“Now wake up for me.”
    Diana groaned contentedly. She rose up from her bed and stretched, like a cat waking up from a delightful nap. Her memories were a delightful blur. She remembered sucking Billy’s cock, which was pretty fun. And oh god, he was reading her fanfiction. She blushed instantly, nervous over whether he liked it or not. And then…
    Stop my pretty and listen to me…
    Just remembering the words was enough to make her shiver. Of course Billy put her into trance. The memory came back so clearly now, of her slowing down in surprise as the trigger words hit her. How she slipped down into trance sucking on Billy’s dick. The taste of his cum filling her mouth as she drooled out the mindless response. Diana touched her face, checking to make sure there wasn’t any cum left behind. It would be so embarrassing to be left hypnotized with cum on her face, totally helpless. Okay, maybe that would be more hot than embarrassing. But as her fingers searched over her features she found not a trance of cum. The only thing she discovered was a blindfold covering her eyes.
    It was so strange how Diana didn’t notice she couldn’t see until right then. As if it were perfectly natural to be waking from a trance into a dark room, with no idea what was around her.
    “So we’re playing with blindfolds now?” she asked, sporting a cheeky smile.
    No one answered.
    “Billy?” Diana turned her head back and forth, looking around the room out of habit. Obviously she couldn’t see anything with the blindfold on. Why would Billy blindfold her and leave? No, he was still here. He’d told her to wake up, she could remember that much.
    Diana took stock of her mind, combing her memories and feelings. She remembered sucking Billy’s cock before he put her in trance, but then there was a gap. A noticeable blank spot in her memory from when she was on her knees, cum dripping down her chin, to her suddenly in bed and waking up blindfolded.
    So he made her forget on purpose. Which meant Billy was up to something kinkier than just blindfolds. The other thing Diana realized was that she wasn’t Billy’s slave. He hadn’t reprogrammed her yet, so that her feelings for Billy were all her own. It still shocked Diana how much she’d fallen for someone who had been practically a stranger a week ago.
    Diana hesitantly got to her feet. She began to walk around the room, holding her arms out to stop from running into anything. At least she had a clear mental picture of where everything in her room was to navigate by. Suddenly Diana stopped. How did she know she was in her room anymore?
    That could have been any bed she’d woken up on. Entranced and obedient, Diana could have followed Billy back to his room. Or taken her to a hotel, or anywhere really. A shrinking sense of vertigo came over her, as the familiar landscape of her room warped in the darkness. She was totally unmoored, lost like a ship out on a dark sea. There was no way for her to know where anything was. She was helpless.
    Diana whimpered as the pleasure seeped through her body. God this was hot.
    “Billy,” she said, pleading in what she hoped was a seductive tone. “Please tell me where to go.”
    “Stay where you are,” his voice said from the darkness.
    Diana froze instantly. It wasn’t the obedience of a slave, programmed and left without choice. It was the obedience of a scared girl, desperate for direction. It made her melt how submissive and helpless the total darkness had rendered her. She really had to give Billy credit for being so creative.
    Hands began to grope her tits. Diana flinched away, then forced herself to step forward again. The hands were there waiting for her, and Diana pressed her chest against them. They kneaded her tits and Diana moaned helplessly.
    “Oh Billy,” she cooed.
    A firm pair of hands grabbed at her ass, squeezing tight. A cold shiver ran through Diana, but her body burned red hot.
    “Billy?”
    More hands now. Caressing her arms and legs. Groping her openly. A hand brazenly grabbed her crotch, making Diana whimper. Their fingers slid over her clit and it was all Diana could do not to wilt and go limp among all those hands claiming her.
    She was a helpless doll for them to fondle and use. They weren’t holding her down or forcing her. Diana knew she could escape if she wanted to. But where would she run to in the darkness? She was blindfolded and would probably just hurt herself running into a chair or smacking directly into a wall.
    There was nothing Diana could do but submit to the hands that wanted to use her. She only hoped Billy was among them.
    “Please Billy,” she pleaded.
