The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

24.

Renee felt like she hadn’t slept.

There had been spots of it throughout the night. She was sure of that. Her surety did nothing to convince her mind that it should feel well rested. Her eyes felt better than they had when she’d woken up in front of her computer in a lustful haze, but she still felt worn out. Worn down. Exhausted.

If I didn’t have a shift after classes today I could try to take a nap... But I’ll have today’s studying and tomorrow’s to cram in. No time. Renee groaned as she stared blearily at the clock.

Every time she’d felt like she was just getting to sleep, just inches away from sinking into a night of warm fluffy dreams, there’d been this... chime. More like a ping. A gentle tap of a sound. It seemed to last only long enough to jar her out of sleep, but keep her in that dreamy state between being awake and not.

Never enough to actually wake her up.

Never enough to draw out enough cognizance for awareness or frustration.

The fifteen minutes she imagined she’d slept over the course of the night would have to be enough to get her through the day. Renee stayed in bed, watching the red colon blink between the pair of fives. It was far earlier than she liked to be cognizant, but she knew that she’d soon need to pull herself out of bed if only to end the torment.

Real sleep felt right outside of her reach, as though if she found some new way to close her eyes or some position she hadn’t tried to lay still she might sink and find herself lost in a pleasant dream. This left her on her back, limbs sprawled out in no semblance of order, with her head turned to face her clock radio. Her body glistened with a light sheen of sweat in the faint light that her blinds failed to restrain. She still stank of dried lust.

I might not have been able to sleep, but at least I didn’t have any more of those dreams. Just the thought of dreams made Renee yawn long and slow, arching her back as she stretched into the feeling. If anyone were watching it would have been hard not to imagine it was intentionally provocative.

Dreams. She couldn’t remember a single one after she’d curled up in bed. Renee remembered that it took a deeper sleep to actually be able to dream, and it was likely she hadn’t hit that once during the night.

She still remembered her dreams of Hannah as clearly as she remembered her finger drenching daydreams. Even if the scent wasn’t there to remind her the memories were too vivid to be forgotten. Either Hannah had awoken something inside of her, she reasoned, or hearing of the woman’s own sexual escapades had made her jealous not of Hannah but her lover.

I’m not some judgey prude. Can’t keep denying this like there’s something wrong with it. Renee sighed, sitting up as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Even that seemed to be less present. I’ve got a crush on Hannah.

Renee squirmed, looking down again at the stained crotch of her panties.

A powerful one, too.

She almost felt disappointed that Hannah hadn’t stopped in to make sure she was all right when she’d come back from her shift last night. Renee couldn’t remember her coming home, but that didn’t mean much. Even if she hadn’t slept well, she had been—and still was—exhausted. Maybe that had been one of the times she’d come to only far enough to slide right back down.

Even if she still felt exhausted, the time resting in bed had seemed to do her body some good. Her legs felt perfectly renewed and awake as she slowly rose from her bed. She remembered tossing and turning, but her body didn’t seem to regret it.

The only thing affected seemed to be the slog it was to keep her mind moving the way she wanted it to go.

She found herself standing in the middle of her room with no clue why. She was sure there had been a reason a moment ago. Her brain was too slippery to remember the thought.

Shower! Right. Need to shower. Renee laughed at herself. Maybe if I’d been less concerned with how intense last night was I would have been able to sleep. Then I wouldn’t be feeling so uneven and...

One small favor was that Renee’s shower didn’t require entering her shared apartment proper. All she had to do to reach it was enter the door from within her own room. Privacy. Privacy, and safety from seeing Hannah before she’d resolved how to handle her newly found infatuation. Her first impulse to call it a ‘crush’ sounded so childish.

There was nothing childish about the things she wanted Hannah to do to her.

She closed the door to her bathroom with a sigh before she noticed the neglected tube of toothpaste sitting beside her sink and silently cursed herself. Two sodas right before bed and she’d forgotten. She made a note to make sure not to skip that again.

A few turns of her wrist and water began to flow from the shower head above far too cold for Renee to dare a chance encounter with her skin. She eased out of her panties, trying not to focus on their sticky reticence. Deciding what to do about it could wait until after she had showered. Cleared her head. As soon as the water was warm she stepped in, trembling at the rush of water across her body.

Renee stood directly under the stream so it pounded into the top of her scalp before running in rivulets down her body. It was entirely too easy to just let herself stand in the water’s path and let everything rush away. All of the stickiness could just slowly melt away on its own.

Oh. Right. Renee’s tired mind rejoined her. Soap. I almost forgot that was a thing.

The scent that escaped the small pink bar of soap as she held it under the stream of pounding water felt so much stronger than she remembered it being She shook her head, certain this was just another oddity of her troubled sleep.

It wasn’t until she’d rubbed the cerulean bath sponge over her body that the smell became overpowering. Each breath she took pulled with it so much of that sweet flowery fragrance deeper inside of the already dazed redhead. It was heady and thick, as though it were rolling her head loosely through a field of blooming flowers.

By the time she’d soaped along the length of her legs there were flowers blooming fragrantly in her mind. She stayed for a time bent over with her shining wet ass arched up in the air inhaling the powerful feeling.

Even the droplets that traced intimate paths down between her legs did nothing but feed those flowers. Suds washed away and disappeared down the drain, but the scent mingled with her own and remained fresh in her mind. Flowers bloomed and drank eagerly of shower water, rewarding Renee with blank, empty bliss.

Yet another nap that would give her mind no rest.

A whimsical droplet teased down to between her folds. It held fast to her tender flesh, before as thoughtless as Renee it fell from her sex and disappeared down the drain.

The sensation was enough to rouse some place in that floral paradise that remembered what she was doing. She let out a soft quiet gasp as she found her hand rubbing soap into that taunting scent between her legs. Her night’s lusts began to drip away, replaced by the sweet greenhouse smells that were spreading roots between where her thoughts should have been.

