Slumber

Feb 2005 - 3589 words - MC, FD, FF - Inspiration for this was a silly Poser-style animated video from somewhere on the net. I liked the idea that the controller's partner was... swept along with everything.

I felt the leather of her couch beneath the thin silk of my dress, and wondered once again how Cassie had convinced me to do this. Though alone in the room, I crossed my legs self-consciously, the pale transparent fabric of my dress sliding over my thighs. I tried to suppress a shiver, wishing Cassie didn't know how much her twisted little ideas turned me on. But she did. And having that knowledge, she had power over me. My long-time friend, with her black hair like ravens' wings across her slender back, her pale and picture-perfect body wrapped in the same diaphanous mesh as mine, took the steps from the second floor slowly, one at a time, as though savouring the effect she knew each little creak of the floorboards had on me. There were her perfect legs, pronounced in their utter smooth beauty by the high-riding hem of her skirt, and there was the blood in its pounding rush through my body, making it hard to sit still. I bit my lip, tasting the waxy flavour of the gloss she'd had me apply, and tried as hard as I could not to throw myself at her feet then and there.

Cassie stood next to me, hands smoothing the short, see-through skirt over her hips. She was looking down at me and I couldn't look up. I just blushed and looked at her panties. A tiny pink ribbon on a sea of white, the folds and shadows of satin whispering promises, maddening me. I wanted to tell her to get away. I wanted to tell her to throw herself in my arms, I wanted to lean in to that soft fabric with its sweet smell and abandon myself, bury myself in animal lust. I couldn't speak.

Cassie leaned down over me, her hands light on my arms. Little hairs stood rigid from my skin in the wake of her touch. She bent over me, down and down until I was staring, trembling, into the valley between her breasts. She was free of any support, her flimsy camisole clinging by sheer friction to her bust, the sheen of light on her silky skin drawing me in... My eyes halted on a strange necklace she wore; a gold chain that plunged into hiding between those beloved curves. Sparkling gold against Cassie's heavenly skin, I somehow knew it wasn't a necklace at all. Cassie straddled me on the couch, her thighs touching mine on either side, so delightfully smooth and warm. She seemed so vulnerable there, in the moment of that touch, but then her arms wrapped lightly around my neck and she kissed my forehead.

Melting beneath her coral lips, I sank back into the leather of Cassie's couch as she pulled the pocket watch from between her breasts, seeming to exult in the feeling of the smooth, cold metal freeing her tender throat from its grasp. She held it before me, wordless, and I contemplated it, this artifact, so loaded with promise and innuendo. A shiny gold case on one side, an old-fashioned conductor's watch on the other. Two hands, both locked over the number ten, the tiny sliver of the second hand inexorable as it counted off the seconds, a steady tick-tick-tick.

Time lost some of its meaning. I heard the ticking, but that each interval was long enough for only one deep breath was lost on me. Cassie touched my hair, pulling it playfully in front of my eyes, tickling me with my own honey-coloured curls, and I was too paralyzed to protest. My arms were limp and useless in my lap, so very close to Cassie's cute little underclothes, but lacking the will to gently remove them. I watched her watch as she teasingly swung it back and forth for me, a little arc from one breast to the other, and she grinned a hideous grin like a sideshow hypnotist seducing her helpless prey.

Helplessness heightened my arousal, and arousal made me infinitely more helpless. I slumped against the couch, slack-jawed and enthralled by the diminishing motion of Cassie's bright smooth watch. Its arc disappeared as she let it simply dangle from her fingers, but I couldn't take my eyes away as it turned almost around and then back. Things seemed to move with excruciating precision; each tick of the second hand flogged my brain, until it was free of any thought but the purity of Cassie's will. My transfixed eyes caught another glimpse of her smile, and then she slowly, slowly lowered the watch. So slowly, so very slowly she lifted her now-empty fingers back to my face, and I saw the light glint off the glossy pearl of her fingernails as she snapped them, and then I was asleep.

I woke up in Cassie's lap, my head buzzing as she stroked my hair. I lay like a rag doll against her thighs, and let her voice soothe me. She told me it was almost time for Sandra to be here. I would have started, because that meant two hours had passed since she'd come down the stairs, but I lacked the energy. I simply lay there and let her stroke my hair as she outlined the plan for the evening. I knew it by heart, of course. I think Cassie just liked to hear it.

