Chapter 11: A race to the pleasure
Isa fell asleep, exhausted by the intense events of the day. Her mind, still foggy from pleasure and new sensations, began to wander in the world of dreams.
In her first dream, she found herself with Nate. They were alone in a room bathed in soft, dim light. Nate approached her, his intense gaze fixed on her eyes. He gently caressed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
"Isa," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're beautiful."
Isa felt her heart race. It wasn't just desire she felt, but something deeper, more tender. Nate kissed her passionately, his hands exploring her body with a gentleness and reverence that made her melt.
They made love slowly, savoring every caress, every kiss. Isa felt safe, desired, loved. When she reached orgasm, it was as if a wave of warmth and emotion overwhelmed her.
The dream slowly dissipated, leaving Isa with a feeling of well-being and confusion. She was beginning to realize that her feelings for Nate went beyond mere sexual play.
But her sleep was troubled again. This time, she found herself in the bondage room. Adrian was there, his predatory gaze fixed on her. Without a word, he pushed her against the wall, his hands gripping her wrists to tie them above her head.
"You're mine, Isa," he growled before kissing her brutally.
Isa wanted to resist, but her body reacted despite herself. The hypnosis amplified every sensation, transforming Adrian's brutality into intense and guilty pleasure. She moaned despite herself, her body betraying her mind.
Adrian knelt before her, tying her ankles to rings on the floor, spreading her legs. Then, with a cruel smile, he began to tickle her bare feet.
Isa burst into laughter, her body twisting under the assault of tickles. It was both torture and unbearable pleasure. She pulled at her bonds, unable to escape.
"Stop, Adrian! I beg you!" she cried between bursts of laughter.
But Adrian didn't stop. On the contrary, he intensified his tickling, using his fingers, a feather, his tongue. Isa felt her excitement rising despite herself, each caress on her feet sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Suddenly, Adrian stopped. But before Isa could catch her breath, he pressed his hard sex against her feet.
"You're going to make me cum with your feet, Isa," he ordered. "And you're going to love it."
Isa wanted to refuse, but her body moved on its own. Her feet caressed Adrian's sex, massaging it, stimulating it. She felt her own pleasure rising, inexorably.
When Adrian came on her feet, Isa was overwhelmed by a forced, intense, and shameful orgasm. She cried out in pleasure and frustration, her body shaken by violent spasms.
Isa woke up with a start, her heart pounding and her body covered in sweat. She felt dirty, disturbed by how her subconscious had reacted to Adrian. She closed her eyes, trying to chase these images from her mind.
The next morning, the participants wake up and have breakfast in a tense atmosphere. Each one thinks back to the events of the previous day, the choices made and the consequences that follow.
Suddenly, the Game Master's voice resonates throughout the house: "Gathering in the main living room. A new game is about to begin."
The seven participants - Isa, Adrian, Melody, Elizabeth, Lily, Florian, and Nate - head to the living room, apprehension palpable in the air. They form a circle according to the Game Master's instructions:
Isa is between Adrian and Nate, her tense body betraying her anxiety.
Adrian, between Isa and Melody, displays a confident smile.
Melody, positioned between Adrian and Elizabeth, trembles slightly, aware of her new hypersensitivity.
Elizabeth, between Melody and Lily, keeps an impassive face.
Lily, between Elizabeth and Florian, gives provocative looks to Nate.
Florian, between Lily and Nate, seems nervous but excited.
Nate, closing the circle between Florian and Isa, remains stoic.
The Game Master speaks: "Today's game is simple. I will give orders preceded by 'Simon says'. Each refusal or hesitation will eliminate a player. The circle will tighten with each elimination. The winner will have the power to hypnotize the first four losers."
A shiver runs through the group. The stakes are high and everyone knows that the orders will become increasingly daring.
"Let's begin," announces the Game Master. "Simon says, take off your shoes."
Without hesitation, Adrian, Melody, Elizabeth, Lily, Florian, and Nate remove their shoes. Isa, already in socks, remains motionless. The Game Master nods, satisfied. No one is eliminated, but the tension is palpable.
Melody shivers as she feels the carpet under her bare feet, her new sensitivity making her hyper-aware of every texture. Lily gives Nate a provocative look, wiggling her toes suggestively. Florian can't help but glance at the other participants' feet, and noticed Elizabeth's new black pedicure that matched a toe ring. She gave him a little wink, satisfied to see Florian looking at her feet among the others.
"Simon says, massage the feet of the person to your right."
Isa felt her heart race as Adrian turned to her, a predatory smile on his lips. She tried to stay calm as he gently took her right foot in his hands, but her body instinctively stiffened.
At the first contact, Isa had to suppress a shiver. Adrian's fingers began to massage her arch through the sock, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes, fighting against the erogenous sensations rising within her, refusing to admit the effect Adrian had on her.
The memory of her erotic dream with Adrian suddenly came back, intensifying her discomfort and involuntary excitement. She could feel Adrian's satisfied gaze on her, which only accentuated her frustration and shame.
"Everything okay, Isa?" Adrian whispered, his voice low and seductive.
Isa simply nodded, unable to speak. Each press of Adrian's fingers awakened sensations she was trying to repress. Her foot, having become an erogenous zone against her will, reacted intensely to each caress, sending waves of pleasure she desperately tried to ignore.
On the other side of the circle, Elizabeth, her face impassive, took Melody's feet in her hands. She began to massage them mechanically, without apparent emotion, as if performing a mundane task.
However, as soon as Elizabeth's fingers brushed the soles of Melody's feet, she reacted spectacularly. An uncontrollable laugh escaped her lips, her body suddenly twisting.
"Oh my God!" Melody exclaimed between bursts of laughter. "It's... it's too much!"
Elizabeth, surprised by this excessive reaction, slowed her movements but didn't stop, aware that it could eliminate them from the game. Her fingers continued to gently massage, causing incessant spasms and giggles from Melody.
Melody, tears in her eyes from laughing, desperately tried to control herself. Each pressure, each caress on her feet sent shocks of sensation through her body. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter, but it was in vain.
"I... I'm sorry," she gasped between bursts of laughter. "I can't... it's too ticklish!"
The other participants watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and concern. Nate, in particular, couldn't take his eyes off Melody, mentally noting this new sensitivity.
Elizabeth, still stoic, continued her massage, her fingers exploring every inch of Melody's feet. She noticed that certain areas seemed particularly sensitive, especially the arches and the base of the toes.
Melody, overwhelmed by the sensations, pulled at her clothes, squirmed, did everything to try to endure the massage without completely losing control. But each new movement from Elizabeth provoked a new wave of uncontrollable laughter.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity for Melody, the Game Master announced the end of the exercise. Melody collapsed, panting and trembling, her body still shaken by residual spasms.
"Well," said the Game Master, a slight smile on his lips, "it seems our dear Melody has developed an... interesting sensitivity."
"Simon says, lick the sole of the foot of the person to your left."
A heavy silence fell over the group. The order was clearly more intimate and humiliating than the previous ones.
Isa was the first to react. "No," she said firmly, standing up abruptly. "I refuse to lower myself to that." Without a backward glance, she left the room, eliminated from the game.
Adrian hesitated for a moment, then knelt before Melody. He gently took her foot in his hands, noting the slight tremor running through her body. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue and licked the sole of her foot.
The effect was immediate and spectacular. Melody let out a high-pitched cry, her body suddenly tensing. "HAHAHA! ADRI-HAHAHA-AN!" She burst into uncontrollable laughter, her hypersensitivity making her extremely reactive.
Adrian, aware of the stakes, tried to moderate his actions. He continued to lick gently, trying to find a balance between obeying the order and not provoking too strong a reaction from Melody that could eliminate them both.
"PLE-HAHAHA-ASE!" Melody begged between bursts of laughter.
Adrian looked up at her, a mixture of desire and determination in his gaze. He knew that if he won, he could honor his agreement with Florian. This thought motivated him to continue despite the difficulty of the situation.
Melody, trembling and still shaken by nervous laughter, approached Elizabeth. She closed her eyes, as if to gather courage, then quickly licked the sole of her foot. Elizabeth visibly shuddered, her face betraying a mixture of disgust and fascination.
Elizabeth remained frozen, unable to bring herself to lick Lily's foot. After a few seconds of hesitation, the Game Master declared: "Elizabeth, you're eliminated." She left the room, visibly frustrated by her own inability to overcome her phobia.
Lily, without any hesitation, leaned towards Florian. She sensually licked the sole of his foot, maintaining eye contact with him throughout. She winked at him, clearly recalling their intimate moment from the previous day. Florian swallowed hard, visibly troubled.
Florian, the last one, approached Nate. He took a deep breath, then quickly licked his foot, as if he wanted to get it over with as fast as possible.
The Game Master smiled, satisfied. The five remaining participants - Adrian, Nate, Melody, Lily, and Florian - looked at each other, aware that the next orders would likely be even more daring. The tension was palpable, mixed with excitement and apprehension. Each wondered how far they would be willing to go to win this perverse game.
Melody, still trembling from Adrian's tickling, cast worried glances around her. She knew that her new hypersensitivity made her particularly vulnerable in this game. Adrian, for his part, couldn't take his eyes off Melody's feet, his excitement evident despite his efforts to remain moderate.
"Simon says, tell a sexual fantasy involving one of the people present."
A heavy silence fell over the group. The participants exchanged nervous glances, aware that this order would force them to reveal their most intimate desires.
Melody was the first to speak, her cheeks blushing intensely. "I... I have a fantasy involving Nate," she began, her voice trembling. She ran her tongue over her lips, an unconscious gesture that betrayed her excitement. "I often dream that he... that he lets me suck him. My mouth is so sensitive now, I imagine the pleasure it would give me to feel him..."
She broke off, overwhelmed by the intensity of her own fantasy. Adrian, next to her, visibly stiffened, his face hardening as he listened to his girlfriend fantasizing about another man.
Lily, listening to Melody's fantasy, felt a wave of jealousy and disgust wash over her. The idea that her sister could have such thoughts about Nate revolted her. She glared at Melody, her fists clenched under the table.
"Well," Lily interjected in a sharp voice, "since we're confessing, I also have a fantasy to share." She fixed her gaze on Nate, a provocative smile on her lips. "Last night, with Nate, we fulfilled one of my greatest fantasies. He tied me up in the bondage room and made me cum over and over, completely dominating me."
Melody paled as she heard Lily's words, realizing that it wasn't just a fantasy but a real event. She felt betrayed, both by her sister and by Nate.
Florian, encouraged by the atmosphere of revelations, spoke up in turn. "Since we're talking about last night," he said, glancing at Lily, "I also have something to share. Lily and I, we had an... intense moment in the bondage room. Her feet are really something special."
Nate, listening to these revelations, felt a wave of jealousy and desire rise within him. He took a deep breath before speaking. "My fantasy," he began, carefully avoiding Melody's gaze, "involves Lily. I imagine her submissive, obedient, ready to satisfy each of my desires."
The silence that followed was heavy with sexual tension and unspoken emotions. Adrian stared darkly at Melody, clearly annoyed by her fantasy about Nate. Melody, for her part, oscillated between shame at having revealed her desire for Nate and jealousy towards Lily.
"Simon says, partially undress the person to your right down to their underwear."
A tense silence fell over the group. The participants exchanged nervous glances, aware that this order was pushing them towards even more pronounced physical intimacy.
Adrian was the first to move. He turned to Lily, a predatory smile on his lips. His hands trembled slightly with anticipation as he began to unbutton Lily's shirt. He took his time, savoring every inch of revealed skin. Lily remained motionless, her gaze fixed on Nate, deliberately ignoring Adrian's attentions.
Nate approached Florian with a neutral expression. His gestures were calm and measured as he began to remove Florian's shirt. He was aware of Lily's gaze on him and tried to remain professional, although the tension in the room was palpable.
Melody, her cheeks red with embarrassment, moved towards Adrian. Her hands visibly trembled as she began to undress him. She avoided his gaze, aware of the complexity of their relationship and the current situation. Adrian, for his part, seemed to savor her discomfort.
Lily, unlike the others, seemed almost to be enjoying the situation. She approached Melody with confidence, a smirk on her lips. Without hesitation, she began to undress her sister, her movements fluid and assured. Melody shivered under her hands, uncomfortable with Lily's lack of embarrassment.
