Chuck staggered back into the house completely exhausted. The amber light of the late evening painted the quaint household interior in curtains of sultry red and gold. After securing the bull…Hans (he strained to remember his buddy’s name), he had gone to milk the cows like Mistress commanded. Nearly four gallons all told, just from today. He struggled to remember where the time had gone. Every time he tried to recall the afternoon, images of heavy tits and the women’s appreciative moo’s filled his mind. He must have handled each of the women in a horny stupor, unable to consciously enjoy the spectacle before him but helpless to resist his Mistress’s bidding.

His cock was hard and needy, as usual. He needed to clean something before he went insane.

He picked up a well worn rag and a bottle of vinegar and headed into the bathroom. He had a guilty habit of polishing up the marble statues of buxom nymphs until his dick was leaking pre-cum. It always ended up in frustration, but, for some reason, Chuck could never get enough of it. He opened the varnished door to the bathroom and froze in his tracks.

Inside the claw foot bathtub was Annelie, naked and half submerged in a cloud of soapy bubbles. Her head turned in surprise and she instinctually sat up straight.

“Oh! Chuck, I didn’t hear you come back in the house!” She said.

Before Chuck could stammer an excuse, his eyes slipped down to Annelie’s spectacular, naked, round tits glistening in the soapy water. He blinked twice before a wave of drowsiness washed over him and he sank to the floor, lost in sleep.

‘Waking up in 3…2…1…eyes open now, all the way up!”

Chuck’s eyes popped open and he sat up, realizing with a start that he was on Annelie’s plush, queen-sized bed and she was standing over him, wrapped in a white bath towel. She pouted her ruby red lips at him.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to drop you like that. Next time, maybe you’ll knock before barging into the bathroom.”

‘Sorry, Mistress,” Chuck said groggily as he tried to prop himself up on his elbows. Annelie lay a hand on his chest, gently pinning him down.

“No rush, dear. You’re going to get a head rush. Tell me, did you finish milking all the cows?”

“Yes, mistress. The pales are in the barn house fridge.”

“Good. And the bull?” Annelie’s green eyes pierced straight into Chuck’s brain.

“He…he’s sleeping. I gave him some of those special pop-overs like you asked. He had one and then just got real droopy and drowsy and laid back with a half a stiffy.”

Annelie giggled, her chest shaking from under the towel.

“Yes, that’s the effect my food should have on your friend. He’ll have some very naughty dreams tonight while his balls fill up again. He’ll need it to give the cows another fun time, after he does his chores, of course.”

“Is…is that what your food does…?” Chuck asked. His mind felt trapped between a wet dream and a nightmare. Did he dream about prancing around in a frilly maid’s outfit dancing to Annelie’s tune for an entire week? He had a nagging feeling that there was something important he still had to do.

“Have you been…doing something…to us?” He asked, his eyes struggling to focus.

Annelie’s face open wide for an instant betraying her shock. Then her eyes slanted down to his skirt and her lips curled into a devilish smile.

“Doing something?”

Her hand snaked under the flimsy fabric of his skirt and gently brushed against his sensitive cock. In a flash, it grew hard as wood. 

“Like what, Chuck? Seducing you?...Drugging you?”

Her soft fingertips gently traced a spiral over the tip of his cock.

“Hypnotizing you?” She said with a twinkle in her eye. Her hand twisted deliciously against Chuck’s length.

Chuck couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to run, to bolt out the door. But her hand was magic and he couldn’t remember getting off for a week. His arousal was a physical force pinning him to the bed.

“Y-y-yes! You’re…ah!...hypnotizing us! M-m-mmmaking us your…slaves…” Her hand just squeezed the base of his cock in a slow primal rhythm. She only had to squeeze just a little harder and he’d spurt.

“Hmmmmm…what a smart boy! I’m so impressed with you Chuck, I mean besides this,” she tapped the tip of his penis playfully with her thumb. Chuck whimpered. “Yes. I’ve been slowly casting my little net over you and your friends. It just gets easier and easier throughout the years. Either my little tricks are getting more powerful or—”

With her free hand, she cupped his chin and waggled it back and forth while he was helpless to resist.

“—maybe you young people are just getting more gullible these days.”

“You-you made me clean your house…made me get horny doing it…”Chuck had to keep talking or he’d lose it and succumb to Annelie’s wiles again.

“Yes, but I was sure to never give you any release. It’s so funny watching a man’s brain just fizzle away when he’s stuck in a cycle of tease and denial. Especially when he doesn’t even know it and gets my house all clean in the meantime.”

