She returned to the grounds and opened the front door feeling warm and sleepy. Gina had to speak with Andrew at least briefly; she did regret having to waste one of his nights at the castle. Charles informed her that he and Monica were in the private room. She was touched by Andrew’s concern at her appearance and assured him, "No, it’s only temporary. I’ll feel much better tomorrow." She gave him a weak smile. "Why don’t you go out with Monica? I’m afraid I won’t be very good company, and it is still rather early. You do not have to accompany me to bed," she suggested. There was no sense in ruining his evening. The coven leader bid both a hasty good night, for the lethargy that accompanied feeding was permeating her whole body.
Monica found herself left alone with Andy. Gina was out of the way, and her offer was on the table. She lit another cigarette; she was chain-smoking, a reflection of her excitement and nervousness. Would he turn her down? Was she attractive enough for him to consider? She had originally planned to go out with other coven members after the meeting, but now…
Andy watched Monica smoke again while he pondered his options. It was evident that Monica had spent some time in developing her smoking style, even though she was obviously nervous. He was flattered that he had such an effect on the young woman. He also noted that his erection had returned as he watched her smoke. So how would he explain this to Gina? Then it occurred to him that she, of all people, would understand. Now the only question was how to proceed: Gina believed that Monica knew about his fetish and that the initiate had one herself. That was as promising a place as any to start the seduction. "I see you like those really long, slim, cigarettes," Andy began.
"Yeah, I do," Monica quickly and eagerly replied. "I think they’re—well, you probably think this is weird—kind of sexy and real feminine," she continued, unable to hold her thoughts. Oh no why did I say that he thinks I’m strange I should have kept that quiet…
"I think so too," Andy affirmed after a short pause. "The way you hold it makes you look really sexy and I like the way you always tilt your head and exhale. It’s—a very sensual action." The expression of incredulous joy on her face and the perceptible vibration of her body told him that he had chosen the right opening. A flush quickly appeared around the neckline of Monica’s blouse, telling him that that they wouldn’t be leaving the castle tonight. He held out his hand to her. She bolted from her chair and jumped at him. He reflexively caught her in self-defense, and barely had time to react to her frenzied kiss. Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was clinging to him, panting, "Oh god control me make me your slave and fuck me control me please I wanna be your slave so you can fuck me as much as you wanna oh god I want you so bad…" The only remaining question was… where? A gasped, "My room…" between frantic kisses answered that.
"What do I do, Monica?" was his first question when they arrived in her chambers. She could barely keep still, oscillating with sexual energy and lust. "Calm down. I’ll be here all night," he tried to reassure her. "If you want to be my slave, you’ll have to show me how to be your master." Her dark eyes were flashing at him, so he kissed her. When she responded with crazed ardor, Andy realized that he wouldn’t learn about controlling her for a while. Monica was much too aroused to think about anything other than the immediate need. She was purposefully fondling his erection through his pants, so he did the logical thing: he ripped her blouse off.
Andy’s tongue left Monica’s lips and he grinned, "So now can you tell me about controlling you?" She asked him if he could wait for a few minutes, then lit a cigarette. "Sure. I like to watch you smoke," he truthfully replied, knowing the effect that statement would have on her. Her eyes sparkled and she took an extremely long pull.
Monica sighed contentedly, blowing a long, thin trail of smoke through her pursed lips. She had almost come when Andy had ripped her blouse off. She had never been involved in such explosive passion before; it made her wish that she was multiply orgasmic. She could imagine Gina and Danielle coming three or four times in one fuck with him. He thought she was sexy. The initiate took a breath; careful, Monica, you’re going to waste your next orgasm as soon as he touches you if you keep thinking about that…
"OK," she said. "I don’t know exactly how it works," Monica tentatively started. "But I asked this—one guy—" Her voice faltered and she blushed, then resumed, "—To play like he was hypnotizing me. He did, an’ all of a sudden, I felt like I was watchin’ everything goin’ on, an’ I was sorta—unable to stop myself from doing what he told me to do." She inhaled deeply, and noticed a strange sensation on her inner thighs: she was wet—again. "So it was kind of—an accident?" she concluded. The hope in her voice made it sound more like a question than a statement.
