The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Hi Gillie! Do you wanna help me pick out an outfit for my date tonight!?” It was the kind of voice that should’ve grated on my nerves, and the kind of request that should’ve earned short shrift from me. But instead I found myself blurting:

“Yeah sure, Stacy! That would be awesome!” And I was even putting exclamation marks at the end of every sentence, just like her. I had literally NO self-respect when it came to Stacy, to the point where I was even using the word ‘literally’ inappropriately.

“Cool! Come on up to the bedsit with me!” And with that she bounded out of the common room like a Tazmanian devil on amphetamines. I watched her go, in no way wondering how someone so clearly manic could be a brilliant psychology major. But Stacy was also very bright, so it wasn’t THAT surprising that she was acing her course.

She was also exceptionally beautiful, and about as bashful as a stripper. By the time I caught up with her, inside our shared bedsit at college, she’d already all but ripped off her blouse and shorts, leaving her in just a pair of very tight white hipster panties and a matching bra. Stacy wasn’t hugely voluptuous, but she was most definitely a woman, and her smooth, athletic, body was EXACTLY my type.

“What about this!?” she asked, pulling on an extremely minimalist black strapless blouse with a white star on the front. Her bra was visible above and below the tiny top, which was tied only loosely at the back.

“You look ridiculous in that!” I giggled, settling myself on her bed, which was made for once. Usually it looked as if Stacy had thrown the sheets off in all directions. In fact, her whole side of the room was unusually tidy, matching my side, which bore the hallmarks of my typical borderline obsessive-compulsive approach to neatness.

“What do you mean?” she demanded, turning and examining herself in the floor length mirror next to my bed, just three yards from where I sat, “What’s wrong with it?” I didn’t answer. My eyes couldn’t help but lock on to that terrific tush of hers. Her panties were a smooth, bright, white, opaque material, but were so tight I needed little imagination to picture what was underneath. And, as she wrestled with her top, it made her taut bubble butt jiggle from side to side.

“…what you mean! I should try it without the bra!” I’d missed the first part of the sentence, lost in the sight of Stacy’s amazing ass. My body was much softer and curvier than hers, although I knew I could turn heads if I dressed to enhance this fact, something I’d started doing a lot more of since the two of us started living together, thrown together by lottery as college freshmen.

“Don’t you agree?” she asked, looking at me in the mirror. I just about managed to contain my urge to blush. Being a natural redhead gave me porcelain skin that seemed to turn crimson at just the hint of a naughty thought. And suspecting that Stacy had just caught me staring at her bubble butt was VERY naughty. Fortunately, despite being a student of psychology, Stacy hadn’t seemed to cotton on to the fact that I was gay, or that she was EXACTLY my type, the kind of sporty, slim, athletic girl I’d always yearned to be.

“Err, yeah, sure…” I stammered, to which Stacy, without a moment’s hesitation, yanked off the top and removed her bra. I couldn’t help but gape at her reflection, as her naked breasts were paraded before me, tantalisingly close. She may have been slim but there was a whole woman full of chest there, with small, dark, pointed, almost erect nipples that stood proud from her breasts in a way I REALLY wanted to see up close.

“There we go!” she giggled, putting the black top back on, “MUCH better!” Well, if by ‘better’ you meant ‘no bra visible’ that statement was true. But Stacy’s black top could barely stretch down to cover her chest and the bottom of her breasts were extremely visible, as were the twin points of her hard nipples. I couldn’t stop myself from staring.

“What is this?” I wondered aloud, scarcely realising I was speaking, “Halloween!?” I resorted to humour to cover my shock at what I was seeing, and my arousal.

“Hah!” she laughed, “You have NO IDEA what I’ve got planned for Halloween! No. This is for a date tonight, with a very special someone.”

“Oh really?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment, “Who?” The two of us had been living together for four weeks, thrown into the same bedsit by chance. But we’d become close friends almost immediately, with me very much the beta female to her alpha. And, through her, I’d had a lot of fun and met lots of new people.

Which was amazing, as I’d always been super awkward when it came to making new acquaintances. But, through Stacy, I’d really blossomed from the awkward, closeted lesbian I’d been at school to become really quite sociable, albeit still unofficially gay, at college at least. So the thought that she might be on a date that night, and would presumably be meeting someone she’d want to spend time with other than me, was a bit of a blow.

It was also a little odd. Stacy flirted outrageously with EVERYONE, and she got ALL SORTS of attention in return. Man, woman, boy, girl, tall, short, skinny, plump, black, white, and everything in between. But she’d never brought anyone back to our bedsit. And she’d not been on a date in the month that I’d known her.

“Someone on my course,” she said, in response to my question, “I met them during the practical session today.” She seemed satisfied with her top and I couldn’t help but imagine that whoever that person was, they’d be getting an eyeful from minute one! They’d have no doubt whatsoever that Stacy was into them.

“Hmmm,” she added, “This works. But it just needs… What do you think?” Some actual clothes, I thought but didn’t say. Besides, Stacy was super-hot in her current outfit. Sure she’d likely be arrested rather than allowed in to any public place, but that was not my concern. I was struggling not to drool at the sight of my gorgeous, sexy flatmate’s beautiful, tight body, being paraded before me like this. Especially her bubble butt. Stacy almost seemed to be shoving that particular bit of her right in my face!

“Hello? Earth to Gillian?” Oh god! I’d been so caught up with staring at her amazing ass I’d completely missed what she’d said.

“Err, yeah?” I stammered, the blush coming on strong.

“What do you think I should wear with this?” she asked, peering at me in the mirror’s reflection, and there was just a ghost of a knowing smile to her face.

“A skirt?” I ventured, “If you’re happy with the top.”

“Oh I’m VERY happy with the top!” she giggled, rearranging her breasts again and admiring the results as I stared in rapt attention at her chest, “But I’m not sure a skirt has quite the WOW factor I’m looking for. Unless…”

“Unless what?” Stacy had darted to her wardrobe, the mirror of the one in my room. She bent over as she opened it, digging around in the lower most draw and giving me an exceptionally arousing look at her bubble butt, bouncing from side to side as she searched.

“Ah hah!” she exclaimed, standing up proudly and turning towards me, “Perfect!” She took a step towards me and, for a heady second, I thought she was about to walk her pussy right into my face. I wouldn’t have minded that at all. There was just a whisper in the back of my mind that Stacy knew EXACTLY how I felt about her and liked ME too. That this madly erotic show, for me at least, was her way of testing my feelings for her.

But that was just crazy. Stacy was amazing. A showstopper. One of those annoyingly beautiful girls who barely wore makeup and didn’t even need five minutes to sort out her long, wavy brown hair in the morning. Tall, slim, curvy, athletic, with all-over tanned skin (I think she’d mentioned that her mum was Native American), high, angular cheekbones, big brown eyes, and a semi-permanent mischievous grin that told everyone ‘It doesn’t take anything to be my friend except to act friendly to me.’ She was everything I wasn’t…

Whereas she could leap out of bed and be ready to leave in five minutes, I had to shower, then dry and straighten the tangles of my gingery red hair for what felt like hours before I was ready to start the day. True I didn’t need much make up, but my fair skin burned if the sun so much as glanced at it, though it was otherwise pretty much blemish free except for a light dusting of freckles that even I had to admit I was pretty in a redheaded kind of way.

Except my body was always a little too big for my liking. So I took pains to cover it up, from my ‘wonderful’ boobs that Stacy was forever complimenting me on and insisting I should ‘allow to run free’ a little more, to my not exactly toned tummy, to my curvy bottom, to my short, stubby legs… ok, short, but adequately slim legs…

I never felt comfortable showing off much of myself, even after many years of relentless dieting and exercise to try and give me a body rather like Stacy’s natural shape. But that wasn’t to be, and it was difficult to dress in a way I was comfortable with in those circumstances, especially after Stacy, plus some of my other new friends from College, had essentially forced me to ditch my ‘frumpier’ clothes (their word).

