Gotta Wonder, Submission and Hypnosis

I had never been hypnotized before that day. To be honest, I thought it was a silly sham and it was all clever trickery and audience plants, not any real science or process.

But then, my girlfriend, she wanted me to try it. Said “You really should. It's a ton of fun, you get to let loose, relax, and let someone else do the thinking for you.”

That sounded nice, actually. My life is pretty hectic and such, so much to do and focus on, letting someone else have the drivers seat for a while would be like a free vacation. So I agreed, and asked what she wanted to hypnotize me with.

“That's a secret.” She winked. That made me a little worried, but I trusted her. She loved me.
In less than an hour I was laying on our bed with my laptop laying on the bedside table, playing an mp3 file from somewhere that I wasn't aware of. Some website my girlfriend frequented.

“Just relax, and breathe deeply.”

It told me, and I obeyed. I let myself melt into our mattress and let everything go away. Just let that voice guide me down into blissful darkness. I felt myself going limp, felt like I was falling asleep, but it was much nicer than sleep, blissful, warm, and quiet. Nothing mattered except that voice, the one I couldn't really hear anymore, but in my mind I understood what it told me. It didn't matter if I remembered or not...

And then the voice was telling me to wake up, feel refreshed, feel warm and ready for whatever life brought.

It was wonderful. I stood up and my girlfriend smiled as I fixed my hair and adjusted my bra, disheveled after laying on the bed. Nothing really seemed different.

“What did that do..?” I asked, confused.

“Do you reeeally want to know..?” She grinned evilly. I nodded.

She pulled me close, our bodies pressed together with almost no separation.

“Then its 'Time to Behave.'” she whispered in my ear. Suddenly, I felt possessed. I felt odd, a warm sensation of pleasure surging to my crotch. A wet spot formed on my panties. I wanted to serve, suddenly. I wanted to serve my mistress, and it was a desperate compulsion. I felt in that instant that I would do ANYTHING I was commanded to, anything at all. It was all I felt and all I wanted.

“Y-yes mistress..” I stuttered. She giggled.

“Oooh... this is gonna be fun..”

She dragged me to the closet and stripped me, exposing my throbbing wetness. In seconds she had me don a deliciously slutty outfit, somewhat akin to a French maid, but much more... revealing. Despite the fact that I am a very shy woman, I felt amazing in it.. my vagina exposed to the open air, throbbing and wet.. my breasts exposed, nipples sharply erect.

And then she pushed things into me, deep into my vagina, and my ass, and secured them in carefully. She carried the remotes for the toys. I understood.

We had a very large house, and it was my job to clean it from top to bottom as she watched and played with me.

For hours, I vacuumed, scrubbed, swept, and cleaned. She followed me the whole time, watching. Randomly making the toys pulse or throb inside me. Calling me all manner of names from 'whore' to 'slave' and everything in between. I loved it, some dark, nasty primal version of myself was emerging and rearing its slutty head.

My wetness was soon all over me, and all I could smell was my own delicious warmth, musty and beautiful. My the end of those luscious hours, my mind was nearly gone, and my mistress was ready for a little darker play.

“Ooo.. Such a naughty whore.. you slut..” She purred, “Bend over the bed.. it's time for a little punishment..”

I bent over, staring down at the soft comforter. Without taking out the toys, she brought her hand across my ass as hard as she could. I flinched and whimpered, feeling myself work up into a frenzy of sexual need and desire.

Before I knew what was going on, I was tied down, utterly exposed, and panting and moaning.
She had a lot of toys I had never seen before. Big, wide, long. She forced things deep into me, making me make obscene sounds.

“Beg for me..” she whispered in my ear, “Beg for me to rape you..”

“P-please.. Please mistress.. rape me.. destroy my dirty pussy...”

She grinned that evil dominant grin, the one that showed me I was her property. I was less than a person, nothing but her plaything. And she did as I begged, she fucked me senseless with a strap-on, big, sharply curved, covered in bumps and ridges. She pounded it deep into my vagina, then my ass, mercilessly.

My body arched with every thrust, straining at my bonds, whimpering for release, but I knew deep in my mind, I needed permission.

“Mistress... mistress please.. can.. can I c-cum..?”

“mmm... Was waiting for you to ask..” She giggled, “No.. me first slut...”

She pulled the strap-on off and poised herself over my face, her own wetness glistening and dripping hotly onto my face. I smelled her, saw her small shock of hair above her clit. With deep, primal hunger I licked hard and fast, treasuring every small taste, every lick. The warmth enveloped me, and her moans caressed me. I was lost in the soft folds of her delectable vag when suddenly, she came explosively, covering my face and part of my chest with thick, beautiful liquid. She turned to me and kissed me deeply.

“You c-can cum..” she whispered, flicking my clit softly back and forth. In seconds I burst, hot liquid gushing forth, covering her hand and the sheets.

As she untied me, she ordered me to clean up the mess.

Not wanting to waste it, I licked as much as possible off the comforter and took them to the wash.
She pressed me to the wall.

“You can be a little rebellious now..”

I was free, suddenly. The embarrassment came flooding to me, the horror at what a whore I had acted like.

“Y-you.. you..”

“Oh shut up..” She pressed my hand to my then pantie covered crotch. It was soaked. The embarrassment had.. oh god, it had turned me on all over again. “You fucking loved it.”

I did. I did love it.. I gotta wonder how I'd be if she'd never shown me I was a whore, cause.. I've never been happier.