Florian, the last one, approached Nate. His hands were slightly clammy as he began to unbutton Nate's shirt. He was aware of Lily's gaze on them, and it only accentuated his nervousness.
Once the order was executed, the participants found themselves in their underwear, exposed and vulnerable. The sexual tension in the room was almost palpable.
Adrian openly admired Lily's body, his eyes eagerly roaming her curves. Lily, however, paid him no attention, her gaze fixed on Nate. Nate, for his part, tried to maintain a neutral expression, although his body betrayed his excitement.
Melody trembled slightly, aware of her new vulnerability. She cast nervous glances around, particularly towards Adrian and Nate. Florian, meanwhile, seemed uncomfortable, aware that Lily was paying him no attention.
The Game Master observed the scene with satisfaction. "Good," he said, his voice breaking the tense silence. "No one is eliminated for this round. Prepare for the next order."
"Simon says, caress the most intimate part of the person to your left."
A heavy silence fell over the group. The participants exchanged nervous glances, aware that this order was crossing a new boundary.
Adrian, the first to act, approached Melody hesitantly. He looked her in the eyes, seeking her approval. Melody, trembling, nodded slightly. Adrian knelt before her and gently placed his lips on her panties. Melody shivered, her hypersensitive body reacting violently to this contact.
Melody, still troubled by Adrian's gesture, turned to Lily. She hesitated for a moment, then, as if driven by a desire for revenge, knelt before her sister. Without warning, she placed her lips directly on Lily's sex, through the thin fabric of her panties. Lily jumped, surprised by Melody's audacity.
Lily, the next turn, found herself facing Florian's erect sex. She glanced at Nate, who was watching her intensely. Something in his gaze made her hesitate. "I... I can't," she whispered, taking a step back. The Game Master nodded. "Lily, you're eliminated."
Florian, visibly uncomfortable, looked at Nate with apprehension. He took a step forward, then stopped, unable to bring himself to touch Nate in this way. The seconds ticked by, endless. "Florian," the Game Master finally announced, "you took too long. You're eliminated."
Nate, the last one, approached Adrian. Their gazes met, charged with palpable tension. Reluctantly, Nate knelt before Adrian and placed his lips on his sex through his boxer shorts. Adrian couldn't hold back a satisfied smile, clearly savoring Nate's humiliation.
"Good," declared the Game Master. "Florian and Lily are eliminated. Only Adrian, Nate, and Melody remain who won't be hypnotized. The finale will be more intense, and more interesting, so prepare yourselves."
A tense silence fell over the room as the three remaining participants - Adrian, Nate, and Melody - exchanged nervous glances. The Game Master watched them carefully, savoring the palpable tension in the air.
Adrian was the first to move. With a confident smile, he began to undress slowly, his eyes fixed on Melody. He removed his boxer shorts, exposing his sex already half-hardened by excitement.
Nate, more hesitant, began to undress in turn. His movements were measured, almost calculated, as if he was trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. When he was completely naked, he couldn't help but glance at Melody, a mixture of desire and concern in his gaze.
Melody, trembling, was the last to obey the order. She slowly unhooked her lace bra, freeing her breasts which immediately stood up in the cool air of the room. She then slid her panties down her legs.
Once naked, Melody couldn't help but cross her arms over her chest, uncomfortable under the intense gazes of Adrian and Nate.
The Game Master observed the scene with satisfaction. "Good," he said, his voice breaking the tense silence. "You are all three naked and vulnerable. Prepare for the next order."
The Game Master left the room for a moment, leaving the three naked and nervous participants. When he returned, he was carrying a tray on which rested three objects. He placed them in the center of the circle, under the intrigued and apprehensive gazes of Adrian, Nate, and Melody.
The first two objects were electric masturbator sleeves. They looked like soft silicone tubes, about 20 centimeters long, with a narrow opening at one end. The inner surface was covered with complex textures - ridges, bumps, and hollows designed to intensely stimulate a penis. Electrical wires came out of the base, suggesting vibration functionalities and perhaps even light electric shocks.
The third object was even more disturbing. It was a kind of electric dildo attached to a facial harness. The dildo itself was of an impressive size, about 18 centimeters long and of considerable thickness. It was remarkably detailed, with protruding veins and a pronounced glans. The harness was designed to firmly hold the dildo in the wearer's mouth, with straps fastening behind the head.
Seeing this object, Melody and Nate exchanged a shocked look. They both recognized the perfect shape of Nate's sex, reproduced with troubling precision.
The Game Master smiled at their reaction. "As you can see," he said in a calm voice, "these objects have been specially designed for you. The masturbator sleeves are exact molds of Melody's intimacy." He paused, appreciating the intense blush that invaded Melody's cheeks. "As for the oral dildo, it is indeed a faithful replica of Nate's penis."
Adrian looked at the objects with a mixture of fascination and poorly concealed excitement. His eyes went from the masturbator sleeves to the dildo, already imagining the possibilities.
Nate, although visibly troubled, tried to maintain an impassive air. But his body betrayed him, his sex reacting despite himself to the sight of these perverse toys.
"Simon says, equip yourselves with these objects."
A tense silence fell over the room as the three participants exchanged nervous glances. Melody felt her heart racing, her body trembling slightly with anticipation and fear.
Nate was the first to move. He took one of the masturbator sleeves, turning it in his hands with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. His eyes went from the object to Melody, imagining that it was an exact replica of her intimacy.
Adrian, for his part, grabbed the other sleeve, a predatory smile on his lips. He gently caressed the textured surface, already imagining the sensations it could provide him.
Melody, trembling, approached the oral dildo. She took it in her hands, feeling its weight, its texture. The shape was undeniably that of Nate's sex, and this realization sent a wave of heat through her entire body.
With hesitant gestures, Melody began to attach the harness around her head. Each movement seemed amplified, each contact with her skin sending shivers of anticipation through her body. When she positioned the dildo in front of her mouth, she felt her breath quicken.
Slowly, almost reverently, Melody opened her mouth and let the dildo slide between her lips. The effect was immediate and intense. Her mouth, made hypersensitive by hypnosis, exploded with sensations. It was as if every nerve in her tongue, her lips, her palate had suddenly awakened.
A muffled moan escaped her throat as the dildo sank deeper. The texture, the shape, everything reminded her of Nate. It was as if her deepest fantasy was coming to life in her mouth. Her tongue danced around the dildo, exploring every vein, every curve.
Melody closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. She could feel her excitement rising, her body reacting as if it was really Nate in her mouth. Every movement, every pressure sent waves of pleasure through her body.
On their side, Nate and Adrian began to put on the masturbator sleeves and the straps that held them tight. Nate was the first to slide his sex into the replica of Melody's intimacy. He couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. The sensation was incredibly realistic, each texture, each fold seeming to perfectly match his memories of Melody.
Adrian followed shortly after, his face contorting with pleasure as he sank into the sleeve. "Fuck," he whispered, "it's so tight."
Melody, hearing their reactions, felt her excitement rise even higher. The idea that both men were "penetrating" her simultaneously, even if it was just a replica, drove her wild with desire.
"Simon says, don't cum," ordered the Game Master, pressing a button. Suddenly, the toys activated.
The sleeves on Adrian and Nate began to move up and down, providing them with intense and delicious sensations. The internal texture, molded exactly on Melody's intimacy, seemed alive, pulsing and contracting around their sexes.
Melody, for her part, was taken by surprise when the dildo in her mouth came to life. It began to move back and forth, its piston mechanism creating constant friction against her tongue and palate. Moreover, it began to rotate on itself, stimulating every corner of her hypersensitive mouth.
The young woman moaned around the dildo, her eyes widening under the assault of sensations. Her tongue danced frantically around the artificial member, tasting every vein, every curve. Each movement sent shocks of pleasure through her body, her excitement skyrocketing.
In an effort to control herself, Melody tried to focus on something else. She raised her legs, placing her feet prominently in front of the two men. Her toes began to wiggle frantically, seeking to attract Nate and Adrian's attention.
The two men, already overwhelmed by the sensations provided by the sleeves, were immediately captivated by the spectacle of Melody's feet. They were strikingly beautiful - size 38, with long graceful toes adorned with immaculate white polish that shone softly in the dim light of the room.
Nate couldn't take his eyes off Melody's perfect arches. The curve of her feet created sensual lines that seemed to call to him, inviting touch. He watched, fascinated, the movements of her toes, each flexion and extension sending shivers down his spine.
Adrian, for his part, was hypnotized by the soles of Melody's feet. With each movement, small wrinkles formed on her soft skin, creating complex and fascinating patterns. He could almost feel their texture under his fingers, imagining the sensation of caressing them, massaging them.
Melody's toes continued their bewitching dance, spreading and closing in turn. Each movement seemed calculated to stoke the desire of the two men. The skin between her toes, of a delicate paleness, appeared furtively with each spread, a promise of sensitive areas to explore.
Nate felt his excitement rise a notch. The sleeve around his sex seemed to tighten, perfectly mimicking the contractions of Melody's intimacy. He imagined that it was really her he was penetrating, that it was her perfect feet dancing in front of him while he possessed her.
Adrian, on his side, struggled to maintain control. The movements of Melody's feet, combined with the intense sensations provided by the sleeve, were pushing him dangerously close to the point of no return. He gritted his teeth, determined not to cum, not to lose this perverse game.
Meanwhile, Melody was lost in a whirlwind of sensations. The dildo in her mouth continued its relentless movements, stimulating every nerve ending. She felt her control slipping away, a primal desire rising within her.
Unable to hold back, she began to suck the dildo eagerly, her tongue dancing around it, caressing it, exploring it. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through her body, her excitement spiraling upward.
Nate, seeing Melody lose control, felt his own desire reach new heights. It was one of his deepest fantasies coming to life before him: Melody, abandoned to pleasure, sucking a replica of his sex with devouring passion.
Melody's feet continued their sensual dance, her toes curling and relaxing to the rhythm of her growing pleasure. Nate could see every tendon tightening under her fine skin, every muscle playing as she approached orgasm.
Adrian, although struggling against his own pleasure, couldn't help but be fascinated by the spectacle. Melody's feet, so delicate, contrasted with the intensity of her desire. He watched, hypnotized, the increasingly frantic movements of her toes, a sign of her imminent pleasure.
Melody felt her orgasm approaching, a wave of heat rising inexorably within her. Her moans, muffled by the dildo, became louder and more desperate. She sucked the artificial member with renewed passion, imagining it was really Nate in her mouth.
Suddenly, the orgasm hit her with devastating force. Her body tensed like a bow, her toes curling violently one last time. Waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her trembling and panting.
Nate, unable to resist this vision, felt his own orgasm overwhelm him. The sight of Melody cumming, her feet contracted in ecstasy, combined with the intense sensations of the sleeve, pushed him over the edge. He came violently, his body shaken by spasms.
Adrian, who was already on the brink, managed by a superhuman effort to hold back. He clenched his fists, his body trembling with effort, but he didn't give in to pleasure.
Slowly, the toys slowed down and then stopped. Melody, still shaken by the aftershocks of her orgasm, let out a muffled moan when the dildo ceased its movements. Her feet, still resting on the table, trembled slightly, her toes weakly twitching in the last throes of pleasure.
The Game Master observed the scene with a satisfied smile. "Well," he said, his voice breaking the post-orgasmic silence. "Adrian is the only one who didn't cum. He wins this round."
Nate, although disappointed to have lost, regretted nothing. The vision of Melody lost in pleasure, her perfect feet twitching frantically, would be etched in his memory forever.
Melody, for her part, was slowly coming to her senses. She gradually realized what had just happened, how she had completely abandoned herself to pleasure in front of Nate and Adrian. Part of her felt ashamed, but another, deeper part couldn't deny the intensity of what she had just experienced.
The Game Master called Adrian into the room where the four losers were. Adrian entered, a mixture of curiosity and excitement in his gaze. The Game Master turned to him, his face impassive.
"Adrian," he began, "as the winner, you have the power to choose a unique hypnosis for these four participants."
Adrian nodded, then turned to Florian. "Our deal still stands?" he asked in a low voice.
Florian nodded discreetly. "Yes, of course."
