Months Ago

Knock-knock-knock.

He was on the edge of panic, frantic with shame and confusion, and a need he couldn’t explain. It felt like there was a knife of compulsion lodged into his brain, and it had pushed him here.

Knock-knock-knock.

“Oh hello Josh, what can oh…” the woman in the doorway smiled at him, but her face turned to concern. “What’s wrong.”

“I don’t… I don’t know, I just, I need you. I need…”

“Sssshhhh, sssssshhhh, relax and sink for me now, it’s okay, just sink and surrender, your mind is too busy, too loud and too confused. You can’t fight me, you can’t fight my control, just melt now.”

Josh melted in her arms as she pulled him inside and pulled his head to her breasts. “Tell me my pet, tell me why you’re here.”

“Because I’m… I don’t know. I can’t stop thinking about you, I can’t stop masturbating, thinking about you. You’re in my mind when I fuck my wife, I just… I can’t stop it.”

His cock, already hard from the moment he approached the house, jumped to life in a climax of shame and an orgasm of weakness that made him shudder and break apart in her arms.

“Such a messy weak mind, such a messy weak cock. Listen and obey Josh, follow me now, follow me and fall deeper under the power of my hypnotic commands. Just melt for me my sticky boy, melt and surrender to my voice, and my breasts, like you know you need to do.”

Josh heard these words, and felt her will consuming and destroying him as he felt he cum in his pants trickle down his leg. He was screaming inside that this couldn’t be real, but the part if him that she had captured, the part of Josh that forced him there, could not deny it.

Hypnosis didn’t work this way, it couldn’t work this way, but here he was. All he had to do was turn around and walk out, all he had to do was…

“Someone’s already sunk into their quiet room, mind soft and silent now, hearing only my voice as I take away all the anxiety and all the confusion, come to me Josh, come inside my office, come into the quiet room, I want to talk to you about your house…”

Halloween Night

Knock-knock-knock.

It was just too late for trick-or-treaters, so maybe there was one final batch of older kids, or drunk college kids having fun. Steve had gladly taken door duty over going out with his girlfriend, who honestly, really needed some girl time with her friends.

Knock-knock-knock.

It wasn’t that Steve was a buzz-kill, it was more that he was a holiday minimalist of all kinds, and while whoever was at the door wasn’t knocking like a child, but he took the bowl of candy just to be safe.

“Trick or treat Steve, Jodi said you were staying in tonight.”

“Oh hi Deborah yeah, this is a little more my speed. How’s your night?” 

“It’s been fun, I love Halloween, I usually do a few little shows at friends’ parties, but they all happened last weekend, so I’m all done for the evening and I thought I’d come by and say hello.”

Deborah lived at the other end of the block, and had been one of the first people to welcome them to the neighborhood. Steve and Jodi had bought the house at the beginning of the summer, and had managed to get it for a lot less than he’d expected. The old owners… well owner, was desperate to sell.

The guy’s marriage had fallen apart, and it seemed like he was at the end of his rope. It had been rough to watch a guy with such a nice house feel like he had to take the first offer, but Jodi had fallen in love with it as soon as they saw it, and the old owner’s problems weren’t any of their business.

“Do you want anything to drink? I have a bottle of merlot open.”

Deborah smiled and adjusted the brim of her conical witch’s hat. She was obviously a witch, and it was the first time he remembered seeing her without her glasses. She was wearing a long, frilly, black dress with billowy sleaves and layered skirts, the obvious hat, and a deep, dark blue shawl that was curtained across her chest and hung over her shoulder. It was a dramatic costume if you noticed the quality of her clothes and the little details of her jewelry.

‘That would be lovely, but only of you’re going to have another glass.”

“I could have another glass,” Steve replied from the kitchen, “so, you don’t do the trick or treat thing? Your house is so festive.”

He walked out with both glasses, and handed her one.

“It depends on the year. This year, Cliff, you’ve met him, he’s the college student that rents my basement, is manning the candy dish. I told him he could have the upstairs until midnight if he worked the door.”

Steve watched her drink her wine, “I don’t know if I’m up for company that late,” it was only a little after nine, and he was closer to calling it a night than he felt like he should be.

“Oh Steve, that’s sweet of you to assume, but no. I’ll sneak in the back and make my way to my bedroom and leave Cliff and his friends to their fun. Besides,” her voice took on a dramatic tone, “I’ll be done with you,” she stretched the word out in a ghostly ooh, “long before that.”

Steve laughed, “I told you Deborah, I don’t believe in hypnosis.”

She laughed, “I know you say that, but Jodi does, and she loves our sessions. She thinks you’d benefit from some trance time too, so I told her I would come over and put you under to change your mind.”

That was something Jodi would do, and his girlfriend had really clicked with Deborah. She was about a decade maybe fifteen years older, he thought, than them, and after a few weeks of socializing with Jodi, Deborah had offered her hypnotherapy services to both of them for anything they’d like to work on or explore.

Jodi had, the way she did for everything that was new or novel, jumped right it, and was doing an hour or two a week in Deborah’s home office.

Steve had been… less that interested. 

“How are you going to change my mind, if I’m not going to let you hypnotize me?” He laughed and took another drink. Deborah was a lot more fun than he thought she’d be, based on first impressions. The woman had a sense of humor, an active social life, and was generally beloved by the neighbors, many of whom were patients for her practice.

“I already told you, trick or treat.” She held her wine in one hand and dramatically waved her other hand in the air. “You can decide afterwards whether I’ve tricked your mind or given it a treat, but let me ask you this Steve, do you believe in magic, more or less than you believe in hypnosis?”

“I’m not going to say there’s no such thing as magic, because I think there’s stuff we don’t understand, and I know hypnotic phenomenon is a real thing. Jodi knows she’s having real experiences with you, and I believe her, but… I don’t know Deborah, I just don’t see…”

She smiled, and he really took in her dramatic makeup. Dark eye makeup accentuated her hazel eyes, and her lips were a deep dark red, all offset by a pale foundation that made everything severe and intense in equal measures. He also noticed her silver pentagram earrings, and the bangle-y bracelets, and big flashy rings she was wearing.

“It’s alright Steve. Listen, let me tell you why tonight is the night you’re going to find yourself entranced by me, deeply hypnotized and ready to at least try another session with me in the future. You see, I’m going to cast a spell on you tonight, I’m going to bewitch you,” she had kept a dramatic flare to her voice, but her volume dropped to a theatrically conspiratorial tone, “and once you’re under my spell, and believe in magic, your mind will bend over backwards to accept my hypnotic invitation.”

He had a good laugh, “That would make sense if magic were real.”

Deborah took another sip of wine, set her glass down on one of the end tables by the couch, and looked Steve dead in the eyes, “But magic is real Steve, in fact, tonight, the veil between the magical world and our world is at its thinnest, and the most amazing things are possible. Why do you think we celebrate ghosts and goblins on this night of all nights.”

