Madi

"Walker trial, interview two-A." I set the phone on the coffee table and sipped my tea. "So, you want to go first, or should I?"

Scott was hunched on the opposite end of the couch, hands clasped between his knees, fixated on a spot on the living room carpet. He hadn't met my eyes once since we'd sat down. He let out a long breath. "I will. I'm still… processing. It's been a long day."

"Whenever you're ready. As much as you can remember."

"Okay, so, I'm working at the bar last night. Erin's there one a date with some guy, a first date. Derek or something."

"Like she was showing off in front of you? Wanting to make you jealous?"

"Nothing like that. Erin doesn't… didn't like me that way, not then. We'd made out once, but it never went past that. She never brought it up. It's just something she does when she knows I'm working, knows I'll give her free drinks."

"She does this every time you're working and she's not?"

"I mean, not every time. Usually it's her and her roommate, maybe with some friends, sometimes just her and a book. But a lot, yeah."

I give a little snort-laugh. "Scott…"

He turns his head. "What?"

"Nothing," I say, then mutter, "you knob." He focuses on the carpet again, oblivious. "Go on."

"So, last call. Erin comes up to get one more round. We take a couple shots, I ask her how the date's going, she says she's planning to take Devin or whatever home with her. Like, might as well, not like she's got anything better, right? And I'd caught her looking at me a couple times, and right then she looked kind of… resigned, I guess? So I figure, why the fuck not, and I lean in like we've got a secret, I lower my voice and I say, 'Why don't you take me home instead?', or something like that."

"Scott. Did you ask her, or did you tell her?"

"I… I told her."

"I need you to think hard. Try to remember exactly what you told her," I said. "A-and do the… the voice. For the… the recording, of course."

Scott closed his eyes. "I said… You could always take me home instead."

I felt that familiar current rush through me. My pussy twitched. "What did Erin do?" I asked.

"She looked kind of… lost for a second, then took the pints and went back to the table."

I was silent, thinking.

"I didn't mean to do it!" Scott protested. "I didn't even know I could do it. It was just a joke!"

"You didn't connect it to what had happened before, back in the spring, with Lily?"

"Not at first. But then every time I looked over, I catch her watching me. Her date's just going on and on, looking at his phone half the time. Then all of a sudden she pounds her drink and takes off for the bathroom. The date's on his phone, talking pretty loud, ordering a taxi. He was a little drunk, but it was like he wanted me to hear him."

"And you're thinking…?"

"I'm thinking, alright, so that's it. She's taking him home. Oh well. Then she comes out of the bathroom, disheveled looking, and she and the date start fighting. It starts out almost like that whisper-shouting thing that people do, he's looking at me, then her, back and forth. Now he's shouting for real. He finishes his drink, bangs his glass on the table, and storms out. Kicks the, what do you call it, the brass thing at the bottom of the door?"

"Kickplate."

"The kickplate. Erin's all calm through the whole thing. She pokes her head out the door, tells the bouncer he can take off, then locks up. Comes over to the the bar, real slow, like she's showing off. Like she knew how good she looked."

"How's that? How did she look?"

"It was her date night, so, y'know. Wanting to get some. I'd always thought she was sexy, but this, this was something else. She had on this tight black skirt, a green silk button up blouse. It was mostly undone, and Erin's got pretty big t–" He stopped himself. "Her breasts are pretty big, and she's almost spilling out…"

"You can say tits, mate." I said, turning up my accent.

"Yeah, so, she runs a hand through her hair – she's a redhead – and she'd just gotten it cut short, so now it's kinda messy. She looked…" Scott trailed off.

"Keep going."

"… like she'd just been fucked," he finished. "I blink, and she's right there. She grabs my tie and pulls me toward her and starts kissing me."

"You didn't tell her to? With your voice? Say, Kiss me or whatever?"

Scott shook his head. "This was all her. It went on for… I don't know, minutes?"

My thoughts wandered back to that time in the elevator a few weeks ago, the first time I'd kissed him. How his lips were soft, gentle yet insistent. How he'd cradled the back of my head in one hand, the other teasing the hem of my sweatshirt. How his tongue–

I stopped the recording. "Show me," I said, pulling my shirt over my head and casting it aside. My nipples were painfully hard against my bra, and I yearned for his lips on them. "Show me how you kissed her."

