The Hollywood Hypnosneak

For the next week I was worse than a kid on Christmas morning waiting to open his presents. With a massive erection. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed Jennifer since I had went to jail until I had the prospect of seeing her again looming before me. She had been the perfect assistant in more ways than one, mostly because I had programmed her to be. After a few hypnotic sessions she had started running my various businesses with amazing efficacy. Not to mention that my sexual programming had unlocked something deep inside her subconscious.

Jennifer had quickly become nearly as sexually ravenous as I was. Men, women, young or old, she had a deep seeded longing for all of them, a lust her conscious mind had inhibited but that I had unleashed inside of her. It was actually tragic that I had been forced to suppress her desires before I had been sent away but it had been for her own good. It was actually surprising to me that I had even bothered to shield her at all from the repercussions of my down fall. Perhaps it had been a sign even then of the emotional softness that had led to my losing everything.

Lightly stroking my perpetually hard cock on the bed in my shitty room, the phone rang and brought me out of my trip down memory lane. “Hello,” I answered the phone using one hand as the other continued stroking my rigid member.

Hayden’s voice was soft and breathless on the other end of the line. One of my commands to her was that she would become instantly aroused every time she heard my voice or saw me. I don’t really know why I did it since I’d probably never see her again but it amused me all to hell. “Master, I have the number you requested,” she said.

“Give it to me!” I said with all the need of a child being presented a particularly large Christmas gift. She immediately complied and I memorized the number, refusing to write any important information down ever again lest it be used against me in the future. I had learned my lesson twenty years ago. She waited for me to give her my next command and a wicked sneer came across my face. “Hayden, are you alone?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Do you own a vibrator?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Fuck your ass until you cum. And from now on you can only achieve orgasm by anal sex. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master,” she said eagerly.

“Then get started,” I ordered before hanging up the phone. The command was weak and it would probably only last a few days before fading out of her subconscious but I positively throbbed at the idea of her becoming an anal slut over the course of the next little while. My orders of compliance were much deeper inside of her mind and could, theoretically, last forever which is what I had hoped had happened to Jennifer.

I had no idea what the time difference was between Miami and California and didn’t care. All that mattered was reaching Jennifer and whatever was left of my old life. I dialed her number and she picked up after the third ring which was good since I was still sketchy on what a voice mail is. “This is Jennifer,” she said merrily into my ear and my heart began to race with anticipation.

“Yes it is,” I said happily into the phone. I could practically see her staring quizzically at her phone.

“I’m sorry,” she said and I could hear the confusion in her voice. “Who is this?”

“Listen very closely,” I told her before whispering my command into the phone. I could hear her breathing change subtly, becoming more even and shallow. My commands had placed her into a small trance and now I was about to find out how much of my programming was left in her mind. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, listening to her breathe, waiting to see how she’d answer.

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