The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Actually, Doctor Klein,” Jessica Bainbridge said, “I’m not here for help in quitting smoking at all. I just said that to get an appointment to see you.” She kept her voice level. She could do this. “I’m actually here to discuss one of your other patients, Roslyn Cole.” She couldn’t do this. This was a terrible idea. She should just leave now, take everything she had brought here today and walk out of the office with it, take it all to Dinah like she was supposed to and get this case out of her mind.

Doctor Thomas Klein fixed her with a level gaze. “Yes, I’m familiar with her,” he said evenly. He wasn’t going to crack easily, that was for sure. “She’s been a patient of mine for several months. Although I’m not entirely sure what business it is of yours, Ms. Bainbridge...if that is, in fact, your real name. Do you have some reason for wasting my time?”

Jessica steeled herself. It was too late to go back now. This was the point of no return. “My real name is Jessica Bainbridge, yes. I’m a private investigator. Miss Cole’s mother hired me to look into her recent activities.”

It wasn’t the point of no return yet, and she damned well knew it. The back of her mind was screaming at her, telling her to stop fucking around with this crazy, stupid, hare-brained scheme that could wreck her professional reputation, earn her some jail time, and lead to all sorts of disasters she wasn’t even imagining yet. “Roslyn’s mother, Dinah, has been worried about Roslyn for several weeks now. She claims that her daughter’s behavior has changed since she began seeing you. That she pays less attention to her family, that she breaks off arranged social events on very little notice.”

Doctor Klein didn’t even blink. “As it happens, Roslyn has serious familial issues, stemming from a domineering and controlling mother who insists on attempting to run her daughter’s life. Didn’t you think it was more than a little odd that she hired a private detective to keep tabs on her daughter’s whereabouts?”

OK, this was definitely the point of no return now. Well, almost the point of no return. Jessica wished she’d never come up with this idea. Klein was a tough customer. She had no idea how he was going to jump when she dropped the bomb on him. Jessica knew she was thinking in private eye cliches, but she needed to be the hard-boiled detective right now. She needed to be tougher than Klein to pull this off. And oh, God, did she want to pull this off.

“Let’s cut the bullshit, shall we?” Jessica said, putting an edge in her voice. Good. Think ‘tough as nails private eye’. Make him sweat. Don’t think of him as a person, think of him as a means to an end. She pulled out a manilla folder from her handbag. “I’ve been watching you for the past several weeks. I’ve taken some pictures. Those are copies, you can keep them. I’ve also got some copies of audio surveillance of your office that make for interesting listening as well.”

She handed the folder across the desk to Klein. He opened it up and looked at the photos. To his credit, he didn’t crack even then. “I see,” he said.

“Those would certainly make an interesting presentation to the AMA, or the ASCH,” Jessica said relentlessly. “I wonder what they’d say if they found out that you’d been using your hypnotherapy practice to take sexual advantage of one of your patients. Or that you’ve been convincing her to transfer funds from her bank account to yours.” She saw it there, just the little flicker of an eyelid. She had him, she knew it. “Oh yes, Doctor Klein, I’ve been doing my homework. You’ve turned Miss Cole into quite a good patient indeed.”

Doctor Klein looked up at her. Jessica’s blood ran cold at the expression on his face. He wasn’t angry, or frightened, or even concerned. His professional life was on the line, and he looked like she’d just shown him the weather reports for Kuala Lumpur. “I presume you’re interested in blackmail,” he said, “or you wouldn’t have bothered coming to me before showing this to the AMA.”

OK, now this was officially the point of no return. This was the point where the stupid idea she’d had while watching Doctor Klein hypnotize Roslyn turned into a reality. This was the point where she made the deal with the devil. She took a deep breath. “That’s right, Doctor Klein. I’m willing to turn a blind eye to your...relationship to Miss Cole. I’m even willing to let you continue fucking her, if that’s what you want. I’ll tell her mother that I haven’t found anything conclusive, and I’ll keep the evidence to myself. In exchange...” Jessica’s mind was a chaotic jumble of panic and jangling nerves, but she didn’t let any of it show. “I want you to hypnotize me.”

Doctor Klein raised an eyebrow. “I’ll admit, that wasn’t exactly what I was expecting to hear. You want me to...”

“Do to me what you did to Roslyn Cole. Not the financial aspects, of course. Just the sex. I want you to hypnotize me, put me under and have sex with me. You can do whatever you want with me while I’m in this office, just like you have been with Miss Cole. But unlike her, I expect to have my mind to myself when I leave.

“I realize that’s not exactly the kind of hypnosis you were thinking of doing when I walked into this office, but I’ve been watching you with Miss Cole for some time now. It looked...” Fucking hell. It looked unbelievable. Jessica had never really considered herself a voyeur, not even when she was doing a job that involved taking photos of cheating spouses mid-coitus. It was just business. After a while, she stopped even noticing that they were having sex.

