Secular ethics: hypnosis teacher and mother

She was wearing the sexy outfit I wanted her to wear. (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial statement.)
If I order her to perform oral sex on me again, she will do it without hesitation or doubt. And if I tell her to sit quietly and not move, she can sit there for hours until I give her a new order. Whatever I want—I can demand she have sex with me anytime, anywhere, and she will cooperate and satisfy me as much as possible. Because

I am her master, and she is my slave—my teacher, Miss Emily.

This relationship began two years ago when I met Emily. At that time, I was actually her student…

Let me introduce myself—my name is Tom, I am 18 years old, my mother is a practicing accountant, and I am the only child in a single-parent family, so I have been pampered and wealthy since childhood!

My height is 5?w (likely a typo, should be 5?w). Of course, I also have my own specialty, which is—computers. My first computer was bought for me by my mother when I was eight years old, and by the age of 16, I was already a highly skilled computer hacker, which is
the starting point of this story. Although I am a hacker, I have a principle: I never destroy other people's files or create computer viruses, because doing so would easily attract attention or even get me caught. My interest is only in stealing secret information that others want to hide, such as the most confidential documents from the Pentagon, NSA, or CIA. Once

... I entered CIA and surprisingly found their research logs on experiments involving human mind control. The contents of those logs were astonishing, so I immediately downloaded and backed them up to my personal hard drive. However, I didn't immediately think of any specific subjects for the experiments, so they remained on my hard drive until I met my teacher—Miss Emily. In

school, I chose home economics as an elective. I didn't choose physical education because for a computer whiz like me, physical education was... It was like a bunch of idiots running around aimlessly, which was completely pointless. Plus, I'm usually quiet and reserved, so nobody wanted to be my friend. As for choosing home economics, one reason was my strong interest in the nutrition and health aspects of various foods, and another was that many of the students in the class were beautiful.

On the first day of home economics class, I saw my teacher—Emily. The moment I saw her, I was utterly stunned. At that moment, I couldn't see any other pretty women around me, and I knew I had found my research target. She was 22 years old, a teacher who had just graduated from school. She was our home economics and typing teacher, and a devout Christian. Oh! She's a stunning beauty… I thought to myself.

Honestly, Emily is the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's 5'6" tall, with a beautiful figure, and her breasts are incredibly long and slender. She's also incredibly beautiful. She's tall and has a very delicate figure. She's incredibly beautiful. She's incredibly ...
I absolutely adore this lovely woman! Every time I'm in class or during free time, I fantasize about her. Like imagining her naked, face-to-face with me, shamelessly seducing me, or wearing a sexy low-cut see-through

bra and a sheer thong, lying on the desk like a dog, letting me play with her and demanding I fuck her hard. But these are just my fantasies; there's no way I can realize them. This continued until one day in September, when something happened that changed her entire life…

“Hi! Ladies, and of course, the only boy in our class—Tom. Listen to me,”

she said, smiling at us, “today! Before class, we'll do a different exercise, one that my boyfriend—Don—taught me last week!”

"This is a training method to relax yourself! Through this training, you can feel refreshed and fully relax when you feel tense..." She then clapped her hands and said, "Okay, everyone, find a comfortable place and lie down on the carpet... OK?"

After we were all lying down, Miss Emily gently and slowly guided us with her heavenly voice:

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She continued for a while in this voice and manner to guide us to relax all the way to our knees. When we were sure that most of us had entered a very comfortable and relaxed dream, before we regained consciousness, we only remembered hearing her pleasant voice say:

"...Okay, everyone, wake up when I say 3-2-1!"

After I woke up, I felt exactly as she had said before—my body and mind felt fully rested and relaxed. The other girls in the class felt the same way. At this moment, she said, "Impressive, isn't it!" When we heard this, we all involuntarily wiggled our legs.

Seeing this, Miss Emily smiled smugly and asked, "Isn't it amazing? Don't you all feel refreshed, both physically and mentally?" Then she added, "Heh! This is just a simple application of hypnosis techniques!"

Until the end of the class, she continued to talk about her research on this newly learned hypnosis technique and her experiments on herself...etc. Of course, I didn't listen carefully to what she was saying. I was just admiring her alluring breasts rising and falling as she excitedly shared her experiences, thinking to myself, "...I didn't expect her to be so interested in hypnosis?" Suddenly, an evil thought slowly and quietly took shape in my mind.

"Ha! I know what I'm going to do next!"

"...I'm going to learn more about its applications...not just the little bit I've seen so far, I'm going to learn everything about brain control and hypnosis...Ha! Then...the roles of student and teacher...hahaha...will be switched..."

(II)

Upon returning home, I immediately turned on my computer and, from the CIA classified files I had previously saved, directly found research instructions on chemical drugs such as stimulants and special drugs used in hypnosis that could alter a person's subconscious thoughts, including their formulation methods and effects.

"Ha! This is it!"

The thought of my teacher soon becoming my personal plaything made my little brother even more restless. In the following days, I tirelessly searched for the ingredient formulas for various hypnotic drugs. I discovered that some formulas were available in regular pharmacies, while others were prohibited drugs, making it more difficult.

So, I used my expertise to search online and found sellers in black market pharmacies, finally sourcing all the necessary ingredients. After preparing the drugs I needed, I further studied the research on subconscious states and hypnotic techniques in the files. And, to better utilize and master them, I...hehe! I thought of my mother, to be my guinea pig.

