Hypnotising Hayley Part Three

Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Two

He got to Hayley through her friend Pam. Every attractive girl has at least one unattractive friend and Hayley was no exception. It was fat Pam that Ryan homed in on the next week in the nightclub. This was someone he thought he could date without any problems. He imagined anyone could. Maybe he was right, maybe the relaxed confidence the thought gave him did it, but he successfully chatted her up and they were dating in no time.

For Ryan it was a labour of love. Having her crush his knees sitting on him while she digested his tongue with huge amounts of saliva was not pleasant. Perhaps his tongue was the only thing that had ever been in her mouth that was not food. So it treated it as food and gushed saliva to digest it. It wasn’t so much an exercise in kissing as in swallowing. It dropped off a bit after the first night, but it was never pleasant.

After the third date he did the hypnotising routine and had her under. Now he didn’t have to bounce on her like a trampoline to have sex but could just put the scenes and actions into her mind so she thought it had happened. He was so unturned on that he didn’t even bother to spank or whip her. She had a nice character and personality behind the puffed out cheeks and two necks/double chin but personality wasn’t what Ryan was after. Technically her eyes and ears were cute and her dark hair had a nice bounce and feel to it. There was a nice face under all the fat. It was a shame she had gone the way she had Ryan thought. A way that had left her not just with fat, but a ton of insecurities none of which Ryan was interested in. For Christ’s sake why didn’t she just live life as it came like him. As for what other people thought of you…. Well fuck ‘em. Who cared?

After a few weeks Pam invited Hayley over for a meal, just Hayley, her and Ryan. She didn’t see the 37, 25, 35 inch blonde as a threat. She was her friend. She didn’t think Ryan suggesting the idea of the meal odd as she thought it was her own. Hayley’s shoulder length thick wavy golden hair, button nose and slightly full kissable lips came through the door at 8.00pm exactly on time. Ryan was impressed, he almost never arrived on time.

She’d brought a good bottle of wine appropriate for the Beef Bourguignon Pam had cooked. Ryan had brought a couple of cans of lager and didn’t know one wine from another. He did know wine got you drunk and being drunk was not good for hypnotism. He had planned for the meal not to be ready until after 8.30. This gave time for a bit of chat and for Pam to tell Hayley some things about Ryan. This of course naturally went to his interest in hypnotism. As they had time to kill perhaps he could show her Pam suggested. It was really interesting. In a non threatening situation with her friend Hayley agreed. She was a polite amenable type of person.

Once she was under and the preliminaries out of the way Ryan put Pam into a trance as well so she also would not remember the post hypnotic commands he was going to put in Hayley’s head. Ryan could not resist running his hand over her smooth well defined cheek, but he held himself back and concentrated on implanting that she would meet him the following evening outside her flat at 7.30 when he would pick her up. This and implanting the keyword “Altimara” pronounced by his voice. Twelve minutes later, two longer than promised and they were both awake and agreeing it had been a fine experiment. Being able to hold her arm up so long with no ill affect, not feeling the pin and the beach had been great and she really did feel so rested and refreshed. She’d have to try it at work!

It gave them something to talk about while Pam finished and served the meal. How it could be used as an anaesthetic, how it had been used in history, how people could not be made to do anything they really didn’t want to do and a few famous cases. He didn’t tell her of the cases where people had done things against their nature.

The meal was excellent and Ryan was persuaded by the two girls to try some of the wine Hayley had brought. Hayley thought he seemed a bit rough but she was pleased Pam had a boyfriend and he seemed nice enough, at least he drank his lager out of a glass. Cock a hoop with his success Ryan was confident and affable. This college educated, classy girl was going to be his.

They said goodnight to Hayley at 11.00. The door closed and Ryan was so pleased he actually hugged and kissed Pam and later made love to her as if she was a normal girlfriend. He might as well leave her with one genuine memory after all she had done for him. It was an uncharacteristic thought for Ryan.

But when he closed his eyes it was Hayley’s green eyes and thick wavy hair he thought about. Hayley’s pouting full lips he dream kissed. Her perfect cheeks he caressed.

He was in a good mood all next day. His workmates noticed it. Asked him if he was in love.

“Maybe,” he said laughing, “maybe.”

Hayley was standing outside her flat waiting for Ryan’s car to arrive. Though everything was clearly odd she had no awareness of it. Everything just seemed very natural and as it should be. There was no past or future. No Pam. Just the now.

“Get in,” he said affably opening the kerbside door. She got in and he drove off. He thought he would take her for a pizza, then to his place and then home. She was going to be his permanent girlfriend and sex slave. There was no rush. He was worried, despite the hypnosis, with spooking her. He had to keep things gentle and unthreatening to get her to his apartment and get her deeper.

The meal went okay. Anything he said was going to go down well because he had put that in her head before. If she disagreed or noticed something was factually wrong or even stupid she just saw it as something cute. Things that would normally annoy her, like him sitting down first, sometimes eating with his hands, drinking beer, just seemed endearing faults. After all it was people’s faults that made them lovable not their perfections, which were just annoying.

Back at his place she had been a bit shocked.

“H’mmm. It’s a bit of a mess isn’t it?”

“Actually I’ve tidied it up,” said Ryan offended, “it’s homely. Lived in.”

“Yes,” she said suddenly changing her mind, “homely and lived in.”

“Like a place should be,” said Ryan, pulling the cap off a bottle and offering it to her. She shook her head.

“Yes. As it should be,” she copied.

Now he had to get her in deep trance again. He said the keyword Altimara and smoothed her into a deep hypnotic sleep. After about fifteen minutes he moved to the important stuff. She was now so deep she was completely under his control. That she was intelligent and had good concentration had actually made it easier.

