Cursed by a Hypno File - Part 2

The next couple of days were a nightmare! After I had accidentally cursed myself with the hypno file, Mel had discovered a dominant/teasing side that I didn’t know she had.

The fact that I needed her permission to cum had sent her on a power trip, but the biggest issue was how much of a turn on it happened to be for me.

Technically it didn’t have to be Mel that gave me permission to cum, it could come from anyone, according to the hypnosis file anyway. The problem was that Mel was my roommate and had knowledge of the arrangement. Besides, who else could I ask?

I returned to Mistress Cara’s website a few times, searching for a way to remove the triggers but I hit a brick wall. Her website was no longer supported. I found a link to a trigger removal file, but it was a paid file and the store was no longer active. I tried emailing but the email address didn’t work either. Mistress Cara had apparently retired.

On Wednesday afternoon, after classes had finished for the day, I entered the apartment to find Mel already home, waiting for me.

“Hey there, slaveboy. About time you got home.” I rolled my eyes at Mel’s greeting.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Hey, what did I tell you about the attitude? Besides, you should be happy, todays your lucky day?” 

My heart (and penis) surged at this statement. “Lucky how?”

“Because you get to give me a full body massage. Won’t that be a treat?” 

My heart sank (my cock didn’t). “And how does that help me?” I asked.

“Because, if you do a good enough job I might just let you spurt your little load right after.”

“You said that yesterday when I let you use me as a footstool while you watched TV.”

“You moved around and complained too much, that’s your own fault.”

“Mel! It’s been like, five days now. I can’t take anymore of your teasing.”

“Then you’d better do a good job. Be in my room in five minutes, I’m going to get ready.” Mel hopped up off the sofa and headed into her room before I could voice any more objections.

So, five minutes later, I was standing next to Mel’s bed, she was laid on her front wearing nothing but a towel which was covering her butt. Everything else was bare. “Just so you know, I have no idea what I’m doing.” I said as I applied some oil to my hands that Mel had ‘generously’ provided me with.

“Well you’d better learn fast then bitch boy. Otherwise those balls of yours will be pretty blue by the end of the week.. Hehe.”

“Okay….” I said, looking cautiously at the bed. “How do I…”

“You have to climb up onto the bed, dummy. You’ll need to sort of straddle my ass to reach properly.”

“If you say so.” I climbed up onto the bed and sat astride her, my knees on either side of her butt, giving me full access to her bare back. 

I began to carefully rub and down in my best imitation of a massage, admiring the taught, toned muscles in Mel’s shoulders. Maybe it was just my horny brain taking over, but I was starting to find her incredibly hot.

“Don’t be scared to really dig in.” Mel said after a short period of careful massaging on my part.

I began kneading her back a little firmer until she let out an appreciative moan. “Mmmm, that’s it baby. Harder.”

Encouraged by her reaction, I continued on with gusto. “Yeah. Harder baby, deeper.” Mel’s moans were overly enthusiastic, clearly designed to turn me on even more. It was working.

“Stop that.” I said.

“Stop what? I’m just saying you need to get a little deeper.” But I could hear the mischief in her voice.

“Oooh yeah, that’s it, right there. Harder.” Mel’s responses were getting louder and more pronounced and my denied cock responded to every one of them.

“Now get lower.” I moved my hands down to the small of Mel’s back. “Lower. Do my ass.”

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Sure, just move the towel. In any other circumstance I’d be worried about you accidentally blowing your load but we both know that’s not going to happen.” 

I bit my tongue to keep from responding and shuffled further down Mel’s body so that I was straddling her legs, giving me access to her butt and thighs.

I carefully lowered the towel and got an eyeful of Mel’s peachy ass. “Damn.” I muttered quietly to myself. 

“I heard that! Perv.” She wiggled her hips a little, teasing me with her ass as I got to work.

I didn’t know butt massages were a thing, but I gave it my best shot anyway, kneading the soft, supple flesh of her well rounded ass cheeks with my fingers. 

“Mmmm do you like doing my ass, baby?”

“Shut up, Mel.”