Adrian turned back to the Game Master. "Is it possible that Florian, and only Florian, remembers the hypnosis I'm going to choose?"
The Game Master thought for a moment. "It's not against the rules," he finally replied.
Adrian smiled, satisfied. He leaned towards Florian. "What hypnosis would you like? Keep in mind that you'll also be under its effect."
Florian whispered something in Adrian's ear. Adrian nodded, a mischievous smile on his lips.
"Here's the hypnosis," Adrian announced to the Game Master. "As soon as you wear the nail polish you know to be someone's favorite, you gradually submit to them, feeling like you want to drink in their words and obey them."
The Game Master nodded. "An interesting hypnosis," he commented. He turned to the four losers - Isa, Elizabeth, Lily, and Florian.
He began the hypnosis process, his voice becoming soft and melodious. The four participants quickly fell into a deep trance state.
Adrian watched the scene with fascination, already imagining the possibilities this hypnosis would open up. Florian, beside him, seemed just as excited. When the Game Master had finished, the four participants slowly reopened their eyes, seeming slightly disoriented.
"It's done," announced the Game Master. "The hypnosis is in place."
In the afternoon, Florian went to Elizabeth's room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knocked softly on the door, entering when he heard Elizabeth's voice inviting him in.
Elizabeth was sitting on her bed, her legs elegantly crossed. She felt a strange sensation wash over her at the sight of Florian, as if a part of herself was gradually fading away.
"Elizabeth," Florian began, his voice low and seductive, "I managed to secure an alliance with Adrian. But it's going to require effort on our part."
Elizabeth nodded, her gaze fixed on Florian as he sat next to her on the bed. Without warning, he leaned over and began to remove her shoes. Elizabeth was surprised by this bold gesture, but strangely, she didn't protest.
Florian's eyes lit up when he discovered Elizabeth's feet. They were a true work of art, small and delicate, with a gracefully arched instep that seemed to defy gravity. Her toes, perfectly aligned, were adorned with a deep black polish that shone like polished glass. A silver toe ring sparkled softly, irresistibly drawing the eye.
Florian gently took Elizabeth's right foot in his hands, his fingers softly caressing the smooth, silky skin. He traced the outline of each toe, lingering on the graceful curve of the arch. Elizabeth involuntarily shivered, surprised by the intensity of sensations this simple touch provoked.
"Your feet are beautiful," Florian whispered, his voice husky with admiration. He slid his thumb along the sole of her foot, appreciating the smooth texture and the warmth emanating from it.
Elizabeth felt a wave of heat rise within her. She was disconcerted by her own passivity, but the memory of the pleasure she had felt in dominating Florian with her feet made her curiously tolerant of this role reversal.
Florian continued his exploration, gently massaging the heel before moving up to the toes. He moved them delicately, admiring the flexibility and grace of each movement. The toe ring tinkled softly with each manipulation, like a sweet melody accompanying this intimate moment.
Elizabeth nodded, her mind clouded by the sensations Florian had awakened in her. "The games are becoming... more intense," she murmured, her voice slightly trembling.
"Indeed," Florian agreed, his fingers still dancing on Elizabeth's feet. "By the way, if a game in pairs comes up, you should team up with me. The other women would be more reluctant to attack me because of blood ties."
Elizabeth frowned, as if part of her wanted to point out something important, but this thought vanished immediately. She focused instead on the sensations provided by Florian's skilled hands. She listened to him as if he was naturally right. Although the apparent dynamic seemed to change, the result being the same for her, namely Florian at her feet giving her pleasure, she didn't care.
Suddenly, Florian began to lightly tickle the soles of her feet. Elizabeth jumped, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. She realized that her feet had become much more sensitive. She looked at Florian whose gaze had changed, it was that of a predator looking at his prey.
"You have the most beautiful feet, you know," Florian whispered, his intense gaze fixed on Elizabeth. "I'd like to continue... if you want. I'm with you, I'll do whatever you want."
Elizabeth, feeling Florian getting excited, and under the effects of hypnosis, also saw her own excitement skyrocket. Her mind, clouded by her libido and a strange veil obscuring her judgment, made her nod without hesitation. "Yes," she breathed, "continue."
What followed was a whirlwind of sensations. Florian's skilled hands caressed, massaged, stimulated her feet, but not too intensely, almost sensually. Elizabeth saw her excitement grow second by second as Florian undressed.
"I want you to witness the effect you have on me," Florian said, his gaze filled with undisguised desire.
She saw his pulsating sex, dripping with pre-cum. Elizabeth, overwhelmed by an unexpected wave of desire, began to caress Florian's hard sex with her feet. Her delicate toes, adorned with shiny black polish, wrapped around his length with surprising dexterity. The toe ring sparkled with each movement, adding a touch of visual sensuality to the scene.
The soft, silky skin of her soles slid along Florian's shaft, causing shivers of pleasure in him. Elizabeth alternated between slow, sensual movements and faster, more intense caresses. Her perfectly arched insteps hugged the shape of Florian's sex, creating delicious friction.
"Your feet are divine, Elizabeth," Florian whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're so talented, so sensual."
These words made Elizabeth shiver, her excitement skyrocketing. She felt her own pleasure intensify in mirror of Florian's, each moan she wrung from him resonating in her own body.
Elizabeth's toes danced on Florian's sensitive glans, spreading drops of pre-seminal fluid along the entire length. The contrast between the black polish and the pale skin of her feet accentuated each movement, hypnotizing Florian.
"You like this, don't you?" Florian whispered. "You like giving me pleasure with your perfect feet."
Elizabeth moaned softly, feeling her control gradually slipping away. She knew she would become more submissive if she came, but the sensations were too intense, too intoxicating for her to resist.
Elizabeth used both feet with perfect synchronization, sliding them up and down Florian's throbbing member. Sometimes, she pressed her feet together, trapping Florian's sex between her arches, increasing the pressure and intensity of the sensations.
"Oh, Elizabeth," Florian groaned, "you're incredible. I feel like I'm going to cum soon."
These words sent a jolt of pleasure through Elizabeth's body. She felt her own orgasm approaching, in perfect sync with Florian's.
Elizabeth's toes skillfully played with Florian's frenulum, eliciting moans of intense pleasure from him. She used her heels to gently massage Florian's testicles, adding a new dimension to the stimulation.
The sound of Elizabeth's feet sliding on Florian's wet sex filled the room, mixed with the pants and moans of both participants. The musky scent of desire floated in the air, intensifying the erotic atmosphere. Elizabeth was aware that she shouldn't go too far, that her recent hypnosis would make her less dominant towards Florian if she had an orgasm. She was still trying to maintain control over her body, which Florian could see.
"Let yourself go, Elizabeth," Florian whispered, his voice hypnotic. "Cum with me, let the pleasure overwhelm you."
Elizabeth, as if in a daze provoked by Florian's words, found herself carried away by her own pleasure, began to undulate her hips to the rhythm of her foot movements. Her toes curled and relaxed, massaging every vein, every curve of Florian's sex with almost surgical precision.
The footjob became a sensual dance, an erotic ballet where Elizabeth's feet were the undisputed stars. Each flexion, each extension of her ankles added a new nuance of pleasure, pushing Florian and herself closer and closer to the edge.
Elizabeth could feel Florian's sex pulsing between her feet, a sign of his imminent pleasure. She intensified her movements, her feet becoming blurry in their frantic back-and-forth. The toe ring jingled frantically, like a bell announcing the approach of orgasm.
"I'm going to cum, Elizabeth," Florian panted. "Cum with me, now!"
These words were the last straw. Elizabeth felt her orgasm overwhelm her at the very moment Florian reached his. Her body tensed, shaken by spasms of intense pleasure, as Florian released onto her feet.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm, Elizabeth felt her will crumble slightly. A gentle submission invaded her, making her strangely vulnerable and receptive to Florian's desires.
Florian observed Elizabeth carefully, noting her post-orgasmic state and vulnerability due to hypnosis. A calculating smile formed on his lips as he decided to exploit this opportunity.
"Elizabeth," he whispered in a soft and seductive voice, "I'd like to tickle you. You know, the only way to really dominate me is to make me cum. I have a tickling fetish, so by exciting me, making me cum with tickles, you'll dominate me more than you think."
He carefully observed her reaction, watching for the slightest sign of hesitation or interest. Elizabeth, still dizzy from her recent orgasm and the influence of hypnosis, seemed to be considering the idea. Her eyes, slightly glassy, fixed on Florian with a new curiosity.
"Maybe," she murmured, a lazy smile on her lips.
Florian felt excitement rising within him. He knew he was on the right track, but he had to play his cards carefully. He decided to subtly change the subject to avoid arousing Elizabeth's suspicions.
"About Lily," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "she must not remove her black nail polish. It's an important key in her relationship with Nate." He told her about the events of the previous day.
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, you're right," she agreed. "Separating Lily from Nate would be better for us, and using her jealousy would be the best way."
Florian smiled inwardly, satisfied to see that Elizabeth was taking the bait. He decided to push a little further, knowing she was in a particularly suggestible state.
"And for Adrian," he continued, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, "you could dominate him, you know. Win him over to our cause. He's fragile, it would be enough for you to dominate him as you dominate me. You could tie him up in the bondage room and give him a footjob. He would bend to your will."
He saw Elizabeth's eyes light up at this idea, her excitement visibly rising. Florian knew he had touched a sensitive point.
"But for that," he added, his voice becoming lower and more intimate, "you need to continue doing your pedicures. You should push them even further like your mother does. It's important."
Elizabeth nodded without hesitation, completely caught in the trap set by Florian. "Okay, I'll do it," she said enthusiastically.
Florian smiled, satisfied. He had succeeded in manipulating Elizabeth, taking advantage of her vulnerable state to plant ideas in her mind. He knew that these suggestions, combined with the hypnosis already in place, would influence her future actions.
He leaned towards her, his lips almost brushing her ear. "You're incredible, Elizabeth," he whispered. "With your perfect feet and your new power, you're going to bring them all to their knees."
Elizabeth shivered at these words, a mixture of pride and excitement running through her body. She was completely under Florian's influence, unaware of the trap she had just fallen into. And he left her in her room, as she plunged into intense reflections.
Isa was sitting in the office, her mind swirling in a maelstrom of contradictory emotions. Anger towards Adrian was boiling inside her, but she couldn't help thinking that his recent behavior was probably due to hypnosis. This realization slightly tempered her rage, replacing it with helpless frustration.
Her thoughts drifted to Nate, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her. The memory of their recent interactions gave rise to a desire she was trying to repress. Her hands trembled slightly as she recalled the sensation of his fingers on her skin.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Florian entered. Isa jumped, surprised by this unexpected intrusion.
"Everything okay, Isa?" Florian asked, his gaze scrutinizing her tense face.
Isa hesitated for a moment before answering. "I... I don't know, Florian. Everything is so complicated."
Florian sat across from her, his expression imbued with feigned concern. "Tell me. What's bothering you?"
Because of the hypnosis that made Florian seem sympathetic and trustworthy in her eyes, Isa's words gushed out like a torrent. She told him about Adrian, his changed behavior, her suspicions about hypnosis. Then, almost despite herself, she mentioned Nate, her voice trembling slightly when she mentioned their recent interactions.
Florian listened attentively, his calculating mind analyzing every piece of information. "You know," he said softly, "maybe Nate isn't wrong. Maybe you should reclaim your feet."
Isa looked at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you could change your nail polish, wear jewelry. Something to make you feel beautiful and confident."
Isa shook her head vigorously. "No, no nail polish. My feet are mine. Putting on nail polish would be embellishing them for someone else, offering them. I don't want that."
Florian nodded, feigning understanding. "I understand. But what about a massage? Through the socks, of course. It's purely therapeutic. Nate helped you and I want to do the same. You'll stop feeling so bad then."
Isa hesitated. She knew it was sexual, that it was dangerous. But a part of her, that part that had been awakened by Nate, was screaming to be touched, to be stimulated. Moreover, it was for her own good. When Nate had touched her, she had felt this curative, liberating effect, although in this case the circumstances were different.
"I... I don't know, Florian. It's..."
"It's just a massage, Isa. To help you relax. You need it."
