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The Hypno-Domme Next Door

Smoky Submission

Sharon looked at Christie as they were closing the office for the week at 3 p.m. “You have had such a spring in your step today! And we’re closing early for a change! I’d almost think that you had a hot date or something tonight!” Her boss/roommate just smiled at her. “You do have a hot date! Do I know the lucky girl?”

“No, you don’t Sharon, and it’s not a she,” Christie smiled mysteriously. It’s not a “date,” either, but “something” might begin to cover it. “Let’s get home. I have to get ready.” Christie had been looking forward to this ever since she’d gone out with Michelle and Sharon. Kenny was within her grasp; his post-hypnotic commands were awaiting her trigger. Now all she needed was some careful conditioning to enslave him completely. It didn’t hurt that Michelle and he were still extremely attracted to each other, having had dinner and sex last night. Christie had caught a blushing Michelle returning a little after midnight and the thin walls between the town homes made for good listening. Any plans Michelle had for the weekend had been overridden last night by Christie; Kenny would be having dinner at their place tonight, and if all went according to plan, he would not be leaving until Sunday, after having become another one of Christie’s hypno-toys. She felt her pussy throb at the thought. Who would have thought...

* * *

“Nina, I have a confession to make,” Christie said, three months away from completing her doctoral dissertation. “Sharon’s not just my roommate any more. We’re lovers.”

Nina Semzidakis seemed to take this all in stride, barely pausing over her soup. “So that’s why you’ve been scarce of late. And here I was, thinking that it had something to do with your dissertation. Silly me,” her teacher/advisor/lover replied with a smile. “I knew this would happen sooner or later, that you would find someone more your own age, Christie. So I’m not as thunderstruck as you might think, nor am I the vengeful sort.”

“I know that, Nina,” Christie said. “That’s not the confession part. I figured that you of all people would understand if I found another woman.” Nina looked up from the meal. “The confession is that... well... I’ve violated professional ethics.” Nina asked her how, given that she wasn’t even a professional yet. “I’ve... turned Sharon into my lover. With hypnosis.”

“So she’s the experimental subject in your dissertation,” Nina sighed. “’Long-term Behavior Modification Using Post-Hypnotic Automated Triggers.’ I gather that it works.” Her mentor’s face was unreadable.

“Yes, it does, at least in those who have high enough suggestibility indices, like Sharon. She’s always been too easy to hypnotize.”

“So how did this come about, and what, if anything, are you planning to do about it?”

“She’s always complained about men ever since I’ve known her,” Christie began, but Nina waved dismissively. “Well, if you want to know the truth, seeing her with that blank expression made me hot. Every time I practiced hypnosis with her, I kept getting hotter and hotter. One night, I was a little—drunk—and masturbated in front of her after I put her into trance.”

Nina nodded. “And that led to the need for stronger and stronger stimuli until...”

“I made her do me.”

“And?”

“I came so hard that I passed out.”

“So, it was the most charged encounter you’ve had in your life to this point? Even beyond that first night with the Sybian?” Christie nodded, searching for a glint of understanding in Nina’s eyes. “Doctor, heal thyself. You have a fetish. It’s not a severe one, since you don’t need to put someone into a submissive trance to get aroused—” Nina paused to see the excitement flash across Christie’s face. “—But it does something extra for you.” Christie nodded again. “Is this restricted to Sharon, or are there others?”

“It’s Sharon. You should see her sitting there, all still and her eyes open and blank...” Christie shifted in her seat. “And she’s so beautiful. Besides, I can’t run around hypnotizing everybody.”

“Well, Christie, I can’t give you the answer you want. You’ll have to release her at some point. I think that if you do that, then we will consider that this specific conversation never took place, because I’m afraid that if it ever became general knowledge, your career in hypnotherapy would be over before it started.” Nina lit one of her long Nat Sherman’s cigarettes. “I want you to understand that I’m not saying this out of jealousy, but out of professional concern. I don’t want to see you throw everything you’ve worked for away.”

