Disclaimer: The following is an act of fiction in which an unhealthy habit is eroticized. So do not try this at home. The smoking that is. Feel free to hypnotize one and all of your closest friends and loved ones. BTW do not copy without the authors permission or he (or she) will sends hundreds of hypnotized zombie bimbo love slaves after you who will do unspeakable things to you at least some of which you will not enjoy. Email the author with all of your positive feedback and suggestions on how to acquire said hundreds of zombie love slaves to Dou7g@yahoo.com
“No, very no, not happening type no.” This was my reaction to the sudden appearance of an ex-boyfriend. Not calm, but very straightforward. More specifically it was a response to his request for dollars, thousands of them.
Marty just stared at me in that glazed detached way he had of whenever the world wasn’t going exactly the way he wanted. As if the idea of my saying no simply hadn’t occurred to him.
I suppose a bit of background is in order at this point. Many years ago we had a hot, torrid affair filled with rampant sex and bitter arguments. We had nothing in common, and apart from physically, we liked absolutely nothing about each other. Need I say the sex was incredible? I thought not.
Anyway that had all ended years ago, and I had no idea he even knew where I lived. Though certainly a little thought and research would have turned the information up over the internet. The thing was I never thought him capable of either. Probably had some guy do it now that I thought about it.
“C’mon” he said “what’s a little money between friends?” And the little bastard even batted his eyes at me when he said it. The years had hardened his face; it was less feminine now, not as pretty. But his eyes were still beautiful, with long black eyelashes. And he was still whipcord thin, his torso flat with two tiny bumps of hard pecs, a concavity meant for running one’s hands over, up over the muscles and then down to other firmness. Okay, he still did it for me. But I no longer thought solely with my cock. I had learned a thing or three getting to this point in my life.
“How can I make this clear to you? One, we’re not friends, ex-lovers at best. Two, it’s a lot of money not a little. Three how would I explain it to my fiancée the sudden disappearance of three thousand dollars from our bank account. And fourth, why the hell should I give you any money for any reason. We left on bad terms, you treated me like crap while we were seeing each other, and I can’t count the money I’ve given you in the past.”
He just smiled at me in the self contented manner of the hardcore pothead. I fumed. Why was I upset and he calm as could be? He was the one asking me for money, he should be nervous and unsettled and trying to justify himself. I should be in control of this situation. Thinking like this has always led me into trouble before.
“Are we clear? Not happening. Go and get a sign saying will suck dick for cash and go stand on the freeway somewhere, capish?”
“We’re clear. Since you won’t help me out is it okay if I smoke while we talk about old times?”
“Actually no it’s not…” My voice trailed off as I watched the flame pour forth from his lighter engulfing the tip of his cigarette. It seemed to burn brighter than any flame I’d seen before as it danced back and forth in the slight wind. It winked out but I saw it’s afterimage in my mind’s eye as I felt him approach. I still felt slightly dazed by the image of the flame as he came even closer and then blew his smoke into my face. I felt the tendrils of smoke tickly my nose and wrap around my brain, tentacles of smoke caressing my nerves and wrapping my thoughts in a haze. I felt the thrill of his body so close to mine.
“You don’t really want to say no to me do you” he asked me. I wondered if his voice had always been this musical. It sounded like golden bells tinkling in the wind. I wanted to agree with him, about anything and everything. I nodded enthusiastically.
He reached out with his hand and captured my chin. He turned my face so I stared into his eyes. They were more beautiful than ever, a golden brown liquid drowning me in their depths.
“You want to do absolutely anything to make me happy don’t you?” Staring into his eyes the truth of those words seemed as obvious as the blueness of the sky, as natural as breathing. Of course I would do anything to make him happy. Just so I could stare into those beautiful eyes and feel this wonderfully at peace and content.
“You’d even go down on me, right here and now in the view of your neighbors and lovely fiancée?” Of course I would. I thought about how wonderful it would feel to kneel in front of him, undoing his pants and freeing his magnificent cock. Then I could wrap my lips around it, take his shaft in one hand, use my spit as lubricant and work the shaft while I sucked the head and tip, using my tongue to apply extra pressure and warmth. I started to kneel but he stopped me.
