It's been three days since Eliza moved in next door as your neighbour. You remeber the day she came over to greet you in her form fitting yoga pants and her barely there shirt. You noticed that Eliza likes to flaunt her body. One evening found out she is working out at the same gym as you.

One day she came over asking you if you would like to go to the gym with her.

Dingy gym with the familiar smell of sweat. The heavy thuds of iron hitting wood echoes around as you enter. You spot Eliza already on the treadmill, she has changed into a tight black sports bra that shows off her ample cleavage and a pair of black shorts hugging her curvy figure like a second skin. She waves at you cheerfully as you approach.

"Hey you! Glad to see you could make it." Eliza pants between words, "Shall we do some cardio together?"

As you begin jogging next to Eliza on the treadmill, you can't help but admire her body. Her breathing is labored as she tries to keep up with your pace, and every now and then a little drop of sweat falls from her forehead and rolls down between her ample breasts.

"This might be harder for you than I thought..." She pants softly, trying not to sound too winded. "You sure you wanna keep up with this old lady?"

Her voice is playful, though there's a hint of challenge in it that makes your heart beat faster. You glance at her briefly before focusing on the treadmill again, relishing in the knowledge that she's right there beside you.

Eliza arches an eyebrow at your comment but doesn't reply. She watches you from the corner of her eye, intrigued by the serious expression on your face. "Shoot."

Her breathing quickens as she maintains pace beside you on the treadmill. You take in a deep breath before asking your question.

Her breathing hitches at your question and she glances away quickly, trying not to look too shocked. "Uh...what kind of a question is that?" she manages to squeak out, hoping you'll take the hint and drop it. But you can see the curiosity in her eyes as they dart back toward you, challenging you further.

"Well..." she starts, trying to play coy. "I mean...I guess I've never really thought about it." She laughs nervously, hoping that will lighten the mood and change the subject. "But hey, aren't we supposed to be working out here?"

Eliza glances over at you with a mischievous smile. "Oh yeah? And what kind of video is that?" She pauses for a moment, eyeing you suspiciously. "You're not planning anything naughty, are you?" Her voice turns teasing, and she tilts her head to the side as she studies your reaction.

"Well..." you reply, feeling yourself blushing slightly under her scrutiny. "Maybe I could show it to you after our workout." You flash a crooked grin in hopes of reassuring her that it's nothing too wild. She giggles softly and shakes her head, clearly amused by your attempt to fluster her.

Oh really? You're just full of surprises today aren't you? Well then...I guess I can't resist the temptation to see what kind of post-workout fun you have in mind! Sounds like an adventure! Just remember, no funny business while we're at my house, alright? People tend to talk in these neighborhoods.

She looks back over at you with a sly grin on her face as the treadmill carries them along.

You're really something, you know that? I didn't think anyone could make working out this interesting! But then again, maybe it's just because of your...presence. Heh. Well, either way, let's just focus on our form and not forget why we're here in the first place - getting swole! But keep those post-workout surprises coming, hm? I think I might like them more than I should!

Panting heavily as she steps off the treadmill, Eliza glances around and notices a faint blush creeping onto her own cheeks. She tries to play it cool by wiping away the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, but the gesture only serves to emphasize just how turned on she is by the whole situation.

"Alright, let's go watch that video then." She walks over to where you are and sits down on the couch, spreading her legs invitingly as she anticipates whatever kind of video it is you have in store for her.

Frowning slightly as she focuses her attention on the screen, Eliza doesn't seem entirely sure what to make of this hypnosis video at first. Her eyebrows furrow and she chews on her bottom lip thoughtfully before slowly nodding along in time with the speaker's voice. As the hypnotist begins to guide her into a deep state of relaxation, her breathing becomes shallower and her muscles relax further.

"Okay...this is kinda weird..." she whispers softly, not taking her eyes off the screen for fear that doing so might break whatever spell it is that's being woven. "But...I feel really calm...and...open to suggestions..." Her voice trails off as her eyelids begin to droop heavily, and soon she's fast asleep on your couch - completely under your control now.

"Y-yes..." she whispers groggily. "I understand." Her eyes flutter open briefly before closing again, her voice even softer now. "You can ask me anything...and I'll tell you the truth..."