"But what about the interview?"

"Fuck that thing. We'll finish it later." I scooted closer. He wasn't wearing a tie, so I grabbed him by the collar and brought him close. "I need this now."

Scott started to lean in, but I put my fingertips on his chest. He pulled back, confused.

"I want you to tell me to do it," I said. "Say it. Say my name. This is for–"

"Madhuri? Madi? Kiss me."

My thoughts fled. My eyes slid closed.

"So yeah. Something like that," Scott said. It was several minutes later when we managed to separate.

"Fuck me, you're good at that," I said. My cunt throbbed, swimming with heat. "You taste so… so goddamned…"

"Madi? You okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah," I said, my head clearing. I hit record again. "So, what next?"

"I mean, pretty much what I did with you the last time I was here. She wanted me to talk dirty to her in that voice, tell her do do things. Erin's pretty headstrong, normally. Always, really, but last night she was so… submissive. She was touching herself, getting off on it, rubbing her pussy, pinching her nipples…"

My hands came up, mimicking Erin's actions in my mind. I was so wet, imagining how she must have felt…

"Madi? Hello?"

"Hm?" I mumbled.

"I said, do you want me to do it now? Do you want me to use my voice? Show you how I talked to her?"

YES! my body screamed. "No," I said reluctantly, my hands slowing but not stopping. "Not now. Finish your story."

"That's pretty much it, for that part. Her eyes were closed, and she was saying all this stuff, how she wanted to feel my cock in her, wanted to cum on my cock, wanted me to cum in her. She made herself cum without me even touching her. Just from me talking. She practically dragged me upstairs after that. We took off our clothes and sat and talked for a while, and then she started asking me questions."

"About?"

Scott sighed. "About what's going on, all these changes. Erin's really fucking smart. She knew something was up. She'd had a little bit of a crush before last night, but this was different. I was different. She'd noticed all these changes, and she called me on it. Nobody else had noticed. We talked, and she kept playing with herself, making herself cum again and again. And then…"

"And then?"

"She got in front of me, started sucking my dick. She asked me, and I told her." He sighed again. "Everything. About you, the elevator, the… the science."

"All of it?" I asked.

He nodded. "Complete honesty."

"Fuck me. That's a lot to take in."

He smiled. "Erin said the same thing."

"How'd she take it?"

"That's the strange part. She didn't seem to mind, you, me, any of it. She… wanted it, even. For me to keep telling her to do things."

"Scott? I… I want that too. Tell me what you told her. What you told her to do, so she'd suck your cock."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. I want to see if I can resist it."

"Madi. Suck my cock."

Lust. Heat. That detached, floaty feeling. I stood, and my knees went weak. I knelt, reaching for his trousers and pulling them around his ankles, followed by his boxers. His thick, hard cock swayed in front of me, pulsing with his heartbeat, and I watched as my hand reached for it and I–

No. I pushed the feelings down and rose to my feet.

"Hey, you did it," Scott said.

"It wasn't…" I began, my voice trembling. I swallowed. "It wasn't easy. I want you so bad right now. But we can't. We need to keep going. Take off the rest of your clothes."

"What are we –"

"Scott, honey, shh." I crossed my arms, slipping my fingers under my sports bra and bringing it over my head. I shook my hair out, then bent to take down my underwear. I felt Scott's eyes on my body as I straightened up and adjusted my glasses. I stepped out of my panties and held one breast in each hand, presenting them to him, the way I imagined Erin had done. I bounced them a little, feeling their weight. They were so fucking big now, so heavy. I lifted one and bent to lick the nipple, watching Scott through my lashes.

"Thoughts?" I said.

"A few. You are so fucking sexy, Madi." His cock looked even harder. A drop of precum glistened on the tip.

"Flatterer." I smirked. Another twitch. "I know."

"But why are you–"

I straddled his lap, rubbing my pussy on his bare cock.

"I thought we weren't going to fuck," he said.

