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CAPTURED MIND
(M/F, NC, Slavery,
Humiliation, Mind Control)
Cindy Silver
Eyes
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Cindy was
seated alone in the library of
She wore
jeans and a Ralph Lauren blouse – casual clothes that still hardly hid her fit
body. She looked like the kind of
person who put serious effort into staying in tip-top shape. He liked that – he liked that a
lot. Another thing he liked was
Cindy’s intelligent face, currently lost in concentration over the material she
was studying.
He slid
into the chair across the desk.
Cindy looked up, startled, and dropped her Marketing book on the
desk.
"Excuse
me…" Cindy started to say.
"Don't
speak, don’t move" he interrupted firmly.
And Cindy
discovered to her amazement that she couldn’t move or speak. Her mouth hanged open with what
she wanted to say for a long moment.
“Let’s get
to know you…” he said quietly, but with a slight smirk. “But first – unbutton the top 3 buttons
of your blouse.”
Cindy
suddenly wanted to scream, jump up, get on her feet… Nothing happened. She surely wouldn’t do what this guy
demanded of her. Yet, her hands
suddenly ached like they were broken, the mere thought of resistance sent
shivers down her spine, a burning sensation shot through her heart, and ice-cold
fear began flooding her brain – until her hands jumped at the first button and
she got relief. She opened the
buttons almost on auto-pilot, same way her hands might have flown away after
touching a burning hot pan.
Soon, her
blouse was parted almost down to her navel, revealing a set of big, firm
breasts, locked tight in a lacy white bra.
“Very
nice… Now, you may speak, but only
to answer my questions – in the mean time, that look of terror on your face
won’t do. Act normal. Smile at me, play with your hair, and
listen to everything I say attentively - pretend you’re in a fascinating
conversation with a boy you are particularly smitten
with…”
Cindy’s
body language changed almost immediately – deep in her eyes, her terror was
sitting firmly, but her face began acting the part right away, in the same
involuntary obedience fueled by a sudden fear of
resistance.
“So, what
is your name?” the guy asked.
“Cindy… Cindy Cooper”
she answered, her voice only slightly mechanic.
“Hmm… Cindy
Cooper – nice name…”
The guy
started questioning Cindy about basics – where she was from, how old she was,
what she was studying in college, what was her grades, what year she was, where
she lived… Her bank details, her
family details… He’d taken out a
small notebook and was taking notes.
He took sips from his Doctor Pepper as he listened, but otherwise he was
serious for the timebeing, and the questions were all in the category of
getting-to-know-you…
Anybody
passing by would have thought the young blonde with the highly inappropriate
décolleté was having a conversation with her boyfriend, in teasing
fashion.
“Ok…” he
finally said, sticking the small notebook in the front pocket of his worn-out
hoodie with an anarchist logo on it.
He looked a few years older than Cindy, and despite the worn-out hoodie,
and the unshaven face, his eyes revealed a dark brand of intelligence.
“Now… I will get up and walk out – you will
follow me, a couple feet behind.
We’re heading to the parking lot.
Act normal, like you’re trying to get to your next class. If you see anyone you know on the way,
smile, say you’re in a hurry, and keep walking”.
He got up –
and Cindy wanted to resist once again.
She’d been sitting there because he told her to even though she wanted to
leave, and now she wanted to stay put, to not obey him. And yet same cold fear rushed through
her body and same crispy signals of pain came, and she was on her feet in an
instant, almost without pondering her own protests.
She
followed him as he’d said, a couple steps behind, as he made his way out of the
library and walked towards the parking lot – strangely, she almost didn’t wanna
see anyone she knew. She had no
idea what kind of trouble that could cause. They did pass by a guy she recognized
from the Accounting class, but rather than saying hi, his eyes went straight at
Cindy’s chest – she remembered she was all but putting her breasts on display at the
moment, and she blushed fiery red above the neck.
They
finally arrived at the parking lot, and he made his way towards a classic sports
car Cindy recognized as an old Mustang.
Painted in bright yellow, with two large black stripes on the hood, she
had to admit it was a beauty despite her well-hidden
terror.
He started
driving as soon as they were both in, and he was going straight to the
off-campus house Cindy was sharing with 2 other girls.
