Free Story: You Wouldn’t Believe Me

You Wouldn’t Believe Me if I Told You
A Smuthunter Story

            “Did you forget some… oh, hello. Can I help you with something?”

            The woman who opened the door was a little under five and a half feet tall, probably a little over forty, maybe forty-five, and her short, blue, silk robe was open enough to be momentarily distracting,

            Dean hadn’t ended up at a stranger’s door in the middle of the night by accident. His best friend since freshman year of college, which wasn’t that long ago actually, had been acting strange over the last couple of months, and after following him here, it might be starting to make sense.

            “Oh, are you Dean?” the woman had chin length black hair, most of it was back behind a broad white headband, and her eyes were emerald green in the porch light. “You must be Dean. Alan’s told me so much about you, and I think it’s thoughtful of you to have followed him, that means you really care.”

            That took him by surprise, “Yeah that’s me, but I have no idea who you are. Alan hasn’t mentioned you yet.”

            ‘Well,” she took half a step back and opened her door to him, “that’s because he can’t. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you why, but let’s just say that he’s learning to be happy with my happiness, and it’s because that’s what he wants deep down inside. We can talk about it if you want, you must have been in the car for a little while, you can come in and use my bathroom. You’re a friend of Alan’s so that makes us friends in a way.”

            “Lady, I’m sorry, I just want to know why my best friend’s been cancelling plans, leaving parties and nights out early, and getting weird and distant whenever he gets a text, I’m guessing, from you.”

            “Hi, I’m Kayla, now you don’t have to call me lady,” she laughed and it was a rich, genuinely pleasant sound that echoed with actual amusement, “and if you really want me to explain, please come inside. But I promise you, you’re probably not going to believe me.”

            Dean had a pretty good idea of what her explanation would be. It was sex, and probably some kind of power thing, but Alan wasn’t that experience of a guy in a lot of things, and he was doing pretty well for himself, so more than anything, this Kayla lady was probably taking advantage of him.

            It would be easy for her to do it too. Even without a lot of makeup or anything, and even being older, she was really attractive, and she obviously had a great figure under that robe. After all, tits like hers, real or fake, were rare.

 It might have even started as a pay for play kind of thing, now maybe she was blackmailing him, but whatever it was Dean was going to get it settled. It was the least he could do for his oldest friend.

It was true too, he wasn’t in contact with anyone from before college, and he hadn’t made of ton of new friends since graduating four years ago. So whatever this confrontation was, it was also for his benefit too.

She shut the door behind him, didn’t lock it, and walked over to sit on her living room coach. It was a nice enough place, a simple one story house out in a quiet residential neighborhood, and it felt weird being there, but here he was.

Kayla’s robe had opened a little more, and despite himself, he noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Before you guess what it is, I’ll just tell you, and you can choose not to believe me and that’s fine, but it’s the truth. I’ve hypnotized and seduced Alan into being deeply submissive to me, and one of the ways I train my slaves is by breaking their wills. I wait until Alan’s out, doing things, and then once I know he’s having fun, I text him a trigger word or image, and force him to come back to me, just to show him I’m in control. He’s a couple more ruined weekends away from being where I need him to be, and if you can wait that long, you can have your friend, I guess, mostly back.”

Dean stood there, and realized he hadn’t broken eye contact with this woman the entire time she was speaking, and she spoke with a confidence that made him believe at least she believed it.

“I told you that you wouldn’t believe me,” the way she sat back and crossed her legs, showing more skin in the process and radiating more confidence, “but what if you chose to take what I’m saying at face value? Also, did you want to sit down?”

“You know,” Dean thought about it for a moment, “I think I’m good here. And I think you’re playing a game with Alan, and I don’t think it’s fair to him whatever you’re doing. What do you want, what are you playing at?”

“I have exactly what I want from him. I’m draining him, of course, it would be silly for me not to tap into his accounts as another sign of my control, but it’s not all about the money, and I’ve played my game with poor boys and girls before, but when I find someone as flush as him, well, it’s just common sense.”

