Decisions
A Vixen is lost in life, and must make a decision when offered help by a strange old man she met through an advertisement flyer in a job center. (If you enjoyed my story, I like comments and PMs, and of course, donations are appreciated! Just remember, don't say it's about Porn in any Paypal message~)
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Decisions.
Modern, Hypnosis, Mind-Control, Male/Female
By: DomCoon - https://inkbunny.net/DomCoon
Laura stood out in front of the address on the sheet of paper. It was a lovely, older Victorian-era styled home. She crinkled the edge of the paper a little bit.
It was a flyer she found in the adult self-help center in town, she was there filling out another round of applications to jobs, not knowing what to do now with her life, when the flyer caught her eye. It was white with black bolder lettering. "Lost?" it said. "Find yourself now. Take this Flyer to133 Fox St.Ask for Richard.". She took the flyer. She didn't know why...but it stuck out against all the usual job postings.
Laura smoothed out the simple skirt, she was wearing, purple, which went well against her silvery fur, and the simple white button down blouse she was wearing, finished off with simple brown dress shoes. She was a fox about the age of twenty five, with a bushy tail coming from underneath the skirt. She didn't dress too formal....she assumed since the flyer didn't mention anything about dress, that she'd be fine in what she was wearing.
She knocked on the door and waited...... there was no reply. She frowned, a little....and waited a few more seconds before knocking again. Before her paw could hit the door again, it opened and she withdrew her hand. "Hello...?" she asked softly.
Inside was a wolf, dressed in a simple black tuxedo. "Yes, Miss?" asked the man. She held up the flyer..."Is....Richard there?" she asked, pointing to the address, and name on the flyer. The wolf narrowed his eyes, reading, before opening the door further. "Right this way, ma'am." said the wolf as he lead her inside.
Inside, the house was beautiful , all, old original furniture, restored to a pristine state, lovely old couches, seats...table, chandeliers. It was kind of beautiful and simple, almost kind of like stepping back in time.
The wolf in the suit brought her to a room, that you could call a study...she guessed, it had a desk, a fireplace, lots of racks of books, a ladder on rails, on the racks..... and a small sort of upper area. She could make out a figure in a large chair, reading one of these books, and a stripped tail sitting over the edge, occasionally flicking. The wolf merely walked over and handed the flyer over to the man, sitting in the chair as he took the flyer and peered at it, he made a motion with his hand, and the wolf bowed, and left.
With a small cloud of dust, the figure closed the book and put it on a table near his seat, he stood up, and turned towards Laura. He was an older Raccoon, with a brushed mask of inky black framing lavender colored eyes, he seemed to be about the age of about in his older thirties...maybe early forties. He was wearing a black suit... something like an older business suit, like you'd expect someone in the 1880s to wear. He motioned to a chair. "Have a seat,miss." he said, in a soft, gentle voice.
She blinked "Um...okay?" she asked before she sat down. The man nodded. "Now stand up..." she....blinked again. and stood up. "Now sit down again." asked the man.... Laura, blinked, a little confused---- this repeated about 4 different times...after the 4th, he finally stopped asking. She huffed a bit... "I...um. What was that about?" she asked, a little flustered.
Richard, the raccoon, merely smiled. "Why did you do such a silly thing?" he asked, in a tone that suggested he was asking rhetorically that he already knew the answer. She blinked...."Because....you asked me to?" she asked questioningly. He shook his head. "But why?" he asked again, he stepped closer and looked into her eyes. She looked back, still flustered, now a little blushed in her muzzle.
He chuckled as she remained silent. He placed a paw under her muzzle and tilted it up towards his eyes as she looked away. "I offer two choices... a decision to make." he said, gently again, his tone almost fatherly. "You can turn around... walk out the door, and Walter, myButler, will escort you outside. and that will be the end of that." he said softly. "Or... you can stay here.... and perhaps...I can help you find your true calling." he said with that same soft tone.
Laura seemed to think a few deep moments. She was lost...she could admit it that much... she bit her lip and looked at the door, then back at the raccoon, before softly sitting back down in her chair, softly swallowing a little. She placed her paws in her lap and looked quizzically at the older raccoon.
He smiled. "Alright then." he said as he walked to the door, and closed it, with a gentle click, locking the door. Laura looked at this motion with a bit of alarm, going to speak, but Richard shook his head. "No, it's alright. I just want to make sure we are not bothered now." he smiled.
Laura looked at the man before speaking...she realized she hasn't spoken much, it's almost like the raccoon could.... figure out what she was going to say or do, before she asked. It felt odd. "Um.....so...why did...I do what you asked me?" she asked curiously to Richard. Richard tsk'ed a little under his breath, it was a sound where his tongue clicked a moment, as if he was answering an obvious answer. "Because you wish to please." he said.
He pulled his chair across the floor light, sitting in front of Laura, lowering his form so he could sit eye level with her. He looked into those eyes as Laura sort of looked to the side, trying to break eye contact as she blushed. "But.. I don't?..." she asked. She didn't feel that way...at least.
The male pulled her gaze back to her own. "Don't break eye contact with me for the rest of the session." he murmured, a little more strict sounding. She swallowed a little, nodding..."O..okay." she said in a sudden stammer.
