Birthday Candles 1

"Happy birthday!"

Alex's smile illuminated by the light of candles as the cake appeared. A rich, thick, luxurious chocolate cake with many candles on the cake appeared held by a curvy white woman with long blonde hair and hazel eyes. Her smile matched his as she placed the cake down on the table.

"You outdid yourself, Lucy," Alex said, looking at the cake with wonder.

"You only have a birthday once a year," Lucy said, sitting down at the table. "Well, go ahead. Blow them out."

Alex smiled. The candles showed the first hints of wrinkles around his eyes. A few grey hairs in his thick, slicked-back hair revealed themselves. Nothing hid from the light of the birthday candles.

"True, but it reminds me of how old I am getting," Alex said. "And I'll blow them out in time."

"You're not old."

"Eight years older than you."

"I like them old," Lucy said, running her tongue across her teeth and wiggling her eyebrows. "Now, blow them out, so I can give you your birthday present."

Alex leaned forward and placed his chin in his hands. "You already do. Every day."

Lucy giggled.

Alex took a deep breath. When he looked at her again, his green eyes captivated her. "I want you to remember."

"Remember?"

"When we talked about my birthday. What I really wanted. What you really wanted."

"We did?" Lucy asked, confused.

"Stare into the candles."

"But--"

"Stare."

Alex's command was obeyed without hesitation. Lucy stared at the flames. She felt a tingle of arousal at hearing his voice demand she obey.

She liked obeying.

She stared at the candles.

"Good, pet, good," Alex purred, "You're doing so good. Stare into the flames, let them flicker, and move in front of your eyes. Watch them all. How they all flicker in different directions. How they move as one, and yet all move differently."

Lucy stared, trying to capture all the movement. Her mind quieted so she could watch all the candles.

"Sleep," Alex said with a snap.

Lucy collapsed in her chair. Her head fell into her busty chest, her eyes closed. The months of nearly daily hypnosis sessions had her completely submissive to his commands.

"Lucy."

"Yeah," came the soft, tranced reply.

"Remember," Alex said, watching her intently.

Lucy twitched. Something in her mind blocked off came back like a movie starting in her head. She remembered back two weeks ago.

***

"Come on, you want something," Lucy said, dragging a finger up Alex's arms.

Alex shook his head. "Not material. I have enough stuff."

Lucy smiled. "You can never have enough stuff."

"I have enough stuff, then."

"You can't have a birthday without a present. Come on, I want to please you."

"You do please me, pet," Alex said, using a delicate touch to lift her chin with his finger. They locked eyes.

"Alex," Lucy said, her desire revealing itself in her words. "I want to please you. Something. Anything."

"You've always asked how far the hypnosis can go," Alex said. "How far you can be pushed."

Her eager eyes betrayed the calmness she tried to show.

"It can go real far, especially with someone so...conditioned as you," Alex said with a smirk. They both loved the word "conditioned".

"What are you thinking?"

"Do you trust me?"

Lucy shook her head rapidly.

"I mean, really trust me."

"I've never met anyone who honors my boundaries so well. Yes, you have had my trust for a long time."

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Good, pet. Then, I think I have figured something out I would like for my birthday."

A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine. "You're not going to tell me."

"Not until it's time. In fact," Alex said, moving his eyes so they locked.

Things got fuzzy for Lucy from that moment.

***

"Wow," Lucy said, still in trance, her head still stuffed into her breasts.

"We're not done. Remember the sleep," Alex said with a snap.

***

Lucy stirred. Alex rubbed his hands up and down her body, looking for the signs of arousal.

"Mmm, baby, trying to sleep," Lucy said in a sleepy tone. The bed they shared had both of them spooning in the middle.

"Shhh, shh," Alex said, running a finger down the side of her face. "You're sleepy, so sleepy. Just sleep and listen. Sleep and listen."

"Sleep.." Lucy said, her body relaxing in his body.

"Good girl. Now, listen. I want you to dream of birthday candles. Flickering birthday candles."

He stroked her hair.

"At the end of those birthday candles sits you. But, I want you to see yourself. All the makeup on your face, looking like a sexy, sexy little slut. The pigtails in your blonde hair. The Tight, slutty clothing you wear. And the vacant, silly look on your face. The bit of drool. You are a stupid, slutty bimbo at the end of those birthday candles. Look how amazing you look. A perfect whore for your Sir."

She stirred, obviously aroused.

"Now. Every time I blow in your ear, a candle will go out. Every candle out, the closer we get to that slutty bimbo at the other end. You want to reach her. Be her. Listen, and obey."

