The Unintended Slave

Paul giving up on finding work in his field decided to go home to Colorado, his parents had died while he was finishing his doctorate in psychology, and the will had left him the family lodge deep in the mountains next to a lake.

He had spent all of his school money looking for a position on the east coast.

He thought with as many nuts there were in New York City alone he should have no problem.

So he thought, maybe he was very wrong.

He found out that one out of every three hundred in his field would find work.

Nice to know now he thought.

His particular branch of psychology was hypnotherapy and psychoanalysis.

To make money he had developed a nightclub show doing Hypnosis, it paid the bills and gave him a few laughs.

The last of his gas got him to the western side of Kansas, he stopped at a large hotel and got a room with his credit on his card.

He found the manager.

I see your entertainer for this weekend canceled on you, I do a comedy show, and if I can get my room and food, and a full tank of gas so I can get to Colorado I'd be very happy.

The manager said let's see this show, Paul said I need two or three volunteers.

The manager looked at him like he was crazy but called two waiters, and a guy from the bar.

As they came over Paul described his show and asked if they would mind allowing him to demonstrate to the manager.

The guy from the bar was one of those types if I do not understand it, it is fake.

The waitress and the busboy said sure it would be fun.

Paul sat them down and tranced them all in less than a minute.

The manager said that proves nothing.

Well, ask him a question you know he would lie about, and I will have him tell you only the truth.

He still did not believe that would be a real test.

He hated doing this type of proof, it would take a much deeper trance than he was in, to do it, he whispered in his ear for about ten minutes, and stood up. Ok, he is ready.

He said you will feel nothing in your arm any sensation will be pleasant to you.

Do you understand?

The big guy nodded his head, Paul said ok then.

He found a straight pin on the desk and using his lighter sterilized it.

Saying to him, you will feel nothing.

And stabbed his arm.

He did not even blink as he did it.

Just to prove that was real he had the manager pull it out before waking the big guy.

The manager was impressed and said you're hired, but none of that shit on my stage.

No problem, shaking his hand.

The busboy and waitress, Paul gave them a suggestion to have them brag how cool it was and say, you got to go to his show to everyone they meet. The waitress was a very pretty girl, very shapely, she would be perfect on stage with him he gave her the suggestion You will be here tomorrow and always be close to help me.

The next night the place was mostly filled, this is good he thought.

He did the standard gags the crowd loved the show and the tip jar was over full when the show was over. He had the waitress be a ballerina twirling everywhere he went.

The busboy is singing.

All three nights he packed the house, the manager asked him to stay one more weekend and he would pay for his food and room plus 1/2 of the door.

Paul figured he made about $5000 that weekend so half of that would take him home easily.

He planned a better show for the next weekend.

He pre-tranced the waitress so she would go straight into an extremely deep trance when he snapped his fingers.

He found out her name was Millie she was a very pretty and busty girl, but painfully shy and had never done anything like this and she loved how it made her feel.

After practicing for the show, she would hand around and beg him to trance her and let her see fictional places.

He did it, thinking it was fair payment for her help.

She was getting easier to trance and she was going much deeper and faster by the end of the week.

The shows were all standing room only, he did mass trancing of the crowd and suggested they tip heavy.

It was Sunday night Millie came to his room after she got off of work, she had taken some time tonight to add some makeup and brush her long red hair, she had it in braids all day so it would have kinky waves in it, and she was wearing tight jeans and a very tight tube top, showing off her large firm breasts.

She knocked on the door, saying hello Mr. Paul, I dressed up for you, she blushed.

Well, come in, you look very nice Millie.

She turned very red, saying guys around here make fun of my boobs.

They say I got a boob job, well I didn't, my mom had bigger ones than me.

She said, but they are as firm as fake ones, she cupped one and lifted it, saying see.

Very nice Millie, so what brings you here tonight, you know I'm leaving early tomorrow.

Yes, she said, about that, she blushed.

I like you, you are really smart and you're nice.

I'd like to go with you to that mountain place you have.

I've never seen the real mountains, only pictures.

And would you trance me one more time?