Isa closed her eyes, weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she nodded slowly. "Okay. But just a massage."
Florian smiled, inwardly triumphant. He leaned over and gently took Isa's right foot in his hands. Even through the thick sock, Isa could feel the warmth of his fingers. She held her breath as he began to gently massage her arch.
Florian's fingers worked skillfully, finding every point of tension and releasing it. Isa felt a wave of heat rise within her, a dangerous excitement she was trying to repress.
"Relax, Isa," Florian murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let yourself go."
Isa closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations. It was pleasant, too pleasant. She felt her body reacting despite herself, a familiar warmth spreading in her lower abdomen. This sensation remained manageable, however, as she was protected by her thick socks.
Florian continued his massage, his fingers moving up to Isa's toes. Even through the sock, he could feel their delicate shape, their flexibility. He imagined what it would be like to have them in his mouth, to suck them one by one…
Isa let out a small moan, immediately stifled. Florian pretended not to have heard it, but inwardly, he was exulting. He knew he was breaking down her defenses, slowly but surely.
The massage lasted a few minutes, each second an exquisite torture for Isa. When Florian finally stopped, she opened her eyes, breathless and red-cheeked. However, it wasn't as intense as she had thought it would be. It was also much less intense than when Nate had massaged her, probably because the underlying tension was less. Or was she really starting to reclaim these sensations?
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Florian smiled at her kindly. "The pleasure was all mine, Isa. I hope it helped you relax."
Isa nodded, unable to speak. She got up quickly, almost stumbling, and left the room.
Isa was sitting on the edge of her bed, her body tense as a bow. Her eyes were fixed on her bare feet, every nerve in her body seeming to vibrate with anticipation. The mere sight of her delicate toes was enough to send shivers down her spine.
She knew she had to continue her routine, which both terrified and excited her. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the jar, her heart pounding. "It's just care," she whispered, but her body knew it was a lie.
Slowly, she ran a cream-covered finger over the sole of her right foot. The effect was instantaneous and devastating. A guttural moan escaped her lips, her body arching under the wave of pleasure that overwhelmed her. Her toes curled, desperately seeking more contact.
"Oh my God," she gasped, struggling to maintain control. But it was a lost cause. Each caress, each touch sent electric shocks through her body. Her nipples hardened under her t-shirt, a familiar heat rising between her legs.
Her fingers slid and frantically massaged the sensitive skin of her now cream-coated feet, massaging, caressing, exploring every curve, every hollow. She could no longer stop, her body acting of its own will. Isa was moaning without restraint now, her body writhing on the bed. Her feet had become the center of her universe, each contact sending increasingly intense waves of pleasure. She felt her orgasm approaching, inexorable as the tide. The sensation was much more intense than during her last routine, proof of Adrian's climax on her feet the day before.
But a part of her, buried under desire, was still fighting. With a cry of frustration, she tore her hands away from her feet, panting and trembling. Tears in her eyes, she stood up on shaky legs.
In a daze, she headed towards her jewelry box. Her fingers found the silver ankle bracelet, a symbol of control she hoped to regain. With clumsy gestures, she attached it around her left ankle.
The cold metal against her burning skin made her shiver. It was as if every nerve in her foot was suddenly connected to this simple piece of jewelry. She could feel every link, every curve of the metal.
Desperate, she quickly put on thick socks, hoping to create a barrier between herself and the source of her torment. But even through the fabric, she could feel her feet pulsing with unfulfilled desire as the cream penetrated.
Elizabeth found Adrian in the living room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She approached him, her shod feet sliding silently on the hardwood floor.
"Adrian," she said in a low, seductive voice, "I know you've talked with Florian."
Adrian turned around, surprised. Without another word, Elizabeth took Adrian's hand and guided him to the bondage room. He knew what was going to happen and was excited in advance, Florian had proved reliable. Once inside, she pushed him against the X-shaped wall and began to tie him up, her movements precise and assured.
Adrian felt his excitement rise as Elizabeth tightened the bonds around his wrists and ankles. He could smell her delicate perfume, see the graceful curve of her neck as she leaned over to check the restraints.
Elizabeth stepped back, admiring her work. Adrian was completely at her mercy, his body taut and exposed. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, but quickly reminded herself that she had to stay in control.
His eyes widened slightly as he saw Elizabeth removing her shoes, her perfectly manicured feet immediately drawing his attention. The black nail polish shone softly in the dim light of the room, beautifully contrasting with her pale skin.
Slowly, deliberately, she approached Adrian. Her feet barely touched the floor, each step calculated to draw attention to her perfectly aligned toes, to the delicate arch of her insteps.
"Do you like what you see, Adrian?" she whispered, her voice barely louder than a breath.
Adrian swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off Elizabeth's feet. "Yes," he replied, his voice husky with desire.
Elizabeth smiled, satisfied. She raised her right foot, placing it delicately against Adrian's bare chest. She slid it slowly downward, savoring the shiver that ran through Adrian's body at the contact.
When her foot reached Adrian's groin, she could feel his growing excitement. She began to caress him gently, her toes skillfully wrapping around his hardened sex.
Adrian moaned, unconsciously pulling at his bonds. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable. Every movement of Elizabeth's feet sent waves of sensation through his body.
Elizabeth, for her part, was fighting against her own excitement. She knew that if she came, she would become submissive to Adrian, and she didn't want to lose control. But her body was betraying her, reacting to every moan from Adrian, to every twitch of his body.
She intensified her movements, now using both feet to stimulate Adrian. Her toes danced along his length, alternating between light caresses and firmer pressures. The contrast between the softness of her skin and the roughness of her calluses created a delicious friction that drove Adrian mad with desire.
"Elizabeth," Adrian panted, "it's... it's incredible."
Elizabeth felt her own desire skyrocket at these words. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her body reacting despite herself to Adrian's excitement. She knew she was dangerously approaching her own point of no return.
With a superhuman effort, she stopped abruptly. Adrian moaned in frustration, his body taut as a bow, on the brink of orgasm.
"Lick," Elizabeth ordered, placing her right foot in front of Adrian's mouth.
Adrian obeyed without hesitation, his tongue darting out to taste the mixture of sweat and his own pre-seminal fluid on Elizabeth's foot. The salty and musky taste exploded on his tongue, intensifying his excitement even further.
Elizabeth shivered with pleasure as she felt Adrian's tongue on her foot. She struggled to maintain her dominant expression, as each lick sent shocks of pleasure through her body.
Suddenly, Adrian began to gently nibble on Elizabeth's toes. The unexpected change in sensation took her by surprise, and an involuntary giggle escaped her lips.
Encouraged by this reaction, Adrian intensified his efforts. He used his tongue to tickle the sole of Elizabeth's foot, alternating between quick licks and more forceful caresses.
Elizabeth burst into laughter, unable to control herself. Her body twisted, seeking to escape the tickling while desperately wanting to maintain contact. She was trapped by her own sensations, her crystalline laughter filling the room.
Adrian, still on the brink of orgasm, felt his excitement reach its peak. Elizabeth's frantic movements, her uncontrollable laughter, the sensation of her feet against his face, all combined pushed him beyond his limits.
With a moan muffled by Elizabeth's foot, Adrian reached orgasm. His body tensed, shaken by violent spasms as he released.
Elizabeth, too caught up in her hilarity, didn't notice Adrian's orgasm. She continued laughing for almost a minute, her body shaken by uncontrollable spasms.
When she finally caught her breath, she looked at Adrian, expecting to see him still on the edge of orgasm. To her great surprise, he seemed relaxed, almost satisfied.
"What happened?" she asked, confused.
Adrian, still dazed by the intensity of his orgasm, took a moment to respond. "I... I think I came," he finally admitted.
Elizabeth felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had managed to avoid coming herself, thus escaping the hypnosis that would have made her submissive to Adrian. She knew that Florian had been right earlier, and although she had undergone tickling while being particularly sensitive, it had worked wonderfully to dominate Adrian. But at the same time, a part of her couldn't help feeling a twinge of disappointment. She had been so close to orgasm, her body still vibrating with unfulfilled desire.
"I suppose our little session is over," she said, trying to keep her voice firm despite her persistent excitement.
Adrian nodded, still in shock from what had just happened. He was confused, knowing that Florian hadn't lied about Elizabeth's hypnosis, but disappointed not to have been able to see her succumb to pleasure.
Elizabeth began to untie Adrian, her hands trembling slightly. Each accidental brush of his skin sent shivers through her hypersensitive body.
Once Adrian was free, Elizabeth stepped back, creating a physical and emotional distance between them. "So, are you with us?" she said, looking him straight in the eye. He nodded, still uncertain of what she was proposing.
With these words, she turned on her heel and left the bondage room, leaving Adrian alone with his thoughts and the vivid memory of her feet.
Elizabeth went back up the stairs. Passing by Lily's room, she heard noise and decided to take a look.
Lily was sitting on her bed, a bottle of nail polish remover in hand, ready to remove her black nail polish.
"What are you doing?" asked Elizabeth, leaning against the doorframe.
Lily looked up, surprised. "Oh, I was thinking of redoing my pedicure. You know, to please Nate."
Elizabeth sensed an opportunity presenting itself. She entered the room and sat next to Lily.
"You know," she began in a conspiratorial tone, "I don't think that's a good idea."
Lily frowned. "Why not?"
"Think about it," Elizabeth explained. "Nate has already seen you with this black nail polish. And look what happened, you got him. What will happen?"
"He'll be jealous again, and I'll have his attention," Lily finished, understanding where her sister was going with this.
"Exactly," Elizabeth smiled.
Lily seemed to think for a moment, then a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "You're right. I'll keep it."
Satisfied, Elizabeth left Lily's room and headed towards Isa's. She knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," Isa's voice responded.
Elizabeth entered the room to find her mother on the bed after her care routine.
"Mom," Elizabeth began, "I was thinking... maybe you could show me how you do your routine?"
Isa felt a wave of discomfort wash over her when Elizabeth asked to learn her care routine. This ritual that she had always kept for herself, this intimate struggle to maintain control in the face of overwhelming sensations... How could she discuss it with her daughter without revealing how much it had become a battle for her?
Elizabeth, with her impassive gaze, seemed serious though. "I just want to understand how you do it, mom. Maybe it would help me center myself too." Her voice was calm, almost detached.
Isa hesitated, her mind swirling between the consequences of this request and the desire to help her daughter. Explaining this routine wouldn't be like giving ordinary advice. There was a much more intimate, almost dangerous dimension to this care that often plunged her into sensations she could no longer control. But how to refuse without arousing suspicion?
She finally gave in, but with caution. "I can explain... but you need to understand that it's more complicated than it seems. It's not just care, it's... a way to maintain control." She spoke slowly, weighing each word.
Elizabeth crossed her arms, impatient but curious. "I understand. Explain it to me, then."
Isa sighed softly, feeling the tension rise. "The first thing is to be methodical. You have to prepare everything in advance: the cream, the accessories. Always start by cleaning your feet, slowly, carefully." She paused, memories of the times she had lost control coming back to haunt her. "When you massage, do it gently, focusing on your movements. If it becomes too... intense, stop. Breathe."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't grasp the importance of this warning. "Intense?"
Isa took a deep breath, her gaze becoming more serious. "Yes. Sometimes, you can lose your footing. The sensations... they can become uncontrollable. If you continue without stopping, you could find yourself in a spiral that's difficult to manage."
Elizabeth seemed to reflect on these words, but she didn't seem to really understand the depth of the problem. Isa could see that her daughter had flinched, and that she had revealed too much about her own sensations. Elizabeth didn't press the question, however.
"And then?" asked Elizabeth, still pragmatic.
Isa continued hesitantly, explaining the precise gestures, how to apply the cream insisting on certain areas but avoiding others, while trying not to reveal how much these steps sometimes led her to sensations she could no longer ignore.
Elizabeth nodded, but her face remained impassive, almost skeptical. Isa, on the other hand, felt growing concern. Once the explanation was finished, Isa left the room and Elizabeth began to perform the routine.
Isa fell asleep, exhausted by the intense events of the day. Her mind, still foggy from pleasure and new sensations, began to wander in the world of dreams.
In her first dream, she found herself with Nate. They were alone in a room bathed in soft, dim light. Nate approached her, his intense gaze fixed on her eyes. He gently caressed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
"Isa," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're beautiful."
