The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

After dinner, I put the remainder of my plan into action. Susie and I were finishing cleaning up, while Carrie was upstairs in the bathroom, having finished her part. I leaned to Susie, and she instinctively leaned back, inviting me to nibble on her neck. That wasn’t what I had in mind. “Susan, hypnotic eye beams.”

She struggled against the command, managing, “Oh... Terry... Not now.”

I firmly repeated the phrase, and she relaxed into my arms, entranced. She had given me the power to trance her when I wanted her under, and she couldn’t change that. “Susan,” I whispered into her ear, holding her around the waist and supporting her with my body, “eyes remaining closed, your mind relaxes as your body remains upright. Your body stands as your mind sleeps, and you hear only my voice, nothing else matters, except standing and remaining asleep in glorious hypnotic trance for me.” I felt her weight shift, and she stood on her own, eyes still closed. “Very good, Susie, now you may let your mind relax even more, we are alone, no Carrie, and you may relax your mind and go deeper into trance for me. Deeper into hypnosis, deeper into trance, deeper into warmth and bliss for your master. As you go deeper into trance you are going to lose your resistance to my commands, going deeper into trance, deeper into submission, deeper into obedience to your master.”

“Yes... master... I... will... obey you,” she sighed, not feeling the surge in my cock against her ass.

“Now is the time for your concern for Carrie to come out. You will take yourself deeper to allow your concern to be first in your mind. You will want me to help make Carrie better, and you will trust me to make Carrie better because that is what you want.”

“Yes... want to help Carrie. Trust you. Love you...”

“Yes, you trust me, Susie, and you love me. I am your master, and your lover, and will not let anything harm you so you know that you may relax completely into obedience. You will please me tonight, my slave.” That drew a little moan and shiver from her. “To please me tonight, you must act as if you are not in trance, and if anything that happens begins to make you uncomfortable or worried, remember that we are helping Carrie, that you are safe with me, and that it makes you so very happy and warm to please me, my slave. That will put your fears, doubts, and worries out like the flame on a lighter when you let go of the button. You will have no fears, no doubts, and no worries because we are helping Carrie.”

“No... fears. Must help... Carrie. Please... Ter—master,” Susie whispered. I woke her up, hoping that she would be primed enough for what I had in mind. No, I sternly reminded myself, there is no room for doubt, because she’s going to take her cues from you. You must be her self-assured master for this to work. Susie looked at me. “Well, what are we going to do now? Carrie’s probably expecting us to go out. She always seems a little depressed whenever I go out with you since she came back.” Hesitantly, she asked, “Can we stay in, Terry? Like the old days? Before you and me?”

“Sure, Susie. She’s my friend, too,” I sincerely replied. Susie went upstairs after asking me to find something on the TV we all could watch. I heard a conversation in the hall upstairs that ended with Carrie urgently hissing, “Susie! No! Susie!!!” My fiancée came bouncing down the stairs with Carrie right behind her, trying to convince Susie of something.

Susie settled on the sofa next to me, while Carrie looked at me pleadingly and said, “Look, it makes me feel bad that I’m taking away your together time on a weekend. You guys are engaged and you should be together without me. I’ll be fine,” she began. The lady doth protest too much. “Terry, Susie, you’ve been great to me. I’m really lucky to have you as my best friends, but this is something I’ve got to work through my—”

“Hypnotic eye beams.” Carrie blinked in surprise, and began to waver on her feet. I stood, leaving Susie speechless on the sofa. “Falling into me, falling into my eyes, Carrie, falling forward into trance now. You cannot resist as you feel hypnotic trance fog your thoughts, relaxing your body and your mind as my voice becomes the most important thing in the world and your eyes begin to close and the only thing you hear is my voice as your eyes close and you go into deep hypnotic trance for me... Sleep now.” She fell forward into my arms. Susie continued to stare as I set Carrie gently onto the sofa next to her and told her that she wouldn’t hear anything until she felt two gentle squeezes on her wrist.

Anticipating my fiancée’s reaction, I began to explain. “While you were gone, she was so depressed that I decided that maybe if I hypnotized her, I could at least get her out of her self-imposed cloistering.” Susie cocked her head, still quiet. “She originally refused to come over for dinner,” I added. That wasn’t a false statement. However, implying that it was the hypnosis that caused Carrie to change her mind was misleading. Susie nodded. “I’m sorry if I used our phrase, but I wasn’t feeling very creative.”

