Joe heard a knock at his door, and was surprised to see his neighbor Karisa smiling at him. She’s in her late 20s, has long curly black hair, olive skin, and deep, golden brown eyes. Her face is round, she has a narrow, pointed nose, full lips, and when she smiles, she smiles with her entire face.

“Hi, I have a favor to ask you,” she’s wearing pale blue jeans and a loose white sweater that hangs off her shoulders and down off her incredible breasts. The low neckline shows off her beautiful, deep cleavage and Joe catches himself staring down into it. He’d seen her around many times, and always appreciated her curves just as much as he appreciates her warm smile.

“I’ve been taking dance classes,” her eyes are bright and she’s both cheerful and a little embarrassed, “and I was wondering if you could watch my routine? I’m dancing at my cousin’s restaurant, and I feel like you’ll be able to tell me if it’s any good or not. You’re the perfect guy for it it.”

Her smile is contagious, and he smiles back as he asks, “What kind of dancing?”

She reaches out and takes him by the hand, “That’s a yes, come with me, it’ll be like five minutes.”

She pulls him out the door, and he has to stop her so he can lock up behind them. She lives three doors down in the lower level of a duplex, and her place is small, but comfortable.

“Here, sit down, thank you so much, I’ll be right out.”

He sits back in a plush, very comfortable armchair, and smiles to himself about how silly this all feels.

A few minutes later he hears her say, “Play, dance mix one,” and the air is filled with slow drums, and the sound of haunting horns and strings he doesn’t know the names of. The music is strangely soothing and exciting all at once, and there’s something else to it, something in its softness, something more than the rhythm that makes it so compelling.

As Joe strains his ear to try and pinpoint something mixed in with the notes, his focus changes to something much more important. A bare foot with a gold anklet steps out into the hall, and the smooth, olive skinned leg that follows it commands him to stare… and to wait.

As the music plays, the leg movies like a snake, hinting at the rest of her body, and as the music hits a low crescendo, Karisa’s leg disappears behind the corner just before she steps fully out into view.

She is wearing a purple skirt of some shear fabric with slits up to her hips on both sides, darker purple bikini briefs he can see under the skirt, and a very low cut halter of the same deeper purple. The halter is seamed with gold and accented with the same fabric as her skirt.

Her hair is up in a topknot, with her curls falling down in a cascade, away from her face, and while she isn’t very thin, or particularly muscular, it just makes all that skin that much softer and more appealing to him.

She is also wearing an anklet around her other foot, and golden bangles and bracelets, as well as thin band of gold around her forehead, and a gold chain around her belly. 

But even as her hips start to slowly gyrate with the haunting music, he doesn’t notice the finer details of her costume; Joe can’t take his eyes off her incredible cleavage. Her, he thinks G cup, breasts are pushed up by the halter, and the liquid grace and smoothness of her shifting hips and rolling shoulders are making them jiggle and bounce in time with the music.

She crosses her wrists and starts to weave back and forth, rolling her hands slowly, framing her breasts with her arms, and he watches her move a few steps closer to him, giving him a better view of her incredible tits. 

She dances for him, slowly and smoothly moving her hands out to her sides, and back in, wrists rolling, fingers spreading, and as she sways in time with the music, her belly dancing becomes the only thing he can focus on. After another minute, her gentle scintillating hand motions and bounce of her breasts narrow his focus even more, and he lets out a deep, low sigh, relaxing down into the chair as he stares at her, only her, fascinated and completely enthralled by her.

Joe smiles, he feels heavy in his seat, and he feels the need to just let the music take him. Her body, her skin, is so warm, so warm to look at, it’s making him feel warm, warm and heavy from head to toe. Her cleavage is so warm, warm and inviting, and as she dances, as she rolls and twists, sometimes she sways back and bends forward, and he seems it even more perfectly.

Then, the shift of her hips, exposing her thigh distracts him from her cleavage for a long, slow breath, and the slow shift of her torso brings his eyes back to those large, beautiful breasts, and deeper down into her deep, deep cleavage.

