The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“... Four. Coming up. More awake. More aware of your surroundings. And five. Wide awake and feeling fantastic.”

Danielle’s eyes fluttered and opened. She saw Ryan sitting next to her and smiling. He asked, “Well, what do you think?”

She hesitated a moment to arrange her thoughts. “It was amazing. I wasn’t sure I even could be hypnotized, but it seemed so natural when you were doing it. I loved the feeling when my hand floated in the air. I almost felt I would float away with it.” She giggled, picturing herself bouncing lightly off the ceiling like a helium balloon. “And when you told me I couldn’t move, I really tried. It was powerful. You are really good.”

Ryan smiled humbly, which was not hard because this was his first time also. He had been fascinated by hypnosis since he was young to the point of researching inductions and theory. His natural inhibitions had kept him from trying it with anybody. It just seemed kind of creepy to ask, “Excuse me miss, may I hypnotize you?” But Danielle was different. They had been hanging out together for a while – just friends because she wasn’t giving strong enough signals that she wanted anything more and he wasn’t going to risk blowing a (pretty) good thing. He had dropped by her apartment with take-out and movie and noticed a self-hypnosis video on the DVD rack. He had found his opening and she was interested so he ended up doing a straightforward relaxation induction that seemed to work. He was a lot more excited than he let on.

“Would you like to try again?” he offered.

“I would love to,” she smiled, “but I do have work tomorrow.”

“Oh.”

“But tomorrow night is Friday. I think it would be a lot of fun. I’m off at five.”

He had plans to visit his parents on Friday, but that wasn’t going to happen. “Okay. I’ll come by at seven with some Chinese.”

Waiting was difficult; Friday crawled by. He had met Danielle while they were surfing and they had formed a friendship while they shared – or fought over—waves. She worked as a hostess as a local restaurant and bar and he was finishing his last year of college. Of all the girls he knew from college and the beach, she was the one who had captured his fantasies. She was tall, nearly his height, with long dark hair and exotic caramel skin-tone and features of some ideal mix of ethnicities, but it was she that really took his heart – her smile, her laugh, and the way she made him feel about himself.

At seven, a bag of take-out and bottle of inexpensive white wine in hand, Ryan rang her doorbell. Danielle opened the door and treated him to the sight of her dressed in her hostess outfit which was calculated to look professional and sexy. Black nylons, strappy heels, a short black skirt, and a fitted white top were complimented by her best hostess smile. “Welcome! Do you have a reservation?” she asked with a giggle.

They ate their dinner off paper plates in the living room, each enjoying a glass of wine. “I’ll do dishes,” offered Danielle as she gathered the plates, cartons, and chopsticks. Ryan remained seated, just enjoying watching her move while his mind whirled through possible courses of action without, once again, mustering the boldness to act on one. Danielle’s cell phone sounded. Damn, he thought, exactly the reason he had turned his off. She glanced at the screen and tapped a few characters before saying the three words he least wanted to hear: “Someone’s coming by.”

Great. He saw how other guys looked at her, and was frankly surprised that she was free to hang out with him on a Friday night. This was deflating to both his ego and his, yet undetermined, plans.

“It’s Sasha from the bar. I told her about what we did last night and she was interested. She’s on her way up.”

OK, two women. Better than he had feared but still not a romantic evening for two. Oh well. The urgent chime of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts. Danielle opened the door and welcomed Sasha with the same line she had used when he arrived. Ryan was stunned by what he saw: a sunny blond, nearly as tall as Danielle, only slightly more curvy, with long tan legs, clear blue eyes, and an unforgettable electric smile he had seen before. “I know you! You’re the barmaid,” he said as a welcome while he rose to his feet.

“Server,” she replied without a hint of offense in her voice.

“...at the bar,” he smiled back.

“’Barmaid’ makes presumptions about my status as a virgin.” If he wanted word games, she could play along. Ryan was dumbstruck by her response.

Danielle stepped between the two, looking to put an end to the suggestive flirting and move the evening along. “OK, you two, put the claws back in,” she laughed, “We’ve got plans.” She had been nervous about putting Sasha and Ryan together. She had seen Sasha work her magic many times, and it seemed that no man was immune. It was something she envied in her friend. In fact, she couldn’t explain to herself why she had invited her. But Sasha knew that she cared for Ryan, and Danielle hoped that she could trust her friend.

