Meeting Raquel Ch. 07

"You're a good girl for coming back so quickly," I told her. "A very, very good girl. Not many people are this susceptible to hypnosis but you take to it like you were born to it."

"Thank you...sir. It always...feels...so good...to come...back...here...Sir..."

"If you want, you can open your eyes, Tina."

It was no less unnerving than the first time either she or Raquel had done it. Her eyes snapped open and locked on to mine.

"Yes, Sir?" It seemed like her normal self but I knew that I was speaking to a deeper part of her mind.

"You told me that you were interested in another session like this. Were you looking for something in particular?"

"I didn't have anything specific in mind, Sir. I just loved the idea of giving you more control over me. Over my mind..." she drifted off and I noticed that her thighs were rubbing together. Just a little, but it was a clear sign that she was aroused.

"What kind of control?"

"I want you to...I guess...I want you to be able to say something like you do to Raquel and she just does it and doesn't think about it and has no control and... I'm sorry, Sir. It really has got me horny."

"So you want me to implant another trigger in your subconscious?"

"Yes! Yes, Sir. That is what I want."

"How horny has it made you?" I inquired. I wanted to know.

She paused. That wasn't normal from what experience I had with dealing with someone else's subconscious mind. She really had a difficult time articulating what it was about it. "Sometimes I only masturbate once a night thinking of it, Sir. Other nights I jill off two or three times and all I can think about is how you and Raquel have tied me up and fucked me just the way I want to be fucked...I think it was last Sunday when I jilled off six times, Sir. That's how horny the thought of you being able to say a word and I just do something and it doesn't matter if I think it's humiliating or anything, I just...I just do it. Sir." Her chest was rising quickly. "Like how before I came over here I made sure that I was clean and I put a plug in my ass and then wore this dress without any panties, Sir. That's how bad I want this."

"Well...you've certainly, um...explained yourself well," I tried to respond. It sounded lame but I knew she didn't care and therefore, well, I didn't, either.

"So you want me to implant more triggers in your mind that make you do things," I repeated, stalling.

"Yes, Sir. My hungry shaved cunt is sopping wet now that we're talking about it. I keep clenching my ass around the plug in it." That was surprising. She was normally modest and somewhat oblique when she talked about sex, but then again, this was a direct line to her subconscious, so it made sense that her normal filters didn't exist in the place her head was.

"I see. Well, there are a couple of triggers that Raquel has that sound like what you're looking for. Do you think that you could make it so that your conscious self was unable to move from any position that your body is put into, within reason?"

"I'm...I'm not sure what you mean, Sir."

"Would you like me to show you?"

"I think that would help, Sir."

"Good. Can you stand up?"

She actually laughed. It was a weird sound, not like Tina's normal bright laugh but more...mechanical. "Of course I can, Sir."

"Okay, good. Stand up."

"Yes, Sir," was her response, and she did.

"Good girl. Now, from now on, I want you to hold your body in whatever position that I put it in. I don't want you to try to guess what I'm going to do, or try to help, I want your body to become a movable sculpture that stays just where I put it, okay?"

"Yes, Sir."

She was still keeping that almost-unnerving eye contact. I decided to use that. "Good. Because your body really is a work of art. So the sculpture metaphor really fits well."

She didn't blush. Tina's face split in the most genuine, sincere smile that I've ever seen. "Thank you, Sir. That is one of the nicest things that anyone has ever said to me."

I blushed a little, which wasn't quite what I had had in mind. "I'm glad to hear it. But do you understand what I'm talking about? You, the part of you that I'm speaking with, Christina's subconscious, it will be your responsibility to make this work. And not only that, you will have to override any urges that the conscious Tina has to move. Do you think that you can do that? Your muscles will hurt and burn while you're in a position sometimes."

She didn't say anything for a moment. "Will that turn you on, Sir? Will it be like having a real, live sex doll to play with, Sir?"

Her face was flushed. And her breathing was heavy. It was clear that she got it. I thought that I could smell her arousal, too, but that could have been my imagination.

"Wow. Tina, you are a very good girl. That's exactly what I was going for. That's the word. If you hear me say to you, 'Doll, Slave Tina,' I want you to hold whatever position your body is put into. Can you do that? Do you want to be my sex doll on command, you sexy little submissive?"

