Starlight Hypnotherapy 2

A Smuthunter Sequel

Shay woke up with a flush of warmth and energy she had never felt before, at least not first thing in the morning. All she could think about in the moments between waking up and walking to the bathroom was this sense of energy, joy, and a deep, pulsing wave of calm that radiated from the base of her skull down through her bod. Everything else was gone, blank and quiet, until she saw her reflection in the mirror.

“Shay,” she said her name out loud as soon as she saw herself, “my name is Shay.” The word, the name, made her self-aware again, and it made the blissful, all consuming light fade from her mind, revealing all the nooks and crannies of her inner self, all of her fears, her anxieties, and her memories return.

She stared at the radiant and vibrant reflection looking back at her, and for a long minute didn’t understand how she could be so beautiful on the outside, and feel so much chaos inside. Her skin was glowing, her hair was… was it longer? It looked slightly longer and fuller, and had a curl to it she normally had to work at, and her face was so smooth and rejuvenated, and the coloration of her face, and her lips looked like she’d already applied some subtle makeup, but she hadn’t.

How can I look like this, and feel so… overwhelmed and confused?

She stared into the mirror, and looked deep into her own eyes as she took a deep and centering breath just like Dr. S told her to do, and she felt a wave of calm snake down her spine, and spread through her nervous system. The more she thought about the calming influence of Dr. S’s hypnotherapy session from the day before, the stronger and warmer the calming energy became and the…

Her eyes stared back at her, her dark irises standing out against the whites of her eyes, slowly starting to twist and spiral… spiraling and twisting, round and round as her fingertips went to her armpits, gently caressing the soft stubble there, making her moan quietly to herself as a slight trickle of drool formed at the corner of her mouth. Shay stared into her own eyes and saw Dr. S looking back to her, and her hands moved from her pits to her tits, squeezing them, massaging them as her…

There was a knock at the bathroom door. She lived in a five bedroom house with her mother and father, her brother, and sister, and the house had two full bathrooms in addition to the master, there was no reason for anyone to…

“Shay, mom wanted me to remind you that Dad and James left this morning for their backpacking trip, and she’ll need your help with the garden on Sunday.”

“Uh,” Shay hadn’t realized that her hand had snaked down between her legs and that she’d been… “Okay, thanks Sara.”

Sara was the youngest and less than a year out of college, living back home while she interned, while Shay had moved back in to save money for a house. Her parents were thrilled to have all the kids back home, including James who didn’t really live at home, but who may as well have since he barely knew how to do laundry and was even worse in the kitchen.

“How was yesterday? How was being hypnotized?”

Sara’s cheerful voice, and her bouncy energy was something Shay had always been a little jealous of, she’d always been serious, and self-aware, and anxious, but Sara moved through life like water.

Shay was distracted by her own tits. They didn’t look bigger, but they felt fuller. She felt more aware of them, how they looked there, naked, because she didn’t sleep in a bra and hadn’t bothered to dress before walking across the hall to the bathroom. Her fingers, still went from her own juices moved up to a nipple, “It was, um, I’m getting in the shower, it was good.”

Shay stopped listening and turned on the faucet in the tub.

She normally would have shaved her pits, but just the feel of her stubble felt right, and it felt good. The water washed over her and she snaked her hand back between her legs to finish what she’d started. There were not thoughts and no fantasies, just the warm glow she’d woken up with, just the absence of everything else, including herself.

As she came, she felt like she was more than herself, that who she was wasn’t just erased or gone, but that the warming light that made everything disappear was actually bringing her closer to something greater something beautiful. And in the light, in the golden warmth, Shay thought she felt Dr. S’s presence.

But Shay didn’t remember, or feel, or understand any of what happened in the shower, or in the moments between waking up and turning the hot water off. She woke again, differently, slowly, and more completely as she toweled off, and felt warm, happy, and optimistic. Yes her mind was still busy, yes the anxiety was creeping at the edges, like darkness around a camp fire, but she was fine and she had the tools to face her life.

“Oh, so Doctor Es is very talented, and she really understood me,” she’d remembered that Connie wanted to know about her hypnosis session, and she felt some kind of impression that her sister had said something else, but it had taken her mom reiterating it and asking her oldest daughter to be available on Sunday before she remembered. Then, with a certainty she wasn’t used to having she told her mom she was free and would be happy to help with the garden. “It was really good, and I feel so good I hardly remember why I even needed to see her. If you’re interested, she does a firsts session free, and she can probably see you early next week. I can’t tell you how amazing our session was.”