He blew on her ear. She shivered.

"One candle down."

Lucy drifted as he continued to command her closer and closer to the sexualized version of herself he imagined in her head.

***

"Doing so good."

Lucy stirred, snorting.

"One more," Alex said, snapping his finger. "Remember last."

***

"A perfect bimbo."

Lucy stood, admiring herself in the mirror. It was night, but his conditioning had her standing in front of him. Glassy eyed. Almost drooling. Pigtails. Tight clothing that revealed almost everything.

Alex leaned in and blew into her ear. "Another candle."

She felt a pop in her head. She felt the last of her thoughts disappear as the last birthday candle went out. She felt pink and happy, and silly, and slutty. She giggled.

"Good girl. Good girl. All these weeks of conditioning. You are perfect. When those candles are blown out, one by one, you will grow dumber, sluttier, sillier until you are this. A perfect, stupid, submissive, sexual, bimbo. My own little toy."

"I am your toy," Lucy said in a high-pitched, squeaky voice.

"Good. Now, you will forget this until I make you remember. Your conditioning cannot be fought," Alex said, stepping in front of Lucy. "Your conditioning cannot be fought."

"Conditioning can't, y'know, like, be fought," Lucy repeated.

"Sleep," Alex commanded, snapping in front of her face.

Lucy fell into his arms.

***

"Awaken," Alex said with a snap.

Lucy blinked, her head shooting up. She rubbed her face. "Wha--what?"

"Welcome back."

Lucy looked at Alex. "Was that real?"

Alex leaned into the first candle with a smile. "Want to find out?"

"Hey, wait a minute. I'm--I'm--"

"Going to have a hard time thinking," Alex said, blowing out the first candle.

"What--ooooh," Lucy said, her mind suddenly thinking of pink and fluffy things. She rubbed her forehead. "What was that?"

"Your conditioning."

"That--that--how?"

"Patience. A lot of practice. And a very willing, submissive woman," Alex said, blowing out two more candles.

"I--ooooh," Lucy said, reeling. Pink. Pink and happy. She felt soft pops in her head as the words she wanted to say drifted away. "Guh."

"So good, doing so good," Alex said, obviously aroused by watching this. He leaned in closer to another candle.

"No, no, stop," Lucy whispered.

Alex blew out the candle.

"Oooh," Lucy said, leaning back. Pink and happy made her happy. She liked feeling happy. Still, she felt something in her mind slipping away. Something she could not grab before it slid away from her.

She heard another breath. Another candle. She groaned. She felt wet. Aroused.

"You're going to be a good fucking dumb bimbo for me," Alex whispered.

"--dumb bimbo--," Lucy replied.

"So aroused, so dumb, so submissive," Alex said.

"So aroused," Lucy said, caressing her body.

Alex blew out another candle. Lucy felt that between her legs.

"Ohhh!"

"So dumb."

"Dumb," Lucy said, her cheeks flush. The intense arousal ate at her resistance. She found it harder and harder to think of anything but how good this felt. Pink. Give in to the pink.

"So submissive."

"Sub--sub--"

"Having a hard time thinking?" Alex said with a smile.

"Mmm," Lucy said, writhing in her chair.

"Don't worry, you won't have to think much longer," Alex said, blowing out another candle.

"Guuhh," Lucy said, her head swimming in pink and fluffy thoughts. She started to think of sex. Nudity. Cock. Pussy. Her mouth got dry.

"Doing okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, like, real good," Lucy said. She opened her eyes, finding it hard to focus. She saw the candles. "Ooooh."

"Yeah, that's good baby, real good," Alex said, blowing out a few more candles. "Not many left."

"Yeah," Lucy said, watching the candles, transfixed. Her head moved with the flame movement.

"Let me ask you. What's your name?"

Lucy opened her mouth. So easy. "Uhmmm...uhm..." She stopped, confused. She thought about it. Hard. "L--Lucy."

Alex blew another candle out.

"Oooh, so pretty, so pink and pretty," Lucy said, feeling a little bit of drool slide down her mouth. Thinking was hard. Moving was hard. Just staring seemed to be the only thing she could do.

"What is your name?"

"Uh...uh..." Lucy said, hearing words but not understanding what they meant.

"I asked. What. Is. Your name."

"...something...dunno, like, doesn't matter," Lucy said, her voice growing higher and higher.

"You don't mind not having a name?"

Lucy shrugged.

