The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

First off, let me say, that I’m an idiot.

I should have seen this coming miles away, I mean, she telegraphed exactly what was going to happen to me, but like an idiot, I agreed to it, though mostly because I thought it couldn’t happen. I thought it couldn’t be real. That it was just going to be another one of her fun games. I got exactly what I deserved.

A little background: My name’s Samantha, Sam for short. I’m your typical happy-go-lucky, collegiate lesbian explorer. I mean, I dated guys in high school, but going to college, especially a women’s college, I mean it’s hard to resist the urge to explore your sexuality a bit. I mean, I don’t know if I’m going to stay a lezzie forever, maybe just a LUG (Lesbian Until Graduation), but for now it works, especially with this girl I’m with. Catherine. Or Cat for short. I thank the roommate selection goddesses that put us together freshman year. It took her less than a week for her to seduce me and I’ve been on the hook ever since.

I wouldn’t call Cat ‘big’, but she’s definitely got some heft to her. She towers over me at nearly six foot, and she’s packing some serious muscle from all that volleyball she plays. Sometimes she calls me her pet. At 5′4 I’m staring right at her boobs all the time. People say we make an odd couple. She’s tall and muscular while I’m soft and squishy. Plenty of tits and ass for her to play with. And our sex...the sex is so different with her. Maybe I’m not so bi after all.

Sex with guys was mostly so....serious. Lots of huffing and moaning...deep sensual looks and zero conversation. With most guys (well high school guys anyway) it’s just about the sex. With Cat it’s different. It’s fun. It’s a game. It can be deeply sensual. Or it can be silly nonsense. Cat imbues sex with this playfulness that’s liberating.

I don’t like the whole top/bottom dynamic, but Cat’s definitely a top at heart. Sometimes she lets me take charge, but only if she lets me. Most of the time she’s calling the shots. She loves to wager. We’ll play all sorts of games: board games, card games, dice games, video games and the winner gets to pull an envelope out of the ‘prize box’.

The prize box is her collection of sex toys, erotica, and sex prizes she keeps in unmarked envelopes. I’ve put made up a few prizes like ‘hour-long-massage’ (we have a massage table we keep under the bed) or ‘luxuriant tongue lashing’, but it’s Cat that creates the truly imaginative and playful sex prizes. I mean, she’ll write out pages of instructions that the loser of the game must adhere to. I mean, I beat her in poker once and the envelope contained a detailed porno film I got to direct her in. It was pretty fucking hot.

I think there’s one prize though...that I don’t think got picked at random. I think we were playing Street Fighter or something, she won. Now usually the loser picks the envelope, but she decided she was going to this time. The envelope she chose from the prize box.. I could swear I saw a little crease on the envelope. And she seemed...so excited. I saw her tremble a little when she handed me the envelope to read. This is what it said:

“Congratulations! By opening this envelope you have invoked a magical spell that will turn you into an obedient, happy, puppy! As you read this note, you will start to feel the effects of the spell. You will find it more comfortable to get on all fours and read this note in front of you.”

I looked at her somewhat skeptically. We’d done lots of role-playing stuff...but this was a little out there.

“Well come-on!” she said. “Get on all fours, you naughty dog!”

I got on all fours, placed the note in front of me and kept reading.

“Now start to feel your human mind receding away...being slowly replaced with a canine mind. Is that an itch on your ear? Scratch it with your front paw!”

I playfully scratched at my ear. I saw Cat put her hand on her chest. Was this turning her on that much? The note continued:

“Good girl! Now start to feel a tail growing out of your backside. I hope you are still human enough to remove whatever clothing might be obstructing it! Quick, get those clothes off while you still can!”

I pretended to be shocked at the idea that a tail was growing out of the top of my butt. I slid down my sweatpants and my panties and started to wiggle my butt a bit as if I was wagging my tail. This time I heard Cat gasp. I looked over at her and saw her staring at me intently. One hand was rubbing her breast and the other was between her legs slowly stroking. I could see her wetness starting to seep through her underwear.

“Now quickly remove the rest of your clothes! Doggies don’t wear clothes do they? And when all your clothes are off, you will go over to your mistress, put your head in her lap, and give a soft ‘bark’ to let her know that you are a good girl.”

I did as the note instructed. I removed my t-shirt, but showed I was having problems, as a dog might if it found itself constrained by a shirt. Once I was naked I started to pretend I was a dog. I scratched myself a few more times. Took some tentative sniffs at the air. And then I crawled over to Cat, laid down next to her, put my head on her thighs, looked up at her, and said, “woof.”