That was a lie.

It was a lie of intent.

Shay couldn’t find the words or the memories, or the ability to really talk about her time with Dr. S but when Sara asked, the words came out on their own, over-selling how effective the session was, hiding the strange, confused, and chaotic feelings inside Shay’s mind. But it didn’t matter, Dr. S was a fantastic hypnotist, and she would tell any women that asked.

“Doctor Es is a fantastic hypnotist, Sara, you would love her, and love to session with her.”

Sara drank her coffee and laughed at her sister, “Are you sure she didn’t hypnotize you to say that?”

Shay’s sister made the joke with a  grin that got wider and wider in the telling, like it was the funniest thing in the world, and Shay answered before she could even think of what she was saying. “Doctor Es is a serious professional Sara, and she would never do anything like that.”

Her tone was lighter than her words, clearly indicating that she knew her sister was making a joke, but the need to defend Dr. S was too strong to keep down. Shay knew it had to be because of her own insecurity. She knew she had to defend what she was choosing to do, especially because no matter how much she said it worked, she still didn’t feel like it did as much as she said.

“I feel so much better from just one session, and…” The words were just coming on their own, but she saw the clock out of the corner of her eye. “Shit, I’m running late, I have to go.”

Sara had been sitting there across the table from her, and she’d started to just nod along with Shay, her eyes softening and her shoulders loosening, but Shay hadn’t realized it until she was half way to work. She really had been running late, but it wasn’t that important, and the sudden awareness of the time had helped her escape the strange look she and her sister had been falling into.

Now as Shay sat at her desk and found herself getting lost in her work, everything was easy and quiet and effective. Everything in her mind, and at work made sense, and she wasn’t worried about anything professionally. It was so easy for her to do her job, and to focus on her success and her well earned confidence, she felt like a different person.

She felt like Dr. S had…

“Hi, Shay, did you want to…”

Cassie’s voice made Shay turn around in her chair, and then suddenly need to stretch. She reached her arms up in the air and arched her back a bit, and as she did, Cassie’s voice trailed off for a second. “That’s… that’s a different look for you.”

Shay hadn’t thought about what she’d chosen to wear, not really, but realized that Cassie was looking at her exposed, stubbly pits. Shay was wearing a sleeveless, blue silk blouse and a knee length black skirt, and knew she looked good, but hadn’t thought about her unshaved armpits being on display.

Her stubble had grown in thicker than she’d remembered it, and faster than before, and thought that must have been what Cassie was staring at. And why shouldn’t the slender, petite redhead. There was something so natural and beautiful about the natural look.

“Oh, well, you know yesterday I went to see that hypnotherapist, and I had this realization that there’s something really beautiful about the natural look, don’t you think? I saw her receptionist and she looked so happy, so happy and content without having to shave, and Doctor S was the same way, and it just got me thinking. And I think, Cassie, that it’s so freeing to just let the hair grow. Hair is beautiful after all, and you have such beautiful hair, I know you understand.”

Cassie just stood there in the doorway staring at Shay’s exposed pits, nodding along with every word. Her brown eyes were fluttering and her jaw was loose, and it looked like she was confused about what she was hearing, lost in Shay’s words.

“Come here Cassie, take a closer look.” Shay didn’t know why she said what she said, but it was so much easier to just feel the words come out than to think about what to say, or pick her words.

Cassie walked into the office and closed the door behind her, unprompted, , “I was… lunch…” The redhead’s voice was soft and small, her thoughts incomplete as she stared past Shay’s piercing gaze and at the stubble in her pits.

“It’s okay, Cassie, just look a little bit closer, see how nice, and comfortable it looks.” Something like an instinctual or genetic memory was taking over Shay’s mind, and she felt Cassie’s focus and energy just pouring into her and filling her up. She felt Cassie losing herself as she stared, and seeing her like that, placid and compliant, not her usual fierce and bossy self, Shay felt heat between her legs and a strange, pleasant tickle in her armpits.

Cassie walked over to Shay and stood before her, staring at her pits, eyes focusing and un-focusing, the corners of her mouth twitching ever so slightly, trying to make words, or change her expression.

