Julie Is My Puppet Now
Chapter 1
I first met little Julie when she was going to a local community college in Rhode Island with my younger brother, Paul. Julie was a smoking hot little red head with an ass that looked like it had been sculpted by a Roman God, small perky, full breasts, a flat little delicious looking tummy, and nicely shaped; well toned legs completed the package. Julie was short about 5 feet 1 inches tall in heels, long, lustrous, thick, shiny strawberry blonde hair that hung down almost to the middle of that spectacularly heart-shaped, tight, little ass of hers, she was probably just a pound or two over one hundred and ten, with snow white, crystal clear, smooth as alabaster skin, and bright emerald green eyes, she had a body and a beautiful face that gave you an immediate hard on the second you saw her. Little Julie knew damn well, she was beautiful beyond belief, guys were always falling all over themselves just to get near her, and she loved taking advantage of every fool that chased after her hot little ass. From the moment that I first saw her, I knew in my heart that I was going to do what ever it took to fuck this arrogant little bitch and turn her into my own toy doll to play with and use any damn way that I wanted to. She was barely 20 years old that first day that I saw her teasing the shit out of my younger brother, and I was already 32 years old. I was much bigger than her at 6 foot 1 and a half inches and 205 pounds, I walked over to talk to my brother, and I towered over the little bitch and I could tell when I stood next to her she lost all her phony confidence and became a nervous, submissive little girl. It pleased me to no end knowing that she was intimidated by me, and I fully intended to use that knowledge to take complete control of the little arrogant twat. I was going to hypnotize her, reshape her personality, and make her my personal, submissive, little fuck toy puppet, she had absolutely no idea of what I had in store for her.
Three months later the little arrogant doll was delivered right into my hands when she got a job working at the same time share resort in New England where I worked. I worked there as a night auditor and she got hired as an evening front desk clerk. Taking complete control of little Julie was going to be like stealing candy from a baby. I could hardly wait to start training and fucking my new toy doll, but first I had to figure out how to hypnotize the stupid little bitch. After she had been working there for about three weeks, and I had established a nightly routine of talking to her every night before she went home I found out that she wanted to learn how to juggle. I’ve been juggling for over ten years now and I knew I could teach her how to juggle too, but little did she know it would come at a very high cost to her. One night she stuck around later than usual and I displayed my juggling prowess with three balls and told her that I would love to teach her how to juggle. She immediately became an obedient student, her eyes lighting up with barely disguised glee. I can still remember, that first night, telling her to hold out her hands, I then placed the three balls into her dainty little hands, grabbing her slim wrists I encircled my hands tightly around them like flesh and blood handcuffs as she held the balls I commanded her to close her eyes and visualize herself juggling the balls. Her eyes immediately closed shut, and a smile came over her face as she obeyed my instructions instantly and gave me control over her.
I said that’s a good little girl Julie, keep your eyes shut and watch the pretty balls going up and down to the left and to the right; her eyes followed my orders shifting up and down to the left and to the right following the imaginary pattern of the multi colored balls. I whispered, good girl again and told her to relax and take a deep, deep breath through her mouth and hold it in, then after 15 seconds I ordered her to relax, and slowly let the breath out, and to repeat the process. As she was breathing deeply in and out, her breasts were gently rising and falling for my visual pleasure, also I noticed that her nipples had stiffened and were poking out against her thin bra as if to say look at me. This was all part of the mind control process, Julie allowing me to take control of her breathing meant she was going to be absolutely submissive to me and follow my commands completely without question, and not fight the process of giving up control to her new master.
I told her that’s my pretty little girl Julie, you’re being such a good little girl for me sweetie. Good job baby, it feels so good to obey me, I know it does. The praise works just like a reward to a dog when it obeys ones commands, it helps to strengthen the master, and submissive relationship. It made her realize that I viewed her as belonging to me now. She was my property, my pet, she was my little bitch now, and she knew it, and it gave her great physical pleasure to surrender completely to me. The tone of my voice and the words I chose to use conveyed my happiness with her complete obedience to my commands. I knew that if I was slow and deliberate with praise, she would come to expect and crave it from me, giving up complete control of her body and mind to me in exchange for a few kind words of praise. She knew I was taking control of her, and yet she was completely powerless to resist me, I was getting hard just thinking about how submissive to me she had so quickly become, from just a few minutes of my training her. I had definitely tapped into some unspoken need of hers to be dominated and used. Clearly, she had some hidden fantasies about giving up control completely and being used and controlled by a dominate male. She was a natural submissive that craved to be dominated. I suspect it was a secret fantasy of hers that she had harbored for quite some time, but apparently the right guy to help her fulfill her secret fantasy had never come along in her life until now.
