Reward Trance

by The Traveling Master

Tags: #dom:male #m/f #pov:bottom

A girl is hypnotized my a man wishing to bring her at his cabin for more hypnotic fun. Only… After he makes her experience a mind blowing trance, he won’t put her under again! She has to prove she can control herself before he does.

 
"Oh god... PLEASE!!!! Say it again!" I begged him.

"No." he said as he continued to read his news paper.

"Ah come on!!!" I pouted. "It doesn't cost you anything! Just a few simple words... Pleaassseeee…" I asked sweetly.

"No." he said again as he flipped pages.

"WHY?" I asked, suddenly a little pissed.

"Because it doesn't give me anything either. You said it yourself, I only have to utter a few words and you get exactly what you want. I don't get anything and you get everything. So No." he said as he continued without looking up. "Besides... If I say them too much you'll get too fuzzy to go home on Monday and won't want to leave."
 
"No I won't! You underestimate me Mister!" I said with a triumphant smile. "You should know that I have excellent self control."

"Do you?" he said as he looked up.

​His eyes... Oh fuck his eyes... I... I... I feel so lost in his eyes...

"You can barely resist looking in my eyes as it is."

I shook my head and looked away.

"Sure I can! See?" I said playfully.

"The moment you asked me to put you under I knew you were the type."

"Type? What type?"

"The type that can't get enough. The insatiable type."

"Oh really? What's the matter with wanting to feel good?"

"Nothing wrong with it. You just have to learn to dose your desires accordingly. Savor each experience." he said before looking back at his paper.

I knew HIS type. He liked to be in control. I mean... He DOES hypnotize people into doing all sorts of fun stuff. I knew he did it to me to get me to accept to come to his cabin for the weekend. I can still remember his eyes... His soft voice... So relaxing... Commanding…

I know because he let me remember it. I told him all about my deep desires to be hypnotized. To be controlled. He told me he could indulge me if I accepted to come to his private cabin. Part of me suspected he was going to try and hypnotize me to fuck him. Part of me wanted him to...

But now that we were here, he was playing hard to get?

I went and sat on the sofa, making my body language speak volumes.

"So what? You put me under to bring me here and hypnotize me again once we settle in. You spend an hour making feel incredible and implanting a sweet pleasure trance trigger. You even use it to prove it works! Then you stop and say you won't say it again?"

He just kept on reading his paper and completely ignoring me.

"Fine then!" I said with a wicked smile.

I got back up and went to my room. I went through my clothes and picked out the perfect outfit. If he was going to make me wait for it, I was going to convince him that he shouldn't wait. I put on the outfit and walked back out into the kitchen.

I noticed his eyes briefly look my way and I smiled. I was wearing a VERY short skirt, no panties of course, and a white tank top that may have been a size or 2 smaller than actually required. The red lacey bra I wore underneath could plainly be visible through the fabric.

I didn't wear this combination a whole lot, mainly when I go out and want to bring back some company. I went to stand a few feet in front of him and struck a pose.

"How do I look?" I asked.

​He made a point to wait a few moments before folding the top of his paper and looking at me. His eyes went up and down my body and I almost shivered as I saw the lust in them. He was going to break for sure!

"You said you didn't get anything if you triggered me... So I decided you could get an eye full if you do say it."

He ended up looking in my eyes and my knees suddenly felt weak. I managed to control myself and looked away.

"A sexy party outfit is hardly going to convince me of triggering you."

I pouted. Damn him! He clearly loved what he was seeing! He looked at my whole body again and I struck another pose. Maybe he'll reconsider...

"Remove that tank top and pose for me." he said.

His words were so direct. He wasn't asking me to do it. He was telling me. So he wanted to see me in my bra? HUH! Easy! I turned my back to him and slowly peeled off the stretched fabric up and above my head. I made a show of letting it fall to the side as my hip went to one side, then the other.

Pose after pose I exposed my curves to him. He was smiling, which told me he was enjoying the view. How could he not? I was a bombshell!

And then... He said them... Without warning... 3 words I could never hope to remember... I felt them reach into my mind... Flipping a switch somewhere deep in my soul...

My mind slowed down as the trance took over... My body fell to its knees as the pleasure invaded every cell of my body...

I couldn't think... I didn't want to think... I just wanted to BE.