Andy figured that he could easily hypnotize Monica by normal means; she wanted him to. Controlling was something more: it implied the ability to make her do something she wouldn’t normally do without making her believe the actions were natural. He patted the bed. "Are you ready?" Stupid question. Her nipples were erect and her chest was flushed. "Monica, I want you to relax, OK? I’m going to give you a gentle massage." He began a soft massage of her neck and shoulders, digging hard enough so that it was non-sensual, yet light enough that there was no pain involved. "Just enjoy my fingers as they caress you… Magic fingers… drawing the tension from wherever they touch… Can you feel it working?" Her eyes were open, staring directly into his. Andy concentrated on Monica’s face (average, but certainly not unattractive) and her eyes. "Feel a little better?" he whispered, having slowly moved the focus of his efforts to her jaw and temples. He was using much less pressure now. She purred affirmatively, her shoulders loosened, and her eyelids drooped. She blinked them open. "That’s all right, Monica. I’ll be here… My magic fingers will draw the tension away and keep you safe… My voice will take care of you… trust my voice and close your eyes if you want… Re-la-a-ax… Don’t fight it… Let your eyes clo-o-ose as you become more relaxed…"
Monica sensed that her eyes were fluttering. She felt… warm and drowsy… Relaxed… She blinked, slowly now, and saw the blue of Andy’s aura. She wanted it. Her arousal didn’t matter. His attractiveness didn’t matter. She heard his soft and loving voice, his touch was gentle, and his presence was so comforting… Her vision was now coming through narrow slits; she was beginning to feel a little light-headed. She surrendered herself to the metaphysical plane…
Monica’s body pitched forward in slow motion. Andy easily caught her, marveling at the speed of her induction. She was completely limp, eyes closed, mouth upturned in a small smile. "Monica, can you hear me?" She murmured a distant, sleepy yes. Time to deepen her trance. "Then you hear your master’s voice. The voice that will keep you safe."
"I… hear… my master’s voice," Monica said.
"Monica, you will obey this voice, because it makes you happy. You want to obey, because you want to please the man the voice belongs to. Nothing else will matter when you are in the safe, warm place you are in now."
"Nothing… else… will… matter," she repeated slowly. "I will obey my master’s voice. I want to… please my master. I must obey my master’s voice."
"It will please me that you repeat, ‘I must obey my master, I only serve his will,’ until it is a part of your warm, safe, secret place. Each time you say it, you become warmer, and safer, and deeper under your master’s power, until you can not resist his voice when you hear it while you are in your safe place. You may begin." Monica quietly repeated her mantra for five whole minutes, eyes still closed, face devoid of expression. Andy was very hard. "Very good, Monica. You are mine. Say that you are mine, and feel the bliss of complete submission and surrender to my will. Your master’s will."
"I am yours to command, master," she answered, all hesitation gone. "I must obey my master’s will. I will obey—" Monica sighed deeply, happily. "—My master." A broad smile filled her face as the command of bliss took effect. Andy told her to open her eyes, but that she would only be looking out from her warm, safe, secret place. Her eyes opened and she said, "Yes, master." He figured out exactly why Danielle got so horny when she hypnotized him. Now it was his turn to be impatient.
"Suck my cock, Monica. You will drink all of my cum, so sweet, so good," Andy panted, and his slave obeyed with a vengeance. He had been too aroused to last very long, filling her mouth within a couple of minutes. She greedily sucked and swallowed, lapping conscientiously at him, leaving nothing but her saliva to dry on his limp organ. He felt a serious post-orgasm crash approaching. Figuring that he would lose control as Danielle did when she went to sleep, he gave Monica a code phrase to send her back into her hypnotic state. He commanded that she forget the phrase until she heard it from his voice, then woke her. "Monica," he said, kissing her deeply, "can I take a nap?" Andy was a little surprised when she said yes and snuggled against him, apparently content with the state of things.
Monica was thrilled as she cuddled against Andy. She had watched herself as she had sucked his cock and eaten his cum, powerless to stop him; Danielle or Gina probably hadn’t done that! She wondered what else he would make her do as a helpless slave, and eagerly settled in to await the next time he turned her into his hypnotic concubine.
Andy woke up around midnight by himself, in Monica’s bed. He smiled, knowing that she would be back, wherever she was. There was so much more he could do with her. The door opened slowly, quietly. "Oh! You’re awake!" she peeped with surprise and a bright smile. "I went to get a soda," she sheepishly explained. He motioned her to the bed and kissed her on the cheek. She trembled and whimpered.
"You smoke long, slim, sexy cigarettes," he whispered, and Monica dropped into her trance. The unopened can fell to the floor. Andy felt his cock stir. "You are warm and safe now, Monica. Your master desires that you disrobe." She leisurely removed her robe, bra, and panties. "Lie down, my slave," Andy commanded, "and open your legs." She reclined onto the bed with a dreamy smile on her face, exposing her sex. He ran a finger around it. "You are very, very aroused, Monica. Your body is aching with the need for my cock. Can you feel it?"