“Now…” her
tormentor commanded. “You will go
to your room, and change into the tiniest skirt and top you got; the smaller,
the tighter they are the better – also put on the sexiest underwear you
have. Put on the biggest high-heels
you have… Also the following: Your lap top, your ipod, your toiletries
and make-up kit, any essentials you need to look pretty… Then come back here. Act normal of course – I won’t repeat
that, always act normal towards other people.”
He had to
wait outside in the car for about 10 minutes –
Soon, Cindy
emerged from her apartment. She was
carrying a gym bag, with her essentials and private things inside. She was dressed in an extremely short
black skirt, that left very little to imagination. She was wearing a tank top with a zipper
in the center – it was electric pink and at least one size too small, she’d
bought it when she’d been in a particularly silly mood, and she’d basically
never worn it except today. It felt
and looked like the lycra material would tear apart any moment – and it left her
entire mid-rift naked. It was an
awful combination with the black skirt, which also had hardly any mileage on
it… The sort of clothes a girl with
daddy’s credit card bought but never used…
The 5-inch heels almost made it difficult to walk.
Cindy was
sure she looked like a prostitute, dressed in her skimpiest items in the middle
of the day – her roommates had all but said so, commenting on her daring outfit,
cracking jokes about which professor she was trying to bed for an A. She’d desperately wanted to scream for
their help, or at least send some signal of distress – yet the mere thought of
it was enough get a hard bite of pain and fear out of nowhere. She’d instead mumbled an excuse of
having run out of clean clothes and having her dirty clothes in the gym
bag. She’d rushed out the door,
waving at the girls, perhaps her last chance for being saved left
behind…
She got
back in the car, her face still red in shame from the way she was dressed.
“Very
nice..” he commented approvingly.
He turned
the engine on, and began driving.
“So, now,
slave…” he said with a smirk, using that word for the first time – Cindy
flinched in terror when she heard it, even though she could not be described as
anything else right now, could she?
“We have
somewhat of a ride ahead of us, so I’d like to be entertained on the way… I’d like to listen to the details of
your sexual past… Are you a virgin?
– no, I bet you’re not… Let’s have
it – chronological, start from earliest possible experience you remember… I want
to hear every last detail – nothing to be spared. Get going…”
Cindy tried
to keep her mouth shut- she all but shivered in terror. Some of this stuff had to remain a
secret even to herself. There could
be no worse violation than to tell it all to a stranger, to a guy who’d just
walked into her life half hour ago…
Yet, she could resist the wave of despair and burning no more than a
couple moments.
“When I was
an 8th grader…” she blurted out desperately, and began to describe
her first wet kiss.
“Hold on”
she was interrupted.
“Let’s make
this more fun – I want you to lean into me, and gently message my cock over my
jeans while you tell me all that.
And lick my ear-lobe every once in a while to spice it
up…”
Cindy
wanted to scream – she would not touch him, she just could not… It was not possible. Yet almost instinctively she did lean in
towards the guy, like a romantic lover, her lycra-clad breasts pressing against
his strong shoulder – she realized she was all but taking initiative now, and
even violating spirit of what he commanded was enough to send shivers of fear
down her spine. Her left hand found
its way to his other shoulder, and her nearly treacherous right hand traveled
down between his legs and rested on his crotch, where she did feel the rock-like
hardness.
Her mouth
was near his ear as she resumed telling her tales of sexual past.
Anybody who
saw them in traffic would think the boy with the Mustang had landed a
particularly hot girlfriend and they couldn’t wait to get
home…
She told it
all one by one – from the first kiss to her first crush, from the first time she
offered a guy oral sex to the time she’d lost her virginity. Every time she’d had sex – which was no
more than dozen times with a total of 3 guys…
Outwardly
she was a girlfriend in heat.
Inwardly, she was dying in shame – she could imagine no violation greater
than this terror… and yet she was
helpless to stop it. She leaned in
and licked her tormentor’s ear once in a while. He seemed to be having a good time for
sure. Yet Cindy hated herself for
it. She hated herself for being so
powerless, so hapless, dishing out her secrets so freely to
him…
“Hmm…” he
groaned. “Great stuff – now, how
about you tell me your dirtiest fantasy while we pass this last few
smiles…”
Cindy
wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and die right then – instead, she
landed another lick on his ear lobe, and started telling him about the young
princess whose sea vessel was captured by a band of extremely handsome,
body-building pirates…
She’d moved
to the extremely dashing, blonde-haired, green-eyed leader of the pirates when
the Mustang came to a stop.
