{"id":720,"date":"2013-06-19T04:14:37","date_gmt":"2013-06-19T04:14:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/?p=720"},"modified":"2013-06-19T04:14:37","modified_gmt":"2013-06-19T04:14:37","slug":"madame-magda-returns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hypno-erotica.com\/stories\/madame-magda-returns\/","title":{"rendered":"MADAME MAGDA RETURNS!"},"content":{"rendered":"

Detective Jason Mansfield looked into the dark, penetrating smoldering eyes and could focus only on them and the startlingly beautiful face behind them. He was standing in front of Madame Magda as She focused Her captivating, hypnotic stare on the helpless, totally captivated policeman.<\/span><\/p>\n

“You will do everything that I command, will you not?” She softly inquired.<\/span><\/p>\n

A great deal seemed to go on inside the detective’s mind during the momentary pause before he responded. “Yes, Madame Magda. Everything You command.”<\/span><\/p>\n

His thoughts seemed somehow fuzzy and he felt an odd tingling sensation in his head. Then a piercing headache formed, then just as quickly it dissipated. To the entranced cop this all seemed to take a long time but in reality just a heartbeat has transpired. He had a curious sense of a great struggle going on in his subconscious mind in which he was, at best, only a partial observer.<\/span><\/p>\n

Suddenly he realized, as if it were something he had always known, it was the most important thing in his life. He simply must<\/i> do everything Madame Magda commanded. Then after this instant subconscious revelation he had responded, truthfully, “Yes, Madame Magda, everything you command.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Had he been able to focus his memory on anything other than the dark vision of erotic beauty before him he probably would have considered the occurrences that had brought him to this peculiarly submissive condition, so “un-cop like.”<\/span><\/p>\n

For him, this actually started a few weeks ago when he was assigned a case involving a series of thefts from art galleries in the beachfront city that employed him. The victims reported the same thing. They had arrived at their respective places of businesses one morning to find some of their most valuable paintings gone. There was never any sign of forced entry and no matter how sophisticated or complicated the alarm system was, it never went off!<\/span><\/p>\n

Jason figured that someone who had an understanding of fine art had to be at the bottom of the case so he decided to do a little undercover work. He attended every opening and show in the area until he found out where the pictures were being fenced.<\/span><\/p>\n

One night he went to the beachfront “Cunningham Gallery” where a new exhibition had just opened. He was wandering around with a glass of red wine in his hand when he spotted a beautiful, dark-haired woman at the other end of the gallery. She was absolutely stunning!<\/span><\/p>\n

Although only 5’2″ She had a full lush figure and an erect, arrogant posture which made Her appear much taller. She was dressed in a short, tight black dress which was cut low enough to display Her large, firm, ripe, gloriously tempting breasts.<\/span><\/p>\n

On Her beautiful wrists She wore several antique Gypsy bracelets which tinkled like bells when She moved her lovely arms. Around Her neck was a thin gold chain from which was suspended a multifaceted deep red ruby the size of a quarter. Usually he was not impressed by jewelry but this huge, perfectly cut ruby was displayed on Her smooth bare skin precisely between Her luscious, sexy, firm breasts. Her flawless skin was dark and smooth. It somehow radiated vibrant youth–so sexy–as She walked slowly toward him.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Oh my!” Jason thought to himself. “Is this vision of sexy feminine loveliness actually approaching little me?”<\/span><\/p>\n

Her glorious cold eyes, so deep and magnetic, seemed to draw him in, threatening to devour him, while Her full red lips seemed to curl up in a mocking smile that said, “Yes. I know I am the most beautiful woman you have ever seen but what could you ever do for Me but drool and get all excited, little boy?”<\/span><\/p>\n

Before he knew it She seated Herself close up to where he stood to admire a painting. Jason found himself settling down on the same bench.<\/span><\/p>\n

As they sat on one of the many uncomfortable benches placed among the art pieces they naturally slipped into a conversation since Jason had taken a space with barely an inch separating him from this Goddess.<\/span><\/p>\n

She introduced Herself as Magda Cunningham, the wife of the owner. He, in turn, revealed that he was looking for one particular painting that he had admired in another gallery that had unfortunately been stolen in a burglary. Magda breathed in slightly at the mention of the burglary but continued to speak to the detective.<\/span><\/p>\n

As She spoke She absently manipulated the chain so the ruby moved up and down, in and out of Her fabulous cleavage, sliding sexily on Her smooth flawless skin. At first Jason tried to ignore the jewel but the subtle flash of red light and the not-so-subtle depth drew his gaze again and again.<\/span><\/p>\n