Sandra was an adorable girl, new to town, and she didn't make friends easily. Cassie had noticed her at work and had been talking about her ever since. She was painfully shy, Sandra, despite her charming beauty, and was almost desperate to meet new people. Cassie, generous soul that she was, had arranged a slumber party for just the three of us, an idea so charmingly immature that even shy little Sandra couldn't resist it. She'd confided in Cassie that she very much wanted to be friends; she found my vivacious lover too friendly and outgoing to resist. I knew just what she meant.

I was almost drifting off again, Cassie stroking my hair rhythmically, making little blonde tufts of it tickle my nose over and over again. My eyes were losing focus, and my mind felt so passive... I wondered why I never suspected Cassie of hypnotizing me. It just wasn't something I gave very much thought. The doorbell rang, and it shook me awake. I rose to a sitting position, rubbing my eyes, a little confused. Cassie patted me on the head as she rose, the pocket watch sliding down once again into her cleavage, and called me a sleepyhead as she went to answer the door. I stuck my tongue out at her retreating back and shook my head, cleaning out the cobwebs and remembering why we were here and why I was dressed in this skimpy chemise.

Cassie brought Sandra back into the living room, one arm around the shorter girl's waist. Like Cassie, Sandra had long black hair, and she was wearing it tied up with a little pink bow. Her outfit was just as cutesy, a pink tank top and black Capri pants. Her feet were bare, and, in an odd bit of coordination, her toenails painted the same pink as her top. I watched the way she curled her toes under her feet as Cassie guided her to where I stood. I looked up into her big brown eyes and just melted, smiling, letting Cassie introduce me. I was at a loss for any meaningful words. Sandra was nervous, overjoyed at the meeting. I suspected Cassie's presence was to blame; she always made me feel giddy, too. Sandra gave me a little hug, and stepped back, blushing. Cassie placed her hand on the small of Sandra's back, but she didn't seem to mind.

"It's so great to meet both of you, thanks so much for inviting me over, I didn't know, like, anyone at all in town and I really hope we can be friends!" I smiled at Sandra's bubbling enthusiasm. She was like a little puppy, eager to please. Cassie, arm around her waist, pulled her close.

"Of course, of course! We'll all be great friends, hon. Like with all our friends, we have a little slumber party. Let me show you the bedroom, come on!" Cassie swept Sandra from the room, asking me to take her overnight bags upstairs. I grabbed the sleeping bag and small suitcase and carried them up the stairs. By the time I dragged them into the bedroom, Cassie and Sandra were already sitting on the bed, Cassie pulling the bow from the other girl's hair and combing it out. Sandra looked deliriously happy.

"Cassie said she'd do my hair up just like hers! This is going to be so much fun!" I grinned helplessly at her and draped myself over the armchair, watching them. Cassie was so familiar with Sandra already, touching her face and shoulders as she teased her hair, and Sandra seemed just delighted to be touched. I was consistently amazed by the effect Cassie had on people; everyone she met was just putty in her hands. I shivered a little at the thought, warmth spreading as I imagined her slender, skillful hands tracing over my body. I lay basking in arousal as I watched the two together on the bed, crossing my hands under my arms to keep them from drifting under the hem of my nightgown.

Hours had passed since Sandra had arrived. It was now four in the morning, and we were all a little drowsy, each of us yawning at regular intervals. It turned into a little game; one of us would yawn, and the rest would be unable to resist doing the same. We were giggling over this in the helpless way you giggle when overly tired, when Cassie had us all stand up in a little triangle. She addressed Sandra. Her voice was soft, but serious.

"Sandra, we have a little tradition at these slumber parties: each of us gets to be hypnotized! It's super fun. And since you're the newest, you get to go first." Cassie smiled triumphantly, hands on her hips. Sandra's adorable eyes widened, and she seemed at a loss for words. When she spoke, her voice was very quiet, and she wouldn't look higher than Cassie's feet.

"Gee, Cassie... Uh, hypnotized? I don't think I want to do that." I looked to Cassie for her reaction. Her flawless face scrunched up in frustration, and she rolled her eyes. When she spoke again, her voice was harder.

