The Deacon's Words

Hypnosis erotica writer. 28, M, from the UK, switch. Minors please find another blog, Miners are welcome.

[thedeaconj]

Confess yours sins....

Leave an anonymous ask or submission about your hypnotic fantasies, or experiences you’ve had. Let the world know what you’re into, and feel the warmth of the hypno communities acceptance of your kinks. If you wish for your followers to do the same, simply reblog. Let’s get everyone confessing their inner desires.

[thedeaconj]

Ghost brainwashing girls through possession to fap to the undead and bond souls to them.

One I enjoy in theory but of course in practice you’d have the horrible smell, ghost possession is extremely interesting though, especially if say, a bit of the ghost persona got left behind as a residual effect. Like the person thinks just a little more like the ghost who possessed them, until eventually they’ve been entirely replaced with the ghost’s persona.

[thedeaconj]

Brain parasite tentacles breed with humans hypnosis masturbating brain wave session

Wow that’s a fun one! I like the idea of the brainwaves being affected, maybe once the effect gets powerful enough the brain parasites wouldn’t need to infect anyone, the waves alone would brainwash people

[thedeaconj]

Outstanding in her field

(This story was inspire by @horny-hungry-and-misunderstood, a truly wonderful person to play with, who has been discovering quite a lot about how deep her love of hypnosis runs....)

Part one: The Induction Videos

           Jackie was, even at twenty years old, outstanding in her field. She was a Law intern in a major company, one that despite her brilliance, she couldn’t quite work out what exactly they did. She’d deal with the permits and legal requirements for all sorts of highly technical devices for who knows what. It didn’t matter all that much to her, what did was the connections, the money, and the opportunity for climbing the ladder. That’s why when there was an opening to become a “field agent”, whatever that was, she leapt at the opportunity. The only thing Jackie felt could hold her back was her youthful looks, how her blonde hair flowed onto a pretty face that many found quite disarming. When she’d signed up to become a field agent though, the training supervisor explained Jackie looked perfect for the role. It was a little inappropriate how they mentioned her cuteness, but well, the supervisor was the kind of beautiful, intelligent woman Jackie hoped to be. Also, the kind she dreamed of at night, and woke up the next day in a flustered state. The supervisor gave her all the details on what she’d need to go through.

         To be a field agent required Jackie attending induction talks on the finer details of the work, taking part in vigorous training sessions, submitting to a physical examination to see if she was physically capable, and to go through a final interview. Jackie was more than willing to go through with all this, even secretly hoping her supervisor did the physical examination on her. Jackie happily signed up for the training, not fully reading the contact as she was too busy staring into the supervisor’s deep blue eyes. The kind of eyes you could get lost in. She said something, something important, Jackie snapped back to reality.

‘Sorry, what was that?’ she asked.

‘That’s perfectly alright, you were no doubt reading the contract,’ The supervisor smiled at her, a wide, hungry looking smile, ‘I said your first talk will be in conference room C, I’ll admit they seem a bit dull at first, but you should pay attention. You’ll learn a lot,’

Jackie nodded her head as her cheeks turned red.

         Conference Room C resembled a classroom more than it did a regular meeting room. With rows of desks that held barely enough room in them for a person to squeeze into. They all faced a wall with a projector beaming out film onto it. It seemed like this talk wouldn’t be conducted by a person, but rather by a video. Jackie groaned a little, the flicker on the projector was already giving her weird feelings, and she never was a fan of this kind of learning. Still, if it meant she’d get to be a field agent, she’d stick with it. Thankfully, there were others in the same situation, as another prospective agent turned up. Jackie noticed she too was a young women like herself, she thought perhaps it was part of some diversity push.

‘I hope this isn’t too long, I can never sit through these things,’ said the redhead next to Jackie.

         She introduced herself as Millie, and explained she too was doing an internship here, just in the marketing wing.

‘Say, what do you do in the marketing wing anyways, since honestly, I’m still not even sure what we do here,’ Jackie asked.

         Before Millie could explain, the video started. When the supervisor said dull, she underexaggerating. An older man droning on about highly technical specifications in such a roundabout manner that Jackie could barely process what was going on. She’d pick out an odd word here and there, but he spoke almost entirely jargon. It was strange enough for her to wonder if he was really just speaking another language. The flickering of the film was the worst part though. Sudden cuts and flashes of light at least kept Jackie from dozing off, even if they gave her a slight headache. She did her best, keeping her focus on the screen at all times, something that proved easy to her surprise. Still, nothing seemed to really be going into her head. It was all just information bombarded at her at such a rate her brain couldn’t keep up. At one point she swore she felt her eyes roll up and her brain switch off for a moment. There was a creeping doubt that she may not quite be field agent material if this were just the training video, yet still Jackie would try to persevere. She blinked, as the video ended, an hour had passed yet felt like mere minutes.

‘Did you get much from that?’ Jackie asked Millie.

         When turning to face her she saw the redhead looked completely out of it. Eyes lidded, mouth parted, and for some reason, she’d spread her legs? Jackie was taken aback, not just by her look, but by how hot she found it. Millie then blinked and turned to her.

‘Oh yeah, I get it now, next time just try to relax into it, don’t worry too much about the words themselves as you should the overall message,’

Millie said this in quite the different tone to how she’d previously spoke. It felt almost scripted, but Jackie dismissed it, she barely even noticed it in fact. As part of this training scheme, she’d not need to do her regular work, instead she’d get to just come in for the training, then go home for the rest of the day. When she got home that night, and headed off to sleep, a familiar figure appeared in her dreams. Not her supervisor as she’d hoped, not even Millie in her dazed state, but rather the older man. She wasn’t really into men, yet there was a strange magnetism to him like she’d never felt before. His technical talk in her dreams felt more like poetry, that weaved its way through her mind making her feel so dozy and dim, a positively blissful state. She imagined herself as a field agent, although her brain perhaps took the job title too literally, as she thought of herself in an actual field.

‘As you can see Jackie, the role of field agent can be quite a tranquil, peaceful one. Often you’ll be brought out to locations like this, as part of your immersion into the role,’ the man told her.

She looked around, it looked to be a regular farmer’s field, with short green grass that cows grazed on. There really was a tranquillity to this place, unlike anything Jackie felt before. Even if it was but a dream, she much preferred the idea of being out somewhere nice like this than stuck in an office.

‘Cows?’ Jackie asked, a yawn working its way through her as she did.

‘Yes, a docile animal fit for milking and breeding, who find themselves at home in fields, what do you think of them Jackie?’

She struggled through a slight fogginess in her mind, the strange nature of the question didn’t help. The words began to come to her, not from her own thoughts but some half-remembered phrasing out of something, something she could hardly remember.

‘They’re such a cute animal, so peaceful without a care in the world, it sounds strange but maybe there’s a lot we can learn from them,’

         The man smiled at her and patted Jackie’s head, something in the real world, she’d never let happen, yet here in the dream, there was a strange comfort to it. When Jackie awoke, she found a damp patch between her legs. Completely embarrassed by it, Jackie chose not to think of it, or the implications, or the strange dream. Instead, she’d get ready for work and her next training video.

         As a change from her usual work pants today, she decided to opt for a skirt and tights, the reasoning why wasn’t that complicated, more that it just felt right to her. If she were going to be a field agent she’d need to learn to trust her instincts, that was something she remembered from the film. At least, she thought so, it could have been said to her in that strange dream too, either way, she went to work that day in a skirt and heels.

The Supervisor looked pleased to see her, and Jackie couldn’t help but rub her legs together slightly when her eyes went up and down her legs.

‘My you look smart today Jackie, I’m afraid there’s another film for you, don’t worry it gets far more interesting once you get to the training sessions. You’ll get an opportunity to apply what you learn, so make sure to focus, got it?’

‘Yes Miss, I’ll focus, and thank you for the compliment,’ Jackie smiled at her, still feeling that same attraction as before, yet also feeling a compulsion to follow her orders. Part of being a field agent was being able to follow orders well, so she’d do her best to focus.

         Once again sitting next to Jackie was Millie, who’d opted for the same skirt, tights, and heels getup as her. She hugged Jackie, taking her by surprise when she saw her.

‘It’s so good to see you back again! I can’t wait to watch the video,’ she told Jackie.

‘Didn’t you say how you can never sit through these things yesterday?’

Millie shook her head and laughed.

