Chloe had been hypno-fucked. I use rythm and words, that's all. I fuck them long and hard and my cock learns all the tender places that need massaged, because they are always too tense, these cute young babes who can't decide if they want to sell their pussys or give them away.

     I help them make up their minds. In fact, I make up their minds for them, and they're happy for me to do it. Because they're getting the best fuck of their lives and a loving but forceful voice is telling them how to live the rest of their lives, and all their problems and struggles are fading away, they're loving it.

     This is a service I provide, I'm not just a hypnotist, I'm also a talent scout. The 'talent' I find are usually young girls, but they MUST be over 18. I turn them into whores for pimps and submissive slut slaves for whoever might like one. My service is not cheap, but it's also not expensive. An average income guy could afford it. I get uncles wanting their neices a lot, but also many boyfriends and wannabe boyfriends. No fathers. Yet.

      So Chloe gets my call the next day, as she's walking between classes. I tell her what she is going to do for the rest of the day. Skip the next class. Skip ALL classes today. Call a motel, tell her she will select a motel where prostitues have worked. Book a whole week.

     She does, and she knows why, though she doesn't know it consciously, it only comes to her slowly, as she is proceeding. She will wonder whether leaving college for a career is a good thing, then somewhere it seems my voice is telling her soothingly that she is excited and imagines she still feels me inside of her, doing slow but powerful pumps. Ohh.   sssso.. ssslllooow...

      Chloe spent the next two days hanging out at bars, hoping to find a man who would be her pimp. Could he be it? Could he? Many took her to her motel room and fucked her. She never thought of herself as that kind of girl, but she MUST be to be doing this, right? A ddep longing had formed within her, for a pimp who would be her lover, who she would fall for madly, and for whom she would be obedient and submissive, for ever. It was so romantic in her mind that she would find herself crying at times, thinking of this wonderful man who she has yet to meet.

       Meanwhile my client, a graphic designer from CA, was watching her from two hidden cameras in her room. James (not his real name) wanted to make certain all his specified commands were firmly installed in her mind and her behavior. Yes, she always asked for the money up front, and the price was always only ten dollars. The effect was her deep acknowlegment that she was a cheap whore. Yes, she could only orgasm when the customer did, seering her sex life to that of her men - their pleasure came first. And yes, she had shopped for slutty clothes and now wore short skirts, thin tops and fishnet stockings. And yes, after the bars close, she found herself walking the streets slowly, and smiling at men driving by.

     I went by for one last hypno-fuck, to cement the longing for a life whoring her body deep in her subconscious. I talk as she sucked my cock with such great passion that I almost lost track of the suggestion cycle I was looping within her. Looking down I suddenly realized that Chloe really is a beautiful girl. I was happy that I'd created a girl who would share her beauty with the world, instead of giving it to only one guy.

     The next day she met James and she nearly fainted. Her eyes glowed with love for him, it was something to see. He bound her up, gagged and blindfolded her, put vibrators in her pussy and ass, and folded her into a suitcase, Then he placed the suitcase in the trunk of his car, big smile, shock my hand and off he drove.

      That's the last time I saw either of them, but I've heard they're happy.