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Never Had a Chance
🕑 Added 2025-11-14 06:51:56 +0000 UTCThis story was a commission, which I'm taking again, but only if I like the idea/am inspired by it. I'm still figuring out how to not fuck myself over, which is why this one is only for sale.
Themes: FD, FM, Extreme Titnosis, Multiple Hypnotists, Brainwashing
Synopsis: A young man has his life redirected by a series of buxom women that all seem to want their version of what's best for him.
Never Had a Chance
Femdom Mesmerism Story
It all started back in college…
“Hey, there,” he looked up from his book as two massive tits in a pale green dress with a plunging neckline adorned by white trim, and long, wavy red hair loomed over his face, “what are you reading?”
He was at a buddy’s place, couch surfing and crashing for a few days since his new place wasn’t quite ready, and it was kind of a pain in the ass for everyone, especially since it was mid semester, but that’s just how things went.
The tits were still there, as he was reclined on said couch, reading a book on abnormal psychology for class, and whomever this woman was, had her hands on the arm of the couch by his head and was leaning in to get a better look.
He was going to answer her, but before he could, she said, “Oh, I read this, it’s good stuff. I mean, it’s all pretty remedial, and very down the middle, but it’s good enough, especially for basically a text book.”
The boobs disappeared, “I’m guessing you did all your boring requirements first and are knocking your electives out now?”
He sat up and looked at the mystery woman with the huge tits, and they were just as big when they weren’t in danger of pushing down over his face and smothering him… which might not be the worst thing.
Her dress was something a hippie, or someone going for hippie chíc would go for, and it had a flowing skirt with white trim. It was a kind of hippie meets medieval peasant… a peasant dress, the name came to him as he caught himself staring at her deep cleavage.
Her hair was down, and it was long, very long, and her soft, honey brown eyes met his with a smile when he looked up. She was cute, cute enough at least, with a round face that might have been soft and plain, but she radiated confidence and that, with her tits, made it a pretty face. She was older, maybe late 20s, probably early 30s… and she was also barefoot, and wearing various bracelets, and bangles, and it looked like at least two necklaces were tucked into her cleavage.
“Hi,” she held out her hand, “I’m Aurora, I’m the owner. How’s the couch?”
“Owner?” He put his book down and shook her hand as he asked, “Like, this is your house?”
“Yeah,” she took his hand in both her hands, “the house, and everything in it, like the couch. I’m glad we could help you out for a few days, you must be so stressed.”
She was still shaking his hand, but only with one hand now, “I mean, mid semester, things not going right, sleeping on an old couch. I bet you’re barely hanging in there aren’t you, like, you just wish you could unplug and relax right?”
Aurora put her free hand on his elbow, as she kept shaking his hand, and it felt like something was going to happen, but she just kept talking. “I mean, even if you don’t recognize that there’s a lot happening in your life right now, there is, especially, as you probably know, subconsciously.”
There was something about the way she was holding his arm and shaking his hand, and the way she was talking to him, standing closer and closer, crowding into his space, and as she started talking again, she was cupping his elbow, pulling his arm closer to her and pushing back, and he had no idea what to do or say.
“The subconscious is smarter and dumber than the conscious mind, it knows some things, it can be almost psychic, or maybe even fully psychic depending on how you look at things, like if you look at me, you might assume I believe in the psychic power of the human mind, but, when you look at me, or anyone, but when you especially look at me…”
She was pulling him in closer every time she said ‘look at me’...
“That’s your conscious mind making an assumption, while unconsciously, you’re starting to associate the words look at me, with this pulling motion, and your subconscious is going to start associating those words together, but it won’t know why I’m doing these things, while if you had conscious understanding of something, your conscious mind could recognize and put words to something you’re feeling…”
He was starting to have a hard time keeping up with what she was saying.
“But just, look at me,” there was no tug this time, and she let go of his hand and his arm, and it felt like he had been right on the verge of something, but whatever it was, it was gone. “I’m just standing here, blabbing at you about stuff you’re probably tired of talking about or thinking about. I can see it in your eyes, really, you were getting a little glassy and distant, and don’t you think it’s okay to just zone out sometimes? Like when you’re bored, or tired? And I’m just a strange woman talking your ear off while you were reading, distracting you from what you were trying so hard to focus on. Anyway,...”
While she had been talking at him, she’d started fishing out one of the necklaces that was down between her tits, and out slid a simple, clear, oblong crystal. She had been rubbing the chain between her fingers making the crystal spin as it dangled from her hand, in front of her tits for the last half of whatever it was she’d just been saying to him.
“Sorry, I fidget, and I talk too fast, and I say too much,” and it was hard not to get distracted by the crystal, and her breasts, and the way the crystal was right there in front of her breasts. “I can tell I’m making you bored and tired, because you’re already spread so thin, and it just gets harder for you to have to keep on focusing, and adjusting, and adjusting your focus…”
The crystal dropped from her fingers as she started to gesticulate, and as it fell, he watched it land in front of her breasts, and he felt himself blink. His eyelids were suddenly heavy, and he felt a wave of sleepiness come over him.
“But just look at me,” her hand was moving back and forth above her breasts as she talked, above the crystal, and he found himself moving a little closer to her. “Just look at me,” he moved closer still, not a step, just barely a shuffle, “you look like you’re right about to fall asleep on your feet, like you’re about to fall into a deep, deep sleep right here on your feet, and I’m still just talking and talking, while your mind’s wandering back to your book, and what I was saying, and you’re so overwhelmed, and it’s so hard to think…”
He was blinking more, and felt unsteady on his feet, like he just wanted to sit down, or lie down.
“So hard to think, and you just look at me still talking, still pulling your focus, still command your focus when you look at me.” He was even closer to her now, and now her hand was making a pulling motion as she said, “Look at me, just look at me, look at me now.”
He was dazed and confused and couldn’t think straight, and he was so close to her now that he felt her breasts pressing into his chest as she hugged him close, very close and whispered “Sleep” into his ear.
“That’s right, sleep now, eyes closing, body sinking, deep sleep for me now. You’re in my house and you will follow my rules. You are in my house and you will obey my commands, deep sleep now.”
He collapsed down onto the couch with her guidance, and she straddled him.