Initially, I told her that the drugs I was going to inject her were new products that would make her feel comfortable and relaxed, and improve her sleep. Because she was always a very busy person, with many meetings and clients who needed her to do their accounting, she often suffered from insomnia.

When I told her I wanted her to try it, she was a little skeptical, but because she loved me, her only child, very much and she genuinely needed to alleviate her stress, she started using the medication. The results were surprisingly good, something I hadn't even anticipated.

Combined with hypnosis—it didn't take long for my mother to completely obey and happily accept every suggestion I gave her. For example, I made her believe she was both my mother and a little girl who only listened to me—a distorted logic. Or, when I said the suggestive phrase "there will be a storm today," her body would become very sensitive and excited. In short, although the various experiments I conducted on her were unfortunate for her, each experiment gave me more experience and knowledge. I knew in my heart that the day I truly wanted to experiment on was approaching…

By the time I was ready, two months had already passed. It was after class in November when I walked into Ms. Emily's office. She was reviewing and grading student assignments.

"Hi, Ms. Emily," I greeted her as I entered.

"Oh! It's Tom! What can I do for you?" she asked, looking at me with her charming smile.

"Well... nothing really! Do you remember two months ago when you demonstrated hypnotic relaxation techniques to our whole class?" Hearing this, her eyes lit up, and she nodded with great interest.

I continued, "I've recently become quite interested in this area and have spent some time doing research. I've found some books on it, such as meditation, and many other interesting research materials..."

"Really?" Ms. Emily asked excitedly, and I nodded. Then she said to me, "Tom! I'm so glad you're working so hard! Did you come here today to tell me that this method really helps you relieve your tension and is very helpful?"

Before I could answer, she continued, "You know what? I now set aside a fixed time every day to listen to these relaxing hypnosis CDs. It really makes me more determined in my mind and will, and I feel more happy every day because of it..." "

Huh! I didn't know the teacher used hypnosis CDs every day!" I thought to myself.

Hearing this, my excitement grew even stronger... I took a deep breath to try and keep my composure, then pleaded with my teacher, "Um... teacher, I'm actually hoping to find you to be the subject of my research these past few days. But you know—I don't have many friends, and my mom wouldn't be interested in this, much less cooperate with my experiments..."

She suddenly looked at me with a wary, slightly suspicious gaze and said, "Tom! Um! I don't know if I should be your subject..."

Just as I expected her reaction, I immediately adopted a childlike, pleading tone, saying, "Teacher... hey... don't be like that! Just cooperate for 10 minutes, okay..." At the same time, my eyes welled up with tears, as if I were about to cry.

Seeing my innocent, childlike appearance, my kind-hearted, beautiful, noble, and generous teacher—Emily—heh! Finally, she was about to fall into my carefully laid trap…

“Well… okay… just 10 minutes!” Miss Emily agreed.

“Great! Thank you, teacher!” I exclaimed happily, and at the same time, I naturally walked to the door, slowly closed and locked it, and then said to her, “Close the door so that we won’t be accidentally disturbed by others during the hypnosis…”

Although my heart was pounding so hard it was practically jumping out of my mouth, I also had a strange feeling that I had become an observer, able to see what I was doing—an unusually calm and confident attitude. When I turned around after closing the door, I suddenly saw that the corner of Emily’s mouth seemed to twitch slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but didn’t.

“She probably wanted to tell me not to close the door… but she didn’t expect to see me so natural…”

I thought to myself.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel smug about my performance. Just as I was feeling proud of myself, I suddenly saw that Ms. Emily was looking at me. I quickly composed myself and put on an innocent smile, asking her,

"What is your name, beautiful lady?"

Hearing my playful question, Ms. Emily's unease immediately vanished. I noticed carefully that her arms, which were originally crossed in front of her chest, were now casually placed near her legs... She looked at me and replied with an angelic smile:

"Oh! My name is—Emily."

(III)

As she answered me with her name, I suddenly jumped onto her office desk. She was startled by my sudden action. Then, I quickly nailed a green thumbtack that I had prepared beforehand to the ceiling. Before she could recover, I said to her:

"Very good! Emily, in a moment I want you to concentrate very carefully...look at this..."

My purpose was to completely attract her attention with my actions and words, so I didn't explain to her in detail what the object I wanted her to look at actually was. As for my series of actions, a hint of incomprehension, confusion, and bewilderment gradually appeared in her eyes when she looked at me. At this moment, Emily felt she no longer had enough time to concentrate as usual. She simply lifted her head to look at the object I was pointing to, following my familiar, deep, monotonous, and calm voice.

"Emily…can you see that?" I asked in a deep voice.

"Yes! I see it!" the teacher replied calmly.

"Good…I want you to look carefully…quietly…fully at that point…and then…gently…naturally…following my voice…

you can slowly place your hands on your knees…

I want you to focus all your attention on my voice…"

"Follow my voice and feel the comfort of hearing it... Yes...

Okay... I want you to adjust your breathing now... Yes... Slowly...

Hmm... Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... Yes... The slower the better... The slower the better..."

As I spoke, I observed the teacher's reaction to my guidance. At first, she couldn't quite grasp the rhythm of my voice and the instructions, but soon she was able to breathe naturally and smoothly in sync with my voice. Watching her chest rise and fall beautifully as she breathed, I felt my heart pounding and my throat becoming dry. I unconsciously swallowed.