I could see the shudder of desire that ran through her body. "Oh, fuck...yes, Sir! I will keep my waking self from moving from whatever position you put me in," she breathed. It was clear she was very much aroused.

"Good girl, very good girl. Why don't I show you what I mean?"

She breathed in deep. "Yes, Sir."

"Okay. From here on out, until I tell you otherwise, you are to just keep your body in whatever position I put it. No talking. You are allowed to move your eyes, and you're allowed to have an orgasm if you're feeling like you're approaching one. But beyond that you have to hold whatever position your body is put into. Do you understand?"

The undercurrent of lust in her voice couldn't be mistaken. "Yes, Sir. I will hold my body in whatever position you put it, Sir."

"Good girl. This starts now."

I started with simple stuff. I moved her arm so that she held her palm out. She kept it there. I put it back at her side, then carefully moved her legs apart so that her legs were about shoulder-width apart. She stayed exactly as I had told her to.

Satisfied so far, I moved her feet back together and was as gentle as I could be with turning her body so that it was facing the sofa. The next part was tricky. I had to put her arms out at just the right angle, but I thought that I had it judged right. Next, I held her hips steady and pushed forward between her shoulder blades so that she ended up bent over at the waist with her hands resting on the back of the couch. Throughout the whole exercise, she didn't make a sound and was very pliant but stayed true to her word. She would just stay put. It didn't matter if her muscles were getting tired, Tina stayed where she was placed, just like a sex doll.

Now that she was bent over the couch, I took care as I moved her feet farther and farther apart. Once I was done, her ankles were about three feet apart, she was bent at the waist with her arms holding her up on the back of the couch, and her back was arched forward. Perfect.

"Tina, can you move?" I asked. Nothing. "Slave Tina, are you tired?" Still nothing. Better and better!

I gave her ass a playful swat. Still no response. I found her—predictably hard—nipple through her dress and gave it a fierce pinch, just the way she liked it. I only heard a deep breath slowly drawn in and let out.

Okay, she's doing well so far. Let's see how much she can take.

I pulled her dress down so that her voluminous breasts were hanging free and she did nothing. Marvelous!

I walked behind her and grabbed the hem of her sundress, then flipped it up over her lower back so that her sex was exposed. She had been telling the truth: she had a plug in her ass and she wore no panties. Her labia glistened with arousal.

When two fingers of my left hand invaded her most private of areas, all that I heard was a deep intake of breath. I fucked her hard with my fingers, adding a third to her sopping wet cunt as I drilled them in and out of her. There was another gasp when I added the third finger but otherwise no reaction.

With my cock straining against my pants, I decided not to indulge myself any further. I had been toying with the idea of ending Raquel's denial early, as in tonight, and I didn't want to blow my load, literally or figuratively, too soon.

"Do you feel how aroused you are, Slave Tina?" I asked. Of course, there was no response. "I can. Your cunt is soaked. And that's because you're living out what I described. Isn't it?"

She still didn't answer. "At this point, I want you to speak when you're spoken to, girl."

"Yes, Sir. I'm completely fucking drenched. I can't move and my hungry cunt is exposed to you...and there's nothing that I can do."

"Good girl. Now, any time that you hear me say the following words, I want you to feel this. You can't move yourself unless it will hurt you. If you're afraid that you will fall over, you will break out of this and catch yourself. Or if you feel like you're in danger in any way, this ends. But unless that happens, you will be immobile until someone moves your body whenever I say, 'Doll, Slave Tina'. Do you understand?"

She let out a lusty groan. "Yes, Sir...I understand. Fuck, I'm close!"

"You're close to coming?" I still had my fingers sawing in and out of her womanhood.

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good, that's just how I like you. Now, the way that this is shut off is that you hear me say the words, "Real girl, Slave Tina. Do you understand?" I drew my fingers out of her and she moaned.

"Yes, Sir. Telling me that I'm a real girl gives me control of my body again."

"Good girl. Clean your juices off of my fingers."

"Yes, Sir," she answered and took great care to make sure that my hand was devoid of any of her.

"Good girl. Real girl, Slave Tina."

She gasped. "My legs are on fire, Sir!"

"Thank you," I told her, planting a soft kiss on her lips. "Have a seat."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Do you have exactly what I had in mind planted in your subconscious?"