He felt her weight on top of him, and felt how easy it was to just sit there with his eyes closed, but he couldn’t let himself stay that way. Things were too weird to simply just be happening, and he forced his eyes open.
“What… what are you…” She was looking down at him, smiling and stroking his face.
“No, no, no, we listen to instructions, we don’t ask questions until the end. So just look at me and listen closely.”
He pushed back on the couch, not to try and get her off of him, but to move closer to her, his head moving towards her breasts. He didn’t have to move far as she leaned in close and pushed her tits into his face.
“Good, that’s it, just like that. You’re tired of thinking, tired of processing, tired of being off balance, wondering what’s going to come next, and what you’re going to do about it. It’s natural to be worn out by all of that, the human mind can only take so much, the human psyche can only endure so much wear and tear, and so much anxiety.”
She sat up straight on him and took his head in both her hands, “Look at me.”
He felt his head trying to move towards her, but she held him where he was, still straddling him, still pinning him. “That’s right, you feel yourself drawn to me, you feel my power, my attraction, and you’ve felt it since you first saw me, since you first heard my voice. There’s something magnetic about me, something deep in your psyche that is drawn to me, and when you look at me, you feel the desire to be near me, to be close to me, and for me to hold you, just like I’m holding you now.”
He let out a little sigh as his body trembled, everything she was saying felt so true, and she was slowly grinding on him. “You want to be close to me, you want to stay in this place,” her dress fell from her shoulders, then her bra, and he sat there staring at her pale, huge, naked tits and the crystal that hung in front of them. “Now that you’re here, you never want to leave. Now that you feel how easy it is to just listen, you always want to follow my voice. Look at me and listen, look and listen, and just let go of everything.”
As his head moved forward, this time she let it happen and cradled his head to her breast, guiding his mouth to a nipple and then holding him there.
“I want you to listen,” she was still grinding on him and he was getting harder and harder, “I want you to be happy.”
She moaned and he groaned, and she repeated herself, “I want you to listen, I want you to be happy.”
Again, she moaned, more intensely this time, and he groaned as he felt his balls start to ache.
“I want you to listen,” her voice was tinged with sexual pleasure, “I want you to be happy.”
Those words sounded so good, it made him happy to hear her voice.
“Listening more makes your life better, listening to me more makes you happier.”
He was fading out as she kept whispering, stroking his head and grinding on him as he sucked on her tits.
“When you listen to me, you’re happy and feel like you can do anything. When you listen to me, you feel happy and focused. When you listen to me, and let me think for you, your life is better, you’re better, you’re happier. And you want to be happy, so you want to listen. You want your life to be easier, so you want me to think for you.”
He’d never been much of a wet-dreamer, and he didn’t tend to blow his load quickly, but something about what she was doing had him on the edge of cumming in his pants. Whatever was happening, which he didn’t really know, understand, and wouldn’t really remember, was making his whole body melt into pleasure, and throb with the need to release.
“Just listen to me,” she stood up and her dress fell away, revealing that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, ”stand up and strip naked. You’ll feel so happy showing me that cock.”
God, she was right, it felt so good to just do what she said, and he was standing there in the living room, naked, with her. A lot of people lived in the house, anyone could be home at any moment, but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was listening to her.
She turned around, braced herself on the arm of the couch and looked over her shoulder, “Fuck me till you’re empty.”
He slid himself into her and started thrusting and pumping, hard and fast and desperate to cum. “Now tell me you’ll always listen, tell me you want to be happy.”
His mouth started moving with the same almost involuntary focus and intensity as his hips. “I want to listen, I want to be happy.”
In and out, harder and faster, over and over he thrust and chanted until his cum was pumping into her and she was moaning in bliss and encouraging him with soft words that didn’t seem to have any form.
Then he melted into nothing.
Life took strange turns, and he didn’t really know why he changed his major to business, and why he suddenly abandoned things he always thought he would do with his life, but the changes made him happy, including living simply, even for a student, in rented room in the house he’d started by couch surfing at. Things that used to matter stopped mattering, things he used to want, stopped having their appeal, and instead he became serious… focused and serious.
Then, things changed again.
“Hello,” he looked up from the desk in his room and saw a woman he’d never seen before. “My name is Eva, I’m moving into the empty room down the hall, you must be…”
He was going to answer her, but his words got lost between his brain and his mouth. She was an older woman, maybe her mid 40s, maybe even older, being young, he didn’t know, and she was striking, with thick, luscious, dark brown hair piled up on top of her head, dark brown eyes, eyes that were deep and warm, and…
And tits that were the size of his head, huge tits barely contained by her black blouse.
Nothing about her made sense.
“I’m only staying for a while, it would hardly make sense for me to live in a house full of college students. You must be party animals.”
“We’re, um…” he still hadn’t told her his name, “we’re… everyone here is… quiet… it’s a quiet house.”
“Oh, that’s good to hear,” she took a step into his room, “that’s what she said, Aurora, she’s a lovely woman, isn’t she?”
He nodded and felt a warm little rush because every time he talked to Aurora, he just felt so good getting to listen to her and talk to her. She wasn’t around much, but it felt so good to spend time with her. She’d been such a wonderful guide, and so wise…
“I’m so lucky to live here, Aurora is a wonderful woman.” Those words came so easily to him, they just felt right, and he saw Eva smile and those deep, dark eyes sparkle.
“She really is,” Eva walked into the room and closed the door behind her, “isn’t she?”
Suddenly he was cornered in his own room, and he felt the need to repeat those words again, “I’m so lucky to live here, Aurora is a wonderful woman.”
Saying that just felt right.
“I’m so proud of her, she’s accomplished so much since I first met her. She really has a way with people, doesn’t she?” She was close to him now, just a few steps away, standing between him and the door, demanding his focus, pushing into his personal space more and more with every second. “I always saw so much potential in her, so much natural ability to connect. I always wondered how she would apply herself. But, you’re about to graduate, aren’t you?”
He nodded, “This year. Yes, I…” Eva who was average height, and seemed much larger due to her hair being piled up, her heels making her taller, and her breasts that made him feel very small and very horny, was dominating his room, his focus, and apparently his ability to speak, as he just trailed off, staring at her tits as they threatened to spill out of that blouse.
