The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

We were going to the performance of a stage hypnotist. My roommate, Leslie, had been given two tickets—for free—by some guy she met in a mall. He told her he was a ‘front man’ for the hypnotist and that giving away the tickets was some kind of media thing. A lot of folks would have simply accepted that. I was skeptical.

“You’re always suspicious of everything, Rhonda,” my roomie said with a pout. “I suppose it keeps you out of trouble, but it also keeps you from having any fun.”

It was possible I suppose that giving away tickets was a way of attracting customers to a new act. If the performance was any good it might create a lot of word-of-mouth publicity. But knowing Leslie, I wondered if the guy was just hitting up on her. My roommate was really beautiful. And everyone knew it except for Leslie herself. She really had no idea how attractive she was and always thought of herself as rather plain.

Then again, I suppose you could say the same for me. I’ve never thought of myself as particularly good looking either. I don’t see anything special when I see myself in a mirror. But I’ve been favorably compared to Leslie on more than one occasion. And we both get hit on often enough. So it could be.

And maybe the ticket thing was legitimate as well. But if Leslie was determined to go, I sure has hell wasn’t going to let her go by herself. So there we were. Dressed up, looking good, and off to the theater.

The tickets turned out to be real. We even had great seats, right up front. And the show was surprisingly good. The opening act was this magic guy who also told jokes. He was very talented and really funny. And he also did some juggling. So I figured that even if the Hypnotist was a flop, the evening was worth it. But the Hypnotist turned out to be even better than the opener.

He asked for and got a bunch of volunteers from the audience. Leslie wanted to volunteer us both, but I said, ‘no way.’ So we just watched. He started to hypnotize about twenty audience members all at once. Pretty soon he had a half dozen of them in a trance and sent the rest back to their seats. He said he could have hypnotized them all if he were willing to spend enough time, but for the sake of the show, he’d limit himself to the best subjects who went under most quickly. Could be. I was skeptical about that, too. I was wondering if these were real volunteers of if they were plants. But Leslie said she knew one of the guys who was still up on stage and she was sure he was no fake.

The hypnotist also said he couldn’t make the subjects do anything they wouldn’t do normally. I’d heard that somewhere before. But he said that he could trick them into doing all kinds of ridiculous things that wouldn’t physically hurt them. And he was right. That was the act. He spent the next hour running those poor slobs through all kinds of silly stunts. He had them howling like wolves and pretending to be other animals. He had the guy Leslie knew eat a raw onion and think it was an apple. That’s when I was really convinced. To be honest, it scared me a little. He had them dancing, and singing, and acting just like they thought they had talent. But they were terrible, so it was really funny. And no one got hurt at all, unless you consider severe onion breath to be an injury.

When it was over, he gave the volunteers a whole bunch of free gifts. And that made me think that maybe we should have gone up after all. Some of the stuff he handed out was really nice. He also gave them lots of free passes to come back and bring friends to one of the later shows that week. And that really had me convinced the free ticket thing was legitimate, too. Then he said that everyone who had volunteered, whether he had hypnotized them or not, and everyone who had received a free pass to the performance was invited back stage to the Green Room for a party after the show.

When it was over he got this huge standing ovation. As folks were filing out, Leslie and I debated whether or not to go to the party. Well, it wasn’t really much of a debate. Leslie really wanted to go and I was only a little hesitant. So we went.

And it turned out to be a lot of fun. There was plenty of good food. And no booze at all which made me relax. I got to meet the magic guy and he was real nice. He was also quite a looker close up. He had a great ass and, if his costume were any indication, he was pretty well hung. Of course, I pretended not to notice.

Leslie called me over and introduced me to the guy who had given her the tickets. He seemed a little shifty to me. I’m not sure why, there was just something about him. She also introduced me to her friend who’d been in the act. He couldn’t remember anything about it at all. He just said he felt great. In fact he’d never felt better in his life. But I didn’t talk to him very long. He really stank of onion. But he didn’t know that either.

