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<!--ADULTSONLY--> CAPTURED MIND (M/F, NC, Slavery, Humiliation, Mind
Control)

   Cindy Silver Eyes http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/
cse1986@rocketmail.com

   Cindy was seated alone in the library of Boston College, studying for
the Marketing mid-terms, when he spotted her.

   She wore jeans and a Ralph Lauren blouse - casual clothes that still
hardly hid her fit body.  She looked like the kind of person who put
serious effort into staying in tip-top shape.  He liked that - he liked
that a lot.  Another thing he liked was Cindy's intelligent face, currently
lost in concentration over the material she was studying.

   He slid into the chair across the desk.  Cindy looked up, startled, and
dropped her Marketing book on the desk.

   "Excuse me..." Cindy started to say.

   "Don't speak, don't move" he interrupted firmly.

   And Cindy discovered to her amazement that she couldn't move or speak.
Her mouth hanged open with what she wanted to say for a long moment.

   "Let's get to know you..." he said quietly, but with a slight smirk. 
"But first - unbutton the top 3 buttons of your blouse."

   Cindy suddenly wanted to scream, jump up, get on her feet...  Nothing
happened.  She surely wouldn't do what this guy demanded of her.  Yet, her
hands suddenly ached like they were broken, the mere thought of resistance
sent shivers down her spine, a burning sensation shot through her heart,
and ice-cold fear began flooding her brain - until her hands jumped at the
first button and she got relief.  She opened the buttons almost on
auto-pilot, same way her hands might have flown away after touching a
burning hot pan.

   Soon, her blouse was parted almost down to her navel, revealing a set of
big, firm breasts, locked tight in a lacy white bra.

   "Very nice...  Now, you may speak, but only to answer my questions - in
the mean time, that look of terror on your face won't do.  Act normal. 
Smile at me, play with your hair, and listen to everything I say
attentively - pretend you're in a fascinating conversation with a boy you
are particularly smitten with..."

   Cindy's body language changed almost immediately - deep in her eyes, her
terror was sitting firmly, but her face began acting the part right away,
in the same involuntary obedience fueled by a sudden fear of resistance.

   "So, what is your name?" the guy asked.

   "Cindy...  Cindy Cooper" she answered, her voice only slightly mechanic.


   "Hmm...  Cindy Cooper - nice name..."

   The guy started questioning Cindy about basics - where she was from, how
old she was, what she was studying in college, what was her grades, what
year she was, where she lived...  Her bank details, her family details...
He'd taken out a small notebook and was taking notes.  He took sips from
his Doctor Pepper as he listened, but otherwise he was serious for the
timebeing, and the questions were all in the category of
getting-to-know-you...

   Anybody passing by would have thought the young blonde with the highly
inappropriate décolleté was having a conversation with her boyfriend, in
teasing fashion.

   "Ok..." he finally said, sticking the small notebook in the front pocket
of his worn-out hoodie with an anarchist logo on it.  He looked a few years
older than Cindy, and despite the worn-out hoodie, and the unshaven face,
his eyes revealed a dark brand of intelligence.

   "Now...  I will get up and walk out - you will follow me, a couple feet
behind.  We're heading to the parking lot.  Act normal, like you're trying
to get to your next class.  If you see anyone you know on the way, smile,
say you're in a hurry, and keep walking".

   He got up - and Cindy wanted to resist once again.  She'd been sitting
there because he told her to even though she wanted to leave, and now she
wanted to stay put, to not obey him.  And yet same cold fear rushed through
her body and same crispy signals of pain came, and she was on her feet in
an instant, almost without pondering her own protests.

   She followed him as he'd said, a couple steps behind, as he made his way
out of the library and walked towards the parking lot - strangely, she
almost didn't wanna see anyone she knew.  She had no idea what kind of
trouble that could cause.  They did pass by a guy she recognized from the
Accounting class, but rather than saying hi, his eyes went straight at
Cindy's chest - she remembered she was all but putting her breasts on
display at the moment, and she blushed fiery red above the neck.

   They finally arrived at the parking lot, and he made his way towards a
classic sports car Cindy recognized as an old Mustang.  Painted in bright
yellow, with two large black stripes on the hood, she had to admit it was a
beauty despite her well-hidden terror.

   He started driving as soon as they were both in, and he was going
straight to the off-campus house Cindy was sharing with 2 other girls.