She wove her hand in an overly theatrical wave in front of his face, “Listen to me Steve, and try to tell me you don’t feel the magic of the air. The night is alive, and you can feel it in your breath, you’re aware of something now, something at the edge, you can feel a tickle of it, and you’re curious. It’s natural to be curious Steve, don’t you feel it?”

He laughed again, and he thought he could see through her game.

“Laughter is good, you’re listening to me, thinking of what I’m telling you, and your laughter tells you that you can think about that curiosity, and feel safe. You care safe with me, in your own home, and you can laugh off my magic… for now.”

Deborah was moving her hands in a silly push and pull motion while wiggling her fingers, “The silence you hear between my words is pulling in the deeper dark, and just like the leaves outside had lost their color, from green, to red and gold, to brown, you can feel the strength of your doubt fading, draining as the darkness grows. Sit down Steve, sit and sink into the couch as I cast my spell.”

She beckoned him forward with her hands, and waited for him to start to sit, before she pushed towards him, and he sat down in time with her gesture. Steve finished his wine and set his empty glass next to hers.

In another dramatic flourish, Deborah unclasped her shawl and let it fall from her shoulders. The neckline of her black witch’s dress was deep and scooped, and not only did he get the sense she was wearing a push up bra, the deep dark blue laced up bodice she wore pushed together and helped frame her considerable breasts.

She also reached into the folds of her dress, and removed a ringed brass candleholder and a small red candle that she lit with a match that was obviously hidden in her hand. It was a pretty good use of slight of hand though; Steve appreciated the act.

“We light the candle’s flame, to draw your light, and strength into the night and the world, gaze and watch yourself, watch the spirit I am touching, and feel the curious heat, notice it in your mind as you become one in the binding of the light.”

Her hand moved in slow circles above the flame, and Steve blinked. The world felt a little darker at the edges, and he noticed that the candle‘s flame was positioned just below the line of her cleavage, and the light cast a glow on her chest. He didn’t feel too bad about noticing Deborah’s chest because Jodi liked to joke about the older woman’s impressive boobs on a regular basis.

“I beseech you goddess of night, in this moment of your power, bind this light to my will, and bind this soul into my words. His light flickers and glows in the breath of voice, his will wavers and dances as I speak to the flame and call your name, oh nameless goddess.”

The light and her hand were casting shadows across her breasts that kept leading his eye, and the edges of his vision had gotten narrower and darker. He did feel something happening, a shift of focus or awareness, and his blinked as the edges of his vision grew darker.

“Yes my goddess, let the shadows and the night fill my words as I become the moon, and his will becomes the tide. I beseech you goddess, I call upon the powers of air and water, to dominate his earth and flame in the darkness of sleep and bewitching slumber.”

His eyelids were getting heavy, and it felt like he had stepped away from himself, but Steve was caught wholly in Deborah’s theatrics and disarmed by her showmanship. He blinked again, and felt the darkness closing in, he felt it wrapping around him as the shadows moved across her breasts and the candle’s light danced in his eyes.

“The witch’s curse, the kiss of slumber from the goddess of night, is cast upon you now…” she blew out the candle, “sleep.”

His eyes closed, and he felt his body sagging under him.

“Steve, listen to the sound of my voice, and feel my words Steve. I’ve hypnotized you with magic. You are under my magical hypnotic spell, and now that you know you can be hypnotized, now that you know my magical powers are real, you’re going to wake from your enchanted slumber as I count you up from 1 to 3. Nod your head if you understand Steve?”

He felt good. He felt melted and content, and he almost didn’t want to nod his head, but he did understand and his head moved by itself.

“Very good, you’re very suggestible and responsive Steve, you’re a very good hypnotized subject who is powerless to resist my magic. Now wake up with 1, 2, and…” she clapped her hands on 3 “wide awake and out of trance.”

“You were right, you’re not a natural subject, but once you dropped, once I got you to take the bait, you fell very fast and very deeply under my spell. But that’s magic, it’s magic. Would you be a dear and offer me my wine?”

He blinked a few times, noticed she’d placed the candle holder on the end table while his eyes were closed, and then did what he was told, “So that was it?”

“Yes, now,” she took a sip, “now drink of my glass, drink of my wine, and bind yourself to me in slumber.”

Steve felt dumbstruck as she brought the glass to his lips, and held it as he drank. Then he felt his legs get wobbly as a wave of drowsiness brought him back down to the couch.

“The second binding of the witch’s curse has been placed upon you now Steve, you are under my spell, and you will feel an almost irresistible urge to obey me in all things now. You are almost bound completely in the curse, but you may resist the third binding and be free…” her voice lost its ghostly wooing dramatic lilt, “but first it’s time to properly hypnotize you. Waking up again on 3 now, 1… 2…” she clapped, “3, eyes open, wide awake and believing in magic as you look at me and hear these words.”

Steve laughed. He couldn’t help it, something was pushing its way through him and it came out as a laugh, “Okay, wow, I wasn’t expecting that. That’s pretty impressive.”

Deborah drank her wine, “What is?”

“Your whole act, your whole approach. You got me, you hypnotized me, you win.” 

He was going to go pour them some more wine, but she stopped him with a look and a question. 

“But Steve, I cast a spell on you, not ‘hypnotized you’ hypnotized you. You believe in magic and you’re still under the witch’s curse aren’t you?

He sat there and considered the proof, and it felt compulsory that he could only see it one way, even if that way was kind of up to interpretation, “yes, you cast a spell on me.”

“And now you’re going to sit there and be a perfect subject for me while I hypnotize you, aren’t you?”

He felt an urge to push back, but she wiggled her fingers and started the push pull motion again, and it felt like she was coaxing the only right answer out of him, 

”Yes.”

“And why is that Steve?”

“Because,” there was an internal push and pull going on behind his eyes, but it didn’t last long, he was caught up in the moment, or so he told himself, and that was why he would keep going along. It felt different and good, and there was no harm to it. “Because I’m under your spell.”

“Yes you are, now obey the power of the witch’s curse, and bring me more wine… right now.”

That statement had started light and whimsical, but there was iron in her voice when she said right now, and Steve felt those words push him into action. He took her glass, poured the last of the bottle into it, and presented it to her where she stood.

“Thank you Steve, now sit down and relax.”

Steve considered the way he was responding to her, and the way it felt. There was an automatic nature to what he was doing now, that he acted as soon as she gave him an instruction or a direction, and it felt like he was playing a game, or following the rules of a game.

It dawned on him that Deborah still had her hat on.

“Now sit back, just get comfortable on the couch,” she made another theatrical gesture with her free hand, “and look deep into my eyes. Look deep into my eyes, seeing only the deeper darkness of my pupils as everything else fades away.”

