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My First Hypnotic Sex Slave

We met on OK Cupid. I remember thinking she was out of my league. She had traveled the world like Indiana Jones studying other cultures. She had a ph.D. She had movie-star cheekbones, curly red hair, pale white skin, and a coke bottle figure with an amazing ass. Yet she was nervous and shy and even a bit prim and proper. She had that "librarian who might let her hair down" nerd thing that I find so hot.

Much to my surprise, our very first date ended in her inviting me into her house, sitting me on the living room couch, and putting my hand around her neck as we kissed.

"Oh," I said, between tightening my grip around her throat, tilting her head back by her curly red hair and exposing her neck, and French-kissing her until she couldn't breathe, "I see. You're a naughty pony."

Apparently it was the right thing to say.

The next thing I knew, we were in her bedroom and she was on her hands and knees naked arching her pale white ass in the air and begging me to spank her. She was totally shaved and had a beautiful porn-star pussy that looked 20 years younger than her age.

I had never spanked anyone before. I didn't want to hurt a woman or be a bully or cause anyone pain. I freaked out when I left a big red hand-print on her bottom with a smack. I remember thinking that if she reported me, the police would be able to match the handprint to my hand. "I'm so sorry," I said, "I didn't mean to hurt you. I was raised never to hit a woman. I don't even spank my kids" "Harder!" She said. Her face was fierce like she would die if I stopped. She seemed in a trance of pleasure, not thinking straight. It was weird. "Use me like a thing! Call me your dirty girl! Make me your slut!"

I realized in that moment, based on my reading, that she was a true submissive, despite her highly-intelligent, well-educated, world-traveling feminist persona and her large and in charge work life. Or maybe because of it. I make my living by understanding and influencing human emotions.

I remember thinking: "This woman needs a vacation from taking responsibility for others, from worrying, from staying five steps ahead. She is weary with her burden. She is dying for relief." To my own surprise, I knew exactly what to do next.

So many amazing blow jobs, gagging and choking, harder spankings, twisted nipples, hair pulls, hot candle-wax dripping, electric wanding, slut-shaming, name calling, fingering, squirting, ball-sucking, deep-throating, dildoing, cum-swallowing, and hard fucking later...I was shocked to realize that not only was she a natural submissive, but I was a natural dominant. I was good at it and it turned me on.

I had to work hard to hold at bay the guilt from my Christian upbringing, and then square it with my political respect for all women. Hard to justify.

Around 2 am, I left her on her bed deep in a submissive trance, limp and naked on her back, unable to think, barely able to move, dazed, delighted, spent, confused, transformed, and a bit in shock. A wicked mindless smile of pleasure on her face. Her state of mind is what I would later call "A Mommy Vacation."

Helluva first date.

She emailed me several days later: "You are magic. You own me. I want you to fuck me now."

"She's head over heels in love with you," my partner said, "She's gonna follow you home. Be careful."

I didn't realize it at the time, but from that point on, I owned her body and soul. And I liked it.

END OF "MY FIRST HYPNOTIC SEX SLAVE: PART 1." TO BE CONTINUED...