You Can Trust Me

“Oh, hi… it’s Mark right?”

Mark Louden looked up from his mail and smiled, “Hi, hello… I want to say, Devin?”

He knew her name, you couldn’t help but remember her and everything about her. Devin DeSaint was not a woman anyone would forget.

She smiled at him, hazel eyes bright and smiling, long black hair falling in loose waves down over her shoulder, and Mark made a point to keep eye contact with her, which both wasn’t hard, and was a tremendous effort. Devin was a beautiful woman, younger than him by a few years, and just impressively attractive. Smooth, soft glowing skin, gentle, full lips, a narrow nose and when he made eye contact with her, her whole face smiled back at him, including those bright eyes.

“Oh, you remember me,” she was wearing black leggings and a long sleeved pale pink top that was somehow both loose and tight at the same time. He didn’t look down because Devin was just tremendously well endowed. That’s how her top was tight and loose at teh same time. “It’s been so long since we’ve gotten to talk, and I really liked talking to you at the building’s, whatever it was.” 

Mark couldn’t think of a better way to describe her than that she looked like she could have been a porn star, and for all he knew, she might have been. They hadn’t gotten a chance to talk very long at the building’s inaugural potluck mixer because his then girlfriend immediately made up a reason to pull him away when she saw them talking.

And honestly, he couldn’t blame her. Even though Devin had been showing very little skin just like she was now, it was impossible not to notice her figure, because she didn’t just have massive breasts, she was also lithe, long legged, had a firm, round ass, and a tight, narrow waist.

She really did look like a porn star, but he hadn’t been flirting… if you could manage to talk to her and not flirt.

“Yeah, I uh,” he smiled “it was good getting to meet you too. I’m sorry we didn’t have a lot of time to talk.” She was radiant, and it seemed like something she could turn on and off, and right now it was turned on and focused on him. “How have you been, what’s new?”

“Oh, you know,” she smiled and went to her mail box a few slots down from him. It was a new building, a nice building, not too big, not too small, enough units where he could probably ignore having to do anything HOA related. “Just on vacation right now. A little extra time off to wind down. You know how it goes, don’t you?”

She looked over at him as she closed her mail box, a few pieces of junk mail in her hand. He noticed that her nails were painted black and… that her large nipples were pressed against the thin fabric of her top. He hadn’t meant to look, but they were just there. And her top was… it was thin enough that he could actually see her cleavage, he could almost see the entirety of her breasts through the light fabric.

“Yeah,” he stood there for a second slightly dumbfounded. “I uh, yeah… I know how it goes.”

They were just so big, and she was just so pretty and had a real force of personality, a real charisma that was focused right at him… along with her nipples.

“It’s really important,” she was fully facing him, one arm down by her side, her other arm with her hand full of junk mail crossed under her chest hefting her tits ever so… he was really trying not to notice… slightly, “that we all get better at self care, you know? It’s just so obvious that we all need to do a better job of centering ourselves and making time to decompress and relax before we burn out, don’t you think? I mean, do you ever get burnout?”

She had the softest eyes, deep, and calm, and caring and the way she talked to him, the way she asked him, it felt like she must be an empathic person, or just terribly sweet, and it was… flustering, but in a good way.

“You know,” she used her free hand to brush her long hair back and in doing so seemed to also thrust her chest forward and he realized that one of her nipples had a piercing, and it was now even more distracting than before. “Burnout isn’t just for people with high stress jobs, or people that can’t handle stress, or anything like that. You can get burnt out doing what you love, and you can trust me on that. That’s why we all need time to really just disengage, to take a deep breath in and out, to find time to really just breathe in and out, mark, deep and slow, and let go.”

She was so magnetic and captivating, and he found himself taking a deep breath, thinking about how nice it would be to really relax and have some time, and when he let the deep breath out and found himself focusing on his breathing, he did feel a little bit of relaxation and calm moving through his body. 