So I took great pains to dress nicely but conservatively, making sure my hair and makeup were done well and that I was always presentable. Stacy would tease me that I looked like I was about to give a lecture, but she’d always compliment me on my style, even as she complained endlessly at how long it took me to get ready in the evening. Not the mornings… I was always awake WAY before her to allow myself adequate time to prepare.

“These will do nicely,” purred Stacy, breaking through my reverie. She did indeed step towards me, her pussy, barely hidden beneath her panties, just a yard from my face as she put her left foot onto the bed and stared to thread some white fishnet stockings over her leg. I was almost paralysed. Ever since I hit puberty I’d had a ‘thing’ about fishnet stockings, especially white, large spaced fishnet stockings like these ones!

There was something about them that spoke to me, and it probably had something to do with the day, aged 15, I dropped my pencil in class and, when I bent over to pick it up, found myself staring up the skirt of Andrea Jones at the desk behind me. I only looked for a moment but, seeing those fishnets leading up to the lacy white panties of the most beautiful, and popular, girl in my class, did something to me and, from that moment, I’d known I was gay.

Not that it came as a major surprise. I’d been wondering about it for a long while up to that point, how the hot and heavy dreams I had always involved other girls and, even more oddly, a lot of being tied down, or otherwise unable to move as they did things to me, my arms pinned in place as I submitted to their lesbian skills, ultimately surrendering completely, by which point my arms were miraculously free. But that was the moment it became Official, as it were, in my mind at least, though I’d only come out officially to my family, and a very limited number of friends, a few weeks before heading to college.

So watching Stacy, who really was my dream girl, putting on EXACTLY that type of stocking, ever so SLOWLY, one leg at a time, while her near naked body was paraded just two feet away from me… Well that made me all hot and bothered! She didn’t look at me at all as she did it, and that gave me the chance to savour every second. God if she HAD looked I would’ve blushed more than I’d ever done before, even more than when Amanda Nichols invited me back to hers when we were 17 and took off all her clothes once we got to her bedroom.

“What do you think?” Stacy asked, retaking her position in front of the mirror, her amazing ass pointed at me just a yard away.

“It’s err, yeah… very nice,” I muttered, my tongue suddenly dry. It was as if all the moisture in my body had suddenly headed straight between my thighs!

“Cool!” smiled Stacy, looking at me in the mirror, her expression entirely friendly, as if she had no clue what she was doing to me, “But I think I’ll need something to go with it, nice those this outfit is. I’d get arrested if I went out like this!” She wasn’t kidding. The cops would probably be queuing up to take her in!

“What to wear, what to wear?” She wondered, opening up her wardrobe and again giving me an INCREDIBLE view of her AMAZING ass as she searched through her clothes on the floor of the closet for the right outfit for her date.

“So, err, tell me about this guy?” I wondered.

“Who?” asked Stacy, looking back at me from her bent over position. God, how was she not seeing me checking her out? My skin was all blotchy from the various blushes ebbing and flowing, and I was only wearing some running shorts and a white T shirt with simple underwear underneath. It was my typical lounge gear, but it was quite revealing, especially for me, and I was quite certain my nipples were trying to poke through my bra and my top! And, if I got any more turned on, there was a distinct possibility my shorts would start to darken at the centre: I was always a bit of a gusher...!

“The one you’re meeting tonight,” I explained, allowing a hint of exasperation into my tone. I knew it was selfish but I didn’t want Stacy to get a boyfriend. But I would NEVER tell her why…!

“Oh, yeah!” she giggled, picking up a skirt she took to check out in front of the mirror by holding it up in front of her thighs, but not covering her ass, allowing me to keep staring at it, “‘Him.’ Well I met this person a while ago but only recently figured out that they liked me. Except I wasn’t sure. But today I totally got the opportunity to find out whether they did or not!”

“How?” I wondered, as someone who’d spent much of her life desperately uncertain if other girls liked me or were just being friendly in a normal, non-sexual way.

“Well,” Stacy explained, holding up more skirts but not trying any of them on, giving me a long, uninterrupted look at her amazing ass, “Today we were studying hypnotism.”

“Hypnotism?” I asked, “You mean like pocket-watches and ‘you are feeling sleepy’ and that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, that sort of thing,” nodded Stacy, a shadow of annoyance on her face that was quickly gone, “So we were practising this afternoon and I figured out that if I hypnotised this person I could tell if they were into me.”

“And did it work?” I demanded, deeply intrigued at the possibilities Stacy was accidentally suggesting to me.

“Well, you see,” she began, talking in a monotonous voice, distracted by the various skirts she continued cycling through, never trying one on, never hiding her amazing ass from my rapturous gaze, “It’s not as straight forward as pocket-watches and ‘you are feeling sleepy.’ True you need a point of focus, something to look at that occupies your attention and allows you to relax into the hypnotist’s words. That can be anything, from a pocket-watch to something bright and shiny, something white, visible right in front of you, that catches your eye.”

I almost couldn’t stop myself from giggling. Stacy could easily have been describing her amazing ass with that previous comment! But she seemed lost in thought as she told me about how she’d met this person with whom she was going on a date, and didn’t seem to notice that I was staring at her bubble butt. So, if she wanted to go on about hypnotism, I was happy to let her if it gave me a longer look at her beautiful bottom.

“The subject, this would be the person falling into trance,” Stacy continued, “Keeps staring at the white, shiny object that’s caught their attention. They feel calm and relaxed. Safe, happy, and relaxed enough to let the hypnotist’s words wash over them. The hypnotist doesn’t say things like ‘You are feeling sleepy’ or ‘You are falling under my spell.’

“No. They’ll say things like how easy it is to keep staring at the point of focus, like a pocket-watch or a big, white, shiny thing as it sways from side to side in front of them. It’s about helping them relax but keep staring, so their eyes begin to feel tired and heavy. Their mind will begin to associate that heaviness with relaxation and relaxation with sleep. So, in the end, they drift off into a nice, relaxed, hypnotised sleep all on their own.”

I was watching a big, white, shiny thing as it swayed from side to side in front of me. Stacy’s amazing ass was moving rhythmically from left to right and back again as she modelled a variety of different skirts, holding them up in front of her hips and considering them one after the other. I had my eyes locked on her white panties pulled tight against her bubble butt, as she swayed her hips from side to side while telling me, almost absentmindedly, about how she’d hypnotised someone earlier that day to find out if they liked her enough to go out on a date.

“There’s no need to say ‘You are feeling sleepy,’” stated Stacy, her voice matter of fact, “As they already know they’re feeling sleepy. What they don’t know is that their sleepiness is actually them falling into trance, drifting off into a hypnotised trance as they keep staring at the bright, white, shiny hypnotic thing gently waving in front of them. When you eventually start saying words like sleepy, sleep, asleep, and trance, they’re already halfway there and these words just help them get all the way.”

She bent over at that point, picking up a skirt she’d earlier discarded, sticking her ass right at me and slowly shifting it from side to side just a foot away from me. I couldn’t help but continue staring at it in rapt attention, my body feeling so horny at the sight, even as I felt strangely fatigued. But Stacy didn’t seem to notice as she just kept right on talking.

“Of course pocket-watches and other props are useful,” she continued, standing back up in front of the mirror, but a little closer to me this time, her ass no more than inches away from me, “Especially when people have preconceived ideas. It can really help deepen a trance when someone believes that things like pocket-watches are intrinsically hypnotic.

“But if you use them when a person isn’t expecting to be hypnotised it can put them on their guard. For that sort of thing, slowly seducing an unsuspecting someone to succumb to your sexy spell, you need to get them focussing on something while they listen to your voice, never realising that they’re slowly slipping into trance.”

I was finding it increasingly difficult to focus on Stacy’s words. She was rambling on about hypnosis and focus and succumbing to trance. All I could think about was her amazing ass, being paraded right in front of me. I was staring at it, my eyes unblinking, my focus absolute. But my eyes felt so heavy, my mind so strangely sleepy.