To feel... Forever...

My eyes went blank and my body gently swayed as the massive rush of pleasure consumed me. So calm... So excited... So peaceful… So aroused... The conflict was like a silent hurricane in my mind...

And I was in the eye of it... Enjoying the view... The sensation... The beauty...

My last idle thought was about addiction... He was right of course... The moment I felt this, I was instantly hooked. It combined my kink for hypnosis while also giving my mind bending pleasure. It was too good to ever refuse...

I came back to life an hour later. He had carried me to my bed. Or I was made to walk? I couldn't know and I didn't care to know...

A note on my dresser informed me that he had gone to bed. Play would have to wait until the morning. Darn...

I spent all night dreaming of the trance. Of the pleasure...

In the morning, I woke up to find he had left me another note. He had gone for a morning run. I decided to go take a shower and wondered if he would be in the mood to indulge me. I made sure to be extra clean and pretty before I stepped out of the shower. It had worked last night... No reason why it wouldn't work today.

I came out and looked for him. As I looked out the window towards the lake, I saw him drying himself on his private pier. Was I dreaming? Or was he naked? He was!!! He wrapped his towel around his waist and came towards the cabin.

God... he certainly was more muscular than his clothes let on...

"Good morning Catherine. I trust you slept well?" he said as he put his running gear in the laundry basket.

"Yes…" I said sweetly. "Had a nice run?"

"Invigorating." he said as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice.

I watched him drink deeply and place the bottle back in the fridge. I really wanted to ask him if he was in the mood to indulge me, but I figured I couldn't let him know how eager I was to feel it again.

"Why don't you make us some breakfast while I go change." he said looking at me before he made his way towards the bathroom.

"Breakfast? Really? Did you bring me up here just so I could cook and clean for you?"

He stopped and turned his head slightly as he spoke.

"No. You don't have to do anything while you are here. But it would certainly be nice to have breakfast after such a long run. If you don't wish to make breakfast for us, then simply wait and I'll make it once I get ready."

He then went to his room and closed the door. Damn him! When he put it like that... What's a little cooking compared to feeling so good? I swallowed my pride and went in the kitchen to see what I could make. He had eggs... Bacon... A few potatoes...

I wasn't the best cook but I could manage breakfast.

He came back out of his room just in time for the eggs to be ready.

"Smells wonderful. Thank you for cooking us such a lovely breakfast." he said as he sat down.

We ate breakfast and all I could think about was asking him to trigger me right after we were done. Maybe making him breakfast would be enough... God I hoped it would be enough...

Once he was done, he just opened up his paper and left his plate on the table. I looked at it. Did he expect me to pick it up and clean it? I sighed... Of course he did…

I picked up both our plates and cleaned the kitchen and dishes. He couldn't complain about that at least. Once I was done, I went back to him and leaned on the table.

"So now that we are fed and rested..."

"You want me to trigger you again." he said without looking up.

"Yes. Please?" I said sweetly.

"No."

His simple reply seemed to cut into my very soul!

"Why not!!! I've cooked and cleaned like you asked!"

"And I thank you for that." he said as he flipped the page.

"Please... What more do you want from me?"

"I believe you said I would get to view you while you experience your trigger. As you are now... I don't feel like triggering you." he said without looking at me. "Maybe if you wore the same outfit?"

I smiled. Of course! I almost ran to my room and stripped naked. I put on my short skirt and bra in record time and came back to him. He finished reading his page before folding the paper neatly and putting it down. His eyes roamed my body and I suddenly remembered that I was striking poses the day before. So I did. His faint smile told me I was on the right track.

He enjoyed my poses for a while before speaking up.

"Kneel." he simply said.

It wasn't a suggestion. He fully expected me to kneel. And I did. What ever it took to feel that trance again...

"Spread your knees a little." he said.

I did.

"Place your hands behind your head." I did. "Push you chest out." I did.

I smiled at him as he admired my submissive pose. His smile grew as I saw his lust for me. I'll admit that he was rather handsome to look at too...

That was all I had time to think about before he said the 3 magic words...

My world slowed down and sped up all at once... Sending me into the bliss I craved so much... Time stood still while the trigger did it's exquisite work. How ever long it lasted, it wasn't nearly enough...

