"So how have you enjoyed the process of hypnosis Summer?" he asked.
The question was so incongruous that bemusement tugged the corners of her lips, her brows rising slightly.
"That's a strange question Mark. How have I enjoyed the process of hypnosis? I've never experienced it, so I wouldn't have the foggiest idea what you're talking about."
Summer had been delighting in getting to know Mark, their weekly catch up and coffee becoming something that she looked forward to. There was no pretense, no affectation of what it was, no overt sexual overtone. That wasn't to say there wasn't a flirtatious undertone, and there was quite obviously the sparkle of attraction both ways, but their coffee dates were never reduced to the bawdy courtship ritual of some of her other suitors. Everything had progressed pleasantly, right up until the odd question that he'd just uttered.
"Oh of course, how silly of me," he replied. "You still think we're sitting in the coffee shop down the street."
The comment was just so out of place that she was having a hard time grappling with it in her head.
"Mark, you're being a dick," she said.
"You'll call me Daddy from now on," he whispered.
"My apologies Daddy. What I meant to say was 'Daddy you're being a dick.'"
Had she just called him Daddy? Had he just told her to?! What the hell was going on? One moment she was enjoying a coffee with a charming, charismatic gentleman, the next she was engaging in a very confusing conversation indeed.
"Daddy," she said.
"Yes Princess?"
"Why am I calling you Daddy?"
"Well Princess, over the last few months I've been very subtly and carefully weaving some suggestive hypnosis techniques into our conversations. Just a little bit at a time, so it's happening without you even having to concentrate on it."
Summer's rational brain was reeling. Was he serious? Suggestive techniques? It made no sense. Surely it was impossible to hypnotise someone in a coffee shop. Why would you even try it in the first place? She was fairly sure that that she would have noticed someone removing her free will. She was ready to give him a serve. A piece of her mind before she stormed out onto the street. But the words wouldn't form in her mouth like she wanted. Instead of a curt goodbye, she found herself saying;
"Tell me more please Daddy?" she asked
"Sure Princess. After the first few times of meeting at the coffee shop, I brought you back to my place, but I let you believe that we were still there."
Scarcely able to comprehend what he was saying, she looked around the familiar surrounds of her favourite café, only to find herself in a spacious, opulent lounge room. Where there had been a coffee machine and counter was a white marble bar. Her usual chair facing the window was a soft, comfortable chaise, on which she reclined, totally naked. Mark sat on a couch directly opposite her, with the same soft grey suit he'd been wearing when they met half an hour ago. But even though he was dressed the same, there now something undeniably more sexy about him. Despite her incomprehension at the events taking place, inside her there was a definitive tingle of something much more intense than flirtatious undertone.
"Then, as you sunk deeper, I helped you see that you didn't to wear clothes while you were here,"
His voice was a low purr now, the sound of it creating very delightful sensations all through her. Nonetheless she had to get away from this, and fast. She went to move, to jump off the chaise and run, but found she was unable to move her arms or legs. Looking down she expected to see that she was restrained in some way, but she sat completely unfettered.
"You'll find that you're becoming aroused as we chat more. You're already dripping wet, and you're nipples are hard and aching."
Even as he spoke she could feel the unmistakable swelling inside her pussy, the action forcing a dribble of wetness to slip from her and down towards her arse. Her nipples, she saw were hard and straining.
"I'll explain a few more things, but first I need you to SPREAD." The final word was uttered with a different tone and power. To Summer's horror her thighs parted and her knees pulled back towards her chest. Even more disturbing was how the way he smiled in appreciation made her feel. She found herself wishing she could spread herself even wider for him, to please him, to make him smile even more. She felt like she was on fire, like this moment had followed hours of hot foreplay, not the revelations of this incursion of her will. Her pussy twitched and tingled and ached and the undeniable scent of her arousal reached her nose. The muscles in her arse contracted involuntarily and she longed to be touched there. There was a tightness low down in her belly, the sort that always foretold an earth-shattering orgasm.
Summer tried desperately to hold onto rational thought. She fought to keep her mind clear, but each passing second was eroding clarity and replacing it with the overwhelming need to be Daddy's good little girl. To worship Daddy's cock. To be Daddy's perfect little slut, Daddy's fuck toy...
She threw her head from side to side, trying to shake those ridiculous ideas out of her mind. But even as she tried she felt sanity slipping through her grasp like wet sand.
"I now control you Princess. The process of hypnosis means that your mind belongs to me. I can use trigger words to make your body do whatever I please. For instance, if I say 'FUCKED'," he spoke the word in the same tone with which he said 'spread'. The effect was staggering and instantaneous. Her pussy immediately felt like she was being penetrated by a thick hard cock. Long smooth strokes felt as though they were sliding in and out of her dripping hole. It was exquisite. She threw her had back and cried out in lust and pleasure. The need to make sense dropped away further as she gave in to the sensation of being fucked by an invisible cock. Sweat glistened on her skin while inside her cunt convulsed and spasmed deliciously.
