“D-down…” Samantha repeated the word as all of the tension in her body quickly drained. All of her struggle, all of her resistance, all of the things Mary mentioned that existed to keep her from someone taking advantage of her all grew quieter and quieter. The grip of Mary’s hands was feeling stronger and stronger than Samantha’s grip on her own control with every moment.

Giving in again, even knowing what would happen, drained away so much of Samantha’s strength.

It wasn’t a conscious thought, knowing that if she was willing to give in to Mary now there was no way it would get any easier or she would find any better reason to be the respectable woman she thought she wanted to be, but that didn’t keep it from impacting Samantha powerfully regardless.

“That’s right, Samantha…” Mary sighed happily as she slowly caressed the sides of Mary’s head. “Down. Deeper and deeper down. Deeper down than before. Always deeper down.”

“A-always… deeper… down…”

Samantha quivered, her already loosened body quickly becoming truly limp. The growing haze from so many back-to-back drops down into trance had her mind reeling dramatically. She was already feeling deeper than before without Mary’s guidance. With it she was down so deep it was hard to tell which way was up.

There was only down in every direction.

Her voice is so beautiful when she’s mindless! Mary couldn’t stop herself from frenzied grinning. Any need she had to hold it back was gone now that Samantha couldn’t see her face. It’s always pretty, but it brings out something… something more.

I’m so fucking glad I borrowed this book!

Mary grinded her body down against Samantha’s, earning a soft, quivery whine. “That’s good, very good… you’ve sunk down. So deep. You’re lost in another hypnotic trance where the only thing you need to do, the only thing that you can do, is listen to my voice.” Samantha mewled. Her voice murmured sleepily from between heavy lips, as though she were attempting to repeat or acknowledge but her lips simply felt too heavy to work properly with the amount of force she was currently capable of exerting without direction. “That’s right, Samantha…

“Listening to my voice… Listening to my voice, and letting it guide you… Listening to my voice…” Mary’s lips softly pressed in to the top of Samantha’s head, a slow, tender kiss that sent shivers across Samantha’s body. “It’s so simple, so easy to do… and it’s what you wanted to happen…” Mary kissed again, softer, and this time Samantha’s shudders were minimal, but her soft sound of bliss was still enough to make Mary squirm above her. “Isn’t that right…?”

Now, with Mary requesting Samantha’s reply, it was so much easier to force words from her lips. “Yesss… What I… wanted… right-t…”

A hot feeling burned across Samantha’s chest, but it soon faded into a dull ache that she was too deep to attempt any level of comprehending. It was far easier to keep sinking deeper and deeper and let herself drift away from any and all feelings of discomfort.

Mary was so warm against her, such a soothing presence that excited her every bit as much as she calmed her. Every place their bodies met, even with layers of clothing between them, felt like simmering bliss to the hypnotized, helpless housewife. Mary shifted lower, her lips pressing to Samantha’s forehead, and the heat from that simple intimate gesture made Samantha’s thighs quiver.

“Before…” Mary’s lips kissed a slow path from Samantha’s forehead to her ear. Each kiss lingered, slow and savoring the taste of Samantha’s skin and the reactions it drew from the woman beneath her. “You said that the kiss… could have been more.

“My Samantha wanted a deeper kiss… a more passionate, intimate kiss…” Mary giggled, very gently kissing the tip of Samantha’s ear with wet lips before breathing across the damp spot she’d left behind. Samantha groaned, her eyes fluttering as her lips parted and twisted. “Didn’t she? She still wants that… now… doesn’t she…?”

So much need trembled through her voice that at first the only thing Samantha could do was shudder and groan.

Finding how to make her mouth work properly wasn’t enough to pull her out of her haze. “Yesss… want… kiss like that… so much…”

Mary hooded her eyes as she placed a fingertip just under Samantha’s chin. “Very good… that’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. I want to help you take care of your desires, Samantha… in part because I’m pretty sure that the two of us have a lot of crossover!” She giggled, kissing Samantha’s ear again to emphasize her point. “I’m going to push on your chin… but I want you to disconnect the idea that me raising it pulls you out of this feeling, alright…?

“Until I give you permission, until I explicitly tell you that you can… nothing can pull you out of this trance. Anything that would… will just pull you down harder, fractionating you a little more.” Mary paused, her thighs squeezing around Samantha’s. “How’s that sound…?”