“I told Sasha about you hypnotizing me last night,” Danielle explained, turning to Ryan, “and she was so fascinated that I told her to drop by. Do you think you could do us both?” Danielle blushed at her phrasing and clarified, “You know, hypnotize us both?”

He thought about this for a moment. He couldn’t put away the feeling that he was in way over his head, but what else was there to do? “OK, we’ll do this. Both of you sit here,” he said, directing them to the love seat. “I am going to have the two of you turn towards each other.” They each pivoted in place bringing one knee up onto the loveseat. They were close enough that their knees touched. “Now I would like you each to look into the other’s eyes. It’s kind of like a staring contest. Don’t look away. Keep your eyes locked on hers. That’s right. Just relax and focus your eyes on her eyes.”

“I want each of you to picture what it looks like to go under hypnosis. It’s kind of like a staring contest with a mirror. There is a saying that ‘All hypnosis is self-hypnosis.’ So imagine that you are hypnotizing yourself in a mirror. Focus on her eyes, but imagine that you are watching yourself in the mirror. Or maybe you are her image watching her go under and she is your image watching you. Just focus on her eyes because that is where you will see it first. Perhaps those spellbinding eyes in the mirror will blink some as the peaceful relaxation of hypnosis begins to overtake her. And you find your eyes blinking as well, just like in a mirror. You can imagine the heavy feeling that is seeping into her muscles, the tired heavy feeling that blankets her in sleepy serenity. You can see that her eyes – your eyes – are growing heavy as well. You want this; you want to feel yourself slipping away, your will slipping away just as hers is. This beautiful woman so close to you, matching every feeling, mirroring every response.”

Ryan continued to speak, soft and low but with an authority that hid his growing excitement as he watched the two start to blink and nod almost exactly in unison. He could see that both Danielle and Sasha were allowing themselves to feel everything he was speaking. Neither was showing any signs of resistance. He could simply imagine the pleasant relaxation and submission they were feeling and slip them down to the next step. Both girls’ eyes were now heavily lidded, and the words “bedroom eyes” passed through his mind as he felt a surge of arousal. He continued with his ad-lib induction.

“Your eyes can see how tired and sleepy she is. Your whole body can feel how tired and sleepy she is. Just relax and enjoy watching her submit to the overwhelming trance just as she is watching you. You can feel what she feels. The muscles in your shoulders letting go of any tension as the muscles in her legs become loose and limp. A pleasurable feeling of lightness develops in your fingers, and you know that she feels it too. Your hand becoming lighter, lifting up towards your cheek. As you continue to focus on her entrancing eyes, you can just see on the edge of your vision how her hand is beginning to float up toward her cheek, and you know that your hand is compelled to follow exactly, showing her just how far down into hypnosis she has descended.”

Ryan shifted a little on the couch, leaning forward as he watched their hands lift off their laps and rise slowly. “Just allow you hand to float toward your cheek. You have no choice in this, you are a reflection of her desire to experience deep hypnosis, and reflections don’t choose. Reflections don’t think. Reflections just follow.”

Their hands were continuing to drift up toward their slack faces. “You know that when her hand touches her cheek her tired, sleepy, heavy eyes will finally be able to close and rest. You want so much to see that. You want to see her finally succumb to the deep hypnotic sleep, so you fight to keep your own eyes open, even though it would feel so good to rest them now. Her hand is continuing to rise, closer and closer and bringing complete relaxation, rest, sleep, and submission closer and closer. You know what will happen when it touches your face and want to watch her eyes close. Focus even harder on her eyes. Spend every last bit of effort and strength to fight a battle with overpowering sleep. See how close she is to surrendering to deep hypnosis. Your own eyes showing her just how close she is. Her eyes showing you just how close you are. So close. So ready. So willing.”

Fingertips hovered just a half-inch from flushed cheeks. Eyes were drooping and fluttering. Heads were nodding in slow motion. Ryan continued, “You can do it now. You can show her how she falls deeply asleep. All you need to do is allow the tip of even one finger to brush the soft skin of her cheek. Put her under now.”

