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Obedient Girlfriend (mc, hyp, mff, fd)
Copyright 2000 by Chew Toy (wellgnawed@hotmail.com)
WARNING: The usual disclaimers and warnings apply.
The characters in this story have sex; if that offends
you or for some reason you are Not Allowed to read about
such things, stop now. The events in this story might not
be moral or even possible; the point is to give you a hot
fantasy, not a blueprint for life.
---
The moral of the story is, always be careful to label
your videotapes. I mean, what am I going to do with
two new sex-slaves? Well, besides the obvious.
Okay, I suppose I could just leave them alone. But
where's the fun in that? Anyway, I figure it's my moral
obligation to take advantage of them. With great power
comes great responsibility, you know?
So the deal is, I sort of accidentally hypnotised my
friend and her boyfriend and made them think they're my
sex slaves. Oops. Actually they're sort of cute, sitting
on the couch all glassy-eyed, touching themselves and
moaning my name. I think I should let them come pretty soon,
they're getting so worked up. The poor dears. But it was
totally an accident, I swear.
Jenny had asked me for help with her boyfriend Tim,
because he was being far too slow about getting into her
pants. Tim's quite a piece of beefcake, but it seems he
was shy around women and Jenny was only his second-ever
girlfriend and... well, he was just being far too
gentlemanly. He's really quite a sweet boy.
I told Jenny to just jump him, but this did not suit her
style. Jenny likes to think of herself as the gracious
Southern Belle type-- coy, flirtatious-- she wants to be
pursued, gallantly wooed, and seduced. Whatever. It's fun
to let a guy seduce you, but you'd think a girl who burned
out the motors on *two* vibrators in her first semester of
college wouldn't be quite so coy, you know?
(I pointed her to a better brand of vibrator, at least--
she isn't using that cheap trash anymore. Her new one has
lasted for a year and still going strong. What are friends
for?)
So she wouldn't go for my first advice. But her idea
sounded like a hoot-- and it was something I'd already been
playing around with-- so I went along with it. She wanted
me to hypnotize her boyfriend.
I'd been playing around with hypnosis since-- well, really,
ever since summer camp the year after 3rd grade. Some of the
other kids had this game-- we never really had a name for it,
but it involved pounding steadily on someone's back while
their eyes were closed and chanting, and talking about
different things they were supposed to feel when you touched
them. It was supposed to just make people feel weird-- like
"spiders running down your back" or "egg dripping through
your hair"-- but some kids ended it with "there's a rope
around your neck and I'm puuullling..." while tracing a line
around the other kid's neck and then... and then the kid's
head would slowly fall back as if they really were being pulled
by an invisible rope!
I thought this was so cool. I did it to every kid who would
let me, and I made up all sorts of variations. Eventually
I made the connection to hypnosis, and then I read everything
I could on that, and practiced on a neighbor kid who had a
crush on me. I bet he still doesn't remember some of that.
Heh.
When I started dating in junior high school, I'm afraid I
took ruthless advantage of my hypnotic skills, and did terrible
things for which I shall always bear the shame.
Well, a little shame.
On the bright side, my dates always treated me *very*
well. And I have not ever had trouble getting a guy to wear a
condom.
Or anything else, really.
But anyway... when Jenny came to me with her problem, I'd
been playing around with making videos. The sort of evil mind-
control hypnosis videos that always figure in the plots of bad
spy movies-- you know, where a friend of the hero watches one
and turns into a hypnotized zombie assassin. I didn't really
think that sort of thing would work in real life, but I didn't
especially care, since I hadn't originally planned to show them
to anyone. I was making them as a sort of self-therapy to get
over a recent breakup.
Some people smash dishes; some people write nasty letters to
their exes; I make evil mind-control hypnosis videos.
It was great fun because I was making the video that-- in my
revenge fantasy scenario-- I would show to my ex to make her
come crawling back on her hands and knees to beg me to allow her
to serve me in the most degrading and humiliating ways possible.
It had been only my second ever relationship with a woman, I had
just decided finally that yes I am definitely bisexual, and then
she up and dumps me for some bimbo theater major. Ooh, but I
was pissed. I'm not amoral enough to actually take that sort of
revenge-- er, well, not since junior high school anyway-- but
that doesn't mean I couldn't enjoy thinking about it. And,
making a video.
I called it "Obedient Girlfriend." Then, feeling like maybe
symmetry in this sort of thing was only fair, I made a for-men
version and called it "Obedient Boyfriend".
And I was just putting the finishing touches on the second
one when Jenny came to me with her problem. And I thought-- I
might have been just a little drunk at that point-- why not?
I had designed the suggestions to be very sneaky, at least
at first, since they were supposed to ensnare an ex-lover who
was actively suspicious if not downright hostile. It would
probably hit Jenny's willing-but-shy beau like a sledgehammer.
