve led him to the champagne rooms near the back, faintly shrouded in a narrow hallway lined with artistic nude photographs.

A bright neon sign flashes VIP just above an intimate closeup of two girls kissing in monochrome, while another shows the colorless outline of a naked model laying on the hood of an expensive sports car.

My thoughts are still quite fuzzy and seemingly far beyond my reach, but conscious awareness is gradually returning to me, albeit very slowly, mindlessly pulling one of the drab curtains open.

“For you, my lovely. So they might see what true beauty looks like.” I gasp when he snaps his fingers near my fluttering eyes, suddenly presenting me with a wrapped bouquet of white roses conjured from nowhere!

“Oooo...Soo pretty...” Even under a pleasant trance like this I can’t help but swoon, taking the flowers and kissing his cheek as I invite him inside, quickly shutting the curtain behind us.

With my hands on his broad shoulders I guide him towards a small, single person couch, tossing his coat over the armrest and treating him like a king with a nice massage.

“Oh damn...Nice piece...” My eyes widen once I notice a gun holster and silver Glock 45, watching the front of his pants also ri to an impressive length, almost like a mountain.

Fuck...So much bigger than that...guy I was living with...Um, what’s his name, again?

“Apologies love, you’re just a very attractive woman, is all.” He adjusts himself with a sexy chuckle, my eyes never leaving his bulge until he strikes a match to light a paper rolled tobacco spliff, taking a long drag before offering it to me.

“Oh, no no that’s fine...It’s very fat- I mean uh, very flattering...” I take a small hit, lightly coughing as my weary head fills with even more dizzying tingles.

We it back and forth until the small room is completely hotboxed, the paper filter end now coated in my clear lip gloss, killing it in a nearby ashtray and pressing a button on the wall to dim the lights, giving him a sultry look as I begin rocking my hips to a slow jazzy tune.

Overhead a small electric disco ball comes to life, rotating in circles and casting a colorful array of twinkling neon lights over the cramped walls, this skimpy little micro bikini turning lime green under the blacklight.

“Ahh, so this must be how the crown feels...” He kicks back like a pimp, rubbing himself as I continue my dance, pulling down on my top and flashing my tits right in his face.

My arms raise up in the air while I commence with a few tummy rolls and undulations, eventually going topless, loving just how throbbing big I’ve made him, swaying my hips invitingly and sighing as I massage my sensitive nipples.

When my thong drops I playfully kick the drenched bottoms towards him, landing right over his crotch, his face beaming as I spin and twirl my naked body in place for his enjoyment, letting him see how incredibly wet all this is making me...

Soon he’s unzipped himself, and my jaw drops wide open when I see an absolute monster of a cock sticking right up for me, clear precum trailing so enticingly over his foreskin, I can’t help but feel hypnotized watching him stroke up and down.

“Oh my god...That...That’s beautiful...Mmmnnn...” I give a horny gasp as I start fingering myself, so tranced out to the sight of his gorgeous manhood, dropping down and moving closer on my knees.

“You like it, Cara? Why don’t you show me how to appreciate a real man?” He takes the back of my ponytail, moving his cock back and forth like a veiny metronome in my face, half lidded eyes trailing along helplessly captivated...

I’m so horny and dicknotized now, all I can manage is a quiet moan in response, before I’ve wrapped my lips around his long girth, sucking a vacuum and licking my tongue in circles around his sensitive foreskin as he guides me to blow him faster, eager to draw out his seed and taste it coating down my throat...

About an hour or so later and we’re both subtly leaving through the back entrance with our arms locked, his coat draped over me for warmth. My transparent stripper heels click against the pavement as I gaze off into space with an oblivious smile.

Technically I’m supposed to be here for another two hours, as my shift doesn’t end until 6am, but that doesn’t even to me anymore, nor does my previous life as a poor struggling girl living below the poverty line.

No, the strong man I’m with should be doing all the thinking for me now. He’ll always take care of me, and I’m so honored to be his sleepy, submissive princess...

“Such a good girl you are, Cara. You’ll make a fine companion to warm my bed, and serve as delectably distracting eye candy for my next job.” He kisses my blush smudged cheek as I smile wider, his hypnotic power making me feel so high and orgasmic.

“...Mmmnaa...Yes Master...Warm your bed...” I sigh and relax into the euphoric waves dulling my soft, docile mind, so lost and content to be claimed like this. I’m hopelessly entranced, and unequivocally his now, my previous boyfriend of the last few years permanently vanished from my subconscious...

“Ay, this punk botherin’ you, Cara?” When a tall bouncer steps before us I just keep smiling like such an airheaded dope and stare right through his chest with vacant, half lidded eyes, obviously under the mentalist’s control.

“Of course...not...He is my husband...I have always been...his wife...I love him...and I want to...warm his bed now...” A single hypnotic wave parrots the response from me, surrendering my purse and keys to the handsome gentleman who, for as long as I can , has always owned my adoring heart…

Epilogue

“Hmmmmm…” I give a quietly content moan as my naked body sinks deeper into bed, my senses riding a nice post coitus high that feels beyond incredible, a set of white rose petals surrounding me like a wanting fertility goddess.

