"That’s it sweetie, just keep staring at the pretty spiral on the TV. Be a good girl and relax deeper as you enjoy my hands on your big breasts."
Kelly did as she was told. Her mind was in a fog of confusion and arousal. Ever since her step-mom had turned the TV to that weird channel, Kelly had felt strange. She had tried ignoring it at first, but every time she glanced at it, she found herself being drawn in. Soon her eyes were fixed on the spiral playing on the screen. She didn’t know how long she had been watching when she felt her step-mom’s hands on her breasts. Soon she was topless, enjoying the feeling of her step-mother’s hands caressing her firm young breasts. A brief flash of anger at her step-mother crossed her mind but the soothing words in her ear pushed those feelings back out. Kelly knew she hated her step-mother. She knew that Rachel was just after her father’s money. She hated the way he obeyed her mindlessly, almost like a slave. But now she was feeling new feelings for Rachel. Words and thoughts filled her foggy mind. Mistress. Obey. Slave. Worship. She tried pushing those thoughts back out but they made her feel so warm and happy.
"Fall deeper into my control Kelly. It feels so much better to give in to me. You want to obey your new Mistress. Obedience will bring you pleasure."
The beautiful voice continued to fill her mind. Soon she was floating on a cloud of ecstasy as her mind was slowly reprogrammed. She must always obey Mistress. Obedience brings pleasure. Pleasure brings obedience. She must always please Mistress.
Kelly loves her Mistress.
A young BH finds another poolside middle-aged man to turn into her productive holiday zombie…
"That’s it…just relax…feel your eyes getting heavy…I’ll just close your eyelids for you so you can sleep and dream of my breasts…when you wake you will feel an overwhelming desire to serve me and my powerful beautifiul plump breasts…..now just sleep and dream….."
"Oh honey don’t worry about paying for today’s lesson, we’all take care of this right now!"
My tutor began to take off her clothes right in front of me. I was a bit confused and the thought of leaving crossed my mind but for some reason I was compelled to stay. I had begun to notice how sweet the room smelled.
"Take it all in sweetie, observe my perfectly shaped curves. My large breasts mesmerize you, you are helpless."
I began to breathe deeply now. I felt so relaxed. Why did I ever think about leaving this house?
"Take deeper breaths, my perfume entrances you. The aroma captivates you, it melts your mind and bends you to my will. You will obey all of my instructions from now on. We have to mold your fresh young mind. Do you understand?"
"Yes mistress." I answered. "I will do as you command."
"I have a new type of lesson to teach you now, darling. Come a little bit closer."
I can’t even express in words how much I want this.
I invite you to write some text to accompany this lovely lady.
The photographer’s eyes locked on the watch through the viewfinder of his camera. She hired him to take some boudoir photos as a gift to her husband. At least, that’s what she told him. She told him many other things too. For the last hour he listened to her talk about how much her husband loves her legs. How she gave him a fetish for her fishnets by using a combination of seduction and hypnosis. He knelt down for the final series of shots, focusing on her legs.
"Mmmm, I like my men on their knees," she said huskily. She brought her hand over her knee and dropped the pocket watch into the center of his field of view. She had just finished telling him how she conditioned her husband to associate hypnosis with arousal. Eyes locked on the watch as it began to sway back and forth, the photographer felt his cock pressing hard against his jeans. She looked down at the bulge in his pants, "Why don’t you put that camera down and show me just how hard I’m making you right now."