“See, I knew you’d understand, Mark, I knew you’d get it. You know how important it is to let yourself relax and just find some quiet, some deep and calming quiet whenever we can, so our minds can sort of drift, you know? Like finding something soothing, like a hot bath, for the body, and for the mind, just warm water washing away all the tension in your mind, moving through the body, and then back into your mind the more your shoulders relax and your jaw unclinches… the way your neck loosens as you take another deep and breath… breathing in and out…”

Her free hand was in front of her breasts, moving up and down in time with her own breath and her words, “Deep and slow… really giving yourself a moment of calm, deep and soothing calm that we all need. And it’s funny…”

Her bright eyes caught his gaze, help his eyes and he felt his whole body loosening as he hung on her every word.

 “I was just thinking about taking a bath, a nice hot bath I could really just lower myself into, just so I could sink into the special, wet, soothing warmth of the water. I just feel so relaxed, so instantly and totally relaxed as I submerge myself down, Mark, down into the gentle, welcoming heat. I just love to lose myself in the heat. It feels like time just fades away when you really relax, right Mark?”

He had, as he listened to her, been completely unable to keep her wet, naked body out of his mind when she was talking about taking a bath. He imagined her skin, slick with wet and heat, sometimes naked in the clear water, flickering back and forth with images of her rubbing herself down, soaping up… but as he imagined her with her hair piled up moaning with relief and the pleasure of the heat, he realized that he had both zoned out a bit and that his eyes had fallen back to her remarkable breasts.

Devin didn’t seem to notice, or mind if she did, and she just kept talking to him, bright eyes welcoming and inviting his gaze back to meet hers. The warm and welcoming calm in her eyes and the softness and sweetness in her voice… as well as the pressing, massive softness of her breasts… it was so easy to let his eyes drift back down to them as he took another deep, slow… 

“That’s it, in and out, deep and slow, just relax Mark. You need it as much as I do, and 

really, I’m just in the middle of letting myself let go from the top of my head, down to the tips of my toes, feeling my whole self disengaging as the relaxation washes over me… like being in warm hot water… like sinking and soaking down into the feeling more and more with every breath… and it feels so good to let go and relax Mark. Everyone that lives in this building is probably carrying so much tension… we all need to let go, you and I both really need to just turn the outside world off.”

She paused and took a very deep, very slow breath and this time she raised both hands up as she breathed in, then pushed them down as she breathed out, and he mirrored her breathing as his eyes watched her chest rise, then fall and bounce, and it took focus, real focus and energy to pull his eyes away from her barely covered breasts and look back into her bright hazel eyes… that were so soft, and so warm, eyes that smiled at him as he smiled at her, feeling calm, and disconnected, completely focused on her, waiting for her next words.

“Sometimes when your mind is ready to disengage it just feels good to feel everything else fade away, and it’s natural to relax… and let go, and I’d love it if you came over and talked with me a little more…” She smiled at him, “because it seems like you’d love to sit down and rest, and relax, and talk with me. I feel like we connected but never really got to connect, and I feel like we’re really connecting now. And sometimes a deep connection… when you just feel like you can instantly let go… where you feel the sparks of trust, and safety… it just feels so natural to open up… and just let go Mark… and let yourself feel safe, and trusting… it can make the last of your tension fade away, when you come back with me to my condo now, okay Mark?”

“I um…” he was going to do something, maybe go somewhere or… it didn’t seem so important anymore and Devin was so warm, and beautiful, and soft… such soft, heavy breasts he couldn’t keep his eyes off. She’d been talking to him and he’d been looking into her eyes, then he was blinking, feeling the tension fading away from his mind, and his eyes kept dropping, heavy, like her heavy breasts. “I… okay Devin, I would love to finally get to talk to you more.”

It was all true too, he’d been hoping to run into her, to see her ever since he and his ex broke up. Who wouldn’t want to spend time with her.

“Good,” she turned and looked over her shoulder and smiled, “follow me.”

She had a great ass too, and he did follow her down the hall and through her door. He had his mail in his hand and stopped, then she smiled at him and laughed, “Just set it down there and come sit with me.”

His mail went on top of hers and then he was sitting on her couch next to her.

“I should warn you, this is a magic couch.” She smiled at him and batted her eyes softly as they looked at each other, their knees touching, and his eyes struggling not to fall to her chest. “Once you sit down on it, it’s impossible to get up.”

