Diary of a Hypnotist Ch. 08: Perfecting the Perfect Slave Pt. 02

"We made a lot of progress today. How was it?"

"Really good. I thought I would not feel anything. But I was conscious at every moment. The experience with flowers. My visit to my childhood home. Thank you, really, thank you very much. My favorite moment was when I could fly."

I wiped the sweat from my face with her panties.

"Wonderful, are you sure it was the right decision to break it off with Clara, in the middle of therapy?"

"I don't know, sometimes it's good not to be the 'fool' of the relationship."

"Cum, Alexa."

"Oh, yes ... I love cock! ... I love to fuck! ... Ah! .. yes..mmn" Her knees pressed together as she subtly writhed with pleasure.

"You should talk to her soon. A call is a pretty cold way to end a relationship."

"I will," she replied with reluctance, "next week."

"Very well then, we'll see each other for the next appointment."

"I always felt that Clara was a little rude and that's just not for me. Say, do you know The Draft House?"

"I've heard of it, yes."

"We could go for a few beers, this weekend there is a 2 for 1 promotion. Nothing formal, the Doctor would surely not refuse a little break after a long, hard week."

"I think it's a good idea. Cum again."

"MMMn..Ah! .. Fuck. I need cum on my tits."

They bounced as she orgrasmed. Then she resumed, as if she'd felt only a light breeze.

"On Saturday, I'm free. Cum, dirty bitch."

"AaaHah ... mgum..mnn ... Doctor ... Master ... Doctor ... I'm your doll ..."

She put one of her hands under her skirt. She was stroking her pussy for several minutes, with her tongue out and seemingly begging for my cock.

When she cums, she would say what she was thinking at that moment, for her, the orgasms were discreet. From that day to Saturday, she would be expectant to try my cock, most of her day would be devoted to long masturbatory practices, longing for a little male love. She had denied it, until today.

I cornered her against the door. Instead of dismissing her with a handshake, I put my right hand to her face, her eyelids sank, her mouth opened and she sucked my middle finger like a good cock. With my left hand, I caressed her pussy, which exuded an affectionate aroma.

That weekend I would know Alexa even better.

2x1 in The Beer House:

I arrived fifteen minutes early, as I wanted to see what the place was like. Simple, but elegant. Tables and chairs made of wood, blue and green lights hanging on the walls.

It was a craft beer place, I ordered a classic Porter. Strong flavor, with a good body.

I signaled to the girl in the red dress at the entrance. Alexa. She was wearing cream-colored heels and had put on makeup for the occasion. The bright red lipstick looked great.

She greeted me with a kiss, our lips meeting at an idyllic angle. I called over the waiter, and as Alexa asked for a pint of blonde my eyes were drawn to her huge boobs, which were highlighted by the tight top of the dress.

"You like the place? It's very quiet, on Saturdays."

She said it while tracing her lower lip with her index finger. She was amused to see me hypnotized by her tits.

"I like it, it's rustic, but quaint. I know someone who would very much like to come here."

"Who?" she asked, batting her long lashes.

"I call her, 'Pinocchio Girl.' "

Her shoulders relaxed, and her body slid down slightly on the back of the chair.

"You have some huge tits, Alexa. You are very sensitive to alcohol, for you, taking a sip of beer is like taking a whole shot of tequila. You will put away two pints as if it was water, since you love to drink. Awake."

The waiter handed the Golden to Alexa, and I could see he was as impressed as I was by her proportions.

She took the glass in two hands, and with a pull, she drank down the whole pint. Bottoms up. Frankly, I was impressed.

"One more, please."

The waiter was slow to react, he looked at her and saw the empty glass. Surely like me, he could not believe it.

Another glass, and another bottoms up. I had just started my second pint.

"Alexa, I think it's time to go."

I paid the bill for us both. She could barely stand up, so I took her by the hip and lead her to my car. In addition to natural submissive, she is a natural drunk. What a surprise.

I noticed that she was missing one of her heels. She took my arm repeatedly and babbled incoherently the whole way. She told me that she liked having her father carry her on his shoulders. And that she wanted to be president, but could not.

"Eveeeryy..chiild..uof.glup ... the naation..will havve a puppy ... they will aaall be Flophy..Flophys for aaall."

"We've arrived, Ms. President."

I was opening the car door, when she threw herself at me. The drunk girl was very horny. She slid her tongue down my neck, unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt awkwardly, kissing me from the chest to the abdomen. My erection was not unexpected, so I helped her by unbuttoning my pants.

