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Today, we have a story that was sent to us three years ago by one of our She-devil members, Katie Price.  She is not the same Katie Price that is a British model.  We have met this Katie at a hair show in Las Vegas, and we can attest to the talent she talks about here.  She is one of the reasons all 12 of us at our shop have become certified in hypnotherapy.  She is also one of the reasons why we endore SSS, which stands for Sex, Smoke, Shave.  The process can be done two ways, but we prefer restraining the sub so he cannot move, lighting up our official SSS smoke, an American Spirit, taping his mouth shut so he has to beathe through his nose, and blowing it at him while clipping his hair with either an Oster 5-zero blade or Andis .1 millimeter blade.  Then, once his hair is gone, we ride him hard.  Us She-devils are always on top.

The other method is to mount our sub in a chair and ride him hard while clipping and blowing smoke on him.

The result is an involuntary rush of adrenaline and an orgasm that is a real explosion.  Once you do this to your sub, he will be addicted to you and your body.  It is important to let him see how much this arouses you and to rub his burred head with your fingers and fingernails as he is in the process of firing.  It works like a charm about 24 out of 25 times with our members.

Here is Katie's Story.

Pete should have never said what he said after my friend Mia told him about my hobby. I couldn’t believe Mia exposed my secret to him because I liked him from the start. The first time I met Pete, he was 22 years old and just a month past college graduation. I noticed his nice muscular butt and thought how nice it would be to take my hands and grab it tightly. If a boy has a powerful butt, he can push nice and hard on the other side. I like a good hard ride when I ride my boys, and they must be able to push hard.

My name is Katie Price. I am a hypnotist and a dominatrix. I use my dominatrix talents not to hurt or punish boys but to seduce them and bend their wills. I don’t feminize them, spit in their mouth, make them open their mouth and catch my cigarette ashes, lash at them until they bleed, or shave off all their body hair. I enjoy seduction and getting my boys to do something they swear cannot be done to them.

I didn’t plan on seducing Pete this way. I actually wanted him to ask me out without bending his will. I like boys that are younger than me, and I frequently date them as young as 15 years younger than me. I am 39, and this story took place when I was 35.

When Mia introduced me to her former high school student, she told Pete, “Maybe you would have studied harder in my senior lit class if I had Katie’s power to hypnotize you and bend your mind."

I could have punched Mia for telling Pete about that. I have a hard enough time getting younger boys to get up the nerve to ask me out or say yes when I ask them out. I never tell a boy about my hypnosis talent, because they immediately put up an iron curtain to protect themselves from being turned into zombies, robots, or whatever mindless and spineless jellyfish they think of. I like to spring it on them after I’ve already been doing it to them. They look astonished when after they tell me they cannot be hypnotized, I tell them they have already been under multiple times.

Pete knew in advance that I was a hypnotist. It meant he would not ask me out, because he was already thinking I was too old to ever go out with him if he asked. I have another problem. Men frequently don’t bother to ask me out because they assume I will turn them down. People tell me I am too wild, hot, and sexy looking for most men to think they have a chance of getting a yes if they tried to get a date with me. In reality, I have never turned down a first date with any man or boy. I will always say yes as long as I am not involved in a serious relationship. That’s one thing I try to get boys to do when I have them under—to be confident enough to ask someone out they are attracted to and not feel hurt if they get rejected. When a woman rejects a man without knowing anything about him, then it’s the woman who misses out. An exterior appearance means nothing, and more women might be a lot happier if they searched for a man like they searched for bargains in the stores. They don’t buy because the sign outside the store looks great.

Pete looked at me after the introduction and said what I have heard a thousand times. “You can’t hypnotize me, because I would never let a woman have control over my brain." If that was all there was to it, I would have smiled and told him he was right and gone on about my business. However, on the day we met, I was at that time of the month. I wanted a nice stiff pole giving me the works, so I immediately went on the prowl.

“You really think I couldn’t hypnotize you if I wanted to?" I asked. “I could put you into deep hypnosis and make you reveal your deepest and darkest secrets."

“You wanna make a little wager?" he replied.

“Okay, I may not be able to hypnotize you because you know in advance I will be trying to hypnotize you. You have to give me a little help by taking me out to dinner tonight so I can get to know you better. Then, I’ll know if I really can put you under."

