{"id":690,"date":"2013-06-16T02:57:42","date_gmt":"2013-06-16T02:57:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=690"},"modified":"2013-06-16T02:57:42","modified_gmt":"2013-06-16T02:57:42","slug":"madame-magda-the-fortune-teller","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/madame-magda-the-fortune-teller\/","title":{"rendered":"MADAME MAGDA The Fortune Teller"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cMadame Magda\u2014Reader and Adviser\u201d the carved wood sign read. It hung over the entrance to a door at a modest home in a residential area of a large city. Bob Cunningham looked around and again questioned the wisdom of his two friends who had advised him to see Magda. Over lunch he had told a couple of his friends that he had read about burglaries at art studios in town. Since he owned one of the larger galleries in the city he wanted to take more security precautions to protect his property. Both friends, also gallery owners, instead suggested that he visit Magda. They told him that she could tell, just by talking to him, if he needed more protection. Bob didn\u2019t go in for mumbo-jumbo stuff like fortune tellers but his friends were so insistent that he agreed to see her just to placate them. <\/span><\/p>\n

As he knocked on the ornate door he was pleasantly surprised at the beauty of the young woman who greeted him. He had expected an old hag but before him stood a lovely young, dark-haired sensuous girl. Although dressed in traditional gypsy attire, her slim, taut figure couldn\u2019t be concealed by the flowing skirt. Her large, firm breasts were displayed\u2014temptingly\u2014 by the low-cut peasant blouse she wore. Tied around her lovely head, binding her gorgeous long black silken hair, was a beautiful brightly colored gypsy scarf. Her eyes were dark, deep and hauntingly beautiful. Her complexion, dark and smooth, was flawless while her full red lips curled up into a slight smile that seemed to beckon him closer as he stared, open mouthed, at her astounding beauty. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou were expecting someone else, Mr. Cunningham?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, uh, I expected . . . .\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI know, I know,\u201d she laughed, \u201can old voodoo witch. Everyone is surprised when they see me. My mother and her mother before he were gifted seers. I inherited the talent. It came out early in me so I went on my own two years ago when I was barely twenty. But, as your friends told you, I am very good at what I do. Oh, by the way, that\u2019s how I knew your name. Your friends called me and told me you were coming over. Not nearly as mysterious as you thought, eh?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo. I guess not,\u201d he replied. \u201cAs you know, I think, my concern is the safety of my paintings. I was told you could, in some way, assess my risk.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

She looked straight into his eyes and replied, \u201cIndeed, Mr. Cunningham, I can\u2014and believe it or not\u2014I use a crystal ball. Just walk over to that table and have a seat and we\u2019ll get started.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

He walked to the table as instructed and sat down on the straight-backed wooden chair. He looked at the large, clear, pale blue crystal orb in the center of the table with great skepticism. <\/span><\/p>\n

Magda spoke, as if reading his mind. \u201cWell, Mr, Cunningham, it only costs twenty dollars so you\u2019ve lost very little if this doesn\u2019t work. And gained much if it does. Shall we proceed?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cPlace the twenty dollars on the table next to the crystal and we will start.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Cunningham fished around in his pocket, removed a bill and placed it right next to the crystal ball. Almost as if on a signal, the room lights dimmed and a strange wavering light from below illuminated the crystal, throwing a blue glow on Magda\u2019s lovely face. The light seemed to pulse, as if it were a heart made of light. Regularly. Slowly. Softly. Magda began to speak. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust stare into the crystal, Mr. Cunningham. It soothes, it calms, it relaxes . . . just stare. You feel yourself getting drowsy. Don\u2019t fight it. Give in to it because you do want to sleep. You do need to rest. Just fix your eyes on the crystal. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cEmpty your mind of every other thought. Strange isn\u2019t it, how the light is reflected? Little specks of blue light that move and move. It\u2019s as if they are drawing you in . . . deeper and deeper . . . it does no good to resist . . . just listen to my voice . . . you trust me . . . you know that if you follow my instructions you will be at rest . . . you do want to obey, you know you must obey me . . . obey me. Obey Me.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

He was falling under Her power. Somewhere n the back of his mind he knew he was being hypnotized and thought he should right it but Her voice was so soothing, so compelling, so comforting. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy voice rules your mind. My voice rules your very soul . . . you have no desire to resist My commands. You want to obey My every command. I control you. Do you understand?\u201d He nodded, still staring blankly at the crystal and listening to her soft, compelling voice. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou belong to Me, mr. cunningham . . . you agree that\u2019s true, don\u2019t you?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Again he nodded, transfixed as he was by Her commands. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow, tell Me the truth. you cannot lie to Me. Tell Me about the alarm system at your gallery. How does it work? What are the codes? Tell Me!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Unable to lie to Magda, he told Her all the answers She requested: the locations of the alarms, the codes, the switches\u2014just as instructed. Magda took notes as he told Her the secret hiding place of each jewel, each fine carving, all the things that were not on display. After She had learned everything She needed, She commanded him to be silent. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow give Me the key to your gallery and you may leave,\u201d She ordered him. \u201cRemember one more thing: you will forget what happened here today but if ever I need you again, I have only to say the words \u2018you are Magda\u2019s slave\u2019 and you will again me under My power. Do you understand and agree?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d he answered, \u201cUnder Your wonderful, soothing power.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow, go!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