And oh my god she came so hard. I mean, by the time I’d made my way over to her lap, her masturbation had become quite furious. She had her hand full inside panties and she was frantically stroking. When I barked at her, her whole body clenched and shuttered in a way I’d never seen before. Her breathing sounded choked and she squeezed my head so tightly I was almost worried.

“Cat are you okay?!”

“Shhhh...shhh...don’t speak yet, be a dog some more, okay?”

“Okay.”

“No talking...just be a dog a bit longer.”

“Woof!”

And she came again. Not as intensely this time, but she definitely came just from hearing me bark. It was pretty trippy. Then it was my turn.

“Well aren’t you the cutest little puppy?” she said.

“Woof!”

“Oh you are adorable...and you know what adorable puppies get? Tummy rubs! Show me your tummy puppy! Give me a nice stretch!”

I stretched out and she started stroking my boobs and my tummy, working those strong hands into me. It felt divine.

“Oh you are so lovely puppy! Does that feel good?”

I nodded. She started caressing outside of my pussy gently running her palm over my clit. I gasped a little.

“How does my puppy feel when I do this?”

She dipped a couple of fingers inside me. I was pretty slick. Watching her come like that had really gotten me going.

“Oh god, Cat,” I said. And that’s what killed it. It was like I’d turned off a switch. She stopped almost cold.

“What? Don’t stop. I’m almost there.” But it was too late. Whatever fantasy had been running in her head had just come crashing down.

“Lay back.” she commanded, and she proceeded to finish me off. She moved between my legs and started to work me with her tongue, but there was something missing there. It was mechanical; obligatory, even some sadness there. I had wrecked something special for her and I felt awful.

“Cat, stop,” I said. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to...break character. I’m sorry.” I reached down to cradle her head.

“No I’m sorry,” she looked up at me. “I shouldn’t have taken this so seriously. I don’t know why this fantasy draws me in so. I’m not even into furry stuff at all.” She smiled and laughed a little. I brought her up and cradled her head against my boobs. We’d done lots of role play in the past. Slutty Doctor/Patient, slutty teacher, slutty babysitter...I mean, think of an occupation and we’d just slut it up. But it was always a game, and it was always just fun. This was...this was something intense for her. Something that wasn’t real, but something she wished was real.

And here’s the other weird thing about this puppy scenario. I had this nagging feeling afterwards that I’d been a dog before. Weird. Maybe I was in a previous life.

Flash forward about a week. We hadn’t discussed the puppy thing. I didn’t want to bring it up because I didn’t want to embarrass her, and neither did she probably for the same reason. I was laying on the massage table and she was working me pretty good. She’d already given me a good come so I was good and relaxed. She took advantage by giving me a deep-tissue massage. Her strong fingers knew how to work my flesh. My head was face down the face hole (is that what’s called? I have no idea). And she was working my neck. I was nearly asleep.

“Sam?” she asked to see if I was awake.

“Hmm?” I responded.

“Let me ask you a hypothetical question.” she continued. “So last week when you were my puppy...I was...uh...really into it. I mean really into it. I mean, more than I should be. I have no idea why. Maybe I surrounded myself with too many stuffed puppies when I was a kid. I used to give them orders and boss them around. I have no idea when it turned sexual. I mean, I never had a dog, but I always wanted one. Not for sex stuff, just to have a friend I could cuddle, you know? So let me ask you...hypothetically...If there was a magic spell that could turn you into my puppy for a while, would you let me cast it on you?”

Of course I’d be her puppy. We’ve played at so many things. Sure why not...she gets off on it...she’ll get me off on it. Absolutely.

“100% I would let you turn me into a puppy.” I mumbled. “I would let you turn me into a puppy forever if that would make you happy.”

“Really?” she sounded excited. “You’d do that for me? You’re not just saying that because you know that’s what I want to hear.”

“Cat,” I said. “If you know of a sorceress that can turn me into a puppy you have my absolute permission to commission that spell. Though I think I’d want to be human some of the time so please ask for that option. Also, I don’t think my mom would be cool with me being a puppy at Thanksgiving. I haven’t even told her I’m bi-sexual yet.” Though I’m sure she’s guessed. She’s a pretty top-drawer therapist. I know that Cat and her have spoken on many occasions for therapy-related issues.

The thing about fetishes is...everyone’s got one. And it’s not something you can seek out. Your fetish finds you. I mean one day maybe a balloon pops right next to you and wham: balloon fetish. Usually it’s something from childhood that excites or scares us and as we grow up we sexualize it. It’s also something we never talk about because it really exposes us. Makes us vulnerable.

