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MistressT guides you into trance and takes you deep into pleasure. This is very erotic and sensual.
MistressT takes you down into yet another sensual journey of pleasure. This time you are asked to focus on the gorgeous breasts of another woman while she guides you into trance. You’ll be very happy to have this woman’s dominant voice in your mind.
Love Samantha Bandler’s videos! I’ve purchased a few of her audio recordings and they are excellent. You can find her work at Samanthasez.com
This is a surprisingly erotic trance I found on Youtube. A Skype session between the hypnotist and subject, with a lot of pleasure for the subject.
I’ve decided I’m going to help Samantha Bandler put you into a deep trance. You’re going to enjoy this, if you dare to watch.
I will always stay in heels.
Be the broken stroke-bunny he’s dreaming about…
Fuck, I thought, I’m in trouble.
Ted was standing over me, his cock out, his hand pumping up and down his shaft quickly. A bead of pre-come glistened on the head, trembling in place with the motion of his strokes. I stared at it. Any minute now he was going to come. I could tell from the way he’d replaced speaking with rhythmic grunting, from the look of concentration on his face. He’d come, and it would spray all over me, and I’d be lost.
All I had to do was move, but I couldn’t. I just stared up, dumbly, watching him get himself off. All I could do was lie there and play with my tits.
…y’know what? Wait a second. Let me back up.
Ted was my roommate’s boyfriend. They’d started dating about three weeks ago. I was pretty shocked when I met him. Ashley was shy and bookish, the kind of girl who’d rather spend Friday night playing board games than going out dancing. Ted, with his too-tight t-shirts and crude sense of humor, was the antithesis of her usual type. But she brought him by the apartment all the time, hanging from his arm, gazing at him with a dopey stare. It was weird. I didn’t fault her for it, though - she was a sweet girl, but she was too uptight. Maybe a guy like Ted would be a fun fling for her.
I was taken aback the first time Ashley skipped class to lounge in bed all morning with Ted. That was definitely not like her. She had top-of-her-class potential, though - she could afford to miss a couple of classes. Plus, I had my own history of putting boys before school from time to time, so I felt like I shouldn’t throw stones.
When her outfits started to change, I was actually happy for her. She was cute, after all, and all she did was hide herself in oversized t-shirts and hoodies and baggy jeans. The idea that she was getting the confidence to show herself off a bit made me pleased for her. She looked good. What could be bad about any of that?
So when I finally spoke up, things had gone a bit too far to stop. Ashley hadn’t been to a class in two weeks, she pranced around the apartment in her underwear, and I only saw her when she dashed out of her room in between noisy fucking sessions with Ted.
"Hey," I said, as she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, dressed in nothing but a lacy white lingerie set, "is everything going okay with you?"
"Oh, totally!" She tossed her hair over her shoulder, closing the fridge door and turning to face me. "I’m awesome."
"Okay," I said, "because I’ve been kind of worried. You haven’t been to class in a while, have you?"
"Nah, not really. It’s fine! My grades are good. I can afford to let ‘em slip a little, y’know?"
"I guess," I told her, surprised by her attitude. That wasn’t the Ashley I knew, not by a long shot. "I also wanted to ask you about Ted."
"What about him?" Ashley asked, sipping her water.
"Well… I mean, he’s been around a lot…"
"I know! Isn’t it great? We have such a good time together.”
"Uh, yeah, I’ve heard. It’s just… I’m concerned about you, Ash. I’m glad he makes you happy. Just don’t lose perspective on the rest of your life, alright?"
Ashley looked shocked. She leaned over, touching my arm, her eyes wide. “Oh my god, Sarah,” she said, “I’m so sorry! We’ve been totally blowing you off, haven’t we? Ugh, that’s so rude!”
I held up my hands, palms out. “No no, Ashley, that’s not-“
"We’ve just been, y’know, preoccupied.” She grinned, one eyebrow lifting cutely. “But we’ll totally make it a point to hang out more. I promise!”
My denials fell on deaf ears as she darted back into the bedroom.
Ashley was good to her word. From then on, it became her and Ted’s mission to include me in their time together. Watching movies, having dinner, going out to bars - everything they did, Ashley went out of her way to drag me into. Occasionally I’d feel Ted’s eyes on me, and I got the sense that there were other activities they enjoyed he wouldn’t mind including me in, too.
