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New Story: GILF (It's just a MILF story)
🕑 Added 2023-05-29 06:47:48 +0000 UTCBrand new story, kinda like the last one but more, longer, and different. PDF included :D
GILF: Guided Into Lost Freedom
A Smuthunter Story
“Hypnotism is the art of inducing a highly suggestible, hyper focused, and deeply relaxed trance state in the patient, or the subject, depending on your uses and practices.”
The woman addressing the room was older, old enough to be Nick’s mom, which meant she was old enough to be someone’s grandma, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t attractive. “It’s not magic, but sometimes it can be so powerful that it can feel like it. And honestly, as long as I’ve been doing this, sometimes it still feels like casting a spell.”
She was wearing a gray skirt suit, a white blouse, black high heels, black stockings, and she had her black hair piled up in a practical bouffant, with a gray strand dangling down her cheek. There were other gray streaks in her hair, and she carried a little extra weight that, combined with her smile, gave her a very warm energy. She was also, Nick noticed, not just a little heavy, but very curvy.
Age gave her a curvaceous, mature, body, and her poise and posture made her as alluring as she was inviting.
The audience in the conference room smiled and laughed along with her as she laughed at her own little exaggeration, and she continued. “I have been practicing and teaching the art of hypnosis for over 30 years, and I continue to practice, not just because I’m good at it, and I assure you that I am very good at it, but because I believe in and have seen its value. And that’s why I start by saying that it isn’t magic, because we all know what we think hypnosis is, but ultimately it’s much simpler, and much more complex all at once. And sometimes, the most powerful and profound trance experiences hardly feel like hypnosis at all.”
“In fact,” she nodded as she made her point, and Nick watched some of his co-workers nod along with her, and he smiled. He’d worked in retail and sales for a while, he saw the trick and he knew it. This woman, Shirley Gladstone CHT, as she’d written on the whiteboard in smooth, perfect cursive, was an easy public speaker, and she radiated a kind of confidence and charm that made sitting through the presentation a lot easier than some of the other wellness resources presentations the office had in the past. “You could all be hypnotized right now and not even know it.”
He watched the audience nod along with her, then stop for a second, and he felt a hum of tension as everyone realized what they were nodding along to, then nervously laugh as she flashed a wide smile, “Don’t worry everyone, instant hypnosis is real, but that wasn’t it. I can’t just start waving my pocket watch back and forth and tell you all to sign up for sessions with me, because as I said, it’s not magic.”
She paused and waited for the group to catch up, before winking and saying, “I do have a pocket watch with me though, so we could try.”
Now that the room recognized her sense of humor, which felt strangely flirty to Nick, they all laughed… but he watched her a little more closely now, though he didn’t know why.
Part of it, he felt more than thought, was that, aside from the yoga instructor, Shirely Gladstone was the most attractive presenter they’d had so far. Nick wasn’t really into older women, well he was into older women, but like a few years, maybe a decade, he wasn’t into women with twenty plus years on him that Shirley had. But then again, most women didn’t have the kind of tits she obviously did.
She caught him out of the corner of one of her blue eyes, an icy blue-gray eye that was as warm as she was and just as sharp, and it felt like they were sharing a joke as she laughed along with the room.
“I’m sure some of you would like a demonstration, but while I can entertain you, my work isn’t the same as stage hypnosis, which you’re probably all much more familiar with. and I’m sure some of you have questions, so we’ll see if we can’t do both at once.”
It felt like she was talking directly to him, but she broke her subtle eye contact with him as she put her hand on one of the admin assistants in the front of the room’s shoulder and said, “How would you like to help me.”
The woman Shirely selected, Judy, was a little older than Nick, pretty in a very practiced and sort of plain way, and always had a smile for him, and everyone. He liked her. Everyone liked her.
Judy was also so used to being accommodating that Nick couldn’t imagine her turning Shirley down. So, the brown haired, brown eyed administrative assistant sat down in a chair, turned out ever so slightly, and Nick watched as Shirely stood in front of her, waving a bright silver pocket watch in front of her face.
“Anyone in the audience, if you’d like to be hypnotized too, you can also just focus on the watch and listen to the sound of my voice. You may find your eyes closing at any time you’re curious enough to fall into trance with us, and if you feel that starting to happen, you can just sink down into your chair, focused on the sound of my voice, just like…”
Nick smiled as Shirely looked at Judy and waited for her to say, “Judy.”
“That’s right, just like Judy is now. And you may find your eyes closing before, I’m sorry, what’s your name?”
“Judy.”
“That’s right, right before Judy falls into a deep trance in 3, 2…”
Nick felt like a voyeur watching the watch, and watching Judy smoothly, and effortlessly turning into mush in her chair. He watched her eyes fluttering, and her shin starting to dip, and then he saw Shirely give him a little wink as she said, “1, sleep when you’re ready.”
Nick felt a curious pull to close his eyes, but instead he just looked around the room and watched as some of his coworkers slumped into their chairs just like Judy.
“I picked the strongest subject, it’s a stage hypnosis trick. And I’m half-surprised you didn’t go into trance too.” She had come up behind him in the break room, and he smelled the subtle, flowery touch of her perfume before she spoke. “The most skeptical ones either go all the way under, or don’t respond at all. You’re a real outlier, I saw you almost go for it.”