Water pounded her pale body, dripping along freckles as it teased her skin. She stood shakily on her feet, her eyes gazing beyond the shower wall ahead of her. She sighed, thinking nothing.

Renee didn’t hear when the door opened. It was such a distant sound, from a world she couldn’t remember. She didn’t react when the lever was switched, and the still warm water began to fill the tub. It meant there was more of that lovely scent, but she was already swimming in so many flower petals that a few more were hardly noticed.

Soft hands gently eased her down into the water, and she let out a dreamy moan. It was so warm, like floating in a daydream. Renee’s lips curled into a smile as her arms limply floated in the soapy water of the bath.

“Relax, Renee. Relax, and let your mind go.”

Renee’s smile grew as she let out a quiet, contented sigh. She already felt so gone, but the voice cutting through the fog to give her permission felt good. It felt really, really good. When the voice’s fingers began to rub tingling shampoo through her hair she groaned. Her eyes fluttered, her lips trembling as she felt the tingling warmth seep down into intimate places even she hadn’t explored.

“You’re having another sweet, sexy daydream.” Renee’s next sound was so much more urgent. Her nipples crested the water at the height of a slow gasp. “That’s right. It’s such a very sexy daydream. Making your hand want to move down between your legs. Don’t fight it.”

“Don’t... fight it...” Something in Renee squeezed at those words, holding onto them for guidance as her hands roamed her inner most thighs. Around her, the water suddenly felt so much warmer.

Unlike the floral scents that had been so distracting and warm, making other feelings more distant, the shampoo seemed to bring reality into hyper-focus.

Her thoughts didn’t come flooding back in to fill the void that had been created. She didn’t suddenly find herself gasping and struggling to comprehend what was happening. She wasn’t even the least bit concerned who was sliding their hands through her hair. Instead, her mind found there was too much to take in to start adding new things to an already overstuffed plate.

The water moved around her, a constant fluid embrace. Her hands had found the folds of her nether lips, and were eagerly exploring them in her daydream haze. All that before the voice that was so much more clearheaded than she could remember feeling.

Easier to listen.

Easier to float in the soapy warmth and rub her clean body.

So impossible to think.

“It’s another dream about Hannah. Hannah your roommate. Hannah your best friend. Hannah, the woman that you can’t get out of your mind.” Lips pressed to her cheek, lips just wet enough to feel, and Renee sighed in the bliss of imagining Hannah’s lips touching her.

Hannah, the queen of her daydreams was such a good kisser. Her fingers moved quicker, voice catching in her throat as she found a rhythm that she recognized from another dream. Another dream of Hannah.

She moaned out the woman’s name, her eyes closing tighter to savor how the color and texture of her words made her fingers feel.

“That’s right. Hannah. Hannah that kept you up all night thinking of her. Hannah that you want to touch you. To kiss you.” A kiss to her cheek made Renee cry out. It did nothing to slow her fingers exploring her depths to find the same places her dream had touched before. “You need Hannah. You want Hannah.”

Renee cried out as her back arched with the pleasure shuddering through her body. Warm tingles of shampoo slid down along the side of her face. “N-need... H—...hannah!”

“That’s right, Renee. You need Hannah. So relax. Listen. And I’ll tell you everything that you need to know.”

25.

“I’m glad we could have lunch together, Renee. I felt bad that we couldn’t yesterday after I was well...” Hannah laughed as she set her tray down on the small outdoor table. The sun was just bright enough that both women were glad the umbrella overhead did an adequate job of fending it off. “You know. Obviously. Really sorry you didn’t sleep so well last night, by the way. Me getting in late didn’t like... wake you up, did it?”

Renee shook her head as she swallowed her bite of French fry. “No, I don’t even think I heard you when you came in. I just... couldn’t sleep. I... tried to get to bed early? But it didn’t work out. I just kept... waking up. Then I fell asleep in the bath.”

“Huh. I could have sworn that you didn’t even like taking baths?” Hannah grinned crookedly before biting the red ketchup ‘head’ of a long French fry. “You still look good though. Sleepy is a good look for you.”

It makes her look so incredibly vulnerable. Soft. Like she wouldn’t be able to fight me if I pinned her down and nibbled her neck. Hannah grinned a little bit more as she took a small bite from her burger. Maybe she wouldn’t even want me to. She’s even sitting like prey, looking like she doesn’t want to draw my attention.

She only just kept her tongue from sliding out to seductively wet her lips. Renee’s oversized white t-shirt and jean shorts made her look smaller and hid a good majority of her figure. Yet much like the archetypal sweater it hid, and made the hiding clear.

Hannah remembered how she looked when she wasn’t hiding, and it only made the hidden aspect all the more alluring.

Renee blinked, and then shook her head with a quiet laugh. “I... Well, I don’t. Sorry, I keep losing my train of thought today. But yeah, no, I’m not big on them at all. But I woke up in one, so I must have thought I was too tired to stay standing for a shower... which was probably right, I guess.”

“Sometimes you have to listen to those impulses, you know? Not struggle, go with the flow, all of that.” Hannah dipped one of her fries into her ketchup again. This time, instead of happily chomping it down she held it out to her friend. Her lips slowly spread into a playful smile, enhanced by a subtle hooding of her eyes. “Good things come to those who wait. So maybe you just need to let go a little bit more.”

Hazel eyes fell on the end of the offered fry and hesitated. Quivered. The fry began to sway back and forth, and Renee’s eyes followed dutifully behind. Hannah extended her reach further, tapping the tip to Renee’s lips.

Hannah quietly laughed as Renee flushed. It was such an innocent reaction. She had been too focused to notice the approach’s logical destination.