Later, I introduced Leslie to the Magic man. And while we were talking I noticed the shifty guy talking to the Hypnotist. I might not have paid any attention, except the two of them kept glancing over at us. I supposed they were talking about Mr. Magic, but it still gave me the creeps.

It was a nice party, but broke up fairly quickly. I glanced at my watch and figured it was time to leave. It was just late enough that I could have gone home and to bed without another thought. But it was just early enough that I could have gone out with Leslie to a coffee shop to spend a while chatting. I wondered what she wanted to do. Where was she? I finally spotted her talking with the Hypnotist. She waved me over. For reasons which I couldn’t explain, I started getting that creepy feeling again.

We were being invited to an after party-party up in the Hypnotist’s Penthouse Suite at the Plaza Hotel. My first thought was, ‘Bullshit!’ I wasn’t going to be some kind of sexual groupie. But before I could embarrass myself by expressing that thought, Leslie assured me that this was a real party with at least a dozen people. She told me Mr. Hypnotist traveled with a small troupe of supporting personnel and that they always celebrated a good opening night with a party in his room. Leslie said a couple of other girls and the two of us were being invited because the supporting crew were two-thirds men. They liked to invite some local girls in to even out the numbers. I could believe that. Men always like lots of women at parties. They need to think there’s at least an outside chance they might get laid.

Leslie said we were being invited because we’d made such a good impression on Mr. Magic. Humph. I was still doubtful, but the shine in her eyes was so bright, I just knew she wanted to go. And I didn’t have the heart to disappoint her. I suppose I could have begged off and let her go alone. But that would have put a damper on the party for her. And besides, I felt I needed to be there to keep an eye on things. Leslie was far too trusting.

So we found ourselves at the penthouse party. It was a nice room. Well, a nice set of rooms actually. It was huge. And I really liked the crew members. In addition to Mr. Magic there were some stage hands, a prop guy, an accountant and a couple of other guys who I never did figure out what they did. They all seemed like good people. The only one who still gave me the willies was the ticket guy but he kept pretty much to himself, so he didn’t bother me much. And there were also a few women. There was an assistant to the Hypnotist and another for Mr. Magic. There was a P.R. liaison—whatever that was.

There was also a rather intense looking woman named Della who was introduced to me as the Road Manager. She was a tall, dark haired woman with very pale skin. She looked as if she’d once been cast in the roll of Mrs. Dracula. But she was very friendly and we ended up talking for a long time. She told me a little about the show, but a whole lot about the practical uses of hypnosis. She was really big on hypnosis as a medical tool and for self-improvement. At first it was all very interesting, but after a while I began to feel like maybe she was hitting on me. There was just something in her manner and the way she looked at me.

I was about to excuse myself and find someone else to talk to when Leslie came walking up with the Hypnotist. She was all excited again. He had been telling her about how she could use hypnosis to make controlling her diet easy. Leslie was hardly fat. In fact she had a fabulous shape. But it was a constant battle for her and the hypnotist told her he could make it easy. And she said I could use hypnosis to improve my concentration for my studies. I had been taking night classes and was having troubles of my own. The Hypnotist said it would make study easy and automatic and guarantee me better grades.

While we were talking he put his arm around Mrs. Dracula. It turned out she was his live-in girlfriend as well as being the Road Manager. That made me feel a lot more comfortable about both of them. I mean if they were committed to each other, neither one would be hitting on Leslie or me, right?

I guess the promise of making my studying easier was just what it took to get me to agree. Leslie of course was already hyped. I don’t know what the Hypnotist promised the other two girls, but whatever it was, they were as excited as Leslie.

So the Hypnotist moved us to a small dining room table with four chairs around it. Each girl sat in one of the chairs. There was a candle in the center of the table and the Hypnotist lit it. I could look up over the candle flame and see one of the other girls looking back at me. She was a cute little redhead with a nice smile. Leslie was to my right and the fourth girl, a tall blond, was to my left. Everyone else was sitting or standing in a wide circle around us. The room lights were switched off and the whole scene was lit up only by the flickering candle.

