Part One: The Trance of Higher Learning 

Brandy Lancaster had never been a girl who worried much about academics. College was supposed to be fun,parties, boys, shopping, and showing off the kind of body that turned heads even when she was just walking to class. She had never needed to be smart, not when a pout and a well-timed giggle could get her what she wanted.  

So when her psychology professor, Dr. Callahan, had called her into his office for a “discussion about her performance,” she hadn’t been all that concerned. She had aced getting by on sheer charm before,

why should this be any different?  

Except… Callahan wasn’t like the other professors. He didn’t get flustered when she leaned in close. He didn’t trip over himself when her skirt just 'happened' to ride up a little too high. He wasn’t some nervous old man who didn’t know what to do with a girl like her.  

No, Dr. Callahan was something else entirely.   

Tall, broad-shouldered, always impeccably dressed in charcoal suits that did nothing to hide the powerful build beneath. Dark eyes, cold and calculating behind his glasses, never lingering where she expected them to. His voice was deep, smooth, the kind that made even the most mundane lecture sound like a secret being whispered into the dark.  

And right now, he was watching her with the kind of gaze that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t fully understand.  

“Brandy.” His voice cut through the silence like a scalpel, precise and sharp. “Do you know why you’re here?”  

She giggled, twirling a lock of platinum hair around her finger. “Ummm, ‘cause I’m failing?”  

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Yes. Abysmally.”  

She pouted. “Awww, but I, like, try soooo hard.”  

Callahan sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Brandy, you’ve turned in exactly three assignments this entire semester. All of which were barely coherent.”  

She giggled again. “Oopsies.”  

Something flickered in his gaze, something unreadable, and for the first time since she had waltzed in, she felt a tiny prickle of unease.  

“I believe,” he said slowly, “that your problem isn’t intelligence.”  

She perked up at that. “See? I 'am' smart!”  

His smirk was almost imperceptible. “No. Your problem is focus.”  

She frowned, but before she could say anything else, he reached into his desk and pulled out something small, something that caught the light with a soft, golden gleam.  

A pendant.  

It was simple, just a small, polished disk hanging from a delicate chain, but something about it made her pause.  

Callahan held it up between them, letting it sway ever so slightly.  

“Brandy, have you ever been hypnotized before?”  

She blinked. “Uh. What?”  

His voice was soft, almost lulling. “Hypnosis. A technique used to improve concentration. Help with learning difficulties. You 'do' want to pass my class, don’t you?”  

Her lips parted, an automatic protest on the tip of her tongue, but the pendant… it was moving now, a slow, rhythmic sway that seemed to pull at her gaze like an invisible thread.  

“Uh-huh…” she murmured, barely aware of the sound of her own voice.  

He leaned forward, just a fraction, and the world seemed to narrow down to the rich timber of his voice and the golden gleam of the pendant.  

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Then just relax. Let your eyes follow the motion. No need to think, no need to worry… just watch.”  

She watched.  

The world felt… fuzzy. Soft around the edges. Her thoughts, normally flitting like butterflies in the wind, felt slow. Heavy.  

“Breathe in,” Callahan instructed. She obeyed without thinking.  

“Breathe out.”  

Her lips parted, releasing a slow exhale.  

He smiled. “That’s it. Such a good girl. Just listen to my voice, let everything else drift away.”  

Somewhere, deep in the sluggish depths of her mind, she knew she should resist. This was weird. This was, like… totally not normal. But the words wouldn’t come. She didn’t 'want' to resist. It felt good to listen.  

His voice wrapped around her like warm silk. “So much easier when you don’t have to think, isn’t it?”  

She nodded, slow, dreamy.  

“Thinking is 'hard' for you,” he mused. “It’s always been hard. But that’s okay. You don’t need to think. You just need to listen.”  

She didn’t know if she actually responded, or if the thought just settled into her bones, heavy and warm.  

Callahan chuckled, low and pleased. “That’s a good girl.”  

The words sent a shiver down her spine.  

“Now… let’s talk about your studies.”  

His voice curled around her mind, shaping her thoughts before they even formed.  

“You don’t need to worry about books or tests. That’s not for girls like you.”  

Something in her, some tiny stubborn part, wanted to argue. That wasn’t true. She 'coul' study. She 'could' try. But the thought barely surfaced before it was slipping away, drowned in the soft, easy haze of his voice.  

“Pretty girls like you,” he continued, “don’t need to strain themselves. They just need to listen. To obey.”  

Obey.  

The word settled into her chest with a strange, languid pleasure.  

His smirk deepened. “And you 'are' a pretty girl, aren’t you?”  