He adjusted a little, “It is comfortable.”

She brushed her hair back, “It is, and you’ll start noticing now that you are feeling nice and comfortable that your whole body can just start to melt into to. You can notice that the softness under you just feels like it’s pulling you in nice and slowly and you’ll even start to feel yourself sinking into it.” Her bright eyes had managed to catch his gaze and hold his focus even as it seemed like she was thrusting her chest out.

“You’ll start to feel your whole body just shifting in itself, dropping down into itself, then sort of sliding down into the softness, and once that happens you’ll start feeling that softness spreading up into you. It has this way of touching the most exhausted parts of your body and mind, and just sort of telling you, all of you, that you can finally just let go. You can just feel your whole body going limp and loose now… soft and squishy as a pillow… and too loose and limp to even try and move anymore…” 

She moved in closer to him, pressing her body against his, her huge tits pushing into his arm as she leaned in close to whisper in his ear, “just like magic.”

Mark ‘s whole body turned to mush and she kissed his cheek as it did, “Doesn’t that feel so good? It’s just draining all the tension out of your body, and you could try and move right now if you wanted to, but it’ll just feel like you’re too heavy, too heavy and stuck to my magic couch. And the best part is, the most wonderful and relaxing part is that the more you try and move, the faster and faster it’ll just drain all the tension and brain power right out of your head. You’ll just feel how warm, and heavy, and stuck your body is and your brain will just give in and go along too. You’ll just be stuck, and loose, and limp, and quiet inside… quiet and slow… slow and empty… empty and blank… blank and brainless, but that’s okay, because you can trust me.”

He watched her stand up off of the couch and stand right on front of him. “You just sit right there and try not to close your eyes and drift off to sleep, I have something I want to show you.” Her hips started swaying and she started rubbing her hands down her chest. “You just sit there and watch me, feeling yourself getting more and more stuck now. Just sink into it…”

She pealed her top off, letting her massive tits fall free, and started rubbing them and pushing them together as he stared up at her and let out a little moan. His whole body was loose and limp except for the part of him that was starting to stand upright in his pants, especially when she started playing with her pierced nipple, her hips still swaying, her body undulating, and then her leggings came off and so did her panties.

“I wish you could stand up and touch me,” she swayed closer to him, “I’ve been dreaming of you worshiping my tits since I met you, but…” she slid a hand between her legs and teased herself, “you just can’t move right now, well, most if you can’t move… just like you can’t take your tired, heavy, sleepy eyes off of me. But it’s funny, because the more you watch my dance… the more you watch me move and see my tits swaying back and forth just like this, the heavier and sleepier your eyelids are getting.”

He couldn’t really talk and he kept blinking. Mark did try to look away, just like he tried to lift his arms or shift forward on his feet, but all he could do was sink deeper into the couch and watch her lithe, naked body, with her heavy, beautiful, bouncing, swaying tits dance in front of him.

“Mmmm, that’s it, keep trying… keep pushing, and notice how much sleepier you’re getting, feeling your horny cock getting so thick and hard while the rest of your body goes loose and limp, and your mind starts drifting down into sleep. And it’s okay to lose yourself in this moment, to lose control and just surrender to these feelings, because you trust me Mark. Your mind feels it, your body feels it, your cock wants it… trust me and just feel your eyes close. Trust me and feel your whole body go soft and loose and limp and numb. Trust me Mark, I’ll take such good care of you when you give in completely.”

His eyes closed.

“I’m so proud of you, Mark. You’re doing so well, and your cock’s getting so hard. I love seeing it down there getting so thick for me. Try and take it out of your pants for me now so I can wrap my tits around it. Try and pull that cock out so I can suck it, then show you how slick you’re making me by trusting me so much.”

He couldn’t open his eyes and he couldn’t speak, and when he tried to move his hand he twitched a little then just sat there frozen and silent in the dark.

