The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

There was just something about Stephanie. She’d always been a fascinating blend of quiet dignity, refined words, and down-to-earth sensibilities. I’d wanted to be more like her ever since we met, in our very first lecture for Intro to Psychology. These days, though, it was like she had a whole new lease on life. She was much more outgoing, completely unflappable, and she sometimes had this look in her eye like she could get you to do anything for her, and she knew it. Watching that happen in real time was dazzling, mesmerising even. She walked through this place like she owned it.

The place in question happened to be a raucous college party, the kind with music that went doomf-doomf-doomf, and punch that was arranged with all fruit, no thought. And of course, a sleazebag hitting on you at every turn.

This was not my scene, at all. I sighed heavily and wondered what uni life was like before everyone decided they wanted to be American about it. Stephanie, navigating smoothly between two drunken louts despite her heels, set our drinks down in front of me. Just water for both of us.

“You wanna tell me why you dragged me out here?” I said. It was obvious that neither of us was into this.

Stephanie waited until the music reached a less ear-splitting level, then leaned forward and said quietly, “I’m on what you might call a secret mission, and I need your help for it.”

“Oh?” Well that was a good way to get me curious.

She gestured to the people around us. “Pick a man from this crowd, Lucy, someone you wouldn’t mind going home with, and I’ll show you.”

I blinked, taken aback. “Stephanie, is this… are you asking me for a threesome??” There was no other way to interpret that, right? “I know uni is a time for experimenting and whatever, but—”

She laughed, “There’s… an element of threesome to my plan, if that’s alright with you, but it’s mostly just a ruse to get what I really want.”

“Okaaaay, and what’s that?” I asked, leaving the thoughts about whether I’d be alright with it to deal with later.

Stephanie’s eyes sparkled. “I should tell you now,” she said, “my actual plan sounds crazy on its face, so I first need you to promise you’ll try to believe me. Everything I’m telling you is true.”

“Uhh, okay, fine,” I racked my brains, wondering what the hell kind of party scheme would provoke that kind of disclaimer. “I believe whatever you’re about to say, and if this does turn out to be a prank or something, we can agree that I’ll kick your arse tomorrow?”

“Agreed,” she said.

I knew it wouldn’t come to that. She wasn’t the pranking type. If she was telling me something, then she believed it.

“Go on, pick someone,” she prodded.

Right, right. My eyes scanned the room. It was like a minefield trying to find a cute guy in this crowd. Any of them could be an asshole under the surface.

“Tttthat one,” I said finally, pointing to a guy who was hunched over, by himself, at what ed for the bar. A loner in a sea of extroverts.

“Ah,” Stephanie raised an eyebrow, “gentlewomen prefer blonds?”

“Shut up,” I grinned, “he’s not actively being a dick to anyone right now, and he looks like he’d rather get out of here.”

“Hmm, you’re right,” she acknowledged, “he should be very easy to persuade.”

“And what’s the plan once we get him alone?” I asked.

Stephanie leaned forward conspiratorially. I couldn’t help noticing how close that brought her face to mine. Instinctively, I leaned into her as well. How did she do that?! It was like she had an aura around her, compelling me, drawing me in. I wished I could do that to people.

“We’re going to hypnotise him,” she explained in a low voice, “using a special technique I’ve discovered.”

Ever so slowly, not helped by Stephanie being right there in my personal space, I digested that information. She was right, it did sound ridiculous on its face, but… this was Stephanie we were talking about.

“Sssure,” I said finally. “How does it work?”

“You’ve kissed a boy before, I assume?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you ever notice a faraway look in his eyes, like he’d do anything for you in that moment?”

If I thought about it enough, I could . “I guess so.”

“The truth is,” she said, “that effect is real, and more powerful than anyone thinks. It can be used to make him follow simple instructions, or if you’re canny enough, to hypnotise him.”

It involved kissing, too?! That was so unfair! I probably should have seen it coming, given the context, but that didn’t make it any easier to ignore how Stephanie was so close, her lips were literally right there, and she was talking about kissing.

“Uh…huh,” I said as calmly as I could manage, “so, what do you need me for?”

“Well, I know I can do it,” she grinned. “I want to see if you can do it too.”

“Ahh, so by ‘an element of threesome’, you mean I’m kissing him, and you’re… what, helping me out? Providing moral ?”

“Something like that, yes.”

I wasn’t sure what to do with the pang of disappointment that flared inside me, so I quashed it and focused on asking the questions that were piling up at an alarming rate.

“You’ve done it before? Like, hypnotised a guy by kissing him?”

“Of course!” Stephanie gave me a look of mock hurt. “To quite a few men now. I would never have come to you with this if I wasn’t sure it was real.”

I held up my hands. “Wait waitwaitwait… is this why you broke up with Ioan out of nowhere??”

The smile dropped a little from her face, and she nodded slightly.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry-

“Don’t be,” she said shortly, “We’re okay. We just can’t be together while I’m working on my theory.”

“Right,” I nodded, “I guess that makes sense. Is it like, magic then?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

“How do you tell the difference between a magic kiss and a regular one?”

“As far as I can tell, a ‘magic’ kiss will drive his brain to complete distraction, allowing you to by his critical thinking faculties, but it only works if he’s feeling complete pleasure, no discomfort. Even an overly tight embrace will dampen the effect a lot.”

“Right, but apart from that it’s… just a regular kiss?”