Her lips parted. “Mmmhmm…”  

“So very pretty.” The pendant gleamed. “So very obedient.”  

The last tendrils of resistance melted away, her body sinking into the chair, boneless, mind empty.  

“Yes,” she breathed.  

He leaned back, satisfied.  

“Good girl.”

Part Two: Extra Credit

Brandy sat there, bathed in the dim glow of Professor Callahan’s office lamp, her glossy lips slightly parted, her big blue eyes blank and unfocused. The pendant had stopped swinging, but it didn’t matter. The real weight holding her down wasn’t the little golden disk—it was his voice, the soft, insistent commands that had wound themselves deep inside her empty little head, leaving her mind smooth and pliant.  

Callahan leaned back in his chair, watching her. He had seen the signs of susceptibility in her from the first day of class—her short attention span, the way she floundered whenever a lecture got too complex, her utter reliance on charm and body language to get by. The perfect subject. A girl who had never needed her brain for anything but batting her lashes and pouting her lips.  

Now, she wouldn’t need it at all.  

He tapped his fingers against the desk. “Brandy, can you hear me?”  

A dreamy little sigh slipped from her lips. “Mmhmm…”  

He smirked.  

“Tell me, sweetheart, do you remember why you’re here?”  

She frowned, just a little, like the answer was drifting at the edge of her consciousness but wouldn’t quite land. “Ummm… ‘Cause I needed extra credit?”  

“That’s right,” he murmured. “And you want to be a good girl and earn it, don’t you?”  

A slow, dazed nod. “Uh-huh.”  

He stood, moving around the desk, watching as her big blue eyes followed him automatically, hazy and trusting.  

“Then stand up.”  

She obeyed without hesitation, pushing herself to her feet, swaying just a little in her dizzy, trance-heavy state.  

His fingers traced up the curve of her cheek, and she leaned into the touch with a soft little whimper.  

“Good girl,” he said again, and he could 'see' it in the way her breath hitched, the way her body reacted to the praise like it was something warm and addictive curling through her veins.  

And it was.  

She didn’t know it yet, not 'consciously', but she was already learning. Obedience felt 'good'. Listening felt 'good'. And the more she let go, the better it would feel.  

Callahan let his fingers drift lower, ghosting down the column of her throat, pausing at the first undone button of her blouse.  

“Tell me, Brandy… how far are you willing to go for a passing grade?”  

Her lips parted. Her breath was shallow, her thoughts slow. He could almost 'see'

the way his words slid into her foggy little mind, shaping her reality, making her pliant and eager and willing.  

Her answer, when it finally came, was soft and dreamy.  

“As far as you want, Professor…”  

Professor Callahan's heart raced slightly at Brandy's submissive response, the primal part of his brain waking up, aroused by her compliance and the power he held over her. His gaze drifted down to her ample cleavage straining against the cotton blouse, then further south to her skirt riding up her smooth thighs. His mouth went dry. He took a step closer, until their bodies were inches apart,close enough to pick up on her vanilla scent mingled with a hint of Head & Shoulders. A smirk tugged at one corner of his mouth as he noticed the textbook propped open under her ass on the edge of his desk - Biology 101. How fitting.

"Brandy, darling," he began, his voice low and husky, barely above a whisper. "I know exactly how far we'll go together today." He reached out, tracing her collarbone with his fingers, drawing idle patterns on her soft skin. Her breath hitched visibly, her pupils dilated as she tracked his every movement. The power rush he felt was exhilarating.

"Unbutton your blouse, sweetheart," he commanded softly, taking a step back to appreciate the view. His groin tightened as she eagerly complied, fingers fumbling slightly with excitement and remnants of her docile haze. One by one, buttons popped open, revealing the lacy emerald bra cupping her generous breasts. His eyes darkened, appreciating the sight before him - the way her breasts swelled over the top of her bra, just begging for his touch. "Good girl," he praised, licking his lips unconsciously.

Professor Callahan's cock throbbed inside his pants, yearning for release. He undid his belt one-handed, letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Brandy's gaze dropped to his waist, watching slack-jawed as he undid his fly, revealing black boxer briefs straining against the outline of his hard shaft. A small bead of precum formed at the tip, wetting the fabric.

"Are you ready, Brandy?" He asked, his voice rough with desire. She nodded eagerly, leaning back on her palms atop the desk, pushing her tits forward. Callahan smacked his lips together, taking in her exposed flesh and her willingness. He stepped forward again, grasping her chin firmly and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. Inhaling deeply through her nose, he could smell her arousal, a sweet muskiness that made his mouth water.

"Tell me," he demanded, keeping eye contact even as he moved one hand to grasp himself through his underwear. "What do you think we should do to make sure you pass this class?"