‘Cassie, it’s okay,” Shay’s voice didn’t even sound like her own, but she didn’t care in the moment. She felt small, but massive, like a gain of sand on the beach that knew it was part of something more. “Just look into my eyes now, look deep into my eyes and tell me what you see.”

Shay lowered her arms as she spoke, and that made Cassie’s confused face relax, and she shook her head for a second, “Wow, I… I think I really need lunch Shay, I’m sorry I…”

“We can go wherever you want today, but can you please just look deep into my eyes first like I asked you to?” Cassie’s confusion had spread into Shay at that moment as well, but the voice that was speaking through her kept going. Still, it inflected her question, her command.

“Did you ask me… to…” Shay looked deep into Cassie’s eyes, and the redhead met her gaze, “Oh, your eyes are….”

Shay stood up and took Cassie’s hands in her own, “That’s it, just look deeply into my eyes, and tell me what you see now.”

“I… eyes… I… eyes… so pretty…”

Cassie’s energy, her harmony, was flowing through her hands, and Shay felt like she was touching the beautiful younger woman’s soul. He soft, freckled skin was flawless, and softly pale, and while she wasn’t very curvaceous, she dressed perfectly for her body and everything about her looked beautiful and desirable. Cassie was always the center of male attention in the office, and now she had all of Shay’s attention. Now Shay could feel the heat of all those men’s hungry looks radiating off of Cassie’s skin like she was a battery for lust, and the energy, the heat, and the closeness was making Shay even hotter.

But Cassie was wrong.

Her energy was discordant, and the voice, the memory, the collective instinct inside Shay started to retreat, leaving her alone with her friend.

“Just… oh god, what am I doing… just Cassie… just tell me what you see in my eyes.” But Shay knew, she could see her eyes reflecting in Cassie’s, she could see the spinning, spiraling black and white reflecting back at her. Reflecting and twisting, twisting and catching…

“Pretty eyes, I see pretty eyes.” Cassie’s voice was soft and dreamy.

It was easy to dream in the spiral, “Pretty like you Cassie.”

“Pretty like me.”
            “Yes Cassie, pretty like you.”

“Pretty eyes, pretty like me?”

“Yes Cassie,” Shay saw the spirals swirling around and round, “pretty like you. You’re in my pretty eyes.”

“I’m in your eyes.”

“You’re all I can see Cassie.”

“I’m all you can see Shay.”

Shay was enthralled by the reflection of her own spiraling eyes, and Cassie’s voice was so soft, repeating Shay’s words back to her, mindlessly echoing the softness in Shay’s own voice, while inside Shay’s mind, she was lost and confused, and didn’t know what was happening, or what she was doing.

“Cassie,” there was one thing she needed to see though, “take off your top please, pretty girl.”

The words came o her, finally coming from the deep instinct she’d felt, then lost, and the words felt like her body did when she was with someone, reaching between their legs, getting ready to have them, or be had by them. It was primal.

“Take off your top, and show me your armpits.”

Still staring into Shay’s eyes, Cassie’s hands moved on their own, pulling her thin, black long sleeved top off, revealing her small but beautiful breasts in an simple black bra, and her hairless pits.

She kept Cassie trapped in her spiraling gaze, and had to fight against the reflection pulling her in, pulling her down, dangerously close to the echoing loop she was just in, almost losing herself to her own repeated words.

Her hands slid up Cassie’s ribs, and the redhead moaned softly, then Shay felt her hairless armpits, before breaking eye contact to sniff them softly, and even lick both of them in turn. “You are not a master, you are a slave.”

The words came from the same unknown, unknowable place, the same secret knowledge that had been flittering through her all day, “You are not to be one, you are to serve all.”

Shay felt right saying the words, but she didn’t feel like herself, and without a word, walked over to lock her office door, then pulled Cassie’s face into her armpit, stroking the back of her head for minute as the redhead breathed her in, then  pushed her down to her knees in front of Shay’s office chair.

