Completely mindless... 

I would love to say that he implanted this craving inside my mind, but that would be a lie. Not because he isn’t capable of such hypnotic trickery, but because I know myself well enough to understand why I secretly craved what he offered me.

​Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t want or ever desired to be a man’s hypnotic thrall, reduced to enact every possible cliché and sexual fantasy my looks naturally inspire in the men around me. I worked hard all my life to be more than just a pretty girl and made a point to earn every promotion I ever got. I knew my looks always helped me out in the business world, but they also handicapped me.

 

Being taken seriously by a room full of men when you look like a wet dream isn’t easy, but my business sense and hard work eventually proved that I was more than a pretty set of tits.

Not that you would know that if you met me here, while I was with him...

Here, I look every bit the depraved fantasy a pervert mind can dream up. I wear sexy lingerie and do my makeup to fully enhance my natural beauty. My posture is relaxed and open as I unconsciously add a sexy sway to my hips whenever I walk. I always sit or stand in a way that provokes erotic thoughts because I can’t help putting my body on display. My eyes are soft and unfocused while my lips are almost constantly parted as I wait for instructions.

There is no ounce of my being that projects any sort of assertiveness or even a will of my own. I am completely clueless to the looks his guests give me as they openly leer at my body. Even when he comes up to me and his hands take liberties with my curves, my face betrays nothing but soft docile compliance to his molestation. 

If you met me in his home, you would see nothing more than a woman, completely at peace with her role as a pretty plaything. A mindless beauty that will do anything and everything he commands without a hint of worry to crease her exquisite features.

A perfectly docile doll he dresses up and plays with however he wants.

No one I work with would believe it even if they saw me with their own eyes. At work, I’m cold and ruthless. Devious and cunning in ways that earned me the respect I deserved. I worked for years to become the business woman that could take a struggling company and build it up to a multinational cash cow. I know when to use my looks to help out a deal and I know when to play them down. 

I always get what I want because I have a real knack to read the people around me. 

My confidence and assertiveness translated into my love life and manifested as a string of submissive men that I wrapped around my little finger. If I’m completely honest, nothing in my life hinted that I would enjoy being anything else.

Until I met him…

He invited me out for dinner and I accepted, thinking it would be like any other date with a wealthy man.

How wrong I was...

He never asked to place me under his sway, he simply did. To this day, I’m not even sure how he managed to place me in a trance, but by the time dessert was served, I was completely captivated. Almost mindless...

He deepened that state of mind and brought me along for a long walk in the park. All the while, my mind was docile and open to everything he said. He told me he knew my type well. That he understood what I secretly craved. I couldn’t argue or truly form a thought by then, so I just listened.

Now that I know what he can do, I understand that he could have easily brought me to his home that night. He could have spent hours inside my mind until I was his naked horny plaything.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he deepened my mindless docile state as we walked and slowly made his way to my home. There he had me go inside, without him, and take a long hot shower before I went to bed. He told me I would experience the most restful night I had ever felt and as I woke up the next morning, I could only agree.

That night made me realize 2 things: First, that the man I had gone out with was far more dangerous and talented than I could have imagined. But more importantly, it made me vividly aware of how good it felt to let go.

To truly turn off my brain... 

That had never happened to me before. I spent my teenage years and adult life working hard to sharpen my mind and think 10 steps ahead of everyone around me. I stressed and fussed about every little detail of my life and business. Hell, even when I was out ‘relaxing’ or enjoying some time off, my mind was going through spreadsheets and business plans. 

From the moment I wake up to the moment I close my eyes to sleep, my mind never stops planning and worrying.

When he covertly hypnotized me and quieted my mind, I got a taste of what it felt like to truly relax. Truly let go... 

Of course, my natural instincts fought the welcoming sensation. Pointing out the betrayal of my consent while also making me aware that, as a proud business woman, I shouldn’t crave something so mind numbing. I shouldn’t indulge in any activity that could threaten my mental faculties in any way, shape or form.

But as time went on, the craving lingered. Like a dull ache…

An ache that grew with each passing day.

I longed to feel my mind quiet itself again and before long, I found myself calling him back.

