Around and Round 

A Smuthunter Short 

 “Kenny? Do you have a second?” 

 Kenny turned around as he heard his sister-in-law Bea say his name, “Yeah?”  His wife Brie, Bea’s younger sister, was out with her mother. They were visiting old friends, running errands, and spending time bonding as Kenny made time to work. While it may have been a vacation from the office (and mostly from the job) he was not entirely ‘on vacation’. 

“Look at me Kenny,” Bea’s voice had lowered, and so had her pale violet robe, “look at my breasts.” He laughed, he actually laughed as Bea stood there in the living room, her large naked breasts on display. She looked like his wife, only rounder, and darker. Darker brown hair, darker brown eyes, darker tanned skin, and darker freckles on her much larger breasts. 

“I’m not joking Kenny, look at my breasts, you need to look at my breasts,” Bea’s hands had moved to her chest and she’d started rolling them in her hands, her French tipped nails periodically brushing against her large nipples, “watch my breasts as they go around and round, just like spirals Kenny, just like the spirals you love so much.” 

Suddenly this awkward situation wasn’t as funny anymore, “Bea, stop, put your robe back on, let’s pretend this never happened.” 

Brie, his wife, was lithe and pale, they lived further north and neither he nor she got as much sun as they should. Bea was tanned and smooth and curvy everywhere, and almost from the first moment Kenny had met her, he was sure she’d hated him. 

“Oh, don’t worry Kenny when I’m done with you it will be like this never happened, you should know that. You should know after all those videos of your mistress you watch, that you’re only going to remember what I want you to remember. Now stop fighting it and watch these big bouncy spirals, watch my tits as they go around and round. You know what’s already happening.” 

She was being so stern with him, but still added the smooth lilt of a practiced hypnotist, “Watch my tits Kenny, watch them go around and round, there’s no escape for your sleepy mind, watch my tits as they go around and round, spiraling down, deep into trance now.” 

“How did you find out about,” he didn’t know what to say to finish it. 

How did you find out about me? 

How did you find out about my fetish? It was all too complicated and he also felt the too familiar feeling of being hooked by a hypnotic induction. 

Kenny never really thought of himself as a good subject, or all that receptive, and most of what he experienced he assumed he’d been playing along with. But now, with what Bea was doing to him, he realized he may have been underestimating the reality and intensity of his previous experiences. 

“Last Christmas I looked through your laptop. I work in information security Kenny, it took me three tries to guess your horrible password. Now stop thinking, and don’t worry”, her voice shifted from giving him a stern and bitchy lecture back to a more deliberately smothering and silky if not dismissive tone. 

“I didn’t tell my sister, your secret is safe with me, but you’re not safe with me having it are you? You’re not safe now that we both know the harder you fight it, the faster you fall.”

Light danced off the large amethyst crystal on Bea’s ring as she continued to roll her breasts round in jiggling circles, “It’s like your mistress says, the spirals spin around and round, as you watch them you sink deeper down.” 

Kenny felt himself falling into the pattern of knowing he was being hypnotized, but he bit his lip and exhaled hard, “Stop it Bea, I’m not letting you do this.” 

She laughed, she laughed in his face, “No, you’re not letting me do anything. You have to have power to give permission, and you don’t have the power here. You don’t have any power at all, the spiral spins as the will drains away, leaving you with only the urge to obey.” 

The rhyming hypnotic words that were so hot and so affecting in the videos his online mistress made didn’t seem as fun and sexy now, not as his entire body started to feel the weight of those words. “I think I sound enough like your mistress, and I think my tits are enough like hers that no matter what you’re consciously trying to do, all you can do is watch my tits as they become the spirals of your surrender, going around and round, making your cock and your subconscious mind respond exactly the way I want them to.” 

He took half a step backwards as she stepped closer to him, cupping and squeezing her breasts before switching to only tracing circles around her nipples with her fingertips. 

“Around and round is deeper down isn’t it Kenny? You see big beautiful breasts moving just like this, you hear these exact same words from your mistress, and down you go. No matter how hard you fight, you always fall, and the harder you fight the better it feels when you break and drop.” 

He was starting to disassociate. 

His dick was swelling up, his mind was powering down, and where his more powerful and profound emotional responses to this were supposed to be, where his feelings for his wife, his pride, and his mutual dislike for Bea normally would have been, there was only this little whisper. 

It was this tiny sound, this little thrill of understanding that his biggest fantasy was becoming a reality, and the more scandalous it was, the more powerful it became. 

“You’re so quiet now, you’re losing the will to resist, you’re losing the will to deny me, just silently watching, silently staring, feeling the pull of my spirals, feeling the gravity of my heavy breasts on your weak horny mind, drawing your cock thoughts to the surface, pulling your other emotions down below. You’re doing what you always do for your mistress, and if you use your last little bit of mental strength to think about it, you understand that I have become your Mistress now, haven’t I?” 

His fingers and toes were tingling and his shoulders were stooped down. His chin had dropped and his eyelids were becoming even more unbearably heavy with every deep breath he found himself taking. “You’re not my mistress, no Bea, you’re not.” 

