The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Huuu… wha… yawn what… Wait. What?” Connie mumbled, blinking rapidly, shaking her head briefly as awareness returned. Her eyes widened, then narrowed as she spotted me sitting calmly across from her. “YOU!” she growled, immediately attempting to rise, to get up, to retreat from her own sitting position… only to gasp and grunt in frustration, finding that she had no control over her body. “FUCK! What is this? Why can’t I move?”

“Well, I’d think the answer was obvious,” I quipped, still sitting there calmly. “You’ve been hypnotized. I put you into a deep deep hypnotic trance, and now you are helpless to move unless I say so.”

“Bullshit!” she growled, struggling, wiggling around fitfully, trying to force her arms and legs to move, all to no avail. “You… can’t… be doing this,” she insisted, still fighting the compulsion. “I… got you… made you into… my obedient little… lapdog!”

“Yes, I recall,” I stated dryly, scowling back at her. “Which is why you are in your current position. I decided to return the favor and simply did to you what you did to me. Why else would you be sitting here with me, talking this way, completely naked?” Connie stiffened, then glanced down at herself, squeaking in alarm, only now noticing the obvious. I sighed softly. “Face it, Connie. You’re completely hypnotized, and totally in my power. Now, then, I wanted to ask you—”

“HELP! HEELLPP!” she shouted suddenly, screaming bloody murder. “BRIAN! MISSY! CINDY! SOMEONE GET IN HERE!!”

“QUIET!” I barked, cutting her off. “Stop yelling, or I will gag you,” I warned her.

“FUCK YOU!” she snapped back. “SOMEONE GET IN HERE NOW! I NEED HELP—”

“Gag number one,” I grunted, scowling. I then sat back, having the satisfaction of watching Connie’s reaction, as well as seeing the carefully scripted suggestion I’d placed inside her mind take effect. Moving seemingly of its own volition, her right hand moved, reaching down to the floor, and grabbed a pair of panties, and before Connie even realized what was happening, she stuffed them inside her own mouth.

“MMMPPHHH!! MPPH! MPPH! MMNNPPHMNNHPPHHH!!” she mumbled, shaking her head briskly. I chuckled aloud, enjoying the moment far more than I probably should have.

“Well, I did warn you,” I told her after she finally calmed down. “So, I guess that proves my point, that you are indeed my obedient puppet. Either that or you really enjoy the taste of your own used panties,” I quipped, only to be met with another round of angry mumbling and head shaking. “Okay, okay… I’ll let you take out your gag if you can promise to stay quiet and respectful as we talk. Yelling for help won’t do you any good anyway—if it wasn’t immediately obvious, I put Velma and the others into a deep restful trance before I hypnotized you, so none of them will be responding to you or coming to your aid.” I gave her a moment to let that sink in, then I gestured for her to remove her gag, which she gladly did.

“How the hell did you do this?” she demanded a moment later. “When I hypnotized you, I made you weak and compliant. You should have just gone along with anything that happened, accepted whatever bullshit we did to you, and not even questioned why. How did you even figure out that you’d been hypnotized?”

I smirked at that. “Frankly, that was your own fault,” I informed her. “You wanted me to suffer… so you made it so that I realized that something was wrong… just not what. You made it so that I recalled how things were previously, with the girls and I all getting along… then suddenly, overnight, everyone hated my guts.” I shook my head. “Yeah, you screwed up my head pretty good, and I was going crazy trying to figure out why my friends were suddenly treating me like shit. But at the same time, the inconsistencies in their behavior and my own made it clear that something strange had happened to us.”

To be fair, while her technique had been a bit sloppy, on the basic points, she’d done exactly what she’d wanted to do. Even knowing something was wrong with the way we were all acting, I would have never put together the idea that Connie had hypnotized everyone, that we were all dancing to her sadistic little tune like puppets on a string. The one saving grace had been my own regiment of occasionally using self-hypnosis to clear my mind and center myself. Putting myself into a guided trance and forcing myself to what had happened that night had proved to be my salvation… and Connie’s downfall.