Topless, entranced, and intoxicated, Cassie was nothing more than a warm and willing mouth that licked, and sucked, and cleaned Shay’s soaking vagina in her office. Shay felt herself bonding with Cassie. She felt the slave being bound to the master, and it felt like…

Memories of Spirala’s office returned to her. The sexual encounters with the hypnotist, the spiraling eyes and breasts, the pungent, powerful essence of her, and then the receptionist in the bathroom, who felt like Spirala, but different. Cassie had done this before, and as she served Shay’s pussy, her incredibly wet pussy, her eyes stayed searching up for Shay’s spiraling eyes.

One gushing, squirting, wet orgasm ripped from Shay’s body, and she silently held her pleasure in as Cassie drank her down, then collapsed in a heap on the floor, eyes closed, body loose and limp

Slowly, Shay started to gather her wits about her, trying to use what was in her mind to know what to do next, but after she came, she was alone.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” she stood up then knelt down by Cassie, “Cassie, Cassie? Are you awake? Are you in there, are you…” The redhead had a blissful smile on her face, and half opened her eyes.

“Mmmmm, huh… what happenemmm to me?”

Things were leaking out of Shay’s mind and memory.

Forget, I can make her forget.

“Cassie, open your eyes and look into my eyes okay? Just look into my eyes, forget what happened, get dressed, and remember why you came into my office okay? Do what you’re told slave.” You are not one of us, you are a slave, I am a master. “Do what your better commands.”

It happened automatically, and as Cassie obeyed, Shay started to feel a strange, powerful connection to her. It felt like a piece of Shay, some tendril of her psyche was connecting them, and as she focused on it, like a tentacle with suckers attaching to Cassie’s very essence, she felt more of herself reaching out and latching on.

It took less than a thought, unspoken now, to make Cassie obey, and to change everything in Cassie’s mind. She was a blank slate now as the tentacles of psychic power latched on and squeezed tighter.

But Shay had to stop, and break the connection, because she couldn’t be herself. She couldn’t be present and in the moment as she bound Cassie to her, and time and reality would escape her completely if she didn’t get back into her body and her own existence.

“Hi Shay, I was thinking of going to the new Vietnamese place for lunch, do you want to try it with me?”

Cassie sounded like herself. She sounded normal, and regular, and like nothing had happened, but Shay could hear the difference. She could hear something missing from Cassie, and as she looked at the beautiful redhead, she could feel parts of the girl, her friend, her coworker, being consumed and drained on a psychic level.

What have I done?

            Why do I care about a slave when I am a master?

            What happened to me?

            What am I?

“Hi Shay, “ my name is Shay, I am Shay, I am… “do you have a second?”

It was late, later that Shay realized, and she was lying in bed, staring, staring at the ceiling for… had she been staring at the ceiling? Or was she looking into the light? The warm, golden light that shoe alone in the darkness, in the endless black sea of oblivion where no stars shone, only the one light at the beginning, at the…

Sara walked into Shay’s room, after knocking, and Shay looked up, away from the past, was it the past? What is time? Who am I?

“Uh, um,” Shey stretched her arms over her head, then rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her arm, feeling her tank top clinging to her chest, the fabric teasing against her sensitive nipples.

Why are they so sensitive?

“Yeah, sure Sara, what’s up?”

Sara closed the door behind her, her eyes, drawn down to Shay’s chest in a moment of confusion, then, Shay felt it, to her pits, and something moved her other arm behind her head, showing both pits to her sister. Her sister who was looking distracted and confused, almost dazed by…

“What did it feel like?”

Sara’s jaw loosened as she spoke, her eyes unfocusing as the words came out, “What did hypnotherapy feel like?”

“You could go and find out first hand.” That wasn’t what Shay would have said to her sister, not at first at least, but she needed her sister to know… to go.. to… join in the…

“I know, but like,” she seemed like there was something quiet behind her eyes, something absent, or at least disarmed. “What does it feel like to be hypnotized?”

Bring her to us, bring her into us!

Finally, the impulse had words, finally it made sense and took on a clear directive that was beyond primal, unknowable impulse.

NO! Don’t tell her…

“It was very calming, and deeply affecting. I feel so much better, and it’s so simple too. You just focus…” Shay felt herself lying, and found her voice betraying her in its tone and its content. “And relax…” And she saw her sister staring at her armpits, “and it just happens. It’s so nice, because all you have to do is go along with it, and just feel it happening to you. Doesn’t that sound amazing? A deep relaxation that can just change your life?”

