Thursday, 28 April 2011


"You said you'd phone."

"Well, I didn't."

If anyone else had pulled this shit on me, I'd have been disgusted, called them unreliable, taken the high ground; but instead I just stood there, watching his unruffled demeanour, and felt my clit start to pulse.

There was no explanation, no apology. He knew there was no need for them, that I just had to accept it, and like it. All I could do was sit down at his feet, and say "OK."

He patted my head. "Good girl." Such a basic form of humiliation and reward, I was being conditioned like a dog. He knew that I saw all his tricks, and they just made me like him more. I'd always been longing for someone who I'd let treat me like this, someone who could find the sweet spot between trust and betrayal. I didn't expect he'd have been the one to tame me, but somehow he'd slipped past my defenses.

He went back to his reading. I didn't enjoy being ignored, but I knew I was doing what he wanted by suffering it, and that made me feel good, proud, aroused. After a while, I was granted something to occupy myself, he didn't look at me, but held out a finger of his left hand. I slid it into my mouth, suckling on it, feeling peace and contentment make my mind fuzzy. I lost track of how long I was there, but after a while, he stood up and I knew the games were starting in earnest.

"What have you been doing today?" He had a way of asking questions that chilled me: his tone of voice was so kind, almost soothing, but always pinpointing whatever I felt most guilty about at the time.

"Um, nothing really, just been doing some stuff online." We both knew what that meant. At best reading porn, at worst...

"Trying to get some sad fuckers to wank about you?"

I blushed and felt sick. It wasn't like that, I just liked chatting to people, but he knew that a small part of me worried about why I was doing it, some twisted, self destructive part of me, the part that he'd made friends with, the part he used against me.

I'm an emotional masochist, I don't seek after the traditional kinds of degradation and humiliation, but shoot the right pointed comment at my heart, one that finds my weak spots, and, damn, that's hot.

He sighed. "Now, we've talked about this before, you need to stop wasting your time, you're not getting any younger," he explained patiently. "You need to be getting a better job, you're not going to find anyone to support you at your age, you know."

My anger flared, there were so many things wrong with what he was saying, that all the conflicting emotions made me incoherent, "I don't... I'm not... that's so fucking out of order!"

His eyes glinted in triumph, I'd let myself down so early, so easily. He was getting too good at this. Gone were the days of calling me a slut, a tease, a desperate little whore. Things I was prepared for, that took hours of teasing and mind games before I snapped.

He said nothing but his expression clearly said 'you think you get to tell me I'm out of order?'

I was helpless with shame, this was going to be bad, but according to the unspoken rules, I knew I deserved a punishment. I braced myself.

Suddenly the left side of my face was on fire, my ear was ringing and I had a massive dump of chemicals racing around me. His hand had moved so fast, with so little warning that I had to guess it had been a sharp and precise slap causing the pain.

I just stood there in shock, and felt those heavy, hot tears start to roll down my face. His mouth twitched in delight as he watched them. I think he might have liked watching me silently cry more than anything else we did.

He was waiting for something. What could it be? Oh, of course. "Thank you, sir." I said contritely.

His hand brushed my sore cheek tenderly, so fucking tenderly that my tears burst forth stronger than ever. "There, that's better, isn't it?"

I nodded. He was right as usual, the overwhelming feeling of relief when I got to the other side was so pure, so untainted, that I was utterly addicted.

He slid his hand up my skirt, softly stroking me through my knickers. "Tell me why you're wet."

"Because I love this. Because I need your discipline. Because... I'm weak."

"Mmmm, good. Bedroom."

We screwed the same way we played head games, like music made with telepathic understanding, no plan, no script, just a perfectly timed ebb and flow.

He punctuated his fucking with gentle cruelty. "Frankly, you don't really need to be here, I'm only interested in your body, you can just fuck off, think about something else, or better yet..." he pulled my head back so he could hiss in my ear, "stop thinking altogether."

The combination of deep pleasure and relentless mindfucking meant I couldn't think even if I wanted to. I don't know he did it, every time was different, but he could somehow tell what would push me into that magic zone where everything fell away apart from him and me, where we were dark and golden.