I calmed myself and noticed that although her eyes were still trying to focus intently on the target I had indicated, they had begun to tremble irregularly.

I continued, "Although you feel your eyelids are sore...tired...tired...and want to close them...but...the more you try to close them, the less you can...the more you try to close them, the less you can do it...

okay...I want you to try...and then nod or shake your head to tell me...can you do it?"

After hearing my suggestion, she tried hard to close her eyelids, but they trembled even more violently, and it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it. After a while, she shook her head—giving up.

"Okay...I want you to focus more intently on...that point...and you want to see that point very clearly...so now...your neck...is slowly becoming stiff...that's right...you can no longer turn your neck...you want to see that point very clearly...the clearer you see that point...

the deeper your breathing will become...deeper and deeper..." I continued to deepen the induction.

I used this induction method repeatedly for more than ten minutes, and finally successfully brought the teacher into a deeper hypnotic state. Then I took her hands, which were resting on her knees, and moved them to her sides, letting them hang down. Her arms swayed stiffly and unconsciously as they fell. Her mouth was slightly open, and her breathing had become very deep and slow. Because her head was tilted upwards, looking at the point I had indicated, she was deeply slumped in her chair.

Her eyes remained fixed unblinkingly on the point I was pointing to. Because she had been staring for so long, I could see tears streaming down her cheeks. Seeing this, I felt a strange excitement welling up inside me.

"Emily, now look closely at that green dot. Imagine there's a door there. Open that door, and behind it is a staircase with 12 steps. I want you to count in your mind as you go down each step, and after you've counted to 12, at the end of the staircase, you'll see another door..."

After saying that, I paused slightly, counting to 12 in my mind as well, and then said:

"Now, I want you to open the door you see, and behind that door is another staircase with 12 steps down.

Emily, listen carefully. I want you to clench your left fist every time you open the door, and with each step you take down, you'll feel yourself becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable, and you'll be able to hear my voice more and more. And when you hear me tell you, 'Close your eyes, lower your head and rest,' you'll be completely relaxed and feel a truly peaceful rest. Okay... Emily, listen to my voice, slowly go down..."

I stopped talking and quietly watched her left hand move. As she clenched her fist for the tenth time, I said,

"Close your eyes and lower your head to rest."

Emily immediately closed her eyes upon hearing my command, and her head suddenly drooped limply to her chest. I noticed her breathing; it was very even and deep, and I knew she was in a deeper state of hypnosis.

"Emily, can you hear my voice?"

She answered in a monotonous voice, "Yes.

" "Great!" I exclaimed excitedly in my heart. "Emily, I..."

Knock...knock...! Suddenly, there was a series of knocks on the door, sounding like a female student.

"Teacher Emily?" When I heard this voice, my whole body felt like it was frozen, and my heart almost stopped beating from fear and tension.

"Oh my god! What should I do?" I cried out inwardly. Composing myself, I gritted my teeth and looked at Emily beside me, finding that she seemed undisturbed by any external sounds and was still in a deep sleep. The knocking on the door started again, this time more urgent.

"Ms. Emily? Strange…is she not here?"

The person outside knocked, looked around to see no one, and muttered to themselves before their footsteps faded away.

"Phew…that was close!" I patted my chest, letting out a sigh of relief.

I immediately turned off the office lights; the lack of lights had made it seem like someone was in the office.

Returning to Emily, I said, "Emily, open your eyes and look at me."

She looked up at me. Her eyes seemed empty and vacant. This excited me even more.

"Emily, are you a virgin?"

"Yes.

" "Do you ever want to have sex?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"Often."

Her answer surprised me. "I want you to honestly tell me what you're thinking…" I continued.

"Sometimes when I see a really handsome guy, I imagine having sex with him, his penis entering my body, so that our bodies and minds can truly become one. Actually, I really long for a happy marriage, so I can legitimately enjoy sex. But my current boyfriend—Don—is still studying, so if we're going to get married, we'll have to wait until he graduates!"

"Stupid woman!" I muttered to myself.

At the same time, I took a syringe from my pocket. I loaded the syringe with the medication I had prepared beforehand, then lifted Emily's left sleeve and slowly injected the medication into her body. The moment the medication was injected, she seemed to freeze suddenly. Her eyelids twitched involuntarily, and I could see her eyeballs rapidly rotating, even occasionally rolling back the whites of her eyes. Her breathing became almost inaudible, as if she were holding her breath.

The medication I injected her was a powerful hypnotic drug developed by the CIA in the 1960s. Besides inducing intense pleasure in the recipient, it also impairs judgment, making them more obedient. When used in conjunction with hypnosis, the effect is amplified several times over.

I stood aside, observing Emily's pleasurable reaction to the drug, and after the more intense reaction subsided slightly, I whispered in her ear in a calm, deep voice:

"Emily, from now on, whether you're awake or asleep, your mind will be filled with thoughts about sex. You'll want to dress more sexily to draw attention to your body. When others look at you, you'll feel good, especially when men stare at you.

You'll have thoughts of seducing them, hoping they'll go crazy for you. But there's one exception—Don. You'll suddenly find Don a boring and tedious person, and you'll find him annoying. So you'll no longer care about Don, and you'll no longer be interested in him, understand?"

