Marty considered what to do with the two hypnotized girls as he patted Slave Michael on his pretty little blond head.

"Go lie down baby" he said to the cock sucking slave. The slave obediently went into his room to lie down. Marty turned his attention to the two beautifully entranced girls. "Heather, Chelse, listen to me. Listen to my words. Feel my words wrapping around your brain. It's so nice to listen to my voice, my low sexy voice. It tickles your ears and sends tingles down your spine. You're getting moist as you feel a slow burning between your legs. So warm and moist. Getting hotter. So very hot. And wet. So very hot and wet as you listen to my voice. Feel your scalp prickle and tingle as my voice tickles your ears. You love listening to my voice. You want to touch yourself when you hear my voice. But you can't. You can't move a muscle unless I tell you to. You are completely under my control."

"Completely under my control. You can't move or speak without my permission. You can't even wriggle your buts against the couch to stimulate and ease the longing between your legs. So stop."

And the hypnotized girls stopped their wriggling which was a shame because they had very cute butts to wriggle. But they were thoroughly mesmerized by Marty's hypnotic voice.

"You want release don't you? You want to let go of the sexual tension building in you. You want to surrender completely to your bodies desires, your desires created by my lovely voice. My low, sexy voice. MY voice which is driving you completely crazy. But I will not allow you release, not yet. But you may touch your breasts. Softly, only with your fingertips."

Chelse and Heather immediately sent their hands in, unstrapping their bras and touching their nipples with their fingertips. Gently touching, running their fingertips softly over their rosy nipples and sensitive skin of the aureole. Then the skin of the underside and hollows of their breasts and cleavage. Touching themselves between their breasts. Running their fingers in gentle circles around their nipples. Surrendering to the pleasure of their own touch combined with their masters voice. But the enticement, and arousal of their soft fingertips only drove them further crazy for release. Release that could only come from their masters permission which brought them further under his subjugation.

"Listen to my voice. If you want to climax, if you want to release yourselves from the sexual longings building inside you, then you must surrender to me completely. You must surrender your will entirely to me. Holding back nothing, no area of your mind free of my delicious sensuous control. You can only find release by surrendering completely to me. You must obey my instructions completely. You long to obey my instructions. Only obedience brings you closer to release. Only obedience satisfies the longings of your sex. You must obey my commands. You long to obey my commands. Your sex throbs with desire to obey."

Now you may use more than your fingertips. You may use your hands to touch breasts. But only each others breasts. And you may remove each others shirts."

Hungrily the girls obeyed. Chelse's small hands rapidly pulling Heathers shirt over her head as the red head simultaneously struggled with the other girls tight baby doll tee. She had to stop in order to allow her shirt to be taken off. Then she yanked and tugged and finally tore the shirt with it's wanna play logo right off the petite blond. Those small budding breasts fell free, appealing framed by the girls long blond hair. Heather rolled the rosy nipples between her thumb and forefinger as she squeezed the small, pert breasts excitedly. Her own breasts were being kneaded by Chelse's surprisingly nimble hands.

Marty felt himself harden again as he watched the two girls desperately fondle each other. Absentmindedly he stroked his cock through his jeans and felt it twitch in response. He debated to himself if he wanted to interrupt the show to have one of them go down on him or whether he should summon the blond pretty boy from the room he'd sent him off too. He felt his cock throbbing harder as he watched the two girls go beyond his instructions and begin to kiss each other; first with a gentleness that contrasted with the excited grasping and kneading of their hands, then with an energy that matched and even transcended that of their roving, ravishing hands.

Marty called to Michael to come forth from his bed. Michael eagerly crawled over to Marty resting his head in his beloved Masters lap. Anticipating his masters needs he unzipped Marty's jeans and saw the cock he loved and worshiped peeking forth between the folds of his boxers. He went to take it in his lap but Marty's gentle soft hand restrained him. "Lick my ass" he said.

What was left of Michael that wasn't a slave recoiled from those words. Licking another man's ass was the ultimate in subjugation. Yes Marty was his master, yes he loved him but he wouldn't suck another man's ass. No way would he put his tongue up another man's shit hole! He struggled against the heady smells swirling around his head. Desperately he tried to block out the sound of Marty's voice. His low, throbbing, sexy voice. Still he felt his cock twitch and his ass burn as Marty said "Listen, you can't help but listen to my voice. You love the sound of my voice, it makes you feel so warm and hot. So receptive to my commands. You long for the feel of my cock between your legs. You long to feel complete submission to my will. You want to submit to me. You feel yourself surrendering to me. You need my voice, my body, my cock. You need to submit. Listen to my voice.