“That’s the idea.”

I blinked. “Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out. Let’s go get our man.”

Stephanie and I fist-bumped. Then she adjusted her dress, a long and flowing red number that, in this crowd, made her look like a goddess among mortals. Her already-prominent cleavage became even harder to look away from. I got the idea, and tried to do the same, albeit I had a dark grey tank top that could be considered low-cut if you pulled it down hard enough. It was nowhere near the same thing, but it was better than nothing.

“How do I look?” she said, standing up and allowing me to see her whole body. God, I wished I could pull off a dress like that.

“Gorgeous,” I breathed. Oops, that didn’t come out quite how I intended. “Uh, how about me?”

Stephanie’s eyes roamed over me, and I felt curiously self-conscious, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I hoped she would think I was as gorgeous as she was. Come on, Lucy, you can compete with a dress, no matter who’s wearing it.

“Utterly irresistible,” she declared, a mischievous glint in her eye.

The butterflies did not settle. “Great!” I blurted. “Let’s do this!”

“Ohmygod, it’s so loud in here!” I said, sidling up to the hunched-over blond boy. “How are you even supposed to talk to people?!”

“I can barely hear myself think,” Stephanie agreed, ing in on his other side.

The guy shook himself out of his stupor, sizing us up. A pair of brunettes who actually wanted to talk to him.

“Um, yeah, it’s not great, is it?” he said bashfully.

“You look like you’d rather be somewhere quieter,” Stephanie observed.

“Yeah!” I added. “You came all the way here just to sit by yourself?”

“It’s fine,” he said in a way that was clearly not fine, “I’m here to look out for my roommate. That’s him over there.”

He turned, gesturing into the crowd. Almost on cue, one of the more raucous partygoers held up a can of beer and yelled “Woooo! Yeeeeaahh!” for no particular reason.

“He looks like he’s having fun,” Stephanie commented dryly.

“Seems a little unfair on you,” I added, nudging his shoulder. “You get to sit here and watch him have a good time? Isn’t there something else you’d rather be doing?”

Oh god, that was so slutty of me. Something else you’d rather be doing?! I mean, seriously-

Aaand it flew right over his head. He shook his head and mumbled, “Yeah, but he’s definitely gonna need my help to get back to our dorm.”

Stephanie laid a strategic set of fingers on his arm. “He’s a big boy, I’m sure he’ll be able to survive for one night.”

As her fingers stroked him lightly, he seemed to wake up to what we were offering him. His eyes widened, and for the first time he actually seemed to think about what he wanted to say next.

“Um. What did you have in mind?” was what came out. Well, B+ for effort.

“Wellll,” I said, pretending to think about it, “you’re not having a good time, we’re not having a good time. Maybe we should all get out of here, go somewhere a bit more fun.”

I accentuated the word ‘fun’ by flexing my toes, allowing my cleavage to bounce a little bit. His eyes were drawn to my chest, and I couldn’t hold back the smirk that spread across my face.

While his face was turned towards me, Stephanie took the opportunity to place her mouth right next to his ear, so that her breath tickled his neck. For a split second I felt like shivering, as if it was my neck.

“I bet if we find somewhere nice and private, we could find much better ways to the time,” she murmured. “If your roommate’s here, then your place must be completely empty right now, yes?”

He shifted a bit, so that he could look at each of us in turn.

“Are you serious?” he croaked. “Like, actually?”

“Oh yeah,” I grinned. I stepped closer to him so that he was nearly sandwiched between us, and trailed my fingers up his chest. Over his shoulder, Stephanie winked at me encouragingly.

“I’m sure you can handle both of us together,” she purred, a hint of a challenge in her voice.

That was all it took to steel his resolve—or break it, maybe. He lifted himself off his chair, and draped his arms around our shoulders. “For sure! Um, shall we?”

There was something oddly exhilarating about this—sneaking around with a guy to have sex wasn’t something I’d done much of, never mind with a total stranger whose name I didn’t even know. That was before you factored in Stephanie and the whole threesome aspect, which was completely new to me. I maintained the eager, fun-loving, and let’s face it, slutty façade as my brain buzzed inside my head. Would it actually get as far as sex? Would we all be naked in front of each other? I knew guys liked seeing women together; would he be expecting me and Stephanie to do stuff with each other? Would he be disappointed if we didn’t?

Would I be-

“We’re here,” the guy said, interrupting my train of thought. He stopped us outside a random door, and awkwardly fumbled his key into the lock. He hadn’t had that much to drink, but the prospect of two women in his bed tonight had completely messed up his coordination anyway.

His dorm room was… not great. Just about liveable. The kitchen area was littered with crumbs, and dishes were piling up in the sink. With practised ease, he grabbed a can of air freshener and sprayed it haphazardly around the room before letting us in.

“Sorry about the mess,” he apologised, “I try to keep up my end of the chores, but it just gets away from me sometimes, you know?”

“Well, I’m sure not all of this mess is yours,” Stephanie said diplomatically, but there was some truth to it. The recycling bin—I assumed—was overflowing with empty beer bottles, and we already had a pretty good idea which one of them was a heavy drinker.

“Hey, um, I should probably,” the guy jerked his thumb towards the bathroom, “freshen up a bit, you know?”

“For sure!” I said, suddenly realising I actually needed to talk to Stephanie alone before getting on with our plan.