Her blazer was nowhere in sight, and the sleeves of her button down blouse were rolled up to her mid arm, but more noticeable than that, it looked like a button or two had come undone, and now her breasts, which had been subtly prominent before, were now simply prominent.
“You probably think you’re the kind of guy who’s too strong willed to be hypnotized, or,” she was absentmindedly stirring her coffee and watching as she spoke. “You’re shy, and didn’t want to go up on stage as it were, maybe even too shy to admit to yourself that you could get drawn into something you didn’t think you were agreeing to. But the thing is…”
She tapped the spoon she was using on the inside of the mug, then started to stir again. She held the mug in front of her chest like anyone would, and the stirring kept catching his eye, which meant her very nice, very well framed, and very large breasts kept catching his eye too.
“You can hypnotize someone that doesn’t think they want to be hypnotized, and you can hypnotize someone who doesn’t know they’re being hypnotized, but the subject always has to go along with it. It’s like I was saying earlier, it’s a cooperative experience, not like…”
She tapped the spoon on the mug again, took a drink, and smiled, “Why don’t you make your coffee, I didn’t mean to talk your ear off on your break.”
Nick realized that he really should make his coffee, and he set to it. Then he realized he was being rude, or barring that, cagey. “You’re not talking my ear off, it’s okay. You’re giving me something to think about.”
“Oh,” she gave his arm a soft little pat, “you’re just being polite. After all, there’s no way you were going to get something out of the fridge, and now you’re just making coffee because I told you to.”
Nick felt his spine straighten, “How did you do that?”
“You probably wanted some coffee already, but I just distracted you, and then slid the idea right in between your other thoughts while you were distracted. It’s like accidentally typing a word you hear, it really only happens at certain mental intervals, and hypnotists can recognize those moments to put ideas in your head. But as I was saying, you have to agree with the idea. if you weren’t a coffee drinker, it wouldn’t have worked.”
She was holding her mug and smiled at him with a very self-satisfied smirk, “It’s another form of instant hypnosis I was telling the group about. But I think the more relevant technique for what you would be the beach induction. Hypnosis is something you have to either actively or passively go along with or it won’t work, but you can frame it as an inevitability. If I told you to imagine yourself on a warm sunny beach, watching the waves now, just relaxing and breathing, enjoying being on vacation from everything else…”
He was listening while waiting for the machine to finish, and sort of reflectivity following along with what she was saying, even though he knew he should be paying more attention to her after her last trick.
“It sounds nice, and most people see the beach as a pretty recreational destination. It’s a place we long t g to, where we strive to go to as a symbol, an icon of relaxation really, and it’s powerful. So when you settle in, listening to the sound of my voice now, seeing the beach, I would have you focus on the waves. I would have you notice, as you breathe deeper, and slower, relaxing more and more, that the tide is coming in, and every time the waves wash up on the beach, the pull away a little bit more of the sand, and get closer and closer to you.”
“You’re coffee is ready, and you can wait a second, because you know you’re safe as the tide inevitably comes in. You know nothing can stop time or tide, it waits for no man, and it’s just inevitable that when the waves start to gently wash over you, they’re going to gently pull you deeper into trance. And it feels so inevitable now, it really does, that you’re just bound to be pulled under by the steady waves of my voice, washing over you, and it’s just us talking, no one else is here, no one to see you, no one to listen to what we say, just you and me, and that inevitable feeling of deep, deep…”
Nick’s eyes were closed and the warm ocean water was lapping over his body as he laid down on the soft white sandy beach, being pulled…
“Open your eyes, get your coffee, and get what you wanted out of the fridge. I’ve really taken up so much of your time.”
“Wow.” He had to struggle to open his eyes at first, and he felt relaxed from head to toe, and in his mind too. “That was, that was really surprising. Is it really that easy for you to just hypnotize people?”
He smiled at her, blew on his coffee, and his eyes wandered down to her cleavage again. He didn’t mean to, it just felt like he couldn’t help it, and tried to cover it up by taking another sip.
“Yes and no. Once someone is hypnotized, most of the time they can go back into trance pretty easily after the first induction. So you sinking down a bit earlier at the presentation made you more susceptible to it now. Over time the more you go into trance the better you get at it, but on the same day, in the same short amount of time, it’s just really easy for you to sink back into trance. And since I pulled that little suggestibility trick on you earlier, I convinced you that I could put the whammy on you. Plus, you were distracted by trying to be polite and not really engaging, because this is a strange occurrence in general, and because it’s something you’re not wholly comfortable with, so just like with the coffee trick, I just needed to wait for the right moment, or to create the right moment to slip inside.”
He was looking into her eyes as she explained that to him, and her self-satisfied smirk was still very present. It was amusing to him too, and then she tapped her spoon on the inside of her mug again, and he realized he’d been staring at her tits as she’d started stirring her coffee at some point in the explanation. “Any other questions so far?”
“So if you can read someone right, you can just slip them into trance, and hypnotize them into…”
It was a genuine, curious question, but she held up a hand to stop him. “This is where people get misconceptions about hypnosis. It’s like I said, we can make it seem inevitable, but that’s only to help people have permission to go into trance, or in your case, for you to give yourself permission. And it really only works when it’s something someone wants to do. Of course, what we want can be manipulated, and you can use hypnosis to make people want to be hypnotized into wanting other things. But the thing is, and I’m sure you;ll agree when you think about it, you’d have to want to go back into trance, twice as deep now, the next time you hear me tap my spoon on my mug.”