“No... no... That’s OK. I’m glad you did that,” Susie finally said, her voice calm and soft. “She was really bitchy and stubborn before I left, so I’m not surprised that you had to coerce her into it.” She looked over at her mesmerized roommate. “She never seemed like the type to be hypnotized,” Susie idly said. “I would have thought that she was too strong-willed to go under.”

I mentioned that perhaps the Walter thing had left her vulnerable. “Or maybe,” she grinned, “You’re just a great hypnotist.” She fetched a cigarette, pausing before lighting it, obviously thinking. “Terry... ummm... I don’t know, but... remember when you made me think of myself as being sexy and really good-looking when I was hypnotized?” I nodded. She’d had some self-image problems that had negatively affected our sex life early on in our hypno-games. “Well... I was wondering... would it be possible for you to do the same thing for Carrie that you did for me? I mean, you helped me to stop feeling self-conscious about my body. Can you maybe get Carrie back to herself, or at least closer?”

“I don’t know, Susie,” I slowly answered. “I’d have to find out what’s eating her first. I mean, it’s sort of scary. I don’t want to do something that might make her do something she’d regret later. It’s not necessarily the same thing we did, because you really wanted to believe that you were beautiful and gorgeous, but you kept unfairly, and unrealistically comparing yourself to other women. We just created a post-hypnotic command to stop you from doing that so you could... feel as sexy and as beautiful as you are.” Her eyes went starry for a few moments, but then she shook herself back to reality.

“I understand what you mean. I don’t think it would be a good idea to make her lose her reluctance about doing the bar thing. But... I just think this might be a good chance for us to help her.” Susie sighed and looked at her roommate, still oblivious in trance. “You’re right, though. Maybe we can find out what’s really bothering her, and use that to help ease her back into the swing of things.” I must have done a good job of looking skeptical, because she showed me big, beautiful, puppy dog brown eyes and sweetly asked, “Please, Terry? I know you’re worried about screwing her up, but she’s already screwed up. Let’s at least see if we can find out why.” That told me that the first phase of my plan had gone off without a hitch. If I was careful, and didn’t rush anything, I stood a great chance of being in the middle of two naked, gorgeous, hypnotized babes that night.

I told Susie that she’d have to be very quiet while I deepened Carrie’s trance. She smiled and nodded, moving away to a chair on the other side of the room. I gently squeezed Carrie’s wrists. “Carrie, can you hear my voice?” She whispered that she could. “Excellent, Carrie. Now I want you to listen to my voice, listen to what I have to tell you, the sound of my voice is the only thing you hear, and my words are very important to you. Relax, Carrie, relax even more, because you are with me and I am your friend, I will keep you safe. Relax and listen to my voice and it becomes more and more important as you relax more and more going into a deeper hypnotic trance for me, deeper into trance as all the tension in your body and mind fade away with the sound of my voice, deeper into trance for me, Carrie. I will keep you very safe, so you can listen to my words and do what I say because I am your friend and you know that I will keep you safe.”

“Y’ssss... Terry,” was Carrie’s reply.

“I want you to count from ten to one, when I tell you to. This will allow you to let go of any remaining tension, any remaining worry, and you will hear only my voice and do as I tell you when you are at one. Do you understand?” She made a hissing sound that I took for “yes,” so I told her to begin counting. She melted into the sofa when she reached one. “Now you will do exactly as I say, Carrie. You want to do exactly as I say. It makes you happy, and I will keep you safe. You will do exactly as I say.” I felt myself thicken, but before I could rearrange the bulge, I heard a quiet gasp from Susie. I turned to look at her; she was slightly flushed, and breathing a little heavy. “Carrie, remain completely relaxed and ready to do as I say. You will hear nothing until you feel my hands squeeze your wrists.” I walked over to my fiancée and gave her a questioning look. This hadn’t been anticipated. “You OK?”

Susie nodded, her face turning red. “I... well... it’s,” she stammered, finally composing herself enough to say, “Terry, do I look like that when you put me under?” I nodded and told her that she basically did the same thing. “Excuse me, but, if we weren’t so worried about Carrie, watching you hypnotize somebody gives me a little bit of... well, you know. In some ways, it’s embarrassing. I don’t want to give you the impression that I want to watch you hypnotize Carrie to turn me on now.”