    “Stop.”
    Instantly the hands vanished. They didn’t let go and pull away, but rather disappeared instantly, like magic. Like they were never really there to begin with.
    Diana let out a shaky breath, bending over to grab her knees for support. “Oh my god. That was… intense.”
    “Was it too much?”
    She smiled at the concern in his voice. “No. It was great. Except you didn’t let me… you know.”
    “I didn’t let all those strangers grope you until you came like the needy slut you are?”
    The words hit Diana like a slap to the face. And she liked it. “Yes. I wanted to cum like a needy slut.”
    “You didn’t even know who they were. I could have been letting anyone use you.”
    “You could have,” Diana said, nodding her head. “I wouldn’t even know. You could hypnotize me to do whatever you want.”
    From the darkness beyond the blindfold she heard Billy chuckle. “You knew they weren’t real, right?”
    “Not at first,” she admitted, blushing hard. “When the first hands grabbed my tits I thought it was you. But when someone grabbed my ass I…” Diana gulped. “I thought you really let someone else grab me. Like you took me to your friends and were going to let them grope me. It was scary, but also really hot.”
    A firm hand grabbed her ass. Diana jumped, but settled when she felt the familiar weight of Billy’s body resting against her side. “Maybe I should let my friends use you. Since you sound like you’d enjoy it so much.”
    Diana smirked. She knew Billy wouldn’t really do that to her. As hot of a fantasy as it was, that was certainly a hard limit for her. Besides, if there was one thing she knew about Billy, it was that he wasn’t about to share her with anyone else.
    “You read about this from one of my fanfics,” she finally managed to say.
    Billy said nothing, just kept amusing himself by groping her ass.
    “But not the one I set you up to read when I was sucking your cock. How long did you have me in trance?”
    “You can’t tell? Just look at the time.”
    Diana frowned. “Kinda hard to do that right now.”
    “Then let me help you.” Billy stepped back from her. There was some shuffling around before he said, “Here, you can use my phone to see the time.”
    Now Diana was getting annoyed. “I can’t see your phone with the blindfold on.”
    “What blindfold?”
    Diana reached up to yank the blindfold off, only her fingers didn’t feel it anymore. She’d felt it so vividly before; a soft strip of silk, cool and luxurious over her eyes. Except it wasn’t there anymore. In the darkness all Diana felt was her fingers trailing over her own face, with nothing covering her eyes.
    “What?”
    “Look at me, Diana.” 
    And just like that Diana could see again. Everything came back into focus. They were in her room, had been all along. Billy stood smugly in front of her. And in his hand was his phone, the screen pressed right up towards her face. She saw the time, realizing nearly an hour had passed. But what really grabbed her attention was the background image for Billy’s phone.
    It was a picture of her. She was dressed in her blue bikini, posing against the wall like a model in a swimsuit magazine. Her smile shone like a woman in love, staring devotedly at the man taking the picture.
    It was a great pic of her, but she didn’t remember taking it.
    Billy had taken it while she was in trance. And he’d made her believe she was blindfolded when she wasn’t. Diana stumbled back as the gravity of that hit her. It meant that all this time her eyes were open, seeing her room clearly around her. Seeing right where Billy was, and the fact that the strangers groping her didn’t exist at all. 
    And yet Billy had managed to shut all of that out. He’d put Diana in complete darkness, unable to process anything she clearly saw around her.
    “Holy shit,” she muttered, falling back onto her bed. Diana stared up at Billy in awe. “How did you do that?”
    “It took a few minutes of testing to block out your vision, but once your subconscious got the idea it went pretty easy. I should be able to blindfold you like that anytime in trance now. We just had to set up the experience first.”
    Diana shut her eyes, trying to recapture that feeling. But even with her eyes shut tight, it was nowhere close to how complete the darkness Billy had conjured for her felt. It was absolute, with no light and no chance of navigating. Now he could do that to her anytime he wanted. Lock away her sight, leaving her totally helpless.
    She said his name quietly, and Billy’s face instantly filled with concern.