“Bet you wish you could be doing something else to my ass, huh.”

“Fuck off.”

“Hahahaha.” Mel kept teasing me and moaning as I massaged her ass and the backs of her thighs. Finally, she seemed satisfied enough to tell me to stop.

“Okay, loser. That’s enough for now, you can get off my bed.” I did as she asked and slid away from her, back to standing next to the bed. 

What she did next surprised me, she pulled the towel back up to cover her ass, and then immediately rolled over, exposing her naked top half to me.

“Thanks for that, Tom. Really hit the spot.” She said, laying on her side, flashing her bare tits at me with a knowing smirk. “What’s wrong, Tommy? You’re not perving on me again are you?”

“What? No, course not.” I said, defensively, but it was obvious that I was having trouble not looking at her boobs.

“Ha! Yeah right. I’ll bet if I told you to fuck me right now you’d be all over me like a rash.”

“Maybe, but I wouldn’t flatter yourself. I’m so horny right now I’d probably fuck anything, even an annoying bitch like you!” I bit back at her taunt.

“Anything, huh? We’ll see about that. Go wait in the living room. I don’t want you drooling over me while I get dressed.” Mel dismissed me before she got off the bed and I waited in the living room, wondering what she had in mind.

I heard some noises coming from Mel’s room as I waited, it sounded like she was taking deep breaths, each one followed by a strange hissing noise.

It was about ten minutes later when she re-emerged from her room, now dressed in her lounging around outfit. “Okay, loser. I’ve decided that I will only give you permission to cum if you agree to show my friend a good time.”

“Your friend? What do you mean?”

Mel reached an arm behind the doorframe of her bedroom door, when she brought it back out, I saw the explanation to the noise I heard. “You remember Rhonda, right?”

I did remember Rhonda. Rhonda was an inflatable sex doll, the kind that people often bought as a joke at bachelor/bachelorette parties and such.

Mel had come home drunk one night a while ago, carrying the inflatable doll under her arm. We had a good laugh at it for a while. Dressing it up in different hats and glasses and giving her the name ‘rubber Rhonda’.

She didn’t seem so funny now. It took a second for Mel’s intent to sink in before I answered. “No fucking way!”

“Fine. But this is only the way I’ll let you cum. Besides, I know you haven’t been laid in a long time, and I’m pretty sure Rhonda here is a virgin. You’re perfect for each other.” Mel approached, bringing the doll with her and pushing her close to me. “C’mon, why not just make out with her a little. See where things go, haha.” 

“I am not having sex with that thing, Mel.” I said, batting the blow up doll away.

“How dare you hit Rhonda like that!” Mel giggled, following me around the room with the doll. “Oh look, I’ll bet Rhonda would let you do her up the ass.” She bent the doll over at the waist, displaying the small pink hole where her ass should be.

“Fuck off, Mel!” I said, disappearing into my room and slamming the door to the sound of her laughter.

“Hahahaha, I’ll leave Rhonda out here in case you change your mind.”

—

I would like to say that my resolve never failed, that I never had sex with a blow up love doll. But I can’t. Unfortunately, my libido won out after another couple of days without release. Mel would tease me at every opportunity too. Making sure to wear tight, revealing clothes around the apartment, always slipping something sexual into conversations or just outright asking how blue my balls were. She would make me rub her feet, all while moaning in a dramatic fashion to keep me horny. 

She would also make sure to spring Rhonda on me whenever she got the opportunity. I would be watching TV on the sofa and Rhonda’s inflatable head would pop up next to me with Mel talking in a squeaky, bimbo voice. “Come on, Tommy. Fuck me. I need your big hard cock in my inflatable pussy. Hahahaha.”

“Mel….Isn’t there anything else I can do?” I asked, staring down at the blow up doll laid on the sofa. 

“Nope, this is the deal. You wanna get off, well so does Rhonda.” Mel replied, standing behind me, talking close to my ear. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do.

I lowered my shorts, freeing my erection spring free as I looked at Rhonda, as though my own cock was taunting me. “Ooooh look at that, you’re already all hard. Clearly you can’t wait to give it to Rhonda. Go ahead, stud. Show her a good time.”