“You like me. You like me. You like me so much you will do anything for me. Like anything I do to you. Like anything I say to you,” he began to repeat, ”nothing I do will seem odd or unwanted and if it is you just won’t notice. You will do anything. Other people will not matter. They are not important. Only me. Only me”

He continued for some time. He slid his hand up her skirt feeling her smooth thigh up and down, bumping into her panties. She had worn a fairly boring dark mid thigh skirt and light cream sweater over a thick rounded bra. He really wanted to see her tits. He told her it would please him if she took off her sweater and undid her bra. She did.

He wasn’t disappointed. It could have been a disaster. Her bra could have held anything, but they were great. Not too small, not too large. Something he could get a good handful of with half inch nipples both in width and depth and an aureola stretching out about an inch around. Different men liked different kinds of tits Ryan had found. Some tits were so large you lost your hand in their jellyness. Others were small and firm and great against your chest. Ones that gave him a handful he could just get his hand over enough to squeeze both sides were the ones Ryan liked. These were the ones Hayley had. Posh tits. Posh legs. A posh girl. By Ryan’s standards at any rate.

She was going to do anything for him. Was going to hurt for him, be humiliated for him, serve him, fuck him and live with him. This was the sex slave he had dreamed of and boy was she going to know it. He want to strip the rest of her clothes off and fuck her there and then. Spread her over his bed and ram his cock into that middle class cunt and ram her till she knew her place. Knew she just existed to satisfy his every need. His personal fuck cunt. His personal Anal Annie. Anal Annie he thought with a smile. For God’s sake Ryan is that the best you can come up with. He smiled again. He was going to fuck that ass though. Fuck it whenever he wanted. He squeezed her left tit and sucked on it. Then the other one. Time was getting on though. This woman leaning topless, her back on his sofa, green eyes looking at the ceiling, had to be taken home. She had to think it had been a normal date. They met, they ate, they went to his place, drank, had a good chat and he had taken her home.

He arranged for him to pick her up in two days time at Saturday lunchtime. Friday he would have to deal with Pam.

He had to make sure everything was handled smoothly as he didn’t want to disrupt the friendship network. He knew how girls gossiped and dug down to find out secrets about each other. They all knew he was going out with Pam. It had to look like she had broken it off and not think Hayley was with him for several weeks.

He conditioned Pam to think she had broken it off because it was getting too intense. Ryan was nice but he had been getting too possessive.

“Trust me,” she had laughed to her friends later, “to get one who likes you too much. I may want a boyfriend, but I don’t want one who wants all of my attention without room for anyone else.”

It had seemed a bit sudden from hot to cold her girlfriends thought, but they understood her point of view. In fact they even admired her. Over the next few months, thanks to Ryan’s post hypnotic suggestion, she slowly lost weight and actually did find another boyfriend.

Saturday came,

Ryan picked up Hayley and took her back to his place. This time he didn’t bother to make her think the place was nice. It wasn’t his intention to use the hypnosis to have her like him. He was using it to control her enough so that she could not get away from him. She would do the rest because of threats of punishment if she didn’t.

“It’s a bit of a mess”, she said, eyeing the general untydiness, the stains on the worn carpet and the dust everywhere.

Yeah. I’ll let you clean and tidy it up in a bit”

“You hope,” she smiled.

“Oh, I know,” he said smiling back.

“But the first thing we need is to change your clothes.”

“What?” She looked down at her sweater and jeans.

“Take a seat on the sofa and I’ll explain,” he said. He himself sat in one of the comfy chairs.

“The first thing is I can make you do whatever I like.”

“Really,” she scoffed.

“For example. You will sit on the sofa. You will not talk until I let you. You will raise your left arm to a vertical position pointing at the ceiling.”

Hayley lifted her arm straight up to point at the ceiling. She looked confused.

“There you see,” Ryan smiled victoriously, “You will do anything I say. However I don’t want to make you do everything I say just because I say it. I think it’ll be more fun to make you do things because otherwise you’ll be punished.”

Ryan got up and went to the long sideboard against the wall opposite the sofa. He opened the top drawer and took out a two tailed whip and a cane.

“If you don’t do what I say I’ll cane you or whip you until you do.”

Now Hayley was looking scared. She may have been sitting and not talking as if of her own volition but her hand in the air was telling her differently.

“Of course I’ll use my power to help me get you in position for a punishment. You are going to be my sex slave Hayley. “

“Don’t worry. It won’t change your life much. You’ll still work. You’ll still see your friends. For a while anyway. But in-between you’ll be with me.”

Hayley sat, her pupils wide and eyes big with her arm up. Her pupils were so wide her green eyes looked almost black.

“After you leave work you’ll come here. After any social event you’ll come here. After anything you do you’ll come here. You won’t make attempts to run away or leave. You won’t talk to anyone about what we do. When you’re away from me it’ll just seem like a normal relationship. So when I let yer go from the sofa don’t think about making a run for the door. You won’t be able to open it. You won’t make an attempt to resist anything I do to you and you won’t make any attempt to harm me or yourself in any way, even slightly. Also of course,” he grinned widely, “you won’t complain about anything or argue with me. Nod if you understand.”

Hayley just stared at him.

“Nod if you understand or shake your head if you don’t. Do nothing and I’ll slap your face until you do.”

Hayley paused then nodded.

“I’ve also made it so you won’t be able to read any hypnotism books or go to any hypnotist. Not that it would help you anyway as you would have to explain your position to him which I’ve also made you not able to do to anyone. Still best to be sure,” he grinned widely as if pleased with himself that he had covered all bases. Then he had been doing this for some time now.

“Okay, so the first thing we need is to get you in some different clothes. I’ve guessed the size but you look fairly normal build to me.” He went to the bedroom and came back with a short white skirt and a thin white woolen top.

“Take all your clothes off including underwear and put these on. By the way you don’t have to sit on the sofa any more.” He grinned widely.

“In case you’re modest I’ll turn my back,” he said, grinning even wider.