But even if it didn't work, it would probably get them talking
about sex, which is all I figured they really needed. And
either way, I would get to see what effect it had had.
I explained the background to Jenny, and she was gleefully
eager. "I'll make him want to have sex with me every time I
say some trigger word, like... 'the.'"
"Jenny, sometimes you scare even me."
"Okay, so how does this work? Do I just show him the video?
Do I have to be out of the room? What should I tell him?"
"Just get him to watch the video. When it ends, he will be
in a trance," (I hoped) " and ready to follow any commands
you want to give him. When you're ready to wake him up, tell
him to count up from one to five, waking up on five. He
probably won't remember what happened while he was under,
especially if you distract him with a question or something as
soon as he wakes up. But any commands you've given him will
still be in effect. Later, when you want to put him under
again, just say 'Obedient Boyfriend.'"
"Hah! Ooh, this is going to be fun."
"It's okay to watch it with him-- the suggestions are very
gender-specific; you probably won't even go into trance. Of
course, maybe to be fair I should lend him the 'Obedient
Girlfriend' one..."
"Don't you dare. So what's so gender-specific, anyway?"
"Take a look." I popped the tape in the VCR and turned the
TV on. Just then the phone rang.
It was Cathy calling to commiserate over my recent break-up,
and I took the call in my bedroom and got into a nice long
rant about infidelity and ungrateful bimbos and really, it was
very satisfying. But I forgot about Jenny, which wouldn't
have been a problem except for the mistake which I learned
about when I finally remembered, said goodbye to Cathy, and
came back in the room.
Jenny was sitting slackjawed, staring blankly at the screen.
"Jenny? Are you ok?"
"Yes... Mistress."
"Oh, shit."
---
A quick check confirmed my fear: I'd put the tapes back in
the wrong boxes after editing them, and I'd shown Jenny the
"Obedient Girlfriend" tape by mistake.
Well, at least I knew it worked.
I decided to be upfront about the problem. "Jenny, can you
hear me?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I've shown you the wrong tape by mistake."
"Yes, Mistress."
"You are now my sex slave."
"Yes, Mistress."
Damn! Why did I say that? Letting my libido do my thinking
for me again. It had been a few weeks since I'd been with
anyone, and Jenny is *very* cute, and I knew she was horny--
probably more so after what she just watched-- and...
No. None of that. She's just a friend. Be firm.
"But what you really want is sex with Tim."
"I do?"
"Yes. What you really want is sex with Tim." Firm.
"What I really want is sex with Tim. Yes, Mistress."
"That's good. Now, you can borrow my other video and
enslave Tim. And once he's entranced, you can have your
wicked way with him."
"Have my wicked way with him. Yes, Mistress."
"Satisfy your deepest desires with Tim."
"Satisfy my deepest desires with Tim."
"That's right. Satisfy your deepest desires with Tim.
Now, I'm going to wake you up, and you don't need to
remember this little mistake ever happened, OK?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Ok. Now count up for me from 1 to 5, becoming more and
more awake with each number, until at 5 you are completely
awake. Ready? Go."
"One... two... three... four... five."
"Hey, was it raining when you came in?"
"What?"
"I was thinking of going to the store-- do you think I
need an umbrella?"
"Um... no. No, it was sunny. Um..."
"Something wrong?"
"I don't think so. I... I don't know. I guess not."
"Cool. So, are you going to try out this video?" I had
swapped the tapes back while Jenny was out, so I handed her
the "Boyfriend" tape now.
"Oh. Yeah! Yeah, thanks."
"Let me know how it goes, OK?"
"You know it! See you later."
I saw Jenny out and then, behind the closed door, breathed
a sigh of relief. Yikes. But then, she *had* looked really
cute when she sat there with her eyes closed, saying "Yes,
Mistress..."
No. None of that. Firm.
---
I put the whole thing out of my mind until later that
evening, when for a lark I decided to look over the "Obedient
Girlfriend" tape once again to remind me exactly what was on
it, exactly what poor Jenny had insinuated into her
subconscious. I had to admit a certain secret glee that my
creation had worked so well. With any luck, right now she was
satisfying her deepest desires with hypnotized studmuffin Tim;
and as I played through the suggestions I'd recorded earlier,
along with some very enchanting visual effects if I do say so
myself, I felt the vicarious thrill of helping a friend get laid.
I wondered what the two of them were up to now... I *had* been
in quite the mood when I made the videos. I wondered how much
effect this had had on Jenny's imagination. I wondered if
they would try *that* position, for instance, or if Jenny
would make him do... ooh! *that*, or...
