Diary of a Hypnotist Ch. 13: Karen's Obsession Pt. 02

Casual Family Day:

"This is your idea. You told me the other day about your libido, your submission, and how we should test out the radical disinhibition that my cock generates inside you. I still do not believe you, so we're both in this situation. Me without pants, and you between my legs, with my cock in your hand." She was dressed for work now, gray jacket and skirt, white shirt, dark blue tie, a pink brooch in her hair, red heels. And unaware of the collar, handcuffs and anklets that she still wears.

"You do not have to be so descriptive. Shall we begin? Do you want to know what sorts of acts I would never allow from any other man?" She licked her lower lip, hinting at the lust already building inside her.

"Of course! I'm all ears. Please be descriptive, I always like to be informed."

"First, I may take a cock in my mouth but never on my face." Her fingers went up and down, slowly because I was already quite hard. "It's demeaning, being slapped with someone's meat, the equivalent of saying: 'Take it, bitch!' Makes me feel like you think you can fuck my mouth whenever you want, and impose your own rhythm rather than letting me set the pace."

"No prime rib on the face, gotcha." In interpersonal relationships, honest communication is vital.

"Second, I will not be insulted, no referring to me as a 'slutty cum guzzler' or whatever other perversions rattle around men's thick skulls."

"Ok, no dirty talk." And family values are important in every moment of life.

"Third...mmn..It's hard to concentrate, maybe those two are enough for now."

"How complicated is it for a blonde babe to concentrate on a great cock?"

"I don't even remember how I ended up between your legs. This is exactly what I did not want to happen. I told you about my addiction to you, because I want to deal with my new emotions, and therefore I must accept them as they are."

"You really do not care how you got to my crotch? Only interested in one thing when you have my cock so close to you, eh?"

She bit her lip anxiously.

"It's true ..."

"Unbutton your shirt, I want access to your tits. Relax, leave your hands on my thighs, Karen."

I take my cock in my right hand and slap her cheeks with my meat, before lining up with her mouth. Her eyelids were drooping, but when her head lifted, the navy blue of her eyes stood out in a face dominated by my soft glans sunk between her juicy lips. I caught hold of her head and forced her down to the bottom of my shaft.

Her nose brushed my lower abdomen, I held her by the nape of her neck, so she would not get up, the taste of my cock must have impregnated her throat. The guttural sounds of her drowning were strangely musical. Karen is good at oral sex, and can eat a whole cock like it's nothing, but keeping it in is a totally different challenge. Despite her breathing initially becoming agitated, she gradually calmed until it was a soft wind on my navel.

"It's delightful that you suck my cock like this, submitting to me completely, 'Karen, Milker of Cocks'. That is a magnificent name for you, you nymphomaniac bitch."

I removed my hands and she did not take the opportunity to disengage from my member.

"Slow down, that's it, savor, slowly."

She was pulling my cock out of her throat without hurry. Keeping the head of my cock hanging from her lips, she looked at me with bloodshot eyes. I put two fingers on the nape of her neck and nodded. She lowered her head again, again and again, bottoming out each time, until she stayed there for two whole minutes, reveling in her lack of breath, imbued with the power that subjugated her to my whims.

After ten or fifteen minutes, she quickened the pace, her eyes watering from the pressure. She looked exhausted.

"Stop, Karen." She stopped, with half a cock still in her oral cavity. "Tell me, how do you feel? Humiliated? Excited?"

She extracted my phallus from her mouth with an audible pop.

"Excited! That felt fabulous."

"Are you angry that I called you a 'nymphomaniac bitch'?"

"How can I be angry at anyone with your cock in my mouth?"

"What about the way I treated your mouth like a disposal chute? Did you like that?"

She bit her lower lip.

"I loved it! Pleasure is always mutual... God, I do not know how you do it!"

"Name me another act, one that you would not allow for anything in the world."

She looked at me severely, thoughtfully.

"Someone spilling their seed in my hair is the absolute worst. If you did that, I really would kill you, magical penis or not."

"Good to know. My balls need some love, would you oblige them?"

"Mmn, yes." She said closing her eyes, sticking out her tongue to caress my testicles, licking them, sucking on them.

I guided her hand to my trunk, and with our hands together I stimulated my throbbing stem. Still hot and sweaty from her earlier attentions, with a series of hoarse noises I am soon ejaculating my sticky virility in her golden hair.

"What the HELL, #####!? ... mmmmmm ..."