Hayley got up and found herself removing her clothes and putting on the two ridiculous items he had given her. The obviously cheap skirt had an elasticated waist and came to mid thigh. The equally cheap top was a size too small, probably deliberately she thought and clung to her tightly. Her breasts were clearly outlined and her aureolae and nipples were clearly defined through the thin material.

“Done?” he asked when it sounded like she had stopped moving, then realising she couldn’t speak, turned around. She was standing not sure what to do next. Each hand held the opposite shoulder so her arms were across her chest. He smiled sardonically.

“Yeah, you want to hide those.” He paused to look at her. The cheap white sweater stopped about an inch before the cheap skirt so there was a thin band of skin visible. She looked like a cheap whore. He hadn’t seen her cunt yet but just knowing it was there, naked, beneath the skirt excited him.

“Sit down and take your arms away from your tits.”

She did as he said. She didn’t know if it was because she was hypnotised or scared. She felt very vulnerable. He pulled in a plastic chair from the kitchen and sat for a moment to look at her. Her vulnerability and scared big, round eyes made her look younger than she was. He just sat looking at her tits and nipples held firm and out by the sweater and her nice pale legs and smooth white thighs going up beneath the skirt.

“In a minute I’ll give you control of your body, but I want you to continue to do as I say of your own accord. Remember you’re mine now and it’s in your interest to please me. You know I’m going to have sex with you so there’s no point in resisting.

“Okay. With the provisos I made earlier about not taking any bad action against me or trying to leave, you now have control of your body and I want you to open your legs for me.”

Hayley sat there for a moment and then experimentally raised her right arm and put it down again. Her bare legs and bare ass under the skirt felt strange. She thought of it as the skirt rather than her skirt. The cheapness of the clothes offended her almost as much as their skimpiness. She was used to tasteful and expensive.

Ryan raised his voice. “I said open your legs bitch.”

Surprised by the sudden angry tone and still bewildered and scared and not fully realising she could now say no, she opened her legs.

“More,” he barked. She closed her eyes and opened her thighs more. She had actually blushed Ryan noticed. Her thighs trembled with the mental effort of showing herself in such a way. The trembling of those beautiful white thighs excited Ryan a lot. He looked past her naked legs, up the inside of her thighs and finally to her cunt. He took in a big breath and let out a big sigh. There was a thin forest of blonde hair, a small dark crack, her inner lips hidden inside the outers. He could have sworn they were blushing too.

He moved nearer, squatting in front of her to push her legs and therefore cunt wider and show the inside of her. He pushed in and smelt her. A gentle musk. He pushed his nose against her clitoris and licked over her hole and along her crack. A big long lick for him not her. He was filled with a sense of possession. That this was his. He licked like a dog might but more slowly.

Hayley’s feet were pushed into the carpet. Her whole body was rigid. She wanted to pull or push his head away. She didn’t want this tongue lapping her. She couldn’t think of a way to do it. He had told her she would not be able to act against him to stop him doing anything he wanted to her and it seemed to be true. After thirty seconds or so, though it seemed longer, she pushed herself backwards away from him. She’d worked out she could do this because it wasn’t taking any action directly against him. Perhaps she would find other loopholes. He moved his hands up her thighs pushing the skirt up and lifted his head.

“I wouldn’t worry,” he said, “I’m not likely to be doing this much.” He looked her in the eyes. “You can talk now, but quietly. No shouting.”

“Please don’t,” she said.

“But that’s the fun, owning you and using you.” He moved forward to give her another big lick, “If you liked it I wouldn’t get the same fun at all.”

He pushed his hands further up so the thumbs were pushing either side of her pinkness and clit.

Hayley had a problem. She could say no to anything he wanted to do but she couldn’t physically resist him. She could refuse to do something he told her to do, but not anything he wanted to do to her.

He bounced up to sit next to her left on the sofa ad grabbed across to her breast. At the same time he nuzzled into her neck kissing her. She pulled sharply back but he put his left arm around her and pulled her back. She tried to cringe away, but it was useless. His hand went under her sweater to her breast. His mouth moved from her neck to her lips. He pushed his beery tongue against her lips and forced it into her mouth . He was squeezing her breasts so it hurt. As she opened her mouth to gasp his tongue dived deeper down her throat. He kissed her hard and deep several times squeezing and playing with her tit before moving to her cunt. She squeezed her legs shut now she had the power to do so. Ryan suddenly pulled back from kissing her and slapped her hard against the left cheek.”

“Open your legs.”

The stinging shock made her obey him. He put his hand over her cunt and rubbed it a few times enjoying the feel of the soft sparse fur before sliding two fingers into her hole. His fingers sliding in and out as he kissed her soon juiced her up and he began poking her harder, finger fucking her in and out, banging against her outer lips and clit. She moaned into his mouth and began moving her body. It sounded and felt like she was enjoying it, but really it was the brutality of his finger fucking hurting her and the force of his tongue down her throat making it hard to breath that made her moan and gasp and move.

He continued this for a few minutes then pulled back.

“Let’s take your top off. There’s nothing worse than a girl with too many clothes on.” He pulled her sweater up hard. Her tits flopped out and her arms went up and after a quick pull on her chin it was over her head and arms and off.

“No. Please,” she said too late. She was an intelligent girl. Why was she feeling more and more helpless and weak.

“That’s better,” he said and slapped one of her tits to watch it bounce back and forth. Then he said, “what do you mean no?”. He slapped her face hard on the left cheek with his right hand and then her right cheek with his left hand. Her head jerked right and left.

“Not ‘no’. The only word I want to hear is yes. Yes and thank you.”

“Please,” she said looking at him with teary eyes.

He slapped her twice again and then slapped both her tits back and forth. Her cheeks reddened where the blows fell.

“Yes and thank you,” he repeated. He lifted his hand, “say it.”

She cringed back.

“Say it.”

“Y, yes and thank you,” she managed to get out.

“That’s better. Now let’s enjoy that mouth of yours some more and feel your tits against me.” He pulled off his T-shirt and pressed himself against her while his fingers went back into her hole and his tongue into her mouth.

