Short Stories - A Master's Holiday

Male's Point of View - Hypnosis

This is what greeted me as I awoke from a restless night.
​I had been up at all hours because my latest conquest still needed so much training... I needed my rest, but I also needed to give her what she needed. Which meant that I couldn't go to bed until way too late.

No sleep for the wicked I suppose...

But morning didn't feel relaxing at all and it made me very cranky. I kept hearing giggling and shuffling all around my bed. 

I remember thinking it was strange, since I couldn’t recall having invited any of my slaves over the night before. My latest conquest had left for her home late last night. No one else was scheduled to be at my home until the next day.

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I search the web for girls that crave to submit. After I contact them and verify she really wants it, I have multiples hypnosis sessions where I slowly bring her under my sway. As she wishes... As she desires... Making her feel exactly what she wants...

And now, my online life has slowly become my real one.

It is very time consuming. A lot of work goes into making a submissive girl bloom into what she secretly wants to be.  Sure I indulge my own desires, but I do it mostly for them. I love to watch them flourish as they embrace the submission. But to reach it, it takes a lot out of me. That's why I need my rest.

That's why I was cranky. 

I open my eyes and this is what I see.

“GOOD MORNING MASTER!!!” They all say at once. 

“What is this?” I asked groggily.

“Cherry contacted us!” (She was my first redhead) “She told us all about how stressed and tired you were. So we all agreed.”

“Agreed?" I said, more than a little confused. "Agreed to what?”

“To give you a Master’s Holiday!”

“And what would that be?”

“You work so hard for us... We decided you needed to relax and enjoy yourself. So today... You get ALL of us! We are at your service Master! No whimpering needs or demands... No requests... We all vowed to make your pleasure and relaxation our top priority!”

“Wow...” was all I could say as I looked at their smiling faces.

Who was I to refuse such a thoughtful gift?