Taken unprepared.

With a shy laugh of her own Renee took the fry with her teeth. Hannah quietly sighed, shaking her head as she filled her mouth with a sip of diet soda. “You know what could help you get some rest?”

Renee shook her head, taking a very similar sip from the end of her coyly bent straw.

“Hypnosis.”

Renee almost choked on her drink, sputtering as she did her best to recover from her friend’s answer to her own question. “Hypnosis? You’re still on a Lit Major, right? When did you start drinking the hypno-kool-aid? Isn’t that more of a psych thing? Or are they teaching you how to get a job in academia by writing analyses full of hypnotically structured sentences?”

“That would just be silly.” Hannah laughed to punctuate. “Hypnosis is something that you’d need to personalize for your audience for maximum effect. Like love poetry.”

Were Renee not still recovering from the suggestion of hypnosis it was easy for Hannah to imagine that she’d be performing a spit take.

“But no, I didn’t learn it from school. I’m sure that I could, but I learned it someplace so much more fun than that.” Hannah’s lips slowly shifted to the side, settling in a very satisfied grin.

Hannah could watch the gears behind Renee’s hazel eyes rubbing at each other with just enough friction to move things along. Am I flirting with her, or am I satisfied in my newly gifted skill? Does she want me flirting with her, or is it an unwelcome advance? She’s prey who doesn’t know if she wants to be prey, but she can feel it’s happening.

Her pretty hazel eyes, full of quivering prey thoughts.

“Courtney taught me. She had a pretty coin on a string that she would swing back and forth, back and forth. I’d be caught watching it swing, and then I’d lose track of everything else. I’d usually wake up in another place on her bed, in a position that I didn’t remember getting into. It was fun to just be here one moment, and then be somewhere else the next because she swung that pretty coin.

“It made the sex better, too. Like you wouldn’t believe.” Hannah paused, and took another long sip of her drink. Renee said nothing. Renee barely moved. “But I know you said you didn’t want any... Girldetails? So... I’ll keep those to myself.”

Renee laughed. Hannah doubted that it convinced either of them. That just made her smile more. “Thanks for that. I know you’re probably still simmering in the afterglow. Can’t blame you.”

Something shy whispered behind Renee’s words so softly that Hannah was sure the other woman thought it was hidden. It wasn’t so small she could believe the other woman was unaware of its presence. It was an embarrassing presence that itched and prodded and teased at tender places and elicited whines of shyness.

Disappointment.

Her composure kept her still and calm, even if her cheeks and her eyes betrayed her as much as her voice. Hannah didn’t bother glancing down to see if there was any evidence of what her own mental wanderings had done to make the loose t-shirt feel suddenly tighter.

“I guess I am, huh? Afterglow. It was just one... long...hot weekend. I could barely tell when one day ended and the next started. There was just so much...” Hannah let her words drift through the air to tempt more within the private places hidden in Renee’s mind. “But yes. Courtney taught me hypnosis. I used it on her, too. It doesn’t have to be used for sex. Obviously. I’ve been using hypnosis to get through the week. I miss her so much, and Friday seems so far away.”

Renee’s breath had caught in her throat. Are you imagining how I look with my mind smoothed and tamed? Or are you wondering how it would make you look? Could you even resist?

Her voice felt like a coiled snake. All she would need to do was speak. The words she needed to say were there on the tip of her tongue. A vague memory of laying in bed, asleep but awake, listening to those words being fed into her mind through her new bluetooth headset teased across her cleft, but she forgot it too quickly to even shudder.

Hannah remembered how to forget so quickly now.

“Still. You need some rest. Obviously. No sleep all night, you just keep drifting out... Hypnosis could help with that, and I know how. Wouldn’t even need Courtney’s pretty shiny coin. I could just use my voice to make it so easy to get the rest your mind needs.” Hannah’s smile softened.

She reached out a hand, resting it over Renee’s. Concern. Affection. These were the things that made prey like Renee relax and forget how vulnerable they were. Trust. Friendship.

Hannah felt so unlike herself. Her smile was the smile she’d given Renee so many times when she wanted to help her dear friend in any way she could find. The sentiment was hers, genuine and true as any time she’d expressed it in the past. There was more to it now, and it came from her, but a her she didn’t remember. She never used to size up her friend’s emotional state and direct it like traffic to between her parting legs.

Something deeper than Hannah sighed. She forgot her wandering thoughts, and remembered her quiet hunger for Renee. Only the redhead could give her what she needed.

“I don’t know. Isn’t that pretty... intimate? Like, letting you inside of my head. Hypnosis. Isn’t that a bit close to the mind control stuff that one Oasis Center commercial talked about?” Renee made a face that was less convincingly put off than she wanted it to be.

Hannah laughed, withdrawing her hand back across the table. She let her amused sounds crumble and chip away at the defenses Renee had raised to protect herself. Defense mechanisms. They weren’t what the redhead was really focused on. Both of them had made fun of those commercials as teenagers. Hannah remembered reminding someone only recently that you couldn’t mind control someone like that. You couldn’t rip their will away and fill them up with something new. She remembered laughter, and then forgot the whole line of thought.

Renee’s posture had weakened. Her attempt to deflect had left her with less ground than she had before. Now she was back to looking uncertain. Uncomfortable.

“Hypnosis is perfectly natural. It’s just like meditation, except someone guides you through it instead of trying to clear your mind and getting it filled with old Normandy Swords songs.” Hannah winked, and the two laughed together as their minds went to entirely too similar places at the thought of the pop star’s entirely too catchy singles.

“You’d need a lot more than just hypnosis from a friend outside a fast food joint one time to be mind controlled like that. Especially if you consider that I’ve only ever done it with one other woman who was probably just humoring me.” Hannah winked. Renee sighed with a vulnerability, a surrender that dampened and warmed between her roommate’s thighs. “You’ll be able to shake your head and flutter your eyes at any point if you don’t like it and I’ll never bug you about this again.