I almost hung up on him when he told me he knew I couldn’t resist calling him. But... My pride and fear were quickly pushed aside because the truth of my feelings was clear: I wanted what he had offered.

And as we talked, I soon discovered that he wanted something I could offer him.

Like any business deal, I negotiated with the man that had shown me a unique style of mental peace while also quietly cursing myself for being the one negotiating from a position of weakness. 

Why? Because as eager as he was to gain the things he wanted from me, he did not crave them like I yearned for his special brand of peace. That positioned me at a clear disadvantage. 

And he knew it.

I’m certainly not proud of the outcome of my negotiations, in fact, my business mind is downright appalled by it. But... It turns out that at the very least, I had been right because the depth of my mindless euphoric bliss is completely worth it.

The terms of our deal are rather simple, I decide when I offer myself to him. I’m the one that decides how much time I wish to enjoy his hypnotic peace. He can’t come see me at work or call me. He can’t leave post hypnotic suggestions to make me come to him when it suits him.

Even if he certainly could, he doesn’t because he understands how much I need it. 

However, once I am here in his home...

I forfeit myself to his whims. While I am triggered to enjoy the mindless bliss only he can offer me, I have no say over what he does with me. True, I did manage to negotiate myself a set of limits, but if I’m honest, I ended up agreeing to more than I’m 100% comfortable with.

Like I said... I usually never negotiate from a position of weakness.

The first day I spent in his home, I was so nervous over the things I knew he would make me do that I almost didn’t knock on his door. But my desire to feel my mind rest was too strong and I eventually did. 

Under normal circumstances, I would never dream of offering myself so openly to a man. But... As he guided me down an intense and wonderful induction, placing my mind under his powerful sway, I quickly realized that I didn’t care.

I COULDN’T care...

I was blissfully mindless and docile to all his requests.

Nothing mattered to me because nothing reached my sharp analytical mind.

I was just a living doll he could pose and dress up. Which he did. That first day, he made me change into all manner of lingerie and pornographic costumes. He paraded me around his home naked as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I didn’t care.

He had me make us lunch in nothing but an apron while he watched and admired me. He had me clean his bedroom in a maid uniform and crawl around the living room like a dog. He made me do all manner of degrading things and I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I was totally and euphorically mindless. 

Blank. 

Happy.

The only sexual thing he had me do was to give him a titty fuck. Part of me had obviously registered the strain in his pants throughout the day, but it was just as noteworthy as the color of the paint on the walls. Even when he made me kneel and he placed his cock between my lubricated tits, I didn’t react or care. I followed his directions and slowly pumped my pillowy tits up and down his girth. 

My mind was blank and my body was completely docile. I just performed as he commanded and tenderly coaxed out the release he wished to experience. 

Nothing more.

I didn’t even care when he came all over my tits. Which mildly surprised me because I had never allowed anyone to do it before.

By the time I was cleaned and dressed to leave at his front door, I felt like nothing special had happened. Even when he snapped me out of my mindless state and I felt the comforting fog lift from my precious mind, I still didn’t care about anything he made me do.

I remembered it all of course, as per our agreement, but I couldn’t muster the will to be ashamed or even worry about it. I knew I had agreed beforehand, but I was glad to discover that I felt nothing when I thought about it. 

I even smiled.

Why? Because I realized that even if the way he used me went against everything I believed in as a strong independent woman, I realized in that moment that it would never affect me. I could march right back to my life and feel good about the peace I allowed my mind while my body was being useful to him.

So... Even if I knew that I would be made to be his sexual plaything, I went back to him the very next weekend.
I’m not sure if it was because he was satisfied that I truly accepted our strange little arrangement, but on that second visit to his home, he didn’t waste any time before he decided to enjoy my body. After a long and incredibly satisfying induction, he decided to undress me himself. He took his time and had me help out with a few articles of my outfit, but before long, I was standing naked before him, blank and docile, as he methodically touched and inspected every inch of my body.

My skin reacted to his touch as goosebumps erupted everywhere along my skin. Admittedly making me feel incredibly good and aroused as I realized later on that without my mind to think, all that was left was pure sensations.