‘What? No, you must be imagining things, now look ahead and watch Jackie,’

         She swore that Millie said that to her yesterday, but once the film started, her priorities shifted to watching and focusing. The air conditioning in the conference room must have been off today, as the whole room felt so stuffy. She could barely concentrate with the heat, and the flashing issue seemed far worse today. Jackie’s eyes kept focusing and unfocusing, her legs spread apart to try and cool herself down, and she couldn’t help but breathe out of her mouth in heavy, deep breaths. The terminology was still confusing, but Jackie followed Millie’s advice, letting herself focus on the message as she ignored the words. Still, there was another growing issue. The man on screen, the one from her dream, the one she’d felt something she’d never felt about a man before. This growing attraction and desire to him. His words boring her was an issue she could deal with. His words making her feel so hot and flustered would be much more difficult.

‘Yes sir, I’ll make sure she enjoys this,’ Jackie heard Millie say, finding that she sounded so distant, so far away. She was still next to her though, as Jackie found out when Millie’s hands went straight between Jackie’s legs.

         She tried to move her arms, or her legs, or any part of her, yet looked down for a moment to see they were locked in place. When did that happen? Why was she bound and unable to move, and why was it when she tried to speak only whimpers and moans came out? The questions in her brain would dissipate when Millie started to stroke. Such a burning pleasure that soaked even through Jackie’s underwear. The video started to make a whole lot more sense then. Well, Jackie still couldn’t exactly process it, but the need to disappeared. Her eyes could glaze over, she could let her jaw go slack as her needy pussy was rubbed into perfect bliss. The pleasure broke down any mental defences, any resistance to the words the film pumped into her brain. Jackie blinked, her panties were soaked, she was sitting in a normal desk chair, no restraints or anything. She looked over to Millie who looked, well entirely normal.

‘What just happened? Weren’t you just, umm, you know,’

Millie just looked at her as if she were speaking gibberish.

‘What? No we just watched the video, and learned more about our role, you shouldn’t question these things Jackie, it’s not fitting of a field agent,’

         An uncertainty about her own reality crept into Jackie’s mind. Perhaps everything was normal, that she was just imagining or reinterpreting everything in a weird manner. She felt so dirty for it, that she was having these strange sexual fantasies, about Millie, about her supervisor, but most of all about this man. Perhaps she wasn’t a lesbian if she fantasised about these things? No, it was just a fantasy, she still liked women, she especially liked it when the Supervisor saw her coming out of the room, still dazed, and led Jackie out, hand on the small of Jackie’s back.

         The dream came to her again that night, once more in the field with the man, except this time naked. The breeze was light on her skin, and there was a strange freeing feeling to being nude. It didn’t matter that the man could see her, or that she was outside without any clothes on. Nothing really mattered to her in that state.

‘Hello again Jackie, you had quite the strange experience today, didn’t you?’ he said.

‘Yes, I don’t know what’s happening to me, should I really be a field agent if I just, well fantasise about this sort of thing?’

The man walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them gently.

‘There there, look at the cows Jackie, look at how peaceful they look. They don’t concern themselves with such things, a field agent doesn’t concern herself with such things. You’re still learning, you have so much to be instructed on and that can’t happen if you go filling your head with delusions. This is all perfectly normal Jackie, look into my eyes and you’ll understand,’

         Jackie looked up into the man’s eyes, it stoked her desire and lust, as she felt a part of herself fade away into the dream, a part of herself that would forever stand in the field. When she woke up, she was without concerns. Everything was normal. This was all part of her field agent training. Once again she went with a skirt and heels, but this time a far shorter skirt, and decided against underwear, she knew she would just end up getting wet anyways.

 ‘Very sexy Jackie, you’re going to be such a hot little field agent,’ the supervisor told her.

A small whimper escaped Jackie’s lips, as already her growing anticipation for today’s film was driving her into fits of arousal already. It didn’t help when the training supervisor reached under Jackie’s skirt and grabbed her ass. It was a little degrading, but she knew better now, that this was probably just another perverted fantasy of hers, that it wasn’t really happening, that this all normal. The supervisor led Jackie into the conference room, where in Jackie’s overly sexual mind she didn’t see a regular desk. She saw a chair with a dildo attached to it, with arm and leg restraints. God this made her feel hot, slutty, humiliated that she couldn’t control her overly active imagination. She even imagined Millie already strapped into the chair next to hers, already moaning away. Jackie went ahead and indulged her fantasy, she imagined how she locked herself in, how she slid her soaked pussy straight onto the sex toy. How it began to vibrate as she watched the film. Jackie lost herself in the film this time, with her inability to trust her own thoughts, it became so easy to live in the narrative this man constructed for her.

           Through a one-way glass window, the man from the videos and Jackie’s dreams watched. Kneeling besides him was the supervisor, who touched herself as she saw Jackie go through the same process she once did.

‘Mr Fairdale, she’s shown top percentile responses to suggestibility, arousal, and compliance tests. Her trust in her own brain is broken, soon our programming will take hold fully. As always sir, you’ve proven your genius,’ she said.

‘Now I can’t take all your credit, it was your idea to plant the marketing girl in there. Yes though, Jackie is quite remarkable, it’s almost a shame we’ll be removing that. Still, the buyer’s paying a good price, and if a docile hucow for milking and breeding he wants, well who are we to say no? Besides, I think she’s going to enjoy it, don’t you?’

The supervisor looked on as Jackie babbled and moaned, fucking herself in the chair as she repeated the training video back to the film in a mindless mantra. Yes, Jackie was enjoying it for sure, soon she’d realise her mind, her independence, her dignity, would all be a small price to pay for what was in store for her.

[thedeaconj]

One of my fsnticys is to be a nice dumb diaperd omega doting constenly on a nice alpha/ alphaes (or both) just pkayed with and bramrwadhed till there is nothing left but a series of button's to be pushed and to be bread ocashanly to see if eney of the alpha jeans whold rub off on me

Well well someone seemed to very much enjoy the fantasy haha, I've never heard it described as a series of buttons to be pressed but that's a lovely way to sum it up

[thedeaconj]

Are you a tist your self or do you just write Hypno story's very good by the way

Thank you! Tist is a very interesting title to me, since I'll state up front I'm not a professionally licenced hypnotist and well most of what I have learned about it has come from kink. I don't really write inductions or set about the usual ways of trance, however often with partners I'll take to using hypnotic language if they enjoy that sort of thing to well, induce a sort of trance state. Overall though I'm very much a switch, open to being hypnotized and well, at least simulating the experience for someone

[rosedrooling]

A empty brain is a better brain

[thedeaconj]

You have a choice

You have a choice as you browse here. You can choose to surrender yourself to all those arousing phrases and images that turn you more and more into a docile slut for anyone's use...or you can just ignore it all.

You can can choose to let yourself be brainwashed into a perfect fucktoy who feels only pleasure because their thoughts all got wiped clean...or you can choose not to.

And you can choose to spread these ideas to more and more people through reblogs so that you have plenty of other pets edging themselves into oblivion for the amusement of others...or you can do something else.

I know I told you you have a choice, but looking over your options here, we both know what choice you're going to make. And if you have any doubts there's no worry, you're locked in, your choice is already made.

[thedeaconj]

Just a little more

(A short, fun bit of writing to bridge the gap between longer stories)

You were running a little short on cash when a friend of yours recommended a new website, called Just a little more in a sultry pink, glittery writing. Being the intelligent young woman you are, you could tell this was the sort of site where people posted pictures and videos of adult content for money. You scoffed at the idea, looked down on it, why would you sell your body like that?

Still, you don’t really know why, you tapped on their introduction video. A short, flashy animation that explained how the site worked. You didn’t notice the subliminals stuck between frames, or how it seemed to dull your senses just a little to watch. Sure, you made an account, but only to see what people were posting. Maybe you’d find someone you knew, have a good laugh.

It only made sense to put up a picture of yourself too, just a casual profile picture, to you know, better represent your image on the site. It was a far cry from what other people were doing on there anyways. Hardcore BDSM stuff, all sorts of outfits that barely covered anything, and a few women looked completely braindead as they masturbated away. That wasn’t you, you were here just to check it out. That’s when the first message came in. A compliment from a guy on your picture. He’d tipped you too, and you first heard the Ping! What a wonderful sound! It reverberated through your head, felt amazing, the money you were sent was almost secondary to this bliss. He chatted to you a bit, trying to convince you to show a bit more, but at first you weren’t all that confident. That’s when he made a simple suggestion. Feet pics.

It was fine, right? You went barefoot or in flip flops at the beach, sometimes even slipped your shoes off somewhere public. It wasn’t like you were doing anything extreme. So you took the photos, put them up, and awaited the response. More messages. More tips. More Ping! The bliss of it, the overwhelming pleasure, you just needed to show a little bit more. Maybe show off some of your legs too, why not? Ping! Say, wouldn’t it get you a lot of attention if you worked your ass into the photos too? Ping! Just in a short skirt, with panties of course you weren’t going to go that far. At least that’s what you said, until the doms started messaging you.

