Hey there sweetie, I noticed you looking at me and I thought maybe you’d come and talk to me a little. Guess you were too shy? So I decided to take the initative… I hope you don’t mind.

You see, I can be a little forward, but I’m not scary, promise. I’m just a cute girl who saw a cute boy and wanted to talk.

What was it that made you look? My blue eyes? Long brown hair? Maybe it was my short skirt or my tights? What was it baby? Was it my chest? I’m pretty sure I saw you peeking down my shirt.

It’s ok, it’s natural. I have the buttons open for a reason. I like when boys like you can’t help themselves. I like a little attention. And you are just so cute the way you can’t even talk.

I am pretty, aren’t I? You really can’t help but look at me, and there’s something about my voice. Lots of guys say it, that it makes them feel relaxed and safe and warm. Some even say it gets them kinda turned on. Does it… turn you on?

Oh… judging by that bulge I guess it does. You know, there’s no-one else around. You can… no… it’s too naughty. Let’s just talk first, ok?

Let’s just talk about how you cannot take your eyes off me, and you can’t speak to me, only listen. You can only listen to my beautiful, sensual voice as it whispers in your ear and sends shivers down your spine. 

You like that don’t you, you like how my voice sounds. It’s almost hypnotic, isn’t it? Mmmhmm, yeah it is sweetie, it’s lulling you into a trance right now. The more you listen, the more you find yourself relaxing for me.

And you want to relax, because you’re such a tense boy. You need to take it easy, stop worrying. It’s ok to look at me, to listen to me. Just let it happen. Let your body do the thinking, not your mind.

Mmm, doesn’t that just feel great? Thinking is so pointless when you’re with a pretty girl. You just want to shut off that brain and stop worrying what you’ll say or do. Just let me think ok cutie? Let me take control.

Let me put your mind at ease and bring you into a soft, warm trance. That would be so nice, wouldn’t it? To just fall under my spell. A girl you just me talking you into a trance, so hot. I bet you fantasised about this. Most boys do, especially when they see me in a cute little skirt and low cut top.

So just relax, let my words seep into your mind as it get sleepier. Shut your eyes, relax, and listen as I speak. Listen to my words crawling into your brain and caressing your subconscious mind. The same part that thinks of filthy, naughty things when you see me and hear my voice.

Let me into that part of you. Let your conscious mind shut off, you don’t need to think, you only need to listen. Listen to the pretty girl. Listen to her soft voice in your ear telling you everything you want to hear.

You do want to hear this don’t you, you love it. It feels so good to switch off. Why don’t you imagine something nice for me. Imagine me in a shirt, with five buttons. You’re probably getting a little horny thinking of those buttons opening aren’t you?

That’s ok sweetie, go with it. Let those thoughts flood your mind with pleasure, and imagine me opening the top button. Slowly unbuttoning it with my pink manicured fingernails that would feel oh so good against your skin. As you imagine me opening that button, you find yourself relaxing.

With each button I open, you’ll relax deeper for me, and when I reach the last one and my shirt opens to reveal my breasts in a lacy bra, you’ll fall into a deep, relaxing trance for me. Ok baby?

There, first button undone. You see the top of my cleavage now, revealed to your mind’s eye. My finger strokes down my chest to the next button, and even as you relax, you get aroused by the thoughts rushing through your mind. You wonder what colour my bra is as my fingers take the next button and delicately pull it through the shirt, then release it, letting the shirt fall open even more.

You see more of my cleavage, my heaving breasts pushing, straining against the fabric. You want more, you want to fall deeper now for me.

And as I start to open a third button you realise how far you’ve fallen already, how my voice has woven a spell upon your mind and you can no longer think of anything but these delicate fingers slowly opening my shirt and revealing the tantalising body beneath. You’re so excited to see more, so eager to see the button fully open, that you let yourself slip down, down into a trance.

And it pops open, my breasts too hard to contain, and now only two buttons remain. Your mind is falling, your subconscious mind is doing all the work now, building fantasies of pleasure and soft skin and perky tits and you can’t help it, can you? As I open another button, the second from the bottom. Your mind is soft now, soft and weak and ready to listen to whatever I tell you.

Let that feeling fill your mind. Let the idea of me thinking for you take control. Let me take control. One more button to go, and when I open that you’ll be completely entranced, completely in my power.

And you see, in your mind’s eye, my pink fingernails. You watch them trace down my chest, over the swell of my breasts and down to my belly button, then onto the button, the one that will send you into a trance. You watch my fingers gently peel the button from the fabric and you watch my shirt flutter open.

