WarpMyMind

Covert Hypnotist writes "Chapter 3
Chloe woke up with a grin on her face. Her body was alive with energy. She wanted more than anything to touch herself, to be touched, to be played with... She remembered her dreams. She remembered her talk with Kyle the night before. It was all real.

A small moan was the only sound to escape Chloe’s lips. She wanted to be near Kyle. She needed to be. To hear his voice, to obey him, to finger herself for him, to let him play with her, that was her only desire.

Just as she wondered about that last part, her hand casually caressed one of her breasts, sending a pleasant tingle that erased any worries that might have been there. Even though it seemed so normal, she couldn’t help but feel amazed at the way her life had changed. To think that at one point, accidentally going to the bathroom in “only” a shirt and panties had started all of this, and here she lay totally nude as she had every night recently without a hint of worry or weirdness.

“You’ve come a long way, doll face,” she thought to herself with a smile.

As she stretched, she rolled over to see what time it was. Maybe if it wasn’t too early, she could go down and surprise Kyle.

5:30 a.m.
It was an hour and a half before Kyle’s alarm, before her alarm, would be going off. In spite of that, she couldn’t stand this ache she felt inside to be near him. Without a single thought about what she was doing, Chloe got out of bed and headed for Kyle’s room. Somewhere on the stairs, it occurred to her that she was still nude. She wasn’t sure how she’d be able to get back to her room later, but she’d worry about that then. She’d let Kyle worry about that. Chloe simply had to be with him now.

She slowly and quietly opened the door to Kyle’s room. He was still fast asleep.

Without making a sound, she eased onto his bed. They weren’t touching, but it was as close as Chloe thought she had ever been to him. She quickly went to work. There was a reason that she was here after all. She couldn’t cum before Kyle woke up. However, she would be fingering and chanting every moment until then, and that is just what she did.

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
And as had happened the day before, after just a little while, Chloe’s mind centered on her mantra, and for her there was nothing else.

For Kyle, he didn’t know anything was going on until the alarm went off. He casually rolled over to shut it off, but where his hand hit the alarm as it always did, his arm did not land on the bed. It was something much warmer, familiar. Kyle finished rolling over, and the sight he saw astounded him. Chloe’s blank expression, nude figure, and quiet chanting were familiar, but Kyle wasn’t sure that he would ever get tired of seeing it.

“Chloe, let the words I’m saying push out your mantra, until my words are your only thoughts,” Kyle managed in his still-sleepy frame of mind.

Chloe quickly quieted.

“Good girl. How long have you been here this morning?”

“I came down just after 5:30,” was Chloe’s monotone reply.

“Why did you come down here so early?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Chloe answered, “I had to be near you. I needed to be near you, to obey you, to let you play with me.”

“Let me play with you?” Kyle repeated.

“I want you to control me,” Chloe continued, “I want to be your doll, and a doll’s purpose is to be played with.”

It was obvious that she had given this some thought last night.

“And how are dolls played with?

“They’re moved, posed, dressed up. You can give them different identities sometimes just by changing their clothes, making them be anything you want or do anything you want.”

A hint of excitement was in Chloe’s voice now. Her fingers still moving in and out of her at a rapid pace.

Kyle asked, “Is that what you want me to do to you?”

“YES!” Chloe exclaimed. Her breathing was heavy. She was ready to cum.

“Then, in a moment when I let bring you out of this state, as soon as you’re fully alert you’ll cum for me,” Kyle’s own breathing was getting more ragged.

“You’ll become alert as I kiss you!” he finished.

And with that he kissed her. It was a desperate, demanding kiss, body against body. Kyle’s hands freely exploring Chloe’s body, releasing the tension that had been building since Chloe had first fingered herself in Kyle’s room.

Then, with a start, Chloe was alert and aware. For a singular moment, she let herself melt into Kyle’s kiss before the waves of pleasure wracked through her body. Her lips parted. A groan, a scream. Neither sure what was really going on. They kept their mouths tightly. It was only as Chloe’s hands began pulling at Kyle’s boxers that Kyle pulled away.

“mmm... Why are you stopping?” she very nearly begged.

“What were you doing?”

“I was... I mean, I thought...” Chloe stumbled, trying to find her words, “The way we were kissing, I just assumed.”

“I know what you were assuming,” Kyle managed. His head was clearing, but he was desperately fighting against his own body and desires.

He continued, “It can’t happen, not today, not this way. It’s not the right time today.”

“The right time? We’re both ready. We both want this,” Chloe said as she pulled back the covers and climbed on top of Kyle. “What possible reason you could have for stopping me? Don’t you want to play with your own, personal doll?”

Grabbing her, Kyle flipped her, and once on top of her, after another brief kiss, he said the only thing he could think of.

“Oh, I do want to play with you, and trust me. I will. You’re just not ready yet. You’re not the perfect doll that you could be, that I want you to be.”

For Kyle, it was merely a playful, harmless remark designed to drive Chloe into even more of a frenzy. He could already feel her squirming beneath her, and she had only just cum moments before.

However for Chloe, Kyle’s word was absolute. She could hear his tone. She could tell that he wanted her to think that he didn’t mean it, but it still resonated with her. She was a doll, and she should be a perfect doll, Kyle’s perfect doll. Then, he would certainly play with her. Still, she decided it was best to respond in kind.

Looking up at him, still held down by him, she put on her best seductive grin.

She replied, “How do you want me?”

Kyle rolled off the bed and moved to the chair near the bed. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, and then, seeing his smile, Chloe knew that he had a plan.

“Well, let’s think. What the most common thing that you know of someone doing with a doll?”

“The most common?” Chloe said as she sat up, “I don’t know. I guess little girls playing dress-up with them, posing them, that sort of thing.”

“That’s right,” Kyle answered. “Little girls love to dress up their dolls in all sorts of outfits, and I think I’ll enjoy doing the same with you.”

Chloe was only slightly shocked by his statement, but she was more shocked by her own response.

“Are you telling me that you actually want to put clothes on me?” she asked, glancing from her nude body to Kyle and back again.

“Well, I do enjoy the view, but I don’t want to actually dress you. I’ll just decide what you’ll wear each day. I think you can still dress yourself just fine at this point.”

“I don’t know, Kyle. You are a guy. Are you...”

Chloe trailed off when she saw the look on Kyle’s face. He wasn’t happy.

“Chloe, do you obey me?”

“Yes, of course I do.”

“Do you want to obey me?”

“You know I do, Kyle.”

“Will you trust me to obey anything I command?”

“Anything,” Chloe responded breathlessly.

“And I just told you that I will decide what you’ll wear from now on. Does it matter if you think I’ll do a good job?”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I have to, I want to obey you. I don’t care about the rest,” her arousal boiling over.

“Good girl.”

Kyle’s smile returned. He got up from the chair and walked to his nightstand. He pulled a list and a check out and handed them to Chloe.

“That is your rent check for this month. I’m giving it back to you. This,” he continued gesturing at the other piece of paper, “is a list of outfits that I want you to pick up today.”

“Outfits?” Chloe asked as she squirmed, glancing at the list but seeing little more than different types of lingerie.

“Leave it alone, Chloe,” Kyle said as he looked around the room. “Where’s your robe this morning?”

“I needed to be down here so badly that I kind of forgot it.”

“Forgot it? And just how do you think you’re going to get back upstairs without it?”

Chloe blushed.

“Umm... I thought maybe you’d have an idea. I wasn’t really thinking straight when I came down here.”

Kyle let out a laugh.

“I can tell. Let me take a look.”

Kyle pulled on a shirt and shorts, opened the cracked door, walked out, closing the door behind him. Apparently, Chloe hadn’t even managed to get the door closed this morning. He went in the kitchen first. Then, he listened. There wasn’t a sound throughout the house. He went upstairs. Sarah’s door was wide open, but there wasn’t a sign of her. Feeling slightly lucky, Kyle quickly made his way back to his bedroom.

Chloe had a puzzled look on her face as he walked in.

“Didn’t you get my robe?”

“No, it turns out that Sarah is already gone, so I thought that you could just go back up to your room, just as you are. You came down here that way. It seems only fair,” Kyle finished with a mischevious smile.

Chloe expected to feel anger, embarrassment, resentment, but all she felt was another rush of arousal. Kyle was playing with her, making her do things. This wasn’t the way it should be. Chloe knew that, but she couldn’t fight it.

“Fine, but can I make one request?” Chloe said.

“Go ahead.”

“Can I finger myself again when I get back to my room, or do you want me to do it here and now for you?”

“You can finger yourself in your room, but I want to be able to hear it.”

Chloe’s blush deepened, “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

Chloe tried to keep herself from running up the stairs. Again it struck her, she didn’t want to run out of embarrassment or fear of being caught. She wanted to finger herself that badly. She had to cum and soon.

Once Chloe was gone, Kyle began his daily routine, and in no time, he heard a shriek that could only have come from Chloe.

By the time Chloe recovered from her second orgasm of the day and cleaned up for her shopping trip, it was well after 9 a.m. She wandered down to Kyle’s room, but he was already gone. It was no use. She’d just have to wait until this afternoon for more. In the meantime, she had her orders.

Chloe quickly pulled the list out of her purse once again. She began a quick rundown in her mind of the stores that she’d have to visit to find these things. She wondered if Kyle was even sure that she could find these different “outfits.” Most of the descriptions were vague enough that she could probably find something close enough to work, so Chloe headed to the mall.

She spent the whole day shopping, stopping only once in a dressing room to call Kyle and chant and finger herself for him that afternoon. Finally, after a visit to 3 stores’ lingerie sections, a lingerie store, an adult shop, and a costume shop, Chloe had everything on the list. The only item left was a digital camera. To get the one that she wanted, she had to spend a little more than she had left out of her rent check, but she was more than willing to pay it.

By the time she got home, Kyle and Sarah had both been back for a little while, and Kyle was working on supper.

Chloe spent the evening on what she knew would be her next project. Before and after supper, she took out every outfit in her closet. She did photos of her in individual pieces and in all of the combinations that she thought would look good, some that she had never been daring enough to try in public. Still, she wanted Kyle to have every possible combo. She just hoped that he wouldn’t get too creative. A doll loves to be dressed up, but a doll still should look good, to be shown off for its...

The thought froze in Chloe’s mind. It was true that a doll was a piece of property. It was something that was owned. She’d never known of a doll that wasn’t owned, and she was a doll now. Did that mean that she was owned? That Kyle owned her?

It was a little much to take in, but it all seemed to fit. Kyle’s control. His desire to make her into a perfect doll. Obviously, this was something that he wanted her to discover on her own. What other reason could he have for not mentioning this sooner? He was testing her. She could still remember the passion between them this morning. There was only one way to fully experience that.