She had darker skin, tanned olive toned, like she was from the Mediterranean, and a Roman nose. There was an effortlessness to her beauty that made him wonder how much time she spent giving herself that ‘natural appearance, or of that actually was her natural appearance, but the thought didn’t last long, as her voice, smooth and effortlessly commanding, pulled him back into her world.
“We should talk about your future, you know, you and I. I’m sure you’re very smart, but you aren’t very wise, and it can’t be helped. And I bet you think you’re tired of classes, and tired of learning. I bet you feel like your brain is just about full,” her hand moved up to her chest, but he didn’t need any help remembering those tits were there, they were so big they were practically in his face.
“I bet it just feels so full,” her voice dropped ever so slightly, becoming softer and more inviting as she caressed her breast, “full to bursting, and all you want is a little bit of relief, don’t you?”
Her hand moved across her cleavage, gently, and while it seemed like maybe it could have been an absent minded motion, it didn’t feel like it was, and it felt like the harder he was trying not to stare at her tits, the harder he was getting, and the harder it was also getting to look away.
“In fact, you’re probably so tired now that it feels like everything you hear in class is just going in one ear and out the other. I bet it feels like your mind is getting emptier and emptier the more you hear, isn’t that right, young man?”
Even as he stared at her tits, his mind feeling slow all of a sudden, he felt like he was being lectured by a stern but caring teacher, or maybe a…
She moved her hand away from her chest as she took a small step closer to him, and he couldn’t remember what he was thinking, because her tits seemed to bounce and jiggle with every little shift of her body, and the more they moved, the more he stared.
“See, even now, your mind is just so full,” she was so close to him and her breasts were swaying, back and forth, back and forth as she moved her hips ever so slightly, “that you’re hardly even hearing what I’m telling you.”
He stood there, staring at her, heavy, warm breasts, swaying and bouncing ever so slightly, unaware that she wasn’t actually asking questions, unaware of how glassy his eyes were becoming, or that his jaw had loosened. He stood there, watching her breasts and only her breasts, swaying, bouncing, and jiggling, dumbstruck and passive.
“Just look at me, talking to you like this, and you’re politely trying to listen, but you’re obviously so full, so very full that it has to be hard, so very hard to be so tired, so tired and sleepy, so overwhelmed and overloaded with the need to rest, and relax…”
He’d felt himself stand up and take a small step towards her before he realized what he was doing. And something about it felt familiar, but distant and foggy.
“You just want to rest, and relax, but your mind feels so full,” back and forth those huge tits swayed, back and forth ever so slightly and gently, “so full of tension, so full of stress, so full of pressure, you’re so pent up aren’t you? So pent up, but you need a rest, don’t you? So pent up that it’s hard to think, so pent up that you feel a little dumb now, don’t you?”
He did, and his head nodded.
“It’s okay, I know what it’s like to feel like you won’t remember anything at all, I know that warm, heavy, big soft feeling of your brain just going dumb with warm, sleepiness, so warm and sleepy that you’re just feeling your mind absorbing and processing information even as you feel like you’re drifting, too pent up and tired to understand,” it was one of those waist tie blouses, and as she gently swayed back and forth, she started to unfasten it. “And it feels like the more I say, the less you hear, and the less you hear, the less you think, because you feel so dumbed down with warm, heavy sleepiness, and it’s okay. It’s like when you’re in class and you can’t take it anymore, and your mind just… turns…”
Her blouse fell open and those huge tits were right there, impossibly big, natural breasts that spilled out in their full nakedness as she said, “Off.”
And just like that, he was lost in more than a daze, “I want to talk to you about your future young man.” Her hands were on his belt, unbuckling it and pulling his pants down. “And you want to listen to me, because you want to be happy, and only I can make you feel that way. Only I can make you happy, only I can show you how to be truly happy.”
She sounded like a teacher now, or an authority, maybe even like…
“You… what are…” his hard cock was in her soft hands, and her huge breasts were still swaying as she barely moved her shoulders back and forth. He was fighting for words, fighting for ideas. She sounded so familiar, this felt so familiar, but different. “Not… not Aurora… not The Owner.”
She started tugging him, gently, softly, slowly. “Good boy, I’m not, but that’s okay. These are my words, the words I put in her mind, the words I shared with her to share with you. Everything she said to you, she whispered in your ear for me. It was like I was speaking through her, speaking to you all along, but you stopped listening as much as you should have… you stopped being happy, so now I’m here to put you on the right track and keep you there and make you so very happy all over again.”
She shifted to giving him long twisting strokes, “Listen as best you can while all that tension and exhaustion is built up in your brain. You’re so tired, so tired of thinking, and learning, and trying, so tired of wondering what comes next, wondering what you’re going to do when you’re all done… play with my tits, okay, reach up and play with them now.”
That was what he was going to do next, play with those massive breasts, and as his hands moved up to her tits to try and heft them and fondle them, to press into them and massage them, he let out a little whimper as something deep inside him gave up. He couldn’t remember it, but it was the same thing that broke the first time he fucked Auroa over the side of the couch, railing her for all he was worth, mindless, brainless, oblivious and dissassociated while he did so, pumping cum into her, pumping himself into her sway.
The sound he made, the sound of the distance and growth back into himself he’d slowly been experiencing over the last year being broken down and wiped away, made moan, “Good boy, see how much better you feel when you listen. Now play with my nipples and feel your happiness growing bigger and stronger.”
There wasn’t any choice to it, his fingers moved to start softly pinching and twisting her nipples, and she left out a soft, contented sigh, “Yes, just keep listening, just like that.Play with them and show me how well you listen…”
She stopped stroking him, but it didn’t matter, he was rock hard and already tender with pent up pleasure and pressure. She moved her hand to start rubbing her thumb at the top of his exposed cock, and her finger under it, making him moan and quiver, starting and stopping, causing him to start to leak just a little bit of pre-cum.
“Listen to me, and do what you’re told, just like when we tell you to look at me, and you do what we say.”
He felt completely empty and completely locked in, and her tits were just too big for one hand each, at least standing up. He just felt his hands sink into their softness, and while it was easy to play with her large nipples he found himself shifting to grab on huge breast with both hands.
