Hypnotising Hayley Part One

Hypnotising Hayley – Prologue

“But I don’t want to. Please don’t make me.”

“You want to please me don’t you ? You don’t want to make me angry?”

The 18 year old mousy haired girl with brown eyes and up turned nose looked at him with wide tear brimmed eyes. A sense of dread for no reason she understood came over her.

Ryan lashed the Cat o’ Nine Tails across her back as she knelt on all fours in front of his chair. A few mild but pleasing red stripes came up.

“You want to please me don’t you?”

She did. She knew she would do anything to please him though she did not know why. At the same time the thought of not pleasing him filled her with anguish. She put her head and arms to the floor and raised her rounded bum. She opened her legs and filled with shame put a hand back and began stroking her vagina. She corrected her thought. Her cunt. It was important she thought right for him as well as acted right.

Ryan admired her hanging firm 36C tits, her smooth legs and her round bum so ideal for smacking. He thought he would do that next as he watched her, shame faced, playing with herself.

“Rub your whole cunt. Slide two fingers in”.

She was diagonally sideways to him so he could see her face and shaved cunt. He lent down to brush the neck length blonde hair off the side of her face that was uppermost and facing him. Oh how he loved that trembling lip, her shamefaced look and red embarrassed cheeks, sure the one pressed to the carpet was as red as the one he could see. How he’d love to kiss that trembling full lip. However he leaned back and relaxed. He wanted this to last. And there was lots more to do yet.

Cherry slid two fingers inside herself and rubbed her hand across her cunt, brushing her clitoris and delving in and out of her hole at the same time. Ryan who was 23 and had left college about six months before smiled. He’d never dreamt when he first started reading those books on hypnotism how well it would out.

Cherry uttered little moans. Her fingers were getting moist as her juices began to flow helping them slide in and out more easily. The juice slid out of her hole along the fingers to moisten her slit and moisten her clit making the whole thing more pleasurable though no less shameful. What kind of a girl would do this in front of a man. She consoled herself with the thought she would not do it for any man. Only for Ryan.

“Aah” she gasped as the multi tailed whip stung her back again. But she knew it wasn’t true. If Ryan ordered her to she would do it in front of anyone. A small tear formed in one eye. What had she become. She knew she was going to be fucked. Probably everywhere. And more though what more was there? Her mind wouldn’t think back. She had to concentrate on the now.

Ryan saw the feelings from her cunt working it’s way to her face. She was feeling the shameful pleasure now. Her juice slicked hand was movied faster. Not much but a bit. And soon it would move faste still.

Ryan gave her a few more minutes. She was breathing a bit more heavily and her hand was now rubbing harder as well as faster. A few more minutes. A few more minutes. Then Ryan slashed her behind with the cat tails, slightly harder than before and said, “come here. In front of me.” She knew she had been close to coming and she knew he knew too. She had all the shame of coming in such a position without the satisfaction.

She quickly lifted herself back on all fours and shuffled around to face him, her face looking up at him, eyes wide and a little moist.

“Master.”

“Your hand is wet. Perhaps you should clean it.”

“Yes Master.” She brought her hand to her mouth and began to suck the slime covered fingers, tasting her own juice. Ryan watched as the fingers were each sucked.”

“And the palm.”

“She licked the slime off her palm.

“Taste good?”

“Yes Master.”

It didn’t matter what she really thought. That it tasted slightly unpleasant and wrong. It was her job to give him the answer he wanted. She knew he liked to hear her lie. Say she liked things she didn’t. Ask for punishments she didn’t want. Thank him for things he did as if he had done something for her rather than just done something to shame and humiliate her. Pretending was part of the humiliation. And yet she knew she had to. She had no choice. She tried to imagine what it would be like to use the word ‘No’ but just the thought filled her with a fear of some unknown terror. She had to please him and take happiness from pleasing him. It was the satisfied happy feeling she would get at the end that would see her through.

“Get across my knee. I want to spank you.”

