NOTE:
This is my 1st story on Literotica. I used to make my own stories, but not erotic, so any advice will be appreciated.
This story is inspired by "Just a little help" made by GoodMindSoup.
I wanted to make a "fan-made" sequel to his story, but to avoid any copyright, I am making it a spin-off story.
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It was Monday, but for Cynthia it never was just a regular Monday. Ever since she had successfully hypnotised Tom with her boobs and made him her slave, she called that "The Orgasm Day".
The day when she hypnotised Tom, she thought that he would break up with his fiance - Martha and would become just the next boyfriend of her.
Tom, however, was special. Despite falling for her big breasts quite easily and being ready to do anything she would command, a few minutes after the first hypnosis, Tom remembered his girlfriend.
It was, of course, not in Cynthia's interest to have a boyfriend who would keep thinking about his "ex", so every day they would meet at her house to deepen the hypnosis and make Tom finally forget about Martha.
It would be foolish of Cynthia to think that the same method would be enough, so she invented more:
Tom would sit down with a VR helmet on his head, and inside the helmet there would be a looped video of Cynthia's big, bouncing tits. 2 hours of that had to be enough.
She also managed to extract the essence of her pheromones and injected it into a small bottle of perfumes. She would spray her breasts with that and made Tom suck on her hard, stiff, nipples and then she would bury his face between her tits.
In both methods, he repeated the same mantra: "Cynthia's boobs are hypnotising me, Cynthia's boobs control my mind."
Each method had always the same results - Tom would for a moment forget about Martha and everything else, but just minutes later after hypnosis the memory came back.
Cynthia wondered - was it the love? Or was her titnosis not enough and every man she's ever hypnotised was simply THAT weak?
Either way, Cynthia wasn't stupid. She knew that if Tom kept on coming to her house daily, Martha would start getting suspicious. She could take the risk, assume that Martha would accuse Tom of cheating on her and just break up with him. OR Martha would just talk with Tom about his daily visits, and he could tell her what the deal is.
SO, Cynthia decided to play it safe. She kept Tom hypnotised but she let him live his regular life, BUT she ordered him to make an excuse for himself and come to her house every Monday. On top of that she gave him a hypnotic trigger - every time he saw her holding her completely naked, perfectly round and full tits and then after a short hypnosis ritual he would enter a deep trance and do whatever she liked.
There was, however, one more issue that would make Cynthia make a more decisive decision.
Cynthia waits for this one day for an entire week. The day when Tom comes over to her apartment and gives her an intense orgasm. She doesn't even try to masturbate while waiting for this day, she wants to make her orgasm as big as it can get.
It's now 6 P.M, the time at which he always arrives, and they have two hours because at 8:30 P.M he has to be back home. Everything calculated.
Cynthia was slowly losing her patience, because for her from 6 P.M. every second matters. Finally, she heard the ringing of the doorbell and she checked through the door visor if it was Tom, just in case. Then she opened the door.
Tom was surprised by what he saw, because Cynthia was wearing a robe and stockings on her legs.
"That is... an outfit for sure. What are you up to, Cynthia?" Tom asked.
Cynthia kinda hated when Tom used her name, because in his trance stance, Tom knew her by "Mistress". And obviously she would rather have him at her house all the time, serving her in every way.
But she knew that it was the only way for now, so she did what she does every week.
"Oh I was just coming back from shower, give me 5 more minutes and I'll be ready," Cynthia answered with a small smile on her face.
Anyone else would notice that she clearly was lying. Coming back from shower, but not even a drop of water on her? And she was washing herself in stockings on?
Not Tom though. Even though he was thinking normally, he still remained conditioned to think that what she said was completely fine and not suspicious at all.
"Take a seat and wait for me," Cynthia added.
Tom sit down on the chair next to the main room's table and waited. It was the only chair in the main room, Cynthia placed it there on purpose, so that Tom would not be able to see her coming from the toilet behind him.
After the said 5 minutes, Cynthia came back from the toilet.
"Don't turn back, I just need to put my shirt on. Are you ready, Tom?" Cynthia warned Tom, already standing in the main room's doorway.
"Yes, I am. We need to make haste, we only have one and a half hour more," Tom said, a bit annoyed.
"Then let's get to work"
Tom took that as permission to look at her and what he saw was just another Tuesday evening for Cynthia, for him it was the most unexpected.
Cynthia stood in front of him smiling, almost naked. She had black stockings on her legs and black panties.
