Mind Field, by RC

"Uh.. hi... I'm... uh..." His face flushed as he wondered if he somehow had the wrong address.

But the girl at the door spoke. "Yes. Mistress is expecting you. This way please."

It was done on purpose, of course. She enjoyed throwing them off balance right away, and giving them a vivid demonstration of the power she wielded. The girl at the door wore nothing but a collar, and those who could detect such things would recognize the fact that she was, in fact, in an altered state of consciousness.

He followed, eyes darting between the girl's slowly undulating ass, the collar around her neck, and his surroundings. Was he ready for this? The doubts he had managed to suppress came back even more intensely now.

The girl paused before a closed door. "Mistress is ready for you," she said softly. She then knocked twice on the door and slowly walked away, hips swaying. As his eyes followed her, he wondered again if he was ready for Mistress.

A voice came from within the closed room, a voice he had heard so many times before in so many audio files. "Enter." He closed his eyes and shuddered with anticipation and nervousness. Swallowing hard, he opened the door and stepped into the room where she waited.

He had no idea what to expect, but was nonetheless amazed by what he saw. She sat at a large desk, wearing a perfectly tailored suit, dark pants and coat and a white top. Her hair was long, full, dark. Her eyes were deep and dark as well. Perfect red lips, long red nails... She laid down the folder she had been holding and spoke.

"Do you have any idea how lucky you are? Do you have any idea how many men listen to my files and want to throw themselves at my feet? How many men think they would do anything demanded of them? Anything at all?"

She shook head. "I am not your Mistress. If and when I decide you are worthy of belonging to me, then you may call me Mistress. Until then you will simply speak when spoken to."

She paused, and he actually felt his cock respond when she smiled at him. "So you've really listened to all my sessions, have you? All of them? And you feel they have all affected you?"

"Yes." He nodded, remembering all the times he had put the headphones on and surrendered to her voice.... and remembering the things that voice had commanded him to do.

"But the audio files weren't enough, were they? You want more. So you begged permission to see me in real life. Why?"

"Because... it's... it's like a dream come true to meet you... to, um, to see you. Just to be here with you..."

"So now that you've seen me, and have been here with me, you're ready to leave?"

His eyes widened and the color drained from his face. "NO! I mean, no, um... no, please, I didn't mean..."

He did. The blank expression, the collar, the supple body that moved according to the commands of another... He swallowed hard again, and felt his cock stirring.

"What if someone comes to the door tomorrow and you answered the door, just like she did?"

His mind began to spin, his cock began to throb. He pictured the girl again, and then tried to imagine himself greeting a stranger, naked but for a collar. The look on her face... the leather around her neck... the vacant expression...

It took a few seconds to penetrate his jumbled thoughts. Then, as impossible as it seemed, his eyes opened wider.

"Undress. Strip. Get naked. Expose yourself. Now. If you can't even follow a simple command like that, there's no point in wasting any more of my time. Now, strip."

All his doubts were back, and some new ones as well. What the hell had he gotten himself into? He stared at her, nervous, a little scared, and oh, so hard.

She rose and came around to the front of the desk. He noticed the chain around her neck, disappearing between her breasts, and despite his nervousness imagined himself being hypnotized by the crystal he knew had to be hidden there.

Trembling, he licked his lips. He was here. He was here to experience her power first-hand. He was lucky to be here. So many others wanted to be where he was now. This was his chance. But he wasn't sure any more.

She spoke again, her voice very different. It was the voice on the files. The one that he found so easy to surrender to.

"Maybe... you need encouragement..." she whispered, as she slowly unbuttoned one button of her shirt. He stared, his cock rigid. "No more now, not until you're naked."

"Oh SHIT..." he stammered as he began peeling his clothing off. Not thirty seconds later he was nude, his swollen cock waving in her direction, his clothes in a random heap on the floor. There he stood, bright red, rock hard, and almost hyperventilating.

She nodded. Without a word, she came closer to him. He straightened automatically, trying to hold the slight paunch in. He watched as she put one finger in her mouth, moistened it, withdrew it - and massaged his right nipple with it. He gasped, and it was all he could do to keep from grabbing his cock and playing with himself.

She disappeared behind him, and that voice came to him. "If you've listened to every file as many times as you say you have, than you must be receptive to every trigger on them."

Triggers. Oh God. Words to make him sleep, words to make him cum, words to make him helpless, words to make him obey. "Yes." His voice was not steady in the least.

"So I could say..." his body tensed, anticipating the next word, expecting to be sent plunging down into hypnotic emptiness. "...any... of my triggers... and they would affect you... instantly... irresistibly... right?"

"So simply... talking to me... is like... being in a hypnotic mine field... where you never know... if the next thing I say... or do..." At this she dragged her nails down his back, drawing a long moan. "...might just... take you down. Or make you cum. You've stepped into my mind field, boy. You will never know it when it finally happens."

She walked back to her desk, leaving him quivering, panting, hard, and desperate. He was also still extremely nervous, but that didn't seem to matter much any more.

