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Mind Games Emily S Earnings

Mind Games Emily S Earnings

by daphne123
19 min read
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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. Nice and polite comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne

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"How was she?" Mr. Duncan asked as he reached into his wallet.

"Oh, she was marvelous as always, Mr. D," Emily answered, standing up from the living room sofa and getting her purse, "that little baby of yours is so adorable."

"You are really great with her," Duncan said handing the nineteen year old college freshman a generous handful of cash.

Emily Keene was attending Sunny Park Early College, hoping to go into nursing, and although her parents were fairly close, Emily wanted to get away from home and be more independent. She had graduated from Sunny Park High School the previous year and was way too posh for living with a roommate in a dormitory. Since her parents were financially loaded, they helped her get an apartment nearby and paid for her her rent, while Emily worked as a babysitter to cover her extra expenses.

One would think that living in a gated community mansion all her life and graduating from an affluent high school, that Emily would be an entitled brat. In actuality though, she was generally a very nice girl. She did, however, have a little 'spoiled princess' in her, and tended to do naughty things without her parents knowing about it.

More than once she had snuck out of the house in the middle of the night to meet up with a boyfriend only to sneak back in hours later. She also had a tendency to rebel against her proper upbringing by swearing like a sailor around her friends, something she'd never dare do in front of her parents without getting in trouble.

Mr. Duncan was Emily's high school science teacher during her senior year. They developed a close teacher/student friendship, and after Emily graduated, Mr. Duncan had her come over to babysit his six-month old daughter every Saturday evening. Emily loved baby Amber, and the little darling lit up every time she came over.

Mr. Duncan was a single father in his early 30s trying to get back into the dating scene, and Emily was the perfect person to look after little Amber as he tried to have a social life. Duncan paid the college girl well to be able to have her every Saturday, and Emily was always very grateful for having such an adorable baby to look after.

What Emily didn't know, however, was what Mr. Duncan had done to her during her first visit several months ago...

"Thanks Mr. D," Emily flashed her beautiful smile as she took the money that Duncan had handed her and placed it in her purse, "its really nice of you to pay me so much for looking after such a cute baby."

"Well," Duncan raised an eyebrow, "you definitely earn every penny."

Emily shrugged.

"If you say so," the college girl put her hand on the door knob to leave, "I really don't do very much."

Duncan's reply was ominous.

"You do a lot more than you know."

Then he used the trigger phrase he had implanted into Emily's subconscious months before...

"Alternate Emily."

The college girl froze, her lovely eyes blinking rapidly as her smile disappeared.

Moments later, the smile returned and Emily put her hand on her hip, tilting her head cutely to one side.

"Well, hello Mr. D," the college girl flashed her naughty look, "is it time for me to earn my payment again?"

"Yes," Duncan confirmed, looking over Emily's casual outfit of a form fitting white t-shirt, cute floral cotton shorts, and black keds with white laces, "did you bring something special to wear?"

"Mmm hmm," Emily nodded eagerly, holding up her handbag.

"Why don't you go change then," her former teacher suggested.

The college girl smiled playfully as she took her purse and walked over to the large closet on the other side of the room, flashing a come hither look over her shoulder as she closed the sliding door.

"Be a good boy and don't peek," she flirted.

Duncan smiled back. Ever since he'd met Emily as an eighteen year old student last year, he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. Emily was cute, bright, and friendly. Although the two had developed a friendship, it never got inappropriate while she was a high school senior. Duncan wouldn't risk his career fucking one of his students, even if she was eighteen...

...but a FORMER student...now graduated and in college locally...who loved taking care of his baby...

...the temptation was too strong.

So Mr. Duncan became determined to not only turn Emily into his sexual fantasy plaything, but to actually train her to be the perfect hot housewife and caregiver for his baby daughter.

As a science teacher, Mr. Duncan had attended many educational conventions and conferences over the years to learn new skills and how to teach them. This past summer, he had traveled to several hypnotherapy conferences and learned how to give hypnotic suggestions to a willing participant.

When Emily once mentioned having difficulty controlling her stress levels at nursing school, Duncan saw an opportunity, asking Emily if he could practice hypnotic suggestion techniques on her to help control her stress. Emily had agreed and trusted Duncan completely, not even thinking he might take advantage of the situation.