"Yes, Sir. Your slave slut will be your sex doll when you tell her to be, Sir."

"Good girl! Now Tina: be a good girl and wake up."

Her eyes closed again, and then she stretched as she came out of the trance. It was a very cat-like movement. "How did that go, Sir?"

I grinned. "I'll let you know when we've tried it out. Are you hungry?"

She looked puzzled but answered me. "Yes, Sir. I had a light lunch and I'm very hungry!"

"Good. My nose is telling me that Raquel has dinner at least partway done. Why don't you go help her?"

"Of course, Sir. I don't know what you did to me but I'm very much looking forward to finding out," she volunteered with a smoldering look.

"You'll see," I responded and smacked her ass. She yelped as I made sure to land it directly on the base of the plug in her tight ass.

"Yes, Sir!" Tina clacked her way toward the kitchen.

I washed my hands in the nearest bathroom, then made my own way to the kitchen. I was greeted by two beautiful women making dinner; Raquel was still in her robe but had put an apron on over it, as Tina had done with her sundress.

Once she noticed me, Tina handed me a chilled glass of white. "Here you are, Sir."

Raquel looked up from what she was in the middle of preparing. She gave me a questioning look and asked, "Did you get what you needed to done, Master?"

"Yup! It went just about as well as it could have. This smells fabulous. How long until it's ready?"

"About 10 minutes, Master. Tina's a big help."

Tina only smiled and went back to what she was doing.

"Is there anything that I can do to help?"

"If the table isn't set, that would be a big help. But that's all that I can think of, Master."

I glanced into the dining room. No plates. "Consider it done."

"Thank you, Master," Raquel called after me. It was easy—who hasn't set a table? I just watched them move. I couldn't recall them ever cooking together but they were moving together like a well-oiled machine.

And there was something about the way that they were both moving that was attracting me. Probably the high heels combined with the latex plugs in each of their behinds had something to do with it, I concluded with a small smile.

"Ready!" Raquel proclaimed. "Let's eat."

"Sounds good," I agreed. We sat down to eat and the meal was delicious. Both of them were slightly restless, again likely due to their asses both being full, but I'd decided when Raquel and I had first moved in together after we'd begun moving toward a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle that during dinner, we wouldn't talk about anything related to that. She had wholeheartedly agreed and we'd filled Tina in on this recently. Which worked out great since we got to talk about how our respective days had gone, share funny stories, or whatever. Basically we had a normal conversation.

Once the table was cleared, the girls clacked back to the kitchen to clean up—they flat out wouldn't let me help other than bringing dishes in—and I settled into my normal spot on the couch. I didn't fire up the entertainment center to watch TV, since I could tell that they would be done in a few minutes and then the fun would start.

Finished, they joined me with refilled glasses and without their aprons. "So, Master, did you have anything in mind for the rest of the evening?"

I smiled. "Yeah, I've thought of a few things that I'd like to see happen."

"Would you be willing to share, Sir?" Tina chimed in.

"Not quite yet. Tina, have a seat."

"Yes, Sir."

I continued once she was seated. Raquel now stood in front of us, looking unsure of what to do with herself but not having been told to do anything else not moving. "Tina, what was it that you asked Raquel when you first arrived?"

"I asked her what the hard bump against my thigh was when we kissed, Sir."

"And what was the answer?"

"That you had her cock caged and she wasn't allowed to have an orgasm until tomorrow morning, Sir."

"Right. Raquel, show us."

"Yes, Master," she agreed in a meek voice. Earlier when I described what she was wearing I didn't mention any panties because she didn't have any on. She just opened her robe, blushing hard, to reveal her hard but imprisoned clit.

"You're hard, aren't you?"

In a quiet voice: "Yes, Master, I am."

"Why?"

"The cage is a constant reminder of how much control you have over me. And that really turns me on, Master."

"How about you, Tina? What do you think?"

She paused for a moment before speaking. Her face also a little flushed, she answered, "I think that the control part of that is so sexy, but it also seems like a waste of a perfectly good cock, to be honest, Sir." With a grin, she added, "But I may only be saying that because I'm really horny, too."

I laughed. "Fair enough. Raquel, have you thought about how you want your first orgasm to happen when you're released from chastity?"

She looked surprised. "I...I hadn't thought about the how, Master. I was more concerned with the when."

