Mind fucking Hayden Panettiere - Sex Stories

Mind fucking Hayden Panettiere

... Dropping her purse to the floor, he ordered his slave to remove her sandals and give those to him also, which she did. “Now Hayden, I have to go now,” he said. “I want you to slowly count to one hundred, and when you’re finished your mind will be your own again. You will not recall what has just happened. Understood?” “Yes Master,” she nodded and began to count. Her master left her there still kneeling on the floor of the stall; before he left he dropped a DVD into her lingerie store bag. A few minutes later Hayden Panettiere regained total consciousness of her surroundings. She realized she was in a restroom, but couldn’t remember entering it. She was on her knees, had a strange taste in her mouth, and her throat ached a bit. Why was she having these blackouts, she wondered. Had she thrown up? That might have explained the taste in her mouth and the pain in her throat. And where the hell were her shoes? She was barefoot in a public restroom. She remembered commenting once in an interview how she’d never walk into a public restroom with no shoes. The very idea creeped her out a little and made her feel dirty. Her shopping bags were with her. She pulled out the high heels she had purchased earlier and slipped them on her feet. Wherever she was, and whatever the reason for her strange losses of memory over the past day, she decided it was just time to go back to the hotel. She stood up and left the stall. She splashed a bit of water on her face at one of the sinks, and cupped ...

... her hands to take a sip of water and rinse the taste from her mouth. After drying her face, she exited the restroom and realized she was still in the restaurant where she had eaten lunch. She found her server and asked for the check, which he told her not to worry about as someone had already paid for it. It must’ve been some fan, she thought, occasionally one offered to do that sort of thing if they recognized her out in public. She didn’t usually take anyone up on the offer, but was somewhat relieved this time when she realized her wallet wasn’t in her purse. She figured she must’ve left it at one of the stores earlier. She left the restaurant feeling puzzled as to what was going on with her. She stood on the street, realizing that with no way of paying for a cab, she’d have to walk several blocks through New York City in high heels just to get back to her hotel. Whatever, she shrugged. She’d call the stores she had been to and see if they had found her wallet once she got back to her suite. It took Hayden Panettiere over an hour to walk back to her hotel. By the time she made it into the hotel lobby, her feet hurt like hell. This was definitely not the way she had imagined breaking in a new pair of high heels. She looked through her purse for her room key. Great, she had somehow managed to lose that as well. What was going on with her head, she wondered. She was never this irresponsible and forgetful. She made her way to the front desk and got an extra room key. By the time ...