For a moment everything seemed incredibly weird. I almost got up and laughed the whole thing off but then the Hypnotist started talking. His voice was, for lack of a better word, absolutely hypnotic.

He told us to concentrate on the candle flame and I did. He told us to raise our right hands and point at the flame and I did that too. The redhead across from me was pointing at the flame, but somehow it felt like she was pointing at me. That was kind of spooky. But by now, I was really concentrating on the voice. The voice told me my arm would grow heavy and tired much faster than it normally would. I suppose I could have held my arm pointing at the candle like that for many minutes, but the voice was right. Within a few moments it felt very heavy and tired. I noticed the redhead’s arm already starting to drop. She had a somewhat startled look on her face. When I looked back at my arm it had practically fallen down to the table level. I tried to lift it, but somehow I couldn’t. I didn’t know if I should be freaked out or delighted that it was working.

Once all four arms were down, the voice told us that they would start to feel light again. The voice said they would begin to float up and point back at the candle. And damned if they didn’t. All four arms started slowly and jerkily to rise. This was super weird. But I was fascinated nonetheless. And soon we were all pointing at the candle and at each other again.

Then the voice said our arms would again grow heavy and drop, only this time so would our eyelids. The voice said we were supposed to try to fight this as hard as we could, but that soon our arms would hit the tables and when they did our eyes would be closed. The last thing I remembered seeing was a blurred image of my limp hand as it was coming to rest on the tablecloth.

I was floating on a cloud. My eyes were closed and I could only feel the sensation of floating. The only thing I could hear was the voice. I felt wonderful. The voice talked and I listened. But it was like some other part of me was paying attention. I was just floating. I wished it would never end.

I was floating in space and far away there was a distant sun. I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and hands as I watched it in the darkness of space. A voice told me the sun was moving farther away and I saw it getting smaller and dimmer. The voice said the warmth was leaving and I started to get colder. Much colder. Soon I felt like I was freezing. I wanted to cry. It was cold and dark and I could feel myself trembling.

Then the voice told me the sun was returning. And soon I was feeling warm and comfortable again.

I was sitting on a beach. It was a lovely warm day. The sun was shining, a breeze was blowing, and the sea was beautiful. A voice said it was time to get into my swim suit. So I kicked off my shoes and stood up. I started taking off my clothes and piling them on the beach chair until I was down to my bikini. And this was a little strange because I didn’t even own a bikini.

I heard what sounded like a bunch of people clapping. I looked around to find out where it was coming from. But then the voice said it was the sound of sea birds. And sure enough, when I listened again, I could hear the gulls calling to each other in the distance.

Then the voice said the sun was getting closer and it was getting hotter. Soon I felt like I was sweating like crazy. I wanted to run down and jump in the water but I couldn’t seem to find it. The voice said I’d feel much cooler if I weren’t wearing my bikini. I was embarrassed at the thought of being naked in such a public place and was torn between the heat and my embarrassment. But the voice assured me that this was a very private beach and that I would feel very safe and comfortable once I had removed my swim suit. So I carefully removed the top. I was a little surprised to find it unhooked like a bra rather than untying. But then I slipped out of my bottoms and sure enough I could feel the cool sea breeze and I was no longer hot. I stretched in the warm sea air and listened to the gulls calling to each other again.

The voice told me that I’d better put on some sun tan lotion so as not to get burned. It said there was a tube of lotion near my feet. So I bent over and picked it up and started putting it on.

Then the voice told me not to be alarmed, but that some good friends of mine were about to show up. The voice said not to bother getting my swim suit back on, my friends were nude sun bathing too and that we could help each other out by carefully putting sun tan lotion on each other to be sure we didn’t miss any spots.

And there was Leslie and the two girls I had met at the Hypnotist’s party. It seemed strange to see them on this beach all naked like that. But the voice had said it was OK, so I didn’t give it another thought. And soon we were lotioning each other down and having a great time.

It was funny. The birds were suddenly quite loud, but I still couldn’t see them.

