Statement Piece/Titty Time
Titty Time
by trancescript
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Titty Time
“That’s a really fun necklace, looks like you’ll always know what time it is.”
He smiles at her and makes a point to look deep into her light brown, golden brown eyes. She is the office manager and a bit older than him, but he cannot tell how much. He’s new at the office, not too far removed from college, and it’s the end of his first week. He makes a point not to ogle her, or hit on her, because she is fantastically curvy and remarkably attractive.
“Oh I don’t use it for that, but I suppose could, it’s a statement piece, it’s there to draw the eye.”
Her skin is creamy white, touched with a hint of a tan that brings out her freckles, and her hair is a vibrant natural, curly red. As she tells him it’s there to “draw the eye” he almost laughs out loud, her breasts don’t need any help catching a passing gaze.
“And,” her voice drops to a stage whisper, “I use it for something else.”
“Really, what’s that?” He hopes she isn’t flirting with him, but it feels like just being close to her makes everything he’s doing feel like a flirt.
“I hypnotize people with it,” she leans in a little closer to him with a gleam in her eye and shares a conspiratorial smile with him, “And I think it’s your turn.”
“Um, that probably won’t work on me.” He offers the words as an attempt to escape that matter of fact statement, but she puts her hand on his arm and looks up into his eyes. He doesn’t imagine there’s a world, let alone this one, where what she just said is a normal thing for anyone to say, especially not at work, and not to an… underling? He supposes that’s what he is, at least in the hierarchy.
She is a good deal shorter than him, and he can’t help looking down her wine red blouse for just a second. He sees the splash of freckles across the tops of her breasts and does his best not to admire her cleavage.
It’s not an easy task, it’s very admirable and he knows it.
“Of course it will, here, hold on,” she waves a hand in front of his face, snapping her fingers as she does, and the motion and unexpected noise makes his brain skip a beat. By the time he refocuses, she is unclasping the golden chain that ends in the pocket watch that hangs from around her neck.
“Just watch the watch now, just watch the watch with your eyes, back and forth, that’s it, your eyes want to follow, you want to do this, just watch it swinging back and forth.”
She is still very close to him, but holds her arm up and chokes up on the chain so the watch is just above his eye level.
“You’re being hypnotized right now, you don’t have to try and think it won’t work or talk yourself out of it, just keep doing what I’m telling you and then you’ll be in a very deep trance. You actually want this, your eyes want to keep watching, back and forth.”
She snaps her fingers with her other hand, and when she does it makes him blink. His eyes feel heavier after they open, and he wonders if it is working already.
“Just keep watching the watch, you’re feeling it happen because you want it to happen. It’s natural to go into trance, you actually need to go into trance throughout the day, and once you start to feel happen, your mind and body instinctively need to let it happen.”
The watch swings and his eyes follow, partially out of curiosity, and partially out of the slow building sense of compulsion that she has just mentioned.
“You see, your eyes want to follow, just follow the watch back and forth and back,” she snaps again and he blinks at the sound, “and forth, even as your eyes get heavier and heavier now.”
She is upbeat and confident, but there is a conspiratorial energy to her words, and the sound of her voice is growing softer, making him listen more closely, making him feel closer to her as she continues on.
“Just keep watching the watch, as your eyes get heavier and heavier,” she snaps and he blinks, “back and forth, and back and forth,” she snaps again and he blinks again, “just moving your eyes, just your eyes, and feeling those eyelids starting to get so heavy, heavier and heavier now as you watch the watch.”
Part of him thinks that since this is all pretty ridiculous to him, he just decides to smiles and obliging her. But, his eyelids are fluttering and he does feel different, strange, like he is feeling heavier and lighter all at once, and he finds that his eyes are automatically following the watch now.
He finds himself watching it swing back and forth, getting heavier and heavier with every swing.
“That’s good, that’s right, your eyelids are really heavy now, it’s making you blink,” she snaps, “it’s making your eyelids flutter,” she snaps again and his eyelids can barely open, ”and you feel them wanting to close now, you feel them wanting to close so much that every time you blink, blink,” he blinks without her snapping, he blinks with her say so, “you feel how badly they just want to stay closed, and that’s how you know it’s working, that’s how you know I’m actually hypnotizing you.”
He feels it happening, he feels himself starting to fall backwards into himself mentally. He feels like she is so close to him and that he is far away from her, like his mind is starting to float up while his body is starting to sink down.
She grabs him by the arm again, “Keep your eyes open, just watch the watch, just keep your eyes open a little longer.”
He does.
He feels her voice and her instructions anchor him, and it feels good. It feels good to feel this way, there is something compelling about the feeling, he wants to sink into it, or be carried away by it, but he keeps his eyes open and watches the golden pocket watch swinging back and forth.
“Your eyes are getting heavier and heavier, heavier and heavier now and it’s spreading through your entire body. It’s starting in your heavy, sleepy head, and moving down your neck and your shoulders, down your arms, and down your back, your hands feel heavy, like they’re heavy enough to make you lean forward, and your legs are getting tired, too tired to stand. You want to sink, you want to just sink down and close your eyes… here.”
She keeps the watch swinging but tugs gently on his arm, making him sit down in the chair behind him, “That’s better, but don’t close your eyes yet, don’t close your eyes until the watch disappears. In fact, you can’t keep your eyes off the watch now. Your eyelids can’t stay closed now, even when you blink, you feel them open all by themselves no matter how much you want to keep them closed. You can’t take your eyes off the watch, it’s impossible, just watch it swinging back and forth, just keep watching until it disappears, just…”
She stops the pocket watch’s swinging and slowly lowers it down into her blouse, down into her cleavage, and she leans forward slightly since he is sitting down, and he can’t help but follow the watch as it disappears between her breasts and… “sleep.”
His eyes close and he falls away into the quiet darkness of a light trance; it feels good. His mind is quiet, his body is still, and he is aware that he is not in his own conscious mind. He feels a distance between his mind and his body, his self and his being, and her voice is calling out to him with unflinching confidence and smothering softness.
“You are on your way to being deeply hypnotized, you are feeling wonderfully relaxed and your mind feels so slow and quiet, you feel so happy to feel so blank, but you have to wake up now.”
A loud snap of her fingers is followed by her saying, “wake up now”, and another snap as she tells says more loudly, “eyes open and wide awake now”, peppered with more snaps until he feels like the warm, heavy, sleepy softness of his body, and the distant, floating, passive and peaceful relaxation of his mind is all gone, leaving him to open his eyes and look up into hers. They are soft and sticky as golden brown honey, and when he speaks, he feels their pull one him, and it is hard for him to articulate his feelings and his befuddled thoughts.
“I didn’t, um…” he feels disoriented and confused, and the pleasant feeling is fading, replaced by his disassociation, “you just hypnotized me and I didn’t…”
She laughs and waves her hand across his face and downward, the gesture makes him feel strange, like he is sagging down into his chair and his words are falling down out of his head, “Of course you wanted me to hypnotize you, everyone wants me to hypnotize them, and if you didn’t want to be hypnotized, you wouldn’t have been so good at following my instructions. In fact,..”
She snaps her fingers across his face and says, “Sleep.” His eyes flutter shut for a second, but he doesn’t want to fade away again. He fights it and takes a deep breath that centers him, it allows him to open his eyes.