Alex blew out another candle. Lucy whined, feeling her pussy demanding attention. Every candle looked like a cock. Alex's cock. She needed Alex's cock. Only Alex's cock could satisfy her. She licked her lips.

"Almost out of candles. Almost out of thoughts, of brain. Of who you were," Alex teased. "But I can see you're already so far gone, aren't you baby girl? Already so dumb, so submissive, so slutty. My perfect toy."

"Toy," Lucy repeated, giggling. "Like, yeah."

"You're my toy."

"Can I?" Lucy asked, eagerness in her eyes.

Alex nodded. "Yes, baby. You sure can be my toy. You have no choice in the matter, right now. Look at you. Leaking onto your chair like a good slut. Look at that dumb expression on your face. Can't even remember your name."

"Hey, I know that. It's...it's..." Lucy's resolve melted as she thought of pink and happy things. Of Alex's cock penetrating her in every hole she had. She smiled. Giggled. "Toy. I'm Toy."

"Good girl," Alex said. He looked at the last candle. "One candle left. Until you are this without hesitation, without thought, without resistance. I may leave you like this, forever. You understand?"

She nodded, staring at the last candle. Something way in the back of her head told her she was not Toy, she was Lucy. Lucy was something else. Someone else. This was not here. Lucy had school to go to. University. Studying to be a Pharmacist. She had family. Friends. Work. A life.

Alex blew out the last candle.

Lucy's head dropped forward. That last thought popped out of her head. She swam in pink and happy thoughts. The thoughts of being a good, dumb, submissive bimbo soaked her brain until she could think of nothing else. She felt her saliva dripping on her breasts as she stared at the cake.

No candles.

No thoughts.

No resistance.

No identity.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She lay back in her chair, assaulted with vivid imagery of sex and need. Desire and submission.

She blinked.

Toy.

She was Toy.

She sat up, smiling.

"Like, hi, Daddy," she giggled.

"Who are you?"

"I'm like, your, Toy, Sir," Toy said, giggling.

"Perfect, perfect," Alex said, admiring her. "You did so good, my toy."

"Like, thank you, Sir," Toy said.

"Now, get ready," Alex said, snapping his finger and pointing to the bedroom.

She got to her feet. "Yes, Sir!" She said and walked to the bedroom.

She went to the closet and moved aside someone else's clothing. She remembered Daddy hid clothing here just for today. And a makeup kit.

She slipped out of her clothing, admiring how hot she looked in the mirror. She remembered someone else didn't like the way she looked when she looked at herself in the mirror. She furrowed her brow.

Lydia? Something with an "L".

She giggled.

"La, la," she sang to herself. "La, la, la la la!"

She danced in front of the mirror. She was hot. Sexual. Perfect for her Sir. She found the knee-high leather boots with high heels. She slipped them on. She put on the short pink skirt that barely covered her pussy. The tight pink shirt that did not cover her breasts fully but barely covered her nipples. She put her hair in pigtails. She walked to the bathroom, getting used to the fetish boots strapped to her legs. She looked at her face and smiled. She opened the makeup kit, feeling like an artist. She giggled.

"Silly, I can't be, like, an artist. That's for like, smart people."

She spent a good amount of time making herself look good. The bimbo who walked into the bathroom did not look like the bimbo who sauntered out. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. Blew herself a kiss.

Then, she walked out back into the apartment. The lights were on. Her Sir sat on the couch, legs open. His eyes popped.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

She giggled, seeing his eyes looking at her like the Toy she was. "Do you, like, y'know, like it, Daddy?"

"Crawl," he commanded, pointing to the floor.

She got down on her hands and knees. She kept eye contact with him as she crawled over to his feet, keeping a silly smile on her face. Her heart thumped hard. Cock. She would get cock soon.

She bit his zipper and pulled down with her teeth, keeping her eyes on him.

"You look like you're ready to explode," Alex said, his voice thick with desire. He wiggled out of his pants, showing her he wore no underwear.

Her eyes fell on his hard, throbbing, cock. Her mouth fell open and watered.

She whined. She wanted it. So badly.

He put his fingers through her hair and patted her head. "You ready to blow out another candle?"

She nodded, unable to find the words. The need for his cock burned in her throat.

"Go ahead, toy," he said, settling into the couch. "When you're done, I'll treat you right."

She didn't hear him. She gulped his cock and started to suck. Everything felt right with it in her mouth. She wanted to touch herself but knew Daddy had to give her permission.

"Happy birthday to me," Alex said with a content sigh.