“Not yet slave, I haven’t given you permission.” I sighed in disappointment. I was actually excited by the idea and sad that I wouldn’t be allowed to please him in that way.
“Don’t worry slave, I’ll let you soon enough.” I was happy. He’d called me slave again and told me I’d be allowed to suck his cock. Life was good.
He continued to smoke, staring at me and holding me captive with his eyes. God, they were beautiful. He was beautiful. Then he told me what had happed.
“I’m so glad you told me how you were into erotic hypnosis. One night while we were ‘play-acting’ I gave you a post hypnotic suggestion that if I ever lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in your face you would be overwhelmed with sexual attraction for me and become completely submissive to my will. A little fail-safe in case you ever developed immunity to my real life attractions. And it worked too, didn’t it my little pet?”
I nodded. It had worked, I felt totally submissive to his will. I wanted to please him in every possible way. And my cock throbbed. I wanted him, to touch him and please him and roll his cock around in my mouth. Maybe if I begged and had pleased him enough he would even fuck me. I felt a pleasurable burning through my ass as my prostate warmed at the thought. Imagining him inside me I sighed deeply with anticipation and pleasure.
“I’m actually surprised how well this has worked out. So I think we’re going to take the next step. I think I’d like your girl needs to become my slave too. I know some girls who would really enjoy using her.”
Some part of me rebelled at this. I didn’t mind being his slave, it felt completely natural. But my fiancée was a nice, sweet girl and didn’t deserve to suffer because I was now my ex’s sexual slave. But I didn’t know how to fight his hold on me.
He was still staring into my eyes and must have seen signs of my internal conflict there. “Can this be right? You’re thinking of disobeying me?” I wanted to deny it but it was true. I nodded miserably.
“Why? Is it because you care about this, no doubt, big-tittied fiancée of yours?” Again I nodded. “And you want to protect her?” He laughed and it wasn’t musical at all. It was sinister and malevolent. I had to do something but my body and mind were languid.
“You can’t resist me. You don’t even want to. Just listen to my voice, only hear my voice. Your eyes are so heavy, so very heavy. It’s so nice to relax and just listen to my voice. You’re practically asleep already, so very tired.”
I was trying to resist. I knew he was hypnotizing me again. But his voice was so melodic, so rich and pleasant. And it was so nice to stare into his beautiful eyes and tell me what to do so I could please him. I blinked my eyes trying to keep them open but they felt heavier and heavier. My first blink took a second, my next one three. And then my eyes closed and I couldn’t open them. They were too heavy. And then I forgot about trying to open them and surrendered to the warm floating sensation. I still heard his voice but from very far away and couldn’t make out any words, just the wonderful presence of it and the very comfortable drifting sensation.
“Hi baby, how ya doing?” drawled my sweet fiancée. I had been lying on the bed reading and had to roll over to look at her. My book dropped to the floor as I saw what her scarlet satin robe highlighted rather than hid. She slid over the bed and straddled me, pushing me down in order to do so. She lit a cigarette from somewhere and then blew smoke towards the ceiling.
“Would you like some smoke?” she asked. I nodded, speech being beyond me at the moment. “Beg me” she said. And I did. With my eyes, if not my voice. She leaned over and blew smoke into my face and immediately I felt pleasantly distant and lightheaded. Then my eyes grew heavy and closed, entirely of their own volition. And as I drifted in my light trance while she used my body for her pleasure I remembered...
I pushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck.
“Hi baby, how you doing?” with a leer in my voice and a grin on my lips.
“Just fine at the moment; a little higher. Right by my earlobe, oooh. Very nice” she said. My hand drifted over her breast and I gave a little squeeze. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation.
“You’re pretty randy from just a trip to the store. Cute girl at the checkout line?”
“You guessed it in one, you know how smocks do it for me. Speaking of smock is a funny work, smock, smock smock…”
SMACK!
“What’d you slap me for?”
“Well one that was really annoying, and secondly you stole that bit from Calvin and Hobbes.”