I gave her a kiss on the cheek, and said that I understood. It was difficult for me to keep my own emotions in check. This whole thing was going to work out just the way I’d planned it. I returned to Carrie’s insensate body, squeezing her wrists again before speaking. “Carrie, on the count of three, you will sit up and your eyes will open, but you will stay in your deep hypnotic trance. You will not feel like you have been hypnotized, nor will you remember that you have been hypnotized. You will feel as if you have accidentally swallowed a powerful truth drug that forces you to tell the truth. You will answer any question with the truth. You cannot lie to anyone under the influence of this drug. This drug makes you tell the truth, no matter how much you want to keep it inside. You cannot lie, Carrie. Do you understand?”

She whispered, loud enough for Susie to hear. “Yes... Must tell the... truth. Cannot... lie.”

I counted to three, and she sat up, her eyes open, but animated. I preferred her with that dull, hypnotized look, but this was more for Susie’s benefit. “Carrie, why are you hiding from social contact these days? Susie and I are worried about you.”

“I... I...” I could see Carrie working to forge a lie, but it stayed in her thoughts as she replied, “Because I’m scared. I’m scared... that... there’s... another Walter. I don’t... trust myself. I’m having a hard time trusting anybody.”

“What about... well, sex? You’ve always had a boyfriend since we’ve known you. We know you’re not celibate.”

Again, Carrie’s eyes focused as she worked hard to come up with a lie, and her mouth opened, but only a squeak came out. She began to blush, and after a few seconds, she blurted, “I’m glad Susie spends nights at your place. I masturbate a lot.” Carrie was bright red. Apparently, she didn’t mind admitting things to me, but having Susie hear them was difficult. “But... but...” The compulsion to tell the truth seemed to be working on her ability to keep anything hidden as well. She wasn’t finished. “I miss it. I miss the touching, the feel of someone else’s flesh against mine... It’s been driving me crazy for the last few weeks, and I’ve had a bit of a short fuse lately. I can’t help it.” She fell silent, looking extremely embarrassed.

“Carrie,” I resumed, causing her to look up at me with a plea in her eyes. “Why don’t you do what you’ve always done, then? You’ve always been able to find a boyfriend. Why not find one here? Are Americans not good enough for you?”

She swallowed hard, her beautiful doe eyes looking all the world as if she wanted to run away. “N-n-no,” she stuttered, “it—it’s not that.” She sighed loudly, trying to keep sound from coming out. “I just don’t trust anyone I’d meet right now, because I don’t trust myself to make a good decision. Walter was such a disaster—on so many levels—that I—I—” She was beginning to lose her placid air.

“Carrie, relax. Relax and be calm,” I interrupted, passing my hand in front of her eyes. “You’re safe with me, remember, I will keep you safe, nothing can hurt you.” Carrie’s eyes dulled a little as she began to fade deeper into her trance. “Now you may finish answering my question.”

“I just can’t find it in me to trust anybody I’d pick—except for you and Susie,” she finished, the last part coming out in a big hurry. I asked her who she trusted, and when she answered again, her face was a very bright shade of red and the answer came out even faster than the first time. I told her to speak at her normal pace. “The only people I’d trust right now are you and Susie,” Carrie clearly stated, and hung her head. Susie gasped.

“Raise your head, Carrie, look at me. You must do as I say, but you are still safe, and still warm.” She complied, looking like she wanted to cry, but since she felt safe, there was nothing to make her cry. “Does this mean that you would consider having sex with me?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Does that also mean that you would consider having sex with Susie?”

Carrie gulped loudly, and I could hear Susie hold her breath. “I-I—I—She’s very pretty... and... so nice... Well...” The pause lasted an eternity. “Yes,” Carrie finally whispered.

Susie’s peep was quickly cut off by my voice saying, “Susan, hypnotic eye beams.” Her body made a soft thump as she fell back into the chair from which she had started to arise. You are totally under my control, darling. Sleep and enjoy the ride, I thought. Turning back to Carrie, I said, “Hypnotic eye beams.” She focused on my eyes, and I continued, “Look deeply into my eyes and glide back into a deep, deep hypnotic trance for me, Carrie. You must do as I say, your eyes will close and you will be completely relaxed and deeply hypnotized three, two, one... Now!!!” She flopped forward, and I pushed her into a semi-sitting position. I had two gorgeous, hypnotized babes under my command. Now for phase three.

