Hypnotic Sex Slave Ch. 4

Since I started this series I have received many very interesting emails. Sexual slavery is clearly a turn on to both men and women. Women are interested in both being the slave and the master. My perspective is being the master. This story is fiction. It is based on experience and it could have happened. Enjoy the story and please vote when you finish.

See chapter two for the genesis of the story line. Most of the applicants for the research were people who were genuinely interested in hypnosis and sex. The woman discussed in this story clearly was not interested. I suspect her motivation was much more complicated. She was arrogant and came across as "stuck up." This young woman was going to be a challenge. If she wasn't a look alike for Sharon Stone, I would have passed. Creating a sex slave from this woman would be very exciting. Certainly something to write about.

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"Mike the next female applicant is ready and the young man came early." I decided to try to interview them together. The young man I had come in was a classic fraternity type. Good looking and vacuous. My bias against fraternity types was showing.

"I'll get them." I liked to greet people in the reception area when I had the time. It gave me a small insight into their personality. When I walked into the reception area, the man was sitting near the woman. She was doing her best to ignore him.

"Hello, I am Mike Lawrence. I ran the ad about hypnosis and sex. Won't you both come with me?" The woman seemed slightly startled. The man just stood up and started toward me. His expression showed interest.

The woman looked at me with a concerned expression. "Are you going to interview us both at the same time?"

"Yes, that is what I was planning. Does that bother you?"

"I, I guess not."

I led them into the main office and pointed down the hall. "My office is at the end of the hall. Please go and sit in the chairs in front of the desk." I wanted to watch their body language without being to obvious. The man went first and walked with enthusiasm toward my office, The woman trailed behind looking concerned and walking stiffly. She was not fluid. The man was almost my height, six foot five and seemed to weigh about two hundred pounds. The woman was five foot, five inches tall and appeared to be about one hundred fifteen pounds with a marvelous shape.

I followed closely behind them and sat behind my large desk after they sat down. I had already closed and locked the door. "As we were walking to my office, I was rethinking my idea to interview you together. "What I will do is test you for hypnotic ability and then ask Roger to wait until the time of his appointment." The woman looked relieved.

"Please introduce yourselves?"

"I'm Roger George Kellogg the third."

"I'm Emily Winterbottom."

"Hello Emily and Roger. Have either of you ever been hypnotized?"

"No." They both almost seemed to speak in unison.

"I'm going to do a quick relaxation exercise and then we will split up and I will interview you separately. Would you both take 10 very deep rapid breaths. Empty your lungs and then take a full breath and quickly exhale."

This exercise frequently makes the subject dizzy and more suggestible. I also wanted t know if they were both able to follow instructions when not hypnotized. They both took the rapid breaths. "Now both of you close your eyes and put your head back in the chair." They both did. Neither moved for several seconds.

I was convinced that they would both make good subjects. "When I count to three you will both wake up!" I spoke with command in my voice.

"One, two, three." They both popped their eyes open.

"Roger, I want you to wait in the reception area. Can you find your way back?"

"Yes."

Emily looked smugly pleased. "Emily, tell me why you applied for the position?"

"I was bored. This looks like an easy way to earn some quick money."

"You are willing to be hypnotized and participate in research regarding sexual conduct?"

"I'll participate in your experiment and I will discuss what ever you want." Her manner suggested that she would do it with no enthusiasm. She almost had her nose in the air as she spoke. This was definitely not something she wanted to do.

"Read this release and sign it?"

She took the release, glanced at it and quickly signed. "Aren't you going to read it?"

"I have no choice, do I?"

"You certainly do. If you want to participate, however, you do have to sign the release."

She said nothing. "Please take as many deep breaths as you can, until I tell you to stop."

She began taking deep breaths. What I was doing was creating artificial hyperventilation. Pretty soon she slowed down and seemed almost unconscious. "Now, I want you to go into a deep trance. As I press on your forehead your trance will go deeper."

