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Marianne's Photo Session
Chapter Two - Marianne's Submission
by Mountain Man
Hi! My name is Marianne. I wanted to tell you about an amazing photo
session I 
had a few days ago. It was just incredible - a fantasy, actually. When
I think 
about it, I feel like I should be embarrassed, but somehow it all just
seems 
natural and perfect. It's a bit odd; but I don't want to think about
that right 
now.
It all started about a week ago. A girl friend of mine told me about
this guy 
who does photo shoots for girls who'd like to get into modeling.
Although he's 
an amateur, my friend told me that he's very talented. The best thing
about it 
is that he does it all for free; he only asks for rights to use any of
the 
photos that he shoots. It really sounded too good to be true. I was a
bit 
suspicious, and asked my friend if I was going to have to do any
explicit 
photos, or anything else to "pay" for the session (you know what I
mean, some 
guys can be such creeps). She said that he was ok and suggested I give
him a 
call. She knows I've always wanted to try modeling, so I went ahead
and gave him 
a ring.
The photo session was great. He has a really soothing way of doing a
shoot; I 
couldn't believe how relaxed I felt. He kept talking to me, and I felt
so free 
and easy as I moved for the camera. The time just flew by! It felt
like about 15 
minutes, but when I looked at the clock, we had been at it for over 2
hours. At 
the end of the session, I felt so good; it was so much fun!
I told him at the start that I didn't want any pictures that were
sexual, and he 
was a perfect gentleman. By the end, I found myself wishing I'd been a
little 
more daring, and asked him if we could do another session, something a
bit more 
revealing. It's funny, when I first met him, I wasn't attracted to him
at all, 
but by the time I left, I was noticing how sexy he is, and was feeling
rather 
turned on.
It was several days until our second shoot, and during that time I
kept thinking 
about posing for erotic, revealing pictures. It would be such fun to
undress in 
front of the camera. I have to admit, I had a couple of sessions by
myself under 
the sheets, my thoughts filled with the fantasy of doing a slow, sexy 
strip-tease. I felt so aroused as I imagined posing for the camera,
and 
displaying my body. I wanted to show myself to him and to the camera.
I wanted 
that so much.
I could hardly wait for Saturday afternoon. When it finally arrived, I
was 
trembling with anticipation. I showed up at his place a few minutes
early; I 
just couldn't wait any longer. He welcomed me in and invited me to get
comfortable, telling me that he had a bit more setup before he'd be
ready. While 
I waited for him, I wandered over to a bookshelf, and scanned the
titles. To my 
surprise, there was a whole shelf on hypnotism.
I have to admit, hypnosis is my secret fantasy. Ever since I was a
little girl, 
I've dreamed of being hypnotized; it's such a turn on! I lie alone in
bed at 
night, stroking myself, and think about being hypnotized and turned
into an 
obedient slavegirl. When I saw the hypnosis books, my whole body began
to 
tingle. It was as if someone was running their hands over my skin,
warming and 
arousing me.
I felt so excited; I wanted him to hypnotize me. When I asked if he
was 
interested in hypnosis, he told me that it's a hobby of his. I asked
if he would 
hypnotize me, but he seemed a bit reluctant. I kept pressing; I was so
excited. 
I know that I shouldn't have been so eager, but I couldn't help
myself, I wanted 
it so much. I felt my need, my desire, so strongly, so intensely - I
wanted to 
be his hypnotized slavegirl. I was practically begging him to
hypnotize me. 
Finally, I told him that I'd do anything to be hypnotized. He asked
what I 
meant, and blushing with embarrassment, I whispered that I'd be his
hypnotized 
sex toy.
He placed a hand under my chin, and raised my head so that I was
gazing into his 
eyes. His eyes were dark, compelling, and I could feel myself begin to
fall into 
them. He asked me if I wanted to go deep for him, and serve him, and I
nodded 
silently, while continuing to stare into his eyes. He was talking
softly, gently 
stroking my temples. At first, I was very focused on his voice and his
words. I 
heard him telling me that I felt very relaxed, and that my body was
very heavy. 
I could feel myself responding, each sensation he suggested becoming
so real for 
me. I grew heavy and drowsy. I knew I must keep my eyes open until he
gave me 
permission to close them, although I wanted to so badly.
