Mind Control 101: The Ultimate Hypnotizing Box Set (2 page)

Okay, no small talk today, I guess. I sit down in a chair in front of her. The last thing I remember is her voice saying something very nice while her pocket watch swings in front of my face. My muscles feel heavy and then everything goes blank.

When I wake up, Lindsey seems in the middle of doing something.

“Oh hey,” she says and giggles. “You woke up a little earlier than I expected you to. I guess you really hate nail polish.”

I look down and see that she has painted my nails the school colors: orange and blue.

“Ha, ha. You are so funny,” I say and grab the bottle of nail polish remover she has pulled out of her purse. “I thought you said no funny business?”

“It’s just
nail polish
,” she says. She takes her seat in a chair in front of me. “Anyway, it’s your turn.”

I stand in front of her and take out my pocket watch. I put her under the same way as before, only this time I don’t need the text book to help me.

“Lindsey, you’re going to focus on my swinging pocket watch and you are going to relax. Just listen to the sound of my voice and don’t worry about anything else. You don’t have to force it. Just fall into a relaxed state. That’s it,” I say.
 

I see her eyes loosing focus and glazing over. Her breath is slowing down and almost seems to match the rhythm of the watch as it swings. I continue.

“You’re doing great Lindsey. Just let all the tension in your body flow out. You eyelids are getting heavier. You’re getting tired of holding them up. Wouldn’t it feel better to close them? Let your eyelids close and go into a deeper rest, Lindsey,” I say.
 

Lindsey’s eyes close and I hear her sigh. Her body seems limp in the chair, like I could do anything to her that I wanted.

“Doesn’t that feel good, Lindsey?” I ask. “Don’t you feel completely relaxed, like there is nothing bothering you?”

She nods her head, her mouth dropping open a bit. Perfect. Now it’s time to try what I’ve learned. I need to ease her into it first, but I think I can get her to do it if I word everything just right. Sweat starts to bead on my skin. I don’t want to think about what could happen if this goes wrong.

I take a big breath and begin.

“You’re very pretty, aren’t you Lindsey?” I ask.

She smiles a big toothy grin and nods at me.

“You’re proud of your body, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am,” she says. She’s not much of a conversationalist while she’s under, but things seem to be going well.

“What are you most proud of?” I ask. I cross my fingers, please don’t say your nose.

“My boobs,” she says. Jackpot.

“You like showing your boobs off to everyone, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

Okay, here is the moment of truth.

“You want to show them to me right now?” I ask, almost telling her.

I hold my breath and see her whole demeanor change. For a while, she doesn’t answer, move, or do anything. I think that maybe I’ve done it all wrong. But then I hear her panting and a blush creeps into her cheeks. Her nipples are peeking out from underneath the thin fabric of her shirt. Then it happens.

Lindsey reaches down to grab the bottom of her shirt and lifts it over her head. Her breasts looked big before but now, free from her shirt, they seem huge. I don’t even have a moment to appreciate them in her cute little pink bra, because shortly afterwards that slips to the floor of my dorm room.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing. The little girl that always bugged me when she came to my sister is sitting in front of me, all grown up. Her brown hair falls over her shoulders, just long enough to tickle the hard little nipples on her big soft breasts.
 

Even the way her tits move as she breathes in and out is enough to make my dick twitch. I want to fuck her right now, but I have to be patient. I decide to push just a little bit further.

“Those are beautiful, Lindsey. I can see why you are so proud of your boobs,” I say.

She grins at me, seeming genuinely proud of them and happy that I approve.

“But what about the rest of your body?” I ask. “Aren’t you proud of that too?”

She nods at me, and as she does her breasts bounce.

“You want to show me all of you, don’t you?” I ask. “Show me how proud you are.”

“Yes,” Lindsey says. Her voice is soft and breathy, and blood seems to be flooding her skin and making her pink all over.

She unbuttons her jeans, steps out of them, and pulls down her panties just as naturally as if I wasn’t there at all. While she is standing, a little patch of downy hair covers her pussy, but when she sits down I see it all. Her lips open and they are dripping wet. I start to imagine how good it would feel to fuck that tight, young little pussy, but then I get a hold of myself. I have to get her dressed. I’m dead if she wakes up like this.