It feels like swimming up through warm water, but when all a very powerful part of him wants is to just stop struggling so he can sink back down to the bottom.
She smiles as he opens his eyes, “See, you can’t be hypnotized if you don’t want to be, but everyone…”
She unbuttons the next button down on her blouse, showing him more of her cleavage before reaching down and slowly pulling her pocket watch out from between her breasts “wants to be hypnotized by me, so just watch the watch now. Watch the watch, and as it swings, notice how the more you’re thinking of resisting me, and the more you’re thinking or trying to stand up and walk away, the heavier your body is getting. Watch the watch and feel yourself getting weighed down by your desire to be hypnotized by me. Just watch the watch back and forth, feeling your desire to go deeper getting so much stronger, making you so much heavier now. Heavier and heavier because you want to be hypnotized.”
The watch swings in front of her cleavage as she leans in closer to him, and his eyes follow it. “You’re getting so heavy, and it feel so good, because it feels good to get what you want, it feels good to be hypnotized by me. It feels so good to watch my watch, and every swing is making you feel even better, and even heavier.”
The softness in her voice coils around him, and her confidence is infectious. He feels her words becoming true as he takes another slow breath and feels his eyelids getting heavier and heavier with every swing. He feels a tease of arousal from the intimacy of the moment while he cannot help but also see the tops of her freckled breasts.
“But, if you don’t really want to be hypnotized, it doesn’t matter how good it feels or how wonderfully heavy and sleepy you’re becoming, you will be able to stand up right now. If you want this to stop, you can just reach down deep and stand up, or, you can notice that the harder you try and move, the heavier and sleepier you become.”
He feels himself put his weight down into his feet and makes a try at standing up, but the only things that move are small things inside him, small shifts that don’t make his body move in any real way. He stares into her cleavage as the watch continues to swing, and his blinking, fluttering eyes are making his mind feel so light and distant.
“Don’t stop trying now, here…” she raises the watch slightly, “just follow the watch with your eyes, and feel it pulling your body up.”
She snaps her fingers as she says “up”, and repeats the word again and again, snapping every time, and the higher the watch rises, the higher he sits, then slowly he finds himself standing, following the watch as it continues to swing.
As he stands upright, still fascinated by the watch, unable to look away and constantly jolted in and out of the creeping, cloudy, shadowy torpor spreading across his mind, having been unable to stop himself from feeling it pull him to his feet, she lowers it back to just above her breasts.
His forehead dips down slightly as his eyes move to follow it, and as he stares into her cleavage while the watch continues to swing, she pokes him in the forehead and says, “Sleep!”
She says it with the force and volume of one of her snaps, and he sinks back and down into the chair, his eyes closing as he collapses into it, his world fading into soft darkness, shuddering after someone has turned off the lights.
“Listen to the sound of my voice, listen only to the sound of my voice, in just a moment I am going to snap my fingers, and when you do, you will open your eyes and remain deeply hypnotized and paralyzed by the wonderful heaviness of being hypnotized. Nod your head that you understand, nod your head and fall deeper into the pleasure now.”
He nods, and as he does, he feels her weight on his lap, and feels her pull his head to her chest. He is resting his head on her breasts as she continues to speak and stroke his head. He also feels her grind her hips down on him, and it feels good. He is getting hard, very hard as she continues to grind slowly against him.
“You will open your eyes, and the more you want to move, the more impossibly paralyzed you will become, and when you finally realize you can’t move, your whole body will become numb and warm, leaving you happily hypnotized and entranced. You will do this for me because you want to, and you want to do it because you need to do it. You need to do it because you’re deeply hypnotized by me, and you’re deeply hypnotized by me because you wanted me to hypnotize you, and you want to be hypnotized by me because it feels so good.”
He hears a little groan of pleasure in his ear, and then another and another as her gentle grinding shifts and picks its pace just a little bit more. Then, after a moment of silence, she stops her grinding, and he hears a snap in his ear.
The sight of her freckled cleavage fills his eyes, and he feels her hands on his head, stroking and massaging his neck. She rolls her hips against his and slowly grinds herself against his erection again.
He cannot move, he cannot look up into her eyes, he can only stare forward into her cleavage. Her bra is different shades of pastel pink, but he does not see a lot of it, just enough of a hint to entice and excite him even more.
He feels her hands grip his head with more purpose as the pace of her hips changes again, rolling faster as the force of her weight pushes against his cock, still firmly in his pants, intensifies. In the span of a few breaths she is cradling his head to her breasts, her hips off of his, and her voice floating down into his paralyzed, waking dream.
She sits down on his lap again and he stares forward, his mouth searching for words to form thoughts he cannot find or put to order, and then he sees the golden pocket watch descend on its chain, squarely down between her breasts. She is wearing it again, not dangling it, and his eyes are drawn to it, pulled into sharp focus from her luscious breasts and deep cleavage.
“Watch the watch as it sits so still, just like you, watch the watch as everything gets so much harder and harder. Your hard cock is making it hard to remember, and the harder it is to remember, the harder your cock is getting. You’re swelling up so big now, just like my big tits, and its so hard for you to look at my tits from now on and not thinking of my pocket watch swinging, hypnotizing you. And the harder it gets to get even harder, when you’re as hard as you can get, when it’s too hard to move, or think or remember, just aching, swelling, feeling everything now, you’ll realize that my breasts are just as hypnotic as my pocket watch, just as hypnotic as watching it swing back and forth. Your eyes will go back and forth from breast to breast, instantly hypnotizing you at a glance, seeing my pocket watch between them, seeing my tits will make the pocket watch swing as your eyes move back and forth from breast to breast, always making you a little bit hypnotized now. And it will happen because you want to be hypnotized by me, and you want to be hypnotized by me because you need to be hypnotized by me.”
He is rock hard and his balls ache. He is dripping, making a small damp spot on his pants, and she is on top of him, showing him nothing more than one more unbuttoned button, while her voice, confident and vibrant, and soft and constricting in equal measures, touches him and entangles him more than any sex he has ever had.
Her fingers run through his hair, her tits pull at him, and he sees, or feels that he sees the pocket watch swinging in front of them, but she is still and so is the chain.
“You are going to go home tonight and think about what is happening and what has happened. You will not remember clearly what has happened, but you will think about being hypnotized by me. You will think about my tits and their hypnotic sway over you, and you will think about my pocket watch swinging back and forth, and back and forth now, and hearing those words is making your eyes so heavy again, so heavy and sleepy, but keep staring until I snap my fingers and tell you to sleep.”
His eyes flutter and his body is still. His mind is failing him, and her voice always has an answer for his questions before he has them, and that answer is always, “Look at my tits and do not think.” She does not say those words now, she does not have to, her hypnotic assault on him says all of that and more.
“Keep staring and listening. You will go home and you will masturbate thinking about this, fantasizing about your memories that you can’t remember, feeling like it is all your imagination. You are fantasizing about being hypnotized by me, and seduced by me. You are day dreaming about my pocket watch swinging, hypnotizing you, enthralling and enchanting you as it swings back and forth, and back and forth, making your eyes so heavy, as heavy as my hypnotic, sleepy breasts. You will go home and you will masturbate thinking about all of this, fantasizing about all of this, and you will cum over and over again. You will cum over and over, all weekend long. You will be preoccupied with fantasies about my pocket watch and my tits, hypnotizing you, but you will not remember any of this once you…”
Her fingers snap, “sleep”, snap, “deep sleep”, snap, “deep sleep now, feeling your mind go black and your memory go blank, losing all of the time you’ve been here with me, waking when I snap my fingers again, and remaining perfectly suggestible and pliable, with no memory of what has happened. Now sleep, and the deeper you sleep, the more relaxed and limp your cock will become, relaxed, and loose and limp as your body becomes now, so loose and flaccid and limp now. Now…” she snaps, “now…”, she snaps again and the tent in his pants slowly collapse, “now wake up, feeling refreshed and wonderful and able to move, wide awake.”