You're getting weaker and weaker as you listen to my voice. Your will is growing weak as you surrender to my voice. You love the sound of my voice. You love the tingle in your scalp, the prickling of your skin, the feeling of complete surrender as my hand caresses the back of your neck. Guiding you where you wish to go. Guiding your head to my ass, your lips to my boy-pussy. You want to stick your tongue and taste my ass. You need to obey my voice. My beautiful, low, sexy voice. You need to obey my voice. You feel your cock twitching and throbbing to my words. Your cock is so warm and hot with my voice, with your need. I could tell you to cum right now and you would, just from the sound of my voice and the smell of my ass. You love the smell of my cock and my balls and my ass. You need to rim me. You need to run your tongue over and into my ass. You can't resist my voice. You have surrendered your will to my voice, to my cock. You are my helpless little slave boy aren't you? Aren't you?"

Michael's will dissolved under Marty' soft fountain of whispered commands. He grew confused and tired as the heady musk of his crotch swirled around his head. He wanted to obey. TO please his master. To kiss and suckle. To lick and taste. He saw a sweet hole surrounded by two delicious soft ass cheeks. Firm and brown and soft. He buried his face between them and licked and penetrated the hole with his tongue. He tasted the soft flesh with his tongue and heard his master's sweet voice moan with pleasure. The sounds of his masters moans pushed him over the edge and his cock burst forth with jet after jet of cum into his underwear. A dark spot formed over the crotch of his jeans as cum soaked through. But he never hesitated in his licking and rimming, his ass tingling and throbbing as he experienced true pleasure from serving his master.

Meanwhile Marty felt wave after wave of weakness pass over him as the pure pleasure of a good rim job washed over him. All this as he watched the girls thrust against each other. The crotches of their jeans pressed tightly against each other as their hands caressed and squeezed and veritably mauled each others breasts.

"You may now remove each others jeans. You may let your hands and tongues roam all over each others bodies. As you do so you will slowly come out of your trances. You will once more be completely in control of your body. You will be free from all of my commands except two. One you will each find the other more attractive and seductive than any other you have ever met. Two you will both immediately fall back into a hypnotic trance if ever I blow cigarette smoke into your face.

As you listen to my voice you are coming out of your trance. Coming out of your trance and returning to consciousness as I speak. Follow my voice out of your trance and relax. Your sexual needs are momentarily calming as you come out of your trance."

He watched as the girls paused momentarily as they caressed each others nearly naked bodies. Clad only from the waist up he observed the delicious curves of the young girls bodies, their pert and upright breasts, the beautiful erect nipples.

"What's going on?" breathed Heather as she squeezed Chelse's thigh. Chelse's jeans were around her knees as she lay back across the couch. Heather fell on top of her, her red hair spilling over Chelse's face as her hand plunged between her legs. Her palm cupping against the other girls blond thatch. She gently rubbed and pushed against the mound as Chelse writhed underneath her. Again their lips met in passionate embrace.

"I don't know." Said Chelse when her lips were once more unencumbered. "But I think I like it." She said as bit Heathers full, soft breast. And bit hard as the other girl cried out in surprise and pain.

"Ow, that hurt" she said, then paused "Do it again." And as full awareness dawned on them they looked over at Marty enjoying the show as his ass was being eaten out by Chelse's boyfriend.

They sat up and stared at Marty. "What are you doing to us?" "How dare you?!" screamed Heather. She stared at Marty, her eyes wide with betrayal and fear.

"Make him stop that!" screamed Chelse. Marty just smiled coolly, he noticed that even sitting up and angry Chelse's hand still rested on Heather's thigh. And Heather's arm around Chelse's shoulders was a more than sisterly embrace.

"I don't see what you're mad about. Why do you care what I do with him when you still have each other?" He took a cigarette out of his pack as the girls looked at each other. Taking in each others soft skin, delicate necks and breasts. Chelse had forgotten to even pull up her panties and the soft lips of her vagina parted appealingly to Heather's ravenous gaze.

Heather longed to put her face between Chelse's lissome legs and lap at the juices pooling in the tangled thatch of hair. But Marty had betrayed her. She had to remind herself to be angry, angry at this black haired, overly good looking fiend who had subjugated herself and her friends.

Marty just lit his cigarette and inhaled as he watched the warring emotions play over the redheads face. He wondered which way it would go till Chelse took events into her own hands. She pulled her panties and jeans up over her hips and buttoned them. Then she stalked over to Marty, pulled back her hand and slapped him hard. His face stung where she slapped him, a red mark on his brown skin testifying to the force of the blow. There was even a speck of blood from where one of her nails had cut him.

