Ella settled into the armchair and looked at Alice standing opposite her. In contrast to Ella’s own bundle of nerves coiled in her stomach, the redhead exuded calm and confidence. Alice seemed to pick up on her roommate’s nerves.

“Are you sure you’re OK with this? We can still change the terms now if you want; I’d be just as willing to make you a puppy as a horny mess.”

Ella took a calming breath. “No, really, I’m fine. As you said, this is the best time to experiment.” She smiled weakly.

“Well, if you’re sure. Now, as I said, before I start the timer, I want to go over some things with you. As I said, you can always retract your consent if you wish, and I will listen. You have my word. If you’re feeling uncomfortable, you can tell me to stop, or to change what I’m saying. I won’t think any less of you if you do, alright?”

The seriousness with which she was taking this helped soothe Ella’s nerves. She did trust Alice, even if she was trying to control her mind and screw around with her sexuality. She smiled more genuinely at her roommate, who answered with a big smile of her own.

“Right. I understand. That helps, thank you.”

“Good. Remember that hypnosis can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. You will be able to stop at any point, no matter what.

“So, I think we’re ready to begin.”

Ella looked around. “No pendant? I thought that was the whole point; me finding out how you really use them.”

“I can grab it if you want, but I don’t really need it; not for what I’m going for right now. Maybe I’ll use it later, but all I really need to hypnotise you is my words and your consent. Starting the timer… now.”

Alice pressed the button on her phone, then moved around to Ella’s side. She began speaking in a low, calm voice.

“Right. What I want you to do for now is just look at the light up there.”

Ella looked. It was your bog-standard ceiling light, switched off at the moment as the sunlight was bright enough, encased in a smoky glass casing.

“There we go, you’re following orders already,” Alice teased. “But seriously, I want you to just keep your eyes fixed there for now. Try to take in all the details. It’s kinda interesting, isn’t it, when you look closely. The swirls in the glass, how its translucency varies, how its fixings cut into that pattern.”

She supposed it was actually interesting, and started to say so, but Alice spoke over her, holding a finger near her lips.

“Nuh-uh, no need to speak. Just look at the light, and listen to my voice. It’s funny, isn’t it? We rely on this light every night, yet we almost never pay attention to how it looks in the day. And it’s almost better in the daytime, without the lightbulbs glaring it out. Just look closely, paying more attention to each facet, trying to memorise how it looks. It’s interesting how things we don’t usually give a second thought to become more and more fascinating when we take the time to pay attention to them. Like the light, or my voice.”

Ella frowned slightly.

“That’s right, just listening to my voice, and trying to hear every detail of it, just like you’re trying to see every detail in the light. Have you ever really thought about my voice like this before?”

Ella shook her head.

“That’s alright; I didn’t really expect you to. But you can do it now, can’t you? You’ve got all the time in the world, and all the attention you can give, to listen to my voice. Feel every syllable, every sound that I make as I just keep talking to you. Compare my accent to yours- not out loud,” she added as Ella’s lips started to move again, “just in your head, really feeling the differences, feeling my voice on your ears and in your head as well. And really, my voice is more interesting than a ceiling light, isn’t it? You can start to bring all your attention to my words, finding that your vision’s starting to get dim and blurry, eyes getting heavy as they realise you’ve got more important senses to focus on than your sight. In fact, all of your body’s starting to turn itself off a bit, drift towards trance or sleep, as you put all of your focus on my voice and my words and me. Isn’t that right?”

Ella realised with a start that she was, in fact, drifting off. She shouldn’t be doing that, right? She should be trying to stay awake, and-

Alice’s voice cut off her train of thought there.

“Aww, are you trying to resist? That’s a good idea for you, isn’t it? Means you get to win the bet. Y’know what, I feel like helping you a bit, make things more exciting for me, because you’re proving very easy to drop into trance right now. So how about you open your eyes nice and wide, and try to bring all your focus to the light. Just blot out my voice entirely. Don’t think about how much more interesting it is, how nice it is to listen to and follow, how much fun you could have if you did. Just look at the nice, safe, boring light. And try not to find it so boring you fall asleep; that’s what you’re trying to avoid, isn’t it? Maybe you should actually listen to my voice, at least it’ll keep you awake longer, it’s far more fascinating and attention grabbing. Oh dear, what should you do?”