After I awoke, I decided I would keep wearing my outfit. I even took it upon myself to make lunch. After lunch he made me pose in a wide variety of suggestive poses which made me picture myself as some hot model. It lasted for almost an hour before he finally triggered me again.

It was worth it though... The trance lasted almost the entire afternoon as the hurricane of pleasure and trance consumed me. Once it finally subsided and I awoke, I was determined to make supper for him. I cooked and we talked about his cabin and his land, which turned out to be rather massive.

After supper he sat in front of the fire place with a strong drink and I begged him to trigger me again. I even told him to I would pose topless for him if he wanted.

"That would certainly help convince me." he said.

I was so happy he liked my idea that I almost ripped my bra off. But I managed to contain myself and removed it as sensually as I could.  I even posed with my back to him as long as I thought would be enticing before finally turning and exposing my perky breasts to him.

He clearly enjoyed them. After a few poses however...

"Kneel." he said and I did. "Make yourself cum."

I blinked, clearly not ready for his request.

"What?"

"You don't have to of course..." he said as he sat back in his chair. "But it would certainly make my view a whole lot better... Maybe even... Oh... I don't know... It might convince me to extend your next trance?"

Extend my...

I smiled as I caressed my naked tits. He sipped his drink and looked at me. This was certainly going somewhere interesting...

My hand slowly snaked down my belly and reached under my skirt and panties. He hadn't told me to remove them so I just started to finger myself. I looked in his eyes and my mind melted away as memories of both his inductions filled my mind. So mindless... So helpless... I imagined he was going to hypnotize me as I pleasure myself... Take control of my mind as I obeyed his request...

I always had a bit of a exhibitionist streak, so needless to say, I came pretty fast... And hard...

And just as I came, he uttered my favorite unknown words...

My orgasm meshed and mixed with my trance as my release filled my veins while my mind sank...

I guess I ended up passing out because I woke up the next morning. After my shower, I decided to only wear a loose tank top and some matching panties. After I made him breakfast and cleaned the kitchen, I went and immediately started to pose for him. At first... With my clothes on.. Then without my top... Then kneeling... Then masturbating...

He didn't have to ask because I knew he expected me to show him the same display so he would get something out of triggering me and I was more than willing to oblige.  Like before, he triggered me right when I came... Sending hurtling towards the relaxing trance as my body erupting in a delicious inferno.

God... Seems each time my trance and pleasure are getting stronger...

I made him lunch and cleaned the dishes before posing and masturbating for him... But as I came, he didn't trigger me. Even after I begged him with my best pleading eyes.

"No, I won't." he said.

"Why!?!" I said as I caught my breath. "I... I did like you wanted!"

"You did and I thank you." he said before leaning in and taking my chin in his fingers. "But your mind needs a break."

He got up and went to walk outside. I was left kneeling half naked on the floor, wondering why I wasn't in my wonderful trance... Damn him!

That whole afternoon, I felt desperate... Which only made me acutely aware how addicted I was to his incredible trance. It was intense, but I could manage it. I had to prove I could keep myself under control if I wanted to experience it again and I was determined to do just that.

That evening, I made an extra wonderful meal and pulled out all the stops as I poses. I even stripped down completely naked for him! And masturbated... Came... God I felt so horny...

But he still didn't trigger me.

"No. You need a break." he said before going to bed.

I slept like shit! My night was filled with hopeless longing for a trance only he could give me.

The next morning, I wore a black tank top and matching panties and went to work on making him breakfast. Which he clearly enjoyed. I then went to him and pulled his news paper away.

"Please...." I said as I pulled and tugged at my panties. "Don't you want to enjoy this body of mine? Watch it cum so hard for you..." I said smiling. Trying to seduce him.

"That is always a nice sight to see and I would certainly never prevent you from displaying yourself like that..." he said as he looked at me squirm. "But I still think you need a break."

"NO!" I said.

"You can always start... Maybe if you edge long enough... It might convince me."

I smiled and wasted no time. I started to pose and dance as I slowly stripped for him. I was desperate and I decided to make this an all or nothing kind of dance. I exposed myself like I never had before. I looked more like a stripper than a model. But I didn't care... I ended up on my knees and started to slowly rub my dripping pussy.

Circle my aching clit...