That’s my good little girl Julie, just let yourself relax completely now, feel your whole body relax and go loose and limp, you’re just like a little rag doll, your eyes are closed oh so tightly, breathing in and breathing out deeply, getting more and more relaxed with every breath you take, that’s my good little girl. It feels so good when you relax and obey me. You want to be an obedient little doll for me Julie. It makes you feel complete and very happy when you obey me. I’m your master, you belong to me, it feels so wonderful to serve me. You’re such a pretty little rag doll Julie, such an obedient little puppet, such a good little girl for me. I let go of her left wrist and took my right hand and lightly caressed and stroked her face, placing my hand under her chin I gently lifted it upwards while at the same time leaning down to whisper into her ear; that’s my good little girl, you’re such a pretty little, dainty rag doll, you belong to me now Julie, you’re my pet. I kissed her forehead and whispered to her, you’re my toy doll now always and forever. Julie stood as still as statue allowing me to touch and caress her anywhere and anyway that I wanted to.
Taking control of the submissive little bitch had been even easier than I suspected it would be. Looking at the happy, little, helpless doll, with her nipples poking out proudly standing obediently in front of me made ne incredibly happy and horny, I felt a surge of sexual power flow through my body that was amazingly intense, it made me feel all powerful knowing that Julie was now completely under my control and I could do anything that I wanted to do with her, and she would do it without the slightest bit of hesitation. It was like owning a living, breathing, flesh and blood, robot doll that existed only for my personal pleasure. I knew that slow repetition of certain key phrases would strengthen my hold over her now, so I kept telling her what a pretty little doll she was, and how wonderful she felt when she was obedient to me, how good it felt to be my personal pet. I told her that her pussy would immediately get wet from now on whenever I looked into her eyes, and that she would be sexually aroused and consumed with the desire to be dominated by me.
Next I needed to choose a key phrase that would get her to return to the current state that she was in whenever she heard me speak it. I wanted to make sure it was not a phrase that could pop up in normal conversation by accident. The last thing I needed was for anyone to find out that she had been hypnotized by me, so I had to be very careful about how I went about this. I wanted to seal her fate as my personal sex toy doll forever. The more control I had over her, the happier she seemed to be. I’m pretty sure she had been dreaming about being a sex slave for quite some time. It must have been her ultimate fantasy that she kept hidden from the world. It was probably a fantasy that she had masturbated to when she was alone in bed at night. I’m sure she never thought it would actually happen to her, but now that it had happened, she had lost control of the line that blurs fantasy from reality. She had willingly given me complete control of her mind and body, and I intended to enjoy using my completely obedient pet.
I wanted to make sure that our quality time together was not interrupted by anyone that felt she had suddenly started acting differently, so I had to make sure that her outward appearance and actions stayed the same as always when she was not with me. It was very important that she continue on with her daily routines as usual when we were apart. I decided that my code phrase to have her turn back to my submissive little pet would be “Close your eyes take a deep breath and relax my little rag doll.” Whenever I woke her from her hypnotic state I simply told her that when I said to open her eyes she would feel completely relaxed, refreshed and happy, and she would have absolutely no memory of anything that happened when she was hypnotized. She would act and feel exactly the same as she did before she was hypnotized. It was amazing how much control she had been willing to give up to me after just this one quick hypnosis session. I needed to question her to find out more about what made her tick, how much sexual experience she had, what she enjoyed, what frightened her. The more knowledge I had of her inner thoughts the more control I would have over Julie.
The next time we met I had plans of gifting her with a pretty pink dog collar and matching leash, plus I intended to dress her up in some seriously slutty lingerie, that I was certain she would never be caught wearing of her own accord. I wanted her to feel completely like my pet. The inner humiliation of being on display for my pleasure would serve to get her even more sexually excited which would only increase her desire to please her new master even more. Some girls thrive on being humiliated sexually in private, it turns them on, more than one could imagine, and they absolutely love the experience of being humiliated sexually. Julie, was the epitome of this type of girl, I struck gold the day I first saw her. I was going to explore every fantasy that either of us had ever had. In time her new life as my submissive, obedient pet would seem as natural to her as breathing in and breathing out. She would allow me to use her in ways that most women might consider degrading and humiliating, but for Julie it would become the fantasy that excited her more than anything else in her life.