As she considered this, she heard a knock at her door. She opened it to find Kyle standing outside.

“What are you doing up here? I thought you didn’t want anyone to know about this!” Chloe said, barely above a whisper.

“Calm down. Sarah’s engrossed in TV, and remember, the guys are away for another 48 hours. We have plenty of privacy to have a little fun.”

Chloe backed up and let Kyle in, closing the door behind him.

“What kind of fun did you have in mind, Kyle?” Chloe asked with a seductive grin, as she sat down on her bed.

Kyle simply wandered around her room. This was the first time he’d had to get a good look at it. It fit Chloe. It seemed like everyone’s idea of how a 20 year-old would decorate her room, but you could tell that it all seemed artificial somehow like it was just a front for something else. It fit how she looked at the moment. She was dressed very casually, but unless he was mistaken, Chloe, at the very least, wasn’t wearing a bra. Then again, maybe it was all just Kyle’s imagination.

“No, we talked about that kind of fun,” Kyle said, finally, “I thought we might dress you up and see what some of your new outfits can do.”

“My new outfits?” Chloe shot Kyle a quizzical look. “What’s so special about skimpy lingerie?”

“Other than I enjoy seeing you in it?”

“Yes, other than that.”

“Well,” Kyle answered, “What happens when you dress up a Barbie doll in her flight attendant’s outfit?”

“Well, she’s a flight attendant then, I guess...”

“That’s right, my Wind-up Barbie.”

Chloe ‘s face went blank as she collapsed back onto the bed, waiting for Kyle to put thoughts into her mind.

“Chloe, get out the black bra and panties with the white lace trim and the pale blue bra and panty set that I had you buy, and lay them on the bed.”

As Chloe rose, someone watching might only think that she was distracted, that her mind was somewhere else, which wouldn’t have been entirely untrue. With a fluid grace that Chloe didn’t normally possess, she glided to the bags that she had stored her purchases in for now.

Once she had laid them out on the bed, she sat back down on the bed.

Kyle picked up the first outfit, the pale blue bra and panty set. It was the first one that came to mind when he started drawing up a list. In a way, it only made sense. Handing it to her, he began going through the script he had been working on in his head all day.

“Chloe, this is your Schoolgirl Barbie outfit. Whenever you hear me and only me say ‘Schoolgirl Barbie,’ you will feel yourself change. If you are alone or with only me, you immediately strip out of whatever you are wearing and change into only this bra and panty set. If we are in this house but not alone, you’ll slip away, put these on under what you’re wearing if possible, and come back. If we are in public or away from your special outfits, you won’t be able to put on your outfit, but you’ll still feel the other changes that I’m going to describe to you in just a moment. Do you understand all this so far?”

“Alone, strip and change into outfit only. Not alone but at home, slip away and change into outfit under my clothes. Away from my outfits, do nothing but change as you’re going to tell me. Yes, I understand.”

Kyle had her go through that a few more times to make sure that it would stick. Then, he continued.

“Now, anytime I say ‘Schoolgirl Barbie,’ whether you are able to put on your outfit or not, your personality will immediately change. Just like when you dress up a Barbie doll. You’ll become Schoolgirl Barbie. Of course, you will be my doll. Your obedience will still be absolute, even more unconditional than it is now, but your focus will be schoolwork. It will excite and arouse you as much as anything does now. Studying, homework, and tests will become your hobbies, your habits, your life’s blood. Does this make sense to you?”

“Yes, I will be your doll.”

“Wonderful, and you’ll stay as my doll, until I say, ‘Playtime’s over, Chloe.’ When you hear me say that, your personality will shift back, and you’ll change back into what you had on before. Again, if people are around you’ll slip away to your room. If you weren’t able to change into your outfit, only your personality will change. Is that clear?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Good girl. As before, you’ll obey everything that I’ve told you, but you won’t remember any of this consciously. Will you obey?”

“Yes, I obey.”

“Then, when I say your name, you’ll begin to think clearly again, and we’ll resume our conversation. So, Chloe, what do you think these outfits are?”

Chloe shook herself a little as her head cleared, and then, she turned to see the outfits that had seemingly appeared out of thin air.

She looked first at the black bra and panty set. It was black lace, with a white frilly trim. It would do little to hide anything.

“I – I’m not sure. I guess that black and white number is probably your twisted version of a maid’s outfit.”

Then her eyes were drawn to the

“This one, though, I really have no idea. It’s sexy but understated. I don’t know. It’s not really meant to be shown off. This outfit would make me... I don’t know.”

Chloe tried to search Kyle’s face for some clue, but he didn’t even blink.

“Tell me,” Chloe continued. “What is this supposed to do?”

“Why don’t I just show you, Schoolgirl Barbie.”

Chloe blinked, as if she was unsure of what she just heard. She stopped to think for just a moment before her hands moved to the t-shirt that she was wearing. She quickly pulled it off. Her jeans hit the floor moments later confirming that she had gone sans-underwear for her little shopping trip.

It took her only a moment to pull on the bra and slide the panties up her legs. Then, she was all at once herself again, only somehow different.

Chloe began to speak as she looked down at herself, “What just happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I was just dressed, and then a second later, I’m in this. I also have the strangest urge to study, but thinking about studying is turning me on for some reason... Would you have anything to do with that?”

“Oh, I don’t,” Kyle smirked. “I might have a few tricks up my sleeve. Besides, I figured the first outfit should be as beneficial for you as it was a turn on for both of us. Don’t you agree? And you were wrong. I think I’ll enjoy seeing you study like this. Now, any work that you need to do for a little while to enjoy this?”

Chloe stuck her tongue out at Kyle.

“Well, I had a paper that I have been putting off. I was planning to do it next weekend, but I feel like I really should go ahead and put a little work into it now. Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” Kyle replied. “I’ll come back in an hour, and then, we can try that other outfit that you have out, sound good?”

But Chloe had already turned to dig into her pile of books to find the assignment. Before Kyle was out the door, Chloe was reading, writing notes on what she was reading, and casually fondling a breast, all at the same time. It was a most unique sight.

Kyle went and checked on Sarah, went to his room, and watched some TV on his own set. It was hard to wait, but Kyle wanted to let Chloe enjoy this first taste.

It was an hour of pure bliss for Chloe. She felt everything click in her mind. In one hour, she made more progress on that paper than she ever had on any other in the same amount of time. It wasn’t just about the ease of doing the work. It was the way that it made her feel. She felt as if she were showing off somehow. It wasn’t just that she was doing homework in lingerie. It was something else something about doing the work that made her feel... Was it even possible to feel such an extreme arousal but not need to cum? to feel so sexy but with no need to flaunt it, as if it weren’t that important? to feel more comfortable with herself with who she was than ever before? All at the same time? It was this strange and seemingly impossible mix of feelings that were driving Chloe.

Where her punishment seemed to last for an eternity, an hour passed before Chloe was ready for it to end. She wanted more, but she couldn’t deny the knock at her door.

She cracked the door and peeked out. It was Kyle. More than ever before, Chloe was aware of him, of his presence. He seemed different somehow. It wasn’t his appearance, or the way that he carried himself. Chloe quickly realized that it wasn’t him. It was the way that she was seeing him. He was her owner. She was his. Chloe was unimportant. She didn’t exist right now. Schoolgirl Barbie did, and she was Kyle’s, his property, his doll. Of course, this little revelation did nothing to help her arousal. Though, she was still in control. She would only cum if Kyle wanted her to. Chloe’s needs and desires were fading.

Kyle could see something in Chloe’s eyes, but it was hard to make out. He could tell from the points pressing against her bra that she was aroused, and from the papers strewn out on her desk, he could tell that she had been hard at work at the same time. It seemed that her first outfit was a success.

“Well, it looks like you’ve enjoyed the past hour, Chloe.”

It felt strange to hear Kyle say her name while she was in her outfit. Was it really her name? It seemed wrong somehow.

“I very much did. I’ve gotten too far behind in my studies, and I really need to catch up.”

“Well, that will have to wait. Playtime’s over, Chloe.”

Chloe responded more quickly this time, barely pausing before standing up and removing her lingerie, and in no time, the clothes that she had been wearing were back on. Chloe could only stand there in shocked as everything seemed to flood back to her. It was only now that she was herself that... no, that wasn’t right. Schoolgirl Barbie had seemed as much herself as Chloe did, even more real in some ways. It was only now that she was “Chloe” again that her arousal began to overwhelm her, and as her arousal surfaced, the questions that she had been thinking about all day surfaced in her mind as well.

“Um, Kyle? What just happened? How did you...?”

And so Kyle gave a brief summary of how her mantra had affected her. He didn’t tell her everything, but he told her what he thought she should hear. He wasn’t completely sure how she’d react, but he knew that he’d pushed too far to just pass it off as her fantasy anymore.

Chloe didn’t seem angry or even really shocked. She was smiling and maybe just a little shocked.

“Hypnosis. Wow. I mean I‘ve been curious about it before, but I didn’t think it would work like this. I don’t even remember it happening.”

She could see Kyle was having a hard time understanding what she was trying to get across, so she continued, “I did enjoy this Kyle. It’s just a lot to take in. That you could make me into the doll that I want to be, really make me think and act that way. It just takes a second, but the obedience, how this all started, that wasn’t... was it?”

“No, Chloe. That was just the chanting. You know everything that happened up until just after your punishment. Then, I only tweaked things to help along the process, help you enjoy it more, give you something more to obey than just fingering yourself.”

“Wow,” Chloe sat down on the bed and laid back. “You do know that I could start fingering and chanting right now and cum. Hmph. I probably wouldn’t even have to finger myself or chant. A word from you, and I could cum right now, couldn’t I?”

“I suppose if you were obedient enough that it would work.”

“I am obedient. I’m completely obedient. I’m yours. You’re my... owner.”

Saying it was freeing for Chloe as if she’d finally spoken aloud something that both knew but were afraid to voice.

It was Kyle’s turn to be shocked. He found the chair at her desk to sit in. If he kept standing, he feared that he would collapse. What Chloe had just said, it was something that he had thought about, planned on working toward in some future that didn’t seem all that real until now, but for her to accept it so easily... Kyle felt the rush of control, and he couldn’t deny that he liked it. Everything seemed to be working out even better than he’d hoped.

“Your owner. How did you come up with that?” Kyle asked cautiously.

“It came to me when I was working on this.”

Chloe went over and retrieved the memory card from her new camera.

“I knew this was the reason you had me get this. You wanted a record of all my outfits so you could pick them out. You want to control what I wear, and I will admit that I want that too. I was thinking about how a doll loves to be dressed up and shown off. Shown off for its owner. A doll is just property. It’s owned, and if I’m a doll, if I’m your doll, then you own me, don’t you?”

