"Deb? I got another one of those weird packages." Eileen didn't know exactly why she was calling Debra Monahan of all people to ask her how to handle the situation; it wasn't like she had any special expertise in this, she didn't work at the post office or have a husband who was a cop or anything like that. But she'd known Debbie for years now, they were in the PTA together and the local chapter of the Women's Church League and they volunteered with 4H, and Debbie always had an air of calm competence that was reassuring when dealing with something like... this. Eileen eyed the unlabeled box with more than a little bit of trepidation written on her face.

And sure enough, the calm, sympathetic, Midwestern cadence in Deb's voice left Eileen feeling reassured already. "Okay, go ahead and bring it inside, I'll be right over," she said, taking charge of the situation the same way she wrangled thorny questions of table placement at the church bake sale and settled transportation questions for the Boy Scout picnic. "Don't open it until I get there, but make sure you've got those other boxes handy, just in case we need to, um, compare contents." Eileen didn't begrudge Debbie that tiny bit of hesitation. She knew it didn't conceal uncertainty so much as embarrassment.

Honestly, the whole thing was so embarrassing Eileen would have forgiven Debbie for making some kind of excuse to stay out of it all. They weren't exactly prudes, either of them--you didn't get to have five kids totaled up between you if you weren't at least reasonably comfortable with sex, even if Eileen herself hadn't been able to bring herself to start dating again even five years after Harry's death, and they'd both giggled over their fair share of Cosmo articles about 'spicing up your nights'. But it was one thing to have a healthy sex drive and another to receive five packages and counting full of the most eye-wateringly perverted items Eileen had ever heard of let alone seen.

She had no idea who sent them, either. None of them had a single shipping label, there were no cards or letters included, and Eileen was never able to catch anyone in the act of delivering them--she'd thought about getting one of those doorbell cameras installed, but Debbie had dissuaded her. "It's a lot of money, honey, and who even knows how much use you'll get out of it besides this one thing?" So Eileen let it slide, despite her misgivings.

And it wasn't like she could go to the police about it or anything; Deb had done a little research into that end of things somewhere around the third package, which contained a pair of insertable toys for her front and back that seemed to hook up to some kind of Internet application Eileen didn't really understand, and nothing Eileen had received in the mail violated any kind of indecency laws in their community. And apparently there was no rule against getting gifts from strangers, even if they were unwanted and more than a little bit sick.

Thankfully Debbie arrived not long after Eileen managed to get all the other packages pulled down from their hiding place in her bedroom closet--personally, she would have been just as happy to get rid of the whole lot of it, but as Debbie pointed out she couldn't take it to the waste disposal center without giving them something to gossip over, and she couldn't take the risk of a strong wind knocking over her trash cans if she tried to throw it out that way. Besides, it might come in handy as evidence someday. So she still had every last bit of it to lay out in the living room, feeling intensely grateful that Jonny and Sue-Beth were both out of town doing model UN this weekend, and when Deb came inside it was all gathered together like some kind of a perverse parody of Christmas morning. "Thanks for coming," Eileen sighed, giving the heavyset blonde woman a big hug.

"It's no trouble, really," Debbie replied, giving Eileen a squeeze back. "So I think the first thing we need to do is open up the new package and inventory the contents, just so we know what you wound up with this time." That put a bit of a blush into Eileen's chubby cheeks; as far as she was concerned, she knew what types of things she was getting after four packages even if the specific details differed a bit each time. But Deb had the kind of calm, unswayable confidence that made everything from changing a tire to staunching a bullet wound sound like a manageable task--and that was the last time they let Ed Niedermeyer teach a gun safety course to the Eagle Scouts--and Eileen wouldn't have called her if she didn't trust her to handle the situation.

So Eileen used her house key to tear through the flap of tape sealing the cardboard box, and gingerly took out the contents item by item as her blush deepened and intensified. "I think that goes in your mouth," Debbie murmured at the sight of the conglomeration of straps and leather plates with a wide, stubby silicone dick sticking out from it all. Eileen was pretty damn sure it didn't go in her particular mouth, thanks ever so much, but she understood what the other woman meant and so it went on the floor next to a pair of adjustable velcro cuffs that clipped together in a way that immediately betrayed their function.

"That's the second pair of those, isn't it?" Debbie asked, rummaging through the boxes to dig out a matching set. Those came in the second box, along with a pair of clips that they had to look up online to discover what they were used for... and needless to say, Eileen's blush got a hell of a workout that day. "I suppose it's like one set for the wrists, another for the ankles or something. Guess it takes all sorts to make a world, huh?" She tossed the old set of cuffs on the floor next to the new, arranging them into a sort of diagram of how the whole ensemble fit together.

The strange, off-brand virtual reality helmet from the first package went up at the top, marking the place where the wearer's head would go, and the nipple clips from the second package went a little lower down. One pair of cuffs were set at the sides to represent the right and left hand--they weren't clipped together at the moment, and Eileen's blood ran cold imagining the tiny click that bound the victim's wrists--and the other went down at the ankles. Debbie placed the latex panties from the fourth box and the two jutting phalluses from the third at a theoretical waist height, then added the cock gag just below the helmet. "Looks like whatever it is, it's pretty nearly done," she said at last, giving the whole thing an appraising stare. "You sure no one's tried to hint to you....?"

