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Hypno Slut 2
Kneeling there before him with my lips around his softening cock I was
overtaken with a mix of emotions. I had never been so excited sexually
in my life and even as his cock was softening I still wanted my lips
around it. Something in the far reaches of my mind was telling me that
this was not right and that I should be ashamed of this behavior. But I
felt proud that I had made him feel so good and want me in this way.
Suddenly I feel Michael's hand beneath my chin pull my head off his cock
and forcing my gaze upward into his eyes. "If you truly want to enjoy
this cock for the weekend then get off your knees and gather your
things," I hear Michael state as he smiles down at me. Rising from my
knees I am again overwrought with a vast array of varying emotions.
As I start towards the bathroom to gather my belongings for the weekend I
hear Steve direct me to have a seat on the sofa, announcing, "This will
only take a moment and then the two of you can be on your way." As I
seat myself back on the sofa Steve walks around his desk. "Dyanne you
just passed your exam with flying colors, graduating to a complete cock
slut with honors. From the first time we met I saw your potential and I
immediately knew how well I could mold and train you. Although you
stated that your goals were strictly for part time at home use. That you
were not interested in sexual relationships with men I could sense
something deep in the recesses of your mind. Almost immediately after
placing you in your first hypnotic state you opened up to me about your
deepest inner desires. Some people come to me wishing to shape and alter
their behavior, but they do not actually want to change, therefore their
behavior and mind can't be changed to meet these stated desires.
Contrarily others come to me with stated behavioral changes that only
reflect a small portion of the real desires they want to achieve. You
were one of these individuals. It was quite obvious to me of your true
desires and I just brought them out into the open. You were by far the
easiest person to transform that I have encountered in the numerous years
I have been doing this. I can't give you a diploma or certificate for
graduating this class but I do have a graduation present that I think you
will appreciate and find very fitting."
With that he walks to the sofa handing me a small rectangular box with
pink wrapping paper and dark pink ribbon and bow. My mind is racing
again trying to determine if I truly want this or have I been somehow
manipulated through mind control into this new being. If it is true that
under hypnosis you will not comply or do things you are morally against,
I am the cock slut that is now sitting here. "Well are you going to open
your present?" I meekly answer, "Yes Steve and thanks so much for the
present." I can feel a box of some sort under the wrapper. Removing the
bow and ribbon I then open one end of the wrapping paper and slowly slide
the inner box out. It appears to be some type of jewelry box. Opening
the top of the box reveals a silver necklace of herringbone chain with
the letters COCK SLUT mounted on the front of the chain. On the letters
are sparkling gems, most likely cubic zirconium, which immediately draws
one's eye to them. On either side of the necklace are studded earrings
with "I (a heart) cock." Steve takes the necklace and walks behind me
placing it around my neck and clapping it inplace then asks me to try on
the earrings. Stating my objection, "I can't wear these as my ears are
not pierced."
"Don't be silly, your ears have been pierced for the last month." Almost
by instinct I remove the earrings one at a time and slide them into the
holes in my lobes securing them with the locking clip. My mind is on
overload once again as I can't imagine having my ears pierced and not
being aware of it. I look over to see Steve with my suitcase in tow
heading towards the door. "Come on slut you have a very busy weekend
ahead." With that I was handed a small clutch. "This contains all your
essentials for the weekend."
Arriving at Michaels car, a nice Mercedes's the model of which I am not
familiar. Steve opens the door for me, then places the suitcase in the
trunk. Michael slides into the driver's seat and we are underway. It is
rush hour by now, the highways are full and congested. My inquiry about
our destination goes unanswered only stating that, "We are about an hour
or more away with all this traffic." I am not sure where this is heading
but it appears that it is out of my control and probably best just to
relax and go with the flow. That said I relax and my mind flashes back
to sucking cock and this intense insatiable desire engulfs me again. I
unbuckle my seatbelt, sliding across the seat I reach down and start
undoing his pants again. "You probably don't want to be seen riding in
the center without a seatbelt, it would give the police a reason to stop
us for a driving violation."
"Then I'll disappear," as I slid down into his lap knowing that every
truck on the interstate could see me servicing him but not really caring.