Carrie was bisexual, but Susie wasn’t even bi-curious. The one time we rented a porno flick (out of her curiosity), when a lesbian scene came on in the movie, “Eeeuuuwwww, gross!!!!” was my sweetheart’s exact comment, and her playful, sexy mood vanished in less than a second. It had taken me three hours to get her hot and bothered again, although that was before I became her hypno-master. This specific mental barrier was more formidable than any I’d attempted to breach so far, because everything else I’d done was a slight modification or exaggeration of an existing behavior, so I only needed to give her a push. This was a major taboo, so I had to be careful, or it would turn out like the time she was afraid I was going to fuck her in the ass.

I knelt next to my favorite slave. “Susie, it is time for you to go into a deep, deep, obedient trance, one where you cannot resist my commands, one where it feels so good to obey me that you will do so without reservation, with no hesitation. It feels so good to obey your master, Susie. It feels so good to obey your master that you will do exactly as I tell you. Tell me what you will do in your deep, deep, obedient trance.”

She hesitated before speaking. “I... will obey... my master. I will obey... my master.” She swallowed loud enough for me to hear, and I saw a light flush appear on her cheeks. “I will obey my master, because it feels so good, sooo goood to obey,” she breathed.

“You want to help Carrie almost as much as you want to please me, Susie. These are the two most important things in the world to you.”

She sleepily answered, “Yes,” even though it wasn’t phrased as a question.

“I want to help Carrie, too,” I softly continued. “That would make me very happy. If you help Carrie, you can please me, and accomplish both things at the same time.” That drew another “yes,” brighter, more eager, even through her trance. “I know exactly what will help Carrie, Susie. When I tell you, you will remain calm and peaceful, because you want to help Carrie and please me, so you will hear everything I have to say remaining calm, relaxed, and in your trance. Do you understand?”

She again said that she would obey her master, whose dick almost tore through his pants when she flushed again and licked her lips. I took a long, deep breath to steady myself, and began, “Carrie needs to touch someone intimately... the feel of her flesh against another, the scent, the taste, the sounds of another’s passion.” There was no reaction from Susie. “She only trusts two people in this world right now, Susie, and that is you and I. We are the only people who can give her what she needs the most. We are her best friends, and we need to help her. And it is you and I because we love each other, and we do things together, so we must do this together.” Susie shifted a little, the flush gone.

“Carrie will touch you, so gently, the way you like to be touched.” Susie shook her head. “It is the only way to help her, Susie, you and I know that. No one else will know, and you will be doing it for your best friend. You want to help your best friend.”

“Yes... but—I”

I cut off her protest with, “And you want to please me.”

“More than anything else in the world, master.”

“These are the two most important things to you in the world, Susie. You yourself have told me that, very strongly, and you can accomplish them. All you have to do is to let Carrie touch you... it will mean so much to her... it will mean so much to me. All you have to do is to let Carrie touch you, intimately. This is your best friend, and she’s hurting, and you can make it better. All you have to do is to let Carrie touch you, intimately. This is not a command; this is a decision that you have to make. You may leave Carrie in the state she is in, and disappoint me, or you can help your roommate, your best friend, and make me very, very happy. What is your decision, my darling Susan?”

“It’s—it’s... wrong,” she pouted. “I... just can’t. I just can’t—”

“Help your best friend and please me? These were the most important things to you a few minutes ago, that was what you told me you believed. Has this changed?”

“No... it’s... just...” Susie hesitated.

“Wrong to help your friend? Wrong to please me? It would feel so right, Susie, because that’s what you really want to do, at least that’s what you told me. In your own mind, you would do anything to help Carrie. This is not a command, it is what you had decided, it is what you had said, and it would make me so happy to see you help Carrie...” This wasn’t getting where I wanted to go quickly enough. I needed another contradiction to overload her weakened thought processes. “Remember when you saw me hypnotize her?”

“Y-y-yes,” Susie said, with an obvious note of confusion.

“It excited you didn’t it? Tell me the truth, Susie. You must obey your master. Tell me how it made you feel, what you thought. Obey me, my slave.”

“Y-yes, master,” she gasped, squirming a little. “She was so... so pretty... and it looked so... hot, and “to imagine... No, to know what she feels like, but to be able to see it... I was a little turned on, master.”