Brandy gulped, her eyes flashing between his gaze and the tented bulge in his pants. "Whatever you say, Professor Callahan… Please, teach me."

Professor Callahan released his grip on Brandy's chin, allowing his hand to travel down her chin, along her neck, until he reached the top of her emerald bra. He hooked one finger underneath the fabric, teasing the side of her breast before slowly pulling downward, revealing her nipple. It hardened under his watchful gaze, begging for attention.

With a low growl, he leaned forward, capturing the bud in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, sucking gently. Brandy gasped, arching her back, pressing herself further into his mouth. He rewarded her enthusiasm with a hand creeping up her thigh,under her skirt, inching closer to her panties.

Meanwhile, his other hand continued its slow dance along her skin, tracing patterns around her nipple, then traveling upward to unhook her bra completely. He revealed her second breast, giving it equal amounts of attention before recladding himself in front of her. His breath was hot on her skin now, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he helped her shift further back onto the desk.

He looked up at Brandy and pulled back slightly,taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes. "This body deserves rewards, Brandy," he said, his voice barely audible except to her hypno-conditioned ears. "Now spread your legs for me, baby girl. Show me how badly you want mine."

Brandy whimpered, not out of fear or hesitation, but eagerness, and began to comply, allowing her knees to slowly spread apart while keeping herself propped up by her arms behind her. Callahan took note of the moisture darkening the crotch of her panties - black cotton bikinis with lace trim, and licked his lips hungrily before leaning down once more.

His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her skirt the rest of the way up and exposing more of her legs. He hooked thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pulled them off slowly, revealing her glistening pink slit, freshly shaven and practically begging for attention.

Callahan settled onto his knees, positioning himself between her legs and pushing them further apart until they hung loosely over his shoulders. He could feel the heat radiating off of her sex as he breathed against it, making Brandy squirm impatiently.

Without warning, he leaned forward and licked along her folds with one firm stroke of his tongue, pausing to circle her clit before delving inside briefly before retreating again. Brandy let out a shaky moan, pressing her hips upward, seeking more contact. He chuckled softly against her thigh and placed a gentle kiss on the tender flesh near the apex before repeating his earlier action.

This time, he continued exploring her depths with his tongue until finding that sweet spot buried within. Brandy's moans grew louder, her body tensing. Callahan knew she wouldn't last much longer - nor did he want her to. He wanted nothing more than to watch her unravel completely.

With renewed determination, he focused on that magical point, relentlessly applying pressure and flicking his tongue over it while inserting first one finger, then another into her tight channel. It didn't take long before Brandy was quivering, her inner walls clenching around his digits.

"Yes," he whispered hoarsely, appreciating the show, eagerly taking note of her every reaction. "Come for me, sweetheart. Show me how much you want to learn."

And as Brandy shattered beneath him, crying out unintelligibly and came, Callahan knew that this class was just beginning—and he couldn't wait to teach her everything

The office was quiet, save for the soft hum of the desk lamp and Brandy’s slow, uneven breaths. She stood there, dazed and pliant, her body still thrumming with warmth, her mind utterly weightless. She didn’t 'think' about what had just happened, thinking was hard, and she didn’t 'need' to think anymore. She only needed to 'listen'.  

Callahan straightened his tie, studying her with satisfaction. She was perfect. Empty. Soft. His to mold.  

He reached out, brushing a strand of platinum hair behind her ear. “How do you feel, Brandy?”  

She let out a lazy, breathy giggle. “Sooo good…”  

“That’s because you were a very good girl for me.”  

A shudder ran down her spine at the praise, her lashes fluttering.  

He smirked. 'Yes, she was learning.'  

Callahan walked back to his desk, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a single sheet of paper. He held it out to her.  

“Here’s your new grade.”  

Brandy blinked, her gaze sluggishly dropping to the page. Her glossy lips curled into a delighted little “O” as she took it, staring at the big, bold 'A' at the top.  

“Oh my gosh,” she breathed. “I passed?”  

He chuckled. “Of course, sweetheart. You worked very hard for it.”  

Her manicured fingers clutched the paper, her expression a mixture of triumph and dreamy satisfaction. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t read a single textbook, hadn’t studied for a single test. All that mattered was that she had listened.  

That she had 'obeyed'.  

Callahan leaned back in his chair, watching her with dark amusement.  

“You’ll keep coming to my off

ice, won’t you, Brandy?”  

She nodded eagerly, curls bouncing. “Mmmhmm!”  

“Good girl.”  

A delighted little whimper escaped her, her knees pressing together.  

Yes. This was only the beginning.  

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