The Perils of Paulette

Transcript

That's quite a history, Paulette. So you see why I'm worried. Why? Well, I've been under different kinds of mind control for years now.

Yes, that's true. I've been lucky. How so? Well, what if one of those men had kept me? The first time I was ever hypnotized was in high school.

I was walking home one day after cheerleader practice, and there behind the gym was Rick. He was one of the bad boys, although he was always kind of clean-cut and friendly for a bad boy. He never seemed to have a serious girlfriend, but he dated around a lot.

The school was full of rumors about him. One rumor even said that he was dating one of the teachers. I didn't believe that, of course, but I did notice him.

My parents would have killed me if I had actually dated him, but he was really cute, and I would have gone out with him, you know, in a group, if he'd asked. And he was waiting for me. He smiled and straightened up from leaning against the wall.

Hi, Paulette, he said. Hi, Rick. I wasn't sure if I should really be back here alone with him.

No one else was around. I have something to show you, he said, and pulled a pink crystal out of his pocket. He let it drop in front of my eyes and started to swing it.

Just look right into it, he said. I tore my eyes away from him and stared and stared. He kept talking to me, and I knew suddenly that he was hypnotizing me, but by then it was too late.

All I could do was stare at the crystal and let myself get drawn in as his voice worked its magic on me. Soon I felt myself drifting, floating, just listening to his voice as he talked to me. I felt all of my willpower slowly leave me and be replaced with his voice, repeating over and over again how much I wanted to follow his commands.

It felt as though I was in a dream, just softly murmuring, Yes, Rick. Anything you want, Rick. Yes, Rick.

I'll obey you. And then I was on my knees in front of him and, well, you know, I went down on him. I couldn't think of anything except how wonderful it was to have his cock in my mouth.

Even though I would have never even said the word cock back then. I had never ever done anything like that before. I'd never even let a boy get to second base.

I wasn't sure what to do, but he carefully guided me through slowly licking the shaft, running my tongue around the head, and then taking him deep into my mouth, no teeth, in and out, in and out, staring ahead blankly while he trained me to suck cock. Then he came in my mouth, and I had already been told just what to do. I carefully wrapped my mouth around just the tip, milking him with my fingers, swallowing every drop into my eager, sucking mouth.

I leaned back, staring ahead. If he had asked me to spread my legs for him, I would have done it without a thought, but he had me stand up and slowly woke me up from my trance. Of course I didn't remember that I had just given him my first blowjob ever, and he just said good evening to me as I walked away, a bit unsteadily.

A week later, I was going to go home my usual way, but my feet started guiding me back behind the gym again. I wasn't sure why I was going out of my way, and then I saw Rick waiting for me. He had the crystal out already, and this time, I fell back into a hypnotic trance almost instantly.

I knelt down, he unzipped, and I did what I had been trained to do the previous week. Afterwards, I nearly ran home and played with myself, fantasizing about him as I came again and again. But I had no idea that I had already pleasured him twice.

That semester, my Thursdays became a routine. Each of those evenings, I would walk back to behind the gym, and he would be there. In less than a minute, I would be blank, on my knees, sucking away, my pussy wet and quivering with desire for him as I worshipped his cock with my mouth.

Then I would stand up, awaken, smile at him, and walk on, fantasizing about him being the one to finally take my virginity, and wondering why he never even tried to put the moves on me. Then, one Wednesday, I decided to walk behind the gym, even though something in my head told me that wouldn't be a good idea. But I did anyway, my head full of thoughts of asking Rick out, and thinking of the two of us making out somewhere.

I rounded the corner, and there was Rick. But there was also someone else. It was Miss Gregory, the English teacher.

She was very young, barely out of college, and the center of fantasy for half of the boys in school. She was kneeling down in front of Rick, her blouse open, her small breasts exposed, staring ahead as he swung the crystal in front of her eyes. I stopped and stared.

Rick's back was to me, and Miss Gregory clearly only had eyes for the crystal. He was talking to her, just as he had spoken to me, although I didn't remember any of it, telling her that she would obey him, serve him, do whatever he wished. I can still hear her soft voice repeating his commands back, as I realized what had been happening to me.

Yes, I will obey you. I will serve you. You are my master.

I am your slave. Yes, I'd love to suck your cock. I will suck your cock whenever you wish.