Cat massaged me even harder and kissed me on the back of my neck. She climbed on top of me and straddled my legs. I could feel her wetness through her panties. “Okay...I’ll give you one last chance to back out, but if you agree, then I’m definitely turning you into my part-time puppy.” Then she started to massage me between my legs. I’m pretty sure she was masturbating with her other hand.

And then she spoke of it no more. At least not until 2 months later.

Cat had told me to hold this Friday night on my calendar. She had something planned.

I came back from class and she was getting ready. And holy smokes, she was dressing to the nines. I mean she’s tall, and when she puts on heels...goddam. A long black dress with a slit way up the side. I don’t think I’d ever seen her wear it. And she was going high-femme tonight. Full make up, she did her hair up (giving her even more height on me!). I felt a little intimidated.

“Wow!” I exclaimed. “I knew you had something planned but I had no idea it was going to be like this! What fancy place are you taking me to, and why didn’t you tell me earlier so I could have found something to wear?”

She smiled at me.

“You’ve already got something to wear.” and she gestured over to the back of my desk chair, where I saw the skimpiest skirt I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah, most of my ass is going to be hanging out the back of that.”

Then I saw the near-sheer black top that went with it.

“Ummm, this is so everyone at dinner can stare at my tits right?”

“We’re not going to dinner.” she replied. “We’re going to a party. A puppy party.”

Immediately I thought of one of those kid’s parties where they bring in a pack of puppies for the kids to play with. My eyes lit up, excited at the thought.

“Wait, why are we getting all dressed up then? Won’t the puppies just shred these clothes? And what will the kids think of me showing up like this?”

She smirked, “This is a puppy party for adults.”

I looked at her for a moment, then was like, whateva, you’re running the show. I should have been thinking back to our puppy conversation, but I didn’t put the pieces together. I was kind of excited and felt pretty naughty putting on these beautiful clothes she’d gotten me.

Once I had it on, the skirt just barely covered my ample ass. I was thinking thong, but modesty got the better of me and I just put on some cute bikini cut underwear. I tried on the top without a bra, but everything was just there on display. If there was a flash camera there I’d definitely be showing up on some r/unexpectedtitty. I found a sexy black bra that give me a little extra un-needed cleavage. To complete the outfit I put on my black knee-high boots. Pretty fucking sexy if you ask me.

And then Cat did my make up. If there’s one thing I’ve come to love about going sappho in college it was the unexpected pleasure of having someone else put my make up on. There is something so sensual about having this strong, dominant woman make me up in the way she wants to see me...and how she wants me to seen.

I was a little nervous about going to this party though. Cat and I were pretty much out, but I had a feeling this was going to be something off-campus. I half-wondered if it was going to be sex party. I wanted to ask, but I didn’t want ruin the surprise. And it kind of excited me a bit...not knowing what was going to happen I mean. We’d never really been sexual in public...even our PDAs were pretty modest. This would be new territory for us. Well for me anyway.

We drove way out into the countryside. She drove, but used the phone GPS. I don’t think she’d ever been out here. I asked a few questions, but nothing that would reveal too much.

“Will there be alcohol there?” I asked coyly.

“Oh most definitely.” she replied. “Probably a fair amount of pharmacopoeia, but I don’t think you’ll want to indulge.”

“How did we get invited?”

“The host invited us. She and I have been friendly for a while, and she thought this was a gathering we might enjoy.”

Some alarm bells started to sound in my head. “Wait...have you ever met this person IRL? This sounds kinda sketch all of a sudden.”

She smiled. “Oh we’ve met in person quite a few times. Actually, your mother introduced us.”

Okay, now there were alarm bells going off in my head like a five-alarm fire. So many questions I wanted to ask but was afraid of the answers I might get. First, why was she talking to my mother and what about; who was this woman, how did my mother know her, and why would she think that it would be a good idea to introduce her to Cat and myself. I mean, my mother’s a therapist. She doesn’t have strange friends who invite college girls to their possibly sex/alcohol/drugs party. I was dying to start asking questions, but I held my tongue. This was Cat’s deal and I was going to see where it took me. I’d deal with my mother later.

Cat continued. “Emma’s quite...unusual. Actually she’s an alum from here. Besides, she’s good friends with your mother. How bad could she be? I don’t think we have anything to fear from her. Well not me anyway. ”

We were deep in the woods now. Tall trees that hid long driveways. I looked on the GPS. We were almost there.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you remember a few months ago when I asked you if you’d let me turn you into a puppy?”

“Ummm...yes...why?” I asked, knowing what the answer is going to be.

“Well Emma is going to turn you into a puppy...if you’re still open to the idea.”