"We aren't. We're not there yet." I kissed him for a few seconds and ground my clit against him. "First, I need to hold up my end."

Scott moaned. I caressed his cheek. "Remember what Erin did, when you told her your story? I think it's only fair you return the favor." I held my breasts up again, teasing his lips with a hard nipple. "It's time I tell you mine. Now suck."

A wide grin spread across his face. He placed his hands over mine, squeezing. "You love it when I suck your tits," Scott said. His lips closed on my breast. He tongued my nipple, and I felt myself grow wetter as I slid along his cock.

"K-keep that up, and y-you're going to make me c-cum… cum… already," I whimpered.

"You love it when I play with these big," lick, "soft," kiss, "sexy tits, don't you, Madi? You want to fuck me."

"Yesss… Scott. S-stop it, please."

Scott stopped. His deep blue eyes were wide, waiting.

I tutted. "So literal, you are. I didn't mean stop stop. Keep sucking." He did. My body shuddered with a small orgasm. "Oh! Jesusfuckmethatsnice. Mmm. I need to… n-need to get through this."

*             *             *

This was back in April or so, and it was storming outside. It was one of those rare mornings when Nadja and I were both off work, and she'd spent the last half hour with her head between my legs. I'd lost count of how many times she'd made me cum after the twelfth one, and I was starting to get sore.

I put a hand on Nadja's head. "Love?"

"Mmph?" she said, sucking my clit.

"Nadja. Love. I need a break. Come up here."

Nadja obliged, crushing her tits against me. We've both got pretty long legs, and she liked to entwine herself around me when we snuggled, trapping my legs between her strong thighs.

"Love you," I said softly.

"You'd better." Nadja kissed my shoulder.

We lay tangled in the sheets, listening to the rain clatter on the windows, the winds whipping in from across the bay. Nadja was playing idly with one of my breasts, rolling it around under her palm. She'd always loved my breasts, but this morning there was something different, like she was curious, studying me.

"Madhuri?" She only used my full name when she was trying to be serious.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something? About these?"

"What, my tits?"

"Your breasts," Nadja said. She hated when I called them tits - she had a handful of words that she wouldn't say, and 'tits' was right at the top.

"Okay, my breasts. What about them?"

"You're… bigger."

I harrumphed.

"You know what I mean. They're bigger. When you took off your blouse last night your bra, looked like it was crushing you. Plus, there's… this."

She plucked my nipple. I gasped, a line of fire shooting to my cunt (another word on her list, by the way). My eyes widened.

"You're so… sensitive now," Nadja said. She reached down and ran a finger along my still-wet slit. "You didn't used to be like this."

I shrugged. "Maybe it's my cycle."

"Madi. Babe. We both know it isn't."

"I don't know. Maybe a growth spurt? I could just be a late bloomer."

"You're twenty-four. That's pretty darn late. I dunno, I thought you'd be more curious about it. I mean, you're supposed to be a scientist–"

I shot upright. "Hey. I am a scientist. It's not that I'm not curious. I have noticed, but I… I like it. It feels good, natural. I'm sexy now. Sexier."

Nadja sat up too. "Yeah. That's what's bothering me. Believe me, I'm not complaining." She stroked my side. "I do worry about you. About us. You've always been sexy, but now it's… I've seen how people look at you lately. Girls and guys. And you… you could have whatever you wanted. Anyone."

"Here, get up," I said. "I want to show you something."

I took her hand and led her to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. We stood side by side, naked, barefoot on the floorboards. Nadja's got a good six inches on me, at least. I put an arm around her waist.

"You're what I want. You worry about losing me? Look at you. You're brilliant. Your skin," I stroked her stomach. "You're like porcelain. Those wide, womanly hips. Childbearing–"

"Shut up," Nadja said with a slight smile. She's one of those who blushes pretty easily, whenever she gets angry or embarrassed. She can be quite shy, and she's got a hell of a temper, so yeah, it happens a lot. She turns bright pink, and it reaches all the way down to her chest. So cute.

"– hips," I finished. "Not to mention your ti–"

Nadja scowled.

"Breasts, sorry. I mean, look at my breasts." I stood a little straighter and thrust my chest out.