Soon he stopped stealing looks at her breasts\u2026he just stared! The red stone seemed to cast a glow across Magda’s full, tempting breasts–just like the glow of the red wine, warm in his mind. Jason almost felt that he was floating. Magda’s voice had taken on a distant–warm–comforting timbre.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Can you see the center of the ruby, jason? If you look into it you can see the fire\u2026the light\u2026the glow\u2026in the center. And when you find its center you will be open to My voice and My power. No need to fight it\u2026no need to resist\u2026My Mother was a Gypsy Queen and gave the ruby to Me. She said it had the power to capture men’s minds. That’s true, isn’t it jason? Haven’t I captured your mind with the stone\u2026and My breasts\u2026and My voice?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Captured me\u2026.” He echoed.<\/span><\/p>\n

“I am Mistress Magda, your Mistress Magda\u2026your Mistress\u2026.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Mistress Magda then quickly recited a litany of facts to the fully-hypnotized detective that his subconscious mind had already absorbed in a jumbled, haphazard fashion–facts She knew in need of a more organized permanent way so they could not drift away to inaccessible regions of subconscious memory.<\/span><\/p>\n

“jason, you know you cannot resist the incredible beauty of My lovely face where you became attracted and were held completely captive by My beautifully bewitching, deeply penetrating eyes. Nor could you resist My magic Gypsy ruby jewel as it oscillated within the confines of My glorious cleavage between My luscious, firm, ripe breasts!<\/span><\/p>\n

“you realize now, more than ever, that you never want the spell that My many attributes weave over you to end–not until you have been totally absorbed and consumed by them! However, know that it is actually My magic, ever-scheming, all-powerful, all-knowing mind that uses these attributes as its arsenal of weapons to enslave you\u2026and many other males.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Henceforth jason, you shall gladly and eagerly obey My commands–no questions asked–when you are under My hypnotic spell. You are Mine!<\/i>“<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yes\u2026Mistress\u2026Magda\u2026,”he repeated while still sitting on the bench. As he did, art lovers were still passing to his right and left. he didn’t know how much time had passed\u2026nor did he care!<\/span><\/p>\n

“Good, my little pet\u2026I don’t have any more time for you now. I have customers to tend to but when I get up and walk away, you will awaken. you must return here at 11:00 tonight. The gallery will be closed but you shall walk in, I will leave the door open. We will talk more then, My pet. And you also must remember when I say, ‘you will do everything I command,’ you will fall back into this wonderful hypnotic state and again become Magda’s slave.”<\/span><\/p>\n

As She got up and walked away he at first nodded his agreement, then he shook his head as if waking from a dream. he had spilled his wine on the floor but he ignored it and left the gallery.<\/span><\/p>\n

Magda walked over to Her husband, bob cunningham, who nearly a year before had become her hypnotic slave, as well as Her husband. She commanded, “slave, you may circulate among the guests but make sure the gallery is closed by 10:30 and then go to your room and go to sleep in your own little bed. I will not need you any further tonight. By the way bob, leave the front door to the gallery open. I’m expecting a visitor.”<\/span><\/p>\n

After a year of submission, surrender and hypnotic servitude, he merely nodded his agreement to Her commands and gratefully followed Her instructions exactly.<\/span><\/p>\n

Magda languidly walked to a rear storage area humming a tune and returned, holding the stolen painting of which jason had spoken. She placed it on an empty easel.<\/span><\/p>\n

Detective mansfield was later driving around the neighborhood in his blue 4-door, 1985 Crown Victoria with two spotlights–and no hubcaps–confident that no one could tell he was a cop in spite of the forest of radio antennas on the trunk lid!<\/span><\/p>\n

Right about 11 p.m. he had an urge he could not shake to check out the Cunningham Gallery one more time before he went off duty.<\/span><\/p>\n

he was surprised when the door knob turned. he pushed open the heavy wooden door. “Had there been a burglary?” he thought to himself. he pulled his gun and moved quietly across the carpeted floor, seeking out the bench he had sat on earlier in the center of the gallery. As he turned the corner he was startled to see the stolen painting on display.<\/span><\/p>\n

And then\u2026he saw Her.<\/span><\/p>\n

Still in the sexy black dress, She was sitting on the very bench he was seeking where he had sat with this ravishing beauty earlier. She was sipping a glass of red wine as She smiled at him. It was almost as though She had expected him!<\/span><\/p>\n

“you will do everything I command, will you not?”<\/span><\/p>\n

As quickly as he heard the key to triggering his trance jason’s eyes became vacant and his face relaxed. In an emotionless voice he responded, “Yes Madame Magda, anything You command.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Then hand Me that horrible pistol. I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”<\/span><\/p>\n

Immediately he obeyed and gave his pistol to Madame Magda. She quickly removed the clip and removed the chambered round. She was obviously an expert with firearms.<\/span><\/p>\n