Stroking his cock, I soon found the need for some lubrication, then
remembered the clutch Steve handed me. As I expected the much need
bottle was there. He wasn't as hard as before but I didn't care. I was
in ecstasy just enjoying the taste and feeling of his cock sliding in and
out of my lips. Then we arrived and I couldn't believe that it had been
over an hour, I was sure that I had only been enjoying his cock for 10 -
15 minutes. Yes, time does fly when you are having fun.
Michael pulled off into the parking lot and asked me to sit up and fix my
makeup. "Even though you're a cock slut I want you to look presentable,
everyone will know what you are by your jewelry." As I fixed my makeup
in the vanity mirror realization flooded back to me that I had never been
out in public as Dyanne. Stating my objections, "I can't go into the
Casino dressed like this."
"You will go in and enjoy it as you haven't any other options. If you
would like to get out and make your way back on your own please free free
to proceed." It was quite obvious that I didn't any other options and I
was certain that there would be no one that would recognize me,
especially dressed as I was. "Let's go," was all I could say. Pulling
up to the casino entry, the bellhop opens my door then retrieves my
suitcase from the trunk. Michael gives his key to the valet and heads
into the casino. I follow along trying to maintain his pace. In these
towering stiletto heels it is a challenge. We weave thru the gaming
tables, sports betting and a number of bar/lounges. I haven't time to
take inventory, notice landmarks or make mental notes on how to navigate
thru this maze. I do not notice any stares or lewd comments. One man
does a double take, I notice a smile crossing his face. I would love to
look back and see if he is watching but need to keep up with Michael.
Finally, we get to a set of elevators and it is obvious these are for
exclusive use for the top two floors. The door open, we enter with
Michael punching in the floor number. Exiting on the top floor we walk a
short distance to the room. Using the key card Michael opens the door
and steps aside for me to enter, he walks in followed by the bellhop. I
notice a smile on the bellhop's face as he tries not to look me in the
eye. Michael tips him for the baggage delivery telling him, "Maybe in
the future I'll let her work out a payment method." The suite is huge
and beautiful, probably larger than my home. The main entry has a sofa
looking out through a wall of windows and a pair of sliding glass doors
opening to a small balcony overlooking the lake and the city skyline to
the south. Along the wall to the left is a large fireplace with a giant
wall mounted flat screen television. On the opposite side of the room is
a pool table and full wet bar with 4 stools and another smaller wall
mounted television behind the bar. There is a work desk tucked into the
corner left of the entry door and 3 cushioned chairs scattered around the
room.
As I am taking in the view and the opulence of the room Michaels states,
"I am going down to the casino to play some poker, unpack your things and
freshen up if you like. I will meet you in the sports bar in 1 hour."
He then turns and walks out the door. I spent the next 30 minutes
putting things away and familiarizing myself with my surroundings. The
bedroom was massive with a larger than king size canopy bed and attached
bathroom. The bath had a large rain shower with 6 shower heads. A
separate claw foot bathtub and a hot tub that looked through one-way
glass down onto the casino floor. I could not fathom what this room
would cost per night.
After settling into the room, freshening up and helping myself to a glass
of wine I see it is time for me to head down to the casino and meet up
with Michael. It again occurs to me how utterly helpless I am. Rather
than chance needing to use a restroom in the casino I decided to go now
so as not to chance an encounter later. As I drop my dress and sit down
to pee I get another shocking surprise finding that I had been placed in
chastity at some point. The device did not have a lock but was fastened
closed with a set of small recessed bolts that required a special tool to
fit into the recessed head.
Steve had closed up my suitcase with my makeup and personal hygiene case
but did not send my wallet or phone so I had absolutely no money, credit
cards, identification or phone contacts. I was completely at the mercy
of Michael and leaving the security of the room was again daunting. But
by now I was again becoming infatuated with finding him so I could get
into pants. Nervously I left the confines of the suite and headed down
the elevator into the casino. It was filling quickly with locals and
tourists getting away for the night or weekend. I was completely lost in
the sea of frantic gamblers. Following the signs I found my way to the
sports lounge and entered the bar area looking for Michael. Nervously I
looked around the bar and tables not seeing him. What to do? I couldn't
sit down and order a drink as I didn't have money nor could I put it on
the room without credentials. If I left to search for him would I miss
him and upset him. I decided to have a seat at one of the unoccupied
tables and wait. Approximately 10 minutes passed and a gentleman
approaches asking if he can buy me a drink. I politely decline but he
sits down smiling at me. "Are you with someone?"