I painted her lips with my index finger, now loaded with sticky cum, making circles on them. Her anger shattered under the weight of my gentle touch, vanishing into oblivion.

"Calm down, Karen. What you need is more semen on the lips." I smeared my finger with the leftovers of my orgasm, I took it to her chin, to her mouth. "A little on the nose, there, great! Now we can have a mature conversation."

".....mature conversation...."

"Maybe you need even more semen. Karen, Milker of Cocks, are you still hungry?"

"Yes...I...need..."

"Then clean me up."

She performed a shorter blowjob than the previous one, twirling her tongue on my semi-erect shaft. I threw my leftover beer in her face, shooing her away.

"Watch it, retard! I may take your cock on my face, but beer is another matter. I'm going to wash my hair. How could I even put myself in that position? It was so obvious you would come in my hair."

"'Silly Slave.'"

"You order, I obey. My body and my mind belong to you. I yearn to be humiliated by your orders, Master."

"You will continue acting normal, although instead of cleaning your hair, you will gather what you need to lather and rinse my saliva-covered genitals.

It's satisfying for you to have your hair full of my creamy juice, you wanted it, you wanted it to happen, because as you've always known, blondes need to have their hair covered in sperm. Say it: 'Blondes need to have their hair covered in sperm.'"

"Blondes need to have their hair covered in sperm."

"You are a blonde, therefore, you need to cover yourself with sperm."

"I need to cover myself with sperm."

"You love it."

"I love it."

"You will fantasize about being covered in cum, night after night."

"I will fantasize about being covered in cum, night after night."

"You're not going to cut your hair anymore, because you dream about me coming in golden cascade."

"I will not cut my hair anymore, I dream that you will come in my long hair."

"Wake up, Karen."

"I'm going to clean myself up..." She said, holding a hand to her head, smearing her fingers with jelly.

"...You are a pig...." She said, contemplating the substance on her hand, working it around before tasting her stained fingers one by one. ".. an exquisitely palatable pig.—She finished before getting up."

* * *

With her hands she meticulously rubbed the sponge over my balls, gently guiding the soapy water up and down the erect stem.

"You're very good at this, Karen. You should dedicate yourself to it full time."

"Hahah, it's not a job I can dedicate myself to. I haveork ... work! Oh shit, I need to call my boss, I forgot!"

"'Silly slave', that is not important, work can wait."

"Work can wait."

"Your genuine work is to serve your Master meekly."

"My genuine work is to meekly serve my Master."

"Wash my balls until they're clean. Nothing and no one can prevent you from completing your task."

"I'll wash your balls until they're clean. Nothing, no one can prevent it."

"Wake up, my docile sex slave."

"...Forget it, work can wait."

The front door opened and through it entered my guest, Emma.

"What the... who the F are you!? How did you get into my apartment!?" Karen exclaims while splashing water on my balls.

"I'm Emma, and it's a pleasure to meet you." She says, returning Karen's look with a mischievous malice.

"Have a seat, Emma, Karen will be with you shortly."

"######, what's happening....." As she tries to stop washing.

"Emma is an old friend, I asked her to bring some fritters by."

Karen dried my sex. Her face a mix of chaos and incredulity.

"I gave you a copy of the keys because I trusted you, not for you to invite over any old harlot you find on the street."

I put on my pants.

"I do not like the attitude you are taking with my friend, Karen. Besides, this apartment is more mine than yours."

"That is so not true! My name is on the lease."

"'In the back of your mind, you know that everything yours is mine.'"

I used that phrase remembering the order I had given her, this time with her friends: '...deep down, deep in your mind, you know you're mine, everything yours is mine.'

"Everything mine is yours." With a monotonous, sleepy voice.

She shakes her head, adjusting to her new ideas, storing them on the shelves of her brain.

"I thought we had already established that. There is no reason to start a meaningless discussion. You should apologize to Emma."

"No way. Not to this, this... interloper. It may indeed be your apartment.....I have to consider it. You make my head an incomprehensible mess. You should tell me when you're expecting a visitor.

I need to call my boss, in private, if that's not too much trouble, you great big idiot!"

"Don't leave, Karen. Forgive me. I was reckless. Hear us out and I swear on this apartment, that you two will get along better. Emma has a proposal to make."

Karen sat next to me, hitting me in the ribs to make her feelings known. Emma moved to lay out her plan.

"####### has spoken very highly of you, including your obsession with incest."