She had a melodic charm to her voice, and it was becoming even more obvious why Alan had gotten swept up in her game.

“And of course I’m playing with him, did I not make the immediately clear to you? I’m using sex and hypnosis to manipulate him, I’m brainwashing Alan, and of course that’s not fair. Now, as I was saying, maybe you should start to take what I’m saying at face value, it would be easier for your pride. That’s what’s really hurt here, you feel like your friend’s dumping you for a woman, and you think he’s just being played, and that’s making you feel like you’re being played in a way, at least your friendship is. So tell me Dean, wouldn’t it be easier if Alan really had no choice? Besides, what do you even know about hypnosis?”

“Not a lot,” there was something about what she said that cut to the core of him, and not in a good way, “but I know you’re… fuck, I don’t even now why you’re telling me all this bullshit.”

“What if,” she shifted on her couch, and her cleavage was prominently on display as her robe shifted with her, “like I said, what if everything I’m saying is true? What if you chose to believe that I go out to bars, looking for the right kind of impressionable person, young men and women I can read, and then seduce them into a hypnotic trance, bring them back here, and slowly brainwash them with sexual hypnotic conditioning?”

“That’s crazy.” It was, and while it wasn’t the craziest thing he’d ever heard, everything this Kayla women was saying was ringing with her own personal conviction that it was simply a matter of fact. Of course, she was probably putting it on nice and thick, but it also seemed like she was believing her own lie, or not thinking she was lying.

“Imagine it,” she leaned forward, legs uncrossed, hands on her knees, tits almost out of her robe, “you’re Alan, you’re at the bar. You have a drink, you’re alone, looking to meet someone, and you see me. I’m dressed to get the eye of someone like you, dressed to pull you in. I was wearing a red dress then, a low enough neckline to show you my deep cleavage, a high enough skirt line to show you the right amount of leg, and heels high enough to put me eye level, or maybe even above that. Just imagine seeing me like that, wearing a little diamond necklace that dangles down by my tits, a ring on my right hand, so you can see that I’m not wearing one on my left.”

Her green eyes held his focus, her voice had dropped ever so slightly, it was softer, and more persistent, “I see Alan, and I know how he’ll react to me, shy at first, and flattered to have me talking to him, wouldn’t you be? I ask him to buy me a drink, to sit and talk with me, and you know that I’m easy to talk to, you understand this. Even though you don’t like me, even though you’re mad at me and think I’m a liar, you still feel how easy am I to talk to.”

He could see it, and it wasn’t hard to imagine, especially because it was essentially what he believed about her from the start. She was a con woman, a smooth, sexy con woman.

“Imagine me looking deep into his eyes, and talking to him. Talking and talking, holding all of his attention, distracting him with my necklace, I know I’m not weaning it now but you can imagine, teasing him into looking at my breasts, fascinating him entirely, entirely fascinated by me, hanging….”

Dean found himself admiring the shape of her curves, his eyes drifting back to hers as she paused.

“…On my every word. His mind quieting, slowing, relaxing into the cadence of my voice, the soft sounds of every word pulling you closer now, you understand, come closer so you can hear my voice, and only my voice now.”

Dean had moved a little closer to her, and it was so easy to understand what she was saying, poor Alan never would have stood a chance against her charm.

“I would keep his focus, seeing only me, hearing only my voice, letting his mind clear for a moment, then pulling him back into my web, wearing him down, slowing him down until he found himself drifting, feeling lost in my eyes, sinking between my breasts, feeling like he was just watching himself move a little closer, come and sit down Dean, we’re having such a nice time now, despite you not wanting to.”

He was along for the ride now, listening to this crazy story that wasn’t that crazy, and he didn’t see the harm in it since he was on to her nonsense.