"Well, I really thought you wanted to be part of our little group, Sandra, but if you don't want to take part..." There was a tone of finality in that unfinished sentence. Cassie let the threat hang in the air and turned her back on Sandra, crossing her arms. I looked from her to the younger girl and found Sandra looking back at me. Playing along, I crossed my arms and refused to meet Sandra's desperate gaze, instead looking at a point above the top of her head. We let her sweat for what seemed like a long while, until she finally broke down.

"But I do want to be part of your group! I want you guys as friends... I'll do it." Hearing this, Cassie turned, a wide and mischievous smile on her face. Her serious facade had vanished. Cassie's hands went to the gold chain around her throat, and up came the pocket watch from its hiding place between her breasts. She held the watch up before the wide-eyed Sandra and let it dangle in its slow arc, back and forth.

"Great! That's more like it. Don't worry, this will be fun! Now, watch the watch." On those last three words Cassie's voice slowed down and became a quiet, compelling whisper. That breathy voice made me want to close my eyes, but I found myself watching the watch instead. It was swinging now, back and forth, under Cassie's expert hand. She swept Sandra along with her slow, gentle words, telling her to relax and watch the watch, that soon she'd be hypnotized and have no worries at all. Soon she'd be in a deep hypnotic trance, and think of nothing at all. Cassie's voice was so gentle, her words were like the air currents created by the swinging watch. I could almost imagine her words coming off the shiny gold case, swimming through the air to my ears, filling my head with a hypnotic fog, putting my mind to sleep. I felt rooted to the spot, and it felt so good, unable to take my eyes off the watch, I simply followed it back and forth, until I couldn't even keep my eyes open anymore.

Cassie's arm snaked around my back and she squeezed my breast, clearing my head a bit. I was still standing, swaying a little, and my throat felt dry. Sandra was standing in front of me, facing where Cassie and her watch had been, her eyes closed. Her sweet little face was totally relaxed, and she was breathing deeply, asleep on her feet. Cassie had her hypnotized! She gave me a kiss on the cheek, and returned to Sandra's side. She stroked the long black hair, made up just like her own, and whispered in Sandra's ear. Her voice was so quiet I could hardly hear it. What I did hear made me tingle all over, and I felt all rooted to the floor again.

"Open your eyes now, Sandra dear... You're still deeply under my control." Sandra opened her eyes, wide, the rest of her face still totally relaxed. Her lips were parted, and I could hear her deep breathing. I shivered, wondering if she was really under Cassie's control like she said. It was a very pleasant thought. Cassie told Sandra to go deeper, and passed a hand back and forth in front of those wide brown eyes. She snapped her fingers in Sandra's face. There was no response, not even a blink, not a quick breath. Sandra's mind was on a plane where Cassie's voice was the only thing in the world. I longed to join her there. Cassie continued:

"You don't know who you are, or where you are, anymore. There is only my voice. Everything else is gone, completely gone. Your body is gone, your mind is gone. There is only my voice. Only my voice. My words are your world..." Cassie gestured for me to stand behind Sandra and, when I did so, she pressed her finger against the hypnotized girl's forehead until she started to fall backwards. Sandra's body stayed in a rigid, upright posture, falling into my arms like a wooden board. Her body and mind really were helplessly in Cassie's control. I felt warmth growing under my skimpy silk shift as I felt the poor girl lying entranced and rigid in my arms. Cassie leaned over and looked down into Sandra's blank, empty stare.

"Now you belong to us." She snapped her fingers, voice commanding, "Stand up!" I helped Sandra to her feet and she stood, silent. "You won't need all those clothes, now that you're our plaything. Take off your pants." Sandra unzipped her Capris and tugged them off, her expression remaining perfectly blank. I let out a little moan at the sight of her panties: they were purple, with a little pink bow right in front. She stood back up, showing off her pretty young legs. She was awaiting Cassie's next command. She would do nothing else until it came, and that made me unbelievably hot.

Cassie grinned her wickedest grin and stepped close to Sandra. She ran her fingers along the girl's bare white arms, feeling how stiff they were, how helpless beneath her touch. She tugged Sandra close, put her arms around her waist, and kissed her. The tiniest, sweetest moan escaped our hypnotized friend's lips, making me squeeze my thighs together and stare. Cassie made her strip completely and continued kissing and touching and enjoying every paralyzed inch of Sandra's adorable body. Naked, she was the picture of soft, tender innocence, and watching her and Cassie together made me more aroused then I'd ever been before. I squirmed in my flimsy dress, desperate for the friction of the silky material against my burning skin. By the time Cassie had released Sandra from her embrace, I was collapsed on the bed – my legs too trembling and weak to stand – writhing in orgasm.