I love how I feel when you do, I will miss it when you go.

He snapped his fingers and she dropped into an extremely deep trance.

He had her see the mountains and smell the air.

She giggled like a little kid as she thought she was splashing in a creek.

But it was getting late, and he needed to sleep.

He tried to wake her, but she refused to wake up.

Again he did, the more she tried the deeper she went.

It took an hour to wake her, she had a blank look on her face when she did wake.

Millie, he said, I'm leaving tomorrow and you need to go, so good night and I've enjoyed trancing you.

Good night and he walked her to the door and closed it, saying that was odd.

The alarm was set for 4 AM, he grabbed a container of coffee and got a sixpack of pop and some snack food.

He had already filled his car so it was straight off to the highway.

Four o'clock became five, and five became noon, the road endlessly stretched out in front of him. He recorded some trances, which he sold, online for the hypno-junkies, as he drove, they went for a hundred bucks each, he started the recorder to make yet one more. This one was a special order, a so-called hypnotist needed a sound file for a submissive girl, to bond her to him.

It was nearly dusk when he stopped for gas, his third stop for fuel, he was close to more than halfway home.

When he got back to the car there was Millie in the front seat.

He opened the door she did not move.

As he sat he said, Millie, what are you doing here?

She did not move, Paul shook her, and she still had a blank look on her face. He said, Millie, what the hell?

Then it hit him, two tanks of gas ago he started the submissive audio tracks he was contracted to do.

And Millie must have slipped into his car before he left.

And, it came to him.

When he had finished a few of the early tracks he remembered he needed to do the five trances of the contract he had gotten. As he remembered he snapped his fingers, Millie heard that snap knowing it was him doing it, and dropped even deeper that she might have been from listening to him record the first tracks.

He thought back, how many times did he proofread and edit them, five times, eight times?

So, she had been ultra-deep for 12 hours and took in every syllable of the submission and bonding tracks he just made.

Millie was already showing signs of zero resistance to hypnosis before the last show.

And now she might be mentally bonded to him as his submissive.

All he could say was oh-boy.

He managed to get her to recognize him and started responding to him. That took some time.

She must need the bathroom badly, and she has not eaten at all.

He got her functional enough to go to the bathroom. And got a bag of burgers along with the gas.

She was starting to wake up some as they left and he drove towards home she was just going to have to go with him, and she could call from the cabin when they got there tomorrow.

There was a rest stop about 50 miles down the road from where they were and Paul stopped there to try to wake her up and get some rest himself.

He told her to stay close to him while he napped, she smiled and hugged his arm not saying a sound.

He woke two hours later she was sleeping on his shoulder, good he said natural sleep, that should break the fog.

Heading back to the road, he burned down two more tanks of fuel and was topping off the third when Millie woke. Paul said you better go to the bathroom, we are only two more hours from the cabin, and come straight back to the car, I don't want you getting lost in your state of mind.

All she said was yes sir.

Two hours later, arriving at the cabin, his home.

It was dark when Paul opened the gate to the cabin, it let out a deep groan from rust as he swung the huge steel gate to the side.

Leaving the car lights on for light as he unlocked the front door he was happy to see the power was on.

The house exploded into life as he flipped the 6 switches at the front door.

He found the thermostat turned it to heat, and set it to 70 degrees.

Let's hope that the furnace still works.

Going back to the car and getting his bags and Millie they head into the house.

Millie still had not made too many sounds but she did stay close to him, the darkness seemed to upset her.

Once inside she looked like a frightened mouse, her eyes darting this way and that until he got all the lights on.

Paul could smell the furnace as it woke up, burning off the dust that had built up over the years of sitting.

Paul walked around the house turning on every water outlet he found. Cleaning out the pipes.

The water heater apparently was working because they had a lot of hot water. Paul remembered his dad, getting mad every time they came up here, all the kids would use all the hot water and he had to wait for hours to get a hot bath, so he put in a 100-gallon hot water heater.

His mom was a genius when it came to the cabin, every mattress was on its side and in a plastic bag, and all the blankets, sheets, and towels were in sealed bins, with no bugs, no mice, and no dust.