"Ohhh… yes, master!" She shook at his touch. He watched her lower folds become puffy by themselves, purely on his suggestion. Droplets of excitement were beginning to show. He cleaned them off with his tongue, causing Monica to moan very loudly. He quietly prompted her to tell him what she wanted. "Please," she gasped, "fuck me, master. I need you so bad… I want you inside me, master… Ohh fuck meee…" She undulated, seeking his touch, silently inviting him to join with her by her suggestive motions, thick legs splayed. It didn’t matter to Andy that she was not as attractive as Danielle or Gina. Monica was his slave.
"Ohhh!!! You’re still here," Monica said as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Andy gave her a soft kiss and nuzzled her neck. She murmured, "I’m not used to this," while he stroked her chest and face. Noting his perplexed expression, she elaborated, "Most guys are gone by the time I wake up—coming hard sorta… puts me out of it." He chuckled softly and hugged her tightly. "You don’t have to stay if you don’t want. Gina’s probably looking for you," she apologized for him.
Andy figured that the coven leader could wait; odds were that she knew exactly where he was anyway. Monica seemed to have had trouble with men. It was a shame for somebody as—unassuming and unaffected as she was. In short, Monica was the type of woman Gina would take on as a project. Andy was curious about her—he liked her a lot, sex or no. She was shy: he figured that one of the reasons she had been able to approach him at the party was that he was Gina’s chosen, and therefore clearly unavailable. He kissed her ear, then whispered the magic words. Monica immediately went into her trance. "Monica, I want you to feel very comfortable now. I am not only your master whom you must obey, I am your friend. Nothing you say will bother me, so you may speak freely and honestly in answering any question I ask. Do you understand?"
"Yes… master. You are my friend," she sighed happily, drowsily. "I will be completely honest with you. I understand and obey my master." A dreamy, distant smile filled her face.
"Open your pretty black eyes for me, Monica," Andy said. Monica obeyed, her eyes opening wide, but she still had that dreamy quality to her entire bearing, causing Andy’s cock to twitch. He ignored it. "You enjoy being completely submissive and not responsible for it, don’t you?" She nodded slowly. "Is that because it allows you to—arouse men, and make them sexually more responsive to you?" he gently probed.
"Yes… I like that it makes them really want me. I don’t feel like a cheap slut after, either. I’m not really sexy to look at, but when I can get a guy interested and I give up control… it makes them much better lovers," she admitted with a candor born of her entranced state. Andy nodded, although the feedback was lost on Monica.
"You do a lot of things because of men, don’t you? You—smoke for men, to make yourself more… attractive. Tell me what it does for you. Smoke for me, Monica," he prompted. She removed a cigarette from a gold case.
"I like these very long, very slim cigarettes," Monica said, voice deep. She lit it and took a long, deliberate pull, pausing to tilt her head. A thin stream of smoke trailed from her pursed lips. Andy’s cock got a little harder. "That was so… elegant," she sighed. "Handsome men in the movies killed for elegant women like that." She took another drag and exhaled—sensuously. "And I wanted to be one of those elegant… sexy women. I’ve only ever smoked the most—feminine—cigarettes I could find…" Her voice trailed off while she studied her cigarette for several seconds.
"How does it make you feel, Monica?" Andy asked, very quietly. He was extremely horny now.
Monica raised the cigarette to her lips, again exhaling carefully. "I feel… very sexy. I can see myself in the mirror… I would practice every day… and… and… I would imagine a strong, handsome man… who was watching me… and…" She stopped to swallow audibly, and licked her lips before dragging quickly. "He’d be so… excited," she hoarsely resumed, "because… because…" Andy encouraged her to go on. She took another breath, "He wants me… because I’msosexy," she gasped.
The switch to present tense did not go undetected. "Yes, Monica. You are very sexy and extremely elegant… and it excites you to be so… desirable," Andy interrupted. "Can you see yourself? Desirable, an object of lust… The target of a man’s needs. And only you can satisfy them…" His entranced slave let out a strangled cry, dropping her cigarette as her legs faltered. He had talked her to near-orgasm by making her fantasy seem real—just as Gina had done to him in the library that first day. Andy picked up her fallen cigarette, put it out, then steadied her. "Now my slave, come with me. You are my elegant, desirable… sexy woman, and I am your leading man," he quietly commanded.
"Yes… my master," she gasped, still breathing heavily from her mini-orgasm. Somewhere, buried far, far beneath the submissive person that stood on tiptoe to offer her hypnotic master a kiss, the real Monica Maccione cried tears of joy.