So, the first time Emily came over to babysit for Mr. Duncan, he began the process of conditioning the nineteen year old.

Once the teacher was satisfied that Emily could be put under hypnosis, he started giving the college girl simple tasks to verify her conditioning. He would have Emily move various objects, stand and sit in different locations, open and close doors. Soon he moved on to more complicated actions like folding laundry or making coffee. Each time she was taken out of her hypnotic state, Emily told Duncan that she had no memory of doing the task.

A few sessions later, things got more...inappropriate.

Duncan had worked for months on conditioning Emily to become an alternate version of herself whenever he used a trigger phrase that he had placed in her subconscious. Mr. Duncan had made sure that this alternate personality was always flirty, obedient, uninhibited, and highly sexually charged.

Once Emily's new personality was established, Duncan tested the effectiveness of the conditioning, first attempting a hot make out session, the two of them on the sofa kissing for a good hour. Just as he suspected, Emily was an unbelievably good kisser. He was so turned on that he seriously considered trying to fuck her right then. He didn't want to push too hard yet though, and risk having Emily overcome her conditioning after months of being painstakingly trained little by little.

Satisfied that Emily had retained no memory of their hot kissing session when she had been returned to her normal state, Duncan decided to gradually push her further.

He started having Emily subconsciously pack a revealing outfit in her purse when she babysat for Duncan. After each evening, he would have her change clothes in the walk-in closet and then come out to model the sexy outfit for him. Tight shorts, tiny tops, short skirts...every week Emily got more daring with the outfits she chose, and when Duncan returned the student to her normal state after having her change back into her regular clothes, she had no memory of having done any of it.

The evening that Emily emerged from the closet wearing only a little white babydoll dress with her cute blue Keds shoes, was the night Duncan got brave enough to have Emily dance in the middle of the living room while slowly taking her clothes off.

To his surprise, Emily was marvelous at strip dancing, and he watched with keen interest as his former student performed for him.

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When Emily slid the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders, and pushed the fabric down past her perky little breasts, Duncan almost passed out.

As the dress fell to the floor, leaving Emily covering her tits with her arms and wearing only a pair of white lace thong panties, Duncan knew that it would soon be time to try the ultimate test...

...which was tonight.

"So what do you think, Mr D?"

The sliding door to the closet opened...and Duncan's eyes went wide.

The nineteen year old Emily stood in the door frame wearing the cutest, skimpiest, black bikini imaginable. The top consisted of two small triangles of fabric that held her perky little breasts firmly, her erect tits poking through the thin fabric. The bottoms were cut low in the front and high on the sides. Her small, round, and tight ass was outlined beautifully by the fabric, and her flat stomach looked amazing as the front dipped teasingly just below the waistline.

Duncan's jaw dropped.

"Oh...my...gawd, Em! You look amazing!"

The college student turned from side to side, posing cutely in her barely there bikini for her former teacher.

"It looks really sexy on me, doesn't it, Mr. D?" Emily said as more of a statement than a question.

"I'll say," Duncan's cock was as hard as steel, "and your hair is gorgeous."

"Thanks, Mr. D," Emily whipped her long silky brunette hair around her back to the opposite shoulder, giving her a wild tussled look as the locks caressed her bare arm all the way down past her elbow.

"Damn, girl," Duncan ran his eyes up and down his former student's lightly tanned and perfectly proportioned body, "I never thought a babysitter could be so hot."

"So," Emily put her hands on her hips and flashed her naughty smile, "what are you going to make me do tonight?"

"Oh I've been fantasizing about this for months," Duncan replied, "and now it's time to make it happen."

Emily raised her eyebrows and cocked her head to one side.

"And what would that be?"

"I'm finally going to fuck you," he explained, "you're going to do all kinds of perverted things for me tonight, and then I'm going to defile that beautiful pussy of yours."

Duncan watched Emily's reaction carefully to make sure she wasn't going to break through her conditioning.

The college girl's perky little tits were rising and falling in her bikini top, and she moistened her lips nervously as he revealed his plans. For a moment, Duncan thought that he had pushed Emily too far and that she was going to break through her alternate personality. Moments later though, Emily tilted her head and smiled with a flirty glance out of the corner of her eye.