I stood behind her and gently pressed on her forehead. She visibly relaxed as I continued to press down. "As I speak your trance is getting deeper. You will not be able to get out of the chair. when I waken you When I count to three you will wake up." I counted to three and she opened her eyes.

"Emily, you can go into the reception room and wait for me." She just sat there. "Emily aren't you going to go into the reception room?"

"I can't get out of the chair."

"Are you hypnotized?"

"I don't think so." Even in her confusion she still sounded arrogant. The way she said it was like she was thinking "no way."

I walked up to her and put my hand on her forehead . "Go into a deep trance." Her head fell back and her body became limp.

"From now on when ever I touch your forehead you will go into a deep trance and do what ever I command. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"How do you feel?"

"Very relaxed." She sounded like a different woman.

I decided to test her compliance. "What color are your panties?"

"White."

"Take them off and show me?"

She stood up and began to pull her skirt up to her waist. I was convinced. "Stop, we will do this later." She stopped and pulled her skirt down.

"When I count to three you will waken feeling very good. You will not believe that you have been hypnotized. You will agree to come back at the time and place I give you." Emily woke up and went back to being her snobby self.

"Emily wait for me in the reception room."

She went there and I went to get Roger. I did not expect any problems with him. "Roger sit in this chair and relax completely. Think erotic thoughts and nothing else. I am going to count to 100, with each number you will go into a deeper trance." I watched Roger's trance deepen and his body become limp. Not his entire body. His crotch was clearly expanding.

"Roger, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking of fucking that gorgeous girl I met in your office."

"Would you like her to blow you?"

"Oh, yes."

"When I count to three you will wake up from a deep trance. You will not remember anything that just happened. You will not be aroused. One, two, three." I watched his crotch deflate.

"How do you feel, Roger?"

"Fine. When are we going to do something?"

"Very soon.

Stay here, I am going to go get Emily."

I went to the reception room to retrieve Emily. She was sitting there looking very impatient. "Emily come with me?"

"What are we doing, am I hired or not?"

"Emily you are hired. In fact you are on the clock since you signed the papers in my office. You have already earned twenty five dollars."

"All right, but I have other things to do. Can we speed things up? When do I have to come back?"

"I want you to do one more thing, then I will let you go. We will set your call back by telephone. Follow me."

We walked into my office. Roger was sitting quietly. Emily sat as far from him as she could.

"Emily, do you find Roger attractive?"

The question startled her. She looked up and stuttered. "W-w-w-hy would you ask that?"

"It is part of my research."

"I haven't thought about it."

"Roger, do you find Emily attractive?"

"Yes."

"Roger, sleep!" He slumped in the chair. Emily stared at him. I walked toward her and reached for her forehead. She tried to duck. I touched her forehead and she crumbled in her chair.

"Emily, when I waken you, you will have a completely blank mind and will do everything I tell you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Roger when I waken you, you will feel very good. You will be very relaxed. When you leave this office you will not remember anything that happened in this room. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I woke them both up. "Roger, how do you feel now?"

He looked puzzled. "Why do you keep asking that, I feel fine."

"Would you like Emily to blow you?"

He looked very embarrassed. "Sure." A little too loud.

Emily looked like she might cry. "Why would you say something like that?"

"Emily, go over to Roger and open his pants."

She reluctantly got up and walked over to Roger. He was sitting there with his legs spread in front of him. She reached down and unzipped his pants. "Take his penis out of his pants."

She reached into his pants and pulled his penis out. It was beginning to become erect. She held it like it was a foreign object. By the head, in her fingers only. It was growing as she held it. Very soon it was fully erect and Roger was flushed. He was raising his hips and pushing at her.

"Put it in your mouth." She did just that, Like you would put a thermometer in your mouth. Roger was pushing and pulling to create friction. He was getting redder.

Suck on it like a lolly pop. She began to suck the penis.

"Have you ever had a penis in your mouth?"

"No."

"When it erupts it will taste like vanilla. Be sure to get all of the cream."

Just about at that time Roger did erupt and Emily sucked it all down. Roger collapsed back into the chair with a big smile. "How did you get her to do that?"