“This is the stolen painting, jason. I wanted you to see it. When I had you in a cooperative state a few hours ago you told Me that you were a cop and you told Me you wanted this painting back more than anything in the world. But I thought maybe I could change your mind. I shall change your mind now, My helpless little pet.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“You have changed my mind, Madame Magda. Thank You,” he replied.<\/span><\/p>\n

Magda got up and with one deft movement removed Her sexy black dress and threw it down next to the painting. She stood before him in only the briefest of black lace panties. Her full, lush, full-flowering breasts needed no extra help to remain maddeningly firm. She needed no screening teasing bra to heighten jason’s passion. Her skin was tantalizingly exotic and dark.<\/span><\/p>\n

Immediately jason was hard as a rock, standing at attention–perhaps the only part of his body not<\/i> in a hypnotic trance. It was reacting of its own volition, reacting to the sight of Magda’s indescribable and magnificently beautiful body.<\/span><\/p>\n

She noticed his condition and undid his fly to inspect his manhood. It was fully erect and reacted with obvious joyful appreciation. It was now Hers\u2026forever!<\/span><\/p>\n

“Do you want Me, jason?”<\/span><\/p>\n

jason replied with the obvious, “Y-y-yes! Oh yesss Madame Madga!”<\/span><\/p>\n

“How badly, my pet?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Very badly, Mistress. You are my divine Mistress. You own me!” he replied, confirming to Her satisfaction that he was now nothing but a slave to Her wishes. She smiled a wicked smile at the thought of Her easy conquest.<\/span><\/p>\n

As if to torture, She rubbed Her hands over Her own gorgeous body, slowly, sensuously as his manhood twitched, excited as it was by Her suggestive actions. he swayed toward Her, involuntarily.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Do you want to touch Me?” She whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n

In response he reached out to touch Her.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Don’t move!”<\/span><\/p>\n

he froze and–more and more–he became aroused by Her sensuality as She again softly rubbed Her fingernails along the length of his manliness.<\/span><\/p>\n

“If you want Me more than the painting you need only to fall to your knees to demonstrate how much you worship Me. You shall be Mine for as long as I desire. If you surrender you will help Me with My plans to become wealthy by stealing art. you will keep Me informed what is happening in the police department and you will, you lucky boy, be My<\/i> sex slave and My<\/i> toy.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“What do You want? Tell me,” he said. In the unhypnotized part of his brain he realized that he belonged to Her and that his life had changed forever\u2026he was now merely one of Her possessions. But, he also realized he wanted to be Her slave more than he wanted anything in his life.<\/span><\/p>\n

As a tear trickled down his cheek he whimpered, “i desperately need to surrender to You, Mistress.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“I can’t hear you, jason.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“i desperately need to surrender to You, Mistress!<\/i>” he screamed. “i desperately need to be Your slave. Please Mistress…please accept me as Your property!” he pleaded.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Good boy, jason…you know you will have to suffer to be My slave, don’t you?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yes, Mistress Magda. Anything for You. Anything You want…only please, please take me as Your slave, Your plaything, Your toy.” he spoke now in soft, very submissive tones.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Give Me your radio, slave boy,” She barked.<\/span><\/p>\n

Immediately he handed Her his walkie-talkie. She lewdly sucked on the rubber antenna, as if it were a nice, all-day sucker, thoroughly covering it with Her wet saliva.<\/span><\/p>\n

“Now, drop your drawers and present your ass to me.”<\/span><\/p>\n

As instructed, he slipped his trousers to the floor and pointed his butt toward his Mistress. She wiggled Her finger into his tight rear, then withdrew it. Then, with no warning, She thrust the radio antenna in–in and out, in and out–until he cried out in pain and submission.<\/span><\/p>\n

She stopped and gently turned him around and softly touched his face. “Look at me and love Me, jason,” She said.<\/span><\/p>\n

“i hear You Mistress,” he sobbed, “and i obey.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Now I think you should show Me proper respect by kneeling before Me.”<\/span><\/p>\n

The slave fell immediately to his knees.<\/span><\/p>\n

“And you see and know that I am a fabulously beautiful, infinitely deserving Female?”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Yes Mistress.”<\/span><\/p>\n

With that Madame Magda waved Her hand and a figure stepped in from the shadows of the gallery.<\/span><\/p>\n

“slave bob, this is our new partner, slave jason. he will protect us from police intervention while you steal paintings and other art work. I, of course, am in complete command and you two slaves will obey Me in every detail.”<\/span><\/p>\n

“Forever, Goddess…forever…,” they responded in unison…slaves both to the beauty and power of Mistress Magda.<\/span><\/p>\n

jason thought about his hypnotic subjugation…his surrender…his anal violation…and his tears. “If this if foreplay,” he thought, “i’m a dead man…but a very happy dead man!<\/i>“<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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