Mia proposed that I take him to Campisi’s, so that’s where we went. On the way to the restaurant, I stopped at the midtown bar for cocktails. Pete told me he wouldn’t get trapped by me getting him drunk and said he wouldn’t drink. I told him it was just for one drink, and that I needed one to unwind after a long day. I told him that I couldn’t hypnotize him if he had one rum and coke with me. The amount of alcohol in one drink wouldn’t do much to his ability to fight it off.

Pete reluctantly agreed to join me for one rum and coke so that we could discuss the parameters of the bet. We took our drinks over to a table in the back of the room near the emergency exit sign. I didn’t want to be interrupted. As I was sitting down, I asked Pete if he could see the sign to the bathroom since I wasn’t sure where they were. He stared around at the signs in the room and pointed in the direction when he saw the one for the restrooms.

Pete watched me as I got up to go to the bathroom. The clock on the wall showed it was 6:15. He was concerned because I was in there for a long time. When I returned, he looked at the clock again. It was 6:35, and he wondered why I had spent 20 minutes in there.

“Are you sick?" he asked. “I almost thought you ditched me."

“No," I replied. “I was just making myself look more presentable for you. Look, I put on this crystal pendant for you to gaze into later."

“I’m not falling for that trick," he responded. “You may be going to try to hypnotize me here."

“Do you think I would do something like that?" I asked.

Pete looked at me and smiled. “I guess I was overreacting a little, but I must admit that you scare me a little bit. What if you have some trick up your sleeve."

I smiled and looked at him. “When I hypnotize a boy, he’s never scared to be under with me. I make it one of the most erotic experiences he’ll ever have."

Pete looked at me a little shocked. “Okay, I think I get it now. This hypnosis bit is just a ploy to get me to do other things. You’re just trying to hit on me."

I liked where this was going. “No, I am a hypnotist, and I hypnotize boys into my power all the time. I’ll tell you what. If I cannot hypnotize you by midnight tonight, I’ll rock your bone until it cannot go any more. But if I can hypnotize you, you’ll have to let me shave your head to fuzz, then get down on your knees and beg and beg and beg me to have sex with you. You’ll massage my feet and lick my legs all the way up to my knees all the while begging me to end the torture and put you out of your misery."

Pete laughed. “You mean I get sex with you just for going along with this?"

I put my finger up and replied, “I said if I hypnotized you, you would be begging for it. I didn’t say your begging would be rewarded now did I?"

“It doesn’t matter, because there is absolutely no way you can hypnotize me and put me under your control. I’ll never massage your feet and lick your legs. I’m too much in control of myself to allow a woman to do something like that to me, even one who is much more experienced than me."

That statement angered me. Did he think I was too old looking? No, I knew what he meant, but I wanted him to think he had just said something wrong. I wanted to get him off his edge and make him think he had just lost some of that power.

We finished our drinks and made our way down to Campisi’s. After a lovely dinner with some better conversation, I was ready to take Pete back to my place and put him on my couch. It was now 8:20 as we left the restaurant. I had 3 hours and 40 minutes to prove to Pete what I could do. It took 35 minutes to get to my condo, and another five to get inside and take off our coats. So, it left me 3 hours.

I began to explain a little about hypnosis to Pete. I told him the ins and outs about it, and that there were different degrees of the state itself. Most people could put someone under light hypnosis, and most people had unknowingly done it to themselves many times. Daydreams can be a form of hypnosis. Getting into a book or tv show can be it. Driving on the highway frequently leads to highway hypnosis where the conscious mind has been concentrating on something else, while the unconscious did the driving. Actually, as long as the conscious mind stays awake, the unconscious usually drives better than the conscious.

I explained how trained hypnotists can get people into deeper trances and make them do things they don’t remember. I explained about post-hypnotic suggestion and how a trained hypnotist could really convince someone that things are happening that really aren’t happening.

I then went on to tell him how the most highly trained hypnotists with the aid of hypnotic drugs could even get someone to do something he or she would never do. I told him how militaries throughout the world had been successful hypnotizing people to murder and commit suicide without thinking about it for a second.

After that, I told him that I would never hurt him if he were under hypnosis, and that I would only do things he would want. He asked me what I planned on doing if he actually fell under.