I needed to cum, that much was already decided, so I made the decision to get this over with quickly…..at least I tried to.

I picked up the inflatable doll and lowered her onto my cock, still standing, I began to thrust. I was using my hands to pump Rhonda up and down, my cock wedged firmly inside the rubbery pocket of the faux vagina.

“Yeah, that’s it. I think she likes it. Now get on top of her, on the sofa.” Mel clearly was not going to make this easy.

I laid Rhonda down on the sofa, with me on top of her and resumed thrusting into her. I was getting faster and faster as my long denied orgasm approached. “Come on, Mel. Please!” I begged.

“Not yet. You don’t want Rhonda to think you’re a quick cummer do you? She needs to get off too ya know.”

I held back my retort, continuing to fuck the blow up doll but kep on the edge of orgasm until Mel spoke again. “Now kiss her. Like you mean it.”

I brought my lips down to the blow up dolls own mouth which was moulded open in a permanent ‘O’ shape. 

“Mel, Pleeeease.” I was desperate now, pumping for all I was worth but without Mel’s permission I wouldn’t be cumming any time soon.

“Bend her over, take her from behind. I bet she’ll like that. Haha.” Mel was still getting carried away watching me fuck the damn doll. 

I did as she asked, standing up and bedding the doll over the sofa and sliding back into her.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck her.”

“Please.” 

“Okay, okay. In three….twooo…one…You have my permission to cum.”

“Ooooh, fuck!” I exploded inside Rhonda with a loud moan, pounding into her so hard I thought she might burst. Eventually, I was spent. I collapsed, panting, on top of Rhonda with my cock still buried inside her.

—

After I had come down from my orgasm high, the humiliation of what I had just done set in. Mel left me there, spent on the sofa to recover.

She didn’t tease me too much for the next couple of days after that, maybe she was satisfied I had been tortured enough. But I still needed her permission to cum, so I knew the subject would arise again eventually.

“Hey, dork. Get out here.” Mel called me out of my room one afternoon.

“What is it?” I asked, stepping out into the living area. 

“I have something you might be interested iiiin.” She said ina sing-song voice.

“I highly doubt that.”

“Oh really? Not even if it would help get rid of your little hypno-curse?” 

“Wait, what? Really?” I asked, suddenly hopeful.

“Yep, found an old internet archive site that hosted the trigger removal curse, after a little digging around on some less than reputable hosting sites, I managed to download a copy. Want it?”

“Yes! Obviously. But I don’t get it, why would you do this for me? You’ve spent the last week or so taking full advantage of me.”

“Meh, I’ve had my fun, I know I can’t keep this up forever. So do you want the file or not?”

“Yeah, obviously I want it.” Could this be real?

“Okay, ask me nicely.” I knew she wouldn’t make it that easy.

“Ugh, fine. Mel, please, pretty please, will you please give me the hypno file?” I asked.

“Hmmm, who’s the best roommate in the world?”

“You are.”

“And who’s the hottest roommate in the world?”

I rolled my eyes. “You are.”

“Ha, thought so.” Mel clicked something on her phone. “There, it’s on it’s way to your phone. I’d suggest you go listen to it quickly before I change my mind.”

“Thank you!” I said, quickly heading back to my room to grab my phone. Sure enough, there was a new file received from Mel.

‘Mistress_Cara_trigger_removal.mp3’

Perfect! I thought, grabbing my headphones and laying back on my bed. I couldn’t wait to be able to masturbate freely again, without Mel humiliating me every time.

“Thank you for downloading this hypnosis file. Please make sure you are sitting, or laying comfortably before we begin….” It was her! It was really Mistress Cara’s voice. Could Mel have actually done it?

I listened as a familiar induction began, the silken voice of Mistress Cara washing over me, making me feel calm and relaxed….calm and relaxed……

The next thing I remember was being brought out of trance some time later, not remembering any part of the hypnosis file beyond the beginning of the induction. I sat up in bed, wondering if it had worked. I figured there was one way to find out…

About ten minutes and two failed orgasms later, I realized the file hadn’t worked. But why?