“It’s not hard to imagine something kind of like the movies, even though hypnosis isn’t really like that. It’s easy to imagine what it would be like to be hypnotized by me, not realizing it was happening to you, hearing me speak, staring at me, moving from my tits to my eyes, back and forth, back and forth from my tits to my eyes over and over, like a hypnotist saying watch the watch, but not having to tell you, just leading your eyes, eyes that are starting to get so tired and heavy now.”

Dean blinked, and it felt like he was in a tunnel, the edges of the room seemed further away, and he felt instantly embarrassed that he was staring at her tits, which were less covered than they were a moment ago.

“I’m sorry,” she made a weak attempt at covering up a little more, “I know what you’re thinking, and they do sag a little, they’re not as perky as when I was a younger woman, but they’ve always been bigger, and they’re natural too, so they’ve always sagged a little since they’re big. But now, whenever I let someone see them, it’s only after they’re so entranced, that the sight of my bare breasts just erases those last lingering thoughts and sends them all the way down into an even deeper trance than they could ever imagine. But, where was I?”

Dean didn’t really know for sure. There was something about her, her charm was intoxicating, and she knew how to use her sexuality and her looks, there was no arguing that. But there was something else, maybe she was a hypnotist, maybe she was hypnotizing people, but even she’d just said it wasn’t like the movies, and everyone knew it might be real, but it wasn’t like really real.

“Oh yes, that’s right, so imagine that, imagine everything happening, and it all feeling like it’s just creeping over you softly, slowly, seducing you into just letting go, letting me continue to lead you, guiding your eyes, your mind, your focus, feeling yourself sinking like Alan did, down into my eyes, fascinated by my words, enthralled by my breasts, which is so natural for any young man like yourself, imagine how if would feel now.”

He blinked, and felt a tingle in his fingertips, and as he sat near her, not quite next to her, he couldn’t help but stare down at her breasts again while she spoke, then back up into her eyes as she paused again.

“So weary, so exhausted from your tired eyes being led back and forth, wanting to just sink now into a deep and dreamless sleep, sinking into a deep trance now, mind as empty and black as a starless night.”

His eyes flickered shut for a moment, then opened, and he realized he’d fallen into her trap. Kayla was hypnotizing him, she really was, but the realization didn’t make it easier to fight, it made the feelings twice as strong, and his eyes started to blink again as he started to sink down into the couch.

“Dean, oh Dean, open your eyes and look at me.”

He did, and all he saw was two large, creamy breasts that caused his lingering thoughts to “fade away, down into a darkness black as a starless night now.”

“It feels so good to be hypnotized by me, and it feels even better to sink deeper. You want to feel better, you want the pleasure of falling deeper now, just feel it, don’t fight it, sink deeper for me now, and open your eyes as you sink.”

Dean’s eyes opened, but he felt like he wasn’t fully awake.

“You are hypnotized now, even though you didn’t believe me, and you are hypnotized by my breasts now, hypnotized and feeling so turned on, so horny now as you realize that no matter how hard you try, you can’t look away from my tits.”

Dean felt his vision narrow as she opened her robe again, “You can’t look away, and every time you sink into a deep and dreamless sleep, black as a starless night, you get even hornier, even harder for my hypnotizing tits. But this time as you sink down, your eyes will stay open as your mind goes completely blank.”

Dean watched Kayla as she started to play with her tits, rubbing and squeezing them, causing him to become more aroused and fascinating as he stared onward in passive, enthralled bliss.

“Are you hypnotized by me Dean?”

“Yes.” He was a passenger, he was lost, but he was also aware that he just admitted she’d hypnotized him. Some subjects would reach a state of total hypnotic amnesia in his place, unable to know or remember what happened while in trance, but he was on the edge, deeply entranced, but not gone.

“And do you want to fuck me and my big natural tits now Dean, even through they’re a little saggy?”

“Yes,” it made his cock jump to say it, and it sent a shockwave down his spine. He blinked, saw her beautiful breasts, and forced himself to look away, instinctively holding on to the moment of freedom he’d given himself.