How far was he trying to force his tongue down her throat and how far up his fingers?

When he was bored with this Ryan pulled his slimy fingers out and pushed them against her lips. She turned her head away.

“No. What are you doing ?”

“I’m trying to clean my fingers. It’s your muck.”

She looked at him strangely.

“I’m not going to suck my own juice!”

“You’re going to do whatever the fuck I tell you.” He paused. “Suck ‘em or else!”

“No.”

He grabbed her by the arm and threw her half naked on the floor. She fell half on her side half on her front giving him a nice view of her cunt and lower ass cheeks though her bare back sort of attracted him. Her golden hair fell over her face and eyes. Ryan strode to the drawer and pulled out some handcuffs. Hayley was trying to get to her feet but he gave her a hard shove. She fell on the floor again this time on her front. Ryan put a knee on the middle of her back to pin her down, pulled her arms behind her and handcuffed her. He sat on her back like a low stool and pulled her hair back from her face which she had turned so one side was on the carpet and one side up. Then he grabbed it and pulled it back.

“Uuuh.”

“Uuuh? It’s going to hurt a lot more than this slut.”

While he pulled her hair his other hand stroked her ass cheeks under the skirt. He wanted her to know who was boss.

“I warned you what would happen if you said No. Now I’m going to show you.”

He went back to the drawer and pulled out a small flogger.

“This might sting a bit.”

He slashed it down on her back with full force. Hayley screamed and writhed. He brought it down again. She screamed and rolled over to protect her back. He brought it down across her tits. Her back arched as she screamed again and then again as a second hit came through. She rolled back onto her front. It hit her back. She screamed again. It hit her again. She screamed again.

A pattern of red marks was coming up on her back. The smooth white skin turning red under the constant lashes. Strike. Give her time to scream and recover and then strike again. The screams turned into gasps as she began to run out of energy. Her body rolled right and left, but never completely over. She had learnt that lesson though it was difficult not to turn over. As the lashing continued her legs started coming back, kicking up and down from the knee. The picture of a woman in agony. Her head would come up gasping bending her back, her legs would thrash up and down, she would roll from side to side.

Swish, splat. Swish, splat. Ryan lashed her. He stopped only once she was crying, blubbing, like the helpless girl she was. Beaten, cowed, he let the flogger go and pulled her to a sitting position. He sat behind her on a cushion his arms around her middle his head into her neck. He raised his arms to massage her tits and then raised the fingers to her mouth.

“Are you going to do it now or do you want some more?” he said in a normal tone of voice. “Come on, open your mouth,” he coaxed. Tears were streaming down her face. She opened her mouth. He slid his two fingers in. They were no longer wet. The juice had dried, but they would still have the musky, fishy taste. He moved them in and out a few times rubbing over her tongue to make sure she tasted it.

“Now suck,” he coaxed and she sucked.

“Now move your tongue around the finger. Remember I want them coming out clean.”

She moved her tongue around the finger. His other hand squeezed and fondled her breast. He felt her tears drop on it. Felt her back jerking slightly against his front and her head moving as she tried to control herself against the side of his head which was touching hers and talking softly into her ear. When he was satisfied he pulled the fingers out, now covered with saliva and stroked them down her chest and belly, through her blonde pubic hair and back to her cunt. Once again they pushed into her hole. In and out. In and out and then back to her mouth. She opened enough to let them in and let him slide them back and forth. When he stopped moving his fingers she sucked on them and ran her tongue around them. She tasted the musky, fishy smell of her cunt juices. It was unpleasant but bearable she thought as his hand snaked its way down to poke into her hole and collect some more. And so the process was repeated. Repeated till her mouth was filled with the taste and smell of her own cunt juice.

“There. Was that really worth having such a flogging for?”

Hayley didn’t answer. She felt weak and dispirited and her back stung all over. Oh God what was she going to do?

Ryan pulled her to her feet, hands still handcuffed behind her and pulled her skirt down to her ankles.

“Step out of it.”

She stepped out of it. He sat down on the couch.

“As you don’t like the taste of your own juices perhaps you’d like to taste some of mine instead. Come and suck me.”

Her back still feeling like it was on fire and feeling she had no choice but to do anything he said, Hayley knelt in front of him and waited. He opened his legs.

“Get it out then. You can’t expect me to do all of the work.”

Hayley coloured up.

“You’ll need to release my hands..”

“I’ll let you do it with your mouth,” he grinned, “it’s traditional for sex slaves. As this is your first time I’ll help. “ He undid his belt and pulled it out of the waist band. He slashed it down over her shoulder onto her back. Hayley gave a short scream and bowed her head to the floor.

“You can’t get it for free.” He unbuttoned the top of his jeans above the zip. “I’ll undo the button, you can pull the zip down with your teeth and I’ll help pull the trousers down to my thighs. Okay?”

Hayley had bent back up but the pain of the belt over the flogger welts still hurt a lot. Her whole back felt red and hurting anyway. When she didn’t say anything he said, “you say, “Yes. Thank you.” remember?”

“Yes. Thank you,” she said though she didn’t sound as if she meant it. He would have to work on that later. She shuffled forward and grabbed the zipper with her teeth. It slipped out a few times, but she got it down. It did mean her nose was pressed hard into his underwear and the obvious half erection inside. It smelt like he hadn’t washed, which he deliberately hadn’t.

She lent back and Ryan wriggled out of the jeans and pushed them down his thighs till he thought they were loose enough for her to pull the rest of the way. They had a lot of time to fill and he was in no hurry. She shuffled into position and tried to grab the material with her teeth. She had to pull a bit down at the front, then move to the side and then twist to get her head under his leg to pull it down there. Then she had to shuffle to face the other leg and pull that down in the same way. She thought it was going to take forever. What a stupid crazy stunt. As the trousers got lower the task got easier. Finally the jeans were bunched up at his ankles.