All the while, making eye contact with the man that had hypnotized me to come with him. The man that made me feel what no one else could make me feel.

The man that knew the 3 magic words...

I edged... I kept myself on the brink of a massive orgasm... Again and again my legs shook with the effort of reining my pleasure back. I was panting... Sweating... Vibrating with pleasure...

All the while he just watched me.

After god knows how long he finally spoke. I closed my eyes as I saw him open his mouth. Here it comes... Finally... I'm going to feel it again...

"No…" his voice cut through my haze. "I'm non convinced."

"WHAT?!?!" I said as my eyes snapped open.

"I'm not convinced. I still believe you need a break from the trance."

"Ah pleassseee!!!!" I begged. "I really want to feel it again... I can control it... Promise... I've been a good girl haven't I? Pleeassseee… I'll do anything!"

"Anything huh?" he said as he looked at me. "Even suck my cock?"

Part of me was surprised he asked me in such a blunt fashion. But another part of me knew it was all coming to this. He always kept adding more to the list of things he wanted me to do before I could get triggered.

Somehow I knew, in the back of my mind, that he was going to ask for sexual favors eventually.

I briefly considered refusing. Exposing myself didn't really cross a line. This would...

But I discarded the thought almost immediately. I was desperate... I NEEDED to be triggered again... To feel that good again... What was a blowjob compared to that? Besides... It's not like he wasn't handsome...

"Yes." I finally said. "I'll do it."

"Even if I don't trigger you after you are done?"

"WHAT?" I said in shock.

"Saying yes right now only makes me think you will do anything to feel the trance. That you can't control it. Show me you can control it. I won't trigger you, but since you are so eager to please me to get what you want, show me you can do that without the reward."

I blinked a few times before as I let myself understand what he was saying. Really? I looked at his crotch and immediately thought that I wasn't going to blow him if it meant I wouldn't get tranced. But the more I thought about it, the more I got his point. He wanted to know I could control myself...

He wanted me to show him how much I was willing to please him, even without the reward. Which... Which will convince him to reward me later on. I looked back up to him and took a deep breath.

"Ok fine..." I said seductively. "I'm more than game to show you how much I can control myself..."

He smiled and just leaned back in his chair. He didn't make a move to open his pants and take his cock out. No... He wouldn't... I had to do it...

So I did.

I crawled over to him and kneeled between his legs. I looked up in his eyes and smiled sweetly at him. A blowjob... Of course he wanted a blowjob... My hands slowly caressed up his legs to reach his waist band. I made a point to look at his face, but not his eyes. I knew all too well what would happen if I looked into them. I'd lose focus... Get distracted...

I didn't want that. I knew I had to be extra good if I wanted truly show him what I was capable of. I gently pulled it up and over, making his erection spring out in front of me. Oh my... He certainly wasn't small... I stopped looking at his face and concentrated on the shaft before me.

I wasn't shy about sucking cock and even enjoyed it on occasion. I'm even guilty of participating in one or 2 college sex parties. Even a blowjob competition... I didn't win, but I was kind of proud to participate. I thought of myself as a pretty open minded young woman.

So I pulled out all the stops and started to pleasure him. I used all my little techniques and sucked and licked as much as possible. I made sure to drool excessively to insure that he had proper lubrication. My tongue was as active as ever as I bobbed my head along his impressive shaft.

I took my time and made a point to try show how much I enjoyed it. Knowing all to well that men love to see how much a girl loved to suck on their cocks. I moaned... I hummed... I kissed... I worshipped...

He lasted as long as he could manage and I was ready when he came. I was the kind of girl that swallowed and I was certainly going to swallow now. Shot after shot went down my throat without much effort eve if he gave me a pretty decent load.

I licked and sucked to get all the spunk off his cock before tenderly putting him back in his shorts. I looked up at him and did my best to stay calm and collect. I was determined to hide any and all traces of the eagerness I felt to experience the trance again. He wanted me show him I could stay in control and I was going to do just that.

"Not bad..." he commented. 

I smiled at his praise and was about to get up to get dressed when he surprised me by saying my 3 favorite words and my world sank as the pleasure exploded inside me.

Was it because I wasn't expecting it? Was it because I had decided to suck him without the promise of the trance? Or did he somehow change the trigger by using a different set of words? I didn't know... I didn't care... The trance almost felt like falling as it hit. And the pleasure...