She squeezed and undulated her fingers upwards slowly, like she was gently milking a hard, phallic udder.

“I…I won’t let you…ooh…I won’t eat any more food…mmm!”

Annelie chuckled musically and reached for the knot in her towel.

“I didn’t hypnotize you with my food silly! Oh, I used my special herbs to make some give you all the right feelings in your bodies, but I can’t control your mind with food!”

She grinned at him a cat.

“I hypnotize you with these!”

She dropped her towel and let her magnificent tits tumble free. She pulled her hand away from Chuck’s cock to jiggle and shake her naked boobs around which was just as well since Chuck would have cum into a puddle on the floor otherwise. As it was, his dick just froze in mid throb and he could feel his brain shut down at the sight of her dark nipples swaying in front of his eyes.

“Sleeping and waking…eyes are open, mind is blank, cock is hard…sleep, watch, obey…sleeeeep, waaaatch, and obeeeeeyyy…”

Chuck allowed his head to bobble back and forth with her boobs, his will silenced by her dazzling display.

“It’s always so easy with you young men. None of you can resist a good pair of breasts, especially when they’re as hefty and bouncy as mine,” she accentuated her point by shimmying her chest, sending her tits jiggling.

“Even that little slut girlfriend of yours couldn’t get a big enough eyeful. Now, she’s got her own pair of heavy milkers, but the poor thing, I really do believe they are too powerful for her. Just like you men whenever she sees a delicious, heavy, bouncy pair of creamy breasts, she gets so dopey and drowsy. So submissive and compliant. So easy to control. Just…like…you…”

From out of nowhere, Annelie’s golden cowbell appeared and she began swinging it in front of her naked breasts. Chuck was powerless to resist following the sway, his mind enthralled to Annelie’s will.

“Well, now she, the bull, and you can all stay and help me tend my lovely herd. I don’t just use my special ‘dairy’ products for magic cakes you know.”

Curling one hip, Annelie leaned her nude form over Chuck, keeping his body aroused and his mind asleep. She went back to gently toying with his cock with one hand while dangling the golden cowbell in the other.

“I make a variety of creams, salves, and balms from my cow’s milk, and from Hans’ spunk. Not only does it bring in a pretty penny, I use all my products on myself too. And I have to brag, I am a rather stunning example of its anti-aging effects.”

She smiled at Chuck again. Through his boob-addled brain, Chuck felt a glimmer of something ancient and wild shining from behind Annelie’s bright eyes and her smooth, wrinkle-free skin. How old was she anyway?

She wrapped her hand around his cock and started giving him longer, firmer strokes that before. Now that his mind was trapped in the swing of her gold pendant and her amazing tits, it was easier for him to ride the edge without spilling over into orgasm. Annelie took full advantage of that, working his cock over and drawing out small drops of pre-cum.

“You love what I’m doing to you, don’t you?” Annelie asked, her question deliberately ambiguous. “You like getting hard and horny cleaning my house and milking my cows and tending my fields. It’s what you always wanted. It’s all that you need. You want to stay. You want to work for me. You want to stay and work for me.”

The words poured into Chuck’s mind as his thoughts drowned in pleasure coming from her hand. She kept him frozen in her gaze and leaned closer. She gently bounced his penis against the side of her mammoth breast making a gentle, rhythmic slapping sound.

“Tell me you want to stay. Tell me you want to work for me. Tell me I’m your mistress.” She commanded.

“I…I want to stay. I want to work for you. You are my mistress.” Chuck repeated like a robot.

“And what about your friends?” She pressed the weight of her boob down on his prick.

“My friends are your slaves. They must be tamed. They must provide for you…” Chuck had no idea where the words came from. He vaguely remembered Annelie’s voice repeating them in a dream he had earlier.

“That’s very good, Chuck,” Annelie cradled his cock between both breasts. She had put down the gold necklace to maneuver her expansive bust around his cock and just squeezed them around his shaft as it pulsed with need.

“And you and your friends can stay here, working and providing for me for the rest of your lives. Do you know the last thing I need to make that come true?”

Chuck stared vapidly ahead. Annelie took that for a no.

“I need your passports. Your plane tickets. Your phones. Anything and everything that has your identity on it. Do you know where they are, Chuck? Your and your friends’ effects?”

Chuck strained to make his head work.

