My girlfriend Stella and I arrived at the isolated cabin. We planned to stay for a week. Our relationship had grown swiftly. We had only met a month ago.

Stella is a beautiful 22-year-old, with a luscious face and a shapely body. She has C cup breasts and toned legs that won’t quit. Her full blonde hair flows down past her lightly tanned shoulders. At 5’3”, she is too short to be a popular model, but her height is the only reason she couldn’t be a great one. It wasn’t surprising that I found her attractive.

Most important to me, though, is that she is unusually susceptible to my hypnotic eyes. The hypnotic power of my eyes can convince most people to do whatever they might do anyway. Even better, as long as people don’t strongly resist my suggestions, they won’t consciously remember my hypnotic eyes or being in a trance. Stella was different. My hypnotic eyes have a far, far, greater effect on her.

My hypnotic eyes convinced her to go on our first date. On that date, and each date afterwards, I hypnotized her to need me more. This had worked spectacularly well over the last month. I had marveled about how susceptible she is. Her need to be with me, and her need to please me, are now powerful urges of hers. Over the last month I’d increasingly been able to warp her perception of reality as well. On the first date I’d been able to add small objects to her perceptions. I could now cause dramatic changes to her perceptions and her memories.

I believed it was time to harvest the results of my labor. I have dark desires she could fulfill if I made certain… changes. I’ve been told that absolute power corrupts absolutely. Why is that considered a warning? It sounds like fun to me. I wanted to fully exploit this opportunity. I wanted to fully exploit her.

We unloaded our stuff into the cabin. Her witty banter made it obvious she was smart, confident, and could look after herself. She was a nice sweet girl. She was thoughtful to others, and part of a loving family who believed in her. I didn’t care about any of that nonsense. I wasn’t spending time with her because of her personality. Soon those traits wouldn’t matter.

I enjoyed watching her bring her things in. This was mostly because she was wearing a flowy blue miniskirt, heels, and a skimpy tight white crop-top. Her top had a deep scoop that showed off a lot of her cleavage. Her toned and freshly shaved legs were a marvel to behold. I was treated to several flashes of her tiny yellow panties. I was glad I had convinced her, through hypnosis, to wear a far more flirty outfit today than her usual demure style.

Once we unloaded our stuff into the cabin’s central room, she turned to look at me. My eyes spiraled. Her eyes changed to a glassy look. Her mouth drooped open. She might still be able to resist my impure goals, if I was too direct. I had sneakier plans. We were utterly alone. No one could interfere with my plans. No one could rescue her.

I said, “you’re reliving in your mind a day when you were 18. You’re living at home with your parents. You’re home now. You’re going to have some experiences today. You’ll feel compelled to write your experiences in detail in your diary at the end of the day. Review your diary entry once you’re done. Ensure you’ve done a good job writing down what happened.”

She slowly nodded. Her perception of her surroundings began to shift. I smiled. Her world was going to change forever.