Various and Sundry Hypnotists
Part Two — A Day Off
Kara sat in a comfortable deck chair on the patio behind her house, enjoying the late morning sun. She was wearing a skimpy red bikini and stylish oversized sunglasses with red frames. She had recently had her dark hair cut short, but still sported her now-customary streaks of rich blue in it.
Her twin boys, toddlers named Jensen and Jared, squealed and laughed as they played in the grass nearby.
Kara smiled as she watched them.
A busy high school teacher, mother, wife, girlfriend, sister and mercenary hypnotist, Kara was enjoying a rare day to herself.
Her husband Jacob walked out onto the patio and handed her a glass of iced tea; he was wearing only his boxer shorts and a frilly pink apron that Kara normally used while working int the kitchen.
He was also deeply hypnotized, and had been performing chores at his wife’s direction since early in that morning.
Kara had spoken Jacob’s trigger phrase, Very helpful hubby, as soon as he woke up, sending him into a deep hypnotic trance in which he would obey her every command. After having him eat her pussy and then riding his cock vigorously, she had to ordered him to tend to the children, cook breakfast, go grocery shopping and clean the bathrooms. While Jacob performed his tasks Kara had gone for a run and done some yoga, after he served her breakfast in bed.
“Thank you dear. Did you empty the dishwasher?” Kara asked, sipping the tea.
“Yes Mistress,” Jacob replied.
“Good boy. You will take out the trash, start a load of laundry and then get the boys and yourself ready and take them to your mother’s for the day. You will tell her that I don’t feel well. You will become aware and alert when you start the van, and act completely normally while you are out. You will stay at your mother’s and visit until after dinner, and come home at seven this evening. Got it?” Kara asked.
“Yes Mistress,” Jacob said again.
“Go,” Kara said with a dismissive wave.
Jacob turned and went inside the house.
Kara couldn’t help but smirk; had discovered her talent for hypnotism years earlier while looking for an act to perform at a school talent show. Even after she had found that she could make almost anyone do nearly anything she wanted, Kara had resisted hypnotizing her husband for anything more than occasional help with household chores. She had steadfastly refrained from hypnotizing her students, though she dearly would have liked to on many occasions.
She did use her skills on things such as getting a plumber to lower their estimate or convincing a car salesman to knock another thousand off the price of a vehicle, although she was careful to hide such activities, always worried about being caught.
Then she met Doctor Francesca Russell.
Better known as “Frankie”, Doctor Russell was an M.D. psychiatrist who worked as a hypnotherapist from her home down the street from Kara’s house.
Frankie was also a True Hypnotist and active Hypnodomme, and while she and Kara had briefly been enemies when they met, they had quickly become friends and then lovers. They now considered themselves girlfriends although this had unfortunately caused a rift between Kara and her sister Kaylee, Frankie’s next-door neighbor; Kaylee hated Doctor Russell ever since she’d hypnotized and humiliated her after a dispute over the wild all-night parties Kaylee enjoyed hosting.
That incident had led to a hypnotic face-off between Kara and Frankie, which Kara had won, mainly because the more experienced Doctor Russell had not realized she was a hypnotist until it was too late.
Rather than be upset about it, Frankie had been impressed, and suggested they find common ground, after “taking her medicine” and serving as Kara’s slave for a short time.
Intrigued, Kara had readily agreed, and their relationship had grown quickly.
Frankie had taken Kara under her wing, encouraging her to use her hypnotism more freely, and had introduced her to working as a mercenary hypnotist. She had also introduced the sexually-repressed Kara to the joys of lesbian sex, and taught her to truly enjoy sexual domination and humiliation, and what it meant to be a true hypnodomme.
Frankie had helped Kara get over her reservations about using her power, and now she didn’t hesitate to put Jacob into a trance and have him help out around the house, run errands and service her sexually in whatever manner she desired.
Kara loved Jacob, but sometimes he was self-centered, old-fashioned, pig-headed and boring.
All things she could easily deal with using hypnotism.
Kara also no long shied away from hypnotizing an unruly student and making them behave, or putting difficult pain-in-the ass parents into trance and giving them an attitude adjustment. She had even hypnotized her school’s principal and given her several post-hypnotic suggestions to make things easier on her and her fellow teachers.
Still, her life was so busy at times that it seemed as though she never had a chance to relax or have time to herself.
So when this Saturday had somehow come up open, she’d decided to take it completely off and do as she pleased.
Jacob emerged from the house, now dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt and sneakers.
“I have taken out the trash and started a load of laundry, Mistress. I will now get the boys ready and go to my mother’s,” he said in a daze.