She sat down again, and gestured for him to stand closer to her, where she could see him. His cock swung to and fro as he walked, and he noticed her eyes following it.

"That appears to be a healthy specimen," she noted, nodding toward his member. He nodded.

"You do realize that it belongs to me for the moment, and if I allow you to call me Mistress, it will belong to me forever." He had heard similar things on the recordings, and nodded automatically. He wasn't quite sure be believed it, but it made sense to agree with her at this point.

She leaned back and undid one more button. "If the doorbell rang right now, and I told you to go answer it - would you?"

His thoughts went wild again, imagining himself exposed to a total stranger. He opened his mouth with no clear idea of what he was going to say, but she cut him off.

"Before you leave here, you would. That's what you want, isn't it? To experience submission? To obey? So if I told you to answer the door naked, you should WANT TO obey. Believe me, by the time you leave here, you will want to do things you never thought of. And if you've really been affected by my sessions... if you are truly... conditioned... to the sound of my voice... then there really is no way for you to resist me. Even now... you hear my voice... and you want to obey me. Don't you? There really is no way to resist me, is there?"

He dared not reply. His eyes were fixed on her cleavage, staring nervously, aroused, red-faced and hard. One more button would expose the crystal... He hadn't expected this. When would she hypnotize him?

"You're waiting to hit a mine, aren't you? You're waiting for me to drop you into trance so you don't have to worry about things any more. Trance will become your excuse. Oh, I couldn't help it, I was hypnotized, you'll say later. Well, you've listened to all my sessions. I can name at least four off the top of my head that give you suggestions to masturbate, and at least two that won't let you touch yourself. So in effect I've already used your body as well as your mind, and you have responded to suggestions that involve a certain... loss of pride, as well as control."

"Why don't men talk about how they play with themselves? I want to know. Tell me how you played with yourself when I told you to during those sessions. And what did you feel like as you stood there, obeying a post-hypnotic suggestion to play with yourself until you came?"

The color of his cheeks would have made any fire department in the world envious. What the hell am I doing here, he thought wildly? Standing naked in front of a woman who wants to know how I jerk off, and what I think when I do it?

She leaned back and stretched, her not-quite-exposed breasts thrust toward him. He swallowed four times before he could speak again.

"Uh.. I ... uh... put my hand around it... and I... uh..." He fell silent as she shook her head.

After a few more swallows, he indeed put his hand around his cock. "Ahhhh....... like this... Oh God... um... and then I just... um... slide it up and down... Like... um... like th... ahhh... thisss...."

His hand began to stroke his cock, up and down the length of the shaft, back and forth, up and down. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes.

Eyes snapping open, he stammered, "Ahh, sor... sorry... Um... I just stroke... stroke it.. up and down... until... ah... until I c... um.. cum."

"Ah... when I'm... after your sessions... I think... about... um... your... your... voice... telling me... to... um... do this..."

"And what else does my voice tell you?" She was staring at him now, deep into his wide eyes.

"That I can't... that I can't stop... until I... cum for you... or.. until... you tell me to... stop...."

She smiled. "Very good. Very good indeed. Do you enjoy playing with yourself for me?"

"You're deeper in my mind field now. Your fantasy, your desire, your need to submit to me has already made you obedient to me. I told you to play with yourself for me, and you did. Just like during one of my sessions. But this time," she said, her voice low and husky, "this time I'm right here watching you. This time I'm watching that cock get hard, and this time I'm watching you try and hide your ego, trying to protect it. It is so damn obvious that you wish you were under right now. It's really getting to you that I can make you play with yourself even when you're not under. That's what you want most in the world right now, isn't it? You want me to hypnotize you so you don't have to think about what's happening any more. You want to step on a mine and drop into trance and not have to think about anything. Well, guess what? No triggers today. I'm going to take you down so slowly that you will be aware of every single thing you do until the very... last... instant. And when that instant comes, you won't know. All of a sudden your mind will belong to me. All of a sudden your thoughts will stop. All of a sudden your ego will just.... go... away... and you will submit to me. And when that happens, when I allow your mind to drift into the bliss of pure submission... You will not know it."

"I am going to hypnotize you. And I am going to take a very long time to do it. By the time I let you slip under, it really won't matter any more. Your mind will be unable to resist any longer, and falling into trance will simply be one more command you obey. That's what you want, after all. You want to obey. That's why you're here. Isn't it?"

One more button was undone somehow. He stared, wanting and wishing to see the glint of crystal, the shimmering jewelry that would ensnare his mind and allow him to be free. There was only more chain.

Her words echoed in his mind, but the power of her voice left him too dazed to really comprehend. Something inside tried to tell him to leave, to just go home. But standing there, naked and erect, with her right there in front of him, and her voice washing over him, was too overwhelming. Listening to her audio files had certainly conditioned him to her voice, if nothing else. He did not move, and for a long moment he did not reply. At last his foggy mind figured out what she wanted him to say.