But when she was spying on Doctor Klein and Roslyn Cole, when she looked through the telephoto lens at the woman’s face as she slipped into a hypnotic trance, when she listened to them through the directional mike as Roslyn gasped out mantras of obedience and rapturous bliss...Jessica had been masturbating herself stupid after every night she’d spent watching the two of them. It had become the centerpiece of her every sexual fantasy, it had seeped into her dreams. She had to find out what it was like. No matter how unethical, how dangerous this turned out to be. She wasn’t at the point of no return right now. She’d been at the point of no return from the moment she took this case, from the moment she watched Roslyn Cole get hypnotized. “It looked nice,” she finished lamely.

“And you’re not worried that once I’ve put you into a hypnotic trance, I’ll simply make you give me all the evidence against me and do whatever I want with you anyway?” The tone of his voice made it clear that Doctor Klein knew perfectly well that a little part of Jessica quivered at exactly that notion, that something of Jessica wanted to surrender herself to him as completely as Roslyn had.

Fortunately, that wasn’t the part that had been planning this for weeks. “Not a bit. The evidence is in a safe deposit box at my local bank—and before you ask, I don’t actually have a key to it. A friend of mine who works at the bank is keeping it for me. I’ve asked her to keep an eye on my financial transactions, as well. If I ask for the key to the box, if I start behaving strangely, if my bank account starts doing anything funny, or if you even so much as say hello to her, she knows what to do.” She didn’t know why, of course. But Cassie trusted her well enough not to ask. “We play this game on my terms, or the evidence goes straight to the AMA.”

Doctor Klein sucked in his breath through his teeth. “So let me see if I understand this correctly. My choices are as follows. I can either face professional ruination, civil and criminal charges, the end of my practice and indeed my life as I know it...or I can continue to use Roslyn Cole as my personal sex slave, and also enjoy regular sex with you as well?” He shook his head slightly. “It’s a tough choice. But seeing as my back’s against the wall, here, I suppose I’ll have to do as you say. Would you like to start now?”

“Please,” Jessica said, trying to filter out the naked longing in her voice.

Fifteen minutes later, and Jessica was reclining on Doctor Klein’s couch, staring at a metronome as it ticked back and forth and getting increasingly frustrated. “I thought you were supposed to be good at this,” she snapped. “I mean, you had Roslyn under in about five seconds.”

“I’d been working with Roslyn for six months, and she was a much better hypnotic subject than you are to begin with,” Doctor Klein said from the chair next to her in a tone that betrayed no small amount of frustration of his own. “You’re anticipating trance too much. Every time you wonder if it’s starting to work, you’re pulling yourself back out.” He stilled the metronome. “Tell me,” he said. “How do you learn?”

Jessica crinkled her forehead in confusion. It sounded like he was insulting her. “Is this some sort of weird Zen question?”

“No, it’s quite serious,” Doctor Klein responded. “I’m asking you how you, personally, learn things best. Do you read them, listen to instructions, walk through them yourself perhaps?”

“I...I suppose I walk through them. I can’t just watch someone do something, I have to try it for myself.” It felt a little weird, discussing learning styles with someone that she planned to have wild, uninhibited sex with.

“I see. Yes, that does explain a little. The metronome’s not going to be of much help because you’re a naturally kinesthetic person, as opposed to auditory or visual. You tend to respond to sensation.” He paused for a moment. “Normally, this would be a very unethical way to perform an induction, but I think we’re probably past that by now. Go ahead and take off your clothes for me.”

Jessica frowned. “I thought...I thought we’d wait until I was hypnotized for that.” In fact, that had been a waking dream for the past three days running. She’d imagined her eyes going blank and glassy, her hands moving of their own accord, peeling off her outfit slowly and sensuously...

“In future sessions, we will,” he said. “But this first time, I’m going to be using your sense of touch to help put you into trance. Please. Take off your clothes for me.”

Jessica stood up, and began unbuttoning her blouse. She felt distinctly unsexy doing it; she knew she had a nice body, but she felt like she was undressing in a doctor’s office, not for a lover. Doctor Klein’s expression didn’t help any. He wasn’t showing arousal or interest any more than he’d shown fear or panic before. He looked at her as though she was a vaguely interesting clinical discovery, like he was already thinking about writing her up for some medical journal. ‘Patient shows distinct signs of hypnophilia,’ or some such jargon.

Finally, completely naked, she returned to the couch. “Very good,” he said. He rested his right hand gently on her stomach. “What you need, Jessica, is to focus on something that you can’t ignore. You’ve been trying to focus on the metronome, or the pendant, or my eyes, but none of those things attracted your attention enough.” His hand began to move in slow circles on her belly. “That’s why you haven’t been able to fall into trance yet, Jessica. You haven’t been focusing on one thing, and letting my words just ease into your mind.”

The circles began to widen, each time moving down a little more, a little closer to...Jessica shifted position, just a little. “That’s right, Jessica. It does feel good, doesn’t it, when my hand moves over your body like this? You like being touched, being stroked, being rubbed. Tell me, Jessica,” he said as his hand dipped down below her waist, just a little at first. “How long has it been since you’ve been touched like this?”

“About...ooh...” Jessica sighed, and let her legs fall open just a tiny bit. “About six months.”

Doctor Klein reached out with his other hand, and traced the swell of her breasts with the tip of his index finger. “It’s been quite some time, then. You’ve probably wanted this a lot, haven’t you?” Jessica just nodded. His right hand was moving closer to her crotch now, and she wanted to enjoy the sensation. “You probably didn’t even think about my question before answering it, did you, Jessica?”