“I see,” I responded incredulously. “And just how is she going to do that exactly? Is she a witch?”

Cat smiled. “Sort of. She’s a hypnotist. A good one. And she’s going to make you think you are a puppy. If you’re still open to it. You can still back out if you want.”

Hypnotist. Huh. Uh-huh. I’m going to get hypnotized. Remember how I was talking about everyone has a fetish. Well this was mine. This was the thing that I could never mention because it embarrassed me how turned on it made me. I squeezed my legs together as I could feel myself get wet. I thought about putting a role-play hypnosis note in the prize box, but I stopped myself. I felt ashamed that it tuned me on so badly. Sometimes when we role played I would add a hypnosis element in my mind and it would always send me over the edge.

Who knows what put this fetish in me? I hate to say this out loud, but it might be my mother. Not only was she a therapist, but also a hypnotherapist. When I was little I used to hang out at her office and I’d listen in on her putting people under. I sort of imagined her as one of those hypnotists like on Scooby-Doo who could make someone do anything. I used to imagine that she’d have people do all sorts of silly things for her amusement like quack like a duck. I used to have this scenario I’d imagined where she was this master criminal who would hypnotize her patients and then make them rob banks, but have no memory of it. One time I was hypnotized by accident as I was listening in. I can only imagine what she thought, when she discovered me, slumped on the floor outside her office. More than once I found myself waking up to the sound of her voice on the couch in the outer office. She’d smile and call me her sleepy little angel.

As I got older my thoughts about hypnosis turned sexual. I imagined my mother would hypnotize men (and women) into being her sexual playthings. Sometimes I’d imagine her hypnotizing me and making me perform sexual acts in front of her with my boyfriends. I found it so exciting. The total loss of control. Being made so helpless. Oh man, thank god for leather seats. I was really starting to soak now.

I wondered. Did Cat know? Did I forget to delete my browser history? Or, God forbid, did this ever come up in conversation with my mother? I mean, I’m pretty sure Mom knew I enjoyed being hypnotized by her. I’d just be horrified if they had a conversation about it. My mom was pretty much a straight shooter when it came to sex. I mean, it was pretty much an open conversation with my last boyfriend. Did she have the same sort of openness with Cat as well? Or was this just a weird and perfect coincidence?

But then I had a terrible realization. This wasn’t going to work. I mean, as much as I was turned on by the idea of hypnosis, I knew good and well that it can’t make me think I’m a dog. Well I mean there’s some reality to it, but most of the outlandish things I saw in stage hypnosis...it’s mostly people playing a part. They’re not really stuck to their seats, they are just so wanting to please their hypnotist that they are acting that way. I’m sure deep in their mind they know they don’t have to obey the hypnotist, but they don’t want to ruin the show and so they go along with it. Sort of like peer pressure. Maybe some people are very suggestible and this would work, but I doubted it would work on me. I felt a little sad knowing this wouldn’t work, but for Cat’s sake, I was determined to put on a good show and I secretly hoped it would work. To be truly hypnotized and controlled...it was my dream come true.

“I am so absolutely turned on by the idea of becoming your puppy. I fully submit.”

She grabbed my knee. “I’m so glad. You’re going to love Emma.”

By now we were making our way down a long and twisty driveway. There was a gate at the front. Cat punched in the code and the large black iron gates swung open. There were flickering lanterns along the driveway. It felt very gothic. I was a little scared. Mostly excited though. I started to wonder how she was going to try to hypnotize me. With a swinging watch? By looking deep into her eyes? I started to squeeze my thighs together.

After a short drive, we approached a large Tudor-style house with a large gravel parking area. There were about 5 (very nice) cars parked in front. Cat’s little Prius felt a little out of place next to the Beamers and the Mercedes. We got out and walked towards the front door. Before we could get there it opened, and there stood this..this...most extraordinary woman. Mid 40s maybe? Hard to tell. Long silver hair. Tall; almost the same height as Cat. Very pale skin and just the slightest make-up. Slightly thick. Nice set of boobs on her and wide hips. She was dressed in almost all white. A suit. Very well tailored for her curves. And a cape. She wore a cape. I smiled wide when I realized that. I mean, who wears a cape? I loved it. A white top hat as well. It was both elegant and slightly comical. And her eyes. One blue and the other green. Amazing.

She stepped out to greet us.

“Cat!” she screamed. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

She gave Cat a demure kiss on the cheek. And then she turned and looked down at me.

“And you must be Samantha. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Emma.” And she stuck out her hand. And that’s when everything started to go sideways.

I write this now with the advantage and clarity of hindsight and some third-party explanations. At the time things were...blurry. But by my best account, this is what happened.