"Your deepest desire," my recorded voiceover said, "is to
kneel before your Mistress. Your deepest desire is to kneel
before your Mistress. Your deepest desire..." Uh-oh.
My doorbell rang.
Hoping it was just a lost pizza delivery person, I went to
the door and opened it.
There, kneeling on my doorstep, were Jenny and Tim. In
matching black lace teddies... just like the ones in my videos.
"Please let us serve you Mistress," said Jenny, and they both
bent to kiss my feet.
"Aaaah!" I said, or something equally coherent. "Get inside
before someone sees you!" As they dashed into the apartment,
I took a quick look right and left to see if anyone was watching,
then hastily shut the door.
When I turned around, they were kneeling at my feet again--
so close I nearly tripped over them. "Whoa!" I yelped again.
"That is *not* a good place to kneel. Um, why don't you two
amuse yourselves on the couch while I think for a moment?"
"Yes, Mistress," they chorused, and hopped up onto the couch
while I ducked into the kitchen to put a pot of coffee on and
hide for a few seconds. When next I looked in on them, they
were sprawled on the couch, staring blankly into space, wiggling
their butts a bit and beginning to inch their hands down between
their legs.
---
I paced, waited for the water to boil, and thought.
---
By the time the coffee was ready, I had come to a decision.
I had tried to keep this situation from developing-- I had sent
Jenny away and told her to do her thing-- but it had just come
back again. Even if watching the "Obedient Boyfriend" video
wouldn't ordinarily have put Jenny in a trance, the wording
was similar enough to the Girlfriend video that she must have
been extra-susceptible after having just watched it. That, and
the unfortunate coincidence of my telling Jenny to fulfill her
"deepest desire"-- which the videos told her was to kneel at my
feet... Well, all that was my fault.
But she can't have been completely averse to the idea, or she
wouldn't be here. Admittedly, I had used every dirty trick I
could think of in making those videos-- revenge fantasies are
supposed to be evil, that's what's fun about them. But you
still can't make someone do something with hypnosis unless *some*
part of them is willing. Hm.
I walked back into the living room. The amorous duo gasped
as they heard me come in, and struggled to open their eyes to
look at me. "Mistress!" they moaned.
"That's right. You can keep your eyes closed, and keep
touching yourselves. Just focus on my voice. You know you can't
come without my permission, so just let the pleasure build as
you listen to my voice. Feel the pleasure as you obey me."
"Yes, Mistress!" they gasped.
"Jenny, you're a very obedient girlfriend now, aren't you?"
"Oh! Yes, Mistress." I could see her body sag as she heard
her key phrase, and her voice was a bit softer and more faraway
when she answered. I'd left them both alone for a while, but
I wanted to make sure she was deep in trance for this part.
"That's very good, Jenny, and I can see you feel very open to
me now. You want to open yourself further to me, to share all
the deepest most intimate parts of yourself with me, don't you
Jenny?"
"Yes, Mistress," she breathed.
"That's good, Jenny, because you're such an obedient
girlfriend, and I want to know you very intimately. Had you
ever had sexual feelings or fantasies about me before today?"
"Yes..." she blushed. "I had... a dream about you. About
being with you...after we talked about vibrators..."
"That's very sweet, Jenny. I like that. I want you to tell
me about this dream later-- I know you'll feel shy about it
when you're awake, but it will keep coming up in your mind and
you'll realize that you want to tell me-- the more shy you feel
about it, the more you'll want to tell me, until you just blurt
it out, you can't help yourself. And it will feel *so* good
to tell me all your most intimate secret fantasies."
Jenny shivered. "Oooh, yes Mistress."
"But for now, it's enough for me to know that you fantasized
about me, that you wanted me, even before watching my videotape
made you my obedient girlfriend, my sex slave. Now, I can take
advantage of you in good conscience."
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Now, Tim, you're a very obedient boyfriend now, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress." Tim had a quiet baritone voice that sent
shivers down my neck. I liked Jenny's taste in men.
"And you're Jenny's obedient boyfriend, aren't you Tim?"
"Yes, Mistress." He sighed happily.
"Open your eyes and look at Jenny, Tim."
"Yes..." he slowly opened his eyes to stare glassily at his
fellow sex-slave.
"Do you see how turned on your girlfriend Jenny is, Tim?"
Jenny was slowly grinding her hips against her right hand,
which was buried deep in her crotch. Her other hand wandered
across her breasts, down over her thighs, and back again. Her
eyes were shut tight, but her lips were parted to let out a
stream of soft sighs and moans.
"Yes, Mistress," said Tim.
"A truly obedient boyfriend has certain duties when his
girlfriend is turned on, Tim. And he loves to get her turned
on as often as possible. It makes you feel good to see Jenny
like this, doesn't it?"
"Yes..."