I was at the Hypnotist’s party. A voice said I was a dog. Had I always been a dog? No matter, it was good to be a dog. But what was really funny was that three human girls were pretending to be dogs. I started jumping around and barking at them. They weren’t wearing any clothes at all. I’d never seen humans behaving like that before and thought they looked silly. I was barking at them to tell them to stop that and to get dressed.

But they weren’t paying any attention to me, so I just kept barking. Then one of the men came over and started scratching me behind my ears. I liked that. It felt nice. He rolled me over on my back and started rubbing my belly and chest. And that felt really nice. I forgot all about the silly naked humans. The man called me a good girl and brought his hand up so I could lick it.

Soon lots of men were rubbing and scratching me. I loved being the center of attention. One of the men reached down and checked something between my legs. I guess he must have been a Vet. I don’t like going to the Vet’s office. He said I was wet. I hope that doesn’t mean I’m going to get sick. I felt great.

Then the voice told us all to sit up and beg and we all did. I whined a little because the silly human girls were still pretending to be dogs. And the voice must have realized something was wrong, because the voice said we were all dogs. And when I looked again I realized the voice was right. I must have been mistaken before. They were all bitches just like me.

The voice had the long blond bitch do some tricks in the center of the room. She was an afghan and must have been a racing dog. I wished the voice would ask me to do some tricks too. I liked being the center of attention.

Then the voice had me walk over and check out the blond bitch’s ass. The voice said her ass would smell wonderful. So I went over and checked. And sure enough she had the nicest smelling ass. It was wonderful being a dog and getting to smell the asses of other dogs. Humans just don’t know what they’re missing.

The voice said the blond bitch loved having her ass smelled by me and sure enough she made little yelping noises of pleasure and wiggled her ass while I sniffed. Then the voice told me to lick her ass and clean it for her. It said I would find the taste wonderful. And it was. And the long blond bitch loved that too.

The other two dogs were doing something else, but I wasn’t paying any attention. I was having too much fun licking the blond bitch’s ass. All the humans in the room were laughing and clapping. Everyone was having a great time. I was very happy.

I was floating. I couldn’t seem to remember where I was. But it didn’t matter. I felt great and it was good just to float. It seemed to go on for a long time.

I was on my knees. I was naked but that didn’t seem to bother me. I was on a thick rug in a large empty room. I could hear voices, but they seemed far away. A voice told me I was thirsty. And I was. The voice told me I wanted a popsicle to suck on. And I did. The voice said they were going to give me some new kind of popsicle with a special delicious cream filling. All I had to do was to suck on it and enjoy it and be sure not to bit it or scratch my teeth on it.

And there was the popsicle. It almost seemed to be floating on the air in front of my face. It was kind of strange looking, but the voice said it would taste good. So I leaned forward and took a lick. It was great. It was a really strange popsicle because it was soft and rather warm. But it had such a delightful flavor. I couldn’t quite tell what it tasted like, but I couldn’t get enough of it either. I just kept licking and sucking.

The voice told me that if I kept that up, I’d get to the special cream filling soon. The voice told me there were some special cream filling sacks under the back of the popsicle. And that if I were to gently rub and squeeze them I’d get more filling. But I had to be careful not to rub or squeeze them too hard. So I brought up my hands and started fondling the little sacks.

I could hear little moaning sounds of pleasure in the background. I wasn’t sure what they were, but they sounded happy.

Then the popsicle started to twitch and throb and my mouth was filled with the most delightful tasting cream. I licked it all down and was disappointed the popsicle didn’t give me any more.

The popsicle was taken away after that and the voice asked if I’d like another. I said, ‘Oh yes,” and there was another popsicle for me.

This time, while I was sucking on the popsicle, I could feel ghost-like hands on my head. It felt like they were grabbing my hair and it bothered me. I tried shaking my head a little to make the hands go away. I grunted and reached up to push them off. The voice asked me what was wrong. I had to let go of that wonderful popsicle to answer. But then the voice told me I liked the feel of the ghost hands, and what do you know? I did.

I had a third popsicle and still wanted more. But the voice said it was time to call it a night.