She closed her robe, “So, did you just realize I wasn’t lying?”

He stood up, it was her saying they were saggy, it had shook something loose, the implied humiliation of it hit a nerve. “I uh, I, look, this is, this isn’t, you can’t… you can’t do this to me, you can’t do this to people.”

“I can if they want me to. Deep down inside, if they want to be seduced, if they want to be hypnotized, if my suggestions speak to their subconscious, I can do whatever I want to them. And if you’re wondering, yes, I can also convince people to want what I want, just like I’ve already convinced you that you want to be hypnotized Dean, you want to fall away into a deep and dreamless sleep now, black as a starless night.”

He wasn’t really looking at her, and he was getting ready to leave, but those last few words washed over him and slowed him down. He felt sleepy and slow, dazed and uncertain, and when she spoke again, her voice felt irresistible, “Look at my tits Dean, look at my tits and remember how good it felt to sink deep for me.”

His eyes were pulled to her chest, her robe open again, and he couldn’t stop himself. He stood there, silent, stunned and entranced as her hands started to rub and squeeze them again.

“Every time you’re hypnotized, you sink twice as deep as the time before, and it feels so good to sink even deeper, you want to sink deeper now, and that means you have to fight your way up and out of trance again, fight me, resist me Dean, resist and awaken as my robe closes now.”

He blinked as her tits disappeared, “Stop it.”

“Why don’t you stop it Dean? If you didn’t want me to hypnotize you, my tits wouldn’t turn your mind into a black and starless night, empty and suggestible, ready to obey.”

Her robe was open and his eyes became glassy again, it was getting harder and harder to stay standing, “Come Dean, sit back down, you want to sit down, you want to listen and obey now, don’t you. Sit down and resist, resist and obey me. Follow my suggestion to fight and wake up one more time.”

Again as her robe closed his eyes opened, and this time he stayed still, staring, drained, trying to look away but feeling too weak as she parted her robe just enough to show him the shape of those breasts that had become truly hypnotic to him.

“You see Dean, it’s not your fault, and you understand that it’s not even Alan’s fault. You’re so much stronger than he is, and you’re getting wrapped around my finger now too. Later, once I fuck you, you’ll understand just how powerless I can make any of my subjects, and that’s why it’s so easy for me to subjugate and enslave even someone as strong as you.”

He felt confused by the sense of pride that washed over him when she said he was strong, and he knew that he was stronger willed and wiser than Alan, but he also knew that he was in her trap now too, so of course Alan would have it even worse. What Dean didn’t know was how well Kayla had read his reaction to her, and how her implied attack on his ego had backfired, telling her to go the other way with him.

“I told you that you wouldn’t believe me, and tomorrow you probably won’t believe that this really happened either, no one does, and that’s why I have to use my triggers and programming to bring people back. That’s why I have to demonstrate to you now, and tomorrow, and every day I want to, that you really are under my power, because even though it’s what you want, you want to keep staring at my hypnotizing breasts right now, you’ll keep lying to yourself about it until I break you.”

She moved closer to him, sitting up high on a leg crossed under her, “But maybe you’re strong enough to be broken in one night Dean. Maybe you’re strong enough to really surrender to my hypnotic suggestions and have me fuck the resistance out of you. Only the strongest will can give it all up in real surrender, only you can have me fuck the truth into you in one night.”

She took his hand and stood up, “Stand up now Dean, it’s time to see if you’re as strong as you think you are, as strong as I want you to be. All you have to do is break for me; all you have to do is cum for me once and give me everything you have and everything you are. Alan’s too weak, too many men are too weak to admit they’re wrong, but you have, you told me you were wrong by admitting you were hypnotized. It’s okay to be wrong sometimes, you didn’t think I was telling the truth, but you’re living my truth now Dean, stand up and I’ll show you.”

