The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Drifting… endlessly drifting. She wasn’t sure where she was, and she didn’t care. It felt far too good to just let all her worries ebb away and float in infinite nothingness. It was as though her entire body was wrapped inside a wonderful delicate cloud and it felt wonderful. She couldn’t remember why this was happening and she didn’t really care, though she knew that she needed this. She wanted to relax and feel good, she couldn’t get enough of this sensation. Everything else had faded to white as she bathed in this incredible feeling, letting all worries and concerns drift away.

She could hear a voice in the distance. She wasn’t sure whose voice it was, but she didn’t need to pay too much attention. The words washed over her, seeping into her surroundings without her even recognising what they were. She felt herself drifting further down, deeper and deeper inside herself, the deeper she went the better it felt. She didn’t want to let this sensation go. It was becoming more and more difficult to focus on her own thoughts, but she didn’t mind. The voice was counting each number dragging her down further and further down. A small part of her suddenly felt apprehensive. It was already so difficult to think, what would happen if she went deeper? Her small amount of resistance didn’t impede her progress and she continued to sink, her thoughts and memories scattering like bubbles. Soon there would be nothing left. And she loved it…

Dennis moved one of the chairs from the dining area across the room and positioned it opposite his stepsister. She remained on the sofa, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

‘You aren’t going to make me bark like a dog, are you?’ she asked him, nervously. She was trying to make jokes, but he could sense her anxiety. He’d have to do something about that first, before he went any further.

‘Do you want to bark like a dog?’ he asked her with a smile. She quickly shook her head and he chuckled.

‘Fair enough,’ he continued, ‘but you’re thinking about stage hypnosis. Those sorts of tricks are really only used when there is an audience, there would be no point doing it here. Besides, I’m not doing this for fun.’ She met his gaze, studying him.

‘And you think this is going to help?’ she asked, clearly not convinced. He shrugged.

‘It might, but it will likely depend on you. Even if nothing else happens it should feel pretty good.’ He was tempted to mention how much Angie enjoyed it but considering Freyja’s opinion of his girlfriend that might have the opposite effect. It was something else he’d need to work on. Freyja sighed.

‘Well I guess it can’t hurt. What do I need to do? Are you going to swing a watch in front of my face or something?’ Dennis maintained his reassuring smile.

‘Not necessary, hypnosis is really just a state of mind. It allows you to relax your body and focus your mind. It isn’t something that anyone else can do to you, it’s something that only you can do. It isn’t like in films. All you need to do is sit there and follow my suggestions. If you ever feel uncomfortable just let me know and we can stop, alright?’ She nodded. She still seemed nervous, but she felt a bit more certain.

‘Alright,’ he started lowering his voice to his practiced soothing tone, ‘to start with I want you to uncross your legs, keep your feet flat on the floor and your arms at your side. Now I want you to stare at my finger, just like that.’ While maintaining a relaxed position himself Dennis lifted his hand while keeping the lower part of his arm on the arm rest of his chair. He then raised his index finger, keeping the rest of his fingers close against his palm. He watched as her eyes focused on it, even before he had told her to. Of course, hypnosis really was a self-fulfilling prophecy. If someone wants to be hypnotised, truly wants it, they’ll do most of the work themselves. It’s the only way. In the end it’s impossible to hypnotise someone, they have to enter that state themselves. All you can do is open the door and show them the way, correcting their direction every so often.

‘That’s right,’ he said again, ‘just focus on my finger, and as you focus on my finger I want you to relax. Take a deep breath. In. Out. Let’s do that again. In. Out. Very good.’ Freyja followed his instructions, watching his finger she took a breath, let it out, then another one. He could already see some of the tension leaving her as her body, previously stiff and apprehensive, began to loosen up. She seemed to sense this herself, for her eyes widened.

‘Oh, I think it’s starting to work!’ she exclaimed. Dennis had to resist the urge to sigh. They had a lot more work to do. He gave her a small nod.