“They’ll find that they’re staring at the object of focus, something like a pair of shiny white panties covering a hypnotic hiney, and they don’t even realise that you’re leading them into trance. They watch that beautiful bubble butt sway from side to side and their eyes never leave it, even though they’re beginning to water from staring for so long.” My eyes WERE watering. I was watching her beautiful bubble butt as it went from side to side… left to right to left to right… my eyes following its progress, my brain feeling so slow and tired, my body so hot and aroused.

“The hypnotist’s words just pour into their mind and they don’t even realise that they’re already falling into trance, their eyes so heavy and their mind so relaxed as they continue staring at the hypnotic hiney just a few feet in front of them as it sways from side to side… side to side. Their eyes following it, never looking away, never blinking.” Eyes so heavy… mind so relaxed… following her hypnotic hiney…

“They must really like to stare at my beautiful bubble butt to become hypnotised by it. Just staring at that amazing ass would make them feel so hot and horny, like they’re gonna cum just from staring at that perfect posterior and submitting to it. But listening to the hypnotist’s words makes them feel so relaxed and sleepy.”

Oh GOD I felt horny! I’d been staring at Stacy’s ass for what felt like forever and I could just imagine grabbing it, grabbing her, making love. Just the thought was enough to make me gush. I could feel the moisture dripping down my thighs. Yet I couldn’t move. I felt so relaxed, so sleepy. So I sat there, slumped forwards, on Stacy’s bed, staring at her hypnotic hiney as she continued quietly speaking, blissfully unaware of what was happening to me.

“Their eyes are so heavy, their mind so slow, and their body so aroused, so turned on. They might begin to realise that they’re becoming hypnotised, but that wouldn’t matter to them. They’d know that they’re surrendering to someone who only wants to help them relax. That they don’t want to look away from the hypnotic hiney as it sways from side to side right in front of their eyes.”

I was staring at Stacy’s hypnotic hiney and my eyes felt so heavy, my mind so slow, my body so aroused, so turned on. God, was I becoming hypnotised? Was I letting myself become hypnotised by her? Did I want that? But she was my best friend at College. She only wanted to help me relax. And I REALLY didn’t want to look away from her hypnotic hiney as it swayed from side to side, now so close to my face it was almost touching.

“Of course it’s exhausting staring at a hypnotic hiney for too long,” it was… I felt exhausted to the point where I might collapse, “Sooner or later you just have to accept that you’re feeling too sleepy to resist the hypnotic spell for much longer. You feel yourself lying back onto the soft, warm, comfortable, safe bed. It’s ok. You can keep staring at the amazing ass that’s hypnotising you.” God it would be so easy just to lie on my side, on the bed, keeping my eyes on Stacy’s amazing ass. And I did so, letting her words flow over me as I continued looking at that hypnotic hiney.

“As you start to drift backwards onto the bed you’re going to drift off into a deep, relaxing, hypnotic trance, an experience so erotic your nipples are going to be so tense and pointed, the arousal visibly soaking through your sports shorts,” oh GOD she was so right… my nipples were almost painful they were so pert, and there was a moist fire BURNING between my thighs, “But the only way you’re going to relieve that sensual pressure is by submitting to the hypnotist, by closing your eyes and drifting off into a deep, erotic, hypnotic trance. By going to SLEEP now.”

All I could think about was her sexy ass… being paraded in front of my relaxed, heavy eyes… almost like it was hypnotising me… her words becoming a blur as I stared at her hypnotic hiney… What was that she said…? Sleep…? Well… yes I supposed… eyes closing… ASLEEP… My eyes shut and I fell back onto the bed. But Stacy’s voice joined me in my trance.

‘That’s really good Gillian,’ she was saying, ‘It’s so nice and relaxing falling into trance like this for me, for Stacy. You must really want to submit to my hypnotic hiney, don’t you? No, don’t answer. It’s ok. I know what you want. And I know that you know that I want it for you too.’ I felt relieved. Stacy knew what I wanted and she wanted it for me too. But what did I want…?

‘…to open your eyes and look at the pocket-watch,’ Stacy explained, ‘As that’s going to help deepen your trance and help you submit to my erotic lesbian spell.’ She was right. I DID want that! My eyes fluttered apart as quickly as I could force them open, which was pretty slow. There was a pocket watch there, ticking quickly, swinging from side to side. My eyes latched on to it immediately, knowing that pocket watches were intrinsically hypnotic, and that I was therefore becoming deeply hypnotised, my ears hearing the fast TICK TICK TICK TICKTICKTICK that seemed to drown out Stacy’s words but somehow didn’t stop me from hearing them until she said:

“Sleep!” and touched my forehead. My eyes shut and my whole body sagged down into the bed, but it was so soft and safe and comfortable, like a great cloud, holding me up in the warm evening air. The cloud was sinking under my weight, but slowly, so slowly I could count each metre down that it took me one at a time. One… two… three…… All the time there was a TICK TICK TICK TICKTICKTICK at the edge of my hearing and I remembered the pocket-watch. I’d never seen it before but at that moment I could have described every facet of it.

Four…… And Stacy’s hypnotic hiney. I could remember that and how intensely aroused yet relaxed it had made me, seducing me into erotic trance, hypnotising me. Five……… Just as her full, firm breasts and her petite but sensitive nipples would also make me feel so aroused and worshipful. Six……… Her long, lovely legs, her gorgeous, angelic face, her deep dark eyes, like hypnotic whirlpools that I would lose myself in. Seven…………… And her hot, needy, perfect pussy, the scent of which I could smell and yearned to taste. I couldn’t wait to try it.

Eight………………………… It was getting so hard to think, so hard to do anything, but so hot and arousing, like I was going to burst. But I HAD to keep counting, keep taking myself deeper into trance. Only once I was as deep as I could go would I reach the blissful erotic surrender that I NEEDED to experience. I forced my foggy, aroused, entranced mind to keep counting, keep trying for that glorious depth of release I knew would make me cum SO HARD…

Nine…………………………………… nine…………………………………………… nine……………………………………………………………… Going so deep, sinking so low, my mind barely capable of conscious thought. Stuck on this number, number nine, Cloud Nine. Yes, I was on Cloud Nine. So deeply hypnotised by Stacy’s spell, her mesmerising pocket-watch, her hypnotic hiney, her amazing body, her gorgeous face, her deep dark eyes, and the taste of her perfect pussy. I could taste it now, cementing by submission to her hypnotic spell, feeling her gush against my thigh. And realising that, realising I was making Stacy cum, made me explode in submissive climax.

“So, my silly billy Gillie,” said Stacy, “What do you want to do tonight?” I blinked awake, not quite sure where I was, what was happening.

“Err, excuse me?” I asked.

“Earth to Gillie, come in Gillie!” Stacy gently teased me, “You were well away for a moment there.”

“Yeah, I guess I was,” I agreed, pushing myself up from where I’d been… lying on Stacy’s bed? Really? I feel asleep on Stacy’s bed during the late afternoon while she was still in the room? That didn’t sound like me at all!

“You’re working too hard!” laughed my friend, “No wonder you’re exhausted.” She walked over and sat next to me on the bed taking my right wrist in the fingers of one hand as her left squeezed my right shoulder and she looked me straight in the eye. I found myself staring back. Her eyes were like two deep, beautiful pools. So big, so brown, so dark, so hypnotic.

“‘My silly billy Gillie wants to sleep,’” stated Stacy. I felt myself dropping backwards, my eyes shut, my whole body seeming to shut down in total relaxation even as my nether regions burned with a heat I could scarcely contain. I was sinking, drifting down in a fluffy white cloud and I could hear Stacy’s voice slowly counting down the layers as I dropped.

“One…” My toes and fingers were already completely asleep, the sensation travelling up my limbs inexorably.

“Two…” Already the joyful relaxation had reached my elbows and knees.

“Three…” Now it was creeping up my arms and thighs.

“Four…” OH GOD! My hips shuddered as the wonderful sensation started to spread between my legs and crossing my shoulders towards my breasts.

“Five…” The arousal built, but was delayed, the relaxation taking in my torso, my back, my curvy ass, but strengthening, building towards my sensual centres.