“At any rate,” I continued aloud, “once I realized what you had done, I managed to break free of your commands, and then put my own little plan into action,” I smirked. “And yes, I used your own strategy against you. It was my idea to get everyone nice and liquored up, after all,” I reminded her. “And after you and the others retired to the bedroom for your own private little orgy,” I said with a scowl, “I waited until you’d all ed out from exhaustion and too much booze… then took advantage of your vulnerable state to put you under hypnosis.”

Connie scowled at me. “Clever. Very clever. I’d say I was impressed… except you just itted to copying me. Too much of a dumbass to think up your own scheme, huh?”

“If it’s not broken, don’t fix it,” I replied blandly. “At any rate, I have to it. I am curious. What was the point of all of this, anyway? What was your endgame? I when our roles were reversed you threatened to make the girls sever all with me once we left here… that Velma and Cindy wouldn’t connect to me online anymore. Why? What the hell did I ever do to you to piss you off so much? Why single me out as the focus of all your hate?”

Smiling smugly, Connie twisted her lips in derision. “Who better to focus on than a fuckin’ perverted wanna-be know-it-all Dominant with delusions of grandeur?” she spat. “The entire time we’ve been here, you’ve been waltzing around like you’re so great, like you’re so wise and smart and handsome and perfect… like your own shit don’t stink!” She flipped her head to the side. “You made me sick. So fuck YES I wanted to take you down a peg or two, or ten! I wanted to put you in your place, and show you and everyone else the truth—that you’re nothing more than a fucking perverted loser!”

Bristled, I scowled right back at her. “Gag number two,” I muttered, causing her eyes to go wide. Her protests were cut off as she obediently stuffed her mouth with a different pair of panties this time. “I guess you forgot the part about being civil and respectful,” I stated after a moment. “Assuming you can how to have an actual conversation, I’ll let you remove your gag and we can continue. Just so you know,” I cautioned, “each time I give the gag command, it escalates. And the next time it won’t be Cindy’s panties in your mouth, it’ll be Brian’s.” Her eyes widened. “And, if you STILL didn’t learn your lesson after that, you’ll end up with MY underwear stuffed inside your mouth. Got it?” She nodded intently, apparently getting the message.

After allowing her to remove her gag once again, I sat there for a moment in contemplation, allowing her to glare hateful daggers in my direction. She’d made her stance pretty clear—that she was, simply put, a sadistic vindictive man-hating bitch. She’d carried a chip on her shoulder against me from the moment she’d first walked into the house, put off by everything I said or did, no matter how much courtesy I showed her. And the fact that I had suffered undue ridicule and humiliation at her hands for no apparent reason beyond my gender frankly pissed me off. I really wanted to pay her back a measure of the pain she’d dealt out to me. Luckily, she just happened to be deeply under hypnotic conditioning, and obedient to whatever devious commands my twisted little mind could come up with.

So, I decided to have a bit of fun with Miss Connie. Staring her down, I flashed her a cheerful smile. “So, Connie, I was curious. If you hate and despise me so much, why did you come up with the idea of me having sex with Cindy and Missy?” I asked her pointedly. “It seems to me that that would have been the very LAST thing you wanted to happen.”

The girl’s expression darkened, and she gritted her teeth, hands clenching into fists at her sides. “You’re damned right it was the last thing I wanted to happen,” she grunted. “And for the record, it wasn’t MY idea, it was Missy’s. I just decided to go along with it.” She sighed, shaking her head and glancing away. “But I miscalculated. Missy has never been with a guy before, but Cindy has. And she has gone on and on in great detail about how bad it was, how she received no pleasure from the experience at all.” She glanced back up at me. “And then she mentioned you… and the fact that you yourself had been a damned virgin until the week before when Velma finally punched your V card.” Her smirk returned briefly. “I thought letting you have sex with them would prove my point—that men are terrible and selfish lovers who don’t know how to give a woman what she needs. That you, an inexperienced virgin so full of himself, would end up being such a disappointment that neither of my girls would even think about having sex with a guy ever again.”