"I said 'let him go'" Chelse said low and dangerous, her hands curled to tear Marty's eyes out if he didn't obey her. Marty just looked at her with only the slightest hint of anger flashing in his eyes; then he exhaled his smoke into her face and smiled his fullest sexy smile. Chelse pulled back her hand to slap him again but her hand just fell to her side, all strength fading from her muscles. Her eyes felt heavy and her mouth curled into a dreamy smile. Her legs felt too weak to hold her up and she fell to her knees, conveniently placing her at eye level with his erect cock. As her boyfriend continued to tongue away at Marty's ass she stared hypnotized by his erect member. She felt giddy and weak and obedient. She started to lick the sides of his cock, holding it steady in her hand as she licked the sides of it like a lolipop, working around to the head. Licking and blowing on it. Then taking it inside her full lips and swallowing it down till her lips kissed his balls. Then back and forth she worked the hard penis up and down her throat.

She looked up once and saw Marty's smile beaming down on her with an approving look in his eye. She redoubled her efforts for her master.

Meanwhile Heather watched with silent fury as Marty humiliated and exploited her two helpless housemates. Marty just continued to stare at her with his cold brown eyes. He continued to stare at her as she picked up an iron poker from the fireplace. She held it in her hands like a baseball bat as she advanced on him.

"Go ahead" he said to her "If you want to take a swing at me, do it. Go ahead, if that's what you want to do, do it." His eyes mocked her, his knowing gaze said she didn't have the guts to do what needed doing. He flicked his gaze away and looked at the woman on her knees in front of him, expertly sucking away at his cock, her beautiful ass jerking around in the air as she moved her mouth around his stiff prick. Heather's eyes followed his stare and her own eyes became locked on the gorgeous ass wriggling in front of her. The post hypnotic suggestions were still active and she found the tight, firm fundament of her roommate to be the most appealing thing she had ever seen. Swaying and lurching in odd syncopation as her lips aggressively plunged up and down on Marty's shaft.

Heather stared in breathless wonder. Her mouth went dry, and she absentmindedly licked her lips. She felt a hot wave of weakness pass over her body. She had completely forgotten Marty as she trailed a hand down her neck and over her breasts. She only saw the beguiling ass in front of her. She could even see Chelse's lower lips underneath the ass, underneath the two beautiful white milky cheeks.

"Do what you want to do" was all Marty said. Unable to help herself she knelt behind Chelse and began to lap at her sex. She squeezed between the hypnotized girls legs, turned over and sat up. Now as Chelse knelt before Marty, she sat under Chelse her face between the girls legs and her tongue buried in the soft musky hair there. She plunged her tongue deep into the opening and licked and sucked. She deep kissed the other girls pussy and felt Chelse's body shudder. In the back of her mind she knew this was worse because she alone wasn't hypnotized, she had no one overriding her will and making her do this. She was only mesmerized by lust for her beautiful roommate. Oddly enough, rather than resentment, she felt gratitude for the man who had made this possible. Once more she slid through Chelse's legs and then turned to look at the man who had hypnotized and mind fucked her roommmates. Without even bothering to stand she spread her legs and began to finger herself. She found she was suprisingly wet and moist there already.

"Send them away" she said "I want you to fuck me. Now!" and she plunged a finger inside herself and threw her head back giving a quiet little moan. Marty dismissed his slaves to go play amongst themselves as he considered the willing slut before him. He eased himself down on top of her, his nearly bursting cock parting her willing lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist and plunged herself against him, forcing his shaft deep inside her. She had never realized how erotic complete submission could be. She wanted to show her gratitude by taking him further and deeper inside of her than she had ever taken anyone.

Marty's face contorted as he felt himself so close to exploding inside this beautiful red head. She stroked his face, her breath hot in his ear. "Don't come" she told him. "Wait, I need to feel you inside me longer. Longer and harder. Do it harder for me. Don't come." And his face calmed as his urgent need receeded beneath her words.

"Good, relax and find the tempo, find the rhythm. Ease into it. Let me feel your hardness inside me. Mmmmm. Feels so good. Deeper, harder and deeper." And she thrust herself against him, taking him deeper inside her. She realized his breathing had begun to match the rhythm of their thrusts. His face had lost it's sharpness and his eyes had begun to glaze. She realized she was fucking him into hypnosis. Taking him deeper and deeper under her power. She smiled to herself. 'This could be fun' she thought. And thrust against him.

"Deeper, deeper and deeper inside me. Marty, I want to feel you deeper and deeper. You're going deeper, deeper and deeper..."