After a while, things began to fade away. It was like looking down a
misty 
tunnel; all I could see was his eyes. His voice seemed to come from
far away. I 
couldn't focus on it any longer, but somehow I knew that I was
responding to 
each word. It was such a weird feeling - like being in a dream, but
also so 
aware of him, and of my body. I think my eyelids were blinking, they
felt so 
heavy. I was made of lead, yet floating at the same time. I know it
doesn't make 
sense, but that's how it was.
After a while, his voice came back into focus. God, what a sexy voice.
I wanted 
so much to listen to it, to hang onto every word. My eyes were closed
now, which 
made it easier to really concentrate on his voice. I wanted to do
everything he 
told me; his voice was making me feel sooooo good. It was so easy to
respond 
now. He was asking me questions, and I had to tell him what he wanted
to hear.
"Yes, I love the sound of your voice. Yes, I want to respond to you.
Yes, I feel 
submissive. Yes, I love feeling submissive. Yes, it feels so good to
follow your 
voice. Yes, I'm so deep for you. Yes, I love being deep. Yes, I want
you to take 
me deeper and deeper. Yes, being hypnotized arouses me. Yes, I love
being deeply 
hypnotized by you. Yes, I'm so excited. Yes, I'm very wet and aroused.
Yes, I 
want to submit deeply to you. Yes, I want to obey you. Yes, I want you
to 
command me. Yes, it arouses me to be submissive and obedient."
His suggestions were so powerful. Or perhaps they weren't suggestions,
but 
simply things he was doing to my body; I'm really not sure. I heard
him tell me 
that I couldn't open my eyes, and he asked me to try. I felt his
thumbs very 
gently but firmly holding my eyelids shut. Or maybe it wasn't his
thumbs, I'm 
not sure; it was so hard to tell what was real, and what wasn't. I
tried to open 
my eyes, but he exerted just enough pressure to make it impossible. He
told me 
to try harder, but my eyelids each weighed a ton. I struggled so hard
to force 
them open, but they wouldn't budge. When he told me to stop trying, I
heaved a 
sigh of relief and relaxed even more deeply.
I felt his hands circling my wrists, pulling them upward. Again, he
felt so 
irresistible. I tried to keep my hands by my sides, but I couldn't
control them. 
He was pulling them up ... up ... up. Within moments they were
stretched over my 
head. I felt helpless, trapped, deeply controlled. I tried to move my
arms, to 
release myself, but his grasp was much too firm. I was completely in
his power. 
I felt fingertips brushing my nipples. It was the strangest, but most
erotic 
sensation. My eyes were shut, so I couldn't see what he was doing. The
sensations on my breasts were so light, I couldn't tell if he was
really 
touching me or if I was just imagining it, but my nipples were
stretched so 
tight and felt so tingly.
God, I was hot. I couldn't believe how much this was turning me on. I
knew I'd 
do anything for him. I began to feel a desire to undress for him. I
hoped that 
he'd use me, make me his sex toy. He was so sexy, and I wanted so much
to submit 
to him and please him. I felt an urge to tell him everything. I began
to babble, 
uncontrollably.
"Oh, this is getting me so turned on - so hot and aroused. I want to
be 
submissive for you. I want to show you my body, and give myself to
you. I want 
to become your slavegirl. Can I call you "Master"? Can I please? I
want it so 
much. I really need it. Can I? Please?"
His hands released my wrists suddenly, and they dropped heavily to my
sides. As 
my hands slammed against my thighs, I felt a wave pass through me - a
wave of 
deep relaxation, and a desire for obedience. My head slumped forward
onto my 
chest. I felt so drowsy, yet so focused on his voice, and my desire to
please 
him. I was aware of my own voice. It was someone else speaking; I
watched from 
the outside. I could hear what he said, could hear what I said, but I
seemed to 
float apart, a passive observer. It was the weirdest sensation, but it
felt so 
great.
"Oh thank you, Master. Yes, you are my Master and I must serve you.
Yes, I want 
to serve you so much. Yes Master, serving you is my deepest desire.
Yes Master, 
serving you is my only desire. Yes Master, it feels sooooo good when I
obey you. 
