Short Story: Making my Perfect Girl

Male's Point of View - Bimbo - Hypnosis - Technology

​"So... Pretty.... So... Relaxing...” she said as she stared helplessly into my special therapy light. “I can’t... Look... Away...”

“Very good Catherine... Just keep sinking deeper and deeper...”  I said softly.

“Yes... Deeper...” she said softly.
“Very good Catherine... Just let your mind relax as you let the light wash over you... Calm you... Relax you...”

“Relax...” she whispered.

"Now... Count down from one hundred. Slowly feel yourself sink ever deeper into the light as you count down for me...”

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“100... 99... 98...” she started to softly count as her gaze stayed fixed on the light.
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I sat back and moved my pants a little to make room for my raging erection. Catherine Pierce... The girl of my dreams... I could hardly believe that she had finally come to my home.

That she was finally mine...

“78... 77... 76... 75...” she whispered.

3 years I’ve waited patiently for this exquisite moment. 3 years of careful planning and subtle guidance to transform Catherine into the perfect woman. After my initial research, I made a breakthrough that would help me realize my fantasy. It took another 6 months before I was able to get a working prototype, but I had done it.

“50... 49... 48... 47...” she whispered.

When I finally confirmed  the properties of my special light, I had to contain myself. The power it afforded me... It was intoxicating. 

“36... 35... 34... 33...” she whispered.

I suddenly had the means to place anyone I wanted into a deep state of trance that opened up their minds in a way they could barely resist. No one could resist the captivating pull they felt as they gazed into the light. No one... Naturally, my hornier self wasted no time in enjoying that special blend of power. But I soon discovered that it wasn’t really what I was looking for.

“24... 23... 22... 21...” Catherine's lips murmured.

For all the girls and fun I managed to have, I always felt like I was settling for less. Which was strange in a way I couldn't define. I searched and played with more than my share of exotic and sexy girls, but I always felt the same. Until one day, chance brought me face to face with my high school crush. I never acted on my feelings for her since it was clear I was just a friend in her eyes. But now that I had my special light, I couldn't resist my desires and took her.

“16... 15... 14... 13...” Catherine said.

Once she had fallen under the light’s merciless effects, I was ready to take her. Claim her... But in a moment of incredible clarity, I saw other possibilities. Catherine wasn’t just some other girl to me. She had been my first infatuation. A girl I had never quite gotten over. A girl I still wanted... Badly... She was... Priceless...

“10... 9... 8... 7...” Catherine whispered softly.

I still remember looking at her average body and soft face while battling my inner urge to make her fuck me. She was cute in a girl next door kind of way and that's what had caught my eye so many years ago. She took care of herself just enough to be healthy and cute. As satisfying as taking her would have been, I wanted more from her...

“4... 3... 2... 1...” She trailed off as her pupils dilated.

Her vacant stare seemed to glaze over as the deep trance took hold of her pliant mind. I looked at the results of my efforts and couldn’t believe how well it had worked. 

“Can you hear me Catherine?” I said as I caressed her cheek.

“Yeeeesss...” she said.

Yes, 2 years ago, I decided to claim Catherine as my own. But... To make things even better for us both, I decided I wouldn’t claim her right away. Instead, I enacted a plan that would slowly change what she wanted and how she saw herself. 

“Do you recognize my voice?” I asked.

“Yeess...” she said slowly. “You are... The voice... In my... Dreams...”

That night, I started to implant thoughts and desires in her head. Gone were the concepts of simply being healthy. Gone were the thoughts of pursuing a career of her own.

Instead, she would have a deep desire to make herself as fit and beautiful as she possibly could. Instead of shying away from compliments about her beauty, she would crave them. Instead of viewing models as vain, she would start admiring them and their perfect figures.

“That’s right Catherine... And how do you feel when you hear my voice?”

“I feel...” she said softly. “Safe... Aroused... Sexy...”

She didn’t remember or notice, but we kept contact ever since that faithful day. Her mind would never notice it when I called her. She would never remember our conversation as I put her under with a few choice words.
She would never be aware when she picked up the phone on certain nights to call me and listen to my recorded voice as she slept.

“And why do you feel safe, aroused and sexy?”

“Because...” she said with a hint of a smile. “Your voice... Encouraged me... Trusted me... Guided me... So I could have... The strength... To reach... My goal... My dream...”

Every week, I thought I would cave and tell her to come to me. Every day she called me and I heard her soft voice, I wanted to claim her. Every time she told me about how hard she worked out and how much she changed for me, I was forced to reign in my lust for her.

I had to be patient because I knew it would be so much better to wait for her to be perfect.

“Your dream... Tell me what that dream is Catherine.”

“I dream to be...” she whispered. “To be as beautiful... As I can be... I dream to be... Desired above all others... I dream to be... Worthy of the voice's desire...”

Slowly but surely, I drilled into her mind a self image of herself she couldn’t resist. Session after session, I guided and encouraged her towards the vision of beauty I wanted her to become. The onslaught of my constant presence and commands took root into the deepest recesses of her subconscious. Slowly changing her... 