She started stirring again, and he’d started staring down at her breasts again, and he was following what she was saying, but when her voice softened like that, it made his thoughts soft and hazy too.
“And when you hear that sound very soon, as I count down from 3 to 1 before I do it, I’m going to want you to try and keep your eyes open as long as you can. You’re going to want to close your eyes so much as the numbers get smaller, but I want you to try as hard as you can to keep them open, knowing that when you hear the sound, your eyes will close, but you’ll stay standing up with your mug still in your hand. And since we both know you understand, 3, 2…”
He was struggling to keep his eyes open, staring at her tits and her spoon as she just kept stirring, and he didn’t know if she actually said one, but when she tapped her mug, his eyes closed.
“See, you did that because you wanted to go back into trance, now, 1, 2, 3, eyes open, wide awake, and back to normal. They gave me an office to use for the day, if you want to come with me now and we can do an actual session. I think this would be good for you, and I think you have a lot to gain from it.”
She reached out and squeezed his arm as she said that, and looked deep into his eyes. It felt like she was flirting with him, and self pitch or not, he was charmed by her. He also wondered if she was just snaking the idea into his head and he stopped to center himself and take an inventory of what he might actually want.
He wanted an excuse to stare at her tits a little more, he knew that, and this was all pretty interesting… Plus it was company policy on wellness days to allow employees to have on the clock sessions with the visiting guests.
“Okay, yeah, I’ll tell my manager.”
“Now, since you’re here because you want to be hypnotized,” the office was empty save for a desk pushed against a wall, and two chairs. The room hadn’t been used as an actual office in years, and had primarily been where they’d stick extra furniture, but most of that had been cleared out. “And we have some privacy, why don’t you have a seat and we can formally begin.”
He sat down and she stood in front of him, still absentmindedly stirring her drink in front of her tits, and suddenly the room felt very small and very quiet. he had to focus to talk, and as she stood above him, looking down on him, he felt very small despite her very warm demeanor.
“I thought we already started?” He did his best to make it flirty, and he saw a sparkle in her eye as her smile widened.
“In some ways we have. I hypnotized you into wanting to be hypnotized, or at least lowering your inhibitions enough to let yourself experience what you’ve been experiencing with trance. But now, since we’re going to have a session, we should talk about what I can give you and what you need. I will say, I’ve been doing this a very long time, and I think I know what might be best for a first time session for you if you’d rather open yourself up to that.”
She stirred and stopped, then stirred and stopped as she spoke, and Nick realized his eyelids were getting heavy as he listened to her smooth, warm voice, his eyes shifting from her tits to her eyes, back and forth every time she stopped or started stirring again.
“It would be much easier to trust me,” her spoon tapped against the mug and he stared with heavy, glassy eyes at her tits, “wouldn’t it?”
He blinked and felt his heavy eyelids struggle to open.
“After all,” she sat down across from him and he thought another button on her blouse had come undone, “you can let yourself trust me, and refer to my expertise, since you know I know exactly what I’m doing, and you can tell all I want is to help you have this experience.”
“After all,” she pulled on the chain around her neck he hadn’t really noticed before, and watched her pocket watch slowly emerge from between her breasts, “if I didn’t think this would be a good thing for you, I would have just let you go.”
The pocket watch was off from around her neck and she started to swing it gently back and forth in front of her breasts. “And if you didn’t want me to hypnotize you, you wouldn’t have let me hypnotize you, would you?”
Back and forth the watch swung in front of her breasts that were now half way to spelling out of her blouse, “Since hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Back and forth and back and forth his eyes followed the watch, knowing it was what he was supposed to do, while also fighting to just stay fixed on her gently heaving breasts.
“While also making it so easy for you to do what you want to do. And don’t you just want to close your eyes for a second, just a second and rest? Rest in the sound of my voice as you let go, and let my hypnosis do what it does best?”
It looked like her hand was perfectly still, like she was simply willing the pocket watch to swing back and forth on it’s own, and as she asked him her question, he looked up, powered by the autopilot of basic manners, to see one of her eyebrows raise as she waited for his answer?
“What’s that?” He blinked and felt his shoulders slump and his chin start to dip down… and realized his eyes hadn’t opened. “What’s,” he forced his eyelids apart and looked into her soft eyes, blue as ice, but warm as a summer day, patiently watching him and welcoming him to get lost in their depths, “what does hypnosis do best?”
“Hypnosis,” the pocket watch started to twirl as it swung back and forth, the change pulling his eyes back down to it, back down to her heavy, full breasts and her deep… deep… her voice was softer, and warm, softer, and slower, deeper and warmer, her words washing over him in soothing, delicate sleepiness, “creates a permission structure for the conscious mind to abdicate authority to the hypnotist, and for the subconscious to openly receive external and agreeable input while in a highly suggestible state. If you don’t like the external influence…”
He watched through fluttering eyelids, as her breasts rose and fell as she took a slow, deep breath that moved her chest, “The suggestions won’t work, or won’t last, because you’ll simply reject them. But if your hypnotist tells you what you want to hear, deep down inside, then you’ll agree with those suggestions, and since they come from outside of your own inner self…”
He could barely keep his eyes open as she kept slowly and deeply breathing punctuating her explanations with her breath, and her breasts all while the pocket watch kept twirling and spinning, “An inner self that has so many doubts, and is so exhausted from fighting with itself. But hypnosis is just a nice little break, or a very deep sleep, for your mind, where you can let go of thinking now, let go of choosing now, and just let me take control.”