“I...no...” Jessica thought about that for a moment, about how easy it had been to just answer without thinking. It had been kind of an embarrassing question, really, especially given the answer. Jessica had been going long stretches with very little beyond masturbation to sustain her. It was no wonder, really, that she just kept spreading her legs wider and wider, waiting for Doctor Klein’s fingers to press against her pussy...

With a start, she realized she’d actually lost track of his words for a long moment. He’d been saying something, about what a good sign that was, about what a good girl she was, but Jessica was having increasing difficulty keeping track of his words. His left hand was now running over her aureolae, moving back and forth between her breasts and causing her nipples to stiffen and tingle, and his right hand just kept getting closer to her pussy, closer and closer but not quite touching yet. “Yes,” she said, and it took her a bit to remember what she was even agreeing with. Oh, right. She was agreeing that it felt good. That didn’t seem too hypnotic. Maybe it wasn’t working.

Doctor Klein’s hand brushed against her pussy, and she let out a soft moan. “...you...you’re very talented...” she sighed out, as his fingers stroked and fondled her cunt. It was alright if it wasn’t working, she decided. His hands just felt so good that she could relax into them and not think about whether or not she was being hypnotized. She was just enjoying this, she didn’t need to worry about anything.

She felt his fingers inside her pussy now, and that felt so good, so right. “...yes,” she said again, and this time when she tried to think about exactly what he’d said that she agreed to, it just slipped away. It wasn’t important, now, not when she was feeling so very good. She could let his words just slip away. They just slipped in through her ears while she was focusing on the...oh, fuck...the wonderful feelings in her body, just settled down in her brain and made a home there while she enjoyed the way Doctor Klein made her feel.

Doctor Klein made her feel so good. She could hear herself panting now, in between breathy chants of “yes” and “i understand,” and she did understand. Doctor Klein was making her feel good. This was exactly what she had wanted all these weeks, to just let everything else slip away into trance. Jessica moaned as she realized she had really gone into trance, but the knowledge wasn’t enough to snap her out of it, not this time. Every time she tried to wake up, she knew that she would just focus on the good feelings in her clit and the way those fingers felt in her cunt and she would slip deeper, instead. And that would feel so good.

She knew his hand wasn’t touching her breast anymore, but it felt like too much effort to open her eyes and look to see where it was. She tried to remember exactly when her eyes had slipped shut, but every time she tried to think, she felt another sparking tingle in her clit and the thought fell away. She knew that she didn’t need to think. She just needed to feel and obey. Feel and obey. She wondered briefly where the ‘obey’ had come from, but wondering was thinking and Jessica just needed to feel and obey.

When she felt his hand briefly slide out of her pussy, and then return, and he climbed onto the couch to straddle her body in a sixty-nine, Jessica realized what he’d been doing with his other hand, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t mind that he was naked. It made sense. She’d agreed to have sex with him, she’d agreed to do whatever he wanted while they were in this office. That made so much sense. Everything made sense to Jessica while she was this deeply hypnotized. She was warm and safe and relaxed, and it was easy to obey. “i obey,” she said, opening her mouth wide so that he could slide his cock into it.

It felt so natural, so right to have Doctor Klein’s cock in her mouth. Her clit felt even better when she had his cock in her mouth, when she sucked it and licked it. The sensations of pleasure were overwhelming, now. She was moaning, deep-throating his cock and moaning and knowing that those moans were thrumming his cock and knowing that he was feeling so good and knowing that the pleasure she felt came from pleasing him, and the more she pleased him the better she’d feel and she wanted that now, wanted it so bad, so much, she wanted to obey because it felt soooo good...

She felt him shoot his load into her mouth, and that was all it took to push her over the edge into orgasm. Once the orgasm started, it didn’t seem to stop, either. It just felt like time had switched off, like she was just floating in that single perfect moment of bliss and letting everything else drift over her, knowing that she’d been such a good girl and had done so well and had gone so deep into hypnotic trance, and that nothing else mattered right now.

Jessica floated and drifted and listened and obeyed. Just like she’d hoped to.

Jessica closed the door and kicked off her shoes. It felt like the day had already lasted beyond its full allotment of twenty-four hours, but a glance at the clock told her that it wasn’t even 8 PM yet. It had just been one of those days, with irritable clients and court depositions and licence renewals and hassle upon hassle upon hassle. Tonight, Jessica wanted to do nothing more than take a long, slow, warm bath and then fall face first into bed. Food first, though, she thought as her stomach gave a distinct growl. Perhaps she could call out for some—

The phone rang. With a weary sigh, Jessica went over to answer it. “Hello,” she said, in a tone that suggested nothing but woe to telemarketers.

“Jessica,” Doctor Klein said on the other end of the line. “Glad to catch you. I was working late, catching up on a little paperwork, and I suddenly found myself in the mood for a little company. I thought perhaps you could head over to the office and the two of us could have another session.”

Jessica let out another breath. “It’s tempting,” she said, thinking back over the last several weeks of ‘sessions’ that the two of them had enjoyed. “But it’s been a hell of a day, and I just need to relax.”