Kyle took the memory card in his hand, unsure of what to do next, as she leaned back again on her bed, displaying herself for her owner.

“Is this all of your outfits, lingerie included?”

“Well, most of my underwear now wouldn’t be considered lingerie, but I put a photo of at least one of even the plain ones that all look the same. I did some combinations to help you out,” not wanting to make Kyle mad, she quickly continued, “but you don’t have to use them. I just wanted to give you some options so that I could look my best for you.”

“Well, I appreciate that Chloe, but if I decided to send you out in a horrible outfit or just in your bra and panties?”

“I’d obey without question.”

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do for me now?”

“No, I know that you said I would always have a choice, but I’ve made my choice. I’m your doll. You own me. Anything you want me to do has to be right.”

Kyle smiled. This would be fun.

“Good girl, and are you ready for your next outfit?”

“Oh, yes! I forgot. Is it a maid’s outfit? Will I have a cute little French accent?”

“Maid, yes. Accent, no. That was just never my thing. Besides, do you even speak any French?”

“No, I took it in high school, but I might remember how to say ‘1, 2, 3’ if you really wanted me to.”

“Then, we will definitely do without the accent, my Wind-up Barbie.”

Chloe’s arms went limp, and she dropped back flat on the bed.

“Chloe, pick up your new Maid Barbie outfit.” She reached back and held it in her hand, resting it on her stomach.

“Good girl, anytime you hear me and only me say ‘Maid Barbie,’ you will change into this outfit. The same rules will apply for putting on your outfit as did with your student outfit, do you remember those?”

“Yes, I remember. I will follow the rules.”

“Very good. The difference will be in your personality. The student doll cared only about studying, about schoolwork. Maid Barbie cares only about serving. She is my servant and is completely submissive to me. Cooking, cleaning, housework, and absolute obedience are her desires, her turn-ons. All of this will be second-nature for Maid Barbie, do you understand?”

“Yes, I do.”

As before, Kyle repeated each set of commands a few times to make sure they would stick.

“And just as with your student outfit, when I say ‘Playtime’s over, Chloe,’ you’ll change back into your previous outfit and back into Chloe. In just a moment, I’ll say your name again, and you’ll start thinking normally again. This time, however, while you won’t remember anything that’s happened, you’ll know that something did, something you can’t remember.”

“Alright, Chloe,” Kyle continued, “do you want to try your maid outfit now?”

This time Chloe seemed to take an extra second to come back to herself.

“Hmm?” she mumbled. “Did you just? Something happened.”

Kyle just smiled.

“Oh right, my outfit. Yes, I want to try it out. Do I just put it on or do you?” she said with a hopeful grin.

Kyle laughed, “You do, Maid Barbie.”

Instantly, Chloe stood up. She pulled her clothes off, put on the lingerie. This time, though, once her outfit was on, she barely felt like Chloe anymore. She barely felt like a person. She was a servant. She was a doll. Without a word, Maid Barbie kneeled.

“Chloe, look at your room. Is it clean?”

Maid Barbie was curious at her Owner’s words. She was certain that he was speaking to her, but the name seemed unfamiliar. Still, if that is what her Owner wished to call her, she had no choice but to allow it.

“No, Sir. This room is very messy. I haven’t done a good enough job keeping it clean.”

“I’m going to leave and give you an hour to work on it. If you manage to finish before the hour’s up, there’s an assignment on that desk. It’s a paper of some kind. Do what you can to work on it. Do you have any questions about your orders?”

“None, Sir. I will obey.”

“Good girl, then I’ll be back in an hour,” Kyle said as he left the room once again.

Maid Barbie was much different than Student Barbie. Maid Barbie was professional, detached. Where Student Barbie had found bliss in her work, Maid Barbie’s purpose was to serve. Pleasure didn’t matter. She could feel it. A part of her did even enjoy it, but it was irrelevant. Only obedience mattered.

Maid Barbie quickly set out to accomplish her task. It wouldn’t be fair to say the room was messy. It was simply cluttered, lived in. A small amount of picking up and some organizing made the room seem much cleaner. Maid Barbie dug through the closet until she found an old shirt. It was in such a condition that she was sure that this room’s occupant wouldn’t mind. She set to work dusting and doing a final cleaning. Then, she looked at the assignment that her Owner had charged her with working on next. Even here, there was a little clutter. Maid Barbie organized the notes better, made an outline of the important points that the paper should cover, even managed to get a little over a page typed before she heard a knock on the door.

Maid Barbie knew that no one but her Owner should see her in this outfit, so she carefully peeked out the door as she opened it to make sure that it was only him. After assuring herself that it was, she allowed her Owner inside. As soon as he stepped inside, Maid Barbie resumed her kneeling position.

“Ok, playtime’s over, Chloe.”

Chloe stood up and slipped out of her lingerie. She really just wanted to stay nude, but she couldn’t fight the urge to get redressed as she had been before the change. After she had dressed, she caught herself almost resuming the kneeling position. Maid Barbie’s personality, her submission, the absolute acceptance of her dollness, was something that lingered with Chloe. She could still feel it trying to push away the phony personality that had taken over. She slightly staggered before she finally sat down on the bed.

“So how did you enjoy that one?” Kyle asked. He could tell that she was still a little out of it, but it was probably just doing both outfits in the same night. He guessed that he would need to space them out a little more. Of course, he’d just play with these two for now. He’d give her some time to adjust before he did anymore.

“It was... intense. Her obedience was amazing. I just thought I was obedient, and she really seemed to get the whole doll thing in a way that I haven’t, even in a way that the student didn’t seem to.”

Kyle was interested in her answer, so he pushed a little more, “So would you say this one was your favorite?”

“My favorite? I don’t know. The student’s focus was incredible. I definitely want to be her again, and she felt pleasure in a way that the maid can’t, but like I said, the maid’s intensity felt like it could just swallow me up. I still feel a little off somehow.”

“I’m sure it’s just going to take some getting used to, Chloe. Though, why are you talking about being dressed up in the outfits as if they were different people?”

“I’m not really sure. They just didn’t feel like me. When you called me Chloe after I had the maid outfit on, it just didn’t seem right. I wasn’t Chloe. I was Maid Barbie. I really don’t even know where that name came from, unless you had something to do with it. It was odd.”

Kyle wasn’t sure what to make of that last part, but it didn’t matter. She was coming along nicely, and he’d enjoy playing with her new outfits. Chloe’s grades would improve along with keeping her area of the house nice and tidy and improving her cooking skills. The next couple of months would be enjoyable.

Next, Kyle had Chloe strip and finger herself for him while she chanted as usual. As she did, Kyle looked through her closet. He pulled out a sundress. Chloe knew that it would be too cold to be out for long in that, but she hoped that maybe he would keep her busy indoors. The possibilities of how he might keep her busy and the memories of what had happened that night, pushed Chloe over the edge. Kyle was about to leave when he told her that she wasn’t allowed to wear anything else until the next day. She was about to ask about going to the bathroom to clean up, but Kyle was already walking out the door. She didn’t stop him. Instead, she stuck her head out of the door, and not seeing anyone made a run for the bathroom.

The rest of the weekend was very enjoyable for both of them. Chloe practically begged Kyle to let her spend the remainder of their long weekend in one or the other of her outfits. Kyle let her spend most of Saturday as Student Barbie. She finished up all the outstanding assignments she had, made study guides for each class, and spent an hour highlighting important passages in three of her books. Kyle changed her back before supper. He had smuggled a little lunch up to her, so she could stay in only her bra and panty set and stay focused on her work.

Chloe’s evening after that was rather dull in comparison. She sat watching TV while her mind was really fixated on becoming a better doll. To Chloe, she was quickly becoming the act. She was playing at being a girl, but she knew that she was only a doll. Dolls didn’t have personalities like Chloe did. Dolls didn’t make decisions. Dolls were played with.

The next day proved this all the more. Sarah disappeared again, as she seemed to do more and more recently, but Kyle and Chloe didn’t care. Maid Barbie got to come out and play again. She cleaned the whole house this time. Her Owner had her put on something over her own uniform when she wasn’t in his office, his bedroom, or that bedroom she had cleaned the other night. Then, as soon as her Owner could after one of this residence’s occupants returned, Kyle brought back Chloe, but as before, it was all the more evident that Chloe shouldn’t exist. Chloe had a real girl’s personality, but she knew that she was only a doll.

She thought back to her mantra. Kyle said that repeating it had conditioned her, made her want to obey. She couldn’t change the mantra Kyle gave her, but she could add one of her own for when Kyle wasn’t around. She didn’t want him to see how hard it was for her to become his perfect doll. She didn’t want him to know how undoll-like her own, stupid personality was. She thought it through, and the only mantra that seemed to fit was the one that she chose.

After that, at almost any time, you could hear Chloe mumbling, “Not a girl, just a doll.”

Each night, Kyle would pick out Chloe’s clothes for the next day. Since everyone was back, Kyle never made it back up to Chloe’s room, but thanks to the pictures that Chloe had taken, he had more than enough to work with.

Each morning, when Chloe finished chanting, she would beg Kyle to let her be Schoolgirl Barbie for the day. Classes were easier, and she felt more attentive, more comfortable in class as Schoolgirl Barbie. Kyle was a little hesitant at first but decided that this was the point of giving her that outfit in the first place. He allowed it, and Schoolgirl Barbie’s grades soared far above what Chloe had been able to do.

At the house, Kyle had managed to tell everyone that Chloe needed extra money, so she had agreed to do some housework in exchange for a break on the rent. Kyle didn’t give Chloe a break on the rent, but it gave Chloe an excuse to be Maid Barbie around the house. Within one week, Chloe had already begun spending most of her time as a doll, not as Chloe, and this was just the way she wanted it.

Kyle was having the time of his life being in charge, playing with Chloe. It was a dream come true, but the dream was starting to slip away.

Kyle first noticed problems a couple of weeks later on Friday evening. He had given Maid Barbie orders to do everyone’s laundry for the week. He hadn’t thought anything of it until Mark went in with a shirt that hadn’t made it into his dirty clothes basket. He called Chloe’s name three times, finally tapping her on the shoulder before she turned around. According to Mark, she wasn’t friendly when she finally did. In fact, she acted as if she didn’t even know him. Over the weekend, he got similar complaints from Sarah and Sam of Chloe seeming distant, though it seemed a stretch to Kyle for Sarah to complain that anyone was distant.

Kyle finally decided that Chloe must have spent a little too much time as a doll that week. Afraid that he might actually be causing a problem, he changed her back to Chloe. Only, she still seemed different. She wasn’t the same happy girl that moved in.