Snapping out of his daze, he sank to his knees moaning, his cock still clutched in his hand.

The fingers of her left hand disappeared into her opened shirt. The fingers of her right hand began massaging the triangle between her legs. He watched, incredulous, aroused, and motionless as a dark spot appeared on her pants. Her eyes were open, watching him, as he watched her. Now and then she would moan, soft, sharp cries of pleasure.

Startled, he looked down to see his discolored member. He slowly looked back at her, his surprise obvious. "I don't... know..." Damn, it was hard to talk.

She smiled, gasped, her body twitching. Her eyes closed tightly, she tensed for a moment, then relaxed with a sigh. "Yes you do," she said. She leaned forward and reached for him. He gasped, knowing she was going to take hold of his cock - but she did not. Her hand stopped inches away from it, close enough for him to feel the warmth.

"It already belongs to me," she whispered. "And later on, after your thoughts have been erased and your mind programmed, you will belong to me as well. That's what you wanted, isn't it? That's why you listened to my sessions, that's why you obey me. You want this. You need this."

It was too much. He wanted her to touch him, wanted her to make him cum. Then, as his eyes met hers, he realized that, more than anything in the world, he wanted to fall into those eyes, and under her spell. And so he stared deep, hoping to be drawn in. Everything would be so much easier once he was hypnotized.

With an audible groan of dismay he complied. That groan turned to a loud moan as she placed the palm of her hand on the top of his head. This is it, he thought, she's going to take me down after all.

He heard her moving, felt her right in front of him. Suddenly his face was between her legs, the damp spot on her pants pressed against his nose and mouth.

He did. Deeply. As if the scent alone would captivate him. In fact he began hyperventilating again. Dizzily he leaned against her, waiting for his head to stop spinning, knowing somehow it would not until she wanted it to stop.

"That's what good boys get," she whispered. "Do you think you'll be a good boy?"

He inhaled again, the scent making him weak. "Yes," he whimpered, without seriously considering the question.

"You've only experienced my voice until today," she whispered. "Now you're experiencing it all... all of my power... it affects all of your senses... and the more you experience these things... the harder it becomes to resist them. Soon my voice alone will control you. My scent will control you. My touch will control you. Seeing me will control you. Tasting me will control you." He moaned and shuddered at that. "Everything I do to you affects one or more of your senses. You can't stop it. You don't even want to stop it. And so, gradually, without you realizing it, your senses will become conditioned, programmed, so that not only will I affect your senses - I will control them. That's what you want. That's why you listened to my sessions. That's why you are here."

Lost. There was no other word for it. Her voice in his head, her scent filling him, the warmth and dampness of leaning directly against the moist crotch of her pants. He heard her words, and his subconscious mind processed them, but he would never really know what she had said.

She went to the door, opened it, and called out something he did not catch. Shortly, she came back in - and the girl he had met at the door was following her.

"This is one of my special girls. She is here tonight as a reward for pleasing me recently. As you may have realized, she is actually in a deep trance right now, called a waking trance, actually. She can hear and see everything that happens around her - but she only reacts when she is directed to do so."

He looked at the girl again, and this time the blank expression had an even greater impression on him. He was excited beyond belief, while at the same time, unable and a little unwilling to believe that he, too, could lose control of himself to such a degree. His ego simply refused to allow him to believe it.

"She is very talented, and very willing. Under my influence she is very eager to please those I think worthy of pleasing. Brianna, you may suck his cock. Please him. It will please me to have you please him."

Without any hesitation she knelt at his feet and took his throbbing member into her mouth. She was very, very good, and she was very, very enthusiastic, entranced or not. In his condition, he knew he wouldn't last long, and sure enough, within minutes he was shaking, his toes curling.

Just like that, it was over. He stood there, shaking, moaning, trying with all his might to stop himself from grabbing his cock and giving it those last few pumps.

Still panting, he felt gentle fingers against his temples. Opening his eyes, he found Brianna standing in front of him, staring deep into his eyes, massaging him soothingly, gently, seductively.

He felt it. He felt himself starting to drift. The slide from extreme arousal to deep relaxation was so quick, and so complete, that he wasn't sure it was real. But the way her eyes began to seem hazy, and the way her voice stayed with him, made it clear that it was truly happening.

Brianna fell silent, her hands falling to her sides. She blinked, flushed, and shuddered. Leaning forward slightly, she closed her eyes and whimpered softly.

A moment later, a satisfied, and still entranced, Brianna was told to leave the room.

"That was what true hypnotic submission is. That was what she wanted when she came here, and that was what she experienced. That is what you want as well. And that is what you shall experience. You too will submit to me so totally that if I told you to kneel between a woman's legs, you would. You will learn that here, it is not about you. It's about me. It's about what I want. And what I want is a good submissive boy to play with."

He knew there was no turning back now. There was no way in the world his ego would let him stand up, say, "I don't want this," and walk away. He thought of Brianna's blank look, then the way she shuddered when she came at a simple command... He thought about lying in bed, listening to the sessions and wanting more, not understanding what that might entail. He still wasn't sure, and yet the allure of he voice, the promise of hypnotic bliss, was too compelling. He wanted to feel that, and so he could not back down in front of this woman. His ego had him no matter which way he turned.

