The door to the hotel room shut behind her and Molly flipped the privacy lock before heading into the main section of the room.  She set her purse down on the bed and stopped, staring at the tablet propped against the pillows.  She stepped out of her shoes as she went over and picked it up, wondering if one of the housekeeping staff had left it.  Swiping a finger to unlock the device, it opened to a paused video of what looked like the hotel room.  She sat on the edge of the bed and pushed play.

The camera moved until a woman was visible, sitting on the bed, her hands in her lap.  Her face was just out of frame.  It was an odd camera angle, and Molly frowned, taking in the black skirt and white top the woman wore.  They looked familiar.  A man came into the frame, walking in front of the woman and disrupting Molly's thoughts.  His face wasn't visible, either.  "Very good," he said in soft, melodic voice.  "Very good, darling.  Now, take a deep breath in for me.  Hold it for a second.  And let it out, going deeper as you do.  Very good.  Again, deep breath in."

Molly found herself breathing in time with the woman in the video.  In as he said, holding out, and out as he said, repeated over and over.  She felt herself relaxing as she did so, her focus on the screen.  The woman's torso was slumping a little, clearly relaxed, her hair hiding her face as her head bowed.

"One more time, darling, that's it, deep breath in, hold it... and out, deeper and deeper.  Very good, darling.  Now, recite for me, down to your current level, darling."

It took a few moments before the woman responded.  The man moved so he sat next to her on the bed, his face still cut by the top of the frame.  His hand came up to slowly stroke down the woman's back, and Molly felt like it stroked down her back, too.

"Hotel.  Yankee.  Papa.  November.  Oscar.  Over."  Each word was slurred slightly.  

"Good darling girl."  The woman on the screen gave a breathy moan, and Molly felt a throb of arousal deep inside her.  The man stroked down the woman's back again and Molly's back tingled with the phantom touch.  "Very good.  Now, darling, just listen to my voice, let it take you deeper and deeper, focused only on my voice, taking you deeper and deeper, to that place where my voice is all you hear, every other noise fades away.  Focused only on my voice and the device in your hands, focus, deeper, focus deeper."

Molly shoulders relaxed, watching the device in her hands, listening to the man speak.  The noises in the hall of people passing were background to her, nothing was more important than the man's voice.

"That's right, darling, you're doing well.  Deeper and deeper, no need to think, no need to question, just going deeper and deeper.  Good darling girl."

Both Molly and the woman moaned.  Molly felt herself clench inside, aroused and wanting, just from the man's voice.

"Recite for me down to your current level, darling."

Molly found herself whispering along with the woman, not thinking.  "Hotel.  Yankee.  Papa.  November.  Oscar.  Tango.  India.  Zulu.  Over."  

"Good darling girl."  

Molly gasped as her arousal flared higher, hips moving on the bed, eyes still focused on the screen.

"Good darling girl."

Moans echoed in the room, both Molly's and the woman's.  Molly saw the woman was moving her hips as well, her breathing coming faster as she made breathy little whines that matched Molly's.

"Deeper and deeper, even as your arousal climbs higher and higher," the man was saying.  "All your senses focused on me, darling, all on me, deeper and deeper, no need to think, no need to do anything but listen to me and respond.  Deeper and deeper.  My hand stroking down your back takes you deeper, my voice takes you deeper.  Deep breath in," he said, and Molly took a deep breath as the woman on the screen did.  "Good, hold it for a moment, now breath out, letting everything go.  Nothing matters other than my voice.  Another deep breath."

Molly took a deep breath, held it, and released it on the man's command.

"Very good, darling.  Very good.  Deeper and deeper.  Recite for me down to your current level, darling."

"Hotel.  Yankee.  Papa.  November.  Oscar.  Tango.  India.  Zulu.  Echo.  Delta.  Over," Molly said aloud, matching the woman on the screen.  She didn't question, she just responded, as he told her to.  She had to respond.

"Good darling girl."

Molly's breath caught at the stab of arousal, close to the edge, not enough to put her over it.

"Closer and closer, all your senses focused on me as you are so close.  So close.  You can feel your orgasm hovering just out of your reach, can't you, good darling girl?"

A sob escaped Molly's throat as she shuddered under the spike in arousal, clit throbbing and inner walls clenching.  She needed to come, but couldn't, yet.

The man leaned in, whispering something into the woman's ear.  She gasped, body stiffening as she moaned, clearly caught in the throes of a powerful orgasm.  She gasped and whined, the man still whispering into her ear.  Molly's body responded, aching for an orgasm that was just out of reach.  She could only watch, focused on the device in her hand, as the woman came again and again.  Finally, she slumped, panting heavily.  The man kept whispering in her ear, and Molly strained to hear his voice, but heard nothing.  