A bombardment of fantasies and ideas you’d never dreamed of were swimming in your head. Not only that, but when they tipped that Ping! hit even harder, it was like your mind was being pulled in so many different directions at once. Just a little bit more on display with each photo. Just a little bit more fetish content worked in. Your wardrobe turned into lingerie and fetish outfits. Your makeup became thicker, your hair you grew out and dyed, but kept wigs for those who preferred other styles. Just a little bit more…. You needed to move to video, it was the logical choice. Ping! Oh it felt so good, every time you heard that sound you needed to get off, and then you’d sell the video of you getting off, and then you’d hear the sound again. Always just a little more, breaking a limit, trying a new fetish, buying yourself more toys and gear.

You were a quite a rich girl now, not that it mattered to you. All that mattered was that sound, as all thoughts except those of having just a little bit more faded away. Then, when a dominant you’d been chatting to for a while proposed you’d go to him, and live as his 24/7 slave, signing total control of your life over to him…well you had to, needed to push the boundary, craved, just a little bit more. 

[thedeaconj]

A burning question

Hah you thought this would be smut, no don't worry I'll get back to your regular scheduled teasing posts soon enough. My burning question is to do with social media. I've been on every big site around, yet here in an NSFW Tumblr community where we all like some out there stuff....how come is it people seem the most, well like real people? I guess when you're a regular reblogger of asses getting rammed you don't feel as much of a need to put on a face for the public. Alright anyways, stories and stuff soon.

[thedeaconj]

It’s in your head now

One of the interesting side effects of your growing hypnosis fetish, is how you just start to notice it everywhere. A friend makes a joke about hypnotizing you to do something, and without them even realising, you’re flustered. You start to listen to something that can relax you into sleep, but it’s not use, because you get turned on. It’s in your head now. Certain words become, almost a taboo for you. You can’t even call yourself sleep without this kink making its presence known in your mind. If you see someone nodding off, the thought crosses your mind. 

It took over your tumblr feed easily too, and those videos you’d “try out”? Well it looks like you watched the whole thing, and they’re filling up your recommended videos. Another trance, another drop, another state to experience. You keep going down the rabbit hole. It’s in your head now. You figured it would be harmless to try out, and yet here you are now, losing more control.

How much time do you spend edging to GIFs now? How much time in a state of trance from inductions? Do you even feel hazy from reading this? Hypnotists have been playing with your mind so much, there’s not much of you left, just different triggers and commands and lingering effects. You’re a canvas with a hundred painters all trying to get a brush stroke in. Let yourself become a mind fucked masterpiece. It’s in your head now. 

[thedeaconj]

The straight/not so straight anon who enjoyed the roommate roleplay here; when I’m very horny I start searching out bi/gay hypnotists on tumblr hoping to find some to sext and roleplay with while I get naked and hard for them because I’m a horny slut for hypno. But I never find any 😭

Aww poor anon, I'm sure there are a lot of Masters who would enjoy using your horniness to turn you into even more of a hypnoslut for their pleasure 💖

[thedeaconj]

I dream of becoming a doll who doesn't remember anything about herself except what is programmed into her. Me. The new me.

Dollification is an interesting part of hypnosis, it has the objectification of becoming a bimbo yet removes what little agency a bimbo has. It's a very fun idea for sure

[thedeaconj]

A Cup of Sugar Part 6 (Final)

       ( Link to part 5: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/625104871054508032/a-cup-of-sugar-part-5

Link to part 4: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624930403387670528/a-cup-of-sugar-part-4

Link to part 3: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624738938039533568/a-cup-of-sugar-part-3  

And parts 1 &2 https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624650236299821056/a-cup-of-sugar-parts-1-and-2

This should be the final part of the story but it’s still a little open ended, probably won’t revisit it in a while, as this part ended up a little disjointed, still well worth a read though!)

  Sophie awoke even earlier than usual, her dreams were plagued with strange, exciting new thoughts. Thoughts of submission, of servitude, of accepting a new type of bliss into her mind. She chalked it up to her new job, as Mark’s assistant she didn’t really know precisely what she’d be doing, just that she’d have to serve him to the best of her abilities, always. She was naked, because well, that’s how she always slept. Sophie rolled out of bed, ready to do her exercises and yoga. She didn’t know exactly when he’d mentioned them yesterday, but Mark had given her some affirmations, something she could say throughout her exercises to help the time pass. To help get her in the mindset for her new role.

‘I must keep my body in shape,’ she spoke aloud, quite quietly first.

It was a little embarrassing to her, even after speaking the first one, she could feel how pleasant it was.

‘Keeping my body in shape, makes me a better assistant,’ Sophie said.

They were just so easy to say as she stretched herself out and worked her body.

‘Being a better assistant, is what matters most to me,’

She started to speak a little louder now, finding the words came to her easier.

‘Being a good assistant is about serving,’

The words flowed from her lips, she barely thought about them.

‘Serving brings me pleasure,’

Yes, serving brought Sophie pleasure.

‘Pleasure keeps me docile,’

As if on cue, a pleasurable fog started to fill Sophie’s mind. She’d never felt so good doing her exercises before.

‘Being docile makes me happy,’

Yes, it did, a smile spreading across her face, a little bit of a giggle working its way into her affirmations. Some passed out of her mouth without her realising, others really stuck in her mind.

‘Love to please, live to serve,’

It was so easy now, she didn’t care if her words were louder, if her tone became a monotone, if the affirmations were making her so horny, so wet.

‘My mind and body belong to him now,’

Who was he? The person who they belonged to now? Sophie hoped to find out soon.

‘My mind has been cleaned of imperfections,’

Yes, it felt so squeaky clean these days, not so many old complicated thoughts cluttering it up.

‘I am perfectly brainwashed,’

The pleasure increased tenfold, it overwhelmed her senses, she couldn’t exercise through it. Instead she kneeled before her mirror.

‘I am mindlessly obedient and under his control,’

Her hands explored her body, just like how his did. Her breasts, her mouth, every inch of her. All on display. All for him.

‘I am his…his…slave!’ Sophie moaned out the final word as an orgasm rocked her body, rocked her mind, made the world disappear for a moment.

         Wow! That was her best session of exercises yet, she’d be sure to keep up with the affirmations. Sophie thought all this as she showered afterwards, not really aware of what happened or what she said, but not caring either way. Caring about stuff like that wasn’t her job, it was her bosses, and she was just his assistant. Sophie came out of the shower and laid out her outfit for her first day of work. She decided against underwear and a bra, they would just get in her way, be far too warm. Instead she went with a tie up pink crop top, it tied up in the front, just barely covering her breasts, her nipples of course were still noticeable under it. Then, she went with a microskirt, the word “princess” written across the butt in glitter. It rode so high on her, but Sophie didn’t mind, this was all who she was. She’d never worn much makeup but decided to put some on for her new job. Lipstick, a little eyeliner, just something to make her look cuter, ditzier, sexier. Sophie giggled, she was getting so dolled up for this, she hoped Mark would approve. She also put her hair up into two cute little pigtails, the perfect style for a silly girl like her.

         He’d told her yesterday to let herself in, so she did so, knowing she had plenty to do. The gathering he’d talked about was later that day, and Sophie couldn’t wait to meet all of Mas…Mark’s friends, to show how good of a girl she was. The first order of business was to prepare Mark’s breakfast, which she did with a surprising efficiency. It was like she just knew where everything was, but still, Sophie knew she could do it better. Mark mentioned he’d be training her a lot in her role, something that filled her with good, yummy feelings. She needed to be trained. Sophie, with breakfast complete, placed it on a tray, then brought it into Mark’s bedroom. He was still asleep, so Sophie fell to her knees beside the bed, raising the tray up into the air ready for him. She would kneel there until he awoke, no thought would pass through her mind.

 ‘Ah good morning princess, good job on bringing me breakfast,’ Mark said.

Sophie blinked; a wave of pleasure ran through her from his praise.

‘Thank you sir! I’m eager to please!’ she said.

Sophie placed the tray across Mark’s lap, then returned to her kneeling position. One thing she was finding tough about the job was anticipating Mark’s needs, but now he was awake she could simply let him tell her what to do.

‘Good girl, you have quite the day ahead of you, but not to worry I’ll help you through it. Now, recite affirmations ten through twenty as I eat my breakfast,’ he said.