For the next two weeks, Chloe pleaded with Kyle to let her wear her outfits again, but he wouldn’t allow it. Chloe saw it as a punishment for not being good enough as a doll. She redoubled her efforts on her own secret mantra. She consciously began pushing her “real” personality further and further away. She became more withdrawn at home. She said very little to anyone except Kyle. Chloe seemed to constantly look to him for direction.

Kyle did keep picking out her clothes each night, and Chloe continued fingering and chanting for Kyle three times a day, but even that seemed to be more routine than the flirtatious, semi-seductive performance that she had done for Kyle before. She did manage to go to her classes even if her attention seemed to be elsewhere.

During the third week, with Thanksgiving quickly approaching, she went to her Monday and Tuesday classes, but by Wednesday, she was nearly unresponsive. She just sat in her room, waiting for orders, waiting to be played with.

Wednesday evening, Kyle went to Chloe’s room to try to talk to her. He was beginning to get worried. He knew everyone would know that he went to her room. He just hoped that they would see a concerned landlord, not a... What was he? A concerned owner looking after his property? Or something more?

He knocked on the door. No response.

Kyle opened the door and went in. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn’t what he found. Chloe was sitting on her bed facing the door, nude, legs spread wide, and a smile on her face. Everything about her was normal except her eyes. Her eyes seemed empty.

“Chloe?”

No response. She just sat there with that smile still on her face.

“Can you hear me?”

“Yes, Sir,” Chloe replied.

“Why didn’t you say anything when I said your name?”

“You said my name, Sir?”

“Didn’t you hear me say ‘Chloe’?”

“That’s my name?”

“What did you think it was?” Kyle asked, getting more worried by the second.

“I didn’t know that I have a name, Sir. I’m not a girl, just a doll. Chloe is a girl’s name.”

Kyle was finally starting to see what was happening.

“Wind-up Barbie. What are you thinking, Chloe?”

“Nothing, Sir.”

“And when you’re like this, you can’t think, you only listen and obey, don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir. I listen and obey.”

“In just a moment, I’m going to say your name. I’m going to say ‘Chloe.’ When I do, you’re going to seel yourself become Chloe again, just as you’ve always been. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Chloe, are you feeling a little more like yourself now?”

“Kyle? What’s going on? I was...”

Kyle was overjoyed as she seemed to be coming out it, but just as she seemed to awaken from whatever was happening to her, it was as if she remembered something. Whatever she remembered, a moment later, her voice trailed off, her eyes dimmed and were as empty as before.

“Chloe?”

Chloe just sat there as her smile slowly returned.

“Chloe!!” Kyle said a bit too loudly.

He shook her. He couldn’t seem to get any kind of response.

Something had happened. Something had gone wrong. Kyle knew that somehow this was his fault. In trying to live out his own fantasies, he had taken something from Chloe, something that no one should ever be allowed to take. She was a doll now. The girl that she had been seemed to be gone. Was it gone forever?

Kyle knew that he had to buy himself some time to fix this. He knew that this could be fixed. It wasn’t magic, just conditioning, hypnosis. He had meddled with her mind. He could fix it. Until then, he had to at least keep Chloe on her normal routine.

“Student Barbie. Put on your outfit and understand that you will respond to the name Chloe.”

The doll nodded and got up to retrieve her outfit. As she put it on, Student Barbie realized to her shame that she had missed classes today. The smile left her face.

“Is that better, Chloe?”

“Well, I missed classes today which is unacceptable, and I have work to do for tomorrow, Sir. Still,” she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “thank you for deciding to play with me. Is there anything you want before I start on my homework and studying?”

“Yeah, Sarah and the guys are a little worried about you. Dinner’s in a few minutes. Do you feel up to eating down there?”

“Anything for you, Sir. Um... Who are Sarah and the guys? Are they some more of your dolls?”

Kyle rolled his eyes. He hoped this would be enough.

“They live here. Be friendly. And no calling me ‘Sir’ in front of other people. Got it?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Someone will let you know when it’s time to eat. And what name do you go by?”

“Chloe.”

“That’s going to have to do. Ok, get to work.”

And with that Chloe sat down at her desk and started pulling out books, paper, and pencils. Kyle couldn’t shake this guilt that he was feeling. He tried to stay with the fact that he was sure that there was a way to fix this, but it wasn’t that she was broken. It was that he had done this to...

He had done this to... He couldn’t find the words, or maybe, he just couldn’t accept the words that were trying to come out. He looked back at Chloe as she sat there working away.

Dinner that night went well, but Chloe was so much more dependent on Kyle.

Kyle had to walk her through each day. Every morning, Kyle would change her into Student Barbie. He would send her to school with as many direct orders as he could. She would respond to the name Chloe. She would follow the schedule in her backpack. She would participate a little in every class. She would go nowhere but to her classes and the bathroom as needed. She wouldn’t talk to anyone or go with anyone outside of class. When her classes were done for the day, she was to come straight back to the house.

Kyle began keeping a list. It didn’t take long for it to become a very long list.

So it was no surprise that Kyle had very little to be thankful for at Thanksgiving. He should have had plenty. Life had been so good. It was even better once the college kids moved in. Out of nowhere, the memory of meeting Chloe came to mind. It wasn’t anything special. He hadn’t realized what she would mean to him. Even when he caught her that night, when he toyed with her the next day, he had no idea what would happen. Then, she was a part of his life. For a few glorious weeks, everything had been even better, but Kyle’s own fantasy was ruining it all.

Thanksgiving morning wasn’t spent in preparation for the big house dinner that they had all planned. It was spent with Chloe in his room working, once again, to fix his mistake. He spent a couple of hours trying different combinations of commands, hypnotic suggestions, mantras, but nothing seemed to work. Finally, knowing that he needed to get started on the meal, Kyle called out Maid Barbie, and they set their efforts to the task at hand.

Dinner was obvious. Kyle had been so distraught from another failed attempt to bring Chloe back, that he had barely taken the time to have Chloe respond to her own name as Maid Barbie. She was distant, and more than once, she made a move to kneel next to Kyle. He tried to downplay it, but it was plain to everyone that something was going on. They knew that Kyle had done something. They could see the guilt on his face, but Kyle was the only one who truly understood the depth of his guilt.

“Still,” he thought, “at least the secret is out now. I don’t have to pretend anymore.”

And he didn’t. Kyle still went about his own daily routine, and he made sure that Chloe’s class attendance and grades didn’t falter in the slightest. Every minute that wasn’t spent keeping their own lives from falling apart, though, was spent in Kyle’s room. From the moment Thanksgiving dinner ended, Kyle had a singular mission. He was going to bring back Chloe. He was going to fix his mistake, whatever it took.

Whatever it took... He was beginning to come to grips with that. He knew how this was likely to end. He knew that Sarah, Sam, and Mark knew that something was up. It was only a matter of time before they started to nose around and find out what the problem was, and if they did, they would most likely call the police. That had no chance of ending well for Kyle. He’d lose everything, including Chloe. Still, with some counseling, going back to her family, to her home, she might recover from whatever was happening to her. Kyle was beginning to approach panic as the holiday break neared.

He couldn’t send Chloe home. Not like she was now. He did the only thing he could. Maid Barbie made the call home. Because of Kyle’s orders, she was even more detached than normal. It was a shock to her parents. She told them that there was a guy, a new romance and that she would spend Christmas with him.

It had been a dream of Kyle’s lately, mixing in with all the nightmares that seemed to becoming more real by the day. It was insane to think about now, but it did make for a believable lie. He could only hope that when all of this was over that he would be able to make it up to her somehow and that she would be able to make it up to her parents.

On and on, idea after idea, everything he tried, nothing worked. Chloe seemed to be lost in this. Finally, the guys called him on it. Chloe was lying naked on his bed when he heard the knock on his door. He had her slip into his closet. He would have felt bad, but as usual, it seemed that Chloe wasn’t really aware that she was in his room. Being in his closet wouldn’t bother her.

He opened the door. Mark spoke first.

“Kyle, where’s Chloe?”

Trying to avoid any direct answers, Kyle replied, “Why do you want to know?”

“We both already know. We want to know why,” Mark interjected.

“Is this going to be a problem?” Kyle asked, still trying to evade.

“We think that it already is. We’re leaving tomorrow for break. Tomorrow morning all three of us want to sit down to talk about this. We’re not sure that we’re going to be living here next term,” Mark replied.

“Tomorrow morning,” Mark continued, “you had better have some good answers. Otherwise, us moving out may be the least of your worries.”

With that, they both turned around and walked away. Kyle sat down on his bed. He was moments away from a breakdown. There was a noise. Was it from the closet? No, it was outside his door. There was a shadow. Then, it was gone without a sound. Or was it even ever really there?

Kyle knew that it was all over. He sent Chloe back to her room, and he turned in early. Tomorrow would be a long enough day. He didn’t need to start off the day tired.

However, sleep didn’t come easy, and once it did, unsettling dreams filled his thoughts.

Jail time.

Chloe’s blank smile.

Chloe with a wind-up key in her back.

The vicious glares from Chloe’s parents.

Gone were the happy dreams of control and fantasy. Kyle was left with only nightmares.

Even the one where he was fucking a mindless Chloe brought him only physical pleasure, but it seemed so real. He could feel her body heat. He could almost hear her moans of pleasure. The arousal was building inside him. It was so real. Kyle’s eyes shot open.

It was real, but as he looked up, it wasn’t Chloe’s lovely brown hair and hazel eyes he saw. It was someone else. Someone he knew, but he still wasn’t entirely awake.

Finally, he saw her. Then, he came. His orgasm seemed to push her over the edge. She pulled him into a passionate kiss until the pleasure subsided. She sat back up giving Kyle a full view of the naked beauty before him.

Kyle was too stunned to speak.

Sarah finally leaned back down and whispered in Kyle’s ear.

“I know what you’re doing to Chloe, and I want you to do the same to me.”
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Covert Hypnotist writes "Chapter 2
Kyle’s week had been a long one. Work was fine. His home life was better than he could ever remember it being, but things had changed. Somehow, Chloe had become totally devoted to him. Well, he actually knew how it had happened, but he was still dealing with his own conscience and the new responsibility of his words and actions not only affecting him but also Chloe. It was a lot different than the few stories that he’d read about something like this.

Take now, for example, like she had been doing every night, Chloe was laying on Kyle’s bed. Her legs were spread wide. She couldn’t hide anything, but it was obvious that she wasn’t trying to. She didn’t want to hide anything. She was fingering herself. From the smile on her face, it was clear that she was feeling the pleasure of the moment, and she was chanting.

