“You’re already down so deep that I don’t even think we need to fractionate you this time!” Mary grinned, her tongue reaching out to slowly wet her lips. “It worked wonders for getting all of this going… but now that your mind learned how to sink into trance I think you’re pretty good at it.”

Mary’s nose rubbed slowly against Samantha’s. The touch was gentle, less sensuous and more tender instead. Body feeling so heavy, mind so tangled in trance, Samantha couldn’t return the gesture, but she could quietly mewl.

Her ability to act on her own might have been hampered, but that didn’t make her any less aware of just how much she was enjoying everything that Mary was doing.

It didn’t stop her from melting even deeper the safer she felt under Mary’s control.

“So if we don’t need to take you down any deeper…” Mary traced a fingertip slowly along Samantha’s cheekbone, her dark blue eyes hooding so low. “We should get right to the point of teaching my pretty new pet how her mind is going to work from now on… Because you said you wanted to obey. You said you wanted to feel weak, to feel powerless…” Mary’s finger moved down to under Samantha’s chin, lifting it enough to earn a tired mewl. “I think we can do that, Samantha. I don’t even think it’ll be very difficult…

“You think so too… don’t you…?”

At first, all that Samantha could do was mewl. Following along with Mary’s words had her once again wrapped up in feelings she wasn’t used to savoring. She wasn’t used to someone understanding what she wanted, much less so brazenly indulging it.

It took effort, but not active, conscious effort, for Samantha to respond. Instead of moving her lips on her own, it was more like she needed to push focus into her lips, and then the words flowed out all on their own as Samantha surrendered to Mary’s inquiry. “Y-yesss… sh-shouldn’t be… very… difficult…”

“Perfect!” Mary giggled, her voice closer and closer to a whisper as her lips moved closer and closer to Samantha’s own. When she spoke again, each syllable was like a small kiss that shuddered its way across Samantha’s body. “Perfect… just… like… you…”

S-soft lips… Another concept drifted through Samantha’s mind. She couldn’t hold onto it, but that didn’t stop it from trembling through her body. Perfect… she thinks I’m… perfect…

“Y’know…” For a moment Mary hummed in thought, and Samantha mewled at the gentle vibration from Mary’s lips. “I think we can tie all of those things together. Like… If I tell you that every time that I kiss you…” Their lips met again, a slow, tender kiss. It didn’t last long, and it didn’t go any deeper, but it still had Samantha moaning as it ended. “You’re obeying me. You’re giving in to me… and you’re so powerless to do anything about it. You’re so weak to my lips, Samantha…

“That would mean that my lips are stronger than your mind… that my lips are stronger than you.” Mary’s low giggle made Samantha clench and shudder. How the younger woman could sound so innocent while doing such dramatic things to Samantha felt impossible, but even if she’d been able to access her full faculties there wouldn’t have been an argument to find. “That means that all it takes to make it so all you can do is obey, so that you’re completely helpless to anything I want…?”

Samantha shuddered in anticipation. She could feel what was coming next. Her lips tingled. Her thighs clenched. Her breath hitched in her throat. Her fingers tried to grasp at something, anything, but only managed to twitch.

“Just one simple thing…”

Mary’s lips melted into Samantha’s again, but this time there was nothing quick about the kiss. As their lips met, Mary’s lips pressed herself so much firmer into Samantha. Her fingers stroked along both of Samantha’s cheeks, and up to move through her hair. Nails teased at her scalp, and when Samantha’s lips moved in a mewl, that was when Mary’s tongue darted inside.

Just like the way she moved her lips against Samantha’s, the sensual massage Mary lavished on Samantha’s tongue was slow and methodical. Her fingers grasped at Samantha’s hair, pulling just enough for the older woman to groan at the sharp bite of pleasure. As intense as it was, the smoothness of Mary’s kiss made the moment blur into the hazy, hypnotic lust that held Samantha enraptured.

Even in her hazy state, Samantha’s mind couldn’t help but shudder out a truth that made the moment all the more enticing.

No one’s ever kissed me like this…! Samantha moaned into Mary’s mouth, feeling the raw power of Mary’s lips taming her mind. They really were so powerful, and the longer she drowned in the kiss the less she could imagine the possibility of denying Mary anything. Even… even back when we were in high school… Janice never kissed me like this…!

Thoughts of Janice weren’t enough to break Samantha out of the moment. They didn’t even come with a twinge of guilt, passing through and away from her like water through a strainer.

All that was left was Mary, and the passionate kiss that was sending Samantha spiraling deeper and deeper into the younger woman’s hypnotic spell.

When the kiss finally ended, Samantha was boneless, quietly groaning under her breath as her hips tried to roll into the woman straddling her. The motion was weak and futile, barely accomplishing anything more than keeping her body moving. Mary didn’t mind at all, watching every movement with a pleased grin.