Her arms slowly open wide as the music changes, becoming softer, lulling him into its rhythm completely as he watches Karisa’s breasts jiggle and bounce in her halter. Everything is starting to fade away, everything except for her.

Joe feels his body starting to sway back and forth with her… with her breasts, and he feels so warm, and so heavy, but it is so easy to follow her, it is so easy to get caught up in her sway.

The music is soft now, and her breasts are so big. Her skin is so smooth. Her golden brown, honey brown, sweet soft eyes are so clear, and warm, and welcoming. As welcoming as her deep cleavage, getting deeper as her dance slows even more, her body becoming more serpentine, more fluid as her hands start to cross her face, back and forth, back and forth, capturing his eyes, and delivering them down to her breasts over and over again.

“Listen to the music Joe, listen…” her hips shift and she spreads her fingers wide, circling in front of her breasts in between the slow beats where she shifts her hips and rolls her waist, “closely.”

He feels himself zoning out, spacing out as he stares at her breasts, but he starts to notice something more in the soft music. It’s easier to hear now, now that everything is softer, everything is quieter, including his own mind. Now that he is enthralled by her breasts, only her breasts, consciously focused only on her dancing breasts, the music just flows into him, into his open mind.

Relax… listen to the music and just relax…

He wonders if the soft feminine voice under the music is just his imagination.

Focus on the dance… only the dance… and just relax…

Karisa’s swaying body has become smooth and predictable, and Joe feels relax and let the music take you…. himself looking breathe deep, be warm and still and just focus on the dance forward to every motion before let your mind lose itself it comes. A twist sleep in the music of an arm leads to let go in the dance a gentle shimmy of her tits relax and be warm, a step back leads to a hip dropping and hands feigning groping her be still and peaceful large breasts, and on and on…

“Joe, do you like my dance?” She is close to him, a foot away from his chair, and looking down at him. He feels warm and numb, his mind is quiet. “Do you love my dance?”

Karisa’s voice is so sweet. He wants to make her smile; he wants to be the reason for the smile that lights up her face.

“I love your dance.” It’s true, he does.

“Would you like to see my special dance, it’s only for you Joe. There’s different music for it, but there’s something else special… it’s my voice. I talk to you as I dance, do you want to see it?”

“Yes Karisa, I do.”

“Play, special dance 36 Double G. Now Joe, really watch me, and really listen to me.”

The music is soft, soft as a dream, gentle as sleep, and he hears synthesizer music, instruments that are playing music that sounds like words, music that sounds like the last song, but different.

Listen to me and relax, listen to me and obey. Listen to me and relax, Listen to me and obey 

“Joe,” Karisa’s palms are together over her head, and her breasts are bouncing up and down in a slow, mesmerizing circle while she smiles softly at him, her eyes telling him to keep staring, “I want you to let me become your world now.”

Listen to me and relax, listen to me and obey. Listen to me and relax, Listen to me and obey. 

“I want you to see,” Listen to me and relax, listen to me and obey. Listen to me and relax, Listen to me and obey. “me and only me. And I want to show you something, something special for this dance.”

Listen to me and relax, listen to me and obey. Listen to me and relax, Listen to me and obey.

He watches, his mouth open, his jaw loose, his face relaxed as his body sways with her, still heavy, still warm, and so peaceful. Listen to me and relax, listen to me and obey. Listen to me and relax, Listen to me and obey. He watches as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her halter.

He watches as it falls to the ground just as the music changes, softly, delicately becoming a new rhythmic sound gently massaging his mind. My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you.

“Look at them Joe,” her hips shift and her massive breasts bounce more freely, “watch them dance with the music, watch them as they lead, and you follow. This is the dance, my breasts lead, and you follow.”

Her body moves with liquid grace My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you following the music, and with one hand she beckons his eyes to her chest, while with the other hand she waves downward, gently encouraging his warm, heaviness, gently keeping him transfixed on her naked tits, gently keeping him in his place.

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you.

“You cannot look away, you don’t,” Karisa weaves her hands back and forth as her hips continue to shift slowly, her body undulating as My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you works deeper into his mind, becoming a song so deeply stuck on his head it will never come out, “want to look away.”