Kara couldn’t help but laugh; her husband was a smart, strong, manly man; he would be mortified if he knew how easily she could reduce him to the simple, obedient slave he was while under her hypnotic power.
“Very good, dear. Go ahead. You will have a nice time; you will enjoy spending time with your mother and Jensen and Jared. You will feel good about taking care of them and giving me a break. Now get going,” she said.
“Yes Mistress. Boys come on, we are going to grandmas,” he called.
Kara rose and hugged and kissed each of her sons goodbye; Jacob took them in the house, and twenty minutes later she heard the garage open he their minivan drive off.
She sighed contentedly when they’d gone; she really did love her family, but sometimes she just need a break, some time to herself.
A day off.
Smiling, Kara took out her cell phone and dialed a number.
“Hello?” a young female voice answered.
“Queen Brat,” Kara said firmly.
“I will obey Mistress,” the voice replied in a monotone.
“Very good, Amy. As soon as you get off the phone you will awaken and forget I called you. You will then come right over to my house and come to the back yard,” Kara instructed.
“Yes Mistress,” Amy agreed.
Kara disconnected the call without saying anything else. She sat casually sipping her tea and enjoying the sun and cool breeze on her skin.
Roughly thirty minutes later, the gate beside the house opened, and an attractive young blonde woman of perhaps twenty walked into Kara’s backyard. She was fit and athletic, with long blonde hair and blue eyes and dressed in jeans, a pink spaghetti-strap tank top and pink flip flops.
“What the hell? Mrs. Reed? I…I don’t know why I am here…,” Amy said, obviously confused by her own actions.
She had been one of Kara’s students, having graduated the year before last; an arrogant, vain, cruel and snobby brat, Kara had enslaved Amy and now used her as a part-time maid and babysitter.
“You are here because I commanded you to come, my little Queen Brat,” Kara replied casually.
Upon hearing the trigger phrase again Amy dropped instantly into a deep trance, her eyes unblinking.
“That’s better. Now, first things first. You will give me a pedicure, Amy. You will remember where to find the supplies in the hall closet. Oh, and remove your clothes. I much prefer you serve me naked,” Kara commanded haughtily.
“Yes Mistress,” Amy said.
She was utterly unable to resist Kara’s orders, and she quickly undressed and went into the house.
The naked young woman quickly returned with a large plastic tub and sat in front of Kara to begin her work.
Kara smiled; Amy was nearly done with cosmetology school, and she was skilled at giving pedicures as well as cutting, dying and perming hair.
Very useful talents for a slave to possess.
A former cheerleader, Amy also had a spectacular body, and kept herself in great shape.
She was quite a prize, and Kara found having the popular and arrogant young woman as a slave immensely satisfying.
The hypnotist sat back and closed her eyes, relaxing while her former student, now hypno-slave, took care of her feet.
Kara selected a midnight blue for her polish color, and nodded with approval when Amy had finished painting her toenails.
“Excellent job, dear. Now you will go put the pedicure stuff away and get started on your chores. You will finish my laundry, mop the kitchen, dust and vacuum the entire house. If you finish before I come home, you will sit in the middle of the living room on the floor and masturbate to thoughts of me, and feel your enslavement and devotion to me growing stronger as you do so. You will not be able to cum until I tell you to, and when you do get off all of my my suggestions will be reinforced in your subconscious and you will fall even deeper under my control. Do you understand me?” Kara asked firmly, as if speaking to a student in her classroom.
“Yes Mistress,” the naked young beauty replied.
Kara smirked; she briefly considered having Amy eat her pussy, but she decided to save that for later.
“Good. Get going,” she commanded.
After Amy went inside, Kara sat patiently waiting for her nail polish to dry, then rose and pulled on a pair of short denim cutoffs and a red tank top. She went into the house and grabbed her purse and keys, slipped on a pair of thin black flip flops and filled an insulated water bottle from the refrigerator dispenser before she went into the garage.
Beside the empty spot where the minivan had been parked was a beautiful cobalt-blue nineteen-sixty-five Mustang convertible.
The car had been fully restored by Jake, Frankie’s Thrall and boyfriend. He restored cars as a hobby, and had given his collection to Frankie when he had become her slave.
Frankie had then given this one to Kara as a gift, celebrating the successful completion of her first mercenary hypnotism contract.
Kara got into the Mustang and opened the garage door, backing the vehicle out and driving swiftly down the street toward her subdivision’s exit.
As she passed Frankie’s house, she noted a red and white van belonging to a courier company parked across the street.
If you are delivering something to her you are out of luck, Kara thought absently as she shifted the Mustang’s gears.
Frankie and Jake were out of town, visiting his daughter who was away at college.