She stood over him, and he watched as she held her wine in her right hand, and her left came to rest at the base of her throat, then started to slowly, absentmindedly slide down to her breasts. He tried not to notice, but the more focused he became on her eyes, the more her hand would move, slowly back to her throat, then down again every time his eyes would shift.

“You’re feeling the heavy, relaxing weight of my words as they wash over you now, listening and feeling as you stare deeper and deeper,” her hand moved up and down, and the energy of the evening had become closer and more intimate. Her breasts were becoming more present in his mind, and it felt like he’d had considerably more to drink than two glasses of wine.

Steve realized his eyes were closed, and it felt nice. He was warm, and heavy. His breath was deep and even, and very slow. His mind had wandered while she was talking to him, and he forced himself to open his eyes.

“That’s it Steve, you’re responding so well to my hypnosis now that you know it’s real. You’re doing so well now that you’re under my spell. With many of my subjects I help them find a special place in their minds that I call their quiet rooms. I use the quiet room to put their inner voice away where they won’t let it get in the way, and work against the suggestions they want me to give them, but I don’t think you need a quiet room when you have the witch’s curse.”

She sat down next to him, and picked up the candle holder again, “And I think you’re noticing how good it feels to be hypnotized by me now, aren’t you Steve? Open your eyes and tell me if you feel good being hypnotized by me.”

As she asked him, she reached into her pocket, and then pulled the same trick of lighting the match and the candle by waving her hand over it. “We could stop now, I could wake you, and you would know the curse remains. You would know you’d have to come see me, to let me help you with more hypnosis, and we can stop, but I want you to know that the deeper you go, the better you feel. And don’t you want to feel good Steve?”

She was close to him, and her hazel eyes caught the candle’s flame under the brim of her hat. It was easy to listen to her, to feel her voice pull on him. “You’re safe and warm, and happy here. Jodi wanted me to do this to you, and now that you see the candle dancing, see the candle and look deep into my eyes again, you can trust me to take you deeper, and feel so much better.”

She sat facing him, and like before, she held the small candleholder by the ring, and waved her hand across it, but now as the shadows danced across her cleavage, he was looking down her dress at breasts, and couldn’t seem to remember why he shouldn’t be doing that.

“Up Steve, look up into my eyes, and don’t let the flame distract you,” her voice was almost a whisper as she delicately corrected his focus.

“Look deep into my eyes, deeper into the darkness in the center, feeling only warmth and trust, trusting so completely and easily as you stare into nothingness now, deeper and darker as your heavy eyes flutter down…”

Steve blinked and the sway of her hand around the flickering candle pulled his vision… “deeper down…” to its flickering glow the curve of her breasts…”sleep in darkness, complete darkness now” she blew out the candle and he fell into her warmth.

Then he opened his eyes as he heard a clap… “and wide awake now Steve, wide awake and deeply enchanted. It feels so good to go deeper, doesn’t it?”

He laughed, it did. 

He felt like he didn’t need to speak, to say the words out loud, all he had to do was agree with her and she would know. He also felt tremendously calm, but by the same token, Steve had lost his sense of self and awareness somewhere in the moment of darkness he just came back from.

“Now Steve, you’re very smart, and very rational. I’m sure you’ve realized that I hypnotized you with magic, because hypnosis is its own kind of magic. I used the same technique just now when I cast my spell on you. But, you were more willing to believe in a magical approach subconsciously, because you had come to the conscious decision you didn’t want to be hypnotized. But now, knowing that it feels good to fall even deeper under my hypnotic spell, you’d like me to continue hypnotizing you wouldn’t you?”

He thought about saying yes to her, but the thought of speaking, the effort seemed to be too much, and he nodded instead.

“But I don’t know, maybe you only want me to use an even more powerfully hypnotic approach and induction because you’re under the entrancing spell of the witch’s curse, and you can’t say no to me now. Is that it, are you under my spell right now?”

He was given permission in the journey of her question to become aware of himself again, and to leave the warm, swirling shadows of the moment that held him in her voce, and wrapped around him like blanket of profound trust and peaceful relaxation. He thought about the theatrical misdirection and the high concept monologues she had made into her act, and when he realized how elegant and obvious a trick it was, he felt that same happy, accepting laugh flow through him as he nodded his head.

“Yes, you are hypnotized by my magic, you are magically entranced, because hypnotism is its own magic, and I’d like to cast another spell on you now to take you even deeper, and feel even better, and I know you want it, because you just told me you did, didn’t you?”

The shadows had closed in again, and everything else, even the last few moments felt like they were drifting further, and further… away from her breasts , and back down as her hand waved in front of his eyes, and he followed it up, and then done in an easy, passive nod.

“Wonderful, soon you’ll surrender to the third and final binding of the witch’s curse, but first,” the dramatic and mysterious tone had come back to her voice, replacing the sweet, nurturing, pleasantly smothering softness of her breasts as she gently and delicately filled his mind with her voice.

“Steve,” she slid her hand down into the pressed together swell of her breasts and pulled out a gold plated pocket watch on a chain, “I want you to watch the watch now. Watch the watch and notice how it gently swings back and forth, and back and forth feels so much more hypnotic than my pretty eyes. Follow it now with just your eyes, only your eyes, and try to see only my watch and nothing else.”

The watch swung back and forth just above her breasts, and the more he tried to focus on it, moving his eyes and not his head as it swung, it was impossible not to stare at her chest as well. The harder he tried to ignore her breasts, the more prominent they became, and as her voice became softer everything took on a more intimate and alluring quality.

“I know your eyelids are getting so heavy now, feeling so heavy, so sleepy, heavy, droopy, drowsy now Steve, fighting to keep your eyes open, trying so hard not to get distracted by anything else you see, just watching the watch back and forth, back and forth. Look up into my eyes now, deep into my eyes for just a moment.”

He blinked and refocused on her hazel eyes, so soft and inviting, so deep and piercing, it felt like she was looking into him, and the longer she stared back, the wider open it felt like she was opening his mind. He also noticed that the watch was still swinging, but it didn’t look like she was moving her hand at all.

“Just look deep into my hypnotic eyes, and feel their power, and feel the soft way that they pull you in, their gentle power feels almost like a rest, like a break for your tired heavy eyes, blink and sink for just a moment, close your eyes in my eyes, and as you open them, feel the pull of the watch again, twice as strong now, twice as irresistible now.”

When Steve opened his eyes, he felt the pull of the watch so strongly that it felt like his brain was being pulled into its shining gold surface, and he hardly noticed that it swung lower and closer to Deborah’s breasts. 