"Look at… your breasts…"

"Right," I continued. "Sure, they have gotten bigger lately, but you've still got one or two cup sizes on me. Yours, you should be proud. You're a goddess."

"Should be proud…" Nadja murmured. "Goddess…"

"Not to mention… Nadja?"

She didn't respond. Her eyes were huge and blank, staring at my tits in the mirror.

"Nadja? You alright? Can you hear me?"

"I… can hear you. 'M… all… alright…" Her voice, like her eyes, had gone dull and lifeless. Monotone. I started to maybe freak out a little. I needed time to process this.

"Nadja, love, you have to listen to me, yeah? I need you to do what I say."

"Have to listen to you. Need to do what you say." Her eyes stayed fixed on my breasts.

"You love my breasts, don't you love? You can't look away."

"Love your breasts," she repeated, entranced. "Love… I can't look away."

I snatched up my glasses from the nightstand. My science brain was kicking in, and a thousand plans ran through my head.

"Nadja," I said. "I'm going to go away for a bit. I want you to stay here, stay still, just like this. Okay?"

"O-okay." A hint of a frown, maybe? "Anything you say."

"And Nadja? You can't stop thinking of my tits."

"Can't stop thinking of your…" A tiny shake of her head. "Of your… of your…"

I decided to push things. "You can't stop thinking of my tits."

"Can't stop thinking of your tits," she said. No hesitation this time.

"Lovely. Eyes up." Nadja raised her head, gazing straight ahead. "You want to keep thinking of my tits. They make you so aroused."

"Your tits. So aroused… yesss…"

I pinched the bridge of my nose, took a deep breath, and went to put the kettle on.

*             *             *

It took Scott a good thirty seconds before he noticed I'd gone silent. With a lingering, disappointed look, he stopped worshipping my tits. "I didn't want to stop," he said, sounding almost sulky. "I was almost in a trance myself."

"Poor thing," I said, kissing his cheek. "Gotta take a minute. Be right back."

I dismounted and headed for the bathroom, studied my reflection. Dark eyes gleaming, hair a mess. I looked wanton, wild. My face was flushed, and I thought briefly of Nadja. A flicker of guilt.

"Almost there," I said to myself. "We're almost there."

Scott was where I had left him, his erection still standing proud. I climbed back on top and nestled his cock between my lips. He put his hands on my waist and moved his hips in slow circles, finding a rhythm. It took all my willpower not to lift up those few extra inches and take him inside of me.

"I think–" he began.

I put a finger to is lips and smiled down at him. "There's still a little more," I said gently.

His eyes roamed my body, traveling downward. Brilliant.

"I don't need you to think, Scott. There's time enough for that later. Now, I just need you to listen," I arched my back, "and look at my tits."

*             *             *

Nadja hadn't moved, but she wasn't the same as she had been. Her breathing was quick and ragged, and her tits heaved. Her bare thighs were slick, rubbing together even as she struggled to remain still.

"Nadja," I said. She blinked, but stayed in her trance.

I paused. I'd composed a speech in the kitchen as I waited for the water to boil, and now I ran through it in my mind. Whatever the fuck was happening, I had some basic idea of how hypnosis was supposed to work, or rather how people thought it worked. It'd have to do.

"Nadja," I said. I decided to start small. "You love my breasts."

"Yes. I l-love your breasts."

"You love my tits."

"I…" Her brow furrowed. She twitched. "Love… no, I–"

"Nadja. You love my tits."

"I love… your tits," she echoed.

Shit. No head shake that , but the hesitation was back. "Nadja. Watch my tits. You love my tits. Watch how they sway."

"Watch… yes. I love your tits. Watch them sway."

"That's right. Just watch, and listen. Do you know what my tits have done to you, Nadja?"

"Your tits… I don't…" Her brow furrowed. "I don't know. I'm sorry," she admitted. Her shoulders slumped.

"Shhshhshh." I smoothed her long, ash-blonde hair. "Everything's fine, my love. Do you want me to tell you?"

"Please," Nadja said. She was expressionless again. "Please tell me."

"My tits have hypnotized you. They've put you into a trance."