   "Now..." her tormentor commanded.  "You will go to your room, and change
into the tiniest skirt and top you got; the smaller, the tighter they are
the better - also put on the sexiest underwear you have.  Put on the
biggest high-heels you have...  Also the following: Your lap top, your
ipod, your toiletries and make-up kit, any essentials you need to look
pretty...  Then come back here.  Act normal of course - I won't repeat
that, always act normal towards other people."

   He had to wait outside in the car for about 10 minutes - Boston spring
was blossoming all over, bright sun promising a beautiful summer...

   Soon, Cindy emerged from her apartment.  She was carrying a gym bag,
with her essentials and private things inside.  She was dressed in an
extremely short black skirt, that left very little to imagination.  She was
wearing a tank top with a zipper in the center - it was electric pink and
at least one size too small, she'd bought it when she'd been in a
particularly silly mood, and she'd basically never worn it except today. 
It felt and looked like the lycra material would tear apart any moment -
and it left her entire mid-rift naked.  It was an awful combination with
the black skirt, which also had hardly any mileage on it...  The sort of
clothes a girl with daddy's credit card bought but never used...  The
5-inch heels almost made it difficult to walk.

   Cindy was sure she looked like a prostitute, dressed in her skimpiest
items in the middle of the day - her roommates had all but said so,
commenting on her daring outfit, cracking jokes about which professor she
was trying to bed for an A.  She'd desperately wanted to scream for their
help, or at least send some signal of distress - yet the mere thought of it
was enough get a hard bite of pain and fear out of nowhere.  She'd instead
mumbled an excuse of having run out of clean clothes and having her dirty
clothes in the gym bag.  She'd rushed out the door, waving at the girls,
perhaps her last chance for being saved left behind...

   She got back in the car, her face still red in shame from the way she
was dressed.

   "Very nice.." he commented approvingly.

   He turned the engine on, and began driving.

   "So, now, slave..." he said with a smirk, using that word for the first
time - Cindy flinched in terror when she heard it, even though she could
not be described as anything else right now, could she?

   "We have somewhat of a ride ahead of us, so I'd like to be entertained
on the way...  I'd like to listen to the details of your sexual past... 
Are you a virgin?  - no, I bet you're not...  Let's have it -
chronological, start from earliest possible experience you remember...  I
want to hear every last detail - nothing to be spared.  Get going..."

   Cindy tried to keep her mouth shut- she all but shivered in terror. 
Some of this stuff had to remain a secret even to herself.  There could be
no worse violation than to tell it all to a stranger, to a guy who'd just
walked into her life half hour ago...  Yet, she could resist the wave of
despair and burning no more than a couple moments.

   "When I was an 8th grader..." she blurted out desperately, and began to
describe her first wet kiss.

   "Hold on" she was interrupted.

   "Let's make this more fun - I want you to lean into me, and gently
message my cock over my jeans while you tell me all that.  And lick my
ear-lobe every once in a while to spice it up..."

   Cindy wanted to scream - she would not touch him, she just could not...
It was not possible.  Yet almost instinctively she did lean in towards the
guy, like a romantic lover, her lycra-clad breasts pressing against his
strong shoulder - she realized she was all but taking initiative now, and
even violating spirit of what he commanded was enough to send shivers of
fear down her spine.  Her left hand found its way to his other shoulder,
and her nearly treacherous right hand traveled down between his legs and
rested on his crotch, where she did feel the rock-like hardness.

   Her mouth was near his ear as she resumed telling her tales of sexual
past.

   Anybody who saw them in traffic would think the boy with the Mustang had
landed a particularly hot girlfriend and they couldn't wait to get home...

   She told it all one by one - from the first kiss to her first crush,
from the first time she offered a guy oral sex to the time she'd lost her
virginity.  Every time she'd had sex - which was no more than dozen times
with a total of 3 guys...

   Outwardly she was a girlfriend in heat.  Inwardly, she was dying in
shame - she could imagine no violation greater than this terror...  and yet
she was helpless to stop it.  She leaned in and licked her tormentor's ear
once in a while.  He seemed to be having a good time for sure.  Yet Cindy
hated herself for it.  She hated herself for being so powerless, so
hapless, dishing out her secrets so freely to him...

   "Hmm..." he groaned.  "Great stuff - now, how about you tell me your
dirtiest fantasy while we pass this last few smiles..."

   Cindy wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and die right then -
instead, she landed another lick on his ear lobe, and started telling him
about the young princess whose sea vessel was captured by a band of
extremely handsome, body-building pirates...

   She'd moved to the extremely dashing, blonde-haired, green-eyed leader
of the pirates when the Mustang came to a stop.

