Tom was not a very sociable person. He didn’t like big gatherings or parties, and he spent more time than most people at home. But his friends kept insisting that he was missing out on life, so when he saw a poster advertising a rave not far from his house, he decided that maybe it was time to try something new. But now he was standing alone in a corner of a room full of strangers higher than rocket ship, and with music that seemed designed to give someone an epileptic attack being blasted so loud that it made his ears hurt. He was beginning to regret his decision. Perhaps it was better that he accepted his future as a hermit, and stopped wasting his money just to watch other people have a blast while he was miserable.

Suddenly, he felt someone tapping his shoulder. He turned around, and his jaw almost hit the floor. Standing right next to him with a friendly smile was an absolute bombshell of a woman. Her long, blonde hair framed her face gracefully, and her stunning light blue eyes seemed to look straight into his soul. But Tom barely noticed her hair, or the colour of here irises, because his eyes have been dragged down with irresistible strength. The woman was topless, and the only thing that she was wearing from the waist up were two spiral stickers that covered the nipples of her gorgeous, big, and round breasts, which seemed to defy gravity.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. He had seen videos on Reddit of women topless in raves, but he had always thought that those were just scripted videos to advertise someone’s Onlyfans. He never thought that those things happened in real life.

“Hi! Are you feeling alright?” She asked. Her tone was friendly and approachable. Tom made an effort to keep eye contact with the girl, even though his eyes were constantly being pulled down to her breasts like they had their own magnetic field.

“Hi, I, um… yes, I’m alright, thank you.” Said Tom awkwardly. He cringed at his own words. He had a smokeshow of a girl, topless, approaching him, and he was fumbling the ball from the first sentence. He was a lost cause.

“Are you sure?” She asked, with genuine worry in her voice. “You don’t look like you are enjoying yourself a lot. My name’s Angela, by the way. I probably should have started with that.”

“I… I am Tom. And… well, this is my first time in a rave, and I’m not sure this is my kind of party, to be honest.” He answer, scratching his head. At the very least, this memory would stay with him forever.

“Hm… I see. You are probably wondering why I care.” Said Angela. Tom was wondering why a girl like her would even look his way, but he supposed that was close enough and nodded. “Well, you see.” She explained. “I am part of the safety and well-being staff here.”

“Safety and well-being staff?” He asked, frowning slightly. She didn’t precisely look like she was part of any kind of staff with that… uniform.

“Mhm. When you have a party like this, with so many people together, half of which are on several drugs at the same time, you need to make sure that there are no incidents, and that’s what I do.” She explained. “I make sure that people are safe, and that they are enjoying themselves. And you didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself, so I came her to check on you. I understand that first times can be overwhelming. Let me guess, you have social anxiety.”

Tom hesitated a bit. “Well… I mean, I enjoy being on my own, and I’m not very good with people, but…” His speech was cut short when she grabbed his arm without a warning, and put her fingers on his wrist, checking his pulse.

“You definitely have social anxiety.” She said. “Your pulse is racing!”

Tom thought that the reason why his pulse was so accelerated was not so much that he had social anxiety, but the fact that there was a gorgeous woman standing right in front topless and grabbing his arm. That, and that his brain was frantically searching for a position in which he could place his legs to hide his growing erection. But Angela didn’t give him any time to argue.

“No wonder you are not able to enjoy the party. You need to calm down.” Angela wasn’t only straight up gorgeous, but she voice sounded like she genuinely cared about him. Some people were just perfect.

“I… I’ll try to relax.” He said, more to make her happy than anything else.

“You’ll try? No, no, mister. I’m going to help you relax. Come with me.”

Once again without giving him any time to argue, she pulled his arm, and guided him through a door, out of the main room. Now that he was behind her, he could for the first time look down her waist, free from the spell of her breasts. She was wearing some flare pants that highlighted the delicious curves of her ass. Was there any part of that woman which wasn’t absolutely beautiful?

They stopped in a white room with a couple of cabinets and an exam table. “This is the infirmary.” Explained Angela, finally letting go of his arm. “We use this when someone is having medical issues, but for now we are going to use it to give you a massage to help you relax. Take off your shirt, and lay down on the exam table.”