Looking at the finished product, I had to admit that I was right to wait. Catherine looked more desirable than I could ever have hoped for. She sculpted her body in a way that was breathtakingly exquisite. The cute girl next door was gone.

Catherine had become the embodiment of my sexual desires.

And my voice had guided her every step of the way. It complimented her when she achieved goals as well as pushed her hard when she thought it was too much. My voice became a source of praise and comfort she never knew existed, but constantly relied on. It became the concrete foundation on which her mind build on to achieve her dream.

Until now.

“Why do you dream of being worthy of the voice's desire?”

“Because...” she said. “Your voice... Has been with me... Forever... Your voice... Is the only thing I crave... I dream... Of listening to your voice... Every day... Every night...”

Of course... Her body wasn’t the only thing I had her work on. Not only did she desired above all else to become the physical beauty I wanted her to be, she also wanted to transform herself to act and feel like my dream girl. That require a whole different set of guidance, but she was eager to listen and obey. 

“Why do you wish to listen to my voice so badly Catherine?”

“Because...” she said with another hint of a smile. “I want to feel it... For real... I want it... To guide me... I want it to... Control me...”

The culmination of all that subtle guidance and intense change was right there, a few feet from me. If she had come to my door, it meant her mind was finally ready to accept what I had done to her.  In the deepest parts of her psyche, she accepted my voice as an absolute guiding force of her life. If she was here today, it meant that her conscious mind was prime and ready to know the truth.

One last question remained...

“If you want my voice to control you, it means you want to submit yourself to it’s authority. It means you wish my voice to take over your life and dictate your dreams and desires. It means you wish my voice to own you body and mind. Is that what you wish Catherine? Truly? Do you wish to submit completely to my voice? Even if doing so means you relinquish your free will?”

There was a pause before she answered. Even as deeply hypnotized as she was, I was amazed to see her take a small breath. As if to steady her nerves...

“Yeeesss...” she said with a hint of a moan. “That's what I want... I wish your voice... To own me...”

I smiled. Finally... She was truly ready to be mine... My perfect girl... My priceless treasure...

“Then it shall be so... Listen to my voice and know that once you awaken, the block preventing you from remembering who I am will be lifted. Once you awaken, you will finally know who the commanding voice belongs to. Once you awaken, you will understand and accept me as the one you submit to. Once you awaken...” I said as I licked my lips. “You will finally see me as the one that owns you.”

All that pent up lust and careful planning had driven her to wish she was mine. Her hard work and intense dedication had slowly transformed her into the girl I had dreamed about owning.

I almost caved so many times as I heard her voice... Pictured her body... Fantasized about her talents...

But I didn’t because every time we talked, I saw how hard she was pushing herself. I delighted in the things her hypnotized mind told me she did to train herself. I had sent her down this path and I just had to see if she could reach the end of it.

And she did.

“You will count down from 3 and when you reach 0, the light will turn off and you will awaken feeling refreshed and calm. Do you understand?”

“Yees...” she whispered.

“Begin.” I said as I moved next to the light.

“3... 2... 1...0...” she said.

And I turned off the light. I watched as she blinked a few times to chase away the sleepiness. She finally focused on me and smiled.

“Oh hey Dave!” she said as she recognized me. "Long time no see!"

I smiled and brought my hands to her face. 

“What are you...” she trailed off as I cupped her soft cheeks and looked deep into her eyes.

“You are mine Catherine.” I simply said.

She gasped as she suddenly made the connection between my voice and my face. Her pupils dilated and contracted within a few seconds as her view of me changed and aligned itself with what her subconscious already knew to be true.

I didn’t know what to expect.

But I didn’t expect her to tear up.

And smile.

“It... It was you...” she said as her hands came up to my face. "The voice I kept dreaming about... It was you!"

“Yes Catherine.” I said.

Her smile was so warm. So intense... It wasn’t fear I saw in her eyes. It was pure joy...

“Does this mean...” she said, trying to contain her emotions. “That...  That I'm beautiful then?”

I smiled softly at her.

“Yes Catherine... You are incredibly beautiful and that’s why I wanted to own you. Claim you...”

“Oh god...” she moaned. “Yes... Claim me... I’m... I’m yours...”

I smiled and kissed her. All other thoughts left us both as the pent up arousal we both felt ignited a fire that consumed us. The passion and pleasure we experienced that first night was nothing short of divine. No words can truly describe the bliss she felt at feeling my desire for her no more than verses could describe the heights of my satisfaction.

She had worked so hard to become my perfect girl and I was going to savor every last exquisite inch of her. Her soft skin... Her supple curves... Her enhanced chest... Her talented lips... My hunger for her was only matched by her complete and utter devotion to the man that had guided her. She never knew how much she trained herself and I delighted in the surprised looks she kept having when her abilities to please me finally manifested. 

I relish every last part of the woman she has become just as she savors every praise I whisper to her...