I was moved around like a doll, I'd come to know his favourite positions and slipped into them smoothly with very little guidance, his hands could puppet me easily now. It didn't even faze me when I was turned completely around, pivoting on his cock, one minute rammed face down into the mattress, the next, legs over his shoulders gazing into the eyes that pierced my soul.

We were raw at times like this, all the bullshit ripped away. It wasn't about sub and dom any more, wasn't about pain and psychology, just need, awe, completion.

In the afterglow of another shining orgasm, I gazed at him lovingly, enjoying the moments I had while he was mellow and quiet. "That was incredible," I whispered, smiling hesitantly, hoping I'd done enough for the night.

My heart sank as I saw the light in his eyes change. "Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it, I didn't get that much out of it..."

"I don't believe you," I tried, but my voice wavered, the tears were back.

"Well, I just do it as a kindness, this isn't really my kind of thing."

I felt like an insect. "What do you mean?"

"Fuck, honey," he stroked my hair but there was no warmth in his touch, "it's all a bit... pointless isn't it? I don't want someone who has to try to please me, I want someone who doesn't need to be shown how to be a real woman. I mean I know it's all you can manage, but it's more of a charity thing for me."

"Stop it! I can't handle this!" I blurted out through my sobs, but he just narrowed his eyes at me, looked slightly disappointed.


My emotions were reeling, I felt like everything I held dear had been flayed to a pulp, but did I really need him to stop? I looked woozily at him, tears drying slightly, trying to see something to help me decide.

His gaze was cool and clear, no remorse, no concern, but also no anger or frustration. He was just waiting, watching, dispassionately interested in how I'd respond.

Of course, he'd never give anything away, he always played things absolutely for real, and to all intents and purposes it was real. I just had to take a leap of faith or admit that he'd beaten me.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. I'm fine."

He smiled, and I saw a flicker of something sweet before he covered it up. It was beautiful. "Glad to hear it, you'll have to be punished, of course."

I hung my head. "Yes, sir." My hair hid my face, but I'm sure he could tell I was proud to be back in tune with him.

Saturday, 23 April 2011


Liz scanned the shelves in the Psychology section, as usual drawn there without really knowing what she was looking for. There were a few books on hypnosis, they didn't look very inspiring, but she wistfully ran her finger along them anyway, almost as if something would flow out of them and up her arm.

"That's the best one," said a voice behind her as she lingered on the one she'd been considering, "but the selection here's shit, you'd be better off buying online."

She turned to see a young man behind her, somehow wavering between looking like someone who'd know about hypnosis and someone who was just pulling her leg. He had an air of geeky intelligence, piercing green eyes, and a cheeky grin. She tried not to notice how sexy he was, she couldn't handle the disappointment of seeing her age reflected in the eyes of youth.

He weighed her up for a few moments, seeming to enjoy her discomfort at not being able to speak or look away. "Buy me a coffee and I'll write down some recommendations." He stated calmly, assuming she would do as he said.

"Do I know you?" she managed to stammer, not sure what was happening.

He chuckled, "Don't you know? Forget things a lot do you?" He winked, and she wasn't sure if she was being called old or a hypnofetishist. Either way, she felt her clit pulse at the dig. He held out his hand. "I'm Adam."

"L-liz" she said grasping his hand, half expecting it to turn into a speed induction, but he just shook it firmly and then rested his other hand on her elbow as he led her to the cafeteria.

She felt a little strange about what was happening, but she bought him a milkshake pretending to be a coffee, and was happy to sip her own Americano and watch him write a few books down on a napkin and natter about their relative merits.

He seemed very knowledgeable, and it felt good to be sitting with a pretty young boy, even if everyone probably thought she was his aunt or something. Eventually he stopped talking and spooned frozen milk into his mouth, licking it slowly and sensuously. She watched with her mouth open. He must know how dirty that looked, right?

"Um, how do you know all this stuff?" Liz asked to break the silence, and not a little to shake herself back to reality.

Adam waved a hand dismissively, "Oh, it's not that advanced, I've been doing it for years, anyone can learn it, you just need to practice applying it to each individual case."

"I've never been hypnotised," she said, her voice filled with yearning.

"Yet," he said calmly. "It would be so easy, I could do it right now if you wanted.