Eileen shook her head wordlessly, more than a little flabbergasted by the whole thing. She'd certainly gotten her share of attention around town once folks had given her some time and distance to mourn her Harry, even if Deb did suggest taking it slow and easy and waiting until the kids were grown to dip her toe back into the dating pool. But no one had hinted that she'd look good in nothing but a pair of latex panties and nipple clips, getting her ass and coochie stretched by a pair of intimidatingly large sex toys while she squirmed and wriggled in a desperate attempt to free her arms and legs... and while Eileen wasn't always the best at picking up attempts at flirtation, not after so many years out of the habit, she felt pretty sure she would have noticed something like that.

"Well, if you don't know who sent them," Deb mused, "and if there are no clues in the packages, I think you're just going to have to try putting on that helmet again and see if they left any kind of a clue in the program as to who they were. Everything makes you create an account or register the software or enter your credit card these days, I just bet if you look again you'll find something in there they left without even knowing it." She picked up the heavy, clunky virtual reality gear and hefted it experimentally before holding it out to Eileen.

Who took it, albeit not without a long moment of hesitation. They'd tried this particular idea before--several times, in fact--and Eileen had never once found anything on the computer that pointed to the identity of the person behind all the shipments despite her nervous attempts to explore the software without running into some kind of steamy 3D pornographic movie. She almost snapped back that if Deb thought it was such a good idea to put the stupid thing on again then maybe she should try it for a change... but she bit back the waspish words.

It wouldn't be fair, after all. Debbie was being a good friend, and she was really trying to help. And she did always have such good advice for Eileen, even if it hadn't exactly helped her solve this particular mystery. Eileen took a seat on the couch and tucked back her chestnut hair before putting on the virtual reality helmet and fumbling around for the switch that would activate it.

But instead of a desktop full of icons she could click, Eileen instead found her entire field of vision completely filled with a vividly colored, dizzyingly fast spiral that she had just enough time to realize she recognized before she found her thoughts spinning out into blank, distracted fascination with the swirling lights. "I-umm?" she managed to murmur out, unable to manage anything more articulate but hoping that Debbie might at least realize that something had gone very wrong.

But the blonde woman merely settled Eileen into a supine position on the couch and cooed out, "It's okay, honey, just you keep staring now," and even though Eileen could recognize intellectually that this was the absolute worst thing she could do under the circumstances, that knowledge bumped again and again into her ironclad conviction that Debbie always knew best and always told her exactly the right thing to do until her willpower gave out and she forgot what it was she'd been trying to fight in the first place. Eileen's eyes widened into a helpless stare, and she felt her jaw slackening into relaxed, vacant lethargy as the hypnosis took hold.

"There's a good girl," Debbie purred, plugging the empty socket with the cock gag as Eileen began to hear soft, tinkling music drifting into her ears. There was a voice in the music, a male voice Eileen recognized from dinners over at the Monahan house every Sunday night after church, but Eileen couldn't really make out what it was saying and after a while it felt so much easier to just stop trying to think about it and allow him to become a warm and pleasant part of the background.

She had other things to think about anyway, like the warm, soft hands that undid the buttons on her flannel shirt and slid it off her shoulders before removing Eileen's bra and carefully attaching the clips to her long, stiff nipples. The intensity of the sensation made Eileen gasp with pleasure, but before she could do anything more than let out a grunt around the fake cock in her mouth the spirals caught her again and she soon drifted back down into her erotic reverie. Even when Debbie pulled off her jeans, it didn't make much of a dent in Eileen's denuded consciousness.

The toys Debbie worked carefully and diligently into her slick cunt and tight, clenching asshole made much more of an impact, but strangely it was only to deepen Eileen's hypnotized state. It was as though the vibrations synced up with the voice she was hearing, buzzing in perfect time with the words she couldn't quite hear and rewarding Eileen for her submissive relaxation with endless fathoms of orgasmic bliss, and before she knew it Eileen was mumbling her agreement with everything the hypnotist was saying.

Around a perfect, wonderful, glorious cock. Honestly, Eileen didn't know how she'd managed to go this long without anything to suck on while she surrendered.

"Let's just get you all nice and snug now, okay?" she heard Debbie say, the words accompanied by a subtle click Eileen barely heard over the soft music as the cuffs locked her wrists together. "Nice and snug like a bug in a rug, sweetie, we both know you just love being all bound and gagged and helpless while your programming sinks in." Eileen didn't even notionally try to resist that suggestion; she'd slipped away into a place inside her head where everything Debbie said sounded unimpeachably wise, and even a statement directly contradictory to her core beliefs simply became a new and fundamental part of her identity. She mumbled something thoughtless and indistinct around the dildo in her mouth, but it wasn't speech. She was too deep for that now.

She could only sigh in helpless bliss now as Debbie slid the latex panties up her chunky thighs to press gently against the buzzing toys filling her ass and pussy, keeping them in place no matter how hard Eileen squirmed and wriggled. Thinking in words felt too much like work, especially when there were already so many wonderful words filling the empty spaces in Eileen's mind and giving her so many new and delightful ideas for what to say and do and think. "You're almost ready for Master, aren't you, honey?" Debbie asked, binding Eileen's ankles together, and of course Eileen could only agree.

She didn't know exactly when she started cumming, only that once her orgasms began they didn't fully stop for quite some time. Eileen didn't need to worry about stopping anyway, not with her kids out of town for the weekend and nothing to do but sink deeper into her friend's control and soak up every last suggestion offered to her. They all seemed like such good ideas to Eileen now... and if there was ever a time when she recognized they were truly the opposite, that time had long ago passed.

THE END