"Ooooooo, Mr. D," Emily purred, "I'm ready for you to use me any way you want."

"It's working," Duncan thought to himself, "let's see just how far I can push her..."

"Okay, Em," the school teacher ordered, "you're going to start by walking over to the corner of the room, getting down on all fours, and crawling on your hands and knees towards me while using the sluttiest language you can think of..."

Emily raised her eyebrows, trying unsuccessfully to hide her slightly naughty smile as she listened to her instructions.

"When you reach me," Duncan continued, sitting in his large high back comfy chair, "you're going to go down on my cock."

Emily's mouth fell open as she listened to her instructions.

"More than that, Emily," Duncan added, "you're not just going to suck me off, you're going to get completely wild as you go down on me, using all of the naughty tricks you know to tease and torture me with pleasure until you finally send me over the edge and let me unload everything down your throat."

Emily listened intently, processing what she was being ordered to do. Although she had blown guys in high school, it had usually been a very quick and efficient experience. Never had she been asked to be this slutty before.

No...not "asked"...

..."ordered"...

She was being forced to do this through her conditioning, and she could feel her body pushing her to walk to the corner and get on all fours as instructed. Emily knew that her former teacher was actually training her to be the perfect fuck toy for him, and that thought made Emily hornier than she ever could have imagined.

"You got it, Mr. D," Emily gave her former teacher some playful finger guns before turning around and bouncing towards the corner of the room.

Quickly dropping down to the carpet, Emily whipped her long silky hair back and locked her gorgeously blue, lust filled eyes on the man who now owned her body, slowly crawling towards him on all fours with only one objective.

"Oh fuck, Mr. D, I want that cock of yours so bad," Emily's voice was both adorably flirtatious and sexually desperate, "when you were my teacher, I thought about sucking that dick every single day. I wanted to wrap my lips around your shaft and bob my head up and down on that large fucking cock until I sucked you dry."

Duncan whistled to himself. The sight of his former student on all fours wearing that tiny black bikini, crawling slowly towards him like the sexual slave she was becoming, all while telling him how she was going to go wild sucking him off, was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

"You have no idea how good I am at giving blowjobs, Mr. D," Emily bragged as she prowled ever closer, "I can suck like a vacuum...your cock doesn't have a fucking chance once I get a hold of it. I'll suck that dick so much and make you come so hard you won't know what fucking planet you're on."

Duncan raised his eyebrows, stunned by how sexual his former student had become. Was she normally that perverted and he just hadn't seen this side of her? Or was her conditioning bringing out the inner slut that she secretly wants to be? Apparently, there was a lot more to Emily than he had originally thought.

"Get ready, Mr. D," Emily reached the chair in which Duncan was sitting, "this blowjob is going to be epic."

With a look of naughty confidence, Emily placed her hands on her teacher's knees and forcefully spread his legs apart before quickly undoing his trousers, letting his long hard cock spring out of its confinement.

Duncan had never been more ready to have a girl go down on him.

...but this wasn't any girl.

Emily was his former student, his favorite in last year's senior class, one that looked up to him as a mentor and friend. Now a college girl...and his babysitter, Emily had been successfully conditioned by Duncan to become a completely sex-obsessed nineteen year old whenever he wanted.

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She was his fuck toy...someone to use...to violate...to degrade as much as he wished, and she wouldn't even remember it afterwards.

Looking up directly into Duncan's eyes, Emily started giving her teacher's cock long aggressive licks all the way up and down his extremely hard shaft.

"Ohhhhhh," Emily purred as if she were savoring an unbelievably decadent dessert, running her warm wet tongue all over his rod, "I've wanted to do this to you for so long, Mr. D."

"Oh Em..." he gasped as she said the words he had always wanted to hear from her, "ohgod you are so hot it drives me insane."

Knowing she was going to make him crazy, Emily began swirling her tongue around the head of Duncan's cock, slowly spiraling down the entire length of his shaft as she enveloped his entire man tool with her hot wet mouth.

"Ohgod!" Mr. Duncan tensed up as all of the nerve endings in his dick were stimulated at the same time.

Emily didn't let up though, giving her teacher a long slow pull on his member using an unbelievable amount of suction.