"Roger, don't worry about it. It is part of the research. You signed an agreement that everything you do here is confidential. You will not talk about this, correct?"

"No, no, of course not." I wasn't sure at all. I was sure that he was just waiting to tell all his friends what happened. When he tried he would discover that he remembered nothing."

"Roger, I am afraid I won't be needing any more of your services we will be sending you a check for fifty dollars."

"That's cool. Thank you, He was anxious to leave, He got up and walked out of the room. As he left the room I saw a puzzled look on his face. He walked out looking very confused.

Emily had sat down. "Emily, we will send you a check tomorrow. You are to call me back in exactly one month for another appointment. When you call you will do exactly what I tell you, okay?"

"Yes."

"Thank you Emily, you may go now. Emily?" She turned around. " Forget everything that happened today in this office. You will just remember that you got a part time job in research. You will also begin to have dreams and day dreams about being controlled by me. You will like the thought. Have a good month, Emily."

I walked her to the elevator. She didn't say a word.

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A month later, to the minute she called the office. "Mr. Lawrence, this is Emily."

"What can I do for you, Emily?"

There was a long pause. "I, I, d-d-don't know." She was almost crying.

"Emily, I want you to meet me at a building that I own. When you get there you will sit on the patio until I arrive. You will keep thinking of being under my control. When I arrive you will greet me by the name Master." I gave her the address of a home I owned in the suburbs that I used occasionally. It was in a very quiet neighborhood.

I left my office about an hour later. I was closer to the house than Emily, but she would still get there first if she followed directions. She was there when I arrived. She seemed almost asleep on the lawn chair we had on the covered patio in front of the house.

As I was walking up the walk she saw me.

"Hello, Master." She seemed unsure of herself.

"Hello, Emily. Come into the house." I opened the door and she walked in. She was wearing a gray tailored suit with two inch heels. She had very little makeup. She looked beautiful.

"Take your clothes off, Emily." She looked frightened, but she began to unbutton her jacket. I stopped her. "Emily before you do that sit down. Go into a deep trance." Her whole body became limp.

"When you wake up you will feel comfortable. You will continue to call me Master. When there are other people around you will call me Mr. Lawrence. You will continue to do everything I tell you. Is all of that understood?"

"Yes."

"One, two, three, wake up."

She opened her eyes. "Now, take off all of your clothes."

She finished unbuttoning her jacket, took it off and neatly folded it. She did the same with her skirt and sweater, She had a slip on which she removed. She was now in pantyhose, bra and panties. He pulled off her panty hose. Now she had on only her bra and panties.

While looking at me out of the top of her eyes, she pulled off her panties. She was saving her bra for last. Her bra was next. Her breasts were perfectly shaped. Her vagina was well covered with a full matt of black hair. She stood in front of me.

"Emily, are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Tell me about it?"

"My father has been raping me since I was eight years old." Oh, terrific! Now what? I had said in my ad, no hangups. She clearly didn't think she had any at a conscious level.

"Why did you come to work for me with the research?"

"My father died last year. I have never faced dealing with the world of people. I thought that hypnosis might help me and I didn't want to seek therapy. I was embarrassed.

Now I was feeling guilty. I want my "slaves" to be willing at some level. "How do you feel about it now?"

"I think I love you. I want to be told what to do by an older man. I am attracted to you. I checked you out before I answered the ad. I am very rich and I hired an investigator. I decided that I wanted to be one of your subjects. I just hoped that you would be the object of the research."

"What did you think when you sucked on Roger's penis?"

"I had never done that. I had read about it. It tasted like vanilla like you said. I felt like I was in control of Roger. That was an interesting thought. I was disappointed that you weren't attached to the penis."

"How was your last month?"

"I thought about you a lot. I liked that. I wasn't sure how to feel. I dismissed the investigator and waited for something to happen. I was sure it would. Then suddenly, I felt like calling you."

"Your father never had you suck his penis?"

"He never let me look at it. My eyes always had to be closed. It started as a game and then he started doing it twice a week. I would be blindfolded and lie on the master bed. He would crawl up and stick it in me."