“I obey everything you say.”
“I obey everything you say.”
“I obey everything you say.”
“I obey everything you say.”
“I obey everything you say.”
That was how Kyle had conditioned her. He hadn’t meant to do it, but he’d done it. She’d helped him prepare lunch for his boss a week before. Then once lunch was prepared, she went out for a while. After Kyle’s boss had left, he’d sat down trying to work, but his mind kept drifting back to Chloe. She’d even said that in some way she knew that she was just using all of this as an excuse to live out a fantasy, but what fantasy?

When she came back a couple of hours later, Sam was in the living room. Chloe motioned for Kyle to follow her to his bedroom. Apparently, she wanted to talk as much as he did.

She’d only been in his room twice before, but as Chloe walked in, she felt uncomfortable. It wasn’t the fact that she was in Kyle’s room. She wasn’t even uncomfortable with what she’d done in here just a few hours ago. To be honest, she was uncomfortable in her clothing. She wouldn’t take it off unless Kyle told her to. She didn’t want to seem too easy, but she knew that she was in Kyle’s room. She should be nude. She hoped he’d tell her to strip. She tried to push all of those thoughts out of her mind as she sat down on his bed.

When Kyle walked in, he could see something in Chloe’s eyes. She wanted him to do something. She wanted something, but she wasn’t going to make the first move. Well, he was in control, but could he really take advantage of Chloe like this? It still didn’t feel right. He’d have to be careful. He could give Chloe what she wanted, but he couldn’t confuse that with his own desires.

“So you wanted to talk?” Kyle asked as he sat down on the bed right next to Chloe.

Unconsciously, Chloe leaned up against Kyle. He seemed so strong now, but she could tell he was nervous. He was still unsure about all of this.

“Yes, I wanted to see if we could figure out exactly what’s going on with me, but also, I wanted to make sure that you’re ok with... well... “

She made a sweeping motion over herself, across the bed, and back up her own body. She was trying to hold back the lust she was feeling. Kyle looked at her, sitting on the bed. She was wearing a pink blouse. The blouse was sheer enough to easily tell that she had a bra on beneath it, but it wasn’t so sheer that you could tell much detail other than it was there. She had on a loose, flower print skirt in the same color pink. Kyle couldn’t tell if she had on panties or not.

“All of this.” She finished.

Kyle looked at her. There was no mistake. She wanted this, and he did, too. Still, he wasn’t going to push her.

Kyle moved away slightly.

“Take off your shirt.”

Chloe smiled as she unbuttoned her blouse and let it slide off of her shoulders.

“Thank you. Are you going to stop there?”

Kyle wanted to tell her to simply strip. That was what she wanted after all, but there was a better way.

“No, but you’re going to have to earn it. Tell me why you started chanting like I suggested. Tell me every detail, and when I think you’ve earned it, I’ll stop you and let you take off a piece of clothing.”

Chloe blushed. He was doing it again. She wasn’t sure what he did that made her feel this way, but forcing her to open up to him, stripping her of her clothing, and being so kind about her twisted fantasy was enough to make her horny on the spot.

“Well, I’m not really sure. My whole fantasy started out as more of a game to me. I wanted someone to catch me. I knew I always made a little noise, but I always thought or wanted or something... I assumed that someone upstairs would catch me, not you. Then, you did catch me. I thought you’d use it against me. You could have made me do almost anything to keep you from telling other people. You could have even threatened to throw me out.”

Kyle held up a hand.

“Ok, slide out of that skirt, but you know I couldn’t threaten to throw you out. You all signed leases. You’re stuck here until the end of the year, and I’m stuck with you until the end of the year unless we agree you need to leave.”

Chloe stopped for a moment as she was pulling down her skirt to consider that. It was far enough down it was easy to see the plain white panties that matched her bra, but the waistband of the skirt was still over her thighs.

“Hmm... I guess that’s right, isn’t it?”

She continued pulling down the skirt until it fell around her ankles in the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it away.

“Anyways, the next night, I tried to finger myself to my usual fantasy, but it just wasn’t hot anymore. You’d caught me, and you hadn’t made me do anything. All you had told me was that I should chant. I started out doing it just as a laugh. I didn’t really think it could work, but it made me horny. I was doing it for you.”

Chloe’s hands were already on her bra. She was aching to remove it, but she had to keep going. She had to tell him.

“That was what you had told me to do. You’d told me to finger myself. I started thinking about it like you had some sort of master plan. You were in control right at that moment. You knew that my fantasy would fail somehow and that I’d finger myself chanting as a laugh, but I was hooked. I was hooked from that first moment chanting about you, for you.”

Chloe was openly caressing her breasts. She wanted to cum right then, but first Kyle had to let her out of her clothes.

Kyle was definitely enjoying the show. His own pants were getting a little uncomfortable, but Chloe had more to tell. Still, she was doing a good job, so Kyle held up his hand again. Chloe’s face lit up. She really wanted this. Kyle was amazed at what he’d almost accidentally accomplished.

“Ok,” Kyle said, “You can take off the bra, but keep your hands away from your panties until I say so.”

“Alright.” The disappointment was clear in Chloe’s eyes. He was denying her, but it wasn’t affecting her arousal. Her hands slipped behind her back, undoing the clasp to her bra. She put on her most seductive expression as she slowly slid the cups away from her full breasts. Just as the bra was about to pull away from her tits, she froze.

Chloe stopped, her mind swirling. She’d only stripped for someone like this once before, and it was right before the best sex she could remember, but was Kyle going to fuck her? She was so horny at the moment that she really didn’t care. She’d have fucked anyone if she could just cum, but Kyle wasn’t making any moves toward her. This was all her. What was going on in her mind? Why was this happening?

After what seemed like an eternity that had all happened within a split second, Chloe was back and let her bra fall to the ground. She let her arms down to her side, letting her beautiful tits sway, full and free. It was already the third time in two days that Kyle had seen them, but there was something new this time. This time they both understood that Kyle was in control, and it was a turn on for both of them.

“Keep going. What was your real fantasy?” Kyle urged.

“I wanted to be controlled. I still want to be controlled because I am controlled, by you. I know that I’ll obey anything you say,” Chloe spilled out. She wasn’t even really thinking about what she was saying. She was just trying to please Kyle enough with what she said to get him to let her strip.

“Would you? Anything?” Kyle asked.

“Yes, anything!”

“If I asked you to go and seduce Sarah, right now, upstairs?”

Chloe hesitated. She didn’t want to, but she wanted to obey. She battle raged for a moment, but Chloe knew the answer.

“I – I’d do it.”

“If I asked you to kill someone or yourself?”

Chloe’s arousal was gone. She couldn’t. That was wrong. He wouldn’t tell her to do something like that, would he? This time there was a true battle in her mind. She did want to obey. She had to obey, but she couldn’t kill anyone. She wouldn’t kill herself. She knew that. Both things were true, but which was more true?

Kyle sat back. This was a gamble, but it was a necessary risk. He’d been thinking about this all day. Their eyes were locked as the war raged on for a full minute in Chloe’s mind. Finally, she opened her mouth to answer.

“I... I mean you wouldn’t ask... it’s wrong... but I really want to obey... but it... but...”

Then the indecision in her voice was gone.

“No, I can’t do that. It’s wrong.”

Chloe looked into Kyle’s eyes. She was staring hard, trying to show that she’d made this decision, and it was final.

Kyle just smiled.

“Wonderful, I wouldn’t have expected less.”

Chloe was floored by that statement. “What?!?”

“You were getting a little carried away, even this morning, saying you’d obey everything, no matter what, but remember, this is just you. You’ll only obey as much as you really want to obey. I can’t ‘make’ you do anything. Remember?”

“So that was just a test?”

“Yes, you are free to stop this any time that you want to, but to do that, you have to know and choose to make your own choices, not just agree with the ones I make.”

Chloe was amazed. She was practically throwing herself at him, and Kyle’s first thought was to make sure that she knew she had a way out. She wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come. Cum. Her arousal, however, did return with a vengeance at this stunning revelation.

“Now,” Kyle continued, “I had hoped that you’d stop at seducing Sarah and we wouldn’t have to go to the other question. Is there something you need to tell me? Have you been with a woman before?”

Chloe’s shock and embarrassment were truly complete now. She’d said that without thinking. She shouldn’t have told him, but she had. Now, she had to answer.

“Just once, in high school, with my best friend, we were just playing around, experimenting. I don’t really swing that way. But you asked, and well, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. I could do that for you... if I had to.”

Kyle was speechless this time. In only a few days, she was already pushing past some of her own boundaries just because of her desire to obey. That must have been some fantasy. Kyle wanted to tell her to continue to talking to give himself time to think, but sitting this close to someone almost nude, it was getting a little ‘hard’ for him to think.

So doing the only thing he could come up with, he reached out and held one of her right breast.

For Chloe, the touch was like an electric shock. She had offered no resistance as she saw his hand moving toward her, but when he touched her. She felt it from her head to her toes, and her pussy twitched, then clenched. She orgasmed. She tried to hold it in, but finally, she grabbed one of Kyle’s pillows and nearly screamed into it.

The scream seemed to knock Kyle back to his senses. He very quickly stuck his head out his door. He could hear the TV from here. There wasn’t any way that Sam could have heard anything, but if someone had been in the kitchen. Kyle stuck his head around the corner into the kitchen.

Sarah.

She was fixing a snack.

“Is everything ok?” she asked.

“Yeah, I.. just stubbed my toe. I thought I heard something in here though. Did something break?” Kyle asked, trying to cover up his own little secret now.

“No, could’ve been on the TV. Sam’s got it a little loud,” Sarah said.

She rolled her eyes toward the direction of the living room. Kyle let out a sigh of relief as he returned to his bedroom. That was close. He sat back down next to Chloe, who was finally recovering.

“That... was. amazing. How did that happen? Seriously, that was better than most orgasms that I’ve had during sex.” Chloe’s eyes were bright. She looked exhilarated, not exhausted from that.

“I don’t know. No one heard anything, fortunately, but I guess that we’re definitely going to have to limit the amount of touching I do while people are here, given the effect it has on you.” Kyle grinned.

“I know, but that was amazing. And why not just tell everyone? Sam and Mark wouldn’t mind, and I could always find someone to take Sarah’s place if she wanted out.”

Kyle smiled. She constantly amazed him with how much she truly wanted this.

“I know, but you’re younger than me, almost ten years younger. I’ve given my word to the college that I wouldn’t try anything with any of my tenants. If I back out of it, they might not recommend to anyone else that this is a good place to live.”

“And that would matter why?”

“Well, who told you about this place?”

“One of the people that works with students over housing issues.”

“And if they hadn’t suggested this place?”

“Ok, point taken, but they’re going to find out eventually.”

Chloe started gathering up her clothes.