“Ahhh, more beautiful than the sunrise, Cara. Best I’ve ever had as always!” My shirtless husband chuckles as he fixes his pants back up, pinching my thigh and striking a match. He quickly fills the dense bedroom air with strong tobacco, and pours himself an iced scotch near the closed vertical blinds.

“Mmm, now just look at this perfect angel I have in my bed! It’s a wonder I can get anything else done around here~”

His focus wanders across my bare hips and tummy, iring every inch of me on display as his tamed sexual conquest, my vacant eyes rapidly fluttering upwards in orgasmic, empty-headed ecstasy.

“Thank you, Master...Your cock feels so perfect inside me…I must let you fuck me…I need to let you fuck me…Ohhh…” I manage to sigh out, rolling back on the pillows with a horny gasp, my panting body covered in sweat and cum as I spread myself open and gently massage.

“Careful love, we’ll have another go with talk like that~”

He takes a long drag as I pose seductively for his enjoyment, running a finger up my legs and teasingly circling around my wet flower, still lightly pulsing from our most recent session of intense hypnotic lovemaking...

It’s been quite an eventful year since quitting my sleazy job at the strip club to become a full time magician’s assistant instead, performing to sold out crowds in Vegas and Reno every weekend.

I know we all have to start somewhere, but I honestly can’t believe I was ever involved with that kind of debauched scene in the first place...

At the time it actually seemed normal, even a bit exciting to work as a stripper—living off tips, dancing nude, and making countless men drool as I publicly debased myself on stage each night.

But now that I’ve finally spent some time away from the pole, I realize that my place is here, on the arm of my perfect husband whom I love more than life itself. He’s rescued me and given my life true purpose, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him!

Getting married to a sexy hypnotist was like a dream come true for me. He’s my whole world, after all, the only man that matters to me, and the one who owns my heart...

“How does this look for our next show, Master?”

I ask in a monotone, robotic voice, hands on my hips and striking a model pose in a spiral printed bikini while letting him feel up my sensitive chest, nipples poking through the swirly black and white fabric.

“Oh it’s perfect, Cara...Maybe a little too perfect, in fact…” He teasingly pokes my navel before pulling down on my thong, savoring my girly aroma before giving a nice dominant smooch over my excited tingling clit.

“Mmmmm~”

On the wall behind us is a recently commissioned poster for our act together, showing a cheeky illustration of me as a hypnotized showgirl laid out and levitating in the air completely cataleptic.

Endless cartoonish spirals fill my drowsy eyes as he waves across my tired face and conducts me upwards, looking so weak and at his total mercy before a flashing event stage.

‘This Weekend at Planet Hollywood: Witness the macabre mentalism of Alastair Salem and Bewitching Cara’

(ADULTS ONLY)

“Very enticing, love...Yes, I think that’ll do quite nicely for the opening...Now, you will fetch me something to drink at once.”

A quick glance into his beautiful mystic eyes numbs my few remaining thoughts and sends me marching off towards the kitchen in a zombified pose, returning a few moments later with a blank expression and cold beer in my hands.

“Yes Master...I will fetch you something to drink at once...Your wish is my command...” I bow my head as I return, holding it up for him like an obedient servant, so compliant and owned.

“Good girl...Your mind is under my control...You are deeply hypnotized, and must obey.”

His voice echoes as he lifts my thoughtless face back up, waving a hypnotic hand over my droopy eyelids as I sink deeper into trance, mindlessly repeating his words back out in a soft, helpless whisper.

“My mind is under...your control...I am deeply hypnotized...I must obey...”

“You are my puppet on strings. My toy to enjoy.”

“I am your puppet on strings...Your toy to enjoy...”

“Nothing matters but serving as my slave wife.”

My jaw slacks wide open, feeling magnetically pulled into a loving embrace as we start making out, the living room filled with my soft moans of pleasure as my pussy drips under this skimpy thong.

“Nothing matters...Mmmm…But serving as your...Mmm…Your slave wife…”

It’s soon being pulled off me until I’m completely nude again, the spiral bikini tossed aside as he quickly takes me, laying us down on the couch while our tongues meet in unbridled ion.

When he grabs my breasts I loudly cry out in excitement, his thumbs trailing over my nipples as we kiss and smooch fiercely, running my nails down his broad shoulders and leaving deep red marks.

“I need you to fuck me, Master!!...Please fuck me!! I want to feel you cum deep inside me!!”

I desperately squeal as my fluttery eyes reopen, lazily croswards once he touches my forehead on either side, massaging a hypnotic influence that numbs my brain, and causes me to squirt my swirling brains out almost instantly.

“Oh! Ohhh…A-Ah! Nhhaaaaa!!! Ahhnnnaaa...”

A powerful orgasm follows, then another, until I’m just a drooling, melted puddle of burning hot love in his arms…