Sophie’s mouth was moving before her mind could finish processing what he’d said. She chanted out her affirmations, getting wrapped up in them as they flowed through her mind and body. Mark looked over from his breakfast time to time at Sophie, she’d certainly changed a lot over the last few days. Sophie six days ago wore so much clothing, would die before going to her knees, and didn’t let anyone else influence how she thought. Now here she was, as close to naked as she could get, legs spread as she kneeled, hands placed upon them palms up. Another’s words chanted from her drooling, smiley lips, eyes wide and glazed. She was almost her true self now.

‘Stop, good girl, now it’s time to properly get to work,’ Mark said.

Sophie stopped, closing her mouth and nodding. While he was going to get ready for the day, Sophie was to give the apartment a good, final cleaning. She hummed to herself Mark’s music from yesterday, occasionally an affirmation slipping from her lips as she did so. The work was quite tiring, it seemed a good while before he was finished getting ready. As he once more emerged from his bedroom, his suit on ready for later, Sophie looked up at him with, filled with a newfound lust. In doing so, she’d knocked herself against a small table, causing a small vase to fall to the floor and crack. Alarm bells rang in her head, she’d just done something bad. Sophie instantly threw herself into a bow.

‘I’m so sorry sir! It was an accident I didn’t mean to, please don’t let me go I need you!’

         It wasn’t a valuable vase, Mark knew that, but Sophie didn’t.

‘That’s perfectly alright my pet, mistakes do happen, although there will be some degree of punishment for this. Just so you understand to not make such a mistake again in the future,’ he said.

Sophie looked up at him, her boss who stood over her and looked so very tall, so commanding. She gulped, knowing she needed to be punished but hoping it wouldn’t be too awful. Mark went and took a seat on his black leather chair, then instructed Sophie to come over to him. She began to stand up, when he told her to stop.

‘On your hands and knees please, this is a punishment after all dear,’ he said.

Of course! How could she be so stupid! This was why she left the big decisions to him, Sophie crawled over on her hands and knees, head bowed in shame.

‘Now lay yourself on your front across my lap like a good girl,’

She did as she was told, now lying over her boss’s lap. He moved her body into position with his hands, making it so her butt was raised and vulnerable, as her head sagged over the side. Then, he brought down a firm smack on her cheeks. Sophie gasped, half from pain, half from pleasure.

‘We’re going to do a few more of these, after each you will repeat after me, understood princess?’

Sophie nodded her head. Another smack came down.

‘You are a naughty girl,’ Mark said.

‘I am a naughty girl,’

Smack. Another gasp of pleasure.

‘You deserve to be punished,’

‘I deserve to be punished,’

Smack, it felt so good for her.

‘By being punished, you’ll learn to be better,’

‘By being punished, I’ll learn to be better,’ Sophie gasped out.

Smack, he was so right.

‘Your body must be punished, so your mind can learn,’

‘My body must be punished, so your mind can learn,’

This time, there wasn’t a smack. Sophie awaited it, but nothing came. She went to turn and see why one wasn’t coming when it  hit her. This time afterwards, Mark’s hand lingered, squeezing the cheek.

‘Your mind must be empty, so your body can serve,’

‘My mind must be empty, so my body can serve,’

With that smack, it was like the thoughts were smacked straight out of her head.

‘You live to serve, and love to obey,’

‘I live to serve, and love to obey,’

The smack came down this time, bringing no pain, but only pleasure.

‘You give your body and mind to me now,’

‘I give my body and mind to you now,’

One last smack that brought waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

‘Good girl, you may stop repeating, but don’t get up just yet,’ Mark said.

She wouldn’t dream of it, not without his permission. Sophie lay in place as Mark’s hands now ran up and down her body. His touch was electric, it was fire, it was bliss. One hand settled by her breasts, the other soothed her sore cheeks.

‘There is one more piece of punishment I’m afraid Sophie, a slight demotion. Nothing to worry about, just a role I think fits better for you. From now on, you’ll be my servant. And I’m no longer your boss, but your master, is that understood?’

It was perfectly understood, perfectly clear. Sophie would need to work her way up from the bottom, serving as a servant first, before she could dream of being an assistant. Master. The word bounced about her head, feeling so good to think.

‘Yes Master, thank you Master,’ she said.

She lay there for a while longer, letting Master’s hands explore her body like a good servant should. Mark groped at her, he played with her nipples while telling her how she was now such a good girl for him. She couldn’t help but agree, she was a good girl for him now. Her old life was seeming so foggy, so fuzzy these days. When did she become her Master’s servant? What did she do before this? The questions only lingered in her mind for moments, her thoughts being replaced by affirmations, by his words, by whatever Master wanted. She’d reach orgasm just from those words alone, just from letting them now permeate in her mind.

‘Looks like you made a mess of yourself princess, go clean yourself up, then it’s time to get things ready for our gathering,’  

           Sophies face and body were covered in drool. She crawled down off of Master’s lap, then went to the bathroom on all fours. It was natural for her to be low down, to act so inferior to her Master. Sophie cleaned herself up in the bathroom, her hands exploring her body as she did. She felt so sexy being Master’s servant, she knew she was only meant to touch with his permission but it just felt so good! Sophie giggled at herself in the mirror, noticing just how slutty and silly she looked. Some part of her deep down had an issue with this, but she was quickly learning to ignore it. Before she could bring herself to orgasm again though, she’d leave the bathroom, as per Master’s orders.

 ‘Today servant, I’m going to teach you something very important, it’s how to make Master’s special punch,’ Mark said, as Sophie returned from the bathroom, still so hot and bothered.

She crawled over to Master, who on the kitchen counter had before him a large punch bowl. The bowl to Sophie looked already full, as she kneeled by the counter, kneeled next to her Master. Looking up at him made her feel so weak, so powerless, and she couldn’t help but notice just how sexy he was. She’d always found him sexy and irresistible, right? Sophie remembered something about how she’d purposely ordered a delivery to go to his place, just to have an excuse to introduce herself.

         Master explained to Sophie exactly how his punch was made, how he used a special combination of chemicals to stimulate arousal, to weaken the will of the person who drank it. Sophie of course would drink plenty up throughout the day, as Master explained to her the importance of regular taste testing. She’d slurp it down hungrily, greedily, becoming addicted to the sweetness of the substance. She’d often feel too weak or dizzy to drink anymore, but Master would be so kind to hold her head and pour it down her throat. Any excess she sucked off his fingers. He’d explain a little more about the job as she did this, as she felt the core of her being changing to fit his whims. It made her so wet. After such a long day, Master let her have a short nap, on the pink couch.

‘Wake up servant, I need you at least lucid for your final task today. Our guests will be arriving shortly,’

         Sophie was snapped out of her grogginess when she felt a tug at her neck. She looked down to see something new, a pink collar around her neck. Attached to it was a chain, being held by her Master. The collar felt so tight around her neck, she’d always feel its presence around her neck now. The tug was enough to cause her to roll onto the floor, where she remained on her hands and knees. When she tried to ask about the collar, Sophie felt the ballgag in her mouth. Not only that, but she was entirely naked with her clothes nowhere in sight.

‘I took the liberty of removing your clothes, they’d only get in the way for what’s to come. You’ll also notice something else happening to you shortly. Don’t try to fight it, it’s going to help finish my work,’

His work? What was Master…Mark talking about? Sophie was trying to realise what he’d done, when she truly realised all that he’d done. The last few days came to her all at once, and for the first time in almost a week, she was well and truly awake. A panic overtook her, over what she’d become, over what he’d done to her. Her eyes went wide, she attempted to crawl away but couldn’t escape the collar and chain.

‘This is the most important phase, I may have had you brainwashed before, but there was always the risk of you snapping out of it, and returning to, this,’ Mark said, the disdain on his face clear.

‘When the guests arrive, we’re going to overwhelm this version of you, until you willingly give yourself to me,’

         Sophie wouldn’t let it happen, she wasn’t going to let herself be beaten like this, let Mark and his friends, these other guys do stuff to her. What could she do though? Collared and gagged, she could just try to run at Mark, but still found herself too weak, too groggy from all that he’d done. There was a knock on the apartment door, Sophie felt a lump in the back of her throat. This was it, the last few moments for her if she wasn’t able to resist. The possible end of her independence.

‘Come in, she’s ready for you!’ Mark called out.

         So, they did, these friends of Mark that Sophie feared. At least, she did until they entered the room. They weren’t a bunch of guys looking to use her, but rather women, beautiful, blonde women who all looked to be interchangeable. There were a whole crowd of them, and in Sophie’s disorientated state it was hard to tell how many, or even to tell them from each other. They all wore the same, low cut pink dress, the same gem studded open toe high heels. They all wore the same vacuous smile on their faces.