Ryan was transfixed as his eyes absorbed the sight of their fingers closing the last distance and gently caressing their cheeks. Instantly, two pairs of eyes closed and two heads dropped forward slightly. He drew in a deep breath at the image of the two beautiful young women deep in trance on the love seat, hands still on their faces. He moved ahead to deepen the spell. “You feel so good right now. You have done so well putting yourself into a deep hypnotic state. It will feel even better as you descend deeper and deeper. And as you sleep deeper and deeper you can feel a heaviness slowly returning to your hand. As it grows heavier you feel yourself becoming more deeply hypnotized. You are completely willing to follow my voice as you drop deeper... deeper... deeper... And as you drop deeper, your hand also begins to drop back toward your lap, showing just how deep you are.” Their hands slipped free of their cheeks and began a slow descent. “Hands are so heavy. So hard to hold them up. So easy to give in to the hypnotic spell that is washing your body right now. So easy to give in to complete relaxation and submission.”

Their hands had lowered about halfway down. Their heads had now fallen forward. Ryan continued, “You know that when your hand touches your thigh, your entire body will achieve a state of complete relaxation. Every muscle will be loose and limp and you will fall gently into the cushions. Lower and lower, deeper and deeper. Letting go. So heavy. So sleepy. Sleep so deeply.”

The back of Danielle’s hand finally rested on her lap. Her body collapsed and her head fell limply to the side onto the back cushion of the loveseat. Sasha’s eyes were also closed, but her head remained upright for a few seconds after her hand touched. Then her eyes opened slowly and she gave her head a little shake and looked at Danielle before turning her gaze to Ryan. She smiled and said, “You have some talent. I almost went under myself. It was quite a struggle not to. I didn’t tell Danielle, but I’ve done some hypnotizing too. Nothing professional, but I’ve been practicing on friends and such for a few years.” Ryan got the idea that there were some stories behind the “and such”. Sasha’s voice took a tone of professional comradery, “I like what you said about all hypnosis being self-hypnosis. A person really does need to willingly go along with the commands and allow themselves to let go of the stress of the day. I’ll bet you feel great, too. I know that when I put someone under like that I always feel like I am ready to join them in trance. There are studies that show that a good hypnotist’s brainwaves change just like the subjects, meaning that when you are hypnotizing someone, you are also hypnotizing yourself. It’s that empathy that makes a great hypnotist. So all hypnosis really is self-hypnosis.”

Sasha’s voice had slowly grown soft and sweet. She was staring at Ryan and he found himself staring back into her eyes. What she was saying made sense, he really did feel like he was feeling the same relaxation that Danielle had succumbed to. Sasha moved off the loveseat and slipped down next to Ryan on the couch. She continued, “Just look at her lying there, deep in trance. So beautiful. You made her feel so good as you relaxed her every muscle. And you could feel that same relaxation in your own tired muscles. When her eyes were growing heavier and heavier, you felt the same weight in your eyes. Growing so heavy and sleepy. Wanting to close. Wanting to rest just like she is. So peaceful. So sleepy. Unable to think of anything but how good it will be to let go and sleep. And just like that, you have already hypnotized yourself. You are right there on the threshold of deep hypnotic sleep. All I would have to do is snap my fingers and you will fall completely asleep and deeply into trance.”

Ryan’s eye were just slits as his head was starting to bob. Sasha held her fingers in his line of sight and leaned in close to whisper into his ear. “You want it so much. You want to feel complete relaxation and surrender and submission when I snap my fingers. Watch my fingers.” He fought to maintain focus on her beautiful hands and the brilliant red polish of her nails.

“Just keep watching. Focus on my fingers even though your eyelids are so heavy, so very heavy and so ready to close. Your body is so close to dropping into absolute relaxation and rest. So ready to submit. So ready to sleep.” She leaned in close, bringing her mouth an inch from his ear and breathing words that he had no desire to resist, “You want it so, so much, don’t you? Just say so. Just say the word ‘yes’ and put yourself into the most delicious, satisfying trace. Say it just for me.”