I bristled again. “Uh-huh. And in the process, knock me off my own pedestal and show the girls that I wasn’t such ‘hot stuff’, right? To show that good ol’ Jax really was nothing more than a bunch of hot air.” She chuckled at that, apparently enjoying the look on my face.

“Very perceptive,” she remarked. “That was the idea, exactly. Two birds with one stone.” She sighed then. “But… it turned out that you were fuckin’ better than I could have predicted. Velma apparently taught you pretty damn well how to please a woman.”

That much was true enough. The spunky little woman was nothing if not a talented teacher. To this day, I sometimes think back on my first time with her, lasting a grand total of about three minutes and thirty seconds, mostly with me fumbling around, just trying to find the right hole. Instead of laughing, chiding me, or insulting my ineptitude, she gave me encouragement and confidence, showed me what to do, and how she liked to be touched and held and stroked. She taught me the art of lovemaking far better than any volume of the Karma Sutra could have. But most of all, she taught me the psychology behind the act, the big secret that not many have figured out—that prioritizing your partner’s pleasure, making sure they have the best possible experience, only makes your own experience better. And having your partner reciprocate leads to be best outcome of all—a mutually fantastic experience for both parties.

It was obviously a concept foreign to Connie, however, who I immediately pegged as a completely selfish lover. Still, I couldn’t help but egg her on about the fact. “So, your plan backfired,” I stated, taunting her. “Apparently your two girlfriends enjoyed time with me much more than they did with you.” She growled, hands clenching again, visibly biting her tongue to keep from lashing out at me. Not wanting to be gagged again. “And you,” I continued, brazenly looking her naked form over, “for all your big talk that night, you yourself were too much of a chickenshit to even try it yourself.” She gasped, shuddering as I placed a hand on her knee. “Funny. You didn’t seem to mind having Brian attend to your ‘needs’ as long as he was completely under your control. But the very idea of me touching you of my own volition scares you shitless.”

“I’m... I’m not afraid!” she snapped, teeth gritted, still trying to make her leg pull away from my grasp. “I’m disgusted and creeped out, that’s all!” I raised an eyebrow at that.

“Ah, yes, that’s right,” I mused aloud, withdrawing my hand. “You consider me a pervert. A deviant. Because of my foot fetish,” I added, placing my hands idly on her ankles, feeling her stiffen again. “Yet I seem to recall very clearly how much YOU enjoyed having me worshipping your narrow slender peds, forcing me to lick and suck on your toes while you sat around gloating like the queen of your own castle.” I chuckled softly, taking hold of her ankles, unfolding her legs, and placing her feet into my lap. “So I have to wonder now… if perhaps YOU’RE the one with the foot fetish, that you’re just too ashamed to it it out loud.”

“NO! NO!” she yelled, pulling and straining again, managing only to lightly wiggle and flex her feet and wiggle her toes for all of her effort. “Let me go! Don’t touch my feet, you… you… sicko!”

“My my,” I retorted, making a show of cracking my knuckles. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much. And I do use the term ‘lady’ very loosely.” I quipped. “Still, you seem a bit upset. But don’t worry… I know how to put a smile on that face of yours!” That said, I curled my fingers and without warning, began raking them up and down the long slender expanse of Connie’s pale pink soles.

“NNNNOOOOOOOO!!! BWWWAAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAAA!” she screeched, cackling like a lunatic, throwing her head back as her body wiggled and jiggled, writhing in her helpless hypnotic paralysis, unable to fight or flee, forced simply to endure the insidious tickling I was dealing out. I must it, my own grin was nearly as wide as hers, enjoying the utter HELL out of making the poor girl scream and cry and laugh herself silly. I have never been one for hurting others or causing pain… something my online pain-slut, reage, was constantly on my case about. But just because I wasn’t into pain didn’t mean I didn’t occasionally take sheer delight in dealing out just punishment when it was called for.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!” she yelled laughing loudly. “STAAHAHAHAPP TIIIHHEHEHEHEHHECCKKLLINNG MEEHEHEHEHHEEE!!!”