As Shay’s voice spoke words that weren’t her own, working against what Shay wanted, her eyes saw Sara’s eyes getting softer and more distant, and her jaw loosen and her shoulders starting to slump. Sara’s chin started to drop as her eyelids fluttered, before she softly nodded her answer to Shay’s question.

All of it happened so rapidly that when Sara said, “Mom’s interested too. We can’t sop talking about it,” Shay didn’t realize she’d also started to nod along with her sister.

“That’s good. I will speak to Dr. Es about both of you. She would love to meet you. She could even come here, maybe even tomorrow.”

The idea came to her like a beam of light, and she felt certain, whole, and complete, and certain.

Sara’s placid face smiled softly, “That sounds great… Shay? Are you boobs getting bigger?”

The question, the thought that came from the top of her sister’s mind, Shay felt that more than knew it, made her move her own hands to her breasts, causing her to close her armpits as she felt the strangely larger masses of her breasts.

“Yes, I… uh…” Sara blinked and her eyes sharpened as Shay’s mind felt cloudy and soft, soft and full just like Spirala’s breasts… breasts like… “I don’t know, I think maybe hormones or something. I’m going to uh… go get refitted tomorrow while… while… that would be a perfect time for Doctor Es to come and talk to you and mom.”

“Yeah…” Sara looked confused and disoriented. “Um, sure, I’ll talk to mom.”

The light came through Shay’s mind again, “You look very tired Sara,” Shay stood up and stretched her arms over her head, revealing her pits again. “Why don’t you just go to sleep, and I’ll talk to mom.”

Sara’s eyes dimmed again, and five minutes later Shay was back in her bed, her mother and sister excited about a visit form Doctor Es, who Shay already knew would be there. Still she called the office number and was surprised to hear a warm, familiar voice that only said, “Yes, it will be done” then silence.

Silence.

She fell into silence, her eyes unfocused, staring into the golden light, the one light in the infinite dark. She slid her fingers between her legs as she started to massage her swollen breasts with her other hand, and wished Cassie was in her bed, or at least kneeling by it to please her.

When Cassie left the office, the day started to compress and time and self lost all meaning. Things simply were, and they were both impossibly fast and incredibly slow, everything happening simultaneously, and not at all. Shay felt like she blinked her eyes and her day was over, all while sensing the strange, erotic confusion that filled Cassie’s experiences.

The men she had seen in the office had either ignored her, or when she spoke to them, incredibly obliging and… obedient? As she stared into the light, Shay thought about them. They had felt like shallow water, like tide pools on the beach, whatever was inside them was there by happenstance, and her eyes saw through them, down to their cores. The ones who spoke to her had no choice but to please her, or at least oblige her wishes, but they were neither master nor slave, they were just… things.

Alien, different, insubstantial… things.

Not people.

Not people?

            Human, but not person.

            What am I?

She repeated the words “I am Shay” to herself over and over until she fell asleep, her body insatiable under her own touch, still caressing herself, still thinking of Cassie’s subservience, and still telling herself her own name over and over until the golden light swallowed her whole.

“Hi Deena, thank you for seeing me today, as you can see I’ve…”

Deena had fit Shay several times for her bras, and was something between a bar tender and a friend to her now. And now she was back to see Deena, since her breasts had grown to Spirala’s size over the last two days.

“How did you go up a cup size? I’ve never….”

The simple white sports bra Shay had forced herself into, because her other bras were even more uncomfortable, was the only thing Shay had on from the waist up, and as Shay slowly took it off, she made a point to stretch her arms up over her head as her tits fell heavy and free.

“I don’t know how this happened,” that was a lie, she did, or at least she felt it, felt the truth of it. Even her face had changed slightly, taking on just a slight change, a subtle, angular shift. She saw a little bit of Spirala in her face, not a familial resemblance, but an impression of her, nothing compared to the change in her breasts.

“I think it must just be hormones, some result of stress or…” Shay was of two minds now. Of two, actually separate and conflicting minds. She knew she was physically uncomfortable and needed new bras. She knew, in her human way that what happened to her seemed crazy. And more so, she knew she was caught in something beyond belief, but as real as she knew it was, she had to fight it, argue with it, and find reason and rational to overcome it.

In her human mind she felt like she was trying to escape a dream, something on the verge of a nightmare.

