Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (3 page)

Embarrassed, Bailey stood up and practically ran to the kitchen door, unlocked it, and bolted into the living room.

After sliding her underwear and pants back on, Emma followed her.

“I’m sorry, Emma,” Bailey said, flustered. “I mean, Miss Park. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She gathered her things as quickly as she could.

“It’s fine, Bailey,” Emma tried to cheer her up, too drunk to understand the intricacies of the girl’s emotions. “I’m not mad.”

“It’s not that,” she responded, packing up her backpack.

“Well… it was really good,” Emma admitted, hoping that was it.

Bailey paused, growing even more red, but then finished packing up her things.
She made a move for the door.

Emma sighed and grabbed the locket from her jacket pocket on the chair. “Wait.”

Bailey turned and looked, dropping into a trance once more.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m worried I’m a lesbian,” Bailey answered.

Emma stared at the girl’
s neutral face for a moment, noting that her chin still glistened with juices in little places. The sight caused a little spark inside her, and she couldn’t help but run over the experience again in her mind… she shook her head.

“Bailey, it’s fine if you’re a lesbian,
lots of girls are,” she said directly. “Don’t stress over it. And it’s fine if you’re just confused, too,” she added, wary of the locket’s proven power. “You can do whatever you like, it doesn’t
make you
anything. You choose that.”

She smiled and nodded, surprised at her own littl
e speech. Not bad for a drunk party girl! Or, woman, as it were. She put the locket down in the chair, and then let go.

Bailey returned to awareness, but seemed much more relaxed
after a moment. “Sorry I freaked out,” she said. “I was raised in a really strict household… this is all new to me.”

“Me too…”

“Really?” Bailey asked. “You’ve never…?”

Emma shook her head and laughed lightly. “No, why?”

“Mrs. Robbins said you liked to ‘party’ or something, I thought that maybe…”

Emma kept an understanding smile on her face, even if s
he was scowling mentally. Kayla had apparently been gossiping about her again, of
course
.

“Well, I had a party or two in college, but never anything like
that…
”

Bailey blushed again. “And I… was good?”

“Incredible,” Emma replied, sincere. “But, um, you can’t go quite yet.”

“Why not?” Bailey asked, a note of hopefulness in her voice.

“Your pants are soaked.”

Bailey looked down. “Oh, right.”

Emma got something from her wallet, and held it out, wincing slightly. “And here’s your pay for the night…”

They both grew awkward for a moment at the exchange of cash after what they’d just done, but the money was for
babysitting, and had been earned either way.

Bailey hung around just long enough for her pants to dry, and then practically bolted.
“See you next week, Emma?”

“Yep,” she responded, hoping the girl didn’t
decide to stop being her babysitter. It was hard to find a good babysitter…

As soon as the front door closed, Emma pulled out the locket, unhooked the chain, and examined its intricate carvings closely. The patterns offered no hint of the source of the locket’s power, but it had undoubtedly worked… as she thought about Bailey working her eagerly, heat flared inside her again, and she rushed upstairs to take a shower and masturbate to what had happened.

***

She spent much of the next morning in a horny daze, fueled by a mix of erotic daydreaming and the power offered by the locket. By the time Lydia came around for lunch, Emma was practically red-faced and filled with strange thoughts and urges.

“What’s gotten into
you?
” Lydia asked, grinning. “Date go well last night?”

Lydia was her only true friend among the housewives’ circle; everyone else was a mix of friend and enemy as the situation called for it.
She had long brown hair, the same shade as Emma’s, but longer - her locks came down to her ample all-natural chest. She was also the only other woman in the neighborhood that
hadn’t
had work done, and her large natural breasts were often the subject of jealousy. Emma had - somewhat jokingly - always wanted to play with them, and now she considered doing just that.

“Oh, uh, the date, it was alright,” she replied, finally registering the question.

“That bad?” Lydia asked with a grimace.

“No, no, it really was fine,” Emma insisted. “We had a nice time, but there was no chemistry.”

“Oh well.”

Lydia barged in and headed for the kitchen for some w
ine. After getting a glass out and filling it up, she sniffed. “It smells kinda like sex in here…”

Emma pretended to be mock offended, but her heart leapt into her throat. Lydia couldn’t possibly…?

“Did you have a secret hookup over?” the brunette joked.

“Oh, no, I wish!”

Relieved, Emma grabbed her own glass of wine, and they headed into the living room and sat on the couch.

Lydia rifled through the papers from the middle space in the living room table. “What should we get delivered? Let’s get something quick, ‘cause I’ve got to get back to work
in forty.” She laughed at her favorite quip. “But, seriously, my spa thing got cancelled, so I’ve got
all afternoon
to burn.”

Emma smiled, and watched her friend with predatory eyes. She talked and laughed for the next couple of wine glasses, ensuring Lydia was buzzed in case she noticed anything odd, and then she
slid the locket around her neck and clasped it.

Lydia’s expression suddenly went neutral, and Emma felt a rush of excitement. She’d had a secret fear the locket wouldn’t work, that it had all been some drunken dream, but here it was…
she carefully tested the locket’s chain, ensuring it wouldn’t fall off - she hadn’t just held it, because she wanted her hands free - and, satisfied, she carefully approached her friend.

Sitting next to her, she thought that Lydia really was very pretty. Married to an older and very rich gentleman, the twenty-seven-year-old brunette
was a strange mix of positive, sarcastic, and flirty - Emma had liked her immediately. She wasn’t bothered by jealousy over the woman’s thin body and large chest, and the two had become fast friends.