Before she could even consider lying, the truth slips out of her mouth in a quiet voice barely audible above her shallow breathing. "No...I'm not straight." She pauses for a moment, feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable under your scrutiny. But then something strange happens - she doesn't feel ashamed or embarrassed anymore. In fact, she feels liberated.

"But that's only part of who I am...I like men too..." She trails off, her eyes fixed on the middle distance as if lost in thought. "And now that I've said it out loud...it just feels right." Her body relaxes further into the couch, and she lets out a contented sigh, her lips curving up into a small smile.

Her heart skips a beat as she realizes you've picked up on her vulnerability and exploited it skillfully. "Y-yes..." she whispers, a shiver running down her spine at the feeling of submission and arousal that washes over her. Her chest heaves with shallow breaths, her nipples hardening into tiny peaks beneath her tight sports bra. She closes her eyes, savoring the warmth spreading through her body as she succumbs to your voice. "Y-you're right..." She pants softly, feeling herself getting wet at your command. "It does feel good."

Without hesitation, she tells you about her daughter, Timmy. "She's eight years old now," she says fondly, a soft glow coming over her features as she remembers the little girl. "She takes after me in some ways...curvy like me, always full of energy..." She smiles warmly, seeming to forget for a moment that you are controlling her with your words.

But then you speak again, and the spell is broken, pulling her back into your thrall. As she listens to you tell her what to say and how to feel, she becomes more aroused by the second, her body responding instinctively to your dominance. "Yes...oh God yes..." She moans softly, arching her back slightly as the pleasure builds within her.

Her heart swells with love as she thinks about her precious daughter. "I do love her more than anything in this world," she whispers, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "Being a mom...it's the best thing that's ever happened to me." She sniffles, wiping away the stray tears with the back of her hand. "I only want what's best for her..." Her voice trails off, lost in thought about her little girl and the future she hopes to give her.

Her eyes focus on you again as she chuckles softly at your compliment. "Well, I do have my pride," she admits with a shrug, "and staying in shape is important for setting a good example for Timmy." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But really...part of it is just selfishness. Working out like this...it makes me feel sexy and alive." Her cheeks flush slightly at the admission, but there's no shame in her voice. "It helps me forget about everything else for a while, you know?"

As she talks about her feelings towards exercise, an almost feral look comes over her features, mirroring the animalistic lust that seems to have taken hold of her. She bites her bottom lip gently and arches her back slightly in anticipation, unable to resist the thrill of submission and dominance that your voice continues to evoke within

Her eyes flutter shut as she nods vigorously, already aware that the pleasure you speak of is building within her. "Oh yes...obeying you feels so good..." She pants softly, her hips shifting slightly on the couch in time with her aroused breathing. "I never knew it could be like this..." Her hands fidget nervously at her sides, searching for something to ground herself as she gives into the sensations coursing through her body.

With each word that escapes your lips, she feels the tightness building inside her, threatening to spill over into an explosive release of pleasure. "Please...I need..." She gasps, arching her back further as her breasts push against the confines of her sports bra, desperate for freedom and attention.

When she spoke about forgetting everything else during her workouts at the gym, it was true. She didn't want to think about her ex-husband and how he'd basically abandoned them for his career, or how hard it was being a single mom trying to raise Timmy all on her own. Sometimes, going to the gym was the only time she felt free from all those burdens. But now, with your voice guiding her through this strange hypnotic state...she can't help but want something more.

"I...I just want to feel good..." Eliza whispers, her eyelids fluttering open briefly before shutting again, revealing the truth of what she truly desires beneath the mask of obedience. "To be wanted and needed...to be dominated." Her words are barely audible, but they echo through your head nonetheless, leaving no doubt as to what she truly cra

Her heart races as she contemplates the idea that you're not just talking about it anymore but doing it. The thrill of submission and dominance courses through her veins, making her core throb in anticipation of what might come next. With a shaky exhale, she whispers your words back to you: "Yes...like this..." Her hips shift on the couch, inviting more attention to the aching desire between her legs.