She quickly got across his knee. His hands caressed her bum cheeks. Sometimes she would not feel a warm happiness from pleasing him. Sometimes if it was bad, through her sobs she would just feel enormous relief. Relief she had not failed. She had endured. Yet didn’t the sense she had endured keep her happy.

He began to spank her. Watching the left cheek wobble, then the right wobble, then the left. Watch them slowly getting redder. Hear her ‘uumph ‘ and ‘aaah’ get a little longer, a little louder.

Spank, slap, wobble, ‘uuh’.

Spank, slap, wobble, ‘aah.’

Spank, slap, wobble, ‘umph.’

His eye would watch the way the cheek flattened, rippled outwards, bounced up again , wobbled. He would take in the reddening, see her exposed, but partially closed cunt, feel her white tummy wriggling against his trousers. Pain for her. Slap. Pleasure for him. Slap. Her pained movements gently massaging his dick through the trousers. Enjoying her helplessness.

Cherry didn’t experience much. Her point of focus was the floor and a helpless uncomfortable position. That and the need to press down with her hands on the carpet to maintain her position and keep her bum in position for the next slap. Each one landing on the one before. The pain slowly building and her bum getting hotter with each new strike. Like Ryan she was also aware of him looking at her exposed cunt. She wanted to cry.

Slap, “uuh, “

Slap, “aah.”

He would stop if she cried enough. Gave him her tears of love as he called them. But she couldn’t.

“Uuuh, aah”, she exclaimed more loudly now. She couldn’t make herself cry. She could only wait for it to happen naturally.

“Uuh. Ow. Ow. Ow.”

Cry when the pain made her.

Ryan’s hamd was beginning to sting so he picked up a ping pong bat from the floor. He always had to move to this. It was a desire to hurt her, but also a desire to save his hand.

Whack. Splat.

“Ow.” Her cry was noticeably louder. Her anguish greater as she knew it was about to start in earnest.

Whack! Splat! Her bum really flattened, rippled and bounced now.

“Ow! Aaah!”

Whack! He enjoyed the feel of it now. The feel as it hit that firm soft roundness. The sound of her cries. Cries now rather than gasps. Just a few more and he knew he would hear those first sobs. The sign the pain was taming her. Driving out any thoughts she might have and just filling her with pain and submission and obedience. Only with her completely dominated could he enjoy her.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

“Aaaaa! Aaaaa! AAAH!” and hear the first sob.

He might not be anything in the world, but he was here. Here he was God. How many men would like to be in his position.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

She had begun to cry now. Gasping sobs and catching of breath between the cries of pain.

He hit her particularly hard on the right cheek and heard the cry turn into almost a scream. A few more and she would be screaming, but he let off. He didn’t want screaming. Her loud noises and serious crying was enough for him for the moment. God her cheeks were red. He ran his hand over them, feeling the heat and giving her a few hand slaps for the enjoyment of feeling it. To feel the domination. Of course his hand had to slip between her legs to slide along her cunt.

He pulled her up so she was sitting across him. His left arm supported her back, his right hand between her legs, holding her thigh, but high up so the edge of his hand was between her cunt her lips.

“There there”, he said as she cried. He cradled her neck and kissed her lips. He sucked on the top lip and then the bottom. Being nice to her.

“There there. Poor Cherry. Poor cunt slut.”

She was moving to sniffling now. She pulled a hand across her eyes to dry the tears. He kissed her lips again then pushed his tongue. She opened her lips, her mouth to let him in. Maybe she wanted to maybe she just knew she had to. He pushed in deep while at the same time his hand between her smooth white thighs turned to grasp her cunt and he pushed two fingers in. He pulled his mouth away and then brought the two slimy fingers to her mouth instead and slid them in. She began sucking the juice off and moving her tongue to clean them.. He could feel the heat of her naked bum through his trousers.

“There’s a good cunt slut. You want to be a good cunt slut don’t you?” He pulled the fingers out, now clean so she could reply. He rubbed them in her hair to dry them.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to be a good cunt slut.”

“And what does a good cunt slut do?”