“…and you see, it really is a snap,” she snaps her fingers and he feels a wave of exhaustion wash over him, it has been a been a very long week, “to check your timecard at the end of the week. I know you’re salaried but it’s good practice to document when you get in, it makes my life easier. But it’s late, and you should go enjoy your weekend. Was there anything else?”
He looks at her and smiles, and he feels self conscious as his eyes are pulled down to her golden pocket watch hanging from her neck, right over her very prominent chest.
“I, uh… I’m sorry, I…” he feels disoriented and realizes she sees him staring at her cleavage, “that’s a really fun necklace, I bet you always know what time it is.”
She smiles “It is, but I don’t use it for that, it’s a statement piece, it’s supposed to draw the eye, and it I love it. It can be a wonderful conversation starter, people always have so many thoughts about it, and I’m sure you do too, but you need to go home now. You really do need to go home now, and I’m sorry about spilling some of my tea on your pants, I’m glad it didn’t burn you.”
As she speaks, she plays with the chain, and her words seem to be the best advice he’s ever heard. And he does what he’s told, and he doesn’t notice the small wet spot on his pants or what it could actually be.
* * *
He heads home for the weekend, but when he gets through his front door he realizes he can’t stop thinking about her necklace, and how it’s something a hypnotist would have. Those thoughts lead him to thinking about her breasts, and how they could probably hypnotize someone on their own, and as his hand moves between his legs, he starts to think about what it would be like if she hypnotized him.
He cums to those thoughts and fantasies very quickly and very hard, and it takes one more orgasm shortly after the first to clear his mind. But over the weekend those thoughts keep coming back, and he keeps cumming to them.
He wonders what it will be like to see her on Monday, and he thinks about if he will be able to look her in the eye. But, his anxieties are replaced by his fantasies and he falls asleep after finishing himself off to those too vivid fantastical images and desires one more time.
* * *
“How was your weekend, do you feel rested?”
Her hair is piled up on top of her head in a sensible bun and she is wearing a short sleeved, navy blue dress with a modest neckline, and the golden pocket watch necklace she always wears is hanging in its place by her breasts. His eyes are drawn to it, and he is drawn to her chest in a way that doesn’t feel like himself, and he wonders why he feels so prone to noticing those features today.
Yes her breasts are large, and yes the necklace does draw the eye, but he knows he’s not a young man prone to that kind of base lechery, especially in the workplace.
He also recognizes that despite her dress’s conservative cut, it does nothing to hide her cleavage in his eyes. To him it creates the illusion of modesty where anyone else would see it only as modest and conservative. But, as he stands in the doorway to her office, just before his lunch, he is getting the first sight of her he has had all day, his eyes are pulled to her necklace, drawn to the watch, and he feels a wave of disorientation settling over him.
Things start to feel quiet and distant at the edges of his thoughts, and it seems like the disk of the pocket watch is swinging in his eyes, like in his fantasies, back and forth in front of her breasts.
His breathing is slowing down as he stares into that modest bit of cleavage, watching the light reflect of the golden cover plate, feeling like the walls are falling away from him, bringing her and only her into focus.
But she snaps her fingers with an “Oh” and says, “I almost forgot something,” then starts to fidget with the folders she has on her desk. The moment passes, but he remains standing still in the doorway, blinking his eyes and thinking about the sudden arrival of the sleepy feeling that is in his head now.
She smiles at him and takes off the glasses she has been wearing, “You look tired all of a sudden, I suppose your weekend must have been more fun than mine. All I did was sleep,” she stands up and walks around her desk, “and it was so nice to sleep.”
The world sleep is low and dusky, soft and warm, like she is inviting him to think about it, and it makes everything around him feel soft and hazy.
She brushes at some invisible nuisance on her chest, and his eyes are drawn back to the watch. He tries not to appreciate or admire her breasts, but they are so full, and her cleavage, such that he can see, is so inviting and soft, soft and sleepy, and the pocket watch looks like it wants to move, like it needs to swing back and forth in front of those breasts, just like he dreamed of, just like he fantasized about.
He can almost see it happening, but she speaks again, and his mind is drawn into her voice even while his eyes, glassy and unfocused as they have become to some degree, stay fixed on her chest.
“Don’t you think it can just feel so good to sleep sometimes, especially when you’re very tired. You look tired right now, so very tired and sleepy. Why don’t you shut the door and sit down for a moment and we can talk.”
He feels tired, so tired and sleepy right now, just like she says. His eyes are getting heavier and heavier, and are playing tricks on him, because it seems like the watch is moving on its own. He sees the illusion of it swinging back and forth across her chest, and as it swings he shuts the door behind him and has a seat. His body sinks, and he feels like he is on the edge of sleep.
It feels soft and inventible, soft as her heavy breasts, warm and inviting as her deep cleavage.
His eyes want to close, they need to close, but he cannot stop staring at her chest, and he doesn’t know why. His mind is flooded with the same fantasies that overwhelmed his weekend. He feels himself starting to swell a little, and it makes him rub his eyes. This really isn’t like him, not at all.
It is a brief respite before his stare is reaffixed to her chest. He does not choose to do this; he simply cannot stop the magnetic pull of her pocket watch and her tits. Each one is fascinating him and beguiling his vision in turn, but for now, the illusion of its swinging has passed.
He can feel his bulge solidly forming as he realizes his eyes are so heavy that he cannot keep them open. But, her breasts and her pocket watch are so fascinating that he cannot close them, let alone look away.
“I, yeah, I guess I’m pretty tired out. My weekend was boring, I don’t know why I feel so… so…” He struggles to find his words and get them out. He fights to keep his chin up and his words from slurring. He tries to look up into her soft brown eyes, to apologize for the way he can’t stop staring at her tits, but nothing happens, and before he can find more words…
“Relaxed and heavy? Isn’t that how you’re feeling now?”
His shoulders slump and he feels his jaw loosen as his chin finally tilts down, but his eyes stay affixed to the objects of his unwilling fascination. It makes his eyelids seem that much heavier, and that makes him feel that much sleepier.
“Let’s talk for a moment before you go to lunch. Do you remember what we talked about on Friday?”
Her hand moves to her necklace, and as she holds the golden disk of the watch, its cover closed as always, and it finally seems to stop the strange illusion of its swinging. He watches her hand for a moment, and the compulsion he feels to stare at her chest and her necklace, this odd, the external sense of need, passes. He feels relaxed and heavy as he sits there, and his eyes close for just a moment as he takes a deep breath.
All he can think about is being hypnotized by her. He can imagine her swinging her watch back and forth, and back and…
“Do you remember what I said about my necklace?”
Her words float, teasing, soft and gentle, into the darkness, inviting him to just follow the sound of her voice.
