The Little Bell at the Big Game

This is a sequel to a hypnotism story by The Travelling Master.

The point-of-view is that of a woman who doesn't know she's been hypnotized. She only knows that she loves to give her boyfriend a blowjob when he rings a little bell. In the first part of the story, she is enticed to give a blowjob to her boyfriend's friend. This story takes things much further.

I love the little bell, I truly do. But it was getting me into trouble.

My boyfriend had given it to his friend, and when his friend rang it, I knew I had to follow through. I had to do for him what I did for my boyfriend when he rang the little bell.

I sucked his friends's cock, as my boyfriend watched. I swallowed his cum.

I couldn't believe it, even as I was doing it, but when his cum shot down my throat, it just felt... complete. Like everything was good and right again. His friend gave the little bell back to my boyfriend, zipped up, and said goodbye for the evening.

I spent the rest of the night cuddling my boyfriend, trying to work out the feelings I had. It felt like I'd done something wrong, but he assured me, with calm, measured words, that everything was alright, and he still loved me, and would always love me. He told me that I loved him too, and I believed it. He told me that I loved the little bell, and I believed that. Down to my very core, I believed it.

The next morning, before breakfast, he rang the little bell as usual. I went to him, as usual, and gave him a blowjob. I was so happy that he'd continued to use the little bell, as we had for... I really had no idea how long we'd been using it. Since Valentine's Day, when I'd given it to him, but how long ago was that?

Did it matter?

Sometime later, my boyfriend told me that he'd invited some guests over to watch the big game. He asked me to greet them at the door, and serve some snacks, but told me that after that, I didn't need to do any entertaining. I thanked him, because I wasn't really into sports. I wasn't even sure what sport the big game was for.

The morning of the big game, my boyfriend didn't use the little bell. I spent the morning feeling confused, wondering how I felt about not getting to suck his cock in the morning, as I always had done. I wasn't sad, because he'd told me not to be said. I was just... frustrated. Like there was a task that was left undone.

But soon it was time to get ready. We cleared all the furniture out of the den, and brought in all the chairs we had in the house. We left one long table in the corner for snacks, and arranged all the chairs in a semi-circle facing the TV. There was a big open space in the middle, and I asked my boyfriend if the table would be better placed there. He told me it will be, just not yet. He got out a nice fluffy blanket, and put it on the table. Why'd he do that?

Not long before his guests were going to arrive, he asked me to change my clothes. He said that if I dressed like a cheerleader, it would make everything more fun. I told him I didn't have a cheerleader outfit. He said that's ok, just wear something skimpy, like a cheerleader, and that would be good.

So I happily changed into a pair of tight booty shorts, and a cut-off tee that showed both my bellybutton and lots fo my cleavage. I went to the door to great our guests, and as I saw the first car pulling into our driveway, my boyfriend approached me, holding the little bell.

A shiver ran through my body, and I suddenly got very nervous. Was he going to put me on my knees, here, next to the door, and make me suck his cock in front of all his guests? I would do it of course, but I'd be so embarrassed.

But he didn't ring it. Instead, he placed it on a bookshelf at eye level, in the entrance hallway. He turned the little bell, so the writing on it, that said "Ring for Blowjob," was visible to anyone looking at it. Then he kissed me on the cheek and went to the den.

The first guest came in a moment later. I said hello, and welcome, and he said hello too, and kissed me on the cheek. He looked directly at the little bell, but didn't say anything. He just smiled at me, and I nervously blurted out, "The party's in the den." Then he left me there.

Another guest arrived, and another, and I greeted them all with a smile. Some kissed my cheek like the first one, and some hugged me. But they all noticed the little bell. They all reacted to it in some small way. Some just smiled at me, a few said, "nice bell," and watched me blush, and one even tapped it. I was soooo nervous as I watched him touch the little bell, but he didn't ring it. He just tapped it the once, and smiled at me, and went to the den.

There must have been about ten guests, but it was hard to keep count. Once they all arrived, my boyfriend came back out, and told me I'd done great, and squeezed me tight against him and kissed me. Then he told me to go to the kitchen and get the snacks.