Her eyes widened for a few seconds. Then she came closer, close enough for the tip of his cock to brush against her.

There was silence for maybe ten seconds. "Are you saying you want to be my boy?"

The doubts were still there, and still vocal in his mind. But things were beyond his ability to control. In some way, he knew it wasn't his conscious, thinking mind, that was telling him to do this. It was the animal within, the beast that wants to be wild and yet also be tamed by a strong hand. Extremely aroused, and utterly terrified, he spoke.

"You realize that Brianna is at my beck and call, any time, any place? She truly wants to submit, and thus my control over her is more or less total. She has never yet refused a command - ANY command. And I have told her to do things she would never have dreamed of. Are you telling me you are willing to surrender control of your mind and body to me?"

"Yes." It was a whisper. He could not bring himself to say it out loud. It was done, he thought, his mind whirling. His next thought was, my God what have I really done?

Slowly, his hands rose to his chest. Slowly, his fingers closed around his nipples, caressing them, kneading them, squeezing them.

He did. Nervously, he pinched each nipple in turn, grimacing at the unusual sensation.

"Well.. maybe I'll allow you a little lubrication, since this is your first time."

Without another word, she knelt down, leaned over, and began sucking and licking his nipples. Stunned, he watched her head moving back and forth as she tongue-teased each one, drawing it out, making it hard. His cock was raging again, and when she pulled away, all he could do was stare at his erect, glistening nipples.

"There. Now play with them. Pinch them. Squeeze them. Roll them between your fingers.

He did. And to his surprise found himself becoming aroused with each twinge of discomfort, aroused with each bat of his finger against his flesh. Watching himself play with his nipples, watching them reacting to his touch, he found himself enjoying it.

"Good boy," she whispered after a while. He glanced up at her, still not aware that his focus had been on his own nipples.

He paused his self-pleasuring for a second as his thoughts were suddenly shifted. As he spoke, he unconsciously resumed squeezing his nipples.

"Uh... focus.. on the hypnotist... and... suggestible... suggest... uh... suggestibility."

"If I had Brianna come back in here, and I told you to lick her, what would you do? It would please me to watch you please her."

Again an image of the enthralled girl flashed through his mind. What did she taste like? His mouth began watering as he again pictured her dazed expression. Would she even know what he was doing? Probably not... So if she didn't know who he was... if she didn't realize he was the one doing it... why not?

The girl entered a moment later. She was directed to sit in the desk chair and spread her legs, which she did with no visible reaction.

On his knees, he shuffled to the chair. She waited there, eyes open and staring at nothing, legs wide, shaven pussy beckoning to him.

Here goes, he thought, as he nestled his face between her thighs. Thus enwrapped, he did not see the silent signal that awakened Brianna, did not see her blink, then look between her legs, then look in surprise at the woman who stood behind him.

As time went on, both women realized that he, too, was talented in the ways of oral sex. Brianna was more impressed at first simply because she was on the receiving end. As her reactions became more vocal, and more physical, she found herself staring at the woman's suddenly-exposed breast. More precisely, she found herself staring at a finger, which was tracing a circle around an erect nipple... around... and around... and around...

Without knowing why, Brianna found herself slipping into a trance. The tongue inside her, the hard nipple beckoning to her, urging her to let go, to surrender... surrender...

Seeing that Brianna was going to cum, the woman paused her circling finger for a moment. Brianna realized this, blinked, tensed - and came.

Kneeling between her thighs, he followed her motions, allowing her to ride it for several moments. Then, panting, Brianna found a hand passing down before her face. Her eyes followed it automatically, closing, and she dropped into trance, her body going limp, her head falling back.

With one last flicker of his tongue, he backed away from the entranced woman in the chair.

Grinning, she buttoned her shirt back up before telling him to stand up and turn around.

She reached out and brushed one finger over his damp face, then slid that finger into her mouth. "She is delicious, isn't she?"

She noticed his eyes darting to her cleavage, and knew it wasn't just her breasts he wanted. Grinning wickedly, she grasped the chain and slowly pulled upward. "How about.. if you were hypnotized... and she wasn't... if you were so totally under my influence that you'd lick her for me no matter what. What if I swung this crystal back and forth..."

He could see it now. He licked his lips and stared, wanting the crystal to capture him so he didn't have to think any more. His eyes followed the crystal.

"...back and forth... and put you into a trance so deep that your every thought and action was controlled by me?"

He stared, unwilling to speak, hoping to be entranced before his silence upset her. She laughed and slipped the crystal back down into her cleavage.

Blinking in shock and dismay, he could not help but gasp as the crystal vanished from sight. She grinned again and opened a desk drawer.

"Or... how about a watch? I know that, if you watch the watch, it will simply be a matter of... time... before you fall into a trance."