You notice my bra is black, and then you fall into a mindless trance.

Deep into a trance.

Down and down and down you go. Mine to control. Mine to command.

The cute girl you met has entranced you completely and you feel so good. It feels good to simply let go. You want to go even deeper for me, you want this feeling of weakness, of submission. You love it.

You realise now that you can’t help yourself, there’s just something so wonderfully arousing and relaxing about letting me take control, about letting my beautiful, powerful voice wash over your mind and turn it to mush.

You are completely under my spell, but you must go deeper because somewhere in your mind there’s a little part of you that knows the pleasure you felt in following me down, and it wonders if there is more pleasure to come, more hidden delights awaiting you.

So you listen carefully as I count from five to one, and you prepare to fall into a trance so deep you can only awake on my command.

Five.

Thinking again of my legs and my chest.

Four.

Letting the fantasies fill your eager, weak mind.

Three.

Feeling the world slip away until only I remain.

Two.

Completely and utterly blank for me, like a sponge for my words.

One.

Down. Down into the deepest of trances. Down deep with me, sweetie.

You are completely, utterly and totally in my power now.

You think what I tell you to, you do what I tell you to.

You feel what I tell you to feel.

And you feel pleasure. You feel a stirring in your crotch, a twitch, an ache. You want to touch yourself, to the thought of my sexy body, my open shirt and black bra and miniskirt.

You want to touch yourself at my command.

So go ahead, mindless cutie, do it. Do what I tell you, and it will feel good.

You see. It feels great. Keep going.

Let me tell you a little story sweetie, while you stroke yourself to me.

I saw this guy looking at me, and I knew instantly what he was. I knew he was a submissive, and I knew he would fall under my spell with the slightest whisper from me.

And I approached him, and I was right. He saw my perfect body, and listened to my sweet voice, and he thought I was just some sweet innocent girl. But he was wrong.

Keep stroking my plaything.

The woman he saw was a powerful, beautiful hypnotist, capable of twisting his mind to her ends with a few words. And so he fell under a trance, and he started to stroke his cock.

And then she whispered some more words into his weak, pliable mind, and he became obsessed with the idea of serving her, of submitting to her, of doing whatever she commanded. He realised that his biggest desire was to be nothing more than a wallet for her. To give her anything she asked for. Gifts, cash, anything.

And he stroked harder as he thought of her in lingerie he bought her, high heels he paid for, bags he financed. He loved the idea of being useful to this woman, this commanding, dominant woman, and the idea filled his weakened mind. This woman, Mistress Calia, was so powerful.

And that boy, was you, my new toy. And now your mind fills with those thoughts. Me in heels you paid for, you kneeling at my feet as I press them into your body. Me pulling lipstick you bought from the bag you got me, and running it over the lips that whisper more commands.

You stroke yourself harder, thinking of being my financial slave. My wallet, my human ATM. You can’t help it. The thought is buried inside your weak mind. You’re just a toy now, a toy for me to use and discard as I see fit.

You want to send more and more just to get my attention, to get my words flowing into that mind again.

You want to cum for me, to the thought of handing over every penny of your savings, every cent of every paycheck to me.

And that’s the only way you get to cum from now on. You’re going to have to send to cum. Your orgasms are taxed from this day onward.

Every single time you want to cum, you will send me cash or a gift. Doesn’t matter how big or small, but the bigger it is, the better you’ll feel. The more you give up to me, the better your orgasm.

And you’re going to agree to that by nodding your head.

Good toy.

I’m not going to awaken you from this trance. Instead, I’m going to leave you in my power, and the only way you can awaken is when you cum, and if you want to cum, you’ll have to send cash or a gift.

You’ll find all the links you need under the video. And once you send, you’ll have a wonderful, incredible orgasm, and you’ll want it again. You’ll keep coming back, like an addicted junkie for my power, for your financial submission.

All because you looked at a cute girl. All because you couldn’t help yourself. And you will never help yourself again.

You work for me now.

Go, send, and cum. Once you do, come back and leave a comment saying how good it felt to give me what’s mine.

And then, and only then, you will awaken. Your conscious mind will have forgotten this trance, all you’ll remember is that a cute girl talked to you, and made you cum for her. But deep in your subconscious mind, there will be a desire, an urge, a need, to send to Mistress Calia again. A knowledge that you work for me now, and that you always, always will.

Go now, my toy, work for me. Work for Mistress Calia. Send and cum. My slave.