“That’s right, just play with them and listen, show me how you listen, now suck…”
He moved his mouth to her breast, holding its heft on both hands, and started to softly suck on her huge nipple. “Suck on my nipple, my poor, sleepy boy, my poor overwhelmed little boy.”
Her massive tits jutted out far enough where when he bent to suck on the, his cock slid away from her touch, but as it did, as he felt her nipple in his mouth, it felt like he was right on the edge of cumming all over her hand.
“That’s right, show me how well you listen and follow instruction,” her hands pressed to the back of his head, “show me how well you listen and obey. Just listen and obey like a good boy.”
He was melting more and more into the moment, and somewhere inside him, in his awareness, a curtain was coming down.
“Listen, obey, and be my good boy.” She pushed his head to her other breast, and as he sucked on her nipple, tenderly and obediently, he started to lose time. HIs eyes closed and he was lost in warm darkness, mindlessly sucking as she spoke, and the last thing he consciously heard was, “When you’re a good boy, you get rewards. When you’re a good, obedient boy who does what he’s told, you get to feel good. Every horny little boy like you knows that when you obey, when you’re a good boy, you get good things. And when you disobey and rebel, you feel bad and get punished…”
He heard himself talking, woken up by his own voice but still in a dream. He was mumbling, “I’m a good boy, I do what I’m told. I’m an obedient boy, I hear and obey.”
He was on the edge of his bed with his cock between her tits, and as his vision cleared, his mouth kept moving, his voice stayed quietly, desperately repeating until his breath caught in his throat, his hips bucked, and she smiled.
“Look at me.”
She looked deep into his eyes as his hips bucked forward and he shot cum into her impossibly deep cleavage, cumming harder than he’d ever cum before, trying to keep repeating, but physically unable to as he collapsed into himself.
“Good boy,” she scooped a bit of his cum from between her breasts and licked it off her finger, “sleepy time now. Nap time for my boobie boy, time to sleep, and when we take our naps like good boobie boys, like good little boobie babies, we remember to forget and forget to remember.”
She walked out of his room as he melted… not fell… not drifted… melted into darkness.
Grad school hadn’t seemed like what he wanted until one morning he woke up and realized it was exactly what was next for him. It meant extending out his time in undergrad to make up for his lack of planning, but his grades were good, and it was easy to do what he needed to ensure he’d get in, or at least have a really good shot at it.
So, he spent another year living in Aurora’s house, and for a while he saw her almost every day, and they talked constantly. She became much more of a presence in his life, and was invaluable in helping him figure out just what to do and where to go. It was easy. Everything he had been worried about fell away into a series of easy conversations and choices.
Everything that loomed up in front of him, all the hard steps out into full adulthood were pushed out just a little bit further, and it made him so happy. He was so happy, and it was so easy to just be happy and let Aurora help him.
Then, he was off to grad school, moving out leaving town, and starting the next phase of his life. He thought at first that he would miss Aurora, his strange, wonderful friend, but somehow he knew he wasn’t going to miss her. She was always so gentle with him, when she told him he was ready, he just knew she was right.
Life was so much easier when he listened to Aurora, and sometimes it seemed like he didn’t know what he was going to do without her, but… but Aurora’s friend Eva, the woman who had stayed in the house for a short time, and then came to visit a few times throughout the year, made a suggestion to him…
A strange suggestion…
But Eva said she would be able to find someone willing to listen, if he was willing to consider it…
“Hi,” Ingrid Yuen, the young woman who came to his door was, well, she was gorgeous. Black hair, hazel eyes, soft dark skin, round features, firm body, and tremendously busty. “Uh, thank you for… for coming to talk to me…”
She smiled and her eyes were warm, and seemed slightly empty almost, “Well,” she step into his apartment and her voice was soft and round and full as her breasts were, and her breasts were like something out of a porno, especially on her frame. As she stood in his place, he got a better look at her, more so, he got a better look at what she had on display.
Tight leggings, a top that was somewhere between a sports bra and a tank top, and a light pink hoodie. She looked like she could have been going to the gym, or really anything, and she smiled as she felt his eyes on him, and when she smiled, her eyes seemed to show a flash of something… something he couldn’t quite place, but as he stared deep into her eyes there was something contagiously calming in the hint of glassy eyed calm he saw there…
“So, uh, Ingrid, a friend suggested I call you because…”
Ingrid nodded, “You need a babysitter, right? But, I don’t see any kid stuff around.”
“Yeah,” he rubbed his head and felt awkward,” maybe we should sit down to talk a out this.”
“Okay,” she smiled and answered with a surprising amount of pep. She also sat down next to him on the couch, very close to him.
“I um, I’ve realized I struggle with… I get kind of… my undergrad experience was… I mean, you know how it can be… Anyway, I just, I don’t know…”
She took off her hoodie and sat there facing him, her breasts jutting out, her lean muscled body almost fully on display, her eyes going soft, so very soft, like part of her was starting to drift, and when she spoke, her voice was as soft and floaty as her eyes, “You need… you need an adult babysitter, don’t you?”
“It’s so weird to say out loud, and it’s so weird to hear you say it, and… maybe I shouldn’t, I’m sorry, I…”
In that moment of doubt, of surreal, disorienting, overpowering doubt, everything in his life felt like it was on the verge of collapsing. Nothing made sense. Nothing in the last few years made many sense at all, and now he was in grad school, and talking to this woman whose name he was given by the strange, sexy woman his old landlord… who seemed to kind of rule his life… knew?
What was happening?
“Shhhhh,” she reached out and took his hand in hers, patting in between her hands gently, “it’s okay. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s okay to just need someone to take care of you. It feels good to be taken care of, to be looked after, doesn’t it? And it doesn’t matter if you’re a big boy or a little boy, sometimes you just need a woman to make you feel nice and safe, and nice and cared for, don’t you? You just relax and stop worrying, and I can tell you what I can do for you, okay?”
It was weird, she was talking to him like a child, and like an adult she was going to make a business arrangement with, and it seemed like it was happening through her, like there were parts of her that were going on automatic, and she was just experiencing them.
But as he stared into her eyes, her calm, placid, glassy eyes, they seemed to start to pull him in. And the warmth of her touch, and the presence of her deep cleavage started to drain the tension and confusion out of him physically and mentally.