“But I think it could do you a lot of good to let yourself focus on my voice and unwind a little. All you’d have to do is just relax, and my voice would take care of everything else. Every other little thing in the world. That doesn’t sound so bad, does it?” Hannah’s eyes held Renee’s gaze gently, but unrelentingly.

Patience, and persistence.

The helpful place inside of her that analyzed and guided Hannah had such happy insights to share. Renee was sitting up straighter now, but it wasn’t a posture that spoke of confidence so much as openness. Her guard had fallen away, and she was letting Hannah in. Her smile was one without tension or concern, only eagerness.

She doesn’t feel like I overpowered her. She doesn’t even feel like this is a surrender. This is just her best friend looking out for her best interests.

I can taste her already.

“All right... I can do that. So, what do you need me to do? You said you didn’t need anything like a pendulum, so does that mean that I can close my eyes?” Renee laughed even as she said it. She couldn’t hide the tiredness in her voice. The long night was weighing her down.

Hannah smiled with her eyes even more than her lips. “No, Renee. I want you to keep your eyes open. I want you to let them settle on mine.”

She didn’t even realize how natural it was to let her eyes stay in Hannah’s. Her gaze was firm and strong. Renee could taste the confidence in her eyes. There was something more, but it was hard to see. It was so much easier to see that wall of firmness and let herself relax against it. She was so tired, and Hannah had offered her a place to rest.

Hannah’s voice even sounded like something from one of her dreams, like the dreams that had left her as wet as her bath.

“Relax, and keep your eyes looking right into mine. All you need to do is watch my eyes, and listen to my voice. Nothing else matters right now, and you’re so tired. You’ve been awake without any real rest for so long. Now that you have a chance to really relax, to really let yourself go and sink into my eyes, there’s nothing at all holding you back. You can let go. You can let everything go.

“You’ve been having to carefully guide and control your own focus all day, and it’s been so difficult. So easy to lose track of your thoughts. So easy to lose your place. So easy to forget the world around you and just start... slipping. But now you can. Now it’s okay. You can let the whole world drift and fall away.

“Let go, Renee. Drift.”

“Dr...ift...” Renee moaned out the word in halves as though it were too heavy a word for her to lift all at once. Once it dropped, Renee fell with it.

She was slouched again. Her eyes had fallen half shut, held open only by Hannah’s gaze from across the table. She didn’t hear the all too near sounds of traffic and others enjoying conversations over their meals. She didn’t see the way Hannah’s eyes were full of all too unrestrained hunger. The taste of her forgotten meal was more distant than a lost memory.

“That’s good, Renee. All you need to do is drift. Look into my eyes, and find a nice warm, soft place to curl up. A place just for you. A place where you don’t need to think, or act, or decide, or worry. A place where all you need to do is relax, rest, feel. The rest is all up to me. My eyes. My voice. My words. All you need to do is drift into that warm, soft, comfortable place in my eyes that I’ve set aside just for you. It’s always been there, just waiting for the right moment, the right opportunity.

“And now you’re there, aren’t you? Curled up. Resting. Adrift in my eyes. Held by my words. Hypnotized. Hypnotized so you can rest. So you can relax. So you can let go. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yesss... L-let... let... go... Adrift... Held... Mmmm...” Renee’s voice stuttered as though directed by an over eager DJ before drifting out smooth as a soft jazz sample.

“So rest in my eyes, Renee... Stay curled up, drifted. Restive. Calm. And let me take care of everything. You’re hypnotized. And that means...”

Renee mewled as she slumped further forward. Hannah’s voice trailed off and Renee felt herself almost falling from her chair. She caught herself in the last moment, clutching the table with half-limp grip that seemed to hardly remember how to hold things without being directly instructed. Her eyes fluttered open, lids feeling tired and heavy even as a new energy spread through her body. Alertness. Awakeness.

Thoughtfulness.

“I... Wow. It must have really worked. I feel... My mind feels a lot more rested, now.” She remembered all too clearly how Hannah had phrased it. This wasn’t just rest for her, it was for her mind. A time where she had been able to let go and let her fuzzy grip on her thoughts loosen.

“Oh, it uhm... Well... You sort of... fell asleep.” Hannah’s cheeks were an adorable red that looked to be competing with her roommate’s hair. It was an unlikely victory, but it was an impressive attempt. “You were hypnotized for maybe... thirty seconds? Then you were out like a light, asleep sitting up. Normally I would have woken you up, but you were so tired... I let you get a small little nap. Courtney didn’t tell me that hypnosis was a bad thing to try on someone so sleepy. I guess it kinda makes sense, huh?”

Renee’s cheeks joined Hannah’s with their own more delicate, lighter shade. She felt so incredibly rested from just a small taste of the other woman’s words. Even more, she felt so incredibly turned on.

Her nipples were throbbing, and the center between her legs felt molten and weak with need. She couldn’t smell herself when she tried. They were too close to the powerful scent of fresh French fries for it to feel like a fair test. Her knees felt wobbly weak even without the pressure of trying to stand. That felt more telling.

She laughed, trying to push away how she felt until she could unpack it later. Hannah watched calmly, not ready to push the issue. She would wait. Renee would steam. “W-well I guess thirty seconds is a lot for a hypnotist as good as you, huh? Thank you for not waking me up...”

“It’s nothing. Really. I was just trying to be a good friend.” Hannah smiled, and sipped from her straw until it made the telltale sound of the well being tapped. “But we should probably get going. Hope that nap helps you out!”

