"No, no, everything's fine," Anthony chuckled, heading for the sliding glass doors at the back of the walk-in basement. "Just need a little air, that's all." He gestured to the crowded room, and his friends nodded in instant understanding--the old house's air conditioning had struggled with the extra warmth of so many bodies all night long, and the party had spilled out into the backyard a few times despite Rodney's best efforts to keep everyone indoors and away from the neighbors. Even if he was only renting, though, and even if the people next door had the cops on speed dial, Anthony didn't see how one person taking a few minutes alone in the cool evening breeze would hurt anything.

He stepped outside, the chill night air a pleasant smack in the face after the stultifying heat of Rodney's basement, and wandered away from the cheery light shining through each and every window out into the cool darkness. The silence felt like a soothing balm after so much loud music and shouted conversation, and Anthony realized he'd needed this little break for more than mere physical reasons. His senses had gotten overloaded after a whole evening spent in the crowded, overstimulating environment, and even a few minutes spent wandering down the hill at the back of the property refreshed him so much that he--

Anthony dipped out of sight of the house. And stopped dead, his shoulders slumping and his head drooping forward onto his chin as his eyelids fluttered shut.

A memory unfolded in his head, so clear and vivid that he didn't understand how he could have forgotten it so completely and totally until now. He remembered Lauren, holding court in the relative quiet of the kitchen to an audience of him and Julia about the myths and misconceptions regarding hypnosis. He'd assumed Julia's expressionless stare was an indication of the same skepticism that gripped him, right up until Lauren snapped her fingers and Julia started back to consciousness with a momentary bewilderment on her face that convinced him she absolutely wasn't faking it. The shock of it caught him so off-guard that....

Anthony sighed, his cock stiffening in his jeans as he recalled how easily Lauren's sultry voice insinuated itself into his startled mind, lulling him into trance under the pretext of reinducing Julia until they were both staring slack-jawed and vacant into each other's heavy-lidded eyes. She was a really talented hypnotist, he realized. He never knew how attractive that could be in a woman until Lauren caught and held him captivated in her spell like that.

She didn't keep him long, though. Not at a big crowded party, when anyone could wander in at any time looking for extra beers or snacks or just a friend they'd gotten separated from. She told Anthony she wanted a little more privacy, a comfortable and quiet place where the three of them could really get to know each other and she could demonstrate to them a little better exactly what hypnosis could do to a sufficiently suggestible individual. And Anthony's blissfully obedient brain popped up with a wonderful idea.

It was working so well, too. The moment Anthony knew he was completely alone, he went right back into the wonderful trance Lauren created for him, and now all he needed to do was stand there and... oh. Right. Of course. Anthony's hands drifted down to his fly, unzipping his pants and tugging his stiff, throbbing prick out of his boxers to stand straight out for him to stroke. It did exactly what Lauren told him it would do, lulling him even deeper into a state of mesmerized arousal that turned time into a meaningless background event. Anthony felt like he could stand here playing with his dick in the cool darkness all night long.

He wouldn't have to, though. He knew, down in the warm soft void in the back of his head where all of Lauren's instructions wound up, that in another fifteen minutes or so Lauren and Julia would offer to walk down to the convenience store a few blocks away to pick up snacks and smokes for anyone who needed them, and instead of heading to the end of the driveway they would circle around the house and down the short hill to where Anthony was waiting for them with his cock so engorged the head of it was almost purple with excitement. Then they could... they could... they could learn about hypnosis, of course. And everything Lauren could do with it.

Anthony didn't exactly know what that was, but his vague and hazy daydreaming about it made his cock twitch and pulse under his stroking fingers until he could feel a steady trickle of precum leaking onto his palm every time he rubbed his hand up and over the sensitive head of his penis. Just the way Lauren's voice sounded in his ears back in the kitchen, so warm and seductive inside his head... it poured into his mind like honey and whiskey, sweet and intoxicating all at the same time, and he craved the notion of discovering what she might say to him when she wasn't worried about being overheard.

He wanted to know what Julia would do, too. Thinking about the way her eyes went glassy and vacant, staring straight ahead in unthinking acceptance as Lauren reeled her right back into trance only moments after waking her, he wanted that very much indeed.

It didn't really feel like any time passed at all before he heard the sound of soft footsteps coming down the hill, and a pair of quiet whispers that reassured him Lauren hadn't decided to use hypnosis to play some sort of mean-spirited prank on him. The lifting of that momentary sting of worry blended beautifully into deeper pleasure as he felt a hand brushing aside his own to stroke his hard cock even as Lauren guided his fingers to Julia's wet pussy. "There we go, my good pets," Lauren cooed, her dulcet tones once again whiskey-warm in the cool darkness, and whatever tiny bit of consciousness Anthony had recovered while he was alone evaporated into sleepy bliss under her influence.