“Mmmm, good boy, you’re making me so wet right now, showing me you trust me enough to just listen and obey me. I really want you to listen and obey me, Mark, because it makes my pussy so wet. I think obedience gets your cock hard too. I think that just sitting there, totally helpless and open to the sound of my voice is making your cock so hard that it’s going to start feel like fucking… and it should because I’m going to tell you to open your eyes, and you will, then I’m going to keep teasing you and dancing… brainfucking you really, and you’re going to let me do it because you trust me now… you trust me to brain fuck you, and it’s going to feel like being fucked by my wet pussy until you cum in your pants.”

He felt her lean in very close to him. He could feel her heat and her energy washing over him as she leaned in close and whispered, “Open your eyes at the count of 3.. 2….”

“1, eyes open, feeling completely limp except for your cock, and completely focused on me and unable to look away now.” He watched her, helplessly entranced by her lithe swaying, pushing her tits together, lifting , and rolling them in her hands. “I want you to trust me Mark, I want you to trust me inside your head… pressing your buttons and planting little ideas in there for you to follow, and maybe even forget where they came from. I want you to trust me enough to relax all the walls inside your mind… and I want your trust in me to feel…”

She swayed close to him, the closest she’d been with his eyes open, close enough for him to reach out and cup her massive tits, or to grab her and pull her in… but as he tired to move he felt his eyes flutter and a sigh escape his lips. It felt like he was melting even more into the couch and like his whole body was as soft as the cushions, except for his raging cock.

“Pleasure,” her unpierced nipple was so close, to him, so close to his mouth, and while he was thinking about her talking about mind fucking him, there wasn’t a lot of blood flowing into his brain at that moment. “It’s going to feel so fucking good when I make you trust me… you’re going to learn to trust every single word I say when I make you cum without touching you. You won’t even touch me, either… not with your hands, not with your mouth, and not with your dick… not at first… you’ll just feel yourself watching me, powerless, helpless, frozen and hard… and you’ll keep trying to move and speak… you’re trying right now, and all it’s doing is making my mind fucking feel so much better… fucking you so much harder and faster…”

She swayed away from him again, one hand sliding between her legs to touch herself, and strangely the tone of her voice hadn’t changed since they were in the hall together. Everything she said was spoken with the same gentle, supportive and warm tone, the same friendly, disarming, soothing tone.

“It feels good to try and resist… it creates friction, and it shows you that I’m telling you the truth…” she moaned as she slid a finger in and out of herself while she played with her pierced nipple with her other hand. “And the more you believe me, the more you trust me… and the more you trust me, the more you try and resist me… because you know it’s all real… and it’s getting so hard now… so hard to keep resisting… so hard, just looking at me… eyelids getting heavy again, fluttering as you feel yourself getting so sleepy, so very sleepy, but unable to let your eyes close… unable to look away as your cock keeps reaching out to me…”

She slid her finger out of her pussy and into her mouth, “You want to taste me, you want to feel me, you want to fuck me, and you want to trust me to just slide my words deep inside you… just like you want to slide your stiff, throbbing dick deep inside me… You want to trust your mind and body to me… you want to trust me to make you cum… cum so hard… cum harder than you’ve ever cum before… when you fully open your mind and let me in…”

He moaned felt a little shudder between his legs, he was getting close to cumming in his pants and as much as he couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t deny it… she was right, whatever she was doing… she’d… she’d hypnotized him som how… she was still doing it… but he couldn’t resist what was happening and could pull himself away from the spell of her voice, or the sway of her body… let alone her magnificent breasts.

“Stop trying now… stop trying to keep those walls up, and just feel everything crumble for me… Feel the way my words are making it happen, and feel the way my body is pulling it out of you… trust me, it’ll feel so good to cum under my power… it’ll feel so good to cum under my influence, and cum to trust me… just let yourself finally cum to trust me now, Mark. You can trust me, I only want to make you feel good.”

He exploded in his pants and she just rubbed her clit and moaned, encouraging him as he did. “That’s it, doesn't that feel so good, didn’t I tell you this would happen, and doesn’t it feel like you just came harder than you’ev ever cum before.” She gasped and her hips bucked as she slid two fingers into herself. “You can trust me, you have to trust… you’ll always trust me now, I just showed you I know what I’m talking about.”