“Six…” Now it was rushing up my neck, reaching my head, ready to turn my brain into a delightful puddle of hypnotised, submissive, sexual gloop!

“Seven…” Reaching my head, my mind surrendering into mesmerised slumber even as my body arced towards sensual nirvana.

“Eight…” So seduced. So hypnotised. So aroused. So submissive. So ready to surrender to Stacy.

“NINE…!” The climax exploded through me and, as I came, I felt myself drop a thousand times deeper till all I was aware of the warm, safe, relaxed place of total submission Stacy had brought me to. All awareness faded as I drifted deep in trance.

“So, my silly billy Gillie,” said Stacy, “What do you want to do tonight?” I blinked awake, quickly taking in the details around me. I was in our shared room, but I was on Stacy’s bed for some reason. God she looked gorgeous, standing there in the most deliciously sexy outfit: a tiny black top with a white star on it and clearly no bra underneath, a devilishly short denim skirt under which I could see, from my current angle, the white of her panties, and some crazily sexy fishnet tights that only reached halfway up her thighs.

“I want…” I began, and tailed off, well aware that I couldn’t possibly tell Stacy all the things I wanted to do to her at that moment, or have her do to me. She smiled at me coquettishly, before picking up something from her bedside table and holding it behind her.

“Oh by the way,” she announced, “I found this old pocket-watch. Wanna have a look at it?”

“Err… yeah?” I replied, a little nonplussed. Why was I on her bed? Had I fallen asleep there, with her present? And why did my shorts feels so damp!? But before I could think to ask any of those questions, Stacy had wound something up behind her back and brought it round quickly so that it was just a few inches away and above my eyes, so close I struggled to focus on it at first. The fast movement caused it to swing from side to side, followed by my eyes, as the constant rapid TICK TICK TICK TICKTICKTICK echoed in my mind.

A part of me was wondering why Stacy was showing me this thing but another part was thinking that the pocket-watch was just the most wonderfully relaxing thing I’d ever seen and I strained my eyes to keep watching it swing from side to side… left to right to left to right… TICK TICK TICK TICKTICKTICK... the ticks starting to blur together as my eyes began watering from staring so hard and I felt so tired, so exhausted, yet so turned on at the same time.

And somehow I knew exactly how to satisfy all these feelings. As my eyes flickered closed I fell backwards onto the bed and felt my hips spasm as a tremendous orgasm powered through my body. In my head I was counting up, as quickly as I could while the ticking, spinning, swinging pocket-watch echoed and twirled in my mind’s eye, so eye-catching and arousing and hypnotic.

One… two… three… four…… It was getting so hard to concentrate! Another fantastic climax was surging within me as I counted. Five…… six……… seven………… My pussy was dripping again. I’d always been a ‘damp’ girl when I got truly excited, but this was Niagara Falls! And when I reached the final number, when I reached my most relaxed, hypnotised, point, I would be rewarded with that explosion. Eight………… NINE…! I reached Cloud Nine and felt the most stupendous orgasm take me, just before I lost all awareness.

“So, my silly billy Gillie,” said Stacy, “What do you want to do tonight?” I blinked a little and sat up from where I was lounging on the bed. I felt incredibly tired, as if I’d been woken up from a deep sleep, yet Stacy hadn’t seemed to notice my total unconsciousness. The situation felt more than a little strange, but I quickly discounted it.

“I don’t know,” I replied, my tongue was thick in my mouth and my mind felt full of cobwebs and more than slightly stupid, “What do you think?”

“I think silly billy Gillie needs to go to Cloud Nine,” stated Stacy. I collapsed back on the bed, writhing in climax as my mind tried to count as quickly as it could. But each number up made it so much harder to think, to focus on what I was doing, made my body that bit more desperate to sink deep into the absolute surrender of hypnosis… Nine…! Darkness took me once more, in a liquid burst of burning hot pleasure.

“So, my silly billy Gillie,” said Stacy, “What do you want to do tonight?” I woke up, even slower this time, and just about managed to sit up in her bed, to find her bent over right in front of me, her perfect ass encased in those shiny, white, bright panties just a foot away from me. A part of me wondered what she was doing but a much greater part of me was completely focussed on the way her ass was jiggling from side to side.

“It’s time for silly billy Gillie to SLEEP,” she said, and I collapsed back onto the bed, counting up to Cloud Nine in my head. It didn’t take long. I was becoming well practised at reaching Cloud Nine and its enchanting combination of erotic climax and submissive trance.

“So, my silly billy Gillie,” said Stacy, “What do you want to do tonight?” I woke up, barely able to move up towards a sitting position. Stacy was stood in front of me, naked but for her panties, her hands covering her pert, perfect breasts.

“Wha… why are you…?” I tried to speak, but my voice sounded as confused as my brain felt.

“Oh I just wanted to show you these!” Stacy announced, jerking her hands away and filling my vision with her incredible boobs which bounced and swayed as she jumped a little on the spot, her nipples two diamond hard petite rosebuds that I DESPERATELY wanted to touch, to lick, to worship, to submit to. My tired eyes locked onto them even as my tired mind felt the contrasting sensations of absolute arousal and unstoppable relaxation.

“It’s time for silly billy Gillie to SLEEP,” Stacy said. I collapsed onto the bed, climaxing as I went, my mind spinning through the numbers so fast I almost couldn’t count them. Onetwothreeforfive… oh god yessss! Sixseveneight… CLOUD NINE! I had a vague thought that my poor lounge shorts were getting completely saturated with my juices, before I submitted to climax, and deepest trance, yet again.

“So, my silly billy Gillie,” said Stacy, “What do you want to do tonight?” I could barely open my eyes. When I did I found myself on my back and Stacy was above me, straddling my torso, my arms stuck between the two. It was just like so many of my fantasies, the ones where I was helpless to resist the lesbian wiles of the girl I was so attracted to. Her eyes were two dark, hypnotic pools mere inches from mine. I tried to look into them but even that was too much for me. Stacy didn’t even have to say ‘It’s time for silly billy Gillie to SLEEP.’ I did it all on my own, and exploded into Cloud Nine almost instantly.

“So, my silly billy Gillie,” said Stacy, “What do you want to do tonight?” I blinked awake. I was lying on Stacy’s bed, and I felt absolutely WONDERFUL, but so INCREDIBLY tired, like I’d been asleep for hours and was only just waking up on a lovely day when I had no worries or concerns or commitments. Stacy was dressed in a very pretty, white armless dress that fitted snugly to her form, stretching from a little above her knees to straps over her shoulders.

She looked exquisitely beautiful, wearing more make up than usual, her chestnut brown hair styled for once, in waves down to her shoulders. But her expression was a little concerned, a little unsure of herself. The sleepiness was rapidly leaving my mind and I felt truly amazing, as if I’d had the best nap EVER. I pushed myself up and was surprised to find myself in a dress of my own, one of my recent purchases Stacy had almost forced me to get.

‘Oh my God! You’ll look SO HOT in that!’ she’d gushed and, throwing caution to the wind, I’d bought it. And, to be fair, even I realised I did look pretty good in it! The shiny dark green contrasted my pale skin and red hair well while the low cut top and high cut bottom, with its tight fit to my rear, showed off a lot more of me, and particularly my legs, than most of my other clothes. Gosh, I was even wearing the white lingerie that I’d bought with it from the same shop! I could tell by the slight difficulty I felt breathing and the hint of scratchiness between my thighs.

Speaking of which… My skin felt clean, like I’d just stepped out of the shower and towelled myself dry, but hadn’t yet a chance to do my hair or apply makeup. Only my hair was dry, if tied back quite aggressively, which Stacy didn’t much like usually. ‘I love the way your hair looks when you let it run free!’ she’d say. And I’d blush and think evil thoughts about how it would frizz up in the slightest humidity.