"Think about it now. What's your favorite way to come?"

My transgendered girlfriend thought for a moment, then answered, "I'm not sure that I can choose, Master. I love to come from when you're fucking me, but I also know that you love it when I fuck you and it's different but still fantastic when I come that way, but then again you're so good at giving head...I don't know!"

Her cage was now standing out from her body. She was that erect. It had to be uncomfortable, but she didn't complain.

"If you had to pick right now, what would you choose?"

"I think...I think I'd love it if you allowed me to come again while you were going down on me, Master," she replied shyly.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind." I turned to Tina. "You asked for this meeting, are you interested in finding out what it was that I did to your head?"

Eyes lidded with lust, she responded, "Yes, Sir! I can't wait to find out what you did to me!"

I smirked. "I'm guessing you have the padlocks that go to those shoes?"

She blushed. "They're in my purse, Sir."

"Go get them."

"Yes, Sir."

When she left the room, I had Raquel sit next to me. Just before Tina returned, I said into her ear, "Sleep, Slave Girl." Her eyes closed and she sighed, then her body went limp.

"Here they are, Sir," Tina said when she returned to the room, her hand out. "Uhhh...is she okay?"

"Raquel? Yeah, she's fine," I answered, nonchalant. "Get one of your ankles up here. And hand me the keys."

"Yes, Sir," she said, planting her left foot between my legs on the couch and holding her hand out. I pocketed the keys, then locked both of her heels onto her feet.

"Have a seat," I told her. When she was seated, I said, "Tina, be a good girl and go to sleep for me." Her eyes closed, too. "Now, Tina, until you hear me say the words, 'Tina, it's time to listen to me again,' after I say, 'scramble,' you will not understand anything that is said in your presence. It will be gibberish, it will not apply to you if there are any instructions in anything that's said, and the vibrations of any voices you hear will sound like ever-so-gentle tickles on your labia and clit. Do you understand?"

"Yes...Sir...I...Understand..." she moaned.

"Good girl. Now go clean yourself out and put your plug back in, then come right back. Scramble."

I turned to my other hypnotized slave while Tina shuffled off to the bathroom. "Can you hear me, Raquel?"

"Yes...Master..."

"Good girl. Open your eyes."

They opened wide and focused on my mind. Still weird. "Yes, Master?"

"You've been a very good girl and so I want to reward you. I'm going to remove your chastity device, but I want you to keep that from your conscious self for a little while. Can you remember the feeling for her until I tell you?"

"Yes, Master! Thank you, Master! It's been so hard not being able to cum!" she gushed.

"You're a very good girl. And remember, it was your idea. But you've been so good I want to let you have an orgasm earlier. But again, I want you to make sure that your conscious mind doesn't know about it until one condition has been met. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Master. What needs to happen before I can remember that I'm not caged and that I'm allowed to come?"

"Good girl. I want you to feel like you're still caged and still prohibited from climaxing until you feel my mouth on your cock. Once my lips touch your shaft, you're free to get hard and come as soon as you feel. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, thank you, Master! This is going to be fun. I love how inventive you are with controlling me."

"Good girl. I'm going to remove your cage, but you'll feel it on until you feel my mouth on you, right?"

She beamed. "Right, Master!"

She sighed when she heard the lock release. I was very careful as I removed it, and got a washcloth to help clean her up. Of course, between the orgasm denial and teasing from the previous four days and the contact with her skin, she was hard as a rock by the time I was finished. Once she was cleaned up, I made sure that she knew that while she thought she was still caged, she wouldn't be able to get hard. I waited for a moment for her erection to subside, then I instructed her to wake up when she heard three snaps of my fingers.

Tina was just returning so I had Raquel go and do the same thing Tina had done. After she had returned, I turned to Tina. "Tina, it's time to listen to me again."

She moaned, her body shaking with arousal. "Yes...Sir?" I gave her the same instructions about waking up.

Then I snapped my fingers three times. They both stretched and yawned. I gave them about thirty seconds, then said, "Tina, go kneel on the floor there," pointing at a spot on our living room floor where there was carpet and plenty of room to stretch out.

"Yes, Sir."

I waited until she was situated, then said, "Doll, Slave Tina." Her eyes went to mine. She couldn't move the rest of her face but it looked like she was terrified.