“Time for
some shopping…” he commented. He
produced a piece of paper and handed it to her. Cindy noticed the car had come to a stop
in a seedy part of the city - she would not normally come down here even in the
most conservative outfit.
She further
noticed they were parked in front of a sex-shop…
He parted
his wallet, which seemed to contain nearly 20 banknotes of $100s. He handed over $500 to Cindy. “You buy everything on that list”.
Cindy
looked at the list and her face turned an even darker shade of red:
One black
dildo of at least 8” size
One black
double-penetration vibrator
One set of
tweezer nipple clamps with connecting chain
Vibrating
nipple clamps
One small
vibrator with remote control
3 kinds of
stimulating gels for women
One feather
tickler
One riding
crop
One leather
cat-o-nine-tails whip
One
fraternity paddle
2 sets of
steel hand-cuffs
“Just give
the list to the cashier and he’ll help you collect it all. Get these and get back here in 15
minutes” he said sternly.
Cindy
tensed, ready to object. But she
was out the door the next moment all the same…
The smirk
on the face of the fat cashier was too horrible to bear, yet she followed him
around the store all the same as he collected one item after another – she felt
everyone’s eyes on her, and given what a sexy little slut she must have looked
like, it was no surprise. Her
high-heels clicked on the floor ever so loudly, her attire left her barely more
dressed than the pictures of models advertising various sex toys on the
boxes.
She was
humiliated further with every new item off the shelf; she could tell for sure
the few old men who populated the store at the moment were indeed checking out
just her, rather than all the perverted merchandise around
them.
She felt
like running out the door by the time her shameful purchases were complete, and
she’d paid nearly $300 for this humiliation. She could feel them all checking her ass
as she made her way back to the Mustang.
He drove
off right away once she was in the car.
They made another stop a few minutes later – an electronics store, Cindy
realized.
“Now, go
get a basic camcorder” she was told by her tormentor. “Just a basic model, nothing too fancy,
the money left over should be enough…”
What would
that be used for? Her heart skipped
another beat, and yet she was out the door once again like a trained puppy; she
wanted to cry her eyes out, yet her face was all smiles.
They drove
away again 10 minutes later, a new camcorder added to the big bag full of sex
toys in the back seat of the car.
“Tell me
another fantasy” he ordered. “Same
way…”
Cindy was
running through the good-looking Cowboys and the captured city girl, her hand
once again massaging his crotch and her tongue flicking his ear, when the car came to a
stop.
“Here we
are” he announced.
It was a
Holiday Inn outside the city.
“Now before
we get off, here’s an accessory
from me…”
He produced
an item – it was a thick-set, velvet dog-collar, burgundy red with gold studs on
it.
“Put it on”
he ordered. Cindy did, the collar
uncomfortable and tight around her neck...
“Good
puppy” he chuckled. “
Cindy did –
and she’d all but cry in humiliation if she’d not been ordered to be all smiles
no matter what.
“Grab all
the stuff and follow me” he commanded as he made his way into the hotel. They took the elevator to the
6th floor, and soon were inside his room.
“Stand
there” he ordered, pointing to the center of the room. He went through the bags and came up
with her IPod.
“Let’s see
– favorite playlist… would it be this one, I wonder? Partylist1?”
“Yes” Cindy
answered in dismay.
“You call
me Master from now on” he corrected her.
“So, Partylist1 is your favorite then?”
“Yes,
Master” she replied, her brief resistance at calling this monster her Master
voided by the usual alarms.
“Good…” he hooked the
IPod to the mini-speaker in the room.
He opened the mini-bar and filled up a glass of Jack Daniel’s.
He took his
seat on the only chair in the room and took a sip from his drink. He hit play and soon music was blasting
from the speaker.
“Now dance
for your Master, slave… And dance
the most whorish dance you can imagine – pretend you’re a Vegas
stripper…”
Cindy
flinched and once again wanted to resist – the music was horrible: Her favorite, dearest songs, now turned
into a terrible tool of humiliation for her. Unable to resist, too scared to
displease her new owner, she began gyrating to the tunes, moving her hips and
torso as provocatively as she could, doing every shameful move she could think
of that would turn on a man… She
shook her chest, she flew around her long blonde hair, she raised her arms high
above, she bent over all the way down; every moment she had a doubt about her
own performance, a fresh wave of fear ripped through her heart, and she gyrated
and twisted even more…
“Ok –
enough of that” he said after 10 minutes, stopping the Ipod. He paused a moment. “Now… strip… your top first, then the skirt, then the
underwear – keep the high-heels on…
And do it all slowly…”
Cindy knew
this moment would come, the moment of going nude before him, and with everything
she’d already gone through, this should have been easy – but it hardly was. She was hit a by a fresh wave of shame
as she unzipped her tank-top and let it fall on the floor.