Slowly, her hands cup under her tits as her hips continue to roll side to side, and her torso continues to follow. “Whenever you see my breasts, my cleavage, even the shape of them, whenever you see me, you will feel the need to please me, to please my tits and obey me. You will feel the need, the deep and powerful need to just surrender yourself to my every desire, because…”

She does not speak, but she mouths the synthesized words of the music, My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you.

The pronounced dance of her body slows as she starts to massage her heavy breasts, “Look at my tits, stare at them and feel the world fall away. As the sound of the music fades now, just hear the song of truth in your mind. Hear it now, now without the notes, hear the purest truth of the song as you stare at the only thing that matters.”

She sways now, gently swaying back and forth, her hands massaging her breasts, moving to the music that is only playing in his head, moving to the words that are his reality now.

“Good boy Joe, good boy my booby boy. You need to be my booby boy don’t you?” He nods as she nods, he follows as she leads. “Being my booby boy is so warm, and so relaxing. It’s so simple. When you see me and my big tits, when you see my cleavage, when you see just a hint of their shape, what do you want to do booby boy?”

Her words are so soft, as soft and warm as her breasts, as soft and warm as every inch of her skin, and as sweet as her honey gold eyes, “I want to do what you tell me to.”

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you.

“What’s an easier way to say that?” She seems to sway more, slithering from side to side in a more exaggerated motion, her body leading him, causing him to start to sway more and more in his seat.

“Do you want to o-“ she stretches out the –oooooo- sound as she presses her breasts together into a beautiful, smothering, soft sight.

“Obey.” Joe knows the word, it makes perfect sense, and as he says it, he feels a weight lift from the back of his head, and his chin starts to dip as his eyes begin to close.

“Booooooby boy,” My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you, “my good booby boy, open your eyes Joe, you can’t see the only thing in the world that matters when your eyes are closed. Look at me Joe, obey me and look at me now Joe.”

Karisa’s voice is so soft and so sweet, honey sweet and golden warm, just like her eyes, eyes Joe stares into as he opens his own and sees her smile. Her voice is gentle, and delicate, soothing and encouraging, he likes it when she says booby boy, he likes to watch her body move and sway, ungulate and twist just for him.

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you, echoes in his head, he feels himself mouthing the words, like humming a tune to a piece of a song stuck in his head, and he realizes he is still looking into her eyes, so deep into her eyes, not her breasts.

“You’re hypnotized by me Joe, hypnotized by my dance, and by my breasts, especially by me breasts. The music helps, but it’s just the little push parts of your conscious and unconscious mind need. The subliminal messages and the masked mantras are just there to make things easier. My breasts can, and will, and could, and even did hypnotize you with their size, and their shape, and the way I’ve always let you see just enough to want some more.”

As she speaks her hands flow like water back and forth as her dance steps become more pronounced again. There is no music, but he hears it, he can’t imagine not hearing it, and as her body moves, he realizes the beat in changing to match her, My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you is following her lead, the words in his head are dancing to the music of her…

Heavy, round, full, hypnotizing breasts sway and bounce with her, sway and twist and bounce and jiggle with her, and he forgets her eyes. He forgets everything, everything she just said, and feels himself melting down, sinking down, falling down… are those her words or his feelings… down, heavier and heavier, more and more relaxed, My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you, into his chair.

His mouth is moving, he is speaking, answering questions that are lost under the sound of the music in his head, under the song of her tits as he follows her lead, his will slowly dancing to her tune.

Obedience.

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you,

Submission.

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you,

Surrender.

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you,

Happiness.

Karisa’s arms are wide, her wrists are twirling, hips shifting, and everything is flowing so smoothly, so slowly, so gently, the sway of her beautiful, heavy, warm, so heavy and warm, so relaxing so hypnotizing, olive skin, massive breasts, rewards him. The wider open her arms are, the more welcoming she is to his words.

Joe feels his will slow dancing with her breasts, moving in unison with her, as her languid, entrancing, hypnotizing belly dancing continues. The sound of her voice is more important than her words, because her breasts hypnotize him into agreeing.