He opens his eyes and tries to look into hers. He meets her gaze for a moment and sees a sparkle in her soft brown eyes, but his vision drops to the pocket watch and her breasts.
He isn’t strong enough to keep his gaze up. He can’t help it.
“I, I don’t.” He feels like he is supposed to, be he can’t. “I like it, it’s pretty, and it’s fun… did you say it was a statement piece?” As he talks, he is wrestling with his eyes and his focus, and manages to meet hers again, stirred by the act of memory, and his natural eye moment as he tries to remember, but she looks down as she fondles the watch, and his eyes are pulled from hers again.
“It is, that’s right. And I told you it makes people think of things, what does my necklace make you think of?” Her voice is gently leading him, and his mind follows.
She is playful, there is a teasing note in her confident tone, and her words pry at his fantasies, loosening his tongue, inspiring him to teller her what he fantasized about all weekend, and what he cannot stop thinking about now.
He blinks again, and feels himself fighting against himself, sinking into the sleepy darkness that he wants to disappear into while craving the sight of her breasts and her pocket watch again.
It feels absurd, and dangerous, like answering her now is more telling than simply answering her question should be, or even could ever possibly be.
A coy finger strokes the chain of her necklace, and there is a subtle, nearly imperceptible shift in her voice as she goes from asking to telling, “Tell me what my necklace makes you think of.”
It feels like she is prying a secret out of him.
“Hypnosis.”
Like his inability to look away from her chest or the pocket watch, he cannot keep the answer to himself, and she smiles. He doesn’t know why he’s acting this way, he doesn’t know why he is so compelled to act out of character, but it feels like a part of himself wants to, it feels like he needs to.
“A lot of people think that,” she reaches behind her neck and undoes the clasp, “because pocket watches, and this is smaller than a traditional pocket watch obviously, here just look at it.”
She holds it up above his eyes while she leans back on her desk and looks down on him, “See how pretty it is, see how eye catching it is? It has such a simple, classical design, no busy lines to distract from its shape and size, from its roundness, from the curves of it all.”
He stares at it as the chain dangles from her fingers, its simple gold circle suspended just above her cleavage, and he can’t help but admire the simple shape and curves of her breasts under her dress at the same time as the watch’s.
Her voice drifts to him, soft, compelling and confident, the words pull on him as a gentle and irresistible tide, “Pocket watches are synonymous with hypnosis don’t you think?”
He says, “Yes,” as the pocket watch starts to swing.
He feels a heaviness wash over him, draining his mental tension and relaxing him back and down into the chair. He feels himself starting to melt as she continues to let it swing in its small, fascinating arc.
“And that’s good for me, because I don’t just use it to draw the eye, or to start conversations, not for their own sake at least. I use it to hypnotize people. People like you, and when I get someone new all alone with me, I start to swing my pocket watch just like this, and their eyes follow it back and forth, that’s right, that’s good, back and forth, just like this, and then I snap my fingers and tell them to,” she snaps her fingers and his eye are closing before he hears her say, “sleep.”
“Of course it works better the second time. Now sink and sleep, you need to sink deeper because you want to sink deeper, and you want to sink deeper because it feels good to obey, and you know it feels good to obey because you want to obey, and you want to obey because you need to obey me, and my pocket watch and my tits. Nod your head and sink so deep that you can finally remember what I’ve made you forget.”
His head moves up and down like a puppet on a string, and as it does, he sees, knows, remembers, and experiences what happened to him on Friday. His cock swells as his body becomes limp and paralyzed with a deep, relaxing heaviness that he cannot escape.
He does not want to escape it though, it feels too good.
His mind is sinking in the quicksand of her voice, and his compounding responses to her suggestions and commands are making it impossible for him to find his center and his sense of self.
“Did you do what I told you to do over the weekend?” His eyes are still closed and he returns to visceral memories of vigorously, desperately stroking himself to her command, thinking of her breasts and her pocket watch, and being hypnotized.
“Yes.” A part of him feels shame and is ashamed. A part of him feels lost and powerless, all while being completely aware of what she is doing. A part of him is trying to take control and stop all of this.
“I think you should call me Mistress from now on, and say Yes Mistress when you answer my questions, don’t you think?”
It isn’t a very big part of him, and it isn’t very strong.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good slave, doesn’t that sound so much better?” He feels her lean in close to him and hold his head against her breasts as she speaks so soothingly and confidently while she strokes his head.
He repeats his answer, and he feels himself sinking into her breasts, drifting away to sleep on their pillowy softness.
She lets his head go and he feels a disorienting jolt when his head breaks contact with her breasts, “Open your eyes and fall even deeper now. So deep that my voice swallows you whole, so deep that you are submerged in me and only me. So deep that you feel your mind is lost in my cleavage and you can feel my tits smothering every thought you have now.”
His eyes open and the office disappears, or at least it ceases to matter. His eyes are pulled to the pocket watch as is dangles in her hand, perfectly still, right in front of her cleavage, right where his conscious mind has gone.
“How many times did you obey me this weekend slave?”
The word slaves sends another shock through him, but it is a different one and it pauses his brain.
“I said, how many tomes did you obey me this weekend, slave?”
Hearing the word a second time in a row, a third time in all, makes it a pattern, it makes it a label and a name, and he does not know what to do with that.
“Oh, don’t think about it slave. You’re hypnotized by me, you’re a slave to my hypnosis, and that means you’re a slave to my pocket watch, and you’re especially enslaved by my breasts, so that makes you my slave doesn’t it slave?”
He sits there, staring at her large, covered up tits, fixated on the golden pocket watch that isn’t even swinging, and he knows what she is saying is true, “Yes Mistress.”
“Good slave. Now tell your Mistress how many times you obeyed me and came for me this weekend.” She spins the chain in her finger and the watch starts to twirl, its smooth golden surface catching and reflecting the light, dazzling his heavy, sleepy, fixated eyes. It spins and rotates, and it sparkles and dazzles him even more, and just like before, it takes on the illusion of swinging in front of her breasts, and he does not know what is real anymore.
He is blinking as the light catches and flashes, and every time he blinks his eyes want to stay closed but simply cannot, “Nine times Mistress, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
She stands there and it feels like she is towering over him. He cannot see her eyes, he does not know where he is, all he can do is sit there, paralyzed and entranced by her breasts that he cannot really see, and the necklace that is blinding him with its whirling reflection, making his eyes flutter.
“Good slave, your poor cock must be so tired. You must be so exhausted, but of course you couldn’t stop thinking about me. You are under my hypnotic control, my hypnosis controls you, and that means my tits and my pocket watch also control you. They control your mind and body, they control your cock and your free will.”
He feels a dull yet profound ache between his legs. The pressure is building inside him, his cock and balls are full, and his fantasies have become a confused mess of memories, but they are his fantasies now thanks to her, and all of it is overwhelming him with sexual desire.
The small part of him, the almost useless part that is trying to resist reminds him that he can barely see a hint of cleavage, that she is nearly oppressively modestly dressed, and that her tits are in no way on display… but the shape of them under her dress is enough, and the cleavage she is showing, the cleavage he is lost in now, is one half of his world, shared with the swinging watch.
“You are under my hypnotic power and you have to obey me. You have to obey me, because you want to obey, and you want to obey, because you need to feel the pleasure of my hypnotic control, and you need to feel the power of my hypnotic control because you want to be hypnotized, and we both know hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, so that means you want me to hypnotize you, and you want to obey me. You want me to make you need to obey, don’t you slave?”
