Brittany Part 2

“Daddy, no!” Brittany cried. “Time out, Daddy!”

Mr. Mctrust froze. Brittany smiled; her daddy’s trigger phrase had worked like magic, just as it always did.

“Can you hear me, Daddy?”

“Yes, Brittany,” Phil Mctrust said meekly.

“Let go of him, Daddy,” Brittany commanded her father. He obeyed, and let his menacing fist drop as well. He stood silent, head drooping.

“Listen to Brittany, Daddy,” Brittany went on. “Nothing bad is happening here.”

“Nothing bad is . . . happening here. . . .”

Brittany rummaged through her bedside table and brought out a little bell. She rang it once and said, “Go back and watch TV, Daddy. Forget you came in here. Forget what happened in here. Watch TV, and relax. Don’t pay attention to any sounds you hear coming from Brittany’s room, except,” another little ring, “this bell. Do you understand what Brittany wants, Daddy?”

“Yes, Brittany,” Phil said calmly. “Go back and watch TV. Forget I came . . . in here. Forget what happened . . . in here. Watch TV and . . . relax. Don’t pay attention to anything I hear . . . from your room . . . except the bell.”

“When you hear the bell, it means Brittany wants you to come play butler. You will come to Brittany’s room and play butler for Brittany and her friend when you hear the bell.”

“Yes, Brittany,” Phil agreed. “Play butler . . . for Brittany and her friend . . . when I hear the bell.”

“Good, Daddy.” Brittany waved a hand toward the door. “Go ‘way now and watch TV, Daddy.”

Silently, Phil Mctrust obeyed, gently shutting the door behind him. In a minute or so, Brittany heard the faint sounds of the television in the living room.

She smiled. She enjoyed controlling her daddy. He’d been one of the first people she’d tried out the pendant on, after she’d gotten interested in hypnosis, and he’d turned out to be a very good subject. It helped that he’d always trusted her. She had a lot of fun with him, especially the times she put him under and made him think she was Mommy. He didn’t remember any of it, of course. That was part of the fun, knowing her control was a secret.
Carl was still standing there, blank-eyed, waiting for his next command. She addressed him: “Carl, do you still want to have sex with Brittany?”

“Yes, Brittany,” her mindless guest said.

“Goody!” Brittany clapped her hands. “Take your clothes off, Carl.”

“Yes, Brittany.” The boy obeyed, a silly smile spreading over his face. Watching, Brittany felt herself heating up. Carl was nicely muscled and handsome, and now rigidly erect, his engorged dick sticking out at a right angle to his body. “Perfect,” she breathed, “just perfect.” She hurried out of her own clothes.

Soon, the two of them were on Brittany’s big, soft bed and writhing together, Carl’s hips bucking strongly as he thrust into Brittany, Brittany’s thighs clamping him firmly in place. As Carl pounded away, she pulled his face into her breasts, reinforcing the hypnotic fantasy she’d woven. To him, it was as if he were still tiny Carl, buried in gigantic masses of bosom and pumping into them, and he blabbered incoherently as he came again and again. Brittany drove her hypnotized steed relentlessly, and his body responded in total submission to her will. A small teddy bear which had been propped on Brittany’s pillows fell off unnoticed as she and Carl thrashed in ecstasy. Finally, tired out, Brittany stopped Carl, rolling him away to lie beside her on the rumpled bedsheets and crooning, “Rest now, Carl.” He obeyed, sighing, closing his eyes contentedly and relaxing into a sated torpor. Smiling, Brittany basked for a while in the afterglow. At last she roused herself and rang her bell.

Shortly, Phil Mctrust appeared. He’d changed clothes, putting on black trousers and jacket, white shirt, black vest and bow tie. This wasn’t the first time Brittany had had her daddy play butler, and he had a costume all ready, though he didn’t remember buying it and never noticed it in his closet until Brittany gave the right suggestion.

“Yes, ma’am?” he asked.