As the watch dangled from her seemingly still hand, and pulled more of his focus, it also become more impossible for him to not to look at her chest. The creamy white softness of her breasts seemed like such a gentle reprieve from the swinging watch with its magnetic hold on his eyes, and his mind. He wanted to stop watching, to let the heavy, warm softness of her breasts consume him, and sink down into…

His eyes blinked shut, and when he felt them open again, compelled by the swinging watch, its hold on him had grown so strong his head started swaying back and forth with it.

“That’s right, it’s twice as powerful as my eyes, twice as hypnotic, twice as enchanting. Watch the watch as I use it to take you deeper under my spell now, the deeper you fall the greater the pleasure, and the greater the pleasure the deeper you want to go. Go on and sway with it now, back and forth, and deeper down.”

The watch was almost brushing the tops of her breasts.

“Back and forth, and deeper down, until…”

It caressed the smooth white skin of her chest and stopped in her cleavage, “it stops, and sinks, and… sleep”

She pushed the pocket watch back into her cleavage as she said sink, and Steve melted into the darkness, falling into a deeper dreamless darkness than before.

“…opening your eyes and remaining deeply entranced now, deeply entranced and feeling the wonderful pleasure of deep hypnosis, deeply enchanted and under my spell, enthralled and bound in the witch’s curse, your mind is open to my voice and my words, feeling so suggestible, and so agreeable.”

Steve’s eyes opened, and he felt like he was miles away from his own body.

“I want you to find your voice again, find your words and remember them now. Remember that you want to speak again, and remember that you trust me completely, you trust me without any hesitation, you know I am supposed to be here, and you know you are supposed to be deeply hypnotized by me. It’s what Jodi wanted, and you love her so much, you would do anything to give her what she wanted wouldn’t you?”

Steve’s mouth moved as he regained the sense of how to speak, oblivious to the fact she had taken it away from him, and found himself saying “Yes, I would.”

“That’s good, it’s because you’re very loving and affectionate, you’re very caring aren’t you?”

“I,” he found his words again, “I try to be.”

“And if she wants you to be deeply hypnotized, you would let me hypnotize you even more deeply wouldn’t you? No matter what it meant, you would allow me to more deeply hypnotize you and put you even deeper under the hypnotic spell of my witch’s curse, because that’s what Jodi wants me to do, and you’ll do anything for her won’t you?”

“Yes, I will.” It was so automatic and easy to answer, that it seemed to happen without any decisions on his part.

“Good then,” Deborah clapped “waking up and out of trance now, feeling a veil lifted from your eyes, feeling the fog lifted from your mind, waking up to what you see, and noticing the difference now between being in deep deep trance, and being wide awake, wide awake and still under the witch’s curse, wide awake and in my spell.”

Steve felt his vision narrow, and then he blinked. And everything felt normal, normal but with a warm, residual glow. His body felt loose, his mind felt light and empty, and he just felt good.

“How do you feel?”

Deborah smiled at him as he instinctively stretched and yawned, then rubbed his eyes, “I feel..” he laughed a little, “I feel good.”

“Good, now take a moment, take a breath, and remember how good being deeply hypnotized feels, remember how good it felt to be in trance, and compare it to how you feel now. What feels better, being deeply hypnotized by me, or not being hypnotized? You are under my spell, cursed to answer truthfully and honestly always, remember, and answer me.”

Steve felt the force of her words, spoken in a simple and direct tone, like telling someone where to put your luggage, and he felt his head tip back as she spoke. “It feels better to be deeply hypnotized.”

“Yes Steve, you’re right,” her voice had warmed, “and what do you remember about depth and pleasure?”

“The more deeply hypnotized I am, the more pleasurable it feels.”

“Yes, and isn’t that true? Didn’t you feel it over and over?’

He did, “I did, yes.”

“Now Steve,” Deborah’s hands rested on her breasts, as they moved to settle there, Steve felt a dreamy compulsion to not look away. It really was no secret that Deborah had remarkable large breasts, but he’d never felt the need to ogle her. Even now, as he reflexively stared, he felt like he shouldn’t be staring, but he also couldn’t help it.

“I can take you even deeper than before. Deeper than my eyes take you; here look into my eyes and remember.”

His eyes met hers, and he stared into them, stared deeper until her pupils seemed to become the night, surrounding him, making him sink without a word.

“That’s right, remember how deep they take you. But this other induction will take you deeper than that, and even deeper than my pocket watch, remember.”

Her hand slid between her breasts, and slowly pulled the golden watch up from her cleavage, “Watch the watch back and forth, and remember.”

It swung in front of her chest, and Steve felt himself fading into her voice as is swung, wishing again he could just focus on her large, creamy breasts and be still.

“And you want to go deeper, and you’ll let me do whatever it takes to take you even deeper, because Jodi wants you to let it happen, she wants me to do it to, it’s why I’m here. And you’ll simply accept it, because you trust me, and you know it’s the only way to go even deeper and give Jodi what she wants, because she wants what I want, and you want what she wants, to go even deeper now. Tell me what you want Steve.”

“I want to go even deeper. I want to be as deeply hypnotized as possible.”

“No matter what it takes Steve?”

“No matter what it takes.”

“Good, that’s very good to hear. Listen to me Steve, listen to me and hear my words, feel my voice sinking into your mind, under the power of the witch’s curse. Hypnotic trance makes the mind suggestible and the subject pliable. Being put into a trance, even a light trance, makes the subject very malleable to an experienced and powerful hypnotist like myself. Tell me you understand what I am tell you.”

“I understand.”

“And tell me that it is your idea, and your desire to become even more deeply hypnotized, because you want to feel the pleasure of an even deeper trance, and you want to make Jodi happy. Tell me now, and believe it to be true Steve.”

“It’s my idea, I want to make Jodi happy.”

Deborah smiled, “Very good Steve, you do understand. Now relax with me. Relax into the warmth of the room, sink into the couch, and let your complete and total trust in me wash over you. You are calm now, very calm. Nothing will surprise you, because you want me to do everything it takes to take you deeper. You are calm, so very calm and relaxed now that you cannot move, you do not want to move, you only want to become as deeply hypnotized as possible, because you trust me completely. Tell me you trust me completely Steve.”

“I trust you completely.”

“Yes, you do. Now just relax, relax and watch my hands.”

Time had shrunk into a pinprick of awareness, his world did not exists past the most immediate moments, and without time, without context, Steve didn’t exist past the moment either. He watched Deborah’s hands as she slowly untied the lace of her bodice, and listened to her voice as she spoke to him in softer and softer tones.

“Feeling only calm and trust, perfectly calm and perfectly trusting in deep relaxation now. Perfectly calm, and perfectly trusting as you watch my hands, watching the knots come undone in your mind, watching me pull the string that unbinds your consciousness now.”

Her bodice fell away, and Steve felt like the floor of his awareness fell with it.