Ella found herself mired in a sleepy sort of confusion, struggling to keep up with the redhead’s suggestions.

“Look at the light.” Her eyes drifted open, trying to wring more interest out of what was seeming an increasingly dull subject.

“Or listen to my voice.” Her vision faded again as she strained to pick up on more of her roommate’s words, trying to feel every detail.

“Light.” No, she shouldn’t listen. Alice was just dragging her further into surrender.

“Voice.” But it was so dull to just stare; Alice’s voice would keep her awake.

“Light.”

“Voice.”

“Light.”

“Voice.”

She couldn’t decide.

“Or maybe - light - you could take - voice - a third option. Choose - light - to ignore both - voice - and just let your mind - light - shut down. Doesn’t - voice - that sound nice? Just - light - drifting - voice - into - light - a peaceful - voice - SLEEP.”

And Ella’s dazed, confused brain chose to give in, and her eyes closed, and her head slumped forward, and she fell into trance.

Alice looked down at her slumbering roommate and struggled to ignore the building heat in her core. God, Ella looked hot like this, slumped over and - was she drooling already? She was. Alice had been stretching the truth slightly when she had claimed the buff Asian girl was easy for trance, but once there, she seemed to be good at dropping deep. Or maybe Alice had just known what buttons to push; they’d been friends for years, after all.

She had already been speaking quite quietly, but she dropped her voice further and leaned in.

“Now, the thing is, I’ve already won, haven’t I? We both know you’re already deep in trance, which means I’ve hypnotised you. Even if you wake up now, you won’t be able to deny it. In fact, go on and try. Try to open those heavy eyes, raise that sleepy head, and use that drooly mouth to tell me that hypnosis isn’t real.”

She watched Ella struggle for a bit - eyes shifting behind lids, head raising ever so slightly, mouth vaguely mumbling something she couldn’t make out and wasn’t sure was coherent speech at all.

“You know there’s no point in trying, don’t you,” she continued, and was rewarded with the hypnotised girl’s head dropping down even further, body relaxing even better into the comfy chair. “You know that you can’t deny it; that you’re held in place by my hypnotic control over you. But this isn’t good enough for the bet. We’re only just beginning, and I will hear your voice begging me to fuck you before the hour is up.”

Before Ella could properly react, Alice started talking again. “Now, what I’m going to do is, I’ll place my hand on yours, like this. And now, I’m just going to start brushing it, up… and down… and up… and down. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Ella mumbled assent.

“Yes, that’s right. Just focusing on that sensation for me, there’s a good girl. You alright if I call you that?” At a nod she continued, “yes, of course you are, because you want to be good, don’t you? It feels good to be good for your hypnotist; feels good to listen to her voice; feels good to have her stroking you up… and down… that’s right. And you want me to be happy, don’t you, because we’re friends. And it’s making me very happy to see you being such a good girl, just following and feeling for me, so you’ll want to keep doing that, won’t you?”

Ella mumbled a “yes” again. That made sense, right? She did want Alice to be happy, and truth be told, it was very nice to just relax and let her rub and talk to her.

“And I’ll just start moving up your forearm, okay? Feeling my touch all along your arm, it’s nice, isn’t it, to just be brushed while you relax even further. It’s so nice to just feel my hands bringing you further into relaxation, further into trance.”

She rubbed the girl for a while more, admiring the curves of her muscles.

“And you have to admit… it’s kind of sensual, isn’t it? Just feeling the brush of my hand against yours, allowing it to relax you while I look on at you just dozing off. Feeling the touch of skin on skin… it can be almost pleasurable, can’t it?”

“Wait…” Ella mumbled, and Alice immediately broke off, halting her hand in its tracks.

“You alright there? Okay to keep going?”

Ella thought for what seemed like eons but was probably just seconds, her mind still slowed down by trance. Was she alright with this? Alice removed her hand altogether, trying to give her space, and Ella suddenly realised that yes, she was alright with this. More than that, she wanted to keep going.