Ryan was lost. His heavy eyes only seeing the blurred image of silken skin and painted nails. She repeated, “For me.” He softly mouthed the word “Yes”. She snapped her fingers and he felt himself drop under into a deep, dark pool of relaxation. His eyes closed and his head fell forward. Sasha slipped her arm around him to steady him. “That’s good. Just sleep... sleep... sleep...” She drew the words out and began to very gently rock him from side to side in time as she continued to repeat, “Sleep.. sleep... sleep...”

“Mmmm.. This does feel so good. Just to say ‘yes’ to me brings you such a feeling of pleasure and contentment, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“It does. And as you feel yourself slowly rocking back and forth, you feel the relaxation increasing as you drop deeper... and deeper... and deeper into sleep. Back and forth... back and forth... deeper... deeper... Listening only to me. Submitting only to me. Obeying only me. It feels so good doesn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“I am going to let you sleep for a little while. But even as you sleep you will be ready for me when I come for you. You will be ready for whatever I ask. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes”

“Say it once more and sleep so deeply just for me.”

“Yes.”

Sasha held him for a minute, then laid him back gently on the couch. She leaned into him and whispered, “Just sleep and wait for me.”

She then turned her attention to Danielle, lying still where she had dropped after Ryan’s induction. Sasha looked at her with a trace of envy – she looked so serene. Sasha remembered how good his induction felt and how close she had come to dropping into trance for Ryan before she had summoned her will and turned the tables. She pictured herself sleeping next to this beauty and wondering just what Ryan would have done with two hypnotized women on his loveseat. She shook off the thought, maybe some other time, and crossed again to her original seat next to Danielle, kneeling on the cushion and leaning over Danielle to whisper in her ear.

Danielle did not move, but her lips parted and a muted “Yes” floated out. Sasha continued whispering, pausing only to receive Danielle’s occasional “Yes”. When she was finally content that Danielle was is a state of submission to her, she returned to her seat next to Ryan’s inert form on the sofa.

She spoke to both sleeping forms at once. “Ryan, Danielle, you are now both deeply hypnotized, and you are feeling so relaxed. You know that I am now in charge, and you will not question anything I ask of you. Do you understand?”

Danielle said “Yes” in a voice that sounded almost eager. Ryan made a sound which could have been an affirmative reply, but Sasha was not satisfied.

“Ryan. I know that you have been asleep while I’ve been working with Danielle, but you must give a direct answer when I ask a question. Do you understand?”

“I do,” came the clear response.

“You will each wake up soon. I will have disappeared from your sight and your memory. When you awaken, you will not notice that I am here. You will not remember that I have ever been here. You will each be focused only on each other. Do you understand”

“Yes,” came the response spoken in unison.

“I will continue to give you instructions, but you will not hear my voice. Instead, my voice will seem to come from your own thoughts. My instructions will override your own will and you will be compelled to do as I say. Do you accept this?”

“Yes,” again spoken together.

“To be clear, even though you see me, you won’t notice me. If I touch you, it won’t register as unusual. If I speak, all you hear is your own will.” She leaned again into Ryan and breathed into his ear, “Ryan, I am going to awaken you now as I count up from one to three. One, coming awake and aware. Two, shaking off the sleepy feelings and floating out of trance. And one, wide awake.”

Ryan opened his eyes and quickly sat up. What had happened? He remembered beginning to induce hypnosis in Danielle and.. whom? No, just Danielle. But had he gone under too? He looked over to Danielle asleep where he had left her.

He stood up to walk to the empty seat next to Danielle’s entranced form on the love seat. Sasha had to quickly swing her legs over the armrest to avoid tripping him.

She rose and sat on the armrest on his side of the love seat, where she could easily observe and direct matters. Her bare leg brushed his forearm and she was surprised when he encircled her knee and thigh with his arm, placing his hand on her lower leg, and absentmindedly stroked her shin with his fingers and calf with his thumb. She was initially concerned that her instruction about his cognizance of her was not effective, but soon convinced herself that he was unaware of his actions. She thought about moving his hand, but, what the hell, it felt good.

Ryan was staring at Danielle silently, Sasha couldn’t tell whether he was not sure about how to proceed, or if he was just taking a minute to allow his eyes to drink in the sight of Danielle lying there. And why not? She did look good, her helpless submission and inviting form had to be presenting a selection of tempting scenarios to him.