“See,” she had a very pretty voice and a very soft touch, “this feels nice, doesn’t it? All you have to do right now is listen, and I can tell you what I’ll be able to do for you, and how I’ll be able to help you. All you’ll have to do is listen, and relax, and eventually, just do what I say. And I promise, you’ll feel so much better doing what you’re told, it’ll be so much easier for you.”
She had a soft, pleasant voice, smooth and easy to listen to, and she moved her arms to press her tits together making the valley of her cleavage narrow into soft, warm flesh. “I can tell that it’s what you really need, to not have to think about all the little choices, and maybe some of the big ones. To let your mind quiet down and not think about what to eat, or when to go to bed, to just be able to take a break, to let yourself be cared for, isn’t that right?”
She still sounded… detached, and dreamy almost, and it made her soft voice even more pacifying, like something in her own gentle, somewhat monotonous resignation to her own words, made him feel more placid and more comfortable as well.
“I can just..” she let go of his hand and took off her hoodie, leaving her there, huge breasts barely contained in her bra/shirt, showing off her lean, muscular body. “See it in your eyes, your sleepy, heavy eyes, you’re just a sleepy boy, aren’t you? A sleepy, exhausted boy who just needs to be cared for, and I know how to take care of sleepy boys.”
She adjusted her top ever so slightly, drawing more of his attention to her chest, pulling on the bottom of it and gently cupping under her breasts, “It’s perfectly natural to feel so drained, and to seek out care and comfort, and if you’re feeling comforted by me and comfortable with me, like your tired, heavy, sleepy eyes are showing me, then I know I’ll be able to take good care of you as you just let yourself go with it and do what you’re told, okay?”
He was floating on the edge of awareness, barely grasping what she was saying, but those tits were jiggling ever so softly, and there really was something about her energy, something familiar, like he’d heard these words before, or felt the way she seemed to be feeling.
Whatever it was, it was on top of the fact she was clearly playing with her own massive breasts, and he couldn’t look away from them… he could also barely keep his eyes ope.
She adjusted the small zipper at the front of her top, unzipping it half way, making her tits spill out just a little more, and as he watched her and listened to her. Like her voice, there was something robotic about the motion, but there was also a little smile on her face and little sparkle of something in her glassy eyes.
The zipper was there just to narrow and tighten the support of the bra, or top, he didn’t know if it was one or the other, or both, and with it pulled down, he wondered how she’d managed to pull it up in the first place.
He sat there, completely transfixed by her breasts and the sound of her voice as she said, “We all need different releases, and different forms of comfort, and there are things we all struggle with, and it’s natural to reach out to something comforting, someone what will just make everything else fade away when you’re with her, who you can trust to guide you, to help you, who you can just surrender your control to, and know that you’ll be safe and happy under their control…”
She was massaging her breasts with a slightly jerky and monotonous rhythm, and then it seemed like she forgot what she was doing and sat there silently for a moment, just squeezing her tits, staring off into nothing as that little smile grew wider. As she sat there like that, and he sat there staring, he started to feel the world come back into focus, and the absence of her voice made his mind start to clear.
Ingrid, he barely remembered her name, sat there playing with her tits like she was in some kind of trance, and then her hands started to move more vigorously and steadily again, as she seemed to vaguely notice him staring. “Some people just need to give up the control that comes from adulthood, they need to just relax their hold on their lives and let someone else do all the grown up thinking. And I can do all the grown up thinking for you since you’re just so sleepy and tired, so sleepy, so very sleepy and tired.”
Her titles jiggled and bounced as she played with them, and as she pushed them together again while his eyelids started to slutter, she said, “You’re too sleepy to think my sleepy big boy. Too tired to think at all, so you’ll just be a good boy for me and listen, and let go, and just let me guide you where you need to be.” she moaned softly and her voice trailed off for a second, “Uh-huh?”
He made his own un-huh sound as he nodded along with her and the breasts that were moving so softly in her hands, still constrained by her bra.
“I think you’re probably getting closer to bed time, aren’t you? Especially since you’ve had such a big day, haven’t you? You’ve been so busy, and you invited me over, and now you’re just so tuckered out, aren’t you, my sleepy boy?”
He had a flimsy, flickering moment of realization.
Even though she was a couple of years younger than him, she’d become, oddly, fully, and robotically maternal, and he couldn’t deny that he was feeling very sleepy all of a sudden. He was keenly aware that he was lost in the sound of her voice, captivated by her tits, and being both nurtured and bossed around.
And he was also aware, but only for a moment, that he couldn’t do anything about it…
… and that it was all very familiar.
“But you’re a big boy, and it’s too early for sleepy time, so let’s just talk a little more, and maybe when your eyelids get too heavy, you can just close them, and drift a little, because we both know you’ll still hear everything I say,” the steady detached cadence of her voice, the warm, condescending tone, and the sight of her tits almost spilling out as she pulled the zipper down to its base was turning his foggy, dreamy mind mind into mush and his cock into stone.
“Yes, you’ll be a good boy and remember everything I say, even as those eyes get heavier…” she pushed her tits together and he just sat there, his thought process a few steps behind his situation and lagging further as his cock got harder and his body got heavier and sleepier, “and heavier, because everything gets so heavy…” she pushed them up and together and let them fall and drop, still constrained by her bra, “when my big boy gets so sleepy. And some boys get cranky and disobey when they get sleepy, but not my big boy…”
She popped a single tit out and straddled him as he sat there, transfixed by her breast, his mind completely pacified by her lilting, dreamy yet condescending voice. “No, my big boy is always so well behaved isn’t it? Because when he’s a good boy…”
She pressed her breast to his mouth and held his head, “Suck.”
She let out a little gasp as he obeyed, “When he’s a good boy, he gets his treats. Every little boy needs to learn that lesson, and every big boy needs to be reminded. And I think I need to teach your little boy that when it obeys, it gets wonderful, special rewards.”
She sat back, moving her tit from his mouth, and pulled off her top, ‘And every big boy is secretly controlled by the little boy between his legs. And since you feel like you’ve got a nice, big little boy there, and because you’re a big boy that needs some special relief before bedtime, just like all big boys do, I’m going to teach you my rules tonight.”