‘That’s good,’ he said, ‘but you don’t need to tell me that, you can just sit there and relax, ok?’ She recognised his gentle rebuke for what it was and mouthed a quick apology, a small smile playing across her face. He didn’t mind, everyone had their own ways of relaxing. At the start of Angie’s first session she had prepared a spiral recording on her computer for him to use and had been so engrossed in it she completely ignored him, to the point that he had needed to physically turn her towards him to remind her that he was still there. There had been plenty of other incidents like that, she had wanted him to hypnotise her using a watch, a pendulum, a coin and a bunch of different ways. In the end, once he’d humoured her he settled on his finger as the preferred method. After all, it was always on hand when he needed it. Much more convenient then searching around for a piece of string. Who even used string nowadays?

‘I want you to continue to focus on my finger,’ he continued, ‘as you do so I want you to feel yourself continuing to relax. In your head I want you to start counting down from a hundred. With every number you feel it becoming easier and easier to just relax. Feel the tension seeping out of your body with every number your count. Feel that wonderful sensation creep over you, starting with your feet as it moves up your body, helping you relax more and more.’ As he continued to speak to her, going through a basic induction he had cobbled together from various sources on the internet he watched Freyja closely, attempting to gauge her reaction. He was confident that his induction would work, he had essentially won the moment she had agreed to allow this to happen. All he needed to do was go through the motions and she would do the rest. Of course, her consent had needed to be genuine but after forcibly breaking through the barriers she had established between them and throwing her off emotionally through the use of their shared concerns she was likely at her most vulnerable right now. Of course, he had no intention of taking advantage of her, everything he was doing and was about to do was for the sake of their family.

Eventually Freyja reached a point where he was satisfied that she was just about ready. Her posture had slumped into the sofa and the eyes she fixed on his finger were lidded, blinking frequently though he hadn’t yet given her any such instructions.

‘Alright,’ he moved on, ‘now I want you to watch my finger move closer and closer to you. As it moves closer you’ll feel more and more tired as you struggle to keep your eyes open and focus on the finger. Once you feel the tip of my finger touch your forehead your eyes will close and you’ll drift off to sleep, though you’ll still able to listen to my words and the relaxing sound of my voice.’ His stepsister gave no indication that she was trying to resist his suggestions, so he began to slowly move his finger towards her. He noticed her tense up, ever so slightly, but whether that was through apprehension or excitement he wasn’t quite sure. Regardless she continued to watch his finger move closer until he finally touched her forehead. Just as with Angie, Freyja’s eyes crossed briefly as she tried to follow his finger and then suddenly her eyes closed, and her head slumped to the side. Afraid that she might suddenly fall, Dennis moved forwards, his hands reaching out to steady her, but it wasn’t necessary. Instead he simply eased her towards the side of the sofa, allowing her head to rest against it, the armrest preventing her from falling further. Then he took a moment to inspect his work.

His quick conclusion after a brief look was that he didn’t think he’d ever seen his moody stepsister look more relaxed. Her face, which so often had worn a frown or scowl when looking at him, was now calm, almost serene. Her mouth was open ever so slightly and she could hear the soft sounds of her breathing. For all intensive purposes she looked as though she was sleeping peacefully. That was exactly how it should have been, but for a moment he was concerned, thinking that something was unusual, and then he realised the difference. Up until this point he had only ever hypnotised Angie, and she had almost always worn a smile upon her face, even in the deepest of trances. He could always command her to remove the smile and had once so just to see her face truly blank, but all the other times he hadn’t bothered. This was the difference, Angie had wanted this, had been eager for it. Freyja was just going along with it because he had told her it would help. He couldn’t help but wonder exactly what he would have to do for her to wear that same smile on her face whenever he placed her in a trance.

This treacherous line of thinking quickly lead him to appreciate his stepsister’s delicate features. She really was beautiful, more conventionally attractive as opposed to Angie’s cutesier, niche style of attractive. The comparison to his girlfriend drew his eyes down further, to Freyja’s chest and for a moment he admired the way it rose and fell in time with her even breathing. Yes, she was definitely larger despite being at least five years younger. Angie had always insisted that she was a B and had gone on an incredible journey through many clothing and lingerie stores in order to find one that had a sizing system skewed enough to allow her to proudly don a bra with that all important B cup label on it. Of course, the truth was that his girlfriend was much closer to an A no matter how much she tried to deny it. He couldn’t say for sure without examining them directly, but Dennis had to guess that Freyja was at least two sizes larger than Angie already. Considering her mother, he wouldn’t be surprised if she continued to grow even larger.