Isa felt her heart race. It wasn't just desire she felt, but something deeper, more tender. Nate kissed her passionately, his hands exploring her body with a gentleness and reverence that made her melt.
They made love slowly, savoring every caress, every kiss. Isa felt safe, desired, loved. When she reached orgasm, it was as if a wave of warmth and emotion overwhelmed her.
The dream slowly dissipated, leaving Isa with a feeling of well-being and confusion. She was beginning to realize that her feelings for Nate went beyond mere sexual play.
But her sleep was troubled again. This time, she found herself in the bondage room. Adrian was there, his predatory gaze fixed on her. Without a word, he pushed her against the wall, his hands gripping her wrists to tie them above her head.
"You're mine, Isa," he growled before kissing her brutally.
Isa wanted to resist, but her body reacted despite herself. The hypnosis amplified every sensation, transforming Adrian's brutality into intense and guilty pleasure. She moaned despite herself, her body betraying her mind.
Adrian knelt before her, tying her ankles to rings on the floor, spreading her legs. Then, with a cruel smile, he began to tickle her bare feet.
Isa burst into laughter, her body twisting under the assault of tickles. It was both torture and unbearable pleasure. She pulled at her bonds, unable to escape.
"Stop, Adrian! I beg you!" she cried between bursts of laughter.
But Adrian didn't stop. On the contrary, he intensified his tickling, using his fingers, a feather, his tongue. Isa felt her excitement rising despite herself, each caress on her feet sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Suddenly, Adrian stopped. But before Isa could catch her breath, he pressed his hard sex against her feet.
"You're going to make me cum with your feet, Isa," he ordered. "And you're going to love it."
Isa wanted to refuse, but her body moved on its own. Her feet caressed Adrian's sex, massaging it, stimulating it. She felt her own pleasure rising, inexorably.
When Adrian came on her feet, Isa was overwhelmed by a forced, intense, and shameful orgasm. She cried out in pleasure and frustration, her body shaken by violent spasms.
Isa woke up with a start, her heart pounding and her body covered in sweat. She felt dirty, disturbed by how her subconscious had reacted to Adrian. She closed her eyes, trying to chase these images from her mind.
The next morning, the participants wake up and have breakfast in a tense atmosphere. Each one thinks back to the events of the previous day, the choices made and the consequences that follow.
Suddenly, the Game Master's voice resonates throughout the house: "Gathering in the main living room. A new game is about to begin."
The seven participants - Isa, Adrian, Melody, Elizabeth, Lily, Florian, and Nate - head to the living room, apprehension palpable in the air. They form a circle according to the Game Master's instructions:
Isa is between Adrian and Nate, her tense body betraying her anxiety.
Adrian, between Isa and Melody, displays a confident smile.
Melody, positioned between Adrian and Elizabeth, trembles slightly, aware of her new hypersensitivity.
Elizabeth, between Melody and Lily, keeps an impassive face.
Lily, between Elizabeth and Florian, gives provocative looks to Nate.
Florian, between Lily and Nate, seems nervous but excited.
Nate, closing the circle between Florian and Isa, remains stoic.
The Game Master speaks: "Today's game is simple. I will give orders preceded by 'Simon says'. Each refusal or hesitation will eliminate a player. The circle will tighten with each elimination. The winner will have the power to hypnotize the first four losers."
A shiver runs through the group. The stakes are high and everyone knows that the orders will become increasingly daring.
"Let's begin," announces the Game Master. "Simon says, take off your shoes."
Without hesitation, Adrian, Melody, Elizabeth, Lily, Florian, and Nate remove their shoes. Isa, already in socks, remains motionless. The Game Master nods, satisfied. No one is eliminated, but the tension is palpable.
Melody shivers as she feels the carpet under her bare feet, her new sensitivity making her hyper-aware of every texture. Lily gives Nate a provocative look, wiggling her toes suggestively. Florian can't help but glance at the other participants' feet, and noticed Elizabeth's new black pedicure that matched a toe ring. She gave him a little wink, satisfied to see Florian looking at her feet among the others.
"Simon says, massage the feet of the person to your right."
Isa felt her heart race as Adrian turned to her, a predatory smile on his lips. She tried to stay calm as he gently took her right foot in his hands, but her body instinctively stiffened.
At the first contact, Isa had to suppress a shiver. Adrian's fingers began to massage her arch through the sock, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She closed her eyes, fighting against the erogenous sensations rising within her, refusing to admit the effect Adrian had on her.
The memory of her erotic dream with Adrian suddenly came back, intensifying her discomfort and involuntary excitement. She could feel Adrian's satisfied gaze on her, which only accentuated her frustration and shame.
"Everything okay, Isa?" Adrian whispered, his voice low and seductive.
Isa simply nodded, unable to speak. Each press of Adrian's fingers awakened sensations she was trying to repress. Her foot, having become an erogenous zone against her will, reacted intensely to each caress, sending waves of pleasure she desperately tried to ignore.
On the other side of the circle, Elizabeth, her face impassive, took Melody's feet in her hands. She began to massage them mechanically, without apparent emotion, as if performing a mundane task.
However, as soon as Elizabeth's fingers brushed the soles of Melody's feet, she reacted spectacularly. An uncontrollable laugh escaped her lips, her body suddenly twisting.
"Oh my God!" Melody exclaimed between bursts of laughter. "It's... it's too much!"
Elizabeth, surprised by this excessive reaction, slowed her movements but didn't stop, aware that it could eliminate them from the game. Her fingers continued to gently massage, causing incessant spasms and giggles from Melody.
Melody, tears in her eyes from laughing, desperately tried to control herself. Each pressure, each caress on her feet sent shocks of sensation through her body. She bit her lip, trying to hold back her laughter, but it was in vain.
"I... I'm sorry," she gasped between bursts of laughter. "I can't... it's too ticklish!"
The other participants watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and concern. Nate, in particular, couldn't take his eyes off Melody, mentally noting this new sensitivity.
Elizabeth, still stoic, continued her massage, her fingers exploring every inch of Melody's feet. She noticed that certain areas seemed particularly sensitive, especially the arches and the base of the toes.
Melody, overwhelmed by the sensations, pulled at her clothes, squirmed, did everything to try to endure the massage without completely losing control. But each new movement from Elizabeth provoked a new wave of uncontrollable laughter.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity for Melody, the Game Master announced the end of the exercise. Melody collapsed, panting and trembling, her body still shaken by residual spasms.
"Well," said the Game Master, a slight smile on his lips, "it seems our dear Melody has developed an... interesting sensitivity."
"Simon says, lick the sole of the foot of the person to your left."
A heavy silence fell over the group. The order was clearly more intimate and humiliating than the previous ones.
Isa was the first to react. "No," she said firmly, standing up abruptly. "I refuse to lower myself to that." Without a backward glance, she left the room, eliminated from the game.
Adrian hesitated for a moment, then knelt before Melody. He gently took her foot in his hands, noting the slight tremor running through her body. Slowly, he stuck out his tongue and licked the sole of her foot.
The effect was immediate and spectacular. Melody let out a high-pitched cry, her body suddenly tensing. "HAHAHA! ADRI-HAHAHA-AN!" She burst into uncontrollable laughter, her hypersensitivity making her extremely reactive.
Adrian, aware of the stakes, tried to moderate his actions. He continued to lick gently, trying to find a balance between obeying the order and not provoking too strong a reaction from Melody that could eliminate them both.
"PLE-HAHAHA-ASE!" Melody begged between bursts of laughter.
Adrian looked up at her, a mixture of desire and determination in his gaze. He knew that if he won, he could honor his agreement with Florian. This thought motivated him to continue despite the difficulty of the situation.
Melody, trembling and still shaken by nervous laughter, approached Elizabeth. She closed her eyes, as if to gather courage, then quickly licked the sole of her foot. Elizabeth visibly shuddered, her face betraying a mixture of disgust and fascination.
Elizabeth remained frozen, unable to bring herself to lick Lily's foot. After a few seconds of hesitation, the Game Master declared: "Elizabeth, you're eliminated." She left the room, visibly frustrated by her own inability to overcome her phobia.
Lily, without any hesitation, leaned towards Florian. She sensually licked the sole of his foot, maintaining eye contact with him throughout. She winked at him, clearly recalling their intimate moment from the previous day. Florian swallowed hard, visibly troubled.
Florian, the last one, approached Nate. He took a deep breath, then quickly licked his foot, as if he wanted to get it over with as fast as possible.
The Game Master smiled, satisfied. The five remaining participants - Adrian, Nate, Melody, Lily, and Florian - looked at each other, aware that the next orders would likely be even more daring. The tension was palpable, mixed with excitement and apprehension. Each wondered how far they would be willing to go to win this perverse game.
Melody, still trembling from Adrian's tickling, cast worried glances around her. She knew that her new hypersensitivity made her particularly vulnerable in this game. Adrian, for his part, couldn't take his eyes off Melody's feet, his excitement evident despite his efforts to remain moderate.
"Simon says, tell a sexual fantasy involving one of the people present."
A heavy silence fell over the group. The participants exchanged nervous glances, aware that this order would force them to reveal their most intimate desires.
Melody was the first to speak, her cheeks blushing intensely. "I... I have a fantasy involving Nate," she began, her voice trembling. She ran her tongue over her lips, an unconscious gesture that betrayed her excitement. "I often dream that he... that he lets me suck him. My mouth is so sensitive now, I imagine the pleasure it would give me to feel him..."
She broke off, overwhelmed by the intensity of her own fantasy. Adrian, next to her, visibly stiffened, his face hardening as he listened to his girlfriend fantasizing about another man.
Lily, listening to Melody's fantasy, felt a wave of jealousy and disgust wash over her. The idea that her sister could have such thoughts about Nate revolted her. She glared at Melody, her fists clenched under the table.
"Well," Lily interjected in a sharp voice, "since we're confessing, I also have a fantasy to share." She fixed her gaze on Nate, a provocative smile on her lips. "Last night, with Nate, we fulfilled one of my greatest fantasies. He tied me up in the bondage room and made me cum over and over, completely dominating me."
Melody paled as she heard Lily's words, realizing that it wasn't just a fantasy but a real event. She felt betrayed, both by her sister and by Nate.
Florian, encouraged by the atmosphere of revelations, spoke up in turn. "Since we're talking about last night," he said, glancing at Lily, "I also have something to share. Lily and I, we had an... intense moment in the bondage room. Her feet are really something special."
Nate, listening to these revelations, felt a wave of jealousy and desire rise within him. He took a deep breath before speaking. "My fantasy," he began, carefully avoiding Melody's gaze, "involves Lily. I imagine her submissive, obedient, ready to satisfy each of my desires."
The silence that followed was heavy with sexual tension and unspoken emotions. Adrian stared darkly at Melody, clearly annoyed by her fantasy about Nate. Melody, for her part, oscillated between shame at having revealed her desire for Nate and jealousy towards Lily.
"Simon says, partially undress the person to your right down to their underwear."
A tense silence fell over the group. The participants exchanged nervous glances, aware that this order was pushing them towards even more pronounced physical intimacy.
Adrian was the first to move. He turned to Lily, a predatory smile on his lips. His hands trembled slightly with anticipation as he began to unbutton Lily's shirt. He took his time, savoring every inch of revealed skin. Lily remained motionless, her gaze fixed on Nate, deliberately ignoring Adrian's attentions.
Nate approached Florian with a neutral expression. His gestures were calm and measured as he began to remove Florian's shirt. He was aware of Lily's gaze on him and tried to remain professional, although the tension in the room was palpable.
Melody, her cheeks red with embarrassment, moved towards Adrian. Her hands visibly trembled as she began to undress him. She avoided his gaze, aware of the complexity of their relationship and the current situation. Adrian, for his part, seemed to savor her discomfort.
Lily, unlike the others, seemed almost to be enjoying the situation. She approached Melody with confidence, a smirk on her lips. Without hesitation, she began to undress her sister, her movements fluid and assured. Melody shivered under her hands, uncomfortable with Lily's lack of embarrassment.
Florian, the last one, approached Nate. His hands were slightly clammy as he began to unbutton Nate's shirt. He was aware of Lily's gaze on them, and it only accentuated his nervousness.