She slid down between his legs, pulled out his cock, and started sucking, “Rule number one is that when Babysitter Ingrid is over, only she gets to play with you. So no touching and no releasing yourself when I’m taking care of you. If I’m in charge of you, then I’m in charge of this part of you too…”
He whimpered and she gave his cock a long sucking kiss, “Say ‘Yes Miss Ingrid’ so I know you understand.
“Yes Miss Ingrid.” He did what he was told, and it was so easy… so much easier than thinking, and as a reward, she moved to wrap her huge tits around his hard, slicked up cock, and started to massage them, tit fucking him slowly.
“I’ll do everything to take care of you on the days you hire me. I’ll tell you what to do, and when, and I’ll put you to bed just the way big boys like you need to, and I’ll even put you down for special naps, and make sure you take good care of your room, and everything else, and all you have to do is listen and obey…”
She moaned as she said those words, “Listen and obey Miss Ingrid…”
His cock was aching and leaking, his balls were tight and his mind was mush, dripping and draining down into his cock, but he could see that her eyes were wholly glassy, and he felt her constant, predictable, roboting motions as she kept tit fucking him.
“Listen and obey Miss Ingrid,” she said the words again, “and when you obey, you get to feel good.”
His own eyes finally closed and all he could feel was her warm tits wrapped around his cock, and all he could hear was “Listen and obey Miss Ingrid, and when you obey, you get to feel good.”
Over and over he heard the words, and at first he replied with “Yes Miss Ingrid” every time, until eventually it was hard to speak in complete sentences and he just started mumbling, and as he mumbled, his cock started to get harder, and harder, until finally he was helplessly pumping cum between her tits like a fire hose, gasping and thrusting his heavy, sleepy body until he was spent…
Ingrid was over three days a week, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. On Wednesdays she came over in the evening and made sure he was all caught up on his class work, and would settle him in and put him to bed nice and early. On Friday and Saturday she made sure he was on top of his errands and his cleaning, and would sometimes take him to fun activities, or out to dinner, or the movies, where he would, of course, pay. And sometimes she let him stay up late to just talk with her, and be with her, and listen to her stories…
He didn’t really know what they did together, only that his life was easier now that she was in it, and that made him feel safe and focused. She also explained to him why he wasn’t really allowed to have a girlfriend, because that would distract him and ruin his focus, and his life. She also explained that he couldn’t afford a girlfriend because if he could afford dates, he could afford to have her take care of him more nights.
He never knew why he didn’t argue with her, or why she was always wearing such revealing clothing, but sometimes she would sit very close to him on the couch and talk to him about how proud she was of his hard work, and how draining it all must be. And sometimes he had dreams about her, sexy dreams where she used her big tits to make him feel good, and sometimes even sneak into his room and have sex with him, but those were natural dreams to have about your babysitter.
It was funny, as he got more comfortable and confident in his life, in his studies, and in his work, it seemed like he needed Miss INgrid more and more, and whenever Miss Ingrid was around him, he felt more childish and more desperate to please her… which was weird, because she sometimes seemed detached of slightly out of it, but when she was like that, he always seemed to kind of melt and lose those days… but that didn’t matter either, because he was being very good.
And since he was so good, Miss Ingrid took him to a special show. There was a Lady Hypnotist that was coming to the college, and something about that was strangely exciting, and a little confusing.
Other things were confusing too, they had been since Miss Ingrid had started taking care of him, but any time he was confused, he would talk to Miss Ingrid… even though he thought that maybe there was someone else that used to be in his life… and maybe he used to do things other than study, but since undergrad that was all he had time for… and maybe he wasn’t going to go to grad school at some point, but now, he couldn’t imagine ever thinking that, because…
Because all he had time for and all he wanted to do was study hard, so he could work hard and be successful because…
“Hello everyone,” The woman on the stage wore a little black dress adorned with sparkles that hugged her curves, her massive, heaving cures, and he stared at her, dumbstruck by memories rushing into his mind, and he gasped… so did Miss Ingrid. “I am the Entrancing Eva, and tonight I am going to demonstrate the amazing, and…” she pretended to cover the mic and whisper, "inappropriate power of hypnosis. I know some of you have been to my show before, in fact I was here quite recently, and I see some familiar faces in the audience. So, if you’ve volunteered for my act before, look at me and listen carefully, I know you’d like to join me again, but you’re going to stay in your seats and let other people have their fun, okay?”
Both he and Miss Ingrid, as well as several others had started to rise out of their seats when she said ‘look at me’, but by the time she had finished talking, they’d all sat back down.
So, they sat and watched the show, and part of him couldn’t help but notice that all of the volunteers were all remarkably attractive women that Entrancing Eve had lured out of the audience…
As he sat there watching the show, he drifted into a dreamlike state, dissociating as he watched the beautiful women doing funny, then strange, then progressively more sexual things…
His old landlord, the Owner… his… Owner? Aurora had… had hypnotized him… over and over and over… he, he remembered being constantly hypnotized by her, and used, sexually conditioned, brain and body fucked, over and over…
But… but he’d stopped responding to her control… she’d been controlling him, brainwashing him, and he… he’d tried to… to just move on with his life, be done with college and, and that was when the woman on the stage had shown up in the house. Aurora was one of her recruits, or disciples, or trainees or something, and that became clear when the Eva woman went to work on him.
He could start to remember this woman whispering in his ear over and over, talking to him, filling his mind with new thoughts, different thoughts than what he’d hung his future on, seducing him into changing his mind, fucking him even more thoroughly than her apprentice had, until he was a horny, leaking, powerless mess, unable to stop himself from doing what she’d installed in his mind.
And now… Miss Ingrid sat staring at the stage, her thighs rubbing together, her gaze soft, eyes glassy… and seeing him looking at her, she turned to him slowly, thrusting her chest out, her top leaving almost nothing to the imagination, “Does my sleepy big boy need a nap?”
The world started to go dark.
His vision narrowed on her breasts.
Darkness took him as his eyes closed and he melted into his chair.
There was no escape, and he would find that the rest of his life would be guided by these women, controlled by them, and he would work hard and rise high, not for himself, but to please Eva and her devotees…
He didn’t realize those were the thoughts and words being whispered in his mind, and had been poured into his brain the first time he met Aurora.