He stared at the watch, desperate to allow its motion and her voice to overwhelm him. She let it swing, back and forth, back and forth, for a moment, stopping when she saw he was truly being affected. Then the watch disappeared back into the drawer. He remained motionless for a few seconds then moaned loudly.

"Or maybe this? Falling helplessly into a hypnotic spiral, feeling your will, your control, being drawn from you, down into the center of the spiral?" The bottom drawer held a battery powered spiral about a foot in diameter. She removed it while speaking, pointed it at him, and turned it on. Instantly, his gaze snapped to the center of the spiral, and remained there.

"Do you feel it?" she asked softly. "Do you feel your control being pulled into the spiral?"

"Yes," he replied dreamily. This was it, some small voice told him. This was where he would go under. Everything would be all right now. He sighed as the spiral seemed to grow larger, filling his vision, filling his mind, making him dizzy, making him sleepy. "Yes," he whispered again.

"And there it will stay," she said, turning the spiral off. He kept staring at it, still imagining it moving, whirling, pulling him in. The small voice told him his control was already deep within the spiral... so why was he not following it? After a moment, he blinked and looked at her.

"So many toys, so many ways to separate you from your control," she said, putting the spiral away and closing the drawer. "And all those things, all those sparkly trinkets, what they have in common is... I don't need any of them." She stepped over and stood before him, taking his head in her hands and staring directly into his eyes.

"When I finally allow you to surrender," she whispered, her face mere inches from his, "when I finally allow your mind to let go... when I finally claim what is already mine... it won't be a trinket you surrender to. It won't be a spiral that controls your mind."

She leaned even closer, staring into his wide eyes, her hands wrapped in his hair. "It will be me," she finished, her breath warm on his lips.

For a moment she let him drift, knowing he was falling into her eyes, knowing he was in over his head. Then she released him, both physically and mentally, stepping back and turning away. It was a full five seconds before she heard the gasp of his return to the present.

"Take your cock in your hand," she said without turning. After a few seconds she turned to find he had, of course, obeyed. Reaching out, she began massaging his nipples softly, gently.

"Ah..." Stunned at her sudden attention, he found it hard to focus on her words, and found it even harder to not stroke the rigid cock in his hand. "Ahh... being... um... controlled... and... um... obeying... um... commands that... um... the... ah... hyp... hypnotist... gives you."

"Squeeze your cock for me, just once." He did, unaware of the connection between that act and her question.

"So... it's a... loss of control... right?" She licked her fingers and rubbed his nipples, making him shudder with delight.

"You do want to lose control, don't you? That is why you're here, is because you want to lose control, right?"

"Yes. Yes..." He so wanted to jerk off, but did not dare. His eyes were fixed on hers, but she was not looking back at him. Her eyes wandered, purposely avoiding his,

Her smile broadened even as she pinched his nipples, both of them, very hard indeed. He gasped in pain and surprise as she now stared into his eyes and said, "You will only stay here as long as I want you to." Then, without missing a beat, she resumed gently rubbing and kneading his nipples.

The sudden shift from pleasure to pain and back again threw his already disjointed mind into a confused jumble. He barely noticed she was still staring at him, wearing a faint smile. He stared back without realizing it, without consciously realizing anything any more. Pleasure, pain, her eyes, her voice, the physical sensations, the buzzing in his mind. He stared without seeing, listened without hearing.

She knew she had him. The almost imperceptible droop of his shoulders, the blank look. She held his eyes and spoke.

"I want you here to obey me. In order to obey me here you must hear me to obey. When you are here you obey what you hear me say. When you hear me say something here you must obey. You must obey me here. Here you must obey what you hear me say. What you hear here makes you obey. You don't mind what you hear here. What you hear here goes directly into your mind, and you don't mind that your mind hears my words here. Here my words and obey. Only my words matter here, hearing only my words matters here. Hear and obey my words here. Your mind hears my words here and obeys. You don't care what you hear here. You simply obey what you hear me say here. You are here to lose control to me. Lose control to me here. Hear me and lose control. Every time you hear me here you lose control. The control that you lose here is given to me. Hearing me here gives me control. I control you here. I control what you hear here. I control you here. Hearing me controls you here. You are here to be hypnotized. You are hypnotized here. Hear me hypnotize you. You have no control. Hear me. You are hypnotized. You have no control. You are hypnotized. You have no control. You are hypnotized. You have no control."

She went on and on, repeating those phrases for some time until his lips began to move. On and on, until it was very clear his mouth was trying to form the words hypnotized and control.

The moment he had waited for so eagerly, and for so long, passed him by without his even knowing it. Lost in her mind field, he drifted into a trance state with no awareness of that fact. His consciousness simply gave way, leaving him standing there, staring, blank and open. His eyes glazed, his muscles relaxed. And as her voice kept repeating those words, they eventually burned their way into his subconscious, and he began repeating them like an automaton.

"Good boy," she whispered. After a moment, his voice faltered, and he fell silent, raptly gazing at her. "Good boy," she repeated.