Christie nodded and accepted the counsel. After updating her advisor on the progress of her dissertation, she returned to her apartment, where Sharon sat watching some movie in the living room. She let a loud, unhappy sigh go as she put her backpack down and joined her roommate on the couch. Sharon was smoking one of Christie’s Saratogas, which excited Christie, even as she tried to fight it. Sharon asked her what was wrong. “Sharon’s going somewhere over the rainbow,” she said, for what was to be the last time. Sharon blinked a few times, then her eyes closed as she sighed. “Deeper for me, lover. Let yourself truly relax into the peace and calm of my voice as your body is floating away and your mind hears only my voice, only my voice telling you what to do.” As Sharon went into a deeper trance, Christie figured that it was going to be the last time, so what the heck. She took off her pants, and began to caress herself as she directed Sharon to continue smoking in her trance and that she was all alone in the apartment and getting very, very horny, and no one was around so she could touch herself and...

She wound up not taking Nina’s advice, instead choosing to hide her hypnosis fetish. After all, it was just Sharon, and it wasn’t as if she were going to run around hypnotizing every sweet young thing she saw, although the More-smoking blonde at school was tempting. Christie had managed to graduate with honors, and while she thought that she had kept Nina in the dark, given her mentor’s perceptiveness, she was never sure, especially after Nina introduced her to a couple of friends who were into the local BDSM scene at her graduation party, complete with knowing look. At any rate, Nina had accepted a position on the East Coast during Christie’s last semester and was leaving town in a month, so her secret was safe. It didn’t take long for Christie to be accepted as a domme in the local scene, especially with the things she could make Sharon do under hypnosis. It got even better when Michelle moved back to town with a job that kept her out of town enough that having her own place was overkill. Christie had suggested that Michelle move in with her and Sharon, and the three of them had found this large townhouse. It was also apparent that Michelle would, at the least, have to have some mental adjustments to fit in with Christie and Sharon. While not as suggestible or submissive as Sharon, Michelle was easy enough to hypnotize once she was living in the same place. Christie also found out that having Michelle in trance was arousing too.

Now it was time for Michelle’s new boyfriend to fall under Christie’s spell as well. “Sharon, light my Saratoga,” Christie commanded. Her roommate/lover helplessly obeyed, and as the smoke wafted around her, her eyes closed, signaling her trance. Christie gave Sharon some instructions, and left her sitting on the bed repeating her deepening mantra. Michelle was in trance as well, thanks to a quick cell phone conversation, and was on her way to the restaurant from work. She was the one picking up dinner, which kept her away from Kenny for the moment. Time to set up her new toy, who had been home for about an hour, if the noises from next door were any indication. Christie opened Kenny’s door as quietly as she could with the key he’d given her. She lit a Saratoga before softly calling his name. There was no response, but there was familiar soft music playing in the living room. She walked through the foyer and saw why her entry had gone completely unnoticed. This was very good.

Kenny was sitting in his chair, eyes closed, listening to the CD she’d given him. She walked over to the chair and announced, “Sexy Saratoga!” Kenny startled out of his light trance, turning to face her, but Christie was already exhaling smoke into his face. He melted into the chair, going into a much deeper trance. She felt a sudden urge, but pushed it away as she whispered into his ear. “That’s very good, Kenny, what are you doing now?” He smelled nice. Must have already showered for his date.

“Watching Michelle smoke... Movie in my mind...” he managed.

“Yes... and when you watch Michelle smoke what can you hear, Kenny?”

“Your... voice... Ssssound... track...”

“Yes, Kenny, and when you hear the soundtrack of my voice you will relax and you will do what I tell you because Christie is your friend, and it makes you feel good and relaxed, and comfortable. Listen to Christie, you want to do what Christie says because it makes you feel good. Now listen to me carefully Kenny as you relax, I have something very important to tell you. You are going to have dinner with Sharon and Michelle and me in our apartment tonight. Doesn’t that sound nice? You can go out with Michelle later, just like you planned, but dinner with us is a good idea, it will be fun...”

“Yes... Christie,” Kenny blankly replied. “Fun... dinner...”

“I will call you on the phone when dinner is ready, and you will come over to visit us and have dinner before your date with Michelle.” He hummed happily; her suggestion agreed with him. “Until I call you on the phone, you will stay here, in your favorite chair, listening to your favorite CD. You will only hear the telephone and your favorite CD. If you happen to see Michelle, you will not feel the need to stop her, or speak to her because you know that you are having dinner and a date tonight. You will remain in your favorite chair, Kenny as you relax, relax completely, body getting heavy, mind slowing, watching Michelle smoke and listening to my voice as you go into a deep, deep, relaxing sleep. Such a deep, relaxing sleep. Yes, Kenny, relax, so comfortable and warm, only hearing my voice, the CD, and the telephone...”