He does not and cannot follow the logic, but it is making his cock tremble, and is making him leak pre-cum through his pants again.
“Now slave, unzip your pans, get down on your knees, and show me how you obeyed me and my tits.”
The pocket watch starts to swing, and rise slightly, and he follows it up to his feet, then his pants are down around his ankles and the watch is going lower and lower, making him kneel.
“Spit on your hand first, your poor tired cock needs the lube.”
His “Yes Mistress” is followed by a glob of spit, and the steady vigorous pump of his slick hand up and down his cock for her.
He stares at the shape of her chest as he strokes and pumps with the steady beginnings of purposeful and motivated masturbation. She stands over him and keeps the pocket watching swinging, “Stroke in time with this swing, back and forth and up and down, and into my cleavage where your mind belongs.”
He cannot see the hint of her cleavage any longer, just their covered shape, and just the pocket watch. But, as he strokes, its golden circle starts to become a sexual thing unto itself in his eyes. Its shape and curves capture her breasts in his mind, and as he strokes they become one and the same.
Tits and pocket watch, pocket watch and tits.
The door to her office open and there is a young woman standing in her doorway dumbstruck, but he is unaware of her, or even where he is. There is only Mistress’s voice, “It’s okay, you want to forget that you’re seeing anything out of the ordinary right now because you need to be my good girl and obey me. You need to be my slave girl and forget what you see, and that’s making you so horny that you need to go to the bathroom and finger yourself to forget, but put those files on my desk before you go enjoy your Titty Time. It’s Titty Time for my slave girl isn’t it?”
He hears a soft, feminine monotone voice say “Yes Mistress,” and he says it too, caught in the echo, subconsciously absorbing what is happening around him, and while it is unplanned, it tightens Mistress’s grip on his mind and reinforces the power and reality of her suggestions and the situation.
He hears Mistress say “Thank you,” and he feels himself getting close, achingly, wonderfully close, and when she says “Stop stroking slave” then snap her fingers.
“Stand up,” snap, “pull up your pants,” snap, “and sit down in the chair now slave.”
He follows those instructions without choice.
He, slave, follows the pocket watch as she raises it again, pulling his strings again, and once his pants are back in place, she lowers the chain back down in front of his eyes.
“I’m going to tell you something important, something that your subconscious mind already understands. My tits control you. My tits are what really hypnotized you. They hypnotized you the first time you saw me. It wasn’t just my words and my pocket watch on Friday, and you know this. You know my tits have mesmerized you and fascinate you since you first saw me. They have compelled you in the most primal way possible, filling your mind with the subconscious need and desire to please me, making you suggestible, making you feel the need to listen to me, and to obey me so you can be close to me, close to them. But you know that my pocket watch has become just as sexy and just as compelling as my tits now, don’t you?”
This “Yes Mistress” makes him quake with arousal.
She walks behind his chair and leans in close, dangling the pocket watch above his eyes, making his head tilt up just enough so that he feels her breasts behind the back of his head.
“Lean back, rest your sleepy head on my breasts, and watch the watch.” He obeys her, and feels himself sinking into her softness, his head so close to where his mind is, heavy and relaxed, rock hard and hypnotically paralyzed as his eyes continue to watch the watch singing back and forth.
“My tits, even when you can only see a little bit of cleavage, completely dominate your mind and body, and especially your cock. And you know this is true, isn’t it slave?”
When he says “Yes Mistress” he knows he agrees. He is out of his depth and under the power of her breasts, and it all makes perfect sense.
The pocket watch swings, his cock throbs and aches for release, but he cannot move.
“My tits are so powerfully hypnotic that they made you so suggestible to my other hypnosis techniques that I had you kneel and masturbate for me at work, and my tits did that to you, didn’t they slave?”
He wants to move, to stroke himself in time with the watch, to cum to his fantasies as they become reality. He wants to cum to his reality that she made into a fantasy that has become reality for him again, but all he can do is say “Yes Mistress.”
“And my hypnotic control over you, thanks to my amazing abilities and my amazing breasts, made you stop yourself from cumming, which is the best part of masturbating isn’t it slave?”
“Yes Mistress.”
“Good slave, now say it, say it all.”
“Cumming is the best part of masturbating, Mistress.”
“It is, and that’s why you came for me nine times over the weekend, that’s why you came for the hypnotic power of my tits, and the seductive, irresistible sway of my words, and the pretty gold that flashed in your eyes and your mind’s eye over and over when you came for me over and over and over again. You came yourself nearly dry for me, even though you barely say a little bit of my bra. You came over and over, reinforcing my hypnotic control over you, and you couldn’t stop yourself. Now, doesn’t that make you so weak, and doesn’t it make my tits, and all of my hypnotic power just so strong?”
He says “Yes Mistress” and he understands how weak he is, and how wonderful her breasts are.
“Even now, you’re just starting at my pocket watch, and it’s making you harder and harder. It’s making you thicker and fuller than your poor tired cock can handle, thicker and harder than when you were stroking, and it’s just a pocket watch. It’s so smooth and round, smooth and sound with such soft curves. What does my pocket watch make you think of as it hypnotizes you deeper and deeper now slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” he answers out of habit before he realizes she was asking him something else. He hears her soft, bemused chuckle, and knows he still needs to answer her question, “Your breasts Mistress.”
She chuckles again, “What about them, what are you trying to say slave?”
The “Yes Mistress” he wants to say stops, and he works his way around his words, “Your pocket watch makes me think of your breasts Mistress.”
“That’s because my breasts hypnotize you, and my pocket watch hypnotizes you, and it feels so good to be hypnotized by me doesn’t it? It’s what you thought about when you came all those times for me wasn’t it? And doesn’t my pocket watch just make you so hard now slave, aren’t you so hard for my pocket watch, just like you’re hard for my tits, slave?”
After the first question he started to say “Yes Mistress” but she kept on talking and his worlds failed as he knew he should stop speaking, But when she asked the next question, she paused just long enough for him to start to answer before bombarding him with the next and the next
Now he sits, his head resting on her breasts as she dangles the pocket watch back and worth, and he wants to stroke to it. His mouth is half open, his voice is nothing but a murmur of compressed, hushed sounds, and with her free hand she snaps in his ear, “Sleep, sleep deep and listen slave.”
His head tilts forward as his mind goes black, and his body sags down into the chair, losing all form as it does.
“My tits and my pocket watch are hypnosis, seeing them hypnotizes you with thoughts of being hypnotized by me. Seeing my tits, even like today when you can hardly see them, floods your mind the way my tits always have, with the need to be submissive and obedient, the need to subjugate yourself for my happiness and my pleasure, and when you see my pocket watch necklace that I always wear, you can only think of being hypnotized by me, and it makes you want me to hypnotize you over and over again. You want to be hypnotized by me so much that you need it, and you need to be hypnotized by me, because you know that’s the best way you can subjugate yourself to me and please me and my big, hypnotic breasts. You understand this all to be true, because it is true now isn’t it slave?”
His “Yes Mistress” is fully formed, but muffled by his boneless, sunken posture. He is too deep and too relaxed to speak clearly, but it is enough.