    “What is it? You feeling okay from that?”
    Diana just spread her legs in open invitation. “I need you to fuck me. Right now.”
    “Oh damn. That really got to you.”
    She nodded meekly. “It was so fucking hot. So much better than I ever imagined.” She felt Billy pat her leg. Diana bit her lip, waiting for Billy to hop onto her and fuck her brains out like she so desperately needed.
    “Well that’s good to know, but I’m not done with you yet.”
    Diana opened her eyes and stared at him in disbelief. “You’re not going to fuck me?”
    There was clearly some hesitation on his face, as he glanced down at her soaked pussy. Diana whimpered and reached down to tease herself, trying to tempt him further.
    “Please Billy. I need you to take me so bad.”
    Billy shuddered and was clearly debating on changing his plans. But then he stared down at her, hard and determined.
    “Sorry Diana. But I’m going to be making you a lot more desperate before you get to be fucked.”
    How much more desperate could she get? It was frustrating as hell, but Diana couldn’t deny how excited she was to see what was in store.
    “Bring it on,” she sang, goading her hypnotist to do his worst.
    And Billy’s confident smile proved he was up to the challenge. “You’re in for it now. Stop my pretty and listen to me…”
    Diana dropped so quickly she didn’t even hear the rest of the trigger phrase. So horny and desperate that her mind surrendered without a fight. It felt like just an instant passed before Billy was ordering her to wake. As if she merely nodded off for only a second.
    Except now she was standing before Billy, her body locked in place. It took her a second to get her bearings. One of her hands was behind her head, and the other on her hip, in a blatantly obvious sexy pose. Diana couldn’t move her body or change position. How long had Billy kept her positioned like this?
    She’d hoped that her libido would have calmed down with whatever time passed while she was in trance, but if anything she was hornier than ever. After all, her hypnotized self was doing what turned her on most: being controlled by Billy.
    Billy walked into her view with an obvious grin. And an obvious erection tenting the front of his pants. He actually whistled at her, like some kind of old-timey cartoon pervert.
    Immobile in her pose, all Diana could do was roll her eyes.
    “You look great, Diana. I mean it. You should definitely wear that more often.”
    Diana felt her face grow tight, as she wanted to frown in confusion but her face wanted to keep its neutral happy smile. It was weird having two emotions trying to fight for control of her face. In the end Diana felt her face relax, the hypnotic smile winning.
    But she was aware of the air on her body. Only now it felt like she was in her underwear, the fabric cool against her sensitive nipples and her wet pussy. Why would Billy dress her up again? 
    “Oh, you can move now. I got all the pics I need.”
    Diana’s body unstuck from the pin up pose. It was frustratingly hot how much control Billy had over her. “So taking pictures of me now?”
    “Don’t worry, I won’t send them to anyone. Promise.”
    Diana frowned, but doubted Billy would share compromising pictures with his friends. After all, if he wanted to he could just order Diana to pose and model for them in person. Make her walk into the male dorms naked and pose for everyone to see. Damn, that experience with all the hands groping her in the darkness had really set off her exhibition fantasies.
    But she had to stay in the moment. So Diana forced herself to focus on the here and now, staring down at herself to see she was wearing her blue bikini again.
    “Wait, so you made me wear a bikini to take a pic of me earlier. And now you made me wear it again to take more pictures?”
    Guilt flashed on Billy’s face, but then he shrugged. “Not like I can have enough pictures of you in a sexy bikini.”
    “I bet you took enough to start your own magazine,” she said as a tease, only for it to backfire and fill her head with a fantasy of Billy commanding her to become a swimsuit model. Which then became a fantasy of Billy ordering her to be a lingerie model, and then of her being commanded to become a porn star. Diana smiling obediently as she stripped and did whatever Billy wanted.
    “I’m fantasizing about you ordering me to do porn,” Diana told Billy nonchalantly.
    “Oh really?”