Once he was satisfied, he placed a hand on the top of my head and gently pushed down. Normally, such a crude patronizing move would have made me laugh, but since I was blissfully mindless, my body obeyed without resistance and I knelt down with the same vacant smile on my lips. 

My interest wasn’t even peaked when I watched him unzip and free his cock, right there in front of my face.

He instructed me to orally pleasure him and I did. My mind was just as blissful and empty as before as my hands and mouth busied themselves with the task. Memories of similar sexual experiences floated to the surface of my mind, but only as a reference point for my body to follow. I didn’t think or fantasize about anything as my lips and tongue worshiped his shaft.

As far as my mind and emotions were concerned, I could have been reading a book or washing the dishes..

It was the first time his cock was in my mouth and it felt as natural to me as if I had been sucking him for months. Even when he placed his hands in my hair to guide my rhythm, I took it in stride as if he had always done so. I wasn’t a stranger to sucking cock, but I would never let a man place his hands on my head while I went down on him. 

When I sucked cock, I was in control.

But not when I suck HIS cock. 

When my lips wrap around his girth, I have no control over my actions. My mind is empty and docile while I pleasure him so if anything, I’m grateful for his strong guidance because it offers me direction in my given task.

Same goes for my usual preference for a man’s sperm. I don’t care if he makes me swallow it or splashes it all over my face. Whatever he wants in that specific moment is exactly what I'll do without thought or concern.

I think that in many ways, that first blowjob was like a demonstration for him. He didn’t coach or guide me too much before he finally erupted inside my mouth. Since then however, he has ‘trained’ my oral skills multiple times to teach me all the things he enjoys most. He even trained my throat so it would accept his whole girth!

But that came later...

That second day with him, he made a point of showing me just how much control he could exert over my mind and body. After he was done enjoying my mouth, he had me listen to a recording of his voice while I masturbated.

My mind was so open that I could almost FEEL his words sink into it. 

By the time he had me prepare lunch, my mind was already conditioned to respond to my new trigger, which he used while I did the dishes. As empty and docile as my mind was, I could still register the things happening around me. So I knew he came into the kitchen and clearly heard his zipper go down while I scrubbed the dishes.

My ears heard his trigger word and my mind registered that my clit throbbed while my pussy clenched. I felt him spread my ass cheeks and briefly thought that I would probably be too dry for him, yet, as I felt his cock push itself up inside me, I realized that it wasn’t the case.

I was dripping wet and ready for him.

I couldn’t think so I didn’t wonder about it until I was back to myself and driving home, but the fact remained that with a single conditioned word, my body responded instantly to the arousal he wanted me to experience.
He fucked me against the kitchen sink and I let it happen as if it was the most natural thing in the world for this man to come up and impale me without any sort of foreplay. I didn’t care because my mind was blank and docile.

My body felt the pleasure of course and I experienced a small orgasm moments before he erupted with his own, but the sense of deep satisfaction I usually got from a release never came.

I experienced my orgasm much like I experienced washing the dishes: it was just something I did.

After more household chores, dressed in a wide variety of slutty outfits, he eventually had me stand in front of his bed, wearing the bottom half of one the sexy maid uniforms. I was topless, which allowed him to caress and massage my tits for a long while as I felt his hips grind against my ass. 

I wasn’t given something to do, so I simply stood there, lips gently parted and eyes vacant, as his hands enjoyed my body. After a while, he commanded me to bend forward on the mattress, which I did easily. He lifted up my maid skirt so it rode up and over my ass before he ordered me to spread my ass cheeks.

I felt him tease my pussy with his cock for a long while before I heard the sound of a bottle cap being flipped open. The cool gel did nothing to break my blank state of mind, nor the knowledge that his cock was aiming higher than it should. I was face down on his mattress, about to be sodomized for the first time in my life and I was oblivious to it.

I just did not care.

Surprisingly, I felt utterly relaxed as his cock slipped into my backdoor. Later, I would remember the experience and be amazed at how painless anal sex had been. I knew that tension and nerves could make the experience very unpleasant, but as it was, I was completely devoid of any thoughts or feelings so when he ordered me to relax my ass, I just did.