“But hypnosis is relaxing, isn’t it, Jessica?” he replied, his voice taking on those soothing tones she remembered so well from their sessions. Jessica rolled her eyes. Maybe Doctor Klein was forgetting the ‘no hypnosis outside the office’ rule.

“Sorry, Doc,” she said. “But I’m just not in the mood tonight. Some other time.”

“Blank, Jessica,” he said. Suddenly, her aching weariness faded away, to be replaced by a slow, languid warmth that spread through her body. It didn’t seem like it spread fast; it felt like a soft, tranquil, dreamy progression into trance. But at the same time, Jessica wasn’t aware of any interval between the moment Doctor Klein spoke and the moment she felt her mind immersed in that same soft warmth.

“blank,” she said. She heard her own voice and the soft, accepting tone of her response, but it was hard to think about what she was saying. It was hard to think about anything.

“Come to the office, now, Jessica,” Doctor Klein said, and hung up. Without speaking, without really even considering what she was doing, Jessica put her shoes back on, grabbed her keys from where she’d tossed them, and headed back down the stairs to her car.

Ten minutes later, she walked into Doctor Klein’s office. He was waiting for her on the couch, his pants already around his ankles. Jessica’s eyes locked onto his cock automatically. “Good girl,” he said. “Now strip for me.”

Jessica began peeling her clothes off, just the way she’d imagined herself doing when she watched Roslyn with Doctor Klein all those weeks ago. He’d made her strip many times since then, but every time was just as exciting as she’d imagined it. By the time she got to her panties, they were damp with arousal. She peeled them off and stood in front of him, completely naked.

“Good girl,” he said. “Now, just slide yourself onto me.” Jessica nodded, her head just bobbing emptily up and down, as she straddled Doctor Klein’s crotch and slowly eased herself down onto his cock. She let out a soft sigh as she felt him fill her pussy.

“That’s right,” he said. “You remember how it gets bigger inside you, don’t you, Jessica?” She nodded again, feeling Doctor Klein’s cock swell and pulse against her clit. She rose up and down again, slowly, languidly, feeling how it penetrated her deeper with every stroke. It just kept getting bigger. She knew that. With every stroke, it would fill her more. With every stroke, it would touch her in more of her intimate places. With every stroke, it would feel better...and better...and better...

Doctor Klein was telling her other things, but his cock was too big now for her to think. It just filled her so completely now, never so much as to be painful, but feeling so big inside her that the pleasure of getting fucked by it drove out everything else. She felt her hands move up to her own breasts, caressing them, and she knew that it hadn’t been her own idea, but very little was her idea when she was in this office. That was what made it all so wonderful. When she was under Doctor Klein’s control, she didn’t have to think at all. She could just feel. And it all felt so good.

“everything feels so good,” she responded, not even remembering what she was responding to. “everything feels so good.” It was a mantra now; she loved to chant her mantras while Doctor Klein fucked her body, while Doctor Klein fucked her mind. She wanted to be fucked so totally. She’d never known just how complete pleasure could be until she’d allowed herself to be Doctor Klein’s sex toy.

She lost track of the orgasms after a while. She lost track of “a while” after a while. She never knew exactly how much time passed while she was cumming for Doctor Klein. The orgasms would just hit her, coming so quickly, lasting so long, and her sense of time just faded away with everything else. She only really knew that she wanted him to orgasm. As good as it felt to cum for him, it felt even better to make him cum. That orgasm was always the best, the most special, the most total. She needed to make him happy. She needed to please him. She needed to make him...ofuck, to make him CUM...

“And wake.” Jessica blinked. She was naked on the couch straddling Doctor Klein, her pussy feeling squishy and sticky, and it took her a long moment to connect her last waking memory in the apartment through the hazy bliss of trance and into her current situation.

“Hey!” she said. “I said I wasn’t in the mood!”

Doctor Klein rested his right hand possessively on her hip. “It sounded to me like you needed this more than you realized,” he said. “I just set your conscious mind aside for a little while and let your unconscious mind do what you really wanted to do.”

“Bullshit,” she replied. “I told you. When I’m inside this office, you can play with my head, but when I’m at home or at work, I don’t expect to get tranced. If that’s not clear, we can terminate our little arrangement right now.”

“Now, Jessica,” he said, stroking his hand up and down her side. “I’ll admit, I did bend the rules just a little, but where was the harm?”

She had to admit, as she let the memories seep through her brain, there was something pretty fucking hot about the way he’d triggered her over the phone, about the way she’d been drawn to him so helplessly, so irresistibly. “I just...” She sighed a little. “I just don’t want to set any dangerous precedents.”

“And I can respect that,” he replied. He gently ran his hand over her buttocks, and she gave another gentle sigh. “But there was no harm done. I didn’t interrupt anything important.” He put his left hand on her thigh, and began running it up and down her leg. “And you did enjoy our time together, didn’t you?”

Jessica looked at him as he continued to stroke and fondle her, and knew that there was no point in trying to lie. He’d see through it. “Yes, but...” His left hand was up near her pussy now. She had to admit, he had a very nice touch. “Just...just make sure I’m alone and not doing anything important next time, alright? I don’t want our...our relationship to interfere with my work, or my social life.”