“I’m sure it will.” Renee smiled, lifting up her tray with a still sleepy smile. Hannah had given her just enough time to get her bearings but not to feel completely past the nap’s gentle whisper that she could settle back down, close her eyes, and try for more. Something told her that without Hannah’s hypnosis it wouldn’t be nearly so rejuvenating a nap, so she let the thought slide away. With how good she felt, settling for second rate did not appeal. “You were just what I needed.”

26.

Hannah smiled as she walked up the walkway to her last house of the night. Autopilot kicked in as it always did, shutting down her awareness as she carried the hotbag towards the house. She thought over her day. Uneventful classes where she continued her habit of taking extremely detailed notes on every little thing. It was like she didn’t even need to focus on her left hand anymore. It moved with a will of its own, filling her page with knowledge that she seemed to absorb through proximity.

Then there was Renee.

Their lunchtime encounter had stayed with her vividly through the whole day. She remembered how Renee had trembled at the sounds weaving through her consciousness. Instead of holding her up and making her dance, they’d pulled her down and spread her open wide. Wider than Hannah had wished she could have spread the redhead’s legs.

Her hunger for the other woman had only grown after she’d watched how susceptible her tired friend was to hypnosis. Renee’s morning bath nap must have been shorter than the one she thought she’d had at the restaurant.

She was even more beautiful than usual when she repeated all of the commands I whispered to her sleeping mind.

Hannah had forgotten how to regret how she must hunt her prey.

The door opened, and Hannah smiled brightly and excitedly as she held up the hotbag, snapping back to attention. She hadn’t even remembered pressing the woman’s doorbell. Had she?

Just considering that she could have done so and forgotten made her pussy clench and juice.

“Hello! I have your pineapple and olive, medium! If I can just see a card and some ID...” Hannah smiled at the woman on the other side of the doorway, patient and polite.

The woman had black hair. For a moment it almost made her think of Abigail, but instead of forming a helmet-like bob it was a mess of loose flowing curls kept short and neat. Most of it was tied back in a professional bun but for a curl on either side that fell over the folded back pink collar atop her black blouse. Hannah’s eyes were a deep dark brown, but her customer’s were a warm bright brown more like amber.

Her lips were glazed a candy-like pink that stood out beautifully against her warm Latin skin. Her blouse ended tastefully before her breasts. Her entirely too smooth skin still found ways to be entirely too alluring with what was revealed. Her figure was delicate, but powerful.

The way she stood along with the way she dressed made Hannah ponder if maybe she wasn’t more ready for a business meeting than a pizza delivery. Maybe that means that she’s a good tipper.

Her expression was decidedly neutral. Her eyes were hooded only enough to keep them from not being widely open and her dark lashes drew Hannah’s gaze in and the warm caramel of her eyes held it. Her lips quirked faintly as she took a purposefully slow step back and spoke with an unyielding certainty. “That is my order, Hannah dear. But you forgot the Independence Deliquesce.”

Hannah shuddered and almost dropped the hotbag.

slave hannah caught it as it began to fall, and took a step in before closing the door behind her. “This slave is here at your will, Lady. Mistress offers that you use her body as you see fit.”

“Just as promised. Your Mistress is always commendable for her follow through.” Lady grinned, and it made something in the slave shudder and shake as she set down the unopened hotbag. “And her taste in pets. But before we get to the fun I believe she was also supposed to send a message with you? One that isn’t for you to remember.”

Lips trembled as the delivery girl’s lips moved.

The sounds never reached her own ears.

Occasionally she imagined she could hear a sound that some part of her remembered as a word. One of them she was sure for almost a whole second as being a name of someone she knew. But she was far too well trained to betray the faith Mistress placed in her slave.

She wasn’t prepared when her lips stopped moving and the sound of Mistress’s words from her lips faded to silence. It took her by surprise, and rewarded her with a gentle orgasm. Her mouth had been Mistress’s mouth, and she had a desperate wish to lick and suck at her own lips to savor the taste of her owner’s words. If not for the tender burn of standing at attention for the woman she knew only as Lady knowing that obedience meant putting Mistress’s will over her own she would have worshiped her lips for hours.

This is what it means to be a slave. Denying myself something to give Mistress everything makes me cum harder than anything i ever have felt before She took me. Another shudder rolled through her hips, eyes straining to not roll back into her head and only failing long enough to make Lady smile.

“Your Mistress is a shrewd woman, but she does get results. Strip. Don’t make a show of it—I have girls trained for that. I just want you naked. Exposed. Ready. But keep your Mistress’s bluetooth in. She may not give her girls visible collars, but you’ll never see one out in the world without a little blue glowing accessory in their ear that no one would even bother to look at twice.”

slave hannah smiled proudly. Her presence was earning Mistress praise. Her obedience was earning Mistress the recognition that she deserved. The orgasms that teased her body as she mechanically removed her clothes were Mistress’s and she was grateful to share them.

i’m her whore, her messengerslut that doesn’t need to be paid. Sharing the message makes me feel more rewarded than any payment could be. i hope she uses me like this again and again and...

She stood above the pool of her clothes, her nipples stiffening at Lady’s inspection. Her pussy quivered and turned all the more slick as the woman slowly paced around her with a gentle touch to her body here or there only long enough to test the flesh and not to stimulate. The slave was little more than a piece of girlflesh being considered for where it should be tasted first and how. She knew that she would be there all night if Mistress didn’t have a use for her and Lady didn’t tire.

Maybe she would be used to entertain Her even after Her own stamina was exhausted. slave hannah imagined hours of rubbing between her legs, moaning to be Her music as Lady enjoyed her evening. Maybe She would ignore her and only occasionally glance, but her every moment of performance would be for Mistress.

The hands between her legs would be Mistress’s.