And now, here she was, sitting in a trance.

Emma shook her head. This was her friend. It didn’t feel right. In her head, fantasies of power were all well and good, but actually physically doing it was another matter…

She was just about to sit down and unclasp the locket when a different thought occurred to her - she could just
ask
to play with Lydia’s breasts, and, if the brunette was offended, use the locket to tell her not to remember…! That felt much more on the level… there was a chance she wouldn’t even have to use the locket at all, and, if she did, no harm done…

She sat back in her chair and removed the locket.

Lydia blinked, and then continued her conversation as if it had never been interrupted.

Emma pretended to follow along, and then
moved over next to her on the couch, emboldened by her ability to erase memories if things went wrong. “Lydia,” she said with a buzzed and mischievous smile.

“Emma,” Lydia shot back, grinning
, buzzed, and curious.

“
Can I play with your tits?”

Her face flushed from the wine,
Lydia laughed. “Fuck it, sure.”

“Really?” Emma asked, her extremities tingling with surprise.

“Yeah, who cares? I get that request all the time, and grant it nearly as often,” Lydia said, already tugging her loose shirt down. “I’m surprised you’ve never asked before!” She unclasped her bra, and let her gorgeous breasts hang free. “Ahh… feels nice to get out of that.”

Emma practically stared. Lydia’s large, firm breasts were still lined from her bra
, but they were fully tan. “Do you tan nude?”

“Of course! What’s the use of having such a big yard if you aren’t out there in the buff?”

“You’re right,” Emma agreed, blinking the buzz in her thoughts back.

“Well, go ahead,” Lydia insisted.

Her heart pounding, Emma scooted a little closer and brought her hands up. The first contact was intimately warm, and she slid her hands up the curves of Lydia’s firm breasts. She massaged them a little bit, marveling at their similarities and differences from her own. They were larger, certainly, and quite firm and responsive. She tweaked one nipple, and watched in amazement as it hardened.

She looked up
in awe, and matched Lydia’s amused gaze for a moment. She couldn’t quite believe her own words, mirroring Bailey’s the night before. “I want to… can I lick them?”

Lydia shrugged, sending a subtle jiggle through her breasts
, under Emma’s fingers. “Sure.”

Gulping, Emma leaned in and quickly licked the nipple she’d hardened.
It responded a little bit more, and she smiled, moving to suck gently on Lydia’s other breast. The flat areola supported a hard nipple soon enough, and Emma let herself enjoy licking and sucking the smooth, firm curves and erect nipples while she kneaded with her hands.

“Haha, stop, you’re going to turn me bi,” Lydia joked.

But Emma didn’t stop, and the brunette didn’t push her away. She bit each nipple gently, and then a little harder, something Lydia had once told her she enjoyed.

“Ok, that’s enough,” her friend breathed. “You’re
really turning me on.”

Emma continued for another moment, and considered not stop
ping, but she finally sat back.

Lydia breathed out with her lips pursed, fighting a little fluster,
and then completely lifted her scrunched up shirt over her head and off. “Gotta cool down after that… if we’re cool with taking our shirts off, why don’t we just hang out like this
all
the time? It feels so much better than that restrictive bra.” She breathed out slowly again. “And what’s gotten you so naughty, anyway?”

“I’ve no idea,” Emma replied, surprised herself.

Lydia calmed down for another minute, and then looked at her expectantly. “It’s weird if I’m the only one doing it.”

“Oh.” Emma hesitated, an
d then unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off.

Lydia kept watching her expectantly.

Emma grinned sheepishly and slid her clasp-less bra over her head, throwing it on the floor unceremoniously. Lydia was right - it did feel so much better.

Without a moment’s pause, the brunette scooted in. “My turn!”

They exchanged laughs and a small wrestle, but, ultimately, Lydia got her hands on perky tits.

Emma did her best to hide her own
arousal, already fired up from the night before, but Lydia knew her better than that.

“This is really turning you on, isn’t it?” the brunette prodded, as she squeezed Emma’s smaller tits and sucked gently on each nipple.
“I
knew
you were all horned up the moment I walked in.”

Emma couldn’t help but writhe under her friend’s laughing ministrations. “
What are you doing…” Her breathing grew deeper, and she could feel a flush creep up her neck.

“Relax,” Lydia said,
releasing her with a chuckle. “I’m just messing with you.”

Caught up by swirls of heat and a dampness between her le
gs, Emma struggled to stay calm… but, in the back of her mind, there was that reminder that she could erase all this if it went awry…

“Wow,”
Lydia said, suddenly apologetic. “You really are all horned up… I know it’s been awhile since you had a successful date…”

Afire and overly daring, Emma took a gamble. She began unzipping her own jeans. “Better finish what you started,” she breathed, adopting a half-joking tone
, but Lydia knew she was serious.

“Ok…” the brunette muttered. “But only because you’re my best friend, and we’re so drunk, and only this once…
and I know you won’t tell anybody…”

Frozen with amazement at her gorgeous friend agreeing to her request, Emma just stared, heated, as Lydia quickly tugged her jeans the rest of the way down
, leaving her in just her underwear. The brunette pulled her up to a sitting position on the couch, and then sat next to her, sliding her hand down under her panties.

Lydia went to work, her fingers curling inside her already slick folds and her palm against Emma’s mound. The pleasure was an immediate relief to the stuffy heat in her body.

“Have you done this before?” Emma managed to ask between deepening breaths.