Kara drove first to a small coffee shop and got her favorite vanilla cinnamon latte. She sat at a small table near the back where she people-watched and enjoyed her coffee. After she finished, she walked up the street and found a hot-dog vendor she loved but rarely indulged in. Kara ordered a foot-long with extra onions. She dropped a fifty-dollar bill into the tip jar, knowing the vendor had several young children. She slowly walked down the street, window shopping while enjoying her hot dog. After finishing her lunch, she went into a shoe store and came out an hour later with three new pairs of designer heels that cost a total of twenty-three-hundred dollars.
Kara walked back to her car, stopping an ice-cream shop for a scoop of mint-chocolate-chip, another favorite she rarely allowed herself in her never-ending battle with her weight.
After finishing her ice cream, Kara drove to a large park that was located not far from her neighborhood, parking her car in the shade of a group of tall trees. She took a small vial from her purse and tapped out a tiny bit of cocaine onto the back of her hand, which she quickly snorted, a habit she had picked up from Frankie.
Kara got out of her car and put her purse in the trunk, then walked into the park carrying her water bottle. The park was surrounded by several paved paths, branches of which connected the various parts of the park. Kara walked over them and when she reached the grassy interior of the park she slipped off her flip flops, picking them up and walking barefoot past a large playground area filled with sand; there were lots of children playing on the swings, slides, jungle gyms and merry-go-rounds.
Kara recognized a few of the parents watching their children play; she sometimes brought the twins here, and had gotten to know some of the regulars. She veered off the cool grass and walked into the sand which felt pleasantly warm on her bare feet. She smiled and waved at a couple of women, who did the same in return.
She sighed contentedly as she exited the sand and stepped back onto the cool grass, enjoying the sensations from the temperature changes.
She passed a busy swimming pool, and then a small pond where people were fishing for stocked rainbow trout.
Kara reached her destination, a skateboard park that contained a large half-pipe and several smaller ramp features that were used by skaters to perform all manner of impressive tricks.
She enjoyed watching the skateboarders perform, flying through the air and crashing as often as they pulled off their various maneuvers.
Kara admired how they nearly always got back up and immediately attempted the trick again until they succeeded.
Today, there was one young man of perhaps twenty-two who was attempting what appeared to be a difficult trick; Kara watched him fall twice and get up, clearly frustrated and try again.
The third time, he seemed to nearly get it, but again fell. He wiped out harder this time, coming up limping slightly.
He moved to a bench near the ramps and sat, removing his helmet and rubbing his knee while taking a break.
Kara smiled; the young man was handsome and fit, with long curly brown hair in a ponytail, wearing baggy shorts and a pink t-shirt with a skateboard company logo on it along with expensive skate shoes.
The hypnotist rose and walked over to where the young man sat.
“Hello there; I hope you don’t mind me saying so but you are impressive to watch,” Kara said with a smile.
The skater looked up at her, smiling back when he saw the sexy thirty-something woman who had spoken to him.
“Thank you. Not my best day; I have landed that trick a few times, but I just can’t seem to get it today,” he replied a bit sheepishly.
“How is your knee?” Kara asked, sitting beside him on the bench.
“Oh it’s fine. I get harder knocks than that all the time. I think I am psyching myself out to be honest,” he replied.
“I see; well I might be able to help you with that. I’m Kara by the way,” she said, offering her hand.
“Lance. Nice to meet you. So…how can you help me? Do you skate?” he asked, shaking Kara’s hand.
She chuckled.
“No, no…I’m a hypnotist,” Kara replied.
Lance looked skeptical.
“A hypnotist? As in “you are getting sleepy”, that kind of thing?” he asked.
“Yes, exactly. If your problem is something mental, like concentration or confidence, then I am sure I can help you focus and pull off your trick…what is it called?” Kara asked.
She was warm and sincere, her comforting demeanor putting Lance at ease.
“It is called a “Rock to Fakie”. Not the most difficult trick in the world, but not for newbies or poseurs either. So you think you can like, hypnotize me and then I will be able to do it?” he asked, obviously interested.
“I know I can,” Kara replied, gently laying her hand on Lance’s arm.
Her casual touch was an anchoring technique, intended to put her subject at ease.
Lance smiled; he didn’t flinch away from her touch.
“Okay, why not? Can you do it now?” Lance asked.
“Sure. Just get comfy. Sit back and take some deep breaths. In and out, nice and slow. Inhale, hold it…and exhale…in…and out…let yourself relax…,” Kara said, shifting into her hypnotist voice.
She removed the pendant she wore, a simple gold heart-shaped locket that contained photos of her sons. She held it up so it dangled on the end of its chain in front of Lance’s eyes, starting it swinging gently back and forth.
The locket reflected the sunlight in a soothing manner as it moved.
