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Bliss

The lecture seemed long and boring as Jennifer floated in luxury and comfort. She knew on the outside she appeared so attentive and she absorbed every detail, but on the inside, all she could think about was peaceful bliss, knowing she was fulfilling Vince's wishes. A vague memory swept over her and she shivered at the thought.

A memory of her sitting in the library, the third hour in a mad study marathon, when she heard the thud of books beside her, momentarily distracting her. She didn't think too much of him as he sat there and seemed to stare at her. She looked up and saw his smirk, wondering what was wrong with him.

"Want to see a neat card trick?" Vince asked, a deck suddenly appearing in his hands.

"I'm studying," she said, a little annoyed.

"I know, but I need you to take a second and see this. The break will do you good." He shuffled the deck and then fanned it out, face down. "Take one."

She looked down at her book, trying to ignore him.

"Come on, take one," he commanded again.

Exasperated, she grabbed one. "Ok," she said, looking at it quickly. "But I always figure these things out."

"We'll see about that. Don't show it to me, but remember what it is. Got it?"

She nodded your head. "Yeah, yeah."

"Good, now put it back in... anywhere... there you go... good girl." He shuffled the deck again and then arranged it in his hand. "Your card is..." he said, tapping the top one and turning it over. "The queen of hearts."

"No, it's the three of spades nimrod," she shook her head, obviously upset by his lame trick.

He stared at the deck as if wondering what happened. "Oh, my bad, check on your seat." He indicated the hard chair she was sitting on. "Sometimes these things get away from me." She lifted one leg up and saw a card lying there, face up... the three of spades. Her interest piqued.

"How did you...?"

"I thought you figured these things out," he smirked. "I guess you don't pay that much attention. How about we try that again," he suggested, fanning out the deck in front of her. "Pick another one."

She had more interest this time and reached forward more enthusiastically. "Yeah... I'm paying attention."

He smiled, seeing her eyes focus more intently and dilate a little more. In her hazy state, her mind yelled NO to the image... she knew that's what he wanted. She knew that's how he ensnared her.

She heard him, almost as if he was mumbling, thinking it's part of how he distracted her. She tried to tune it out, tried to pay attention to what he was doing and where his hands were going. She heard him, but didn't pay attention to what he was saying.

"Put it here, anywhere you want." She placed it into the deck and he shuffled it again. Then he broke it into halves holding them in front of her. "Pick a half." She indicated the one on her right. He lay the other half aside, then cut the indicated one in half again, allowing her to choose once more. On the third time, he had six cards in his hand and fanned them out in front of her, face down.

"Pick your card," he said.

She went to pull one and then at the last second changed her mind and pulled another. She looked at it and her eyes opened wide, her face beamed. "How in the hell did you do that?" she asked.

"It's magic," he said, smiling. "It's all about distracting you... one hand goes here... another goes there," he said, moving his hands slowly, catching her eyes. "Then this one, then that one...." Her eyes were moving side to side, slowly.

"But I see you're getting sleepy. Good girl. You need to rest for a bit, you've been studying hard. I'll just show you one more trick, ok?"

She nodded her head slowly, her eyes half closed. His mumbling was starting to drone in her ears, making her try to focus harder, making her more tired.

He pulled a card from the deck and raised it up in front of her eyes, facing away from her. He moved it to the right and turned it towards her. It was the king of clubs. "Look at this card. It's going to change, and you have to tell me how." He moved it back to the center and faced it towards himself, then to the left and when it faced her, it was showing the queen of hearts.

"Are you paying attention? I mean REALLY paying attention. I'm still distracting you, you know, making it so you don't see how I'm doing this. You'll have to watch VERY carefully to see how I'm doing it."

The card moved left and right, alternating from the king of clubs and the queen of hearts. Her brow furrowed as she tried to pay attention, tried to figure it out.

"But your eyes are getting so tired, aren't they? It's from all that reading and studying and reading and studying. All those words on the page just look so alike. So much easier to just stop thinking for a little bit and rest. So much easier to just look at the pretty card and not have to worry about your classes."