"What!? You told this complete stranger. That's madness."

"It is clear that you have a fondness for incest, Karen. You wanted me to fuck your cousin, do you deny it?"

"NO! No no, that is totally, completely, different! I..."

"I am not here to judge you in any way." Emma interrupted "I want to collaborate with your obsession, to make it more bearable."

"How!? Collaborate?"

"You suffer daily stress from this obsession. You do not realize it, but that's why you feel such fascination for #####'s cock, you see your father reflected in him.

Even beyond that, and this is just a theory on my part, your desires are not exclusive to the paternal halo.

Right now, you must be seeing me as your mother, be craving to eat my pussy. Poor Karen, so in need of affection." Emma emphasized her analysis, with a condescending motherly accent.

"Get out! Get out of here, you wretched tart!" Karen snapped back.

Emma did not flinch, smiling calmly, remaining in control.

"I'll prove it to you, it's for your own good. I'll slide one of my boots across the floor. Grab it and tell me you experience."

The beige ankle boot crashed into the chair, but Karen's arms remained crossed, expressing her unwillingness to cooperate. But in a moment the situation changed, her natural curiosity getting the better of her. Curiosity that would lead to yet another downfall.

She took the boot in her hands, giving it several turns to analyze it from different angles. They really were beautiful, Emma has a refined taste in clothes, without coming off as needlessly formal. Karen did not expect what would happen next, no one in her situation would. The fragrance of the boot was intense. Her jaw dropped, and she slid a watery tongue down the sole. Consternation and terror marked her face in that moment.

"Put this in your mouth." Emma said, rolling her sock into a ball and tossing it over.

Karen did not have the opportunity to respond before the sock was inside of her drooling mouth. But this was not the most surprising, her left hand threatened to caress her pussy, even as her right hand tried to prevent it. She fought against it, to preserve some semblance of her will.

Clearly the battle was a losing one. Karen could not be in a worse situation. Emma snapped her fingers, causing a spasm in Karen's right hand, which failed as invariably as a claw machine at the arcade. The left reached its goal. The right gave in shortly thereafter, moving to stimulate her nipples.

Emma took in Karen's reactions. There was some fight, but it proved useless, the battle over before it began. Surrender was the result, total submission in fact. The sock fell from Karen's mouth as her mind struggled to hold onto her sanity in the course of a powerful orgasm. Her face paled in the aftermath, embarrassed by the way her body fell into a depraved pit of pleasure right in front of a stranger. Emma was encouraged by the automatic, almost mechanical reaction Karen had to the fragrance of her garments.

"Karen, crawl over here and kneel at my feet. I'm going to reward you."

She crawled, she came to Emma, she hated her, even as she knelt in front of her, unable to master her own body.

"I will have my revenge, harlot." Karen pronounced.

"Lick."

"I will not!"

"Lick!"

"I wi..." Licking "No....." Licking, licking ".. N ...." Licking.

"Look at you, Karen! Milker of Cocks. And pussies too, it seems! Calling me a prostitute, a wretched tart.

If I'm a harlot, you're much less than that."

"Stop...." Licking "...ple..." Licking, licking, licking, licking "..ase .." Licking.

"Alright, stop. I will free you, if you repeat this unbreakable truth:

'I am a hooker, a wretched, lowly hooker. Nothing but dirt on my Mistress's feet.'"

"Fuck you! Never! I'd rather die."

This bit of defiance has the scent of a lie and Emma knows it.

She sighed.

"I preferred to spare you suffering even greater humiliation. Under the circumstances however, I will opt for another measure. You will beg, ashamed, like a bitch in heat. You will apologize without pause."

She pulled down the straps of her dress, revealing her breasts. Large and round, and made all the more majestic by Karen's vantage point below them.

"Witch, I'll kick your ass and ... boobs ... and ... huge boobs ... boobs ... boobs ..." Karen's hips flailed up and down, like she was riding on an invisible phallus.

"Still feel like kicking my ass? Hahaha."

"I'm going to...suck boobs....suck....suck......"

"What is your unbreakable truth? Here, I'll help you remember: 'I am ...'"

"I am a hooker, a wretched lowly hooker. Nothing but dirt on my Mistress's feet."

"See, that wasn't so difficult, right? It's easy to speak the truth. Here are some more facts about yourself, Karen. You are an empty shell, a jar ready to be filled. I am your Mommy, and that man is your Daddy. Who I am?"