“We’ll be right here,” Stephanie winked at him, as we sat down together on the couch.

As soon as the bathroom door was shut, I turned to Stephanie. “Alright,” I whispered urgently, “how do I do this?”

“Try and be assertive,” Stephanie instructed. “You kiss him; don’t let him kiss you. It’s not as effective if you don’t take the lead.”

“Right,” I nodded.

“You have a window of about 2 or 3 seconds after you stop kissing him where his brain is overloaded with pleasure. You can say almost whatever you want and his brain will absorb it like a sponge.”

“You said ‘almost’?”

“Just… try to keep it to things he might plausibly do, and make it sound appealing. Seduce him into it, and he’ll eat it right up.”

“And hypnosis?”

“I can see your skepticism,” Stephanie eyed me amusedly, “but it really is as simple as saying ‘You are getting very sleepy’ and watching him fall.”

“Right, okay,” I took a deep breath, and let it out in a rush. “I can do that.”

“And I’ll be here to back you up,” she smiled, “though if I’m right, you should be able to do it all on your own.” She laid a warm hand on mine, which only made my nerves jangle even more.

By the time our guy came out of the bathroom—he’d considerately taken a shower—Stephanie and I were posing together on the couch, creating a noticeably empty space between us that seemed like it was begging to be filled. He was only too eager to fill it.

Stephanie suggested that he might like to sit on her lap, and he readily complied, but then he twisted 90 degrees so that he could keep eyes on her and me at the same time.

“Well, that’s not going to work,” Stephanie laughed in his ear. “How is Lucy supposed to sit on your lap, now?”

“Yeah, I’m feeling left out!” I chimed in playfully, trailing my hand up one of his legs.

“Oh, yeah, fair enough,” he mumbled, shifting so that Stephanie was completely behind him, her breasts pressing into his back, her hands stroking gently down his arms.

Okay. Alright. Time to throw myself at a guy. No problem.

I swung my leg over his lap, and climbed on. He was sandwiched between us, and it looked like he was just fine with that. So was I, and I had a brief thought that in this position, it was like I was straddling both of their laps at once.

I leaned forward and captured his lips with my own. I knew the basics of how hypnosis worked of course, but knowing it and coming up with an induction script on the fly were two very different things. Between kisses, I tried my best.

“Just relax. Relax your shoulders, relax your arms, relax your legs, relax your mind. It feels so good to sit back, and let your stress melt away. It’s okay to feel tired, it’s okay to feel sleepy. You feel sooo very sleepy suddenly. You want to close your eyes and rest, listening only to my voice. Shhh, it’s okay, we’ve got you. Just listen to my voice. Obey my words. It’s easy to just let go, and follow my instructions. You’ve had a long, tiring day. You can relax, rest, and sleep with us. You want to sleep with us. You want to sleep for us. Sleep, sleeeep, sleeeeeep.”

I wasn’t sure what I’d expected. Of course I trusted Stephanie’s word. Of course it seemed natural that he would relax into Stephanie as I kissed him senseless, grinding on his lap just a little to tease him. I hadn’t expected him to actually fall asleep. And yet, any resistance he had to the idea was wiped away by the next kiss, and the next, and the next, until I could practically see my words bouncing around his head as if they were his own thoughts.

Finally, his eyes fluttered shut, and his head lolled back against Stephanie’s shoulder. He looked completely out of it.

My eyes widened, and I looked to Stephanie for guidance. She just nodded.

“Are you… hypnotised right now?” I tried, hardly daring to believe.

His words came out in a long, slow drawl, like he was talking in his sleep. “Mmmnn… guesso… not sure…”

Stephanie covered his ears. “You asked it like a question,” she whispered. “Tell him directly.”

She took her hands away, and I tried again. “You are hypnotised.”

“I’m hypn’tised,” he murmured.

I felt my pulse start to race. “You must obey me.”

“Must obey you.”

“You’ll do anything I say.”

“Anything… you say…”

Well, no doubt about that, then. It was real. Holy shit. This was actual mind control. And I’d done that to him, myself, just by kissing him. I couldn’t-

Stephanie interrupted my train of thought. “Stand up, and balance on one leg,” she commanded softly to our hypnotised subject.

His brow furrowed a little. He managed a quiet “Uuuuuhh?” of confusion.

I frowned, but Stephanie eagerly pointed at me. Now you try it, she mouthed. I levered myself off his lap.

“You heard her,” I said uncertainly. “Stand up, and balance on one leg.”

This time he did it without a hint of protest.

“It worked!” Stephanie whispered softly. “He only obeys you, because you’re the one who kissed him. That was the other thing I wanted to test. Thank you.“

Her words were yet another reminder of the fact that I was pulling the strings on a human puppet.

“Put your leg down,” I commanded.

He did, and waited expectantly.

My thoughts began to race as I wondered what to do with him now. I couldn’t decide. I couldn’t even believe I had this kind of power over him. I realised, almost too late, that I was on the verge of hyperventilating. I needed to talk to Stephanie, without this guy in the picture.

“You’ve had a very long day,” I commanded, “and now it’s time for you to go to sleep. Take off your clothes, put them somewhere neat, and get into bed.”

Stephanie watched me with some concern, noticing that I wasn’t entirely together right now. I watched as the guy—my personal hypno slave—did as I instructed and got into bed, all thoughts of having two women in there with him apparently gone from his head. Maybe under other circumstances I would have checked him out during his little strip show, but my mind just wasn’t there right now.