He pulled the king of clubs back to the center and slowly moved it down to the table, watching her eyes go down with it, slowly closing. He was whispering to her still, mumbling, almost just a buzz in her ears, but she couldn't quite figure out what he was saying. She could feel his breath on her ear, knowing that he was suddenly right beside her, but she couldn't understand what he was saying. It didn't seem to bother her, though. She knew she'd remember what he was saying even if she couldn't hear it now. It was telling her to remember.

The memory changed to sitting in the living room of her own apartment. Although her eyes were closed, she could see the card floating in front of her, side to side, going from the king of clubs to the queen of hearts. She wondered how it did that. She had to keep watching until she figured it out.

Her body was feeling so good. She knew his hands were on her. She could feel his fingers teasing her clit so nicely. His whispers were in your ears and every time she agreed with him, she felt the lovely pleasure soar through her body. It felt so good to agree with him, to remember and to do as he commanded her. Every command meant so much pleasure. His cheek pressed against her cheek, his lips right next to her ear. His hand pressed against her, fingers slid into her, and she pressed back, wanting so much more contact.

She was so glad it was Friday and she had no where to be until Monday morning classes... so glad the pleasure could last as long as he wanted to give it to her.

The haziness in her head grew until she saw herself doing things without even having to think about it. She walked around her apartment, cleaning, making meals, all the while she was floating inside, oblivious. It seemed like she could do anything, as long as he commanded it.

She felt herself kneeling on the floor, seeing the card twist and turn in her mind, moving side to side. Her naked body shuddered as another orgasm swept over it. She repeated the simple mantra "obedience is pleasure" again and again. Each time her body got more and more excited until it overflowed in a gushing river. She could barely feel her juices leaking out of her and pooling on the floor below her. She could barely feel her hard nipples trying to burst from her chest.

Her hands were resting on her thighs, palms up. Her knees were spread wide, her head held high up, back arched, chest thrust forward. It was such a comfortable position for her and she knew how it pleased him.

She could feel his cock slide across her slack face. Her eyes were open, seeing the card, but also seeing his hardness. Her lips parted as it swiped past, giving her a small taste. She shuddered with excitement wanting more... needing more. Her tongue slipped out and licked the head gently as it swiped back across her lips. She felt so much pleasure radiating from her clit, so much desire to taste him fully.

"I love seeing you like this, waiting for my every command, doing everything I say. I could make you into a wanton whore and you'd float blissfully unaware as guy after guy kept fucking you all night long. Then you'd show up at class like an innocent little girl again."

He pushed into her mouth and she felt it fill her. Tingles on her clit made her wonder if he was going to fuck her there, too, hoping against hope that he let her cum again.

She heard his instructions on how to become an expert cocksucker and learned them well until he finally exploded in her mouth while she greedily swallowed it. The sucking and slurping sounds she made were so enticing.

"Oooh, yeah baby," she heard him whisper as she continued to gently suck him afterwards, teasing the head with flicks of her tongue.

His whispers invaded her brain again, murmurs and droning, nothing that she had to think about, just accept. She felt his fingers slide into her, her wetness showing her constant arousal. Two fingers curled inside, sliding in and out of her while she just knelt there wantonly, reciting her mantra.

"You like being my little fuck toy, don't you." His thumb stroked across her clit and she moaned with desire. "A little rich girl like you being my slave makes you so damn hot. So what if your aunt owns HardMicro. I'm going to own her, just like I own you. And you're going to love helping me. Right?" he asked. "Good girl."

She shuddered as her orgasm racked her body, her pussy squeezing his fingers. He loved hearing her panting as she came, loved hearing the near whisper of final resistance fly away as her juices coated his hand.

The next week passed by as if in a dream. She saw herself going to class every day, paying special attention, gaining so much knowledge. And after class, she came back to him and her apartment, to undress and kneel on the floor waiting for his commands. She waited patiently for him to put her collar on her, marking her as his property. She smiled inwardly, knowing she made him happy.

She felt herself being lifted up and placed into position, bending over, her hands on the back of the couch. She could hear his voice resounding in her head, telling her how excited she made him, telling her how rewarding it was to follow his commands as he thrust into her from behind.