He shook his head. He shouldn’t be thinking things like this. Freyja may not be related to him by blood, but she was still his stepsister. She was part of his family. Of course, legally speaking, once the divorce was finalised the two of them might as well be strangers, but he had already assured her that she would continue to be a member of his family and she had allowed herself to be hypnotised based on this. There was no way he could take advantage of her in such a way. Besides, what he had said to Angie had been correct, it was exhausting enough just trying to keep her satisfied, he certainly didn’t have libido to spare. Yes, he had no reason to do anything to Freyja, it really didn’t matter how good he was sure he’d feel with her lips wrapped around his…

He shook his head again. What was wrong with him? Why did he keep thinking about that? Was it because for so long Angie had been his only family? Had his own way of thinking become twisted somewhere? There were words in his head he didn’t recognise, words that weren’t his own. He wanted Freyja. So, he should take her. But he hadn’t wanted her in ‘that’ way. But did that matter? Once he had her he could do whatever he wanted, couldn’t he? Wasn’t that what family was all about? People that accept each other and love each other unconditionally? Or was that just what he had always imagined a family should be? It occurred to him at that moment that he didn’t actually know what a proper family should be like. His own early memories mostly consisted of his mother and father arguing. Then the divorce. Then Theresa and Freyja moved in and the arguing began again. The only real relationship he’d had had been with his dog. She’d always been there for him; a faithful friend and companion and he remembered the nights he’d buried his head in her fur trying to drown out his parents’ angry voices. And then he started his relationship with Angie and everything had changed. So perhaps he really didn’t know what ‘family’ was supposed to be.

His own uncertainties aside, Dennis could safely come to the conclusion that a regular family didn’t participate in the sort of activities he’d been thinking about. There was a word for that, wasn’t there. Incest, yes it was something that was almost universally scorned and shunned. Still, even if he did do something with Freyja, they weren’t actually related so it wouldn’t count. This wasn’t getting him anywhere; his thinking had become circular. Time to move on. He focused his attention back on Freyja, who hadn’t stirred while he had been battling with his inner demons. Whatever happened in the future, he definitely wasn’t going to do anything right now. He spent several more minutes deepening his stepsister’s trance, giving her a few basic suggestions to test their effectiveness, such as having her put her hands together and telling them that they were stuck. Freyja proved to be cooperative albeit lacking the excitement and enthusiasm Angie had always shown at these times. Still he was certainly making progress. It was probably time to get down to business.

‘Alright Freyja,’ he said, maintaining his soft, soothing tone, ‘I’m going to ask you a few questions. I’d like you to answer them as honestly as possible. If for whatever reason you don’t want to answer a question that’s fine, just say so. You can do all this while maintaining this good relaxed feeling, okay?’ He hadn’t expected much of a reaction to a question like this, but to his surprise a faint frown crossed her face.

‘Sure,’ she said, though he could hear the traces of irritation in her voice.

‘Is there something wrong?’ he asked her, though he had a pretty good idea. Her frown deepened a bit.

‘Don’t like that name,’ she answered, just as he had suspected. Dennis briefly toyed with the idea of directly asking her about the nickname she’d chosen. But since the answer to that question was likely at the heart of Freyja’s problems he doubted she’d simply answer the question. So for now he’d skirt that particular topic.

‘Sorry,’ he consoled her, ‘is that okay, Becca?’ Immediately her face softened, and she nodded. It was interesting that even in trance she objected to her own name, but that likely came down to the issues she had with her mother. One of the objectives in these sessions would be to cure that particular reaction. Freyja had a lovely name, in his opinion, and he wanted to use it. Besides, calling her Becca brought back too many memories of his pet. Still, best not to start with that.