“Trust me,” Doctor Klein said, “I’ve got nothing but your best interests in mind.”

Jessica didn’t believe him, but she definitely believed that she was getting horny again.

“I’m sorry,” the receptionist said, “but Doctor Klein is with a patient right now.”

“He’ll see me,” Jessica said impatiently. Her pussy was tingling with need, and she didn’t exactly feel like waiting a half-hour for another session. Every time she’d come out of Tom’s office (she felt like she was probably on a first-name basis with him by now, even if she did wind up calling him ‘Master’ most of the time during their sessions) it had been after the best orgasms of her life. She wanted more, and she didn’t care if it inconvenienced one of his patients. Especially since Jessica knew damn well exactly which patient he was with at the moment.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” the receptionist said, “but Doctor Klein doesn’t like being disturbed when he’s with a patient.”

“Look,” Jessica said, “just ring him up on the intercom and tell him I’m here. I guarantee you, he won’t mind.”

With a frown and a sigh, the receptionist pressed the buzzer. After a moment, Tom responded. “Yes?” he said shortly.

“I’m sorry to disturb you,” the receptionist said, “but Jessica Bainbridge is here to see you. She’s most insistent. I—”

“It’s alright,” Tom said, sounding somewhat mollified. “Just send her through.”

“But you’re with Miss Cole!” the receptionist said. “This is most irregular.”

“Yes, it is,” the voice on the intercom responded soothingly. “Which is why you’re going to forget that it ever happened as soon as Miss Bainbridge leaves, aren’t you, Shary?”

Shary’s eyes glazed over slowly in a look that Jessica recognized very well. “I’ll...forget...”

“Good girl,” Tom said. “Send her in.”

The receptionist pressed another button, and the door unlocked. “Go right in, Miss Bainbridge,” she said, her earlier reservations apparently forgotten.

Jessica slipped through the door into the office, where Tom was just settling back onto the couch. He was naked, his cock standing erect. Roslyn was kneeling on the couch as well, wearing nothing but stockings and a garter belt, gently tonguing his balls with a vacant, blissed out expression on her face. “You’ve got her well-trained,” Jessica said.

“I like to think so, yes,” Tom said, gently tousling Roslyn’s hair.

“I meant Shary,” Jessica said, frowning slightly. It wasn’t that she felt jealous, or anything, but...well, OK, perhaps she did feel a little jealous. She wanted to be the one who was all blank and mindless and vulnerable right now, and she was a little disappointed that Tom seemed more interested in Roslyn than her.

“I meant Shary as well,” Tom said. “She’s been my receptionist for almost nine years now. She could come in here right now and take notes on our session, and she wouldn’t even recognize that anything was out of place. I prefer to deal with people who are well-trained. It smoothes out life’s little surprises.” Jessica felt a shiver run down her spine from the calm in his voice. He meant it, that was the scary part. He probably enslaved anyone he had to deal with on a regular basis, just because it was easier. For all that she enjoyed their sessions, Jessica found herself once again very happy for her little insurance policy sitting in the safe deposit box.

“So,” she said. “I think you know what I’m here for.”

Tom nodded. Roslyn continued to lick.

“Well?” she said. “What are you waiting for? I mean...it’s not like it matters which one of us is fucking you, does it?”

“Well,” Tom said, “to be honest, Roslyn is a bit better-trained than you. She’s gone deeper, for longer, with fewer limitations.” It was a little chilling, the way he didn’t seem to be affected by the woman sensuously running her lips over his balls. “Frankly, if there’s a choice, I’m going to choose her. You haven’t even shaved your pussy yet, have you?”

“Yes!” Jessica said, aware of the sudden tone of desperation in her voice. “Yes, I...I did it three days ago, just like you wanted. See?” She pulled her skirt up and slid her panties aside, revealing smooth flesh.

Tom sighed. “It is very nice, but Roslyn didn’t even wear panties to our session today. Please understand, it isn’t anything personal. You’re both equally beautiful. It’s just that as I say, Roslyn is better trained than you are. She wants to please me more.” He smiled crookedly. “I like that in a woman.”

Jessica gritted her teeth. “Maybe you’re forgetting something,” she said. “She might be better trained, but I’m the one who can blow the whistle on this whole deal. That earns me a little bit of favor in the decision-making process, I think. Roslyn’s not going to mind if you’re not fucking her. I am. And that means we do this when I say we do this.” Jessica tried not to crack the whip like that too often. She knew Tom hated the fact that she had leverage on him, and she had enough of a healthy respect for his intelligence not to push the issue. But she was absolutely gagging for it.

Tom let out a sigh. “Oh, alright,” he said at last. “I think I can find something for us to do that won’t leave Roslyn out of the equation. Freeze, Jessica.”

Suddenly, Jessica felt all her muscles go absolutely rigid. For a brief moment, she was terrified. She hadn’t even known about this particular trigger. But it wasn’t as though she’d actually specified that she should get to remember all the triggers; she knew that some of the details of their sessions were fuzzy. And that was alright. That was fine, just fine. Jessica relaxed a little, her worries fading into the background for now. She was curious to see where Tom was going with this.