I sank to the floor, breathing hard, almost laughing.

“Holy shit,” was all I could say.

Stephanie got down from the couch, kneeling in front of me. “Are you alright, Lucy?”

“Yeah, I just… need a moment,” I replied, planting my palms on the floor. “I mean… wow, seeing it in action, I can’t quite believe it worked.”

Stephanie frowned. “Maybe I should have given you a demonstration before I asked you to do it yourself. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I said, slowing my breathing. “But I do have like a billion questions.”

“I’ll try to answer them,” Stephanie said.

“Does this work for every woman?”

“It depends. Growing up, did you ever have an accident with radioactive waste, gamma rays, um, particle accelerators—?”

“Come on, be serious!”

“Then yes, most likely.”

“And it works on any man?”

“Not 100% sure. Probably not gay men, I’d say. Or asexual ones.”

“No, true,” I considered it, “cause his mind has to go blank first, and that’s like a pleasure response, right?”

“Right.”

I stood up, and started pacing around the room, my brain going a mile a minute. “It must be an attraction thing, then. Like, some men will fuck anything that moves. Maybe some men won’t, and they can’t be hypnotised by anyone other than, like, their wives. Or maybe not, and secretly they’d all cheat if someone sexy enough tried hypno-kissing them!”

Stephanie smiled. “I’m so glad you appreciate the scope of what I’m trying to study.”

“Yeah, goddamn,” I ran a hand through my hair, “this paints everything I know about men in a new light.”

“Indeed. I think I’ll call it male psychosexuality studies, to give it an air of legitimacy. ‘Hypno-kissing’ is undeniably descriptive though.”

“Yeah, sorry, I kinda have to give it a joke name,” I said. “It’s wild. Like, hi, I’m Lucy, and I have the power to hypnotise you with my hypno-kisses. Well, maybe not you, but—“

Then a thought occurred to me. “Hang on, does it work on women too? Like, what happens if two women are making out? Could they hypnotise each other?”

Stephanie blinked slowly. “You know, I’m not entirely sure,” she purred, and her voice had a smooth, sensual quality to it. I felt goosebumps trail down my neck as the room suddenly became far too warm. “We could test it right now, if you’d like.”

Oh fuck oh fuck, why did I say anything?? I couldn’t face up to this! I wasn’t prepared for something like actually kissing Stephanie, when all I’d really wanted to do was, was…

But all the un-dealt-with questions from earlier rose up in my mind, and to my face they called me a liar. I’d said myself that uni was a time for experimenting. It was my guiding philosophy, one of the reasons I’d followed Stephanie to a college party in the first place. I’d kinda figured that I would end up kissing another girl at some point during my degree, just to see whether I enjoyed it. And Stephanie was… to be frank, she was an ideal candidate, because she was my friend, and she was offering, and-

-and oh shit, I’d actually been checking her out earlier. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off her! It wasn’t simple curiosity about trying new things, and it wasn’t wanting to be her, I’d actually… wanted her. She’d only so much as leaned into my personal space, and bam, all I could think about was kissing her. It wasn’t supposed to be like that! Sure, we were really good friends, and she was gorgeous, and we were currently having a fake threesome together, but…

But then it settled in my mind. As I sat there, totally dumbstruck, on the floor of some guy’s dorm room, I realised that I would have been disappointed with any version of tonight where Stephanie and I hadn’t at least kissed once. To explore this part of me properly, see what was going on there. I hadn’t really wanted a threesome, I’d just wanted two—me and Stephanie. Anyone else was just a fun diversion by comparison.

Hell, if I was completely and totally honest with myself, I’d brought up the subject of women hypno-kissing each other because, on some level, I’d wanted the conversation to turn in this direction. I’d wanted Stephanie to suggest that we test it out, and she’d done exactly that, and now I had no excuse to deny her. I wanted to have no excuse.

Shit. I really was bisexual, wasn’t I?

All of this whirled in my head as Stephanie waited for me to reply.

“Yyyeah, we totally should!” I heard myself say, snapping out of the spiral of thoughts I’d become lost in.

Well, I was committed now. Help. But also thank fuck.

Stephanie manoeuvred herself close to me, so our knees were touching. She leaned forward and stroked my cheek with a gentle, delicate hand. I shivered. Even that was almost too much to bear right now.

“Well then, just relax,” she purred. “You can trust me.”

Funnily enough, the knowledge that I was bi was like a huge weight off my mind, and relaxing into her embrace suddenly seemed like the easiest, most natural thing in the world. I parted my lips a little, and nodded.

She kissed me, and it was every bit of what I hoped it would be. Her lips were soft and sweet against mine, not rushing or pressing too hard, just allowing me to accept her at my own pace. A small part of me that was wondering if I might have imagined it all, or maybe I’d gotten my attraction signals confused with mere iration, was silenced forever. This is me.

Stephanie might have been about to break off the kiss, to start trying to hypnotise me, but as I started kissing her back, teasing her upper lip with my tongue, she seemed to… forget. Before I knew it, I was on my back, pinned to the floor as her tongue gently but insistently explored my mouth. I was very, very okay with this.

She finally, disappointingly, drew back, easing herself upright again as I propped myself up on my elbows, trailing my eyes over her.