The words were close to being mumbled, and while his sentiment was stronger than his annunciation, those jiggling, full, tanned tits were all he could see, and every time her ring caught the light, or every time she stopped to just pinch a nipple, the little interruptions snapped him out of it for the blink of an eye. 

Then, when the moment passed, he found himself falling deeper into her spell than before. “My tits say otherwise.” 

Her ring flashed; he rose up and fell deeper down, 

“My will to dominate and control you says otherwise.”

She pinched her nipples; he rose up and fell deeper down 

“Your need to surrender, to give in, to always listen to your Mistress says otherwise.” She was too close to him now, and while she didn’t touch him, he felt her energy pushing into him. Kenny’s eyes were locked in the circling spiraling motion of her hands as she once again started to cup and jiggle her tits around and round. 

“You can say I’m not your Mistress, but you don’t matter, all that matters is watching my hands now. All that matters is the spiral now, and feeling Mistress’s words triggering your obedient, submissive self. You are looking at your Mistress’s tits, you are hearing your Mistress’s words, my words, my tits, and you are feeling their hypnotic, dominating effect now.” 

Kenny could feel his head being lulled from side to side by the motion of her breasts and as much as he wanted to tell her she couldn’t do this to him, as much as he wanted to try and mention his wife, her sister, all those words were so far away that he couldn’t reach them in time to say them out loud before she started talking again. 

“You fought me so hard, you fought especially hard because of who I am, and that just means you fell especially hard and fast. The harder you fight the deeper you sink, you know that, and you really did fight harder than you’ve ever fought before, so just look at my tits, look at your Mistress’s tits going around and round, and try and tell yourself you’re not already deeper than you’ve ever been before.” 

Just like everything else, the words and ideas Kenny wanted to use to disprove her logic, or try and counter what was, at least in the context of his hypnotic conditioning and the internal logic of his fetish, a perfectly sound argument, were too far out of reach for him. 

He couldn’t articulate it, but she was right when she said that everything she was and who they were to each other was making what she was doing more effective. But, but that was just another detail that escaped him as he continued to fall inwards as her breasts and those specific hand picked words she was using crushed his critical thinking barrier. 

“You can’t argue, you can’t think, you can’t fight, you can’t do anything at all, just fall deeper, just follow the spiral around and round and just sink even deeper for your Mistress’s tits and her control. Fall deeper down as my tits spiral around and round, just fall deeper down as my tits spiral around and round.” 

His body was numb and as he stared at her breasts he felt himself starting to melt, hardly able to stand on his own two feet. 

“I am your Mistress, you obey your Mistress’s tits. Say it, feel it, mean it. I am your Mistress, you obey your Mistress’s tits.” 

He watched as her ring caught the light again, and that little sparkle of clarity connected the pieces in his mind and jump-started his words. 

But when he spoke it was not the words he had wanted to say. 

“You are my Mistress and I obey your tits.” 

He fell forward into her arms then as his eyes closed, body and mind failing to withstand her anymore. Entranced and helpless under the assault of her sexuality and the complications of who she was and what was happening, Kenny’s mind snapped and there was really nowhere else for him to go now but deeper down into trance. 

She caught him and cradled his head to her breasts.

“Good boy, I am your Mistress, my tits control you now, and that makes you my slave. I’m going to take you over to the couch and as I do, your eyes are going to open while you stay deep in trance, and you are going to follow me. You are going to follow me on your hands and knees now, like a pet, not like a person, like a thing, not like a man. Open your eyes now, look at my tits, and get on your knees.” 

Wholly in trance, with no conscious awareness of what he was doing, Kenny opened his eyes, dropped to his hands and knees and crawled after his Mistress as she walked to the couch, dropping what few articles of clothing she had been wearing. 

“Look at me Kenny, look at your Mistress my slave, look at Mistress Bea, and follow my finger.” He looked up from between her legs, up at her tits, and as she raised her finger up, his eyes followed it, and stayed following it as she moved it up and down between her cleavage. 

“I don’t like you Kenny, I never have. I don’t like your personality, but I don’t care about my sister all that much either. I don’t like the two of you as a couple, you annoy me. What I like about right now is that the only thing that matters about you in this moment is that I’m inside your head and you’re under my power.” 

Her finger moved between her legs, and she ran it up and down her pussy lips, “It’s fucking hot to have you hypnotized like this, to turn off everything about you that I don’t like, to subsume your personality in my will and turn you from my annoying brother in law into my hypnotized plaything. It’s so fucking hot to turn my dumb sister’s stupid husband into an entranced slave, and just make you a thing. Mmmmmmm” 

The sound of pleasure she made came from that finger sliding into her slick sliut, making a soft wet sound as it did, “Fuck that feels good. It feels fucking wonderful to wipe away your personality and make you into a thing.” 

“Come here and lick up this mess you’re making, slave.” 

She held out her wet finger to him, but he didn’t move. 

“You know, when I reached out to your other Mistress about this, she gave me some very good and very useful insights. You see, right now you’re not doing what you’re told, because right now, no matter how deep I have you, you still think you’re a person, just a person caught in a moment.” 