I went, and put the finishing touches on a few things. The guests in the den were laughing and calling cheerfully to one another. I got the perishables out of the refrigerator, and just as I was done arranging everything, the guests went silent. And then I heard it. I heard the sweet chime of the little bell, coming from the den. A tingle ran through me.

I couldn't believe I was going to suck my boyfriend's cock in front of all his guests. But I couldn't help feeling excited. My mouth began to water, and I could taste my boyfriend's cock on my tongue. I followed the sound.

But when I got to the den, I saw that the sound wasn't coming from the little bell! It was coming from the TV, where my boyfriend had used the smart features to open a sound file. The sound of the little bell continued to ring out from the TV as I walked in and stood on the center of the room.

The guests were all seated in their chairs in a semi-circle around me, and some had taken off their shoes. They were all looking at me. My boyfriend sat at the left end of the circle, and he was holding the little bell, but he wasn't ringing it.

I was so confused. No-one was ringing the little bell, but the sound was in my ears. It was like there was a task left undone. I faced the TV, and didn't know what to do. I got on my knees.

The sound stopped, and I looked at my boyfriend in confusion. He'd used the TV remote to turn off the sound of the ringing. But the guests around me immediately broke out in laughter. I was upset by that, I felt like they'd all tricked me! But in a moment, my boyfriend raised his hand, and the guests stopped. Everything was silent for a moment, and then my boyfriend spoke to me.

"I know you're confused, my girl. You heard the sound of the little bell and you came in here expecting something. And now it's not happening. Do you feel frustrated? Like there's a task left undone?"

I turned on my knees to face him, and said, "Yes..."

"Would it make you feel better if I rang the real bell, and let you complete the task you're aching for?"

Of course it would. My mind was so unsettled on the interruption of the sound, I could barely hold a thought. But I knew it would make me feel better to do the job I'd come in here for. "Yes."

My boyfriend stood, and he rang the little bell. I felt such immense joy, and I didn't care that I was about to suck his cock in a roomful of his guests. I went to him gladly, and in moments, his cock was in my mouth, and everything felt right again.

I sucked him and sucked him, happy that things were making sense again. I made an effort to impress him, to make up for missing the morning. I took him deep into my throat, and held him there, and when I came up I licked his balls lovingly.

The guests around me were talking softly, but I couldn't seem to make out the words. My boyfriend was talking too, but it didn't matter to me. I only wanted to show him and his guests how good a cocksucker I was.

It felt like my boyfriend was getting close to cumming, and I heard the little bell beginning to ring again. As I got ready to receive his seed, he did something he'd never done before when I sucked him. He put his hands on my shoulders, and he pushed me back.

I looked up at him in confusion, but he smiled and pointed to his right. His guest seated next to him was holding the little bell, waving it back and forth. He'd pulled his pants and underwear past his knees, and his cock was jutting from his lap, beginning to rise.

The sound of the little bell told me what I had to do, but I'd never left a blowjob unfinished like this before. I looked back at my boyfriend's cock, and then back to his guest's cock, and I couldn't figure out what to do.

Then I heard his voice. "It's alright, my girl. I know you feel frustration that you haven't finished your task yet. But please trust me, you will finish. Follow your feelings, and I promise, everything will make sense when it's over."

With that reassurance, I felt much better about leaving the task incomplete. I followed the little bell's chime, crawling on my knees to the guest's cock. As I got into a position between his knees, I saw from the corner of my eye that other guests were lowering their pants. But that really didn't matter. I was here to answer the little bell.

I took the guest's cock into my mouth, and began to suck hungrily. Like the time before, when I sucked my boyfriend's friend's cock, everything was a little different, but it still made sense. I knew how to pleasure a cock, and that's what I did.

Was that friend here now? I didn't know. My mind wandered for a moment, trying to recall his face. It seemed like I should be able to, but no image seemed to be associated with that man. My boyfriend's voice brought me back to the task at hand, as he told me that I was doing good, and that I would feel good about following the sound of the little bell.