Tom blushed as he tried to keep calm at the idea of the gorgeous girl giving her a massage. “Are… are you sure that I need to take off my shirt?” He asked, clearly embarrassed.

Angela arched an eyebrow, amused. “I am already topless. It’s only fair that you do the same, don’t you think? But if you feel too embarrassed with your chest bare, I can give you a couple of nipple stickers.” She offered with a smirk.

“I… You can save the stickers, don’t worry.” He said, blushing even brighter. He took off his shirt, trying not to make it too obvious that it was the first time he had done such thing with a woman present.

“Good boy.” Said Angela once his shirt was on the floor, sending a shiver down his spine and making his cock twitch. “Now lay on your stomach on the exam table, and we will start.”

Once he was laying down, Angela hopped onto the table with him, placing her knees one on each side of him. “Very good.” She said, placing her warm hands softly on his bare back. “Now take a deep breath, hold it for five seconds, and exhale. And then keep that rhythm going.”

Tom began breathing as she had told him, and when her hands began working on his shoulders, he let out something between a gasp and a moan. She was the best masseuse he had ever experienced. She clearly knew what she was doing. Her hands were applying enough strength to melt the tension in his shoulders, but not enough to cause him any pain. With every breath and every movement of her hands, he felt like he was melting into a puddle of relaxation.

“That’s a good boy. I can already feel how much you are relaxing.” She said warmly, making him smile.

She then repositioned herself, and Tom felt something heavy and warm on his back while she kept melting his tension. Her breasts. Her breasts were resting on his back while she massaged him. He felt thankful that she had asked him to lay on his stomach, because, were he laying the other way, it would have been impossible to hide his erection.

Her hands climbed slowly up from his shoulders to his neck, melting more and more of his tension. “That’s it, such a good boy, just letting yourself relax and enjoy.” Tom couldn’t even remember the last time he had felt so good, and Angela’s praise made him feel even better.

Then, while one of her hands kept working on his neck, the other one began softly stroking his hair, making him feel even better. But Angela wasn’t stroking his hair in a random way: she was tracing spirals on his scalp. And as her finger swirled around on his head, his eyes replied that exact motion, moving in spirals involuntarily, unable to stop.

After less than a minute of that, Tom was so out of it, so relaxed, aroused, and blissful, that he had begun drooling. That was the cue that Angela was waiting for to continue with her next step.

“Okay, Tom, now, close your eyes.” His eyes closed softly immediately. His thoughts had melted with his tension, and he now was in autopilot, an autopilot that Angela knew how to guide. “I want you to imaging a spiral staircase, spiralling down and down and down, like the spirals that I’m tracing on your head.” Tom could see it as vividly as if he was right there. “There are ten stages of stairs. You are going to start walking down those stairs. Each number I count down, you’ll descend another stage. And when you reach the bottom of the staircase, you’ll be fully relaxed, without any tension, worries, or thoughts. Now, start walking down the stairs.”

In his mind, Tom began descending, each step pulling him deeper. Now Angela wasn’t only tracing spirals on his head: she was also tracing spirals on his back with her breasts. “Ten.” She said, softly but firmly, and Tom descended even deeper.

“Nine. Going deeper for me.” Tom’s drool had began to form a small puddle.

“Eight. Each step pulling you down.” His body felt so incredibly heavy.

“Seven. More and more empty.” Her touch felt so incredibly good.

“Six. It is just you and me.” Tom didn’t remember where he was, why he was with Angela, or which year he was living in. He didn’t care, either.

“Five. Closer and closer.” His muscles were more relaxed that they had ever been.

“Four. Spiralling down and down.” His mind was emptier than it had ever been.

“Three. So deep, so empty.” Not a single thought was going on inside his mind.

“Two. So close now.” He could already see the floor, and he kept walking down towards it.

“And one. Totally blank, totally empty, totally open.”

Tom was like a puppet that had been cut of its strings. He was just a mannequin made out of flesh in that moment, with no thoughts, no will, and no way to move on his own.