I was at the Hypnotist’s party. My mind seemed foggy. The lighting had been turned way down. I was naked, but somehow that seemed natural. I wondered in a casual way where my clothes were. Leslie was standing near me and she was naked, too. That also didn’t seem to bother me. Leslie had a silly smile but the rest of her face was blank. She wasn’t bothered by her nakedness either. I turned my head a little at some noises behind me. I seemed to be moving in slow motion, like I was underwater or something. The two girls who came to the party with us were both naked and so where a half dozen of the men from the crew. I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but it looked like a lot of sex. The redhead was on her hands and knees and there was a naked guy at her face and another behind her. I caught a half glimpse of the blond. Her head seemed to be bobbing up and down. There were giggles and moans and slurping noises coming from the dimness across the room.

I became aware of a conversation on my other side and turned back. It took a few moments. It was the Hypnotist and his road manager girl friend. I couldn’t understand what they were saying. It was like I could hear their voices, but I couldn’t make any sense out of their words.

The woman reached up and touched Leslie on the shoulder. The hypnotist looked like he was about to say something. But then the woman changed her mind and put her hand on my shoulder instead. I could see her hand, but I couldn’t feel it.

They hypnotist smiled and then he looked me right in the eye. “Rhonda,” he said, “can you hear me?”

Somehow, his calling my name made everything clear. Well not everything. I still couldn’t understand what anyone else was saying. But I could really understand him.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Listen carefully. I want you to hear Della’s voice as well as mine. Do whatever her voice tells you for the rest of the evening. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good Girl.” He turned his girlfriend and said, “Ok, she’s all yours. I’ll see you in the morning.” Then the two of them kissed for a long time. I vaguely wondered why they were interested in me if they were going to spend the night kissing each other. But as soon as they broke off, the woman turned to me and said, “Follow me.” And as she moved off, I followed her. Behind me I could hear the Hypnotist talking again, “Leslie, can you hear me?”

I was in a dungeon. It was dark and cold and dirty. I was naked and I was leaning up against a wall. My hands were spread out above my head and my feet were spread, too, a couple of feet back from the wall. Both my hands and feet were somehow locked in position. I couldn’t tell how, exactly. But I couldn’t move them. I could hear Mistress Della moving behind me.

How had I gotten here? How did I know that was Mistress Della behind me? Just who the hell was Mistress Della anyway? I was scared. But somehow, I was also very horny? Why the hell would being in this kind of situation make me hot? What was going on?

Mistress Della was very close now. I could feel her moving right up against me. ‘Oh my God!’ She wasn’t wearing any clothes. I could feel her naked body pressing up against mine. She was reaching around and feeling my breast. She was tweaking my nipple. It was really hard.

The voice was talking to me again. It was like the voice of God. “Now, my sweet,” she said, “it’s time for you to feel the sting of my lash.”

I was trembling. She held something up next to my face. It was the belt to a bathrobe. “You see this?”

“Yes, Mistress.” Now why the hell was I calling her that? Why was I being so meek? I wanted to scream and cry.

“It’s a whip,” she said. “It’s a big, black, evil whip.”

I looked again and she was holding a whip. I was so scared I wanted to pee.

“When I use it, you’ll hear the crack and feel the searing pain on your backside. Won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“And the feel of the whip will make you even hotter. Won’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I was already starting to cry and she hadn’t even hit me yet. Tears were running down my cheeks. But my pussy felt so damned wet. Why was all this making me so horny?

She was kissing the back of my neck now and still fondling my breast. God it felt good! But why was I getting so turned on by another woman? A woman who was about to whip me? I started crying even more.

Then I felt her move back away from me. I was trembling even harder. But nothing happened at first. Just some quiet squishing sounds from behind. I screwed up some courage and looked back over my shoulder. The woman was just standing there with her mouth slightly open and her eyes half closed. She was holding the whip with one hand and the other hand was between her own legs. She was masturbating. Then she noticed me looking at her.

“Eyes forward, Bitch!” she yelled.