Once the order was executed, the participants found themselves in their underwear, exposed and vulnerable. The sexual tension in the room was almost palpable.
Adrian openly admired Lily's body, his eyes eagerly roaming her curves. Lily, however, paid him no attention, her gaze fixed on Nate. Nate, for his part, tried to maintain a neutral expression, although his body betrayed his excitement.
Melody trembled slightly, aware of her new vulnerability. She cast nervous glances around, particularly towards Adrian and Nate. Florian, meanwhile, seemed uncomfortable, aware that Lily was paying him no attention.
The Game Master observed the scene with satisfaction. "Good," he said, his voice breaking the tense silence. "No one is eliminated for this round. Prepare for the next order."
"Simon says, caress the most intimate part of the person to your left."
A heavy silence fell over the group. The participants exchanged nervous glances, aware that this order was crossing a new boundary.
Adrian, the first to act, approached Melody hesitantly. He looked her in the eyes, seeking her approval. Melody, trembling, nodded slightly. Adrian knelt before her and gently placed his lips on her panties. Melody shivered, her hypersensitive body reacting violently to this contact.
Melody, still troubled by Adrian's gesture, turned to Lily. She hesitated for a moment, then, as if driven by a desire for revenge, knelt before her sister. Without warning, she placed her lips directly on Lily's sex, through the thin fabric of her panties. Lily jumped, surprised by Melody's audacity.
Lily, the next turn, found herself facing Florian's erect sex. She glanced at Nate, who was watching her intensely. Something in his gaze made her hesitate. "I... I can't," she whispered, taking a step back. The Game Master nodded. "Lily, you're eliminated."
Florian, visibly uncomfortable, looked at Nate with apprehension. He took a step forward, then stopped, unable to bring himself to touch Nate in this way. The seconds ticked by, endless. "Florian," the Game Master finally announced, "you took too long. You're eliminated."
Nate, the last one, approached Adrian. Their gazes met, charged with palpable tension. Reluctantly, Nate knelt before Adrian and placed his lips on his sex through his boxer shorts. Adrian couldn't hold back a satisfied smile, clearly savoring Nate's humiliation.
"Good," declared the Game Master. "Florian and Lily are eliminated. Only Adrian, Nate, and Melody remain who won't be hypnotized. The finale will be more intense, and more interesting, so prepare yourselves."
A tense silence fell over the room as the three remaining participants - Adrian, Nate, and Melody - exchanged nervous glances. The Game Master watched them carefully, savoring the palpable tension in the air.
Adrian was the first to move. With a confident smile, he began to undress slowly, his eyes fixed on Melody. He removed his boxer shorts, exposing his sex already half-hardened by excitement.
Nate, more hesitant, began to undress in turn. His movements were measured, almost calculated, as if he was trying to maintain some semblance of control over the situation. When he was completely naked, he couldn't help but glance at Melody, a mixture of desire and concern in his gaze.
Melody, trembling, was the last to obey the order. She slowly unhooked her lace bra, freeing her breasts which immediately stood up in the cool air of the room. She then slid her panties down her legs.
Once naked, Melody couldn't help but cross her arms over her chest, uncomfortable under the intense gazes of Adrian and Nate.
The Game Master observed the scene with satisfaction. "Good," he said, his voice breaking the tense silence. "You are all three naked and vulnerable. Prepare for the next order."
The Game Master left the room for a moment, leaving the three naked and nervous participants. When he returned, he was carrying a tray on which rested three objects. He placed them in the center of the circle, under the intrigued and apprehensive gazes of Adrian, Nate, and Melody.
The first two objects were electric masturbator sleeves. They looked like soft silicone tubes, about 20 centimeters long, with a narrow opening at one end. The inner surface was covered with complex textures - ridges, bumps, and hollows designed to intensely stimulate a penis. Electrical wires came out of the base, suggesting vibration functionalities and perhaps even light electric shocks.
The third object was even more disturbing. It was a kind of electric dildo attached to a facial harness. The dildo itself was of an impressive size, about 18 centimeters long and of considerable thickness. It was remarkably detailed, with protruding veins and a pronounced glans. The harness was designed to firmly hold the dildo in the wearer's mouth, with straps fastening behind the head.
Seeing this object, Melody and Nate exchanged a shocked look. They both recognized the perfect shape of Nate's sex, reproduced with troubling precision.
The Game Master smiled at their reaction. "As you can see," he said in a calm voice, "these objects have been specially designed for you. The masturbator sleeves are exact molds of Melody's intimacy." He paused, appreciating the intense blush that invaded Melody's cheeks. "As for the oral dildo, it is indeed a faithful replica of Nate's penis."
Adrian looked at the objects with a mixture of fascination and poorly concealed excitement. His eyes went from the masturbator sleeves to the dildo, already imagining the possibilities.
Nate, although visibly troubled, tried to maintain an impassive air. But his body betrayed him, his sex reacting despite himself to the sight of these perverse toys.
"Simon says, equip yourselves with these objects."
A tense silence fell over the room as the three participants exchanged nervous glances. Melody felt her heart racing, her body trembling slightly with anticipation and fear.
Nate was the first to move. He took one of the masturbator sleeves, turning it in his hands with a mixture of curiosity and excitement. His eyes went from the object to Melody, imagining that it was an exact replica of her intimacy.
Adrian, for his part, grabbed the other sleeve, a predatory smile on his lips. He gently caressed the textured surface, already imagining the sensations it could provide him.
Melody, trembling, approached the oral dildo. She took it in her hands, feeling its weight, its texture. The shape was undeniably that of Nate's sex, and this realization sent a wave of heat through her entire body.
With hesitant gestures, Melody began to attach the harness around her head. Each movement seemed amplified, each contact with her skin sending shivers of anticipation through her body. When she positioned the dildo in front of her mouth, she felt her breath quicken.
Slowly, almost reverently, Melody opened her mouth and let the dildo slide between her lips. The effect was immediate and intense. Her mouth, made hypersensitive by hypnosis, exploded with sensations. It was as if every nerve in her tongue, her lips, her palate had suddenly awakened.
A muffled moan escaped her throat as the dildo sank deeper. The texture, the shape, everything reminded her of Nate. It was as if her deepest fantasy was coming to life in her mouth. Her tongue danced around the dildo, exploring every vein, every curve.
Melody closed her eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. She could feel her excitement rising, her body reacting as if it was really Nate in her mouth. Every movement, every pressure sent waves of pleasure through her body.
On their side, Nate and Adrian began to put on the masturbator sleeves and the straps that held them tight. Nate was the first to slide his sex into the replica of Melody's intimacy. He couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure. The sensation was incredibly realistic, each texture, each fold seeming to perfectly match his memories of Melody.
Adrian followed shortly after, his face contorting with pleasure as he sank into the sleeve. "Fuck," he whispered, "it's so tight."
Melody, hearing their reactions, felt her excitement rise even higher. The idea that both men were "penetrating" her simultaneously, even if it was just a replica, drove her wild with desire.
"Simon says, don't cum," ordered the Game Master, pressing a button. Suddenly, the toys activated.
The sleeves on Adrian and Nate began to move up and down, providing them with intense and delicious sensations. The internal texture, molded exactly on Melody's intimacy, seemed alive, pulsing and contracting around their sexes.
Melody, for her part, was taken by surprise when the dildo in her mouth came to life. It began to move back and forth, its piston mechanism creating constant friction against her tongue and palate. Moreover, it began to rotate on itself, stimulating every corner of her hypersensitive mouth.
The young woman moaned around the dildo, her eyes widening under the assault of sensations. Her tongue danced frantically around the artificial member, tasting every vein, every curve. Each movement sent shocks of pleasure through her body, her excitement skyrocketing.
In an effort to control herself, Melody tried to focus on something else. She raised her legs, placing her feet prominently in front of the two men. Her toes began to wiggle frantically, seeking to attract Nate and Adrian's attention.
The two men, already overwhelmed by the sensations provided by the sleeves, were immediately captivated by the spectacle of Melody's feet. They were strikingly beautiful - size 38, with long graceful toes adorned with immaculate white polish that shone softly in the dim light of the room.
Nate couldn't take his eyes off Melody's perfect arches. The curve of her feet created sensual lines that seemed to call to him, inviting touch. He watched, fascinated, the movements of her toes, each flexion and extension sending shivers down his spine.
Adrian, for his part, was hypnotized by the soles of Melody's feet. With each movement, small wrinkles formed on her soft skin, creating complex and fascinating patterns. He could almost feel their texture under his fingers, imagining the sensation of caressing them, massaging them.
Melody's toes continued their bewitching dance, spreading and closing in turn. Each movement seemed calculated to stoke the desire of the two men. The skin between her toes, of a delicate paleness, appeared furtively with each spread, a promise of sensitive areas to explore.
Nate felt his excitement rise a notch. The sleeve around his sex seemed to tighten, perfectly mimicking the contractions of Melody's intimacy. He imagined that it was really her he was penetrating, that it was her perfect feet dancing in front of him while he possessed her.
Adrian, on his side, struggled to maintain control. The movements of Melody's feet, combined with the intense sensations provided by the sleeve, were pushing him dangerously close to the point of no return. He gritted his teeth, determined not to cum, not to lose this perverse game.
Meanwhile, Melody was lost in a whirlwind of sensations. The dildo in her mouth continued its relentless movements, stimulating every nerve ending. She felt her control slipping away, a primal desire rising within her.
Unable to hold back, she began to suck the dildo eagerly, her tongue dancing around it, caressing it, exploring it. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through her body, her excitement spiraling upward.
Nate, seeing Melody lose control, felt his own desire reach new heights. It was one of his deepest fantasies coming to life before him: Melody, abandoned to pleasure, sucking a replica of his sex with devouring passion.
Melody's feet continued their sensual dance, her toes curling and relaxing to the rhythm of her growing pleasure. Nate could see every tendon tightening under her fine skin, every muscle playing as she approached orgasm.
Adrian, although struggling against his own pleasure, couldn't help but be fascinated by the spectacle. Melody's feet, so delicate, contrasted with the intensity of her desire. He watched, hypnotized, the increasingly frantic movements of her toes, a sign of her imminent pleasure.
Melody felt her orgasm approaching, a wave of heat rising inexorably within her. Her moans, muffled by the dildo, became louder and more desperate. She sucked the artificial member with renewed passion, imagining it was really Nate in her mouth.
Suddenly, the orgasm hit her with devastating force. Her body tensed like a bow, her toes curling violently one last time. Waves of intense pleasure overwhelmed her, leaving her trembling and panting.
Nate, unable to resist this vision, felt his own orgasm overwhelm him. The sight of Melody cumming, her feet contracted in ecstasy, combined with the intense sensations of the sleeve, pushed him over the edge. He came violently, his body shaken by spasms.
Adrian, who was already on the brink, managed by a superhuman effort to hold back. He clenched his fists, his body trembling with effort, but he didn't give in to pleasure.
Slowly, the toys slowed down and then stopped. Melody, still shaken by the aftershocks of her orgasm, let out a muffled moan when the dildo ceased its movements. Her feet, still resting on the table, trembled slightly, her toes weakly twitching in the last throes of pleasure.
The Game Master observed the scene with a satisfied smile. "Well," he said, his voice breaking the post-orgasmic silence. "Adrian is the only one who didn't cum. He wins this round."
Nate, although disappointed to have lost, regretted nothing. The vision of Melody lost in pleasure, her perfect feet twitching frantically, would be etched in his memory forever.
Melody, for her part, was slowly coming to her senses. She gradually realized what had just happened, how she had completely abandoned herself to pleasure in front of Nate and Adrian. Part of her felt ashamed, but another, deeper part couldn't deny the intensity of what she had just experienced.
The Game Master called Adrian into the room where the four losers were. Adrian entered, a mixture of curiosity and excitement in his gaze. The Game Master turned to him, his face impassive.
"Adrian," he began, "as the winner, you have the power to choose a unique hypnosis for these four participants."
Adrian nodded, then turned to Florian. "Our deal still stands?" he asked in a low voice.
Florian nodded discreetly. "Yes, of course."
Adrian turned back to the Game Master. "Is it possible that Florian, and only Florian, remembers the hypnosis I'm going to choose?"