“When she’s hypnotized, you can give her what she needs, and have her forget it... Everything will be normal when she wakes up.” Well, that’s not true, but it sounds good. “Just imagine,” I whispered, “Carrie hypnotized, which excites you. It would please me to see you react to her trance, Susie, and then you could help her, help her as much as she needs, which will also please me, and accomplish the most important things to you. All you have to do is allow her to touch you intimately. I will engineer her trance for you, and all you have to do is to imagine her acting out her desire in trance, and let it happen, Susie. It’s the right thing to do for your best friend and your master.” Susie had started to undulate a little; the visions running in her mind were heating her up. Her subconscious could play, completely unencumbered by rational thought. I had opened up so many avenues—if there was even the tiniest part of Susie that was bi-curious, or into hypnotic domination, that would only add to her hunger to please me and help Carrie. I just had to let it simmer.

“Susie, you will count up from zero, as you become more and more awake, but you will remain relaxed and think about everything in your head; you will do what you think should be done. You will not remember any of this consciously, but the thoughts that you are forming will dictate your actions. You will obey me in this. When you stop counting, you will remain in a light hypnotic trance until I awaken you. You will awaken on the phrase, ‘answer the bell.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, master. I understand, and obey.” She only used that specific phrase when she was aroused, so something was working in her pretty little head. She began to count. This was audaciously planned behavior modification, and it would take time. I probably could have made her do it from an entranced state, but that wasn’t what I wanted. She stopped counting near fifty, her eyes still closed. I let things brew, occupying myself by sitting next to Carrie and playing with her auburn hair, trying to figure out the direction things would take. I readjusted my erection a couple of times, finally choosing to concentrate on making it fade. I didn’t want Susie to think I was too eager. Some illusions were better served non-hypnotically.

I returned to Susie, covered the time gap, and woke her up. “So, dear. What do we do now?”

“Well, we can’t leave her in trance for the rest of her life,” Susie said. “We know she needs to get laid. We also know that she’s not very fond of strangers right now, and there’s only an old boyfriend who’s better left unmentioned, so there’s a problem with finding a suitable candidate.” The perils of being involved with a smart lady engineer; she could be over-analytical at times. I looked at her, wanting her to get to the point. “The only two people she trusts right now are you and me.” Susie stopped speaking, and looked directly into my eyes.

I feigned incredulity. “You mean...? You want me to...???”

“Well,” she resumed, “I know how big you are on exclusive relationships. If it would help, I could let Carrie—well—play with me, too.” She carefully watched my face for reluctance. Apparently, I’m a damned good actor, because she continued her argument. “Terry, we’re her best friends. She’s lost, and...” Susie blushed a little, admitting, “Besides, I’m a little flattered that she thinks I’m pretty.” Susie put her arms around me, drawing close. “I know you can measure up to anybody in her past,” she throatily cajoled. She reached down to my crotch. “I’ll be your sexy holder babe for a month straight without hypnosis if you do this for me,” she whispered, fondling me, and giving me a wet, teasing, not-quite-hot kiss. I went from semi-flaccid to nearly erect by the time she broke the kiss and let go. Taking that as an approval, she pulled away and sat back down in her chair.

“Terry,” she resumed without any hint of a tease, “think of this as—the ultimate in friendship. I’m not going to ask you to do this alone, because I know you feel weird about it. I’ve never been with— another woman—never even really thought about being with another woman—but I think I’m willing to do this for her. And there’s one more thing about the two of us being involved in this. As long as we’re in on this together, neither one of us has any right thinking it’s cheating. Carrie is our best friend, and she needs our help. This is something we can do. It’s the right thing to do.” Not only had Susie managed to convince herself, she’d put together an argument that would have won me over—had I needed any convincing.

I gently said, “OK,” trying to keep up my façade of being slightly reluctant. “So how do we want to do this?” Her face fell. Her analytical plan had obviously stopped at convincing me. “Maybe I should make Carrie do a few hypnotic things. I know that you liked watching her act hypnotized,” I suggested with a helpful tone. Susie nodded uncertainly. I squeezed Carrie’s wrists, and told her to stand up, and open her eyes, still in her deep, deep trance.

She said, “Yes, master. I hear and obey,” before she did anything I directed. I made her arms float straight in front of her and then I walked across the room to Susie. After giving my fiancée a hungry kiss, I sat on the arm of the chair and made Carrie slowly zombie walk over to us. I commanded her to kneel before us, her arms at her sides, torso erect. “Now Carrie, let your mind become increasingly blank, as the light goes out of your eyes, going deeper into trance, deeper and deeper into trance.” I could hear Susie’s soft panting, and stood up to walk behind Carrie, the picture of dull-eyed trance. “This is what you look like when you’re in this state, Susie. I know you told me that you liked to imagine what it looks like to me.” She nodded, a flush creeping up her neck. I knelt behind Carrie and whispered some instructions.