Emily seemed to resist, blinked with difficulty, and finally said, "Understood."

"Hmm! Very good. Emily, I want you to truly believe in your heart: 'I am your favorite student. You genuinely like me from the bottom of your heart. You'll think I'm a very special young man. You'll start to want to know more about me. You'll feel that I truly attract you, and you'll start to go crazy for me. You'll trust my thoughts and advice.' Emily, do you understand?" "

Yes, I understand."

Perhaps you're wondering—why was I able to suppress my physical sexual urges and not immediately have sex with her?

It's because what I want in my heart is not a one-time sexual relationship with my teacher, but a permanent Emily that belongs only to me.

"Very good… Emily. You're such a good girl. Listen to me—I want you to enter a deeper hypnotic state the moment you hear me say 'Little Emily,' like you're back in this office right now. You'll feel very safe and secure, and you won't hear anything else except my voice, understand?"

If you understand, repeat after me: "Little Emily."

"...Little...Little...Am...Millet..."

"Very good! Now I'm going to wake you from hypnosis. I'll count from 1 to 12. With each number I count up, you'll become more and more awake, and when I count to 12, you'll be fully awake. After waking up, you'll feel refreshed and in a very good mood—an indescribable, wonderful feeling..."

As I counted to 12, I quietly observed the changes in her body. I saw her blink several times, then take another deep breath before opening her eyes and looking at me. However, a hint of fear seemed to emanate from her eyes. After a while, she came to her senses and said to me:

"Tom! I didn't expect your hypnosis to be so powerful. It really amazes me!"

Then, she subconsciously made a cross gesture in front of her chest, clasped her hands together in a prayer of thanksgiving, and then said:

"You're really amazing!" As she said this, she immediately gave me a warm hug.

This hug was something I couldn't recall her ever doing to me before today.

"How long have you been practicing hypnosis?"

"Oh! That? About two or three months. It's been since that hypnosis class. I happened to pass by a flea market and saw some books on hypnosis. I found them very interesting, so I decided to learn and try it out myself."

"I believe you must have your own secrets to learning, which is why your hypnosis skills are so high!"

As she spoke, she hugged me tightly again. This time, Emily's alluring breasts were pressed tightly against my chest, causing my penis to become erect due to the sensual stimulation. Honestly, I don't think she would have ever done this to me before.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize she shouldn't have done this, and somewhat flustered and confused, she loosened her grip on me. Composing herself and regaining her composure, she said to me,

"Tom... what I wanted to say was—you did a great job."

"No, no! I'm the one who should thank Ms. Emily!"

"Hey... don't keep calling me 'Ms.' 'Ms.' Just call me Emily! I'm only six years older than you.

You only need to call me 'Ms.' when the other students are around, okay?"

"Okay! Alright—Emily. Oh! By the way, I have to go home now. See you in class tomorrow!"
I said to her with a smile.

"Okay, Tom! See you tomorrow."

"Okay! See you tomorrow."

After saying goodbye, I went straight home.

(IV)

In the following days, I noticed a very obvious change in Emily's clothing. Besides becoming more sexy and charming, she also became more feminine, a change full of sexual allure. For example, her skirts started getting shorter and shorter, almost reaching the top of her thighs. In addition to being short, the tightness and clinginess completely showcased the devilish curves of her hips. Her full breasts, deliberately unbuttoned from her shirt, bounced naturally with each step she took. She began spending more time on makeup and became constantly mindful of her hair style.

However, this change sometimes clashed with her originally conservative personality. For example, she would suddenly walk with her hands tightly clasped to her chest and her legs pressed together, as if afraid someone would see her like this. It was like someone walking naked in the street, terrified someone would suddenly appear and see her naked. So, for several days after class, I conducted intensive hypnosis on her to help her overcome the psychological barriers caused by her changed clothing that conflicted with her original personality. A week later

, I noticed she started flirting with male colleagues in the hallway outside the classroom. She began to walk with a sexy sway of her waist, enjoying the feeling of teasing and manipulating men. She even flirted with the nearly 60-year-old principal. Those around her might have noticed some recent changes in her behavior, but only I saw all of them—the subtle changes that most people would notice, or those that only I could see.

Every day when she saw me, she would naturally give me a cute, shy smile, and every time in class, she would unconsciously make eye contact with me, sometimes even staring at each other until the end of class, as if no one else was around. During home economics class, she would often pass by my desk, and she would casually brush my hand before quickly withdrawing it. And when I finished making the dish I taught, and she came over to taste it, she would deliberately bend over in front of me, revealing her sexy cleavage, as if hoping I could fully admire her alluring breasts.

One day in class, when we were teaching how to make a good soup, Emily came over to check on my soup, and my right arm accidentally touched her left breast. At that moment, I clearly heard her let out a soft moan, and her breathing seemed to quicken.

Seeing this, I had a mischievous thought. While I was putting breadcrumbs in the pan, I slowly moved my right hand down and lightly pinched her buttocks, then stroked them with my entire palm. She was so surprised she almost stopped breathing, staring at me with a bewildered and fluctuating expression.

Before leaving, she whispered in my ear, "Tom, I want to see you alone after class, is that alright?"

"Of course, Ms. Emily."

I waited until the bell rang and everyone else had left the classroom before slowly walking up to Emily.

