The two of them were at the top of their class in classical hypnosis. Most would have figured they had nothing to prove, but that's what can separate the dominant from the pretender. That desire to control, to take, to own, and right now, the both of them had one thing in common. They wanted the other as their hypnotized plaything.

 

"My eyes. Just keep staring. Focusing deeper. Deeper into them." She said, her voice a promise of seduction. Alys oozed allure made all the more appealing by her wearing a low cut blouse that seemed barely able to contain her amble breasts. Arms crossed in a teasing defiance, she allowed her body to give the faintest hint of a sway. "The deeper you stare. The more you lose focus. The more you just seem to get lost. Because my eyes are so hypnotic. So powerful. No one can resist their gaze. And once you look. You can't help but go deeper. Stare a bit longer. Just a bit more. It's okay to stare. It feels so good to just let go."

Sure, he could stare into her eyes. Just a little longer at least. He held his arm up, dangling a clear crystal before her alluring gaze. Cael had been eying her for a long time. Since before this semester even started. Hell. One of the reasons he studied so hard was to catch her. To watch her eyes glaze over as he stared into them. "You're such a good hypnotist, Alys. But I know that one of the reasons you're so good. Is that you want to fall away into trance. You want to let go, submit, and allow my trance to cloud your mind. So just watch the crystal. Slowly swaying. back and forth. Left to right. Each sway helping your mind relax. Each sway helps you sink off and obey. Each sway, flashing my hypnosis into your mind. You can't resist it.

It's not that she wanted to entrance others. She just had this talent for it. And it was hot, putting people under her command. Flash.. Flash. She blinked, it was an entertaining idea, to sink into trance. however, she held her gaze firm. She saw his eyes were locked on hers. She didn't notice her own sway matching the crystal pendant. "That's true at least. You can't resist hypnosis. Once starts. It takes over. You can feel it. Your body starts to lock up. It's just that you're so fascinated. You can feel yourself freezing. Body freezing. Eyes locked onto mine. Mind freezing. Slowing. It's getting so hard to think. So hard to move. And the deeper you stare. The more you simply lock into place. Unable to move. Unable to think. Just listening to me, staring deeply.

"That's true." He found himself saying, his mind softly whispering those words back, "you can't resist hypnosis once it starts." He felt his body stiffening. Standing at attention. In more ways than one. He stared deeply into her eyes. "You're watching the crystal. Watching it sway. You need to obey. Obey and surrender. You're a good girl. You should stop thinking now. You should just listen to me." He couldn't move. It was getting so hard to think. He could see her eyes losing focus. Just a little more. He was so fascinated with watching her mind go blank. He just needed to listen to her a bit more. He didn't need to think about it.

She was a good girl. She smiled. It felt so nice to just... "Obey.. You obey and stop thinking now. Unable to move. Unable to think. Just obey. Listen. Surrender." She couldn't help it. Her eyes couldn't resist the need to follow the crystal. Swaying. Back and forth. Her crossed arms loosened, falling to her sides. Her thoughts could feel herself wanting to obey, to be a good girl. She was a good girl. "Just give now. You can't think. Can't move. You can't do anything but sink away into trance. Just give in. Let go. And fall away into a deep obedient trance for me."

Even though he could see her arms fall, her eyes taking on a cloudy hue, he just couldn't... Think.. "Obey.." he said softly. He couldn't move. He felt his mind fall away into trance. His eyes widened, glazing over as he lost his mind in Her eyes.

She felt it. His mind giving in. "That's right. Obey." She slowly reached up, taking hold of his crystal, taking it away. He stood in place, his arm still extended out. His eyes locked on hers, wide, glassy. His body at attention. "You need to obey me now. Your mind just keeps sinking. Deeper down. Letting me in. Letting me take control. Your mind is frozen. Accepting. Open. You just obey now. And you want to sink deeper into trance. Don't you?"

 

Obey. That's right. She took his crystal away, but he still couldn't move. He was frozen. Mind frozen. Sinking deeper. He loved how this felt. "Yes." He replied, his voice now devoid of the power it held. It sounded softer, weaker.

 

And that voice only drove Alys on. "Trance feels so perfect. So wonderful. You can't help but need to sink deeper down for me." She could feel a shiver of pleasure when she saw Cael's mind react. She knew he had wanted to trance her. But she couldn't allow that. Not when she knew how deeply he could control others. She couldn't allow someone to have that over her. "The best way to sink deeper into trance, is to submit. You don't need to do anything else. Just submit. Let me in. Give in."

He could just submit. Give in. He felt her sliding down his pants. He was frozen in place. Like a doll. A plaything. He was a plaything. Her hand was on his cock. Stroking. God he was so hard. No one could do this to him. Normally he was in control. But around Alys. Around Mistress. He was just a weak, "toy.. Your object.." he said. Mistress was saying things. But he couldn't hear it. Not that it mattered. A toy didn't need to hear its Mistress, just obey Her. Please Her. Be used by Her. it's world was Her eyes. The toy felt its body move. Sitting down as Mistress straddled it. Riding Her toy, and toy took pleasure at pleasing Mistress. That was toy's purpose in life. A toy would always be a weak minded submissive around Mistress, in fact toy was always submissive, it never did like the idea of control. Service was pleasure. Being used was bliss, and toy felt itself cum again and again. Whenever Mistress commanded. Smiling it looked up as Mistress walked off to the shower.

 

toy got dressed again and felt awareness return to his mind. He smiled, blissful, dreamy. Life was perfect. He found himself picking up the discarded clothes. He needed to wash them, and Mistress would like a cold drink. And so the submissive toy went about its duties. It didn't matter to the toy how it had even gotten to Mistress' house. Nothing about its old life mattered anymore. Finally toy was happy, free, perfect. toy had always wanted this.