"Hypnotized? Hypnotized… me. Trance."

"Very good. When you are hypnotized. You can't think, you must obey me."

"Madi, I… so hard to think… I must obey… do what you tell me."

Perfect. She was starting to make connections on her own. I guided her to sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt in front of her and ran my tongue over her pussy. "Keep going, love. Go deeper into trance. Tell me how you feel."

"Deeper… trance. Yes… I trust you. I want to do what you say." Nadja groaned as I licked her, staring out at the far wall. "It feels so nice. It turns me on."

"Good girl." I fingered her cunt. Speaking of… "Nadja?"

"Hmmmm," she purred.

"I want you to do something for me," I said between licks.

"Anything. I will do, uhh, anything, Madi. Unnhh. For you."

"You love to talk dirty, Nadja. You won't have hang-ups about certain words. In fact, you love those words. They make you feel sexy, like a whore, a slut. They make you so aroused." I licked her clit.

"FFFFFUUUUUUCK!!!" Nadja cried. By reflex, her hands flew to cover her mouth.

"Not bad." I cradled her taut, round ass. "But don't stop. I want to hear you," I said, before diving back in.

"I l-love talking dirty. It makes me feel, unh, like a whore, a… a slut. I want to be a whore, I want to feel, ohshit, fuckme, I want to feel sexy, uuunhhhh!"

She came, her whole body shaking, her ass clenching in my hands. I nearly came, too, just from hearing that dreamy, far-off voice. My cunt was aching.

"I love cumming for you, Madi," Nadja said as her orgasm faded. She was still entranced, but some emotion had crept back into her voice. "I love feeling your tongue in my pussy, in my – oh! In my, uunnnh, in my cunt, your fingers so deep inside me, your thumb on my cIit, love having your hands on my ass, how you suck on my tits, I want to… I want to be a slut for you… I want to be a whore." She savored the word. "I want to be a whore, Madi, ohfuckimcummingagainohpleaseyesfuckme, I want to be your, uuuuuunnnnnh," she moaned from deep in her throat, "your whore!"

Nadja's knees gave out, and I held her as she sank to the floor. She was still in a light trance, whispering to herself.

"Your whore," she murmured, her body still wracked by tiny aftershocks. "I'm your whore."

"Nadja?"

"Mmhmm?"

"In a moment I'm going to kiss you, and you'll wake up. I need you to do something for me."

"Anything for you, I obey, I love you…"

"I know you do, love. You love me so much." I stroked her back. One last test. "And you're not going to be jealous of other girls anymore, are you? Because you're so sexy."

"No… not jealous. I'm… so sexy." Nadja's voice, still hollow, was tinged with pride. "I'm all yours. Your slut. I want to… I want to be a whore for you."

"My Nadja… now, when you wake up, you're going to forget being in a trance. You're going to forget how my breasts hypnotized you. You will remember everything I told you, but it will all seem like your own idea. Like it was a dream. Understand?"

"I… understand. Trance… won't remember… my own idea… mmm… dream…"

"You brilliant thing," I said, and kissed her. "Come on back to me."

"Fuck me," Nadja breathed, her gray eyes blinking back to life. "What the fuck was that?"

I feigned ignorance. "What d'you mean?"

"I just… I don't know. I remember standing here with you in front of the mirror, and everything got all… fuzzy. Now it's forty-five minutes later, we're on the floor, and my cunt's throbbing like I came for ten minutes straight." She ran a hand down her face. "It's like you did something to me. Like you made me cum my brains out. I feel like such a whore." She reddened. "Does any of that make sense?"

"Yeah. Um. About that. Can I be honest with you?"

"Madhuri," Nadja said, "always. Waitaminute. Did you do something to me?" She narrowed her eyes. "Is this some of your 'For Science' bullshit?"

"In a way, everything is…"

"Madi, goddamnit…"

"Brutal honesty, I promise. Let's get dressed. I'll fix some drinks. I think we need something stronger than tea this morning."

"Fuck you." Nadja drained the last of her Irish coffee. Her blush was still in full force. "That didn't happen."