“Roslyn,” Tom said, “I want you to stand up now.” Jessica watched the other woman climb off the couch. She recognized her from the pictures, but pictures didn’t quite convey just how sexy that look of vacant rapture could be. Jessica didn’t do girls, but that glassy, sleepy, half-lidded look was so hot. Jessica almost wished she could see pictures of herself looking like that. “Roslyn, this is Jessica. I want you to walk over to her and undress her now.”

Jessica tried to move, tried to say something, to explain that she didn’t want Roslyn undressing her. She wanted to tell Tom that she wasn’t into women, that she wanted Tom to be the one to touch her body, to fondle her and caress her and fuck her. But all that came out through unmoving lips was a low whimper.

“You can speak, Jessica,” Tom said as Roslyn undid the buttons of her blouse, slowly. After each button, she stroked her fingers a little bit further down Jessica’s body, pushing the fabric aside to reveal more flesh.

“Please, Tom, I...this isn’t what I meant.” Roslyn was down to the last button now, and was sliding the blouse back over her shoulders. Jessica couldn’t move her own limbs, but Roslyn seemed to be able to manipulate them easily. “I don’t...I’m not into women.”

“Just another way that Roslyn is better trained, Jessica,” Tom said. Roslyn was pulling her skirt down, and it pooled around Jessica’s ankles. “She’s into anyone I want her to be into. Men, women...she understands that it’s just another way of pleasing me. I’m very happy with Roslyn, Jessica. You know how good that must feel to her.”

Jessica knew. Her breath quickened at the thought, and she could tell by the look on Roslyn’s face exactly how good it felt. “I...I...” Roslyn’s hands reached around, unsnapping Jessica’s bra. She could feel it, the insistent pull of Tom’s voice over the last few months, the understanding of just how good it felt to make him happy. “Yes,” she said, falling back on the default response when Tom told her things. She always knew that when she didn’t know how to respond to Tom’s commands, that ‘yes’ was the right thing to say.

“You want me to be as happy with you as I am with Roslyn, don’t you, Jessica?” Roslyn was pulling down Jessica’s panties. She could feel the sticky sensation as they peeled away from her flesh, could feel Roslyn’s breath on her crotch as she knelt in front of Jessica to make sure they came all the way off.

Jessica whimpered as she felt Roslyn pulling her shoes off, leaving her wearing nothing but stockings and a garter belt. Jessica hadn’t been big on wearing stockings before, but now she wore them to every session. “...yes...” Jessica felt her will just melting away, now, under the heat of her own desire. She wasn’t even sure exactly what she was agreeing to, lesbian sex or forgetting panties or going deeper, but if it meant Tom would choose her instead of Roslyn, it didn’t matter. She’d agree to any of it.

“And you’re so glad that you can see how well Roslyn obeys me, so that you can understand how to obey me even better, aren’t you, Jessica?” Jessica felt a faint flash of memory, something from their last session, something about being directed to arrive at a certain time, but the insistent pressure in her mind to respond to Tom’s question washed it away.

“yes,” she said, aware that her mind was starting to get hazy even without a trigger or an induction, but knowing that was normal. She wanted to be in trance for Tom, and it just happened naturally. She knew he wanted her to be in trance for him, and so she let her mind slip away. That made everything feel even better.

“You can move now, Jessica, but you’ll find that your hands are just magnetically attracted to Roslyn’s breasts. The harder you try to fight the pull, the stronger it gets, until you just won’t be able to keep your hands away from her titties.” Jessica wasn’t sure anymore why she would try to fight the pull, but it didn’t matter. She couldn’t. She felt her hands just lock onto Roslyn’s breasts, and it seemed so natural from there to rub them and fondle them.

“See how simple it is, Jessica. The more you try to fight, the more you try to resist, the harder it gets, doesn’t it?” Jessica just nodded, the words sinking in as she ran her thumbs back and forth over Roslyn’s nipples. “So really, there’s never any point in trying to fight. There’s never any point in trying to resist. You can see that now. You can see how much better it is just to please me.”

Jessica nodded again, her breath coming in short gasps. She found herself pressing closer to Roslyn, feeling the other girl’s skin so soft against her own, and that felt just perfect. Tom was saying something else, and she knew that she was really beginning to sink into deeper trance because she couldn’t remember exactly what it was but she found herself kissing Roslyn and knowing Tom was happy with her for doing it.

He just kept talking, and Jessica couldn’t really take it all in but she kept having all these wonderful ideas. It seemed like such a wonderful idea to head over to the couch as Tom got up, seemed like such a wonderful idea to get on top of Roslyn, her head facing Roslyn’s crotch. It seemed like such a wonderful idea to lean down and begin gently lapping at Roslyn’s sweet, moist pussy, even as Roslyn licked at hers. It seemed like such a wonderful idea to relax her buttocks and let Tom’s hard cock slide into her ass. Once, she knew, she would never have been interested in anal play. But refusing was too much like resisting, and resisting was too much like fighting, and the harder she fought against the desire, the stronger it got.

Which meant that she wanted Tom to fuck her up the ass. She was so glad Tom had suggested it.