The curse file had worked so well, why wouldn’t this one?

I headed out to the living room to ask Mel where she got the file from, see if I could turn up anything. 

“Hey, loser. Did you listen to the recording already?” She asked.

“Yeah, I did. But uh, I don’t think it worked. I still couldn’t, you know.” 

“But you listened to the recording? What do you remember from it?” Mel asked, sounding interested.

“Umm, not much really. It was definitely the right woman speaking, I could feel myself falling into trance quickly and waking up at the end of the file.”

“Hmm, sounds like it worked to me.”

“Mel, trust me, I tested it, it hasn’t worked.” I said, noticing how Mel’s smile had widened a little.

“Well let’s see, Tom, could you be a dear and strip naked for me?” 

“Yeah, sure. But I don’t see how that will help.” I replied as I pulled my shirt over my head. My shorts and underwear followed until I was completely naked, standing in front of Mel like it was the most normal thing in the world. “....Wait, why the hell would I do that?” I quickly covered myself with my hands.

Mel burst out laughing as she answered. “Hahaha, Oh my god it really worked!”

“What? What worked?”

“Tom, be a dear and get on your knees and kiss my feet.”

“Fine, but then you’re telling me what’s so funny.” I said, annoyed at Mel’s distraction. Never-the-less, I got on my knees, totally naked, and kissed both of Mel’s feet. It wasn’t until I had finished that I realized that I shouldn’t have given in and done that so easily.

“Wait…Mel….What did you do?!” I asked, stepping away from her feet as she laughed. Something wasn’t right. 

“Man, I did wonder if simply changing the name on the hypnosis file would be too easy, but it actually worked. You actually listened to it! Hahahaha, this is gonna be so much fun.”

“What the hell, Mel? You switched the hypno-file? Why?”

“Because it’s fun, and I like being able to boss you around, and this way, I don’t have to wait until you become too horny to make you do what I want. All I have to do is say the magic words.” 

“Magic words? What magic words?” I tried to process what she was saying, I knew I had been hypnotized again, but couldn’t figure out any magic words. 

“Oh shit.” Mel said, checking the time on her phone and hopping up off the sofa. I promised Gemma I would meet her for a coffee. And my night was just getting good too. Ah well, my new slave-boy will still be here when I get home.” Mel had started slipping on her shoes near the door as she spoke.

“Wait, Mel…..” I couldn’t really think of anything else to say, I needed to know what she had done, or what I was supposed to do about it.

“Don’t worry, I’ll only be an hour or so.” Mel said. “In the meantime, could you be a dear and edge yourself every ten minutes while I’m gone? Thanks. Later loser!” And she was gone.

I reached a hand down to my cock and began stroking, quickly bringing myself to the edge before stopping. Not that it would have mattered anyway. I didn’t even give it a thought, she had asked me to edge myself, so I did.

I headed into my room after putting my clothes back on and began searching the old Mistress Cara website for any clues as to what file Mel had given me. Eventually, I came across a file titled ‘Magic words: trigger installation’. I clicked on the link and read the file description.

‘This file will install a trigger phrase which a play partner can use to compel you to carry out a command. If you want to hand over control to someone, then listen to this file and tell your partner to use the phrase ‘be a dear’ whenever they want to trigger your obedience. This file contains a suggestion to encourage repeat listens to strengthen the trigger. Please only use with a trusted partner. To remove the trigger, click here to purchase the trigger removal file.’

Be a dear, that’s why she kept saying that….and that’s why I did as she said without hesitation. Dammit!

I slumped back on my bed, knowing that I had inadvertently given Mel even more control over than she already had. I glanced at my clock….time to edge myself again.

I stroked myself quickly, taking even less time to get to the edge this time. I knew I was only following this command because of hypnosis, but it didn’t matter, I simply had to do as she said.

