Michael waited robotically at the window until his girlfriend left his view, walking entranced towards her massage parlour destination. Then he stripped naked, and dialled a number on his mobile phone, as his penis stood, rock hard, desperate for attention.
On the other end of the line, Daisy answered.
"Hey baby. Are you a good slave for me?"
Michael moaned as memories of last night came flooding back, of being naked on the bed, imagining a flame, remembering his mind burning away as he became one with the flame...
"My girlfriend has gone to receive her massage. She was showing signs of resistance, Mistress."
"But you don't show signs of resistance, do you?"
Michael's programming session had gone very well, although that was to be expected of most of the male subjects. The amount of men that, under hypnosis, thought black pussy wasn't really cheating, or worth resisting, was really something.
"I am a slut. I do not think, I respond to orders given to me by my mistresses, and then..."
He had been programmed to behave normal, to watch his girlfriend, to make sure she submitted. He had done that, he had tired to resist, but then he had gotten horny, and he had lost control. And he had put his girlfriend under and then that had sent him, spiralling under because the emergency phrases for both of them were the same.
"And then your fire needs rekindling, doesn't it, Michael?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Good boy. Open your laptop for me and check your emails."
"Yes Mistress."
He wanted to resist, he really did, but he couldn't resist with his Mistress talking to him like this, and she just kept asking him questions, holding him on the phone, not giving him a chance to resist...
"But I shouldn't ask you so many questions, Michael! Where are my manners?! Do you see the email?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. Open it."
"Yes Mistress."
There was a voice, it was Daisy's voice, and it was telling him to look into the flame again, but there was a spiral as well this time. He was supposed to find the...
He came, in a jet of cum that covered his cock and balls, but he kept staring at the video as the spiral turned around, and around, and around, stroking his wet cum covered cock, because the voice told him to. And soon he could feel the fire in his mind making him hard again.
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Jasmine's head felt fuzzy, but she had no idea why exactly it felt the way it did. Or how she had made it to the massage parlour at all with a fuzzy head like this, thank the gods. It was as if she had sleepwalked the entire way there, by herself, and managed to cross every single busy intersection without a single unfortunate mistake.
"Hello!?"
Needless to say, Jasmine was irritable right now. And there was no service at the desk, no entertainment to speak of, and apparently no clients around the back.
"Ah! Hi!? Hello!? My name is Suki and I run this massage parlour, welcome and relax!"
With short, curly brown hair, a baggy T-Shirt and jeans that had a couple of threads missing Suki was the exact definition of a confusing mess.
"I see you have a voucher! What service is it for?"
"A massage for...one whole hour? Do you run this place by yourself?"
"Yes! My sister and I, we came here from Japan, and I inherited this place from working with the previous owner. My sister, she isn't interested in massaging, but it pays good money, so I thought, why not stay?"
Jasmine wasn't going to refuse getting an hour long massage for free. How bad could it be?
"Is there somewhere I can change into my swimwear?"
"Yes! Come through here with me and into the room on the left. There's a towel in there if you need it!"
From the other side of the desk, Jasmine would have been 100% certain that Suki was wearing high heels, or at least had a footstool. But apparently the correct answer was...
She was really fucking tall.
Sheepishly, she left the changeroom with both a towel and her swimwear on.
"You're uhh...very tall, Suki. Is that from your parents?"
"Just my father. I ended up smaller than him, and taller than my mother! And my sister did too!"
Jasmine was lying on her stomach now, and the massage began in earnest. It was a very relaxing room, apparently entirely oriental themed. There were lanterns hanging from the roof, lit by candles, there were bonsai trees, and as here eyes drifted lower she could even see a reflective pool of water with a candle flame reflection from one of the...
Burning flame.
Lanterns...
Burning flame.
She wanted to resist, she really did. And she was trying, really she was. But it was just so easy to lie there, and get pampered for free, she didn't want to make a fuss...it would just be easier to focus very hard on not letting the flame...do whatever it did. So she stopped focusing on the flame, on her surroundings and just let herself zone out, and her eyes became narrow slits...focusing on...on...
On the rippling water. That was harmless, right?