"My Mommy." She said it drooling, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips.

"And him?"

"My Daddy."

"And you, what are you?"

"I am a hooker, a wretched lowly hooker. Nothing but dirt on my Mistress's feet. An empty shell. A jar ready to be filled."

* * *

Darling Little Karen got excited when her Mommy gave her the excellent news:

"Daddy just came home, love. He is in your room, go and greet him."

She did not hesitate, she wanted to see Daddy. When she entered the room though, her expression changed from excitement to amazement.

"Daddy, what are you doing?"

Daddy's cock stood out at the sight of Darling Little Karen.

Her Daddy was sliding a pair of panties from her drawer along its length, removing the viscous, shiny liquid that covered it.

Darling Little Karen, could not help but look at the big fleshy phallus nestled between her pink cotton undies.

"Honey, you're already 22 years old. I should not have to explain it to you again. Now, where is my special greeting?"

Of course he did not have to explain it to her. Daddy's semen in her panties allows her to mature, to have the smell and essence of him near her always, allowing her grow sexually. The institute had informed her that:

'Girls, when you turn 20 your parents have a duty to cum in your panties. Remember, if you do not have your father around, you can ask the favor of any other anonymous male age 30 and up.'

She is lucky to have her father nearby. Although she never got used to him doing it, because in truth she wanted to have the 'nectar' of her Daddy on more than just her panties. Which is why she invented a secret greeting for him.

She knelt while Daddy rubbed his odorous cock all over her face. She stuck her tongue out in order to taste Daddy, she knew it was wrong to misuse their relationship in this way, but she needed him so much.

After all, he could not see what was happening in her pussy, her horny and brazen intentions.

"Well, my darling girl." He tapped his cock on the cheeks "You're always so sweet." He tapped his cock on her forehead.

Darling Little Karen took her cell phone and snapped a selfie as she joined her lips to Daddy's glans.

"Go help Mommy, she told me that she needed to speak with you about a 'women's issue'."

Special greeting given, she bounced happily out of the room. Mommy knew a lot about women.

"If I listen to her, I can learn to be like her." Darling Little Karen must have thought.

She sat next to Mommy, who put a hand on her thigh.

"Love, we are going to talk about an important time in the life of every woman:

The Lesbian Phase. Have you ever felt hot for another girl?"

"No, I've never felt that way about a girl."

"Mmn, I see. You have never even tried touching a friend's breasts?"

"On occasion, but never in that way. I'm not a lesbian."

"Well, tenderness. I understand, that's why you have not managed to mature."

"Mommy, I'm not ..." Mom covered her mouth with her index finger, silencing her.

"I know, I know, 'You're not a lesbian.' I said that too, at your age. Open your legs and I'll show you something."

Without a hint of reluctance, Darling Little Karen obeyed, "I must obey Mommy, good girls obey their parents." Mommy draped the closer one over her own leg, massaging the smooth thigh as she did.

"You have beautiful legs, honey." She grabbed her daughter's chin with her left hand. "Do not look down. Look me in the eyes, my little darling, do not stop looking into my deep, deep eyes."

Mommy Emma's right hand slid down her daughter's soft white skin to reach her pussy, she stimulated her with her slender fingers, she palpated Little Babe Karen's excited clit.

"Mommy, this is not right, Mommy ... Oh ... Mommy ..."

Her sex was soaked, her dark blue eyes lost in the bright blue pools of her red-haired mother. She is about to reach orgasm, when suddenly:

"Cum now! Very good, love. Again, that's it. Once more, my wonderful darling."

On each occasion she came hard as her Mommy pumped her pussy. Emma extracted her fingers, fully impregnated with juice, and put them in front of Karen's face.

"Suck."

Darling Little Karen pounced on those fingers, taking that glorious hand by the wrist and sucking for all she was worth.

"See, you're a closet lesbian, daughter." Opening her legs. "And Mommy's pussy requires attention."

She did not think twice. After devouring her own juices, she wanted to taste the essence of her delicious mother. She got on all fours, licking, sucking, dipping her head between those beautiful maternal legs.

Finally, after so many years, she could satisfy her unfathomable fantasy.

"Good girl...mmn...Say after me:

'I like to eat pussy. I'm addicted to pussy.'"

"I like to eat pussy." Licking. "I'm addicted to pussy."

"Daddy has been masturbating while watching us, darling. Honey, why not come over here and play?"