It took her about ten minutes, but Ryan was just enjoying watching this helpless naked girl kneeling at his feet struggling to remove his trousers with her teeth, her hands handcuffed behind her. It was like a sort of sexy game show.

“You might as well pull off my socks while you’re there.”

She was bent over near the bottom of the jeans about to pull from the bottom. He couldn’t resist whipping the belt down again. This time instead of her bending forward she reared up. Ryan smiled pleasantly as her face contorted in pain.

“Yes, thank you,” he prompted. For a moment it looked like she might rebel then she said “Yes. Thank you.”

“You thank me because I am letting you please me. We are pretending that pleasing me is what you want to do and therefore you thank me for having the opportunity to do it.”

“Yes. Thank you,” she said unprompted and then bowed down to her task. Ryan had deliberately not showered since Friday, though showering was not one of his strong suits anyway. Hazel smelt the cheese on his feet and socks as she grabbed the tip with her teeth and pulled. Luckily for her he had purposely worn loose socks so she could get them off easily.

“Might as well give them a kiss and a lick while you’re there. Don’t forget to suck the toes and lick in-between them. It’s traditional.”

Hayley kissed and licked his feet for several minutes until he told her to stop and received two more slashes of the belt for her trouble.

“Right, back to the trousers then.”

She managed to pull them off and then follow a similar procedure with his Y-fronts. Finally she was facing his slightly smelly cock.

“Give it a bit of a kissing and licking first.”

She kissed up and down the stem and around his balls and then licked the same area before finally taking him in her mouth. She used her lips to hold him tight and moved up and down over his head. Her knees were beginning to ache and though the flogged area had reduced to just feeling a bit sore it still hurt where the belt had slashed her.

Ryan looked down at the bobbing head and the pleasantly welted back. Nice broad marks from the belt.

“Don’t take your mouth off,” he said and gave her another slash and then two more. Hayley pushed her head down onto his cock each time. On the third hit she nearly choked herself she pushed down on it so far. Ryan let her get on with it, enjoying her smooth, tight strokes occasionally giving her a bit of encouragement with a slash of the belt and “tighten those lips more,” slash, “use that tongue more.”

Hegot closer and closer to orgasm. He had intended to pull her off before coming, but in the end couldn’t resist shooting his load into his submissive slave’s mouth.

“Aah, swallow”, he gasped as his come rippled up his cock to spurt into her mouth.

“Aaah, yeah,” he shot again and again into her mouth. He hadn’t come in days. Another gob shot up and into her mouth, now filled with his cum. Hayley desperately swallowed the filthy stuff. It felt like he had a torrent in there. A little came out the sides of her mouth and a little dribbled down her chin due to his cock filling so much of her cavity space.

“Aaah yeah,” he sighed again and pulled her head forward so she kept his dick in her mouth while it slowly deflated. Hayley wanted it out. Keeping it in kept the remaining cum and its taste in her mouth. Ryan waited about a minute though it seemed longer to Hayley

“Yeah,” he said yet again as he finally pulled it out. “Now lick it clean.”

Hayley looked at him in amazement.

“Come on cunt.”

Fear overcoming distatste and she leaned forward and began licking him clean. He pointed to a bit on the hair of his balls near his thigh. She dutifully licked and sucked it off. Finally when she was finished and he was leaning back relaxed and happy he said, “okay you can put your clothes back on now. Time for a rest.” He took off her handcuffs and she went to get the clothes she had come in but he said, “not those stupid. Those.” She went to the cheap top and skirt and put them on. Why was he bothering, it hardly covered anything she thought

Ryan pulled on his trousers and T-shirt.

“Come here.” She sat next to him on the sofa. He put his arm round her, turned on the TV and watched a cartoon.

Hypnotising Hayley Chapter Three

Hayley watched Ryan laughing at the inane and pointless violence of the cartoon. Did he always watch kid’s programs she wondered. Her own mind was elsewhere. On the things she had just been made to do. Humiliating, shameful things. She couldn’t believe anyone normal would do any of these things. Yet here she was snuggled into him as if they were some normal couple. She was trapped with some crazy pervert. Using her mouth to pull down his pants, why? Her mind kept going over the bad things he had made her do and the cruel things he had done to her. Inside she knew there was worse to come. She shivered as Ryan let out a laugh at some big hammer hitting a chicken. Hayley sympathised with the chicken. Was this what she had studied so hard for? To become some warehouse man’s plaything. There must be some way out. Maybe when he let her go tomorrow. She just had to endure.

Ryan watched the cartoon, then a prankster program and then thought about what he should do with her next. He remembered his comment about letting her tidy up. H’m. Shame he didn’t have any topless french maid outfits. He didn’t have that much. With her money though soon he would be able to get lots of things.

“Right, time for you to tidy up and clean.”

He pecked her on the cheek and fondled a breast through the sweater. “I don’t have a maid’s costume only a bit of BDSM stuff so I guess that will have to do. Take off your top.”

Not exactly surprised Hayley pulled the top off. It wasn’t as if she showed any more than when she had it on. He handcuffed her hands in front of her, rolled the waist of the skirt over to make it short enough for the bottom of her butt cheeks to show. He put a metal link chain around her head which he tightened. It had a two pronged hook hanging down from it by elastic. He left it bumping her nose. From the drawer he pulled out some screw on nipple clamps with a chain which he fastened to her nipples. He screwed them until her nipples went flat and she complained it hurt.

“It’s supposed to hurt.”

He tightened it some more until she was breathing in short gasps from the pain. Hayley had never had her nipples squeezed before and it hurt a lot. She was trying not to complain. She had to endure otherwise he would just do something worse or whip her again. He pulled the two pronged hook down and fitted a hook into each nose hole. He adjusted the elastic a bit.

“Ow,” she said, “what the hell is this?”