And then she leaned forward and started to blow him, her eyes blank, her mouth full of his amazing, delicious cock. I turned and ran, not caring if he heard me. I guess the shock broke his control because I never went back behind the gym.

He avoided me for the rest of the year, probably worried about what I might say. He shouldn't have worried. I thought about it all the time, about what I must have done to him, and thought about me saying those words to him.

Yes, I will obey you. I am your slave. I will suck your cock, master.

I'd love to suck your cock. Yes, master. Whatever you wish, master.

He moved in with Miss Gregory after graduation. It was a huge scandal. What do you mean? You know, turn me into his slave or something.

I mean, permanently. Ah, yes, I see. But what can I do? You could be hypnotized.

Again? To resist hypnosis. Really? That works? I believe that it will.

Well, all right, I'm willing to try. Very good. Now, just relax and make yourself comfortable.

I was still a virgin when I started college, but at least I could date. I went out with a lot of guys, but none of them felt quite right for me to get serious about. I really wanted to experiment with sex, and I even got pretty hot and heavy with some guys.

My hypnotic training at giving head had apparently influenced my conscience, too, because the lucky recipients were very impressed with my skill. But even though I masturbated all the time, no guy felt quite right for me to give my cherry to. Until I met Clark.

He was a geeky chemistry student, but I thought he was really cute. He was funny, too, and really smart, which even then I found kind of sexy. We started dating, and soon I was thinking of him as my boyfriend, even though we really didn't do anything except date stuff.

We went to movies, went dancing, had dinner. We had nice goodnight kisses. He was a really good kisser, and he was clearly surprised but pleased when I slipped him some tongue in one embrace.

But he was just too much of a gentleman to make a pass at me. The most he would do was accidentally bundle one of my breasts when he had an arm around me. I was getting really frustrated, but I didn't know how to ask him to do more.

Even though I had been Rick's hypnotic mouth slave, I didn't remember that and thought of myself as completely virginal. I masturbated all the time, once or twice a day, and had graduated to dildos, but I really wanted to find a first-time lover. Then on one of our dates, we were hanging out in his dorm lobby.

I was sipping a soda. I noticed it tasted kind of weird, but not bad weird, kind of a chemical taste, like it was a diet soda. I kept drinking it, and I started to feel strange, as if the room was swimming around.

I noticed Clark looking at me, as if he were waiting for me to say something. Are you okay? he asked.

Yes, I'm fine, I managed, although it sounded like I was having trouble talking. I kept staring at a spot on the wall, and sipping away at the soda. Soon the soda was done, and I let the can drop.

Let's go up to my room, he suggested, licking his lips. His eyes flicked down from my face to my breasts. Okay, sure, I said.

I stood up and walked behind him. He stood, put his arm around me, and led me to his room. Um, what's going on? I asked, but I knew the answer even before he said it.

Just trying out something in your drink, he said. Oh, okay, sure. On some level I knew I should be upset that he had drugged me, but all my willpower was gone.

I just wanted to follow along and do whatever he said. He got me to his room. I stood in the middle, staring ahead.

He told me to undress, and I did. I'd never been naked in front of a guy before. Even Rick had never had me take off any clothes, but without a second thought I peeled out of everything I was wearing.

He got me to his room. I stood in the middle, staring ahead. He told me to undress, and I did.

I'd never been naked in front of a guy before. Even Rick had never asked me to take off any clothes, but without a second thought I peeled out of everything I was wearing. Do you, you know, play with yourself, he asked.

I could tell, even through the haze of the drug, that he was incredibly nervous. Uh-huh, I said, and started to demonstrate. He watched as I parted my legs, my fingers slid over my body and down to my pussy, then up again, slowly circling my clit.

Soon he was next to me, touching my breasts as I masturbated in front of him. I just let him touch me, enjoying feeling so horny, and soon he was naked too. He was very hard and was sliding on a condom.

I, um, I want to have sex with you, he said. Oh, okay, I replied, and spread my legs even farther, lifting my knees up. Then he was in me, and it felt incredible.

I couldn't move except to grind my hips a little bit, so I just let him fuck me, staring blankly at the ceiling, the drug making me feel utterly docile. We spent the whole night having sex, one position after another. I was completely mindless, but even so, I loved every second of it.

