Short Story: Erotica Writer

Female's Point of View - ​Hypnosis

I love mind control erotica. 

I craved it. Needed it... I even had a preferred author. His stories had a way of reaching into my mind... Into my body... Taking hold of my arousal as I read his powerful words.

His scenes made me hot beyond measure. As if the simple act of reading his words could somehow give him the ability to reach out and control my pleasure. Make it his as he played with it. I loved that I felt so helpless when I read his stories.

Even if they weren’t about me, I felt like he was writing to arouse me... To control me...

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After a year of following his work, I decided to contact him. To get to know him. Our conversations were just as erotic as I discovered just how sexy and erotic he was. I was so delighted to confirm that his mind was just as exquisite as his stories.

I eventually decided to meet him face to face. I was so excited...

The first few meetings were very civil and proper. Even if his strong voice made me feel just as weak and delicious as his written words. I somehow managed to keep my arousal under control and didn’t push things.

But I guess he felt it in me anyway... 

One evening, he offered me a private reading of a special story he was writing. One he hadn’t published yet. I was so excited! I couldn’t wait to read it and he knew it.

We got to his place and he poured me a glass of wine as he gave me the hand written papers. I felt so honor to be able to be privy to this stage in his writing. I sipped my glass as the story told of a woman that was made to read a script. The words from the page guided her down an erotic path that captivated her mind. I couldn’t help picturing myself in her place... Feeling the words take hold of my mind as I slipped into an obedient trance...

When I woke up the next morning, I was forced to realized that the story really was about me. I was so excited! I smiled as I remembered a few flashes from the night before. Giddy to admit that his hypnotic skills weren't all fantasy.

I smiled as I realized I felt a new burning desire to live with him. A sort of undeniable compulsion I wasn't going to resist. I bit my lower lip as I understood that he would keep hypnotizing me over and over again... Until my world revolved around his pleasure... His inspiration...

I slowly got up from the bed as I accepted the fact that he had been looking for a Muse to help stimulate his creative juices. A Muse to nurture his arousal and imagination as he strove to write erotic stories for his readers. A Muse he could wake up with... A Muse he could enjoy...

I smiled as I saw him sitting as his desk, writing away...

He wanted a Muse he could claim. A Muse he could train...

I licked my lips and felt my pussy throb as I realized that he wanted ME to be that Muse...