Chapter 1

It started out as a joke.

There was a girl I was chatting with online and she was into hypnosis. She said it made her hot just thinking about it. Not being in control, forced to do anything that she was told to do, it was her fantasy.

She was hot, and I was horny, and work was rather slow that day, so I googled a few sites on hypnosis, and wrote a short script that took bits and pieces from a lot of different sites.

It was pretty straight-forward, at least in my mind. It was a bit like meditation, something I had studied when I was in college, but once the subject was nice and relaxed, the idea was that you could implant suggestions in the subject’s mind.

The next day, in between meetings, I made a recording of me reading the script. It took a few tries until it didn’t sound weird or background noises weren’t interrupting the recording. I used a metronome to ensure my cadence was steady and even. I even found a site that suggested the best cadence for hypnosis, of course, I used that one. Eventually, I was happy with the end-product.

I saved it as an mp3 and sent it to her, with a short email, which told her to put on some sound canceling headphones and listen to the recording when she was in bed before going to sleep. I might have suggested that she might enjoy a few orgasms while she listened to it.

Oh yeah, and the subliminal commands? Well, I copied them from a story I read online. I am NOT going to list them here, as that would cause a great deal of havoc, as you will come to understand, but suffice it to say, they essentially gave me absolute control over the sexual side of a person, making them my own personal sex slave. And just as important, they would love it, it would make them horny to even think about it.

I finished it off with a command that they present themselves to me the next day. They would have no body hair, either waxed or lasered, and be naked, save for a trench coat (so that they didn’t get arrested) and thigh-high boots. They would bring a collar, and if I placed it around their neck, they would be forever bound to me.

I didn’t think much about it after that. I figured, if she liked it, she would let me know. I went to bed that evening without a worry in the world.

It was the last time that happened for a while.

I woke the next morning to pounding on my front door.

I scrambled out of bed, throwing on some pants, and went to the door. Peering through the peephole, I saw my neighbor, Dave, standing in the hall looking very irritated.

I opened the door but kept the security chain attached.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dave yelled once the door was open, “my daughter saw her this morning. You can’t just leave naked women kneeling in the hallway!”

I was clearly still sleepy and confused, and I had no idea what he was talking about.

And then I glanced down and saw Chloe kneeling on the floor. Chloe was the girl I had been chatting with online, who had the hypnosis fetish.

Just as I had instructed her, she was wearing a trench coat and thigh high boots. And, that was all she was wearing. And, while she was mostly covered, it was clear to me, and likely to anyone who walked by, that she was nude beneath her coat.

What was interesting, was that she was just kneeling there, staring straight ahead, and holding what appeared to be a collar in her hand. Just as I had instructed her to do in the recording I sent her.

I popped the chain off the door and stepped out.

“I’m really sorry, Dave, I didn’t know she was here, but I will make sure that this doesn’t happen again.”

And with that, I reached out to pull Chloe to her feet and into my condo. Dave still appeared furious but he nodded and stepped away. I closed the door and stepped into my new reality.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Chloe once the door was closed. I turned and looked at her, but she was just standing there, staring straight ahead, and holding up the collar that she held in her hand.

I waved my hand in front of her face, and while she blinked, she otherwise ignored my movements. I touched her and pushed her back, and she passively let me move her around, always returning to a stance where she was holding up the collar in her hand.

I took a step back and took a good look at her. When we had video chatted, I knew she was good looking, but wearing nothing but the trench coat and boots, she was totally hot. She was around five foot four inches (one-hundred-sixty cm) with long brown, almost black, hair. She had firm C cup breasts, with pink nipples that were hard as rocks currently, and quite prominent.

She had apparently taken my command to remove all hair from her body seriously, as I could not find a trace of hair anywhere on her body. Her mons and labia were smooth, as were her legs. And when I looked closely, I couldn’t find any hair, other than her eyebrows, and the hair on her head.

In the course of running my hands over her body looking for evidence of hair, I noticed that she had begun to become aroused. Her labia were now engorged and slightly parted. In addition, there was a dampness and delicious aroma that arose from her sex.

I stood back up, after kneeling in front of her, looked in her eyes that stared blankly ahead, and thought back to the exact wording I had used in the hypnotic script. I went and found the script I had written and looked at it again, and again, re-reading it until I could recite it back to you.

While I hadn’t wanted it to have this effect, I could see that the wording could be interpreted to mean, that until I took the collar from her, she was still in the hypnotic trance.