Jessica burst into the office, her face a mask of fury. “You son of a bitch,” she said coldly.

Tom looked up. “Ah, Jessica,” he said. “Good to see you again. Is there a problem? I’m free for the next two hours.”

“Is there a problem?” Jessica snarled. “Is there a fucking problem? I talked to Greg LaSalle today, Tom. Deadbeat client of mine, been waiting for a check from him for about two weeks. You know what he told me? He told me he’d paid me with a money order for the full amount he owed me, a week and a half ago. He even showed me the carbon.” Her hands clenched involuntarily into fists. “I don’t remember getting that money order, Tom. Now why would I get a money order, not remember it, and not see it wind up in my bank account?”

“Because you gave it to me,” Tom said calmly. “You endorsed it over to me, and then forgot about it, just like you were told. It never occurred to you to remember, just like it never occurred to you why you started asking certain clients for payment in cash or money order instead of a check, or why you’ve had so many ‘deadbeat clients’ the last few months. See? A very simple explanation for it all.”

Jessica stomped over to the desk. “You fucker!” she shouted, slamming her fists down in front of him. “You know our agreement involved no financial loss on my part!”

“Strictly speaking, Jessica, it was ‘your’ agreement, not ‘ours’. I was coerced into following along. It really shouldn’t surprise you that I did everything I could to find a way around it.”

Jessica glared at him. “Then maybe it’s time to dissolve ‘my’ agreement. Maybe I should just go back to Cassie and tell her it’s time to show the contents of that safety deposit box to the AMA.” She hadn’t meant to mention Cassie’s name, but anger had let it slip. It didn’t matter. She knew that ultimately, she had him up against the wall. He’d have to back down, just like he always had.

“OK,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “Go right ahead.”

Jessica stared at him for a long moment in confusion and anger.

“Well?” he said. “What are you waiting for? Go run along and tell your friend.”

“I’m serious!” Jessica exclaimed. But she didn’t move.

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” Tom said dismissively. “I’ve always taken you at your word, Jessica. You can expose me at any time.” He paused. “Of course, then where would you go to get your fix?”

“I...I don’t know what you...” A sick chill was growing in Jessica’s stomach.

“You know perfectly well what I mean, Jessica.” Tom just stared at her, his eyes not betraying his triumph any more than they’d betrayed anything else. “If I go to jail, lose my practice, whatever consequences come about from your revelation, your sessions end. No more hypnosis, no more sex, no more fun with Roslyn and I. And you know what, Jessica? I think I’m willing to risk the notion that you’re not ready to give that up just yet.” He smiled coldly. It was the most emotion Jessica had ever seen him show. “Go ahead. Prove me wrong. Walk out that door and expose me for the monster I am.”

Jessica didn’t move. It felt like she couldn’t. “You’ve...you’ve done something to me,” she gasped out in raw terror. “Hypnotized me...”

“Several times,” he said. “And I could do it again, right now. But I won’t, Jessica. This has nothing to do with hypnosis. I don’t need to hypnotize you. I know you’re no more capable of walking out that door than you are of flying out that window. You’ve gone too far to stop now, and you know it. If you didn’t, you’d have gone to the bank instead of coming here to see me. But you came here. You knew, deep down, that I hypnotized you into handing over that money, and knowing how much power I must have over you to be able to do that, you came right back to me again. You’ll always come back to me, Jessica. You’re mine.”

Jessica stared at Tom in horror, her eyes locked onto his. Arousal throbbed beneath the fear, making the fear worse, the fear intensifying the arousal until her insides churned with conflicting emotions. “Stop it,” she moaned out, “stop whatever you’re doing to me...”

“I’m not doing anything. I don’t have to do anything. I don’t need triggers or inductions to control you anymore, Jessica, and we both know it. You’re going to do whatever I tell you from now on, even when you’re wide awake. No more pretending, Jessica. No more fooling yourself that you’re only doing what I say because I’ve hypnotized you. You’re not in trance right now, you’re not under any post-hypnotic suggestions, but I don’t see you disobeying me, do you? Time to tell the truth. You can’t stop yourself now. You want to be mine. You ache to be mine. You are mine. Admit it, Jessica. Let your will break completely now, just like you’ve always wanted it to. Give in and obey. Admit the truth to me, to yourself. Now.”

She couldn’t look away. The throbbing in her cunt was like a second heartbeat now. “...yes...” she heard herself say in a tiny voice.

“Yes, what?”

Jessica dropped to her knees. There was no point in pretending anymore. “yes, Master,” she said, feeling the bubble of free will finally pop in her head once and for all.

“Good girl,” Tom said. “Blank.” Jessica felt her mind still completely, waiting to take in commands, and that felt better than ever now. “Now,” Tom said, “about that evidence. I think it’s time to expand your skill sets a bit, now that you know who’s in charge. Doesn’t that sound good, Jessica?”

“yes, Master,” she said. She couldn’t respond any other way.

Jessica gave Cassie a hug. “Girl’s night in!” she said with a smile. “It’s been too long.”

Cassie held up a handful of DVDs. “Got the flicks if you’ve got the popcorn,” she said. “God, how long has it been since we’ve done one of these?”