“That wasn’t very scientifically valid of me,” she murmured. “I forgot to actually try to hypnotise you.”

“You did,” I rasped, completely breathless.

“I don’t suppose you noticed yourself feeling particularly mindless at any point?” she said, looking me in the eyes.

“Oh, I definitely felt something.” My voice was low, almost a growl, as I held her gaze.

She nodded slowly. “I think I felt it, too.”

“Well, we should try again.”

“Yes, do it properly this time.”

Our lips met again, soft and gentle smooches which allowed us to actually talk to each other. I didn’t want to talk, though. Apart from anything else, it felt ridiculous.

“You are- you are getting very sleepy,” I murmured against her lips, before cutting myself off in a fit of giggles. Stephanie, who had been in the middle of saying something similar, raised an amused eyebrow.

“Sorry,” I said with a grin, before we tried again.

“You are falling deeeeper and deeeeper for my kisses,” I proclaimed like a sinister stage hypnotist, as our lips met over and over.

“I think it’s you who is falling deeper,” Stephanie purred, “getting so sleepy for me…”

“When I ss-snap my ffffingers—” I cracked up before I could finish my sentence.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” I managed to get out, “it just feels like we’re in, uh, some kind of sports anime, where the sport is kissing. Be careful of the new girl who just transferred in from another school, I hear that her Kissing Power is off the scale.”

Stephanie couldn’t hold back a smile. “A fair point. How about we try again with just one of us?”

So I laid back, and allowed Stephanie to kiss my mind into oblivion. Or… not. As wonderful as it felt to finally have Stephanie’s lips on mine—and I realised that I’d been wanting something like this for a lot longer than I’d ever itted to myself—by the end of it I was breathless, turned on beyond all belief, and yet still clearly able to think for myself, no matter how seductively she coaxed me to sleep for her. I even wanted to, a little bit, but no dice.

“Nothing?” Stephanie pouted, as she finally pulled back to inspect her handiwork.

“I… don’t think so,” I itted, “maybe a little bit? But definitely not, like, full-on hypnoed.”

“Hmm,” she mused, “perhaps it just doesn’t work on women.”

“Maybe there’s a trick to it,” I argued, “like you have to kiss the woman in a certain way, or something.”

She held my gaze. “I certainly don’t think we’ve discovered all there is to know.”

“For sure. We should keep trying.”

“Leave no stone unturned.”

“I mean, this whole thing is already completely mental. Who’s to say you can’t hypnotise a woman by, for example, licking her pussy?”

She sighed, a little too dramatically, and there was a sly grin on her face. “Wellll, I suppose if it’s for science, we have to test everything.”

“I said uni was a time for experimentation,” I shrugged. “This is… both not what I meant, and exactly what I meant.”

Stephanie laughed, a gentle, musical sound that warmed me inside. God, was there any part of her that wasn’t hot?!

“I’m sure we can do both,” she said. “Are you doing anything this weekend?”

My breath caught in my throat. An entire weekend with Stephanie? Alone, and… experimenting?

“I hope so,” I murmured.

Oh god. Smooth one, Lucy.

Stephanie’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and she leaned forward to capture my lips again.

“I think,” she murmured between kisses, “we need a change of scenery.”

“Yes master,” I drawled, holding my arms out in front of me like a zombie, “we need a change of scenery.”

I could be so silly, sometimes.

We stood up, and got ready to leave.

“What about him?” Stephanie said, pointing to the guy whose name we still didn’t know, spark out on his bed.

I considered him briefly. I felt that just leaving him like this, after we’d offered him a threesome we hadn’t delivered on, would be kinda rude. It wasn’t as if he’d done anything wrong. Then a wicked idea popped into my head—one from the top drawer of Popular Misconceptions About Hypnosis that, just maybe, weren’t so misconceived after all. I knelt down next to the bed, so that I could whisper into his ear.

“Sleep deeply,” I cooed softly, “and have a wonderful, sexy dream , about the two women you brought home with you tonight. Imagine us on your bed, taking turns making out with you. Dream about where it might go from there. Maybe one of us slides up next to you, cradling your head, allowing you to lick her nipples, while the other slides down to suck your dick. You know we’re not going to stop until you cum. Maybe we pin you to the bed, and take turns riding you until you can’t hold back. You want to cum inside both of us, don’t you? You have so many ideas, so many fantasies…”

He moaned quietly as my spiel took hold in his mind. His body shifted a little, and the tent rapidly forming in the covers betrayed the fact that his dick was hardening in his sleep. Looking closer I could see, even through the sheets, that it was twitching a little.

I realised, with a small pang of regret, that a part of me actually wanted to stay, carry out the original threesome plan with a hypnotic twist. But the prospect of being alone with Stephanie, as I really took the time to figure out my attraction to women, was too pressing to ignore.

Sorry, I thought, it’s not on you, it’s just bad timing.

“You can this dream,” I continued. “And you’ll find that whenever you want to, whenever you fall asleep, you can have this dream again. But every time, it plays out a little bit different, fulfills a different fantasy for you. Understand?”

I caught the barest whisper of “Uh huh.”

“Sleep well,” I soothed, giving him a final kiss on the cheek before I reed Stephanie.

“He’ll really appreciate that,” she noted, “assuming it works.”

“Will it work?” I asked.

“I think so,” she mused. “The subconscious is more powerful than I would ever have guessed when I started out.”