Emily watched me approach, then said shyly, her expression somewhat embarrassed, "Tom, I have to tell you something shameful I did. I actually kept thinking about you… that…"

Her voice trembled slightly.

"Very good, little Emily."

Hearing the key phrase, her eyes immediately became vacant and empty.

"Emily, you think we should indeed discuss your desire for me. So, tonight, I'll come to your house to discuss this. I want you to dress up and look your sexiest self at home and wait for me, understand?"

"Yes… my sexiest self…"

"Okay, I'll count to three, and you'll wake up comfortably."

After several hypnotic training sessions, she had become very adept at following my commands to enter or exit a hypnotic state at any time.

"1, 2, 3."

She blinked, rolled her eyes, and then smiled at me as if nothing had happened, saying, "Well... Tom, see you tonight?"
I arrived at Emily's suburban apartment around seven o'clock. I rang the doorbell and heard her voice from inside.

"Coming!" She opened the door shortly after.

Tonight, she was wearing bikini shorts, the kind she wore when running on the treadmill indoors, and a gray rhythm t-shirt with the words "Jesus with me" written on it. Her full breasts pushed the t-shirt up, revealing her beautiful, slender waist from her breasts to her hips. Her hair was pinned up in a big, wavy bun with hair clips. My God! She looked so beautiful—an indescribable beauty.

"Ah! Tom... come in quickly!" As soon as she saw me, she pulled me into her apartment, smiling at me and swaying her slender waist naturally as she led me into the living room. Then she helped me sit down on the sofa.

"Wait for me a minute!" she said to me, sitting on the living room sofa.

A short while later, she returned to the living room with two bottles of beer she had just taken from the refrigerator.

"You have to promise me first, this is a secret between the two of us tonight, okay?"

As she spoke, she sat down next to me. As she sat down, I could see her breasts swaying slightly up and down and side to side. From my angle, I could see that her nipples seemed to have hardened. Hmm!

Emily wasn't wearing a bra tonight.

She stared at me as I drank my beer for a while, then began to speak:

"Tom, lately I feel like I've become a bad woman. I don't know why, but I keep thinking about you, trying to seduce you, even hoping to... have... something that shouldn't happen with you. I feel like I don't recognize myself anymore. All day long, my head is filled with... you know... those dirty thoughts between men and women... the dreams I have every night... when I wake up and think back on them, I can't even believe I could be so... lewd... um..." She blushed, speaking haltingly, avoiding direct eye contact.

"...And also, I've started to like buying clothes that are really revealing, clothes that I would never have bought before, and wouldn't have dared to buy..."

She lowered her head, seemingly looking at her exposed breasts and toes, her voice growing softer and softer, like a murmur to herself.

"Like this... Tom, you're my student... what do you think of me as your teacher?"

I seemed to ponder for a moment before saying to her,

"Your teacher seems to be experiencing some sexual dissatisfaction lately. Have you discussed this with your boyfriend, Don? What did he say? I think the reason for your recent troubles is probably him! A sexy and charming woman like you, if you seduce him a little, I think even if he's initially unwilling, he'll eventually be unable to resist your allure!"

After hearing what I said, she seemed somewhat downcast, her eyes fixed on the floor as she softly said, "Don and I, we broke up last week."

Although I was inwardly overjoyed, thinking, "That's great!" I still pretended to be very considerate and asked, "What happened?"

She frowned, her mood becoming very heavy, and said:

"I don't know why I broke up with him. To be honest, I loved him very much, at least that's what I thought at first. But suddenly I felt he was so boring! When he talked to me, all he talked about was what happened at church or his school, or how to help some out-of-school or helpless children in society. He even said that these were tasks assigned to him by the local priest. Oh my god! Lately, all I can think about is... sex between men and women... I really have no interest in what he's talking about..." At this point, her face suddenly turned very red.

"Ah! What did I even say..." She pressed her flushed cheeks with her hands and exclaimed in surprise.

"It's okay! Little Emily."

She immediately entered a deep hypnotic state. I took out the syringe and injected her with hypnotic drugs in her arm. From now on, I will further transform her so that her body and mind belong only to me, and I will completely reshape her into the kind of woman with a slave-like mind and behavior that I like.

"Emily, you don't need to be ashamed of wanting to have sex with your student. In fact, you're probably looking forward to it, even desperately wanting to have sex with me. I want you to feel a strong desire in your body and mind whenever you see me from now on, and to focus all your thoughts on me. Every night when you go to sleep, you'll dream about having sex with me, your body will crave my penetration, and you'll only want to serve me. Serving me will make you feel very comfortable and happy if it pleases me. You'll feel happy and satisfied if you obey my commands. You'll treat my thoughts as your own. So your mind and body will belong only to me."

As I said these words, her body visibly became aroused. Although her eyes were still closed, her left hand naturally moved up and began to caress her left breast.

"Emily, I'll count to three, and you'll be fully awake. 1, 2, 3."

After I counted to three, she opened her eyes and regained consciousness shortly afterward. However, because the hypnotic state hadn't lasted long, she was still affected by the residual drugs in her body. Even though I had dispelled the hypnosis, her behavior remained the same as when I was hypnotized, easily accepting my commands and suggestions. She looked at me with gentle, excited eyes; I could see from her gaze that her mind and body had completely surrendered to me.

