081. Shopping with Master! "It's Not That Great," She Says While Buying Everything – Hypnosis Roleplay Nightcap
"Sylvia, you sure you're really okay? Nothing weird? No pain?"
"I'm fine, I told you. My slave thinks this girl's body is too fragile. Anyway, let's hurry and look around. The school trip's only three days long."
After leaving Bella's Workshop, I kept persistently checking on her condition. Sylvia didn't find my fussing annoying and reassured me instead.
Limb Severance Device.... It didn't actually cut anything off—just stored her limbs in subspace for a bit—but it was still bizarre how much lighter she felt. Worth every penny, I guess. Even after I'd worked her petite, already lightweight body to the bone in that limbless state, Sylvia looked perfectly fine. I checked her over multiple times out of worry. She said the only difference from before was the loss of sensation and the mana drain—nothing else. Thanks to her patiently telling me not to worry, over and over without complaint, I finally calmed down.
Deep in Witch City's B District, Sylvia and I wandered in search of special magic tools. They had to suit her masochistic tastes—rare, high-end stuff you wouldn't find just anywhere. Not quite on the level of the Limb Severance Device, but close....
But was the first one just that good? Everything here was pervy enough, sure, but nothing that made Sylvia's eyes light up on sight.
"This one's called Slave Gloves. Put 'em on your slave and have him rub your belly. The shivers are amazing~"
"I'll take it."
"Tired of your slave hesitating because your heels leave marks or get filthy? But with my Fluffy Clean Shoe Polish, it's zero dirt! Zero footprints! Just a faint imprint~"
"I'll take it."
"This baby's a game-changer—insert into the urethra, fill the bladder with fluid, and lock it! Combines an injector and plug into one revolutionary device!! Catheter & Lock!!"
"I'll take it."
And yet, she was throwing money around like crazy, scooping every last one into her subspace pocket.
"Sigh... Nothing as good as I hoped."
"...Really? You seem like you're having fun."
"That's 'cause I'm with you, duh. What noble wouldn't enjoy strolling around with her slave? I'm just disappointed these magic tools aren't as impressive as I imagined."
"You're buying everything they show you without skipping a beat..."
"Th-that's just 'cause you can't get this stuff anywhere else! Souvenirs since we're here!"
"Jeez, my dishonest master. Fine, whatever you say."
"I am disappointed, for real!"
She raised our linked hands, rubbing her cheek against them with a pouty glare. Guess she really was. What to do? If there was nothing left in B District, maybe head straight to C? But it was getting late. Better find a place to crash and hit it tomorrow.
This "school trip" was way freer than I expected—no groups, no assigned lodging since we were all nobles. Guess having slaves made it easy...? Pretty much just traveling together at the start and end.
"Don't be disappointed. We've still got places to check. Let's scout a spot to rest for tonight and do C District tomorrow?"
"Gulp... R-rest...?"
Aigoo. Why's her face suddenly flushing like that? My naughty master, always thinking dirty.
"What is it with you, Master?"
"D-during the trip, they probably hypnotized us to stay out of restricted zones... so the effect must still be on..."
Sylvia mumbled to herself, face beet red, then cautiously let go of my hand. She crossed her arms, struck a haughty pose with legs crossed—and her face stayed all embarrassed and shy.
She declared to me:
"From now until the inn, we're doing roleplay."
"Roleplay?"
"Remember that literature class? The plot of The Man Who Hypnotizes and Dominates Women?"
"Oh yeah, I remember that."
Sylvia's a genius—she can follow lessons no matter the distraction. Even when I'm toying with her pussy and chatting idly. Like she has multiple brains or something. Anyway, The Man Who Hypnotizes and Dominates Women came up while I was using both hands on her clit and folds at once.
"It was about a hypnotist in a world where men and women's sexual roles are reversed, right?"
"Yep. A pure literary classic that inspired tons of later works—practically the mother of the genre."
"When I tried checking it out at the library, you said the buildup was too long and recommended something else. So I only know the plot."
"Knowing the plot's enough. Lucky. You're the hypnotist. I'll be the heroine he dominates."
Right—the story of a mana-less commoner guy using a special technique, fingersnap, to hypnotize a witch heroine and steal control of her body? No mana meant he couldn't touch her mind, so he conquers her heart through sex. Hypnotist as a pervy everyman, heroine as a haughty noble virgin uninterested in smut... Witches would eat it up.
I recalled the plot and looked back at Sylvia. She held her arrogant pose, eyes sparkling with anticipation.
'Already geared up, huh, you perv master.'
Hot scenario for me too. And as her slave who wants her happy? No reason to refuse.
Only knew the plot, so I winged the protagonist's personality—made him a cocky asshole.
"Hey, you there, wench. Yeah, you. Look over here."
"...H-huh? Wh-what, commoner? Y-you lowly scum dare call me?"
"C'mon, Sylvia, get into it."
"Ahem! You gotta say 'starting now' first! Not just out of nowhere. Redo!"
"Got it, redo?"
Soon Sylvia nailed the haughty noble without stumbling. I snapped my fingers at her sassy retort—and hijacked her body using the real hypnosis spell still on her.
"Urk! What the—? Why can't I move!?"
Damn, embarrassing. Good thing no one's watching.
"Kuhuhu, you're mine now!"