“What’s wrong? Am I being too hard on you?” I asked her mockingly. “I suppose I could make things a tiny bit easier,” I added, slowly down my assault a bit, giving her a chance to recover somewhat, “besides… I seem to recall what it is that you really enjoy.” Still smirking devilishly, taking advantage of her weakened state, l lifted her left foot up to my lips and began a slow sensuous licking.

Connie’s tear-streaked eyes popped open wide, her brain ing the new sensation. “Waaahahahahahahaattt? Naahahahahahahahahaaa! Naahahahahahattt wiihhehehehehehithhh theehehehehehehe liiiiccckinggg!” she complained, her toes flexing and wiggling, curling and spreading in reflex from the assault of my hot raspy tongue scraping along her sensitive skin. I’d had a sneaking suspicion that the girl enjoyed having her bare feet worshipped far more than she let on. Indeed, I would imagine that part of her disdain towards me and my own foot fetish stemmed from HER foot fetish and her own unresolved feelings of guilt and shame about it. Regardless, I continued licking and slurping all along her sole, from the plush heels to her long high arches, to her gently curved instep, along the outer edge and back around to the plump squishy balls of her feet. Her toes I left alone, for the moment, not wanting to go directly for the kill shot, though I did randomly tease her with ‘accidental’ licks along the undercurl now and again, making her squeal and shriek in startled hilarity.

All too soon, my expected response came, as her laughter slowly morphed, changing from nonstop staccato peals of laughter to soft giggles and sighs intermingled with seductive moans and groans. The softer more teasing tickling was turning her on, and though it still tickled more than she would have liked, her body was responding independently of her wishes. Her legs, still mostly frozen, were noticeably flexing and releasing, her thighs rubbing against each other with the tiny bit of movement allowed. I could tell by her face that she realized what was happening as well, and she was biting her lip, fighting it, trying hard not to give in.

She obviously wanted to tell me to stop, to beg me not to make her cum. But her pride wouldn’t let her stoop so low as to beg. Order? Yes. Demand? Certainly. But beg? Oh no… she’d apparently rather die than let herself be seen as soft by me. The fact that I’d already won our little battle of wills before it had even begun was not even a consideration. Besides… at this point, I wouldn’t have stopped even if she HAD begged me to.

Indeed, I took great delight in lifting her right foot just a bit higher, holding it gently but firmly by the ankle, and sliding her barely wiggling toes into my mouth, sucking on them deep and hard. Connie’s eyes rolled back into her head and her laughter died, her breath catching momentarily before she exhaled a deep hissing moan as a series of shudders began to overtake her. My finely-honed senses also detected the very distinct scent of female arousal, accompanied by the visual increase of female ejaculate about and around her inner thighs, and the thin course bush around her pussy. In other words… dear Connie had just had herself a powerfully explosive cum.

“Ooooh! Seems like the naughty little foot slut REALLY likes having her toes sucked,” I taunted her, grinning like the freaking Joker. “Guess I should give the lady more of what she wants,” I added, moving to her other foot, sucking deeply on those toes as well, driving her to another hard and satisfying orgasm.

So… full disclosure? I may have… slightly, stacked the deck in my favor, by inserting a hypnotic suggestion that Constance would find having her feet worshipped to be highly erotic and that having her toes sucked would push her into climax. I mean, not that it was really necessary. She’d proven multiple times already that she got off on having her feet played with. Still, I hadn’t wanted to leave anything to chance, particularly considering her overall feelings towards me. So I merely pushed her a bit in the direction she was already headed.