“If you go under, I’m just going to have you sleep deeply for a short while and have a very nice erotic dream that you will remember when you wake up. You might even have a wet dream if you get into it enough."

“I’d rather have a wet awake with you instead, so I’m not going to fall for your tricks," he replied.

At 9:45, I laid down the ground rules. He had to give me a chance by at least obeying my commands to look into the light and listen to my voice. He agreed knowing that if he just stayed away from me until Midnight, he would have proven nothing. I ordered him to sit down and look at the recessed light on my ceiling. It was blue-tinted. I began telling him to stare at it and relax. For the next 20 minutes, I talked to him telling him to stare into the light and concentrate on my voice. After 20 minutes, he looked at me and spoke up.

“You didn’t do it. I’ve been in complete control for the entire time."

“It appears that way doesn’t it?"

“What do you mean appears that way. Don’t try to trick me. I’ve been awake the entire time."

“I didn’t say you weren’t awake. You stayed as much awake as you’ve been for the last three hours."

“So, do you want to admit defeat now and get started on a great night?"

I snickered. He could only think about wanting me in bed. He would put up every defense he could think of to avoid being entranced by me. The only real thought in his head was having sex with me. 

I tried again. This time, I took him into my bathroom and told him to take off his clothes. He looked at me thinking I was going to have my way with him in there. I told him to lay down in my bathtub with his head under the faucet. He looked at me and asked why I was still clothed.

“This isn’t what you think it is," I replied. “We’ll see if touch works better than sight on you. I just didn’t want you to get your clothes wet." With that I turned off all the lights and lit a lavender candle.

I barely turned the cold water until it started to drip on his forehead. I adjusted it so that it would drip about once every 10 seconds. Once again, I ordered him to listen to me carefully. This time, I talked to him for about 10 minutes. You cannot let water drip on someone’s forehead very long without some dangers, but Pete’s skull was too thick to crack. After I finished talking, he arose and asked me for a clean towel. I was a little busy looking at his nice tight rear. I couldn’t wait to have him going hard and fast.

By now, it was past 10:30. I was running out of time. Of course, I wanted to have him in me, but I wanted him to beg and beg and beg for it.

I had one more plan to see if I could get him to crack. I ordered him to my bed and set the alarm clock for 11:30. I told him if I couldn’t get him under this time, he would win. As he rested in my bed, I turned off the lights and turned on my lava lamp. I told him to stare into the lamp. I began talking to him once again, and he kept listening and resisting. I added some gentle massage techniques, but all that did was to arouse him and bring out his package. After 20 minutes, it was obvious to him that I couldn’t put him under. He only needed to wait me out for 30 more minutes, and he would get lucky with an older, very sexy woman.

The alarm rang at 11:30. Pete jumped up and ran over to turn it off. He looked at me and said, “You’ve only got 30 more minutes, and nothing else is working. Why don’t we just drop it and start having some fun. I’ve been staring at your beautiful face, sexy body, and nice big tits all night, and I want to have sex with you now."

I looked at him and smiled. “The deal was midnight, my little sex slave. I have 30 more minutes to convince you that you can be hypnotized against your will."

I turned around and walked to my walk-in closet, shutting the door. I changed into one of my sexiest dominatrix costumes, pulled out my gold cigarette holder, grabbed a Winston and placed it in the holder. I put my red bob wig on and painted a big beauty mark on my cheek. I opened the closet door and came out. Pete was floored. He looked at me, and his eyes bugged out.

“Hot damn," he said. “You are even sexier than I imagined. What’s with that killer costume."

“It’s to help get you in the mood so you’ll do what you have to do," I replied. With that, I lit my Winston and blew the smoke towards his face.

Pete’s part pushed up. He was very horny and couldn’t wait. I sat down on the chair at my makeup table and applied more lipstick and my vanilla tobacco perfume. I crossed my legs and looked at the clock. It was 11:40. Pete asked again to just start having sex then since it was stupid to wait 20 minutes. His hard-on was beginning to pulsate. He could take it no longer.

“I still have 20 minutes to try to hypnotize you, and I still think I will be gloating at Midnight," I replied. With that I blew more smoke toward him. The smoke was beginning to fill up the area.

“Unless there’s some drug in your smoke, that’s not going to put me under," he said.