Another button must have come undone at some point because he could see her bra now, a soft, pale pink with lace cups, and it did sound nice to let her take…
“That’s it, just close your eyes and let me take control now. It’s so much easier, and you’re so tired of being in control. Just give in to your desire to just give in, and sleep now Nick. Sleep for Shirely, let Ms. Gladstone take control, and just sleep now.”
Nick started to fall into himself, but his eyelids made one last valiant effort to open them, and as they did, his consciousness also struggled reflexively to hold on. But as his eyes opened to the sight of the watch still twirling and swinging in front of her breasts, he heard the tap of the spoon on the inside of the mug.
“When you’re ready to let go, just close your eyes for me and say Ms. Gladstone is in control.”
His eyes fluttered, her chest rising and falling as the pocket watch swung was just as captivating and he heard the spoon tap again, “Ms. Gladstone is in control.”
Nick wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to say the words, but it was so nice to just stare at her amazing tits.
Then he heard the tap of the spoon again, and as she started to say “Ms. Gladstone is in control” a third time, he mumbled along with her and his eyes closed.
“That’s right,” she sounded so pleased with him and so happy, “just like go Nick, I am in control now.”
He sat there slumped in his chair, chin down to his chest, “Tell me Nick, who is in control?”
“Ms. Gladstone,” he mumbled the words, “is in control.”
“Yes, now tell me one more time, who is in control?” She sounded so encouraging, and her voice had gotten so much softer and closer now. He felt her breath on his neck, and the softness of her words tickled his ear.
As he said the words, “Ms. Gladstone is in control,” he felt her fingertips caress his cheek, and down his neck, then gently tilt his chin up.
“Open your eyes, and feel yourself falling even deeper under my control now Nick.”
He felt her finger on his lips as his eyes opened, staring up at the sight of her barely contained, heaving breasts.
“This is what you need, isn’t it? deep down inside yourself this is what you truly needed, and you wouldn’t have been able to tell me, so it’s good that you just let me take control, isn’t it?”
He felt her finger, still under his gin, gently guide him into a nod as he said, “Yes.”
“Oh that’s very good, but please refer to me as Ms. Gladstone when you answer me, do you understand?”
Her tits were so close, and she was cupping his chin now, holding him as she waited.
“Yes,” he heard her let out a little excited sigh of satisfaction when he said “Ms. Gladstone.”
“Good boy, you’re very good at following instructions aren’t you?”
She tilted his head up to make him stare into her deep, ice blue eyes, and he felt a thrill run down his spine when she said good boy. Now as he looked up at her, floating like he was outside his own body, he saw her bite her lower lip and sigh again as he said “Yes Ms. Gladstone.”
She let go of his chin, and his gaze fell back to her tits as she did.
Then the pocket watch started swinging again, slowly, back and forth in front of her breasts, now with her bra fully on display, her blouse unbuttoned down almost to the last one.
“Watch the watch now, and this time, watch the watch as it swings back and forth, and back and forth, and as you follow it, just look past it, look through it. watch it swinging, watch time passing by, going back and forth as you just let your eyes focus forward, watching time go back, time going back and forth… back… and back now…”
He stared straight ahead at her tits, his eyes shifting from the slow, rhythmic swing, back to the middle of her cleavage over and over, and every flicker of his eyes made them start to flutter again.
“You spend all day bored at work, overthinking, understimulated. You have too much freedom, and too little direction, and your mind gets in the way of just being able to do what you need to, then go home. You’re over thinking everything all the time, thinking too much about not enough. Too busy wasting your brain power, when you should just let yourself shut off that inner voice, work hard, and then go home. It;s so hard for you, you're so exhausted all the time, because your mind is in the wrong gear. You’d be so much happier day in and day out if you just stopped thinking, did what you were told, and then went home. Just imagine how good that would feel, not over-thinking, just doing what you’re told, when you’re told. It would make everything so much easier, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes,” Nick was surprised how quickly he agreed, and he was surprised that it took a real effort to open his eyes again as he said “Ms. Gladstone.”
She purred out a little moan, “Good boy. And since that’s what you want… no, that’s what you need so badly, that’s how you’ll feel at work. You’ll just feel a deep, placid, peace as you come to work, mind slowing down to do the tasks in front of you, mind going blank as you do what you're told, and it will all be so much easier for you, because it’s easier to obey than it is to choose, or to think, isn’t it Nick?”
“Yes Ms. Gladstone.” his eyes were half closed, and he was starting to drool a little, watching the watch as her breasts became the only thing he could see in front of him. He was fully aroused and had been for a while, but that hardly mattered.
“Oh, I need more than that Nick, tell me what I just told you.”
“It feels better to obey than to choose or think, Ms. Gladstone.”
He heard a sharp, short moan this time, then a long pur of satisfaction before she said, “That’s right. And it makes sense coming from me, because I’m older, wiser, and just so much smarter than you. And you wish I could have told you this when you were younger too. You wish I could have corrected these behaviors and these thoughts earlier in your life, don’t you?”