Yes Master, my deepest thoughts are of obedience to you. Yes Master,
please 
train me to serve you more deeply and completely. Yes Master, please
take me 
even deeper, so I can become a perfectly obedient slavegirl."
It was almost like when he held my eyelids and my wrists, but now he
was holding 
my mind. I know that sounds strange, but there's no other way I can
describe it. 
I could almost feel him placing pressure on my thoughts, holding them,
guiding 
them firmly in directions he suggested. Not that I was resisting this
pressure 
and movement. Far from it; in fact, I felt deep pleasure following his
lead, as 
he molded and manipulated my thoughts. My mind felt loose, relaxed,
open. I 
loved having him control me. I was yearning for his commands. It felt
so good 
when he told me what to think, what to feel, and even more wonderful
to discover 
how very, very easy it was to follow his instructions - to do exactly
what he 
suggested.
I noticed a cool breeze on my breasts and thighs. I could tell that I
was 
unclothed, although I had no recollection of undressing or being
undressed. I 
opened my eyes, and gazed up at him from where I was kneeling. I
couldn't 
remember assuming that position, but it felt so natural and wonderful
to be on 
my knees in submission before him. His voice caressed me, and I could
feel my 
body tingling with arousal. He wasn't touching me, or at least I don't
think he 
was, but my body felt as if it were being stroked. My nipples were
rock-hard, 
and I could feel moisture leaking down my thighs. I was ready to
orgasm, but 
knew that a slavegirl must wait for permission. I couldn't believe it;
I hadn't 
even touched myself and I was ready to cum.
He told me that I was allowed to ask for what I wanted, and I felt so
grateful. 
"Please Master, let your slavegirl cum. Please, please, Master, I need
it so 
much. I know I must obey, and wait for your signal. Please, let me,
Master. 
Please, I'll be so obedient. I'll do anything to please you, my
Master. Please, 
please, please."
I was so needy. Invisible fingers were lightly stroking my slit, over
and over 
and over again, holding me right on the edge. I began to feel that I'd
go crazy 
if I couldn't orgasm. All thoughts were gone except for my needs - to
serve him, 
to obey him, to cum wildly. My universe consisted of my throbbing
pussy, my 
puckered nipples, and his eyes burning into me. I was held there,
helpless, as I 
begged, moaned, tears beginning to leak from the corners of my eyes. I
had never 
wanted anything so badly. I knew that I'd do anything - absolutely
anything - if 
he'd only allow me release.
And then, the collar was there, held before me. He pressed it against
my nose, 
holding me in place, hand on the back of my neck. The rich and pungent
odor of 
leather filled my nostrils and filled my mind. I trembled and
shuddered as he 
drew it across my neck, the raw, slightly rough leather scraping my
skin 
lightly, so very lightly. Then the pressure and tension as he began to
encircle 
and tighten. I felt trapped, a captive animal, all my desire drawing
to a focus. 
I want this so much. To be his, to be owned, property, completely
subservient. A 
slave. I wanted to be a slave. His slave. All I could think of was
being a 
slave, and cumming. Cumming for him, as his slave. His obedient
slavegirl. 
Owned. Completely.
The collar was firm around my neck now, holding my head up. Tight.
Firm. 
Controlling. My symbol of submission and obedience. I was so very,
very close 
now. And then I knew. The last step. The final symbol. The push I
needed and 
craved. His hand at my neck. The tension. So close. Wanting it.
Needing it. 
Please. Make me yours. Permanently. Please. Do it. Please. The
pressure. The 
click of the lock. And the release. Cumming. Over and over and over
again. Waves 
of sensation flooding my body and mind. I saw him place the key on its
cord 
around his neck and then tuck it inside his shirt. Yes. He held me. I
was his 
until he released me, if ever. Cumming and cumming and cumming and
cumming.
I felt his lips against my ear, and knew that he was whispering into
it, but I 
couldn't focus. A small vestige of consciousness was aware that he was
instructing me, training me, programming me, as I orgasmed. I could
feel his 
words sinking deeply into my open and pliant mind, permanently
transforming me, 
deepening and intensifying my obedience, even though it was impossible
to know 
exactly what he was doing; I was so lost in my own world of pleasure.