"Now, Laura.. I want you to imagine laying in a large, green field.... with nothing around, just the blue sky..... and nothing around to bother you." Richard said calmly. Laura gently nodded...she did as the raccoon asked.....figuring it was a part of some confidence exercise, or something similar. She gently closed her eyes to help her, imagining herself in a lovely field, like her grandparents used to own, on their property in the mountains somewhere.
Richard let Laura slink off to this wonderful vision inside her head, as he gently smiled to himself, letting her get lost. It didn't take long until he could flick her nose.....and get no response----she was entranced, eyes closed, blissfully taking in the lovely air in some faraway world.
"Can you hear me Laura?~" he asked, softly, in a tone. She nodded physically, slowly, as if struggling too.... in her head, she could only hear the breeze, blowing through her hair, and some dreamy, far off voice on the air she paid little attention to. Her body relaxed, as that voice came to a point in her head.....her ears flicked a little.
Richard nodded to himself, good, she was quite lost in her head. Good, he thought. "Now...Laura." he said. "Where were you 3 months ago to the day?" he asked as he sat, softly smiling. Laura, in her head, opened her eyes into the field....as it shifted into.... some sort of night club.... she was there with her friend, watching, both her...and her friend, a female wolf of some sort, in a weird, out of body experience, but...she was still peaceful about it...."I'm.... at Club Foxcub with Trixie...." she said a little sleepily into the air of the study, towards Richard.
Richard smiled. "And what happened that night?" he asked. She replied.....sleepily, again...."Got hit on.....smacked a guy for it....left with Trixie...went home..." she said softly, that sleepy, entranced voice.
Richard smiles. "Well....that's not what happened..." he said. Before she could ask, why, in her sleepy voice, Richard murmured. "Instead....you were kidnapped. Drugged when your friend left." he said softly. "You slapped into a collar... enslaved... and trained...hard, but many males you did not know.... but you learned your place...easily. Serving...Pleasing...comes naturally to you...of course... doesn't it Laura?..." he asked softly.
Laura watched as the Nightclub shattered around her...turning into some.....dark....non-existent dungeon, a construct of her mind.....being......'trained' by these males in unimaginable ways, sexual ways, of course--- thick collar around her neck...welts on her ass----... she was so....scared? But she learned her place.....on her knees. To serve---- to please. "Y...Yes..." she said in that sleepy tone.....with a hint of fear in her voice.
Richard smiled as he grinned, as her lost mental state began to fuck heavily with her head, filling her head with nearly two months of...imagined training----she already subconsciously knew what she wanted to be...Richard was just helping...her head would have no trouble filling in the blanks, making fantasy reality in her head. He let this happen for a good long fifteen minutes before he continued.
"That was until yesterday of course....when you were finally put up for auction...." he said as he stood up, still talking as he used his clawtip to pick off the buttons off her blouse, opening that shirt, and tossing it into the trashcan by his study's desk. He did the same to the back of her bra....freeing her size C-breasts from it, bouncing out softly from them as he tossed it into the trash can---the cool air of the room making her nipples slowly harden, something she didn't respond to in her current state.
In her head...the dungeon shifted....months passed......auction day... a big room....leering faces. She began to buckle in the chair she was sitting in the study. She did'nt like this feeling, being on a stage...naked, like a piece of meat. It was all in her head of course...
"and then I saw you....I bought you....I felt sorry such a young, pretty thing was put up so roughly, and soon after training." he went on. As he spoke, he put his fingers into the hem of that skirt, and used his clawtips to break it again, before merely ripping the skirt off...leaving you in a pair of delightful , purple colored lacy panties you choose to wear today. Richard smiled at those...he left them on. "So that you could serve me of course, quite happily...in many ways..." he said.
She could feel it... how warm you were...how nice..... you felt sorry, but, you still wanted a slave. But, she was happy to serve, picturing herself cleaning..... cooking.... helping theButlerwith things around the house, much needed help, of course....and then there was the lovely things at nighttime---in the bedroom, too..... but she was happy to serve, she could had been bought by much worse..... she heard Richard's voice... "Do you understand what happend the past three months?...." he asked, finally.
She nodded sleepily again..."I...was kidnapped....I....was trained, as a sex slave.... I....am your slave....Sir..." she finally murmured a little. Richard smiled gently, as he placed a lovely purple leather collar around the vixen's neck, gently finishing his physical work as he sat back down onto his chair. She understood, the change was mostly done in her head..... he could fix anything later.
"When I count to three....I am going to snap my fingers. You will awaken.....and you will understand your place in life." he finally said as he counted. "one....two....."
"Three." and he snapped his fingers. The vixen awoke with a start....swallowing..."Ah....!" she said as she looked around a bit.... she looked at Richard with wide eyes, whimpering. "What.....happened sir..." she said in confusion.
Richard gently got up and sat next to her on the couch, tugging her against him----which made her smile lightly...a deep feeling of... trust?.... ownership? overcoming her suddenly, as she leaned in peeking up at his face from under an arm. "Oh...you were just lost for a little while, pet~" he said softly. "But now, you're right back where you belong~."
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