He felt the pull of her voice and the tug of her hand, and he was up on his feet. His eyes were still fascinated and magnetically held by her breasts even as she unbuckled his belt, then pulled down his pants, letting his hard cock spring out.

“Sit down now Dean, back down you go,” she gave him a soft push and he sat, feeling like she also controlled gravity all while the distant voice that was his free will was shouting from the back of his mind to fight back, to stop her from…

…wrapping her tits around his cock.

“You are hypnotized by my breasts, and now I’m going to hypnotize your cock into spilling out your mind. Just watch my tits, swallowing you up, and taking you down, pulling more of your mind into my hypnotic control, and taking your cock deeper down under my influence, swallowing up more of your mind, taking your body deeper down, and it feels so good that you can’t stop yourself from sinking deeper now, especially when you try and fight to think, just to sink right back down between my tits.”

The pleasure was breaking her spell, but the sight of her tits and that little truth, that nuclear suggestion that every time he dropped he would sink twice as deep, was turning his mind into mush. But no matter how good it felt to let go and sink into her trance, he couldn’t quite find his way to completely surrendering.

“If you’re not strong enough to be weak, if you don’t want to cum for me and show me how strong you can be, then you can just surrender to the slow, systematic programming I’ll use to break you. Or you can just give it all to my tits now, give in, give it to me, give in to the pleasure of being weak, show me you’re strong enough to shoot your mind and the last of your will all over me…”

She didn’t have to finish, his cock twitched and started to spurt between her breasts in hard, pulsing bursts, his balls tensing as he grunted and sighed before his eyes closed, his conscious mind hearing “black as a starless night.”

“Waking to pleasure, feeling so weak and broken, open to my voice, so suggestible now, desperate to listen, desperate to obey…” the words filled his waking mind as her steady stroke brought both his cock and his consciousness back up.

“You’re… no… stop…” he was dizzy, groggy, confused by the pleasure, and… and…

“You sunk so deep between my tits, I wonder what it will be like for you this time, when you fall twice as deep now?”

Two beautiful naked breasts filled his vision, and the world became simple. Dean’s eyes were open but no one was home. His cock was throbbing, and he felt another orgasm bubbling up as she stroked him. There was a lingering image of his cock between those perfect tits, and as he started at them, he started to whimper.

A slow, weak, gooey orgasm washed over him, cum spilling out as a wave of exhaustion caused his eyes to close.

“Listen to me and answer my questions Dean, are you hypnotized and seduced by me?”

He felt like he couldn’t move, and he felt like he couldn’t think, but her voice pulled his gut reaction out of him, “Yes.”

“And do you feel physically and mentally broken now, unable to think, unable to argue, to be anything at all except blank and empty?”

“Yes,” the way she described how he felt made more sense than how he thought he felt in that void.

“You know that I’ve seduced you into deep trance and started to brainwash you, and you know it’s what you want because it feels so good. And if you didn’t want it, if it didn’t feel good, and right, it wouldn’t be happening.”

“Yes,” it wasn’t a question. But his mind was weaker now than his last orgasm had been.

“Open you eyes and look at my tits Dean, my tits control you now, my tits are irresistibly hypnotic aren’t they?”

His eyes opened, “Yes.”

“And my tits have hypnotized your cock just like my voice has hypnotized your mind, breaking both, because you were strong enough to be weak and wrong, strong enough to be broken completely between my breasts.”

“Yes,” that was what he was, broken between her breasts.

He didn’t think about how no real time lapsed between orgasms, that she’d deliberately milked another one out of him that would create a subconscious contrast that would play with his sense of self, the one strong release that broke him, and the weak, dribbling one that was what he’d become.

“Listen to my tits Dean, listen to me, you wanted to know what happened to your friend, what changed him, and you didn’t want to believe it, but when I showed you, all you wanted was to be broken. Now you are, and now you’re mine. You’re mine in a way he will never be, you’re mine in a way only you can be, and you’ll do anything for me now. You’ve seen the way he responded, and you know it will be so much stronger for you. I don’t have to prove it to your conscious mind, because I’m inside you, and I’ve broken your brain between my tits, haven’t I?”