“You’ve come so far,” that woman standing at his door was familiar… and it took him a moment to…
“It’s been a few years, but Ingrid has been doing so well that I really haven’t needed to make time for you, my special boy.” She walked into his apartment uninvited, but that was only because he hadn’t been able to speak to invite her in.
Eva.
Entrancing Eva.
The hypnotist.
HYPNOTIST!
“You.” His voice was low, quiet, shocked, and he looked at the woman, her hair piled high, her massive tits once more on display, almost falling out of her black peasant dress. He hadn’t seen this woman since his first year of grad school, the first yeat that Miss Ing… no, Ingrid the young woman that was his adult bay… no, the woman that had seduced him and forced him into a submissive relationship .
Something had happened after grad school, something had happened when he went to work, and the longer he worked, the more time he put in at the office, the more discontent he started to feel, the more disassociated he was from his own life, and the more Ingrid tried to push into his life, the more she tried to compel him to book their sessions, the less he wanted to see her… which was something he couldn’t imagine. Maybe if he had a better idea of what happened when she was with him, maybe if he could more specifically remember…
“Yes,” she took off her long black coat, which did nothing to obscure her massive breasts and handed it to him, “me. How are you?”
“You…” it all made sense now, and he couldn’t believe he hadn’t been able to remember, or put together what had happened… “You know how I am. All of this is your fault, isn’t it?”
“Well,” she put her hand to her chest, “aside from the fact all hypnosis is self-hypnosis, I guess I should say you’re welcome. But, I understand things have been hard for you lately. You’ve been distant, confused, overwhelmed,” her finger started tracing up and down her breast, "haven't you?”
“You… you… did you train Aurora to hypnotize me? Did you have her program me, and then force me to stay in college longer, then go to grad school, and take a job I hate?” He was trying to keep his focus sharp, his mind clear, and fully engaged with all these things that were in his minds, things he knew he had to have known and thought before, things he hadn’t been able to keep track of or associate.
Eva tilted her head sideways and looked at him, her hand frozen on her chest, “This is very impressive, really, it is. You’re the first one to go this long, and this deep into my program and still be able to put it all together. Normally when one of you gets this far, there’s no real reason for you to want to figure things out. By this point, with this much conditioning, you just stare at the huge tits and then all the reasoning becomes muddled and soft, it starts to melt, and you start to lose track of the logic and the clues, little clues that are so hard to find…”
Her finger started moving again, “Getting lost between big breasts… soft breasts… sinking, disappearing, and any time you try and remember, all you remember is big breasts make your brain slow and sleepy.”
He was still holding her coat, staring at her tits, and he felt his jaw loosening and his mind wandering, the edges of his reasoning softening as he stared…
“Stop that…” he tried to shake his head, tried to look away, but all he could do is blink as his eyelids started to flutter, “please, just stop…”
“Oh, but if you stopped where you wanted to, if you stopped when you thought you were supposed to,” she pulled down the hem of her dress and her huge, braless, tits fell out in front of him, massive, and wholly captivating. He just stared at those huge jutting tits and her words hit him as hard as the sight of her breasts. “Well, you wouldn’t be here. Once you were identified as having high potential and low resistance, you were selected to serve me… and… the others. It’s just the best way to maximize your value in life and to turn you into a better version of you.”
Now, as she spoke she just played with her huge tits, “Remember for me now, remember how good it felt to touch and suck and fuck. Touch and fuck and suck. Listen and remember, touch and suck and fuck.”
The coat fell from his hands and he staggered back as his cock throbbed even more fully to life in his pants. Memories assaulted him, more than of just that first night, he remembered other times Eva had visited him, talked to him, seduced him, and fucked him, sucked his cock, and made him cum over and over.
And all he had to do to please her, to keep getting to touch and suck and fuck, not just her, but Aurora and Ingrid, was serve and obey. All he had to do to have purpose in his life, to have pleasure in his life, and to be happy, to be truly happy, was to serve them… to serve her… to put her first, because on his own, by himself, he was directionless… pointless…
“What…” he was just staring at her, his voice barely a whisper. ‘What did you do to me… how did you…”
“Look at me and suck on my nipples.”
He wanted to resist, to deny her, to do anything except obey, but his body moved closer to her, pulled by gravity.
“Please,” he tried so hard, “please stop.”
She traced her finger around one nipple, “You can stop yourself, at least, if you really wanted to. You could stop yourself from obeying right now, but deep down inside this IS what you really want.”
His lips gently closed around her nipple and he felt her hands softly holding him and stroking his head, “I know it’s hard, but you… by yourself, you weren’t going to go far. There are a lot of men like you out there, just missing something that you would really struggle to find on your own, so… well, once I started seeing just how many college boys were like this, I started ‘coaching’ them when they’d stumble into my path when I toured. Then, I realized I can only program so many of you by myself, so I started recruiting young women to help me.”
He was cracking inside. There was a deep, strange, disjointed thing inside of him, something that was buried by the programming, something that never wholly succumbed, and now, it was starting to fracture.
“See,” she just stood there as he sucked on her tit in his living room, feeling layers of pleasure building and mounting, and layers of self dissolving. “Even now, for all your smarts and all your will to resist and push back, ultimately you just need to give in, to take the easy way out, and surrender to me, to surrender to your programming and what you’re really meant to be. Maybe if you’d have met someone, fallen in love maybe, that would have given you the spark, but without that inspiration outside of yourself, you’d be middling and directionless. Now, you’re just an achiever who works so hard for me and my girls, who never has to wonder about love, or happiness, or the meaning of life, because love, happiness, and meaning are just found in obedience, trust me.”
The discordant thing inside him, the thing that had been aggravated by all the stress at work, the thing that had broken Ingrid’s immediate hold on him and made him push her away so effectively, was crumbling, not through sexual arousal, but because what he was saying was true… or it was the kind of thing he’d always been deeply, subconsciously afraid of being true.
And all he had to do was give in and take the easy way out.
All he had to do was live his life in a constant, lingering trance, letting a part of himself just go back to sleep…
“Just let that doubt go back to sleep, just let that sense of self sink and sleep…”
He felt his body going limp, and he was struggling to stay standing, staying in the awkward and demanding position of bending over to worship her tits.
