I messaged Cassie to tell her I was online. We chatted briefly. The last message I sent her that day read, “We’ll start in a few minutes so get ready.” 

“Lying on the couch and naked Sir,” she replied, “with my dildo cleaned and charged ready for youuu”. That day, her roommates were away for the weekend, so she would have the entire apartment for herself and wouldn't need to stay in her room or keep silent.

She and I have been subject and operator, submissive and Dominant, for some time now, and she's well trained to believe everything I tell her. To her, my words are always true.

And it's not just gaslighting. As a hypnotic submissive, Cassie is a rare catch, with an unusual talent to hallucinate and alter her own memories. I have been honing those skills, using them against her to capture her will and her sense of reality.

She believed more messages from me were forthcoming, and I would hypnotize her long-distance over our chat. She said she liked it that way, and that living thousands of miles apart from each other was in fact an advantage for her.

I would use triggers to make her horny and pliant, more and more eager and desperate as she rubbed for her Sir, enticing me via text, telling me everything about what she was doing.

Alone and unseen in her apartment, Cassie had the chance to indulge in her favorite fantasies. She was expecting I would direct her to use her dildo, and once it was inside her she would confuse it with my cock and actually feel, albeit fleetingly, that I was fucking her in person. She was eager to feel like a mindless plaything, unable to resist me, making a mess of herself in the comfort of her own home.

A safe, hot setup for a shy girl with a liking for stern older guys. A convenient way of indulging in her kinks in secret, without anyone else knowing about it.

She knew, as much as she could know anything, that our arrangement had always been like that.

She knew we had never met. She knew I had never seen her face. 

I parked my car, walked to her building and let myself in using my keys. A minute later I was opening her apartment’s door. She was sitting on her couch, in a t-shirt and shorts, looking at her phone. She didn't raise her head. She hadn't registered I was there.

She was waiting for my next message.

“Hello, gorgeous!,” I said. To her, my voice was a written message, so she didn’t look at me. Her thumb, moving beyond her awareness, pressed the phone’s power button to lock it. I myself was locking her door. “Did you miss me?”

“Hello, sir!,” she said, smiling, still staring at the blank screen. To her, all her replies were being typed. She knew she was typing. “Yeah, pussy is starting to get wet, imagine you walking in and fucking me sillllly.”

I smiled. She spoke in a slow, drawn-out way that meant her words were exactly the ones she would have typed. She sounded really dumb, too, which is always a bonus for me. Her fingers were trembling, almost imperceptibly: my theory is they act out the typing, so Cassie can “feel” it even as she’s speaking to me.

I moved closer to her and noticed she was also fidgeting, just a little, moving her hips half an inch to one side, half an inch to the other. Cassie is pleasantly curvy, with big, heavy tits and a soft belly, and she was usually a little insecure about her body. But now, because she was “alone,” she was giving herself permission to give in to her own arousal and let it show. In fact, she was almost certainly starting to get wet, too. I knew her body and her reactions really well.

Being truthful deserved a reward, so I gave one to her. “Good girl,” I said, and she actually giggled and squirmed on the couch. “I think a girl as good as you deserves to be hypnotized and put in her place. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes sir, you know that’s my favorite stuff, hehe, so whatever you want sir,” she said, still looking at the screen. She was smiling and her fidgeting became more noticeable.

“Of course it’ll be whatever I want,” I replied, and she bit her lower lip in anticipation. I waited for a second or two, just to help her mind construct the illusion that I was typing from somewhere else. I touched her cheek, gently, and she yelped.

“What are you doing to me sirrrr,” she said. It didn't sound exactly like a question. She was losing control. She had felt my hand on her skin, but her mind was working hard to make her believe it had been just an illusion, an effect of my power from far away. She was starting to drop, little by little.

“I'm caressing you, pretty girl, don't you feel it. I feel your soft skin. It's warm and soft.”

“Drop for me,” I added. I enjoyed watching her eyes rolling back and her head dropping forward. The phone fell from her hands. “That’s right. Such a good hypnotized girl!”

“Thank you Sirrrrr,” she slurred.