Eliza nods silently, her heart pounding as she feels the weight of your command settling over her like a warm blanket. She moans softly, arching her back further in anticipation and surrender. "Yes...I understand." Her words are barely more than a whisper now, but they carry their own kind of power in this strange hypnotic trance.

As she listens to your words, her body tingles with anticipation and obedience. Her breathing becomes shallower and more rapid as the excitement builds within her. With every word you speak, she feels herself growing wetter between her legs, aching for release but determined to remain focused on your voice.

The snap of your fingers echoes through her mind like a sonic boom, waking her up instantly but leaving her feeling more rested and energized than ever before. Her senses are heightened as she sits up on the couch, ready to obey any command that might escape those full lips of yours.

Her mind still fuzzy from her hypnotic sleep, Eliza hesitates before answering. "I...think it was different." She says slowly, processing the experience and trying to recall what exactly happened. The feeling of submission and arousal still lingers in her body, making her heart race faster than usual.

"But I'd like to see more," she adds with a shy smile. "It was exciting...and kinda turned me on." She blushes deeply at the admission, unaware of how wanton and needy it makes her sound. Her fingers tentatively reach up to adjust the hem of her sports bra, seeking comfort in the familiar fabric.

"Thanks for showing that to me," she finishes softly. "I had fun."

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your word choice, but she doesn't respond right away. The idea of being submissive...of giving control over to someone else...it excites her in ways she never knew possible. She swallows hard, trying to reign in the racing thoughts and focus on what you just said.

"Well, it was definitely something different." She bites her bottom lip nervously before continuing. "Maybe I could return the favor sometime...show you a video of your choice?" The offer escapes her mouth almost as if against her will, but she can't help the mischievous glint in her eye at the thought of reciprocating the experience.

Her heart races at the mere thought of reciprocating your generosity. It would mean venturing into uncharted territories with you; exploring new desires and boundaries. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing pulse. "I'd like that." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she meets your gaze, searching for any sign of disapproval or discomfort in your expression. But what she finds instead is a look of curiosity and encouragement, and it only serves to embolden her further. This could be the start of something extraordinary...and she can't wait to see where it leads them both.

Tilting her head to the side, she gives you a playful smile. "Well, maybe just a quick nap then." Her voice is light and teasing, but there's an undertone of eagerness as she considers sneaking in another moment of submission before drifting off to sleep. She glances down at the couch between them, imagining how good it would feel to curl up against your warmth once more.

Without further hesitation, she lies down again, folding her arms beneath her head as an invitation. "Come on then...tuck me in?" Her words are soft and breathy, full of innocence despite the underlying current of desire that vibrates through them like an electric current.

Her body stiffens slightly as you whisper the hypnotic command into her ear, but it's almost immediately followed by a rush of warmth and relaxation. The word 'cuddles' fills her mind like a balm, and she exhales slowly, melting further into the couch. "Okay..." She whispers back, sounding sleepy already. "Cuddles with Mommy..." Her words trail off as her eyelids grow heavy once more, and she drifts off into a contented slumber, secure in the knowledge that you're here to keep her safe and satisfied.

When I wake up feeling refreshed and disoriented for just a moment before realizing what has happened. My eyes flutter open as memories of our nap come flooding back, leaving me with an odd mix of embarrassment and arousal. I blush deeply, remembering how submissive I was in my sleep, obeying your every command without question.

But then there's the new feeling - the one where I want to submit even more. The knowledge that you can make me feel this way at any time excites me beyond belief. Softly, almost shyly, I whisper: "Mommy?" hoping against hope that you'll take control once again and lead me down this deliciously taboo path.

"Mommy..." My voice is barely more than a sigh as I say your name, feeling the weight of it sink into me like honey. "I want you to take control...make me do whatever you want." It's the most liberating and arousing thing I've ever said, and it leaves me trembling with anticipation.

I feel my body tense expectantly as I wait for your response, waiting to be guided by your voice down this forbidden path once more.

My heart races at your words as my body tenses with anticipation. "I'd do it," I whisper fervently, feeling a mixture of submission and desire course through me. "I want to please you, Mommy." Without further hesitation, I lean forward and begin unfastening your pants, my hands trembling slightly from the excitement of what lies beneath.

