Hotel Chaldea Ep. Master's Hypnosis

Watching her stretch was a treat in itself, but not what you'd come for.

The Master used a soft towel to dab at her face, cleaning the sweat off, and then offered you a wide smile. "Sorry about that," she said. "I hardly have time to work out, these days, gotta squeeze it in wherever I can."

You rolled your eyes. "I'm down for at least two different kinds of squeezing."

"Only two?" she asked, laughing. "It's that time of the week already, huh?"

You nodded. 

"Sorry, let me get your pad and-"

Raising a finger, you stopped her, giving her your own smirk. "Won't need it this time."

"Oh? You're taking me then," she said. "You know that's a special privilege," she said, cocking her hip, one hand hanging free, holding onto the towel, and resting the other on her hip, showing off her form.

"I know," you agreed. "Aren't I magnanimous, in giving it to you?"

She laughed openly, caught by surprise. "Every time you surprise me," she said, looking you up and down, walking towards you. She sniffed a little, as she did, and as she approached, she made it evident she was smelling you. "You saw Medea before coming here, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes," you admitted. "I had to talk to her about something, since she's way more knowledgeable about the whole mysticism and occult stuff," you said.

"Oh? You've got plans then," she said. "What've you got for me?"

You hummed, and pulled something out of your pocket. A coin, attached to a simple and thin brown rope. "You in for some hypnosis?"

She laughed. "That it?"

Nodding, you began playing with the coin, tossing it in the air and catching it, then swinging it around on its rope. "Yeah. I got curious. Medea said that I should at least be able to do some fun stuff with this, if you're willing to cooperate anyway."

"Sounds fun to me," she said. "I trust you not to go too far or do anything too crazy," she said, giving a thumbs up.

You laughed with a nod. "Thanks for the confidence," you said, tying the end of the rope around your middle finger on your right hand and letting it dangle.

"Right here?" the master asked. "You don't want me to take a shower or something first?"

You shook your head. "You look fantastic just like that," you said. And she did. Her outfit somewhat oddly reminded you of a series you'd watched long ago - what was it called? It was a something-suit. Plugsuit? Maybe. It was orange, skintight, and emphasized her natural curves, showing off every bit of her body. She might not be the most voluptuous woman in the facility, but she was just as beautiful.

"Alright, if you say so," she laughed.

"Now, look at the coin," you said, "and listen to my voice... focus on the movement of the coin," you said, "and think of nothing but my voice..."

Medea's instructions were simple - talk, in a calm, but firm tone, speak clearly and instruct her to focus on the coin.

You moved your hand a little, and the coin followed, soon beginning to swing like a pendulum. Her golden eyes tracked it, a smile on her face as she performed the instructions as you relayed them. "Keep looking, just like that, keep tracking it, think of nothing but the coin, moving, back and forth, back and forth, it moves back, and it moves forth, keep looking..."

Each swing, her eyes seemed to grow a little duller, her smile a little more vapid. The way Medea'd explained it, with each swing, her focus would be more and more on the coin, and the drone of your voice would be lost in the background.

"That's good, keep looking, back and forth, back and forth..."

Being repetitive and firm was key, maintaining a consistent tone was important, and most of all, you had to make sure to keep going for several minutes, with consistent and calm movement and speech.

For what felt like an eternity, you continued to instruct her to focus on nothing but the coin.

"Can you hear me?" you asked. "If you can hear me, reply Yes, Master..."

"Yes, Master..." she muttered.

Well - actually that was okay. You'd be the master for tonight, and she would be the hypnosis-addled servant.

"That's right..." you muttered. "Empty that head of yours, feed all your thoughts into the coin, all of it, your entire mind, and watch it swing back and forth..."

She didn't respond, dull eyes tracking the coin still.

"With each swing, parts of your mind fly off, at the peak of every arch, more and more of your thoughts get lost, until there's nothing, but the coin, swinging, back and forth, back and forth..."

"Nothing... but... the... coin..." she muttered. "Thoughts... thoughts..."

You smiled. "From now on, you don't think, you listen," you said.

"Yes... master," she said. "I do not think. I listen."

Your smile grew into a full blown grin. Hypnosis... it was easier than you thought! Well, it probably helped that she had seemed to be enthusiastic about it herself. Apparently this sort of stuff only worked on the willing in the first place. Not that you were really that interested in that sort of stuff...

Why would you be, when you had someone this beautiful in so many ways, willing to let you have your way with them?

You swung your hand in front of her face. She didn't react. It seemed her reflexes were dulled, as well. 

"Right... right," you said, nodding. 

The problem was... now... what to do?

First was a classic, obviously... "Get on your knees," you ordered.

She did as you said, dropping to her knees quickly, and you were glad the floor of the gym was padded for those who practiced martial arts, otherwise that could've hurt.

Not that she seemed to care.

"Pull my cock out of my pants," you continued, and she did so, hands grasping at your pants and the underwear, and pulling them down swiftly, quickly pulling them under your knees, and at your ankles... well, no reason not to just kick them off at this point.

You stood, at half mast - these days it was hard not to be stiff in her presence sometimes - and smiled. "Grab it..."

Fortunately, she didn't need instructions. Her sexual prowess seemed to exist even at a subconscious level, because she touched you softly, almost lovingly. 

"Service me sexually to the best of your ability," you ordered.