"All true," I said. "You were staring at my breasts and went into some kind of trance. Anything I tried to say to you, you'd just repeat it back, like they'd hypnotized you." I bounced my bare tits under my sweatshirt. "Not that I blame you. They are pretty spectacular..."

"Madi!"

"What?!"

"Hypnosis isn't real! Even if it were, which again, it's fuckin' not, it doesn't work like this! You can't just… control people! You don't believe in this kind of shit, right?"

"I don't, but I don't have an explanation for it, either. Sorry," I said, taking a sip of my drink. "My mind's not right. Still trying to wrap my head around this all."

"Fuckin' A. Same here. I feel like someone rearranged the furniture in my brain."

"Okay, well, let's start there." I pulled out my phone. "Mind if I record this?"

"Record what?"

"I'm worried that I may have, erm, left some suggestions behind when you were in your trance… thingy."

"Madi?"

"Possibly." I cleared my throat. "Inadvertently."

"Madi."

"Mostly."

"Madi."

"So I want to find out what's changed, if anything. Hopefully nothing, but we'll need to do more–"

"MADI!" Nadja threw up her hands. "You know what? Fuck it. Let's go. But I'll need another drink first."

"Nadja Sparks."

"Madi. Always so clinical."

"When you're ready."

"Right. So. We're in bed, talking about your tits, and you tell me to look at them. I do, I really look at them, and it's like I'm seeing them for the first time. Everything goes hazy, I… zone out, I guess, next thing I know I've lost almost an hour. It's still there, though, like something on the edge of a dream. Whatever you said when I was out, I feel…"

"Nadja."

"Sorry." She took a sip. "Like I'm… sexier somehow. I love my tits. And yours, too, Madi. I… your tits, I want…" Nadja faltered, searching for the right word. The light left her eyes. "I love your tits. I can't stop looking at them. They make me… make me so… unhh… so fucking aroused." She placed her palms on the table and shuddered. She had gone completely expressionless, like she was back in her trance.

"Nadja?"

"I like to talk dirty," Nadja continued blankly. "It gets me so turned on. Even just thinking the words makes me want to cum. Want to be your whore. Want to do whatever…unhh… you tell me to. I want to submit, want you to be rough, do… fuuuuck… anything you want to me…"

"Nadja!" I shook her by the shoulders. "I need you to remember!"

"Remember…?"

Fuck it. I kissed her, hard. After a few seconds she started to respond.

"I… I remember," she said, unwilling to look at me. "You did do something to me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know I could."

Nadja put her hand over mine. "I know. You didn't mean to."

I looked away.

"Brutal honesty?" Nadja said softly. "I like this. I'm not worried about losing you to some other girl, and it's nice to be able to switch off for awhile. I'm fucking hot, you're fucking sexy, and you're all mine!"

"I still want to do some more tests," I said. "Will… will you help me?"

Grinning, Nadja scooped me out of my chair and carried me to the bedroom. She jumped and we landed on the bed, me on top of her. "Well?" she said, impatient.

"That's a yes?"

"That's a fuck yes. Anything for science."

I pulled my sweatshirt off. My tits hung free, swaying just inches from her face.

"Do it," Nadja said. "I want you to make me your whore."

"Nadja?" I said, concentrating. "Look at my tits."

*             *             *

"Scott?" Scott was in a shallow trance, still watching my tits, blank yet reverent. I considered leaving him under for a while longer. I could use some quiet after all that, after an infodump like that he'd most likely need time to take it all in. Besides, it's not like he wasn't enjoying himself. Ah, well. Time to wrap things up.

"Scott? Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you."

"Look at my tits," I said, focusing all my energy behind my words. I rocked from side to side, and his eyes followed my tits as they swung. "I need you to go deeper for me, Scott."

"Deeper…" he moaned. "Deeper… for you…"

His cock seemed to get even harder against my pussy as he said it. I smirked. This would make things even easier.

"Scott. It feels so good being hypnotized. It turns you on."

"It feels… aaahhhh… so good being hypnotized. Please. I want you to hypnotize me. So aroused… unh… it turns me on…"

Well now. Just like Nadja, Scott was starting to branch out, reinforcing my commands with his own thoughts. I'd have to make a note of that later. For now, time to play.