Danielle lay serenely slumped against the back of the love seat, her eyes closed. Ryan noted that the peaceful aspect of her slightly flushed cheeks and parted lips also held an air of expectation. He couldn’t help but feel that there was something she wanted from this, but he couldn’t discern what it was. “Just look at her,” directed a soft but compelling voice from... where? Danielle’s long dark hair fell in loose curls, framing her angelic face and drawing his eyes down the shape of her sleeping form. He paused to enjoy the full curves of her breasts, hidden by the fabric, but exposed by the fit of her top. Her skirt had a slit on the side, which made her long, toned legs an invitation wrapped in sheer black nylon.

“Talk to her,” the sweet voice commanded, seeming to spring from the center of his mind. “Ask her what she wants.” That seemed to be a nice, straightforward plan.

“Danielle,” he spoke with assurance, knowing it would be harder for her to disobey. “I am going to ask you a few questions and it is important that you answer truthfully. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” again, an undercurrent of eagerness. She really seemed to like this hypnosis stuff. He would start with an easy one.

“Do you like being hypnotized?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“It feels so good to let you have control of me.”

Wow, that takes thing up a notch. “What would you like for me to make you do?”

“I want you to undress me. I want you to kiss me. I want you to kiss me everywhere.”

Sasha felt his hand, which had been smoothly stroking her lower leg, freeze. He seemed to be stunned by her direct answer.

“Make her undress,” the voice directed.

He replied to Danielle with a hint of scolding in his voice, “I asked what you wanted me to make you do, not what I was going to do for you. But we will start like this: you are going to undress for me. When I put my hand on your shoulder you will be able to open your eyes and stand, but you will still be deeply hypnotized and under my control. Do you accept this?”

“Yes,” she answered with a nod.

“You will stand, and I will begin counting. Each time I say a number, you will remove an article of clothing, won’t you?”

“I will,” came the response riding on the current of eagerness. He looked her over again: top, skirt, heels, hose, bra, panties. He would be counting to six, seven if the shoes came off one at a time.

He slid his hand from Sasha’s leg and reached across the loveseat, stroking Danielle gently on the shoulder like a mother waking a schoolgirl. After a few seconds, her eyes slowly opened and she pushed herself to a sitting position. Ryan rose to stand in front of her and took her hand, guiding her to her feet. Sasha, following and watching, circled behind him to stand at his right shoulder feeling like an angel ready to whisper in his ear.

Ryan gazed into Danielle’s eyes. “One,” he said, releasing her hand. It was a number that carried the weight of a command.

Her hands rose like birds. He wasn’t expecting to see them fly toward her left ear and remove just one earring while a mischievous smile formed on her lips. She wants to make this last, he thought. That’s fine, so do I. He was about to say “two” when the voice reminded him, “You need to kiss her.”

He took her face gently in his hands and began kissing her cheek. His lips traveled to her earlobe, nibbling the empty spot left by the earring. She leaned into him. He could feel the submission in every movement of her body against his. He could smell it in her hair. He pulled her even closer and breathed the word “two” into her ear. The word seemed to be an echo from somewhere deep inside.

Danielle pushed back, feeling the regret of their separating bodies. She was compelled to bring both hands to the other ear and remove the second earring. Again she gave Ryan a sly smile, an attempt to say “You don’t control me.” even while she hoped that wasn’t true. She enjoyed a brief startled look on his face as she reached down to his pants, but only to drop the earrings into his pocket.

Sasha crossed behind him again, putting herself at his left shoulder. Maybe not an angel, she thought, picturing the cliché battle of good and evil. Maybe a devil. Maybe something of both, she finally smiled. They need that. “Go on,” she said, this time to both. She watched Ryan bury his face in the hair covering her right shoulder and heard the deep draw of breath from Danielle as his kisses climbed toward her ear. Her arms once again snaked around his back, locking their two bodies together. God, Sasha thought, I could use some of that. She was sure she could do it and pictured herself and Ryan locked in passion while Danielle slept unaware on the couch. She pushed that temptation aside. She was here for Danielle, not herself, even though this all would undoubtedly be fodder for fantasies for months. OK, maybe I’ll be more of an angel tonight, she mused before blowing the word “three” into his ear. She could barely hear him repeat the number to Danielle.