And with that she walked over to the couch, slid her slick fingers in his mouth, and said, “You’ll find that it’s too hard to make your own choices now, and impossible to resist when I tell you what to do. So just suck my sticky fingers clean and get a taste for what you’ll be having later.”

His eyes closed and rolled up into his head before she slid her fingers out of his mouth, took off his belt, and opened his pants up to pull out his sticky cock. “This is going to feel like it’s too much, but all you can do is sit there, still stuck to my magic couch, completely unable to speak or move, or do anything by yourself now.”

His body started quivering in place as she sucked and licked his cock clean, running her tongue of his soft shaft and around the head of his limp dick. He felt his body clamping itself down even as is shivered and quivered with post-orgasmic stimulation, and then she slide up on to the couch next to him and took his cock in her hand

“Listen to me very carefully Mark, the sound of my voice is the sound of truth, and truth creates trust. You trust that everything I’m saying is true, because trust just means believing in someone. You believe that I can control you, you’ve felt it happen, you’re feeling it happen now, and you believe everything I do is just to make you feel good, because it felt so fucking good to cum for me… and that was just by watching me and listening, so you know when I fuck you, you’ll cum even harder. And that’s just believing in me because you trust me… that’s all it it, and it feels so good to trust me, doesn’t it, Mark? And when you feel yourself accepting these very simple ideas, you’ll notice that your eyes will open and you can talk again, but your body’s going to stay completely loose and limp on my magic couch, except for this part.”

She gave him a smooth, vigorous series of strokes, using the wetness from her mouth as lube.

“Now tell me Mark,” she leaned in close, pressing her naked tits against his body as she kept stroking him. “What’s on your mind.” 

“You’re…” he tried to move but his whole body was still working against him even as the world came a little bit back into focus, and he did feel the softness of the couch moving up into his body again, draining his strength as he almost thought he could move his arms… all while the blood was rushing back into his cock again as her hand slowly glided up and down his shaft, her incredibly soft skin feeling wonderful, making brain yawn inside his skull, turning it into a battle to try and speak.

“You’re trying…”

She traced one finger under his cock and looked deep into his eyes, eyes that were so heavy now like the rest of his body. He felt himself tipping back down into heavy, sleepy bliss, but she stoped him, “Eyes open sleepy baby, eyes open and focused on me, what am I trying to do?”

“Hypno… you’re trying to… hypnotize me.”

She kissed him on the cheek, “I hypnotized you in the hall, so I’m not ‘trying’ to do anything, I’m just making you feel better and making up for lost time, besides…” she gave him a few more vigorous pumps, “hypnosis is so relaxing and it feels so good, you actually want me to hypnotize you… you trust me to hypnotize you… in fact, you really want me to hypnotize you because you trust me, Mark. From the first moment we met, you felt a connection with me, and you can trust me to make you feel so good and take such good care of you.”

“I don’t…”

He was struggling to move as his body chose to obey her and respond to her over his own disoriented attempts at doing… something. 

“That’s right, you don’t have to do anything, especially when your brain’s as loose and limp as your body. It’s like you can feel the trance I put your body in moving up into your mind now… like the hypnosis is coming full circle. Hypnosis starts in the mind and moves through the body, and now that it’s coming all the way up into your brain again, it means you’re completely hypnotized…completely hypnotized because you trust me completely  and you can feel me pumping deeper and deeper trance through you right now with every up…” she stroked him up, “and down…” and slid her hand back down.

He moaned and couldn’t find his words.

“Just close your eyes again Mark, close your sleepy, heavy eyes, and rest now. Thinking’s too hard. Talking’s too hard, and this thick, hard cock is just too hard for me, isn’t it? It’s gets too hard for me, and it makes it impossible for you to remember anything I say or do too you. It all just slips deep inside your mind, and you don’t remember, but that’s okay because you trust me completely now. You trust me to take control and keep fucking your mind with my body and with my hypnosis.”

It was like a quiet semi-transparent layer of darkness drifted over everything, fogging over his awareness and his inner sense of what was happening. His cock twitched, his mouth moaned, and his body just sat there, loose, limp, and helpless. 