All of which were passing thoughts that didn’t explain why I had no idea what was going on. Had I fallen asleep on Stacy’s bed after getting dressed after a shower ahead of a night out? But, if that was the case, how had I dropped into so deep a slumber on Stacy’s bed? She was a Cyndi Lauper turned up LOUD pre-night-out dresser, with wine and impromptu karaoke sessions, not someone who’d let their friend drop into such a deep sleep after getting ready.

“How do you feel?” Stacy asked, looking nervous. Now why was that?

“I feel…” I began, tailing off as I took a moment to process the question before answering truthfully: “I feel great! Completely relaxed. Like I’ve had the perfect sleep.”

“The perfect sleep?” Stacy replied, but her tone wasn’t judging me at all, “How do you mean?” I shrugged.

“You know. Like when you wake up and you’re just ‘awake’ straight away, no need for the second alarm. Waking up on the right side of the bed, so to speak.” It was a little trite but that was how I felt.

“Oh kay…” said Stacy, but it was more like a sigh, or a gasp, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing, “Well, I guess I went a bit too far.”

“A bit too far?” I asked, confused. Stacy scowled for a moment, as if trying to deal with something unpalatable, before her face lit up, like she’d reached a potential solution.

“Tell me, Gillie,” she stated, coming over to the bed, which had fresh sheets, and sitting besides me, “Do you think I could hypnotise you?” My eyes bulged at that.

“Hypnotise me?” I spluttered, “You mean like pocket-watches and ‘you are feeling sleepy’ and that sort of thing.”

“Yeah, that sort of thing,” nodded Stacy, a shadow of shock passing over her face, but it was quickly gone.

“I don’t know Stacy,” I said, distinctly nonplussed by the very idea, “You could get me to do all sorts of crazy things like that!” Stacy tried and failed to suppress a naughty smile, but she soon composed herself and leaned in towards me, almost like, for just a moment, she was coming in to kiss me. I was shocked, not sure if I should move my mouth towards hers or pull away or… So, in the end, I did nothing. As you do.

“Maybe I COULD get you to do all sorts of crazy things,” she purred, and that mad sense of mutual attraction that buzzes through you when you think someone is one step away from asking you out made me almost shiver.

“How… how do you mean?” I asked, still just a few inches away from Stacy, and wondering what she was doing. Was she seducing me? Really? Here and now? Like this?

“The thing is,” Stacy said, standing up and moving away from me, to a mixture of relief and disappointment from my libido, “I’ve got to present someone who I’ve hypnotised. To my course. In a few weeks. I need to show that I can induce a trance in someone, get them to perform some simple tests, and get them to emerge from trance. It’s simple, with the right person. They just need to trust me, and to have an active imagination.”

“And I’m the right sort of person?” I asked, less than convinced I could be. Sure I had an imagination, but I was more prickly than trusting.

“I think you are,” she said, “And, if you’re game, I’d like to try it now.”

“Try it how?” I demanded. Wait a sec. I hadn’t said no! Did I WANT this…!? And, for a moment, I imagined myself surrendering to Stacy’s hypnotic spell, becoming powerless, entranced, unable to move as she had her wicked way with me. God… The burst of moisture in my panties suggested that was NOT undesirable!

And, with a flash of insight, I realised that it was EXACTLY like my other fantasies of being tied down, powerless to resist a more powerful sexual being from making me her willing lover… DOWN GIRL! I had to suck in a great lungful of air to stop myself spiralling into fantasy, right in front of Stacy. Who was speaking! I’d completely missed what she was saying.

“…so it wouldn’t be too difficult. We can try it here, now. If it works, great! If not, we can try it again some other time. What do you say?” I’d gotten so caught up in the naughty fantasy of submitting to Stacy’s hypnotic spell I’d completely missed her sales pitch. And, in a mixture of arousal and embarrassment at what I’d done, I blurted out the last thing I wanted to say:

“Err, ok then…!” No! Wait! But Stacy was already proceeding.

“Well that’s just perfect Gillie,” she smiled, all happy and friendly now that I’d agreed, “Please take a seat here.” She pulled out the standard seat from the room and placed it in the centre. Standing up, desperately unsure of myself, I took my place, very nervous about what was about to happen.

“It’s ok,” reassured Stacy, squeezing my right shoulder lightly, “I’m never going to hurt you. Just relax a little. It’ll be fine.” The gesture seemed to help and I did relax, but I was still terribly tense.

“How, err… how will I know you’ve hypnotised me?” I wondered, turning around to look at Stacy as she busied herself with some equipment. She looked thoughtful for a moment.

“It’s kinda weird,” she admitted, “It’s like being awake, but somehow distanced from being awake, like you’re watching a movie. You could do anything you wanted at any time, but you don’t do it.”

“You’ve had this done to you?” I realised.

“Yes,” she nodded, moving her bedside table till it was in front of me, “We practised it all day today, the theory in the morning, the practical in the afternoon.”

“And you succeeded?” I asked, “At hypnotising someone and being hypnotised?” I was shocked at the thought. Stacy nodded again.

“I sure did,” she smiled, “The Prof said I was a natural, in both senses of the word. A natural at going into trance and at inducing it. The two tend to go together apparently.”

“Really?” I asked, stupefied at the thought of hypnotising Stacy. My libido, never far away from this conversation, flared up at the very idea of turning her into my mesmerised slave girl, ready to do my bidding. Oh God… I had to stop thinking like that! Besides, it was far likelier to be the other way round!

“Yes,” she said, and placed something in front of me, “Now this is something I borrowed today from the Professor’s stock.”

“‘Borrowed?’” I asked. Stacy rolled her eyes.

“I signed it out,” she said, “You know I’m not a thief Gillie! Now just keep your eyes on the long arm. I’m going to start it ticking and, when I do, you have to keep looking at it for me. No comments. No questions. No ‘am I doing it right?’ type of thing. Ok?”

“Ok,” I agreed, glaring firmly at the metronome’s arm.

“Hang on a sec,” said Stacy, laughing, “How are we going to prove that you were or weren’t hypnotised?” I blinked, turning away and looking at her.

“I hadn’t thought of that!” I admitted, “Why don’t we…?” I wasn’t quite sure what to suggest. Fortunately Stacy had an idea. And it set my libido off all over again!

“Tell you what,” she suggested, “We’ll do a stripping competition! I’m going to try and hypnotise you and, when I think I’ve succeeded, I’m going to give you a post hypnotic suggestion that you’ll strip off an item of clothing every time I say a certain phrase. If you take off an item of clothing I’ll know I hypnotised you. But if you don’t, I’LL take off an item of clothing!”

“HUH?” I gasped. Stacy’s smile couldn’t have been any broader.

“What do you thing?” she asked, “Sounds like a deal?”

“You’re on!” I laughed, turning back to the metronome and only then thinking at how readily I’d agreed to those terms. What did that say about me to Stacy? And what did she think it said to me about her? The feeling that had been building in me for weeks now, ever since we first met, that Stacy was kinda into me in the same way I was into her, surged. But that possibility was put to one side as Stacy started the metronome ticking.

“Watch the ticking metronome Gillie,” she said, her voice low and soft and calm, “Just let your eyes rest of the swinging up feeling them go left and right, right and left with every swing, your mind hearing every tick and letting yourself relax into this nice, safe environment with me, your friend, Stacy.” I kept watching the metronome, as I’d promised to do, listening to its slow tick…… tick…… tick…… Something about that seemed curiously familiar, and my eyes fluttered for a moment, but I shook them clear. I had to keep focussed on the metronome, not go off thinking about other things.

“I’m just changing the lighting a bit Gillie,” purred Stacy, in that low, sexy voice of hers which always gave me goose bumps, “Just to help you see the metronome better.” There was a flash to my left and Stacy’s bedside lamp cast its illumination over my left shoulder at the metronome. I figured she must’ve stretched it a long way to be able to do that! And the cables weren’t very long. But it did make the metronome much clearer especially when she turned the main light off.

“That’s a good girl Gillie,” she encouraged me, moving on the other side of the metronome till she was right behind me, “You’re so kind to agree to be my hypnotised subject like this. It’s so sweet and generous of you and I’m really very grateful to you for doing this.” I was pleased to make Stacy happy and my ego basked in the praise from my alpha friend.