She could feel her clit burning and tingling like never before. No one had ever pleased her so much and she came with almost every thrust. She felt him slamming his hips into her ass as he drove into her deeper and faster. Her knees almost completely buckled as her body responded to his cumming inside her. His gift was almost too wonderous for her to take. Her own orgasm made her body spasm when she felt his juices spray inside her.

Her lecture ended and she left her class, a smile on her face as she greeted those around her. Her inner self wanted to resume control, but somehow the floating seemed so much easier. She knew thinking would be too difficult. She felt herself leaving the room and getting into her car. He was sitting in the passenger seat waiting and she smiled at him innocently. She picked up her cell phone and dialed a number that was somehow familiar but she couldn't remember why.

A woman on the other end answered and she greeted her comfortably. Jennifer idly wondered why she couldn't place the voice and why she was saying the things she said. She invited the woman to come see her... Jennifer suggested she leave here for the Bahamas for a week or two, to spend time together now that the semester was winding down. The woman said she was so happy to hear from Jennifer. He smiled. She suspected nothing of his deception.

The woman agreed to come down the next weekend, to meet Jennifer for the trip. It was after finals, after her last week of her undergraduate degree. He sat beside her, his hand between her legs stroking her. Jennifer could barely suppress her need to cum. She was being so obedient to him and she knew it, making her so very excited. She was so wet her pussy was drooling onto her seat.

She hung up the phone after ironing out some of the details. "Good girl," he said softly and she thrashed in her seat, her orgasm so very strong and overwhelming. He watched her lay there, mewling in her post-orgasmic bliss, and smiled.

"Take me home and please me," he commanded. She sat up, panting hard and drove. She seemed overly anxious to get him home, but safely stayed near the speed limit. An image of his cock played in your mind, of her expertly sucking on it, of it sliding into her pussy as she watched. It made her so damn hot!

"You make for some excellent bait," she heard, piquing her interest a little. But the warmth of her environment, the floating, the swirling king of clubs made it so difficult to concentrate on what he was saying. "I'm thinking of keeping you like this afterwards. Make both your Aunt and you be my little sluts. Does that excite you? Huh, good girl?"

She groaned, her body quivering as another orgasm swept over her. Vince sat back and smiled. "I thought it would."

She barely remembered pulling into the garage and moving into the house. She had only fleeting images of him coming up behind her, of lifting one leg and putting it up on the dining room table as he pushed her over it. Fleeting, exciting images and feelings of his cock sliding into her pussy while she wailed and begged for it like some slut. Her bare tits pressed against cold wood as her body was pushed into it again and again from his heavy thrusts. She couldn't believe how good it felt when he sprayed all over her back and ass, his hot, sticky cum stringing and then oozing across her skin. Just feeling that made her cum.

Her week of finals went like a blur, with tests being given and passed without a second thought. All she thought about was him, servicing him every day, and loving it. She never could get enough of him. Every time she filled in a bubble with a number two pencil, she thought of his cock thrusting into her. After she left the class, knowing that she got an A on the test, she slipped into the bathroom for a massive masturbatory orgasm, thanking him again and again.

Jennifer found herself walking through an airport, dressed in an alluring short skirt and low-cut top, attracting the attention of most of the men around. She stood with a smile, waiting for the passenger... she couldn't remember who it was, though. But she knew he commanded her to wait, patiently, her mantra repeating itself in her brain.

She saw her target walk out the gate and waved enthusiastically, triggering a huge smile on her own face. She felt herself surge forward, hugging the woman tightly. The conversation was like noise to her, though. She knew she was talking, replying, but had no idea what she was even saying. Luggage in hand, she walked the woman out to the van, unlocked the back and as she was putting her baggage inside, stabbed her with the syringe, injecting the full load of fluid into her.

The woman turned to her in shock, disbelief on her face for seconds before she slumped down. Jennifer lifted her into the back of the van, closing the door. Vince was sitting in the back, but she barely noticed him. She was just following his commands. She got into the driver's side and left the parking lot, heading for the designated spot near an abandoned warehouse.