“I am going to show you the most powerfully hypnotic tools that I have to induce trance now. I am showing you these tools to more deeply hypnotize you, to more fully bind you in my hypnotic witch’s curse. My witch’s curse is just a costume for my hypnotic sway over you. You understand now that you have been hypnotized the entire time, and even when you thought you were awake you will still under, and always suggestible. I have tricked you, or maybe Steve, maybe it is a treat. Trick, or treat Steve, it doesn’t matter. Knowing what I say is true, knowing that you trust me completely and are feeling so calm and relaxed, knowing that you feel so good right now, tell me Steve, tell me you understand, and you want to go deeper.”

“I want to go deeper. I understand.”

“Yes, it is what you want, and you want it because you understand that I am going to make you feel even better now. Just watch my hands, watch and stare at my most entrancing, my most irresistibly hypnotic tools, look at them, they are one hundred times more powerful than my pocket watch, look at them now, and feel your eyes moving back and forth, back and forth.”

Her breasts were out and in her hands.

Steve knew this was wrong. He wasn’t dumb, or weak willed, and he wasn’t lecherous or unfaithful. He knew that she had tricked him into trance, and then given him suggestions to want to stay in trance and go deeper. He knew she was gently sculpting his mind with her suggestions, and had been leading him on, and he had followed. The problem was that as aware as he had been, he’d become completely unaware of how tangled up in her web he was.

Now, he was too willing, too able, and too conditioned to not follow her breasts as she played with them in front of his eyes. He knew it was wrong, but his eyes shifted back and forth from nipple to nipple, just like he had followed her pocket watch, and when he realized he couldn’t stop staring, something inside of him surrendered to Deborah and her breasts on a profound level.

“All you can see are my beautiful, magically hypnotic breasts as they mesmerize and enchant you. Staring, watching as my breasts beguile and hypnotize you with their beauty and their softness. Soft and beautiful, heavy and hypnotic, you are falling deeper now with your eyes open than you felt before, even when your eyes were closed, and you were lost in hypnotized sleep. Falling 100 times deeper now as your eye move back and forth, and back and forth from breast to breast, beguiling and enthralling all of your mind, and putting you so deep now, so very deep that as you think you watch and remember, your conscious mind sees and forgets.”

His head started to lull from side to side, moving in time with her breasts as she massaged them.

“You will not consciously remember anything that happened tonight, only that I came and visited you. You will remember that I was here, and that you were hypnotized, but you will remember that it was fun, and fast, and nothing happened. That is your conscious memory of the evening now, and as you watch my breasts, you understand that nothing is more powerful than my hypnosis, nothing is more powerful than the witch’s curse of deep trance, and nothing, nothing is more hypnotic than a witch’s tits. I am a witch, and these are my tits, and you cannot resist them now.”

Steve’s conscious mind had folded in on itself like a piece of paper, and was nowhere to be found. He started to drool slightly, and every time he blinked he fell into a deeper world of her will and her voice.

“You are under the spell of my hypnotizing breasts, and as you watch them now, as you stare at them, unthinking, and perfectly open, you understand that my breasts make you perfectly suggestible, and when you follow my suggestions now to watch them sway back and forth in my hands, falling deeper down as your eye go back and forth from nipple to nipple, sinking, dropping, falling down, every suggestion you follow makes the next suggestion one hundred times more powerful.”

He let out a soft, panting moan, as the sweet, alluring stickiness of her voice wrapped around him, while her beautiful heavy breasts smothered his vision.

“You are becoming obsessed with my hypnotizing breasts now, you are becoming obsessed with how aroused they are making you feel. My breasts are so erotic and so enthralling, you become sexually aroused when they hypnotize you. Thinking about my breasts, or seeing my chest will make you feel this powerful arousal, and you will not wonder why, you will only understand that you are obsessed with my breasts now. And being obsessed with my breasts means you are obsessed with my hypnotic control over you, and… with me.”

He sat there, gone, lost in pitch-black hypnotic amnesia.

“From now on, whenever you have sex with Jodi, you will think of me. Whenever you have sex with Jodi, Jodi who wants this to happen, who asked me to hypnotize you, Jodi who you love, and who you would do anything for, especially accept these suggestions, you will fuck her and pleasure her as though you were fucking me. You will make her cum before you cum, you will make sure it is always the best sex of her, but when you fuck her, you will think of me. You will think of my breasts when you cum inside of her, and every time you cum in her, you are putting more of my breasts into your mind, you are putting more of me into her.”

“Listen to me Steve, and watch my breasts, they are so perfect, and so hypnotic, the longer you stare, the stronger their hold on you becomes, and the stronger their hold on you, the more powerful my suggestions are. That is why you will feel the constant need to fuck Jodi’s brains out, and the more you fuck her and feel my breasts dominate your mind, the more you think of me when your cock is so deep inside her, shooting your load with my breasts as the only thing on your mind, the more desperate for me you will become.”

Steve was catatonic except for his cock. He was drooling and stiff as a flagpole. His mind was an open book for Deborah to write in.

“The more desperate you become, the more you will want to fuck her, and the more you fuck her, the more impossible it will be to get me and my breasts out of your head. You will start to masturbate as often as you can, and every time you touch yourself, you will imagine these breasts, and you will feel shadow memories of this moment consuming you, making you need to be hypnotized by me again, making you need to come visit me as soon as you can.”

“Just watch them now, watch them and know that when you do surrender and come to see me, you will get to touch them. You will get to suck them and lick them. When you do finally break, and you come to see me, you will know that nothing else matters anymore, not your will, not your dignity, not Jodi, only me and only my hypnotic breasts. You will try to fight this, you will try to deny it, but you will find that you cannot stop fucking her and thinking of me, because I have cursed you now, I have hypnotized you and placed the curse of the witch’s tits on you, and the more you fuck, and the more you masturbate, the more powerful the curse becomes.”

Deborah straddled him but didn’t let any part of his face, or his mouth touch her tits. “Stare at them, and fall deeper and deeper under my spell, deeper and deeper into hypnotized trance, entranced by my breasts, mesmerized by their shape and their softness, feeling my suggestions, my curse taking hold so deep down inside of you, you will never be able to find it, or resist it.”

Deborah cupped her left breast with her left hand, and then licked her right finger and started to trance circles around her nipple, “When Jodi comes home tonight you are going to need to fuck her. You are being filled with sexual energy right now, you are being enchanted and corrupted by the curse of the witch’s tits as they hypnotize you. You are going to fuck her brains out, you are going to overwhelm her with pleasure, and you will do it for me, you will do it thinking and wishing she was me. And when you cum inside her, when your cock is deep inside her tight little pussy, it will be my hypnotic tits that make you cum.”

She switched to her right breast.