All you needed to do to get the cabin ready was, Just find them and make the beds.

It was just like the days when he was a kid coming up here, waking the cabin up.

In less than an hour the beds were made and the hot water was ready to use.

The old bath soaps were less than useable but Mom always had new spares.

They ate the last of the burgers he had bought and took a bath, Millie wanted to wash him, she was going to be a bigger problem than he feared, but for now, it was time to sleep. Millie shares the bed but, Paul insists they had to remain dressed all night.

Millie snuggled up like a vine on a building.

Paul woke up, to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking.

He was confused, his parents would never leave meat there, even frozen.

So where did the bacon come from?

Early that morning, Millie found the map on the wall and went to town in his car and got some food to cook.

You need food to start your day, so I cooked what you liked when we met.

I hope it is ok.

Paul still tired said um yes, that's great, as he sat at the table.

Millie with devotion in her eyes said, I made coffee for you too sir.

Then it all came rushing back, oh yes Millie the unintentional submissive.

Paul said thank you as he tried to wake up, he would need to be awake for what he needed to do.

He ate fast, and looking at Millie, said sweet sexy Millie what am I going to do with you?

She smiled and said anything that pleases you, sir.

He asked her why are you here?

Why did you get in my car?

Millie looking at him with a loving smile said, You told me to stay close to you, so here I am does that please you?

She was now on her knees at his feet.

I'm all yours sir, or should I call you master?

Paul looked up thinking if she was a closet submissive before we met and I repeatedly hypnotized her deeply, which could have brought out the need to be controlled.

That would explain her not willingly coming out of a trance, even if she fully did.

And then to be exposed to the very strong and deep trance on the recorder several times, yes that could explain this all.

As he looked down Milly had her top off, holding her very large and perky breasts up as an offering, would master like to touch these?

Millie please stand, and cover yourself for now.

She did as commanded.

Yes sir?

Sit here on this chair.

She sat, and he looked at her, and said, listen to me carefully.

He snapped his fingers and she dropped into a deep trance, deeper than any he had intentionally done to her in the past.

Millie, why are you here?

She softly whispered to serve you, master.

Paul stopped, and thought, straight out of the audio file, shit!

She had become a submissive slave, and from the looks she wanted to and was his.

Millie, why do you serve me?

You commanded me to master.

Do you want to serve me?

Yes, master, it makes me feel safe.

Millie, are you married or do you have a boyfriend back at the restaurant?

No master

Who is missing you coming home?

No one master.

I see, he said.

Millie, I'd like you to return to the old Millie before she was a slave to me.

She did not answer, but her face looked like she was in pain.

Millie, do you hear me?

Yes master I heard you.

Then when you wake you will be the millie I first met, forgetting all about the trancing.

Tears started rolling down her face.

Why do you cry, Millie?

Master wishes me to go away.

I love my master.

I want to be with him always.

I like how I feel when I'm with him, please do not make me old Millie.

Millie, wake up and obey.

She blinked and smiled, kissing his hand, I love you master.

Paul said to himself, she does not want to be anything but my slave.

Millie, you need to call home and tell your work and friends you're ok.

We do not need the police thinking I kidnapped you.

Yes sir.

She undid her top and offered her boobs to him again, I know you like my big boobs, you looked at them a lot, take them.

Call first Millie, always work first, then play.

Yes master, I obey.

She cleaned up the breakfast dishes and asked to use his phone.

He gave it to her and she made several calls.

Coming back she said, I told my work I will send them my new address so they can send my last check here.

Good he said, and your friends and family?

I'm alone, master and I called my only friend she wished me luck.

Well, I need to find work, I have two mouths to feed now.

Oh, master I will work, I saw a help wanted sign in the restaurant where I got our food.

Well for now that will be ok.

She giggled, clapping her hands saying thank you, master.

Oh, and Millie, don't ever call me master or sir in front of anyone, or when talking about us to anyone, ok?

She looked sad, yes master.