“Good! He deserves something nice for being so, so…”

“Easy?” Stephanie grinned.

“Co-operative!” I said, laughing. “Shall we?”

I’d never been so grateful that my roommate, Chetana, was happy to keep to herself. She slept with noise-cancelling headphones on, saying she didn’t like the sound of drunken students going past her window, or the various other noises that living in a uni suburb would produce. Sometimes I had to try not to be offended by my implied inclusion on the list of noisy things; this time, I was going to be 100% guilty.

I fell backwards onto my bed, pulling Stephanie with me. I was far too riled up to be content with hypnosis, and Stephanie seemed to agree. Her hands gently encircled my wrists, holding me in place as her tongue lovingly caressed mine into submission. I couldn’t hold back the shamefully desperate moan that escaped from low in my throat, and I really didn’t want to either. After months of knowing her, iring her, and being sexually confused by her, Stephanie deserved to know how she truly made me feel.

It also served as a warning note, a reminder of where this was undoubtedly heading, and that prompted her to draw back a little. By the warm glow of my bedside lamp, I could see that she was blushing.

“Just so you know,” she murmured, “I’ve never actually gone this far with a woman before. Kissing and some over-the-clothes action is about the extent of my experience.”

“That’s okay!” I reassured her. “I’ve never gone further than kissing either.”

That wasn’t technically a lie. But if Stephanie knew that my first kiss with a woman was earlier tonight, on the floor of some guy’s dorm room while I was a guinea pig for her freaky hypnotic science experiment, she’d probably be mortified. I wanted to let her know that it was okay, that I wouldn’t have traded it for anything else, but I wasn’t sure how to say it.

Stephanie leaned back in, running her tongue from my collarbone up to my ear. I gasped.

“You don’t mind if I do a little exploring, then?” she husked. Her mouth found my earlobe, and she bit down gently before soothing it with a teasing flick of her tongue.

“Fuck no,” I gasped, trying to keep my breathing under control.

“You sure?” she murmured. “You’d tell me if I was going too fast, right?”

I pouted at her, “Don’t make me beg. Don’t you dare make me beg.“

“Making you beg sounds tempting, actually,” she purred. “Maybe I should do that, after I’ve had enough practice.”

I whimpered, and allowed myself to be pulled upright so that Stephanie could ease my tank top over my head. I reached behind my back to take off my bra—a little black number that wasn’t unsexy, but definitely more built for practicality—and quickly covered myself with my hands as soon as it was undone. Being naked for the first time in front of someone new was always nerve-wracking, and even more so considering it was Stephanie, who was, in every way I could imagine, an absolute fucking knockout.

Stephanie traced her fingers over my sternum, just above my breasts, a question in her touches.

“Please?” she whispered. “I want to see you, Lucy. All of you.”

I let my arms fall to my sides, the bra going with them. Stephanie’s eyes widened, and her mouth parted ever so slightly.

“You are gorgeous,” she breathed.

I couldn’t help it. I giggled, clapping my hands over my face.

“Gaaahd, you’re making me blush!” I complained. “You’re so unfair sometimes, you know that?!”

Stephanie smiled, and found my lips in between my hands, kissing me affectionately.

“It’s true though,” she said, “I hope you know that.”

“You said ‘all of me’...” I added, lowering my hands in anticipation.

Stephanie nodded slowly, and hooked one finger of each hand under the waistband of my panties—which were a dull pink and again, not terribly sexy. Stephanie was doing a great job of making me feel sexy, though, however much I protested.

“May I? Please?” she asked.

I nodded silently, and she gradually eased them down, until I was completely naked for her. I inhaled sharply.

She didn’t say anything this time, but the look in her eyes conveyed meanings that words could never. Instead she held my gaze as she lowered her mouth to my stomach, kissing just under my belly button, silently asking me the question.

I nodded eagerly, and emboldened, she slowly kissed a path downwards, flicking her hot tongue against my skin.

When at last she reached her destination, kissing my clit with soft, parted lips, I was almost hyperventilating again.

“Please…” I moaned weakly. There was no question of whether I was already wet for her.

She dipped her tongue into my slit, and swirled. She was tasting me, and from the teasing hum she let out, I was a flavour she really enjoyed.

“Fffffuck,” I hissed, clutching my bedsheets with both hands.

Stephanie spent a long time simply doing that, gathering every last drop of my wetness, quietly memorising the taste of me. When her intent turned more towards pleasing me however, it became clear that she was… really fucking good with her mouth. If her lips were like velvet, then her tongue was… fuck, that was velvet too, only hot and wet and able do things to me I hadn’t even imagined were possible. One second it was flattening itself in broad licks against my clit, the next withdrawing so that only the very tip was teasing around the edges of my pussy. At one point I swore she was flutter-tonguing me, like a professional musician.

I couldn’t hold back my cries of pleasure, and I didn’t want to. Fuck decorum, fuck my roommate and her stupid rules. I was sure the entire building could hear that Stephanie was making me cum, and I was proud of it.

“God, fuck yes, right there!” I moaned, as the broad side of Stephanie’s tongue found my clit again.

I felt Stephanie’s lips curl into a mischievous smile, and she let out a low hum from deep in her throat, stiffening her tongue so that the vibrations travelled straight into my clit, shaking my entire body like an earthquake.