“I….I think so. They…they’re in our bags…”

Chuck felt like it was his brain getting smooshed between those tits.

“Well, why don’t you get those for me then?” She asked as she sat up, freeing Chuck’s penis from its fleshy prison.

Chuck got up and walked like a zombie down to the living room where he had stashed their bags when they first arrived. He mechanically opened each of the pockets on their backpacks, searching for Greta and Hans’ papers and phones. Eventually he collected each of their items along with Hans’ driver’s license and Greta’s journal. He walked to the kitchen in a daze with the phones and papers bundled in his arms.

In the kitchen, Annelie was stirring a small cauldron of water over an open fire in the stone fireplace. She had thrown a long, see-through, black skirt over her womanly hips that still gave Chuck a stunning view of her ass and thighs. Above the waistband of the skirt she was completely naked, her topless breasts swinging back and forth with every step.

“Did you find them? Good.” Annelie cooed as she stirred the steamy cauldron. “Leave the phones on the counter for now. The fire could use some extra fuel. Why don’t you throw in those silly passports. You don’t need them anymore.”

Chuck hesitated for just a moment. Something inside was screaming for him to stop, that he was about to do something very stupid.

Annelie cocked her head and him and then reached for her wooden broom. She stopped stirring the pot and slipped the handle of the broom in between her cleavage, juggling her breasts around the shaft for Chuck.

“Remember, my stick is your stick. My tits have hypnotized your mind and charmed your cock. Nothing in your mind but my tits. My magic tits that control all your thoughts.”

Chuck’s eyes grew wider and he swayed in time to Annelie’s boobs.

“You want to burn your passport. You will put your papers in the fire for me. No name, no country, just my beautiful sexy breasts making all your decisions for you…Put the papers in the fire, slave.”

Chuck’s hands drifted over the heat of the fire and let the papers fall onto the flaming logs. The plastic crinkled and melted in the intense heat, toxic fumes spiraling up and away through the chimney. Chuck saw his own picture getting consumed by the flames, erasing his identity and former life.

Annelie beamed from ear to ear.

“Good, now the phones. Dump them into the boiling water.”

Chuck obeyed without thought and let the phones plop into the water. They fizzled and sparked as the water destroyed their circuitry for good.

“That’s so wonderful, slave. No thoughts, no phone, no name.”

She reached down and took hold of his erect cock from  under the maid’s skirt.

“Follow me now, slave.”

Her slave obeyed, his old name already in cinders. She led him to the couch in the living room and pushed him down onto the cushions. She sank down and again brought his manhood between her two silky tits.

“Such a good worker for me. Such a loyal slave. It’s time you finally got the reward you’ve been waiting for. One nice strong orgasm to flush out any memories you have left. Then, you won’t be able to do anything but helplessly obey and serve me for the rest of your life. Mine to own and toy with. Getting so close now…”

Annelie worked her tits around her slave’s cock in earnest now. He could feel the irresistible aura of her breasts drawing everything out of him. His name, his past, his thoughts were all draining into his balls, swelling fuller and fuller, demanding, aching for release. His whole body was under the spell of the hypno-witch and her mind-capturing breasts.

“Give it all to me, slave. Your thoughts, your strength, your soul. Give it all to me…right…NOW!”

The slave’s penis gushed ropes of hot cum like a geyser. He felt like his whole being was being rapturously expelled through his prick, melding with his Mistress’s warm soft breasts. She continued to squeeze and slide his spasming cock around her breasts, milking him for every last drop.

At last, the tidal wave of pleasure washed over him and the slave caught one last blurry image of Annelie wiping off the sticky goo on her chest and collecting it in a glass bottle before his eyes slammed shut and he succumbed to sleep.

He woke up less than an hour later. His mistress had put a silk top on and was reclining in the living room chair watching him with an enigmatic grin.

“Welcome back, slave. You must have had a nice rest. But it’s getting late and we have a big chore list tomorrow. Why don’t you do the dishes and then go to bed? Can’t have you bleary-eyed in the morning, can we?”

The slave stood up, feeling perfectly comfortable in his frilly short maid’s skirt, and turned to do his Mistress’s bidding, her voice and musical laugh echoing in his head.

Annelie smiled and stretched herself languidly in her velvet armchair. She swirled the milky white drink in her hand and sipped away at her custom elixir, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated once more. She would do well with this new batch of pets, milking them for all they were worth and working them to the bone, until the next group of unsuspecting tourists found their way to her little cottage in the woods.