I reached for her hand to shake it, as one does. But I was interrupted. Before I could clasp her hand, her other hand reached over and grabbed me by the wrist, forcing my hand around so that I was looking at my palm. And this is what she spoke (or so I am told), plainly but with some forcefulness:

“Look at your hand, notice how your eyes try to focus on it as it comes closer and closer.”

She started moving my hand closer and closer to my face. Or it started moving. I’m not sure.

“Your eyes can’t keep focus as it gets closer and closer, and you just want to close those heavy eyes, and when your fingertips touch your forehead you will SLEEP!”

And she was right. I felt my head jerk forward down to my chest, and my eyes just slammed shut. I remember trying to think. Trying to piece together what was going on...but it was so fast and so sudden, I couldn’t make heads or tails of what was happening. I vaguely remember Emma holding me and stroking her hand down my head and down my arm. She was talking to me but I have exactly no memory of what she was saying. I just knew that I was safe and relaxed and I thought to myself...just go with these feelings. Or maybe that’s what she was saying to me.

And then I was awake. Still in the doorway with Cat next to me and Emma in front of me. I was completely aware of what had just happened.

“Did you just hypnotize me?”

Emma smiled. “I did, and you did wonderfully. You’re an excellent subject. Cat tells me you have a very vivid imagination. Here, let’s take you deeper.”

She put her hand on my shoulder.

“Wait—” I started to object, but it was too late.

“Deep sleep.”

And I felt everything just go dark again. Dark and deep and quiet except for her voice. Everything else just faded, the sounds of the party inside, the cool air on my bare skin...all I could hear was her voice and wanting to do the things it was telling me to do. Even if I wasn’t aware of what those things were.

And then I was awake again. Like that.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Honestly,” I responded. “Kinda turned on. Is that weird?”

“No,” she leaned in. “It’s hot. Come inside. Have a drink. Get comfortable. We’re going to get started soon.”

She bid us to enter. The house was amazing. Just oozed with old-worlde charm. It felt like I was an old country manor somewhere in Europe. The party was buzzing in the parlor. It was an odd assortment of people. We were probably the youngest there in a crowd of maybe 12, a few people in their 20s and mix up to the 50s if I had to guess. Thankfully we were appropriately dressed. The theme of fancy/slutty seemed to be upheld by all, though one young man was dressed only in skin-tight latex pants. He was chatting with two very professionally dressed women. I watched them make him fetch their drinks. Curious I thought.

Before I even had a chance to get a drink, Emma clapped to get everyone’s attention. The music dropped off and Emma stood in front of the fireplace. There were three chairs in front of her. People started to gather around, taking seats around the side to get a view. Cat and I stood by the bar.

Emma began. “Good evening everyone. Welcome back to most of you and welcome for the first time, to two of you.” Emma gestured towards us. People turned to look at us. I became very aware of all these eyes upon me. I suddenly grew very afraid and slightly embarrassed What was going to happen? In front of all the strangers?

Emma continued. “I don’t want to ruin the surprise of the theme of the evening. It is known only to one of you. Well perhaps two.” She gestured back to us again. What did that mean? Wait, was she going to hypnotize a bunch of people to think they’re dogs? Is that what Cat meant by a puppy party? I suddenly felt very nervous. All these strangers. They’re going to watch me. They’re going to see me act like a dog. Until Emma had actually dropped me, I didn’t even think this was going to work. But now-

Emma cut off my thoughts. “Now who wants to be a puppy?”

Upon hearing these words I was seized with an idea that seem to come from nowhere. I had to go up and sit down in one of those chairs in the front of the room. I remember that I didn’t want to. My conscious brain was so nervous and so embarrassed that I had decided I didn’t want to be hypnotized into thinking I was puppy. I was just going to stay at the bar, drink a little, and see what happens.

But now...now I was feeling this terrible anxiety by NOT going up and sitting in one of those chairs. I could feel my heart racing every moment that I didn’t start to move towards the chairs. It felt like something was terribly wrong if I didn’t go up. I took a tentative step forward and was rewarded with an almost instant cessation of my anxiety. I took another step and I felt more great relief that I was moving towards the chairs. That spiraled it for me. I had to sit in one of those chairs. I was suddenly seized with the idea that maybe there weren’t enough chairs, and I started to move faster. Soon I was almost running towards the chair and when I sat down I felt this quiver of pleasure run through me; it felt so good and so right to sit in the chair, I began to relax, relieved that I had done this. It was odd, I didn’t feel hypnotized. It felt like I was totally in control of myself, but all I wanted was to sit in one of these chairs.