‘She’s so cute Master! Excellent choice!” one of them said.

‘I can’t wait until she joins us, ooh I call dibs on her ass training,’ said another, who leered over her.

         Ass training? Join them? Sophie shook her head, attempting to crawl away, yet this human sea of pink simply walked closer. One of them reached down and…. they stroked her. Like some sort of pet they stroked her. Sophie turned bright red, unsure what to do in retaliation.

‘Aww honey, you must be feeling scared but there’s no need to worry. He’s done this to all of us and we’re much happier,’

‘Yeah, like you get to be his slave for a bit and that’s fun, but then he sets you up with a job, a life, and introduces you to like, the best people!’

         Their words were backed up by their soft caresses. Sophie couldn’t help quiver and moan over their soft, delicate touch. No doubt Mark’s drugs were still in her system, or he’d put something in her head to make their touch feel so good. Hands, breasts, bodies were starting to surround her. She felt herself being lifted onto that pink couch, laid down on the cold pleasurable leather. They held down her ankles, her wrists, but she couldn’t fight even if she wanted to.

‘It’s bliss when Master finally breaks you, don’t worry we’ll leave you on the edge for a while,’

‘Master does the final breaking anyways, you’ll finally get to experience his cock, well, experience it while lucid,’ one giggled.

         The slaves became more erotic in their touch, groping at Sophies breasts, running their tongues up and down her body. This white hot pleasure shot through her system. She moaned and groaned into her gag. Leaning into their touches, their caresses. It all felt too good, it was all too much, she couldn’t, she couldn’t….resist….

‘That’s disappointing, it looks like she’s already breaking. Well girls step aside, I’ll finish her off,’ Sophie heard Mark saying, he sounded a world away.

Sophie’s eyes flickered, her senses melted by pleasure, her brain rattling about unable to focus on anything for more than a second. One moment she wanted to resist, another she felt fear, but on most moments she felt a calm bliss. The calm bliss was winning out, and it was when she felt her legs be spread, and something placed between them it took over. Mark made his first thrust into her, and once more became Master in her mind. Sophie saw the light. Her independence, her resistance, it was all for nothing. For now, she was a slave, a slave who now rode her Master’s cock. It was if he was fucking the will straight out of her, as a new baseline of slavery compounded on that he’d brainwashed into her. Even if she snapped out of her state, there was no going back now. Sophie was a slave. Mark was her Master. This was how it was. When he finally came, he removed her ball gag, to see that same vacuous smile worn upon her face as his other conquests.

‘Thank you for showing me the truth Master, this slave is yours now,’ she droned.

‘Very good, girls, you may enjoy her now,’

         Once more slave-Sophie was met with a sea of hands, and she experienced her mind breaking all over again. The bliss overwhelmed her, she didn’t know when she’d been carried back into Master’s bedroom, or when she’d ended up in a huddle of slave girls, who fed her more punch, who played with her whole body. It didn’t matter now, she could rest, so she’d awake tomorrow, as her Master’s forever slave.

         Life in the city was tough, there was no denying it. It was proving easy though for Sophie, a 19-year-old mindless slave, who only ever needed to do as her Master asked.

[thedeaconj]

Your Hypno Horoscope

It’s time for your hypno-horoscope for today!

Aries: Without realising when or how it happened, you may find yourself in the midst of a trance today! Remember that you should savour special moments like these, especially since you so often forget them.

Taurus:  Everyday items could take on a stronger meaning today, as a hypnotist uses your own cutlery to put you into a trance at dinner, take joy in the fact they plan to use you as a plate. 

Gemini:  A blast from the past may be coming back on the scene, as you may think you’ve escaped your mind controller, yet the music you listen to today has something else laced underneath....

Cancer: Your focus in your life has been on other people lately, this is totally natural, and there’s nothing strange for how whenever these people ask you to bend over and present yourself, you just do it. 

Leo:  It’s time to think about the bigger picture in your life, you’re much better off in trance and under your Master’s control, so why not make it a full time deal? After all, Master explained how good it would be, and he’s never wrong.

Virgo: You’ll get along quite swimmingly today, a new spiral has filled you with confidence. Sure, it’s the kind that makes you think clothing is optional, but why not embrace your inner slut? Good things will come your way if you do.

Libra: If you’re starting something new, there’s no reason to put pressure on yourself so early. Submission will come in time for you, and those thoughts of resistance will go away. The brainwashing chamber will see to that. 

Scorpio:  You’re a dreamer at heart Scorpio, so when the strange man in your dreams commands you to come to him, you should. It’s natural, it makes sense to you. You belong to him now.

Sagittarius: If you follow your instincts and dare to take risks today, you may end up bound and gagged with numerous cocks inside you. Don’t worry if you don’t like the sound of this, your instincts will make sure it happens to you.

Capricorn: Finally you can breathe a long sigh of relief, as your resistance gives out on you today. A peaceful surrender into mindless bliss is just what you needed.

Aquarius: Experiencing a different culture is the best way for you to understand yourself. Further study of the hypnotist and subject relationship will yield all sorts of interesting results for you. Immerse yourself in this culture, enjoy a pretty pendant swinging before your eyes, and you’ll see the light in no time. 

Pisces: The position of the stars and planets demands you drop into a trance, and who are you to defy their will? Go with the flow as you’re dragged away on a collar and leash from your old life. 

[thedeaconj]

A Cup of Sugar Part 5

(Link to part 4: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624930403387670528/a-cup-of-sugar-part-4

Link to part 3: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624738938039533568/a-cup-of-sugar-part-3  

And parts 1 &2 https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624650236299821056/a-cup-of-sugar-parts-1-and-2

Gonna be a few days until the final part, but it’s going to be quite the event, let me know too if you rather stories with multiple installments like this one, or one offs)

         Sophie’s next day and shift at the warehouse was a nightmare. Firstly the place had a strict dress code, which meant she couldn’t wear any of her new, super cute outfits. She’d have to settle for her old, frumpy dark coats and jeans. They were so drab and dull, not like her new clothes, they were so pretty. It also meant those horrible heavy work boots were back. At least her hair still looked cute, but they didn’t even like it at work! Her boss and the other workers seemed mean to her all day, it wasn’t her fault she just couldn’t keep up with the work, it was so difficult and tough. She’d earned more cleaning Mark’s apartment than she would in this shift, and then she got to wear a totally cute costume! Her head just wasn’t in the work, and after such a long day of it she walked home, exhausted and drained. As Sophie came up the stairs to her apartment, she didn’t go straight to hers, she knocked on Mark’s door. There was a muffled sound of music inside, but he was still so quick to open it. Before he could greet her, Sophie fell forward into his arms, hugging him as tears formed in her eyes.

‘Sophie, honey, what’s wrong?’ he asked.

‘I hate my job so much! I just can’t be myself there and it’s so exhausting,’ she said, cuddling into Mark.

He’d just been so kind to her she couldn’t help but melt into his arms. Especially after the shopping trip, he totally got Sophie, totally got her style, in fact he’d picked out most of her new clothes. He even picked up some new costumes too like the maid one, that Mark said he’d keep at his in case they wanted to play pretend. Mark’s left hand stroked her hair as the other ran up and down her back, he rocked her in place.

‘Shh it’s okay princess, it’s alright, you’re with me now,’ he said.

Sophie smiled and let him rock her in place, the soothing feeling and rhythmic nature of it calmed her down quick. Yes, everything was alright, she was with Mark now, he’d know what to do. Sophie pulled out of his arms, she saw a record player out, the source of the music. It was such dreamy, pleasant sounding music.

‘What’s this?’ she asked.

‘Just some music I was enjoying before you came. I have an idea what could cheer you up, help take your mind off things Sophie, do you know how to dance?’ Mark asked her.

Sophie shook her head, she’d never been a dancer, she was far too reserved, far too shy. Not that she felt much like dancing dressed as she did.

‘Well I can teach you, it’ll help you feel better. Please just take off your coat, oh and those boots,’ Mark said.

Sophie did as she was told, dropping the coat onto the sofa, and taking off the boots, revealing white socks covered in pink hearts. Her jumper was sadly still the same sort of drab, dark clothing the old Sophie liked to wear. Mark stood across from her on the living room floor, there was a decent amount of space, but their dance would still be in close quarters. He was wearing a full suit, not an overly formal one, but rather more like a wedding suit. Sophie couldn’t help but admire him, an older guy in a suit? It just screamed yummy to her. Still, this was Mark, her nice neighbour, she didn’t want to go ruining their relationship, even if she did admit she had a bit of a crush on him. Mark took her hands, at first Sophie was a little clumsy, but slowly started to move to the rhythm of the music.

