The Hypno Lord

In this 4200 word short story, Mary Worthingham doesn't believe in hypnosis, and doesn't believe she can be hypnotized. But when she goes to a mesmerism show, she soon discovers that hypnosis is real indeed- real enough to turn her from a respectable young woman... into a wanton harlot begging for the Hypno Lord inside her! For Mature audiences only. All characters 18 years of age or older.

EXCERPT

“Oh, god…” she said, her body bucking as she was penetrated from behind. “Feels… so… good…”

“Yes.” He said. “Now tell me. What am I, Mary?” he said.

“You’re Mesmero, the Hypno Lord.” She said. “My Hypno Lord. My Master.”

“Yes.” He said. “Again.”

“You are my Master.” She said. She loved saying it. She loved her Master, loved obeying him.

“Again.”

“Oh… oh god. “ She said. “You’re my Master!”

He was close to orgasm now as well, and she felt him start to give way to his baser urges. He started to thrust into her even harder, even deeper, his breath ragged, his grunts deep, animalistic.

“Oh god, yes!” She said. “Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!” Mary screamed, all propriety lost in the lust-drunk haze of pleasure, as she bucked her hips back onto his cock as he continued to slide in and out of her.