Once again Danielle disentangled herself from Ryan, this time pushing him a step back to gain more space. She reached down with both hands, crossing her arms to grab the hem of her top. She demurely turned away from Ryan before slowly peeling the fabric upwards. As coy as she was playing, she knew exactly what she was doing. She had been pleased with the look of her back since the first time she caught sight of herself between two mirrors. She had grown accustomed to how she looked from the front, but for her the view from behind exposed the exotic allure that others admired from any angle.

Ryan stood spellbound, not questioning why she would need to move her hips quite that way to remove a shirt. As the now-inside-out top lifted her hair off her neck, he could not keep himself from stepping forward to place his hands on her shoulders and begin kissing just below the hairline. As the shirt fell to the floor he felt her fall back into him. Her long hair dropped and covered his face. His arms wrapped around her waist as he moved his attentions down to her shoulders. As his lips continued to move down her back, covering every square inch with hungry kisses, he sank gradually to his knees, stopping briefly when his mouth found her bra strap which he plucked playfully once between his teeth. He continued south, coating her with adoration, his mouth following the slow undulations of her hips while his hands traced the outsides of her legs.

Sasha stared open-mouthed as Danielle turned her body to the still-kneeling Ryan. He hungrily explored her taut stomach as she took his head in her hands to either follow or guide his movements. What do they need me for? Sasha wondered, once again envying her friend.

Danielle sank down onto the loveseat as Ryan’s lips were now exploring at the base of her breasts. She could feel each breast being lifted as he tasted the skin right up to the edge of her bra. She lay back directing him to the valley between her breasts and once again felt the playful pluck on the bra as he started to climb up her body.

Ryan’s kisses followed the swell of the tops of each breast, which were now heaving as Danielle was overwhelmed by the passion she felt in herself and each of Ryan’s actions. The perfect combination of controlling him with her body and the subtle direction of her hands while being controlled by him, his strength, and her willing submission to the trance was magnifying her pleasure. It was like the surfers’ mythical “perfect wave”: blending building power, sensitivity, skill, exhilaration, and the certainty that eventually you will fall to be submerged, tumbling, carried to arise exuberant and gasping for air.

“Four,” came the next count, this time only from Sasha’s lips. Neither of her entranced subjects wondered about that. She watched as Danielle, with a great force of will, gently but firmly pushed Ryan back again so that he was once again kneeling before her. Danielle leaned forward to remove one shoe, keeping her eyes on his face and smiling as she noted that he was transfixed by the sight of her cleavage just before him. She had to run her toes up his thigh to remind him of his responsibilities. He took her foot in his hands and began to stroke and bent over kiss it with touching devotion.

Ryan was in heaven. As he worshipfully kissed each toe he followed as Danielle lower her foot to the floor. He felt her hand caress the back of his head. He had such a sense of victory that he was gaining access to the body of this sexy woman he had been dreaming of for so long. He felt a sense of power that, through hypnosis, she was now in a state of complete submission to him. He did not question how his power and her submission led him to be kneeling before her kissing her feet. He noticed that Danielle had removed the other shoe and dutifully turned his attentions there.

Sasha was incredibly turned on by what she was seeing. At the same time she felt a growing envy and resentment toward Danielle. Sasha was confident that, with her looks and skills, she could call one of dozens of men she knew and be receiving the same treatment within an hour. But it would not be the same. With these two, something more was already there. What she was privy to was the culmination of months of mutual admiration, shared time, enjoyment, respect, and simmering sexual desire. While her mind flipped through her mental Rolodex of available (and unavailable, because she could change that) men in her life, there were many who were better “catches” than Ryan – more handsome, wealthier, going further in life – but none with whom she had the kind of relationship that would provide the tinder and spark she was witnessing here. She was beginning to feel regret that she had come tonight. The sooner she could leave to sort this out, the better.

Sasha spoke, “Five”. Danielle stood and undid the side zipper of her skirt before bending forward to lower it all the way to the floor, pausing again to enjoy close-up the sight of Ryan savoring the sight of her breasts, just a count or two from being freed, just inches from his eyes. He was deeply into her body and she was deeply into being adored by him. His hands moved to her hips as he leaned in, but at this point they both heard “Six”.