The interesting thing was, that the link to buy the ‘be a dear’ file was also broken, which means Mel must have found somewhere online to download the missing files, so maybe I could find the actual trigger removal file if I could figure out where Mel got the other file. 

I smiled to myself, thinking that I actually had a plan this time, which is more than I had managed since I first cursed myself. I laid on my bed and thought about how I could get Mel to tell me where she found the file. Around ten minutes later, I glanced at the time on my phone and realized that I needed to edge myself again….

—

“Hey, slave-boy. I’m hoooome.” Mel returned home about two hours after leaving. I was trying to distract myself from my arousal by playing a video game in my room, but whenever I thought I had it under control, I would need to pause the game to edge myself again, so I gave up on that idea and headed into the living area to watch some TV. 

“Thank god you’re back!” I said, finally glad to be able to stop edging myself, I was almost delirious with arousal at spending the whole two hours edging myself over and over again.

“Haha, someone’s happy to see me.”

“Well, duh! You said I had to edge myself every ten minutes while you’re gone. Now you’re back I can finally stop.”

“Pahahaha. Holy shit I forgot I said that. So you actually did it?” Mel laughed.

“Yes! Obviously I did it.”

“Oh my god that is amazing. You must be suuuuper desperate to cum by now then.” She was right, of course. But would she let me?

“I guess. But I’m more interested in how you managed to get hold of that other hypno file. I checked Mistress Cara’s site but the whole store on there is shut down.”

“I know, but I found somewhere online that had a bunch of old hypnosis files and videos. Kind of like an old online repository.”

“Huh, that’s a pretty nice find. What’s the address?” I asked, hoping a small compliment might keep her off guard.

“The address? Not sure, it will be in my history though, why do you care? Not had enough fun with hypnosis already?” Mel grinned, taking a seat next to me on the sofa.

“Well, like I said before, I’m kind of a hypnosis fetishist.” I said.

“Mhmm, plus you think the removal file might be on there.” Dammit, she figured me out easily.

“Yeah, that too.” I said, a little defeated.

“Haha, you’re so transparent. But you just tried to lie to your Boss, so you need to be punished.” 

“You’re not my boss!” I protested, but I knew right after I said it that it was a claim I could not back up.

“Oh, I’m not the boss? Well just for that, you’ve lost clothing privileges. So be a dear and make sure you’re naked whenever you’re inside our apartment.”

“Fuck that! I can’t be naked every time I’m in the apartment." But even as I was objecting, I had realized that I was in the apartment right now, and I was still dressed. I quickly remedied that situation by pulling off all my clothes. When I finished undressing, I looked down at my naked body and said. “Oh for fucks sake, Mel!”

“Hahaha, who’s the boss now, huh?” 

“You are.” I sighed, dejected.

“That’s right, and I’m also tired, so I’m heading into my room.” She stood up to leave and I thought I had gotten off a little lightly on this occasion. That feeling only lasted about five seconds.

“Oh! I almost forgot. You still need a punishment for trying to lie to me.”

“Mel, please!” 

“Be a dear and grab a spatula to spank yourself with. Ten on each ass cheek, make sure it stings.”

“Mel no!” But I had already walked over to the kitchen, even as I tried to form an objection. I opened the drawer and pulled out a flat, wooden spatula. With my ass already naked, I brought it down hard on my right ass cheek.

‘Craack!’ The sound reverberated around the apartment, solid wood on soft, tender flesh. It definitely stung. That first slap left a tingling after effect that acted as pretty good reminder of the spank.

‘Crack!’ ‘Crack!’ ‘Crack!’

I carried on spanking myself in the kitchen, my ass burning up more and more. I swapped cheeks after ten and got to work making my left match the right. ‘Crack!’ ‘Crack!’ ‘Crack!’

“Tssss, Ow!” When I was finished spanking myself, I rubbed my burning ass with my hands, I could feel the heat from them as I did.

I headed into my room and sat gingerly on my bed, rolling over onto my front to ease my stinging behind. 

My cock was still hard, if anything, the stinging reminder on my ass had only made it harder. I eventually fell asleep, wondering what Mel would have in store for me tomorrow……