“Listen to me slave, you need to be my good slave because you want to be my good slave, and that’s why you were such a good masturbation machine for me over the weekend. I’m going to be out of the office the next two days, and while I’m gone, you are going to just fall even deeper under my power, because you and your cock are weak, and my tits are strong. They’re much stronger than your poor cummed out cock, and it’s so drained from last weekend, it’s so tired that it needs rest. It needs rest, so that means you need to take a break from cumming, don’t you slave?”
He sits in Mistress’s office, lost between her breasts, his mind a void being filled by her words that he cannot help but hear and obey. Internally, his mind is accepting the identity of a slave, of being slave, and making an endless chain of assumptions that are reinforcing her control. He is doing this to himself because she is inside his head just enough to push his subconscious into her service.
He says “Yes Mistress”, because he knows she is right.
“That’s right slave, you need a break because I said so, and everything I say is true isn’t it?”
He sees her in her voice, he sees the vision of her from Friday, just a hint of bra showing, her freckled breasts filling the world behind the swinging pocket watch, and he loses himself completely in her cleavage.
“But that cock needs to stay focused on me and my tits, which is really me and my pocket watch, whish is really me hypnotizing you isn’t it? I know it is, and I know you’re agreeing, so just sit in silence now, no need to answer, when I am the only answer. You’re going to edge for me over and over between tonight and when I come back into the office. You’re going to go home and edge for me over and over, but since you’re cock’s all cummed out and too exhausted to orgasm again until I want it to, you’re not going to be able to cum, no matter how hard you might try. In fact, I want you to try, just to discover that you can’t cum again until I tell you that you can.”
She walks around to the front of the chair, pushes him back upright and then straddle him. He does not feel the slow gyration of her body against his, and does not consciously hear what she just said, which she repeats in his ear over and over as she grinds herself against him, and the rest of his day is a blur.
She is gone after lunch, and his day passes in blur of normalcy. His mind obeys Mistress’s suggestion and he compartmentalizes the fact he is her hypnotized slave, just like Mistress told him to do.
That night, after he gets home from work, he finds himself furiously masturbating about his office manger hypnotizing him by swinging that golden pocket watch necklace she always wears back and forth in front of her big breasts.
It’s not like him, but he cannot stop.
He also cannot cum.
He falls asleep as he gets close, and it happens over and over that night, the next night, and the night after.
* * *
“So, I wanted to check in with you since I’ve been gone most of the week,” she is wearing a deep dark green wrap around blouse with long sleeves and no buttons, the kind that closes like a robe, and a gray flannel skirt, along with high black leather boots. She is wearing her glasses and smiles at him as he closes the door to her office. His eyes cannot seem to leave her golden pocket watch, that sits atop her large, soft, fascinating breasts.
She doesn’t need a low neckline to accentuate them, and he doesn’t know why he cannot look away.
“Has everything been going smoothly for you? Did I leave you in a good place to get everything you needed this week?”
“Yes Mi…” he stops dead in his tracks, “mi… my, my week’s been uneventful, You’re great, you’ve really taken great care of me since I started here.”
He is blushing and stammering, he doesn’t know what he was about to say, and he doesn’t see her smile, because his eyes are locked on her necklace, and the very pronounced outline of her truly magnificent breasts.
The pocket watch seems like it is swinging back and forth in front of her tits, just like in his fantasies, the ones he’s been having since last Friday, but all he knows is he wants to be close to her, and he wants to… he doesn’t know… make her happy?
It feels like a crush, it feels compulsive, it feels like he needs to make her happy because of how badly he wants her to like him, and let him be in her orbit. And like orbits and gravity, his eyes are locked in a pattern of staring at her breasts, then briefly glancing up just long enough to see her smiling, soft brown eyes telling him its okay to go back to staring at her breasts.
“That’s good, that’s wonderful. And I know it’s late, and you’re ready to go home, and I’m sorry I couldn’t talk to you earlier today, but don’t you think you have some time for me now? You don’t mind staying late with me, I told the front desk I’d lock up. You want to be here with me right now don’t you?”
“Yes,” another word wants to snake out of his mouth, but he swallows it back, “yeah. It’s not a problem at all.” He feels good agreeing with her, he feels good letting her decide, letting her tell him what to do, and he feels inspired, “Whatever you want works for me.”
Those words empower him to look up into her eyes again, and he sees her smile, “Good. Now sit down, there’s something I want to talk to you about.”
He sits, and she stands in front of him, her hands caressing her breasts over her blouse, “I want to talk to you about why you can’t stop staring at my breasts, even though you know its wrong, don’t you. Tell me it’s wrong and unprofessional.”
He feels his face getting hot, and he feels shame creeping through his belly and his brain, “It is. I’m not like this, I shouldn’t be doing it, it’s wrong, it’s unprofessional, but I…”
As he speaks she stops massaging her tits and unfastens the chain of her pocket watch and starts to swing it back and forth.
“Can’t resist Mistress’s hypnotic control, and all of the post hypnotic suggestions my tits and my necklace trigger in your brain? Is that it?”
He feels his shoulders slumping, and the storm of emotion die down. His eyes are watching the watch, back and forth.
When he says “Yes Mistress,” he can’t believe the words have escaped his lips, and he doesn’t know where they even came from. All he can do is watch the watch.
“Good slave. Just watch the watch back and forth, feeling so calm and heavy, so relaxed and peaceful, forgetting about everything else now, just melting back down between my breasts.”
“Here,” with her free hand she opens her blouse enough to show off her cleavage, and his mind sinks down into its softness just like before, “isn’t that better, slave?”
He is rock hard by the time he finishes saying “Yes Mistress,” and this time he doesn’t think about or reflect on what is happening. He is back under her spell.
His body becomes numb and still, paralyzed by the minimal effort she is putting into re-inducing trance, and dominated by the masterful job his Mistress has done into forcing him into hypnotic slavery.
“You are my slave now, you are my hypnotized submissive slave, and you need to obey me, because you want to obey me, and you want to obey me because you need to be hypnotized to please me. And don’t you want to please me slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” makes him gasp with ecstasy.
She looks down at him over her glasses, and his eyes follow the watch as she raises it to her eye level. Her hair is down today, its red curls frame her soft features, and he feels her eyes look through him. “You want to please me, and you need to be hypnotized, because my tits make you want to be hypnotized, since you want to obey me to please me. And you need to be hypnotized into slavery, because you want it, and we both know hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, isn’t that right?”
He is still looking up into her eyes, her soft, soothing eyes that see through him and know him inside and out. Her eyes that are as smothering and wonderful as her breasts, breasts that hold his mind in their cleavage, breasts that compel him to want to be hypnotized, breasts that naturally hypnotize him into wanting to be hypnotized by the pocket watch.
The pocket watch with its soft, round curves, entrancing him just like her breasts, breast that hypnotize him just like the pocket watch, back and forth from breast to breast, back and forth…
“…deeper and deeper, because my pocket watch makes my slave just as hard as my tits do. You’re a slave to Mistress’s hypnosis, and Mistress’s hypnosis is her breasts and this pocket watch isn’t it slave?”
He is still looking deep into her eyes, and his cock feels like it is getting bigger and harder, pressing up between her legs, feeling her rubbing her panties on his crotch, rubbing herself against his erection through the fabric.
“Yes Mistress.”
“And,” she lets out a small gasp, and he sees a light in her eyes that is contagious and arousing, “you masturbated thinking about my pocket watch. You masturbated and edged to my pocket watch all by itself didn’t you?”