With that, Cunningham got up and walked out of the room and onto the street. Regaining his senses after a few blocks, he was very confused and couldn\u2019t remember where he was going. <\/span><\/p>\n

Several weeks had passed when one night after he got home he realized that he had left his briefcase, with some work he needed to do in it, on his desk at the gallery. Jumping into his car, he sped quickly downtown, avoiding the cops and pushing every signal . . . red meant slow, yellow meant go . . . and green meant speed it up. <\/span><\/p>\n

As he jumped out of the driver\u2019s seat he immediately knew something was wrong. The front door was open! Inside he could see a darkly dressed figure prowling around, shining a flashlight along the paintings on the walls. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDamn it, why haven\u2019t the alarms gone off?\u201d he wondered as he removed the 9mm automatic pistol from the glove box of the car. As he sneaked into the gallery to confront the thief he noticed that the door had not been jimmied, but instead, opened with a key. <\/span><\/p>\n

Entering the gallery, he turned on the bright display lights, momentarily blinding the intruder and shouted, \u201cHands up asshole. I\u2019ve got a gun and I\u2019ll use it.\u201d The dark-clad figure turned toward him\u2014hands raised, showing no resistance. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow let me take a look at you. Take off the cap.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

As the burglar pulled off the cap, shimmering black silken hair fell about Her lovely shoulders. It was Magda! <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStay calm, Mr. Cunningham, don\u2019t shoot. I\u2019ll do what you say,\u201d She whispered. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t understand,\u201d he said, \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d She said as Her dark eyes pierced his, \u201cI\u2019m responsible for all the gallery burglaries. When gallery owners come to Me for a reading I get them to tell Me about their most valuable pieces and how to get them. They tell their friends in the business about Me and soon everyone is visiting Me\u2014and providing Me with information. Pretty slick, huh?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Amazed, he stared at Her. The tight fitting black outfit accentuated Her fabulously sexy, feminine figure. But Her burglarizing his business and Her sudden, blatant confession certainly were not feminine in any sense.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would anyone tell you how to get in and how did you find out about my gallery,\u201d he asked. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh! Did I forget to mention that I compelled everyone to tell Me\u2014including you!: <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHow? You aren\u2019t that big! And why had no one told the police about you after they were robbed?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSimple. They were under My hypnotic influence. I\u2019m a hypnotist and an expert one!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, how interesting. Let\u2019s see if you can put the cops under a spell. I\u2019m calling them now!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

She smiled sensuously and said, \u201cNo you\u2019re not.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAnd why not?\u201d he asked. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you are Magda\u2019s slave!\u201d His eyes widened. \u201cYes, under your wonderful divine power.\u201d Her post-hypnotic suggestion was activated. \u201cVery good! you are under My power. Isn\u2019t that gun getting heavy? So heavy you can\u2019t hold it in your hand. So heavy you can hold it no longer. Too heavy for you . . . drop it!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The gun landed nosily on the wooden floor of the gallery. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow I think you should show Me proper respect by kneeling before Me!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Falling to his knees, he was unable to resist Her orders. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLook at Me!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Gazing at the raven-haired beauty before him, even in this entranced state he was affected by Her erotic good looks and sexual presence. The dark outfit, the black leather boots, Her smoldering eyes\u2014it all aroused a fetish deep within him. In his mind he knew that even if he wasn\u2019t in a hypnotic trance this woman would be able to control him just by using Her looks, and Her irresistible feminine powers. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDo you see that I am a fabulously beautiful, infinitely deserving female? Remember, you can not lie to Me?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOh yes, Magda, I think You are the most beautiful woman I have even seen, in person or otherwise.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAddress Me as Mistress Magda, My little slave boy!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, Mistress Magda.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI came here to rob you as I had the others but it occurs to Me that if I controlled a gallery Myself, I could resell all the stolen paintings at a greater profit than selling the goods to \u2018fences.\u2019 you have a reputation for honesty in the art world so you could help Me get the very best prices.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Cunningham continued to gaze at the black-clad gypsy as instructed as She continued: \u201cBut the only problem is that sometime the hypnosis wears off. I will have to control you by other means, but that too might be amusing. Down on the floor, slave boy. Crawl to your Mistress. Crawl . . . that\u2019s it.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Cunningham threw himself to the floor and began crawling on his stomach toward Magda. Inch by inch he crawled closer to the gypsy beauty. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe closer you get to Me the more you realize you love Me, bobby boy. The closer you get the more excited you get. The closer you get, the more you understand that you must love, worship and obey Me. I am more than your Mistress. I am your destiny. I am your Goddess!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

