I never thought a simple phone app would change my life.
I had downloaded “Mesmerize Pro” — a shady hypnosis app that claimed it could influence people if they looked at the screen for more than 8 seconds. I thought it was fake until I tested it on a barista and she suddenly gave me a free coffee and her phone number.
Today, I decided to go big.
It was the annual International Auto Show in Chicago. The convention center was packed with luxury cars and hundreds of beautiful promotional models. I was hunting for the perfect target.
And then I saw her.
Her name was Sophia Voss. 24 years old, stunning blonde with a perfect body — long legs, tiny waist, and full DD breasts. She was wearing a tiny metallic silver bikini that barely covered anything, paired with clear high heels. She was posing seductively on the hood of a bright red Ferrari, smiling for photos.
I waited until she finished a photoshoot, then walked up to her.
“Excuse me, can I get a picture with you?” I asked, holding up my phone.
She flashed her professional smile. “Of course!”
As she posed next to me, I opened the app and turned the screen toward her. The spiral pattern started spinning. She stared at it for about 10 seconds while smiling for the camera.
Her eyes glazed over slightly.
I whispered the trigger phrase the app suggested: “Red Ferrari. Obey.”
Sophia’s expression changed. Her smile became softer, more vacant.
I tested it immediately.
“Follow me,” I said quietly.
Without hesitation, she walked behind me, away from the crowd, still in her tiny silver bikini. We went behind a row of luxury SUVs where it was quieter.
“Take off your top,” I commanded.
Sophia reached behind her back and untied her bikini top. Her big, perfect breasts spilled out. She didn’t even look embarrassed.
“Touch them for me.”
She obediently squeezed and played with her own tits while people walked just 20 feet away. My cock was rock hard.
I pushed her gently against one of the cars.
“Spread your legs.”
She obeyed instantly. I slid my hand between her thighs and pushed two fingers inside her shaved pussy. She was already wet.
“You’re going to be my obedient little car show slut today,” I whispered.
“Yes, Master,” she replied in a dreamy voice.
The Full Control
For the next three hours, I used her shamelessly.
I made her walk around the show floor with me, still topless under a thin jacket I gave her. Whenever I wanted, I would pull her behind a car and finger her or make her suck my cock.
At one point, I had her kneel between two luxury cars and deepthroat me while people walked past just a few meters away. She sucked like an eager pornstar, saliva dripping down her chin onto her huge tits.
Later, I took her to a less crowded display of classic cars. I bent her over the hood of a vintage Corvette, pulled her bikini bottoms to the side, and fucked her hard from behind.
Sophia moaned loudly as I pounded her tight pussy.
“Harder, Master… Use your car show whore.”
I fucked her raw, slapping her ass while hundreds of people were scattered throughout the hall. The risk was incredible.
When I was ready to cum, I pulled out and made her kneel again. I covered her beautiful face and tits with thick ropes of cum. She smiled dreamily and thanked me.
The Grand Finale
Near closing time, I got bolder.
I took Sophia to the main stage area where they had done presentations earlier. It was mostly empty now. I sat on the edge of the stage and made her ride me reverse cowgirl, facing the empty convention hall.
She bounced on my cock, moaning without shame, her big tits bouncing wildly.
“Cum inside me, Master,” she begged. “Fill your model slut.”
I grabbed her hips and pumped her full of cum while she had a powerful orgasm.
After I finished, I made her clean my cock with her mouth, still covered in my cum.
I whispered the exit command so she would remember nothing except feeling extremely satisfied.
Sophia blinked a few times, then smiled at me sweetly, still half-naked and leaking cum down her thighs.
“Would you like another picture?” she asked innocently.
I smiled.
“Maybe next year.”
The auto show ended on Sunday evening, but I wasn’t ready to let Sophia go.
Before the final day ended, I pulled her behind one of the displays and reactivated the trigger:
“Red Ferrari. Obey.”
Her eyes glazed over again instantly.
“You’re coming home with me for the weekend,” I told her. “You will be my personal obedient slave until Monday morning.”
“Yes, Master,” she replied softly, smiling like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I had her change back into her normal clothes — a tight white crop top and jeans — but I made her keep the tiny silver bikini on underneath. We drove back to my apartment in the city.
The Weekend Begins
The moment we stepped inside my apartment, I gave her new commands.
“Strip. From now on, you will stay naked unless I tell you otherwise.”
Sophia obediently removed every piece of clothing. Her perfect 24-year-old body was on full display — big firm tits, tiny waist, long legs, and a smooth shaved pussy.
I sat on the couch and pointed at the floor.
“Kneel.”
She dropped to her knees between my legs without hesitation. For the next twenty minutes, she worshipped my cock — slow, deep, and sloppy. She looked up at me with those innocent blue eyes while gagging on my dick.
“Good girl. You’re much better at this than being a car model.”
I eventually pulled her up, bent her over the dining table, and fucked her hard from behind. Sophia moaned loudly as I slammed into her tight pussy again and again.
“Tell me what you are,” I demanded, slapping her ass.
“I’m your mind controlled slut, Master… I exist to serve your cock.”
I filled her with my first load of the weekend.
Total Obedience
Over the next two days, I used her relentlessly.
- I made her cook breakfast completely naked.
- I fucked her on the balcony while people walked on the street below.
- I made her clean the apartment on all fours while I fucked her from behind.
- I had her call her agent and cancel all her modeling jobs for the next month while I was fingering her.
The most intense session happened on Saturday night.
I tied her hands behind her back, put her on her knees in the living room, and used her mouth for nearly an hour. Then I laid her on the coffee table, spread her legs wide, and fucked her in every position possible while the TV played in the background.
Sophia came multiple times, her body completely surrendering to the hypnosis.
At one point she begged:
“Please Master… cum inside me again. I want to feel full.”
I pumped another thick load deep into her womb.
The Final Night
On Sunday night, before the hypnosis wore off, I sat her down on the couch.
“You will remember nothing except having an amazing weekend. You will feel extremely attracted to me and will want to see me again. Every time you hear the words ‘Red Ferrari’, you will become obedient again.”
Sophia smiled dreamily and nodded.
I fucked her one last time — slow and deep missionary on my bed, looking into her eyes while she wrapped her legs around me.
When I finally came inside her, she whispered:
“Thank you for using me, Master…”
Monday Morning
I drove her back to her apartment. Before she got out of the car, I tested the trigger one last time.
“Red Ferrari. Obey.”
She froze.
“Kiss me like you’re in love with me.”
Sophia leaned over and kissed me passionately, her tongue exploring my mouth.
When I released the command, she blinked and smiled at me sweetly.
“I had a really great time this weekend,” she said, genuinely believing it. “We should do this again.”
I smiled back.
“Oh, we will.”