‘Alright,’ he continued, ‘I’ll start now. With every question you answer I want you to feel more relaxed and more comfortable. It feels good to answer my questions, to place your trust in me. We are family after all.’ He started to ask Freyja some basic questions. He made sure to start with questions that he actually knew the answer to. He didn’t think she would lie to him, if she didn’t want to answer a question she would likely say so, but he needed to be sure. To his relief, Freyja answered each of his questions, her full name, her date of birth, the names of both her parents, the names of both his parents. His middle name, date of birth, favourite colour and so on. As he continued in this vein he noticed her becoming more relaxed and a small smile was now playing on her lips. It wasn’t the same eager expression Angie always had, this was simply someone enjoying their relaxation, but it was certainly good progress. In particular, Dennis couldn’t help but notice a hint of pride entering his stepsister’s voice when she had been answering the questions he had asked about himself. He had really only asked them because he didn’t know her nearly as well as he’d like, but he’d been surprised to learn that she seemed to know quite a bit about him, certainly more than he knew about her. It made him feel bad all over again. Finally, he reached a question that caused her to hesitate.

‘What do you want to be when you are older?’ It wasn’t really the sort of question that he should have asked, it was the sort of silly question a school teacher often asked small children. The answer was often something idealistic and impractical. He didn’t think many children would answer by saying that they wanted to work at a fast food restaurant or as an administrator for a company. Freyja, being older, and a lot more jaded, hesitated, her face creasing with discomfort.

‘Don’t know,’ she answered. Dennis frowned. Was it worth pushing her for an answer? He was trying to help her, after all. If she was causing trouble because she didn’t have a proper path in mind then it might be worth helping her get onto it.

‘Isn’t there anything you’d like to do?’ he tried.

‘I’d like to have a child,’ his stepsister replied, immediately. Dennis found himself hesitating. She wanted to be a mother? Why didn’t she answer with that earlier then? Perhaps she had interpreted his previous question as referring to work.

‘And why is that?’ he inquired. It was interesting that Freyja wanted to be a mother, though that wasn’t something he could help her with. Immediately an imagine appeared in his head, Freyja naked and ready, reaching out to him. He quickly banished those ideas, almost missing her reply.

‘I want a family,’ she said, warmly, ‘a proper family. I want to show her what it means to be a mother. Show her how it’s done.’ So then, it came back to Theresa after all. He really didn’t think the two of them were on such bad terms.

‘Do you dislike your mother?’ he asked her. Freyja frowned.

‘Of course not, don’t be stupid,’ she told him. That sulky attitude was back, even all his efforts hadn’t been able to get rid of it completely.

‘So you do love her, you just find her difficult to deal with?’ he tried. She nodded.

‘Yeah, something like that. She’s always busy and doesn’t pay attention, then suddenly decides to but in and tell me how I should live my life. It’s annoying.’ Dennis nodded. His own father had been like that. Certainly not an unkind or uncaring man, he’d done everything he’d needed to do as a father, taught Dennis right from wrong, taught him how to look after himself. But the two of them had always had trouble connecting on an emotional level. It didn’t help that the man had always been so busy with work and with trying to manage the women in his life. First Dennis’s mother, then Theresa, Dennis had concluded that his father’s taste in women left much to be desired.

‘I think she only does it because she cares,’ he told his stepsister, ‘you’d like to have a better relationship with her, wouldn’t you?’ Freyja nodded.

‘Of course,’ she replied. Her sulky expression was gone now, the relaxation back. It wouldn’t be easy to fix her relationship with her mother, but Dennis was already considering different ways that he could help. Theresa would be even more challenging than her daughter, but if he could somehow convince her it would likely be in the same way. Another image appeared in his head. Theresa sitting on his sofa, her face blank and expressionless, staring straight ahead of her. Empty and willing, waiting for him to fill her up with what ever thoughts or ideas he wanted. He didn’t even feel guilty or embarrassed about this one. The gold-digging narcissist could do with being taken down a peg or two. But that would have to wait. He needed to work on Freyja first, while she was still around. As much as he’d like to further explore this topic, he decided to switch to something else.

‘How do you feel about staying here?’ he asked her, hoping that she was deep enough that she would be able to answer the question honestly right in front of her host. Freyja’s shoulders twitched, as though she’d tried to shrug but found that she didn’t have the energy for it.

‘It’s alright,’ she replied, ‘nothing special.’ Dennis shrugged himself. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, but he shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up. At least she didn’t dislike living with him and Angie.

‘Isn’t it nice, the two of us living together again?’ he pushed her. Freyja hesitated for the briefest of moments.

‘Sure,’ she ventured, ‘but…’ she trailed off and Dennis could guess as to what she hadn’t said.

