"Lose the bra," he said.
"No."
"Take it off right now."
Biting down into my lower lip, I promised myself that I wasn't going to succumb again. Taking off my tank top wasn't even that big a deal, I tried to tell myself.
Only then, my hands maneuvered to that spot between my shoulder blades. I unhooked my bra, and I pulled the cups away from my breasts. He took my bra, and he tossed it down onto the floor with my tank top.
"What you want right now?"
"I want you to undo this!" I told him, sounding insistent. Face flushed crimson, I never imagined this kind of thing could happen. My brain didn't know how to catch up to the reality of my situation.
"No, that isn't true. Tell me the truth."
I parted my lips, ready to tell him that I just wanted to go back to my regular life, only I couldn't form those words. Something else popped into my mind. Or maybe it had been there for quite some time. Either way, I couldn’t be certain.
"I want you to touch me. I want to feel your hands on my breasts. I want you to kiss me and lick me and suck on my nipples."
No, that couldn’t be right!
"If you really want that, get down on your back. Hold your hands over your head. Cross your wrists for me.”
Again and again, I tried to convince myself that I didn't really want him to touch me. This was Jacob we were talking about, the geeky guy from school. Yeah, we talked a couple of times, and he probably had a crush on me, but that wasn't anything new. Lots of guys had crushes on me!
"Please, don't do this."
"But that's what you want, isn't it?"
"No—er—yes…” my voice had it’s own way, and I didn't know how to contradict him, how to get him to stop.
Worse, I leaned back, topless, and I crossed my forearms above my head. All of a sudden, I felt absolutely helpless, like some kind of damsel in distress. I would have fit nicely into a romance novel.
Jacob slid forward, bracing himself between my legs. He lowered his fingertips down against my torso. He brushed his hands along my stomach, going higher, higher. Then he barely touched the pads of his thumbs to the underside of my breasts.
A shiver of desire ran through me. I actually shook.
Lots of guys had touched me before, usually because I wanted something from them. Maybe I liked the way they looked standing beside me, or maybe they were wealthy and could buy me lots of pretty things. Either way, my body never responded like this.
"What's happening?”
"You’re learning all about the power of hypnosis. I've conditioned you, Kendra, making it so you are especially responsive to my touches."
Yes, I could have stammered out another denial, another declaration that this couldn't be happening, but it was. Like it or not, I couldn't ignore the sensations running through my skin.
From there, he started to circle his fingertips around my breasts, barely caressing my skin. And yet, I quivered with desire. My slit had been moist when I first walked through that door. Now, I was practically drenched.
What if he told me to take off my pants? What if he found out just how I felt?
Or what if Jacob already knew? Those questions flashed through me, doubling the pace of my heart.
"Do you really want me to touch you right now? You want me to squeeze your breasts and play with your body?"
It felt as though invisible bonds held me down. I tried to jerk my arms free, but I couldn't actually get away. Something held me in place. I couldn't deny the strength of those unseen shackles.
My skin turned warm as I fought against my reply. I didn't want this even though I could already hear those words at the back of my mind. "Yes, please," I gasped, sounding like some horny, desperate slut. "Please, please touch me. Please yes, that feels so good!"
He already had his hands on the curves of my breasts, gently caressing them at first. But as the seconds continued to tumble past, Jacob began to squeeze, knead, and fondle my mounds. He worked my body, and it wasn't long before I could feel that pressure begin to build just below my nipples.
Jacob looked down into my eyes. "Look at that. You're starting to dribble again. You want me to take care of that for you?"
"Yes!" I couldn't help myself. When I came here, I figured I was going to be able to intimidate him, to control him. Ever since the boys started noticing me in middle school, I realized I could always be in control.
And yet, I stayed there on my back, spread out before him.
"Ask nicely. I want to hear you beg, Kendra. You like that, don't you? You like hearing guys beg and plead for your attention. Well, now it's your turn. We can call this fair play."
I licked my lips, uncertain.
Finally, the last bastions of my defenses fell away. "Please, please touch me, Jacob! Please, I need you to touch me right now!"
Those desires ached through every inch of my skin. It felt like every nerve in my body screamed out for attention.
Finally, he pressed his palms down into my skin, squeezing my breasts harder. I arched my back, moaning. "Yes, just like that, please, more," I said, my voice straining.
And then I felt it, the fertile dribbles of milk running down my breasts.
No, that couldn't be happening. I closed my eyes, and I tried to pretend I was somewhere else. A yelp of surprise left my lips just as he pressed his mouth down onto my right nipple. He started sucking, and I could feel the flow from that breast.
It felt wonderful, like the best kind of pleasure imaginable. I had no idea my body could do something like this.
When he wrapped his lips around my nipple, he squeezed down, sucking at the same time. The flow seemed to increase, and I cried out again, practically screaming at the top of my lungs. I didn't think about his neighbors. I didn't think about anything except the pleasure radiating through my skin.
"Should I try the other one?"
"Yes, please!"
"I want to hear you beg again," Jacob said to me.
Now that he wasn't touching me, my vision cleared, and I could really think about what I was doing. Did I want to plead with him? Did I want to surrender to this man?