“Really?” Lance asked, a bit of his skepticism returning.
“Shhh…just relax Lance…nice deep breath in…and out. Focus on my words and watch the pretty locket swing back and forth…relaxing deeper and deeper as you listen to my soothing voice…letting yourself sink…as you keep watching the locket swinging back…and forth…sinking deeper…deeper into a nice warm comfortable state of complete relaxation…feeling all the tension leaving your body…your worries and thoughts fading…letting all the noise and distractions just disappear…relaxing deeper…deeper with every word…sinking…relaxing…,” Kara continued smoothly.
Now Lance was silent, his eyes following the locket.
“Very good…you are so relaxed now…you see only the locket, hear only my voice…you are getting sleepy…sleepy…your eyelids are growing heavy…heavier and heavier with every swing…when I tell you, you are going to close your eyes and go deep asleep for me…relaxing more and more…sinking deeper and deeper…I am going to count back from five, and when I say one you will be completely relaxed…five…you are very sleepy…four…your eyelids are so heavy now…three…listening only to my voice….two…you cannot keep your eyes open any longer…one, close your eyes and sleep,” Kara said, her voice firm but gentle.
Lance’s eyelids fluttered, then closed. His head nodded and he slumped to the side away from Kara.
Smiling, the hypnotist replaced her locket around her neck.
“Can you hear me Lance?” Kara asked gently.
“Yes,” the skater murmured.
“Wonderful. Listen to me very, very carefully. You are deep, deep asleep. Nothing will awaken you until I tell you to wake. You will obey my instructions and follow my suggestions, Lance. Please sit up and open your eyes but remain in your trance for me,” Kara instructed.
Lance obeyed, a dazed expression on his face.
“Alright, I want you to focus on the trick you want to perform. The…”Rock to Fakie”. Visualize it in your mind. See yourself doing successfully…performing it as you have done before, landing it perfectly…see yourself doing it again…and again…it is second nature to you…you have the skill, the ability to do it…can you see yourself doing it, Lance?” Kara asked.
“Yes ma’am,” he murmured, a smile on his lips.
Kara smiled as well.
“Very good…I want you to keep seeing yourself doing the “Rock to Fakie”. Feel the movements of your body, the skateboard…hear the sounds of your wheels landing perfectly…see and feel yourself succeeding over and over again…you can do it, you will do it…are you ready to do the “Rock to Fakie” Lance?” she asked.
“Yes!” Lance said enthusiastically.
Kara nodded with satisfaction.
“Very good! Now when I snap my fingers, you will become aware of your surroundings, feeling refreshed, relaxed and very confident. Any lingering pain from your fall will be gone. You will go perform the “Rock to Fakie” not once, but twice. You know you can do it! You are skilled, ready and completely focused. Now go,” Kara said firmly.
She gave a loud snap of her fingers, and Lance’s eyes focused as he looked at her.
“You can do it,” Kara said with a smile, touching his arm again.
The skater smiled.
“Damn right!” Lance said enthusiastically.
He picked up his helmet and fastened it on, then grabbed his board and went back to the ramp, claiming a spot in the order and flow of the group of skaters using it.
Kara waved at him when he was next in line, and he smiled an nodded back.
She watched as Lance flawlessly performed the “Rock to Fakie”, which was in actuality two tricks performed in rapid succession. It was an impressive sequence which included a stall and a one-hundred-eighty degree turn, and though Kara knew almost nothing about skateboarding she could tell it was beyond a novice skater’s ability.
She waited sipping her water while Lance, under her hypnotic suggestion, got back into line and then performed the trick again, receiving congratulations and praise from his fellow skaters.
After doing the trick the second time Lance came over to the bench where Kara sat, a beaming smile on his face.
“That was awesome! Thank you! I have never felt so clear and focused,” he said.
“My pleasure,” Kara replied with a nod.
“I really can’t thank you enough Kara!” Lance said enthusiastically.
The hypnotist smirked.
“Actually, I think you can,” Kara said slyly.
Lance looked at her quizzically.
“What do you mean?”
Kara’s reply was to run her bare foot up the young man’s leg.
He gasped in surprise.
“Oh wow…I, uh…you are totally hot, but…I…have a girlfriend,” Lance stammered, blushing.
“So? So do I. And a husband,” Kara replied with a wink.
“Really? Look, I’m not sure that we should—,” Lance began, obviously torn.
“Nonsense. I don’t care about your girlfriend…besides, you want me,” Kara pouted.
She pointed her toes at the tent he was pitching in his shorts.
“I…yeah, like I said you are hot. But my girl, she’s a bit crazy and if she found out she’d go ballistic. I don’t think I should…I’m sorry but I can’t,” Lance replied, taking a step back.
