Page 114 of Masked Sins
“Yes, Master.”
I crack my knuckles again and begin speaking.
“Start by taking a long, slow, deep breath.”
She does, her chest rising and falling slowly.
“Another one.”
I can see the tension leaving her body.
“You feel so good. It feels so good when you breathe in, pushing the stress out with each exhale. You’re sinking deeper and deeper. Follow my voice and let go of everything. It feels so good to let go of everything. Let my voice sink into the deepest, darkest places of your mind. Your air is my air. I own every single sensation within your body. You like playing with me, don’t you? Take another deep breath. Surrender to me completely, Layla.”
I repeat the same sorts of lines over and over, watching her body sink into the couch, watching the crease between her eyebrows relax completely.
Her hands unfurl, slacking at her side, and her legs go from tightly crossed to loosened, opening slightly.
“Imagine that with every inhale, you’re drawing pleasure in, and with each exhale, you’re letting go of everything around you. Each wave of pleasure feels better than the last. Focus on my voice, Layla. Don’t think about anything else. Your body feels warm. You have no desire to move. You’re doing so good. Keep listening to my voice. Feel the heat puddling around your hips, down your legs, and now your entire body fills with pleasure. You want to let me into your mind, infusing you with my control. You have one purpose—to serve me, and to serve my needs. Such a good fucking girl.”
Her breathing hitches, and my cock thickens inside my pants as she rolls her hips once. What I wouldn’t give to sink into her tight heat right now.
“You’re such a good little slut. I can see you starting to writhe on the couch. Doesn’t it feel so good to be used by me? To please me? You want to be a good girl. More importantly, you need to be a good girl for your Master.”
I stand and walk around to the foot of the couch.
“You’re going to obey and let me sink into your subconscious. You’re warm now, and your cunt is starting to seep, isn’t it? You’re so good at serving me. You feel your body sinking into the couch. You’re happy here. Your pleasure is completely under my control. And when I’m in control of you, you are free to relax, but you will not come unless I tell you to. You like it when I talk to you like my dirty little cumslut, don’t you?”
She whimpers, and I ignore the way my cock pulses, the blood rushing to my erection. It’s hard to think—hard to do anything other than watch my stepsister start to pant.
“I want you to put your hand between your thighs. Can you feel your pulse there?”
Her hand moves between her legs.
“Imagine how good it would feel if I let you pleasure yourself. Gliding your fingers across every sensitive nerve ending. If I toldyou to do it, you would. Not yet, Little Dancer. You’re here for me. Keep your fingers against your throbbing clit. Do not move them. Wait for my command. I want you to think of how the rest of your body feels. How your nipples tighten. How your legs ache because you’re trying to hold them together like a good girl. How your cunt aches with arousal. How you can feel it between your thighs. Even without moving your hand, I can see how responsive you are to me. Do not move.”
She gasps, and her hand between her legs twitches as she arches her back, but she doesn’t move her hand.
“Good girl.”
She lets out a low moan, and I chuckle as I look down at my stepsister losing her mind on the couch right in front of me.
I learned about erotic hypnosis a few months ago. The concept of putting someone in a trance, making them come on command, or extending an orgasm all appealed to me as a sadistic Dominant. It’s like magic—being able to control their nervous system and watch as they lose control completely.
In a way, it feels like brainwashing, and I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do. But I do. I enjoy it very much. Exploring someone’s limits—exploringmylimits—is fascinating.
Even with enthusiastic consent, women still put their trust in me completely. Little do they know, with hypnosis, I can hack and modify their desires. I can interpret something they say as entirely different. I won’t cross the boundaries of a hard limit, but everything else is on the table during a session.
I enjoy the control.
Overriding someone’s will, watching as they resist, watching their face as I push past it—in a consensual way, of course. It’s a lot of fucking fun watching them mentally wrestle with my commands.
I walk to the head of the couch.
“Focus on the heavy sensation of your hand on your clit. You can push down now, but no other touching. You can feel the arousal building, can’t you? Getting wet for your Master.”
She twitches at that.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Or maybe you’d prefer to drop to your knees and serve me like the perfect little fucktoy that you are? You love worshipping me as you take me into your mouth. Sucking every last drop. My greedy girl,” I purr.