"That's right, Scott. So aroused. And who hypnotizes you? Who makes you so aroused?"

"You. Uuhhnnnn! You do!" His cock pulsed.

"You want me to control you, don't you? You want to fuck me?"

"I want y-you to control…me… I want… to…"

"You want to fuck me," I stated.

"I… ahh… I want to fuck you… I… I…"

"Watch my tits, Scott, go deeper. What's wrong?"

"I'm… attracted to you," he said from the depths of his trance. "I've wanted to fuck you. Erin…"

"Erin?" I asked. I stopped rocking.

"She said… Erin said I could fuck you. If… uhh… if I wanted, I don't…" He paused. Even completely blank, he looked torn. "I wanted to fuck you since… uuhhn… since the elevator. But Erin, I'm fall– I care about her." His voice broke. He lowered his eyes.

I'd never had anyone resist me like this. Whether he was naturally strong-willed, or he had real feelings for this girl, or some combination of the two… it didn't matter. I was supposed to be indifferent, dispassionate, but…

I exhaled. Nadja. That flicker of guilt again. Fuck.

"Scott? Look at me." I swayed, my voice gentle. "Watch my breasts. I need you to listen carefully, and obey."

"Listen carefully… obey…" Scott said, following my breasts.

"You have never been hypnotized by my breasts."

"I have never... never been hypnotized… by your breasts." A slight frown.

"Again," I said.

"I have never been hypnotized by your breasts."

"You will remember my story, but you will forget everything else. Do you understand?"

"I understand. Forget everything else. I have never been hypnotized. I will obey."

I put a hand behind his head, playing with his curls. "Such a good subject." His still-hard cock throbbed between my legs. I resumed sliding along his thickness.

"That's it, feel pleasure. I'm going to give you some instructions now. Everything I tell you is true. Everything I say is your own idea." I leaned closer, breathing in his scent. "You will do as I say."

"My own idea," he moaned. "I will do as you say."

I started whispering.

Scott's eyes were blank, his voice empty. "I want to be honest with you. I want to help you. I trust you. I…"

"Shh, let me help. Watch my tits, Scott. You have never been hypnotized."

"I have never… been hypnotized."

"You want me to try hypnotizing you. The thought of it arouses you."

"I want you to hypnotize me. I love… I love your tits. The thought of it… ungh… it arouses me."

I ground my clit against his pelvis. We both moaned. "You want… you want me to control you," I panted.

"I want you… want you to control me. I want to obey."

"You're attracted to me. You want to fuck me."

"I'm… attracted to you. I want… uuunh… ohhh… I want to fuck you. I want to feel you fucking me"

"You want to control Erin. You want to do what she says. You love fucking her."

"I want to control Erin. I want to do… I will do whatever she says. I love… uhhh… love fucking her."

"Lovely. I want you to imagine all that, being controlled, controlling me, controlling Erin, making us fuck you, fuck each other, rubbing my tits on you as she rides your nice, thick cock…" I trailed off, picturing it myself.

"Now in a moment," I said, "I'm going to kiss you. You're going to slowly come up out of your trance, believing that I just finished my story, yeah?"

Scott groaned his assent, lost in his reverie.

"So eloquent." I pressed my tits into his hard chest. Our lips met.

Scott gave several long, slow blinks as he came awake.

"You get all that, Nine C?" I asked.

"Every word. It's like… the world's changed. Yesterday it was all normal, and now?" He gave a broad, sweeping gesture.

"Whatever this whole thing is," I finished. His cock pulsed against my wet pussy. "Yeah. I remember."

"Hey," he said, something dawning on him. I could practically see a lightbulb over his head. "That text you sent me earlier. It seemed… urgent?"

"Really? You want to do this now?" I sped up. "I can feel how hard you are, how close…"

"Yeah… nngh… so close…"

"You want to cum, don't you?" I climbed off and knelt on the carpet. I played with myself, taking his thick cock in my mouth as far as I could. I swirled my tongue around the head.

"Please," I begged, quickly taking him out of my mouth before plunging back to it, "cum for me. I want to taste you."