“She does know how to pick them, for both form and function.” Lady’s hand fell to the slave’s ass, grasping and squeezing so tight it began to ache. She only trembled and moaned, pressing herself into Her hand. “Though were you mine, I’d have you so much more... firm. Taut.”

Her hand withdrew, returning only a moment later with a hard swat to the growing redness at the slave’s backside. It drew a sharp cry that almost matched the sound of flesh on flesh that rang through the air. Mistress hadn’t taught her to withstand pain or trained her for anything but pleasure and obedience. In that moment she craved nothing but to be that firm tool for Mistress’s friend to brutalize to earn new screams and cries. She didn’t care if left her so bruised she wouldn’t be able to sit for a week without moaning in remembered agony.

It would only help her remember that Mistress’s will was absolute in her obedient slave’s mind.

“But your Mistress prefers softer things. More yielding things. I suppose if our tastes were the same there would be no reason for us to share, would there? We’d be competitors instead of business associates.” Fingers slid along the slave’s ass, teasing just past the tightly puckered hole that Mistress had yet to train down to tease along the folds that Mistress had used to rub away at the slave’s will. “Then this meeting would go so differently. A game for dominance instead of a time to play.

“Knowing your Mistress, you’d be so many different flavors of dangerous. Your trigger phrase likely would have compelled you to pull out one of those pretty toys of hers. But instead...” Her fingers roughly explored inside of the dripping slave’s pussy possessed of a raw tenacity for earning the girl’s sharper cries. “You’re just a pretty thing for me to use. Say it, slave.”

“i... i’m just a pretty thing for you to use!” Her voice cracked as the fingers exploring her depths moved quicker and grazed her walls with an increasing fierceness. It was rough, more than fucking, but her lack of ability to give or deny consent stopped it from being rape. “Please, Lady, use me!”

Lady laughed, her hand pulling back only to swat at the slave’s puffy slick netherlips. Her clit sang and throbbed in equal measure as her hips trembled and shook. It was all for Her pleasure, and the slave would take so much more of the sensations that begged for recovery if it meant she would earn her Mistress more clout with her ‘business associate’.

She was just the gift of a pretty whore from one high class woman to another.

“Good. Very good. Even if degrading you is hardly the same thing as doing it to a real person, at least you obey so wonderfully.” Lady laughed, pinching mercilessly at the slave’s clit so shamelessly unhooded. Her screams made her body shake in ways that her handler clearly enjoyed, making those touches seem to last for a period of time without end.

Teeth closed around her stiffened nipple as lips suckled as though they were draining everything that wasn’t screams and obedience. She’d had precious little to start. Her screams were louder, and her eyes emptier but otherwise so little had changed when She drew back.

Mistress’s toy. Mistress’s slut. Mistress’s slave. Mistress’s whore. Mistress’s toy...

The only coherent thoughts she could form were a mantra that she didn’t remember being taught. It came to her mind like whispers from a Goddess to her kneeling supplicant. She imagined chanting it standing in a closet, or laying down in a bed that she pretended was hers, but the memories felt hazy at best. Grasping at a different point in time with only herself as a reference felt so meaningless.

Hands grasped her nipples and twisted them both away from the center of her chest. They were pulled so taut that the slave could barely keep herself standing even when she stumbled forward. A hard yank and her knees gave out, sending the slave tumbling into the Lady before being released to fall witlessly to her knees.

“You know when you showed up I was almost insulted that it wasn’t mariko. If I’m going to have something soft and weak in my hands I want it to have curves... but I think she knew that I’d savor being the first to make you howl like this.”

Lady laughed as she raised her shoe between slave hannah’s legs to perfectly tease her slit with the curved point. Black and elegant, her shoe was so quickly stained with the slavegirl’s dripping lust.

Her every breath was panting, ragged and fragile. Her dark brown eyes were empty, staring at nothing. Behind them her programming redoubled and tightened around her mind. Words whispered into her ear so quiet that she wasn’t even sure she heard them but she knew that she would obey. The voice was telling her things too important for her to forget.

When the shoe finally pulled away she collapsed forward as though it had been holding her up, nuzzling and kissing along Her stocking covered leg. Her lips kissed and suckled, yet something told her to make sure to keep Lady’s stockings dry. She obeyed without thought.

“Mmmm... you know I keep trying to convince her to give all of her sluts nipple rings. Clit rings too. Perfect to put a little chain between all three. Tug you around like the animals you are. If you’re soft things, you should look it. So soft, chained and bound even when you’re doing her dirty work... but she says it would clash with your-oooh-uniforms. Why do you even need uniforms if your bodies are ready to fuck any time?”

Her mind tuned out Lady’s words. So many of them conflicted with things that she knew she was not to question. Not to know any way but the way Mistress told her. Lady’s will was strong, but it was not the will that animated the helpless slave kissing and rubbing her nose along the black and red lace panties nestled between Lady’s legs.

A knowing rose in slave hannah’s thoughts as her hands rose on their own to pull those panties down. Lady hated her clothing being sullied. Neat freak. Mistress’s words in her head were not kind.

She doesn’t even like her. i’m so much Her whore that she’s using me to fuck a woman she doesn’t even like. Her pussy squeezed around the thought like it was Mistress’s fingers and came just as hard. her value was so little that sullying her tongue on Lady’s cunt was impossible.

Her lips suckled and tugged at Lady’s inner lips before lavishing them with her tongue. Under Lady’s skirt everything was darker, but in the kneeling slave’s mind things were darker still. Twisting, and being pressed into place.

Trained with each languid caress of her tongue.

“Mmm you were born to be a little pussylicker, you know that? If she hadn’t found you and fried your brain out with one of her little fucklights you would have ended up on my leash, or maybe one of my meaner associates would have snatched you on your way home. Girls like you were born to be mindfucked into slut toys. Mmm and that’s why you’re going to make me cum and cum and cum. Because you were made for it... Yessss!“

Mistress’s words in her head liked Lady’s, and rewarded slave hannah for listening so intently and taking each one into her mind from deep between her legs. She tingled knowing that her presence should have been mariko’s, that she was a substitute because she was new and distracting.