The Game Master thought for a moment. "It's not against the rules," he finally replied.
Adrian smiled, satisfied. He leaned towards Florian. "What hypnosis would you like? Keep in mind that you'll also be under its effect."
Florian whispered something in Adrian's ear. Adrian nodded, a mischievous smile on his lips.
"Here's the hypnosis," Adrian announced to the Game Master. "As soon as you wear the nail polish you know to be someone's favorite, you gradually submit to them, feeling like you want to drink in their words and obey them."
The Game Master nodded. "An interesting hypnosis," he commented. He turned to the four losers - Isa, Elizabeth, Lily, and Florian.
He began the hypnosis process, his voice becoming soft and melodious. The four participants quickly fell into a deep trance state.
Adrian watched the scene with fascination, already imagining the possibilities this hypnosis would open up. Florian, beside him, seemed just as excited. When the Game Master had finished, the four participants slowly reopened their eyes, seeming slightly disoriented.
"It's done," announced the Game Master. "The hypnosis is in place."
In the afternoon, Florian went to Elizabeth's room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knocked softly on the door, entering when he heard Elizabeth's voice inviting him in.
Elizabeth was sitting on her bed, her legs elegantly crossed. She felt a strange sensation wash over her at the sight of Florian, as if a part of herself was gradually fading away.
"Elizabeth," Florian began, his voice low and seductive, "I managed to secure an alliance with Adrian. But it's going to require effort on our part."
Elizabeth nodded, her gaze fixed on Florian as he sat next to her on the bed. Without warning, he leaned over and began to remove her shoes. Elizabeth was surprised by this bold gesture, but strangely, she didn't protest.
Florian's eyes lit up when he discovered Elizabeth's feet. They were a true work of art, small and delicate, with a gracefully arched instep that seemed to defy gravity. Her toes, perfectly aligned, were adorned with a deep black polish that shone like polished glass. A silver toe ring sparkled softly, irresistibly drawing the eye.
Florian gently took Elizabeth's right foot in his hands, his fingers softly caressing the smooth, silky skin. He traced the outline of each toe, lingering on the graceful curve of the arch. Elizabeth involuntarily shivered, surprised by the intensity of sensations this simple touch provoked.
"Your feet are beautiful," Florian whispered, his voice husky with admiration. He slid his thumb along the sole of her foot, appreciating the smooth texture and the warmth emanating from it.
Elizabeth felt a wave of heat rise within her. She was disconcerted by her own passivity, but the memory of the pleasure she had felt in dominating Florian with her feet made her curiously tolerant of this role reversal.
Florian continued his exploration, gently massaging the heel before moving up to the toes. He moved them delicately, admiring the flexibility and grace of each movement. The toe ring tinkled softly with each manipulation, like a sweet melody accompanying this intimate moment.
Elizabeth nodded, her mind clouded by the sensations Florian had awakened in her. "The games are becoming... more intense," she murmured, her voice slightly trembling.
"Indeed," Florian agreed, his fingers still dancing on Elizabeth's feet. "By the way, if a game in pairs comes up, you should team up with me. The other women would be more reluctant to attack me because of blood ties."
Elizabeth frowned, as if part of her wanted to point out something important, but this thought vanished immediately. She focused instead on the sensations provided by Florian's skilled hands. She listened to him as if he was naturally right. Although the apparent dynamic seemed to change, the result being the same for her, namely Florian at her feet giving her pleasure, she didn't care.
Suddenly, Florian began to lightly tickle the soles of her feet. Elizabeth jumped, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. She realized that her feet had become much more sensitive. She looked at Florian whose gaze had changed, it was that of a predator looking at his prey.
"You have the most beautiful feet, you know," Florian whispered, his intense gaze fixed on Elizabeth. "I'd like to continue... if you want. I'm with you, I'll do whatever you want."
Elizabeth, feeling Florian getting excited, and under the effects of hypnosis, also saw her own excitement skyrocket. Her mind, clouded by her libido and a strange veil obscuring her judgment, made her nod without hesitation. "Yes," she breathed, "continue."
What followed was a whirlwind of sensations. Florian's skilled hands caressed, massaged, stimulated her feet, but not too intensely, almost sensually. Elizabeth saw her excitement grow second by second as Florian undressed.
"I want you to witness the effect you have on me," Florian said, his gaze filled with undisguised desire.
She saw his pulsating sex, dripping with pre-cum. Elizabeth, overwhelmed by an unexpected wave of desire, began to caress Florian's hard sex with her feet. Her delicate toes, adorned with shiny black polish, wrapped around his length with surprising dexterity. The toe ring sparkled with each movement, adding a touch of visual sensuality to the scene.
The soft, silky skin of her soles slid along Florian's shaft, causing shivers of pleasure in him. Elizabeth alternated between slow, sensual movements and faster, more intense caresses. Her perfectly arched insteps hugged the shape of Florian's sex, creating delicious friction.
"Your feet are divine, Elizabeth," Florian whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You're so talented, so sensual."
These words made Elizabeth shiver, her excitement skyrocketing. She felt her own pleasure intensify in mirror of Florian's, each moan she wrung from him resonating in her own body.
Elizabeth's toes danced on Florian's sensitive glans, spreading drops of pre-seminal fluid along the entire length. The contrast between the black polish and the pale skin of her feet accentuated each movement, hypnotizing Florian.
"You like this, don't you?" Florian whispered. "You like giving me pleasure with your perfect feet."
Elizabeth moaned softly, feeling her control gradually slipping away. She knew she would become more submissive if she came, but the sensations were too intense, too intoxicating for her to resist.
Elizabeth used both feet with perfect synchronization, sliding them up and down Florian's throbbing member. Sometimes, she pressed her feet together, trapping Florian's sex between her arches, increasing the pressure and intensity of the sensations.
"Oh, Elizabeth," Florian groaned, "you're incredible. I feel like I'm going to cum soon."
These words sent a jolt of pleasure through Elizabeth's body. She felt her own orgasm approaching, in perfect sync with Florian's.
Elizabeth's toes skillfully played with Florian's frenulum, eliciting moans of intense pleasure from him. She used her heels to gently massage Florian's testicles, adding a new dimension to the stimulation.
The sound of Elizabeth's feet sliding on Florian's wet sex filled the room, mixed with the pants and moans of both participants. The musky scent of desire floated in the air, intensifying the erotic atmosphere. Elizabeth was aware that she shouldn't go too far, that her recent hypnosis would make her less dominant towards Florian if she had an orgasm. She was still trying to maintain control over her body, which Florian could see.
"Let yourself go, Elizabeth," Florian whispered, his voice hypnotic. "Cum with me, let the pleasure overwhelm you."
Elizabeth, as if in a daze provoked by Florian's words, found herself carried away by her own pleasure, began to undulate her hips to the rhythm of her foot movements. Her toes curled and relaxed, massaging every vein, every curve of Florian's sex with almost surgical precision.
The footjob became a sensual dance, an erotic ballet where Elizabeth's feet were the undisputed stars. Each flexion, each extension of her ankles added a new nuance of pleasure, pushing Florian and herself closer and closer to the edge.
Elizabeth could feel Florian's sex pulsing between her feet, a sign of his imminent pleasure. She intensified her movements, her feet becoming blurry in their frantic back-and-forth. The toe ring jingled frantically, like a bell announcing the approach of orgasm.
"I'm going to cum, Elizabeth," Florian panted. "Cum with me, now!"
These words were the last straw. Elizabeth felt her orgasm overwhelm her at the very moment Florian reached his. Her body tensed, shaken by spasms of intense pleasure, as Florian released onto her feet.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm, Elizabeth felt her will crumble slightly. A gentle submission invaded her, making her strangely vulnerable and receptive to Florian's desires.
Florian observed Elizabeth carefully, noting her post-orgasmic state and vulnerability due to hypnosis. A calculating smile formed on his lips as he decided to exploit this opportunity.
"Elizabeth," he whispered in a soft and seductive voice, "I'd like to tickle you. You know, the only way to really dominate me is to make me cum. I have a tickling fetish, so by exciting me, making me cum with tickles, you'll dominate me more than you think."
He carefully observed her reaction, watching for the slightest sign of hesitation or interest. Elizabeth, still dizzy from her recent orgasm and the influence of hypnosis, seemed to be considering the idea. Her eyes, slightly glassy, fixed on Florian with a new curiosity.
"Maybe," she murmured, a lazy smile on her lips.
Florian felt excitement rising within him. He knew he was on the right track, but he had to play his cards carefully. He decided to subtly change the subject to avoid arousing Elizabeth's suspicions.
"About Lily," he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "she must not remove her black nail polish. It's an important key in her relationship with Nate." He told her about the events of the previous day.
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes, you're right," she agreed. "Separating Lily from Nate would be better for us, and using her jealousy would be the best way."
Florian smiled inwardly, satisfied to see that Elizabeth was taking the bait. He decided to push a little further, knowing she was in a particularly suggestible state.
"And for Adrian," he continued, his voice taking on a conspiratorial tone, "you could dominate him, you know. Win him over to our cause. He's fragile, it would be enough for you to dominate him as you dominate me. You could tie him up in the bondage room and give him a footjob. He would bend to your will."
He saw Elizabeth's eyes light up at this idea, her excitement visibly rising. Florian knew he had touched a sensitive point.
"But for that," he added, his voice becoming lower and more intimate, "you need to continue doing your pedicures. You should push them even further like your mother does. It's important."
Elizabeth nodded without hesitation, completely caught in the trap set by Florian. "Okay, I'll do it," she said enthusiastically.
Florian smiled, satisfied. He had succeeded in manipulating Elizabeth, taking advantage of her vulnerable state to plant ideas in her mind. He knew that these suggestions, combined with the hypnosis already in place, would influence her future actions.
He leaned towards her, his lips almost brushing her ear. "You're incredible, Elizabeth," he whispered. "With your perfect feet and your new power, you're going to bring them all to their knees."
Elizabeth shivered at these words, a mixture of pride and excitement running through her body. She was completely under Florian's influence, unaware of the trap she had just fallen into. And he left her in her room, as she plunged into intense reflections.
Isa was sitting in the office, her mind swirling in a maelstrom of contradictory emotions. Anger towards Adrian was boiling inside her, but she couldn't help thinking that his recent behavior was probably due to hypnosis. This realization slightly tempered her rage, replacing it with helpless frustration.
Her thoughts drifted to Nate, and she felt a wave of heat wash over her. The memory of their recent interactions gave rise to a desire she was trying to repress. Her hands trembled slightly as she recalled the sensation of his fingers on her skin.
Suddenly, the door opened, and Florian entered. Isa jumped, surprised by this unexpected intrusion.
"Everything okay, Isa?" Florian asked, his gaze scrutinizing her tense face.
Isa hesitated for a moment before answering. "I... I don't know, Florian. Everything is so complicated."
Florian sat across from her, his expression imbued with feigned concern. "Tell me. What's bothering you?"
Because of the hypnosis that made Florian seem sympathetic and trustworthy in her eyes, Isa's words gushed out like a torrent. She told him about Adrian, his changed behavior, her suspicions about hypnosis. Then, almost despite herself, she mentioned Nate, her voice trembling slightly when she mentioned their recent interactions.
Florian listened attentively, his calculating mind analyzing every piece of information. "You know," he said softly, "maybe Nate isn't wrong. Maybe you should reclaim your feet."
Isa looked at him, surprised. "What do you mean?"
"Well, you could change your nail polish, wear jewelry. Something to make you feel beautiful and confident."
Isa shook her head vigorously. "No, no nail polish. My feet are mine. Putting on nail polish would be embellishing them for someone else, offering them. I don't want that."
Florian nodded, feigning understanding. "I understand. But what about a massage? Through the socks, of course. It's purely therapeutic. Nate helped you and I want to do the same. You'll stop feeling so bad then."
Isa hesitated. She knew it was sexual, that it was dangerous. But a part of her, that part that had been awakened by Nate, was screaming to be touched, to be stimulated. Moreover, it was for her own good. When Nate had touched her, she had felt this curative, liberating effect, although in this case the circumstances were different.
"I... I don't know, Florian. It's..."
"It's just a massage, Isa. To help you relax. You need it."