“You want it to end, you want to let it all go, you want to go back, to regress, to finally let the lest wall crumble…” She was holding him in place now and his legs were getting weak while his neck and back were held tight at a demanding angle. “All you have to do, is just let go… let go… touch, suck, fuck, remember… and let go and crumble to pieces.”
He did let go, and he did crumble… down onto his couch. She’d moved him their, guided him there, and as he slumped down on to the couch, she slid out of her dress, she also wasn’t wearing any underwear, and walked over to him.
“The more you look at me, the more impossible it is going to become for you to move now. The more you look at me and feel me pulling you towards me, the less responsive your body is going to become. The more you look at me, the more helpless and heavy your body is going to feel… like it’s out of your control, unable to respond even to the deepest, strongest, oldest trigger you have in your mind… because the more you look at me, the less and less the old you, every part of you that existed before your programming began, has any say in your life. When you look at me, you see that it’s true, when you look at me you see only what you are supposed to do, and not what any part of you wants to do, so just look at me now…”
At first he felt little quivers of involuntary movement through his body every time she said those words, but each time they grew weaker and weaker until, as she stood towering over him, playing with her tits, rolling them gently… hypnotically… keeping his heavy eyelids fluttering and refocusing, gently moving in soft, squishy circles, spiraling… finally, when she said “just look at me now”, the only part of his body that moved was his cock.
“Just look at me now,” she undid his pants, “look at me and feel everything you used to be just melting away, sliding down, deeper down, everything you used to think you were or wanted to be, it’s easy to let that go… much harder…” she stroked his cock, rock hard and bolt upright, already leaking precum, “than letting go of what’s really standing in your way of being happy.”
‘Please, just… please… let me go…” he mumbled the words, struggled to speak them, but his cock was clearly aching for more.
She knelt between his legs and slide his cock between her tits, “That’s not what you want. Nothing I’m doing is stopping you from stopping me. Everything I am saying and doing is just a suggestion for you to accept or deny, and every time you accept one suggestion, you deny the reality that you want me to stop. You could have stopped at any time, you could even stop now, but you don’t want to...”
She was tit fucking him, slowly, and it felt like at any moment he would just explode between those huge tits.
“Not really. All you really want is to just let go of the doubt, the doubt that you can be perfect obedient… the doubt that you can be happy being less than what you think you should be… let go of the doubt that you can fin real purpose in complete and total submission… just accept that your only purpose, your only happiness is in letting your inner self just sleep, and let my programming become who are inside and out.”
He whimpered in pleasure, and in a terrible, wonderful, arousing sense of fear, humiliation, and, more than either of those two negative feelings, a sense of vulnerability and of being seen. She was looking up into his eyes and he was staring at her tits, watching his cock as it disappeared in and out of her huge tits, but as he sat there on the verge of cumming, he looked into her eyes and something new gave way.
“All you have to do is stand up, pull your pants up, and tell me to leave, and I will,” her eyes were shining, sparkling with joy and intensity, radiating with pleasure, or pride, or maybe predatory conquest, “I promise. But I can tell, looking into your eyes, deep into your eyes, so tired, so heavy, so sleepy now… eyes you can barely keep open any long, just like the cum you can barely keep inside any long… all you want to do is sleep, let go, and lose that part of yourself forever. All you really want to do is give in and accept what you’re only pretending to be afraid of…”
She wasn’t fucking him fast, and as wonderful as those huge tits felt, it wasn’t like a pussy, or a mouth, or even a hand, but he was right on the edge and she was milking him. Her tit fucking had barely even started, but he was pent up and full, ready to cum, and it felt like she was just building up his load more and more… and draining away his personality more and more.
All he really did want to do was sleep. All he really did want to do was accept that he needed her, all of them really. He’s somewhat successfully shrugged off Miss Ingrid’s control, at least he thought he had… she had seemed to have given up on him or given him space or… it didn’t matter, because he hadn’t been happy, or focused, he’d just been surly and hollow… he was just another directionless no one, or nothing, just someone who couldn’t manage his life without…
Those were her words.
His eyes had closed and he’d barely recognized what she was saying, but he jolted from his dazed state, his eyes opening for a moment, just long enough to watch her make his cock disappear between her breasts again, and this time, as his eyes fluttered shut, he just moaned out a little “please” as he started to cum.
“Please,” he gasped again as it just kept pumping out of him, “please…”
“So polite,” just sleep now, deep sleep now, and I’ll have a nice polite talk with what’s left of your ego, and I’m sure that when you wake up, you’ll feel like a whole new boy… forever lost in an adult world you just can’t manage on your own… isn’t that right?”
He didn’t know if he’d been asking her for more, or to stop, but now, sinking into sleep the way he cock sunk between her huge tits, all he heard was the truth, and all he wanted was to sleep.
“Good boy,” he felt her take his softening cock in her hand, “that’s it, just let go of all of those doubts with the rest of your cum now.”
Her hand was working him, steadily, almost fiercely, “This is the only way you can be happy, and you don’t have to be afraid of the truth anymore, because you’re not going to be you anymore.”
It was too much, and he, in his last moments of self, the very last moments he experienced where he could ever say he had any real and meaningful control on his life, couldn’t believe that he wasn’t pushing her away, or telling her to stop, or doing anything. He just sat there being tortured by her stroking until his cock stiffened again and another long, strong, ropey load shot out of him, his head at some point having been moved to her breast as she sat next to him on the couch. He sucked at her nipples, helpless and quivering as that orgasm washed over him, washing away everything he was afraid of…
Because all of his fear came from his own free will and sense of self-determination.
But that was gone now, replaced by the soft, melodic, irresistible sound of the Enchanting Eva’s voice… and later, Miss Ingrid, who he would never resist or deny again.
Comments
Watch
Have read many of your stories on ROM. Felt bad about not being to give something in return. Good to see you here. Looking forward to more stories.
Purpleman12
Hey! He is back! :)
Max JT Meyer
Thanks! More than anything, it's easy to fall into patterns of devaluing your own work by going to a subscription model and inadvertently cannibalizing your own creativity.
Pseudonym_21
Liked the abridged, looking forward to the full story!