“Yes,” Dean was tranquil, vacant, and drained, but her hand was back between his legs, and life was starting to flow back into his cock.

“Good, now just listen, you don’t need to answer, you don’t need to think, just look at my tits and feel my suggestions sinking deeper into your broken brain while I train your broken cock, broken and obedient to my tits, just like your brain is.”

“You loved being hypnotized by me and my beautiful breasts. You’re mesmerized by my large, soft tits, and they make you so weak that you feel stupid and foolish for ever doubting what I said I do to people.”

He did, he felt like an idiot for not listening, and that spoke to the burning, desperate light of consciousness that felt lost in the very back of his mind. It was trying to make its way out still, pushing back against everything, trying to make its way to the surface, like it understood she’d buttered him up just to bring him back down.

But the truth was, Dean’s inner self felt broken too.

It wasn’t just words, he felt it inside, he felt like she had cracked him open, and all of his will, all of his strength as a person had been twisted into gushing out all of who he was between those tits, so now that last little bit of himself simply couldn’t find its way into retaking control.

“It’s okay though, your cock apologized and showed you how wrong you were, it’s okay,” she slid back between his legs and his cock disappeared into her cleavage again, “just let me take it all away, just watch your cock falling deeper down, twice as deep as it sinks into my tits. Just like your mind, your cock falls twice as deep every time it gets hypnotized by my tits.”

Her eyes were bright and confident, they were calming him in a way he hadn’t expected, they were pushing back on that little voice telling him to fight, and every time he tried to pull his vision from her tits and the way his cock looked between them, those eyes met him, and shamed him with their confident softness, forcing him to surrender to the pleasure he was feeling between her breasts.

“This is what I do, I hypnotize and seduce people, I brainwash them into being mine in every way. There’s no way you could have resisted, but no one else could have given in and surrendered the way you did. You were powerless to resist me as soon as you saw me, but you weren’t powerless to be broken the way you were, the way you are. You had the power to let me destroy you, and it feels so good to be broken. Be proud of being broken between my tits so easily, show me again, how weak you are, and just sink into a deep and dreamless sleep between my breasts, black as a starless night.”

Another forced glob of cum shot from him, stronger than the last time, but more draining too. He felt like whatever was left of his broken psyche was giving up, and the world started to blink and fade out as he heard her voice drifting from miles away, “That’s it, let me squeeze the last of you out, every last drop for my tits as hypnotized sleep swallows you whole.”

            Dean woke up on the couch, unable to speak, and unable to move, his mind blank and empty, his eyes glued to her breasts, while she straddled him, fucking on him with an intensity and speed that was near punishing.

He was hard again, thick and full inside of her, and his inner voice was silent, muted, unable to speak even to himself. Her bare tits bounced before his eyes and she didn’t speak, she just moaned and fucked herself with him until he was completely gone.

Dean’s dick was aching, over stimulated and too hard for the lack of energy he had. It felt like there had been no way for him to physically cum again, and that sensation had been what made him quit on the moment, that had made him submit, surrender, and black out as she fucked herself silly with his cock.

When he came to once more, he found himself sucking on one of those tits, his head cradled to her chest, the back of his head being stroked softly, “Broken things need to be fixed or they stay useless. You need to be fixed the right way so you’ll still have a use for me, and you need to be useful, because you know you can’t stay broken. It would be too hard for you to go through life like that. I’ll make you better for me, and being better for me is the best thing you can hope for.”

Dean heard her let out a little sigh as he sucked and licked, and felt her tug on a handful of hair, not hard, but with reflexive purpose. “That’s it, just like that, my nipples are very sensitive and I’m not done cumming, so just suck and surrender, worship what broke you, worship what dominates you, and make me cum.”