I looked next to me. Both chairs were occupied by people who seemed similarly relieved to be in them. On the far side was the young shirtless man. He was lolling his head about, seemingly getting so comfy in his chair. Next to me was a slightly older women. 30 maybe. She looked pretty conservative in a nice blouse and pants; like she could have been someone’s mom. She was openly fondling herself in her chair, rubbing her boobs and taking deep sighs.

Emma walked in front of us and turned to face us.

“Is everyone comfortable?”

“Yes.” We all answered in unison. The head of the women next to me drooped deeply and her hands fell to her sides. The young man was still lolling about. I felt...unchanged. Deeply curious, but I don’t think I was hypnotized.

Emma approached the women next to me. She put her hand on her shoulder and I heard her say, “Deep sleep, Carol. Deep sleep.” And I saw her slump even deeper.

Then she stood in front of me. She knelt down.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Well...I don’t think I’m hypnotized...but there’s something going on. I mean...I felt like I really, really needed to sit in one of these chairs.”

She leaned in close, spreading my legs to get between them. I’d never had another lady lover other than Cat. But I could see myself getting with Emma. I wondered what Cat thought about this. I hope she wasn’t getting jealous. Especially when she reached out with with both hands and placed them behind my head, making the intimacy all that more intimate. She spoke low so only I could hear her.

“It might not seem like you’re hypnosis, but I assure you, you are. That urge you felt to sit in one of these chairs. That was a post-hypnotic suggestion. And you followed it perfectly. You’re doing wonderful. You’re a very good subject. Now I’m not going to put you into a deeper trance right now. I want you to just sit and watch...and anticipate. Okay?”

I felt such a crazy amount of trust in this woman. It felt so alien. “Okay.” Then I whispered to her: “But I have to tell you...I’m really turned on right now. I think I’m going to get your chair all wet!”

I was horrified at hearing those words come out of my mouth. I never, never talk like this! And to a stranger! Why did I tell her these things?

She laughed gently. “That’s fine...you can get as wet as you want. And if you find yourself getting really turned on, it’s okay to play with yourself. You can just slide your hand down and do whatever you feel like doing to make yourself feel good. Everyone here wants you to feel good and they would very much enjoy watching you.”

“Thank you!” I said. And I hiked up my skirt and gently began to rub myself over my underwear. I was aware people were watching me, but like Emma said, it felt good.

She got up and walked over to the young man.

She walked behind him and snapped her fingers suddenly in front of his face. “Sleep!” she commanded and I saw his head just drop down to his chest and all movement stop.

“You’re doing very well, Winston,” I heard her say. “Just go deeper and deeper into trance, listening to every word I say and following my instructions.”

She stood and place each of her hands on Carol and Winston’s shoulders. “To the people whose shoulders I’m touching now, listen to me very carefully. In a moment I’m going to snap my fingers, and when I do you will find that you are falling under the influence of a very powerful spell. This spell will turn you into a beautiful playful puppy. You cannot speak, you can only bark. You cannot walk, you can only move about on all fours, unless of course someone trains you to walk on just your hind legs. This transformation into a puppy is very pleasurable and the more and more you turn into a puppy, the more pleasure you will feel. And one...two....three!

She snapped her both her fingers and almost instantly, Winston and Carol transformed. Well not literally, but you could see them trying. Winston immediately fell out of his chair, and began to contort his body. Small barks came out of him and he began to thrash a bit. The two women he was with stepped over to him and began to treat him like a puppy.

“Good Winston! Who’s a good boy?’ one of them said. And Winston barked. Then he looked somewhat uncomfortable was we was trying to shake off his pants.

The other noticed his discomfort and made effort to help him out. “Oh poor Winston!” she exclaimed. “Did someone put people pants on you? Let’s get those off of you!”

She knelt down, unzipped him, and began to peel those pants off him. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I could see that he was beginning to get erect.. As she slid them down to his feet he began to kick them off, and then he scampered around, free of all clothing, his cock bobbing as he went.

He put his front paws up on a woman’s lap and he began to lick her cheek enthusiastically. His cock began to thrust urgently at her leg.

“Bad Winston!” scolded the first woman. “Down!”

And Winston got off the woman and curled up into ball; looking sad that he’d been bad.

“What’s wrong with you Winston? Where are you manners?!” she demanded. Winston had nothing to say but sad whimpers.

“Oh I know what’s wrong!” said the second woman. And from no where she produced a large furry dog tail and had a sizable butt-plug attached at the base. “You’re missing your tail!”

The woman approached Winston and gave him a small smack on the butt. “Tail up! She commanded. And Winston stuck his butt up in the air.