He was struggling to keep his eyes open between swings now, and his eyes had been closed for the last sentence or two. He didn’t even try to open them, his chin dipped and he just said, “Yes Ms. Gladstone” into the dark behind his eyelids.
He heard her take a shuddering breath, “Oh that’s good. Good boy Nick. And I’m glad you agree, because I can do that for you. Of course I know how to do that, because I am so much smarter than you, and so much wiser than you. It’s a feature of age and experience, and the fact you’re just not as smart as you think, are you?”
“Yes…” he trailed off…
“It’s not a trick question, you’re right to say yes, now tell me what I told you.” Her soft voice was breathy as she almost moaned out the words.
“I’m not as smart as I think I am Ms. Gladstone.”
His eyes half opened as he stared at her tits and the pocket watch that was still swinging in the same steady arc even as she said very softly almost under her breath, “Oh fuck that’s good.”
“That’s right, I’m just so much smarter, wider, and more experienced than you, and as you watch the watch now, going backwards in time now, back and back to when you were even younger and dumber now, everything I say just becomes more true.Just watch the watch as you remember what it’s like to be so young, and dumb, and horny now. Too young, and dumb, and horny to think for yourself, as you fall even deeper under my control.”
He felt something separating between his eyes, like the two halves of his brain were drifting apart down the middle, and all he could do was stare at her as her words poured into the divide. Time fell away, experience disappeared, and all he was just dumb, open, and horny.
It was the first time he’d become actively aware of how horny he was, and he couldn’t believe he was sitting there, staring at this hot older lady’s huge tits in her sexy pink bra.
“What are you Nick?”
The watch kept swinging as he answered “Young, dumb, and horny, Ms. Gladstone.”
“Good boy,” the words were pure sexual satisfaction. “You’re dumb and I’m smart, and you’re inexperienced and I’m so wise, so it’s just natural for you to listen and obey. It’s natural for you to always listen to me and obey me, no matter what. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes Ms. Gladstone.” He felt himself follow up, “I will listen and obey you, Ms. Gladstone.”
The pocket watch broke its steady swing, and dropped for a moment, and he stared as her tits heaved up and down with a sudden, heavy breath from her.
“That’s right, you will. Especially because you’re so horny, so dumb and horny, and you're horny for me because you’re just a horny young man with a big, hard cock and a crush on me. And since your cock has such a big, throbbing crush on me, you’ll always listen and obey so you can always make me happy, won’t you?”
The pocket watch didn’t start swinging again, instead she put it back around her neck, then pulled down her bra to reveal one, large, naked breast and one prominent, large nipple.
She pinched it as he said “Yes Ms. Gladstone” then leaned in close and guided the nipple to his lips. “Good boy, my sweet, horny, inexperienced, dumb good boy. So dumb, so stupid and horny. You’re so much stupider than you think you are, and we’ve gone back to the point in your life where you were so suggestible, and so open, that when someone lied to you and told you that you were smart, you believed them. but they lied to you, and you’re just a dumb horny boy, so stupid and so obedient, obedient to me now, too dumb to function without being under my control now.”
Nick felt fault lines moving through his psyche as he sucked on her tit, while she stroked his head and filled his open, receptive mind with condescending a demeaning baby talk.
“You’re just a stupid, horny boy, and all you want is to make me happy, because you’re so dumb, and I’m just so much smarter than you. And since you know you’re dumb now, and I’m smarter, wiser, and older than you, that means I know what’s best for you. And it really would be best for you to just turn your simple brain off every day when you go to work, and just do what you’re told like a good little worker. Your life will be so much better when you stop overworking your stupid, horny brain. Life will be so much better when you just give in and work hard for me every day. Simple, stupid, dumb and horny, working hard for me, to please me, because your cock has such a big crush on me that you can never and will never get me out of your mind.”
He whimpered as he continued to suck on her tit, his hands fondling both her breasts automatically, while his ego crumbled.
His cock was as rigid as his mind was soft, and he looked up into her eyes briefly as she removed her blouse and her bra and put her other tit to his lips. her eyes were still soft, soft and warm with sexual heat, but there was a glimmer of mockery in them…
And that made sense because he was just a dumb, horny boy. He was always afraid that he wasn’t as smart as he thought, and now he knew he was right to be afraid… He’d always been dumb, he’d always been…
“I’ve always been in your mind, because I’ve always been hypnotizing you. It’s why you were so good at going into trance for me today, because I’ve always been able to hypnotize you, and you’ve always been too dumb, too horny, and too weak to resist me. You’ve always wanted to please me too much to even try and resist, and you know it makes me so happy when you obey me. It makes me so happy when you do what I tell you to, and you’re too dumb to remember a time you haven’t been my easily hypnotized and completely controlled, dumb, horny slave boy..”
He stared at her naked breasts as she moved away from him, holding his head in her hands, “That’s why you’re just going to go about your days, working hard, doing what you’re told…”
Everything fell apart, like a window shattering or a sandcastle swallowed by the waves.
“...and opening your eyes now, feeling refreshed and focused, peaceful, calm, and collected…”
Nick opened his eyes and saw the bright, happy gleam in Shirley Gladstone’s ice blue eyes. ‘There you are. How do you feel?”