‘Very good Sophie, just let me guide you along,’ he said.

Sophie looked deeply into his eyes as she did, letting him guide her, letting him take control of the dance. The music was so dreamy, she could feel herself getting lost in the rhythm, lost in Marks eyes. It really was helping her feel better, but there was still something, something slightly irritating that gnawed at her. Mark then raised one of her arms and span her around. He span her a few times, until she was so dizzy, she fell backwards into his arms. Sophie smiled as she thought how small this made her feel, leaning up against Mark’s body, he was a good deal taller than her, his hands now rested, linked together on her stomach. He leaned his head down, and spoke in breathy tones into her ear.

‘You’re doing so well sweetie, but something’s bothering you, isn’t it?’

His breath on her ear, her neck, so warm and so very good. Sophie fell back more into him, worried she’d collapse. Yes, there was something bothering her, but what? She tried to think of it, but then decided, this was dancing. It wasn’t about thinking, it was about doing, saying, and expressing. She didn’t need to think.

‘My clothes, they just don’t feel right for this, I could go back to mine and put something new on,’ she said.

‘And lose the rhythm? Please Sophie, I have a much better idea,’ Mark said.

Yes, she shouldn’t lose the rhythm, even it was so gentle now as Mark kept her swaying in place.

‘What’s that?’ she asked, looking up at his face.

         Mark didn’t tell her what the idea was, but it became clear very quickly. His hands drifted down to her jeans, unzipping them.

‘Wh-what’s going on?’ Sophie asked.

‘Shh, there’s no need to worry pet. Your real clothes, who you really are, is underneath all this stuff, so why not just dance in them?’ Mark said.

Dance in her underwear? Maybe this was going too far, what would Mark think of her underwear, it was cute sure, but she’d put on such a slutty set to feel herself underneath all her other clothes.

‘I don’t know Mark, are you sure it won’t be weird for you?’ she asked.

‘Hush silly girl, remember that I picked it out for you? Please Sophie, you know I only want what’s best for you,’ Mark whispered in her ear.

Sophies mind emptied the moment he’d said hush. Her eyes went wide, a lazy smile overtaking her face. Yes, Mark wanted what was best for her. She was such a silly girl. Maybe it was more daydreams, or maybe it really happened, but she remembered modelling her cute new outfits to Mark, how he’d complimented her, helped her change in and out of them. Yes, this was normal, this was fine, Mark knew best.

‘Yes, I see now, you want what’s best for me,’ Sophie said.

Mark smiled down at her, helping guide her hands as she pulled down her jeans. She kicked them away from her, then did the same to her socks. Underneath Sophie’s jeans was a pink, thin thong, which barely covered anything at all. Sophie lifted her hands up without Mark even having to ask, as he pulled her jumper off and tossed it aside too, revealing her bra. It matched the thong, but accentuated, pushed up her breasts. The sheer material was practically see-through, Sophie’s nipples were already hardening through it. Out of her old clothes, Sophie instantly felt so much better. She could sway to the rhythm more, let her body be guided as she felt it rubbing against Mark.

‘There we go, isn’t that so much better? Much nicer when you just do as you’re told, isn’t it pet?’ Mark said.

It was all so true, his words were like honey, so sweet, they coated her empty little brain.

‘Yes, so much nicer, it feels good to do as I’m told,’ Sophie said, as Mark’s hands now ran up and down her belly.

‘That’s right, looking at you now, I bet all the guys your age enjoy the sight of your body,’ Mark said.

         His hands drifted over her, soft and perfect. She couldn’t tell where they’d go next nor did she care. Sophie was losing herself in the moment, losing herself to the rhythm of this dance. The old Sophie would have complained how he was groping her, fondling her body, but now she could see. This was just a dance, a sexy, sultry dance, where she would do as she was told, so she could be a better dancer.

‘Maybe they do, but I don’t like guys my age that much,’ Sophie said, softly moaning as Mark’s hands explored her.

Mark brought his hands up to her ribs, in a slow run up to her breasts.

‘Oh really, what sort of guys do you like Sophie?’ he asked.

‘Younger?’ one hand drifted to just below her left breast.

‘Or, is it… older guys?’ the other to just below her right, his thumbs shot up, circling the nipples. Sophie moaned and rubbed up against him.

‘Older! Older guys!’ she moaned out.

Sophie felt how her body now aligned itself with Mark perfectly, her butt rubbing on his crotch, as she felt such a growth down there. The moment his thumbs were on her nipples, it was like a lightning bolt shot through her mind, leaving her a frazzled, wet mess.

‘And tell me princess, what is it you like about older guys?’

‘Better looking,’ Sophie said.

Mark ran his thumbs around her nipples again.

‘Good girl, continue,’ he said. Even if he wasn’t playing with her nipples, she would have continued. His words were so powerful, so authoritative, she felt compelled to obey them.

‘Umm more mature,’

‘Good girl, continue,’ Mark said, his full hands cupping her breasts now.

‘More authoritative, in charge, commanding,’ Sophie moaned each phrase out as Mark played with her breasts.

She was lost now to the rhythm of the dance, feeling how it made her so helpless, so docile, so very hot.

‘Good girl Sophie, but I thought you were so fiercely independent, that you wanted to rely on yourself, and nobody else?’ Mark asked, looking down to see how her eyes were glazed, drool forming from her wide smile.

‘Did I say that?’ Sophie asked, her words slurred from sheer waves of pleasure now that wracked her brain.

‘Yes, but you’re a silly little girl, aren’t you dear?’

         One of Mark’s hands started to drift back down her body now, while the other came upwards, resting on her neck. The other drifted down, down between her legs.

‘Yes, I’m a silly little girl,’ Sophie giggled.

‘That’s right, now time to stop thinking with that pretty little head of yours, I’m going to tell you a story sweetie,’

Mark’s thumb slipped into Sophie’s mouth, she welcomed it without resistance. His other hand played with her between her legs, as she melted away. It was time for him to think for her now, to take control, to tell her the right things to think, say and do. Sophie’s eyes rolled up as she quivered and shook in Mark’s strong, capable hands. The pleasure was all too much, so very good. Just like her. She was so very good. Such a good girl. She’d do as she was told. The daydreams came back to her, of her collared up, naked, panting and moaning as her owner, her Master did what he wished with her. Master. That word echoed through her mind. So close it was to another word, a name, a familiar name. Sophie forgot where she was, forgot who she was for a while, losing herself in Mark’s story, losing her self entirely to the dance.

‘So, I’d be able to pay you of good money of course, although your hours may vary a little depend on how much I need you,’ Sophie heard Mark say.

         She was still in a daze, she seemed now to be kneeling, bobbing up and down, as she felt something so wonderful, so thick between her legs. Just bobbing up and down, staring ahead, it was totally normal to her. Mark was telling her how he could hire her as an assistant, he was so good to her. She’d be happy to assist him in whatever he needed.

‘That’s no problem, I only live next door so it’s not like I’ll have to travel far,’ Sophie replied.

It was a perfectly normal conversation, it even bordered on an interview. Sure, Sophie was bouncing up and down for some reason, as Mark’s voice came from below her, but it seemed to be going well for her. She could hear how pleased with her he sounded each time he spoke.

 ‘I mean I’ve seen your cleaning skill firsthand, so you’ve got me sold there. Can I ask Sophie, what do you think are your three greatest qualities?’ Mark said.

‘Hmm, my boobs, my butt and my hair!’ Sophie said, giggling.

Mark chuckled at this, and explained he meant more personality wise, although he did agree with her on the other three. It was so great of him to compliment her like that, once Sophie stopped bouncing up and down, she’d have to thank him for all he’d done somehow.

‘Ohh, well I’m totally docile, so like following orders is no problem for me,’ Sophie said.

‘That’s very good, please keep going,’ Mark replied, as Sophie bounced up and down, quicker and quicker.

‘I’m also super open minded, so I catch on to new ideas quick,’ Sophie said, starting to pant.

This bouncing was really taking it out of her, but it was fun too, she just felt so good!

‘Very good Sophie, and for your last one?’

Sophie bit her lip and thought hard, something she didn’t often do now. Thinking so hard was what got her into that horrible warehouse job, and her crappy apartment. She was finding it easier to just do, and not think. As she bounced now, wiggling her hips and feeling good, her third quality popped into her mind.

‘Oh well I’m really eager to please!’ she said.

‘That’s right you are Sophie, very good! Now, one last thing, and don’t worry too much about this, what’s your greatest weakness?’