“And every time you cum inside her, you are putting more of me inside her too. You are obeying more of my suggestions, pumping my control over you into her, making her more and more mine, making her body make you mine. And no matter how often you fuck, no matter how hard you cum inside her, or cum in your hand because you cannot stop fantasizing about my breasts, you will never be satisfied, and it will start to drive you insane.”

She pinched both of her nipples, the continued to massage her tits in front of his glassy, empty eyes.

“You will fight it, and deny it, but the more you fight it, the stronger your urge to see me will become. The more you deny it, the more you will need to come to see me, to see these, and to be hypnotized by me. The harder you try and fight me Steve, the weaker you will become, and the more insane your unsatisfied sexual lust will make you. Only I will be able to truly satisfy you, only my breasts will be able to make the ache and the urge go away. And you can only have me, when you are broken completely. Only when you are so desperate and insane with need for me that you will throw everything else away, only then can you have these tits and real relief. Only then and no sooner, now watch…”

She repeated her suggestions a third time, duplicating the ritual with her hands and words, and told him, “Three is the magic number, and three times I have bound you with my breasts and my suggestions. If you can last more than three days and three nights without coming to me and falling under my spell, then the curse will be broken and you will be free, but if you cannot, you will do everything I have said.”

She added this last part as a way of closing the loop. By providing rules to her magic that was not magic, but became magic again after he was broken down enough to believe anything, it told his mind that everything was real and ordered. Without giving him a way out which was more a way for him to fail than succeed, his mind would push against her suggestions, maybe hard enough to break free.

But to make it a game with rules, it meant that he would play, and he would lose to her fairly, and that would be easier for his subconscious to accept.

She left him there, resting on the couch, and texted Jodi that Steve had been a great subject, and would probably be making an appointment to see her in the next few days. Jodi had asked, because Deborah had been hypnotizing her in a very different way and had slipped the idea into her mind, Deborah to convince Steve to try her services, but not any of what Deborah had actually done.

In time, Jodi would have her uses, but not yet.

Later that Night and Following Days

Steve had never been this horny in his life. As soon as Jodi got home he was on her, and she had loved it. He couldn’t stop touching her, kissing her, massaging her, and when he started eating her out, it was like he couldn’t stop.

But the entire time he was pleasing her, especially when he started to fuck her, he just had this image of Deborah in her witch’s costume in his mind. He especially couldn’t stop thinking about her tits, which was weird because he wasn’t especially attracted to the older woman, or her large breasts.

Sure, he got the appeal of big tits, and what some people saw in older women, but that had never been his thing.

Now, as he fucked his girlfriend who he was madly in love with, the witch was stuck in his head like a song.

Finally, he gave in to it, and let the images of her wash over him. He let the thought of her casting a spell on him, or hypnotizing him, which she always joked about doing whenever he saw her, flow out of his brain and into his cock.

He hoped he could just fuck it out of his system, and as he found a pace that made Jodi gasp in orgasmic pleasure over and over and over again, he came so hard thinking about Deborah’s big soft creamy tits that Jodi made a surprised noise.

It had felt good… but… he wanted more.

Later that night, when he couldn’t sleep, Steve snuck into the bathroom and rubbed one out, but as soon as he touched his cock, all he could think about was Deborah’s tits in that costume, and the image of her blowing out a candle as he shot his load.

The next day was no better.

Steve spent the morning at the office being mildly distracted by how crappy he felt. It felt like a betrayal to have fantasized about his neighbor, especially when he was literally inside his girlfriend, but he chalked it up to general weirdness.

The only problem was, once he engaged with that thought, it sparked a flame in his mind, a horny, progressively more invasive flame.

By lunch, Steve couldn’t concentrate, and his mind kept wandering back to Deborah’s breasts. It felt like he was lost in her cleavage somehow, and told his boss he was going to work from home the rest of the day.

Apparently he looked a little worse for wear, and didn’t get any arguments from the boss. Then, while he was driving up the block, he had a thought to stop by and see Deborah. He’d enjoyed her visit the night before, and she’d even made a believer out of him, maybe she could help him re-focus… But that also felt wrong.

It felt wrong to go visit the woman he couldn’t stop thinking about while he was supposed to be at work. It felt very wrong, so wrong it made him feel guilty, but by the time he pulled into the driveway and made it inside, he was practically sprinting to the bathroom to try and cum her tits out of his head.

This time, it was the idea of her standing in her doorway in her costume, beckoning him to come closer and closer, while her other hand brushed across her breasts. He thought about what it would be like to feel helpless, like she’d cast a spell on him, and he had to… cum… it felt so good to cum to her.

Then the shame washed over him, and throttled him into work mode. Steve tried to use the shame to force everything out of his mind and work, but the harder he pushed, the more she slipped in, in insidious little tendrils of fantasy and desire.

These little flickering strands of Deborah and her breasts started to weave together into a tapestry of fantasy and Steve was about to go to the bathroom for another one, when he thought about going to see her again.

He felt an urge, a physical, desperate urge to walk down the block and knock on her door, but then Jodi got home and the first thing she said, after she kissed him, was how wonderful he was last night.

She still had one shoe, and her blouse on by the time Steve had finished fucking her out. Again, at the height of the moment, all he could see was Deborah, and as he came inside his girlfriend, he wished it was while he was straddled between his neighbor’s legs, staring up at her heavy tits as they swung side to side, and…

“I, I need more…”

“Oh god Steve, I’m, you fucking ruined me, can you…” she was asleep on the couch, and he was cumming to Deborah’s tits in the toilet again.

It gave him a moment of relief, but he felt an ache deeper than his cock and balls, he felt it at what could have been the center of his sexual core, and once he felt it there, he couldn’t ignore it, but luckily, Jodi woke up from her little nap, then they had a nice meal, and then settled in to talk.

“When Deborah hypnotizes you, do you… remember everything?” There was a grinding in his brain as he asked this, like he had to fight to get the question out.

“Mostly. Sometimes no. It depends. I don’t worry about it, I trust her completely, and it’s not like I’ve done anything weird afterwards right? “

Something cold crept up his spine.

“Not really. I think she’s really helped you.”

It was his canned supportive boyfriend line, and it was a slight variation of “if you think she’s helping”, which had been his old answer.

“Why? Are you freaking out because I had her trick you? She said you held on pretty tight, but that you sunk into it after a while. Deborah thinks with some practice you’ll get used to it.”

“I was just curious.”

He was more that curious, he was… concerned. But, the rest of the night passed, and while he slept, he woke feeling more exhausted than he had been the night before. But it was Saturday and…

And Steve spent most of the day researching hypnosis. But the more he read, and the more he studied, the stronger Deborah’s presence became in his mind, and between his legs. It got especially bad, when he stumbled across something called erotic hypnosis, and saw a preview of a video with a buxom woman named Cassandra Angel swinging a pocket watch in front of her tits.