    “Yeah, like you commanding me to fuck whoever and film it. Make me into your personal porn star, while I’m so devoted and conditioned that I’ll obey you completely.” Diana smiled. It was a fun but nasty fantasy. And then she clapped a hand over her mouth. Why had she admitted all that? She hadn’t meant to share such a degrading fantasy with Billy. It had just slipped out.
    Billy laughed. “I forgot to mention I gave you a new suggestion. That when you have a fantasy that you don’t want to tell me about because it’s too embarrassing or shameful, then you’ll feel compelled to definitely tell me about it.”
    “Oh that’s evil.” Diana flipped him off, but couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Now she had to be careful of letting her fantasies get away from her. One wrong turn into the dark corners of her fantasies and then she’ll find herself marching right up to Billy to share it. So she took a deep breath and did her best to clear her mind of the sexy fantasy of herself on her knees, eating out a cute porn star or letting another man fuck her for Billy’s entertainment. It took a few more deep breaths before she could shake it off.
    “So, I’m in a bikini. What’s your big plan for me?”
    “I thought we’d act out another scene from your fanfic.”
    A storm of butterflies whirled in Diana’s stomach. “Which one?”
    “One that involves Donna in a sexy purple bikini.”
    Diana tugged on her blue bikini top. “I, uh, didn’t end up buying one of those. My friends said blue went with my eyes.”
    “Oh don’t worry, I can fix that.” Billy snapped his fingers.
    Before Diana’s eyes the fabric of her bikini deepened in color, the sky blue bruising into a lovely shade of purple. The same hue as Donna’s trademark purple.
    “Holy crap! How did you-”
    “I tested out a couple of things while you were in trance. I figured if I can block your vision with hypnosis, then maybe I can make you see things that aren’t there. Change your reality a bit.”
    Diana stroked the purple bikini, marveling at it. Obviously she knew it wasn’t real, but it wasn’t just about a simple color change. If Billy really could make her see things that weren’t there, then that would open up a whole new world of possibilities. A whole new arsenal he could use to gaslight and manipulate her. A way to control the very world she saw around her.
    “You could use this to mess with my head and completely fuck me up, until I’m totally dependent on you.” Diana winced as soon as she stopped speaking. It came out so naturally, only realizing she was betraying herself in hindsight.
    Billy was wringing his hands nervously. “Yeah, I had the same thought. But if I start messing around with that too much it might cause a lot of problems for you. I don’t want to actually fuck you up.”
    Diana nodded, knowing it was for the best.
    But then that bastard Billy smirked and added, “So we’ll just have to practice it a little at a time, before I decide to fuck up your mind on purpose.”
    Her heart raced and her clit throbbed. “You really are a tease.”
    He smiled back at her, then clapped his hands. “Right. So now you’re in your purple bikini. And I want to make you into my devoted slave again.”
    Oh right. It actually surprised Diana to realize she still had her free will. Even without the conditioning making her into his loyal slave, he still had so much control over her thanks to the hypnotic trance. Did it even make a difference at this point? She was as good as his already, and she was so wet and desperate for him to fuck and claim her. All she had to do was accept the conditioning back into her head, and then she’d be Billy’s obedient slave girl again.
    Only as soon as the thought crossed her mind, Diana felt a strong urge to resist. To fight being Billy’s slave as long as she could. The resistance shocked her.
    “Why don’t I want to be your slave?” she asked, with a note of genuine panic.
    “Shh, just relax,” Billy said, soothing her as if she were a skittish pet. “That was me, don’t worry. I just didn’t want you giving in right away. I want you to hold out for as long as you can.”
    Diana did relax a bit hearing that, though it was still strange having the urge to resist being Billy’s slave. “Okay, but what if I keep resisting and won’t be your slave anymore?”
    At that, Billy just walked over and patted her cheek. “That won’t be a problem.” He suddenly took hold of her chin, forcing Diana to lock eyes with him. “Because I’m going to break you. That’s a promise, Diana. You’re going to hold out as long as you can, only because I want you to put up a fight so I can break you and make you mine. Got it?”