“Did I say this was an attempt to put you under?"

“Don’t try to confuse me. I’m getting a little tired and don’t want to wait any longer."

I blew more smoke at him and opened the drawer to my makeup table. I removed my Oster clippers from the drawer as well as the 5 zero blade.

Pete looked at me and spoke loudly, “There’s no way I’m going to let you cut my hair with those."

I responded, “I promise you these clippers will not be turned on and placed on your head tonight unless you are under hypnosis when the clipping takes place."

He replied, “By tonight, do you mean until midnight?" He was getting spooked and couldn’t understand why he was so nervous. How could I force him to get his head shaved.

“No sweetheart, I mean all the way until the sun comes up. I won’t cut a hair off your head between now and tomorrow night unless you are so deeply under you don't realize it is happening."

It was now pushing 11:45. Pete was quite uncomfortable. What reason was there to wait 15 more minutes. The torture was eating at him. Another five minutes of useless banter made things worse for him. Finally, at 11:50, a second alarm rang on my other clock. Pete ran over to it, turned it off, and ran over to me. I was still enjoying my Winston, and as he came up to me, I blew a strong exhale toward his face. Without hesitating, Pete dropped to the floor and began begging me to have sex with him. He went on and on for a couple of minutes. I removed my high-heel boots and threw them to the side. Without thinking, he began massaging my feet, continuing to beg me to have sex with him. Finally, he began licking my legs, alternating between my left and right. This went on until 11:57 when my watch alarm went off. 

Pete stopped dead in his tracks. He was wide awake and quite alert. He looked at me with a puzzled face. What had he just done? He felt like he was not in control of himself. He fell back to his knees. He began to cough from the haze of smoke in the room. 

“Whatsa matter Petey? I asked. Did I maybe hypnotize you after all?

Pete put his hands up to his face, covering his mouth, nose, and eyes. He didn’t know what was going on or what had happened. He was sure he had resisted all attempts to hypnotize him. He looked at me and began ranting in a little boy’s voice. “I know you didn’t hypnotize me. I was awake and alert the entire time on your couch. I never lost track of time. I was awake and hated getting the water treatment, but it didn’t affect me. I got in your bed and all I could think about was how I only needed to wait a short time, and you would have great sex with me. I know you didn’t put me under."

It was now about 1 minute until midnight. I began laughing out loud and got louder. Pete didn’t like my attitude. I began to reveal what had happened while Pete listened to every word.

“Petey, sweetie," I started. “Go look in your left pocket in your pants."

Pete went over to the side of my bed where his pants were and fidgeted through his left pocket. There was a napkin in it from the Midtown bar. It was folded up. I told him not to unfold it just yet.

“Now, my little sex slave, I want you to think back to where we sat down at the bar. We were by the back emergency exit with the emergency light. I asked you to find the bathroom sign for me, and you looked at that nice, neon red-lit clock. Do you remember what time it was when I got up to go to the bathroom?"

“Uh, why I actually do remember it for some reason," he responded. “It was 6:15."

“And what time did you see me return from the bathroom wearing my crystal pendant?"

“It was 6:35, and I asked you why you had been in there so long."

“Okay, now open the napkin and read what you wrote on it earlier."

Pete slowly unfolded the napkin. He noticed it was his own handwriting. The note said, “It is now 6:32, and I am completely under Katie’s control."

Pete freaked out. He had no idea how the note had gotten in his pants and how in his own writing it was an admission that he was hypnotized at the time he thought he was waiting for me in the bathroom.

“You could have written this yourself and made it look like my handwriting."

“Now Petey-pie, you don’t really believe that do you?"

“You still haven’t proven it completely."

“Oh, so the begging and massaging and licking on me and the note isn’t enough to prove it to you?" I asked a bit harshly. “Oh, and just for the record, you weren’t just under hypnosis one time for a few minutes at the bar tonight. You’ve been under hypnosis seven times already tonight, and I can put you under in a half-second any time I want."

“No fucking way!"

“You need more proof. I was going to let you not remember this until you woke up in the morning, but it’s time you come see what I just did to you 30 minutes ago when you were under for the last time."