“I uh… was that, I don’t remember anything, is that natural?”
“For some subjects it can be, but not always.” She was sitting with her legs crossed, her suit jacket on the chair behind her, and her blouse unbuttoned enough to give him an incredible view of her remarkable breasts. “Now, why don’t you get down on your knees, and lick my pussy?”
“Yes,” his body moved like this was the most natural request in the world, “Ms. Gladstone.”
She got up, slid out of her heels, pulled off her stockings and panties, hiked up her skirt, and put a leg over his shoulder as she shoved her slit in his face. She was already soaked through.
She grabbed his head and fucked his face, his tonge doing less than the friction of her motion, then she stopped, slide back from his face and said, “What are you, Nick?”
Tasting her on his lips and tongue he said, “I am dumb, horny boy, and I am under Ms. Gladstone’s control.”
She shoved herself back into his face as she came.
“Now,” she stepped back again, put a hand on his shoulder, and dropped the pocket watch down in front of his face…
It started to swing…
“...and opening your eyes now, feeling refreshed and focused, peaceful, calm, and collected…”
Nick opened his eyes and saw the bright, happy gleam in Shirley Gladstone’s ice blue eyes. ‘There you are. How do you feel?”
“I uh… was that, I don;t remember anything, is that natural?”
Her naked tits, full and beautiful, perfect and marvelous, bounced steadily up and down and up down down…
His eyelids were getting heavy… heavy like her tits…
“For some subjects it can be, but not always.” She cupped them and pressed them together as she rode him steadily, and he watched as the pocket watch necklace disappeared between her tits. “But it can happen when you’re very deep in trance, very deep inside me. Every time I take you inside me, I take away your memory and time disappears, just like…”
The pocket watch vanished between her pressed together breasts.
“...and opening your eyes now, feeling refreshed and focused, peaceful, calm, and collected…”
Nick opened his eyes and saw the bright, happy gleam in Shirley Gladstone’s ice blue eyes. ‘There you are. How do you feel?”
“I uh… was that, I don’t remember anything, is that natural?”
“For some subjects it can be, but not always.” She was sitting with her legs crossed, her suit jacket on the chair behind her, and her blouse unbuttoned enough to give him an incredible view of her remarkable breasts. “Even when you do have conscious recall, hypnosis can affect your sense of time. How do you feel?”
“I feel dumb, horny, and obedient Ms. Gladstone. All I want to do is please you, and make you happy.”
The words felt as natural as saying “pretty good” when someone asked how his day was going. There was no real awareness of what he said, and he felt good when he saw her bite her lip and shift in her seat.
The potent smell of sex, of her sex, and the heat in the air from their bodies, didn’t register to Nick
“I think you should go home early today Nick. I’ll talk to your supervisor again, and let her know that you had a very powerful emotional experience and need time to process. So why don’t you get your things and go home and take a nap. Do you understand?”
“Yes Ms. Gladstone.”
She smiled as he answered, and then he obeyed.
Nick woke up to a knock at his front door. Face down on his couch and groggy, it took him a moment to gather himself, and as he did, he felt disoriented, and unmoored. Strange, powerful, sexual dreams had filled his mind as he’d slept, too tired apparently to make it to his bed, and far too early for him to be home.
He didn’t know why he was where he was, and then he was opening the front door.
“Hi Shirley? Um, is everything okay? How do you know where I live?”
Shirley Gladstone, dressed as she was from the office earlier in the day, showing so much cleavage he couldn’t look anywhere else, was outside his front door.
“Oh my poor dumb boy,” she said the words the way someone would say hello,” and started to pull at the chain between her breasts. “You’re too stupid and horny to remember, aren’t you?”
She took a step forward as she pulled the pocket watch necklace out from between her tits, and all of a sudden, Nick didn’t feel like himself at all. He took a step back as she forced herself into his home, closing the door behind her with one hand while twirling the chain of her necklace with the other.
“Look past the pocket watch,” she unbuttoned a button with one hand as the pocket watch dangled and twirled, each spin regressing and stupefying him.
“That’s right, young, and dumb, and horny now. Just keep looking past the watch as time spins away from you, spinning and twisting back now, back down now. Back to before the time someone put the idea in your head that you were smart, back before you thought you were smart enough or capable enough to be whatever you wanted…”
He stood there, dazed, watching as more and more of her deep cleavage was revealed, eyes fluttering shut as his chin dipped and his shoulders slumped while his cock cock to life again and drained the blood from his head. He could barely stand up as once again her blouse was unbuttoned enough to show her full tits in her bra.
“Back to the moment you were just young, dumb, and full of cum. Nothing else now, just young, dumb, and full of all that cum for me and only me. You’re too stupid to realize it on your own, but that cock has always had a crush on me, and you’ve only wanted to cum for me, inside me, between my tits, and at my command. You;re so dumb that you forgot, but luckily I’m so much smarter than you.”
What she was saying felt like it should have been so mean, but it felt so nice, just as nice as her free hand felt between his legs, while he stared at her tits and the twisting pocket watch, stripping away layer after layer of experience, thought, and identity that made him who he was, leaving him a vacant, stupid, horny cock, and nothing else.