He was flushed, clearly horny but also torn. He wanted to fuck Kara, but he was genuinely unsure.
Kara made the decision for him.
“I am afraid it isn’t your choice, honey-bunny. You are still under hypnosis,” she reminded him sweetly.
“I…what? No I’m not!” Lance protested.
“Oh really? Do five jumping jacks right now,” Kara ordered with a raised eyebrow.
Lance looked stunned as he felt an irresistible urge to obey.
Kara winked at him as he performed five jumping jacks, quite against his will.
“Holy shit,” he said after he’d finished.
He backed away a step, eyeing the hypnotist suspiciously.
Kara chuckled.
“I told you. Now, you will tell me the truth. Do you want to fuck me?” Kara asked.
“Yes,” Lance replied immediately.
He flushed red again.
“Excellent. Follow me,” Kara commanded.
She rose and walked away from the skate park, leading Lance back to her Mustang.
“I…I don’t understand, how are you doing this? Hypnosis doesn’t work like this…,” Lance said as he followed her obediently.
“Obviously it does, dear. I am a very good hypnotist. You are highly suggestible, and have no chance of resisting my commands,” Kara replied.
“Wait, stop! You can’t just—,” Lance began.
“Be quiet, Lance. No more talking. Just obey. Now get in the back seat and take off all your clothes,” Kara said as they reached the car.
Lance fell silent and got into the car, unable to resist Kara. The attractive young man was soon naked.
Kara got into the car beside him and quickly undressed. She directed Lance to lay on the seat, his cock rock hard and standing up invitingly.
Kara impaled herself on it, causing Lance to gasp as she first rocked slowly in circles before quickly progressing to sliding up and down.
“Mmmm…ah, yes…yes…that feels so good! Lance, you cannot, will not cum until I tell you,” Kara said between shrieks of pleasure.
She continued to ride him vigorously for over ten minutes, cumming three times. Finally pausing to catch her breath, Kara was about to get off Lance and let him cum on her tits when there came a banging on the car window, startling them both.
“Lance! Lance you fucker! I know you are in there, Spider told me! Banging some old chick! You asshole!” came an angry female voice.
Kara saw a slender young woman with short black hair and big blue eyes, dressed in a sexy blue halter top and very short shorts. She had a silver hoop in her left nostril, and her left arm was covered in tattoos of flowers, skulls and anime characters.
“Your girlfriend, I presume? What is her name?” Kara asked as the woman continued to bang on the window and scream.
“Harmony,” Lance replied with a grunt.
He was still incredibly horny, stuck at the edge of orgasm and unable to cum.
“Well let me have a little “chat” with her, and then I will let you get off. Sit up and be quiet,” Kara said with a wink.
Lance obeyed.
The hypnotist brazenly exited the vehicle on the side opposite Harmony, sauntering around the car quite naked with a big smile on her face.
“Hello dear. May I help you?” Kara asked calmly.
Harmony looked at her with disgust.
“You bitch, you are fucking my boyfriend!” she shrieked.
“That’s true. Would you like to join us?” Kara asked with a chuckle.
Harmony was very attractive, and the hypnotist’s offer was genuine.
“Fuck you bitch, I am going to fucking kill Lance! You hear me, you asshole? Get out of the car!” Harmony shrieked, turning away from Kara and looking into the car again.
The hypnotist frowned.
“Harmony, please—,” Kara began reasonably.
“I said shut it, bitch! I will deal with you in a minute!” Harmony spat, cutting her off.
Oh will you? We will see about that you little brat,” Kara thought, her eyes narrowing.
She took a deep, calming breath.
“Harmony. Look at me,” Kara said firmly in her teacher’s voice.
The young woman reflexively turned to face her.
Before Harmony could speak, Kara raised her hand and began to gracefully flutter her fingers, moving her hand from side to side in a butterfly induction, the way Frankie had taught her.
“Relax, Harmony…follow my fingers with your eyes…watch them fluttering, it is very soothing, back and forth…up and down…that’s it, keep following my fingers and listening to my voice…let yourself relax…feel your anger fading back and forth, up and…down…feel yourself dropping Harmony, sinking into a nice state of deep relaxation…sinking deeper…dropping…and, sleep now,” Kara said firmly.
“What the…I….what?” the surprised Harmony mumbled.
Her eyes reflexively followed Kara’s smoothly fluttering fingers and her conscious mind was distracted, allowing Kara’s words to penetrate her subconscious.
Kara suddenly let her hand drop to her side; Harmony’s eyes followed.
At the same time, Kara raised her left hand and snapped her fingers beside Harmony’s head.
“Harmony, go deep asleep now,” the hypnotist said firmly.