With that, I grabbed Pete by the arm and brought him over to my makeup table. He looked in the mirror to see a stranger. It wasn’t the Pete he knew. It was some young stud with a shaved head. Pete’s knees buckled as he ran his hands on top of his scalp and verified that about one or two day's growth of fuzz was all that was left. 

He realized he had no memory of having me shave his head with the very clippers that sat on the table in front of him, even though there was evidence in the blade that his hair had been introduced to the clipper. He became extremely nervous, and I started to feel sorry for him. He ran over to the side of the bed and began to hurriedly put his clothes on. 

“You’re not leaving tonight, Pete, and I can force you to stay here against your wishes."

“Just leave me alone and let me get out of here. You’ve proven your point."

“I’m not through with you sex slave. You came here to have great sex, and that’s what you’re going to get."

“I’m not in the mood any more," he yelled. “You can’t get me back in the mood no matter what you say."

“Are you sure about that?" I asked. “Don’t you realize that I can make you think your legs are numb and keep you from walking out of here if I wanted to?"

Pete looked at me, and realized he wouldn’t be leaving until I allowed him to leave. He now knew that if I wanted, I could put him into a deep sleep and do anything I wanted to him. He knew it was hopeless to fight me now and took his clothes back off and got in my bed. He reluctantly said, “I wanted you so bad earlier, but I guess you forced me to want you. You’ll have to force it on me again."

“No sexy boy," I shot back. “I didn’t command you to want me. I just commanded you to let your true feelings about me come out like you were on truth serum. It was you who openly decided that you wanted me, and I’m ready to show you just how lucky you were tonight when Mia introduced us. I’m not here to hurt you; I want to give you the most pleasurable experience you’ve ever had."

Pete was still nervous, but he knew what was going to happen. He told me he was scared and wanted me to make him stop being scared. I told him I wanted him to feel whatever it was he felt and not be influenced by me that way. I told him that I was going to say some words to him that would allow him to recall everything that had happened since 6:15 that evening. It would take away all his fears, and he would remember how happy and content he had been the entire time.

After a few seconds of silence, I said three words that didn’t belong together. Like the flicking of a light switch, the mental block melted, and Pete remembered everything from the last 6 hours. He remembered looking at the clock and thinking he was looking at the bathroom sign when he really was staring into my crystal pendant as it spun around and around between my breasts. He remembered concentrating only on the pendant and my voice, and he remembered feeling a sense of well-being hit him. He remembered that his rum and coke tasted like it had something else in it, and I told him I had spiked his drink with some herbs that would make him more suggestible once I had him under.

He remembered being placed under hypnosis again when we left the bar and headed to the restaurant. He remembered being told to order veal picatta as I had commanded him to do so. He remembered going under for the third time when we got in my car on the way home and had no idea where I lived because I commanded him to sleep until I pulled into the garage.

He remembered that each of the three times I attempted to hypnotize him, on the couch, in the bath tub, and in my bed, he had actually been hypnotized immediately and then been told to remember that I had tried at length to put him under and failed each time. He remembered being told not to be embarrassed about taking his clothes off in front of me. He remembered going under for the seventh time when I blew smoke on him and that I commanded him to go in to the bathroom to have his head shaved. He remembered me telling him that from then on, he would connect a shaved head and the sight and smell of me smoking with sexiness and get aroused any time I commanded him to get it shaved again or blew smoke at him. Most of all, he remembered how great it felt every time he was under. He felt like he had just slept for 8 hours, and he had been charged with testosterone. Now, he was hard, hard, hard once again.

I looked at him and asked him if he wanted me to light up another Winston and blow some in his face. He told me he couldn’t wait another second, and jumped on top of me. I whacked his hard butt, and told him that he was the sex slave and had to be on the bottom. I went to town on him and just before he exploded for the first time, I reached down and grabbed that nice ass of his. I left a few marks on it that night, as I emptied him three times. After number three, I had had enough. I said another phrase, and Pete fell deeply asleep for the night.

Pete still comes over to my place, every two weeks, and I continue to shave his head and have fun sex with him. We aren’t going anywhere with a relationship; it is just pure fun sex. I love shaving his head, as I do with my other six sex slaves. I continue to keep them all under hypnosis periodically, and they all obey me without hesitation. I’m going to dismiss two of the slaves and find me two younger ones by the end of this year. I want a virgin boy for my 40^th birthday in February.

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