I gave her two more dynamic send-offs before finally relenting, leaving her a sighing, panting, brain-fuzzed and smiling mess. I’d hazard to say that by the end she’d likely have forgotten that I was the ‘bad guy’, that she was supposed to be resisting and fighting what I was doing to her… or even what her own name was. Of course, I was no philanthropist. I hadn’t sent her on an all-expenses paid trip to the ‘Magic Kingdom’ out of the goodness of my heart.

“Well,” I said gently, lowering her legs back down into my lap, “now that you’ve had your fun, I think it’s about time for you to reciprocate.” Connie blinked, her eyes regaining their focus, the blissful smile fading as she processed my words. “After all, it’s only fair, right? I helped you cum,” I stated, my hands gripping my cock, which had been at full readiness the entire time, “so it’s really only natural that you… return the favor.”

“N-no, no,” she muttered, face twisted in obvious dread. “You… you wouldn’t,” she said. “Not… like this… with me helpless… unable to move—”

“What? Fuck you?” I asked, aghast. “Um, no. Not even a consideration! Hey, I know you have a low opinion of me and all… but you’ve made your feelings about having sex with me, or any man, for that matter, abundantly clear! No means no, after all… and I only have sex with someone with their full consent.”

“Okay,” Connie remarked, looking relieved. “Then… what did you have in mind?”

“Now, now, don’t be coy,” I chided her gently. “You might be a firmly committed lesbian, but I know you still know how to handle one of these,” I stated, gesturing to my manhood. “I talked with Brian, and he mentioned that you jerked him off as part of his… conditioning… when you first hypnotized him.” Connie’s face went beet red, and she glanced away, unable to meet my gaze. I sighed, tapping her feet idly, regaining her attention. “But I thought we could do something a bit… different.” She glanced at me confused before blinking in shock, as I pressed her feet together slightly, rubbing them gently together.

“A ‘footjob’, huh?” she mused, smirking, shaking her head ruefully. “how will this even work? I can’t move on my own, ?”

“Oh, that?” I replied, smirking. “You have my permission to move freely… as long as you continue to behave yourself. Try anything stupid and you’ll go back to being a statue. Does that work for you?”

“Right, I should have guessed,” she muttered, sounding resigned. “Well, I would say something about you being a disgusting perverted foot freak… but I don’t want used underwear stuffed in my mouth again.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes at her backhanded comment. “Yes, well, apparently you CAN learn new concepts and ideas after all.” Getting up briefly, I grabbed a small bottle of lube from the counter, then sat back down across from her again. He held it out to her, and after a moment, she took it.

“So,” she stated pointedly, “you won’t rape me by fucking me against my will, but you’re perfectly okay with forcing me to give you a footjob I don’t want to do?”

“You’re free to refuse me,” I replied with a shrug. “But you ARE still my hypnotized slave right now, helpless and obedient, so I would just have to find some other way to amuse myself with you… maybe tickling those sensitive feet of yours again—”

“NO! No, no, it’s… it’s fine,” she muttered, shaking her head, before biting her lip. “I’m… not sure exactly how to do this,” she itted. A few instructions from me, however, and we were set. I let out a soft sigh as she began to stroke me, her lubed-up soles pressed firmly against my cock, sliding up and down in a steady rhythm. I let out another sigh, a small smile creasing my lips… which of course, she noticed.

“Hmmm, you like this, huh?” she murmured, panting softly as well. “It figures… naughty little footboy getting off on having her cock rubbed like this…” She grunted, and I glanced up, eyebrow-raising as I noticed her hands being very active between her thighs. I chuckled but said nothing. Apparently, I wasn’t the ONLY one getting off on what was happening, though I was sure in her case, it was more about the power exchange, the knowledge that she was the one controlling my arousal, that even though I had her on a short leash, for the moment SHE had all the power.

