Rocking gently on the sofa she wondered at how stupid she had been to allow it to continue. Enthusiastically she had thrown herself into a state of hypnosis for Robert to take control. All right she hadn't guessed she was actually hypnotised at the time but later. Later she did know and simply gave in. After several weeks of hypnosis it had been too easy for James to take advantage of her in this vulnerable state, and in any case, some part of her had wanted it. Letting it continue, letting it grow more powerful, until now it seemed she was lost, utterly lost to the need that kept her trapped.
Alice remembered how every evening James played with her, becoming bolder, trying something new each session. Each day she would anticipate with a little thrill of excitement what she might have to do next to please him. The very thought that he was using her like some plaything had been exciting and knowing she was hooked on his visits wanting them to continue failed to frighten any longer. She had no responsibility for what happened since becoming this young mans experimental doll to be played with, enforced to do just whatever he wanted.
In detail she dragged the memories into pictures seeing how he graduated from roughly taking her to a more sensitive lovemaking. He paid attention to her breasts stroking and teasing them. Reliving the delicious strokes upon her thighs even now was stimulating.
He began trying different positions and she had to admit she too was learning something new. At first it had been appalling having his used cock wiped across her lips and commanded to suck it. Drawing it into her mouth to clean it after making love had soon become a usual routine until she became expert enough to arouse him for another session.
The first time it happened was demeaning, feeling his come dribble down her throat. At that moment she really did feel like a sex doll, some cheap blow up thing bought from a sex shop to be molested. It was the feeling of disappointment, knowing she wasn't going to come, that shook her. It brought home the debased state she had sunk to.
Either he guessed how dependent upon him she was or just decided to use her body in another experiment. He had her lie back on the bed with legs stretched out playing with swollen lips while he watched closely until she masturbated to an orgasm. At first she was privately and silently mortified only to become lost in a slow progressive culmination of passion forgetting he was even there.
As time went on he became more expert at foreplay teasing her to great desperate highs then stop the teasing watching her quiver in delight. The frustration of being unable to grab a hold of him combined with the misery of the sordid state he had reduced her to ground her mind down to such a base state she was ready to do anything for him.
It was obvious he found it amusing and fruitful to have her excited and enthusiastic. He took greater pleasure from having not just a compliant doll but having an excited bitch ready to buck and grind upon him. It hadn't occurred to her to question where this newfound knowledge was coming from accepting it as a natural course of a young mans experimentation.
Now she knew. The book had been used as an instruction manual to a body that was just an object to be manipulated, adjusted, fiddled with until it was perfectly attuned to his needs.
***
Still sitting on the sofa she heard him enter the kitchen. So it was too late to find a way out of this mess. At that moment a mortifying thought washed over her. It wasn't her need to find an escape route that made her think through the last few weeks. It had been his command to do just that. Was she that far gone, that much under his control, like a trained bitch always ready and willing. Shuddering she tried to put it out of her mind. "Just get through this evening." She told herself.
In the bedroom he noticed the book fallen to the floor open at the page that had frightened her so. He picked it up putting this together with the fact she had a coat and handbag and car keys with her on the sofa. He looked at her again seeing she had been about to flee when he called.
"That first evening I hadn't thought to order you to forget anything. When you avoided me it confirmed you remembered what we did so I planted some hidden commands." He said, while she undressed.
With growing anxiety she wondered what he was hinting at. She stood waiting for the next command.
"Off to the bathroom then, quickly."
She ran back to the bedroom mortified at having to fetch what was to be an important part in this new degradation. It was an added insult that she was going to prepare herself for this depraved act.
"Rub it in. That's it, work it in well." He told her.
Tears welled up threatening to spill over reddening cheeks; only he wouldn't see them while bent over the chair presenting her rear. Working the grease into her bottom she regretted not having worked harder to resist him at the beginning until now it was too late, there was nothing she could hold back from him. She felt his hardness press against her tight opening desperately trying to relax the muscle. With relief she felt him enter, the head of his penis at last seeming to pop in. He held it there as though taunting, demonstrating his power over her.
'Get on with it. Just do it and get it over with.' She thought.
With careful deliberation learnt from experience over the last weeks he held back. Gently he pushed forward into her little by little, prolonging the pleasure of her tight arse until he was buried deep. Holding there for a moment the movement began in reverse. Inevitably the movements became more excited until she too became overcome by physical urges.
They lay together with his head on her breasts, both wrapped in each other's arms. She wished she were no longer tied by his commands, only now it was so that she could caress him of her own free will. She had born the ordeal, it hadn't been so painful after all. She even found some satisfaction from it.
The hidden instructions to obey and enjoy his demands weren't the only reason for thinking such thoughts. She wasn't aware of a need for submission, to have someone dominant over her, but it was there, subtly influencing right from the first.
The book had been moved from temptation and anyway she no longer wanted to know what humiliation she was to be subjected to when it was impossible to resist.
During next days chores the occasional twinge reminded her of the base act she had been submitted to until eventually the house was tidy and there was no excuse to put off yet another forbidding task set by her young master. She would have to go as commanded but where she went hadn't been specified so she drove out of town far enough away that no one she knew would see her.
Entering the store she felt frightened wondering what they would make of her. "I've come to buy something." She said, to a disinterested sales assistant. He just looked at her seeing a bored housewife afraid to look around in case she saw something exciting.
