Hypnosis Overload

 "And now...SLUT!!!"

*SNAP* 

The eruption of laughter and cheers faded in the background as my mind sunk into another deep trance. I didn't believe in hypnosis coming to Mistress Emma's evening show with my friends, but that quickly changed as the trigger phrase, SLUT, worked its hypnotic magic on me, dropping me to my knees, making me yearn for a taste of cock in my mouth.

After the show:

"You really don't remember, Jason?! Your eyes glazed and rolled back the moment she snapped her fingers! Mistress Emma can work wonders! I've heard she's the best erotic hypnotist there is." 

"What are you talking about, dude? I remember everyone laughing because it didn't work on me."

"No, Jason. We were all laughing because it did work on you! Look at this video if you don't believe me!"

With my friend's phone in my face, I saw a very sexy girl panting and wiggling her ass as she knelt in lustful passion.

"Is she supposed to be me?"

A few quick taps to the selfie camera on my friend's phone washed away all doubts as I came face to face with a surprised carbon copy of the woman who appeared in that porn-like video. The rest of our boy's night became a lot more interesting. Apparently, Mistress Emma left my friends with 5-hour control of my implanted trigger phrase, SLUT.

Waking up in the morning, I vaguely remember strip dancing and getting tossed around like a toy for some hot sex with each of my horny friends. I surprisingly wasn't mad at them after all that sex last night, though. Waking up, I felt so much more energized. Whether that was an effect of my trigger phrase or if I actually enjoyed being a slut, I could not say. Upon returning to my apartment, I started listening to an erotic hypnosis playlist on Mistress Emma's website. At the moment, I wasn't aware of my subconscious addiction to the soothing and hypnotic voice she had. I just wanted to slip into a trance one more time and feel all that pleasure and relaxation again.

I never noticed myself falling asleep, but by the time I woke again, it was already the afternoon, and the 3-hour playlist was on its 2nd loop.

"Wow, that-" All of a sudden, I threw my voluptuous ass back and started twerking right there on my bed! I couldn't move or stop myself! I couldn't even speak! All I could do was let out exaggerated sex moans as my bed shook and squeaked from all the motion. After 5 minutes, I regained control of my body. 

"What the f-" Shit, not again!!!

It took me six more twerk sessions to realize that any word beginning with the letter "t" activated my uncontrollable urge to shake my ass.

And even more inconvenient, any word beginning with the letter "o"; well, I think you can guess what happens to me. 

Holding on to my kitchen counter, I tried to settle my mind and body from the electric orgasm I experienced when one of my friends burst into my apartment. 

"Hey, Jason! Are you in here? That was a lot of fun we had last night. I wish we could do it again, but your SLUT trigger phrase worked for only 5 hours."

One by one, the uttered words each took their desired effects on my mind and body, including my SLUT trigger. I have no idea what other curses have been bestowed on me, but one thing is for sure, I'm twerking, squirting, and then getting fucked by my good friend here, all in my tiny apartment right now!