Yes, I did.
The answer blossomed within me just as I looked up into his handsome face. "Jacob, please lick my other breast. Please, suckle. I need you to do it!"
"You know, if I do this, you aren’t going to be much more than a farm animal. You're going to be my own little milking cow. How does that make you feel?"
Truthfully, I didn't care because I barely understood those words. All I could really understand was the aching need within my chest. I wanted him to touch me, the fondle me, to use me. I didn't even care what it meant for me.
With a grin on his face, he lowered his lips down to my other breast. Tensed up with desire, I waited, anticipating that burst of satisfaction.
Pleasure roiled through my skin as he started to lick, as he started to suck. He enjoyed every luscious drop, every tiny bit of my nectar.
And yet, as he licked and sucked, it didn't feel as though he drained me. Instead, the more he desired it, the more I produced.
"Please, please make this stop," I said to him.
"Why would I do that?" Jacob asked, raising one eyebrow. As far as he was concerned, that was a silly request.
"You can't, you can't use me like this," I said. At the same time, I wiggled my hips from side to side, hoping that he would touch me. Of course, I couldn't articulate that desire. I was supposed to be the one who called the shots. I was supposed to be the one to tell him how this would go.
"Yes, I can."
Without another word, he started to lick again, running his tongue over my nipple, flicking that little point just at the tip. My eyes were bulging wide, and I was hyperventilating, panting like some kind of animal.
More, I needed more!
"You know, you're not going to be able to stop until I actually use you," Jacob said to me, his eyes lit. "That's how I programmed you while I had you hypnotized."
"U
se me?" Obviously, I should have been able to comprehend exactly what he meant, yet those words didn't solidify behind my eyes.
"That's right. Until I fuck you, you aren’t going to be able to go back to normal." His eyes sparkled with amusement.
"That, that can't be right!"
"It is," he said. He leaned back, sitting upright. At the moment, he straddled me. "So if you want any of this to stop, you're going to beg me to take you back into my bedroom. You're going to beg me to tie you down and play with your body until I'm good and ready to ride you."
Mouth dry, I couldn't think straight. On the one hand, every fiber of my being cried out for me to do as he wished. I wanted to offer him everything I was, everything I possessed for the chance to get the satisfaction I so desperately needed. Truthfully, my body had never ached for an orgasm like this before. Sure, I knew how to masturbate. Yes, I had pleasured myself before. Yes, a few guys had gotten me off in the past with their hands or their tongues, but it felt as though every inch of my skin had turned the fire, aching for what Jacob possessed.
"Please, Jacob, take me back into your bedroom! Please, do it! I can't take this, not anymore!"
He leaned forward slightly, moving his hands along my forearms, my biceps, along my clavicles and down to my breasts again. He squeezed my tits, sending shudders through my body.
Then he got up, and he slid off of the couch. "My bedroom is at the end of the hallway. You're going to crawl there."
"Crawl?" I can't. Please, don't make me!"
"Kendra, when you first volunteered to be part of my experiment, I could tell just what kind of girl you are. You aren't used to someone else controlling you. You aren't used to doing anything but manipulating other people. So right now, I'm giving you an order. Unless you want me to kick you out right now and leave you like this, you're going to get down on your hands and knees and you're going to crawl back to my bedroom."
"I can't…”
"And for hesitating, you're going to do it naked."
My whole body tensed up. Paralyzed by indecision, I didn't know how to obey him. Then he brought his hand between my legs. Yes, I still had on my shorts and my panties, but that little bit of friction from his two fingers was enough to make me cry out again. A horny yelp bounced from my throat.
"Oh, and to make sure you really appreciate this," he said, crossing the room. He opened the cabinet underneath his TV. He pulled something out. At first, I couldn't see it, yet I could certainly hear it.
It sounded like a bell, only the sound was so low.
Forcing my eyelids open, I stared straight ahead, and I saw what he held in his hand. It was a black collar with a square cowbell.
"First you get naked. Then I put this on you. And then you crawl." Jacob made it sound so simple, like this was going to happen no matter what I did.
At the back of my mind, I kept imagining myself in other circumstances. I imagined myself coming up with some clever reason why he had to have me right then and right there. But Jacob stood straight, his shoulders back. He had all of his attention on me, but I wasn't going to be able to distract him. I wasn't going to be able to manipulate him.
Something inside of me broke, so I shimmied out of my shorts and I shook off my panties. Before I knew it, I was naked, down on my knees. Because it felt right, I held my hands behind my back, crisscrossing my wrists.
"Chin up," Jacob commanded.
My chest rose and fell as I complied, looking up at the ceiling. Then he wrapped the leather around my neck, encircling me. I could feel the cold of the cowbell as it touched my sternum.
He buckled the collar into place before standing back. "Very nice," Jacob said to me. "If I didn't know any better, I would say be born for this."
"I'm going to make you pay for this," I shot back at him.
If I hoped to intimidate or frighten this college kid, I failed miserably. With his hands on his hips, he just started laughing at me. After a good five seconds of enjoying my consternation, Jacob pointed back down the hallway.
"Remember what you need," he said to me.
