Diana Wu

Diana Wu

I reread the text for the tenth time. Trying to figure out who this person is. Why they are telling me what to wear and where to go. I tried to ignore the text, but my body took over. I look over myself, checking out my outfit in the mirror.

I have not worn these clothes in years, not since my interview at the hospital. But not only that, the amount of cleavage showing is something I would never do, especially without a bra. Luckily the skirt is long enough to get away with wearing no panties.

My body starts moving again, heading towards the front door of the house. Reaching out to grab my bag, I try to grab a jacket, but my body doesn’t allow it. I begin to really freak out, not knowing why this is happening and why I am unable to stop myself.

Leaving the house, heading towards my car, my eyes go wide in fear. My daughter pulling into the driveway, being dropped off by her boyfriend. I know she sees me; sees how I am dressed. The smirk on her boyfriend’s face shows he sees me as well.

My body not stopping, even as she calls out to me from the car. I do my best to ignore her, telling myself not to look at her. Getting in the car, driving off quickly, heading to this unknown destination. I do my best to drive safely, not wanting to get pulled over.

Pulling up to the house in question. I try to stop myself from getting out, but my body once again takes over. Walking up to the door, I let myself in. I hear noises coming from a side room, so I head in that direction. Since my body won’t let me leave.

Walking in, I can’t believe what I see. A blonde woman, wearing heels and stockings, along with some very revealing lingerie. Her arms are above her head, cuffed to a rope that is attached to the ceiling. Her eyes are closed and I can make out some moaning and whimpering.

An older woman, half naked, appears to be passed out on the couch. While a young man sits naked next to her, stroking quite a large hard cock. He appears to be watching the blonde, while pushing buttons on a remote.

He finally notices me, “Welcome Diana, come sit here beside me.” I do as he says, despite not wanting to have any part of this.

“So, Diana, I am sure you are wondering what is going on.” Well, that is an understatement. I have seen porn, but what I am seeing here, is more than anything I have seen before.

“You see, Rachel here has been very bad. So, she is being punished.” He says with a grin, then messing with the remote, I hear a loud buzzing coming from the blonde. “I have toys inside her pussy and ass, controlling them is a lot of fun. Especially since she is unable to orgasm.”

Unable to orgasm, what does he mean, how is he able to keep her from orgasming. Then again, how did he make me come here, dressed like this.

“To answer your question, I am able to hypnotize people. All I do is show them my cock and they go into a trance.” I look at him, not able to comprehend what he is telling me. “Once in a trance, I am able to give said person commands that they have to follow.”

Then it all becomes clear, that is what he did to me, why I am here, why I am dressed this way. This young man hypnotized me, but when.

“It was at yoga a couple days ago. I found you and another woman that I now control. The reason I picked you two is because you are attractive, married and fertile.” That last word hits me, he said fertile, does he, no he can’t, not that.

“Yes that, I am going to breed you, Diana.” I try to scream, try to get up and run, but I can’t, I can’t move, can’t talk. Why can’t I talk, why can’t I yell. Then I remember the text he said, the final words, ‘Don’t Speak.’