“Jodi,” he nuzzled her neck while she was reading on the couch, and his hands did the rest of the talking. But as they fucked, the more she moaned, and the more her body shivered in ecstasy, the more distant Steve became. He was consumed with a workman like dedication to her pleasure, and the closer he got to climax, the less pleasure he took in the moment.

It was still a physical release, but there was no joy, and no satisfaction in it, not until his last squirt. In the last fleeting moments of physical relief, he thought about sneaking away to Deborah’s house, and confessing to her how thinking of her was driving him crazy.

“Are… Steve… are you okay? You look… oh that felt so good, are you… what’s wrong.”

He was staring up at Jodi, but he didn’t see her. He saw the ghostly shape of Deborah looming around his girlfriend.

“I’m…” he blinked and it passed, “I’m fine. Just...” He let out a solid exhale, and she laughed and kissed him, then went back to her book.

Later, when Jodi went to run some errands, Steve sat by himself, and tried to talk himself out of whatever was happening, and whatever he was feeling. He sat in the dark, focused on his breathing, and tried to make himself look inward, past the noise, and the chaos, but…

But he couldn’t stop stroking. All he could do was make himself cum, and he tried to stop, he tried to tell himself that he was doing something Deborah was, for some reason he couldn’t imagine, was making him do.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, he erupted.

He came harder than he had since Halloween night with Jodi the first time. And as he came, as he realized he was doing what Deborah had programmed him to, he was flooded with images of her bare tits overwhelming him and consuming him.

Steve felt cursed, it felt too strong, and too powerful to be real. It was too real to be real, and it sparked his cock back to life within seconds, and he was stroking in a fugue, seeing something in his mind’s eye that he couldn’t remember, shape, or share.

Jodi came home a little while later, and they had another quiet evening.

Steve took a shower before bed, and as soon as his mind wandered, his hand was pulled between his legs. His cock was tired, he was spent, but he worked a load and felt his dignity and his will power spiral down the shower drain.

But he wasn’t going to give in again.

He knew he could stop it.

He felt like if he could last a day, if he could go one day without giving in, that by this time tomorrow night the curse would be broken.

He wouldn’t give in.

He couldn’t give in.

Steve slept, and slept late, but when he woke, he felt even more drained.

“Oh my god, Steve…”Jodi had a smile on her face, and was pointing at the stain on his side of the bed, “did you?”

He forced himself to laugh about it and said he’d wash the sheets. That was when Jodi checked her phone, and told him that she was going to go meet some girlfriends for a last minute Sunday Fun-Day, got ready, and headed out.

His cock was anxious, his balls ached, and his mind was humming, flooding him with Deborah.

He shouted against himself, he pushed as hard as he could against his own mind, but the harder he tried, the stronger Deborah’s presence got.

His hand was between his legs, massaging himself over his pants, and Steve went to look himself in the mirror.

The face that stared back told him he had to keep fighting, that he had to resist. That he could just stay here, just rub himself out until he had to sleep, or until there was nothing left.

Just stay here.

Don’t go.

Don’t go.

Don’t.

Big beautiful tits were hypnotizing him, tricking him into surrendering to their beauty, they were the treat that sweetened his hypnotic surrender.

The tits.

Go to her.

Go to them.

Nothing could satisfy him.

Nothing could release him.

Go to her.

Go to them.

He was so tired.

Too tired to fight.

Too weak.

Then the spell was broken, and he left the bathroom… and out the front door…

Now

Pound-pound-pound.

Steve was on the edge of panic, frantic with shame and confusion about why he couldn’t stop himself from being here, and why he couldn’t control a need he could rationally explain, but couldn’t resist. It felt like there was a knife of compulsion lodged into his brain, and it had pushed him here.

Pound-pound-pound.

“Oh hi Steve, what can oh…” Deborah stood in the doorway, all sweet smiles and manners, but her face turned to concern. “What’s wrong.”

“I don’t… I don’t know, I just, I need you. I need…”

“Sssshhhh, sssssshhhh, relax and sink for me now, it’s okay, just sink and surrender, you can’t resist the witch’s curse can you?”

Steve melted in her arms as she pulled him inside and pulled his head to her breasts. “Tell me my pet, tell me why you’re here.”

“Because I’m hypnotized and powerless to resist your hypnotic suggestions and commands.”

His cock, already hard from the moment he approached the house, jumped to life in a climax of shame and weakness that made him shudder and break apart in her arms.

“Such a messy weak mind, such a messy weak cock. Listen and obey Steve, follow me now, follow me and fall deeper under the thrall of my hypnotic spell, and surrender to my entrancing curse…”

He knew he was powerless to stop himself because… because he knew he was under her hypnotic control… and he was here, obeying her commands… but 4 days ago he didn’t even believe hypnotism was really all that real, and now he was helpless to stop a compulsion this woman had put into his head while she had been dressed up like a witch.

“I knew you would succumb. I knew you couldn’t stop yourself. You were so certain for so long. So certain that you couldn’t be hypnotized, that hypnosis wasn’t real, but poor Steve, just rest your head on my breasts, surrender to the curse of the witch’s tits, and listen. You’re just a horny man, and I am a master hypnotist. You wouldn’t tell a surgeon that they couldn’t operate on you, this is no difference. I’m a professional, and you… you’re like all of my other subjects. I’ve always known how to crack you like an egg and press your buttons, because no one can resist me, not when I decide I want them. The whole neighborhood is under my spell in some fashion, they all work for me in their own way, and so will you, just like your pretty little Jodi, even though she doesn’t realize how deep inside her mind I already am.”

“Here, you poor, weak thing, sit in my recliner, it’s where all my subjects surrender to me. Sit back and let Deborah and her hypnotic tits put you back under. It’s what you need after all, it’s the only thing you care about deep down inside. It’s the only thing that will make you feel normal, and whole.”

Steve’s body tingled, he felt feverish and helpless, and completely out of control. Deborah took off her top, unhooked her bra, and without a word stood in front of him and started playing with her tits while he melted into her recliner.

His eyes followed back and forth from nipple to nipple as she rolled them in her hands, and a wave of relief washed over him.

His cock was alive, but all the tension had instantly been released, and all of the mental friction had stopped as his mind became still and quiet, placid as he watched her breasts completely enthrall him

“That’s it, so much better, perfectly calm and trusting now, perfectly relaxed and calm, and so trusting now. Calm and trusting, calm and trusting, and nothing else now. Good boy Steve, good boy slave. Doesn’t it feel good to be my cursed slave?”

He didn’t answer.

The initial wave flowed over him, and then little sparks of conscious thought jumped to life, albeit in a muffled, repressed way. His thoughts did not burn bright or strong,, but they present, and he was trying to fight.

But Steve was fighting against himself.