‘But not so much living with Angie,’ he suggested, helping her finish her sentence.

‘Yeah,’ she agreed, apparently not feeling so reluctant when he had said it himself.

‘What do you think about Angie then?’ he tried, hoping such a daring question wouldn’t rattle her out of her trance. Freyja frowned again.

‘She’s like a bitch in heat, always needy, always clingy and demanding attention. It’s annoying.’ Dennis flinched. There hadn’t been anger in Freyja’s voice, she’d said the words as though it was obvious. The frustrating thing was that Dennis couldn’t even bring himself to disagree with her. But at the same time there was far more to Angie than just that. It wasn’t unusual, most of his friends and most of her old friends from school didn’t understand her. They saw her as a woman without pride or self-respect, who would meekly and passively submit herself to the whims of her boyfriend. Many of her female friends had gotten angry with her over this, telling her that she was a strong independent woman who didn’t need to belittle herself by accepting the control of a man. But they didn’t understand the nature of their relationship at all. In truth, Angie was really the one in control. She might enjoy being dominated in the bedroom and might enjoy allowing Dennis to order her around like a wind-up doll whenever she was in trance, but those were all things that she instigated.

There were the people who liked to drive, and those who preferred to simply sit back and enjoy the ride without having to worry about anything else. Angie belonged more in the second camp, the only difference was in the force in which she pursued this lifestyle. She was very direct about what she wanted and more often than not Dennis was the one bowing to her wishes. It wasn’t something that most people seemed to be able to grasp. Certainly, it didn’t seem as though Freyja understood this, though it seemed her concerns were somewhat different from the usual ones. Regardless, if the three of them were to live together, overcoming his stepsister’s disapproval of his girlfriend would have to be the first step.

‘So, it bothers you that she’s very open about her desires?’ he asked Freyja, seeking clarification. She nodded, it was difficult at this stage to gauge exactly how deep she was, certainly not nearly as deep as he would have liked, but she was still answering his questions and that was the important thing.

‘It makes me uncomfortable,’ she added, ‘she doesn’t seem to have any self-control at all!’ Dennis couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at this. Angie actually had quite a lot of self-control, if she didn’t he doubted they’d ever leave their bedroom. But more importantly:

‘Do you not enjoy sex yourself?’ he inquired. It probably wasn’t the sort of question he should be asking his stepsister, but the irritation she displayed towards this particular topic seemed to indicate something abnormal. Most people did enjoy sex, after all, even if they didn’t engage in it even a fraction of the amount that Angie wanted to.

‘No,’ Freyja replied, her frown deepening, ‘I only tried it once with my boyfriend. It hurt, and he didn’t really know what he was doing. He finished too quickly, and then all he wanted to do was sleep.’ Dennis was surprised, though not by her story, which he assumed was typical for inexperienced teenagers who didn’t have the benefit of hypnosis amplifying their partner’s sensations. No, he was surprised that Freyja had even answered his question. He had asked it casually enough but considering her outrage whenever he broached the subject previously he had almost expected her to protest his question now. That she hadn’t was a good sign and encouraged him to continue. If Freyja was going to develop a better relationship with Angie, then she’d need to loosen up a bit when it came to sex.

‘So, you’ve haven’t tried pleasuring yourself?’ he asked her, trying to maintain the same calm and soothing tone while his questions became more and more outrageous. Freyja seemed to struggle with this…

‘I… er…’ she scrunched up her face and for a moment Dennis was sure she was about to open her eyes and shoot daggers at him. He took one of her hands in his and squeezed it reassuringly.

‘It’s alright,’ he told her, ‘you don’t have to answer.’ She shuddered, a flush spreading across her face.

‘I… do,’ she said, ‘not very often… but I have tried it.’ So, it wasn’t as though she wasn’t entirely uninterested.

