Part 12: Cynthia
Cynthia stared at the list she had created after going through her browser history.
So it took just over a week before I started watching the video. Why the gap? And from what I can see, I must've sleep watched, if you wanna call it that.
Fuck, this is creeping me out. I woke up in the middle of the night just to watch this video?
She checked her email.
So I didn't send him anything. That's good. Unless I sent it and then deleted it from my sent folder and deleted anything he sent me from my inbox and my trash. Oh my God, am I being paranoid?
No. I'm not being paranoid because I'm watching a hypnotic video that's telling me to be a sex slave even though I don't want to.
OK, so what's the next move? I guess I could put a camera up to watch what I do when I blank. But when I do, would I know that the camera was there?
I guess that's the best place to start.
***
As soon as she woke, Cynthia jumped out of her bed and grabbed the webcam she'd placed to spy on herself. She plugged it into her laptop to transfer what was on the USB drive. With her desk at the foot of her bed, she had set up the camera on a shelf on the wall so the bed could be seen on the right side of the frame, closest to the camera and the desk in the distance on the left.
After fast-forwarding through a lot of sleeping, she saw herself get up and watch the video. Shortly after she returned to her bed. Instead of going back to sleep, she watched herself strip completely, place a hand towel on the bed, and then start masturbating.
What the fuck?
As she watched herself play with her big tits and rub her clit, her arousal grew.
I'm actually pretty sexy when I do that.
The temptation to touch herself while she, well, touched herself was strong, but she resisted and watched until she came, the Cynthia on the screen throwing her head back and moaning in the process. She thought she'd go back to sleep at this point, but another round began. She could see herself talking, so she turned up the volume. She'd purposely kept it off so the video wouldn't trance her.
"I love playing with myself for you, Master. I'm your obedient slut."
Slut? Da fuck?
"My purpose is to obey and please you. My body belongs to you. I cum only for you."
Only for him? Oh helllll naw!
She watched herself continue to play until her words became a simple chant. "I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours. I'm yours!"
The girl on the screen came again, so powerfully that the cum practically poured from her pussy onto the towel. She licked her fingers, said, "Thank you, Master," then threw the towel in the laundry hamper. Finally, she put her nightdress on and climbed back in bed.
Is that what I've been doing every night? Just watching the video and playing with myself? That actually wasn't as bad as I expected. I thought I'd put on some slut outfit and leave to go fuck him. Not that this isn't bad, but I'm a bit relieved.
Cynthia set up the cam again, deciding to monitor herself and make sure this was all the was happening.
This is fixable. I'm sure I can block that video someone. Parental settings on my laptop. I'll ask André. He's know this shit and he's a good little lap dog for me. Fuck. Seeing myself controlled like that was unnerving. I'm the one that's in control. I have to be.
Still, that orgasm was intense. When I let André lick me I never cum like that.
***
On the fourth morning of watching her nocturnal activities, Cynthia openly jilled herself as she jilled herself on screen.
Seeing the girl cum triggered her own orgasm that she had to muffle her moans so no one in the house would hear her.
Damn, that was intense. Who would've thought I could cum so hard watching me? Weird though. I thought I blanked out when I was awake but I don't in these videos. Maybe that time was a fluke? Maybe that's why I noticed. No. There are other blanks before I sleep. So what--
The girl on screen turned to the camera and smiled. The hairs on Cynthia's arm rose.
"Have you been enjoying the show?" she asked.
A chill went through Cynthia.
"Did you cum this morning? I bet you did." She moved to face the camera directly "It's not just the act. It's the surrender. You refused to play the first few times, didn't you? But not today. Today you surrendered. Just like I did. And, tell me, how good was that orgasm? I'll bet you're still shuddering. I am. Surrender, Cynthia. Surrender."
Cynthia shut off the video. She didn't want to see what that bitch said next.
I did not surrender. I mean, everyone who watches porn wants to masturbate. That's really all that was. Me in a porn video.
The image of her in an actual porno flashed into her mind. Two men using her mouth and pussy. She moaned like a whore around that cock she sucked.
She shook her head.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm calling André.
André came over that afternoon and showed her how to block a video.
"Why do you want to block this specific video?" he asked. "It's just a sappy love song."
"It reminds me of an ex," she replied. "And when I get stressed, I tend to play it."
She watched every step he took, taking notes on her phone while feigning disinterest, so that she could repeat it for Hypno-Submission for Women.
"Miss Always-in-control has a lack of self-control?" he teased.
"Keep it up and I won't let you lick my pussy after this," she almost snarled.
"Sorry ma'am," he replied sheepishly as he finished up. "All done."
"Good boy," she said, stroking his cheek. "Now, come on. Mama needs a little relief.
André was getting good at pleasuring her. She was still amazed how many guys she'd gotten to service her with her reciprocating.
Boys'll do almost anything in the hope of getting some pussy. It's almost too easy. Still I do reward him... a little.
She got up on the bed and began to slowly undress. "Show me how much mama turns you on."
André pulled out his dick and began jacking off to the sight of her. Like a stripper at a club, she put on a show. She loved the effect of her body on men. The first time she'd done this, he'd cum as soon as her huge tits came into view. She knew he'd been fantasizing about them since he met her. Every guy had. Her flawless dark chocolate skin and almost black areolas surrounding thick nipples brought so many men under her control.
No, not men. Boys. I haven't met a real man yet. And only a real man is getting this body.
André was able to keep himself under control better now. Cynthia stood before him completely naked and he hadn't cum yet. She grabbed one of breasts and brought the nipple to her mouth. She gave it a long, slow lick while locking eyes with him. That pushed him over the edge. He came into a towel she'd thrown him from her hamper.
He doesn't know he's cumming on my cum. The one I came on last night. And this morning. Why does that thought make it so much hotter?
"Good boy," she purred. "Now come lick mama."
André got up on the bed and dove into her snatch, licking and sucking her clit.
She chuckled at his desperation.
A real man wouldn't be so eager. A real man would take control.
André continued with his enthusiasm. He licked her clit. He fucked her with his tongue, using his fingers at times.