He'd ask for something, I'd just reply with a soft, oh, okay, and comply with his every request. He was surprised, too, when he asked me to go down on him. He was clearly expecting a naive young girl, not an experienced philatrix, but he didn't complain.

I woke up before he did with a splitting headache. I could tell from the way my pussy ached and the condom wrappers scattered everywhere that we must have fucked the night away, but I could barely remember any of it. It felt more like a wet dream than something that really happened to me.

I collected my clothes, got dressed, and snuck out before he woke up. I knew that he must have gotten me drunk or something, and I never really went out with him after that, but after that, my dates in college were much more interesting, for me and for the guys. Back and forth.

Just relax. You are getting very sleepy. You are falling into a trance.

You cannot resist. I cannot resist. That's very good, Paulette.

While I was in my last year of college, I worked at a coffee shop. It was a fun job, mostly locals, but some people coming through from off the interstate. The uniforms were kind of skimpy, but I didn't mind showing off my legs, and nearly everyone was a gentleman about admiring me.

One day, I was working the late afternoon shift, and a man came in carrying a big metal briefcase. He was dressed very neatly in a suit and sat by himself in a booth, the briefcase up on the table. He was clearly checking me out, but I didn't worry too much about it.

We chatted a little bit as I brought him coffee, then lunch, then dessert, and he told me he was a researcher driving down to the big government lab that was about twenty miles outside of town. I flirted, but not too much. The place slowly emptied out except for the two of us.

He was reading a magazine, or at least pretending to, between glances at me. I kind of liked the attention. He had sandy blonde hair, brown eyes, and a very nice jaw.

Then as I was cleaning up behind the counter, I noticed he had flipped open the briefcase. I couldn't see what was inside because the top was toward me, but something made a few soft beeps as he adjusted it. Without a word, my mind went completely blank.

I stood up very straight, my chest thrust out, and walked over to him stiffly. Hello, Paulette, he said, reading my name tag. Hello, I replied robotically.

Then he gave me my first command. I turned on my heel, walked behind the counter, and slid off my panties. Then just as stiffly, I walked back to him, dropped them on the table, and lifted my skirt to show my bare pussy off to him.

He took the panties, stuffed them in his jacket pocket, and pushed something in the briefcase. Suddenly I was back to normal, with no memory of ever having worn panties, let alone flashing him. I smiled, asked if he wanted more coffee, he did, and went to get the pot.

As I picked up the pot, suddenly I was a robot again. I walked back, poured the coffee, not spilling a drop, and waited for him. He wanted to know some things.

36DD, 24, 34, 21, single, not a virgin, no plans for this evening. With that, he sent me on another errand. I came back from the ladies' room, carrying my bra in my hand, and put it on the table.

Then with a blink, I was back to normal, and for all I could remember, it was completely normal for me to come to work braless, and wearing nothing under my short uniform skirt. He paid and left, and I didn't think a thing of it, even though the truckers that made up our evening crowd appreciated watching my breasts bob under my top. I even started bending over in ways that I would never have done before, panties or no, and showing off to them.

I didn't think it was strange. In fact, it was very exciting. Amazingly, I didn't even get groped and molested.

I think that this 6'6 inch cook had something to do with that. I left at 8pm, getting some strange looks from my replacement waitress, and walked across the parking lot in front of the motel that the coffee shop was joined to. Then again, my mind went empty, and I turned and walked up the stairs, and knocked on room 205.

The door opened, and my customer was there. He smiled and let me in. I stood in the middle of the room, staring at the wall, and then he told me what he wanted.

I will take off my clothes. I will give you oral sex. I will spread my legs and let you fuck me.

I was a sex robot for him, just repeating his commands and obeying his commands. My mind was utterly empty except for a deep compulsion to follow his instructions. I felt like a living blow-up doll, just a wet mouth, big tits, and a hot pussy ready to be fucked.

I loved every moment of it. After he had commoned me, in my mouth and on my breasts, he sent me into the shower to get cleaned up, and then got me dressed, including my missing bra and panties. I walked out into the evening, and suddenly I was back to normal.

No memory of just having spent three hours being his fuck toy. I adjusted my bra and headed home, wondering if I should start going braless and panty-less at work more often. I had gotten great tips that day.

Now, Paulette, listen very carefully to me. Yes, Doctor. I am the only person who can hypnotize you.

You are the only person.