If anything, being fucked up the ass turned out to be close to a dream!

By the time I left his home, it was made abundantly clear that he was going to make good on the sexual part of our arrangement. He had sampled every part of me and as I drove home, I couldn’t bring myself to care about any of it.

I know what you are thinking: he is clearly taking advantage of you!

Of course he is. I’m not an idiot. But as it turns out, I’m getting unexpected benefits from our little arrangement. A side effect from my little mind-vacations is that I’m a lot more focused and stress free when I work. I’ve noticed that my mind is sharper and more creative in my business deals than it ever was before.

After a few weeks of visiting him, my productivity started to grow, which was appreciated by my bosses. I’ve never been healthier or more productive in my life. I feel energized and rested, even if I end up working more hours.

All thanks to his hypnotic skills.

Sure... He gets a free use sex doll and personal servant when I go over to his place, but I get something equally fulfilling and rewarding once I leave. 

So what if he has me suck him off 3 times in a row while he ignores me and reads a book? So what if he makes me mow his lawn and clean his pool? For all I care, he could make me sit in a corner all day, blank and blissful, and I would care about it just as much as if he had me paint his walls with his cum.

It’s all part of the price I agreed to pay to experience the mind freeing bliss his hypnotic skills can induce within me. Every single time I go see him, I leave healthy and clean with a freshly rested mind that is ready to attack the day and make ever more lucrative business deals.

I would never dream of living my life as some docile sexual servant girl, but I have to admit that objectively speaking, not being able to care about anything he makes me do has allowed me a strange sort of insight into a life that’s so far from my own.

I’ve wondered, on more than one occasion, what I would actually enjoy if I wasn’t mindless and docile while I was in his home. Would I be mad that a man would assume he could enjoy me sexually when ever he wanted? Would I be pissed if a man ordered me to clean his house in a skimpy maid uniform or commanded me to do his yard work?

Even if I can’t properly care about the things we do together, I still find myself reliving some of our sexual encounters while I take a long hot shower. I’m still just a woman with a very healthy sexual appetite, so naturally, having so much pleasurable sex with a man had the effect of bleeding through into my fantasies.

Although, I’m pretty sure that his latest uses for me wouldn’t fly under normal circumstances. Up until recently, he hosted a few friends while I was blank and mindless in his home, but apart from making me serve them drinks or pose in a tasteful piece of lingerie, nothing naughty had happened. 

But that changed when I found that I wasn’t the only subject to be under his thrall. It started simple enough, I greeted this stunning redhead at the door with a see through negligee. I didn’t truly notice, but I remember watching him do a lot of small talk as I served them drinks before he finally put her under. 

As a nice surprise for me, I fell deeper into my own blissful blankness as I watched his induction.

I was barely aware of anything until he came to me and took my hand. As docile as I was, my mind never thought to protest when he commanded me to undress her. I had never been into girls, but after a few choice words from him, I found that my body responded to hers without effort. 

There was no true passion behind the make out session we were ordered to perform, but that didn’t mean that our bodies didn’t react to it. When our instructions guided us to 69 on his bed, both our pussies were dripping and swollen. 

I had never partaken in a threesome, but that didn’t matter because I truly didn’t care.

I could not care. 

He watched us ‘play’ for a long while before he joined in. There was no hurry or jealousy from us as he played with our bodies. Mouths... Pussies... Asses... Tits... He sampled us in a healthy selection of alluring combinations while we simply indulged and obeyed like the docile toys he had hypnotized us to be.

I met 2 other such playmates during the following weeks. Not that I cared of course. Everything he made me do while I was in my mindless state felt perfectly natural.

Even when I recalled it later on, my mind simply could not care about it or see anything wrong with his actions.  

To me, I spent the evenings at his home enjoying the mindless bliss of his trance. Whatever I did during that time was completely irrelevant to me. It’s almost as if it’s happening to a completely different person.

Nothing I’m made to do affects my real life and nothing from my real life intrudes on my mental vacation. Both are completely independent from the other. So far, he has kept his part of the deal even if I know deep down that he could easily break it without me being aware that he did.