"Can you... hear me... boy?" Her voice was soft, soothing. The reply was a long time coming.

"Good. Very good. I am going to hypnotize you now. That is what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Do you remember me saying I would hypnotize you? That I would take control of you? That I didn't need trinkets?"

She gently placed her fingers on his temples and moved very close to him again, staring point-blank into his glassy eyes.

"You are hypnotized. Deeply hypnotized. I have taken control of you. Total control."

There was no visible reaction. There didn't need to be. With a wide smile she slid her fingers inward to his eyelids.

"Soon your eyes will close, all by themselves. And when they do, that will be physical proof that you are unable to resist me. Closing your eyes will make your surrender complete, and will lock your mind under my hypnotic control."

Very gently, she brushed her fingertips over his eyelids. There was nothing magical about it, it was a purely physical reaction - his eyelids fluttered and remained closed. But that physical reaction did indeed imply to his subconscious mind that he was now unable to resist her.

Stepping back, she looked at him. Eyes closed, flushed cheeks now fading, jaw slack, hand still loosely hanging on to his shrinking cock.

"You got what you wanted, boy. You stepped into my mind field and didn't escape. Now it's time for me to get what I want."

She paused a moment, thinking, watching his cock shrink until it was limp and flaccid. His fingers still encircled it, but she knew it was very unlikely he even realized it.

Grinning, she imagined what those last few moments had been like for him. The confusion, the arousal, the nervousness, the excitement, the desire, all building until his conscious mind simply could not process any more. And so it stopped processing altogether, leaving him fixated on her voice and open to her guidance.

Her eyes widened. Such a simple answer, direct, correct in and of itself - and perhaps indicating that his subconscious mind had absorbed her previous words very thoroughly.

His eyes popped open a split second later. He stood there, blinking, and then looked slowly around, his eyes coming to rest on her. Before he could do anything else, she continued.

"Uh.. yes." He looked puzzled, and it didn't matter if it was because of the question or if he was trying to figure out what had happened.

"And you know that whatever you hear here goes directly into your mind. Your mind hears my words and you don't care what you hear because here you want more than anything else to hear my voice and to allow my words to hypnotize you. You want to hear me hypnotize you here. Hear me hypnotize you now. Right here, right now, hear me hypnotize you. Every time you hear me here you lose control, so hear me right now, right here, and lose control. Give me control, right here, right now, and hear me hypnotize you. In fact you've already given me control, haven't you? Hearing my voice has already triggered your mind to surrender control to me, hasn't it?"

"You love hearing me hypnotize you. You love being here, hearing my voice drifting into your mind, you love being in my mind field, knowing you have no control over what happens. You have no control over what happens. You have no control over what happens."

She repeated that sentence, over and over, all the while staring back at his glassy eyes. Eventually the words, as other words had before, burned themselves into his brain and his mouth began to move, trying to repeat the words.

"You have no control over what happens," she said one more time. His cock was swelling again, she noticed. Not ready for use yet, but there was definitely a difference.

"Hear my voice. Listen to my voice. Focus on my voice. You have no control over what I say to you. My voice controls you. What I say to you controls you. I control you. This is what you want. This is what you want. This is what you want. This is what you want."

His cheeks flushed as some dim part of his mind understood, at least in part, what was happening. But as she repeated that sentence over and over, he finally began repeating it too, barely audible barely understandable.

"You want to be controlled. You want to hear me. You want to listen to me. You will be controlled. You will listen to me. You will hear me. You will be controlled. You are under my control. You are under my control."

She fell silent. His eyes never wavered, his body never moved. He just stared at her, his eyes glazed, his cock pulsing gently between his forgotten fingers.

Then she spoke softly, but very clearly, her fingers on his temples, her eyes inches from his.

His eyes narrowed, then he blinked several times. To his credit he did not back away when he realized he was so close to her. Or maybe he was just to shocked to move.

"Listen to my voice. What does it do to you? What does the sound of my voice do to you? Here you are, hearing my voice, and you know you're back in my mind field. You know that one of my words will be too much for you and you'll simply... surrender..." At that last word she pressed inwardly with her fingertips, ever so slightly, against his temples. His eyes widened for a split second before glazing over.

There was a moment's hesitation, then he squeezed his cock clumsily. His cock responded, and a moment later it certainly appeared ready.

"Closing your eyes will make the effect of my voice permanent," she whispered before brushing his eyelids again. His eyes closed, and his mind processed the cause and affect without question.

She darted to the door. "Brianna!" she called softly. The girl appeared a moment later, still in a deeply suggestible state.

Returning her attention to him, she had him lie down on the floor. He did, his cock waving in the air, hands now at his sides. Several minutes of carefully worded suggestions and a quick question resulted in his body becoming immobile. She then spent several minutes giving Brianna suggestions.

He tried to look around but could not. "Uh... I don't really know... I can't... I don't think I can... um... move."

"That's right. You would be amazed to know how much control I have over you already... how much control you've given me... and now.. I'm going to use that control. You remember Brianna, don't you?"

