Hypno Sleep - Brainwashed While Sleeping (3 page)

He drove his hips forward."Ohh! You feel so good
James. So big!" Inch by wonderful inch, my Master slid into me. His cock
hit against my back wall and sent shudders through my body. I pulled against
the leather cuffs, trying to grab at him, but all I could do was lie there as
he slid back out. It was maddening. "Please fuck me James! Fuck me
hard!"

He smiled and dropped down to plant a kiss on my
mouth. And as soon as he pulled his head away, his hips drove forward again,
hard and fast. My body shook again. Each thrust was like heaven and soon enough
the intense pressure that I'd feel in my core before I came started to build.
With every stroke my Master brought me closer to my impending orgasm. But I
couldn't get it yet. I had to wait for James. His pleasure was my pleasure.

A steady stream of moans escaped from my mouth. The
rhythm of his hips increased, making it that much harder to resist coming
before my Master. But now that he was thrusting faster, I could see he was
close too. And when his hips finally stopped, I nearly screamed. My whole body
shook as an orgasm rushed through me. And as my pussy clamped down on James,
his cock swelled, filling me with his load.

James is my Master. His cock makes me happy.

My Master collapsed on top of me, with his cock still
buried within, pumping cum deep into my body. Another wave of pleasure rolled
over me as he kissed my neck. His fingers worked the straps of my wrist
restraints while my hands flexed and my toes curled down.

James makes me come. His cock makes me happy.

My hands slipped free of the wrist cuffs. James pulled
out and went to work on the ankle restraints next. I hugged myself while I
waited.

James is my Master. James is a bad man.

My brow wrinkled. I looked up at my lover and
questioned the tiny voice in my head. Images of angry eyes and heated words
filled me.
James is a bad man. Wake up Britney. Run!
My hands fumbled
with the chest restraints. My feet were free now and James helped by loosening
the stomach strap while I worked the one across my chest. My head pounded and
my heart raced as I rolled off the bed and onto the floor.
Run! James is my
Master. Master is a bad man. His cock makes me happy.

I closed my eyes and tried to sort out the voices in
my head. My memory was fuzzy, but I remembered the anger I'd felt for him yesterday.
What happened?
I tried to remember, but my head just hurt more.
Something was wrong.
Run Britney! Just run!
I started to stand.

But when I felt a tap on my shoulder, the voices
didn't matter anymore. James needed me.
Master
needed me. My eyes opened
and I came face to face with his glistening cock, still wet with my juices. I
lifted my eyes towards James'. He smiled and pointed at his dick. "I think
my girl knows what to do when she's on her knees."

My hand wrapped around his shaft without thinking about
it. My mouth opened and my head slid forward. My body was on autopilot and all
I could do was watch as his cock slipped between my lips, with the taste of his
salty cum mixed with my sweet juices landing on my tongue. My head bobbed
quickly while my tongue lashed out, making sure to lick every square inch of
his shaft.

Why can't I remember? Why is James bad?
As I
sucked, I ran through old memories in my head. I remembered my first day in
college, and my first sleepless night too. I remembered friends, teachers,
co-workers. But as I came closer to the present, my mind turned to mush. All I
could remember was James.
James is my Master. James makes me happy.

He tapped my shoulder again. His cock popped free of
my mouth as my body dropped to the floor in front of him. My hips rose while my
head dropped to the ground. My asshole tensed, then relaxed. I knew what was
coming. Master wanted my tight asshole. And I wanted to give it to him. But
another memory, an older memory, pushed its way to the surface of my thoughts.

My first boyfriend in college. Big, strong, handsome.
He'd tried to take my ass once and the pain drove me to tears. I vowed that day
that I'd never try it again.
James in my ass makes me happy. James is
my Master. James is a bad man.

James did this. James broke me.

His hands fell to my hips as he moved into place
behind me. My heart started to race as his hands ran over my ass cheeks. He
slapped one side, then the other.

"Spread those cheeks. Show me that asshole. Tell
me how much you want it."

No. I hate anal. James is a bad man.
"I...
I don't..." My mouth was dry and my head pounded with every word that
formed on my tongue. "I don't want you... I don't want you in my
ass!" I tried to stand up, but James just pushed me to the floor. He
tapped me on my shoulder again. Like a reset switch, I pushed my ass back into
the air and dropped my head to the floor.
James in my ass makes me happy.

"Well I was hoping that last session would have
been enough, but I guess not." His hands dropped back to my hips.
"Another round tonight should fix your attitude problem though. Now show
me that asshole Britney. Don't you want to be my good girl?"

I tried to fight James, but my body wouldn't obey. My
hands reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. I closed my eyes as he pressed
forward, and grit my teeth when his thick member pushed against my tight hole.
His hips thrust forward and I gasped, half in pleasure, half in pain. My mind
fogged as my hands dropped back to the floor and I pushed my hips backwards.

"That's my good girl. Take it all. Show me how
much you want that cock in your ass."

James just held my hips. He wasn't the one thrusting
this time. As he knelt behind me, I pushed myself backwards and pulled myself
forward, taking his dick as deep as it would go. He barely fit, and each time I
impaled myself on his rod, pain flooded me. But underneath the pain was a sea
of pleasure. Each thrust sent my clit wild, begging to be touched. My fingers
dipped between my legs and slowly rubbed my aching button.

"Look at you now. See how much you like being my
little bitch? And tomorrow you'll crave it even more. Every night, I'll teach
you new commands. Every night, you'll love me just a little bit more. Doesn't
that sound nice?"

James is my Master. James makes me happy.
"Yes
Master." My hips picked up speed. "I want to be your bitch!"

James pulled me close, keeping me from thrusting
backwards. I felt him swell again, and the thought of him filling my tight ass
with his cum sent my hand wild over my clit. By the time he was done inside of
me, another orgasm was rolling through my core. He pulled out and I sunk to the
floor, letting my pleasure run its course.

He nudged me with a foot as he stood up. I turned over
onto my back and looked up at my Master. Tall, lean, handsome. He was
everything I wanted.
James makes me happy.

"Clean up and get back in bed. You still need a
little work. You want to be the best girl you can be for me. Right?"

"Yes James. I want to be your good girl. I want
to be your little bitch."

*****

I
sat in class and tapped my pencil against my desk as
I watched the second hand slowly spin around. I was finally sleeping at night,
but my grades were slipping even faster now. I didn't care though. All that
mattered to me now was getting home to James so I could please him.

I caught the man next to me running his eyes up and
down my body. He was big, with thick arms and a square jaw. Memories of old
boyfriends, with equally big arms and chiseled abs, bubbled to the surface.
What
did I ever see in them? James is the only man I need. James makes me happy.
But I let the man next to me look. James liked other men checking me out.
That's why I wore my short skirts and low cut tops that he bought for me. They
could look all they wanted, but my body was for Master only.

And as the class let out, I stood up quickly, making
sure to bend over just enough that the muscled Adonis sitting next to me caught
a peek of my perfect pussy as I bent over to get my book bag. When I heard him
cough in shock, I smiled and straightened back up.

I hurried back home with thoughts of James, and only
James, in my head. He'd fucked me before I went to class, but I was craving him
again. Maybe if I hurried, he would let me suck him off before he went to the
sleep lab. He'd been spending a lot of time there in the last few weeks,
leaving me alone and horny in our shared apartment. But he promised he would be
spending more time at home once the new girl was trained up.

I couldn't wait.

James is my Master. James makes me happy.