"What should we talk about next?" she asked, revealing a smile I had never seen before—a smile both childlike innocence and lewd lust.

"How about we talk about who's most important to you right now, and what's on your mind?" I asked maliciously.

My question made her blush again.

"Tom, am I pretty?"

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

Hearing my praise, a strange surprise flashed in her eyes, and her face was filled with emotion and pride.

"Then, am I sexy? Am I charming?"

"Emily, you're the sexiest and most charming woman I've ever met!"

My words were like a key that unlocked her heart, filling her face with a blissful, girlish smile. She leaned closer, then placed her hands on her alluring breasts, straddling me. Slowly, I pushed her breasts, which she was holding and gently kneading through her t-shirt, towards my eyes. "

I want Tom to admire my breasts all by himself," she whispered in my ear as if sharing a secret. "They're really beautiful! But you can't call them 'breasts' in front of me, you have to say 'huge breasts' !" " She chuckled and said, "Mmm...okay...'Big breasts." "If you take off your t-shirt, I think you'll look even better and cuter!" I hinted. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, looked at me, and then quickly took off her t-shirt with both hands. Her breasts bounced up and down like two full, ripe fruits. After taking off her shirt, she looked at me with very expectant eyes. "So beautiful!" I immediately reached out and pulled her closer to me, and I lightly touched her nipple with my nose, while taking a deep breath and smelling the fragrance emanating from her breasts. Then I reached out and gently caressed her breasts, teasingly pinching her nipples with my fingers and gently circling them. Emily was now lying on the sofa, moaning softly. I continued to caress her breasts, which made her moan even louder. Her breasts were truly round and beautiful, with pink nipples—a real feast for the eyes. I couldn't resist kissing and sucking her nipples. She became somewhat dazed, murmuring indistinctly, "Mmm...so good...Tom..." I tried to slip my hand inside her shorts, finding them completely soaked, with her juices flowing freely from her vulva. I rubbed her vulva with my fingers. Her breathing became irregular and rapid, her panting growing louder. "Ah...ah...Tom...ah...ah...like that...ah...so good... don't stop...there...like that...ah...ah...ah..." I could feel her consciousness almost fading from the intense orgasm; her limbs were stiff and unresponsive, and if you looked closely, you could see her fingers gripping the edge of the sofa tightly, while she cried out loudly. Seeing this, I stopped caressing Emily. A while later, Emily regained some of her senses, but still stared at me blankly. At that moment, I noticed that her shorts and my fingers were completely soaked with her vaginal fluid. She looked at me for a moment, and when she realized I didn't seem to want to do anything further, she immediately gave me a tender, loving look and said, "Tom, come and possess me! I want to make love to you." Hearing this, I immediately stood up, smiled at her, and didn't make love to her or give any reason. I simply said goodbye and left Emily's house. (V) The next day, Tuesday, in home economics class. Emily seemed to be in a cold war with me because of what happened the night before. She was giving a lecture on "The Dangers of Dieting to Health," and I could see her trying to avoid eye contact with me, but her efforts were unsuccessful. She often couldn't help but steal glances at me, and after doing so, her face would turn red or she would start stammering. To me, this really made her seem very cute. After class, I slowly approached her desk and stood in front of her. I sensed she became excited, and a little nervous. "Tom, watch out! The pot on this table is hot." "I have a gift for you, teacher!" "Really? What kind of gift?" "It's not anything expensive. I just recorded some programs I saw on TV last time, like 'The Life of Jesus' and 'In-Depth Bible Exploration,' because I knew you'd like to watch them." Then I handed her the two DVDs I'd brought. On the surface, they looked like ordinary DVDs, but they had actually been specially modified and carefully processed. I'd added subconscious brainwashing images and content that wouldn't be visible during normal playback. The contents of the two DVDs were as follows: First DVD: I deeply love Tom. Tom is really sexy. Tom is very good to me. Tom is very attractive. Tom is my whole life. I want to serve Tom. I want to make love to Tom. Tom is my master. The second DVD contains: I only get aroused by Tom. I want Tom's penis inside me. I love eating Tom's semen. I want to keep Tom interested in me all the time. I am Tom's personal toy. I love having sex with Tom. I want to be Tom's slave. Tom is my master. "Oh, Tom. I'm so happy!" she said in a high-pitched voice, seemingly genuinely happy. "Little Emily." Upon hearing me say that, her eyes immediately went vacant, and she answered monotonously, "Yes..." Just then, two more students entered the classroom. I lowered my voice and spoke quickly to Emily, "When you get home, whenever you have time, you'll want to watch these two DVDs repeatedly, understand?" "I understand..." "Wait a minute, listen to me count to 3 and you'll fully wake up. 1, 2, 3." She woke up with a bright smile and said to me, "Tom, I really like it, thank you!" "Well... teacher, I'll go to class now..." That night, Emily called. "Tom, I really want to see you, is that okay?" Her voice came from the other end of the phone. "What's wrong? Because I'm currently rushing to do a science experiment..." The experiment was indeed real. But she didn't know that she herself was the subject of my experiment. "Please, okay? Just a little while, I won't take up too much of your time..." she said, her voice trembling slightly. "Okay! I'll come to your house tomorrow night."