The weirdest part was that the more time I spent around him, the less it bothered me. Yeah, he was kind of a lunk - big and sort of dumb, the type of thick-skulled proto-frat-boy that I never took seriously. But he certainly wasn’t bad to look at, and from listening to Ashley night after night (and, frequently, morning after morning and afternoon after afternoon), he was a lot of fun in bed, too. So gradually my shell of creeped-out paranoia gave way to a slow, flattered sense of curiosity.
Then one day, I got wise to what was happening.
I was up, making breakfast. I was topless, just wearing some cute little baby-blue panties I’d picked up the other day. Ashley and Ted were still in bed - I could hear them, softly, through the wall. I smiled as the eggs cooked. I grabbed some glasses and poured some juice, glancing at the clock. It was getting late - I was definitely going to miss my first class if I didn’t get a move on. I put the eggs onto plates and decided not to worry about it. I’d make it to my afternoon classes, probably. That’d be good enough.
I hummed softly to myself as I got everything together. Eggs, toast, orange juice and coffee. I put it all on the tray, looking nice and neat, and stole a glance at my reflection to make sure my hair looked good. Perfect. I picked it all up and walked over to Ashley’s door.
I hesitated. I knew Ted would be hungry, but… maybe it’d be better to wait, just in case? I didn’t want to interrupt. I leaned in a little, placing my ear to the door.
"Oh yes," I heard Ashley moan, "just like that, oh fuck me…” I giggled to myself. Good thing I waited!
"Mmmmm more, god, fuck me deeper, Master…" God, she sounded hot. I squirmed a little bit, standing there with the tray in my hands, squeezing my legs together. I had to -
"Ohhh jesus, ohhhh I’m going to come… ohhhh yes fuck me! Fuck my brains out!" I whimpered softly, listening to Ashley. Suddenly, in the midst of that wave of lust, I had a flash of clarity. I suddenly realized what I was doing.
Standing there, nearly nude, skipping class so I could serve Ashley and Ted breakfast. Losing track of myself, daydreaming the days away, my mind getting soft as Ted… did something to me. Same thing he’d done to Ashley. I was becoming just like her - dumb, ditzy, docile. I had images of what I was going to end up doing - being their blank, brainless little maid. Rubbing Ted’s shoulders while Ashley sucked his cock. Fetching him beers in nothing but lingerie and heels. Cooking and cleaning and doing Ted’s laundry with an empty smile on my face. Maybe occasionally being allowed to kneel down next to Ashley and blow him with her-
As that image sprung into my mind, I came. Just a quick, explosive orgasm - small, but intense. I bit off the cry that escaped from me, but I wasn’t able to keep from dropping the tray of food. As it clattered to the floor, all sound from inside Ashley’s room stopped.
I acted on instinct. I ran. I dashed back into my room and slammed the door behind me. I had to think. I had to get ahold of myself. I had to… I didn’t know what to do. I fell back on my bed, fear and surprise and confusion all roiling together under a layer of hot, oppressive lust.
My door opened. Ted was standing there. He was nude, covered with a sheen of sweat. He was - oh, god - still mostly erect. I felt dizzy. The scent of him was overwhelming. My eyelids fluttered.
He didn’t say a word. He just walked over towards me, and I stared up at him. I wanted to fight. Instead, I started squeezing my tits. He started stroking himself. I knew I had to stop him. If I was this far gone already, what would him coming on me do? I knew. I’d be lost. I’d be that girl I imagined before - a mindless bimbo fucktoy for him to mold. The second member of his harem. His slave.
I tugged on my nipple, watching his cock twitch.
I told my body to move, to get up, to run.
It didn’t listen.
He hunched over slightly, face flushed, breath ragged.
Fuck, I thought, I’m in trouble.
Feeling pink and fuzzy, katie stood on display for her Master’s enjoyment. The only signs of any lingering mind were the way her hands inched towards her aching nipples, hoping to touch them, to satisfy the building need that only grew as Master programmed her. Molded her mind into the pleasure puppet he wanted while he enjoyed the view.
As for her teeth biting her lower lip, she wasn’t even consciously aware of it. Slavery always made her holes wet and eager—Master had made sure of that a long time ago.
Must say that i love being the subjects of hot captions. -giggles-
How did you know it was supposed to be you? I was so subtle about it…;)