She coated the plug with a generous amount of lube, and then with same gloved hand, put a healthy dollop into Winston as well.

I heard him yelp slightly as it went in, and then a deeper, more pleasurable dog-moan.

“Yes, that’s better, isn’t Winston?” cooed the woman. “Let’s do a trick and show everyone what a good boy you are! Up Winston, Up!”

She stood up and raised her hand high in the air. Winston stood up on his hind legs. His arms were tucked up in front of his chest like dog paws.

“Bravo!” Said the woman. “Now turn for everyone! Show them what a good boy you are!”

Winston turned around slowly, standing on his tip toes like a dog. His erection was in full bloom now. The feel of the plug inside of him must have been excruciating pleasurable.

The woman applauded and everyone else, including myself, followed suit. I quickly resumed my masturbation. It didn’t look like he was faking anything. I believed, that he truly believed he was a dog. And if he could be turned into a dog...it meant hypnosis was real. It meant I was hypnotized and in a moment Emma would make me do anything she wanted. I had my first orgasm of the night with this thought.

The woman then fastened a dog collar around Winston and lead him away on a leash with the other woman. My mind raced at the possibilities of what they were going to do with their horny obedient dog.

Meanwhile Carol had quietly slid off her chair and curled into a small ball and appeared to be sleeping. Her hand here tucked up like paws and every so often her leg would shake like when a puppy was having a dream.

Emma walked over to her and began to stroke her hair gently. A man and a woman approached and began to pet her as well.

The man spoke, quietly as if to a dog. “Carol...oh Carol...who’s a sleepy puppy? It’s wakey time”

Her eyes open and she licked her mouth. Then she let her tongue hang out as panted.

“That’s my good girl!” And he handed her a little treat.

The woman spoke. “You look so uncomfortable in those clothes Carol. Would you like us to help you out of them?”

Carol barked in the affirmative and she rose her hands up.

The couple helped Carol out of her blouse. Then they got her up on all fours and helped her off with her skirt. She wore nothing underneath and she had a delightfully wild bush that peeked through from behind. It looked pretty soaked with moisture.

I thought for a moment about my own grooming which was certainly going to be on display pretty soon. Normally I’d be pretty hung up about it, but for some reason (though I can guess why, duh, I’m hypnotized!) I was okay with people looking at fairly shaven pussy.

The couple began to pet and fondle Carol who posed for them. They encouraged other people to join in, and pretty soon there was a small circle of people sitting and kneeling around this woman who thought she was dog. They were fondling her, petting her, giving her gentle scratches. It looked heavenly.

The woman fitted a collar around Carol’s neck and lead her off to another room. Everyone, except for Emma, Cat and me followed and I wondered if they were all going to fuck her. Maybe some were just going to watch. I imagined the man mounting himself on her doggy-style while everyone watched. It trigged my second orgasm.

As my moans wound down, the room became very silent and I became very aware that only Emma, Cat and I were left. Cat looked at me hungerly. She was absent-mindedly fondling her breast. I’m sure all this puppy transformations had reduced her to a sweaty puddle. I looked at her and Emma.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to stop masturbating.” I said. I tried to will myself to stop, but for some reason I couldn’t. Again, duh hypnotized.

“Why do you think you can’t stop playing with yourself?” asked Emma.

“I’m pretty sure it’s because you hypnotized me! Duh!” I responded.

“So,” continued Emma. “Is masturbating in front of a crowd of people something you would normally do?”

I winced. “Of course not!”

“So that means, you must be deeply hypnotized then. Deeply conditioned to listen to my voice and to follow my commands.” she said.

“Yes.” I said. And I came to a realization. In hypnotic terms, this is called a ‘convincer’. Sometimes a hypnotized person won’t think they’re hypnotized and become uncooperative. Usually a hypnotist, like my mother, would tell a patient that they are unable to open their eyes, and then have them try to do it. When they can’t do it, well, then they are convinced they are hypnotized and the will follow suggestions much more easily.

And here’s the thing. Even though I have all this travel knowledge about hypnosis, and I know what she was doing to me, I WAS convinced. She had hypnotized absolutely and I was a slave to her will. If she had gotten me to do this, she could get me to do anything.

She was looking at me as if she could read my mind. “That’s right.” she said. “I can make you do anything my heart desires. And right now I want to see two dogs going at it.”

I looked over at Cat. She looked as confused as I. She spoke up.

“Two dogs?” she asked naively. “Who’s she going to play with?”

Emma laughed. “Isn’t obvious, Cat? It’s you my dear. It’s puppy time, Catherine.”