I quickly turned back and started praying. I hadn’t prayed in years, but I was praying now.

There were more little squishing sounds and then a long terrifying silence.

Suddenly I felt the whip crack against my back. There was a piercing agonizing pain like a streak of lightening. It felt like a sharp intense orgasm. I wanted to scream but for some reason I couldn’t. I could only grunt. A moment later, there was another crack of the whip and then another and another.

I could feel her cracking the whip all over my backside. The pain was so extreme I almost came. I wanted to come. I wanted to holler. But all I could do was to whimper and grunt and twitch in sexual heat. I wished that my knees would buckle under me, but somehow I remained standing. I wanted to fall on the floor and die, but my bonds kept me upright.

The woman started whipping my behind, and then my legs. It was horrible. It was unendurable. I was so horny I couldn’t stand it. I wanted so badly to reach down and touch myself until I could find some release, but I couldn’t move my hands. Tears were flooding down my face.

There was a brief pause. Then I felt the whip again, but this time the woman had moved in more closely and the whip was wrapping itself around my body and cracking against my front side. I could feel the intense lightening on my belly and on my breasts and on the front of my legs. One stroke came around and even cracked against my vulva. That one almost sent me over the edge.

And still I couldn’t scream. And still I couldn’t move. And still I couldn’t touch myself.

Then it stopped.

The woman came up behind me again. The touch of her body against my tortured backside was exquisite. It was intensely, painfully erotic. She must have dropped her whip, because I could feel both her hands on me. Rubbing my abused breasts, pinching my swollen nipples, scratching my tortured belly. I felt one hand slide down and bury itself in my crotch. There was no resistance. I was so wet. Her fingers sank into my warm flesh like I had been specially lubricated.

She started rubbing on my clit and I just knew I would come at any moment. But her voice said, “Not yet, kitten. Don’t come yet.”

“OK, Mistress.”

And somehow, despite my horniness, I couldn’t bring myself over the edge. She just kept moving her hands, and tweaking my most sensitive areas, and rubbing her own body and breasts into my back. My tears and my other juices were still flowing freely.

After awhile she stopped and told me my bounds had been released.

I was lying on the floor in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and somehow I knew that I’d been severely whipped even though I couldn’t see any whip marks. My entire body was in agony, but somehow it was a sexual agony. I was curled into a fetal position but I still couldn’t bring my hands down to finger myself.

A naked woman was sitting in a chair a few feet away. I recognized her as the Hypnotist’s road manager, but she was also my Mistress. ‘My Mistress?!’

“Are you hot, Slave?” she asked. “Do you want to come?”

“Oh yes, Mistress!”

“Then beg for it, Slave,” she said. “Beg for it and prove how much you want it.”

I didn’t care how humiliating this was. I uncurled a bit and started begging and whining and pleading for my Mistress to let me come. I was crying and cringing. The sexual pain was awful.

This went on for awhile while the woman in the chair kept fingering herself. Then she said something which I didn’t hear because I was making so much noise myself. “Mistress?” I whined.

“I said, crawl over here and kiss my feet. And do a better job of begging me to let you come.”

And even as she continued fingering herself, I crawled over on my belly and started kissing her feet. Between kisses I continued my pathetic begging.

The woman really seemed to be getting off on my humiliation. She started breathing louder and her fingers were moving faster.

“Shut up and lick my feet, Slut. Just shut the fuck up and lick my toes.”

And I did. Tears still streaming down my face. A terrible sexual ache in my groin. I stuck out my tongue and began licking all around and between her toes. And somewhere in there, I heard her come. Her whole body went rigid, pulsed for several long moments, and then went slack. I never stopped licking her toes the whole time.

Minutes later, when her breathing came back to normal, I was sill licking her toes.

“Enough!”

I was lying on a large bed in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and somehow I knew that I’d been severely whipped. A voice said “Roll onto your back, Slave.” I rolled over, even though every move was a sexual agony. “Spread your legs, Slave,” the voice said and I did.