Confused and overwhelmed, Harmony’s mind slowed and then went blank. Her eyes closed and she fell forward into Kara’s arms.
The hypnotist quickly began to whisper into the young woman’s ear.
A moment later, a dazed-looking Harmony got into the Mustang’s back seat and began to undress.
Kara got into the front passenger seat.
“Okay Harmony, when I snap you will be completely aware and awake, but still remain completely hypnotized and under my power. You will obey all my commands and accept all my suggestions as if they are your own thoughts,” Kara informed the now-naked woman.
“Yes ma’am,” Harmony agreed.
The hypnotist snapped.
Harmony blinked rapidly.
“What the actual fuck?” she demanded, horrified to find herself naked and in the back seat of a strange vehicle.
Kara smirked.
“Hello Harmony. Welcome to playtime,” she said.
“What is going on? Where are my clothes? Lance, you cheated on me with this perverted skank?” Harmony said angrily.
Lance sat quietly, unable to speak without Kara’s permission.
“Lance! Answer me right now, or I swear I will—,” Harmony began.
“Stop talking! My goodness you talk a lot! Let’s put that mouth to better use. Harmony, you will suck Lance’s cock. Now,” Kara commanded nonchalantly.
“What? Fuck you, I will not—I—what the fuck! What is happen—mmmnnfff,” Harmony said, her words drowned out as she leaned over and took her boyfriend’s engorged cock into her mouth.
The young woman sputtered and nearly gagged as she began to bob her head up and down rapidly on Lance’s shaft.
Kara chuckled.
“See, now that is a much better use for your mouth than talking. Slow down, don’t choke yourself. I am sure you know how to suck cock properly,” she said.
Kara reached back and put her hand on top of Harmony’s head and slowed her pace.
Harmony stopped trying to protest and resist. Her movements became slower and more rhythmic, and she stopped gagging.
“That’s it. Good girl. Nice and easy. Take him all the way in. Lance, just relax and enjoy fucking Harmony’s mouth. I am sure the break from her shrieking must be lovely,” Kara said.
Lance moaned and closed his eyes, raising his hips rhythmically and smiling slightly as his naked hypnotized girlfriend continued to helplessly deep-throat him.
“Okay Lance, your choice: Would you like to cum in her mouth and have her swallow, or shoot your load onto her face? You will answer truthfully,” Kara said.
“I…I…want to shoot my load in her face,” Lance gasped.
Harmony sputtered, waving her arms comically as she tried to protest.
“Sounds good to me. Harmony, get on the floor of the car. Face Lance. Lance, stroke your cock and aim it at Harmony’s face,” Kara instructed in her teacher’s voice.
The young couple obeyed, repositioning themselves.
“Okay, ready…cum, Lance! Cum now!” Kara said.
Lance let out a shout, trembling as he finally released. His cock spasmed hard as he continued to helplessly stroke it, shooting his cum onto Harmony’s face.
The young woman yelped and closed her eyes as her hypnotized boyfriend gave her a facial.
Harmony was still in shock from what was happening, and tears trickled from her eyes.
“You have something to say, Harmony?” Kara asked.
“Why are you doing this to us?” she asked as Lance’s diminishing shaft spurted the last of his load onto her tits.
Kara paused, momentarily taken aback by the question.
Why am I doing this…? She wondered.
Kara was generally a good person, although years of stress, abuse and frustration from teaching combined with a less than stellar marriage had begun to wear on her, and she was becoming more and more cynical as time went on.
Adding her hypnotic skills to and her newfound willingness to use them as well as Frankie’s influence to the equation and it added up to a simple answer.
Meeting Frankie and embracing her power had changed her life.
It made her happy.
She had power, and she was using it.
“I’m a Hypnodomme,” Kara replied casually.
For the first time she truly felt like one.
“You are sick! This has got to be fucking illegal! I’m so calling the cops!,” Harmony said angrily.
Kara rolled her eyes.
“Lance, Harmony sleep now!” she said firmly, snapping her fingers loudly.
Harmony went silent, her eyes slamming shut.
Lance’s eyes closed as well, and he slumped over.
“Okay, I am done with you two. When you step out of the car you will move to stand on the grass. After I drive away, you will awaken and forget that you were hypnotized. You will not remember me or my car, and you will have no memory of anything that happened while you were hypnotized. Now get out. Take all of your clothes with you,” Kara commanded.
The hypnotized young couple obeyed, exiting the vehicle and standing naked on the grass in front of Kara’s car holding their clothing.
The naked hypnotist got into the driver’s seat, started the engine and backed the car out of the parking spot very fast. Then she revved the engine, performing a burnout before speeding off, leaving Lance and Harmony standing a cloud of acrid-smelling smoke, utterly bewildered as they awoke from their trances.