Liz breathed heavily. She felt lightheaded. Her heart pounded and it wasn't just from the coffee. "Please," she whispered.

"Well, just focus on this spoon, and let everything else fade away..."

Liz did as he asked, listened to his suggestions, let the world narrow to the shiny object in his hand. She was a little surprised there was nothing about feeling sleepy, but chastised herself for being so cliched, this wasn't a cheesy film, this was... wait, she'd lost track of what he'd been saying, what was she meant to be doing? Oh yes, that was right, sleep...

It couldn't be that easy could it? Was she really hypnotised? Adam was leaning back, pleased with himself, as if she was. Her head did feel fuzzy, she was staring vacantly at the point where the spoon had been, and didn't feel like doing anything else. Maybe this was what it felt like.

"Smile." came the command, and she felt her face move obediently. She idly noticed that she was aroused, and this increased as he told her to laugh, push her hair back, lean forward, hold his hand, each instruction followed perfectly without her needing to think about it.

"You're hypnotised."

"I'm hypnotised."

"You love how it feels."

"I love how it feels."

"You want to feel like this again."

"I want to feel like this again."

"You're a good girl."

"I'm a good girl."

He paused and smiled, narrowing his eyes, watching her coast on submissive arousal. "Good girls do what they're told."

She gasped, but heard herself repeat "Good girls do what they're told."

"You do what you're told."

"I do what I'm told."

"Follow me." he stood up and she did too, walking behind him through the store. Part of her was still marvelling at the experience, how normal it must look, but how firmly controlled she was. The rest of her was just.. asleep, obedient, aroused, subdued, compliant... She'd have been too turned on to walk if he hadn't been puppeting her.

Without her noticing, they'd entered a large individual toilet cubicle. He stood facing her for an indeterminate amount of time as she stared blankly at him. He seemed to be considering something, and she waited patiently for his decision, aroused and ready for anything.

He stroked her cheek kindly, then whispered "kneel," softly, almost reverentially.

She sank to the floor, eyes gazing glassily at his crotch while he opened his flies.

"Suck my cock."

She unhesitatingly wrapped her lips around its length, closing her eyes, enjoying the feel of it in her mouth, the focus, with no thoughts to distract her from her task of pleasuring him.

The rhythm of her sucking became her whole world, all she knew, his hands on the back of her head her only link to reality. It was peaceful and erotic, everything was so simple, so easy.

He started thrusting harder, and soon his come was pulsing down her throat. She swallowed and then knelt back, waiting for instruction.

He wiped himself off and put his cock away, then knelt down with her. He placed his hand to her sopping panties and looked deep into her eyes. "You've been a very good girl." She shivered and moaned softly. "Come for me now."

Liz ground herself onto his hand, fell forward onto him, and he held her close until she was done. She found she'd mostly woken up and looked shakily at him to see if it was allowed.

He smiled a little nervously, and she was suddenly aware of how young he was again.

"Wow, that was incredible," she said quickly, partly to reassure him, partly in hopeless gratitude.

He chuckled, his eyes glinting with evil again, "Mmm, not bad for your first go, I'll have to push you harder next time."

Friday, 8 April 2011

The Beast

Again she woke up sweating and sticky between her legs from a dream that was fading away. The images she could catch didn't seem to fit with the intense arousal she was left with, it should have been horrific, a nightmare, something about a huge scaly beast, a long tongue invading her, dark wings suffocating her...

She showered and left the house, trying to put it out of her mind, although the specifics could be pushed down, the fuzzy horniness wasn't so easy to dismiss. It was still colouring her thoughts while she was serving coffee at work, everyone was a little better looking, a little more appealing.

It might have been this that made her eyes linger on one customer, or just that he seemed a little different anyway, somehow studious, calm, authoritative. They shared a little smile, but she quickly put him out of her mind to get on with her work, and would have forgotten all about him, if he hadn't called to her as she was clearing cups.

"Miss? Excuse me?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"This might sound a bit strange, but have you been having bad dreams?"

Her blood froze, "W-why do you ask that?"

He looked concerned, and placed a hand on her arm. "Please, don't be frightened, Miss, I can sometimes.... see things... I felt some kind of force around you, I've seen things like that before."