“On-ly... y’r... voissss,” he slurred.

“You will awake feeling alert and refreshed when you hear the telephone ring. Until then, sleep deeply... Now!” With that, Kenny was out and the bulge in his pants began to shrink. That meant that he wasn’t watching his mental movie of Michelle smoking, and therefore, he was completely hypnotized. She left his place with a very satisfied and evil smile. Time to change into something a little sexier and check on Sharon’s progress. When Christie entered her bedroom, four of Christie’s cigarette holders had been cleaned and were laid carefully on a towel on the dressing table. Sharon was lying down on the bed taking a hypnotic nap. Christie gently tapped her twice on the forehead, and said, “When you hear me call ‘dinner’s ready,’ you will come downstairs, entranced and enslaved, but you will act completely normal. Repeat if you understand, my beautiful slave.”

“I will come downstairs... act normal when... dinner’s ready. I will be entranced... and enslaved. I obey... my mistress Christie.” Christie’s heart beat a little faster, and a warm tingly feeling crept upwards through her body. She was determined to subjugate Kenny tonight, however, and anything else until his complete acknowledgement of her control was a distraction. She took a deep breath and said aloud, “The first thing a domme has to learn how to control is herself.” The sexual heat and the anticipation of the night to come faded immediately as her own self-hypnotic trigger did its job, and she went about preparing herself for an evening of seduction and domination.

She had just finished dressing when Michelle arrived with the food. Christie felt the tingle again and allowed herself to luxuriate in the anticipation for a moment. She gave Sharon some more commands, which also gave Michelle a chance to put the food down. Lighting a Saratoga in her long holder, she casually walked out of her bedroom. “Regard your Mistress, Michelle,” she throatily said as she appeared at the top of the steps, holder aloft.

The zaftig blonde’s eyes widened as she slowly sank to her knees watching Christie approach. “Yes, I must obey my mistress,” she whispered as a long-established post-hypnotic command took hold of her, emptying her mind. Christie drank in the thrill of Michelle’s hypnotic submission as she slowly circled the kneeling girl who was regarding her with wonder and devotion. She stopped in front of Michelle, took a long, demonstrative draw from the holdered cigarette, slowly snap-inhaled it, and then exhaled forcefully down at Michelle. Michelle swayed drunkenly for a second or two before her eyes closed.

“Listen to me, my dear slave,” Christie began. “Tonight, you will begin to learn how to use your power. You will be learning how to make the man of your dreams yours. I will teach you, and show you and you will learn.” Michelle repeated a sleepy, “I will learn...” “First, I will ask you some questions, which you will answer completely, and truthfully. You can keep nothing a secret from your Mistress if she asks, and you know this, so you will not get upset, or feel strange. You will remain deeply asleep, completely relaxed, deeply hypnotized and obedient to your Mistress.” Michelle made a noise that Christie took as consent. After all, Michelle couldn’t possibly object in her present condition.

Christie resumed, “Kenny has a smoking fetish. This means that he is highly aroused by you when you smoke. This is the tool you will use to make him yours. Your mistress will help you to make him yours. Does this make you happy, my slave?”

“Yes... Mistress...” This response was much less sleepy-sounding. Obviously, the prospect excited Michelle, even in trance.

“Excellent. Then you will obey my every command tonight. You will not flirt with him; instead, you will allow your mistress to prepare him for your control. Everything that I do tonight will achieve your goal of having a relationship with him, and it will not bother you at all. Everything that happens tonight is for you and Kenny, and you will have no questions, no worries, you will remain calm, relaxed, and obedient. Do you understand, slave?”

“Yes, Mistress. I understand and obey. I will obey all of your commands tonight.”