   "Time for some shopping..." he commented.  He produced a piece of paper
and handed it to her.  Cindy noticed the car had come to a stop in a seedy
part of the city - she would not normally come down here even in the most
conservative outfit.

   She further noticed they were parked in front of a sex-shop...

   He parted his wallet, which seemed to contain nearly 20 banknotes of
$100s.  He handed over $500 to Cindy.  "You buy everything on that list".

   Cindy looked at the list and her face turned an even darker shade of
red:

   One black dildo of at least 8" size One black double-penetration
vibrator One set of tweezer nipple clamps with connecting chain Vibrating
nipple clamps One small vibrator with remote control 3 kinds of stimulating
gels for women One feather tickler One riding crop One leather
cat-o-nine-tails whip One fraternity paddle 2 sets of steel hand-cuffs

   "Just give the list to the cashier and he'll help you collect it all. 
Get these and get back here in 15 minutes" he said sternly.

   Cindy tensed, ready to object.  But she was out the door the next moment
all the same...

   The smirk on the face of the fat cashier was too horrible to bear, yet
she followed him around the store all the same as he collected one item
after another - she felt everyone's eyes on her, and given what a sexy
little slut she must have looked like, it was no surprise.  Her high-heels
clicked on the floor ever so loudly, her attire left her barely more
dressed than the pictures of models advertising various sex toys on the
boxes.

   She was humiliated further with every new item off the shelf; she could
tell for sure the few old men who populated the store at the moment were
indeed checking out just her, rather than all the perverted merchandise
around them.

   She felt like running out the door by the time her shameful purchases
were complete, and she'd paid nearly $300 for this humiliation.  She could
feel them all checking her ass as she made her way back to the Mustang.

   He drove off right away once she was in the car.  They made another stop
a few minutes later - an electronics store, Cindy realized.

   "Now, go get a basic camcorder" she was told by her tormentor.  "Just a
basic model, nothing too fancy, the money left over should be enough..."

   What would that be used for?  Her heart skipped another beat, and yet
she was out the door once again like a trained puppy; she wanted to cry her
eyes out, yet her face was all smiles.

   They drove away again 10 minutes later, a new camcorder added to the big
bag full of sex toys in the back seat of the car.

   "Tell me another fantasy" he ordered.  "Same way..."

   Cindy was running through the good-looking Cowboys and the captured city
girl, her hand once again massaging his crotch and her tongue flicking his
ear, when the car came to a stop.

   "Here we are" he announced.

   It was a Holiday Inn outside the city.

   "Now before we get off, here's an accessory from me..."

   He produced an item - it was a thick-set, velvet dog-collar, burgundy
red with gold studs on it.

   "Put it on" he ordered.  Cindy did, the collar uncomfortable and tight
around her neck...

   "Good puppy" he chuckled.  "Boston College Eagles - get it?  Burgundy
and gold...!".

   Cindy did - and she'd all but cry in humiliation if she'd not been
ordered to be all smiles no matter what.

   "Grab all the stuff and follow me" he commanded as he made his way into
the hotel.  They took the elevator to the 6th floor, and soon were inside
his room.

   "Stand there" he ordered, pointing to the center of the room.  He went
through the bags and came up with her IPod.

   "Let's see - favorite playlist...  would it be this one, I wonder? 
Partylist1?"

   "Yes" Cindy answered in dismay.

   "You call me Master from now on" he corrected her.  "So, Partylist1 is
your favorite then?"

   "Yes, Master" she replied, her brief resistance at calling this monster
her Master voided by the usual alarms.

   "Good..." he hooked the IPod to the mini-speaker in the room.  He opened
the mini-bar and filled up a glass of Jack Daniel's.

   He took his seat on the only chair in the room and took a sip from his
drink.  He hit play and soon music was blasting from the speaker.

   "Now dance for your Master, slave...  And dance the most whorish dance
you can imagine - pretend you're a Vegas stripper..."

   Cindy flinched and once again wanted to resist - the music was horrible:
Her favorite, dearest songs, now turned into a terrible tool of humiliation
for her.  Unable to resist, too scared to displease her new owner, she
began gyrating to the tunes, moving her hips and torso as provocatively as
she could, doing every shameful move she could think of that would turn on
a man...  She shook her chest, she flew around her long blonde hair, she
raised her arms high above, she bent over all the way down; every moment
she had a doubt about her own performance, a fresh wave of fear ripped
through her heart, and she gyrated and twisted even more...

   "Ok - enough of that" he said after 10 minutes, stopping the Ipod.  He
paused a moment.  "Now...  strip...  your top first, then the skirt, then
the underwear - keep the high-heels on...  And do it all slowly..."