“She does anything her master wants.”

“And does she like to be hurt?”

“Yes, she likes to be hurt.” Her still moist brown eyes were looking up to his

.

“Why does she like it?”

“Because it makes you happy.”

“So you don’t like the pain or other things but you want me to do them because it makes me happy?”

“Yes. I can only be happy if I am making you happy.”

She repeated the lines and the overwhelming feelings that he had drilled into her subconscious.

“Would you like me to squeeze your tit now cunt slut?”

“Yes, please squeeze my tit.”

He moved his right hand to her left tit and began digging his nails in and squeezing. She gasped, then moaned. As she was about to scream he kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth, down her throat feeling her scream into his mouth. Enjoying kissing her deeply while she writhed and screamed. He pulled away and slackened his hold. She breathed hard to control the pain. Tears had come back to her eyes.

“Thank you master.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“Thank you for letting me please you,” she replied knowing this was what was expected of her.

“You’re welcome”, he said hypocritically, “shall I do it again?”

“Yes please Master”.

He repeated the kissing and squeezing. He did it a bit longer this time.

“Aaaaah, aaaah, aaaah, aaah, aaah, aaaaah” she moaned into his throat, unable to keep her body from twisting under the pain, her writhing bum unintentionally rubbing his cock through his jeans. His left hand was twisted in her hair now pulling on the roots while pushing her face into him. He pulled out again, letting her breathe, relaxing the hold on her tit which his hand was just big enough to cover so that his nails could squeeze in on all sides. She gasped for breath. A few tears rolled down her full reddening cheeks.

“Again?”

She nodded unhappily. He pushed his tongue in blocking her air passage, lapping and moving like some squashy snake head choking her and the pain as his nails dug in to the same spots as before, digging deeper, hurting more.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaaah” longer and louder. Or it would have been louder if he had not been choking her off. He twisted his hand right and left, adding to the pain. Her whole body had stiffened. She moaned and moaned and then relief. More gasps for breath, her tit still hurting as he took his hand off it to show the deep angry red nail marks. He smiled cruelly and slapped down on her tit, one, two, three times. Then he started slapping left and right. He gave her another hard kiss and quick squeeze.

“There’s a good girl,” he said as he brushed her neck length hair back from the right side of her face that was away from him and brushed it behind her ears stroking her cheek as a part of the action. Then he slapped her. She gasped. He moved her head to the left and brushed the hair tenderly away from that side.

“Good girl”, he said and slapped her with a back hand

“Good, good, good, good girl,” he said slapping her from side to side between each word. It gave her time to flinch in anticipation before each blow. Her cheeks went red to match her butt cheeks and she gave a cute little whimper as each blow struck..

He slapped down on her tit a few more times and then twisted her nipple. That had her moving. She started making a repeating ah sound. He squeezed and twisted harder until , as he knew she must, she moved her right hand up to hold her tit. Her other arm was round his neck as she was sitting naked across him. Her hand didn’t actually try and pull his fingers off her nipple but squeezed her tit underneath and touching them to try and relieve the pain. His finger and thumb still squeezing hard he let them slip off, stretching and hurting the nipple more in the process. She was still stifling a scream from this when he slapped down on the inside of her thigh. He so loved the feel of her soft helpless skin.

“Now there’s a bad cunt slut”, he said, “do you want your hands handcuffed so they won’t get in the way?” He wasn’t shouting or being angry. It was more like he was offering her help.

“Cherry knew this just meant it was going to get worse but had no choice but to nod assent. He lent down to pick up some cuffs from the floor. They were the narrow ones covered in fluffy fur when you bought them. He had removed the fur of course so now they just bit into her wrists if he attached them too tight or if pain made her flail her arms. He gently removed her right arm from round his neck and put it behind her back. Cherry didn’t help or resist. Just sat there looking unhappy. He moved her other hand round to her back and then handcuffed them making sure to make it tight enough to be uncomfortable. He moved the naked girl across his lap a little so she had better balance and moved a hand to each nipple. Cherry shivered slightly though the room was warm. She knew what was to come.