“It’s Japanese. Its supposed to make you look like a pig. They like to use it when girls are sucking dicks. They call the girls oink pigs. Or something like that. I have a video somewhere.”

“It hurts.”

“Its uncomfortable,” Ryan agreed. Suddenly his face lit up as if he had just thought of something else, which indeed he had. He came back from the drawer with two labia clamps with bells on which he hung from the chain.

“That just leaves shoes. I guess your two inch heels will have to do till we find something better.”

Ryan brought the black two inch heel shoes she had come in and she managed to sit on the sofa and put them on. She stood up feeling stupid. Because of the other things she was wearing her own shoes had now been turned into sex items as well.

He took her arm, led her into the bedroom and put her in front of the full length mirror. She looked at the sex slave parody of herself. She felt a bit sad and a bit angry. He led her back into the living room and after a bit of searching found a duster.

Right off you go,” he said cheerily.

“You can stand on the kitchen chair and dust where the wall meets the ceiling to get rid of the cobwebs, then dust everything else. Cups, bottles and things can go in the kitchen, clothes in the bedroom. Anything you’re not sure of hold up for me and I will tell you where to put it. Maybe if its long it can go up your cunt,” he joked. “It’s traditional to have a butt plug but we’ll save that for when you’re dressed as an animal. I want it tight for when I fuck you up it anyway.” He didn’t want to leave her in any doubt as to what he was going to do with her. It would give her time to get used to the idea instead of fighting it. H sat down on the sofa and watched.

Hayley put the chair near the corner, stood on it and stretched up to dust the cobwebs. She bet he had never dusted since he moved in. She knew exactly how he was looking up her raised skirt. Ogling her ass cheeks and vagina which she knew this action flashed at him. She felt herself go red. Guess I’m just a porn actress now she thought, flashing her bits provocatively to make some man hard even if she didn’t want to.

Ryan watched her as she worked around the room. He could see it was an effort to stretch on the chair as she had to dust with both hands up due to the handcuffs and her shoes made her legs stretch as she tried to balance. She didn’t look in any danger of falling though. The bells jingled as she worked adding to her humiliation. When she reached where the sideboard was she couldn’t reach the ceiling.

“I can’t reach.”

“Perhaps as you’re now a maid you should call me master.”

She glared at him.

“I can’t reach master.” She emphasised the last word heavily not submissively. Ryan gave her a big grin.

“Just reach as far as you can and dust the wall area. This involved her leaning forward even more than before and showing her lower regions even more too. In fact she was supporting herself on the wall with her hands and her butt was pushed out like some girl in a burlesque show. Except they weren’t showing their tush which put her below a burlesque dancer and back to being a warm up porn star. She gritted her teeth and carried on.

It was made worse because there was nothing to clean. She was just going through the motions so he could look at her backside and crack.

When she had finished this particularly humiliating task and moved to the left of the sideboard and television Ryan added insult to injury by turning the TV back on. It was time to watch soccer. Everyone knew a man’s soccer came before his girl.

Hayley worked her way around the room. She knew he was still casting glances at her. That she was still on show. When she reached the side wall he lay back on the couch with his legs up alternating her with the TV. Occasionally he threw her a comment such as “yeah, that’s it. Much cleaner now,” or “yeah, that’s the way,” or “h’m, good stretch.”

Hayley’s arms were getting tired from being lifted up all the time and her thighs and calves were feeling the pressure from the constant stretching. When Ryan said “get me a beer from the fridge will you?” she was actually pleased as it gave her a bit of a break. She brought a bottle and glass held awkwardly because of her hands being handcuffed together.

“I won’t need the glass.” She stood there, but he did not take the beer.

“Take the glass back and just bring the bottle.”

“Yes master,” she said emphasising the word master to show her displeasure. He just wanted her to run back and forth for him and hear her bells jingle for a double humiliation. She was wrong though. Ryan wanted a triple humiliation. When she returned and handed him the beer he still didn’t take it.

“I want you to kneel whenever you give me something,” he said in a serious tone of voice. Hayley did nothing.

“Kneel,” he commanded loudly and reached for his belt still on the sofa.

Hayley looked fearful and quickly dropped to her knees. If he wanted her to obey him then why had he dropped that aspect of the hypnotism. It was to give him an excuse to whip her. He wanted to whip her.

“Your beer master,” she said quickly to appease him and this time not sarcastically.

She held it out to him both handcuffed hands around the bottle and he stretched his hand out but could not reach unless he leaned forward slightly. Instead he leaned back slightly and nodded at his hand. She shuffled forward aware of her boobs jiggling and setting off the bells on the silver linked chain and held it right next to his hand. Finally he looked down at her little piggy face and took it. He never ceased to be delighted how a girl’s pulled up nose really was like a pig’s when wearing the device. It must be getting pretty uncomfortable by now he thought. Hayley was certainly aware of it. Her nipples had somehow adjusted to the screw clamps but the nose prong was a constant annoyance both physically and mentally as she knew from the mirror how it looked.

“And a bottle opener,” he said.

Back at her wall at least some of the ache had gone from her limbs. She got back to her task, finishing the side wall and back wall and the short final side wall. For the last rear wall Ryan watched the soccer. Hayley was still painfully aware of her look though. She wasn’t sure how to interrupt him.

“I,ve finished the walls,” she eventually said standing a little to one side of his head.

“Kneel and say it,” he said.

She knelt in front of his reclined figure a picture of submissiveness and said “I’ve finished the walls.”

“You’re supposed to say ‘master,” he reminded her, “come up here.” He patted the sofa and sat up. She stood up and was about to sit next to him when he grabbed her arm and pulled her over him. Her face was looking at the sofa and her behind over his lap.