“You did a very good job,” I say. “You showed me just how proud you are of your body. But now it’s time to go. You want to get dressed now, don’t you?”

Lindsey nods, and just as quickly as she got undressed, she puts her clothes back on.

“Good job! Now I’m going to count to three. When I get to three, you’re going to be wide awake. You won’t remember anything that happened during the hypnosis, but you will feel refreshed and relaxed. You’ll only remember what happened the next time you are hypnotized. Okay?” I say.

“Yes.”

“Good. One...two...three!”

Lindsey’s eyes snap open. She stretches her arms and yawns, looking around the room. She doesn’t seem surprised this time, I guess she’s used to our little sessions already. She can’t see it, but her face is still flush from earlier.

“Welcome back,” I say.

“So what did we do this time?” Lindsey asks.

“The Macarena.”

“What?”

“Seriously, we danced the Macarena, that’s it,” I say. It’s so ridiculous that she believes me.

“Wow, you really are a dork,” she looks at the time on her phone.

“Looks like you’re getting better at this. How about we keep the sessions to thirty minutes max?” she asks.

“Great,” I say. Not really, I think. How am I going to get everything done in thirty minutes?

As soon as Lindsey leaves the room I lock the door and drop my pants. It doesn’t take too long for me to cum thinking about those big tits and wet pussy.

By day three, we have a routine. At 5pm I start waiting for her. She arrives 15 minutes late and plays a prank when she hypnotizes me. Then it’s my turn.

It doesn’t take me long to get her hypnotized and naked again. I’m getting pretty good at this. I kinda want to just look at her body, but wouldn’t that be a waste of good hypnotism? The Internet is full of naked girls. I decide to go one step further.

“It feels good to show off your hot body, doesn’t it?” I ask.

Lindsey nods. It looks like her skin is covered in goosebumps, and I want to run my fingers over them. Later, I think.

“What makes you feel really, really good?” I cross my fingers.

I wait for her response, but Lindsey doesn’t say anything. I guess that’s a little too complicated.

“Masturbation feels really good, doesn’t it?”
 

Instantly she responds, “Yes!”
 

Okay, I wasn’t expecting so much enthusiasm, but I’ll take it.

“Don’t you want to feel really, really good right now?”

Lindsey nods.

“You want to touch yourself right now, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she says. Her voice is quiet and her cheeks are bright red, but she doesn’t make a move. What am I doing wrong? I try again.

“Don’t worry about me. I want you to feel good, and touching yourself feels good, right?” I say.

“Yes,” she says.

“So it’s good to make yourself feel good in front of me, right?”

Lindsey’s face looks lost in concentration for a moment. It’s not the best logic, but it should hold up. At least I hope so.

After a minute, her face relaxes. “Yes!” she says.

Lindsey opens her legs, leaning back in the chair so that her pussy is totally exposed and her little ass is hanging off the edge. She reaches one hand down slowly, bringing the other to her breast. Lindsey opens her lips with one hand and her fingers get slick with her own juice. Her mouth drops open, her pink tongue darting out over her lips as her breath becomes more ragged.

She starts slowly, moving her fingers in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit. Lindsey starts moaning, moving her fingers faster, and I hope that she won’t get too loud. I don’t need my dorm mates getting too nosey.

Just watching her touch herself, moaning and squirming in the same chair that I use to study for classes has me hard as a rock. I want to jack off, but at first I’m worried. What if she notices? What if it wakes her up? I decide to wait and watch the show.

By now the whole seat underneath her is wet. Her back is arched and it almost seems like she can’t even breathe. Her movements are so wild that I’m a little worried she’ll fall off the chair.

Lindsey lets out a long, loud moan (that I’m sure everyone will hear) and her body shakes as she throws her head back. Her legs give out on her and she slumps to the floor. Finally she stops shaking, her muscles relax, and she starts to breathe deeply again.

It’s a while before I can manage to persuade her to get off the floor, but she finally does and cleans herself up. By the time I wake her up and she leaves the room, I already have my plan for tomorrow. I can barely sleep thinking about it.