Mmm… when she moves like that… Mary couldn’t hold back her groan, her thighs clenching tight. Knowing that Samantha could feel it, that Samantha knew how her surrender was arousing Mary made it that much better. She’s as hot for me as I am for her…

Who could ever deny this woman anything?

“There…” Mary was breathless, her body heaving as she tried her best to recover. Hearing it in Mary’s voice made Samantha acutely aware of just how much that kiss had impacted Mary—even if it was in a very different way than it had affected her. “You felt yourself… surrendering to that kiss… didn’t you… Samantha?” Mary groaned, rubbing her forehead against Samantha’s as she rubbed her body down against hers more, her thighs, her chest, her skin itself burning and tingling with desire. “You felt just how weak you were… just how much… I was in control… how much I’m still in control…

“Because every time I kiss you, Samantha…” Mary’s lips met Samantha’s again. It was soft and quick, but still sent shudders rippling across Samantha’s body. “You can feel yourself surrendering again… You can feel my lips making you weak… You can feel my lips making you more pitiful… for me… Can’t you…?”

Samantha groaned. It was a deep, low, guttural sound that came at the same moment as her entire body shuddered and tensed. “Y-yesss… e-every kiss… s-surrendering…! Weak…” Samantha moaned, her eyes fluttering without opening. Her wavy hair fell messily around her face. Her lips couldn’t quite close. “P-pitiful…”

“So… Pitiful…” Mary sucked Samantha’s lip into her mouth, nibbling, tugging. Samantha’s eyes rolled back into her head, her spine arching in the perfect way to grind her breasts against Mary. Every time she felt aware of Samantha’s curves it sent shudders through Mary’s body all over again.

It was like a small reminder that once Samantha was hypnotized enough, those breasts would be hers to do whatever she wanted whenever she wanted.

Fuck, she’s so hot!

Samantha’s lip fell free from Mary’s mouth, and the younger woman kissed a slow path along her cheek to whisper with lips grazing her ear. “I bet we can do even better… push your mind even further.”

Just the idea made Samantha shudder and whine. Her clit tingled as she shook even after the initial hit of the idea passed through her.

Further… she’s going to take me further… control me… more…

Samantha could feel her inhibitions as distant worries, poking at her, whining that this wasn’t the sort of thing that she should let happen, but that felt so silly. Mary’s kisses had made her surrender so deeply. Any self-control she might have once been able to use to take control of herself was out of her reach—claimed by Mary herself.

All I can do is surrender…

Mary’s pause to catch her breath wasn’t giving Samantha any time to gather herself. It was giving her time to make her more vulnerable, more open, more helpless to the younger woman’s control.

All I can do is… is…

So hazy, Mary’s words in Samantha’s memory were more powerful than her own mind had ever been. Her mind could only flow in the directions that Mary laid out for her.

Obey!

“I won’t always be able to reach you with my lips… or when I can…?” Mary giggled, right into Samantha’s ear. The sound made Samantha shudder and moan again, the sound more distant, the shudders softer. It was difficult for her body to keep up such dramatic motions for so long when it wasn’t used to these feelings. It was easier to melt into the couch.

Mary’s lips kissed her ear, and Samantha could only quietly groan and shiver.

“It might not be on your lips… It might need to be the back of your hand, or…” Mary kissed two of her fingers, the sound of a kiss unmistakable to Samantha even with her eyes closed. She moaned at the feeling of Mary’s fingers against her lips, instinctively kissing the pressing digits. “Even by proxy… so I think we’re going to instead make the idea of me, and kisses enough to overpower your mind—at least a little.”

For another long moment, Mary made a thoughtful little hum.

Samantha could only shudder in subdued anticipation.

After a cute little sound of epiphany, Mary hooded her eyes. “Let’s try this! It’s simple. It’s small. I don’t want it to make you cum or even make you feel completely powerless to me or anything silly like that… I just want you to feel my power inside of you—to know that this would never happen to you, you would never be so affected by this if anyone else did it, but you are because I’m hypnotizing you… because I’m brainwashing you…”

She’s… really brainwashing me…! Samantha groaned. There’s no going back… She’s making my mind belong to her… really belong to her…!

Mary slowly kissed from Samantha’s ear, back along her cheek, sparing Samantha’s lips a quick kiss, and then pecked across to her other ear. Mary’s tongue reached out, flicking at the very tip of Samantha’s neglected ear. It wasn’t a very powerful touch, but it was precise enough to have Samantha whimpering.

Then, Mary whispered a single, soft word.

“Kiss.”