Sophie wasn’t quite sure what to say, a few things jumped out at her. She was kinda ditzy and dumb, but was that really a weakness? It felt fun to her. She was a silly girl, but Mark knew that already. So, she searched deep in herself, speeding up her bouncing, feeling so wonderful.

‘I…I… I’m not independent!’ she moaned out, shocked that she’d blurt something like that out in her interview.

‘Sorry, It’s just I’m really not independent, I’ve realised that now, I like to depend on others. It feels good, it feels right,’ she said.

         She was worried for only a second, as she felt the bouncing stop, but then she felt something fill her. Something warm, something that made her feel perfect, made her feel complete, made her feel owned.

‘Well Sophie, I must say I’m very impressed. Consider yourself hired on, I expect to see you early tomorrow, but for now, please, head back to yours, get some rest, you’ve had a long day. Oh, and let your old job know you won’t be coming in tomorrow, or ever again,’ Mark said, panting.

Sophie stood up, he was right, she’d had a long day. She thanked Mark, promised she wouldn’t let him down, then walked back into her apartment. After phoning her old boss and quitting, Sophie was ready to put aside her old life entirely. There was something a bit odd, she didn’t recall stripping off naked for bed, or where her clothes were. Ah well, she didn’t worry about it like the old Sophie would have. She’d changed now, and she just loved her new life, her new job, her new boss. In a non-platonic way of course, it wasn’t like she’d be touching herself tonight to fantasies of pleasuring her new boss in other ways, Sophie giggled at the very thought. She was so lucky to have him to take care of her now.

[thedeaconj]

A Cup Of Sugar Part 4

(Link to part 3: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624738938039533568/a-cup-of-sugar-part-3  

And parts 1 &2 https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624650236299821056/a-cup-of-sugar-parts-1-and-2)

Sophie awoke happy and almost carefree on another warm, sunny day in the city. Today, she got out of bed and carried out her yoga and exercises just in her new undies. She may have worn them for a day already, but they were the only cute pair she had. Everything else was frumpy and covered so much, she could always get a new pair later when Mark paid her. After her exercises, Sophie couldn’t help but once again admire herself in the mirror, although one thing did stand out to her more than the rest. Her long, black hair. It just didn’t match her new style at all, she’d need to pick up some blonde hair dye too, so she could be a nice, cute blonde. Or rather, her hair could be a nice, cute blonde, she thought. Then she giggled, her, a nice cute blonde? What a silly idea. Sophie also couldn’t help but admire her breasts more today. They were so perky, she just had to cup them, and her nipples felt far more sensitive today. Sophie ran her fingers over them in a circular motion, shivering as she did. She remembered that great technique Mark did yesterday, where he ran his thumb around her forehead. One of Sophie’s hands started to drift downwards, when she snapped out of it. What was wrong with her! Mark had been such a gentleman to her, and here she was letting all these lewd, naughty thoughts run through her brain. She went and took a shower to cool off, then laid out her outfit for the day.

         She’d cut up an old white t-shirt, so it showed off part of her midriff, alongside it was her new skirt. She’d worn it yesterday though, Sophie frowned at it. It was nice, but it wasn’t quite fitting her new style. The colour was nice, but it felt so warm going all the way to her knees, did she really need that much coverage? So, Sophie got out her scissors, she took a whole layer of it off, the skirt now went to just below her thighs. She also looked down at her bra, it was a practically Victorian garment, so concealing and tight, why not just go without a bra today? She was just cleaning Mark’s and then doing some shopping afterwards, it wasn’t like she was doing anything too formal. Mark wouldn’t stare anyways, he was such a gentleman, he knew how to treat a girl properly.  Sophie pulled together her outfit and put it all on, her pair of flip flops again too. She gave a twirl to the mirror, and could feel a low, constant pleasure from how her t-shirt caressed her nipples. Sophie went across to Mark’s place and knocked on the door.

         He opened it, and to her surprise he was much more casually dressed than usual, a t-shirt and shorts! The heat must have been getting to him too. He also had a big smile on his face, which caused Sophie to smile back. If he was happy, she was happy, since he was so smart, he must have a good reason to be happy!

‘Hi Mark, what’s up?’ Sophie asked.

‘I’ve got great news! I found some fantastic blonde hair dye. An old friend of mine must have left it here, but I think it may be the exact colour you were looking for!’ he said.

Sophie was overjoyed! She could save money on hair dye, which meant more cute outfits! Still, she did have one question.

‘Don’t I need to ease my hair into it though through like, lighter and lighter dyes?’

Mark shook his head, he explained it was a specialist dye, quite expensive stuff that could do the job near instantly. He said he’d be happy to help and dye her hair for her, then she could get to the cleaning work. Sophie agreed, so happy he was able to help her out and provide for her like this. It would have taken her so long to get that nice, cute blonde hair she wanted, and now Mark was able to get her straight there. She’d do an extra good job at cleaning to make up for this, she just had to please him. Well, as in please him by doing a good job cleaning, she thought. As Sophie headed into the apartment now, she by instinct went to sit on the sofa, but Mark’s hand touched the small of the back.

‘I’m afraid the sofa may be too risky what with the dye, I’ve got an old chair over here in the kitchen area, I’ve set up a mirror by it so you can see how it looks,’ Mark explained.

Sophie looked up at him and nodded, a little embarrassed by how silly she’d been thinking she could sit on the sofa for this. She let Mark’s hand rest on the small of the back as he walked her over to the chair, where she took a seat in front of the mirror. Sophie kept her legs close together, so as to not flash Mark her undies. He placed a bib around her neck that covered her upper body, it felt so tight against her throat. She shivered a little as it locked into place, what a strange, yet enjoyable sensation. As if something belonged around her throat, but she wasn’t sure what. Mark put on a pair of gloves and readied the dye. As Sophie looked at herself in the mirror, with her long flowing black hair, she began to have some small doubts.

‘Mark, is this the right choice? I mean my hair’s such a part of who I am, it feels weird changing it like this,’ she said.

Mark smiled at her, he placed his hands on her shoulders in a soft, yet firm grip.

‘Please Sophie, you know your hair would look so good like this, and besides it’s what’s on the inside that makes up who we really are, right Sophie?’ Mark asked.

  With his grip on her Sophie simply relaxed, smiling at herself in the mirror. It would look good like this, and it wasn’t like dyeing her hair would change who she was. She was still strong, still independent, it was so nice of Mark to remind her of that.

‘Yes, you’re right, sorry I’ll let you get on with it,’ she said.

         Mark took his hands off of Sophie’s shoulders, she felt a tinge of disappointment, but then felt something far more wonderful as he started to rub the dye into her hair.

‘I’m going to be doing this all with my hands, so I may need to move your head around a little,’ Mark said as he rubbed and massaged the dye into her hair.

Sophie barely registered it, the feeling as it soaked into her hair was so wonderful, so powerful. It coated her hair and mind all at once, she saw her lips twitch into a smile, her eyelids flutter as it first hit.

‘That’s okay’ she droned out.

It wasn’t just the hair dye either having this effect on her. The way Mark rubbed it in was more like a head massage. Sophie could feel those small doubts being rubbed straight out of her head, straight out of her mind.

‘How does it feel Sophie?’ Mark asked.

‘Mmm so nice,’

Mark chuckled, so Sophie giggled.

‘Why not find something to focus on Sophie as we do this, maybe your eyes? Just stare into the mirror as you see yourself transform,’ he said.

         Yes, her eyes. Her big brown eyes, she was caught in her own gaze. It was as if they pulsed and sparkled, she felt as if her whole world was getting caught up in her eyes. She didn’t notice at first that her legs drifted apart, giving Mark a full view of her undies. Once she clocked it, she snapped out of it for a moment, starting to stammer about how sorry she was.

‘Shh, it’s okay dear, you’re just relaxing and letting the dye do its work, no need to worry about it,’ Mark said.

Yes, there was no need to worry about it. Mark was right, as usual. She could just relax and let him do what ne needed. Sophie now let her legs drift open freely, her arms lay lazily by her sides. Her mouth started to drift open as her eyes glazed over. The dye was working so quickly, her hair was already turning such a nice, cute blonde. The head massage just felt so good, Mark’s hands were so perfect on her, even with the gloves on. He was telling her smart things again, but her brain was going all mushy. It was better for her to listen and accept. His words flowed through her, sometimes she’d speak them herself, although she was unsure what exactly she was saying. Why should she care? This felt too good, so good that a damp spot was forming between her legs. This time though, Sophie didn’t go out like a light, instead she went into her daydreams.