“In front of you there is a door with a keyhole.” As soon as Angela’s delicious voice said it, he could see it clear as day. “It is the door to your mind. Only you have the key to it. Go ahead and open it for me.”

Angela smiled satisfied when she saw him extending his arm and turning an invisible key in an invisible keyhole. “Good boy. Now walk through that door. We are inside your mind right now. Can you see that computer?” Tom nodded. “It is the centre that controls your mind. Right now it has you in control, but you want me to have control over your mind.” It wasn’t a question, and she didn’t wait for an answer. “Look into the screen. It says: *are you sure that you want to give full control of your mind to Angela?* Go ahead and click yes for me, darling.”

Her smiled grew when she saw him clicking on an invisible mouse. “Such a good boy. Now I have full control of your mind, and the only way you can have that control back is if I give it to you. As such, you can’t hide anything from me, and you can’t disobey me in any way.”

Angela hopped off the exam table, her breasts bouncing as she landed. “Now, Tom, stand up, and take the rest of your clothes off.”

This time without blushing, Tom pulled his pants and his boxers down, with his hard cock standing to attention. Angela smirked. “Hm. I like what I see.” Even in his completely empty state, or maybe accentuated because of it, Angela’s approval made him feel wonderful, and he smiled dumbly.

“Now, get on your knees.” As soon as the last letter of her command was pronounced, Tom kneeled, earning another “good boy” from Angela. Then, the gorgeous woman who was in charge of Tom’s mind pulled down her own pants, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any kind of underwear. She walked closer to him. Their heights matched so well that, kneeling and looking straight ahead, Tom was making direct eye contact with Angela’s pussy.

“Now, you are going to eat my pussy.” She said, softly stroking his hair. “But because I don’t like to be the only one having fun, each lick that you give to my pussy, you’ll feel it on your cock too. So the better you make me feel, the better you will feel. But, absolutely no cumming before I do. You will cum right when I do, and not a second before. And now, get to work.”

Tom began eagerly licking Angela’s pussy. With his first lick, he let out a moan, as he felt an invisible tongue licking his hard and sensitive cock. Soon, he was eating Angela out like his life depended on it, and feeling more pleasure than he had ever thought possible. Had Angela not forbidden him from cumming, he would have reached orgasm in less than a minute. And Angela’s delightful moans were only pushing him even more to the edge.

Angela was quick to notice that her new pet didn’t have much experience, but his eagerness made up for it. Both their moans blended together as they felt better and better with each lick, and Angela’s legs began shaking, She held onto Tom’s shoulders, and, with an even louder moan, she reached her climax.

As soon as Angela came, Tom came too, harder than he had ever even imagined he could, and in a greater amount than ever before. He had felt a pleasure that couldn’t even begin to be compared to anything he had felt before, and when the orgasm finally faded away, his entire body was trembling.

Angela’s legs weren’t exactly firm either, but she managed to take a couple of steps back. “You are such a good boy. I definitely struck gold with you tonight.” She said, earning another mindless smile from Tom. But despite her orgasm, Angela wasn’t satisfied yet. “Stand back up, Tom.” Like before, he was standing as soon as she gave the order. His cock had grown soft after the orgasm, but it was quickly getting hard again with Angela’s naked body so close to him.

“Are you a virgin, Tom?” She asked, softly stroking his cheek. Normally, the question would have made him extremely embarrassed, but he was so deep under her trance that he could not feel any kind of embarrassment. Angela had asked a question, and he had to answer it truthfully.

“Yes, I am a virgin.” He answered, making her smirk.

“Wonderful. I love taking people’s virginity. Now, be a good boy for me and lay back down on the exam table, but this time on your back.”

When Tom laid down, his cock was fully stiff once again. Angela climbed onto the table with him and kneeled down with her knees around his hips and her dripping pussy hovering over his cock. “Tom, listen to me. I know that you have thought many times about how entering a pussy would feel. My pussy is going to feel a thousand times better than anything you could have possibly imagined. But you aren’t going to be able to cum until I snap my fingers. Even if I ride you for an hour straight, and your body is begin for release, you will not cum. Oh, and I almost forgot. I love boys who moan, make noise, and make it clear how much pleasure I’m giving them. So you will not hold back any moans, and you will not try to keep a straight face. You will enjoy yourself without restrictions.”