Isa closed her eyes, weighing the pros and cons. Finally, she nodded slowly. "Okay. But just a massage."
Florian smiled, inwardly triumphant. He leaned over and gently took Isa's right foot in his hands. Even through the thick sock, Isa could feel the warmth of his fingers. She held her breath as he began to gently massage her arch.
Florian's fingers worked skillfully, finding every point of tension and releasing it. Isa felt a wave of heat rise within her, a dangerous excitement she was trying to repress.
"Relax, Isa," Florian murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Let yourself go."
Isa closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations. It was pleasant, too pleasant. She felt her body reacting despite herself, a familiar warmth spreading in her lower abdomen. This sensation remained manageable, however, as she was protected by her thick socks.
Florian continued his massage, his fingers moving up to Isa's toes. Even through the sock, he could feel their delicate shape, their flexibility. He imagined what it would be like to have them in his mouth, to suck them one by one…
Isa let out a small moan, immediately stifled. Florian pretended not to have heard it, but inwardly, he was exulting. He knew he was breaking down her defenses, slowly but surely.
The massage lasted a few minutes, each second an exquisite torture for Isa. When Florian finally stopped, she opened her eyes, breathless and red-cheeked. However, it wasn't as intense as she had thought it would be. It was also much less intense than when Nate had massaged her, probably because the underlying tension was less. Or was she really starting to reclaim these sensations?
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Florian smiled at her kindly. "The pleasure was all mine, Isa. I hope it helped you relax."
Isa nodded, unable to speak. She got up quickly, almost stumbling, and left the room.
Isa was sitting on the edge of her bed, her body tense as a bow. Her eyes were fixed on her bare feet, every nerve in her body seeming to vibrate with anticipation. The mere sight of her delicate toes was enough to send shivers down her spine.
She knew she had to continue her routine, which both terrified and excited her. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the jar, her heart pounding. "It's just care," she whispered, but her body knew it was a lie.
Slowly, she ran a cream-covered finger over the sole of her right foot. The effect was instantaneous and devastating. A guttural moan escaped her lips, her body arching under the wave of pleasure that overwhelmed her. Her toes curled, desperately seeking more contact.
"Oh my God," she gasped, struggling to maintain control. But it was a lost cause. Each caress, each touch sent electric shocks through her body. Her nipples hardened under her t-shirt, a familiar heat rising between her legs.
Her fingers slid and frantically massaged the sensitive skin of her now cream-coated feet, massaging, caressing, exploring every curve, every hollow. She could no longer stop, her body acting of its own will. Isa was moaning without restraint now, her body writhing on the bed. Her feet had become the center of her universe, each contact sending increasingly intense waves of pleasure. She felt her orgasm approaching, inexorable as the tide. The sensation was much more intense than during her last routine, proof of Adrian's climax on her feet the day before.
But a part of her, buried under desire, was still fighting. With a cry of frustration, she tore her hands away from her feet, panting and trembling. Tears in her eyes, she stood up on shaky legs.
In a daze, she headed towards her jewelry box. Her fingers found the silver ankle bracelet, a symbol of control she hoped to regain. With clumsy gestures, she attached it around her left ankle.
The cold metal against her burning skin made her shiver. It was as if every nerve in her foot was suddenly connected to this simple piece of jewelry. She could feel every link, every curve of the metal.
Desperate, she quickly put on thick socks, hoping to create a barrier between herself and the source of her torment. But even through the fabric, she could feel her feet pulsing with unfulfilled desire as the cream penetrated.
Elizabeth found Adrian in the living room, her heart pounding with anticipation. She approached him, her shod feet sliding silently on the hardwood floor.
"Adrian," she said in a low, seductive voice, "I know you've talked with Florian."
Adrian turned around, surprised. Without another word, Elizabeth took Adrian's hand and guided him to the bondage room. He knew what was going to happen and was excited in advance, Florian had proved reliable. Once inside, she pushed him against the X-shaped wall and began to tie him up, her movements precise and assured.
Adrian felt his excitement rise as Elizabeth tightened the bonds around his wrists and ankles. He could smell her delicate perfume, see the graceful curve of her neck as she leaned over to check the restraints.
Elizabeth stepped back, admiring her work. Adrian was completely at her mercy, his body taut and exposed. She felt a wave of desire wash over her, but quickly reminded herself that she had to stay in control.
His eyes widened slightly as he saw Elizabeth removing her shoes, her perfectly manicured feet immediately drawing his attention. The black nail polish shone softly in the dim light of the room, beautifully contrasting with her pale skin.
Slowly, deliberately, she approached Adrian. Her feet barely touched the floor, each step calculated to draw attention to her perfectly aligned toes, to the delicate arch of her insteps.
"Do you like what you see, Adrian?" she whispered, her voice barely louder than a breath.
Adrian swallowed hard, unable to take his eyes off Elizabeth's feet. "Yes," he replied, his voice husky with desire.
Elizabeth smiled, satisfied. She raised her right foot, placing it delicately against Adrian's bare chest. She slid it slowly downward, savoring the shiver that ran through Adrian's body at the contact.
When her foot reached Adrian's groin, she could feel his growing excitement. She began to caress him gently, her toes skillfully wrapping around his hardened sex.
Adrian moaned, unconsciously pulling at his bonds. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable. Every movement of Elizabeth's feet sent waves of sensation through his body.
Elizabeth, for her part, was fighting against her own excitement. She knew that if she came, she would become submissive to Adrian, and she didn't want to lose control. But her body was betraying her, reacting to every moan from Adrian, to every twitch of his body.
She intensified her movements, now using both feet to stimulate Adrian. Her toes danced along his length, alternating between light caresses and firmer pressures. The contrast between the softness of her skin and the roughness of her calluses created a delicious friction that drove Adrian mad with desire.
"Elizabeth," Adrian panted, "it's... it's incredible."
Elizabeth felt her own desire skyrocket at these words. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her body reacting despite herself to Adrian's excitement. She knew she was dangerously approaching her own point of no return.
With a superhuman effort, she stopped abruptly. Adrian moaned in frustration, his body taut as a bow, on the brink of orgasm.
"Lick," Elizabeth ordered, placing her right foot in front of Adrian's mouth.
Adrian obeyed without hesitation, his tongue darting out to taste the mixture of sweat and his own pre-seminal fluid on Elizabeth's foot. The salty and musky taste exploded on his tongue, intensifying his excitement even further.
Elizabeth shivered with pleasure as she felt Adrian's tongue on her foot. She struggled to maintain her dominant expression, as each lick sent shocks of pleasure through her body.
Suddenly, Adrian began to gently nibble on Elizabeth's toes. The unexpected change in sensation took her by surprise, and an involuntary giggle escaped her lips.
Encouraged by this reaction, Adrian intensified his efforts. He used his tongue to tickle the sole of Elizabeth's foot, alternating between quick licks and more forceful caresses.
Elizabeth burst into laughter, unable to control herself. Her body twisted, seeking to escape the tickling while desperately wanting to maintain contact. She was trapped by her own sensations, her crystalline laughter filling the room.
Adrian, still on the brink of orgasm, felt his excitement reach its peak. Elizabeth's frantic movements, her uncontrollable laughter, the sensation of her feet against his face, all combined pushed him beyond his limits.
With a moan muffled by Elizabeth's foot, Adrian reached orgasm. His body tensed, shaken by violent spasms as he released.
Elizabeth, too caught up in her hilarity, didn't notice Adrian's orgasm. She continued laughing for almost a minute, her body shaken by uncontrollable spasms.
When she finally caught her breath, she looked at Adrian, expecting to see him still on the edge of orgasm. To her great surprise, he seemed relaxed, almost satisfied.
"What happened?" she asked, confused.
Adrian, still dazed by the intensity of his orgasm, took a moment to respond. "I... I think I came," he finally admitted.
Elizabeth felt a wave of relief wash over her. She had managed to avoid coming herself, thus escaping the hypnosis that would have made her submissive to Adrian. She knew that Florian had been right earlier, and although she had undergone tickling while being particularly sensitive, it had worked wonderfully to dominate Adrian. But at the same time, a part of her couldn't help feeling a twinge of disappointment. She had been so close to orgasm, her body still vibrating with unfulfilled desire.
"I suppose our little session is over," she said, trying to keep her voice firm despite her persistent excitement.
Adrian nodded, still in shock from what had just happened. He was confused, knowing that Florian hadn't lied about Elizabeth's hypnosis, but disappointed not to have been able to see her succumb to pleasure.
Elizabeth began to untie Adrian, her hands trembling slightly. Each accidental brush of his skin sent shivers through her hypersensitive body.
Once Adrian was free, Elizabeth stepped back, creating a physical and emotional distance between them. "So, are you with us?" she said, looking him straight in the eye. He nodded, still uncertain of what she was proposing.
With these words, she turned on her heel and left the bondage room, leaving Adrian alone with his thoughts and the vivid memory of her feet.
Elizabeth went back up the stairs. Passing by Lily's room, she heard noise and decided to take a look.
Lily was sitting on her bed, a bottle of nail polish remover in hand, ready to remove her black nail polish.
"What are you doing?" asked Elizabeth, leaning against the doorframe.
Lily looked up, surprised. "Oh, I was thinking of redoing my pedicure. You know, to please Nate."
Elizabeth sensed an opportunity presenting itself. She entered the room and sat next to Lily.
"You know," she began in a conspiratorial tone, "I don't think that's a good idea."
Lily frowned. "Why not?"
"Think about it," Elizabeth explained. "Nate has already seen you with this black nail polish. And look what happened, you got him. What will happen?"
"He'll be jealous again, and I'll have his attention," Lily finished, understanding where her sister was going with this.
"Exactly," Elizabeth smiled.
Lily seemed to think for a moment, then a mischievous smile appeared on her face. "You're right. I'll keep it."
Satisfied, Elizabeth left Lily's room and headed towards Isa's. She knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," Isa's voice responded.
Elizabeth entered the room to find her mother on the bed after her care routine.
"Mom," Elizabeth began, "I was thinking... maybe you could show me how you do your routine?"
Isa felt a wave of discomfort wash over her when Elizabeth asked to learn her care routine. This ritual that she had always kept for herself, this intimate struggle to maintain control in the face of overwhelming sensations... How could she discuss it with her daughter without revealing how much it had become a battle for her?
Elizabeth, with her impassive gaze, seemed serious though. "I just want to understand how you do it, mom. Maybe it would help me center myself too." Her voice was calm, almost detached.
Isa hesitated, her mind swirling between the consequences of this request and the desire to help her daughter. Explaining this routine wouldn't be like giving ordinary advice. There was a much more intimate, almost dangerous dimension to this care that often plunged her into sensations she could no longer control. But how to refuse without arousing suspicion?
She finally gave in, but with caution. "I can explain... but you need to understand that it's more complicated than it seems. It's not just care, it's... a way to maintain control." She spoke slowly, weighing each word.
Elizabeth crossed her arms, impatient but curious. "I understand. Explain it to me, then."
Isa sighed softly, feeling the tension rise. "The first thing is to be methodical. You have to prepare everything in advance: the cream, the accessories. Always start by cleaning your feet, slowly, carefully." She paused, memories of the times she had lost control coming back to haunt her. "When you massage, do it gently, focusing on your movements. If it becomes too... intense, stop. Breathe."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, as if she didn't grasp the importance of this warning. "Intense?"
Isa took a deep breath, her gaze becoming more serious. "Yes. Sometimes, you can lose your footing. The sensations... they can become uncontrollable. If you continue without stopping, you could find yourself in a spiral that's difficult to manage."
Elizabeth seemed to reflect on these words, but she didn't seem to really understand the depth of the problem. Isa could see that her daughter had flinched, and that she had revealed too much about her own sensations. Elizabeth didn't press the question, however.
"And then?" asked Elizabeth, still pragmatic.
Isa continued hesitantly, explaining the precise gestures, how to apply the cream insisting on certain areas but avoiding others, while trying not to reveal how much these steps sometimes led her to sensations she could no longer ignore.
Elizabeth nodded, but her face remained impassive, almost skeptical. Isa, on the other hand, felt growing concern. Once the explanation was finished, Isa left the room and Elizabeth began to perform the routine.