‘I see,’ Dennis continued, ‘in that case there is something we can try to help you enjoy yourself better. It’s called erotic hypnosis. It can make you feel good without anyone so much as touching you. Is that something you’d be interested in?’ Dennis almost slapped himself in the face. What on earth was he doing? He’d spent so much time trying to avoid this line of thinking but still somehow, he’d ended up here. Was Angie rubbing off on him more than he cared to admit? Or was he just frustrated from not being able to do it as much recently. Either way there was no excuse for making such a suggestion to his stepsister. Sure, erotic hypnosis was real, but it was more of a recreational activity and likely wasn’t considered a legitimate medical practice like conventional hypnotherapy was. Certainly, there was no way that his grumpy, sex hating stepsister would agree to something as shady as…

‘Sure,’ Freyja replied, her voice tinged with some undecipherable emotion, ‘if you think it would help…’

Angie leant back in her chair and checked her phone, wondering if Dennis had managed to make any progress. Probably not, Freyja seemed like a tough customer, it would probably take Dennis longer than a single evening to break through her defences. Still he was determined to keep Freyja in their family, and that determination would only have been strengthened by Angie’s suggestions before she went out. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what Dennis meant by the word ‘family’. Her own family had been somewhat normal, she’d grown up with both her mother and her father and both her parents were still together. They didn’t go to see them because her father was convinced that Dennis had somehow corrupted his delicate princess into some kind of sex obsessed freak, but she still spoke regularly to both her mother and father. But Dennis wasn’t like that. He only really saw or spoke to his father on special occasions and he hadn’t seen his mother in years. And then there was Freyja, beautiful, stroppy but also damaged and vulnerable, a girl without a place she could call home. Their status as family could be severed by a single piece of paper and soon would be. So what would they be then?

Angie wasn’t stupid, she knew that if she and Freyja stood side by side in front of a group of young men, the majority of them would choose the more conventionally beautiful girl over her. So then, encouraging the two of them to spend time together and deepen their bond was stoking a fire that she wouldn’t be able to put out; one that could become a mighty, all consuming conflagration. Still, she trusted her boyfriend and was confident the two of them would be together for many more years. Hopefully all of them. There were still plenty of positions she wanted to try and kinky scenarios and games she wanted to play with Dennis. And once her sex drive had calmed down a bit she was looking forward to raising his children. She was still trying to decide how many of them she wanted, but she was sure it would be a lot. She didn’t think she’d mind too much if Freyja continued to live with them, it might lead to some awkward situations but if Dennis was happy and continued to dote on her she wouldn’t mind too much. Hopefully. And it wasn’t as though she hadn’t been sowing seeds in fields that weren’t her own…

Almost on cue the door to the break room opened and her colleague stepped into the room.

‘Phew,’ she sighed, by way of a greeting, ‘another day down and only two more days until the weekend. I’m stoked already!’ Angie smiled at the newcomer.

‘Hey Christie, good job. Are you going home today or visiting your boyfriend?’ Christina sank into the chair next to Angie and closed her eyes, relishing the end of her shift.

‘Haven’t decided yet,’ she replied, ‘I had a bit of a fight with John yesterday. He wanted to come around my place this evening but I’m always so tired after I work here that I can’t deal with him. He always wants to do it and I just don’t have the energy. I just wish he’d get himself a job as well, then maybe he’d be just as tired as me!’ Angie couldn’t help but giggle.

‘I can imagine that must be annoying,’ she answered, ‘but I think that’s typical in a boy his age. Men tend to suffer from those sorts of problems more than women, it’s just genetics.’ Christina sighed, this time in exasperation.

‘I know, and it isn’t as though I don’t enjoy it, but lately every time we do it…’ she suddenly paused and shook her head, ‘sorry Angie,’ she continued, ‘it seems as though every time we talk I always end up ranting about my problems. It must be annoying.’ Angie laughed again.

‘Not at all,’ she assured her younger colleague, ‘I do work for a therapist, after all. I wouldn’t have chosen to work at a place like that if I didn’t enjoy helping other people sort out their lives. And it sounds to me that you and your boyfriend are doing fine, no issues that aren’t unusual to any new couple your age.’ Christina smiled and looked a lot more relaxed.

