An Experiment Gone Right

Comment below if you want a prequel. This was initially supposed to be a much longer story, but I felt it worked better as a short story.

An Experiment Gone Right

Outside of a few close calls, yesterday was a huge success. Perhaps I got a little carried away for my first attempt, although, anyone provided my situation would certainly understand.

I had a pep in my step as I returned to the Martinez house. Excitement replaced yesterday's nerves. I had all sorts of new ideas for today and I couldn't wait to implement them.

Ralph met me at the front door. The family golden retriever, who typically greeted me with a bark or two before rolling over for a belly rub, ignored my pets and drew my attention around the corner to the living room.

The lonely silence of an unoccupied home from yesterday was gone. Replacing that silence were the sounds of a panicked Mrs. Martinez calling for help.

I cautiously peered around the corner to where I had left my friend Jimmy's sexy 44-year-old divorced mother. Clawing at the padlocked door of her dog's wire crate with her perfectly manicured burgundy fingernails was Mrs. Martinez.

My heart sank. She had broken free of my hypnosis. If she remembered anything from our erotic first day, I was in deep shit.

The curvy Latina was still completely naked with her dog Ralph's collar fastened around her neck. Her long braided black pigtails remained from yesterday. As I would later find out, the butt plug I inserted into her thick round ass was right where I left it as well.

"Oh thank god! Mark! Please, you have to help me!"

Mrs. Martinez's head pressed against the top of the cage as she clumsily lifted to her knees. With her arms free, she tried her best to protect her naturally heavy breasts from the eyes of her son's best friend. She pleaded for my help as if she had no memory of what happened yesterday. After all, I was the one who put her in there.

"Oh my god Mrs. Martinez! What's going on? How did you get in there?"

Her eyes darted around the floor of the crate as she failed to come up with an answer. She fearfully gazed up at me before conceding the truth.

"I...I...I don't know! Someone must have...would you just please get me out of here?"

Relief came over me. She didn't remember a thing from yesterday.

"Oh god alright...uh...Ralph, come here boy."

I needed to collect myself. Even if it was only for a moment. Any missteps and she could catch on to what I was up to. For now, at least, she thinks I'm just coming over to feed Jimmy's snake while he's away.

I did my best to contain an unmistakable grin while I tended to Ralph. I took great joy in promoting Ralph to the master bedroom while his owner was confined to the crate. The shame and embarrassment of Mrs. Martinez was tantalizing. With him situated, it was time to take advantage of it.

"Are you sure you don't remember what happened? You can trust me. I promise I won't tell anyone. Did you put yourself in there?"

The helpless Mrs. Martinez looked back at the floor. Her crossed arms pulled her chest in tighter. The truth was she didn't know. The suggestion that I walked in on her performing a shameful sex act deeply embarrassed her. She impatiently replied.

"Ugh! No...I...of course not! Look, that's not important right now. Just please let me out of the cage! It's humiliating!"

I wasn't ready to free her just yet. I thoroughly enjoyed watching this beautiful mature woman, uncovered, a neighborhood mom who watched me grow up from the time I was born, helplessly at my mercy.

"Ok, well, hypothetically, if you did lock yourself in there, do you know where you would have put the key?"

The more I shamed her for the predicament I put her in, the more flushed her face became. Her slender hands anxiously rubbed her shoulders while she maintained partial coverage of her breasts. Soon she would do anything to escape from this nightmare.

"Please, Mark! I know what this looks like, but you have to believe me! I promise I'm telling the truth! I don't know where the key is. Can't you think of anything else?"

The pride of Mrs. Martinez was evaporating quickly. Her words began to sound like those of a young girl caught red-handed. I was completely in control without the need for hypnosis. I continued to tease her.

"I guess I could call a locksmith. He could probably break the lock."

My words startled her back onto all fours. The uncomfortable position on her knees put significant pressure on her back and matching burgundy toenails. She wasn't strong enough to hold it for very long with the weight of her tits pulling her forward. Her jugs bounced as they dropped from her hands back into my line of sight. Mrs. Martinez grabbed for the cage door as she urgently rejected my fake idea.

"No! You can't! This needs to stay between us. No one else can ever find out about this. No one!"

Unfortunately for the unwitting mother, that was a promise I intended to keep. If I managed to pull this off, no one would ever find out about my plans for her. With Jimmy away visiting colleges for the next few days, she was mine.

"Please Mark, I'm so embarrassed. Can't you just look it up or something? You can figure this out, right?"

Yes, I could figure this out, however, I had a couple of things in store for her before then. The first of which was to see if she removed the plug from her butt. The wire cage kept her on display from all angles. While I had seen all of her embarrassing parts the day before, I started to get off on the idea of her catching me. At least while she was helplessly locked in the crate, I wanted to inflict as much humiliation as I could.

"Maybe there's a way to open the cage from this side?"

Mrs. Martinez desperately adjusted while she cried out.

"NO WAIT! DON'T LOOK!"

The small cage restricted the movement of her voluptuous body. Her unsuccessful attempts to shield her wide vulnerable rear with her small delicate hands resulted in a pleasant jiggle from each cheek as she helplessly bounced against the cage walls. Awaiting me between her two jiggling pillowy cheeks was the pink jeweled butt plug from yesterday.

"Ok, I'm sorry geez! You don't have to yell at me. I'm just trying to help you know? It's not like it's my fault you're in there."

Mrs. Martinez was mortified. Her penetrated butt hole and shaved pussy were presented to a young man only half her age on a silver platter. Any hopes she had of retaining her dignity went out the window.

"Whatever...just forget about it...ok? I just want to get out of here."