Carrie gave me a soft, non-robotic, “Yes, master. I hear and obey,” in return. Susie was still distracted by Carrie’s obviously-hypnotized appearance.

Carrie rose, walked over to the side of the chair, and as she sat down on the arm, she gently cradled Susie’s face in both hands, and gave her a slow, wet, gentle, kiss. I saw Susie’s eyes open wide in surprise, but Carrie continued kissing Susie, and after a few seconds, the shock gave way to... acceptance. Susie started kissing back after a few moments, and when Carrie fondled my fiancée’s breast, I heard a soft moan from Susie. “Carrie, return.” She broke the kiss, and returned to me, kneeling as before, except that the light was in her eyes. “Sleep, Carrie,” I commanded, passing my hand in front of her eyes. Her neck lost all tension and her head flopped forward. She remained on her knees. “Well?” I asked.

“That was...” Susie hoarsely began, then took a loud, deep breath and cleared her throat. “Exciting.”

“Should I have her do more?” Susie nodded enthusiastically. I sent Carrie back to her, in the same position, doing the same thing, but when Susie started to respond again, I woke Carrie up in mid-kiss. “Show Susie how beautiful you think she is, Carrie. We’re here for you tonight. All night,” I soothingly counseled her. Carrie’s restraint broke. She was kissing Susie again, undoing her blouse, working her way down Susie’s body. I could see the obvious signs of arousal on both women, especially when Carrie began to play with Susie’s clit. Susie began to hump rhythmically. I had been forgotten. Carrie continued using one hand and her mouth to keep Susie on the fire, while undressing herself with the other.

Carrie gasped, “Thanks,” when I helped her wriggle out of her jeans, and she scrambled back onto her knees in front of the chair. Susie’s face wore a mixture of apprehension, fear, doubt, desire, and wonder. She timidly reached towards Carrie; her roommate didn’t wait for the contact, spreading Susie’s legs and taking a long lick. Susie gasped; and then moaned loudly when Carrie started licking in earnest. I ripped her panties off, revealing that marvelous ass. Hard as hell now, I positioned myself and thrust into Carrie, who groaned into Susie’s muff.

“Your best friends are going to take good care of you, Carrie,” I said before starting to fuck her. Susie moaned again, rapturously, and Carrie, her back almost matching her hair, fucked back at me intermittently, pausing to take my energetic lunges while she worked on Susie’s sex with fingers and tongue. Susie’s hips began to oscillate, then gently bob, and after a short while, she grabbed onto the arms of the chair as her butt shot off the chair and she pumped her hips, Carrie dutifully, gleefully working on her as I pounded Carrie from behind.

I felt Carrie’s hips quiver, and she turned back to face me with a look that clearly said, “I’m going to cum.” She grunted and fell forward into Susie’s wildly bucking delta. I don’t remember who came in what order. Susie and I both agree that it was an exquisite experience in our lives. That night was magical; Susie rode me and kissed Carrie, who was on my face, they swapped, she rode Carrie’s face while I fucked Carrie, Carrie licked us both from underneath as I fucked Susie from behind.

Susie finally ran out of energy about one screw earlier than Carrie and I, so I fucked Carrie in the ass while Susie napped on the sofa. She loved it when I put two fingers on her clit, just before my final, weak, semi-painful ejaculation and orgasm of the night. I collapsed on top of her, feeling her quiver, shake, shiver, all the while breathing very heavily. I finally rolled over on my back. Carrie dutifully cleaned me off. “Susie may want to try to do something with this tomorrow morning,” she playfully said. She kissed me, hot, hard, and wet, and then kissed her sleeping roommate on the cheek. “You guys are the best friends a girl could have,” she whispered as she headed upstairs.

I woke up in Susie’s bed late the next morning. Susie came into the room a few seconds later. “Are you awake? Carrie’s still out.” I stretched and figured out that I was not going to be able to get back to sleep again. She sat on the bed next to me. “I couldn’t believe how hot I got... last night... with Carrie. The only thing I never did was... well... lick her the way she did to me.” That’s all right, dear, I know how to make you give head. You’ll be real good at it soon enough. “Did you... enjoy it as much as I did?” I looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “OK, OK, stupid question.” She snuggled. “You’ve got a holder babe for the next month,” Susie cooed. “But... I wonder if... well...” I waited. “I loved seeing Carrie hypnotized like that. Do you think I can do that to her?” Phase four, here we come.