“Yeah, I did” smiling fondly and rubbing my ear from where she’d twacked it pretty hard.
“Want me to kiss and make it better?” she offered. I just stuck my tongue at her. She stood up from her chair to kiss me. And eventually my ear. I kissed and bit her neck. Things were progressing nicely until I felt a hand caressing my neck. Only it wasn’t hers. It felt amazingly good though. Before I could react I heard a low throaty voice whisper in my ear to relax and my eyes became so heavy and my body went limp.
I assume he shoved me because I fell forward pinning Lisa to the ground with my weight.
“Grab her arms” he said and I did. Obeying him seemed the most natural thing in the world and I did it unquestioningly.
“What are you doing? Let me go! Who the fuck is he and why are you listening to him? John!!! You fucking asshole; let me go!”
I registered that someone I loved was screaming at me but I couldn’t think why. I was just obeying my master. It was like yelling at a bird for flying or the sun for shining. How could things be otherwise?
He leaned down over her, his face upside down to hers. The north-south position we called it in wrestling when we were feeling polite. He took a breath of smoke and blew it in her screaming face, then covering her mouth with his hand. He promptly removed his hand cursing loudly and sucking his finger where she’d bitten it.
“Choke her” he said and I did it. She struggled against me despite knowing it was futile. Seconds later she struggled merely to breath. Seconds after that she began to twitch and convulse but the thought of letting go never crossed my mind.
“Let go” he said and I complied instantly. It took half a minute for her to return to consciousness. She did so inhaling hugely in remembered hunger for air. He blew smoke in her face again as she did so.
“You’re helpless and soon you will be enslaved as completely as your fiancée. Doesn’t that please you? It will feel so good to be enslaved. So relaxed.”
“Fuck off” she said. “I don’t know what hold you have on him but I’m not that easy to break. Hell I dom him most of the time.”
“Touch her” he said. I began to play with her mound, pulling her skirt down to get to it. I rubbed it with the knife edge of my hand along her black silk panties, putting pressure with my thumb along the angle of her pelvis. She moaned a little against her will.
I had to release one arm in order to touch her and she struck me with it. Jabbing her stiffened fingers into my solar plexus was her first move. Then she attempted to grab my balls. I blocked it with my thigh and shifted my body. I continued to rub and squeeze her in a way I knew was distracting but she set her formidable will to ignoring it. I was concerned that she would find a way to crush my testicles but I was unable to defend myself without disobeying a command.
Marty eased this fear by restraining her other hand. He then began to whisper in her ear while I eased my hand inside the black silk and began massaging the clit. Her breath caught and she began a half whimper half moan that told me she was nearing climax. Her face gently smoothed from anger to a contented daze and her hips began rising to meet my hand, though consciously or not I couldn’t tell.
Her eyes fluttered, and then closed as resistance faded completely. The only motion was the slight rise and fall of her breasts and the gentle rocking of her hips into my hand. I began to explore her cleft with my fingers while teasing her clitoris with my thumb. Making small circles and large ones I heard her breath catch again.
Now Marty began speaking aloud to her. “When I breath smoke in your face, when you inhale the scent of my smoke you will climax longer and harder than you ever have in your whole life. And this climax will mark your transformation to a sex crazed slut. You cannot resist my will. You are so turned on, it feels so good to listen to my voice that you don’t want to fight. You want to be a sex starved slut. You love the idea that smoke makes you horny. You cannot resist. You don’t want to resist. You want to surrender, to feel the smoke wash away your will.
He inhaled and blew the smoke over her face. She came hard against my hand, hips thrusting and pushing me inside her nearly to my wrist. Orgasm rocked her pelvis, waves only slowly decreasing in force and intensity. Slowly she eased back into complete stillness, the only noise the sound of her breathing, the only motion the rise and fall of her generous chest.
“Wake up lover” she said and I opened my eyes to the present where she was riding me, her fingers running gently over my nipple. Suddenly she squeezed and I came hard inside her. She kissed me then hard, exhaling smoke into my lungs. I loved tasting smoke on her lips, the taste of slavery sweet to my tongue.