“You just need to decide if everyone here should find out by accident or find out by choice.”

Chloe was starting to put her bra back on. Kyle held up a hand and flashed Chloe a wicked grin.

“Did I say you could put anything back on?”

“No, but...”

“Right, no buts, and I haven’t seen yours yet. Lose the bra and the panties.”

Chloe dropped the bra and bent at the waist to push her panties to the floor, giving Kyle the perfect view.

The afternoon passed in another wonderful orgasm for Chloe, and life continued on the same for the past week, with Chloe fingering herself in Kyle’s room every morning, afternoon and evening. All the while, she was chanting herself into submission to Kyle.

She was loving it, and the one day that she’d called Kyle to tell him that she had to stay on campus late to finish a project, he’d made her find a secluded bathroom and keep Kyle in the phone on one hand so he could hear her chant while she was working her pussy with her other hand. It wasn’t one of her best orgasm, but it solidified in her mind that Kyle was in charge, and it would take something drastic to change that.

With only those thoughts in her mind, of her chant, her mantra, she came for the third time today. She hadn’t worn anything down to Kyle’s room, so when he said that she could leave, she stood up and walked over to Kyle’s chair to get only her robe. Kyle ran a hand lightly across her breasts as she reached for the robe. Even that light touch was enough to bring her softening nipples back to two proud points.

“Easy,” Chloe reminded him, smiling, “or someone will hear.”

She turned back one last time as she walked out, smiling.

Kyle laid down in his bed smelling the all to familiar scent as he drifted of to a sleep full of dreams. Dreams of his new power over Chloe. Nightmares of the things that could go wrong. He didn’t hear his alarm or the gentle knock at the door that followed.

Chloe stuck her head in Kyle’s door. He was still asleep. What should she do? She didn’t want to wake him up if he wanted to sleep, but she was supposed to finger herself for him, like always. She didn’t have time to wait, though. Mid-terms had started. Actually, they were finishing up. Today was the last day of mid-terms, and then, Chloe got a four-day weekend.

Chloe made a split-second decision. If he hadn’t gotten up already, he wanted to sleep later than usual. He could have told her, but she obeyed him. He didn’t have to tell her anything. Still, she was expected to cum three times a day, so Chloe went back to her room and silently sat on her bed fingering herself as she repeated her mantra over and over in her mind. When she had cum, she got ready and was gone a full thirty minutes before Kyle woke up.

Needless to say, when Kyle woke up, it was not a good morning. He was late for work. Chloe hadn’t shown up to masturbate as they agreed, and his neck was sore from sleeping in a bad position thanks to his fitful sleep. He spent all day at work in a bad mood which made his work a little sloppier than it would have usually been. That got several things sent back for him to redo, which didn’t help his mood any. He had to work later and miss any chance at Chloe fingering herself for him that afternoon, as well. Kyle got in one argument with a co-worker, so by the time he got home that evening, he wasn’t happy.

Kyle wasn’t happy when Chloe came into his bedroom. Whether it was because she hadn’t been there that morning, he hadn’t been able to be there that afternoon because of errors in his work, or maybe she was just in range, Kyle’s anger from the entire day was directed at her. He just sat there while she fingered herself. When she tried to talk to him afterwards, Kyle practically pushed her out of the room. Poor Chloe barely had time to get dressed. That evening was no different, and Chloe went to bed discouraged and disappointed. What was Kyle’s problem?

Kyle did feel bad for the way he had been treating Chloe, but she hadn’t been there for her first orgasm of the day. His day would have been a lot better if she had simply done what she said she would do. As Kyle laid down to bed, he decided that Chloe would have to be punished, and her four-day weekend may be just the opportunity Kyle was hoping for.

The next morning, Kyle woke up very refreshed, and he was feeling bad about the way he had treated Chloe. Still, he did know that she hadn’t done what he said, and she did need to be punished. He didn’t want to be mean to her, but he did want her to understand that she should always do what he said. But how?

While he was thinking, he heard a tentative knock on his door.

“Come in,” Kyle said. It had to be Chloe.

Chloe walked in and sat down on the bed, with Kyle still under the covers. She was unsure about his expression. She still wasn’t sure what was going on. As she undid the knot of her robe, pulled it out from under her, and dropped it on the floor, she searched his face for some clue.

“You know, I had a really bad day yesterday.”

“I’m sorry. Is that why you were in a bad mood?”

Chloe kept her hand near her naked pussy, circling her stomach, but she didn’t touch it. She was waiting for him to tell her to do it, to tell her to do something.

“Partly, but did you masturbate yesterday morning and afternoon?”

“Yes.” Chloe couldn’t even look at him. Now, she was sure of why he was mad.

“Where?”

“My room. You were asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you up. I thought you’d want to sleep. Then, you weren’t home, and I just did it again. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Think about what you just said. What’s wrong with that statement?”

Chloe thought about it. What was wrong with it? She was horny, so she wasn’t willing to think too long.

“I don’t know. What?”

“You thought about what I’d want. If you’d just taken the time to wake me up, you’d have know what I wanted, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes. I was wrong.”

“Yes, you were. Now, I have to punish you, don’t I?”

Chloe was shocked. She knew Kyle enjoyed this, but she never thought that he’d really... So why was it driving her pussy so crazy?

“Yes, you do.”

Chloe was scared, nervous, and horny all at the same time.

Would he spank her? Hurt her? What would he do?

Kyle sat there for a few moments thinking about what he should do. He didn’t want to and he couldn’t hurt her or inflict any real pain. He had to do something that would punish her, drive her crazy, make her never want to disobey again, but what?

The answer was more obvious than Kyle could have ever guessed.

The lust in Chloe’s eyes was at the boiling point. It had been more than two weeks since she had gone a morning without masturbating in front of him. She wanted to wait for Kyle’s permission, but perhaps if she asked him, he would let her. Chloe interrupted Kyle’s thoughts.

“Kyle?”

Kyle, slightly perturbed, looked up.

“Yes?”

“Can I finger myself while you think? I really need to cum.”

A very mischievous smile crossed Kyle’s face. He had a plan, and Chloe was even asking for it.

“In a minute. I will let you finger yourself, but we’re going to change your mantra a little. From now on, you’ll say, ‘I trust and obey everything you say.’ Ok?”

Chloe was a little puzzled, but her horniness matched her curiosity.

“Ok, why?”

“Well, it’s important in our current relationship to trust each other, isn’t it?”

“Yes, relationship?” A flicker of something passed through Chloe’s eyes.

“Well, you know what I mean. And if you are truly going to obey me, you’re going to have to trust me, right?”

“Yes, I need to trust you to obey you.”

In Chloe’s mind it made perfect sense, but to her pussy, Kyle’s words were ecstasy. If she could just finger herself, just cum...

“Now, about your punishment, you can and you will finger yourself all day long, and you’ll keep repeating your new mantra, but you won’t cum unless I allow it. Will you do that for me? Will you obey me?”

Chloe was shocked and scared at her own desires.

“You know I’ll obey,” she said in a slightly defeated tone.

“But do you want to obey? Answer honestly.”

Chloe’s instinct was to lie. She didn’t want to tell him the truth to expose the true depth of her own fantasies, but he told her to answer and to do so honestly. She couldn’t resist. She didn’t want to resist.

“Yes.”

“Then, you can begin. When I come back for lunch, I may give you a break, if you’ve been good enough, ok?”

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Chloe simply nodded as her fingers kept moving, and she kept repeating her mantra in almost a whispered voice.

Kyle went out to run the few errands that he had, and then he went to campus. He wanted time to let her new mantra sink in a little, and more importantly, he wanted time to think. He began walking across campus into the woods. There was a small pond there with a tree growing up just a few feet away. It had long been Kyle’s spot to get away from the world, yet he couldn’t seem to walk fast enough to get away from his problems today.

Kyle was starting to worry. No, he was worried. He had been mad when Chloe hadn’t been there like he’d told her to be. Was he just enjoying her fantasy or was he trying to mold her into his fantasy girl? Chloe wanted what was happening. He knew that, but still, what was happening was developing into a relationship, not a dating or romatic one, but a relationship, nonetheless. It would only get harder to hide, and from what he could tell about Chloe’s fantasies, she didn’t want them hidden.

For Chloe, it was the thrill and the shame of being exposed, of everyone knowing exactly what kind of girl she is made her so hot. Kyle was starting to understand that, and he knew that masturbating for him or even just sex with him wouldn’t keep her interest for long. Things would have to change, but how would everyone take it?

Still, Kyle wasn’t even sure that she knew the full extent of her fantasy. She seemed to be as shocked as he was as they took each step. She seemed in complete disbelief that she could want something like this, yet she did want it.

Lost in thought Kyle realized that he was almost to the tree, but he wasn’t alone. Someone was sitting under the tree. Someone else had found his spot. He stayed far enough away to be unseen and unheard. It was a girl. She looked familiar. Kyle eased a little closer, doing his best not to make a sound. She was turned away from him. Kyle couldn’t get a good look. Kyle eased around a bit, just enough. Then he saw her.

It was Sarah. What was she doing out here?

Instead of talking to her and trying to find out, Kyle decided to head back. It was almost noon. He’d been gone almost three hours. He decided to take his time getting back. He didn’t want her to suffer, but he wanted her to writhe in her own needs, her need to feel the pleasure that she could almost reach and her need to obey. Still, he wasn’t going to keep her from eating lunch. As far as he knew, she hadn’t eaten anything all day so far, so Kyle started his slow walk back to his place, dreaming of the torturous pleasure that she must be feeling by now.

And it was true, from the moment that Chloe began fingering herself, she’d felt pleasure, pure pleasure, but she had been ready to cum almost from that same moment, but each time she’d almost reach the peak, her hands would slow down or simply pull away for a moment. At least, at first they did.

Time passed so slowly for Chloe. She wanted to savor the pleasure of each moment, but at the same time, she longed for Kyle to come back so that she could cum. Chloe would wait as long as she could each time before she let herself look over at the clock. At first, she looked over almost every minute for 15 minutes straight. She finally forced herself to stop looking for what seemed like an hour at least, still chanting...

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Chloe tried her best to keep her mind from thinking about the need that she felt. She wanted to cum, but she knew that she couldn’t. She had been told not to cum. Kyle was controlling her, and even though it shouldn’t have, thinking about his control of her made her even hornier.

She tried to think back to some of her history classes that she had been made to take as a freshman. She came up with every boring history fact that she could. She tried memorizing every detail of the walls. She noticed all the interesting little details that she had been missing while she was in here before. She really didn’t care, but she was trying to keep her mind occupied.

It felt like it had been an hour maybe two since all this had started. Chloe looked back at the clock.

Only twenty-five minutes had past since Kyle left.