Lady would have noticed anything different about Mariko, but everything was new about Mistress’s delivery girl. Too much for the initiative she showed to be thought of as special.

She was new. She needed breaking in. Who would complain if that meant more of her tongue?

Mistress’s laughter in her ears was too pure a sound, and the kneeling slave had to fight its soporific call to stay focused on Lady’s pussy. It was too soon to let herself fade into nothingness.

“Mmm of course you wouldn’t know that. You don’t really... Mmmm... Know anything. You’ve been programmed with things, but they aren’t things for you. You’re less than a robot. Robots at least… Ooooh... Have to obey what’s put into their heads. You think with your pussy. Mmm if I fucked you long enough, you wouldn’t even remember your Mistress...!“

Something deep inside of slave hannah snarled, but stayed silent. her pussy was a traitor, but it was Mistress’s traitor. All pleasure was from Mistress. All desire was from Mistress. All Lady could hope to do was to make Her pet more obedient.

She refrained from biting, and instead began to lap worshipfully at the woman’s clit as her fingers danced inside of her with a delicate grace that she had not felt between her own legs.

Patience.

The constant refrain. Mistress taught her patience by melting it into places that made it impossible for her to act until She deemed the moment right. It made restraining her own eagerness to do Mistress’s will orgasmic. her pussy was proud of her, and rewarded her with so much more pleasure than her mind could take.

slave hannah’s tongue didn’t stop its duties for a moment, driven by the iron will of her owner, the only owner that she would ever know.

“Mmm I’m sure you’ll tell her all of this later, and I know just the expression she’ll get. Amused... then... MMmm... Annoyed... Her eyebrow will raise in that... haughty, faux-class way she loves and then... Oooh... Then she’ll roll her eyes a-and then... Mmm she’ll sigh and shake her head, and order that blonde tramp of hers to make her forget how insulted she is by my behavior. Deliver her that message for certain.”

She nodded amidst her licking, but that voice inside of her was smiling more and more. She knew that she already had. Soon... soon...

When Lady came it brought pleasure to the kneeling slave, but not as much as the second, or the third, or when Lady had to command her to stop licking so she could breathe. She almost regretted that Mistress had not sent her as an assassin, using her tongue to make the other woman gasp for breath until the scent of her own overpowering lust was stronger than the air she could get into her lungs.

Lady was on the floor now with Mistress’s slave, twitching and shuddering as she tried in vain to steady her breathing. A sound buzzed in her ear, and slave hannah crawled over to her discarded clothes without a care of the woman she left behind.

“Where do you... mmm think you’re... not done with you yet...”

“Mistress has a reply to your message.”

Too wasted by pleasure, Lady’s eyes only opened wider in time for those four colors in their myriad of pretty shapes began to dance and twirl across her face. Red, yellow, green, blue, filling her eyes and mind while shutting off her will and enabling her mindless obedience.

Lady gasped, but had no time to move. She had no will to move, as her eyes found themselves so quickly transfixed. She looked so much more like her place on the floor was made just for her.

“Mistress is not amused with how you treat her property, or that you would disrespect her to one of her own objects. You will apologize to Mistress. You will surrender all that you are, all that you have, and all that you ever could be to Her.

“And you will tip slave hannah generously.”

27.

Renee woke up in the bath again, and took a deep slow breath to savor the floral scent that felt stained bone deep. Again, she’d slept so miserably, but the shower had been so relaxing. At least she was fairly certain that she had started her morning’s ritual standing. It was hard to be sure after she’d woken so clean and feeling so good with her body half submerged.

Sighing at herself she drained the water, waiting for the last of it to disappear down the drain. Something told her it was very important to watch every last drop disappear. It took something with it, but Renee couldn’t remember what.

Renee was learning that some things were better to let go and slide down the drain.

Her hazel eyes softened as she considered the last of the bathwater sliding away. She felt lighter, and thankful. Something she didn’t need that had been pulling her down was gone.

It didn’t give her the eight hours of sleep she’d desperately tried for, but it made their loss not as great. She smiled at the thought as she finished drying herself up, and felt even lighter still and oddly thankful for the kindness of her towel taking away those last bits of whatever the water had loosened.

Whatever it is, maybe once I lose all of that dead weight I’ll actually be able to get some sleep...

She sighed, rolling her eyes at herself. She looked into her mirror after rubbing some of the obscuring steam away and smiled. Something about her looked even more sleepy than she felt, but...

Sleepy is a good look for me. Hannah was right. Renee laughed shyly as her cheeks pinkened. She poured water over the toothpaste on her brush but hesitated before sliding it into her mouth. Maybe I could ask Hannah to try hypnotizing me again before class. A little bit of a nap couldn’t hurt, and she’s been so driven lately. Maybe I could borrow some of that...

She tried to ignore the voice that reminded her of the too vivid dreams of her roommate. She tried to ignore the voice deeper in her libido that whispered how sexy her voice had been putting Renee into trance. She tried.

And she failed.

Maybe if she hypnotized me I’d confess how I’ve been feeling for her, and then she could take the initiative. I don’t want to make things weird, especially with her maybe having something going on with Courtney, but... I’ve been so horny, and unless I think about her or her hypnosis I can’t cum.

That felt a more pressing concern as she began to brush her teeth than her lack of sleep. Hannah liked how she looked sleepy. Maybe losing that before she confessed her feelings would be a bad thing.

For the first time she could remember Renee hoped she would continue tossing and turning.