He didn’t.
He never thought just about the necklace, her tits were always in the furious, fist pumping, self fucking picture, but Mistress asked him a question, and there was only one answer.
“Yes Mistress.”
“I know you did,” She lets out a sharp, hard grunt of pleasure and her hips slow to a stop, “because I said you did, and you remember doing it so clearly now don’t you slave?”
His “Yes Mistress” is joined by a cascade of memories his mind creates on the spot, feverishly trying to make his tired, cummed out cock explode for the irresistibly sexy pocket watch all by itself, making just the idea of being hypnotized, just the image of it enough to make him want to cum, even though he physically couldn’t, no matter what he had tried.
“But your poor cock just couldn’t cum, because you cummed it all out for my tits didn’t you?”
He hears those words, and they become true, as true as everything else when he says, ‘Yes Mistress” yet again.
“I don’t want you to talk anymore slave. I don’t need you to agree anymore, because your mind is between my breasts, and my voice is between your ears. You’re all mine now, and I don’t need my slaves to talk when they can just listen and obey. So listen slave, listen and follow the watch back and forth. Watch it swing, and when I ask you my next question, you’re going to notice and realize that you can no longer talk, do you understand slave?”
He tries to say yes, but his voice does not respond. He tries to nod, but he is reflexively hypnotically paralyzed.
“When I take control, when I use my tits to hypnotically seduce my slaves into profoundly deep traditional hypnosis, and they open their minds to me, just like you couldn’t help but doing, I take control of them by taking control of their orgasms. The office is under my thrall in some way, shape or form, and many of them are even more deeply hypnotized sex slaves than you are, but you’ll catch up soon enough. You’re a natural submissive, and that has made this so easy. You told me all about it both times you were hypnotized, don’t you remember?”
He is helpless to respond, and her words inspire his imagination to create what she says happened, making it real despite the fact it simply was not.
“I gave you so many orgasms, then I took them all away. And now, I’m going to give them back to you, but only at certain times. Only during Titty Time.”
She stops swinging the pocket watch and his eyes fall back to her breasts, right where they belong as she pulls open her blouse. Her very large breasts fill a lacy black bra with white stripes, and it reminds a part of him of a spiral, and the sight of so much more of her creamy freckled tits and bra makes him leak a little more pre-cum into his pants.
“You get Titty Time whenever you do something very special for me. You get Titty Time whenever I decide to give it to you. You get Titty Time only because I want you to have it, because you earn it, or because ever time you cum for me, or obey me in any way, you just need to obey me even more,” she leans forward and smothers his face with her cleavage, “because you really want to cum for me and my hypnotic tits. You want to cum for my tits so badly you’ll need to do anything for me, won’t you slave?”
Of course he will, of course he does, it’s all he is.
“Now,” she sits back down on his lap, and slowly starts to grind against his cock again, ”your cock and your cum are your pleasure. They exist to control you, and I use them to condition you into the hypnotized slave you need to be, because you want to be hypnotized and brainwashed like this, otherwise it wouldn’t be happening. And we both know it is happening because of how hypnotic my breasts are. But listen slave, you’ll never get to cum inside me. You’ll never feel my lips around your cock, you’ll never feel my pussy milk you dry, and you’ll never, ever get to feel your cock between my tits. My tits that you know, you truly know, would feel better than any pussy you’ve ever gotten to fuck.”
Her blouse is off, and he feels her words become true again. A tit job from Mistress would be better than any sex he’d ever have.
“Unless…” she is rolling her hips in the same methodical, deliberate way, and now the watch is back to swinging back and forth in front of her rising and falling, heavy breasts in that black and white striped bra.
“Unless you want to lose your real control. You could have your first Titty Time between my breasts. You could feel the impossible pleasure of getting your free will tit fucked out of you by me, if you just give up control.”
His body is quivering, and she is gasping in short hard breaths, “All you have to do, all you want to do, is admit that what you want is to have what you own wants not matter anymore. All you have to do is admit that what you want from hypnosis, from my hypnotic tits, and my hypnotic control, is to need to obey me no matter what.”
The watch starts to spin on its chain as it swings back and forth in front of his eyes, and everything else except her tits spins and falls away with it.
“If you want that, if you want to no longer want, and only need to obey me, if that’s what you want deep down inside, just,” she snaps her fingers, “sleep.”
He has no choice, and she snaps again, “Deep sleep,“ the next snap pulls him out of the darkness, “be nothing”, and the one that follows shatters him.
“Open your eyes slave. You don’t want to, you need to.”
Slave’s eyes open, and sees the pocket watch is back around Mistress’s neck. It sees that Mistress has taken off her bra, and slave stares as two perfect, very large breasts that are softly freckled and hypnotically full.
Slave sits there and watches Mistress play with them, “Back and forth slave, back and forth from breast to breast as you take out Mistress’s cock now. It’s mine, because you’re mine. Everything you own is mine, everything you are is mine, or at least it will be once you get to experience Titty Time.”
Slave’s hand’s move down to its pants, and Mistress’s cock is out between slave’s legs, the head swollen, the tip wet with pre-cum. While it aches, the throb is a pleasurable one, a compelling one that makes him want to give in to Mistress and just obey.
“Slave doesn’t cum until Mistress commands. My cock doesn’t cum until I command it to, no matter how good,” she swallows his cock between her tits, “this feels.”
Slowly, Mistress starts to rub her hypnotizing tits up and down, “Fall into me, fall into the pleasure of my control. Watch my tits as that cock disappears. Watch my tits, up, and deeper down under my power. Feel that pleasure going up, and feel yourself sinking deeper down.”
Slave feels the pleasure of the pressure, and it feels like the orgasm needs to come, that slave needs to cum, but slave knows it is just what slave wants to happen. It will only cum when Mistress says, because the only thing slave knows it needs is the need to obey Mistress now.
“Just like the watch goes back and forth,” her voice is so strong and so soft, just like her breasts, ”watch my tits, watch your Mistress’s hypnotic, hypnotizing tits as they take you even deeper as they go up and down, and, speak slave, what do they do?”
“They take slave deeper,” speaking and obeying, repeating Mistress’s words makes the pleasure feel even better and even stronger. Slave’s mind and cock are between her breasts, and his slave identity, slave’s identity wraps around him.
“That’s interesting,” she almost stops the tit fucking, but just slows down and her soft becomes even softer, “you don’t have to be a thing slave, you’re still a person. You’re my person, my personal slave. Do you want to be a thing, or a person, slave? Tell me what feels right, tell me what feels good slave.”
Slave, no he, no it, no slave, no he watches her tits moving up and down along her cock, the cock between his legs, that cock she uses to control him, it, him, “This feels good. Mistress, what you want feels good.”
“I know it does, but deep down inside, deep down between my tits, are you my thing, or my person? If you tell me what you are, I will control you even more easily, and that’s what you want the most. If you’re a person then it means I’m controlling your mind, and I am, but if you’re a thing, you’re not really controlled, you’re just there. So tell me, what do you want to be? Do you want to be under my control, slave?”
“Yes Mistress.”
He feels a wave of pleasure, and he feels his cock, his Mistress’s cock that he happens to have, almost explode with those two simple words.
He’s not an it, he’s a he. He’s her slave.