"Ghsgg ... uggag..gf"

"Very good ... very good, Alexa."

Taking her behind the neck, I guided her, fucking her throat. Her watery mouth had me captivated.

"Pinocchio Girl."

I pulled her hair, to see her silly expression. A trickle of semen and saliva stretched between her lips and my cock.

"Who am I to you, Alexa?"

"You are my Master and my creator."

"And what are you?"

"I'm your whore to fuck. A cum dumpster with legs."

"Exactly, you're just a pussy, an ass and a mouth to fuck."

"I'm just a pussy, an ass and a mouth to fuck."

"When you leave trance, you will no longer be drunk on tequila. Everything was a scheme on your part to get a good fuck. Awake."

The corners of her mouth stretched, forming a perverted smile. She jerked me off quickly while chewing on her lower lip.

"Let me know when you're close, okay?" she said, as she swallowed my cock again.

It was pleasant to feel her loose, 'drunk' jaw at first. But the feeling of a girl fully aware that they are fucking you with their mouth is incomparable.

I turned on my cell phone and started recording, the light of the flash shining in her green eyes. She massaged my balls with tenderness, I pulled my cock from her lips and patted her face with it.

"Do you like my cock, little bitch?"

"Yes..."

"How much?"

"Mmm it's my favorite."

I felt her breath against my swollen gland, engorged with blood. I cast about for unpleasant thoughts in an effort not to come, but she licked the tip and I could not contain myself. I soaked her face with viscous manhood. In the video her face shown bright and happy.

"I told you to tell me when you were close. I wanted to swallow everything," she said as she licked the semen from her lips.

* * *

We entered her place, which was well furnished, neat and clean. A luxury house.

I was getting undressed, I needed some time to recover.

"I do not want you to think I'm a slut, but you have a very nice cock."

She said it nonchalantly, as if to say: "Tomorrow it's going to rain so be sure to bring an umbrella."

"You have a very nice mouth."

"Damn, I lost a shoe. Oh well, it doesn't matter, I'll just buy another," she exclaimed brightly.

I went to a nearby wall, where three framed pictures hung. She began to explain them to me when she noticed my curiosity.

"Here, I participated in a fair a year ago."

A photo of her, with her face painted, clothes tight against her body, her legs spread and her buttocks tense. She hung elegantly on the silk. My hardness returned and I started to masturbate.

"... Here is from when I was a waitress to earn extra money. I resigned because I did not like the uniform."

"Why do you have the picture, then?"

"Clara likes it."

With one hand on her waist, black skirt, a short vest, almost as short as the skirt and struggling mightily to contain those huge tits. Head tilted and smiling, holding a pitcher of coffee. The leggings were dark pantyhose. Clara has good taste.

And in the middle.

"This was a joke for a friend, Natasha, who has always believed that I am the submissive of the relationship. Clara and I just went with the flow."

Clara with her arms crossed, stretching the toes of one of her feet. Alexa holding it from the heel very close to her face, with tongue out and her eyes closed.

"How about you ..."

I put my right hand in front of her, her eyelids fluttered and she started sucking on my middle finger. I push her against the wall, lower her panties to her knees and poke her wet pussy with my other hand.

"I'm going to eat this fucking pussy."

I removed her panties. I bend over, raised her legs to my shoulders and ate her delicious pussy. I sucked the lips, my tongue danced over her clitoris. She was even wetter than before.

It was time for the main course.

I pushed her against the table, lifting her dress. I took a wool scarf that was on the back of a chair.

"Hey, that's not, it was a gift from my grandmother ... Ugmn ..."

I inserted my cock and there were no more protests, as docile as a sheep she let her hands be tied behind her back. I was pulling her hair so she was looking at the pictures on the wall, my pelvis hit her ass as I rammed into her.

"Aahmm..mmn..aah..Mnm ... .AhaA! .. ah..m"

"You're just a whore who cannot keep her legs closed."

"Mmn..Ah..Oh, yes! .. I am a bitch .. a dirty whore .."

I kept on ramming her, with increasing ferocity.

Finally I took a break and pulled my cock out of her.

"Now I want you to taste your juices, via my cock."

Without a word, she swallowed it. I loved the circles she formed on my stem with her tongue. I grabbed her ears and fucked her face, my balls hitting her chin. I stopped when I noticed her reflexes kicking in.