Looking down between my legs I saw Hypnotist’s road manager, walking up toward me. She was naked. And somehow I knew she was my Mistress. ‘My Mistress?!’

She looked down at me. “Are you horny, Slave? Do you want to come?”

“Yes, Mistress! Please!”

“Then beg for it, Slave,” she said, “and maybe I’ll let you.”

And while I was begging and pleading and humiliating myself she just stood there looking pleased with herself and lightly rubbing her own breast with one hand.

“OK! Now shut up,” she said. “I’m going to make you come. But not until I give you the signal. When I’m ready for you to come, I’ll squeeze your tit. OK? Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, I’m not to come until you squeeze my breast.”

“Press your titties together.”

I did so. My breasts weren’t huge, but they were large enough that I could do what she’d ordered.

“Now hold them like that. You’re going to get even hotter than you are now. You’re going to get so damn hot you won’t be able to stand it. But all you’ll be able to do is to writhe around and make sexy noises letting me know how much you’re enjoying being eaten. Understand?’

“Yes, Mistress, I’m to writhe around and make sexy noises but not to come until you squeeze my breast.”

“Hummph,” she said. “OK slut, keep begging me to eat you. And then shut up when you feel my mouth on your cunt.”

I started begging again and didn’t stop until my Mistress lay down between my legs and starting licking me. The feel of her mouth was amazing. I’d been licked by a couple of boyfriends before, but never anything like this. I was moaning and whining and thrashing. The feel of my own breasts was incredible. This went on for what seemed like an eternity. I felt the woman’s fingers in my vagina. And then she stuck a finger in my rear hole. I was completely wet and lubricated down there.

And without warning, she suddenly reached up and pinched my right breast really hard. And I came, and came, and came, and came. I’d never come like that before. It seemed to go on forever.

I was standing at the foot of a large bed in a fancy hotel room. I was naked and there was a thin sash tied around my neck. A voice said it was a collar and a leash and when I looked again it was.

The Hypnotist’s road manager was sitting cross legged on the bed in front of me and she was holding the leash. She was naked and she was also my Mistress. ‘My Mistress?!’

I felt drained, but I didn’t know why. My muscles were sore.

“OK, bitch,” she said. “It’s time for you to lick my cunt. Do it just like I did you.”

I couldn’t remember what she was talking about, but somehow I new what she wanted. It was horrible. I’m not a lesbian. I’ve never even touched another woman’s private areas before. But my Mistress tugged the leash and I found myself climbing up onto the bed between her legs. She lay back and pulled my face right into her hot crotch.

It was awful. But it was also incredibly sexy somehow. Why was that? I found myself weeping even as I licked and fingered her. I could feel her fingers in my hair; her hands holding my head and guiding my motions.

I wanted to throw up. But I just kept licking and licking and fingering and fingering.

And then she came. She went rigid all at once and pressed my face into her crotch really hard. She yelled at me to stop licking. I could feel her wet flesh pulsing under my lips. I could feel tears running down the sides of my nose and dripping into her pubic hair. She just kept pressing my face into her until the contractions had stopped. Then she relaxed her grip and for a long time we just lay quietly. There was nothing but the sound of her heavy breathing and my own whimpering.

Then it was over.

I woke up at home in bed. My head felt like it was full of Kleenex but somehow I felt wonderful. I knew my muscles were sore, but it didn’t bother me. In fact I really felt great. I got up and took some Motrin anyway.

Leslie was sitting at the breakfast table with a cup of coffee. She looked like I was feeling.

What the hell had happened last night? I remembered the show and the Green Room party. Then everything was a fuzzy blank. I didn’t remember having had anything to drink, but this sure felt like some kind of hangover. I didn’t even remember coming home, but here we were. I asked Leslie what happened, but she couldn’t remember, either.

“I guess we must have had a good time,” I said without much conviction.

“I guess so,” she replied weakly.

About a month later, Leslie turned up pregnant. She had to decide what she wanted to do about that. But the weird thing was that she claimed she hadn’t had sex for over a year. A lot of folks would have been very skeptical about that. But somehow, I believed her.