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Finally, she gave in to her punishment. She knew she would simply have to endure. There was no way to keep her mind off of it, so she would just do what she was told to do. Chloe kept repeating her mantra. She did enjoy it. It would have even been kind of relaxing to just repeat it like that if she hadn’t been so horny.

Chloe could feel the words seeping into her mind. She should have resisted, but she didn’t want to. She wanted this. She began to focus on her mantra, and everything else just didn’t seem to matter, her horniness, the danger of being caught, all of it just seemed to fade a little.

Chloe glanced back at the clock after a while. She wasn’t even sure why she looked. All she wanted was to finger herself and chant, just like Kyle had told her to do, but she looked anyways.

Another twenty minutes had past...

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Chloe’s world just faded into the words that she was chanting in a low voice. She didn’t need to cum now. She felt her arousal, but she had been told not to cum. She wouldn’t cum. She didn’t even have to slow her fingers down. She just never pushed past the point where she would need to.

Chloe’s body was on auto-pilot, and her mind was filled with only one phrase. It invaded every part of her mind and pushed away any stray thoughts that might have been left behind. Her mind was empty except for the words Kyle had given her. She never bothered to look back at the clock to see how much time had past. She simply fingered herself, chanted her mantra, and waited for Kyle.

Chloe spent two full hours like that before someone finally opened the door. Chloe was in full view of anyone opening the door or anyone in the hall outside the door. Normally, she would have been curious, anxious as she saw the door opening. She didn’t want everyone to see her. She would have even worried about who was opening the door. In her current state though, it didn’t even register that there was a door to be opened. She was fingering and chanting.

Kyle walked in to an unexpected view. He expected Chloe to nearly start begging for release the moment that she saw him. Instead, she was looking in his direction, but it was as if she didn’t even realize that he was in the room. She was still fingering and chanting like he had told her to do, but something was different. Something wasn’t right about this.

Kyle walked over and sat down on the bed next to Chloe. He was sure that no one else was in the house. Sam and Mark were gone for the weekend, and Sarah was sitting under that tree when Kyle last saw her. He tentatively reached out for Chloe’s right breast. He took it in his hand. Her breast was soft but firm. He could see her arousal by her erect nipples, but his touch had little to no effect on her.

Kyle let his hands roam Chloe’s body for a moment. It was the first time that he’d had this opportunity. He tried to reach her pussy, but Chloe’s hand was still fingering, so Kyle decided to wait. He sat there with Chloe, thinking that at some point she would become aware of his presence. Meanwhile, Chloe sat there blankly chanting in an almost monotone voice and fingering. Finally, Kyle said something.

“Chloe, can you hear me?” Kyle asked.

In the middle of her chanting he heard,

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“Yes, I hear you.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Chloe’s tone never changed.

“Why are you just sitting there like that?”

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“This is what you told me to do.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“What have you been thinking about?” Kyle asked.

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“Nothing, just what I’m chanting.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Kyle was getting more curious by the second. She wasn’t thinking? Kyle tried to piece it together in his mind, but he couldn’t. Still, she wasn’t thinking. Hmm... She did almost look like she was hypnotized. He could remember that vacant stare from several stage hypnosis shows he’d seen both on TV and in person. Could she be hypnotized? Was she suggestible? How could he test it? An idea popped in his mind, and he decided to seize the opportunity while he had it.

“Chloe, the only words in your mind right now are the words I gave you, the words you’re chanting, your mantra, right?

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“Yes.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“But, like I said, they’re the words I gave you, so now the words I’m saying are pushing even those words out of your mind, aren’t they?”

Kyle crossed his fingers.

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“Yes.”
Chloe’s chanting stopped, though she was still fingering herself.

“And now the words I’m saying are the only words, the only thoughts, in your mind, aren’t they?”

“Yes, the only words in my mind.”

“Repeat after me, you can’t think.”

With the same vacant expression, Chloe repeated Kyle’s words.

“I can’t think.”

“You must think to lie,” Kyle continued.

“I must think to lie.”

“You can’t lie when your mind is blank like this.”

“I can’t lie when my mind is blank like this.”

Kyle’s own erection was getting uncomfortable in his jeans, but now comes the real test. Could he make her forget this, and get her back into this state without her realizing it?

“You love being blank like this.”

“I love being blank like this.”

“You love to let my words into your mind.”

“I love to let your words into my mind.”

“You remember nothing that is said or done while you are like this.”

“I remember nothing that is said or done while I am like this.”

“You forget but still obey everything that is said while you are like this.”

“I forget but still obey everything that is said while I am like this.”

“You must forget.”

“I must forget.”

Now Kyle had to stop for a minute. How could he get her back to this state? He didn’t want to have to leave her fingering herself for three hours to accomplish this every time. Could he create some sort of trigger? He remembered from the hypnosis shows that it would have to be unique. He didn’t want it being triggered expect by him. Finally, it came it him. She was spouting everything off like some wind-up doll, so that might be just the thing.

“Whenever you hear your landlord, Kyle, say ‘Wind-up Barbie,’ your mind will instantly go blank.”

He’d never heard of a wind-up Barbie, and his sister had everyone that was made when they were growing up. Yes, that should be safe.

“Whenever I hear my landlord, Kyle, say ‘Wind-up Barbie,’ my mind will instantly go blank.”

“When your mind is blank, you are just as horny as you are now.”

“When my mind is blank, I am just as horny as I am now.”

“That’s great. You can stop repeating after me. There’s just one more thing we need to do. When I touch your shoulder, you’ll let your mantra flow back into your mind. When I say your name, you’ll begin to think and act normally. You’ll remember chanting your mantra. You’ll even remember zoning out slightly while you chanted and time passing quickly. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“But you won’t remember anything about when I was talking to you before. When I touch your shoulder, to you, it will be like I just came into the room. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

Kyle reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. Slowly, Chloe started chanting once more. So far, so good. Kyle said her name.

“Chloe.”

Her expression came back. She blinked a couple of times and turned toward Kyle. She wasn’t zoned out anymore, and her need was back stronger than ever.

“Kyle!” Chloe said almost too loudly, “you’re back. That was weird.”

Chloe had an almost desperate look in her eyes.

“Can I please cum? I need it so bad,” Chloe begged.

“No, not yet, but stop fingering yourself.”

Chloe reluctantly stopped. She was horny and anxious to cum. Kyle, on the other hand, was nervous. Did she remember? What would she think? What did she think was weird?

Chloe was the first to say something.

“Weird, I was really zoned out, wasn’t I?”

“Yeah,” Kyle replied, relieved, “I had to call your name to get your attention.”

Chloe just smiled.

“So when do I get to cum? A little later for the afternoon? Or is there some way to convince you that I need it now?” Chloe said with an all to eager grin.

“No, this is punishment. You’ll cum tonight, ok?”

“Ok...”

She got up and put on her robe. As she headed for the door, Kyle called out,

“Bye, my Wind-up Barbie.”

Chloe stopped. She had been reaching out for the door knob, but her hand instead fell limply back to her side. She just stood there staring at the door. Kyle grinned.

“What are you thinking?” Kyle asked.

“Nothing,” was Chloe’s reply.

The tone of her voice was as blank and flat as the expression on her face.

Kyle stepped out into the hall. There wasn’t a sound. He walked upstairs. Sam’s room and Mark’s room were empty. They were still gone. Sarah door was shut, but he hadn’t heard her come back. She must still be out. Perfect. Kyle walked back down to his room.

When he walked into the room, his hands immediately went for Chloe’s robe. He undid the knot, and push it off her shoulders. Chloe’s body was revealed to him once again. This time, Kyle was more than eager to explore every inch. He even got up close and personal with Chloe’s pussy. All the while, Chloe just stood there blankly. Finally, Kyle stood up. Before he sent her back to his room, he had to have some relief.

“Chloe, unzip my jeans.”

Chloe leaned down and did as Kyle said. Once his jeans were undone, Kyle slid his pants down slightly to free his raging hard-on. Kyle took Chloe’s hand and started it pumping at his cock. He didn’t want to tell her what to do for fear that it might somehow snap her out of this.

“Keep doing that,” was all Kyle said.

Chloe kept blankly pumping Kyle’s cock with her hand.

“Faster,” Kyle said, and Chloe’s speed increased.

It didn’t take long for Kyle to cum as he stared at Chloe’s naked body and blank expression. It was his own fantasy come to life, and for some reason, she wanted this. It was amazing. It took a moment for Kyle to recover after the wonderful pleasure Chloe had given him. Chloe, however, was still pumping at Kyle’s quickly deflating cock.

“Chloe, stop.”

Chloe’s hand dropped back to her side where it had been. Kyle pulled his jeans back up, went to the kitchen, got a paper towel and cleaned up his mess and Chloe’s hand. Then he began talking to her again.

“You love being blank like this, don’t you?” Kyle asked.

“Yes,” Chloe replied.

“Chloe, I’m about to tell you goodbye. When I do, you start thinking again, and like before, you’ll forget all about being blank. You also won’t notice that you don’t have on your robe. You won’t notice that it is missing until you go to put it on again. Then you’ll realize it’s missing, and you’ll know what happened, how you left it here. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” Chloe said. Her eyes were still locked on the door, even while she was jacking off Kyle, her eyes never moved away from the door.

“Good girl. Goodbye, Chloe. I guess I’ll see you tonight?” Kyle said, grinning and hoping.

Chloe turned her head toward Kyle. The vacant look in her eyes was quickly fading, but she still seemed slightly confused. She shrugged the feeling off pretty quickly.

“Definitely, I never did cum this morning, so I’m still really horny for some reason.” Chloe winked at Kyle.

“Well, we’ll definitely take care of that tonight if you’re good,” Kyle replied, his grin twice as big.

Chloe walked out and back up to her room. She was totally unaware that she was completely nude. She had a goofy grin on her face from being with Kyle. She was really enjoying what they were doing. She was so lost in thought about it, in fact, that she didn’t notice that Sarah’s door was cracked ever so slightly. Chloe just walked into her room and shut the door.

The rest of the afternoon was fairly standard. Chloe got dressed and met up with a couple of her friends who were still on campus, and Kyle did the work that he should have been doing all day. He finished later than he usually did, but he had started much later that he should have.

All during his work, Kyle’s mind continually went back to the trigger he had given Chloe. Wind-up Barbie. It had started off as just a safe and unique way to take her back to that blank state that she was in before, but the more he thought about it, the harder he got. She was acting like a wind-up doll. Could he turn her into his own Barbie doll?