“Something to remind you,” he said pulling up her skirt and landing a hard slap on her left butt cheek. He landed a few more, alternating cheeks and watching them turn from a milky white to a rose colour and as he continued to a nice red. he two circles of red covering most of her cheeks now contrasted nicely with the whiteness around it. Hayley’s cries were beginning to get louder as each stroke fell on an area that had already been made tender by the previous strokes. She began to wriggle and her legs started to kick upwards as each new stroke landed. Her cuffed hands were stuck helplessly beneath her.

Ryan continued relentlessly. He watched his hand come down on each rounded cheek, saw it flatten, ripple outwards from the blow like waves from a stone thrown in a pond. He watched them jiggle and flatten and ripple and move from pink to orange to red.

How many was he going to give her Hayley thought. She had taken the first few stoically, but as it just continued and continued she moved to gasping, then crying out. Now all thoughts of dignity and resignation had left her. Each new stroke was putting a wave of pain through her butt consuming her whole being. All she was aware of was the pain and the slapping. She began crying. At first softly, then increasing to a sob, then full sobs. Another five minutes and she was just a violently sobbing, kicking, writhing mess. The sobbing filled her being as much as the pain and the wet tears rolling down her cheeks. It all blurred into one. No time to think or consciously react, her body reacting entirely of its own accord. Her head jerked left and right, her butt wriggled desperately to escape and her body rolled from side to side as he alternated cheeks.

“Stop,” she gasped out between sobs, “please stop. Please. Please.” She was begging now. No longer the independent, but humiliated girl she had been. “Please please, please.” She begged continuously through gasps and screams that took her breath away. She couldn’t shout even if she had wanted to. It was a quiet repeated plea from a hurt and broken girl.

Ryan didn’t stop even though her pleading was almost constant now.

“Please stop, please stop, please stop,”

He just carried on, his hand rising and falling, rising and falling and her gasps and sobs turning into low screams and then higher screams and then loud, loud screams with each down slap he made. He was having trouble holding her in place she was twisting and turning and writhing so much, but her hands trapped below stopped her escaping. Up and down, up and down on each round quivering cheek until he decided she’d had enough. If he went any further she would be hysterical beyond control. He uttered a satisfied sigh and stopped. The girl lay across him sobbing and sobbing fight and energy beaten out of her. She didn’t even try and get away, just lay completely limp. Her bottom felt hot to him, it must be burning for her.

Hayley had never experienced such pain. Her butt felt more than twice its normal size and a burning pain bit into her over each cheek. Why had she forgotten. Oh god why had she forgotten. She knew he had wanted to punish her and played into his hands. She was so stupid. And she couldn’t stop crying. It went on and on and yet unless she stopped crying she couldn’t be herself, be Hayley. The couch was so wet. Ryan smoothed a hand over her burning rounded cheeks.

“Aah, aah,” she cried out with the pain just touching her caused, cried out like a little child rather than a woman. She felt like a child, helpless and defeated by someone bigger and stronger than her. At this moment he seemed so big and she seemed so little and she knew she was beaten.

Ryan knew it too. The limpness of her body draped across him told him he now controlled her. She wasn’t trying to push her skirt down or pretend she was anything other than a broken little girl. Her pleading had not been angry or commanding at the end. It had been just that, pleading, desperate. She would be willing to do anything he asked now. He would have to look for excuses to punish her. He hadn’t even got hard while he was doing it. So into the violence of it, the steady pounding.

Next time he would do it for fun. Space the blows out. Let her anticipate each stroke before it came down. Give her time to recover from the pain before inflicting the next one to restart it. Smooth her ass before striking it so she would know it was coming. He daydreamed for a bit on this while he stroked her cheeks and looked at her pretty thighs and crack and ass cheeks and her smooth back and her dipped head shaking slightly as she still issued muffled sobs. He pulled her unresisting head back by her hair with his right hand and passed the left over her eyes feeling the wet tears. He let her head flop back down. He rubbed his wet hand over her back and looked at the wet mark. He should give her a bit more time to recover, but he was getting bored.

“Okay, now get on your knees in front of me.”

There were a few jerks as she tried to push herself up. She felt so exhausted. Please, please no more. Yet she had to do it. She had to force her weak arms to push her dead weight body up. She had to use those muscles. After four pathetic jerks she finally overcame the apathy of her muscles and managed to get herself off him. She slid to the floor held up by the sofa and unable to make the effort to stand or kneel crawled to a position in front of him. She turned to face him head down and then kneeled up. She gasped in pain and let out a little cry as her ass touched the back of her calves. It hurt so much. She forced her hands onto her knees and pushed herself up her head hanging.

“Look up at me.”

She looked up. Her hair at the front was wet and tangled from her tears. He leant forward to push it off her face.

“Part your legs. I want to see your cunt”

She parted them until she thought he had a good view up her skirt. She wasn’t ashamed or humiliated anymore. She was just an automaton doing what she was told. Ryan admired her tits and cunt for a while then leaned forward to take off the nose prong from her head, then he loosened the nipple clamps a little. She gasped as they started to ache from the blood slowly returning. He didn’t want to take them off but he didn’t want to damage her nipples by having them too tight too long much though he would have liked to actually tighten them.

“Good slut,” he said almost kindly, “so have you learnt your lesson and don’t forget the key word.”

“Yes, master,” she said submissively. Ryan understood she now knew what the word master meant.

“Okay, so don’t forget it again eh,” he said conversationally, all forgiven as if he had only slightly rebuked Hayley rather than massively punished her.

“No master,” she said softly.

“You can kiss my feet again while you recover.”

He stretched them out cross legged for her and returned to watching the TV. It was a comedy and Hayley heard the laughter around her as she bent forward to kiss and lick his feet this time in a truly submissive way. An occasional tear would fall which she would lick up, tasting the saltiness of her own pain.

Hayley kissed and licked his feet for half an hour. The raging pain in her ass had settled down to a dull soreness. Ryan turned on his phone to catch up on social events.

“You can start tidying the room now,” he said.

“Yes, master.”

“And can you think of something else to say like nothing or ‘thank you master’ or,” he couldn’t think of anything else, “something.”