"Yes, master," she muttered, opening her mouth, except instead of your cock, she first went for your balls, almost but not quite popping one of them into her mouth and sucking strongly, lapping at it with her tongue, even as she stroked your quickly stiffening member, servicing you with all her love and care, with neither shame nor restraint, lavishing attention upon your balls with her tongue until you were fully and completely hard, and throbbing in her hand.

She licked her way up your shaft, lapping softly at your length, the tip of her tongue tickling at your shaft's veins, until she reached the tip, took the glans into her mouth, capturing you in the wet warmth within, and began sucking strongly, almost feeling like she was trying to suck your soul out.

Not a moment later she returned to stroking, at the same time playing with your balls, softly toying with them, almost lovingly, applying just enough pressure for you to feel it, but not so much as to hurt, and at the same time her slim, soft fingers curved around your shaft, stroking at the same time as she sucked on your tip.

One of the fingers on the hand that was playing with your balls began to move, caressing your perineum and slipping between your cheeks, teasing at your anus, her palm now massaging your balls as she began to service all your erogenous zones simultaneously, sucking, stroking, caressing, licking, it was a cornucopia of pleasure, pleasure quickly blanking out your thoughts.

"Don't... swallow..!" you ordered, as you felt yourself quickly reaching your limit - no matter how much you did it, the overwhelming pleasure that the women of Chaldea visited upon you during sex was always intensely difficult to withstand, and the Master was an expert among experts, she was absolutely an enemy that could not be defied.

Your balls throbbed, and despite everything else, she didn't stop her service, continuing to pleasure you all the way until your cock twitched in her grip, and you began pouring your semen into her mouth, the thick fluids quickly filling her mouth up, causing her cheeks to puff up. She choked a little, not swallowing any, as you had ordered, as you jizzed more and more into her mouth - some of it overflowed from the corners of her lips, and it began to dribble down onto her outfit.

Watching her be sloppy like this - it was something you would only be able to see through hypnotic tricks. Ironic, that you needed to have her put under hypnosis just to see her be any less perfect when having sex.

Still, panting, you pulled your dick out, commanding her to "stop," firmly... as firm as you could anyway. "Open your mouth, show me," you ordered.

She did as commanded, and opened her mouth to show you the mixture of your thick white cum and her saliva. 

"Swirl it up, savor it."

She did so, her tongue sometimes poking out of the pool of white, sticky seed in her mouth, as she began to taste it, play with it, making it spin in her mouth... it was a weird thing to see, to say the least.

You grinned. "Collect it in your hands..." you said, making a cup with them to show her, and she did as you showed her, cupping her hands before her mouth, and letting it drop. She held it there, then. "Is your outfit's crotch openable?"

It... had to be, right? It was a bodysuit, and that meant if she needed to go to the bathroom...

"Yes," she said. She looked down - the outfit had a white part that covered her tummy, and it was mostly organe. Her crotch, however, was covered again by orange. "That part can be removed easily."

You nodded. "Stand up," you ordered.

She nodded, standing up, not a drop spilling from the semen in her hands. As her hands were busy, you reached towards her crotch yourself, and running your finger down its sides, you found where it was attached - seemed to be some sort of velcro? 

With a hard pull, it opened up, revealing her panties underneath. White, with a pink bow at the front. Cute.

"Pour the cum down your panties," you ordered.

She nodded - you held them open for her to do so, using your finger to give her enough space to do so. She let the sticky fluids drip from your hand towards her crotch, quickly staining her panties - already fairly wet with her own juices. It took a bit of time to fully drip the contents of her hands into her crotch, but soon enough, she was done, pouring the entirety of your load where it belonged. You let the panties get back into place, and put her costume's crotch part back into place.

"When you hear the sound of my fingers snapping," you said, "your consciousness will return, and you won't remember a single thing that just happened."

"Yes, master," she said.

"Fetch my underwear and pants and dress me," you commanded.

Dully, she did so, moving precisely, though there was a definite lack of the confidence and swagger the Master moved with. In some ways, it was a distinctly less sexy walk, and in others, the fact that you had so much control only made it sexier.

Her simple, uneager but efficient, service was nice, and it didn't turn you on, instead, she just dressed you and even tucked you back into your pants properly.

Fully dressed, you pulled out the coin again, and put it in front of her. "Look at this coin and think only about this coin..." you began the process again.

"Yes, master..." she muttered, already losing herself to the coin once more.

You nodded. "You will return to yourself on three, on two," you raised your fingers, "on one-"

And then you snapped your fingers, and her eyes were bright, cheery, and full of life again. "Alright, I'm ready for- Oh- ooooh, I feel all soaked and weird," she said, hands grabbing at her crotch. She moaned. "You- you creampied me?" she asked.

You laughed. "No, not quite," you said. 

She licked her lips. "Ah-" she blinked. "Wow. That's- actually pretty fun. I can taste you, but I don't remember blowing you - and I can feel your cum all over... well, my everything," she giggled. "What did you do?"

"Oh, nothing much," you said. 

She hummed. "You made me super horny, I hope you're ready to take responsibility for that!" she said, smiling, hands on her hips. "You can't leave me all soaked and ready to go..."

However, as she said that, a man with a clipboard in his hands, in white pants and a green and black shirt, came into the gym. "Master! We've got a situation that requires your urgent attention!"

She looked at him. Then at you.

"This isn't over," she said, sighing.

You smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

"Sorry to interrupt your spar, but- this is important," the employee said.

"I understand, don't worry about it," she said. "I'll call you when I've got some time," she said. "Come on, let's go - where's do you need me?" she said, as she quickly and briskly walked with the employee.

You wondered, then, what the future held for you now...