She sat down heavily. "What do you mean?"

He looked at her steadily. "I think you might be suffering from some kind of demon attack."

She snorted, but his words chimed somewhere inside her. "Come on now..."

The man got up to leave, "Well, believe what you like, but here's my card, if you ever need any help."

It was classy but plain, made no mention of his profession. She turned it over then put it in her pocket. "Well, thank you... and have a nice day!"

That night the dreams were worse, the beast had an impossible, enormous cock, rubbing between her breasts, into her throat, sliding between her legs, thrusting deeper than anything else could reach...

She was too horny to think straight when she opened her eyes, still almost half asleep, without knowing she was doing it, her hand was pressing the buttons to call the strange man from the cafe.

"Help me...."

He seemed to know who it was without being told. "Come to the church on the corner, opposite where you work."

She felt a little bit strange about what she was doing as she rushed there, but it was a public place, and a sanctuary, it must be safe enough. When she arrived, the stillness of the place struck her with a quiet force, she felt calmer, and tried to catch her breath as she sat in a pew at the front. She'd seen there wasn't anyone else in there yet, and as she waited, she started to drift a little, as if she'd never quite left her dream state.

Snatches of ideas, feelings and imagery seemed to snake in and out of her head, on her knees before a beautiful, powerful being, feeling aroused, helpless, weak before his otherworldly strength...

She whimpered a little and squirmed in her seat. It seemed wrong to be turned on in church, not that she was religious, but in her current state the whiff of blasphemy only made it seem hotter. Unconsciously, her legs spread a little wider, as if something invisible had slipped between them, she could almost imagine a soft, warm tongue lapping her cunt. It didn't feel quite human, but it was just a fantasy wasn't it, and it felt so amazing...

"Very good, my child, you're doing very well..."

She started at the voice behind her, but was too far gone to be able to bring herself back to reality.

"Shhh, it's OK, I'm here to help you, just as you asked." He placed his hands on her shoulders and began to knead her tense muscles. "Just relax, give in, let your lust control you..."

The sensations were so real, but her half lidded eyes confirmed there was still nothing there. She stopped trying to understand how the tongue could be circling her clit, pressing her G-spot and invading her anus at the same time. She stopped trying to resist the pleasure. She stopped trying to think.

The hands slipped under her arms, and massaged her breasts. "That's right, the trick is to just not worry about it, it's too late now, you're already lost, it's hopeless, just revel in it, enjoy your depravity..." He kept up a stream of reassuring degradation in her ears as he pinched her nipples lazily.

"Please..." she moaned, not sure what she was asking for, or who she was asking.

He bit her ear gently, then whispered something in a language she didn't recognise into her ear. Suddenly the pleasure doubled, tripled, she started making gutteral sounds, that could have been in the same language for all she knew. She felt as if her soul was being fucked, something dark but sweet filling it, making her feel strangely complete, somehow purified. This didn't feel like being consumed by evil, this felt like... redemption?

"Do you accept my offer, child?" He asked softly, kindly.

"Yesssss!" The orgasm felt like drowning, felt like being reborn.

When she came round, he was standing in front of her. She knelt on the mat and he put his hand on her head. "Are you ready to serve, child?"

She nodded dumbly and opened her mouth.

Monday, 4 April 2011


I'm in a machine, it feels like the most comfortable bed in the world, but I half know that there are computers banked around it and technology I don't understand affecting my mind. Still I don't care, it's so good to be able to rest at last, I've been crazy for days, too poor to get a fix and too crazy to get fucked for money, this was the only way out and I'm so glad I finally took the plunge.

"Everything OK in there?" asks my handler, I nod happily, he's a little younger than I expected, but handsome and seems very professional about what he's doing. "Great, so just before we start, can you count down from ten for me?"

"Sure, 10, 9, 8, 7, ..."

"What comes next?"

"I-I don't know..."

"and after that?"

"Ummm..." I feel a slight panic on the edges of my mind, but something's keeping it in check. I was meant to be doing something, but all my thoughts have been scattered. I can't pull anything together, I just feel like my head's full off cotton wool, it's nice, like a really good hit.