And I did. I followed the little bell. Just as the first guest's hips began to rise and fall with that unmistakable rhythm that he was approaching his cumshot, he hands were laid upon my shoulders, and he pushed me back. Then chime of the little bell rang out again, and I looked toward the sound. The next guest to the left was holding the little bell now, smiling at me as he made it ring. It didn't even look back; I had already solved this puzzle. I knew what to do. I crawled to the second guest, and I took his cock into my mouth.

It continued that way for hours, maybe days. I had no idea, and I really didn't care. Following the little bell was my only purpose. I knew I was leaving tasks undone behind me, but I'd received my boyfriend's promise that everything would make sense at the end, and that was all I needed to keep going.

The guests talked and joked above me and around me, but they all stayed in their seats. My boyfriend would talk as well, his voice seeming clearer than all the rest, but most of the time, I couldn't tell what anyone was saying. There were words, and some made sense, but they were rarely put together into a phrase or a sentence.

I was able to hear a word, which seemed to call out above the rest. A guest said the word, "gangbang", and though I didn't know what it was, the word seemed to call to me, from someplace far away. But my boyfriend's voice returned a hint of negativity. He said something about a project that had started, but would require a total tear-down and rebuild. Was he talking about car repair? Did I care?

I didn't. I cared about following the little bell.

Some of the guests liked to put their hands on me as I sucked their cocks. Some played with my hair, and some with my breasts, which were exposed. My little cheerleader top had come off at some point. Some liked to lean over and smack my butt through my booty shorts. I reacted to some of these touches, but I kept my focus on the cock of the guest that had last rang the little bell.

Only one guest used his hands forcefully on me. He pushed the back of my head down onto his cock, and held me there. His cock was deep in my throat, and might have triggered a gag reflex, but I'd long since eliminated mine. I took his rough treatment, and I enjoyed it. I returned the favor with a renewed attention to detail. When he let me up, I took a breath and immediately went back down again. I took him fully inside me, and reached out my tongue. I found his balls, and gave them a lick.

The forceful guest was somewhere near the middle, and as he, like all the others, pushed my shoulders back, I tried to make an effort to remember his face, so that I could ask my boyfriend to try emulating him in the future. But no details of his face came to mind, and the little bell was ringing in the hands of the next guest. As I turned to move, I noticed a big blotchy birthmark on his hip, and even as the sound of the little bell called to me, I make a concentrated effort to remember that birthmark.

Eventually, I reached the end of the line, and as the last guest pushed my shoulders back, I listened eagerly for the sweet chime of the little bell. But it wasn't ringing. I started to return to the last guest's cock, hoping I'd finally be allowed to complete a task, but I heard my boyfriend's voice. "Please come here, my girl."

I looked around, and saw that the snack table had been moved to the center of the room, just as my boyfriend had said it would, back before the party. The fluffy blanket was laid out upon it, and the little bell was resting there. My boyfriend stood next to it.

I went to my boyfriend's voice as if it were the sweet chime of the little bell. I crawled to him, and then he spoke to me again. "My little girl, you've done so well. You've left many tasks undone, but you've persevered and followed the calling of the little bell. It's nearly time to reward you, by completing the many tasks that are calling for your attention. But to start, I'm going to ask you to make a choice."

A choice? I so rarely got to make choices anymore, and the idea made me a little nervous.

"Stand up, and pick up the little bell."

It had been so long since I'd even touched the little bell. The idea of picking it up, and even ringing it, filled my stomach with butterflies.

"Hold it by the clapper in one hand, and the handle in the other, so it doesn't ring. I wouldn't you to get confused by ringing the little bell yourself." Of course, once again, my boyfriend had the perfect solution to what was puzzling me. I stood, and did as he said, and instantly, all the butterflies were gone.

"Now then, my girl, here is the choice you will make. One of these guests will help you complete a single task. The rest will be completed after, but first, you must choose one guest. Not me," he quickly said, as my eyes turned to him. "one of these others. You must bring the little bell to the guest you choose."

I looked around the room, at all the seated guests. They all had their pants around their ankles, and their cocks were standing proud. Some lightly stroked themselves. They were all looking at me, with desire in their eyes. But as they looked around, none of their faces stood out. They obviously had facial features, moustaches, and beards, and dimples where they smiled, and different color skin, eyes, and hair. But nothing registered as familiar, and once I looked away, no memory of those features remained. I vaguely wondered if my boyfriend knew that his face was the only face that mattered to me.