“Good cunt.,” he said, you want to be a good cunt don’t you?

“Yes master, I want to be a good cunt.”

Then he started to squeeze and pinch and twist her nipples in earnest. She tried to keep her mouth shut screaming into her sealed lips, but she had to open her mouth to breathe as her body squirmed and twisted on his lap and she took in agonised gasps.

“Aah, aaah, aaaah, aaaaaaah”, her screams got longer and longer. Music to his ears encouraging him to twist and twist and squeeze and squeeze and pull and pull and pull as her butt twisted and turned on his cock bulging under his jeans. The sore butt cheeks rubbed roughly over the tough material. He pushed her back slightly holding her in position by her stretched tits and extended nipples, pulling her forward then squeezing and twisting again. If his fingers got tired he would change position so that his nails were digging into them instead causing even more pain.. Her screams were getting louder and nearly constant between the laboured breathing and he needed a break.

“I think you need a gag little cunt,” he said tenderly. The screaming had stopped now he was no longer abusing her though tears were running down her cheeks. He stood her up so he could rise and sat her on the chair while he went to a drawer in the sideboard.

Ryan lived in a small run down bungalow on its own, off a busy road a few miles outside of town. It restricted what girls he could bring and how long they could stay there. Cherry for example went to one of the local colleges and still lived with her mum and dad. On the other hand it meant he didn’t have to worry about neighbours. The living room had a cheap worn carpet, sofa and two chairs, a sideboard, a cupboard and the usual hi fi, TV etc. When he wasn’t abusing them they would watch TV or play video games together. They’d be wearing short clothing and no underwear of course.

He brought back the one inch ball gag. She opened her fearful mouth so he could slide it in and he tightened it around the back. He brought in another dining room chair like the one he had been sitting on and which Cherry now occupied, so he could sit opposite her. He parted her legs and gave her a rueful look as if she should have known better and stroked her face, alternating sides. Of course such tenderness was not going to last long. It was a nice break to be tender to her and enjoy her nakedness for a while. It gave his cock time to go down and a certain enjoyment in the anticipation of what was to come. It was nice to gaze at her and know he had such total control. He held her face and kissed her on the forehead. As he pulled back he slapped her face again. Right cheek, left cheek. Right cheek, left cheek.

This was more prolonged than the previous slapping. Things were probably going to get rough. The gag let her make her noises but without deafening him. As it wasn’t too big she could still breathe through her mouth. He kept it up for a minute or two. She cried and sobbed. A good slapping always had her crying. More than more painful things. Strange.

He pulled her off the chair onto her knees on the floor. Now he started kissing each cheek before slapping it. Gentle kiss, slap with the right hand. Turn her head, kiss the other cheek, slap with the left hand. Kiss, slap! Turn. Kiss, slap! Turn. It gave time for each sting to go before the next one arrived.

He undid the ball gag and moved her head towards his crotch. From her new position on the floor she shuffled forward on her knees and began gently kissing the bulge in his jeans. Her face felt twice it’s width and stung horribly. He leaned forward and released the handcuffs. She was able to raise her hands and gently stroke his chest through the T-Shirt. There were red rings round her wrists. When he got bored with this display of oh so gentle affection he pushed her head down. She understood his meaning and moved down to kiss his sandaled feet.

“You can take them off.”

She carefully pulled off the sandals and continued kissing and then licking his feet. She had shuffled backwards slightly and her ass was now invitingly in the air. Too inviting.

“Get a whip from the drawer.”. She quickly crawled to the drawer so he could turn his head and watch her cunt from behind as she moved. She stood to open the drawer and took out a whip. The choice was up to her but she knew she would be punished if she chose the wrong one. She chose a middle range one. Not too thick, not too thin. She knew the thin ones, the ones that hurt the most, were always used later. She had to choose something she knew would hurt more than some of the thicker or multi tailed ones though. She closed the drawer, went back on hands and knees with the two thonged whip she had chosen in her mouth and crawled back to him. He smiled and took it from her. She resumed her position in front of him kissing and licking his toes now ass in the air.. He waited a while for the feeling to grow in him again. Waited till she was sucking on one of his middle toes before sweeping the whip down. It cracked on her ass. She grunted but her mouth stayed gently sucking. Woe betide her if she had bitten him or even increased the pressure much when the blow fell.. She had learnt to just sort of freeze at the moment of impact. The pain would follow and she would absorb it, wincing.