‘Thanks,’ she said, ‘talking about these things do make me feel better. Still, I think I’ll make him stew for a little bit. I’ll send him a message telling him I’ll be going home on my own.’ With a smile she pulled out her phone and began to write out a message. Angie took the opportunity to look her over, trying to remember how they had become friends. Then again, Christina Evens wasn’t exactly a friend. She wasn’t even a friend of a friend. As far as Angie could remember Christie had been a friend of her friend Heather’s young sister, Dorothy. So that in effect made the two of them strangers. She doubted Christie even remembered Heather considering both Heather and Dorothy had moved away a couple of years ago. But they were still connected on the internet, in fact it was frightening how much could be found online nowadays. But Angie was grateful for that, for now she was acquainted with an attractive nineteen-year-old. And yes, she considered Christie attractive, maybe not in the same league as Freyja but she had her own appeal.

Christie was more of a sporty type, she exercised regularly when she wasn’t working or studying but still managed to remain cheerful and positive only letting her guard down at times like this when the day was well and truly over. She also had jet-black hair that she always kept above her shoulders even if Angie thought it would have looked better if it had been longer. And of course, was the sort of person who possessed a nice healthy tan, as though she’d spent the previous two weeks on holiday somewhere everyone else wanted to be. It wasn’t certain why, but typically it was explained by revealing that Christie’s mother was Spanish, giving Christie that sort of Mediterranean skin tone; the sort of tan the paler English girls would spend money and or put in considerable effort to achieve. Christie seemed to be able to maintain her skin tone simply by jogging regularly and her daily work outs had given her a well-toned body that drew a man’s gaze just as assuredly as a pretty face, blond hair and big breasts would. And it wasn’t as though Christie was lacking in the chest department either, though Angie had to say that her legs and thighs were likely her best features. Yes, Christie was sexy and desirable, and she naturally radiated more appeal than Angie would ever be able to, no matter how much she tried. And perhaps that would have upset her if it wasn’t for their little secret.

‘Before you go home,’ Angie purred, her voice now containing a well-practiced silky soft tone, ‘do you want the usual?’ Christie’s bright lively green eyes swivelled up to regard the older girl.

‘Really?’ she asked, eagerly, ‘I always feel bad about asking myself, but I feel so much better afterwards, as though all the stress from the day has just melted away!’ Angie smiled at the younger girl, closing her eyes to hide the predatory glint that no doubt would have appeared behind them.

‘Not at all,’ she reassured her colleague, ‘I wouldn’t make the offer if I wasn’t willing to do it! It’s just a shame that I never have time to do it until you are off work. I’m sure you’d much rather just go straight home.’ Christie shook her head vehemently.

‘No, no!’ she protested, ‘I really don’t mind staying an extra half hour or so. After all, your massages feel so great it’s as though I’ve gotten a full night’s sleep. It’s so refreshing!’ Angie maintained her reassuring smile.

‘That’s good to hear,’ she cooed, softly, ‘alright then you know the drill. Just sit back, relax and leave everything to me…’

Twenty minutes later Angie cried out as the first orgasm of the evening shot through her body, starting between her legs and shooting through the rest of her body to explode out through her mouth. Despite this, Christie’s well practiced tongue continued its assault on the older girl’s clit, dragging the pleasure out until another spasm rocked Angie’s body and another scream burst out of her. Angie’s legs, wrapped around Christie’s head, drawing the younger girl even closer so that Angie could now feel her colleague’s nose brushing against the hairs of her mound teasing them with delightful vibrations every time she breathed out. Next, she felt Christie’s tongue exploring her folds, lapping up her juices like a cat with a bowl of milk, tasting her wetness, her arousal. For a few more minutes, Christie continued to tease Angie’s flesh without mercy, just as she’d been instructed to, bringing the older girl to the edge of her third orgasm, and holding her there. Angie gritted her teeth and held on as long as she could, riding the waves of pleasure rocking her body as she basked in the heat radiating from her womanhood. Then finally, when she couldn’t take any more she cried out.

‘That’s enough, Christie, finish it!’ Immediately Christie’s tongue resumed its assault on Angie’s clit, while at the same time the younger woman pushed two fingers as deep inside Angie as they could go, rubbing against her sensitive flesh and finding the most sensitive spots. It doesn’t take long before another orgasm blasts through Angie’s body, both hands over her mouth to muffle her ecstatic screams. Once again Christie relentlessly tormented Angie’s genitals, prolonging her orgasm for several more minutes. Finally, Angie slumps down, exhausted.