"Don't make me laugh. Pathetic commoner—whatever you did, you think it'll stick? Release me now, and I'll spare your life."
"Shut up and follow. Link arms with me."
"Kuh... such humiliation♡"
'Don't smile there. Ahem. Can't do this all day—letting it slide.'
Sylvia awkwardly suppressed a grin and linked arms. I led her into what looked like an inn.
It was unmanned, just like the pamphlet said. Witches are busy with research and slave play; commoners rarely enter the city, so automated. But that's not the point.
"Eee♡ Why'd you bring me here? What do you want?"
"What else do a man and woman do at an inn besides fuck? Heh."
"N-nooo♡"
Inserted the fee into the counter's magic tool—out popped a room key. Not a normal key; definitely magic. Found the room number, headed upstairs, touched the door—it opened. Earth has these too, so no biggie.
Priority: soothe my horny master. Led her expression-managing ass inside, shut the door. Unlinked arms, left her standing, plopped on the bed alone.
Using hypnosis on her mock-glaring face, I commanded:
"Sil... 'Wench, from now on, always use formal speech with me.'"
Sylvia's lips twitched. Testing it out, she replied:
"Hah! Why should I? Don't make me laugh! Ah!?"
Real formal speech hit; she blushed, thrilled, but strained to keep an angry face. I kept issuing forceful commands she'd love, via hypnosis.
"'Strip naked, crawl on all fours to me.'"
"Eek... You insolent commoner. Wanna die? Stop this now!"
Biting her lower lip to fight the lewd look, she stripped, assumed all-fours, silver hair cascading as she crawled over.
"Pathetic sight. How's it feel?"
"Hmph! You asking 'cause you don't know? Someone like you couldn't survive one of my attack spells. Let me go if you don't wanna hurt."
"Nah. 'Stand, spread your pussy wide for a good show.'"
"Urgh...! You insolent commoner..."
Grinding her teeth, she obscenely spread her legs, thrust her hips forward, pried open her tight slit to bare the pink within.
"What's this sticky goo? Slutty bitch."
"Who's slutty!? Cancel it now!"
"Quiet. 'Repeat after me nicely: I am a slutty bitch in heat.'"
"Nngh... I am... a slutty bitch in heat...!"
"Dogs need collars, right? Here's a gift."
Pulled the dog collar I'd gifted her before from her subspace pocket. Stood behind her—still spreading and showing.
"Hnn... What're you gonna do...?"
'Don't smirk like that, Master.'
Gathered her silver locks in one hand, fastened the collar, clipped the leash. Tugged toward me—she held perfect "spread and show" pose in place.
"Hrngk...♡"
Splurt!Squiiirt—!
'Ah. Can't help orgasming, huh.'
No matter how hard she acted, pussy climaxes don't fake. Her maso instincts triggered, squirting in the moment—totally natural.
"Wh-what was that? You did something weird to me! You bastard!"
'...Oh, playing it like that.'
My pervy master wanted me to buy her "lame pussy came" as the virgin heroine's first orgasm.
"Never cum before?"
"Cum...? That zap and squirt was a cum?"
My master asked seriously, still yanking her pussy lips wide, folds gaping.
"Yeah. Touch yourself thinking dirty thoughts, you cum and feel good."
"Liar! Never heard of that."
"I'm lying? So it didn't feel good?"
"Th-that... You messed up my body, obviously. No way something this humiliating feels good!"
"Nah, that's 'cause you're a perverted slut."
"What!?"
"Normal girls don't cum in embarrassing spots like this. Surprised me too. But cums are real."
"D-don't treat me like an idiot! I'm a great slutty bitch in heat on a way higher level than you—how wouldn't I know about cums!? You did something shady!"
She tried self-labeling but mixed "bitch in heat" command with formal speech—weird result. Yelling it naked, collared, pussy spread with nectar stringing like webs? I nearly cracked up.
Wait, I was supposed to be sleazy. Laughing's fine.
"Kuku... Fine, I'll play with your pussy, fuck it with my dick, shoot cum—judge for yourself."
"Hmph! Bring it! But cum? What's that?"
What kinda concept even is this. Ignored her, said:
"Bet on it. Admit it feels good, become my loyal slave. You won't lie to dodge losing, right?"
Hearing that, nectar drooled from her thrust-out, spread pussy.
"I-I'm a great slutty bitch in heat, way above you! I have pride. No lies!"
"Good. Never knew cums, so obviously no sex knowledge. Time to teach this slutty bitch how to fuck. 'Lie on the bed, legs up over your head, hold 'em yourself.'"
Sylvia assumed the lewd pose instantly.
"Nngh. Such a humiliating position..."
'Lip twitching kinda kills the sincerity.'
Anyone'd get rock hard seeing that. Lied about the pose name to teach her. Roleplay, after all.
"That's standard mating pose. You not knowing cums just means you're clueless there—not that I invent fakes."
"...Maybe you're right."
"Admitting already?"
"But! No way a great slutty bitch in heat like me gets off on humiliation. You did something shady. Try it—won't get my admission!!"
—After that, we fucked like animals. Sylvia, moaning "Nngiiiit!" as she admitted defeat and submitted as a slave, looked adorable flashing an innocent grin before sleep, whispering it was the best.