“Get Carl and me some sandwiches and soda,” she ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.” Completely immersed in his butler role, Mr. Mctrust turned and marched stiffly away. A little while later he returned with a wheeled tray holding several big sandwiches and a couple of cans of Coke. Brittany had him park it next to her bed, then sent him away with the instructions, “You’re tired, Daddy. Put the butler suit away and go to bed. Go to sleep until morning and forget all about playing the butler game. Brittany will see her daddy in the morning.”

“Yes, Brittany,” Phil said, already beginning to shed the butler fantasy as he turned to leave.

Brittany ate ravenously and gulped her soda, then fed Carl, propping his head up with one slender arm and bringing the food to his mouth. He ate and drank mechanically until everything was gone.

Finally Brittany addressed her hypnotized boy toy again.

“Brittany’s going to send you home soon, Carl,” she told him. “When Brittany does, you will not remember coming over here. You will not remember what happened here. Do you understand, Carl?”
“Yes, Brittany,” Carl murmured. “You’re going to send me home soon. I will not remember coming . . . over here. Not remember . . . what happened here.”

“Good boy, Carl,” Brittany praised him. She pulled the pendant out and held it before Carl’s face; his eyes widened and locked on immediately. “The memory of what happened here will stay here with Brittany’s magic stone, the magic stone which holds your soul safe for Brittany. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Brittany.”

“When you go home, you will act and speak as you always do. You will think everything is just the same. Even though your mind is here with Brittany’s magic stone, it will seem as if you are thinking just the same as always. But if you ever hear Brittany say the words ‘Brittany’s magic stone,’ you will do whatever Brittany says after that. And if Brittany ever shows you her magic stone, you will do whatever Brittany says. Because Brittany’s magic stone holds your mind and soul now, and you must do as Brittany says. Your body is just a robot, and must do as Brittany says, because Brittany’s magic stone holds your mind and soul now. That’s true, isn’t it, Carl?”

“Yes, Brittany,” Carl answered. “Brittany’s magic stone holds my mind and soul. I must do as Brittany says if Brittany says, ‘Brittany’s magic stone’ or shows me her magic stone. My body is a robot which must do as Brittany says.”
“Very good, Carl,” Brittany said again. “And when you go home tonight, what will happen?”

“I will forget coming here. I will forget what . . . happened here. I will act and speak as . . . I always do, unless you say, ‘Brittany’s magic stone’ or . . . show me the stone. I will think I am thinking just the same . . . as always . . . unless Brittany says ‘Brittany’s magic stone’ or . . . shows me the stone.”

“And if Brittany does one of those things, what will you do?”

“I will do . . . whatever you say after that.”

Satisfied, Brittany said, “Very good, Carl. Get dressed now.”

“Yes, Brittany.” Moving like a sleepwalker, Carl dressed himself, then stood waiting.

“It’s time to go home, Carl,” she told him. “Daddy’s taken care of, so Brittany will take you out the front door.” She giggled. “Brittany wouldn’t want you to fall, climbing back out the window.”

The sexy young hypnotist steered her deeply entranced subject out through her bedroom door, down the hall, down to the first floor and then out the front door. Smiling, she watched as he walked over to his house and went inside.
Brittany laughed softly. Carl had been such fun!

She pursed her lips thoughtfully. She’d spent a long time here at home since Daddy took her out of school. She’d been happy to do it, because the other kids had been mean to her before. But maybe it was time to go out and meet people again. Maybe she could get Carl to take her places. And if anyone was mean to her now, she bet she could find ways to get even.

She’d have to talk it over with Daddy, of course. But somehow, she didn’t think he’d say no to her.

Carl blinked and yawned. He looked at the clock in his family’s front hall and swore. Where the hell had the evening gone? He’d been planning to pay weird-girl Brittany a visit tonight, but now it was too late. He felt too tired, anyway.
Maybe tomorrow, he thought. Yes, tomorrow was soon enough to show Brittany Mctrust how a real man took charge.