Ryan didn’t wait for Danielle this time. He slid his fingertips into the tops of her black nylons and started to draw them down her legs, kissing each bit of exposed skin, moving slowly down each thigh, tasting just to the highest point of the nylons before slipping them down another inch or two.

Danielle could barely breath. The feeling of Ryan’s lips exploring her legs, front, back, outside, and inside made her want to collapse on the loveseat and open herself completely to him, but the nylons, now just above her knees, prevented her from providing him that access. She could only stand, shaking slightly, and turn slowly while he continued down past her knees an calves and back to her feet as she stepped out of the nylons.

“It’s time for bed.” It was a thought in both of their heads at the same time, and neither debated it. Ryan stood and wrapped his arms around her waist as Danielle wrapped hers around his neck. They kissed passionately for a minute before he lifted her and she wound her legs around his waist. Locked together in this manner, they carefully made their way to the bedroom.

At the foot of the bed, Danielle knelt on the exposed sheet not questioning how the covers had been turned down. She took just moments to peel his shirt over his head and undo his belt and drop his trousers. She inched backwards, using her kisses to draw Ryan onto the bed on his knees before she slowly lay back. He could not help but follow, pulled by the gentle tug of her arms and the irresistible hunger he felt for her lips.

“Seven,” rang in their heads, leading Ryan to reach behind Danielle’s arching back to undo her bra strap. Danielle untangled from Ryan just enough to shuck the bra. Ryan slid down her body to give full attention to her breasts, taking his time to kiss each tenderly before settling on a nipple, plucking at its erect tip with his lips before tasting lightly with the tip of his tongue. Danielle arched her back again, filling his mouth with her and feeling her body spasm with the pleasure of feeling him draw her in.

Sasha stood beside the bed, transfixed. As hot as this made her, there was also the feeling that she had seen enough. She felt envy rise up in her again, and didn’t like it. She was happy for her friend and glad to have helped her connect with this guy who seemed so right for her. It was just that she was missing the same soul passion in her own life. She decided that it was time to leave.

She leaned over them and spoke softly, “You are so turned on right now, but suddenly you are feeling very sleepy. As much as you want to stay awake, you find you cannot fight the sleepy feeling overwhelming your body right now.” She saw Danielle’s body relax, the arch in her back fell and the grip of her legs around Ryan’s waist loosened. Ryan’s vigorous affections abated a bit. Sasha reached down to stroke their hair soothingly. “Your eyes are so heavy, so very heavy that they must close down, so heavy, closing down... down...” They did. “...as every muscle in your tired body succumbs to sweet sleep, sleep... sleep...” She continued her soft repetition, observing as the effect irresistibly blanketed the two lovers. Arms and legs relaxed from the fevered attachment of passion to a gentle inter-twining. Ryan’s lips parted, releasing Danielle’s breast as he nestled his cheek against her and continued to sink “...deeper and deeper...” as Sasha was whispering. She gave each a kiss on the forehead, “Just sleep now. When you awaken, you will know what to do, and nothing will stop you.” She straightened up, took a moment to gauge the temperature of the room, and covered them with a sheet before slipping out. She stopped in the living room, taking the wine bottle and emptying it in the sink before laying it on the floor next to the coffee table with the glasses.

Sasha sighed and locked the door on her way out.

It was over an hour later that Ryan’s eyes slowly opened. Outside it was night, but the dim light that had found its way from the living room, down the hall, and through the open door illuminated Danielle’s breast rising just before his face. He felt her soft skin beneath him and the embrace of her arms and legs. What the hell happened? He remembered... what? Chinese food... reruns on TV... wine... hypnosis... a barmaid?... no, that couldn’t be right. Well, whatever had happened, things obviously went pretty well. He reached down and stroked the back of Danielle’s thigh. He felt her body stir, felt her breasts rise and fall beneath him as she drew a deep breath. He raised himself up to look into her opening eyes. She took a moment, undoubtedly to ask herself the same questions he had, but finally gave a small smile and a simple “Hi!” Ryan’s position made it impossible for her not to notice his almost instant arousal. “What’s that?” she teased and raised herself to kiss him in a manner that even he could not misunderstand, then slowly dropped back down, bringing him with her...