We need to get you some clothes, you look nice but you only have one outfit.

Get yourself fixed up, we are going to town.

Paul thought to himself, I could not have dreamed of meeting a prettier girl, or a sexier one, but to have her willingly and accidentally become my slave, well it could get sticky later.

For now, they needed food and money.

In town they stopped at the used clothes store, "Betty's Second Time Around", a cute name he thought.

Walking in it was a friend of his family, Betty Harker, she was a large woman, but so kind.

He walked up to her and said hello Mrs Harker.

Betty turned, and, her voice trailed off.

Is that you Paul?

Yes, it is Mrs. Harker, I'm just moving into the cabin.

My friend here lost everything and she needs some clothes, she is hoping to work at the diner waiting tables for now.

I need work too, the East Coast does not need one more shrink, so I decided to move home.

Betty said, sorry about your parents, they were good people and better friends.

Is this girl a romantic involvement Paul?

He laughed, I think she has those kinds of plans, for myself right now I don't know, I'm just helping her out.

You always were a softy Paul, Betty said holding his arm.

Now let's see what we have for her.

Oh, Betty, whatever she gets can I owe you for it, I spent my last money getting home.

You know that is always ok, your almost family Paul.

Paul said, You two have fun, I'm going to get some food for the next few days.

As he walked out the little bell tinkled. Millie looked at it and smiled.

Betty is determined to help this girl and Paul out, she always liked Paul he was a good kid, so she was going to do all she could to help.

Paul, while in the grocery store next door, buying food, ran into the local doctor, Dr. Brown.

Doc Brown said, well if it's not Dr. Stanford. Good to see you boy!

He always called him boy, it was a pet name he had for him. What brings you here?

Well, sir, I moved home, and after two years of trying to get started on the East Coast, I gave up.

There's not much of a need for yet another Ph.D. psychologist or hypnotherapist.

He laughed, it's normal, took me five years to land a real position, and I'm still here 45 years later.

So you're a shrink, we could use one here. A lot of very messed up old war vets hiding out in these hills around here.

Doc Brown putting a hand on his shoulder, Are you working yet?

Paul laughed, no, I wish, just got in last night.

Tell you what get the licensing BS straightened out and we can talk, I have two guys right now who need your skills, all I can really do is give them antidepressants and hope they can work out their issues.

I will take it as done as soon as you file the paperwork for it, and I will be sending some messed up people to you. He laughed, and out of my hair, what's left of it?

So are you staying up in the Cabin?

I always loved that place and tried to buy it a few times, but your dad said it was to be yours someday.

You know Paul, if you spend a bit on that small barn it would make for a nice office for your practice.

Thought of doing that very thing for myself.

Well kid, it's been great, here is my card, I have a patient about to arrive at the clinic, she needs me to tell her she is ok today, and there is no mouse in her hair.

I'm telling you you needed up here.

Get that paperwork filed he said walking out the door.

Paul finished shopping, his day was getting better.

Going back to Betty's shop he went looking for Millie.

They were talking about everything under the sun.

Millie had three bags of clothes, and Paul was worried.

Betty said Millie loved all the stuff that was not selling, so you got it for ten for a dollar sale, I call it the welcome home Paul sale.

Millie had a choker on and a wide black ribbon with a tiny bell in front.

What do you think Paul, posing in her new outfit, a sundress with a stretch top?

Paul had to force himself to stop staring, she was very hot in it.

Millie kept flicking the bell on the choker, smiling at him.

Thank you, Betty Paul said, how much do I owe you?

She laughed, three bags, three dollars and she laughed.

Paul hugged her, saying thank you!

Before they left town Millie wanted him to stop at the restaurant, so she could get an application to work there.

The owner was there, and after talking to her for a few minutes hired her, Paul thought it was her looks and body, but she was a good waitress when he met her.

Going home Millie was so happy she sang all the way home.

Once the food was put away, she disappeared and came back wearing a black lace corset and a dog collar, she nealed on the floor saying I'm here to serve you, master.

He could smell the perfume on her now, it filled the room.

Millie, you are one pretty girl!