“You’re so lucky that I’m so wise, and so experienced, and so much smarter than you, because you’re too dumb to know what to say, and you're too dumb to think for yourself. So just repeat after me Nick, Ms. Gladstone is in control.”
“Ms. Gladstone is in control.” It was such a relief not to choose what to say.
“Ms. Gladstone thinks for me.” She moaned her name out, and like a sympathetic vibration, like her pleasure was his pleasure, he moaned too as he repeated the words back to her.
It felt so good to just stop thinking, because thinking was hard… too hard when he was this hard.
“I,” she offered a little gasp, a little hitch in her breath, like she was being fucked, “I’m too dumb to think for myself, and I need Ms. Gladstone to control me.”
He whimpered when she monad, and he felt himself leaking, dumb, hard, horny, lost in the void, lost in her.
The thought that it was such a load off for someone to tell him what to do was a little spark of self-awareness that happily died as he obeyed.
“I'm too dumb to think for myself,” he felt a shudder from his balls up through his spine, he felt like he was going to burst in his pants. “And… he was panting… I need Ms. Gladstone to control me.”
His hips pushed his cock against her hand as she cooed out another mona of pleasure when he said her name in obedience, and the twisting, twirling pocket watch continued to diminish him as he saw nothing but her heaving breasts in her delicate, pale pink rose bra.
“I’m young and dumb and full of cum, and I only cum for Ms. Gladstone.”
She squeezed his balls this time, and the different sensation was enough to make him gasp at the edge of cumming.
Them,. he started to repeat, and as she moaned, she squeezed his balls hard, hard enough to pull him back from the edge.
“I have cum for brains, and I only cum when Ms. Gladstone tells me to.” Her hand was back to working his cock, slower than before, but still with the energy to work him through his pants.
He started to speak, and she gasped and moaned like she was cumming, and she told him to say it again.
He did, and the pocket watch stopped twisting as she let go of the chain, and his cock.
“Again.”
The word was a breath of pleasure, one so powerful that he felt it too. He was leaking, the first flush of orgasmic bliss moving through him, and he ached for more as his climax stopped, his orgasm ruined.
“You’re too dumb to and hory to look away from my big, mature, beautiful tits, especially since they’re the biggest, nicest tits you’ve ever seen. You’ve always loved them, you’ve always been obsessed with them, and it just makes sense that since I’m an incredible hypnotist, that my tits just undeniably hypnotize you, and always have. After all, even though hypnosis doesn’t work that way, you’re too dumb and horny, too stupid and weak willed, to resist them.”
Her jacket was off, her blouse was off, and so was her bra.
He stared at her tits, transfixed, enthralled, and hypnotized all over again, because she said so, and he was too dumb and horny not to be. He was to think for himself, too dumb and horny too…
She gently led him to the couch, sat down with him, and held the pocket watch above one of her large, erect nipples.
“Just look at the watch and look past it again. Look at my big soft boobie, my poor horny dumb dumb. It’s such a big boobie, and you’re such a horny, stupid, easily hypnotized dummy. You’re too dumb to remember that hypnosis only makes you do what you want to do, but all you want to do is obey me and suck on my boobies, because I’m in control, and you’re in love with me.”
She guided his head to her breast, and he started to suck on her nipple, his whole body loose and limp, as pliable as his mind, except for his cock, which was as unyielding as her control over him had become.
He closed his eyes, and he felt her body shudder with its own ecstasy, before she said, “I didn’t tell you to stop staring.”
Nick tried his best to open his eyes and look up at the pocket watch, but it was so hard to keep looking up, and when his eyes closed again, his lips fell away from her nipple as he shuddered and another layer of his deep psyche broke.
“Poor, horny dummy, too stupid to cum without my permission, too dumb to even keep sucking on my boobies that have you so hypnotized that you’ll do whatever I say, because they make you want whatever I want… since Ms. Gladstone is in control.”
She adjusted ever so slightly and started to partially smother him with her tit until his mouth opened and she slid her nipple back in.
“There we are, my poor, stupid dumb dumb. Just suck on ms. Gladstone’s big hypnotizing boobie while you listen and obey. It’s all you can do because I’m in control, and you’re too dumb think for yourself.”
Her voice was even softer and sweeter and had moved into full on baby talk.
The separation between how she sounded and what she was saying split him open even wider than before, and on an even deeper level. His identity had crumbled, his free will was broken, and he had been regressed to the point that Shirely Gladstone had free reign over rewriting every memory in his head, and mapping herself over every emotion and desire he had.
“I don’t know how you’ve managed so long on your own, dummy, you’re too stupid to own a home or function like an adult. You’ve been faking it so long, and so hard that you just need to let go of the illusion and accept that you’re helpless without me. Totally helpless and too dumb to function without me, that’s why you need me here. You need me to live here with you, and you need to do anything and everything to make me happy, since you just can’t function without me and my big, hypnotizing boobies.”
She slid her nipple out of his docile mouth, “Repeat after me, I need Ms. Gladstone to live with me, because I’m too dumb to function without her.”
He mumbled the words, and a sliver of awareness saw her pinching her nipples as he did.
“Say it again, louder and more clearly.”
“I need Ms. Gladstone to live with me,” talking, really talking, forced him to become more consciously aware, just aware enough to actually hear himself finish saying, “because I’m too dumb to function without her.”
The words were all wrong.
This wasn’t who he was.
None of this was right.