But the golden light at the edge of the darkness was the other part of her, feeding her words, teaching her how to use her voice, energy moving through her body, filling her, and moving her as needed, as one. One of the many, one of the most, one whose body could be like tendrils reaching out to the….

“Shay?” She heard Deena take a deep breath in through her nose, “Your breast…”

Deena was an attractive woman about Shay’s age. She was taller than Shay, and with fewer curves, but she had beautiful, long legs, and naturally straight, long, strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. She had briefly been a model before moving into the bra business at the boutique Shay went to.

“I know,” Shay felt the need to keep her arms up, waiting for Deena to start to measure her. “They really did just…”

Deena was breathing slowly and deeply through her nose, and her head was lulling softly from side to side, her lips parted. “Spinning…”

“Spinning Deena?” Shay couldn’t be shocked, she couldn’t make her voice reflect how she wanted to feel. The other part of her had wanted to just encourage Deena, whatever she said or noticed, but Shay didn’t know what that was. Instead, she managed to repeat just a few of the words that wanted to flow out of her.

Deena’s arms were down by her sides, and as Shay tilted her head slightly and looked into Deena’s eyes, she saw the hint of spirals, the reflection of swirling black and white spirals.

Without a word, she put her hand on the back of Deena’s head, and pulled her face into her armpit. “Breathe me in. Taste me. Lick my stubble.”

You are not a master.

            You are not a slave.

            You are blank. You are a blank, but you can be one or the other.
            You are not, as we, as what you are, ready for her. Leave her.

Shay’s voice, which was the voice, or the voice that became her own, fell silent after that.

“I’m sorry Deena, I don’t know what to do.” Shay’s own voice, her own words, and her own will came out of her as the Blank gently, yet desperately licked at her stubble. The Blank, Deena, was absorbing the Golden Light from her. It was draining away the light at the edge of the darkness, it was absorbing Spirala’s presence, and it was making Shay’s knees buckle.

Deena’s hand moved up to Shay’s other armpit, and slowly started to finger it, like it was her pussy. Shay was getting weak on her feet and dizzy., and had to take Deena’s head in both hands then push it away from her, “Look at my tits Deena, please, look at my tits and tell me what you see.”

Deena’s glassy, clear blue eyes, eyes that were no longer reflecting spirals, but starting to have them form in her own pupils, blinked, “Big, spiraling breasts.”

“What kind of spirals Deena?” Shay was fighting, to hold on to the light inside her, and trying to let it go, and so doing neither. But she was afraid that if Deena took it, absorbed it, she would pull Shay’s human self into her as well.

“Hyp… hypnotizing… spirals… big breasts…”

“Yes… yes that’s right Deena. Hypnotizing spirals that are…” Shit… fuck… shit… what do I… Shay was so wet, so undeniably wet, and the feeling of Deena’s saliva on her skin was sending exploding, erotic impulses through her body that were pure sexual pleasure that felt nothing like sex.

“They are hypnotizing you Deena. You’re hypnotized by me. Hypnotized into forgetting…” All Shay wanted was to… Life as humans knew it was not the sum of life. Life of the human, who traveled through only physical space, but whose females, held the transient soul space, existing with or without the male’s biological quickening…

Strains of the golden light, threads of truth were being separated out from the whole, pieces of understanding were humming from beyond Shay’s physical existence down through…

When had Deena started to finger her?

How had she slid her hand up Shay’s skirt and under her panties. The connection, the fingering, and then Deena’s tongue finding its way back to her armpit left Shay helpless in the fitting room.

She found the golden thread, the light matrix of collected truth and memory of the people who dwelled around the last star in the furthest reaches of the universe. They were… were…

“Deena,” Shay had to push the woman away again, “you are hypnotized, so you have to obey me.”

It was silly, but it worked.

“You’re going to forget all about this. You’re going to forget I was here, and just remember that I had to cancel with you today. Now go take a nap, and don’t wake up until I leave.”

Deena complied, and Shay quickly dressed and forced herself to leave.

She had to get home. To either stop Spirala and save her family, or get the answerers she needed.

What was the golden light, and what were these aliens that she was becoming a part of?

What role did actual hypnosis play in everything?

Why did she seem to have powers far beyond what Spirala used?

What about armpit hair, and saliva?

And more than anything…

How do I make this stop? If I even want to?