He shook his head. That was his fantasy, not hers. He couldn’t do that. He was just helping her live out her own fantasy. He couldn’t take advantage of that, could he? Besides, would she even go along with it? Well, he knew she’d obey, but would she trust him with it? She might with her new mantra... Could he trust himself? He knew he wanted it. He could already see the images and ideas in his mind. Well, it wouldn’t really be taking advantage of Chloe. She wanted to obey. This will just give her something a little more complex to obey, a little more fun.

With his decision made, Kyle went into the kitchen to get some supper. He spent the rest of the evening working out his ideas. It would take a lot of patience, but he could do it. There was still a small part of his mind that was warning him against this. There were so many ways that this could go wrong. He pushed those thoughts aside and continued his planning.

Almost an hour later than usual, Chloe knocked on Kyle’s door. Kyle went to the door to open it for her. He was prepared for this. She should be in quite a mood tonight. Kyle wasn’t disappointed. Chloe was nearly frantic. She’d come back a little over an hour ago, planning on putting her robe on and going down to Kyle’s room. She’d searched her room top to bottom.

Chloe decided that she must have left it Kyle’s room. She couldn’t have left it in Kyle’s room. That would mean that she walked back to her room... !!! She had to cover her mouth just in time to hold in the shriek of fear that came out of her mouth, though the wet spot in her panties made her wonder if it was entirely fear. How could he have let her do that? He just sat and watched while she walked out where anyone could have seen her. Obviously, this was starting to go to Kyle’s head.

Chloe wrestled with herself for nearly five minutes, standing at her door. She should take a break from this. It was all just a fantasy. Kyle even admitted that she was doing this to herself, and now, he was taking it too far.

Still, the orgasms were so intense, and she did feel the need for it tonight. It was a habit by now, and it would be a hard one to break. She cold feel it tugging on her pulling at her to give in. She wanted to go. She knew she would go. All she was doing was driving herself crazy over nothing. Kyle probably knew no one else was home. That was all, surely.

Even though, on the surface, Chloe had eased her own mind, her nervousness remained. She didn’t want to have to do a full striptease for Kyle. That was probably what he was hoping for. She needed to dress light and strip as quickly as she could once she was in his room. That would give her a little control, surely. She had thrown on a light t-shirt and cotton shorts in a rush to get to Kyle’s room to talk about what had happened, to cum. In her haste, she had forgotten that others would be home. Her nipples pressed out proudly against the thin material of the t-shirt, and the shorts were tight enough that it wouldn’t take a CSI to figure out that there weren’t panties beneath them.

With that realized, she was even more impatient to get into Kyle’s room, but he met her at the door. His smile was obvious. He knew she would want to get into his room. Chloe realized with a start that he’d planned all of this. He knew that she’d be frantic, and she’d throw on something in a hurry, embarrassing herself even more. Now he was going to hold it out, savor his victory.

Of course, none of it was true. It was true that Kyle was lost in the moment. There was something about the frantic look in Chloe’s eyes. It was almost primal. She was breathing hard, obviously already aroused by the situation. The rise and fall of her full breasts, the hint of the odor that proved her arousal, and her constant fidgeting made her the most erotic picture that Kyle had ever seen. He had tried to memorize her every inch, her every curve, each time she’d been in his room, but she continually provided new ways to show that she was much sexier than he could ever hope to remember.

Finally snapping out of it, Kyle stepped to one side and let Chloe walk in. He wanted to talk to her, to find out what she had been thinking, but Chloe seemed to be on a mission. As soon as Chloe was out of sight behind the door, her clothes were shed in a burst of two thin pieces of materials flying into the air and hitting the ground in opposite ends of the room. She practically thrown herself on the bed and promptly began fingering herself without a single word, before Kyle had the chance to even say one word.

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“Chloe,” Kyle interrupted, “what’s going on?”

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I just want to get this over with. I know what you did.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Kyle froze. She remembered? She was still here, so that was a good sign. She wasn’t supposed to remember though. She hadn’t this morning. Did it not stick? Would she call the cops? Had she already called them?

“You let me go without my robe this morning.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Kyle sighed, relieved.

“I don’t know why you did it, but”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“Are you just proving how much control you have?”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Chloe was almost on the verge of tears.

“And then the way I came down here.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“Sarah saw me. She saw me dressed like that.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“How could you do that to me?”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
Kyle was speechless. How did she always twist everything he did like this? It was as if she was trying to find some evil plot in what he was doing when his only slightly evil plot hadn’t even started yet.

“What did I do?”

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“You let me go up to my room without my robe.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“No one was home. It was safe,” Kyle replied.

“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“But you knew I’d come back down here like this tonight.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“That I’d be frantic and embarrass myself like I did.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“How would I know that?” was the only answer Kyle could come up with.

“I don’t know. You couldn’t”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“But how could I have done that otherwise?”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“I trust and obey everything you say.”
“Maybe it was what you wanted?”

“No, it couldn’t have been, could it?” Chloe wasn’t sure of anything right now.

Kyle didn’t answer. Instead, he simply reached out for a breast. The touch wasn’t as electric as the first time, but it was still enough to push Chloe over the edge. She buried her face in Kyle’s bed, and felt her first real orgasm of the day. The afterglow kicked in, and the world looked much brighter than it had a few moments ago.

“Did I really want that?” were the first words out of Chloe’s mouth once she had recovered.

“Let’s find out, my Wind-up Barbie.”

Just as it had this morning, Chloe’s face went as blank as her mind.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing,” was Chloe’s empty reply.

“Did you... Do you want me to do things to you like you thought had happened tonight?”

“Yes. They’re my fantasies.”

“You’re sure you want them to be real?”

“I trust you. You’ll take care of me.”

That didn’t ease Kyle’s conscience any. She wanted to live out her fantasies with Kyle because she trusted him, but that trust had only been conditioned into her in the past week, hadn’t it?

“Did you trust me like this before I caught you that night?”

“No, I trusted you less and in a different way, you were my landlord.”

So it was true. The conditioning was working. Was that a good thing? Kyle was her landlord?

“I was your landlord? What am I now?”

“I don’t know. You haven’t said, but I obey everything you say. I love to be around you. I find myself thinking about doing things for you and thinking about pleasing you more and more. I’m almost starting to think I might...”

Chloe trailed off. Kyle’s arousal was getting the better of him now.

“Tell me.”

Chloe finished in a very small voice.

“your slave.”

Kyle knew he could have her right now, fully awake, and she’d do everything he wanted. She’d conditioned herself through her orgasms and through her own fantasies. They were betraying her now, but Kyle had fantasies too. Did he just want a slave?

“But would it satisfy you to just be my slave?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know,” Chloe said, almost with a hint of pondering.

“Don’t think about it. You can’t think right now. Just listen, ok?”

The small trace of expression died instantly on her face.

“Ok.”

“That’s what you do when you’re like this. You listen and obey, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I listen and obey.”

“So you can’t think. You don’t have time do you?”

“No. I have to listen and obey.”

There was expression in her voice again, but it was confidence. She was agreeing with it. Her eyes focused on Kyle, and she became intensely aware of his every word as Kyle began to detail his plan to her.

“So you know it won’t just satisfy you to be a slave. That isn’t enough for you anymore because you know there is more that you could be. Today you felt like a little wind-up toy. You couldn’t control yourself anymore than a doll that I’d play with could control its own body, right?”

“Right,” Chloe affirmed with that same hint of confidence.

“Do you know why?”

“No.” There was no expression this time.

Chloe wasn’t thinking about it. She wasn’t supposed to. She was just listening and obeying. Kyle would tell her what she needed to know.

“That’s right you don’t, but I’ll tell you. It’s because you’re my doll. That arouses you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it arouses me. I’m your doll.” There was no expression in her voice. She didn’t affirm it. It was already true in her mind. She was really opening herself up to his words.

“So, see, you aren’t a slave, you aren’t even really a person to me. You’re just a thing, a toy, a doll. How does knowing that make you feel?”

“It arouses me.”

Kyle recognized it as a parroted statement from his last suggestion. It was a part of her yet. It wasn’t something she felt as real yet, so Kyle decided that was enough for tonight, at least enough, well, hypnosis, if you could really call this hypnosis.

“Chloe, the next time I say your name, you’ll wake up. You’ll start thinking again and act just as you were before. You won’t think about what we’ve discussed here until I tell you it when you’re awake. You’ll react as you would have reacted to it before, but you’ll slowly let it become a part of who you are. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Chloe... so I think you did really want it, and I think I know why,” Kyle said, picking up the conversation where it had left off.

Chloe was momentarily confused, but she quickly came around and shook off... whatever it was.

“Why?” Chloe said, half scared that he did know, half challenging him to prove that he didn’t.

“Well, it’s a role. It’s a role that you want to put me in so that you’ll have a roll, maybe slavegirl?”

“What?!?!” Chloe was caught completely offguard.

“I don’t want to be your slavegirl!” Chloe stated, almost too loudly.

“Shhh... I know. That’s just the role that you came up with.”

“Role? What do you mean?” Chloe was intrigued now. There was something about what he was saying.

“Well, you dress up a doll differently and you can give them all kinds of roles, can’t you?” Kyle smiled, waiting for it to dawn on Chloe.

“A doll?” Chloe said in partial disbelief, “You think I’m a doll?”

“Well, isn’t it true? You do everything I say. You let me play with you anytime I want. I keep undressing you. Who knows what would happen if I started dressing you up.”

Chloe was shocked. She wanted to laugh, but Kyle was serious. That worried her. She had almost started to think that she was really just doing this to herself but now? It worried her. Could she miss something in her as big as that? Well, she’d missed her real fantasy for her whole life before Kyle caught her. This all had something to do with it, but was she a doll? Kyle’s doll?

Kyle could see the hesitation in her eyes. She wasn’t just rejecting it. She would make it a part of herself. Kyle would get to live out his fantasy, and he could let Chloe live out her new fantasy, the one he was creating in her mind. Kyle silently squashed the last small voice in the back of his mind, warning him. Kyle was sure that he had everything under control now.

Kyle sent Chloe back up to her room. He gave her back her robe, but he still made her dress just as she had before. Chloe held her robe tight to her chest to hide her nipples poking straight out and the arousal that was already beginning to build again.

Before she went to sleep, Chloe fingered herself and came again, thinking about what it would be like to be Kyle’s doll, and her dreams were filled with images of Kyle playing with a small, plastic doll, dressing it up, undressing it, making it move, making it to anything he wanted. The doll in her dreams looked just like her, with a big goofy grin plastered on its face.

Kyle’s dreams were no less erotic, but there were no more nightmares of things that could go wrong. Kyle had convinced himself or perhaps, by constantly soothing his own conscience, had conditioned himself to believe that he was in control. Everything was going to work out just like he wanted it to.

Kyle and Chloe both slept all night with a huge grin on their faces.

To Be Continued...
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