His hand on my neck forced my head and upper body downward, while the
other 
hand, wrapped around my waist, lifted my hips upward. He pressed
against my 
moist opening, and I could feel his cock begin to slide into me. It
felt so 
huge, stretching and filling me, as I continued to orgasm. Now that my
pussy had 
something to grip in its rhythmic clenching, the spasms became even
stronger. He 
was deep inside me, moving slowly, so slowly, sliding in and out, the
pressure 
so firm, so intense. I was so wet, so open, so full. And I came, and I
came, and 
I came.
I was on the verge of passing out, yet I couldn't stop. My body
couldn't stop. I 
was under his control. Completely under his control. He had told me to
cum for 
him, and I would cum until he let me stop. I had no choice. I was his
hypnotized 
slavegirl - his sex toy. He was moving faster now, pressing so deep,
so hard. He 
grasped both my nipples, and pinched them lightly. I was screaming
now, "Yes, 
Master, yes. Take me. Use me. Fill me. Please, fill me with your cock,
Master. 
Fill your slavegirl full, Master." He was pistoning so quickly now, so
smoothly. 
And then I felt him begin to pump deep inside my quivering body,
spurting into 
me, over and over again.
I must have passed out. When I regained awareness, I was sitting on
his couch, 
fully clothed. He was sitting beside me, smiling, also clothed. I had
a moment 
of doubt; had it happened at all? Had I simply imagined the whole
scene? Then I 
became aware of the squishy warmth between my legs, together with that
lovely 
"well used" sensation, and knew that it was all real.
I felt a flash of arousal. It was real. He had hypnotized me. He had
made me his 
slavegirl, his sex toy, had used my mind and my body. God, this was so
hot! I 
felt an intense desire to do something for him, to thank him, to
please him. I 
sank to the floor, crawled between his knees, and began to fumble with
his 
zipper. Thinking about it now, it seems kinda weird to me. I've never
been 
sexually aggressive; I always let the man take the lead, but I felt a 
compulsion. I had to have his cock. In my mouth. I wanted it so much.
I couldn't stop. I felt such intense desire. I wanted to suck him. I
wanted to 
feel him cum. I wanted to obey. I slid my lips over his cock, feeling
it 
lengthen and stiffen as it slid down my throat. I wanted to take him
all the way 
in. I had to. It's my job to please him. It's what I'm made for. I
began to 
suck, slowly sliding up and down his hard shaft, making sure I went as
deep as 
possible on each down-stroke. I needed to thank him for hypnotizing
me. I need 
to. Need.
I wanted to feel him cum so badly. Maybe if I took him even deeper. I
had never 
deep-throated a guy like this before. But I wanted it so much. The
compulsion 
was so strong, so irresistible. Deeper. Oh god. Please, please, cum
for me, I 
thought. My throat was so open, and so relaxed, as I slid all the way
down on 
each stroke. It felt so good. I knew that when I tasted his cum, I was
going to 
orgasm again. Please, cum for me. Please give it to me. Please.
Please. Oh, oh, 
oh, oh, oh.
I was spasming wildly as I drank his hot liquid. It tasted so good,
and I could 
feel it making me orgasm. I wanted more and more and more. I sucked
and sucked, 
until he began to soften, and then I sank to the floor, exhausted.
After a long, long time, in a fuzzy stupor, almost asleep, I began to
rouse. I 
settled myself on the couch next to him, and gave him a long, slow,
warm kiss. 
He looked at me with those deep, sexy eyes of his, and I asked if he'd
want more 
with me in the future.
"I'd love to be trained by you. I want you to hypnotize me, more and
more 
deeply, and teach me to serve you - teach me total obedience. I want
to become 
totally yours. Would you like that?" He assured me that it would be
his 
pleasure, and we smiled at each other.
I asked when he'd like to see me again, and he told me not to worry
about it. 
I'd know when it was time to return. He suggested that I just let go,
and not 
try to resist any compulsive urges. I smiled as he said that, thinking
about how 
turned-on I'd be anytime I felt the effects of his hypnotic control.
We kissed at the door, and then I was driving home, my mind in a
whirl. I still 
can't believe this happened. And when I think about the fact that at
some point, 
I have no idea when, I'll slip into a trance and return to him, to do
his 
bidding, I get so hot! Just thinking about it now is getting me so
horny. I hope 
you'll excuse me, I need to go take care of myself.



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