"I... are you sure I'm into porn?" Marissa noticed an odd quality to her own voice as she spoke, a kind of plaintive confusion suggesting not only that she didn't really know her own thoughts on the matter but that she desperately needed someone to provide them to her. It seemed strange, but really no stranger than anything else that had happened to her tonight, and she couldn't seem to hold on to her own awareness of the bewilderingly weird nature of it all for more than a few moments before she collapsed back into meek, docile attentiveness to Laura's words.

Laura, in turn, sounded so utterly certain of herself that it was only moments before Marissa was fully convinced that she must be the one making the mistake. "Of course you are, sweetie," she chuckled, resting her hand companionably on the small of Marissa's back while she reached over to wake the laptop on the coffee table. "Every woman is, it's just that a lot of us haven't really found the porn that turns them on yet. So much erotic material is made by men, for male consumption, that most women wind up thinking they're not interested simply because they never see anything tailored to their interests."

That made sense to Marissa, but at the same time she had a distant and befuddled awareness that everything Laura said was making sense to her right now. There were aspects of the conversation she knew she should be pushing back on--she couldn't remember what they were, another red flag, but she knew there were things the other woman was saying in that breezily confident tone that were slipping right past Marissa's unaccountably muzzy consciousness--but somehow every time she tried to think about it her brain just seemed to fuzz into static. Like something was training her mind to lose itself in confusion. Like, um, um, uhmmm....

Marissa found herself staring at the screen, watching as a pair of women sat down on a bed together and began to slowly, sensuously undress one another. One of them looked exactly like Laura, slender and pale with sharp cheekbones and green eyes and long dark hair, but Marissa didn't quite know what to do with the resemblance--it seemed more than a little intrusive to ask her old college friend if the woman in the smut they were watching was actually her. She managed to mumble out, "uh, gay porn?" But her voice was so dazed and befuddled that even she couldn't tell what emotion she was trying to convey.

That only seemed to amuse Laura even more. "Of course it's gay porn, silly!" she laughed, her hand now roaming up and down Marissa's back in open intimacy. "If it's made by women and for women, why wouldn't it feature only women?" Marissa's brow furrowed as she tried to puzzle her way through the confident assertion--she'd had a few bisexual experiences in college, yes, and they'd been quite pleasant. One of them had even been with Laura herself. But she didn't know why that meant she had to give up on dicks entirely, not when they did come with their own advantages.

She intended to say as much to Laura, but somewhere between the time she opened her mouth and the time she actually thought to speak her brain trailed off into distracted vacancy staring at the women on the screen. The one who looked like Laura was cupping the chin of the other one and staring into her eyes in a way that felt very familiar, even though the big-titted blonde in the porno was white and not Latina, and there was something about the way the performer's face went slack and expressionless that sent Marissa's train of thought careening onto a whole new track. "hypno?" she muttered, trying very hard to express a complex notion with a mind that was no longer really equipped to the task.

"Most women find hypnosis highly erotic," Laura said, another statement delivered with such casual confidence that Marissa felt her doubts melting like cotton candy in the face of its assertions. "I mean, just look at her, darling, look at sweet little Kimmie falling into trance and losing herself to the pleasure of obedience. Can you honestly tell me that doesn't turn you on? Can you honestly tell me you're not getting just a tiny bit wet thinking about falling under the spell of a hypnotist before you even realize it's happening?"

There was a knowing quality to her voice, a playful smirk hidden behind those soothing tones that made Marissa want to rummage through her memories of the last few hours to try to see if there was anything to their interactions she should be paying more attention to. But the more she tried to think about it, the louder those pulses of static got inside her head, and the most important thing Marissa noticed was that the static felt better and better every time she gave in and let it crowd out her thoughts. She was enjoying being distracted and dumb. "Nuh uh," she mumbled, barely even able to remember what question she was answering.

"Of course you can't," Laura purred, taking Marissa's hand and resting it gently in her lap directly over her pussy. "Hypnosis is just inherently sexy. Seeing someone fall into obedience like that, watching them slowly lose their will and their resistance until they're nothing more than a mindless plaything for a talented hypnotist, it's really kind of the hottest thing you can imagine, isn't it? It's making you so wet and needy right now. It's making your pretty pussy just throb with arousal." On the screen, the woman who looked like Laura was sitting right behind Kimmie, playing with her cunt and whispering in her ear while the blonde drooled copiously all over her huge tits.

It was another statement delivered with utterly unearned conviction, a demand on Marissa's body disguised as an observation. But every time she tried to unpick the complex assumptions and insistences contained within the assertion, Marissa's mind got more and more muddled and her attention drawn more and more completely to the beautiful woman on the screen writhing in Laura's lap. She found herself losing stretches of time, her own mental narrative quelled entirely by fascination with the erotic spectacle unfolding in front of her, and literally before she knew it her fingers were pressing rhythmically over her clit at the same pace as she saw in the porn she was watching.