It was out of this world...

I fell inside myself and let the ecstasy carry me away...

My trance lasted for almost 2 hours. And even when it ended, I felt deliciously hazy as I went about preparing the kitchen for lunch. It was the first time the trance seemed to softly extend beyond as I awoke. It felt so amazing... So relaxing...

Once lunch was over and the dishes cleaned, I stripped and danced for him until I ended up kneeling sweetly between his legs.

"Would you like a nice desert?" I asked with big pleading eyes.

He smiled and nodded. Good.

I did my best to be erotic about removing his shorts. Kissing my way up his legs as I came back up. I sucked him slowly... Tenderly... I still felt giddy from my last trance and just kind of floated as I sucked. I only knew I had to make it good for him. Maybe I was mistaken, but it felt to me as if worshipping somehow extended my trancy euphoria...

Which made me enjoy my ministrations in a new and wonderful way...

When he finally came, I sucked him down with surprising and relaxing ease...

I licked my lips and made a show of demonstrating how good he tasted. Even if cock and spunk can't really taste that amazing... Not to me anyway...

"Did you like your dessert? I sure loved mine..." I teased. "If you did as well... You know how best to tip me!" I said winking.

I felt horny... Playful...

But that went away when he spoke.

"No. I don't think I will..."

"What?" I asked, suddenly falling back to earth. "Why? I.. I thought..."

"You thought what? That you proved you could control yourself and not let your addiction take hold? You certainly did my dear and I am extremely proud of you." he said.

His praise pierced the sickening veil I felt when the delicious trancy feeling dropped after his harsh rejection. He was proud of my self control... So why...

"Thanks..." I said meakly. 

"My dear..." he said as he bent forward and took my chin in his fingers. "It's not that you didn't prove yourself, even just now. I'm not triggering you now because as willing as you are, I could have hypnotized you on the first night we were here and placed a blowjob trigger in your mind. You would have been helpless to resist the urge to suck my cock when ever I triggered you."

God that makes me so fucking wet...

"But I didn't. Want to know why?" I only nodded. "Because a mindless suck slut is fun for a few days, but real oral pleasure is an art. Something you can't force on someone. Sure... A girl will be good enough if you make her suck your cock again and again... But I've discovered that real oral talent can't be imposed. It has to be learned."

"Wh... What are you saying?"

"Well..." he said as he released my chin and leaned back. "I'm saying that if you want to feel the trance again, you'll need to prove that you CAN learn. That you can adapt and evolve. That you can do more than just bob your head up and down my shaft. If I reward you so perfectly for an average effort, you'll never push yourself to be better."

He told be before, I was that type of girl... I wanted to feel the trance so bad... I could control myself... If only a little... As I looked up in his eyes, I knew... I knew I wouldn't put the effort if I knew he was going to trigger me regardless.

"I know all too well how intense and satisfying your trance is to you." he continued. "In return, I want to be able to experience a bliss of my own. I won't force you. You can leave if you wish. I'll even hypnotize you and make you forget how good the trance feels. You'll be free of the craving you feel right now. There will be no hard feelings."

Oh god... This was his plan... Of course it was... We both knew this was going to get sexual... It already had.

But if I stayed...

"You have time to think about it. Let's go enjoy the lake. It's such a wonderful afternoon..."

He got up and I was left wondering. Yearning...

What should I do?

What could I do... I knew, just as well as he did, that I wanted to stay. So I followed his lead and went out to enjoy the lake. His cabin was so secluded and peaceful, part of me acknowledged how incredible his piece of paradise really was.

But part of me couldn't shake the yearning I felt.

So I decided that I would try my best. Part of me understood all too well that he didn't experience nearly as much pleasure as he gave me and I felt bad for being so needy about it. I plunged in the cool waters and surfaced not too far from where he was lounging. His legs were still in the water as he let the afternoon sun dry his upper body. I smiled as I saw a perfect opportunity to show him I was willing to stay.

I swam slowly as I made my way to him, placing myself sweetly between his legs...

He didn't need much convincing before his swim trunks were shed and I was trying to suck him even better than before. I thought I was a doing good job of it, but once he came, he just smiled and thanked me. Saying it wasn't what he was looking for.