Even when my blank time included a few of his male friends and I was passed around like a well paid escort, I smiled and thanked him for another incredible evening.

In truth, the fact that nothing bothered me should have scared me witless. To know that he had so much control over my mind and emotions was crazy in itself. But I wasn’t. Not because he hypnotically made it so, although he does help out in that department.

No... I’m not scared because when I felt like I couldn’t afford the time to indulge my craving, I didn’t feel obligated to go to him for a fix. Well not at first anyway... 

I spent a few weeks away from his home and to my delight, I felt no pressure to return to him. The only reason I did was that I missed the deep peace my mind could experience under his care.

Sure, one could say I was addicted to the feeling of being mindless, but I felt like I had it under control. I wasn’t desperate when I called him after a few weeks. I was just eager to experience his hypnotic bliss once more.

He celebrated my return by having the redhead cook us dinner and dressed me up in an elegant, yet revealing dress. He even had her service me while we ate and savored the blank pleasure that softly played across my face. Of course, he also made use of her during dessert and I watched him fill her mindless mouth as I savored my wine.

While the redhead cleaned up, he spent the time deepening my blank state of mind and by the time she joined us once more, I was so deep into my trance that I never noticed when or how my dress was removed.
Not to mention that we had somehow reached his bed.

He did something new with us that night. He positioned us next to each other on all fours, facing the desk at the foot of his bed. There, he had placed the metronome he sometimes used on us. To my mindless delight, he had us focus on it while he continued to deepen our trance.

All while fucking us in turn as he spoke to our minds.

Even after the evening was done and I was on my way back home, I couldn’t deny that the memory aroused me.

After a few interesting evenings mindlessly spent in his company, I found myself arriving at his place already feeling... Aroused...

I had fucked and pleasured this man so much that a sense of comfort had steadily grew between us. So much so that when he closed the door behind me, I felt myself linger close to him. Taking in his presence as he stepped next to me to invite me in.

Instead of following his lead however, I continued to linger and felt my heart race as our faces stayed inches from each other. Without thinking, I leaned forward and kissed him. He was momentarily surprised, but soon recovered and his lips joined in. 

I quickly realized that we had never truly kissed. Before that moment, my lips had only found his while my mind was empty and blank. Mindless and docile...

Even if I had technically kissed him hundreds of times, it felt like I was kissing him for the first time. Before I knew it, our clothes were being shed around us as we fumbled to the living room. My body had become so at ease with him that I felt none of the regular anxieties that plagued me whenever I got intimate with a new lover.

After all, I already knew everything about his sexuality and desires.

We fucked like the experienced lovers that we were and for the first time, I got to truly care and appreciate the experience. So much so that when we collapsed, completely satiated on his sofa, I already wanted more... 

So I decided to make a suggestion. A suggestion, I’m happy to say, that completely took him by surprise.
I nuzzled up to him and told him to trigger me. 

I had cleaned his cock on multiple occasions after our romps, but I knew myself well enough to know that I wasn’t ready to do it while I still had all my mental faculties. With a smile, he obliged and triggered my blank euphoria before he guided my mouth to his softening cock.

I nurtured his cock for a good hour before he was good and ready for round 2, which he started by having me straddle him in my mindless state. Only... He snapped me awake as soon as I was impaled on his cock.

The sensation of ‘waking up’ like that was... Interesting... 

We fucked like that all evening. He would place me in my beloved blank state between romps and by the time our evening drew to a close, I didn’t want to leave. So I didn’t.

Being his servant sex doll feels so natural to me now that I sometimes catch myself, when I arrive in his home, thinking that I should undress as soon as I step inside. I don’t of course, but strangely enough, the thought doesn’t repulse me at all.

If anything, it arouses me…

Which has recently had me wonder about a few tantalizing options regarding my future. Specifically, if he would be open to negotiate a new sort of contract with me. One that would certainly benefit both of us as it would extend my stay to a more permanent and… Official… Arrangement.

After all, what other man could ever hope to offer me something so desirable and unique?