Jennifer's Aunt Victoria lay on the floor, moaning softly. She wasn't unconscious, but very close. Her mind was wandering, having a hard time concentrating. She looked so lovely being nearly out like that and Vince took a moment to savor it. Then he took out the king of clubs and began his induction, whispering to her, making her succumb.

When they arrived at the warehouse, the woman was on the edge, so close to being his. Jennifer hovered over her, telling her how lovely it felt to give in. One of Jennifer's hands slid up her leg, sliding underneath her skirt. She begged to show her just how good it could feel to give in to Vince fully as her fingertips slid across the woman's clit making her shudder with lust.

Vince smiled, twirling the card, as the woman's eyes closed momentarily and opened, trying to refocus. His seductive mantra whispered in her ears. Her body was writhing a little and her heavy breathing indicated she was so turned on. Jennifer's free hand unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it free from her skirt, exposing her beautiful bra. Vince was impressed how seductive she could be as Jennifer told the woman how much she wanted to make her aunt cum, her lips caressed her stiff nipples making the woman gasp.

"Good girl," Vince whispered in her ear as she came for the first time.

*****

"Yes, I know what it means," Victoria said squeezing Vince's hand. "He's my husband and deserves to have everything I have."

"But ma'am, he doesn't have to be entitled to the millions you brought to the marriage. It's your choice, but I'd advise you against it." The lawyer looked at her in disbelief. "No offense, sir."

"None taken," Vince assured him. "I understand completely. It's her decision and I'll be happy with whatever she decides to do." The shake of Victoria's hand in his told him she was having another wonderful orgasm. It was difficult to tell otherwise. Her face certainly didn't betray it.

"Ok," the man said. "We'll make sure the Will is changed." He closed his notebook, gathered his briefcase and headed towards the door. "And congratulations to you both, again."

Vince smiled. "Thank you Mr. Cafferty. We're very happy."

The door closed and Vince leaned over, his mouth an inch away from Victoria's ear. "Good girl," he whispered and watched her legs nearly give way as the massive orgasm swept over her. "Now show me how much you adore me."

Her body shaking, she pulled her skirt up to her waist and dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands instantly unfastening his pants. One hand grasped his hardness, rubbing it across her face as she chanted her mantra, "obedience is pleasure." Vince looked down and watched the most powerful businessperson in the country slide her lips around his erection, taking it deep inside until her lips pressed into his pubes, pushing him deep into her throat.

She went down on him better than any street whore.

He looked out the office windows, towering over the city. Being the new CEO of the largest software company in the world was going to be a good promotion for him.

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Can't Be Done

"You don't think I can hypnotize people, huh?" I asked Ashley, smiling.

"No. That's all just the wishful thinking of teenage boys. Come on."

"What about Sherry here?" I indicated my wife seated beside me on the couch. She was sitting straight up, looking straight ahead with a blank look in her eyes. Her mouth was moving as she whispered a mantra over and over. "She's not hypnotized?"

Ashley's lips slid down my shaft, her tongue swirling underneath it on the way back up. Her hand stroked the exposed shaft as her mouth left me. "Hell no... she's probably just faking it. You guys are in on this together, aren't you?"

I laughed. In a way, we were. She'd been my wife for the past three years, meeting in my last year of college. Not long after meeting her, I decided to try to hypnotize her. I told her it was a fetish of mine and could be something to enhance our sexual pleasure. She didn't believe I could do it, much like Ashley, although she went along with it. If nothing else, it would make for some fun roleplaying.

But she did go under. And I picked a winner. Sherry was an extremely good subject and I was able to take her very deep and have a lot of fun with her.

I'd known Ashley since we were in grade school and only recently reconnected with her. We talked on the internet for a bit and then went out for dinner a few times. Eventually I introduced her to my wife and we had a fun time together, just the three of us. Ashley was divorced and had sworn off men for the time being, but I was incredibly attracted to her. I'd always been attracted to her.

"Well let me ask her," I said. "Sherry? Are you hypnotized?"