I pouted, but understood that I needed to do better.

After supper, while he was sipping his drink in the chair in front of the fire, I tried again. I had never been able to deep throat someone, but I was determined to try. I was desperate to show him I could be better...

And if I did my best to hide it, I was getting a little desperate to feel the trance again...

It was a complete disaster. I gagged and almost puked. He didn't let me finish and told me that he wasn't impressed. He even told me that he was thinking of changing his mind. That maybe after lunch tomorrow, he would send me home.

I couldn't sleep all night!

I kept trying to think of ways I could make it better. I was certainly going to have to calm myself down. I had to push my craving out of my mind if I ever wanted to feel the trance again because he clearly didn't want some addicted desperate slut to push herself too far.

I did my best to relax and planned my next try. This time, instead of eating with him at the table, I decided to slip under it! He didn't say a word and made room for me. Somehow, the table above my head acted like a barrier. I could forget about him and his deep eyes and concentrate solely on the cock in front of me.

I made him last for a long while. He finished his meal and even started to read the paper while I sucked! Talk about ungrateful...

But I didn't care. I knew what I had to do and I was on a mission to do it. I kept myself from going too fast and truly pulled out all the stops as I experimented with his shaft. I tried to picture what my lips and mouth felt like around his cock and modified my techniques to see if I could determine what he liked and what he didn't. When he finally came and told me I was improving.

That maybe I didn't have to leave. I smiled with delight.

Some time before noon, I got another opportunity as he relaxed in front of the large living room window. He was sipping coffee and looking at the rain as it changed the landscape. It was beautiful for sure... But I had a mission...

My craving was getting stronger and I feared I would lose myself to it before I could manage to give him a decent blowjob. I decided to try and take him deeper, but instead of throwing my throat at his length, I was pushing ever deeper until I hit my weak spot. Taking just enough to feel myself start to gag, but stopping before actually gagging.

By the time he came, I realized I could take him deeper than before.

He wasn't in the mood after lunch, but I decided to offer him a show anyway. I danced sensually for him and kneeled submissively before him while I edged myself. He was very pleased and hinted that he loved to see if I could stop myself and resume our afternoon without cumming.

I smiled and reached the edge of release multiple times before I slowly let my fingers tease me less and less. He was so pleased that I felt a warm shiver run down my spine when his intense eyes told me all I had to know.

I had done well...

I had to wait until supper to try again. Like in the morning, I slipped under the table as he enjoyed his meal. I practiced and sucked until he actually stopped me. When I asked him why, he just said he wanted to move to the living room. Like a desperate puppy, I followed and waisted no time kneeling between his legs.

I was losing my self control as my craving got stronger. I did managed to get him even deeper, but not all the way. When he finally came, god knows how long after, he patted me on the head and his face told me that I hadn't done well enough!

Fuck... I'm doomed...

But I wasn't. He smiled and said the 3 words I yearned to hear. Yearned to forget... My mind exploded as my eyes glazed over. The pleasure felt hot... Desperate... Delicious...

My mind shut down as the pleasure ripped savagely through my body. The combination was pure bliss... The last thought I had was that this was better than any drug... Any orgasm...

I woke up he next day.

And the routine was the same. I blew him as many times as I could. As many times as he felt like it. But he only triggered me before bed. 3 days later, my mind woke up still swimming in the after effects of the trance. I felt giddy... Happy... Horny...

When I sucked him while he ate breakfast, I realized something had changed. I felt clear... Free... The craving was still there, but it was dull... Manageable… Instead, I felt aroused... Sexy... Relaxed...

His cock went deeper and deeper until I realized that I could take him all without even fighting my gag reflex. It made me happy. Proud... I had finally managed to take him all. He would be pleased. He didn't trigger me, but I was ok with it. I felt happy.

Which made his next blowjob so much more erotic. I felt energized... Calm... Happy... I dolled myself up and put on bright red lipstick. This man wasn't some college boy eager to feel a warm mouth around his shaft. He was looking for more...

And I was very willing to give it to him.

I dimmed the lights and used the firelight to get the right atmosphere going. I treated his cock like a precious and delicate thing. I didn't blow him. I didn't suck him. I can't even say that I worshipped him...

My level of appreciation for his cock somehow managed to transcend all that.