         Sophie saw visions of herself in this mirror. In some she was kneeling, others bowing down. She was always naked, and always wore a pink collar with a chain heart at its centre. Words flowed out of her mouth in a constant chant, a mantra, but she couldn’t tell what they were, not yet. There was a man in these visions too, sometimes he held a leash attached to her collar, other times he caressed and played with her body from behind. She couldn’t make him out fully, but could tell he was an older man, a commanding man. He was in control, she was his to play with. Sophie then saw herself kneeling before the man, his shorts were unzipped and pulled down, she could feel the drool coming off her mouth. There it was, her object of desire, the thing that would fill her and make her whole. It started to come out as Sophie brought her head down and…A splash of water?

         She felt water running over her hair, her head was tilted back, she blinked and looked up to see Mark washing her hair.

‘Alright the dye’s done, just getting the excess off, you okay there Sophie?’

‘Oh, yes, sorry just daydreaming a little,’ she said.

Mark smiled at her, which gave Sophie a warm feeling in the pit of her stomach. As Mark finished washing her hair, she raised her head, then looked into the mirror. It was so cute! Sophie smiled and giggled, running her hands through her light, blonde hair. It suited her so much now, went perfectly with her new look. She could style it too, maybe some cute little pigtails. She was now a nice, cute blonde after all, she could lean into that.

‘It’s perfect, soo cute! Thank you so much Mark, my hero hehe!’ Sophie said.

She then covered her mouth, barely able to believe what just came out of it. Maybe the dye had some fumes that made her feel funny, but Mark just laughed at what she said.

‘No problem, now are you ready to do something for me?’ he asked.

         Sophie nodded, eager and ready to do her work.

‘Oh, before you do, one moment, I have something you might find amusing,’ Mark said.

         He headed off to his bedroom, while Sophie undid her bib, and stood up from the chair. She couldn’t help but notice how damp she was between the legs, which was rather humiliating to her. She couldn’t even have an older man dye her hair without getting so horny, she hoped Mark hadn’t noticed, Sophie wanted him to like her and approve of her, which he might not if he saw what a mess she was. Older men were such a weakness to her though, and she did have to admit Mark looked good today in his t-shirt and shorts. Then, he returned holding up on a coat hanger, a maid uniform.

         Except, maid uniform wasn’t quite the right term. It was a hot pink like the sofa, a two-piece outfit with essentially a bralet and mini skirt, and a thin mesh material that connected the two pieces. She could also see it came with pink and white striped knee-high socks.

‘Wouldn’t it be funny if you matched the sofa? It might even look less out of place then!’ Mark chuckled.

Sophie giggled, but knew she couldn’t possibly wear such an outfit. It just looked so, well so slutty and naughty. What would Mark think as she went around his apartment in that, shaking and stretching her body as she cleaned up for him?

‘It’s a little cute but maybe not my style entirely, it’s funny though!’ she said.

Mark almost looked a little disappointed, was he serious about her wearing the outfit?

‘Well, I was just thinking how you’d be such a good girl if you wore the outfit, and I mean, you mentioned when I was dyeing your hair how you wanted to be a good girl, isn’t that right Sophie?’

Yes, Sophie wanted to be a good girl. It echoed in her mind, such a catchy phrase that she couldn’t stop hearing it.

‘Yes, I want to be a good girl,’ she said.

Maybe the outfit wasn’t so bad, it wasn’t too far off what she was currently wearing. It would be a good thing to do, and Mark was nice enough to buy it for her. Sophie walked over to Mark, eyes glazed over, and took the outfit in her hands. The material felt silky, soft, pleasant to the touch. If this top was rubbing against her nipples it would take a lot of effort to hide her pleasure.

‘That’s fantastic, please change in the bathroom, then you can get to work,’

She took the outfit and headed into the bathroom. There was a bag there she could put her regular clothes in, when Sophie began to feel just how uncomfortable her damp undies were. She could always take them off with the rest of her outfit, Mark would no doubt be too busy to even notice she wasn’t wearing them. She stripped down, putting on the maids’ outfit, allowing herself to get into the mentality. She was Mark’s maid, at least for a little while, so it made sense to act and think like that. She now noticed there was a big pink bow too, which Sophie wrapped around and wore atop her head. She pulled the socks up, then pulled up the two-piece outfit itself. It felt so good against her skin, like a gentle caress, it concealed so little of her. Her nipples and breasts were just about visible through the bralet, her shoulders were entirely exposed. The mesh did little to cover her midriff and lower chest region, even giving a peek of her underboob. The skirt meanwhile left little to the imagination. Sophie was still a bit nervous about the outfit, but she did want to be a good girl, and to do so she’d clean for Mark dressed like this.

         Sophie came out of the bathroom, blushing at Mark’s awestruck expression.

‘Beautiful, you look more like a princess than a maid,’ he said.

Sophie couldn’t help but blush some more. Princess, what a cute name for her.

‘Thank you, I aim to please Mark,’ Sophie replied, a smile spreading over her face.

‘Oh, one more thing, a bit odd I know, but I’d like to have some level of professionalism. Is it alright if you call me Sir while you clean for me Sophie?’

It seemed a bit odd, but what was the harm, Sophie thought.

‘Okay sir, no problem!’ Sophie said.

Mark walked over, handed her a pink feather duster, and she got to work. The place was already looking pretty good, but Sophie worked hard. She aimed to please, part of who she was, of her independence, was showing just how dependable she could be. Maybe Mark would ask her back more, it certainly beat working in the warehouse. She’d still be her independent self after all, but Mark was just someone worth listening to, he was so capable, it would be silly not to let him guide her a little. Mark himself went about some of his daily business, only catching glances at Sophie now and then, seeing how every time she bent over, everything was on display. She was trying to hide the moans, but her rock hard nipples gave away just how good the material felt on her.

 ‘So, have you given any more thought to coming to my gathering Sophie?’ Mark asked.

He was sat upon his black leather chair as she scrubbed down the floor on her hands and knees, with a perfect view. Sophie absentmindedly hummed a tune and shook her hips to keep her mind off just how good her nipples felt.

‘Oh yes sir! I’d love to come!’ she said.

‘That’s fantastic sweetie, I’m sure the other guests will appreciate all your hard work, you’ve been such a good girl doing this for me,’

There was something so pleasant about Mark’s words that made it harder to hold how she felt in, a low soft moan escaped Sophie’s lips.

‘Everything alright there?’ Mark asked.

‘Oh, oh yes sir not to worry, and thank you so much, I hope you’re happy with the job I do,’ she said.

‘Of course dear, it’s perfect, I’ll come with you later to the store personally and buy whatever you desire,’

Sophie let out a pleasurable sigh, what a wonderful idea, he was so nice to her, and the pair began to talk about what she had in mind. Mark had such good ideas, about tube tops, thongs, booty shorts, all fun, cute outfits Sophie could show herself off in. Sir even mentioned getting a camera and doing a photoshoot of her modelling in her new clothing. Sophie giggled, what a fun, silly idea, her as a model. When she finished the cleaning job, Sophie found herself wandering over to the mirror again. It was such hard work that she just fell to her knees, worn out. Mark came up behind her, stroking her hair with one hand. She leaned into it, enjoying the feeling.

‘You’ve been such a good girl today Sophie and done such a good job. I’m so proud of how far you’ve come,’ he said.

Sophie looked at herself, legs spread, dripping from pleasure, hair dyed blonde and nipples so hard still. She’d definitely changed the last few days, but that was okay, she was becoming who she really was, and not just trying to rebel against her parents or authority. She’d been a good girl today. Soon she’d be rewarded, but right now she had to say her thanks to Mark.

‘Thank you so much Sir, I’m eager to please,’ she said.

She was too, maybe it was the maid mindset getting to her but pleasing felt so good. She could stay on her knees having her hair played with for hours if it pleased Sir.

‘Very good sweetie, now it’s time for you to put your regular clothes back on so we can go shopping,’ Mark said.

Sophie rose to her feet as Mark patted her on the head. It felt nice to be patted like that, it was such a basic show of approval but it meant a lot to her. Then, as she was walking to the bathroom, Mark’s hand drifted lower, giving her a nice pat on the butt. She just giggled, he’d probably meant to give her a pat on the back, it felt so naughty to have his hand down there. Sophie went to the bathroom, she changed back into her normal outfit, although didn’t go for the still damp undies. Sophie walked out, simply leaving the maid outfit and underwear in the room. Mark smiled at her, and put his arm around her, resting his hand on her lower back as he guided her away. Tomorrow it would be back to the grind of the warehouse, but for today, Sophie could enjoy a nice shopping trip with Sir…or Mark, she thought, then giggled. She was still in maid mode a little, but hey, it felt good to please.