"And I know you're very eager to fulfill your duties now,
aren't you Tim?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Your duty, Tim, is to please her in all the ways that she
most desires. Your duty is to caress her and kiss her and
pleasure her in every way that she wants. Your duty is to
fulfil Jenny's needs. And Jenny needs to be fucked, right
now. Don't you, Jenny?"
"Yes, Mistress! Oh, please..."
"Tell us what you need, Jenny."
"I need to be fucked! Oh, I need to be fucked, Mistress!"
"Tim, do your duty."
"Yes, Mistress!" Tim scrambled over to kneel against the
couch between Jenny's legs, while she slid down to the edge
of the cushion to bring her crotch closer to him, both blinking
their eyes open slowly.
"Stop." I grinned as they froze, frustrated desire clear in
every line of their bodies. "Jenny, while you are making love
to Tim, you will find that you have no control over your
mouth-- everything that you think and want and feel will come
pouring out, everything that passes through your head will
immediately be spoken by your uncontrollably babbling mouth.
Do you understand this? Can you feel it starting to happen
now?"
"Yes, Mistress. Oh, God I want Tim I want him now I want
his thick hard cock inside me right now touch me oh please I'm
so close to his cock and I know he wants it inside me and..."
"And Tim, when I say 'go,' until I say 'stop,' you will
find that your body obeys Jenny's desires exactly, do you
understand? Anything that Jenny says she wants, your body
will do, and you will find yourself completely unable to take
any actions for yourself or stop yourself from obeying Jenny's
every word. You will be Jenny's sex toy, until I say 'stop.'
Do you understand this, Tim?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"... inside my pussy right now it's so close I can just
reach out and grab it and feel his strong arms around me and..."
Jenny was pretty worked up by now, and I thought she
deserved a longer experience than she was likely to drive Tim
to. Besides, I was starting to enjoy teasing her. From my
position I could just see the curve of her breast underneath
Tim's well-muscled chest, and his tight butt rising from
between her thighs. My camera was out of film, so I'd have
to appreciate the sight while it lasted.
"Tim, right now I want you to kiss Jenny."
He leaned down and put his lips to hers, and she immediately
shut up and started kissing him back with all her might. Well,
almost all-- one or two words escaped around the edges. I
wondered what that felt like.
"Now slowly press your body against hers, as you kiss her."
Tim awkwardly but eagerly settled between Jenny's legs,
which quickly wrapped themselves around his back. Not the
best position to show off his butt, but it still looked pretty
fine.
"Stop kissing Jenny, Tim, and now-- go."
"Oh, get that cock inside me right now! Oh, yes, right
*there* and OH! Yes, oh fuck me Tim Fuck me yes, oh slower
oh push MMM oh fuck oh OW stop no start oh keep going Oh God
harder yes right like that oh more oh YES OH MORE YES OH OHH
come Tim YES OH!"
Both bodies convulsed and held rigidly still for a while,
then awkwardly began to settle.
"OH! Oh. Oh. Mmh. Mmh..."
I waited a moment, watching their ecstasy turn to langor.
Oh, what the hell. I went into the kitchen and poured some
more coffee. When I came back they were still in the same
position. Wouldn't do for them to get stiff.
"Jenny and Tim, in a little while it will be time for you
to go. You will both go home together, to one of your
apartments, and you will settle into bed together and fall
asleep, remembering nothing about this evening except that
you made love and it was wonderful. In the morning you will
feel so good to wake up together that you will make love
again immediately, and tonight will become just a dream to
you, a hot fantasy that you might want to pursue later.
And Jenny, your subconscious will remember that you're an
Obedient Girlfriend for me now, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress..." she mumbled happily.
"Yes, and you want to tell me all your hottest fantasies.
And you'll need to tell me all about your first time with
Tim, and the dreams you had, and the thoughts you had about
me, as soon as you can, won't you?"
"Yes, Mistress..."
"Yes, you will come share your secrets with me tomorrow.
But right now it is almost time to go. Tim, you can stop
being Jenny's sex toy now, but you're still her Obedient
Boyfriend, aren't you?"
"Yes, Mistress..." mumbled Tim.
"And now you must go home with your girlfriend and fall
asleep with her. Both of you, up now! It's time to go.
Time go go home now. Up you go!"
They groggily untangled themselves and stumbled towards
the door. Shit! Clothes! The now-dissheveled black lace
teddies were cute, but... "Stop!" I called out. Rummaging
through the closet, I found a trenchcoat and a long rain
coat for them to wear-- a little small for Tim, and they'd
look like flashers, but that couldn't be helped-- and
urged them into them. Then bundled the two out the door.
Damn. Now, where did I leave my vibrator? And-- hm...
what was my ex's new address? ...
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