I closed down the computer, mostly because I didn’t want her to see the script when she was self-aware. I walked over to her and stood in front of her, she was still staring straight ahead and holding out the collar towards me.

I reached out and took it, and then Chloe awoke.

“Oh God!” Chloe exclaimed and then she collapsed to the floor, in the midst, of what appeared to be a massive orgasm. “You did it!” She exclaimed once she regained the ability to speak, “you hypnotized and controlled me!”

Then she crawled over to me, “Please, take me, Master!” she begged while kissing my feet.

So, there I was, with a gorgeous brunette kneeling at my feet begging me to take her. What do you think I did?

So of course, like you would do, I went back to the script and reviewed it again.

She had followed the subliminal commands I had given her, and I had stated that if I collared her, she would be mine forever, as a part of those commands. Did that mean that she was my slave forever? Would she revert back to the blank stare bimbo that had been kneeling in front of my door?

Chloe crawled into my room and knelt quietly at my feet. I still held her collar, afraid of losing control of it, and what that might mean.

“Are you alright?” Chloe asked quietly, “I’m sorry if I upset you.”

I looked down at her and she had shed the trench coat, so that now, she was only wearing the boots, kneeling at my feet. She was beautiful.

“Is this really what you want?” I asked.

I already knew I was going to put the collar around her neck. I wasn’t strong enough to avoid that temptation, but maybe I could assuage my guilt a bit if I could convince myself that this was what she actually wanted.

“It is, Master,” she replied, “I have wanted this, longed for it, since I was a teenager. It is what I have fantasized about for years. And while I don’t know you very well yet, it is clear that you are incredibly intelligent to have figured out how to do this to me. And you are very good looking. I am apparently chattering away to hide my fear that you won’t put that collar around my neck.”

And so, to shut her up, if nothing else, I reached out and placed the collar around her neck. It was made of stiff leather and about one-inch wide, with a hasp in the back, and a small lock that secured it.

She must have had this collar for a while, since this wasn’t the kind of collar you got at a pet store, or even an adult novelty store. This was excellent craftsmanship and fit her neck perfectly.

When the lock snapped in place, she sighed and hugged my leg.

“Oh, thank you, Master,” she exclaimed, “you won’t be disappointed, I promise!”

“On the bed,” I exclaimed as I stood and shed the joggers I had pulled on when I went to answer the door.

Chloe was on the bed in a flash, laying on her back, with her legs spread widely, her ass was just on the edge of the bed.

I stepped forward, aiming my cock at her cunt, and slid it in with one, long, slow thrust.

She was wet, hot, and so very tight. As I began to fuck her, I could feel her vagina fluttering around my cock as she began to orgasm. I continued to fuck her and she continued to cum, and probably would have continued until she lost consciousness. But I was too amped up, and in just a few strokes, I began to pump load after load of cum into her. Her pussy milked my cock until I became too sensitive to take it. I collapsed onto the bed beside her and stared at the ceiling.

“What the hell have I done?” I thought to myself, only to get distracted when Chloe turned around on the bed and began to gently lick, and suck, my cock clean of our combined cum.

This had an unsurprising effect, and soon Chloe was mounted on top of me, riding my cock like a rodeo cowboy. She even had one hand in the air, swinging around for balance, and the other on my chest, as she posted up and down on my cock. This girl had definitely practiced by riding horses!

I suspect that we would have continued in this way for a while longer, but we were rudely interrupted by angry banging on the door after our third round of sex, that last time, in a traditional missionary position.

I grabbed my joggers and again, pulled them on, as I rushed to the front door to see what was going on now. I expected Dave to want to discuss the incident with Chloe further, but I also half expected an angry boyfriend, or family member. On that thought, I grabbed a golf club before I opened the door.

I had been dead on when I thought that it was Dave again. It was. And he was angry.

Dave was often angry. He was that guy who was always angry about something. No wonder his wife left him after their daughter was born.

But then I looked down, and my eyes nearly leapt out of my head, as there were two women, dressed similarly to Chloe, kneeling on the mat in front of my door.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to let this happen anymore!” Dave yelled at me. “But then I get back from running a few errands after dropping off my daughter, and here are two more, naked sluts, in the hallway outside your door!”

“Now, Dave, calm down!” I replied when I could find my voice after the shock of seeing two women, that I had never seen before, naked in the hallway. “This isn’t my doing. Well, not this, anyway,” I stammered, “I don’t even know these two women. I’ve never seen them before in my life!”

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