‘Alright, that’s enough, you can stop now.’ Christie pulls her head back and stares up at Angie, waiting her next instructions. Her lovely green eyes, so bright and lively earlier, were now dull and vacant, her face showing almost no emotion at all. Only the flush on her cheeks and the irregular rhythm of her breathing distinguished her from a doll as she knelt on the floor in front of Angie, her own hands teasing her pussy and nipple as she waited. Angie smiled down at her.

‘Good girl, you can finish yourself off now.’ Christie’s blank expression didn’t change but her fingers suddenly sped up, rubbing her own sensitive spots until her own orgasm shuddered through her body, spilling out of her mouth in a low groan. Angie leant back, fully satisfied for the time being. They had moved into the bar’s staff bathroom for their fun and Angie once again felt the relief rush through her body at the thought that no one had come in during it. Of course, it wasn’t very likely, their manager maintained a strict schedule with the bar staff and only allowed them to visit the restroom during their one and only break, which generally took place in the middle of their shifts and lasted an hour. It was Angie’s turn right now, so she should have the place to herself, and of course Christie had already finished her shift so no one would be looking for her. So long as Angie cleaned them both up and was back at work within the next fifteen minutes there wouldn’t be any problems.

She glanced back down at Christie, kneeling naked in front of her, mindlessly waiting for her next instructions. Considering they hadn’t known each other before they started working here it had been surprisingly easy to ensnare her. Christie was an incredibly busy person, studying at university in the mornings and early afternoons only to head off to work for the late afternoon and through the evening. Added to that were her regular workouts and nights with her typically horny teenage boyfriend and she’d naturally find herself tired and stressed. And what would be a better way to help relieve that stress than a relaxing message from an expert? After experimenting twice more with her boss, Dr Bates, she now knew exactly how to lull someone into a deeply relaxed and suggestible state. The rest was devilishly simple. And the result was a win win situation, Christie got to feel refreshed and blow off some steam and Angie was able to soothe the fire burning within her, if only for a while. But that wasn’t the only reason she’d gone through all this effort, she needed to remember that.

She looked down at Christie. Her own orgasm achieved, her face had gone back to its usual vacant expression, her blank eyes staring up at her but clearly not actually seeing her. Angie couldn’t get enough of that expression. Every time she looked at those dull eyes she couldn’t help but imagine that it was her on the floor and Dennis looming over her. The incredible feelings that washed through her body when Dennis played with her were far greater than anything she could achieve herself. Yes, she’d much prefer being the submissive, but she’d already promised herself that she’d only ever allow Dennis to have that sort of power over her. It just wouldn’t be right otherwise. Still, she was sure he wouldn’t object to playing with both of them. She’d been playing with Christie regularly over the last month and before Freyja had turned up she’d been toying with the idea of bringing an entranced Christie back home with her, a tasty present for her boyfriend. She couldn’t get the image out of her head, mindlessly sucking on her boyfriend’s glorious cock while sitting on Christie’s face, feeling her tongue teasing her folds. She was sure they would all enjoy that.

But that was enough playing around for today, she needed to clean up, wake Christie and send her on her way.

‘Alright Christie,’ she began, ‘just like always I want you to let all of your memories of the last half an hour sink to the bottom of your subconsciousness. In the back of your mind you’ll understand that you can only truly be satisfied being played with like this, but you won’t consciously be aware of it. In a moment you’ll clean yourself up, get dressed and leave the bar, making sure no one sees you leave this bathroom. Once you are safely away you can regain your senses, safe in the knowledge that you received a deeply relaxing massage and that all of the stress and tension in your body has melted away. Do you understand?’ Christie’s mouth moved without her brain even being aware of it,

‘Yes,’ she replied, continuing to stare sightlessly ahead of her. She wasn’t aware of anything right now, only what she had just been told. Right now, Angie’s instructions were the only thing inside her head, that and the wonderful, blissful feeling of trance, a feeling Angie herself couldn’t get enough of. Hopefully she could convince Dennis to put her under again, they could do whatever they wanted so long as they didn’t bother Freyja but first she had something she needed to do.

‘Just before we finish up today,’ Angie continued, not bothering to hide the triumphant glint in her eyes this time, ‘we need to finish our conversation from last week. I need you to tell me more about your father, Christie. Where does he work, what are his hours and schedule and most importantly, how can I meet him?’