“And there really isn’t anything to becoming hypnotised,” Stacy had continued, “You don’t have to make any effort. In fact it’s easier if you just try and relax, just try and shut your mind off from the outside world and simply concentrate on the slow, regular ticks of the metronome as you keep your eyes wide open and watch its arm swinging from side to side, left to right to left to right…”

I did as she suggested, keeping my eyes wide open, watching the metronome swinging from left to right to left to right. Something about that seemed strangely familiar, like I’d done exactly that before, knew just how relaxing and erotic hypnosis could be. Gosh, erotic…? But it DID feel erotic to me. There was a distinctly warm, moist sensation between my thighs, and my small nipples, on my big breasts, were quivering.

Stacy’s voice was so sexy and the thought of being hypnotised by her so enticing. And it’d be so easy, and so arousing, just to let my mind drift off as my eyes kept watching the swinging arm of the metronome. Left to right to left to right to left to… getting so hard to focus on the individual ticks... TICK TICK TICK TICKTICKTICK… My eyes were blurring. It felt so hard to keep them open, so hard to hear Stacy’s voice, so easy just to let my eyelids flutter downwards and…

I was entranced. I knew it, in a vague kind of way, my mind so relaxed and at peace, yet also very turned on! I could hear Stacy’s sexy voice and, in my mind’s eye, the metronome continued its slow, seductive tick from left to right to left to... while the constant TICK, TICK, TICK seemed to echo through my brain dispersing any awkward thoughts that might get in the way of my trance till there was nothing and 3… 2… 1… I blinked awake. The metronome was stopped. Stacy was standing in front of me, an expectant look on her face.

“Did it work?” I asked.

“You tell me,” she replied, “Do you remember being hypnotised?” I blinked and looked away, trying to recall what had happened.

“I remember looking at the metronome, and listening to you speak,” I replied, “After a while my eyes began to water. Everything gets a bit blurry after that.”

“You don’t remember anything after that?” asked Stacy, a note of incredulity in her voice. I shrugged.

“I don’t know,” a deliciously naughty thought came to mind and I gave Stacy a mischievous smile, “Maybe you should test it!”

“Test it how?” she asked rhetorically, “Maybe see what happens when you respond to the code phrase?”

“What code phrase?” I didn’t remember THAT at all!

“Crickey Gillie,” Stacy shuddered as she said it, in a way that looked just like I did when I thought a girl liked me, “You really don’t remember at all? You must be the most natural subject EVER.”

“What code phrase?” I demanded. Stacy peered at me, her expression impish.

“I’m not going to tell you,” she replied primly, “I’m just going to use the phrase regarding the rotten weather in Rome and see if it works. I guess the only time you’ll realise I’ve said it is if you start to take off your clothes!”

“What if you say it and I don’t take off my clothes?” I interjected, “Do I just have to expect you to honour our bargain?” Gosh, I was suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable, like my dress was a little much for our small, student bedsit with the broken central heating that was always on full blast.

“Maybe I will,” said Stacy, moving from where she’d been standing in front of me over towards her bed, “In fact, maybe I’ve said the phrase already but you haven’t responded.” She didn’t look disappointed if that was the case. I turned in my chair to look at her, but that made me uncomfortably aware of how warm it felt where I was sat.

“If you’ve said it,” I replied, “Then don’t you…?”

“Need to take off my dress?” Stacy wondered, “Maybe I do.”

“Maybe you should then,” I growled, now feeling really quite hot and flushed and uncomfortable and that was making me testy. Gosh, how had it gotten so warm all of a sudden? I stood up and moved the chair to its regular position at Stacy’s desk, afterwards taking a moment to lift up my skirt and flap some cold air onto my burning legs.

“Ok Gillie. I will. Besides, given how we’re regarding the rotten weather in Rome so we have to acknowledge that our room is way too hot. I could do with cooling down a little.”

“Huh?” I turned and could only gape as Stacy, her impish face shiny with mischievous humour, started to slowly tease down the zip at the back of her lacy white dress. She must’ve said the code phrase but I hadn’t noticed it! Well the good news was that I wasn’t THAT good a hypnotic subject if I hadn’t responded. But the bad news was that now Stacy was stripping off her lacy white dress and that left her in nothing but an equally lacy white bra and matching panties.

And seeing her like that did nothing but enhance the sense of raging warmth coursing through my body. I was burning up, my attempts to cool off by flapping the dress giving me only a second’s respite each time. But seeing Stacy as she kicked off her dress and showed me that amazing body I’d been fantasising about for weeks, mixed with the warmth affecting my whole body, made me feel INCREDIBLY turned on. I just wanted to kick off my clothes and go over to Stacy and kiss her, and stop living in a world where I didn’t try anything for fear of rejection.

“Gosh Gillie,” giggled Stacy, as she kicked her dress to one side and stood up resplendent in her lacy lingerie, “You didn’t respond a second time! I guess that means I forfeit my bra. I better not try the code phrase again else I’ll have to remove my panties and then I’ll be naked.” She didn’t sound horrified at the thought. In fact she sounded almost thrilled at the idea. Or was I just imagining that? It was just so difficult to think! I could barely process what Stacy was saying given the horrendous, sexy warmth coursing through my system, although the idea of her getting naked broke through.

“By the way,” she added, “Regarding the rotten weather in Rome. Have you seen a forecast for tonight?” I couldn’t answer. Stacy had begun removing her bra, again giving me a little show as she did it, unhooking it at the back but holding it position as she did a distinctly stripper-esque dance. But I could barely concentrate. I was so hot. Yes I was very turned on, and watching Stacy as she flicked her bra away and showed me her surprisingly full, pert, heavy breasts only enhanced that. God they were sexy! And her little nipples were so HARD too...! Was she... was she TURNED ON at the moment...!? Normally I wouldn’t have been able to focus on any other thought, but I was too hot to think of anything other than how to relieve the heat coursing through my body!

“Gillie?” Stacy asked, “The weather forecast? For tonight?”

“It’s gonna rain,” I mumbled, feeling the sweat dripping down my skin. I realised what I could do to help. It was just us two in the room. The door was locked, the curtains were drawn. I could take off my dress. After all, Stacy had removed hers. That wouldn’t be too forward of me, right? And I was just so warm. Turned on yes, but too warm to bear it any longer.

“Darn it,” giggled Stacy, “I said the phrase again and it didn’t work! I guess these have to go.” She slid her thumbs into her panties, turned her back to me and stuck out that amazing ass of hers as she started to slide them down her hips. Such an erotic display from Stacy should’ve had been staring in rapt attention. But I was just too hot. I had to get rid of my clothes. I almost didn’t watch as she took off her final piece of clothing. I did, but I almost missed it, as I unzipped myself and all but flopped my dress off my body.

“Dear me Gillie!” Stacy laughed as she stood up and faced me, confident in her athletic, naked body, a small strip of pubic hair leading down to her pussy, “Are you getting naked as well?” Removing my dress had given me some relief, but I could feel the overwhelming warmth surging again, even quicker than before.

“I… I…” I tried to speak, tried to explain, at how hot I was, at how much I needed to cool down, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have a choice. And I knew what I had to do.

“And there goes your bra!” Stacy giggled, biting her lip, “And your panties too!” I stripped off completely and the sense of warmth was relieved… No, it was changed! My body suddenly realised that the heat I’d been feeling wasn’t the temperature of the flat, warm as it was, it was my overwhelming attraction to the naked woman standing in front of me. I was suddenly filled to BURSTING with arousal and I couldn’t stop myself from almost flinging myself at Stacy.

“Oh GOD Stacy!” I whined, taking two quick steps towards her and grabbing her to pull her naked body against mine, “I NEED you NOW!”