“Yeah, yeah,” she murmured, eyes half-lidded, rubbing her clit idly with her thumb as her fingers worked relentlessly in and out of her pussy, even as her feet slid seamlessly up and down my tightly clutched cock. “You like that, don’t you? Like the feeling of my hot sexy feet on your prick? Hahaha… fucking a prick’s prick,” she giggled sexily, sighing and moaning again. “Yeah… you love this, doncha? Big man… using me… Nnnngghh… using my hot sexy soles… nnnhggh… to get off… ffuuccck… making me… uhh… uhhh… fuck that hard… thick… heavy… cock… until you… oohhh gaawdd… oohhh gaawwdd… CUUMMM!!” she ended with a scream, immediately clamping down on my manhood as she climaxed, her toes clenching reflexively around the crown of my dick.

“Uggggghhhhhh!!” I grunted, cumming along with her, the degrading talk doing little for me, but easily overbalanced by the delicious sensations and the sensual tones she belted out as she succumbed to her own seduction. Drawing back, we both sat there, panting, basking in the moment, and acting on a whim, I spoke her trigger, sending her back into a deep hypnotic trance again.

“Connie… you listen and obey. You will answer my questions honestly. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master. I will obey. I will answer truthfully,” she replied in the usual flat monotone.

Nodding, I proceeded to question her, asking her pointedly about why she hated me so much. Her answer actually surprised me, though, in hindsight, it actually made a lot of sense. Under compulsion, she related that she did not, actually, hate me. That if anything, she was jealous of me… jealous of the love and iration Cindy had shown me, and the quick way I had become close to Missy in such a short time. Further questioning revealed that she did have a hatred of men, in general, and that despite her gruff aloof exterior, she was deeply insecure and self-conscious. She told him about her history and her school days; when she’d first hit puberty, she hadn’t developed as much as the other girls, still looking rather boyish. When she’d taken the plunge and asked out a boy named Luke whom she’d had a crush on, he’d laughed, embarrassing her in front of half of the school body, calling her a she-male. The insult and the laughter of those around her had affected her deeply.

It was then that she began adopting her more selfish and conceited personality, acting more confident and self-assured despite not feeling that way. ‘Fake it ‘til you make it’ became a strategy, one that actually worked well for her. When indeed she did actually start to physically bloom and started attracting the attention of young boys, she took great delight in shutting them down, even going so far as to flaunt herself sexually, teasing them all with what they could never have. Women, on the other hand, she relished deeply, finding that she very much appreciated the gentler sex, that they did more for her than any man ever had. When she first entered high school, she met a young woman named Emily, a girl that she instantly clicked with. Emily, who had come out a year before, found a kindred spirit in Connie, and the two of them soon became friends, then close friends… then lovers.

Alas, the pain and hurt within her heart from her rejection and humiliation years before had hardened her. As much as she loved Emily, a strong part of her yearned to control their relationship completely, to make sure that Emily never hurt her the way Luke had. The more she’d pushed, the more Emily had pushed back, loving her but wanting to retain her own freedom. Things had come to a head, and after a horrific fight in which terrible things were said between them, Emily left. That loss had devastated her but had only convinced her all the more that the only way to achieve true happiness was to control her lovers absolutely, to dominate them completely and utterly, so that they would never reject her in any way ever again.

It was kind of heartbreaking, really. And I now understood her a whole lot better. She was a bitch… an arrogant, mouthy, inconsiderate man-hating bitch. BUT… I could understand why. Behind the prickly exterior, she was a hurt, lonely girl, who wanted to be loved and going about it in the wrong way. Suddenly, all my plans of getting revenge on her, of tormenting and humiliating her for the rest of this trip went up in smoke. I mean… I’m not a total asshole. Yeah, I was still moderately pissed at her. But after hearing her sob story, I didn’t really have the heart to fuck with her.

Sighing inwardly, I decided to finish things up. “Okay, listen closely Connie. When I snap my fingers, you will stand up, and go back to your bed, and fall back to normal sleep for the rest of the night. When you wake up, you’ll everything that happened tonight, including me hypnotizing you… but not the specifics of what happened while you were hypnotized.”