The next day I have trouble concentrating. I spend most of my class time thinking about Lindsey’s hot body quivering in my dorm room. I plan how I will get her just one step closer to what I want.

When 5pm rolls around, I’m full of anticipation. I don’t even want to get hypnotized, but it would be weird if I weren’t. Then, finally, it’s the moment I’ve been waiting for.

I get her naked, just like before, but now I have some new commands.

“Listen carefully, Lindsey,” I say. “When I count to three, you will wake up and feel alert. But you will still be deep in hypnosis. You will remember how good our last session felt, and you will be hungry for more. When I count to three again you will fall back into a deep trance. Do you understand?”

Lindsey nods.

“Good. One, two, three!”

Lindsey’s eyes open, and at first it seems like she has come out of the trance. She seems to be coming out of a deep sleep. I’m worried that she will freak out about being naked in my dorm, but there is something different about her.

 
Lindsey doesn’t seem to think anything is wrong. In fact, she seems happy to see me.

“Do you remember what we did last time?” I ask.

“Yes,” she said. “I touched myself and it made me feel good.” She looks up at me from the chair, swinging her legs and smiling cutely as if that is the most normal thing to be doing while completely naked.

“You like to feel good, don’t you?” I ask.

“Yes, I do,” she says.

“I want you to feel good too,” I say. “Is it okay if I help you feel good?”

Lindsey puts her finger to her lips, thinking about the question.

“Yes!” she says, finally.

“You want me to make you feel good?”

Lindsey nods.

“Okay Lindsey, I’m going to help make you feel really good,” I say.

I walk up to her and take her full breasts in both of my hands, like I’ve been waiting to do. Her body stiffens as soon as I touch her, and her eyelids start to flutter. Fuck! She can’t wake up now.

“Remember how good it felt to touch yourself? I’m just helping you feel like that,” I say. “You
want
me to touch you. You
love
it when I suck on your tits.”

I close my lips around her nipple and her muscles relax again. Her hand reaches out to mine and brings it between her legs.

“Touch me,” she says. Her breath is hot against my skin.

My fingers slide into her easily and she lets out a small moan.

“You like the feeling of my fingers inside you?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says. Her nails dig into my back and she pushes herself down hard against my fingers.

“What
else
do you want me to do? What else would make you feel good?” I ask.
 

She takes a moment, and then answers. “Touch me,” she says.

“Nothing else?”

“Suck me,” she says.

I give up the questioning and decide to be grateful for how far she came today. I sink between her legs and run my tongue up and down her lips. She pushes herself deeper onto my face, panting as I suck on her clit. My dick is so hard that it hurts as it strains against my jeans.

“You like it when I lick you, don’t you?” I ask. I slip my fingers into her pussy and keep sucking on her clit. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” she says. Her voice is breathy, and it seems hard for her to even concentrate enough to talk.

“Good enough to cum?” I ask.

She nods her head, breathing quickly.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to, okay Lindsey?”

“Now,” she says. Her pussy is clenching, and all of her muscles are tightening. But I want to see how much I can control her.

“No, Lindsey, only when I say so.”

She lets out a little whine. Her moans are getting louder and she digs her nails into me. Lindsey seems almost angry.

“Now,” she says.
 

I ignore her. She twitches above me, unable to control her own movements. I can tell she wants to cum. But it’s too much fun to watch her writhe like this above me.

When my tongue finally gets tired, I let her.

“Okay Lindsey, you can cum now,” I say.

She lets out a scream and her whole body trembles. She cums so hard that she nearly crushes my head between her thighs. Her pussy drenches my face in her juices, and I keep licking until she calms down.

After that, it’s funny to see her sit in the chair just a few minutes later acting as if nothing has happened. The smile on her face as she blows me a friendly kiss on her way out is completely oblivious. Could I really be getting away with it?

The next day I’m determined to get what I want. No more jerking it before bed for me. I’m just worried I won’t get Lindsey all ready to go in time, so I put a timer on my phone to warn me. Okay, lets do this.