"...wet," she heard herself mutter, honestly the last fragment of Laura's previous speech she could remember, and even the awareness that she was becoming increasingly stupefied and couldn't seem to fight it only made her pussy throb that much harder with arousal. She knew something was very very wrong with all this, she knew she was sinking into a morass of thoughtless lust and vapid, indolent compliance that was making her very vulnerable to Laura's every assertion, but she couldn't remember anymore why that was something she would ever want to resist.

And certainly Laura wasn't going to tell her. "Yes, wet!" she cooed, as if rewarding a particularly slow student for that first big breakthrough. "You're getting wet watching porn and you want to play with your pussy. That's what people do when they watch porn, sweetie, they play with themselves, and don't you want to get that skirt off and rub your pretty cunt now? Let's go ahead and masturbate together, babe." She helped Marissa get naked from the waist down, a task that was proving intolerably complex under the circumstances, and then undressed herself to sit side by side with Marissa with their warm bodies pressed right up against each other. It was shockingly, overwhelmingly intimate.

"Here, sweetie, let's get those tits out," Laura murmured, undoing the buttons on Marissa's blouse to expose her heavy breasts, and Marissa was faintly astonished to find the fabric already soaked with saliva. She knew she'd been sitting there, staring slack-jawed at the screen for... for a long time, her brain sluggishly supplied... but she didn't realize she'd been drooling just like the woman she was watching. It stirred another feeling of familiarity, but somehow her sense of kinship with deeply hypnotized Kimmie only made her foggy and befuddled mind feel even weaker. Kimmie couldn't think. Kimmie couldn't resist. And Marissa saw herself in Kimmie.

"Oooh, it--it just feels so good, doesn't it, sweetie?" Laura grunted, a tiny bit of her composure crumbling around the edges as her fingers dove into her wet snatch and the scent of sex filled the air. Marissa found her pace matching her old friend's, with both of them in turn matching the motions of Laura's fingers in Kimmie's cunt on the screen. Marissa found herself increasingly confused about whose fingers she was feeling inside her pussy--even though she knew it had to be her own hand against her smooth, tawny pubic mound, her brain was so foggy and the evidence of her own eyes so compelling that it was easier to just accept what she was seeing.

Laura was playing with her pussy. Laura's voice was in her ears. Laura was making her wet and horny, and when Marissa found herself whimpering out, "Uhn, uhn, uh huh," it was Laura's suggestions she was once again accepting in a spirit of vague and indolent compliance. The screen began to blur ever so slightly as the muscles around Marissa's eyes relaxed into a glassy, thousand-yard stare, but that didn't seem to matter anymore. The porn was inside her brain now, and it only got hotter once Marissa stopped really seeing Kimmie and fully substituted herself as the mewling slut in Laura's lap.

There was a brief moment of stuttering confusion inside her head when she felt a second set of fingers alongside her own, but then Laura moved Marissa's hand to a different, slightly unfamiliar pussy and she soon settled right back into the same masturbatory rhythm. "That's it, that's a good girl," Laura moaned, and if Marissa understood that she had a brief window of opportunity to think for herself while her old friend was distracted with orgasmic bliss, it was soon lost in her own potent and overwhelming climax. God, porn was so wonderful.

Hypnosis porn was even better, and Marissa felt her head bob up and down in amiable acceptance as Laura's words slipped into the back of her head without triggering even a hint of critical thought. If watching hypnosis porn made her cum... and cum... and cum... then wouldn't it feel even better to become hypnosis porn? "I want to be your porn star, Mistress," she heard herself saying, and even if the voice sounded like a mindless drone utterly bereft of will or intellect it was still hers. And if she said it, she must have meant it. And if she really meant it, was there any better time than now to turn herself into porn for Laura?

They set up the camera right there in front of the couch, with Marissa settling herself between Laura's thighs just like the woman she'd been watching and staring at the lens of the camera as though it was her lover's mesmerizing gaze. "You're already so deeply hypnotized, aren't you, my good little slut?" Laura murmured in her ears, and just the thought of being Laura's vapid, brainwashed fucktoy made Marissa's breath hitch in her throat until she could barely bring herself to answer.

But she finally got the words out, droning, "Yes, Mistress, I'm your hypnotized slave and I must obey." Laura rewarded her with an intense and powerful climax, strumming on her clit as though she still remembered that single encounter from a decade ago with eidetic precision and knew exactly how to make Marissa scream in ecstasy, and the tiny bubble of loose and muzzy thought remaining to Marissa could only devote itself to gratitude for having this moment captured forever. She already knew she'd want to masturbate to this again, every single time she needed to cum, and she was overjoyed to imagine seeing the look on her own face when she finally surrendered to Laura for good.

THE END