My boyfriend spoke again. "If the choice is too hard for you, you can ask me to choose. Or you can choose for us to make a random choice. But you must choose something."

Growing desperate, I gazed around the room. I finally caught sight of something familiar: the blotchy mark on the hip of the forceful guest. I went to him. I bowed over before him, and presented him with the little bell. He took it from my hands, holding it the same way I did, to keep it silent.

I waited eagerly for the forceful guest to ring the little bell, but he was speaking with my boyfriend. After a few exchanges, my boyfriend said, "Come here, my girl. Lay upon the table." I did so, wondering when the forceful guest would ring the little bell. "Scoot up higher, this way. Higher, my girl. Now lay your head back. Keep your hands at your sides."

Following my boyfriend's instruction, I moved as he told me, but as I laid my head back, I found that there was no table beneath me. I laid back and back, until my head was hanging, and the room was upside-down.

A pair of legs filled my view, and a guest squatted down behind me, his cock coming into view. I spotted the birthmark, and I knew this was the forceful guest, who would soon let me complete a task. I smiled in relief, and then I heard the sweet chime.

I opened my mouth, and the cock entered me. He entered me fully, down into my throat. His balls pressed against my forehead, and the sweaty scent of them filled my nose.

This wasn't a blowjob. I couldn't move to suck this cock, or touch it with my hands. But I was satisfied with the situation, and eager to see the task complete. The cock stayed down my throat for a long time, then slowly withdrew. Then it entered me again.

The forceful guest began to thrust with greater speed and power. Each time, he nearly withdrew, and each time, he returned and penetrated my throat. His hands were upon my breasts, kneading them savagely.

The forceful guest continued, and I held onto my gag reflex and accepted him. And then it happened. His cum, his delicious cum, burst from his cock and filled my throat. I swallowed as fast as I could, but the cum flowed like a broken drainpipe, filling my mouth. It overflowed, out between my lips, but also, somehow, out my nostrils. This burned my nose a little, but the pain was nothing compared to the joy I felt for having completed a task.

The forceful guest stopped cumming, and his thrusting slowed, until finally, he withdrew completely from my mouth. I sucked hard, removing the cum on his cock as it left my mouth. I snuck in a little kiss on the cockhead as it passed my lips.

My face was a total mess, but the forceful guest's cock was wonderfully clean. I knew that cleaning off the cock after the cumshot was an important part of a blowjob, and I'd done it before it got away. I was proud of myself. Cleaning my face was a vague concern in the back of my mind, but not a task.

"Very well done, my girl," I heard my boyfriend say. "Now sit up please."

I did so, and saw that all the other guests were now standing close around me. I smiled up at my boyfriend, so glad that a task had been completed.

"Now then, my girl, you've done so well, and you're nearly done. These guests and I are going to help you complete all your remaining tasks, but we're going to do it together. You will lay here upon your back, and we will all ring the little bell together, and spill our cum on your face. Do you understand that this will complete your task for each guest that cums on your face?"

It made perfect sense. "Yes," I answered.

"Good. Then lay back." I did, scooting my butt a little further down the table so that my head could rest. I discovered that someone had placed a folded towel under my head, and I settled down onto it. "You may wipe your eyes if they get cum on them, but otherwise, please keep your hands down at your sides."

I saw that the little bell was directly above my eyes, and that every guest was reaching a single hand out to touch it. My boyfriend held the handle by the very tip, giving each guest room to place a finger on the little bell.

"Let's begin," my boyfriend said, and the little bell shook as each finger moved it a different direction. The sweet chime rang out, and I sighed with pleasure and anticipation.

A few of the guests stepped back, and a few stepped closer, forming a tight ring around my head. They stroked their cocks, some fast, some slow, and prepared to cum on my face.

I was so glad that I would get to see every task complete. I watched the holes at the tips of the guests cocks open oh so slightly, and then the wonderful cum began to flow, falling on my face. Some went wide, down onto my neck, and as far as my breasts, but it didn't matter.