She watched herself in the mirror, white brush with small purple details disappearing deeper into her mouth before pulling back again and again and again. Something about the repetition made her feel just how sleepy she was. Something about the repeated motion of something into her mouth made her cheeks flush.

She imagined Hannah’s fingers playing a very similar rhythm down between her thighs and shuddered. It moved slower now, falling into a rhythm she’d found herself taking with her hands. It was so naughty to imagine her cleaning ritual was something that would have made her panties dirty if she were wearing any. Instead she was standing nude, her own lovely red hair still damp, watching her body react to the force of her toothbrush. She wondered if Hannah would enjoy watching her brush her teeth if it meant getting to see her breasts swaying like they did in the mirror.

I want Hannah to want me... I want Hannah to hypnotize me... I want Hannah to fuck me...

The words danced through her mind, making her eyes linger on the gentle sway of her own chest. Her gaze on the mirror had slid down, missing the glassy sheen her eyes had taken but all too aware of the way her nipples were standing as if to broadcast their presence to her roommate. They wanted Hannah, too.

I want Hannah to want me... I want Hannah to hypnotize me... I want Hannah to fuck me...

The thoughts drifted in time with the movement of her hand, slipping in as she rubbed and scrubbed away all of the built up tastes in her mouth leaving only a sweet feeling of clean. It was a clean that made her dirty lustful thoughts so much harder to ignore, like a black light bringing out all of the stains on her libido.

Renee’s sleepy eyes fluttered half shut as she rubbed harder. She wanted to rub away all of those stains. She wanted her mind to be shiny and clean. Then Hannah would want to hypnotize her.

Then Hannah would fuck her.

I want Hannah to want me... I want Hannah to hypnotize me... I... need Hannah to fuck me...

Her libido’s stains seemed less stubborn, and more like they were there just for Renee to clean. They didn’t resist or cling, or break apart into smaller messes. She rubbed, and they were gone, making the blinding light of her lust stronger.

Without those stains, ideas that had built up in her mind about things that weren’t important like what made a relationship inappropriate were gone like water down the drain. Her spit, full of soap carrying away so many silly ideas about resisting the urges that screamed so loudly from her slickest places. Hannah had won her over with her smile, with her body, and with her hypnosis. Renee knew she couldn’t resist that even before she turned on the water to rinse her sink.

I need Hannah... I need Hannah’s hypnosis... I need Hannah to fuck me...

Wherever those words came from, Renee wanted to visit. She wanted to spend the whole day driven there in the passenger seat of Hannah’s car. She wanted to be lifted in a bridal carry into that place and pinned down until her voice was gone from screaming Hannah’s name for too many hours.

Hours.

She couldn’t remember having sex that could have been said to last one, but with Hannah she could imagine it lasting for days. Maybe it could last for a whole weekend.

Renee wanted some piece of what Courtney had shared with Hannah, and she wanted it bad.

She spit the last of the toothpaste down the drain, and sighed as she watched it disappear. Her mouth tingled with the taste of clean and a gentle feeling of well being. Things felt how they should in an almost aggressive way. She was a young woman naked in her bathroom thinking about her roommate fucking her brains out. Wasn’t that what a college girl like her was supposed to be doing?

It sounded so wrong to think of it as experimentation. She didn’t want to experiment with Hannah. She wanted Hannah to give her body and mind a file system check and nibble on any bad sectors until they screamed and ruined the sheets. Renee wanted to be the experiment.

Hannah...

Renee moved into her room, savoring her smooth thighs rubbing against each other as she walked. It felt a sweet reminder that she’d remembered to shave her legs to make her body all the more appealing for her lover. For Hannah. Something made it seem impossible that Hannah would turn her down if she revealed her feelings. Something too right to question.

So she didn’t.

She reached inside of her dresser, and at first grabbed up a pair of white and blue stripped cotton panties. It tempted her with the clean warmth, but she placed them back with a shake of her head. She wanted something more. Something less.

Red lace, almost the perfect shade of red to match her hair felt so much more alluring. Gaps in the panel showed just enough to tease as it settled into place between her legs. It was more advertisement than cover. Barely enough to cover her flushed lips, it was enough to tempt Renee to tug them to the side and see how slutty it made her pussy look to be almost clothed.

She smoothed the lace back over her cleft, taking a moment to stroke it against her sensitive skin to savor its softness. It made her feel warm and weak. It made her want Hannah even more.

Instead of grabbing up any more of her clothes, she pulled on her fluffy pink terrycloth robe. It had been a gift from her mother when she moved out. It was too cute, and made her look younger. The effect changed when she tied the attached belt loose enough that the robe framed her breasts and only loosely hid away her lace.

She stepped again in front of her mirror and hooded her eyes as she took in the sight. She didn’t look young like this at all. She looked like a young woman who wanted her roommate to get a closer look.

If Hannah sees me like this, she’ll know exactly what’s going through my mind. I won’t have to say anything. I’ll just sit down and...

Renee stopped herself. She didn’t stop to hold herself back from a desire to not see more of how she imagined it would go. She didn’t stop because the fantasy felt wrong.

She stopped because there was no reason to waste time fantasizing when she knew Hannah would be there in the living room, or there still in bed. She’d sit beside her, or wake her by sitting on her bed, and everything would go from there. Renee had washed away the last worries of intimacy.

She opened up her door, and gasped when she saw Hannah sitting casually on their couch. She was still in her uniform, but Renee knew she only worked nights. She shook the thought out of her head.

Renee stepped in front of Hannah, who looked up at her with a sweetly curious smile.

“Hannah?”

“Yes, Renee?”

Hannah maintained eye contact. Renee was sure if their positions were reversed, her eyes would be on Hannah’s chest and her lips would be moving in silent prayer for the robe to fall away enough for a sight of nipple, or more. Renee shivered.

“I want you to hypnotize me.”