All he wanted to do was buckle under the weight of those heavy creamy breasts. They were too heavy for him, too massive to resist. He felt so small, and his mind was bending under their weight, thinking of all the times he’d cum thinking about them, and her, but part of him wouldn’t surrender.

Part of Steve wouldn’t let him speak.

“You trust me completely when you are in this state, you cannot resist the power of my breasts, there’s nothing more hypnotic than a witch’s tits, look at them, and remember that you are hypnotized by me always, at every moment you are in trance, and you cannot help but sink deeper, because my breasts are a hundred times more hypnotic than anything else. Look at them, and tell me you want to be my slave, tell me you wan to be my eternal slave.”

“I… I… nuh… nuh…” she put a nipple in his mouth to shut him up, and started to stroke the back of his head.

“You want what I want, you want to suck and worship them, you want to surrender to them and cum inside me. You want to put yourself deep inside me, the way you put me inside of Jodi over and over. You turned her into my tool to enslave you, you fucked my will and my control over you into her. But she was just a shadow, just a pale shadow of me who could never satisfy what I have awakened in you, and now, you’re going to have the real thing.”

She pulled her breast from his mouth, “Stand up and strip for me now slave.”

He jerked, and fussed as his body worked against itself, but every time he failed to stop himself, the next article of clothing came off faster.

Deborah stripped naked, but went to her office closet took out her witch’s hat, and put it on.

“It’s time to bind you with the curse, now and forever.”

She waved her hand back and forth in front of his eyes, and started to sway gently herself. Slowly she moved her hand closer to his, and then pulled back, all while playing with her tits with her free hand.

Steve felt himself wavering back and forth with her hand now, like a snake that was charmed. As he started to sway, his eyes kept followed her gently fluttering hand, but also couldn’t escape the pull of her breasts,

A memory came to life in one of those dimming sparks of thought, it was like the pocket watch swinging, and just like the watch, he wished he could ignore it and sink his focus into the softness of her breasts, but he couldn’t look away.

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Deborah started pushing and pulling with her hand more, and as he started to rock to and fro with her, she began a  downward brush of her fingers, pulling, then pushing and waving down.

Steve had tried to stand still, but couldn’t, and now he tried to stand upright, but his knees wouldn’t cooperate.

Every wave was making his body heavier, and the more he felt the pull down to the ground, the more overwhelming he realized the gravity was, and while he tried to stop himself, including trying to move towards her desk to put his hand on it to stop his decent, it didn’t matter.

He couldn’t move.

He couldn’t look away from her hand, or her breasts.

All he could do was fall under the weight of her will.

Steven dropped to his knees, all without a word from Deborah, and once he was there, she pushed him flat on his back with her foot.

“You are my broken man, and I will make you my whole slave by draining your cum, and completing the curse when I take your soul.”

Steve had regressed into the helpless state she had put him in on Halloween. It all came back, and he crumbled under the way she had dismantled him, then convinced him he wanted her to keep pushing deeper into his unguarded mind.

 But when her tight, warm, wet slit swallowed him up, and her watched her tits bounce with a new hypnotic rhythm as she fucked him, the psychosexual panic of the last four days turned into a golden light of warmth, peace, and pleasure.

He was moaning, chanting along with her in a call and response of submissive prayer, and ritual submission.

Her tits swung in front of this eyes, his back started to arch, and the words “I am your slave” spilled out of his with his cum.

I am a slave.

Steve is a slave.

I am a slave.

Steve is a slave.

Magic isn’t real.

I am under your spell.

Magic isn’t real.

I am a slave the to the curse of the witches tits.

There is no such thing as magic.

I am bewitched and enchanted.

And then it was over. The mist cleared from his mind, and the veil lifted from his eyes…

 And he was fully clothed, sitting in Deborah’s recliner, slowly opening his eyes, and realizing how thirsty he was.

“How do you feel Steve?”

He reached for the water by the table, “Slave feels obedient and programmed, slave is ready to serve.”

Deborah was still naked with her witch’s hat on, but she was holding a golden pocket watch on front of her breasts, and her skin was flush with heat and sex.

Musk filled the air, and Steve simply stared at her, like all of this was perfectly normal.

“I want you to look at me Steve, look at the pocket watch, watch it swing back and forth in front of my breasts, you are bewitched and enchanted by my hypnosis, magically hypnotized into being under my spell. As the watch swing back and forth in front of my irresistible, hypnotizing breasts, you will travel back in time, back and forth and back in time, moving backward, backward by seconds and minuets, sinking into my breasts as time twists and spins backwards and backwards.”

Slave did what it was told.

“Good, you have come to see me, because you are interested in hypnosis and hypnotherapy. You have been having trouble sleeping, and after Halloween, you know that I can and will hypnotize you to help you sleep. I am going to count to three and clap my hands, and when I do, you will remember everything as I have described it to you. You understand this don’t you Steve?”

“Slave understands.”

Steve blinked.

“And it’s just that easy to sink back into trance, but… Steve, I’m sorry, are you staring at my breasts?”

Steve blushed and tried to look away but he couldn’t. 

Why was Deborah naked, and holding a picket watch.

“I don’t think it’s very polite of you to stare at them do you? I’m friends with Jodi, you wouldn’t want me to tell her how you… just… can’t… stop… sinking… down… into… my… breasts… now…”

It was a relief to feel the lights go out and sink into total hypnotic amnesia.

It was so much easier to fall than to stand.

He melted, and for the next three hours, Deborah took him under and brought him back, occasionally fucking him, occasionally making him please her, and always overlaying his memories, and forcing him to accept different contradictions over and over and she fundamentally broke him.

He would echo and believe whatever she said, just like he believed magic wasn’t real and was only hypnotized, but was also under the power of her magical breasts and their witch’s curse.

Just like he believed his name was Steve, but also that he had no name and was only slave.

That had been easier to implant in him than she had thought, but it had told Deborah that she had truly destroyed him on Halloween night.

Steve’s connections would help her once the DEB app was out of its trial run, just like the useless slave that had lived in Steve’s house before him had helped her by selling it to Steve, then giving her all of the money.

In time Deborah would know exactly what to do with Steve, but for now, she was going to make sure he was so brain and body fucked that he could never be deprogrammed.

Jodi would be different.

Everything had been, above board with her for lack of a better term, but it would serve Deborah well. Men could be so easily seduced and destroyed. Men could be so easily manipulated, at least the right ones for her needs could be, but it took time with women, women who she could not or did not want to simply seduce.

Jodi would be an asset, and soon, but it would take more time.

Deborah was deep in her head, and had been conditioning her, but without the inherent weaknesses of the male character, the lust driven stupidity and their lesser emotional intelligence, Deborah would have to painstakingly weave her trust into submission.

It would be… fun to dismantle her, knowing that Jodi would go home every night to sleep next to one of Deborah’s most thoroughly brainwashed slaved.