“You will go upstairs to my room. There you will find Sharon. You will practice smoking with a cigarette holder.” Michelle started to get a little agitated, just like she had last night, hinting at some sort of strong discomfort with cigarette holders, so Christie quickly added, “Kenny likes women who use cigarette holders. He thinks it’s very sexy. Don’t you want to be sexy for Kenny?” before she could snap herself out of trance. Michelle sighed and calmed down visibly. “Very good, slave Michelle, relaxed and obedient, the sound of my voice makes you so relaxed and completely obedient.” After determining that Michelle was deeply tranced once more, she resumed, “When Sharon says that you are ready, you will change into your special outfit, the one we all went shopping for this week. Do you know which one that is?” Michelle nodded slowly. “When you are dressed, you will call, ‘Mistress, I am ready,’ and then wait in your room until you hear me call ‘dinner’s ready.’ Only then will you come downstairs, acting normal, but still deeply asleep, still deeply hypnotized, still obedient.” Michelle assented, and Christie sent her upstairs to perform her duties. It was about an hour before Christie heard Michelle call to her. She smiled, and called Kenny on the phone. It was going to be a great weekend. The sound of her doorbell snapped her out of her pleasant reverie. Everybody had to eat before anything could happen—hypnosis could fool someone into thinking they weren’t hungry, but the body couldn’t always be fooled. Besides, Kenny was going to need fuel.

Dinner was quiet; Christie could sense the sexual tension between Kenny and Michelle. Even though she was in trance, she was commanded to act normally. Therefore, Michelle was flirting up a storm, and Kenny was very interested. The cute black dress that Michelle had bought emphasized her round curves, so that didn’t hurt, either. “So, where were you going to take Michelle tonight?” Christie innocently asked towards the end of the meal.

Kenny seemed shocked by the sound. “Comedy club, I think. That is, if she would like it.” Michelle nodded, smiling broadly. Kenny could have asked her to a dungeon opening and she would have done the same. At any rate, he was getting antsy, dinner was essentially over, and it was time for Christie to make a move.

“Michelle,” Christie said, still sounding innocent, “you’d better go upstairs and get ready to go. I think Kenny’s just about out of patience.” He blushed as he watched Michelle trot upstairs, ostensibly to get her things. “I think it’s time for a sexy Saratoga.” Kenny looked at her quizzically as she lit a cigarette. She exhaled into his face; his eyes blinked a couple of times. “That’s right Kenny, focus on the smoke and my voice and relax, relax and watch your movie.” He sank into the chair, smiling, and his eyes closed. “What do you hear, Kenny, now that you are watching the movie?”

“I hear... your voice.”

“Very good, Kenny, and as you listen to my voice you relax even more because it makes you relaxed and happy to listen to Christie, because Christie is your friend, and you like to do things for Christie because she makes you relaxed and happy.” Kenny’s blank, “yes,” sent a charge through her panties. She directed him to the sofa. “Now, Kenny, you and I are going to have a chat. Are you still watching Michelle smoke?”

“Yes...”

“Excellent, Kenny. That is very good. I want you to feel more relaxed, more comfortable, it’s such a wonderful feeling as you listen to the soundtrack of the movie, and you will answer all of my questions because I am your friend and it makes you feel so good to answer my questions. You like to watch Michelle smoke. It excites you when Michelle smokes, yes?” Kenny agreed. “Do you like to watch Sharon smoke as well?” Yes, he did. “Do you like to watch me smoke?” He hemmed and hawed a little, causing Christie to prompt, “If you tell Christie the truth you will feel so much better, so relaxed, so happy...”

“S’Alright... But... not... as... sexy.”

Christie frowned. What? I’m the one that taught Sharon and Michelle how to be sexy smokers. She pushed the momentary annoyance away. His fetish made him easy to manipulate, so she’d have to play into his fantasy and feed his fetish. “What would make Christie a sexier smoker, Kenny, how would you like to see Christie smoke? Remain relaxed and calm, and tell Christie the truth so you can feel so much better,” she cajoled.

“Mores... Cigarette holder... very sexy,” Kenny mumbled.

Damn! He would pick those. Well, it would have to wait. She questioned him in detail about his fetish, narrating the movie in his mind to fit what he was saying, and watching the lump in his pants become a very stark outline of the tip of a decent cock. “Christie wants you to realize that you are very aroused, but you like being this aroused, and you can stay this aroused because the sensations from your cock are much less strong, so you don’t have to worry about coming and losing that gorgeous erection, that sense of being so ready, and you believe me because you know that I am your friend and it makes you comfortable and relaxed to listen to my voice and you enjoy doing what I say.” Her quick discourse gave him no chance to protest and its circular nature redirected his mind into a more instinctive obedience of her words. “Very good. Do you want Christie to make you feel even better, even happier?” Of course he did. “Michelle, come here,” she commanded.