    “Yes,” Diana replied, her eyes wide. The only reason she didn’t call him Master just then was because of the very resistance he put in her head. If that hypnotic impulse to resist wasn’t there, Diana knew she would have been on her knees offering her mind to him right then and there.
    But the fact was she could resist. Which meant Billy would have to make good on his promise to break her spirit. Diana grinned, mind whirling with ideas at how he was going to do it.
    She felt her mouth opening, ready to spill every devious fantasy she was conjuring up for how Billy was going to destroy her free will. Only Billy tapped a finger to her lips, and Diana obediently went silent.
    “Ready?”
    Diana merely nodded her head, already squirming.
    With that Billy smiled, then grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. Diana gasped as she saw the impossible sight waiting for her.
    Rising up from the other side of her bed were six mechanical tentacles, their metal sleek and shining in the light. It wasn’t real. It was just in her head, like her bikini changing color. Except they looked so real to her. And when one of the tentacles surged forward and wrapped itself around her wrist it certainly felt real. It constricted, tight and controlling. Diana winced, shocked at how real the constraint felt.
    Suddenly the tentacle yanked, and Diana yelped as her arm was pulled straight ahead, dragging the rest of her body with her. She stumbled forward, trying to take her hand back from a robot tentacle that couldn’t be real. It was just a figment of her imagination, taken right out of her fanfiction. The story about Donna being kidnapped, with a bunch of mechanical tentacles scooping her up off a beach before ravaging her body. Fucking her senseless until they carried her limp body away.
    Diana’s eyes went wide as she saw the other tentacles slithering towards her, knowing exactly how this story would end.
    “Oh fuck,” she squeaked, her voice a mixture of fear and lust.
    The tentacle yanked hard on her arm and Diana found herself flopping forward onto her bed. She whirled around, having just a moment to appreciate the robotic tentacles coiled above her. Then they struck. They wrapped around her ankles and her other wrist, forcing her arms and legs out straight. Leaving her helpless as two of the tentacles slid under her bikini top, their cold tips groping at her breasts. 
    Diana moaned and writhed as another tentacle tore her bikini bottoms away. But before she could even wonder if that had really happened, she felt one of the tentacles pressing itself against her soaking pussy. It slid in without any resistance, filling her more deeply than she thought possible.
    “Biiillyyy,” she groaned, eyes searching her room as the impossible tentacles fucked her. Finally she caught sight of him, having gotten around to the other side of the room. Billy had his phone out, recording her with a lecherous smile. Diana only imagined how slutty she looked, moaning so openly as the tentacles groped and fucked her hard.
    This was not the way she imagined being made a porn star. It was so much hotter.
    Diana smiled for the camera, only to feel a tug on her mind. She was meant to be resisting. Putting up a fight against Billy. All so that the pleasure of being used like this would break her, until she was begging to be Billy’s slave forever.
    She realized grimly that it was not going to take long at all for that. But Diana did her best to fight back against the tentacles holding her. To not let them ravage her needy cunt. But the tentacles overpowered her with ease. When another tentacle entered her ass, Diana could only moan with grateful pleasure. Then a tentacle shoved itself into her mouth. Diana felt her jaw forced open as the tentacle pushed into her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began to suck on the metal tentacle as if it were a cock.
    The tentacles were fully coiled around her now, fucking her in every hole. And Diana was loving every second of it, reduced to nothing but a shameless whore. Her eyes found Billy standing over her. She moaned a muffled surrender, knowing that Billy couldn’t understand her.
    Except somehow Billy knew. Because he snapped his fingers and the tentacles redoubled their efforts. The orgasm was crashing its way over Diana, ready to explode.
    Then, impossibly, the tentacles lifted Diana right off of her bed. She squealed in shock as they held her in the air, leaving her feeling impossibly weightless. The tentacles continued to fuck her as they carried her through the air, spinning her around to face Billy.
    There was no way this could be happening. There was no way Billy could really do this to her. And yet it was happening, and he was doing this. Diana stared at her Master in true awe.
    Then she came hard, the world whiting out in ecstasy.