She was holding him so close and was being so gentle, that when her hand moved from the back of his head down between his legs, everything just felt right. He was still hard, but had become oblivious to it until she started to softly stroke him. “There now, it feels so good to be so close, and you’re so close to one more orgasm for me, you will give me one more too, one last one for tonight to make it all better my poor broken thing.”

The smoothness of her words, the softness of her breasts and her touch, and the delicate and gentle energy he could feel washing over him made it so easy to sink into her.

“Just forget about everything else, forget what I’ve done to you, and remember that you love making me happy. Forget how I’ve trained you and broken you between my tits, and just remember that you need to please me.”

She led him to the floor and slid on top of him, but this was slower and smoother than on the couch. She put her palm on his chest and barely picked up her pace, but it was enough, “Put all of your real memories of us inside me, feel the truth cum into me, and let me tell you what to remember, let the truth cum into me, and let me fix you with the lies you need to keep on going.”

Every time he had fallen a little deeper it felt like that was the bottom, and that there was nothing left, but now Dean realized this was it. All he had to do was cum inside this beautiful woman with her great tits who was fucking him, all he had to do was give in to her one more time, just like he’d done so many times already, but… but this time was different.

His cock was telling him otherwise, but Dean was fighting it. The idea of giving up the truth felt wrong, it felt powerfully and undeniably wrong, and it was sparking him back to life. It was burning through the fog of her cunning seduction and devastating hypnotic sway.

Dean blinked, reached up to push her off of him, and started to say no, to firmly tell her no, but two things happened very quickly.

As he started to exit trance, he became more physically aware of and sensitive to being fucked, and as he reached out to stop her, Kayla grabbed his hands and pushed them to her breasts.

There was a pause, a moment where everything in his world stopped, then his hips bucked as he cried out in ecstasy, and the world became “Black as a starless night, let the truth sleep, and wake with the lie.”

Those words pulled him down just as he was mid way through thinking about the fact her tits really were real.

Dean woke in his own bed, and felt wonderful. He’d followed Alan to, what had turned out to be his girlfriend’s house, and Dean was surprised that she’d been so much older than him, but they had a nice talk, and she was even tickled that he cared enough to stop in and discuss how Alan was doing.

Everything would be fine now though, there was nothing for Dean to think about, and there wouldn’t be, not at least for several days.

He went on with his life and everything was fine, then, he received a text that said, “Stare, remember, cum, and come to me.

The text was accompanied by a picture of two beautiful naked breasts.

It hit him so hard that he had to make up an excuse to leave work early, go home and masturbate to her picture, then drive to her house.

When he got there, she spoke to him for ten minutes, and then sent him on his way. He couldn’t remember what she said, but found himself driving back to work. He couldn’t miss work, he couldn’t take vacations, he had to work harder, and he didn’t know why.

He also didn’t know where his savings were going, but it didn’t matter, not as long as he kept working.

In a month he would be living paycheck to paycheck, with no nest egg, no car, and no desire to remember what happened or why. In that time he wouldn’t have sex with her again, and wouldn’t be allowed to touch her either, but he would cum in front of her on her command sometimes, and she would let him see her naked breasts every few days, either in person or from new pictures.

Then, it was all over, and there was no trance of her on his phone or in his day-to-day life. While Dean was fighting against the hypnotic mental blocks that plagued him and turned his dreams into psychosexual nightmares, he was powerless to say her name, or even try and talk about what happened. He couldn’t even talk with Alan, Alan would have understood, and who had more to lose than he did. Alan, who would end up wrapped around her finger for years.

Dean didn’t know that, because when she was done with him, she made sure he was done with Alan, and when people would ask if they’d had a falling out, Dean would just say, “we’ve drifted apart”.

But in his mind something was screaming, something was pounding on the walls of his psyche, and no matter how hard it fought to get free, Dean was never able to verbalize it.

The truth was, Kayla had broken him.