The man picked the woman up and gently laid her down on the bed, her face still out of frame.  He whispered in her ear a bit more, then turned and walked toward the camera.  He leaned down and looked directly into it.  Before Molly could react, the man smiled.  "Good darling girl, Molly."  Molly sobbed aloud as she throbbed again, desperate to come.  "Focus on me, Molly, darling.  That's right."  Molly stared into his eyes, only seeing them, not acknowledging the voice in the back of her mind that was trying to tell her something - it wasn't important at the moment.  "Molly, darling, come."

Molly exploded in orgasm, vision blanking as wave after wave of intense pleasure flowed through her.  She gripped the tablet tightly, gasping for breath in between each wave, before she heard the man telling her to come, and she did again, unable to resist crying out as her body jerked in response to the pleasure crashing through her.  She lost track of time, her world narrowed to the voice of the man on the screen saying "Molly, darling, come," and the intense orgasms that followed.

Panting hard as the pleasure faded, Molly stayed as she was, eyes closed, tablet in her hand.  "Molly, darling, look at me," the man said.  Her eyes opened and she looked at the man on the screen, his features blurry, but that wasn't important.

"Molly, darling, listen to me carefully.  When I snap my fingers, I want you to set the tablet on the bed, stand up, go to the connecting door in your room and unlock it.  You will knock twice on the door, take two steps backward, and then wait, is that clear?"

"Yes," Molly said aloud, responding to the question asked, even if her subconscious mind didn't realize the man wouldn't hear her.

"When I snap my fingers, what will you do?"

"Put the tablet on the bed, stand up, go to the connecting door in my room and unlock it.  I will knock twice, take two steps backward, and wait."

"Very good, Molly."  He smiled at her, and raised his hand.

*SNAP!*

Molly set the tablet on the bed and stood, walking over to the connecting door.  She unlocked it and knocked twice, then took two steps backward.  She didn't know how long it was until the door slowly opened.  

The man from the screen shut the door behind him, smiling at her.  "Good darling girl."

Molly inhaled sharply as need washed through her at the phrase.  The man reached out and stroked her hair.  "Molly, darling, reflection."

Molly blinked, coming out of her trance, memories rushing back at the trigger phrase.  She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, he leaned in and whispered, "Molly, darling, come."

Her knees buckled as orgasm hit her again, and she choked out gasps of pleasure.  The man held her up, leading her over to the bed and helping her sit, whispering into her ear, causing her to come again and again.

Finally, he let her come down from her orgasm, but leaned in, his mouth against her ear.  "Molly, darling, sleep."

Her eyes slammed shut and her body went limp.  She was vaguely aware of him helping her lie back on the bed before all awareness faded.

Molly blinked her eyes open and stretched, stopping when she saw the man on the other bed, memories rushing back in.  "Oh, you bastard!" she exclaimed.

On the other bed, her fiancé Jack grinned.  "Didn't you enjoy it?" he asked, holding up the tablet, showing the woman lying on the bed.  Her, Molly remembered.  That woman was her.  "You certainly did last night."

"God," Molly said.  She had enjoyed it last night, letting Jack put her into trance the long way around, knowing he was recording it.  "You told me that you wanted to show me what I looked like while under, you didn't say you were going to be putting me under with the video!"

"That was your idea, Molly, remember? Your fantasy, to be hypnotized while watching a video of someone else being hypnotized, and responding to the video as if you were the person on the video?  I just expanded on that."  He looked at her seriously, setting the tablet down.  "You did enjoy that?"

"God, yes," Molly replied.  "That was… at the start I thought the woman's outfit looked familiar, but then you started talking, and I wasn't concentrating on anything else but what you were saying.  I didn't even think about the fact that I was responding to you.  I… wow, I didn't even think I was in trance or had ever been hypnotized before.  You didn't just do that last night," she said.

Jack laughed.  "I started planting the seeds when you told me about the conference," he said.  "I figured this would be the perfect time to spring it on you, what with being in an unfamiliar area, you wouldn't think this was our room, and I could work on new triggers that you wouldn't remember."

"I should be so pissed at you," Molly said, "but god that was hot."

"You want to watch it now, see what you look like?" Jack asked, getting up and moving next to her, handing her the tablet.

"Sure," Molly said, hitting play on the video.

As it started, Jack leaned in.  "Molly, darling, screenshot."

She gasped, but then her focus narrowed to the woman, matching her breathing, and going back into trance with her.