Michelle came down the stairs, still flawlessly dressed and made up. “Stop.” The tingle was threatening to overwhelm Christie’s self-control as Michelle stood next to her, eyes vacant. She softly repeated her self-hypnosis mantra, took a deep breath, and resumed her task. “Kenny, when I count to three, you will open your eyes, remaining deeply asleep, happy to hear my voice, willing to do what I say because you are completely relaxed and comfortable. Do you understand?” His slurred response drew a smile from her as she counted. When his eyes opened, they focused on Michelle, and she could almost feel his arousal surge. Christie said, “Michelle, take a quarter-turn, and smoke for your mistress.” Michelle turned, lit her Virginia Slim 120, and tilted her head upwards, exhaling slowly through pursed lips. Christie found it interesting that she and Kenny liked to watch many of the same things, and that was something else she could turn to her advantage. He watched Michelle, enraptured by the sight of his fantasy. “Yes, Kenny, feel what watching her does for you,” Christie purred, “as you watch Michelle smoke at my command, yes Kenny, she does what I tell her to do and I can make her smoke for you in the way you like when you want to watch her smoke like this. Would you like it if I were to command her for you like that?” Kenny frantically said yes. “Then take your pants off for Michelle, so she can see how much she’s affecting you as she smokes and you feel even more aroused than before.” Kenny was kicking off his pants and his cock sprang free. Michelle hadn’t embellished anything in the description. Christie sent her upstairs to fetch Sharon immediately after she had finished her cigarette.

She stroked the topside of Kenny’s cock, making him stir and moan, telling him how good she would make him feel so very soon and how he couldn’t let it all go just yet and how it felt good because he was listening to her. His breathing began to get ragged. Now he was almost ready. When Michelle returned with Sharon, Christie kissed Kenny on his ear and whispered, “Watch and listen to my voice.” She stood, and addressed both women. “Ladies of Holder Elegance.” Kenny’s gasp did not go unnoticed as Sharon and Michelle followed the command, each fitting a cigarette into a holder, lighting it, and posing for the first exhale. “Watch them, Kenny,” Christie intimated, landing back at his side. She continued her seduction. “Does this excite you even more? I can make this happen as often as you wish... Al you have to do is make Christie happy and you can do that by relaxing when Christie tells you and listening to what Christie says and doing what Christie tells you and Christie can make this happen for you if you just do what Christie tells you—” She began to stroke him slowly. “—Watch my slaves do what I tell them as you feel me wrapped around you and you are beginning to feel so good and I can make this happen if you just obey me, I can make Michelle and Sharon smoke for you if you obey me, and I can make you cum if you obey me, you will tell me that you will obey me and it will make me very happy and then you can feel everything and I’m the only one that can make it happen...” She began to jack faster as her hypno-stud began to thrust his hips, adding his motion to her own. “Tell me you will obey me and you will be able to feel everything, just promise to obey me, and I can make Michelle smoke exactly the way you want and all you need to do is to promise to obey me, obey me, Kenny, you know you want to, because I can make you feel sooo good and when you cum you will go very, very deep for me because you will obey me you want to obey me you must obey me and you will say you will obey me and then you can cum and it will feel so good because you know you will obey me when I command...” Her hand was nearly a blur, teasing the rim and the sensitive tip, coaxing more feeling through him, panting, “You must obey me... say you will obey me and you can cum” in his ear constantly. She heard the telltale lighter click that indicated somebody had just lit another holdered cigarette, and knew that he was on the brink of orgasm. She just needed to push him just a little bit more... “Watch her, Kenny, she smokes as I have commanded and I will command her for you... you know what you must do you have only—”

“I will obey you!” he roared, and Christie felt the first massive contraction in his cock before he spurted over her hand, making guttural noises with each twitch, and Christie softly flicked her tongue in his ear, still stroking him while she softly repeated, “Yes, I am your Goddess, you will sleep and obey, yes I am your Goddess, you will sleep and obey...” Kenny heaved a giant sigh at the end of his orgasm and melted into Christie’s sofa, unconscious. She stood up, an evil smile of victory on her face. Kenny was hers now.