Nick’s eyes were closed, and he was trying to think, trying to sport through the smothering, cloying, softness of her massive tits.
Then she whispered, “Cum for me.”
His cock twitched and his hips rocked as she smothered him with her tits again.
The world faded to black.
“...and opening your eyes now, feeling refreshed and focused, peaceful, calm, and collected…”
Nick opened his eyes and saw the bright, happy gleam in Shirley Gladstone’s ice blue eyes. ‘There you are. How do you feel?”
“I uh… was that, I don’t remember anything, is that natural?”
Her naked tits, full and beautiful, perfect and marvelous, bounced steadily up and down and up down down…
His eyelids were getting heavy… heavy like her tits…
“For some subjects it can be, but not always.” She cupped them and pressed them together as she rode him steadily, and he watched as the pocket watch necklace disappeared between her tits. “But it can happen when you’re very deep in trance, very deep inside me. Every time I take you inside me, I take away your memory and time disappears, just like…”
The pocket watch vanished between her pressed together breasts.
“All your memories of your life before me, and all your memories of being anything except my deeply hypnotized love slave. You will only remember being my horny, stupid love slave, who only cums when I tell him to, and who only cums for me. Your life is only working hard for me, and pleasing me. Working hard is going to be so easy, because obedience is easier than choice, so you’ll just do what you’re told. And any time you try and resist, which will happen naturally, you’ll just remember that being hypnotized by me makes you happy, and makes your life easier.”
She still had her hands pressed to her breasts, but she was periodically showing, then hiding the pocket watch, making his memory form, then fade over and over, breaking him down, and breaking his faculties for short term and long term memory to pieces, until she put them back together in her image.
“And you really do need me to make your life easier, because you’ve always needed me to be in control. You’re just young, dumb, and full of cum, and you’ve always needed a smarter, wiser, older, more experienced woman like me to control you, tell you what to do, and make you feel good. And nothing feels better than obeying me, especially because you can only cum for me, and only cum on command. So, why don’t you just remember that you have no thoughts in your head, just cum, and cum inside me now.”
He stared at the pocket watch as he bucked up into her and howled in release.
‘That’s right, cumming your memories of ever cumming with or for anyone else deep inside me. Every time I take you inside me, I take away your memory and time disappears, just like…”
She had finally broken him for the day and the night, physically and mentally, but her hooks were in him, and he was just as suggestible and impressionable as she knew he’d be. Her last slave was spent, his mind a sloppy mess of her influence, deteriorated by her brainwashing to the point of worthlessness and incompetence. Plus, all his money was gone, both to her and to the institution, which had come and picked him up.
The reprogramming wing at Brookridge wasn’t actually there to make people better, it was there to make the women like Shirely more skilled at controlling minds. Putting a brain back together, making sure there were no loose ends, was the only way to ensure that everyone stayed safe, and secret, especially when their target ran out of value.
Shirely had been a “patient” there once, long ago. A woman worn down by her job, ground down by the burdens she’d taken on herself, and in need of help. Little did she know that while her problems were real, her referral to Brookridge was a recruiting operation.
While she was there she was slowly indoctrinated, gently, and tenderly. The women caring for her understood her needs, and they all knew how talented a hypnotist she was. And slowly, so slowly she didn’t realize it until looking back, they brainwashed her into wanting to do what they did… which she knew just meant it was something that a part of her agreed with.
But then again, how could she not want what was being offered?
She asked herself that again, as she often did, and when she felt the thought form, she felt a heat between her legs, the same heat and raw sexual pleasure she felt whenever she made a slave obey… especially when she made them repeat her commands.
Shirely started to finger herself, slowly, as she thought about what would happen next for the newest one. Nick wasn’t special, he wasn’t much more than middle class, but that wasn’t the point. The point was control, consolidation, and coordination. The more slaves they could amass, the more sleeper agents, the more drones, the more opportunities there were to influence, undermine, and take over places of power.
Shirely’s mind wandered, drawn to thoughts of seducing, preying upon, and destroying younger men… molding them in her image, eradicating their egos by regressing them and playing on their natural, primal desire for breasts.
It wasn’t really her thoughts, Shirley had never thought of the world that way, but it felt too good not to just follow the thrill and the pleasure of accepting that reality. After all, she lived the reality every day, and every day it just felt better and better, until she couldn’t stop thinking about her current brainwashed slave, or the next one.
And she knew that of course the ideas had been hypnotically implanted and brainwashed into her, but she also knew, again, that if she accepted them then, like all the boys she broke with the same logic, that it must have been what she really wanted deep down inside.
God, she wished Nick was still functional, her pussy was aching to hear him say her name, and tell him that she was in control.
She had to be in control.
If she wasn’t in control, then she was the one being controlled.
But she wasn’t being controlled because this was just what she wanted.
Her fingers worked frantically, one hand easing her clit, the other fingering herself until the white flash of orgasm washed away all her thoughts and reset her mind to where it wanted to be.
Where it needed to be.
Shirely Gladstone needed this, because she was a brilliant, powerful, dominant, older woman, and all men were just young, dumb, and full of cum on the inside.
Why did she have to be so good at this? Why did she have to break him so thoroughly tonight?
Her fingers started to go to work again, and her mind wandered back to the moment she saw his eyelids fluttering in the audience…