Once again, she wasn’t asking, and once again, she didn’t wait for an answer before impaling herself on his cock. She let out a small moan as she slid down his rod, but her moan was hidden behind Tom’s loud moan.

Tom had never felt any kind of pleasure that could even compare to what he was feeling in that moment. If it wasn’t for Angela’s orders, he would have came the very moment she let herself drop on his cock. And as she began riding him, the pleasure only got stronger and stronger. It seemed impossible to go even deeper into trance than he was know, but, between the mind-melting pleasure he was feeling, and the hypnotic way in which Angela’s gorgeous breasts bounced as she rode him, he just kept going deeper and deeper, with only pleasure and devotion in his mind.

He was moaning so loudly that, had he not lost the ability to think a long time ago, he would be sure that the people at the rave were hearing him. As his moans mixed with hers, his eyes were rolling around and crossing, unable to cope with the overwhelming pleasure.

Angela was riding him at full speed now, bouncing on his cock faster and faster, moving her hips to enjoy the full length of his cock. Tom’s moans and face where only turning her on even more, and she was feeling herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Then, Tom felt her moans getting even louder and more high-pitched. She slammed herself against his hips and, without warning, snapped her fingers, making him explode harder than he ever had as they drowned together in pleasure. Angela reached the most intense part of her orgasm as his seed filled her, making her roll her eyes as he had done. After riding off her most intense orgasm in a long time, Angela let herself fall next to Tom, with his cock still inside her, and wrapped her arms around him.

Both of them were still panting, trying to recover their breath after the most intense and delicious exercise. She held him a bit closer, feeling the warm skin of his chest against her breasts . “Such… a good… boy.” She praised him, still out of breath, making him smile.

After a couple of minutes, Angela was somewhat recovered. She stood up from the table, with a few drops of his cum dripping from her pussy, and walked to her pants. She took something from its pocket, and walked back to the man that was mindlessly looking at his goddess.

“Sit up for me, Tom.” She said, making him sit up like he had been hit by lightning. With a satisfied smile, she showed him what she had in her hand: A stamp with a cat paw printed on it. Then, she walked closed to him, and softly stamped it on his cheek.

“With this, everyone will know that you are one of my pets. My pets are only mine, so I can’t have anyone using them, can I?” She asked, sweetly and seductively. Tom shook his head. “Exactly. I’m sure you saw a few people with this mark on the party before, even if you didn’t think much of it. It’s not like you can think anything of it now, either.” She chuckled.

“Let me explain what is going to happen next.” She said, giving him a soft kiss on his lips that tasted like the sweetest honey. Tom was growing hard again, and Angela softly ran a single finger over it, making him twitch. “You are going to go back to the rave, and you are going to have the time of your life. You are going to dance, you are going to talk to other people, and you are going to enjoy yourself. You don’t have to take any drugs, if you wouldn’t do it if you were in control of your mind, but you aren’t going to stand alone in a corner any more, understood?”

Tom nodded eagerly, and Angela rewarded him with another kiss. “Good boy. You can make out with my other pets if you want, too. But only make out. Your cock belongs to me and only me, as do the pussies and cocks of my other pets.”

“And one last thing. When you get back home, you are going to wash your face, and, when the paw on your face gets erased, you’ll forget everything about me, and about what we have done. You won’t even remember that I exist. But you’ll remember that you came to this rave, and that you had an amazing time, and you’ll come back next week.”

She gave him one last kiss, and began putting her pants back on. Tom’s eyes were fixated on her breasts as they bounced while she pulled her pants up her wide hips. “Now, I’m afraid I need to go and give my other pets attention to. Having pets is a big responsibility. Get dressed, and go back to the party when you are ready. But leave your shirt here. I like to keep the shirts of everyone whose virginity I take… as a sort of trophy, I suppose.”

With that being said, she blew him a kiss, turned around, and walked out the door. Tom’s mindless gaze kept stuck on his new owner until she was out of sight.