I nodded to myself at that. I had made a number of small changes, and set up a few triggers in her head, just in case she decided to revert back to her normal evil self. Mostly, I’d erased the memory of the hypnotic triggers she’d given the others, making her think the trigger word was ‘chickenshit’. Mostly for the hilarity factor if she actually tried to use it.

“You will also recall, however, that I have freed everyone from your hypnotic control,” I continued, “and that they will what you made them do.” That much I was very comfortable with. They would likely be extremely pissed at her, but after what she’d done, she didn’t deserve to get off Scot-free. Yeah, I’d also hypnotized them all at one point or another… but other than Connie, they’d all been fully consensual. If she was smart, she’d drop to her knees and apologize to everyone as soon as she woke up.

Speaking of which… I yawned deeply, glancing down at my watch, and sighed. It was getting late. Hell, I’d started this little adventure during the wee hours of the morning anyway. Deciding that I was done, I snapped my fingers, releasing Connie back to her bed, then left the room, heading out to my own, crawling in bed next to Velma, and having a well-deserved rest.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

I jerked awake, groaning softly. A quick glance at the wall clock revealed it was around nine in the morning, a normal enough time to be up and about only if you HADN’T stayed up until nearly four am the previous night. Normally, I would have rolled over and pulled the pillow over my head, and tried to go back to sleep… but the words shouted out ed in my head enough to discern what was happening, so I decided it was worth the time and effort to get up. Dressing quickly, I walked out of the room to about the situation I’d expected.

Connie was standing in the kitchen surrounded by the four other, rather upset, of the household. Her left cheek was rather red and swollen, I noted, and it didn’t take a detective to guess the reason why. “You unbelievable little shit!” Cindy continued, glaring at her, hands clenched tightly at her sides. “How the FUCK could you do this to us? To everyone? Mind control? Brainwashing? Turning us all into your obedient little lap dogs?!?”

“I… I can explain,” Connie began, tearfully, only to get cut off again.

“Save it, Connie!” Missy snapped, arms crossed at her chest. “We don’t want to hear it! There’s no excuse for what you did to us… all of us!” She sighed shaking her head. “You… you violated our trust!” Connie swallowed painfully, tears starting to run down her cheeks.

“Hey, hey, guys, calm down, willya?” I said, stepping up, causing everyone to turn and look at me. “So… I guess you’re all back to normal now, huh?” I said, looking from face to face. I noticed that the anger prevalent on their faces gave way to embarrassment and shame as I stared at each one, and they all glanced away. I sighed softly. “Hey… it’s okay,” I continued. “It wasn’t your fault. I don’t blame you guys for acting that way towards me before. So no need for you all to feel guilty.”

“You’re right, Darlin’,” Velma replied, scowling, turning back to glare at Connie again. “WE don’t have anything to feel guilty for—she does! She is the one that made us treat you that way!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, Velma,” I replied, coming up to grasp her shoulder, and squeezing it gently. “I’m the one who freed you all from her hypnosis after all.” I sighed heavily, shaking my head. “But… still. Can you guys cut her a break?” That got everyone’s attention, and they all whirled around to stare at me in shock, including Connie. “Yeah, I know… surprising coming from me, isn’t it? But she and I had a long long talk last night after I undid her brainwashing… and I figured out why she went postal on everyone.”

“Jealousy,” Missy replied, still scowling. “She was jealous of you, Jax. Jealous of how much time Cindy and I were spending with you. So she did all of this to ruin things, and make us hate you…”

I couldn’t help but wince slightly at the reminder. “Y-yeah, that’s true,” I conceded, “but it was more than just the green-eyed monster. Deep down, Connie was afraid,” I stated, causing Cindy and Missy to blink in surprise. “She was afraid of losing you both. And, well… I could kind of understand how she felt that way. I mean, Cindy… you DID kind of just decide to drive down here to spend time with me on the spur of the moment,” I pointed out. “And Connie told me how much time you spend online chatting, and how you go on and on about your best friend Jax. And Missy? You’re a sweet and lovable young woman, and very outgoing. And we did hit it off very well. You’re very bold and playful and flirty…” Missy blushed, glancing down. “So yes, I can understand her feeling threatened by me.”