Unfortunately, there was no way for me to forget it.
Need burned within me. I could feel it at my core, in my breasts, and between my thighs. Leaning forward, I braced my weight on my knees and on my knuckles. Just like that, I found myself crawling.
I never imagined that a guy would be able to get me to obey like this. It wasn't supposed to be possible!
And yet, I crawled down the hallway, shifting my weight from my knees to my palms and back again. Worse, I could hear the bell ringing from around my neck. It was demeaning. It was humiliating.
It was impossible to avoid.
I crawled along on my hands and knees until I reached his bedroom. Jacob circled around me, he climbed onto his bed, and then he had his eyes on me. "If you want to get onto this bed, you are going to moo for me."
My nostrils flared, and I wanted to growl something at him, something rude, something to make him understand that he couldn't truly control me.
But this was Jacob, and I'd fallen into his trap.
"Moooooo…” That sound was low and humiliating. But I made it nonetheless because my pussy throbbed for his attention.
Grinning, he slapped the mattress. "Up. Up on the bed," he called out, talking down to me like I was some kind of dog.
Obediently, I crawled onto the bed, and he grabbed my shoulders, pushing me down onto my back. He took my wrists, pulling them toward the headboard. Before I knew it, he looped strips of silk around my wrists, tying them into place. It should have been romantic. It wasn't. Instead, it was simply humiliating as he restrained me, tying me in place.
"Go ahead and struggle. I want to know that you can't actually get away."
For a moment, I was tempted to remain in place, stubbornly still, but I still needed him. Worse than that, when I spread my legs, he gently stroked his fingertips along my vulva lips. He touched me just once, just enough to give me a taste of what might happen if I could be a good girl for him.
Gulping, I pulled and yanked and squirmed and thrashed, lashing out and trying to punch my way free, but Jacob knew what he was doing. Tied down, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t possibly escape.
"Are you ready to beg again?"
"Yes," I answered.
"What do you want?" Jacob asked, moving his hands along my body now. He stroked my flanks, my breasts (without touching my nipples) and my pubic mound. He continued to touch me, taunting me.
"Please, I want you to have sex with me. Please, I have to be helpless, right? I'm ready for you. I promise. I will do whatever you want. Please, just use me!” My voice cracked several times, and I couldn't really speak. Even so, he understood exactly what I intended.
I licked my lips, wishing I could touch myself as he unzipped his fly and took out his erect cock.
"I'm going to milk you, and I'm going to fuck you," Jacob promised. He pressed his hands down against the mattress, moving himself into position. When I first felt the tip of his shaft against my opening, I nearly came right there.
But he kept going, sliding into me. He was so big and hot and hard. It felt incredible. I moaned, desperate for more.
He pulled back and slid forward, letting the friction of his body slide against mine and send ripples of pleasure through me. He pulled back and slid forward, again and again. But that was only half of it. He also leaned down, bracing his palms against my forearms. He squeezed my wrists, holding me down as he started to lick at my nipples, sucking from the right breast, then the left.
I never imagined it could feel so good. I never imagined that this could feel so right.
Then he pulled back, and he kissed me. I could taste the milk from my body on his lips. Shivers of need kept reverberating through every inch of my form and physique. As he kissed me, he pumped me, pushing me to the verge of an orgasm. Then he sped up.
As he kissed me, I moaned again, letting that primal sound vibrate through me. He pummeled my slit, pumping
me harder and harder. Just as he started to come, he lifted his mouth from mine. An animalistic growl left his lips as he blew his load.
It was everything I could have hoped for and so much more.
"It's undone, right?"
"Kendra, that was just the beginning,” he promised.
The End
Hypnotized HuCow
All around me, the semi-inebriated college students went quiet. I lowered my hand and crossed my arms over my chest because I refused to back peddle. I wouldn't take any of it back, nor would I apologize.
Up on stage, the man in the suit tilted his head to the side, smirking slightly. He looked amused. "Young lady, do you really believe that you have completely mastered all of the powers of the mind as I have? Do you believe that you know everything there is to know about the human brain?"
I got up onto my feet. I kept my hands at my sides. Then I looked around the rest of the room. A couple of my friends tugged on my sleeves, telling me to sit down. Then again, they were drunk. More importantly, they didn't care about psychology or what this hack did to my discipline.
"I don't need to know every facet of the human brain to understand that hypnosis is a huge joke. You can't make someone do something."
"And how would you explain the rest of my performance?" asked the man on stage.
In some other place at some other time, I probably would have thought of him is attractive. He had dark hair, a little bit of stubble along his cheeks, and there was something about the way he spoke. He was a true showman, sauntering up and down the stage with the easy confidence that I found so appealing in young men.
But he pretended to be a hypnotist, someone who could change people's thoughts and perspectives. It was complete bullshit, so I had no problem calling him on it.
After a brief sigh, I told him, "I'm sure that the people who come up there really want to pretend to be hypnotized. They think that it would be funny. You give them an excuse to play along. It's all psychosomatic."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Absolutely," I told him.
"Well then, come up here. Allow me to hypnotize you, young lady. Allow me to show you just how powerful my abilities can be."
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