Kara laughed long and hard as she drove home, exceeding the speed limit by twenty miles an hour at times and passing other motorists illegally.
She felt more alive than ever, reveling in her power and casting off her last lingering doubts about pursuing the life of a hypnodomme. No more feeling guilty, she told herself. Kara was almost hoping a cop would pull her over; she would love to see the look on their face when they saw she was naked, right before she hypnotized them.
Kara made it to her neighborhood without getting pulled over. As she past Frankie’s house, she did a double-take.
The courier van was still there.
Narrowing her eyes, Kara quickly parked her car in the driveway of her home, then then quickly retrieved her cutoffs and bikini top from the back seat and put them on. She didn’t bother with her tank top or flip-flops; she grabbed her keys and stepped out of her car.
Kara padded barefoot down warm concrete of the sidewalk toward the van; she could see a figure sitting in the driver’s seat as she approached; they appeared to be watching Frankie’s house She walked past the van and stepped behind it, peering in the back window.
Empty.
Moving quickly and decisively, she walked up to the driver’s side door and rapped sharply on the window.
The man behind the wheeled jumped, startled by the unexpected noise. He turned around an angry expression on his face as he rolled down the window.
His anger dissipated immediately when he got a good look at the sexy woman wearing a skimpy read bikini top and short cutoffs standing outside his van.
The man looked to be around forty, a bit on the heavy side and bald with a short, greying dark brown goatee and grey eyes. He was wearing a brown leather jacket.
“I, uh, hello there. Can I help you…?” he asked, clearly distracted by her skimpy bikini top.
Just as Kara had hoped.
Men are so predicable, she thought.
“You can, actually. You can look at me when I am speaking. Look at my eyes,” she said firmly.
The man lifted his eyes from her barely-covered tits and met Kara’s gaze.
He gasped; her magnificent blue eyes were intense, and he couldn’t help but be impressed by them.
“I…yeah, okay…,” he stammered.
Kara’s eyes were opened wide, and she did not blink.
“That’s better. You will keep your eyes on mine while we are talking, sir. Do not look away or at my chest, that would be rude. Keep your eyes on mine. You do not want to be rude to me, do you?” Kara asked in a sultry voice.
“No, no of course not. What—what can I help you with?” the man said, obviously wanting to accommodate Kara.
Perfect, the hypnotist thought.
“You can just be quiet and listen. Listen very carefully to my words; you seem tense, so I want you to relax. Just take a deep breath and then we can talk…but first you need to listen…and relax…listen…and relax…can you do that for me?” Kara asked, her voice soothing and monotonous.
“Sure, of course,” the man replied, nodding.
He didn’t break eye contact with Kara.
“Very good. Very good! That makes me very happy. Hopefully it makes you feel good to have pleased me…it does, doesn’t it? You are feeling very good, very…relaxed. Just sitting there comfortably, listening to my voice and relaxing more and more…looking me in the eye…my deep, captivating blue eyes…like vast pools of pure water…soothing…deep…they really draw you in…you want to keep looking into my eyes…looking deeper…deeper…letting yourself sink further into relaxation…listening to my voice and relaxing more and more…feeling yourself drawn into my big blue eyes…my voice guiding you deeper…deeper into relaxation…feeling yourself sinking…dropping…falling into my eyes…listening to my words and obeying them…obeying me…you cannot look away…you cannot move…you must simply keep looking deeper and deeper into my eyes…feeling so relaxed…so peaceful…,” Kara purred her words flowing smoothly from her as she concentrated on her subject.
“What…wait, are you…you…hypno—hypnotizing me? Stop…,” the man mumbled.
His eyes were riveted to Kara’s; he found to his horror he couldn’t look away from her magnificent blue orbs. They seemed to expand and fill his vision. Her words seemed to penetrate his mind, and he felt a warm, pleasant tingle spreading over him as he slumped in his seat.
Kara grinned; she was pleased, as using her eyes as a focus was something she had been working on lately. She had managed to speak directly to his subconscious while maintaining a hypnotic stare, and now had him well on his way to going into a trance.
“That’s it, just keep looking into my eyes…deeper and deeper…you can no longer move…you mind is becoming blank…let me think for you…my words become your thoughts…you are completely relaxed…empty, blank…obedient…you will obey me now,” the hypnotist said.
“Obey…,” the man agreed slowly.
His eyes were wide, and he no longer blinked.
He was hypnotized.
Kara gratefully closed her own dry eyes, blinking rapidly a few times.
Then she glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then looked at the man with disdain.
“You will answer all my questions completely truthfully and you will obey my commands. Now tell me who you are and why you are here,” Kara commanded sternly.