I let out a noise I’d never heard myself make before, somewhere between a gasp, a moan, a sob, and a screech. My hips bucked as Stephanie continued humming, massaging her lips against my pussy while her tongue fluttered against my clit, and my orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. I could do nothing but ride it out as Stephanie’s hands came up and grabbed my ass, holding me against her mouth as my limbs turned to jelly.

I floated for a few moments as my head swam in pleasure, my body a quivering wreck. I reached out a hand, found Stephanie, and pulled her flush against me. We kissed slowly as I came down from my peak, our tongues moving lazily against each other.

“You taste like me,” I murmured throatily.

“Good?” she asked, a little self-consciously.

“Fucking fantastic,” I let a dreamy grin spread over my face.

Then my eyes narrowed, and I jabbed a finger towards Stephanie. “You. Clothes off. Now.”

Yes, after all that, Stephanie still had her clothes on, somehow. I’d been very negligent.

She grinned, and allowed me to lift the straps of her dress off her shoulders.

I had to stare at my own handiwork as I unclasped her bra, revealing her breasts in all their glory for the first time. Stephanie was stunning, there was no way around it, and I told her so.

“Thank you,” she murmured, and I thought I saw her cheeks turning a little pink. Well, even the most gorgeous woman in the world needed to be told so from time to time.

I kissed her lips, then worked my way down her neck, past her collarbone, over her breasts—making a short detour at her breasts, actually, because her nipples needed some urgent attention that only my tongue could provide—and down her stomach, before I finally reached her waist. Slowly and reverently, like I was a religious devotee preparing to worship at an altar, which wasn’t that far from the truth, I lowered her panties, and took in the sight of Stephanie in all her glory.

This time, words failed me, and any hesitation Stephanie had about being so exposed vanished when I leaned in and kissed her, just above her clit.

“Oh, you’d better not be teasing me,” she all but growled.

“I want to, seriously,” I said, “I 100% want to taste you, but I also… can I make a request?” I felt myself shrinking back, a wave of shyness overtaking me. “It’s a little embarrassing, but…”

Stephanie smiled, and reached out to lay a comforting hand on mine. “Tell me what you want, Lucy,” she whispered.

I took a deep breath, and let the words come rushing out. “Could you sit on my face? I want to do this with… with your thighs wrapped around my head. I don’t want to be able to see, hear, taste or breathe anything that isn’t you until I’m done. I know that’s a little much, but—”

“I don’t think it’s too much!” she reassured me quickly. “Does feel a bit like diving in the deep end, though.”

“Yeah,” I said bashfully, “I have a thing for being restrained, and being partially smothered is, uh, very good for that. Also your thighs are sexy as hell.”

Stephanie laughed, and beckoned me upwards. As I rose, she kissed me, pulling me further towards the top of the bed, and I followed obediently.

“Lie back,” she purred, stroking my hair softly.

I did, and she swung her leg over so that she was straddling me. As she slowly moved up my body, positioning herself above my face, I felt like all my fantasies were coming true at once. Which was ridiculous, because I could only have had this particular fantasy for like the past 90 minutes, at most. Unless it was actually a lot longer than that… hindsight was such a bitch, sometimes.

Stephanie’s eyes sparkled as she looked down at me, one hand grasping mine and wrapping it around her thigh. “So if I do this right,” she murmured, “you likely won’t be able to talk or hear very much. If you can’t breathe, or you want to stop for any reason, just tap me on the leg three times, okay?”

“There’s a very low chance of that happening,” I grinned up at her, “but thanks. Like this?” I patted her thigh experimentally.

“Perfect,” she cooed. “Now… no more talking.”

She lowered herself gently onto my face, her thighs squishing softly against my ears. With the weight of her pelvis pressing down against me, it felt like I was basically making out with her labia. I leaned into it—figuratively and literally—opening my mouth and allowing my tongue to explore her.

It was everything I’d hoped it would be. I was wonderfully, decadently trapped in a prison of the senses where hardly anything existed beyond Stephanie’s glistening wet pussy. I couldn’t do anything in this position except worship her, please her just as she’d pleased me, but that was all I wanted to do. I opened my mouth wide, moaning throatily against her labia, before my tongue lapped at her opening.

I quickly learned that my preferred position left not much wiggle room, so to speak, but since I’d never done this before, I was mostly operating on instinct. How would I like to be touched in this position? I thought about that question, and about what Stephanie had done to answer it earlier, and altogether, my first foray into cunnilingus ended up being pretty good, if I say so myself. I swirled my tongue in big, wet circles, waiting for that wetness to taste like her. It didn’t take long, and I discovered to my delight that there was something intoxicating about her flavour. I moaned, and pushed my tongue as far inside her pussy as it could go. It wasn’t that far, but I felt a rumble through Stephanie’s body as she hummed with pleasure. As I raised my head as far as it would go, paying the same attentions to her clit, attempting a crude version of the flutter-tonguing she’d tried, her hips bucked instinctively. My mouth followed her movements, letting her know it was okay, that this was what I wanted.

It didn’t take much persuasion to convince her to loosen up, anxieties about my comfort vanishing with each lick. Before long she was grinding her hips down purposefully, one handle tangled in my hair as my mouth worked overtime to please her. She was effectively fucking my face, and I was loving it.