“Three months,” Jessica said. “It’s just been crazy at work, feels like I’ve been Red Queen running forever. Tons of new clients, and half of them skip out on the check. Feels like I’m working twice as hard to make the same amount of money.”

“Shit,” Cassie said sympathetically. “I gotta admit, I was beginning to worry about you. Ever since you gave me that line about ‘keeping an eye on you’, about nine months ago...what was all that about, anyway? I mean, I don’t want to pry, but...you gotta admit, I’ve been patient like a good girl.” Jessica froze for a moment, but Cassie didn’t notice. “So come on, dish.”

Jessica pretended to consider it. “I don’t know...” she said. She noticed the frustrated look on Cassie’s pixie-ish features and giggled. “Alright,” she said. “I’ll show you. Come over here.” She took Cassie by the hand and led her to the couch. “It’s about this,” she said, gesturing to a small gadget that sat on the end table.

“What is it?” Cassie said, sitting down. “Some sort of secret spy device you’re guarding for the King of England or something?”

“No, silly,” Jessica said. “It’s just a metronome. You know, like they use for keeping time in music?”

“Oh. No, I didn’t know,” Cassie said, “I’ve never been much of a music girl. Books and movies for me.”

Jessica nodded. “Very visually oriented,” she said, setting the metronome into motion. “Then you’ll love this.”

Cassie looked at the metronome for a long moment as it swayed back and forth regularly. “Why, does it do something else after a while?”

“Just keep watching,” Jessica said. “You’ll see.”

Cassie kept watching, following the regular motion of the pendulum with her big blue eyes. “I don’t get it,” she said after another long moment. “What’s this got to do with your big secret?”

“Well,” Jessica said, sitting down next to her, “it’s a long, boring story. In fact, that’s why I haven’t told it to you. Because I thought that if you just sat there, listening to me talk, that you’d probably fall into a soft, relaxing sleep. So I figured I’d start the metronome moving, and that would give your eyes something to focus on while you listened to my voice.

“Now you can just keep watching, just let your body stay still while your eyes follow the motion of the metronome, and you can listen to my story. But it is still a very long, very boring story, and you’re probably not going to be able to follow every word of it. That’s alright, Cassie. Sometimes you’ll just be sitting there, watching the metronome, following it back and forth, back and forth, back and forth and my words will just sink into your mind without you even noticing. You’re still hearing them, though. Hearing without listening, relaxing and watching the metronome.

“And maybe even the relaxing, soothing motion of the metronome won’t be enough to keep you awake forever, Cassie. Because it is such a long, boring story that your mind just goes still and quiet, and your eyes just get heavy, and you just find your every muscle relaxing as you stare at the metronome, listening to my voice and watching it tick back and forth. Your mind is just going open and blank, because the story is so long and relaxing, and you find yourself wishing that you could just close your eyes and sink down into the couch and let my words wash into your sleepy, vulnerable mind.

“It is getting so hard to keep your eyes open as you listen, Cassie, and the more you try to keep them open, the heavier they get, and the harder it is to watch the sway of the metronome, and the more you just want to slump down and listen to my words. You’re trying so hard to keep your eyes open now, but they’re fluttering and heavy and in a moment, when you hear me snap my fingers, they’re going to slip shut into a nice, deep, relaxing sleep. A sleep where you can keep listening to my voice, where you can easily and effortlessly respond to my words and stay so relaxed. Doesn’t that sound nice, Cassie?”

“...yes...” Already, Cassie’s voice sounded thick and dreamy. Jessica knew that Master had been right when he’d described the best way to hypnotize her. She’d been so happy to tell him all about Cassie, describe everything about her good friend so that Master could make Jessica enslave her. She was so glad her friend was such a good hypnotic subject. It would make it so easy for Jessica to follow her commands from Master. She hoped she could convince Master to keep this one, because watching her slide into helpless, dreamy, sexy trance, Jessica badly wanted to fuck Cassie right now.

Jessica snapped her fingers, and Cassie’s head slumped forwards onto the arm of the couch. “Very good,” Jessica said. “Now, Cassie, I’m going to tell you all about the safe deposit box you’ve been watching for me, and about what you need to do with it...”

Jessica held out the folder in one hand over a metal wastebasket. The surveillance tapes were balanced on top of it. In her other hand, she held a cigarette lighter.

“Go ahead, Jessica,” Master said. “You know what will make me happy.” That was all it took. She flicked the lighter, her eyes already hypnotically fixating on the flame. She brought it closer and closer to the manilla folder, knowing that the evidence she was holding was the only thing that kept her from being totally vulnerable to her Master’s will. That alone was reason enough to burn it.

She touched the flame to the paper, and held it long enough to make sure it took. Then she dropped the folder into the wastebasket. “Good girl,” Master said.

“Thank You, Master,” she said as she watched it burn. She knew her eyes were vacant and blank, just like the girl’s in the photos she was destroying. She knew her voice was dreamy and placid, just like the girl’s in the tapes that were beginning to warp and melt in the heat. She knew that she had become the girl she had fantasized about, more truly than she ever thought possible. She shuddered in pleasure, waiting helplessly for the moment when Master would decide to take her willing flesh.