“I am Marcus Bremerton. I am an independent contractor working for the Anti-Hypnotist-Alliance. I was hired to watch Francesca Russell’s house and see if she is here, there are rumors she isn’t dead,” the man replied.
Kara couldn’t help laughing; this moron is AHA, and he still let himself get hypnotized!
Ah well, I am getting pretty good, she allowed silently.
“I see, and how long have you been here?” she asked.
“Since early this morning,” Marcus replied.
Kara was relieved; Frankie had been gone for two days already.
“How long are you supposed to watch the house?” she asked next.
“Just until this evening,” Marcus answered in a dazed voice.
Good, I can get rid of this asshole and talk to Frankie when she gets back tomorrow night, Kara thought.
She thought for a moment, then took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
“Okay my bald fool, listen carefully. You are deeply, completely relaxed. Completely under my control and ready to accept and obey all my instructions. When I snap my fingers you will count to twenty, then awaken from your trance. You will not remember me, being hypnotized or anything that took place while you were in a trance. If you ever hear me, and only me, say Bald Fool, you will instantly go into a state of deep hypnosis and obey my every command. When you awaken, you will leave this neighborhood and believe Francesca’s house was up for sale; you will remember seeing realtors and clients looking at the house, but no sign of Francesca or her associates. You will believe this in your heart. Do you understand my instructions?” Kara asked.
“Yes ma’am,” Marcus said.
His mouth hung open as Kara’s suggestions rooted themselves in his mind.
“You will address me as Mistress, slave. Got it?” Kara asked.
“Yes Mistress,” Marcus agreed.
“Better. Now give me your phone number. If you hear me say Bald Fool over the phone it will have the same effect as in person and you will immediately become hypnotized and follow my orders,” Kara commanded.
She quickly entered Marcus’ number into her phone under “Bald Fool”; when Frankie got back they could discuss how best to use him to their advantage in combating the AHA.
“That will do it for now. Oh, one more thing; from now on, you will really like wearing women’s lingerie. The frillier and lacier the better. You will start collecting it and wearing it under you clothes. You will not consciously realize you are doing it unless someone comments on it,” Kara said mischievously.
“Yes Mistress,” Marcus agreed.
Kara giggled.
Finished with the man, she casually snapped her fingers.
“One, two, three…,” Marcus began counting.
Kara sauntered down the sidewalk toward her house.
Amy’s Honda silver Honda Accord was parked on the street; Kara wondered if the young woman was masturbating to her yet.
As she reached her driveway, Kara retrieved her purse and flip-flops from her car; she’d put it in the garage later. As she walked up to her front door, the courier van drove down the street; Kara turned and saw Marcus gawking lecherously at her as he passed, obviously appreciating her outfit.
“I should have made him impotent. Next time,” Kara said to herself as she went into her house.
Amy was sitting naked on the living room floor, her legs spread as she rubbed her pussy.
“Mmm…Mistress Kara…fuck I want you…I want to please you…oh…oh yes…,” she moaned.
Kara chuckled.
“Hello Amy. Cum!” she said.
Amy shrieked as she instantly orgasmed, trembling in ecstasy as she was finally able to cum.
“Okay my pet, time to pleasure your Mistress,” Kara said after the young woman had recovered.
She dropped her purse and flip-flops, then quickly removed her clothing.
Kara was going to cap off her day with some sexual domination.
The naked hypnotist sat on the couch and spread her legs.
“Slave-Amy, crawl to me and eat my delicious pussy. Pleasuring me causes you pleasure as well; all you want is to eat my pussy, it tastes so wonderful you can’t get enough!” Kara suggested firmly.
“Yes Mistress!” Amy said enthusiastically.
She quickly crawled to her owner and immediately began to vigorously lick at her wet pussy.
“Mmmm…that feels so good…take your time, slave…mmmm…oh yes!” Kara said, gasping.
Amy slowed her pace, sucking at Kara’s clit and using her fingers to tease and rub the edges of her Mistress’s pussy as well.
Kara closed her eyes and leaned back, massaging her own breasts and squeezing her nipples with one hand and pulling Amy’s hair with the other, moaning loudly as she enjoyed both the physical sensations as well as the power she had over the hapless young woman.
Kara she let out a loud scream of ecstasy as Amy brought her to orgasm.
“Mmmmm…very good slave…keep it up, I am far from satisfied,” she commanded, shuddering.
It had been a wonderful day off, but she still had a couple hours before Jacob and the boys returned and she intended to use them.
The Hypnodomme’s eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed in ecstasy, trembling as Amy continued to enthusiastically worship her pussy, causing her to cum again…and again…