“Um, yeah, well, that may be,” she replied, “but that still doesn’t give her the right to try and brainwash us all—”

“Did she go overboard and abuse everyone’s trust? Yes,” I stated firmly. “Did she cross the line with everyone here? Absolutely.” Connie sighed, hanging her head. “But… does she deserve to be forgiven for what she did?” I turned to look at her. “Again… the answer is yes.” Connie’s head snapped back up in surprise. “Like I said… she made a mistake. From her point of view, this dazzling, handsome, well-spoken man,” I said with a smirk, “came up out of nowhere and charmed the two women she loved most in the world. More than that, he demonstrated that he was a hypnotist, and each of you, willingly, let him hypnotize you. Proving he could indeed mind-control you all into doing whatever he wanted if he so chose.” I shook my head at that. “Not that I ever would, mind you. Consensual is my middle name! But… she had no way of knowing that. So… she reacted irrationally, used what I’d demonstrated earlier to her advantage, and hypnotized you all when you were vulnerable.”

I walked around behind Connie and placed my hands on her shoulders. “Frankly, I think she does deserve to make up for her mistake. But she also deserves forgiveness. We all make mistakes. And hers was made out of desperation, fearing I was taking away the women she loved.” I shrugged. “Of everyone here, I was treated the worst—” Brian coughed, clearing his throat loudly. “Er… ONE of the worst,” I amended slightly, “but if I can forgive her, then certainly the rest of you can.”

With that, I continued on to the kitchen counter and grabbed a box of cereal. The others began talking, discussing the matter at length, but I mostly tuned them out. It was still early, and I was sleepy, but I’d done my good deed for the day. Pouring myself a nutritious bowl of Raisin Bran, I made my way to the living room, sat down, and ate my breakfast.

Thankfully the negotiations were short and sweet. Connie did, indeed apologize to everyone sincerely, and promised to make it up to them, and they all forgave her. Brian, in particular, was keen to head out, wanting to make the trip back home and see if he still had a job waiting for him. He left shortly after breakfast, already packed and ready to go. Velma, likewise, was satisfied with her apology, keen to put the matter behind her. She was much more interested in making it up to me for how cold she’d acted, despite my many assurances that it was okay. Of course, she DID also enjoy somewhat having Connie make it up to her by giving the sexy older gal a bit of foot worship as we watched TV later.

Sadly, Missy and Cindy were the hardest to placate. Cindy had been rightfully pissed, and Missy was simply disappointed. My words on Connie’s behalf did help mollify them, however, after a long and lengthy talk where she finally told them both about her true feelings, they did finally reconcile. And after a nice relaxing dinner that evening, we all retired back to our bedrooms. I was drying myself off from my shower when I noticed some familiar sounds coming through the wall next door. Drying off, I chuckled aloud, making my way back into the bedroom.

“Hmm? What’s so funny, darlin’?”

“Just heard the girls in the other room,” I replied, gesturing back with my thumb. “And it sounds like they’ve forgiven Connie. They are definitely ‘making up’,” I quipped, chuckling again, and after getting the joke, Velma laughed as well.

“I’m thinking maybe they have the right idea,” she murmured softly, snuggling up against me. “Jax… I know I said it before… but I really am sorry for how I treated you.”

“Velma, please,” I said, wearily. “I told you before, you don’t have to keep apologizing to mee-uummph!”

She smirked, silencing me with a kiss that turned hot and heavy in a matter of moments. “Yeah, I know,” she said in a sultry tone, slowly slinking across the bed to straddle me. “But I still think I need to… make it up to you. And I know of one sure-fire way to show my appreciation to you.” Chuckling again, I simply sighed and lay back, letting my lover do exactly that.