I couldn’t hear a word of what she was saying, but I felt the moan that reverberated through her body, and I needed more of it. Making sure my teeth were tucked behind my lips, I worked my mouth against her in a sort of gnawing motion, putting a little more ‘eating’ into my eating out. The pace of her thrusting increased, and as my lips latched onto her clit, she broke, her orgasm drawing the air from her lungs in ragged gasps. I might have heard my name, almost, but I was too busy licking her for all I was worth.

Finally, regrettably, she lifted herself off me, and collapsed on the bed, sighing contentedly. We wrapped our arms around each other, trading gentle kisses to confirm that, yes, I tasted like her too.

We held each other for a while, drifting in a post-orgasmic daze.

“Lucy,” she murmured eventually, “are you still awake?”

“Yeah.”

“I really enjoyed that.”

“I could tell,” I giggled.

“No, I mean, I’m really enjoying… this,” she sighed. “This might sound selfish of me, but I’d like to do it again.“

“If that’s selfish then I’m, fuckin’... Ebenezer Scrooge,” I said.

“It’s selfish,” she pressed on, “because I can’t promise any kind of commitment. The nature of this project I have, it means I’ll be kissing a lot of different people. Possibly having sex with them. Both to study, and… well, to get what I want.”

My hand found hers, and I squeezed it reassuringly.

“So you’d like to keep things casual? Non-exclusive?”

She nodded, like she was a little ashamed to it it.

“I get it,” I murmured. “You just discovered actual mind control. Obviously you’d want to test it out as much as possible. Hell, I’m already starting to rethink my stance on partying at uni. Suddenly seems like it could be a lot more fun than I thought.”

Stephanie raised an amused eyebrow at that. “Oh, really? Have I corrupted you so easily?”

“Wellll,” I reasoned, “even boorish-drunk-guy sort of parties sound a lot more appealing when you can just hypnotise whoever you hook up with. I kinda… wanna go back again, see whether mind-controlled guys make better lovers.”

“And here I was thinking hypnotic kisses would only be good for greasing the wheels of power,” Stephanie smirked. “So many uses!”

“Multi-purpose kisses!” I laughed.

“A Kiss Army Knife, if you will.”

“Or a Swiss Army Kiss,” I mused. “Swiss Kiss.”

“Hmm, what’s the difference between a Swiss Kiss and a French Kiss?” Stephanie shot back, grinning widely now.

“Well…” I thought about it for a second, “they’re very similar, to be honest. They start off mostly the same…”

I leaned in and kissed her, wrapping my arms around her as our mouths opened, tongues gently and instinctively seeking each other. We sighed into it, enjoying the closeness, the feel of our bodies and our breath against each other.

“Yes,” Stephanie said muzzily, “I can see, quite similmmmm—”

She cut herself off as one of her hands tangled in my hair, and pulled my face back down to hers. Our lips crashed together, and for a split second, I understood exactly how this could be hypnotic. Or at least addictive. I wouldn’t have stopped for anyone or anything, and judging by the contented moans underneath me, neither would Stephanie.

“Then,” I murmured against her lips, tracing my hands around her body to cup her breasts, “you have to get the Alps involved…”

Stephanie giggled, and we didn’t talk for a long time after that.

Chetana was in the kitchen, making something for breakfast. I threw on my least ratty pair of pyjamas, and ed her, trying not to look too sheepish.

“Hey, Chetana,” I tried. We didn’t always see eye-to-eye, but she could be reasonable. I could be reasonable. We were both reasonable, mature adults.

“Lucy,” she acknowledged.

“Can we talk?” I said. “Nothing serious, but—”

“Okay,” she shrugged, “as long as you don’t need anything from me right now. I have two major assignments due on Monday.”

“Yeeesh,” I grimaced, “that sucks. In that case I have to ask, is it okay that I, um, have someone over for the weekend? You know, like, over.”

Chetana raised an eyebrow. My meaning was plain enough.

“Is he a reputable type?” she asked, all business. “Not going to make a mess of the place?”

Well, there was no avoiding this particular elephant in the room. I steeled myself and said, “Yes. She is.“

Chetana’s eyes widened, as she processed the word ‘she’.

Then a huge smirk spread across her face, and I felt a tiny part of me unclench.

“I was actually thinking,” she mused out loud, “maybe I should study in the library this weekend. Thank you for making up my mind.”

“Would you?!” I pleaded, undisguised relief in my voice.

“Just… try to make sure the house stays tidy, please,” she said. “Especially the kitchen.”

“Deal!”

We shook on it, and I retreated to my room, where Stephanie was waiting for me.

“Did I hear that right?” she murmured. “We have this apartment to ourselves?”

I flopped backwards onto the bed. “Yep! We’re golden!”

“Well then,” she husked, a wicked grin on her face, “let’s find out if you can be hypnotised.”

“With documentation?” I prompted.

Stephanie produced a large notepad and a pen. God knew where she’d been keeping those this whole time.

“Of course with documentation!” she exclaimed. “What kind of scientist do you take me for?!”

“What’s your standard of scientific validity?” I added. “We can’t know for sure if something does or doesn’t work unless we do at least 50 replicates, right? Maybe 100 replicates?”

“You’re definitely on the right track,” Stephanie purred.

She kissed me then, every way she knew how, and true to her word, she documented my every reaction, every catch of my breath, every noise I made, every time my pupils dilated.

It would be a long time before Stephanie finally did figure out how to hypnotise me, but as it was, I wouldn’t have changed a second.