"Shhh, that's fine, everything's just fine."

I start to drift, maybe I'm dreaming, because I feel as if someone's licking my pussy, but when I open my groggy eyes, there's no-one there. "Wh.. uh... what's that feeling?"

"Hmmm?" he pushes some buttons and I stop worrying about it. "Nothing, honey... What is it?"


"Good girl." The sensation somehow becomes more intense while fading from my awareness at the same time. I gasp but don't know why.

Friday, 1 April 2011

Time for a change

"I think it's time for a change," he said softly.

She didn't like the tone in his voice. "S-sir? What do you mean? Have I displeased you?"

He stroked her hair, "of course not, my pet, you're such a good girl, you always do what I require of you."

She relaxed a little, but was still wary, "what kind of change did you mean then?"

"I think you might benefit from a little... break."

"A holiday? With you, you mean?" Alarm bells were definitely ringing now.

"Shhh, don't worry, pet, you know you can trust me, now just relax, let go for me, sleep..."


Yeah! What a great night she was having, why hadn't she been to this club for so long? Her legs were wobbly from dancing, and she part wriggled, part pushed her way to the bar, giving the boy she shoved aside an eyeful of cleavage to soften the deal.

Grasping her bottle, she threw herself down on some cushions where she could still do some people watching as she recovered.

"Oh, hi! You again," said a voice slightly above her. She tried to focus on where it was coming from, the guy seemed familiar, but she couldn't place him. He chuckled, seeing her confusion, but enjoying the upper hand. "We were just dancing together earlier, we were singing along to a few tracks, remember?"

"Sure! You got good taste!" She'd thought he was cute, and he looked even better from this angle, although it was a little awkward craning her neck. Would it be too forward to ask him to budge up? There didn't seem to be enough room though, everyone else on the seats were crammed in tight. Instead, he slid off the end and onto the cushions with her. He was still a little above her, taller and sitting more upright, but it meant she could just slouch back again, while still being able to look at him.

"You here with friends?" He asked, not the most exciting start, but she couldn't have come up with much better.

"Naah, there's always people I know here, but I didn't come with anyone," she grinned mischievously, "why? Are you going to kidnap me?"

He looked calmly at her with a strange smile. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Her blood ran cold and her cunt flared hot. "I should have known, anyone who knows all the words to the songs I like must be a psychopath," she retorted bravely, not wanting to show how much he'd got to her.

He pushed some stray hair from her sweaty forehead. "No... I'm not a psychopath... sociopath, perhaps..."

"Oh, you must say that to all the girls..."

"No, just the ones that get turned on by it."

She couldn't really deny it, her breathing was shallow and the feel of his jeans against her bare leg was making her tingle. How was this happening? It was like they were already lovers, as if her body knew something she didn't. "My god, you're full of it, aren't you?" She gasped, but they both knew she was lost.

"Yeah, I guess I am," he leaned closer to her and his voice changed somehow, "and if you look in my eyes you'll see where it all comes from."

It didn't make any sense, her mind whirled helplessly trying to work out what he meant, but while it was occupied, she was falling, helplessly seeking for something that made sense.

"There you go, almost there, just a little further, just keep going, deeper, it's in there, don't worry, just keep looking, you'll get there, relax, so close, so easy, feeling so good, so safe, so comfortable, you're nearly there, just let go for me, it's fine, just let go..."


She didn't need to remember how she got here, it wasn't important, he'd led, she'd followed, everything was as it should be.

"Kneel," everything was as it should be, "suck," everything was as it should be, "fuck yourself," everything was as it should be "come" oh god, everything was exactly as it should be...


Lying in bed, sleepy and cuddling, she smiled at how she'd never have gone along with it if she hadn't subconsciously known what was happening, but that it had felt good, hotter, not knowing that she could trust him, but falling anyway. "Thanks, it was a nice change," she told him as she drifted.

"I'm glad, pet, and really, it doesn't matter if you've been under my control for years, and just thought you were free for an evening, or if you were free until tonight, and now remember years of servitude, does it?"

She tried to follow the words, but it was just too difficult, she was just too tired, so much easier to just agree. "No, sir, it doesn't matter at all..."

"Good pet, sleep now..."