She touched the back of Anthony's neck, murmuring as she did so, "Feel me connecting a golden cable between your minds now, a cable that transmits your obedience back and forth in an endless reinforcing loop. Every time one of you falls deeper into my power, deeper into my will, the other one can sense that surrender pumping directly into your defenseless brain and making you more and more mine. Every time one of you becomes more aroused by your own subjugation, it flows into your fingers and makes you stroke faster for me until you can't help erasing all your own resistance to my control. Do you understand?"

Julia's words came out in a droning monotone as she murmured, "yes, Mistress," and the utter blankness in her voice made the spot at the back of Anthony's neck tangibly pulse with sensation. He could literally, physically feel her deepening trance flowing down the connection between them, sending wave after wave of mesmerized docility into his own brain and numbing whatever part of him had shown even the slightest hesitation at the prospect of being captured by Lauren's will. His breath caught in his throat, and he found his fingers slipping deeper in between Julia's plump, slick labia to rub even harder on her clit. He wanted--no, he needed to reward her for her compliance.

It was only when she began to jack his cock harder in return that he realized he'd responded right along with her, and Anthony's loose and drowsy mind marveled at how easily and effortlessly he'd drifted into Lauren's hypnotic spell. His earlier skepticism was completely forgotten now, and nothing made him happier than to discover just how powerful Lauren's hypnosis truly was. Every time he experienced so much as the tiniest flicker of concern over what she intended to do to them with her newfound control, it was simply smothered under another tidal wave of erotic bliss that he couldn't help transmitting right down his fingers into Julia's sopping cunt.

God. He was brainwashing Julia. He was turning her into Lauren's wet, needy sex toy. That felt... that felt so fucking hot, honestly. He couldn't help wondering if she felt the same way about him.

Judging by the way she pumped his cock, she absolutely did. "My power is flowing back and forth between your minds, back and forth between your bodies," Lauren purred, her fingers lightly caressing the sensitive skin of Anthony's throat, "and each time it makes you want to drift further and further into obedience to my will. You can't resist because they can't resist, and they can't resist because you can't resist, and every time you try to fight my control you feel those fingers stroking away all your strength and leaving you weak and helpless for me. Your minds are already lost in orgasm, aren't they?"

Anthony heard himself grunt out a thoughtless whimper of agreement, one that Julia echoed as she shuddered and quivered under his touch. He never thought he'd be able to experience climax without a physical release, but something about the way his imagination perfectly pictured Julia's pleasure made him feel the ecstasy of orgasm on a level that had almost nothing to do with his actual cock. He was cumming inside his mind, and he couldn't help envisioning his arousal pumping over and over again into Julia's brain to dissolve her will ever more completely into Lauren's power. God, he loved being hers so fucking much.

"More and more owned, more and more programmed, more and more conditioned to obey," Lauren whispered softly, her voice coaxing both Anthony and Julia to stroke each other faster and faster. Anthony could feel his knees beginning to buckle, barely even able to stand anymore under the sheer intensity of the arousal he was experiencing, and his balls strained and tightened as the relentless physical stimulation made it impossible for him to hold back his body's responses much longer. "You're going to know when you've both completely surrendered to me, when you can't fight me anymore and all your resistance has crumbled into submission to my will, and when it does you're going to have the biggest, strongest orgasm you've ever had in your life. It's going to feel so perfect to become my slaves. Your deep self won't ever want to let you escape my control."

Anthony heard Julia moaning, "uh huh uh huh uh huh," over and over again, and he fell into the same rhythm of mindless compliance as his whole consciousness tumbled into blank and blissful oblivion. The more he felt himself fall, the more he imagined Julia surrendering, and the more he imagined her will sinking into helpless submission the more it made him plummet into Lauren's power. It was a hole with no bottom, and Anthony found himself thrilled to wonder just what he might find in the depths of complete surrender to his new Mistress.

"That's it, that's my good pets, lost in my power, lost in my will, lost in my--oh, good boy!" Lauren's voice turned into an exclamation of pure praise as Anthony's self-control gave out and he shot gush after gush of hot semen directly onto Julia's belly and pubic mound, making the hypnotized woman squeal in the throes of her own orgasm the moment she realized Anthony had surrendered to Lauren's inexorable hypnotic suggestions. The two of them sagged into each other, clinging to one another's bodies for support as they struggled to stay upright in the face of so much overwhelming bliss.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lauren separated them and helped to lower them gradually down onto the cool grass on the side of the hill. She tucked Anthony's cock back into his jeans while he lay there, utterly supine and so blank he could hear the tiniest fringes of snoring at the edge of his breath, and then she programmed them with a few new suggestions to carry them through the rest of the night.

When Anthony awoke, both women were gone. He returned to the party, the memories of their erotic interlude sleeping in the back of his head along with the plan Lauren had provided to them. But some twenty minutes later, when both Julia and her roommate asked for a ride home, Anthony was happy to volunteer his services. And somewhere deep down in the center of his mind, his deep self thrilled at the notion of spending a whole weekend reinforcing his newfound submission.

THE END