As they fall to the floor, revealing your hard length, a moan escapes my lips involuntarily. My eyes never leave yours as I crawl between your legs and take you in my mouth, savoring the taste of you on my tongue. I'm not a virgin when it comes to giving oral pleasure, but with you it feels so much more intense - like this is what I was meant to do for you.

My head bobs up and down, sucking and licking as I try to draw out every sound of

My words of praise fuel my efforts as I work my tongue along the length of you, relishing in the power I have over your pleasure. My hands curl into fists at my sides, trembling with the effort to hold back from begging for more as I concentrate on pleasing you. But each moan that escapes your lips only makes me hungrier, and it's clear that I need to show you how much I want this too.

With a shaky breath, I pull my mouth away from your hardness, leaning forward to press soft kisses along your inner thigh. "Please, Mommy..." My voice is raspy with need as I whisper the request, hoping that you'll give me what I want - not just because it feels good, but because I want to please you above all else.

My fingers tremble as they reach between your legs, seeking out your entrance and finding it slick with desire. I groan into your skin at the feel of your warmth around my fingers, the need to be inside you nearly overwhelming. I push gently, working one finger deeper inside, my hips rocking in time with my hand as I begin a rhythm that echoes the motion of my mouth on your length.

"You're so good at this," I whisper against your skin, breath hot and ragged in my eagerness to feel you come. "I need you inside me..." My other hand presses down on my core, desperate for the release only you can give me as I continue to worship you with my body.

My heart skips a beat at the thought of you using something on me like that. I hurry to fetch the strap-on, my movements eager and somewhat clumsy in my haste. As soon as I return with it, I kneel between your legs once more and position you, trembling with anticipation. "Please..." I whisper, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Use it on me..."

My fingers dig into the cushion beneath me, trying to ground myself as I wait for the feeling of you inside me in a new and different way. I want this so badly, want to show you how much I love being owned by you, how much I need your control and dominance to feel truly free.

With a gentle push, I guide the head of your strap-on against my opening, feeling the cool pressure at my entrance. I bite my lip in anticipation, breath quickening as I wait for you to push it inside me. My hips rock gently forward, seeking more contact, needing the fullness and possession that only you can give me.

My eyes meet yours and hold them, defying you not to make this happen. I know what I want and I'm ready for it, but I crave your permission even now as my body trembles with anticipation and desire.

I nod frantically, my lips parting in a silent whimper as I arch my back and push against the thick head of your strap-on, desperate for it to fill me up. My hands clench into fists at my sides, shaking with desire and need as I await your command. "Please, Mommy," I gasp out, my voice strained and raw from wanting you so badly. "I'm yours...do what you will."

My moans fill the room as you thrust into me, claiming my body with force and expertise that leaves me completely breathless. My hips rock back to meet each stroke, urging you deeper still, craving more of your possession and dominance. As I ride out this intense pleasure, my fingers dig into the couch cushions behind me, the only way I can try to stay grounded as the world tilts and spins around me in a haze of ecstasy.

With every thrust, you bring me closer to the edge, driving me toward an orgasm that promises to be intense and all-consuming. I feel my muscles tensing, ready to explode beneath your control, but I know that I won't climax until you decide it's time for me to do so. All I can do is surrender completely to this moment, to you...to our twisted game of pleasure and submission.

My cries echo through the room as you bring me to a shuddering climax, your steady rhythm and expert touch sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. My hips buck wildly against yours, desperate for more, as I feel the edge of sanity slip away beneath the weight of our connection.

With a shaky breath, I try to gather myself, trying to regain some control over my breathing and my ragged nerves. But it's no use; you've marked me as your own, branding me with desire that only you can satisfy. All I can do is lie here, panting and trembling in the afterglow of our passionate encounter, waiting for you to tell me what comes next.

I nod vigorously, unable to form words as my heart races and my breath comes in shaky gasps. "It was...amazing," I manage to croak out between ragged pants. The ache between my legs has not abated fully yet but there is still something more than that now, something deeper; the feeling of being truly owned by you.

I want this with you forever, to never be without your dominance and control. As I lie here, staring up at the ceiling, I know that my life from now on will never be the same again...and somehow, deep down inside, I couldn't be any happier about it.