"OH FUCK!" Duncan reared up as he felt Emily's firm lips and cheeks create an amazingly strong grip on his sensitive shaft, the force of her sucking so massive that the teacher actually cried out.

"OHGOD EMILY!"

Smiling to herself, she followed that first long suction-filled tease with another...

...and another...

...and another.

"OHGOD, EM!!!" the teacher cried out, completely at the mercy of his student, "HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?!?!?"

The suction was so intense and his cock so sensitive that Duncan instinctively grabbed the back of his student's head and tried to force her to back off a little.

"Mmm mmm," Emily shook her head no and grabbed Duncan's wrists, slamming them back down on the arms of his chair and holding them firmly in place, all while she continued her endless suction of his overly sensitive member.

"OH PLEASE EM!!" Duncan was begging as the college girl refused to let up even for a moment, "THIS IS TORTURE!"

"Mmm hmm," Emily nodded in agreement as she slowly enveloped him again, giving her former teacher yet another long slow suction-filled pull.

"OH FUCK PLEASE!!! EMILY!!!"

The college girl felt Duncan's entire body lock in tension, his hands struggling to break free. Emily's forceful grip was too strong and held him down firmly even as she engulfed the full length of his cock again with her warm moist mouth, beginning another long slow torturous pull of his shaft with the most relentless suction imaginable.

Duncan was literally banging the back of his head against his chair. He had absolutely no idea how good his former student was at blowing a guy. This level of sexual aggression wasn't part of Emily's training however, and Duncan began to wonder if he had unleashed something perverted deep in the college girl's mind that neither of them knew had been there before.

"Oh dammit..." he gave an exhausted sigh as Emily suddenly changed from slow pulls to rapid ones, bobbing her head as fast a she could while she sucked and sucked and sucked.

"OHGOD!!!!! PLEASE EM!!!!!"

Duncan's entire body trembled as Emily absolutely tormented his cock with pull after relentless pull, the most wonderfully perverse slurping and swallowing noises coming from the college girl as she stared up into her teacher's eyes with complete obedience.

The submissive look was all an act though.

Emily had complete control over her teacher, she could send him over the edge, or just torture him to the brink of climax only to back off and frustratingly deny him release...and then start over.

At the moment, it was her choice.

Duncan actually whimpered as Emily cruelly pulled away, looking up at her teacher with the most mischievous smile.

"Ohgod, please Em!" he struggled for every word, "please finish me off, I can't take any more torture."

"Mmmmm," Emily purred, "I love hearing you beg for it."

"Oh you bitch Emily! Please!"

"You know what else I love, Mr D?" Emily asked rhetorically, "I LOVE knowing that you are controlling me. You've conditioned me to become a sexual plaything, and you're turning me into your toy, aren't you?"

Duncan was dangling on the edge of an orgasmic cliff, but still managed to nod in response, hoping Emily would start sucking him again.

"That's sooooooo hot, Mr D," Emily cooed as she gave several teasing licks to his shaft once again, feeding him crumbs, "I love knowing you're doing this to me, and that I won't remember it when you turn me back to normal. You're using my body, and the perverted side of me is loving it!"

"Please Emily!" he was begging shamelessly, "please finish me off!"

The college student tilted her head cutely and smiled slyly.

"Well of course, Mr. D," Emily acknowledged, clearly enjoying herself, "that's what I'm here for."

Duncan actually gasped out loud as his former student opened her mouth and took the entire length of her teacher's shaft all the way to the back of her throat. Relaxing her palette, Emily took more of Duncan's cock than he ever thought possible.

(gluh gluh gluh gluh gluh)

"OH FUCK EM!!!!" Duncan cried out as Emily deep throated her teacher's cock, "OHGOD!!! HOW ARE...OH!!!...HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT!?!?!"

(gluh gluh gluh gluh gluh)

Emily's tongue and throat closed around Duncan's entire shaft at once and literally began forcing the orgasm out of him with the most unbelievable suction.

(gluh gluh gluh gluh gluh)

"OHGOD! EMILY!!! I'M GOING TO..."

When Emily swallowed, her teacher's shaft exploded, firing everything down her throat as she milked his member for all it could possibly give.

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