Hayley was stumped. The obvious answer was now out so after a hesitation she managed, “I’ll tidy up master.”

“Yeah and do a good job. Actually come back here. You need your piggy nose back. And kneel.”

Hayley knelt in front of him and he retrieved and put on the nose hooks.

“Okay, off you go.” He turned her sideways and slapped her ass to help her on her way. Hayley uttered a short scream. It hurt so much. Her behind was so tender. She could feel the full imprint of his hand stinging her. Tears sprang to her eyes immediately. What was wrong with her? She felt so fragile.

“Say ‘thank you master.”

“Th, thank you master.”

Ryan watched her tits hang down as she bent over to remove things and dust the sideboard and two side tables. She had to pick each thing up with both hands because of the cuffs to take it to the kitchen. Other things she held up for him and he said what cupboard or drawer to put it. It was fun to watch her struggle. She had to go and open the drawer with both hands and then take the object in both hands to the drawer and put it in. Except when she was putting things in low places he couldn’t see her ass as well as when she had been dusting.

“Come here,” he said.

She came and knelt. Her face flinched as her butt rested on her calves.

“Stand up.”

She did.

“We’ll get rid of this.”

He pulled her skirt down to her ankles. She let out a squeal as it rubbed over her rounded and red ass cheeks.

“That’s better. You can get back to work now.”

Hayley tensed herself for another slap but this time he left her alone. She was past modesty by now only wanting to avoid further punishment so the removal of her skirt didn’t worry her. It actually stopped it touching and rubbing on her sore butt. She jingled around tits bouncing and hanging as appropriate for the activity, ass glowing a nice red for Ryan’s enjoyment while he exchanged messages with friends and okayed things on social media. He exhausted this at about the same time Hayley, having finished picking up cups and plates had removed the last of the clothes from the floor. He felt like a bit more sex.

“Good timing,” he complimented her, “come and sit on my lap and get your reward.”

A little fearful of what was coming next Hayley went over to him. He pulled the naked girl down to sit on his lap. She moaned as her sore butt sat on his knee.

“Let’s take these things off you,” he said considerately and removed the nose hook, bells, hand cuffs and labia clamps. He unscrewed the nipple clamps. Hayley moaned and shivered as painful feeling returned to her nipples though because he had loosened it earlier there was no sharp unbearable pain. He put them all to one side and massaged her tits. He loved the feel of tits. A hand over each and Hayley obediently letting him. He moved a hand down between her legs. The lightest tap on her delicate thigh and she opened her legs so he could get a better feel. He nuzzled into her neck and then it was back to deep kisssing and finger penetration. She felt much better to him this time. No tension of resistance, only wanting to give in to him and please him. Wanting not to be punished.

“There’s a good whore,” he praised her as he took his mouth off her full lips. He pulled his fingers out of her hole and slid them into her mouth. This time she opened her mouth to let them in and he pushed them back and forth and round and round and when he stopped she closed her lips around them and sucked them moving her tongue around at the same time. Ryan smiled. She was getting the full flavour now. He dipped them back into her hole for a top up and let her taste some more. He kept doing this till he was sure her mouth was full of the taste.

“Open your mouth.” She did. He had a sniff. Yes a good cunty smell. Okay now go down and make my dick wet and hard so I can fuck you.”

Hayley moved off his lap grimacing at the movement on her bottom and slid to her knees on the floor. At least her ass was in the air now. She opened his trousers and pulled down the zip. There were no underpants to take care of this time and his cock popped free. Using one hand to hold it she put it in her mouth and began sucking.

“Stroke my thighs.”

She ran a hand gently up and down his thighs while she sucked him hard. She was hoping if she did a good job he would not hit her with the belt again. Ryan just enjoyed the feel of her mouth and the site of her submissiveness. When he was hard he pulled on her hair and she came off him. He stood up and told her to bend against the sofa and open her legs. He went behind her and looked at her open wet cunt delaying a moment so she could feel vulnerable and exposed then rammed himself in.

Hayley gasped with the suddeness and then the pain as he hit her ass. Ryan was in heaven. He loved the sight of her sore red butt, he loved the sight of his cock going in and out of her hole between the spread cunt lips and he loved the feel of her tube. He pulled her head back by her hair and banged back and forth each time eliciting a cry of pain as he hit against her ass. Her cries encouraged him to hit against her harder. He pushed in, held himself fully filling her and rubbed himself around her butt to cause more pain. Hayley cried out and gasped and did that short breathing people do to control pain. He pulled on her hair harder and rammed harder and harder driving her into the sofa, making her whole world his dick driving in and out of her until he came, spurting load after load into her. Hayley felt it spurting and rippling into her through a haze of pain from her pulled hair and bruised butt. She had never felt more used, though she was about to.

Ryan pulled out and pulled her hair to bring her up to her knees, he pulled an arm to spin her round and pushed her sitting to the floor legs akimbo. Before she knew what was happening he had plunged two fingers into the gooey mess that was now her cunt and rammed the fingers into her mouth. It was so sudden she didn’t even feel the pain from the sitting.

“Now clean it bitch.” Hayley choked for a moment at the unexpectedness. Her head swam from the rough rape. He slapped her right cheek with his left hand to keep her off balance. With no time to think or even feel Hayley sucked the gooey mixture of spunk and cunt juice off his fingers. He plunged them in her open cunt and repeated the process. Hayley spluttered but sucked. Again and again until his fingers came out with nothing.

“There’s a good cunt,” he said slapping her with his right hand, “now clean me.” He pushed her head towards his soft wet dick and she took it in and sucked the goo off that as well. She licked around the base of the stem and the goo that had fallen in the hair of his balls. He pulled her hair to raise her up and pushed her back against the sofa. Her legs were wide, her head lolled backwards, her tits stuck out from her arched position. Ryan briefly looked at her exhausted display.

Now that was what he called a fuck.