“So you’re my person, a he, a him, a man, a man I’ve made my slave, a man whose cock I own, a man who is going deeper under my hypnotic control as he watches my tits. And my tits do what?”
“Go up and down. Mistress.”
“That’s right slave, the pleasure goes up, and you go deeper down, the pleasure goes up, and you go deeper down. My tits are making this happen, up and down, and up and down now.”
His cock is swallowed between her breasts over and over, it disappears with up, and the head sticks out with down, and she is speaking to it, now, not to him, “I own your cock, I own this cock, I own you, and it won’t cum unless I tell it too. It can’t cum unless I tell it to. So it just falls deeper under my spell, and takes you deeper under my power as I shore up the last of my slave’s control in his balls.”
His eyes close and his body quivers from head to toe, but he cannot stay in the warm darkness, he has to watch. His eyes are so heavy, his head is empty, and as absent as his consciousness is, he’s still aware in fits and starts, but all he wants is to stay in the emptiness.
“Open your eyes slave, look at my tits, look at me, you need to look, because you want to obey so badly. You want to obey, and you want to give me the last of your control so you can have Titty Time with me, with your Mistress. But my tits are only half of that, what’s the other half slave?”
She is still speaking to his cock, he answers without creativity or awareness. His voice forms the word, “Time.”
“That’s right slave, and look at my pocket watch right here by that cock, look at it. You masturbated to it, you came so hard thinking about it as part of your hypnotic fantasies, fantasies that are coming true, that will all come true, once I make you cum your control out right between these tits. You know that my pocket watch is just as sexual and just as compelling as my tits that are taking your pleasure up, and leading your deeper down, hypnotizing you, just like when my watch swings back and forth.”
He sits there, rock had and leaking, flittering in and out of oblivion, and while he hears and obeys, while his subconscious absorbs everything she says, he does not understand.
“Up and down and back and forth are just the same. Back and down and up and forth. Titty Time is Time Titty, my tits are my pocket watch and my pocket watch is my tits, because everything is hypnotizing, everything is so sexually exciting, everything together makes you cum in Titty Time, everything is one thing, now just feel your cock between my tits. It’s Titty Time to cum, it’s Titty Time, cum for me, because you want to lose all control now.
She does not have to tell him again, and she squeezes her tits even tighter as he starts to gush the last of his self control and free will out of his balls.
She swallows his cock between her tits and he starts to involuntarily thrust his hips up, his body acting on the most primal of lizard brain impulses, and he lets out a straining, grunting gasp as the dam breaks.
He shoots and shoots and shoots into her tits, gushing for her, and she milks him dry with her huge tits as he does. She keeps on him until his cock goes limp.
“Good slave. Now you need to obey, because you wanted to give up control. You gave it up, and I took it away. Hypnosis can only make you do what you already want to do, or help you realize it’s what you wanted, and that’s what we’ve done. You wanted to give me complete control, and now you’re in my power forever slave.”
She stands up, turns his back to him and starts to wipe off her tits, “Pull your pants up and just drift to sleep now, deeply hypnotized sleep now slave.”
She snaps her fingers and says sleep three more times, snapping every time. Each snap clears his mind, then pulls him into the darkness.
By the third snap his eyes finish blinking and fluttering. He is drained, he feels diminished and stripped bare. He cannot resist, he falls into the black void of total emptiness.
“Watch…”
Her voice flutters into his dreamless sleep.
“…The…”
His eyes are open and he doesn’t know for how long.
“…Watch…”
He feels his cock swelling in his pants as he watches the watch swinging up and down in front of his face while it swings back and forth as Mistress’s voice whispers around him from behind, her breath on his neck, her breasts once again pressing against the back of his head. He feels their naked softness on his head, and he understands that the cock between his legs, like his mind, is still between Mistress’s tits.
“Feel my tits taking you deep as they go back and forth, just like the watch goes up and down.”
Her words are light and teasing, but he feels the iron in her voice, the commanding, irresistible power of her will working her desires into his submissive and powerless soul.
“Don’t you see and feel your cock between my tits when you watch the watch now, slave?”
The pocket watch swings back and forth, and he sees and feels her tits moving up and down on his cock, swallowing him up and bringing him to the edge of orgasm again.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Your cock is between my tits right now, I’m tit fucking you with my pocket watch aren’t I slave?”
Those freckled, creamy, huge tits are making his cock, which is in his pants, disappear and reappear over and over again in her cleavage while those tits go back and forth in front of his eyes as the pocket watch swings up and down while it moves side to side.
“Everything is one thing, isn’t it slave?”
He says “Yes Mistress: and he feels how much more true his agreement is now. He knows his doubts have all already burst out between her tits, He knows that whatever he was, whatever he thought, it is all gone now, lost in a sticky mess of surrender and release, milked out by her hypnotic breasts… drained out and fucked out by her pocket watch.
“That’s why you’re cumming now slave, because it’s Titty Time now,” she snaps her fingers in his ear, “watch the watch swing back and forth, and feel my tits, see my tits around your cock sliding up and down, and cum now.”
She snaps, and the sound is wonderful.
“You have no choice, you need to obey. You need to cum again right now don’t you?”
He wants to say “Yes Mistress” but he can’t speak, he can’t find words.
She snaps again, “It’s Titty Time, cum now, cum,” there’s another snap, “now.”
He groans as he makes a mess in his pants. He groans out a “Yes Mistress” as she keeps swinging the watch, and proves to him on an even deeper level that everything she says it true, and that she has complete control now.
“Are you my powerless slave now my slave? Is everything you want only what I tell you to need?”
“Yes Mistress.”
She stops swinging the watch and whispers in his ear, “Do you want to please your Mistress now?”
“Yes Mistress.”
She sits on the edge of her desk, topless, and spreads her legs. “Come her and eat my pussy through my panties slave.”
It happens smoothly and easily, There is no hesitation, no consideration, and no choice. He hears and obeys, and starts to lick and kiss her through her soaked, black, lacey panties.
Her hands are on his head, and she is pulling his face in, and grinding against his mouth. “It makes you happy to make me happy. It makes you happy to please me. I’m your only real happiness, I’m your only real pleasure. And…”
She gasps and her legs squeeze tight around her slaves head, “And,” she is breathy now, “And,” she sighs, “your cock will never make me happy, so you will never get to fuck me. Your cock will never touch my naked skin again, but it doesn’t matter because, look up… look up slave…”
She pushes his head away, with one hand in his hair, and with her other hand she dangles the pocket watch down in front of her naked breasts, “…because one thing is everything, everything is one thing and these are my tits, and this is my pocket watch, and when it swings from now on, you’ll feel that cock, my cock, the cock between your legs, slip right back between your Mistress’s tits, just like your mind does, so that means I can make it Titty Time, Titty Time to cum again now slave, whenever I want.”
His legs go weak and he finds himself down on all fours, his half hard cock spurting a weak, little orgasm into the mess of his pants.
“I didn’t tell you to stop slave. You don’t want to stop do you? You need to keep pleasing me, and if you do a very good job, I’ll let you pull my panties to the side, and don’t you want that? Don’t you want me to cum in your mouth? Don’t you want to taste my pussy and feel it pressed against your lips without my panties? And doesn’t that mean that’s what you need now slave?”
His “Yes Mistress” is lost in the between her thighs, just like his free will was already lost between her tits.
The End
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