He didn’t always whip her in these situations. He just did what he felt like. He lashed her again and let her feel the burning as she continued with her foot worship.

What should he do next?

Getting drunk often got rid of his inhibitions and he could always fuck her ass with the bottle afterwards. He got up, clicked his fingers and walked to the bathroom. She crawled quickly after him and then hesitated, not sure if she should get in the bath or kneel by the toilet. He didn’t want to piss in her mouth now though. It was too messy. He pissed in the toilet and let her clean him. He kept a final spurt just so she could swallow something. She sucked him clean and they returned to the living room.

He got her to kneel and take his pants off then grabbing the two tailed whip sat in one of the two comfy chairs. She got between his legs and began licking and kissing the stem of his cock. She knew he liked things to move slowly so he didn’t come and perhaps end things too soon. Not too hard he lashed the whip across her back and watched her jerk. He lashed her again and again while she worked on getting his cock hard without taking it into her mouth.

It was her job to arouse him and make him hard which in turn would lead to him hurting her more. It amused him to make her give him the desire to be harsher with her. The better she did her job the more she would be hurt. Of course if she didn’t do her job it might be even worse as he’d feel the need to punish her. Between a stone and a hard place he thought, which for a moment gave him a desire to get a stone and something hard and crush her tit with it. Another time he thought, if he remembered to tell her to get something. He lashed her some more. Red stripes appeared on her back. She began pushing her lips more strongly against his stem as she moved them up and down to absorb the pain. As it felt better he lashed harder making her cry out.

“Hurting cunt? Put it in your mouth.”

“She quickly swallowed him moving her tongue around the bottom of the head, pushing forward each time the whip fell using the dick that filled her as a gag to stop her screams.

“Ah yeah”, he said, pushing her head down so he could feel her throat, making her gag and choke and then lashing the whip down hard. She was tickling under his balls with her right hand while her left stroked his left thigh. Her job to suffer, his to get pleasure.

The whip slashed across her ass. He reached to the side table and opened a bottle of beer. He swigged from the left hand while aiming some more swipes at her bum and then one between to land on her cunt. Her whole body pushed forward, he felt his cock filling her throat as she groaned into him. He hit it again. She nearly lowered her butt to the floor with the pain but managed to just shiver and writhe a little. He pulled her slurping mouth off him.

“On your back, legs apart. Let’s see how good a cunt slut you are.”

She quickly did as he asked. The whip smashed into her cunt lips. She cried out as another one fell. He wanted that cunt red and burning. Another one to the side and then the other side. Get those outer lips. Then to the inside of her thighs., watching the pretty red weals come up after each stroke making lines of pretty stripes. Then back to her cunt.

Cherry was holding her ankles to keep her legs back and open. That way the pain caused her to pull on her ankles and rock backwards but kept her cunt exposed and showing. She would scream and gasp and shiver until she could relax enough to roll forward again for the next stroke. At first it was a few seconds but then longer moaning and screaming as the burning pain built on the pain before.

She began rocking from side to side. Ryan’s dick was jerking up and down with a life of it’s own. Poor cunt. Poor red cunt. And he whipped her again. She nearly did a backward somersault it hurt so much. Welt on welt. Bruising. He drained his bottle and then knelt to fuck her with it, ramming it in hard. She cried out at the pain of entry. Her juices from earlier had gone and it hurt. His hand around the bottle banged into her sore and bruised cunt causing more pain. That’s what he wanted, for her to feel the pain from the bruising as he fucked her.

