Monika Hypnosis Part 4 (Somewhat Lewder)

Monika sighs, undoing her ribbon and letting her hair fall free. It had been a long day at school, and neither of us felt like doing much more than lounging around her room for the rest of the evening.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever told you this, but...you have really nice hair, Monika.”

“Aww, thanks, Anon. To tell the truth, I’ve always been sort of proud of it.” She takes a brush from her nightstand and considers it for a moment. “This might sound strange, but would you like to brush it for me?”

“Sure.” I take a seat on the bed next to her, and slowly start to run the brush through her hair. It’s oddly relaxing, and I begin combing through each section, working out any tangles as gently as possible. She sighs in satisfaction, and I feel my heartrate increase as my cheeks grow warm. It’s weird...even though there’s nothing inherently erotic to this, something about the intimacy of it, of being so close to her, is making me...

“Hey, Anon? Is this...turning you on?”

I stop brushing for a moment to collect myself. How could she possibly...? She’s giving me a warm smile over one shoulder, but I know her well enough by now to catch the glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

“Well, to be honest...a little, maybe.”

“It’s fine, you know, I don’t mind.” Her grin is even wider now. “You can keep going, if you like.”

“Alright...” Sometimes after our other...trysts, I’ll run my hands through her hair while we cuddle. I’m probably just conflating the two feelings, that’s all.

Monika lets out another contented sigh, and I bite down on my lip a little to try and maintain my composure. There’s no denying it anymore, I’m getting more and more aroused. “Monika...” Something about her name feels hollow, empty...I start to put together what’s going on. “...Mistress?”

“Oh, Anon...I didn’t even have to use a trigger this time, [[honey]]”

She strokes my cheek, and I let out a sigh of my own. There’s no point in fighting now. Just the thought of it already feels wrong.

“Did you do something to me? The last time you put me under?”

“Just a couple suggestions. I wanted to try something that was a little more...subtle than the triggers.” From behind, I can’t see her face, but the self-satisfaction in her voice tells me everything I need to know. “You know, like ‘I want to brush Mistress’s hair’ and ‘Brushing Mistress’s hair really turns me on’. That sort of thing.”

“I see.” I continue brushing, unable to stop myself. Somehow, knowing that I’m under her spell makes it feel even better.

“Oh, there was also ‘the fragrance of Mistress’s hair makes me feel like I’m drunk’.” She pauses for a moment. “Have you ever been drunk, Anon?”

“No. Dad lets me have a bit of his beer sometimes, but...that’s about...it...” It takes conscious effort to put together a coherent response; now that I’m not trying to resist her, brushing Mistress’s hair is pure bliss. I could stay this way forever, ensnared in the rapture of servitude.

“Me neither...Yuri actually brought wine to club this one time, but...ah, anyway...” Her words drift off, lost in the fruity scent that’s released with each pass of the brush. My head spins. Hesitation, shame and embarrassment all melt away—pointless things that just get in the way of serving Mistress.

“Anyway, the point is that you lose your inhibi—Oh!” She stops, caught off-guard as I sweep aside her hair and plant a kiss on the nape of her neck. She's just too beautiful like this, I can't contain myself... “Mmm, looks like I don’t have to worry about that anymore, do I, Anon? Ahahaha~”

I’m practically quivering with desire. “Please Mistress, I need an order, a command, a, a—“

“Oh, Anon...the way we are right now, you know exactly what I want~” She guides my hands to her chest, and I start to unbutton her top. “That’s it, [[dearest]], you know what to do...Ohhh...”

I’m already so aroused that the trigger sends me into a fever pitch. I fondle her breasts, gently at first, then with greater force as her moans grow more and more insistent. “Ahh...yes, [[dearest]], just, Ahh, just like that...oh yes!”

The two of us nearly rip the clothes from her body, too overcome by passion to care about delicacy. She stretches herself out along the bed, her magnificent form inviting me closer. I descend upon her, laying more kisses on her breasts, then down her stomach, and then even further, until I feel her thighs locking around me with a squeal of “OH, [[DARLING]]~~!”

The trigger barely registers; at this point, Mistress is already my entire world. Every cell, every fiber of my being, is devoted to being her obedient, mindless puppet...and it feels so, so good....

***

I wake up in Mistress’s warm, loving embrace. “You were a very good boy, Anon.” She plants a kiss on my cheek and I shudder—the pleasure is almost too much for my spent body to bear. “Sorry, sorry~” Miss—Monika settles for stroking my face, and reality slowly starts to fall back into place.

“You went really deep that time, Anon, I didn’t think my suggestions would work that well. Your enthusiasm was certainly appreciated, though.” Her expression softens, eyes aglow. “I love you.”

“I love you too...Mistress.”

She nestles her head under mine, and I let myself drift away as I run my fingers through her hair...

*fin*