One by one
all her clothing piled up next to her feet.
“Very
nice…” her Master commented, looking at her surf-board stomach, shapely legs,
large, firm breasts.
“So, a
natural blonde… nice…”. Cindy’s was
very lightly trimmed but it was enough to prove she was a natural – a fact she’d
always been only proud of, till now.
“Turn
around slave” he ordered.
“slowly…and lock your hands behind your neck. I’d like to see everything I now
own…”
Cindy
rotated her firm body slowly for his viewing pleasure, displaying her well-toned
butt, her slender back…
“Excellent!” he commented.
“It seems I didn’t go exploring all over
“So now –
let’s get into the mood, shall we?”
The only
mood Cindy was in was a burning mix of shame, frustration, and fear, but she
stood silently as he spoke.
“Say things to turn me on. Convince me that you like being in my
control. Beg me to fuck you and to play with your body. Think of things I could make you
do that you would most loathe, or most fear, or find most demeaning, and beg for
those. – And be fuckin’ creative
slave, if you know what’s good for you…”
The words all but flew from Cindy’s mouth – whether her treacherous
tongue spoke out of its own accord to please its real owner, or the fear of
displeasing her Master motivated Cindy to say the right things, it hardly made
any difference:
“Master, I love being your slave…”
“I love being totally, utterly dominated by
you”
“I love being your fucktoy, your plaything, your own personal
whore…”
“I love being your total property, your
possession…!”
“I love being helpless in your hands, under your total command, ready
for your every whim, every order…”
“I love being completely naked in front of you – body and
soul…”
“I love putting myself on naked display for you. Please, oh please treat
every
part of my body as a toy, purchased and owned solely for
your amusement.”
“I love being totally obedient to you, I love being more obedient
than a dog to you…”
“I am in fact your dog,
your little pet, your bitch…”
“I beg of you, I plead with you on my knees, keep me this way
forever… Never ever release
me… always keep me as your pathetic
little slave, ready to do your bidding whenever you feel like it… I want to remain your bitch
forever…!”
“If you ever leave me, leave me branded as your fucktoy forever –
make me sleep naked and masturbate to your memory, to your domination over me
for hours and hours without satisfaction…
Make me reject everyone else because I am still your property even if
you’re long gone…Make me send you money, expensive presents, my Mom’s jewels
even if you just laugh and toss them away…”
He stretched, and took a sip from his drink, smiling ever more
confidently.
“I ache to obey your every whim. I hate thinking for myself. Assume
command of everything in my life…”
“Dress me up as you please, make me go around like a
whore…”
“I crave for humiliation in your hands, just to show your rule over
me…”
“Put tattoos on me, all over my body, declaring me your bitch and
slave…”
“I want to help you capture other women - starting with my friends.
I'll help you meet the prettier ones.”
“I want to fuck them while you watch. Then, you can fuck all of us
together. You can make us take
turns sucking your dick, licking your balls…”
“Make us whip each other for your amusement. Make us think we're animals and have us
do amusing tricks.”
Her Master undid his hoodie.
He seemed fascinated by the superb ideas and scenarios flying out of the
girl’s mouth – and he seemed to love it…
“I loved feeling your cock in my hands on the way here – now I want to fell it all over
me… penetrating every hole I
have…”
“Please fuck me – fuck me hard, rape me like a
bitch…”
“Fuck my ass, fuck my tits, fuck my mouth…”
“Make me masturbate in front of you for hours and
hours…”
“Make me suck your cock for hours and hours…”
“Cumm all over my face… all over my tits…make me swallow gallons of
your cumm…”
He’d gotten on his feet.
“Fuck me like a cheap whore, fuck me like a bitch-in-heat, fuck me
like an animal…!!!” Cindy continued to whine and beg…
“That’s enough slave” her Master finally stopped her. “Time to take my bitch for a ride… Get down on your knees and suck my
cock…”
And the girl obeyed instantly – knowing this would be the first of
many, many times… in her new life
as her Master’s property..
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