"Yes, but he is in the poker room and is expected back shortly."
Standing he hands me a business card. "If you are still lonely later
tonight and are looking for some fun I definitely know how to treat a
girl like you." I confidently reply, "Thanks but I am certain I'll be
having quite the time." I still slide the card into my clutch.
Moments later Michael arrives and sits down waving the waitress over and
ordering drinks for us. I inquire about his poker game and from his look
I know things didn't go well. "If you like we can go back to the room
where I am sure you'll have a lot of luck."
"Don't worry you'll get plenty of cock before the weekend is out, right
now I'm going to show you off and we're going to do a little gambling."
After our drinks arrive he rises and leads me to a blackjack table. I
explain vehemently that I am not a blackjack player and it would be a
mistake for me to play. Yet we take up seats, he puts out his players
card and money for chips. We start playing, and losing, as I don't know
all the correct moves in the game. I start getting looks from a man
across the table and am not certain if it is for my card playing or his
disgust about this little crossdressing cock slut he is looking at. The
amount of money that Michael is betting and having me wager is way beyond
my comprehension. After half an hour we finally succumb to the loses and
leave the table but Michael is not done gambling. So, I am stuck in the
casino when I would be much happier back in the room on my knees with his
cock deep in my throat. He decides to play another blackjack table yet
this time he will not include me. I am lead to a slot machine on the end
of a line. Putting $200.00 in the money slot and placing his players
card in the slot he then hands me $2.00 for tip money if I want another
drink. "I'll be at the blackjack table there," pointing to a high stakes
table. "I'll keep an eye on you so just sit here enjoying yourself
looking like the little slut you are. By the way if you cash in or try
removing the players card I'll get a text message immediately."
Just wanting to kill time and be indiscrete I play only a credit or two
at a time. But slowly as I continue to win, increasing the credits, I
get a little more aggressive with the wagers. Suddenly the machine
aligns with bars across the center line and triple bars above it paying
$600.00. Shortly there after I hit another jackpot followed immediately
by a third. I calculate the total credits in my mind and see that the
machine is up just over $1150.00. Not wanting to lose these credits I
decide to just sit there and wait for Michael to return. About 20
minutes later he returns and looks at the credits, "very nice slut, not
only are you a wonderful cock sucker but you're making me money on the
slot machines. It's my lucky night." So, I inquire, "How did you do?"
"I made $15,000.00 so I am ahead of the casino for the day," was his
response. He inquires, "Do you gamble at all?"
"I love to play craps but it can get expensive."
"Your luck is running hot so let's find a table."
Finding a $100.00 limit table and has me slide in to play placing
$1000.00 down for chips. The first shooter hits their number 4 times
before crapping out. It is a very good roll for me as I won the place
bet, insurance bets and numerous side bets. The next shooter starts by
hitting their first number on the third roll. Next, he rolls a 5 so I
look at Michael. "It only fits that I should bet the come line don't you
think."
"Definitely." The shooter hits both the numbers and another two rolls
before crapping out. This hot streak continued for 20 minutes and I find
myself ahead $3,600.00 when cashing out. In 90 minutes I had won
$4,750.00 for Michael. All I wanted was to go to the room and score some
cock for myself. Luckily, he has similar ideas and we make our way to
the elevator. The doors had barely closed when I was on my knees
frantically searching for his cock which had become a little more
difficult to find with the drinks I had consumed. Fortunately, I was
able to overcome the inebriated state but I wasn't able to suspend time
as we reached the top floor before I was able to get his pants down. As
the door opens at our floor I find myself on my knees frantically trying
to get his cock. There stand a middle-aged couple waiting on the
elevator. Michael just smiles and says, "Excuse us but she just can't
wait to suck my cock." He was absolutely right as I gather myself and
get to my feet. Moments later we are in the room and I have his
wonderful cock between my sweet lips and this blissful feeling engulfs
me.
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