The rest of the night passed in a haze of sex, Cassie practically ordering me to take advantage of the utterly helpless Sandra. I needed very little encouragement, almost delirious with arousal. Cassie's smouldering eyes were the only bit of the world in sharp focus, everything else melting into warm, muddy colours as Sandra and I squirmed and chased each other around the house, gloriously naked, delighting in the feeling of each other's hot skin. At last, finding ourselves in the bedroom, the three of us fell onto the bed and traded lazy, lustful kisses until the last of us passed out.

I woke up to find sunlight pouring through the gauzy drapes. I was wrapped in blankets and sweltering hot, and by the amount of light it must have been past noon. As I kicked at the blankets the door to the room opened and I sat up, still snarled in too much hot fabric. It was Sandra, and her eyes held the dull, blank look they had when Cassie had first stopped swinging her pocket watch; I wondered if Sandra had remained in a trance this whole time. I almost felt sorry for the poor girl, but the idea of her helplessly under Cassie's control was making me warm and fuzzy once more, and I smiled, letting the blankets fall away from my breasts, stretching the sleep from my limbs. Sandra stopped at the foot of the bed, wearing a silly, sexy French maid uniform, complete with a lacy apron and a little paper tiara. Her delicate hands held out a tray; she'd obviously been sent to serve me breakfast in bed. I couldn't help but smile, and beckoned her to my bedside. She sat obediently on the side of the bed, holding out the tray, staring past me into empty space. Empty space was, no doubt, all that Sandra had left in her pretty little head.

I ate my toast and orange juice, all the while unable to stop looking at Sandra. Her little outfit was terribly sexy, drawing my eyes from the black silk collar around her neck down to her low, low-cut blouse. The top squeezed her breasts up and out, a rather extravagant corset-bra-thing that showed her body off as though it were up for sale. In this state she was certainly a package I'd pay good money for. I blessed Cassie for providing her services for free. At last, when I'd finished my breakfast, Sandra gathered up the tray and stood, robotically asking that I follow her. I slid out of bed with some difficulty, hesitating for a moment to wonder if I should put anything on. Sandra repeated her request and started to sashay from the room, so I simply followed.

In the kitchen, Sandra put away the tray and stacked my dishes carefully for washing. I watched her teeny skirt, her adorable legs as she stretched up on tip-toes to put the tray on the shelf. She then looked over to the adjacent room, where Cassie was lying on the couch, her feet pointing away from us. I'd been too caught up in watching our mesmerized maid to even realize she was there. I walked over to the couch and knelt next to Cassie, smiling. I complimented her on breakfast and her artful presentation, but she was asleep. Or seemed asleep, as I first noticed her chest rising and falling slowly and steadily, in a sleeper's rhythm of breathing. She was still wearing the skimpy lingerie she'd chosen for us last night, and my eyes didn't want to stray from her gently swelling breasts. When they did, I bit my lip, confused; her eyes were open wide but seemed to look right through me, as though she could see her painted toenails right through my head.

"Cassie?" I said softly, waving my hand in front of her face. She didn't respond, just kept right on breathing and staring into space. I sensed Sandra behind me, and stood up, feeling a little numb.

I was lost, totally confused.

Reluctantly, I turned around. There stood Sandra, short and sweet in her sexy black uniform, a Hallowe'en present Cassie had given to me a couple years before. I suspected at the time that she might have been making a present of me for herself; she was always so clever, so in control. Now I looked into the eyes of her conquest, big pretty brown eyes that held the look of deep entrancement, a look that suggested no awareness of their surroundings. I didn't know what to say, what to think, what to do. Sandra was drawing something up from the depths of her blouse, something on a gold chain that lay snuggled between her breasts. She lifted out the big gold circle and it started to sway, to swing back and forth. I felt myself start to follow its familiar dance, my naked body less and less under my control, and I heard Sandra's innocent voice, such a little-girl voice, telling me and Cassie that turnabout was fair play...