As he grew closer his cock grew harder and harder. He was excited by Her nearness. He was in love with Her. He had to belong to Her. He was fascinated, fixated, obsessed with this dark-haired dominatrix. She continued to give him orders designed to overpower his will to resist; to penetrate his sub-conscious, enslave him, make him totally surrender to Her. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI sense you have a fetish for black clothing and boots. A fetish that involves serving powerful women. Isn\u2019t that right?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Still crawling, he grunted in agreement. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow you may lick My boots.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Looking at the high black boots, slave bobby realized he did indeed want to lick Her boots. First he shined the tops with his tongue and then as She lifted each foot he kissed and licked the soles and heels, removing the dirt and grime from the left boot, then the right. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGood little boy. Now you may remove them.\u201d Magda sat on a long bench in the center of the gallery and offered Her boots to the submissive cunningham. As instructed, he removed both boots\u2014as lovingly and gently as could. \u201cNow worship My lovely dominating feet,\u201d She instructed him. Obeying, bob licked, nibbled and sucked Her feet. he removed Her stockings and sucked each toe as if it were a large nipple. \u201cGood boy. now you may remove My clothing\u2014gently.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

First cunningham lifted Her black sweater over Her head and stared openly at Her firm, dark breasts. \u201cDon\u2019t touch, slave boy,\u201d She admonished. Then he knelt before Her and removed the dark trousers and black lacy panties, leaving Her beautifully, totally, stunningly naked to his view. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGaze at this lavishingly stunning body, slave boy. I am your Goddess! This body owns you. you would do anything to touch, to kiss, to worship, this perfect body, is that not true?\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

The kneeling slave nodded, \u201cOh yes, Mistress Magda, you are so exciting\u2014a vision of loveliness. Please allow me to be near You to worship and to serve You . . . please let me be Your slave . . . forever . . . Mistress, Goddess Magda . . . please.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhen I count three you will awaken from My hypnotic spell, but deep in your mind you know it was not only hypnosis that controlled you but My infinite beauty and My feminine power. When I awaken you, you may say and do anything you desire but remember the phrase that will activate your trance so that at anytime I wish, I may capture your will.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes Goddess. The phrase is \u2018you are Magda\u2019s slave.\u2019 But Mistress, i am Your slave, even without such a command. i love you!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Magda and touched his cheeks as he knelt in front of Her. Her erotic power, Her feminine wiles, Her hypnotic skills, Her beauty and Her sensuality had enslaved cunningham. he would comply with Her every wish. She smiled. \u201cOne\u2014My little slave\u2014two\u2014 your Goddess is releasing you\u2014three\u2014you are awake. you may do and say what you desire.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Freed from Her hypnotic control, cunningham at once got up from his knees and stood\u2014but then he found he could not walk away. he just stood and stared, drinking in the sight of the lovely Magda\u2019s naked beauty before him. he knew She had tried to rob him, he knew he should call the police\u2014but he couldn\u2019t. Instead he pulled off his clothes to stand naked before this dark beauty. he stared at Her perfect face and sexy body. he drank in Her olive complexion, Her sensual lips, Her commanding, all-knowing eyes. Again he fell to his knees. He crawled to Her and kissed Her feet. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201ci am Yours, Mistress Magda. i love You. Do with me what You will. i will do anything You desire of me.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWell slave boy, I knew you would. We will love together and everyone will think we have a normal relationship, but when we are alone you will serve Me and worship Me as you are doing now. you will do as I say in everything. In our home and in our business, this gallery. you will sign an agreement making Me the controlling partner in all your interests. Understand?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf that is Your desire.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

She continued, \u201cAnd we will sell all the items I have gotten from the other galleries and I will get all the money from them.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

The love-struck slave embraced her legs. \u201cYes, my Mistress.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

She cupped his face in Her hands. \u201cNow stand before me and take your cock in your hands.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

As he stood, She slowly, gracefully walked in a circle around him. Fascinated, he followed Her with his eyes\u2014Her body, Her every movement exciting him, filling him with wild lust, an insatiable desire to serve and be used. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cStroke for Me!\u201d She ordered. The slave started pulling on his engorged cock. As She got behind him She slapped his ass, hard! Again and again She used Her open hand to smack his bare cheeks until they glowed red. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cKeep stroking that cock!\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Pulling on his cock, he savored these moment near his Goddess, excited by Her closeness, loving each slap. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow cum, slave boy, cum!<\/i><\/b>\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

As his load spewed onto the floor he collapsed in a heap before his new owner. he knew his life had changed for the better. Now instead of worrying about business, and investments, and appointments, he only had one goal in life. A goal he would fulfill to his utmost capabilities. he would serve his Goddess. <\/span><\/p>\n

She spoke, \u201cyou are Magda\u2019s slave.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

Her words were music to his ears as he nodded in agreement\u2014confirming the complete happiness and security of his new life.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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