"Well, you've seen how responsive she is. And when she wakes up in a few seconds, she's going to see your cock and want nothing more than to ride it. And ride it. And ride it. And keep riding it. It doesn't matter if you cum. She'll keep riding you, grinding herself down on you. And she will do this until I tell her to stop. Do you understand?"

His eyes were very wide now. "Uh... but... I mean... what if she... I mean... what if I... um..."

She laughed and shook her head. "You don't understand, do you? I just said, it doesn't matter if you cum. It doesn't even matter if she cums, not to me at least. I told her to ride you until I tell her to stop. That's all there is to it. She is far beyond any resistance. You'll be like that too, before long, if you please me. So it doesn't matter about what if she, or what if you. All that matters is that she's going to do exactly what I told her to do."

He was trying to move, it was clear. But his desire, his blind lust, made him unable to move. There was no thought of the consequences.

Brianna was upon him within seconds. The woman sat down in her office chair and watched the show for a while. He did cum, in fact he lasted less than three minutes. Brianna never let up, and he began to moan.

Grinning, the woman left the room to take care of a few things. His groaning followed her out of the room and down the hallway.

Brianna was covered with sweat, grinding her pussy against his limp, discolored cock as he lay there, sweating and groaning pitifully. A touch, a word, and Brianna slipped into trance. A few more whispered words, gentle and soft, and Brianna left the room smiling happily.

The woman stood quietly, gazing down at him. He shuddered every now and then, and his head was rolling back and forth.

"That would make it all better. Go into trance and everything will be all right. Anything that happens in trance is only a dream. Right?"

He wasn't sure if he should nod or not. His breathing was returning to normal by now.

"Hmm.. I like that idea." She stepped over him, straddling him, looking straight down at his colorless face and wild eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you, boy?"

He was close to hyperventilating yet again. He dared not answer, so he just stared up at her, wanting, trying, needing to fall up into her eyes, into her voice.

"I'll take your silence as a yes." Quickly, she knelt down, knees astride him, her hips rocking, working her crotch against his. His eyes screwed shut and he moaned loudly. "What's the matter, boy? Not ready? Not ready for me? This is not a good situation." She frowned. Fiercely.

He was shaking like a leaf, but he still could not convince himself, or command himself, or allow himself, to move. He lay there, with her astride him, and trembled. He was quite surprised when she smiled.

"Of course.." her voice was softer now, much softer, very soft. Very soothing. Very... soothing...

"Of course, I could just... make it harder. After all, I control you, and if I want your cock hard, I can simply command your mind and body to do whatever is necessary to make your cock hard. And then, no matter what your conscious mind thought, or didn't think, your body would respond, because there is no way for you to resist my voice. I control your mind, and your mind controls your body, so it follows that I control your body. My voice sinks into your fuzzy little brain and programs it, makes it better, makes it mine. You must admit, letting me control you is much better than having to worry about control yourself. It's so much easier to just let my words program you to do what I want, when I want, how I want. And if I want your little cock hard, I'll just take control of your mind and command it to make your cock hard. Your mind will respond because it can't resist, and your body will respond because it has to. So, what I tell you, you have to do, because... there is no way not to. And there is no way to not pinch your nipples for me while you listen to my voice."

It took a moment. He gaped at her, his mind drifting as her words flooded his weakened mind. Then his hands twitched, and his arms twitched, and a few seconds later, he was groping for his nipples. She felt him swelling beneath her and pressed herself against him. That seemed to snap him out of his fog - but his hands remained on his chest, squeezing and massaging his nipples.

"You're starting to like doing that now, aren't you, boy? You're starting to enjoy having your nips played with."

He was hard now, hard and aching and hot. She felt it, saw it, sensed it, and grinned. Standing quickly, she stepped away from him, leaving him lying there, rigid and still kneading his nipples.

"Go get cleaned up. Second door on the left." She turned her back on him and sat down at the desk, appearing to focus on one of the folders. She heard him gasp and grinned to herself. A moment later she heard a muttered Wow as he discovered he could move again. A moment after that he was gone.

Her timing was perfect. She entered the bathroom just as he was stepping out of the shower. He saw her, flushed, and froze, not being used to having unfamiliar women seeing him get out of the shower.

Without a word, she knelt before him and slid his expanding cock into her mouth. He gasped and leaned back, grabbing a towel bar to keep his balance. She coaxed him into a raging hardon, making sure he felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat - then, still without a word, she rose and left the bathroom.

His slightly delayed cry of anguish carried to her in the hallway, and she smiled.

Soon after, he returned to her office. Nude, he stood before her, waiting for her voice, for her command, for her attention... for anything.

She ignored him. Sitting with her back to him, she pretended to be absorbed in a piece of paper that was, in truth, a printout of the evening's television schedule.

He did not clear his throat. He did not shift his feet. He did not point out to her that he was there.