The following evening, after arriving at her house, I immediately began more hypnotic control training with her. Before leaving, I gave her two more DVDs, telling her they were for relaxation. These two DVDs appeared to be simply music videos filled with various natural sounds, but the actual content, like the previous two DVDs, was specially made. The subconscious brainwashing footage was completely invisible at first glance. I again used hypnotic suggestion to recommend she watch these DVDs every day.

Every night I would go to her house, making slight improvements and adjustments to her hypnotic control training methods. Although she seemed incredibly tempting, I didn't.

My real goal was to train her to become a woman who wouldn't think for herself, only obey my commands.

Friday's home economics class was about baking cookies. Emily spent the entire class around my desk, becoming like my personal tutor, teaching me how to do this…how to do that. This behavior caused the other girls in the class to whisper among themselves, but she seemed completely oblivious to them, continuing to teach me while her gaze remained fixed on me. Although her actions drew attention, it seemed no one noticed that I had become the teacher's favorite, and from the way she looked at me, it was as if I were the only person in the world.

While I was kneading the dough for making cookies, the girls next to me, having no one to ask, started discussing how to make cookies. Emily, hiding behind me, secretly raised her flawless right leg—wearing sheer stockings and sexy high heels under her miniskirt—and gently rubbed it between my thighs. Her behavior was no longer that of a teacher; it was more like that of a high-class prostitute.

"Tom, can I see you tonight?" she asked in a very soft voice.

"Hmm! Okay... come to my house at eight o'clock."

"Thank you, Tom... Master." That was the first time she addressed me as "Master."

"Don't call me 'Master' when there are other people around, okay? My sweetheart..."

"End of Part 1"

(VI)

After returning home, I watched my favorite video while waiting for Emily to arrive; my mother, as usual, happily did all the housework completely naked.

As for why my mother was naked, the reason was that during the weeks I hypnotized and controlled Emily, I also conducted the same training on my mother. I ordered my mother not to wear clothes at home. Perhaps because my mother's work is usually very demanding, and she is also on a diet, she wants to relax after returning home every day. Therefore, she is not so resistant to my order, but rather happy to obey.

Her breasts are a cute C-cup, and her body curves are the same as Emily's, which would also make men feel mesmerized. However, her hair is brown, and she has shiny black pupils, which are some differences from Emily. Aside from these differences, Mom is also about a mile taller than Emily.
She was busy sweeping the floor, which used to be my job. Besides sweeping, other tasks like tidying my room, cleaning the toilet, and taking out the trash were also my responsibilities, but now I delegated them all to Mom.

Although the hypnotic suggestions I exerted on my mother were less intense than those on Emily, I still demanded that all her assets—such as her car (MW), all the money in her bank accounts, her credit cards, and stocks—which were originally in her name,

be transferred to my personal name after I turned 18 (14 months later). So now I truly have complete control over everything she owns (such as her assets and future).

At home, her current role is my personal maid and cook. I used hypnosis to change her thinking, making her believe that she genuinely enjoys playing this role and that serving me makes her feel incredibly happy.

I was engrossed in a movie, watching a particularly exciting part, when suddenly the doorbell rang. My mother was startled, causing her beautiful breasts to bounce and heave alluringly—a truly captivating sight!

"My mistress, have you invited anyone over tonight?"

"Oh! Mom, don't be so nervous..."

"What should I wear?" She had already reached the halfway point of the stairs leading to the second floor, but upon hearing my question, she turned back to ask me. However, I told her, "You look fine as you are; you don't need to wear anything." Then she looked at me, finally feeling reassured, and walked down the stairs to my side. As for me? Of course, I was dressed neatly.

I opened the door and saw my Emily standing there, shyly asking, "May I come in?"

I could tell she'd spent a lot of time preparing for her visit. During this time, through my hypnotic training, her school attire had become increasingly daring, naturally attracting the attention of many male students. The principal had begun to disapprove of her behavior, often offering subtle reprimands.

I was gradually changing her behavior according to my meticulous plan, and everything about her was transforming as I'd suggested. However, the final step of my plan hadn't been completed yet—the final transformation at my home. And today—that final transformation day had finally arrived.

My lovely doll, Emily, was now wearing a very short, tight, stretchy, see-through, low-cut camisole, her full breasts jiggling as if about to overflow. I noticed her makeup today; it possessed an exquisite and delicately seductive beauty, while her hair was styled in the latest trendy hairstyle. Combined with her makeup, it made her appear perfectly harmonious and alluring, exuding the charm of a high-class prostitute. Watching her undergo this transformation, I became even more certain that the day I achieved my goal was not far off.

Emily saw her mother completely naked in the living room from behind me, then widened her eyes and asked, "Tom...

Master... um... may I ask who she is?"

"Oh! She's my mother, Emily. Mom actually hates wearing clothes, and being naked isn't something to be ashamed of, especially in our own home. Isn't that right, Mom?"

Hearing this, her mother smiled gently and chatted with Emily in a very good mood, saying, "Master is right! I really feel uncomfortable wearing clothes lately! Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. Hello! My name is Cindy."

Emily extended her right hand and shook hands with her mother, saying, "Nice to meet you, Cindy."

I stepped forward, placed one hand on each of their shoulders, patted them, and gazed at Emily, saying, "Why don't you take off your clothes like Mom does? It'll be more comfortable that way!"

Emily's expression became somewhat uneasy upon hearing my words. My mother, standing beside me, seemed to encourage Emily, continuing, "Really! Taking off your clothes really makes you feel good and comfortable! Besides, you're so beautiful, your figure must be great too..."