“Yes… please. Keep going. Jus’ panicked a bit,” she murmured, unaware of how slurred her words were or the growing patch of drool on her chest.

Alice smiled and resumed the sort-of massage. “Thank you, Ella, I’m glad to hear it. Just focussing back on how good my touch feels on you.”

Ella sighed happily.

“And now, if it’s alright, I might bring my other hand to your face.” Ella nodded, then gasped as she felt fingers trace a slow line from cheek to jaw to neck. How was this feeling so damn good already?
“Yes, that’s right, you like the feel of my hands, don’t you? Like feeling the pleasure of my touch, perhaps starting to arouse you.”

Was Ella feeling aroused? She tried to think, as her roommate’s hands continued to roam over her arms and face.

God, maybe she was. She flushed slightly.

“Yes, you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? And you want more. Isn’t that right?” Another nod.

“Marvellous. Do I have permission to kiss you? Just on the hand, if you want.”

Ella took time to think, luxuriating in the strokes of Alice’s hands.

“If you’re not sure, you can say no. But think about it. If you’re enjoying my hands this much… how much better might my lips feel?”

“Yesss… jus’ on th’ hands, though,” Ella slurred.

“Alright, just on the hands. Thank you, darling.” Alice took Ella’s right hand in her own, bringing it to her lips, and kissed it deeply. A moan half-escaped Ella’s own lips before she clammed up, remembering what she was trying to avoid.

Should she be avoiding it? Alice let her hand go and resumed stroking her.

“That’s right, Ella, you’re doing so well. Letting my touch arouse you, following my voice deeper into trance and submission.

“Now, I think it’s time the rest of your body got some love, isn’t it? Is there somewhere else you’re okay with me stroking now?”

Slowly, Ella’s hands moved down, out of Alice’s grasp, and lifted her shirt up, exposing her belly.

“Thank you, darling.” And Alice began to trace a line across her roommate’s abs and navel with one hand, keeping the other still attending to her face and hands. Ella moaned again, not trying to stop herself this time.

And as Alice’s hands and lips continued to caress her body, and whisper poisoned encouragement in her ear - “you’re doing so well, sweetie, my touch feels so good, my words feel so good, even my breath feels so good, each bringing you more and more pleasure” - time seemed to slip by, as Ella writhed beneath her roommate’s ministrations. Soon she was unbuttoning her top and shedding it altogether, feeling the redhead’s touch skirting the lines of her bra, only just sticking to their agreement and not yet coming over her breasts. Then she was undoing her trousers, and then, squirming as Alice traced her way from feet to thighs, telling her that she could kiss and squeeze anywhere she desired. And Alice rewarded her for this as well, straddling her and then sitting on her lap, dress hiked up to allow their legs to touch, grasping and kissing her entranced friend’s legs and neck, harder and deeper, still keeping up her spiel of encouragement and praise and suggestion, making her feel yet more pleasure from yet lighter touches, building and building.

As Ella fumbled around trying to get to her bra straps, Alice brought her hands around to help her - and then, bra held in hand, stood up and stepped back momentarily, drinking in the view. Ella’s muscular frame was still slumped over in the chair, giving her a look of powerlessness in contrast with her strength. Her hair, despite its short length, was now cutely messed up, and she was practically panting with exertion, now-exposed breasts rising and falling, nipples betraying her arousal. The Asian girl whined as her hypnotist stepped away.

“Aww, I know. You want more, don’t you?”

Ella whined again, needily.

“But here’s the thing,” Alice said, re-placing a hand on her roommate’s arm, still delighting in feeling her shudder from a simple touch. “If I’m reading you correctly - and you’re pretty much an open book right now - you’re close to cumming. And if you do cum, that means I’ve fucked you, right? And you haven’t conceded that yet, so we can’t have that, can we?” She leaned in closer. “So what we’re going to do,” she whispered, smiling at how even this made Ella lean in for more of her voice and breath, “is we’re going to stop that from happening. You’re going to find that, no matter how much I stimulate you, you won’t be able to cum unless my fingers are inside you. After all, my hands are tied to your pleasure, and cumming happens from inside, right? So it only makes sense: you can’t cum unless your source of pleasure is inside you.”