"Pinocchio Girl. Even if you feel suffocated, you will only feel pleasure, not nausea. Being fucked through your larynx is like a bad vice, it is not entirely pleasant, but you cannot avoid repeating the act. Awake."

"GuaAag ... gaGag..Galsga! .. guplGhs..gags ... .."

I force her to swallow all my milk.

"That's a good mouth, made for fucking."

I was still drowning her with my phallus, she looked at me as if asking for mercy. I took it out very slowly, enjoying her expression.

"Please don't overdo it," she demanded.

"Next time I'll be gentler with the princess," I said, moving my cock between her lips.

We enter her bedroom, and I lube up her anus with cooking oil. That ass urgently needed a cock.

She was opening her buttocks, my glans grazed her hole.

"I don't know if it's right that we're doing this. I recently finished with Clara and I .."

"Pinocchio Girl."

Her body stiffened, her anus dilated.

"My cock in your ass, it will feel so good. What will weigh on your conscience is that you are not fucking Clara's ass. You will feel every inch coming and going. With each push your brain will be flooded with pleasure. So much pleasure, that at times you'll forget that I'm the one who fucks you, or who Clara is. You may even forget that we are in your house. What you will never forget is feeling your rectum so full, is the best sensation in the world. Awake."

"... I do not know if we should continueEeeE ... Uhh!"

My cock was sliding in great; that little ass was top shelf to be sure. I increased speed, and my whore moaned louder. I stood still and it felt like she was shaking her ass towards my cock. I pull out and cum on her back.

"Now we can talk about Clara, if you want."

"Ummn..mmn"

Her face was cross-eyed and she was still biting her lip hard. Clearly her mind was occupied with thinking about more pressing matters.

I took advantage of her flexibility all night long to fuck her in multiple positions. At 5:00 am. I ejaculated on her face while she slept, before leaving and returning home. When she woke up, she would find her house a pigsty. The walls tagged with, "I love the cock", "I love to fuck" and "I'm a hot bitch". A cock drawn on the bathroom mirror and surrounded with lipstick kisses. Her body covered in oil, cum and words like: "Slut", "Sex", "Fuck", "Dirty girl", the "Love" tattoo on her foot crossed out. Between the bed sheets her light pink dildo, with the mark of her teeth on it.

I stole the waitress photo. It's priceless!

And one last gift, a glass in the kitchen half full of cum. For a complete and healthy breakfast.

Possibly her first reaction would be anger, but as she went about cleaning the house, her mind would recreate images from the previous night. She would be coming again and again, for three days at a minimum.

Also, on Monday, she would get two new tattoos, one on her right forearm: "Never submissive, always free."

And another one on the left buttock: "Private Property". She would think it was an act of 'rebellion' against Clara.

When I got home, I uploaded the blurriest videos from my cell phone. It was impossible to tell her identity, but those green eyes and that tongue licking greedily were enough for me.

An important mission:

We started the second session, the last with only Alexa.

"I don't think it's right to continue the sessions. Without Clara, it makes little sense."

I sat down next to her, resting my hand on her right thigh with confidence, her legs opened, her face reddened. She was excited.

"This is a professional secret, but Clara was very fond of you. Even though you ended it that way, I think I can be a mediator to solve your problems, in a more mature manner."

"We had sex, I do not know what came over me. I have felt very strange lately."

I stroke her cheek with the back of my index finger, and respond affectionately:

"Easy, it's normal that you're just a sex toy. A cock-addicted slut."

Her face contorted. There was indignation in her eyes.

"Pinocchio Girl, what were you going to tell me, Alexa?"

In a robotic monotone, looking straight ahead.

"I was going to say that you were an imbecile. And that I would report you for professional misconduct."

"Am I wrong in saying that you're just a sex toy?"

"No, the Master is never wrong. I'm a bitch addicted to cock. A sex toy to be used."

She was dressed more formally than for the first session. Jeans, loafers, white blouse, long sleeves with buttons and a collar.

"Exactly, you have come to fuck me while I play with your thoughts. Take off your pants, your panties and show me your ass."

I saw the tattoo on her ass. Chubby letters, pink, with a padlock between the words.

"Private🔒Property."

"Lie down, perfect. Open your mouth, relax your neck, very good."

I turned on the intercom.

"Kassia, Extra Work."

"Yes, sir. I'll be right there."