“Huh?” she gasped, but I mashed my face against hers, kissing her open mouth and feeling her body stiffen in rejection. But I didn’t care. I needed to cum, and I needed Stacy to help me do it, that much was clear to me. I pushed her backwards and she fell onto the bed. I clambered on top of her and pushed my heavy breasts with their small, quivering nipples against her firmer chest, whose nipples looked equally aroused to my inexperienced eyes. But that wasn’t what I was looking at. I was looking into her eyes, those large, brown, beautiful eyes, which looked surprised but thrilled at what was happening. At least that was the message I saw. And so, fixing her gaze in mine, I leant in to kiss her.

This time she responded. I could sense her shock at my sexual aggression, but she was definitely reciprocating! And she suddenly flung me onto my back and levered herself on top of me to kiss me even more aggressively. I was already so turned on it was all I could do not to moan. I’d always been so repressed that, when I finally got a girl into bed, it often didn’t take much at all to set me off, as if the bubbling waters of arousal I had dammed within my psyche would boil over and explode through me whenever I finally got the chance to let them. But now, with Stacy, was the most intense experience I’d ever had!

“Oh GOD!” I groaned, as she started to slide down my body, grasping my nipples hard with each hand.

“AAAAH!” It was a little yelp, a scream, but the aggressive, painful sensation wasn’t truly sore. Instead it was intensely arousing!

“Oh GOD Stacy!” She looked up from between my thighs and gave me the naughtiest, sexiest smile I’d ever seen.

“I’ve been wanting to taste this strawberry delight ever since the first moment I saw you, my good girl Gillie!” she purred. Her tone, her voice, her expression, her beauty, her gosh darned sexiness, and her attraction to me all combined in that moment, in my mind, into the most precipitous climax I’d ever experienced. I was on the verge of a truly exceptional orgasm and, without further ado, Stacy plunged her face against my pussy and gave it to me.

Almost immediately I came, or at least I started to cum. I was already so worked up that that was all it took! But she kept going. Kept licking my clit, her tongue like an electric generator wired to my love button, while the fingers of one hand started to pump in and out of my drenched pussy. My initial scream had been choked off as a second, more powerful orgasm began to rise within me, hot on the heels of the first.

Acting spontaneously, my hands grasped my nipples and squeezed, just as Stacy had done, while my legs spread up and out to almost 180 degrees! As I squeezed my nipples she hardened her tongue against my clit and her fingers accelerated. My eyes bulged wide, my body sucked in a great lungful of air, and my whole being spasmed on the edge of that almighty precipice… and flew headlong over it.

“OOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOHHH HYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSS!” I exploded, quite literally, a great juddering torrent of fluid shooting out from within me in a manner I’d never thought possible. And still Stacy kept working my pussy and clit while my hands squeezed my nipples to a point where the pain was almost too much… but it only served to feed back into a third and a fourth orgasm, with the fifth resulting in another great tidal wave of my juices gushing forth.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! OOOHHHAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

My vision was shrinking away, my now oxygen starved body rapidly fading into unconsciousness, as I reached Cloud Nine. And that thought, that concept, the very idea of ‘reaching Cloud Nine’ triggered a final and most powerful climax within me that was too much for my shattered essence. I lost my voice and, soon after, lost my awareness as the most wonderful, relaxing, PERFECT darkness took me and made me hers.

“Welcome back!” whispered a sultry voice quietly, as delicate fingers stroked my red hair in a way my mother used to do to me and which would make me mewl like a pussy cat.

“MMMmmmmmmaaaaaaa…!” I purred, pushing my head against the fingers and turning so that I could wrap my arms against the warm, unbelievably soft skin of the person I was lying next to. There was a long moment of existential doubt as my conscious mind belatedly processed this. I opened my eyes but didn’t otherwise move.

“Stacy?” I asked, my vision coming to rest of the resplendent loveliness of my friend, now lover.

“Hi Gillie,” she whispered, her expression loving if a little concerned, “That was quite something.”

“Did I…?” I began, remembering jetting out quantities of liquid.

“You did,” Stacy nodded.

“And was I…?”

“Yes,” she said, with a wry smile, “Very loud.”

“Uh oh…” I shuddered at the thought, but felt strangely proud of myself for such a display. I certainly wasn’t hiding my sexuality anymore!

“Tell me,” said Stacy, “What do you remember from earlier today?”

“Earlier today?” I replied, “Well… I remember coming home from college. And, after that, I remember being with you in our room. And, after that, I remember the swinging arm of the metronome going left to right to left to right with its constant tick… tick… tick… and feeling so relaxed and sleepy and…”

“Whoa there! Stop that!” interjected Stacy. I blinked my eyes awake, fighting off an extraordinary wave of lethargy that had washed over me. And… oh my God! I was REALLY wet!

“Stuh… stop what…?” I mumbled, feeling confused. What had just happened? It’d almost like I’d started drifting off into trance again! OH GOD! Was I THAT hypnotisable? Stacy pushed herself up onto an elbow, her head resting on her hand, and peered at me. Her expression was concerned.

“Gillie, did you just start to go into trance? Just like that? Just by remembering the metronome?” I considered what had happened and looked at her, my expression a mixture of apology and a certain amount of wry, mischievous amusement as I gave her a little nod.

“Oh my God,” whispered Stacy, her eyes bulging, “And you don’t remember ANYTHING that happened from you coming home to waking up, dressed in that delicious green outfit of yours?” I ran through my memories of the day but there was nothing else there.

“Err, no,” I replied, no longer wryly amused. Now I was a bit concerned. Stacy seemed quite agitated.

“My God,” she said, sitting up in bed and giving me a shocked, slightly pitying look, “I figured you’d be easy to hypnotise but I had no idea…!” She tailed off and I sat up too, making no effort to cover myself up. I was secretly thrilled at the hungry look that came across Stacy’s face as she saw my large, heavy, pert breasts swinging a little, with their small but already very erect nipples. It turned me on A LOT to see her getting turned on by my body. But, with a visible effort of will, she pulled her eyes away and looked up at my face.

“Gillie,” she began, “I have to tell you something.” She took my hand in hers and fixed me with a sincere, worried expression.

“Yes?” I asked, nonplussed by this. What was Stacy driving at?

“Earlier today,” she explained, “After I came home from class, I invited you into our room. You were just wearing your lounge outfit, you know, that really tight T shirt and incredibly short pair of shorts that just make me what to jump you whenever I see you in them.”

“Err, seriously…?” I stammered, blushing bright red at the thought of Stacy wanting to ‘jump me’ in anything, least of all my most casual clothes.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, with a friendly smile, “But, well… I kinda guessed that you liked me but I wasn’t sure. You’ve never really discussed what you think about girls and sexuality, whenever I’ve tried bringing it up you’ve always changed the subject. So I wasn’t really sure if you were into me. And I had no idea how you’d react if I told you I was into you.”

“Seriously?” I demanded, “You didn’t realise I’ve been TOTALLY fantasising about you from the first night we met?”

“Fantasising about me?” now it was Stacy’s turn to blush, “Every night?” She looked pleased, if a little embarrassed, before her expression turned intrigued.

“What kind of fantasies?” she asked. My blush, not long gone from my face, returned in force, brighter and more intense than anything I’d experienced for quite some time.

“Hey,” she was still holding my hands and squeezed them again, “I’m not trying to embarrass you. But it might really help me understand what’s going on here.” I didn’t have a clue what was going on here. But I did trust Stacy, so I told her.

“You see,” I began, hesitantly, with my heart hammering in my chest, “I’ve always had a bit of a ‘thing’ about being pinned down, unable to move, as a girl ‘forces’ her way with me.”

“Forces her way with you?” asked Stacy, but her voice was soft, almost concerned, not judgemental at all, and her expression was worried.

“Not rape or anything like that!” I clarified, “In these… ‘scenarios’ it’s always been someone I REALLY liked, and they just take control. They’re not forcing themselves on me, they’re just stopping me from pretending that I want to resist them. They straddle me, when my arms are by my sides, sitting on my pussy, their heat palpable against me, as they reach down to my breasts, or my pussy, or BOTH, and start to…” My eyelids were fluttering slightly and my breath coming in little gasps.