I smiled sensually and peered into his hypnotic depths as I licked... Kissed... Sucked... Stroked... I realized that this was the first time he was actually paying full attention to my ministrations. Even moaning...

As soon as I felt his pleasure get away from him, I slowed down to let him recover. I had learned to read him pretty well over the last few days and it was easy to make him last.

And for get all about his drink...

He even grabbed my head when he finally couldn't take it anymore. He came and came... I felt spikes of pride... Joy... Pleasure... All mixed into one incredibly satisfying feeling.

The trance he gave me that night was out of this world...

It lasted all night. I finally awoke when the sun hit my face. Which was odd because my room didn't face east.
But as I looked around, I realized I was in his room.

"Good morning." he said.

I turned my head, still enjoying the strange bliss I felt as I awoke from my trance. I felt good... Relaxed... Happy... Horny...

"Good morning to you..." I said with a dopy smile. "Thank you so much for that special trance last night..."

"You earned it."

"I did? Didn't I?" I said with a soft smile.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel... Good..."

"Any craving this morning?"

"Hhhmmm…" I said looking at the ceiling. "A little... But I feel... I feel like it's under control..."

"I'm glad it is..."

"So…" I said looking around his bed. "This is new."

"You looked so pretty in your trance... I just couldn't resist bringing you here to watch you."

"How wonderful of you..." I said as I turned to my side.

I looked in his eyes and something seemed different. It was like I could see deeper... Like I was pulled in... They were so captivating... So beautiful...

I got lost in the happy giddy feeling I was experiencing as I looked in his eyes. Did he speak? No... I would have heard him... I was so close to him...

He finally closed his eyes and I gently floated down from where ever I was. I felt so good it was insane...

"Suck me." he stated.

I was feeling so good I didn't mind that he had just ruined a perfect morning. I licked my lips as I kissed my way down. His morning wood was easy to work with and I lazily pleasured him in bed...

To my surprise, I had no thoughts about the trance and the reward, I only wanted to pleasure him... I only wanted to be able to make him feel as good as I felt as I felt his cock in my mouth.

While I was making breakfast, I idly thought it was strange that I didn't mind sucking him off so much. Of course, if he continues to make me feel this good and trances me so deliciously, I'll be happy to suck him all the time.

It was only fair right?

But later that day, I realized that he had other desires he liked me to perform. Like when I danced and stripped for him...

Only this was a little different. That afternoon, he had me dress up all sexy only to have me strip it all away as I danced. I didn't mind or care. I felt so happy... Relaxed... Horny...

As I danced for him, I came to the decision that I needed to suck his cock. Well not needed like I needed the trance... But I wanted to pleasure him. As much as I could. If my humble talents could make him feel half as good as he makes me feel, I would do it.

So I danced... I was mildly surprised when he took out his cock and stroked himself while he watched. I told him I could do that for him but he just told me to dance. So I danced...

I danced until I got lost inside my mind. I even closed my eyes as I tried to imagine moves to excite him. Steps that would best display my body to him...

I didn't hear him get up...
I didn't hear him shed his clothes...
I didn't hear him get right behind me when my legs were all straight and I bent down as low as I could go.
But I certainly did feel his hand on my ass.

My eyes snapped open as my brain realized what he was about to do. I was about to say something, ask him... something... But he spoke up and I suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Freeze."

I didn't feel like it was a trigger. I didn't feel a lost of control. I didn't feel like I was really frozen into place. No... I just... Wanted to listen to his command. Like in bed earlier when he told me to suck him. I didn't feel compelled to do it. I just wanted to do it.

And now, I didn't feel compelled to stay immobile. I just... Wanted to let him fuck me. That was as far as my thoughts went before I felt the tip of his cock tease my entrance. The sensation sent my mind reeling. He wanted to fuck me and I wanted him to do it.

I wanted him to take his pleasure from me. I wanted to please him like he pleases me. I wanted his cock to bury itself deep inside my dripping pussy and feel just how much I'm ready to please him.

He didn't tease me for long. He pushed his cock passed my lips and impaled me completely in one slow thrust. I moaned... I felt so happy... So giddy... So horny...

He took me... Fucked me until he came balls deep inside me.

Once he was done and I fell to my knees, he walked around in front of me and presented his spent cock to my face.