Emily thought for a moment, took a deep breath to relax, and finally took off her clothes. Just as I had expected, she wasn't wearing underwear today. And when I saw both my mother and teacher naked at the same time, a very interesting idea suddenly popped into my mind. Since I had plenty of time, I wasn't in a hurry to realize this idea; I could do it slowly.

My mother said to Emily, "Come in! What would you like to drink?" My mother's voice pulled me back to reality.

Then I spent a very pleasant afternoon with these two beautiful women, of course, with my mother cooking a sumptuous dinner for us. The three of us talked about almost everything, all sorts of topics. However, when Mom talked about some recent events, Emily seemed completely unaware of them, becoming somewhat lost and unable to keep up with our conversation.

I also noticed that she often used simple words repeatedly, as if she had never learned to use more elegant and complex phrases to describe things, giving the impression that her mind was blank or even unthinking. And that was indeed the case, because I had used hypnosis and drugs to subconsciously demoralize her thinking.

After dinner, Mom busied herself preparing dessert, and as she took out a fruit pie she had baked earlier from the refrigerator and began slicing it, only Emily and I remained in the dining room talking.

Suddenly, I had a whim to conduct an experiment on her, so I asked, "So—Emily, what are your future goals in life?"

She was immediately surprised by my question, and for a moment, she didn't know how to answer, frowning as she considered it.

"I really don't know... I think I knew before, back then we were already engaged...

and I thought we would really get married and have babies after he became a pastor. But now it all seems like a lie, a dream. I can't even remember his name anymore...

My current hope... well, I just hope to serve my master well."

She said this while placing her hand on my knee. "That's my life goal now."

Hearing Emily's words, my mother smiled happily and said, "That's wonderful! I really think it's the right thing for you to think like that! You'll be very happy! I'm also very proud of Master Tom.

He's truly an outstanding and promising young man, and a very kind and good master. He's really good to me."

I felt very satisfied with my mother's praise and Emily's candid words. All my previous efforts, such as making Emily completely obedient to me, destroying her ability to think for herself, and erasing her memories of her past life, were now showing their effectiveness.

We continued to chat after dinner. Emily used to be a cheerleader in college. At my request, I asked her to reenact the cheering and shouting moves she used to do for us, except this time she was completely naked. Seeing her 38D breasts bouncing wildly as she did the cheering, and her perfectly curved hips swaying gracefully before me, it was hard not to have impure thoughts.

"Tiger! Go! Tiger! Go! Game, game, game!" Emily earnestly performed the cheerleading closing chant, then bowed to us like a spectator. My mother and I clapped and cheered for her performance, and at the same time, I casually pulled her hand to my side.

"Emily, I need you to do something." As I spoke, I unzipped my pants, revealing my already erect and enormous penis, which looked even larger and harder than usual. My mother's eyes lit up immediately when she saw my penis, her expression filled with desire and surprise.

"Suck me with your mouth! My lovely slave." Hearing my command, Emily gently and deeply sucked my penis into her mouth without hesitation.

Remember how she used to be a very shy and devout Christian? So I had previously assumed she had very little experience with sex. However, seeing Emily sucking my penis between my legs now, she was as skilled as a professional instructor.

Suddenly, I understood the real reason why she and her ex-boyfriend, Don, could abstain from sex before marriage—they both considered premarital sex sinful. As for whether they satisfied their physical needs through oral sex, as I was asking Emily to do now, I didn't directly ask her. But understanding this still made me even more excited.

I sat in the rocking chair with my legs spread, watching Emily kneeling before me like a dog, enjoying the sensation of sucking my large penis. Emily rhythmically stroked my penis from bottom to top and
then from top to bottom, her perfect blonde hair swaying gently with each movement. When she reached the base of my penis, she would carefully lick the glans with her tongue, looking at me with eyes full of love and longing.

Suddenly, Mom cried out loudly as she reached her climax beside us. Encouraged by her mother's orgasm, Emily immediately grasped my penis with her fingers and began to masturbate me even faster. Because of the hypnotic suggestions I had given Emily recently, making my orgasm her sole focus, she subconsciously felt a competitive urge after hearing Mom's climax. She concentrated even more intently on masturbating me, trying to make me feel better, quickly bringing my lower body to its peak of pleasure.

I couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I forcefully pulled her away from the head of my penis and ejaculated, covering her entire face with my semen.

The semen on her face seemed to confuse Emily, leaving her momentarily at a loss. Shortly after my orgasm, I regained my composure and gently said to her, "Darling, you did a great job!" Hearing my praise, her eyes lit up. At that moment, the semen on her face slid down her beautiful cheeks like water droplets.

"Use your tongue to clean the semen off your body, Emily."

As if in a dream, she slowly tasted every drop of semen on her face and body with her tongue, then swallowed it as if it were delicious. After cleaning herself, she sat quietly on the floor, waiting for my next instructions.

"Is it time for bed?"
"Emily, from now on you will become more lewd, with more sexual thoughts filling your mind. You will only think about doing things to please me, so I want you to lose interest in everything except sex and me, and you won't be able to concentrate on anything else. If you try to think about things other than sex or me, you will feel confused and insecure.

But when you only think about me, thinking about how to make me happy..."

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