And on those words I saw a change come over Cat. Her eyes seem to glaze just as she was realizing what was happening. But it was too late for her to do anything about it. Her face went slack and her hands dropped from her breasts. Immediately she stood and began to slide out of her dress. She moved like a sleepwalker. I never fail to amaze at her body. So tall and athletic. Small breasts, perfect for her body, a well-sculpted ass and a great firm stomach. And as she shucked off her thong, she immediately fell to all fours and began to crawl around like a dog.

Emma lowered a hand and Cat crawled over and began to lick it.

“That’s a good puppy.”

I masturbated even more furiously now. This was incredible.

“Did she know you hypnotized her?” I asked, breathlessly.

“Oh no,” Emma responded. “she has no idea she’s been in my hypnotic thrall for weeks now. She’s so obedient and responsive. It helped that your mother has been hypnotizing her for some time now. I will absolutely have to teach you how to put her under your command as well. She’s so devoted to you.”

My mind raced. My mother was hypnotizing my girlfriend? I knew they spoke once in a while, even would do a Zoom, but this...I wasn’t sure what I made of this. I made a mental note to remember this and delve deeper.

Emma ran her hand through Cat’s hair, and Cat gave a few woofs of approval. Then Emma turned her gaze back to me.

“But I did promise her to turn you into a puppy and well, I keep my promises.” Emma smiled. “It’s puppy time, Samantha.”

And just like that, it felt as if a switch was being flipped in my head; no longer a human, becoming a dog. I looked at my hands and I saw they were slowly transforming into paws. My first panicked thought was not concern that I was transforming in a dog, but that I had to get my clothes off while I still could. I stood up and quickly shucked off my panties, skirt and shirt, in that order. I was mostly concerned about my panties because I didn’t want them to impede my tail. And sure enough, as soon my panties hit the floor, I began to feel it growing out the back of my tailbone. I turned around and saw a dark, soft, furry tail begin to grow. It sent shivers down my spine as it grew out. In fact there was soft fur growing all over my body. Apparently I am a short-haired breed.

As soon as my shirt had come off, I got down on my hands and knees, lest I tip over when my body full transformed. My legs were turning into hind legs, and my hands here now almost completely paws. I felt my ears growing floppy. Felt my nose transforming. I thought of the transformation in An American Werewolf in London, but instead of pain, everything was incredibly pleasurable.

I reached between my legs with a paw and felt the fur covering my chubby labia. I arched my back. I wanted to be filled. I desperately wanted to be filled. The air smelled musky and immediately I knew why. I must be in heat. That’s why I need to be filled so badly. It was pure biology.

I looked over at Emma and Cat. Emma was doing something to Cat I couldn’t quite make out. Something around her groin area. I trotted over to get a closer look and to give her some tentative licks.

It appeared that Cat had transformed into a boy dog, as she had now sported and enormous erect penis between her legs. Of course I found out later that Emma had fitted her with a strap-on, but at the time, I was convinced she’d grown a penis.

I approached her beautiful face and licked it passionately. She licked me back. And then again. And again. Soon she was licking me all over. She got down low and licked my breasts. She licked me all along my side and down my back. As she got behind me, I knew what I was supposed to do. I leaned low and presented myself to her.

I could hear Cat sniffing my ass, my pussy. I could feel her lick all around and then I felt her tongue dart deep inside me. I made soft woof noises. And then. And then I felt her paws on my ass. Then on my back and I knew she was mounting me.

I braced myself. And then I felt it. Her wondrous cock sliding deep inside of me. I howled. Cat howled. And we fucked. Or rather, she fucked me. In and out this delightful cock went deep into me. I could feel Cat’s breasts on my back as she would lean over to get as much contact between our fur as possible.

I don’t know how long this went on. I could see Emma in front of us. Lounging on a chair and freely masturbating at the sight of us. I was happy that I was pleasing her. Cat’s thrusts became more urgent. I knew she was close to coming. She began to bark madly. It made me bark madly. I came again. And then I felt her shudder and collapse onto me as she gave out a loud howl.

I fell forward and she laid on top of me, her cock still deep inside me, but it was still now.

Emma got on the floor with us, facing us.

“Oh my lovely girls.” she cooed. “You did so well. You’re such good puppies.”

She placed a hand on each of her heads. “But now it is time to sleep. Time to fall into a deep, deep, sleep, and dream your puppy dreams.”

She snapped both her fingers and I found I could no longer keep my eyes open, though I struggled to. I felt Cat collapse on top of me and I knew she had succumbed. Finally I could not keep my heavy eyes open any longer and I drifted off in a deep, irresistible sleep, just like a tired, sleepy, puppy.