Samantha groaned. It wasn’t very loud—barely even a whisper. She didn’t tense all over or rise up off of the couch. She groaned, her face twitching as her thighs tightened. Her nipples throbbed. To anyone who wasn’t straddling her, those reactions might have even been easy to ignore or pass off as idle squirming.

To Mary, every small reaction spoke volumes.

All I need to do is just say the word—a simple little word—and she reacts! She reacts… so… cute. Mary shivered, biting at the dampened tip of Samantha’s ear. Samantha groaned, and Mary grinded down against her. Something about this feels even stronger than using two words to pull her down into trance! I couldn’t do that with anyone else around—not if I wanted to keep myself from ruining her life—but this?

I could spam this at her and she’d probably be fine!

Mary’s giggling was downright giddy as she grazed her tongue around and around the sensitive point that kept eliciting such adorable sounds of pleasure.

“Kiss!”

Samantha mewled, a louder sound for a more dramatic usage of the word. This time it was a much firmer whisper, a much more powerful sound. There was more of the idea, so there was more of the reaction.

Mary couldn’t stop herself from giggling louder to the point she needed to pull her lips away from Samantha’s ear.

I don’t think I could find a way to make this more amazing! Samantha is just so… so… Mary whined under her breath as her eyes slowly gazed across the beautiful woman slumped back into the couch beneath her. Adorable! She’s so kinky in ways I never even thought about, but now that I have… I can see why she likes it so much!

This is amazing…! Mary grinned, and did her best to ignore the gentle pang she felt in her chest. This is amazing, and this is only the second time we’re doing this together…!

Samantha mewled, doing little more than breathing and occasionally quivering without Mary’s control guiding her towards the next action. It was so much easier to surrender to Mary’s whims. With them gone, nothing inside of her mind rose up to take their place. Samantha simply drifted along, waiting for Mary to speak.

It was peaceful, a safe place where she didn’t need to worry when Mary would talk when or what she would say.

She knew, without even needing to be told that Mary would take care of everything.

A familiar buzzing sound filled the air, and Mary shivered as it brought aspects of reality back into focus that had been pushed so far to the side that they’d nearly been forgotten entirely.

Shit, I let myself get carried away…!

It was impossible for her to mistake the sound of her phone vibrating. Someone was messaging her, and Mary had a pretty good idea of who it probably was. Plenty of people had her contact information, but there were still more likely suspects.

Someone who was expecting to see her after class and never did, and lived in the same home where her own mother was being straddled, hypnotized, and conditioned by her best friend’s words? That seemed much more likely than someone she hadn’t even spoken with. Hellen was probably busy with her homework. Willow was probably too focused on Jennie like she usually was after school, and thinking of Jennie meant thinking of where she would have been after school. It made Mary remember who else would be there, too.

Chloe… did practice get out early? Did she finally decide to call me out for not showing up? I need to check, but I don’t want to move!

Mary’s backpack buzzed again as if reminding her that not wanting it to be real wasn’t going to change anything. Mary reluctantly agreed, if only mentally. Reality wasn’t going to bend to her whims like Samantha would, and it didn’t matter how much she pouted about how warm and comfortable she was.

She needed to do something.

Soon.

“Okay, Samantha…” Her hands rose up, cupping Samantha’s cheeks. Mary’s thumbs rubbed slow, lazy spirals as she did her best to push herself back into the low and quiet “sexy hypnotist voice” she’d been cultivating for her lover. “You’re going to stay just as weak to my kisses, if they’re from my lips, from my fingers passing one from my lips to yours, or that word… but I’m going to need you to wake up for me… to think again for me…”

Samantha whined.

Don’t want to think again so soon… Doesn’t feel like it’s been that long… Haven’t had enough… want more…!

Her reasons were loud in her mind, but her mind itself was still too weak, too soft, to express any ideas of her own without prompting. Samantha could only pout as she stayed deep in hypnotic submission. Her surrender was much more important than her preference to stay in trance.

“I know, Samantha, I know… I don’t want it to end either, but it would be very bad if Chloe got home and found us like thi—”

Loud laughter came from the direction of the front door, and Mary stiffened. Samantha continued to make pouting whines, but raised no further objection than that.

Oh shit!

“So I need you to take a deep breath, and flutter your eyes for me, alright? I need you to do your best to wake up as quick as you can, to think as quick as you can, because your daughter is right outside the front door, and neither of us want her to find us like this!”

As if to make her point that much stronger, that much more impossible to argue or ignore, Mary waited for Samantha to take the deep breath before she pressed her lips to Samantha’s for a hard, firm, quick kiss.

Samantha mewled, her eyes opening wide as she heard the unmistakable sound of the deadbolt starting to slide.

Chloe’s home?!

Her thoughts returning to her like a freight train, Samantha only barely resisted the impulse to shove Mary out of her lap and onto the floor.