Then she set down the paper, stretched, and turned to face him. His cock was still rigid, she saw with no real surprise. The anticipation of the unknown can certainly be exciting. His face was red as he looked at her.

"Very good," she said, nodding approvingly. He blushed even deeper and could not stop a smile from washing over his face before he swallowed it down. She rose and walked toward him, noticing him swallowing again and again.

"Do you realize," she asked casually, "that if I were to just stand here and..." her voice changed, becoming alluring, seductive, hypnotic... "talk to you..." Her voice changed back, but the affect was clearly visible on his face.

"That you would simply... listen... That's all you would do. You would stand here... and hear me.. and that's all you would do. Isn't it?"

"And being here... hearing me... you love being here, and hearing me, don't you?"

"So being here... hearing me... being naked... and hard... for me... it makes you... want... more... doesn't it?"

"Good. I like it when you want more. Because when you want more... that means you're hard... and when you're hard... it's easier for me. It's easy for me to make you hard, and once you're hard it's easy for me to take your control from you. I mean, all men think with their cocks, so if I take control of your cock, then I have control of your mind. And, as I said before, when I control your mind, then I automatically have control of your body. And since your cock is part of your body, I control it. So you see, there are so many ways for me to control you. Simply hearing me makes you lose control. Getting hard gives me control. Being hypnotized... being deeply, profoundly, helplessly hypnotized... that gives me control. Simply being here with me... gives me control."

He was losing it. Her voice, her eyes, his throbbing cock... his mind was rapidly approaching sensory overload again.

"Good boy," she whispered. She let him look into her eyes, knowing what it was doing. She stepped closer to him.

"You have two things that I want very much. Are you willing to give me those two things in return for the way you feel when you hear my voice?"

"Yes." His voice was faint, and wavered, but he never really even considered saying anything else. He wanted this. That was why he was here.

She reached out and gently closed her hand around his cock. Staring deep into his eyes, she whispered, "I want this. I want it to belong to me. I want to control it, to tell it when to get hard and when to cum. I want to be able to get it hard and then not let it cum, and leave you gasping and wanting more of me. I want it. I want it now. Will you give it to me, unconditionally and for all time?"

He was dreaming. This had to be a dream. His mind was in no condition to fully consider the question. He took the path of least resistance. He said yes.

"Good boy. I own it now. It's mine, to do with as I please. It's my cock now. It belongs to me. You don't even have a cock any more, this one is mine." He flushed, as the dim recesses of his mind tried to warn him that he really didn't understand what was happening. But it was already too late.

"There is one more thing I want." She paused, letting him fall deeper into her eyes. He wasn't gone yet, but he was clearly drifting.

"Your mind. I want your mind. I want to control it, I want it to obey my every command instantly and without question. I want to control your mind so totally that you obey me instinctively. Obedience to me will be second nature to you. Your need, your desire, your craving to obey me will be so overpowering that there will be no way for you to resist me."

She moved closer still, eliminating the remaining distance and the remaining resistance at the same time. "Are you hypnotized right now, boy?"

"That's right. It doesn't matter at all. You want to obey, you want to lose control, you want to SUBMIT to me... and it doesn't make a damn bit of difference whether you're hypnotized or not. YOU WILL OBEY ME, won't you, boy?"

"Good boy." she reached up and stroked his eyelids, shivering as they closed. "Sleep now. Sleep now and dream of obeying me... Deeper and deeper sleep, deeper and deeper obedience..."

He didn't know what time it was when he awakened. He wasn't even sure where he was when he awakened. He finally remembered he was at her house, but the room was unfamiliar. He was still naked, and his cock grew as he tried to figure things out. He was still considering when he sensed something and froze.

Then, very slowly, his lifted his hand to his throat. His fingers touched the supple leather of the collar, and he stroked it gently, trying to determine if it was real. It was, he decided, and a thrill he had never known raced up and down his spine, careening out into the rest of his body and making him tremble. He gasped involuntarily, a cry of both accomplishment and surrender at the same time. Licking his lips, he wanted to grab his cock, but did not dare. Needing something, anything, he reached up and pinched his nipples, harder and harder, until he actually laughed out loud with the pain.

The knock on the door startled him. Without thinking, he took three steps and opened it. She stood there, wearing a white nightgown and a smile. That smile grew as she studied him.

"Well well. Naked and hard and you opened the door without knowing who it was. How interesting."

He felt the color drain from his face. The image of Brianna collared, nude, and entranced, opening the door for him, flashed through his mind. My God, he thought wildly, what's happening to me? She was smiling at him, looking at his cock... no, HER cock, something inside reminded him... He stood very still, cock swaying, licking his lips yet again. She studied him for a long moment, and then seemed to make up her mind about something.

She reached out and grasped her cock firmly. He groaned with delight and anticipation.

Taken aback, he paused, trying to think about it. As he did, she reached up and gently brushed his eyelids. They closed automatically, and his conditioned mind slipped into a trance within seconds.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This story is fiction - FANTASY. It is not based on any particular person(s) or situation(s).

"Mind Field"

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