Over her shoulder, red-faced and disgruntled, she watched as I towered over her backside. Having her plugged butt exposed clearly bothered her. I kept the attention on her compromised bottom as a result.

"Ok...um...sorry, just to be sure though, that's not the key in your butt is it?"

An unforgettable look of disgust came over her face. Though she couldn't see it, Mrs. Martinez was very familiar with the feeling of the solid metal plug jammed deep inside of her. After all, she was the one who bought it. She and I both knew the key wasn't in there. The rhetorical question was simply one more way to shame her. She let out a big sigh before sarcastically replying.

"I don't think so, Mark. I don't think the key is in my ass...."

Unable to remove the plug from her hole or my lustful sight, she was forced to sit still, accept my patronizing comments about her lewd rear, and manage the pain of the large object slowly stretching out her rectum. Eventually, her humiliating moment got the best of her. She foolishly snapped back at me.

"Mark this isn't funny! Listen, you've had plenty of time to stare at me. I know how pathetic this is, but can you please start taking this seriously? I need to get out of here!"

I didn't appreciate her attitude. Whether she liked it or not, I was in charge. Yesterday I would've pulled her out and spanked her until she understood her place. Without her hypnotized, I had to stick to mental warfare.

"Look, Mrs. Martinez, this is all kind of creeping me out. I get this is probably some weird thing you're into, but I don't know how to help you. I'm just gonna go and try to pretend this never happened. I'll FaceTime Jimmy and see if he has any ideas or maybe Mr. Martinez. Maybe one of them can have another neighbor come by? I don't know. Eventually, someone will come get you, right?"

The reality of Mrs. Martinez's horrifying predicament set in. Her son's 18-year-old friend was her only hope if she wanted to be freed from this perverse encounter. Sadly for her, I had no intention of doing so.

"NO! Please! Please! Please! You can't leave me here!"

The thought of me leaving was enough to scare her to tears. Her moist puppy eyes perfectly accented her collar and stiff uncovered nipples. I turned my back to her and listened to her desperately squirm inside the crate. Obviously, I was never going to leave. I was having too much fun.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude. I'm just very embarrassed and scared right now. I'll do whatever you want ok? Just please don't leave me like this!"

Left with no other choice, the submissive Latina surrendered to me. Little did she know I was the last person she wanted to see. Playtime was over. It was time to get back to work.

"Fine. Do you promise to cooperate? I really just want to get this over with."

Mrs. Martinez excitedly replied.

"Yes! Yes of course! I promise I'll do whatever you say."

Her obedience was all I needed. I prepared the vector footage on my phone. It was time to find out if yesterday was just me getting lucky or the awakening of a special power.

"Ok, can you look at this video? This may help."

The vector was simply a trigger at this point. I laid the foundational layer yesterday. As soon as she looked at it, she would fall under my control. At least that's what happened yesterday. If it didn't work, well, I didn't really think that far ahead.

"Mark, what is this? I don't get how thi...."

I cut her off.

"When I snap my fingers, your words will turn into barks."

*SNAP*

"Wait a minute! What? Whaff...woof...woof...Ruff! RUFF!"

Success! Mrs. Martinez let out a fury of rebellious barks. Her futile yips were her only way to fight back against her inevitable enslavement.

"Good girl! Now, once I free you from your crate, you will act like a dog. Dogs crawl on all fours, dogs don't speak, and dogs follow their master at all times."

"You will forget everything that happened after you saw the vector on my phone. When you wake up, your last memory will be me finding you in the crate."

I didn't want her to forget about the humiliation ritual I put her through this morning. Even if her enslavement only lasts for a few days, I want her to relive that memory every time she sees me for the rest of her life. Besides, she would never find out I put her in there. For all she knows, I was the one who saved her.

I grabbed the key from my back pocket and unlocked the crate. With her reluctant eyes glued to me and her udders swaying, she squeezed her wide hips out of the cage and followed behind me.

My first order of business was to feed Ralph with his owner now out of commission. I filled his bowl with the dog food from the pantry and let him have at it.

Mrs. Martinez kneeled at my side as she watched Ralph fill his stomach. Her flat belly growled while she patiently waited for him to finish. Looking down at the pitiful spellbound mother, I could tell she was hungry.

While she was still in puppy form, I figured I would kill two birds with one stone. After forcing her to shamefully beg for a helping of dry dog food. I refilled Ralph's dirty bowl and ordered her to eat it. Mrs. Martinez didn't hesitate. She pushed her fat plugged ass sky-high and cleaned the bowl.

With both pets fed, it was time to put Mrs. Martinez back to work. Between last night and this morning, I had my fill of treating her like a dog. While she made for a loyal little bitch, there were far more important matters for her to tend to.

My sexy Latina servant performed all sorts of tasks ranging from cooking me food to acting as my footstool.

In addition to keeping her fully naked for extended periods of time, I played around with a variety of embarrassing outfits. Ultimately, I had her keep the collar on at all times. To me, it was the best physical representation of her ownership.

I took full advantage of her body while it belonged to me. I played with her boobs, provided plenty of slaps to her big round ass, and used her mouth to my liking.

The butt plug wasn't the only device I used to violate my helpless slave. The lonely divorcee had plenty of other sex toys for me to experiment with.

I photographed her in an abundant amount of revealing slave positions. This relationship couldn't last forever, but I would forever cherish it with these humiliating pictures.

I don't know what I'll do when Jimmy returns. I am not sure I can say goodbye to this luxury. Oh well, I'll have plenty of time to think it over while she's sucking my dick for the next couple of days.