Ella didn’t even bother to follow the logic, her mind too far gone. All she heard was Alice - her hypnotist, who had complete power over her - that she couldn’t cum unless she allowed her in, and felt that lock into being part of her psyche. She whined once more.

“What’s the problem?” Alice teased. “This is good for you, isn’t it? It means you’ll have a better chance at winning the bet.”

Alice, of course, knew this was complete BS. If anything, she was hoping it would improve her own odds, making the Asian girl so horny that she had to ask to be allowed to finish. Still, any chance to tease a slightly desperate girl.

“One more thing. I know you’ve said blanket permission, but I want to be clear here - can I grope and kiss your boobs, or touching only?”

Ella didn’t even hesitate this time. “No - absolutely - do whatever you want - just please keep fu-” She just barely caught herself. “Keep going,” she finished.

Alice smirked to herself at the near miss, then, unable to hold herself back from the inviting picture in front of her, leaned back over the chair and resumed her teasing.

Ella was awash in pleasure. It almost felt - as Alice had whispered - that there were more than two hands stroking and grasping at her, more than one mouth kissing and nibbling. It was bliss, and she leaned into it. She felt Alice adjust herself, felt the touch of her roommate’s panties against her flesh again, felt her wetness just as much as her own, and didn’t care. Losing this bet felt incredible. She dimly realised her own hands were moving again, down to her panties, to strip herself bare and let her hypnotist do as she wished.

And then, Alice stopped again. Pressing her lips to Ella’s ear, she whispered to her.

“Funny thing is, my time’s almost up. Just five more minutes to go.”

Had it been almost an hour already? It had felt like mere seconds.

“So, if you can hold out that long… you win. No wrestling with that essay, no long nights desperately trying to find sources or wrap your head around the intricacies of 15th-century Iberian politics. I’ll just do that all for you. Hell, I’ll even sweeten the pot: if you can wait five more minutes without breaking, I’ll help with all your essays for the rest of the year.”

That was tempting. And yet… Ella moaned again as Alice’s hand traced its way up from her butt, coming to brush against her nipple.

“But, if you do concede… you don’t get release. I don’t touch you like this again; you don’t get to feel like this again.

“Not that you’re really feeling anything different, right? Hypnosis isn’t real; you’ve said it yourself. This is all play-acting.

“Just three minutes to go now, my darling. What do you want?”

And then she stood up again, backing away. It was as though she left a void in her tracks, and Ella suddenly realised that she needed that void to be filled, needed Alice’s touch and words and pleasure, needed it far more than her pride or dignity. A single desperate word escaped her lips.

“Please.”

Alice, standing back, raised an eyebrow at her, not that she knew it. “Please what? I want to hear it properly.”

Having allowed a hint of her emotions through, the dam burst, and Ella found herself babbling.

“Please fuck me, Alice, please please please please. I conceded, hypnosis is real, you win, just please fuck me, please give me your pleasure, please let me cum.” Alice chuckled. “Well, I’ll take that as victory for me… but I don’t think that’s quite good enough. I’m not going to fuck you until you show me you really, truly mean it. Start by getting on your knees.”

Ella’s eyes flew open and she practically launched herself out of the chair, kneeling at Alice’s feet. Unbidden, more words started spilling out of depths she didn’t know she had. “Please, Alice - my hypnotist - my Mistress - let me cum. Use me however you want, I want you to use me, to fuck me, to drain every last drop of pleasure from me, please, I know I don’t deserve it, I shouldn’t have doubted you in the first place, I know you’ve been too kind to me anyway by giving me this much, but I can’t stop my desire, please, I want you so much, I-”

Alice held up a hand, and Ella immediately stopped in her tracks. She was rewarded with a smile.

“That was very pretty. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” Ella felt a surge of delight at the words. She was a good girl!

“And after you’ve begged so eloquently… how could I resist? But why don’t you sleep?”

Ella collapsed to the floor, butt in the air, exposing her cunt for the world to see - if they could look through the curtained windows.

Alice looked at her new sub. “Y’know, I was going to bring you to my bed… but I think I can save that. This is just too good a sight.” And she knelt down, and thrust her fingers directly into Ella’s waiting wetness.