“Ok, slow down girl!” interrupted Stacy, releasing my hands and squeezing my knee affectionately, “We’ve got a LOT to talk about before we do anything like that!”

“Anything like that?” I gulped, my head spinning at the thought Stacy might recreate a fantasy I’d been jilling off to for YEARS.

“Yes,” Stacy said, her face thoughtful again, “But it does explain a lot.” She turned to me, her expression intense. She took my hands in hers again, squeezing them together.

“Gillie, I’m going to tell you something. I’m not gonna tell you not to get mad because you have every right to get mad. But if I don’t tell you now I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live with myself, because… because… I don’t want to hurt you, EVER. Ok?”

“Ok,” I nodded slowly, my heart hammering again. What was Stacy going to tell me?

“The thing is,” she said, taking a deep breath before blurting the words out in one fast sentence, “I hypnotised you this afternoon and spent about two hours taking you in and out of trance and it was just the sexiest thing ever and I couldn’t help myself and it seemed to make you cum SO HARD when I did it and seeing that made ME cum and then you told me how much you liked me and how much you wanted me and that made me cum AGAIN and then I told you to lick my pussy and that made me cum SO HARD and then I got you to shower and get dressed and then I woke you up but you didn’t remember anything so I hypnotised you again and gave your entranced mind a choice about what to do and you chose to take off all your clothes and jump me and now I’m worried that you only like me because I hypnotised you and I KNOW that I’ve taken advantage of you and I’m really sorry and I couldn’t stop myself and I… I… I…”

She’d started hyperventilating by the end and I could see the tears forming in her eyes and it broke my heart to see her so upset at what she’d done to me, especially since hearing her say it was only the most arousing thing I’d ever IMAGINED and the thought of her cumming because I fell under her hypnotic spell was making me SO HOT yet she was falling apart at the thought that she’d taken advantage of me and the only thing I wanted was for her to take advantage of me AGAIN…

“GILLIE!” Stacy yelped in shock as I suddenly reached forwards and grabbed her, pulling her onto her back on the bed as I leapt up and on top of her, my gushing pussy over hers, my heavy breasts pressed against her smaller, perter, but no less aroused boobs.

“You hypnotised me into becoming your lover?” I purred, just saying the words enough to make me shudder.

“And you don’t remember ANY of it!” Stacy whined, still unwilling to accept what my body, my mind, my face, my expression, my EVERYTHING was telling her, “That’s a CRAZY level of natural suggestibility.”

“You can make me forget ALL of this with a word, can’t you?” I wondered aloud, grinding my hips against her in a manner that told both of us that the other girl was hotter, and wetter, than an Indian monsoon, “You can make me look deep into your eyes and I’ll forget all of this, right?”

“But I don’t want you to forget!” whimpered Stacy, only her expression belied how arousing that control was for her. I could see the thrill of my submission to her and the crazy level of arousal having that power imbued in my flatmate.

“Ok,” I relented, moving off to the side before snuggling up under her arm, “You don’t have to make me forget. But we both know that you can probably snap my fingers and I’ll drop deep into trance for you.” I wasn’t sure of that myself, but the thought was EXTREMELY provocative. I could tell from Stacy’s poorly suppressed moan that she felt the same.

“You’re taking this really well,” she suggested, after a long pause of a few seconds. Her arm had lifted to allow me to snuggle up against her, my right shoulder in her left armpit, my face resting on the side of her chest, her forearm resting on the side of my hip. I felt so comfortable in that position, so protected, so… No. I wasn’t going to shoot off down THAT alleyway so quickly!

“Taking what really well?” I wondered. Stacy guffawed at that.

“I hypnotised you!” she exclaimed, “Multiple times! And I filled your head with all sorts of crazy suggestions.”

“What kind of suggestions?” I tried and failed to keep a hungry, aroused tone out of my voice.

“God, you’re REALLY into this, aren’t you Gillie?” I shrugged.

“I’m REALLY into you,” I shot back at her, “You’re, like, my dream girl. So fun and friendly, so sporty, so beautiful. You’re everything I want to be. Tall and slim and athletic and…”

“Are you KIDDING?” she squealed, “Do you have ANY idea how hot you are? What I’d do to have boobs like yours? Hips like yours? And don’t even get me started on your skin, your red hair, your face…! My GOD Gillie. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen! I usually don’t have ANY problems going up to a girl I like and trying it on. But with you I’ve been totally unable to do ANYTHING about how attracted I am to you for WEEKS. I ended up coming up with this CRAZY hypnosis plot just to see if I had a shot with you!”

“And did you?” I asked, rhetorically, letting my left hand start to trace a seductive pattern on Stacy’s tummy, hinting at the raging arousal I felt to hear her say these things.

“Yeah I think I do, just about,” she laughed, turning towards me and fixing me with a stare. I peered into her eyes and was about to say something when I felt a peculiar sensation wash over me, a wave of tiredness, yet a dramatic surge of arousal. Her eyes were like two hypnotic pools coaxing me into trance and, with scarcely a moment to process it, I was falling deep inside, tumbling down under hypnosis, feeling the sexual excitement rushing between my thighs as I started to count up from one. My eyelids began to flutter, my nipples judder, and my pussy…

“Cloud Nine…!” I whispered, and came explosively as I surrendered to trance.

“So, my silly billy Gillie,” said Stacy, “What do you want to do tonight?” I blinked awake and saw her giggling at me, still wrapped in my arms.

“Oh God, did I…?” I began. Stacy nodded, giggling with a slightly demented, crazily turned on look on her face.

“And I…?” I continued, feeling the moisture between my thighs. She nodded again and began openly laughing.

“Jesus Christ!” she teased, “You just went into trance, just like THAT. Just by looking into my eyes! What ARE we going to do with Gillie? I’m not sure I’d dare demonstrate you to my class. There’d be WAY too many people who’d want to snare you for themselves. And they could do it too! The Professor could have you eating her out in about 30 seconds I’d wager.”

“Your Professor wouldn’t do anything like that!” I was shocked at the very notion, “Would they?” Crickey, a Professor of Hypnosis would surely have complete control of me very quickly if they wanted.

“No,” agreed Stacy, “She wouldn’t. She’s all about the morality of hypnosis, of psychology in general.” Her voice turned a little sly.

“Why? Would you LIKE to be under the control of a sexy, older redhead who’s essentially you in, like, ten years’ time?”

“Ten years?” I was shocked, “She’s a full Professor at 28?”

“Yup,” said Stacy proudly, “And the best damn hypnotist I’ve ever experienced. And she has that same slim, pale, gorgeous, curvy combination you have.”

“Hey, you’re not transferring are you!?” now it was my turn to tease, “Acting out your fantasies for her on me?”

“Oh GOD no!” laughed Stacy, “To be honest, today was the first time any of us have been in the same room as her, except for the induction lecture. And then she was a nauseating, headache inducing blur a long way away.”

“Huh?” I gasped.

“I was VERY hungover that day,” Stacy explained. I giggled and we kissed and it felt so natural and right and perfect. Her lips were a little firmer, and a little rougher than mine, but she was so sensual, so loving, she made me feel all tingly and hot and bothered with just some gentle pecks. I pushed myself up to kiss her more forcefully, relishing the sensation, loving the experience, before finally pulling away.

“So you can’t present me as your science project?” I asked. Stacy considered this.

“In all honesty, probably not,” she admitted, “I’d be genuinely concerned that word might get out of how suggestible and submissive you are!”

“I am NOT suggestible and submissive!” I lied.

“Oh really?” she challenged, “Well why don’t you just look into my eyes and we’ll see?”

“Ok, ok,” I admitted, deliberately looking away but knowing full well that, had I done so, I would’ve damn near instantly fallen under trance just by following Stacy’s command, “But does this mean you need to get someone else to be your subject?” Stacy shrugged.

“Maybe,” she said, “But we can talk about that some other time. For now: how’s about I show you just what sex with me can be like!?”

“Baby,” I giggled, “That would be my pleasure!”