“No matter what I want, my breasts make you want to please me.”

“No matter how I phrase it, I never ask, I only command, and you must…”

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you,

He feels a word work its way into her song, her soft, smothering, hypnotizing dance that makes the music.

“Obey.”

He says it.

“I want to make you happy Karisa, it’s all I want when I see you, I just want to make you happy.”

He sees her raise her hands wide over her head and arch her back, rolling her torso toward him, causing her breasts to bounce more dramatically, “Of course you do, you wouldn’t be my good boy if you didn’t, and you’re such a good boy aren’t you Joe?”

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you,

“I… My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you… I want to… My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you… I want to be your good boy.”

It’s hard for him to say those words, because it’s hard not to just tell her that her breasts are everything, that her breasts are hypnotic, and that her breasts control him, but it’s easy to answer her questions, it’s easy to make her happy. It’s all he wants to do.

She starts to roll her torso side to side, making it look like her outstretched arms and her les are perfectly still, “You’re doing a very good job, and you want to be my good boy because you want what I want. You want what I want, because whenever you see my breasts, even just a hint of cleavage or their shape, their hypnotic hold on you makes you need to please me. You want to be my good boy, because you’re my booby boy. Tell me you’re my booby boy now Joe.”

Her sweet words are warmer and softer than before, as warm and soft as her breasts, breast that are growing larger in his mind, and growing warmer and softer as he stares at them. Her voice is loving, gentle, delicately wrapping around his mind, lovingly swallowing his will in her cleavage.

Joe doesn’t realize he’s just said that he’s her booby boy, he just obeys, and he watches as her hands come back to her breasts. He just watches as she starts to lovingly, softly massager her tits while her dance slows back to the gentle side to side sway from before.

“You like it, it feels good, and you want it. All you want is to please me, and obey me. You want to make me happy, you want to make me so happy. My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you, and if I ask you for anything, if I tell you do anything, you’d do it wouldn’t you booby boy?”

Again, her honey sweet, loving voice pours into his open mind as he stares at her breasts, watching, enthralled, captivated, and hypnotized by their perfection. He agrees, he obeys, he says what she wants to hear, and he feels good. A wave of contentment washes over him, and he feels a sense of peace, of deep peace that he has never known before. He feels like a puzzle piece that has been put in its place.

“Listen Joe,” she puts her hands together over her head again and her swaying becomes a liquid slither, a roll in her hips that makes her move like a snake made of water, “listen my good boy, my booby boy. If you’re mine, if your free will belongs to my hypnotic breasts, if you belong under my hypnotizing sway, if you’re truly dedicated to my happiness, so much so that you’re just blinded into perfect obedience by my breasts, wouldn’t that make you my…”

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you.

 “What would that make you? You would be my booby s…”

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you.

“Tell me what my boobs have hypnotized you into. What is someone with no free will, no self determination, no control, and why belongs to another person? What is that Joe? What would that make you?”

He loving, smothering, understanding words swirl around his head as her breasts sway back and forth with her body, back and forth, and back and forth. His eyes following her heavy breasts, hypnotized into seeing nothing else.

He says the word, but he doesn’t know he says it.

“Good boy, and if you’re my good boy, my booby boy, then you would also be my…”

My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you.

“Booby…” Joe’s My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you voice is warm, flat, happy, and relaxed as he My breasts are everything, my breasts are hypnotic, my breasts control you says “slave.”

“Good boy, yes,” she is so happy. He’s never hear anyone sound as happy as her, and he’s never felt better making someone as happy as he makes her by obeying, “you are my booby slave. And what does that mean Joe? What does that mean good boy? What does that mean booby slave?”

He stares, warm, melted, empty, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” she stops dancing and stands in front of him with her hands on her hips, smiling down at him. Karisa’s voice is soft, sweet, and infinitely patient. “It means that I’m your Booby Mistress since you’re my booby slave, and that my tits own you. It means I own you. Now my hypnotized, booby slave, close your eyes and sleep now. Sink down into deeply hypnotized sleep while I fill your submissive, slave mind with what you’ll be doing for me today…”