He grunted each time he rammed it in, delighting at her cries of pain and anguished face. He wanted to kiss that pain filled face. He lay on top of her still ramming the bottle in and out with his hand but now kissing her deep and hard. He let go of the bottle to lift his head and slap her a few times. Then back to the ramming and hard kissing. Invading two of her holes. Quickly he jumped off her for a butt plug telling her to keep fucking herself hard with the bottle.

“And I mean hard.”

Poor Cherry rammed the bottle in as hard as she could smashing her hand against her poor abused cunt hurting herself as she knew he wanted. He was quickly back.

“Harder cunt. Harder.” He banged the base of his hand against the bottle to force it in her harder and ram her hand harder against her cunt. Only her hand stopped the bottle going in all the way and damaging her cervix. She pulled it out and rammed it in even harder causing her to cry out more.

Ryan spat on the butt plug and briefly put it in his mouth for some lubrication. She raised her legs up so he could ram it in her arsehole.. She cried out with the suddeness of the penetration then he knocked her legs down and lay on top of her again.

“Nothing like a butt plug to make for a tight cunt canal eh?”

He took charge of the bottle again ramming it in and out, pushing his tongue down her throat, the floor pushing the plug into her arse, occasionally breaking off to slap her a few more times and slap her tits a bit. Let her feel like the possession she was.

Finally he was ready to jam his dick in her. He pulled out the bottle and rammed in. Despite the pain, the movement of the bottle inside her had caused her to juice if only as her body’s attempt to protect itself. He grunted with satisfaction.

“Ah, that’s how tight you should be,” he said as the butt plug narrowed her passage.

He began rutting on her. It felt so good. Kissing her mouth and slapping and squeezing her tits.

“Now come cunt. Come”

Cherry was filled with pain. Her tits, her cunt, her cheeks, the welts on her thighs. Every thrust forward banged against her bruised, whipped cunt making her moan in pain. This man was ravishing her, possessing her, hurting her. She was filled with pain and dick and plug and any minute he would cum in her. But her hypnotic conditioning meant she would cum. He had planted it in her to come if he told her to.

He started making louder noises as his own cum approached banging her harder and harder, quicker and quicker and she felt her own orgasm rising. It wasn’t good. It was an electrical overdose swamping her brain, mixing with the pain and helplessness that already filled her brain. Ryan cried out spurting and spurting into her which was her cue to shiver and shake and tremble as she came too. They both gasped out and cried until finally they were both spent. He fell across her and she turned her head side on to the rough carpet and cried with pain, exhaustion and humiliation.

In about half an hour Ryan would get hard again, but for now he just lay in a satisfied exhaustion listening as Cherry gently cried.

Cherry did not understand what was happening to her. Anything Ryan told her to do she would do. She couldn’t refuse his calls or not meet him whenever he wanted to. She would make some excuse to her parents and go and meet him as if it was a normal meeting with a boyfriend. She would even be looking forward to it as if her mind had blocked out everything bad that had happened. It wasn’t until she was in his car she would start feeling fearful. In her short dress with no underwear, feeling vulnerable. But she wouldn’t do anything about it. Just do anything he said. Put up with anything he did.

Ryan knew she was confused. He had made her forget the first hypnotism session and any top ups that he frequently did at the end of a session. She couldn’t even remember how they had met, but had been hypnotised to treat it as unimportant. How did she know she was just doing what his post hypnotic suggestions made her do. Each night before she went to sleep she would imagine his face, the most beautiful gentle face she knew. She would imagine him smiling and kissing her and she would play with herself lovingly and drop off to sleep.

After a few more sessions broken up by watching TV, her naked across his lap in the comfy chair, Ryan took Cherry home. She’d have a shower before she left and do her light make up and hair so her parents would see nothing odd about her. He was careful not to mark her in areas her dress would not cover. But Ryan wanted something more than Cherry. He wanted a permanent girlfriend whom he could own and control 24 hours. One where he didn’t have to worry about their parents or friends causing trouble. An older girlfriend.

And that’s when he met Hayley.