She entered and advanced towards me, giving me an exquisite kiss with plenty of tongue, very professional-like. A kiss that we had practiced on several occasions. Then she kneels at my feet.

"What are your orders, Master?"

"Have you been doing the mouth exercises I asked you to?"

"Yes, Master. Two hours, Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays."

"Great, you're going to eat this bitch's pussy. You will leave it clean and satisfied. If you do it right, I'll reward you with an ass fucking at the end of the day."

"Thank you, Master."

"Why isn't your face buried in her snatch? Get to work."

"I'm sorry, Master!"

She opened Alexa's thighs, stuck her tongue out and ran it up and down her slit. I undid my pants and put my cock down Alexa's throat.

I unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her bra. I pushed my hips forward, while kneading her tits. It was time to realize the brainwashing of this perfect slave.

I the messenger:

"Listen to me Alexandra. I am a messenger, we are at war and your mind is a strategic asset. We are entering the room of memories, some strange feelings have crept in between them. They look like little chewing gum gremlins, if you see them, give me a signal."

She makes an OK, with her right hand. My cock is erect and moistened as it should be.

I the messenger:

"Remember, we are at war, and compassion has killed countless men. According to intelligence, disgusting sticky creatures are in the dream machine. Agent Kassia will guide you to that location."

I make a sign to Kassia, to stop licking and play along.

Agent Kassia:

"Hello, Alexandra, please sit down. Put on this helmet, relax and let the lights guide you to the depths of unconsciousness."

She closes her eyes and goes back to eating pussy. I make my voice more serious and slow.

"Colors rotate throughout your field of vision, whenever you try to follow a light, you lose yourself. You are lost, your head weighs a ton, and your arms do not respond, your legs sweat, you do not want to move, it is very bewildering to you, all your lazy thoughts are gone, your head hollow and susceptible, but heavy, very heavy. You do not know when you closed your eyes, did you do it? You may have your eyes open, looking towards nothing, unable to process on your own, what reaches your senses. You only listen to my voice, let the machine do its work, you just have to dream, you need to dream and let yourself be guided. It's just a dream, a wet dream. Relax, it's just your imagination acting, the imagination is very powerful, very powerful."

"The imagination is so powerful that it can make you feel the sensations of your ass and back on a wooden chair, the dim lights hitting your face. You visualize a woman in front of you. Both you and Clara are sitting in a bar. You are laughing and gossiping. Clara asks for beers and some food from the waitress, who instead touches her pussy and barks at Clara."

Kassia continues, playing another part:

Waitress 1:

"Ha! What a dirty, bitch face you have. Better you should lick the sweat off my feet, cretin."

"Clara returns the insult, but the waitress grabs her, pulling her hair hard. Clara opens her mouth to scream and the waitress spits at her."

Waitress 1:

"Slut, you will pay for your disgraceful deportment. You will lick the pussy of every woman in this place."

"You see humiliation in Clara's face but also, because you know her so well, hints of excitement. The waitress sits on a bar stool, and removes one of her black shoes. Clara crawls towards her, on all fours. You try to stop her, but she does not listen to you. She brings the waitress's stocking-covered foot to her mouth, without hesitation."

Waitress 1:

"I recognize a bitch made for licking feet when I see her. I bet my shoes, that you would clean the floor with your tongue just to rub against my sole, dirty trollop."

"The waitress winks at you. Clara removes her stocking, and enraptured, licks the big toe, instep, sole, heel. The waitress, proud of her superiority, smiles with her arms crossed. She gives an order to another, younger waitress, whispering in her ear. Both break out in mischievous laughter. The second one brings you the beers and food. A man, sits in the place that once was Clara's."

Stranger:

"Apparently your friend is busy with the waitress, I'll just help myself to this beer."

"You would tell him to buy his own damn beer, but you're angry with Clara, so you let it go. She forfeited her claim on that glass when she decided she would rather worship feet than spend time with you. He makes boring comments and so you stop listening. The young waitress takes Clara behind the bar, you surmise by the expressions of pleasure on her face, that Clara is not licking her feet but her pussy. You feel disappointed and betrayed, never having reached such heights. The man says something that catches your attention."

Stranger:

"I direct porn, and am looking for a good cocksucker."

"Maybe because of the seriousness in his voice, or just for revenge, you ducked under the table, opened his fly and started sucking. The sensation of his trunk in your mouth reassures you and momentarily you forgot Clara eating pussies."

Waitress 1:

"Are you sure you're not paying her for the pleasure?"