"Clean it." he commanded.

I did... But I wasn't ready to taste our combined juices. I licked, but I couldn't control myself and make it sensual for him.

He had me suck him under the table while he ate supper, but didn't fuck or use me after that.

And he didn't trigger me... Was it because I hadn't been able to sensually clean him?

I blew him again at breakfast and in the afternoon, he had me dance again. This time, he stayed seated and told me to fuck him. I wasn't feeling as happy as the day before and I figured that my last trance was wearing off. Maybe I would start feeling the massive cravings again...

I didn't want that. I straddled him and pull out all the stops as I fucked and gyrated in his crotch. His hands explore my body and took every kind of liberty with my eager body. I didn't mind, I wanted to please him...

When he finally came, I moaned as I felt his cock swell and shoot hot cum deep inside me...

When we calmed down and he looked at me. I knew he wasn't going to ask me again. I moved off him and kneeled between his legs. I was ready... I licked him as good and as sensually as if it was a blowjob. And he smiled and patted my head once I was done.

He didn't have me suck him under the table as he ate, which worried me a little. After supper, he surprised me again because he didn't sit in his usual chair and brought me to his bed. There was no dancing... No blowjob... We just fucked...

And it was amazing...

Especially once we were done and I licked him clean. He took my face in his hands and triggered me.

My mind sank into liquid depths and caught fire all at once...

All night I was glazed over while feeling incredible amounts of pleasure. My reward for being such a good girl...

I felt so hazy and giddy the next morning and I knew I barely came out of my trance. I cooked and sucked... Fucked and cleaned... Walked and stroked... Something new came up after supper when he brought me in the shower with him. He washed me all over before pushing me against the tiles wall.

I didn't protest... I didn't resist... I felt so relaxed... Calm... Happy... Giddy... Horny...

He slipped in as if his cock had always belonged in my pussy. I closed my eyes in pleasure as I concentrated on the sensation of his soapy hands caressing and massaging my tits while his cock went deeper and deeper inside me.

In and out...
Squeeze and release...
In and out...
Squeeze and release...

I was relaxing and erupting at the same time. Walking the edge of trance and pleasure like a tight rope acrobat. Each thrust send wild happiness through my veins. So much so that I barely registered when one of his thrust made him pull out completely, only to push back in somewhere else.

I opened my eyes at the intrusion. It felt wrong...

"Wh..." I started to say before he whispered in my ear.

3 words I longed to hear every day... Every minute...

My world exploded and glazed over. I felt him start to fuck my ass, but the information was lost in the whirlwind of daze and pleasure the trance had forced upon me.

I suddenly didn't care that he had buried his cock in my ass.

I was in my trance and everything was perfect. My mind faded away in my inner hurricane as he pounded into me. I never registered or felt his release.

Nor when he dried me and lay me next to him in bed. The next thing I knew, I came out of my trance and it was morning. And I felt good... So incredibly good...

And relaxed... And giddy... And Happy... And horny...

My mind felt deliciously hazy as I went through my day. He took my ass again after breakfast, but I was fine with it. Nothing could break my dopy mindset. If he wanted to enjoy my ass, he was welcome to it. As long as I feel this good and the trances keep coming, he could use me how ever he likes...

And that's what he did.
One day he would enjoy my ass...
Other days he would enjoy my tits...
Some days he would enjoy my tight pussy...

And some days I would suck him erotically and make him last for hours... When he could manage it of course!

I barely noticed when he brought me from his cabin and to his home.
I barely noticed when he clipped a collar around my neck and brought me to his room.
I just lived in my hazy bliss and pleasured the man that triggered such powerful pleasure trances.

As I cooked and cleaned his home, I smiled as I realized that I had chosen all of this. He never forced or hypnotized me to do any of this. He certainly could, but he didn't...

I became his live in maid and cook by choice.

I'm his sexual slave by choice.

All because he implanted a simple 3 word trigger in my mind on that first weekend. Just one trigger...

3 words that got me hooked on a feeling I couldn't possibly get anywhere else.
3 words he finally lets me remember.
3 words that make me smile because even back then, he knew exactly how I would react to it.
3 words that bring me untold joy because it made his intentions so clear.

What are those words you ask?

"You are mine."

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