The tip of her finger pressed against his lips then forced it gently until it slid in, and she started to fuck his mouth with it. 

“You’re not a person anymore, you’re not Kenny, you’re not slave-Kenny, you’re not thing-Kenny. Kenny is bound to other things, Kenny has other parts, Kenny can even think sometimes, but not you. You’re not a thing, not a slave, no, listen to Mistress Bea while you taste her pussy juice, you’re a toy now. Toys have owners, and toys get played with. I own you now, and I’m playing with you now, because you’re my toy.” Toy sucked her finger in a tranquil and compliant state. 

Toy was floating in nothing. 

Toy’s anchor to reality and to the mind that was seduced and dominated and blanked into total submission was gone. 

There was no Kenny in toy’s head. 

Bea laughed as she slid her finger out of her new toy’s mouth then grabbed it by the back of its head and forced it between her legs. 

“Lick it up toy, lick your owner’s slit, suck Mistress Bea’s clit, make me cum sex toy, be what you are sex toy.”

She gasped and felt her orgasm building to a pulsating throb from almost the moment her toy’s lips touched her slit. 

“Toys don’t remember, Mistress says toys don’t remember. You’re a toy, you won’t remember, you’re a toy, you can’t remember.” She squirted all over his face as she spoke those words and felt her toy’s body respond. 

“That’s enough toy, stand up and take off your outfit, be my sex doll now toy, sex dolls don’t need outfits.” 

As she watched Kenny strip for her, she slid two fingers in her warm and still quivering slit then stared to rub while her other hand played with one her tits. 

She watched as her sex doll’s eyes responded to her motions, and it was half naked when the motions of her fingers on her tits overwhelmed him and left him stock still and staring. 

Bea raised an eyebrow as she saw some light coming back into Kenny’s eyes. 

“Toy doesn’t stop, toy keeps stripping down. Toy doesn’t have a mind to hypnotize, toy just does what it’s told. Toy is a toy, toy is an object.” 

The rest of her toy’s outfit fell to the ground and the little glow of familiarity she had seen blinked out. As she lowered herself on the rock hard cock between her new sex doll’s legs, she couldn’t help herself, “Fuuuuuck” 

Up and down she rode it, vigorous, selfish, merciless, all the while moaning and whispering and chanting “Toy’s don’t cum, only Mistress cums.” 

Bea wore herself out on it, and when she couldn’t take anymore she slid off it, reached her hand between its legs, and starting pumping it hard. 

“I know that you won’t remember this, I know I broke you down and took advantage of everything inside you. I know you’re nothing more than a zombie right now, but deep down inside Kenny, deep down inside, part of you knows what’s happening, and that part of you needs this, it needs this because it’s weak, it’s submissive, and it’s powerless.” 

She rubbed herself up against him, “I don’t value you, I don’t care about you, I don’t care about your marriage, and I’ve shown you that you’re really nothing, nothing at all. I made you a blank slate, I made you what I wanted you to be, and that’s your fantasy. That’s your fucking fantasy Kenny, to be hypnotized into something someone actually wants, to have your fucking fetish for tits like mine used to enthrall you and break you down into someone or something a strong woman would actually have a use for.” That did it. 

Referring to him by name, her vigorous stimulation, the merciless, breathy words, all of it broke the dam and his cock starting spurting all over. 

She didn’t stop either. 

As a fountain of cum shot out she just kept going until he was a whimpering, oozing mess. “I know reflexively you may fight to recall what’s happened, that the further away you get from this moment, the more you’ll want to remember this to defend yourself. Your subconscious will try and keep you safe, but it will have to fight itself to do that.” 

She wiped her cum covered hand on his face, “But you won’t let yourself. You can’t let yourself, and so it just won’t happen to you, you little messy bitch of a boy. You married my sister, but I own you, and this

moment proves I can have you whenever the fuck I want.” 

Her harsh words were wrapped in a silky smooth and matter of fact tone that made her cruelty into something tantalizing. 

She looked into his eyes, and saw a passive, placid Kenny looking back at her, his face soft, his features still. And as she stared into those eyes she saw that she had broken him, not just his barriers, but his spirit. “You’re going to go take a shower now and when you’re done washing yourself off, and when the water stops, you’ll wake from trance and leave all of this behind you. And you’ll never tell anyone, because you belong to me, you do what your Mistress says, and Mistress Bea says you won’t tell a soul about what I’ve done to you.” 

The water stopped and Kenny wondered what had happened to his morning. 

He got dressed, his clothes were all in a pile on the bathroom floor, which wasn’t like him, but it didn’t matter. 

He went back to the kitchen, back to his laptop which was closed, and saw his sister in law waiting for him. 

She was smiling and it was not a happy smile. 

“Kenny, who do you belong to?” She opened her robe and her tits were right there. 

“I belong to you Mistress Bea.” 

She closed her robe, “What did you just say?” 

He blinked and wondered if he just had a dissociative episode because there was no way his bitch of a sister in law just flashed him her tits. 

“I uh, did I say something?” 

She didn’t answer, she just laughed to herself as she went upstairs to take her own shower. Of course it hadn’t said anything; toys don’t talk.