Another day in paradise. My boyfriend had just made a fool of me, which was a daily occurrence by now, and I was covering my embarrassment with snark, also as per usual. The most annoying part was, he wasn’t even trying to mess with me (as far as I know). He was just waving his index finger in the air during an anecdote, and I got... stuck, looking at it. Next thing I knew, I was waking up to find myself sitting in his lap, with him smirking at me.

“So susceptible,” he teased. “So easily led. I don’t even have to try to put you in trance these days - you go down without any input from me at this point...”

“Huh.” I tapped my chin and tried to look thoughtful, even as my cheeks burned and my pussy quivered from his taunts. “So, what you’re saying is, I’m doing all the work here, and you just claim the credit? I’m the one who’s great at hypnosis, not you...?” I gave him a wicked grin, knowing that I was likely going to pay for that comment.

He smiled wryly. “You might actually have a point there.”

“Exactly,” I crowed, warming to my theme now and determined to keep digging myself deeper in the interest of scoring more points in the short term. “I mean, I can go in and out of trance like flicking a switch. And it’s a choice, obviously. I wouldn’t have let that happen if I didn’t want it to.”

“Oh, of course,” he nodded, a sincere, serious expression on his face. “You have good subject agency, we know that. You can always choose to resist.” Then he arched an eyebrow. “But you don’t want to resist, do you? You never do. Because you love being entranced so much. You long for it. You crave it.”

I glared at him, my mouth opening and closing wordlessly. I was a little stuck, to be honest, trying to come up with a bratty comment, while simultaneously struggling to hide how deeply flustered I was.

“Almost like you’re addicted,” Richard continued, his voice going low and seductive. “Addicted to hypnosis. Addicted to submission. Addicted to humiliation. Addicted to being made dumb. Addicted to denial and edging. Most of all, addicted to being mine, to play with however I like...”

“You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up,” I blurted at last. Not my cleverest comeback, I concede, but I was under pressure.

He gave me that predatory grin of his that always makes me feel so small and weak. “You wanna fuck me so bad, it makes you look stupid.”

I know, right? Even worse comeback than mine. So there’s no real excuse for how I reacted.

It wasn’t so much what he said, you understand, but more the way he said it. That deep, commanding voice that seemed to vibrate against my pussy... The sadistic smile that sent shivers running through me... That sexy British accent of his that still makes me weak at the knees, even after all these years... How close he was to me, his legs under mine, his hand on my back beneath my hair... A combination of all that just totally disarmed me. I stared at him, eyes wide, mouth agape, speechlessly thunderstruck. I probably did look stupid, to be fair.

And Danielle chose that moment to take the wheel, dissolving into giggles of arousal and submission, squirming on his lap and wrapping our arms around his shoulders like a lovestruck teenager. “Yes, Master, I wanna fuck you so bad. And I am stupid!” She chose to emphasise her words by drooling on our shirt.

“I know, love,” he chuckled, leaning in for a sloppy kiss. “You’re my stupid sex slave, and you love it. Don’t you?”

“Oh, yes, Master,” she practically moaned. “Can we? Can we fuck, please?”

“Hmm... maybe.” He grinned that evil grin again. “If AJ admits she’s addicted to my control.”

“Oooh, OK. Alyssa? Please, admit it? Then we get to fuck!”

She stepped back for a moment inside our head, to let me speak. I was not ready to be handed the microphone - I was still reeling from his degrading words. Looking like a rabbit in headlights, I mumbled, “I’m addicted to your control, Master. I’m addicted to hypnosis, to submission.” My voice grew a little stronger as I continued, “I’m addicted to denial, and edging. I’m addicted to being dumb, and being humiliated.” I inclined our head meekly, our eyes fixed on his. “I’m addicted to being your plaything, Master.”

“Good girls.” As we writhed and whimpered, he added, “Now lose yourselves in our eyes.”

And our minds plummeted into the Spiral Seas without hesitation, sucked down into the pale blue whirlpool of his irises. Our horny body was left blank and empty, ready to be fucked further into oblivion by our mischievous Master.

Just another day, furthering our addiction to being his helpless, hypnotised sex slave.