“Good boy Mark, such a good sleepy baby for me now. Just sink into deeper and deeper trance, and just rest now. Hypnotized into letting go, hypnotized into going deeper, hypnotized into opening up… and it’s okay because you can trust me to take care of you. I just want you to feel good, and it will feel so good to let your eyes stay closed. Let yourself feel how heavy your eyelids are and how impossible it is to open them again. Remember, you will always open up to me, and you will always let me in, because you believe in me, you believe that all I want is to make you feel good.”

Once again he couldn’t talk, he could barely moan, and his eyelids were not budging. He just sat there, passive and blank as she rubbed his cock and whispered in his ear, but as far gone as he was, part of him still felt very pleasant and very bound to the constant sensations of pleasure flooding through him from his dick. I meant he didn’t have to do anything including being present at all.

“You know,” she paused and he felt her hand leave his dick as she shifted, and he heard her moving, doing something while she was close to him. “If you could open your eyes you could watch my tits bounce up and down while I fuck you.”

Fuck, he gasped, he was inside her.

Her slick, tight pussy slid down him in all its warm, wet wonder.

“Don’t you wish you could see my tits bouncing while I fuck you? And don’t you wish you could say something right now, Mark?” Her pace was smooth, as smooth as her stroking, and he did try to open his eyes, and he also tried to speak, but nothing moved and nothing more than a soft moan came out.

“But you’ll keep your eyes closed and your mouth shut, because I know what’s best for you, and you believe that because you trust me completely. You know that getting fucked this way, feeling me on top of you, riding you, your cock deep in my tight wet slit, my tits bouncing up and down, so hypnotic, up and down, so hypnotic that they’re hypnotizing you all over again even with your eyes closed, just bounding up and down… up and deeper down… this is the best way to get fucked by me. And you believe it, because even though you’re deeply hypnotized and I already made you feel like you were getting fucked earlier, so you have no way of really knowing if I’m fucking you right now, you still believe it, because you trust me, and you’ll believe anything I say… you’ll believe everything I say, won’t you, Mark?”

His mouth opened to moan in agreement and she put her unpierced nipple in it, “Suck.”

He did what he was told.

“I can fuck you like I’m doing right now, and I can make you think I’m fucking you, and you’ll believe me. You’ll always believe me and believe in me, because that’s all that trust is, and you trust me completely… especially when your cock gets too hard for me your conscious mind just hypnotically blacks out. And that’s just what I want, because trust is belief, and you do believe everything I say, so that means you trust me to control your reality. You know I control your reality now, just like I control your body, just like I made you believe in my magic couch… and right now my magic couch means that you can’t move unless I tell you to… and that includes cumming.”

She pushed away from him, her nipple sliding out of his mouth, and started rising him harder, “Open your eyes and watch my tits. The more they bounce and the harder I fuck you, the closer you’ll get to cumming, hypnotized even deeper as the jiggle up and down, bringing you closer and closer, and renforcing that you cannot and will not cum until I tell you to.”

The lights turned back on but there was really no one home inside Mark’s mind. He just passively started at those bouncing, heaving tits as she kept fucking the very last of his brains out. A little splinter of Mark felt like he should be exploding up inside her, but that sense of bodily awareness disappeared and he was just a blank and receptive slate for her.

“Your life is too hard, just like your cock, and you need me to manage both. You’ve been so lost and confused for so long, so overwhelmed, but now you can just let me control your reality like I control your cock. You can and will just trust me Mark, trust me completely in all things, and I’ll make your life so much better, because all I want is to make you feel good. And when I tell you to cum for me in just a moment, all of this will be-CUM true.”

He exploded inside her even harder than he exploded in his own pants.

She slid off of him and sat next to him on the couch, pushing her tits into him. His eyes were already closed and he was already lost in the metal and physical exertion of what was happening, but she still whispered in his ear.

“I know if I left things up to you, you’d think you were all spent and you couldn’t feel any better than you just did, but trust me… I know what’s best for you…”

The next thing he felt was her lips on his cock again, and he wouldn’t know what it meant to be in control of his own life again for a very long time.