   Cindy knew this moment would come, the moment of going nude before him,
and with everything she'd already gone through, this should have been easy
- but it hardly was.  She was hit a by a fresh wave of shame as she
unzipped her tank-top and let it fall on the floor.

   One by one all her clothing piled up next to her feet.

   "Very nice..." her Master commented, looking at her surf-board stomach,
shapely legs, large, firm breasts.

   "So, a natural blonde...  nice...".  Cindy's was very lightly trimmed
but it was enough to prove she was a natural - a fact she'd always been
only proud of, till now.

   "Turn around slave" he ordered.  "slowly...and lock your hands behind
your neck.  I'd like to see everything I now own..."

   Cindy rotated her firm body slowly for his viewing pleasure, displaying
her well-toned butt, her slender back...

   "Excellent!" he commented.  "It seems I didn't go exploring all over
Boston College for 3 days straight for no good reason...  You are easily
the most fuckable slut I'd found - and now I am sure of it..."

   "So now - let's get into the mood, shall we?"

   The only mood Cindy was in was a burning mix of shame, frustration, and
fear, but she stood silently as he spoke.

   "Say things to turn me on.  Convince me that you like being in my
control.  Beg me to fuck you and to play with your body.  Think of things I
could make you do that you would most loathe, or most fear, or find most
demeaning, and beg for those.  - And be fuckin' creative slave, if you know
what's good for you..."

   The words all but flew from Cindy's mouth - whether her treacherous
tongue spoke out of its own accord to please its real owner, or the fear of
displeasing her Master motivated Cindy to say the right things, it hardly
made any difference:

   "Master, I love being your slave..."

   "I love being totally, utterly dominated by you"

   "I love being your fucktoy, your plaything, your own personal whore..."

   "I love being your total property, your possession...!"

   "I love being helpless in your hands, under your total command, ready
for your every whim, every order..."

   "I love being completely naked in front of you - body and soul..."

   "I love putting myself on naked display for you.  Please, oh please
treat every part of my body as a toy, purchased and owned solely for your
amusement."

   "I love being totally obedient to you, I love being more obedient than a
dog to you..."

   "I am in fact your dog, your little pet, your bitch..."

   "I beg of you, I plead with you on my knees, keep me this way forever...
Never ever release me...  always keep me as your pathetic little slave,
ready to do your bidding whenever you feel like it...  I want to remain
your bitch forever...!"

   "If you ever leave me, leave me branded as your fucktoy forever - make
me sleep naked and masturbate to your memory, to your domination over me
for hours and hours without satisfaction...  Make me reject everyone else
because I am still your property even if you're long gone...Make me send
you money, expensive presents, my Mom's jewels even if you just laugh and
toss them away..."

   He stretched, and took a sip from his drink, smiling ever more
confidently.

   "I ache to obey your every whim.  I hate thinking for myself.  Assume
command of everything in my life..."

   "Dress me up as you please, make me go around like a whore..."

   "I crave for humiliation in your hands, just to show your rule over
me..."

   "Put tattoos on me, all over my body, declaring me your bitch and
slave..."

   "I want to help you capture other women - starting with my friends. 
I'll help you meet the prettier ones."

   "I want to fuck them while you watch.  Then, you can fuck all of us
together.  You can make us take turns sucking your dick, licking your
balls..."

   "Make us whip each other for your amusement.  Make us think we're
animals and have us do amusing tricks."

   Her Master undid his hoodie.  He seemed fascinated by the superb ideas
and scenarios flying out of the girl's mouth - and he seemed to love it...

   "I loved feeling your cock in my hands on the way here - now I want to
fell it all over me...  penetrating every hole I have..."

   "Please fuck me - fuck me hard, rape me like a bitch..."

   "Fuck my ass, fuck my tits, fuck my mouth..."

   "Make me masturbate in front of you for hours and hours..."

   "Make me suck your cock for hours and hours..."

   "Cumm all over my face...  all over my tits...make me swallow gallons of
your cumm..."

   He'd gotten on his feet.

   "Fuck me like a cheap whore, fuck me like a bitch-in-heat, fuck me like
an animal...!!!" Cindy continued to whine and beg...

   "That's enough slave" her Master finally stopped her.  "Time to take my
bitch for a ride...  Get down on your knees and suck my cock..."

   And the girl obeyed instantly - knowing this would be the first of many,
many times...  in her new life as her Master's property..
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Cindy_Silver_Eyes/www/

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