Hypno-Sis 3: My Sister's Friend (Mind Control/Hypnosis Erotica)
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Hypno-Sis 3: My Sister's Friend (Mind Control/Hypnosis Erotica)
Marcie has always thought that her best friend's brother was kind of cute...so when he asks her to "teach him how to kiss", she leaps at the opportunity. She doesn't expect him to use her willingness to hypnotize her, and while she's under, learn all of her deepest sexual fantasies...and helps her fulfill them.
EXPLICIT: This 6400-word story contains oral sex, mind control, hypnosis, and a brother conditioning his step-sister's best friend to become his own personal sex slave...
EXCERPT: "Do you feel my cock, slowly sliding in and out of your mouth, Marcie?" Due to my cock slowly sliding in and out of her mouth, I couldn't really understand her response, but I was pretty sure it was positive. "You like it, don't you? You like knowing how hard I am, how turned on you make me. You like knowing that you're responsible for my arousal, and that you're the one who's going to get me off." This was my fourth theory. I'd tried a few other things - building a memory and revisiting it several times, constructing an elaborate hypothetical and then behaving like it was true...but they'd all led to nothing. For simplicity's sake, I was using the same story - that I'd been hit by a truck, and spent the summer in a full-body cast. The last thing that I needed was to have two elaborate lies floating around to keep track of. "You like knowing that I'm going to cum in your mouth, you like getting me hard and getting me off. You like being my little cock-slut, don't you Marcie?" Another muffled "yes". I'd extensively cross-examined her, trying to find a grey area of morality for her - something that she wouldn't definitely answer "yes" to, but if she was turned on enough, she might consider. "When I was in my full-body cast, and you used to come over to go to the pool with my sister, do you remember me looking at you? Do you remember me looking at your bikini-clad body, Marcie?" It was tricky to find an angle that tied what she was doing to me having an accident, but I was starting to get good at it. In the hypothetical I'd constructed, she'd gotten so used to teasing me that when I was better, she'd kept on going until I'd "snapped", grabbed her and started making out, and we'd been secretly getting each other off ever since (though never gone any further than oral.) "You used to get me so hard, Marcie. And you loved it, didn't you? You used to make sure to spend at least a few minutes flaunting yourself in front of me, knowing that you were turning me on and that I couldn't do a thing about it..." Marcie's triggers, aside from a healthy sex-drive? A tiny bit of cruelty, a tiny bit of power, and a lot of exhibitionism. People are so easy to play, once you find out what makes them tick. "You can't cum, Marcie, not until I tell you to. Don't stop, though. Don't stop rubbing your clit, thinking about how your best friend's little brother spent so many hours staring at your body, thinking about how much he wanted to see you naked, thinking about how much he wanted to touch your tits, feel your mouth wrapped around his hardness..."