"Where is your mother?"

"She died when I was very young. I didn't know her."

"How did your father die?"

"He committed suicide. He put a pipe into the car from the tailpipe and started the engine while the car was in the garage. He sat in the car in the closed garage until he died. I found him in the morning. He left me a note that just said: 'sorry.'"

"He left you a lot of money?"

"He left me more money than I could ever spend. He was very, very rich."

"Come here and sit on my lap?" She did and we kissed. This wasn't exactly what I ontemplated.

"You want to be my sex slave?"

"Yes Master."

"That means that you will have to do whatever I tell you and with whomever I tell you."

"Yes, Master."

I knew that Emily was still in a trance. I also knew that talking to what I call, the back of the brain, gets you the absolute truth. I had a knock down carbon copy of Sharon Stone telling me that she wanted to be my sex slave. This was not something I wanted to let go of easily.

I felt her vagina. Sopping wet. I rubbed her clit and she moaned. "Stand in front of me."

"When I count to three you will come out of your trance. Whenever I say the word sex to you, you will go back into a trance. Nothing will change except you will be completely under my control. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master"

"One, two, three." Her eyes widened and she tried to cover up.

"What am I doing like this? What did you do to me?" She was sounding hysterical. I had thought that might happen. Her unconscious was not communicating with her conscious.

"Sex!" There was an immediate change.

"Why did you get excited?"

"I didn't know what was happening. I was terrified. "

"Do you want your waking self to know what is happening?"

"No. I don't think I could deal with it. Could you keep it from me? Please, Master, could you make love to me and not tell me?"

I had an inspiration. "Emily, where do you live, now?"

"I live in an apartment near the university."

"I want you to move in with my wife and I. I will tell her that I am helping you recover from the traumatic loss of your father. You will pay us one thousand dollars a month and live in our pool cabana. Your waking self will want to do this to help overcome your feelings of isolation you feel after the death of your father. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Have you ever had anal intercourse?"

"Yes, that was my father's favorite position."

"Take the position."

She got on her hands and knees and put her ass up. I quickly disrobed and reached under her and copiously wet my hand with her fluids from her very wet vagina. I applied the fluid to her anus putting my fingers into her lovely ass. She pressed back against my hand. When she was moist I slowly pushed into her. It was wonderful. Not as tight as with others but very secure. Clearly, she enjoyed it.

"When you feel me cum, you will also. You will be very loud."

A few moments later I came and she started to scream. No words just loud noises. She bucked her hips back against me. Then she collapsed forward to the floor. I lay on top of her holding her breasts from the rear. We lay like that for about five minutes.

"Emily, I want you to go into the bathroom and shower, get dressed and then wake up and come out to talk to me."

She did. "What do you want me to do for the research? I feel like I'm not doing anything."

"Emily, tell me about your family?"

I asked the question to get the discussion going with her waking self.

"I don't have any family. I am an only child, I never knew my mother and my father died last year."

"How are you coping with that?"

"I am feeling very isolated and alone."

"Would you like to live on my estate with my wife and I. You could live in our cabana and help me with my research?"

"I think I would like that."

"Follow me home and I will introduce you to my wife, Sally."

The house was about a forty five minute drive from my office. I drove slowly and Emily had no problem following me. I called Sally from the car and told her that I would be home before dinner with a new employee. When we arrived at my home I pulled into the circular driveway and stopped in front of the front door. I helped Emily out of the car and we walked to the door. Emily seemed very pensive. I was wondering what was going on in her mind.

Sally came to the door. She looked appraisingly at Emily. "You are a very attractive young woman."

"Thank you."

"Mike what did you have in mind?"

"Emily's father died recently and she has no family. I asked her if she would like to live in our cabana while she helps me with my research on the book. It ought to help her transition from being alone after her father died. She will pay us one thousand dollars a month."

"Mike, you know I always go along with you. That will be fine. Emily come on in and sit in the living room. I was barbequing steaks, I added one when Mike called."