“G-good…!” This time it was easier for Samantha to respond. Her sleepy voice dripping with hot, sticky lust, making her enthusiasm undeniable. “Sounds… so good… only… down…”

Mary slowly nodded, her eyes fluttering as she purred right into Samantha’s ear. “Perfect…! So, I’m going to start giving you what you want, what you really want. While I do…? I want you to focus on how good it feels. How perfect it feels… How you really don’t want me to stop. How you only really wish that this had happened sooner. Can you do that for me…?”

After Mary finished her request, her finger slowly lifted Samantha’s face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips hung half open. She looked almost asleep, only anchored to consciousness at all by Mary.

“Y-yesss…” Her voice was a hiss of desire, forced out of Samantha as her whole body tightened and squeezed. “Can do that… wish… sooner… don’t… want you to stop-p…”

“Perfect…” Mary slowly wetted her lips, and leaned forward until her nose just barely brushed Samantha’s nose. “Because that’s how I feel, Samantha. I don’t want to stop. I’ve wanted something like this with you for a long time, and I’m happy to give it to you in a way that you want it…”

Mary’s warm breath flowed over Samantha’s lips, and they quivered apart as a deeper groan shook loose.

“And it’s pretty obvious to me that you’ve wanted someone to do this for a long time…” Mary moved closer, her every syllable causing her lips to brush against Samantha’s. “And I’ve wanted you for a long time… so… why not me…?”

Why not… her… Samantha’s mind could only echo Mary’s thoughts as their lips met again, and pleasure burst through her body.

It was only a kiss, and it began innocently enough. The pressure on her sensitive lips was pleasant, but it was how much she wanted it, how much she could only focus on how good it was, how perfect it was. There was no room for her to notice anything that might have been disappointing, or unsatisfying—supposing such sensations were there to begin with.

All that Samantha could feel was Mary being the one to take responsibility for fulfilling her needs in ways that no one else had in so long.

When Mary’s lips parted, Samantha’s parted with them.

Mary’s tongue invaded Samantha’s mouth, the wet, intimate touch drawing out louder, lower moans as her whole body shook.

Perfect…! So perfect!

Samantha’s body was slow to respond, feeling as though she was perceiving and reacting in slow motion, but that didn’t seem to bother Mary at all. Her kiss was ravenous, a kiss that wasn’t just about satisfying Samantha’s desire for a deeper kiss but an act of possession. Her lips pressed harder to Samantha’s. Her tongue danced with Samantha’s, lavishing every small place she could touch with more of that wet, warm friction.

Every small aspect of the kiss tingled with the one thought, the one word that Mary wanted to scream into Samantha’s molten core.

Mine!

The kiss was long, the sort of kiss that felt like it would never end. Samantha writhed through it, her body spending the entire time doing its very best to grind up into Mary’s as her mind was entirely wrapped around Mary’s directives.

It was the most perfect kiss she’d ever imagined.

It was better than any kiss she’d ever felt.

Mary… so… perfect… don’t want her to stop…!

When it finally did, Samantha was breathlessly gasping for air unaware of how close she’d been to losing consciousness amidst their dance of tongues.

“How was that, Samantha…?” Mary quivered, her eyes fluttering. She could still taste Samantha on her lips, on her tongue, and the older woman’s body hadn’t returned to complete stillness. She was still squirming, writhing, twisting in ways that made Mary want to dig in her nails and squeeze until Samantha screamed—and then a little deeper. “Was that everything you wanted from a kiss…?”

Still breathless, Samantha could at first only moan as her head bobbed in pitiful attempts at nods that even her beleaguered mind could tell was an ineffective method of communication. She needed to respond, and she needed to make sure that Mary knew how she felt.

It was an understanding deeper than thoughts, deeper than words, something that tingled and burned in her mind like a cosmic truth that she couldn’t deny.

“Yessss!”

“Mmm… good…!” Mary moaned, her own eyes hooded and glassy.  “That’s exactly… mmm… exactly what I wanted to hear from you…” Both of Mary’s hands moved to hold Samantha’s face, thumbs slowly caressing her cheeks. “But I don’t think that’s all that you want. I don’t think that’s all that you could ever need… that’s just what you knew you needed when those things were unfulfilled…

“So tell me, Samantha…” Her forehead pressed again to Samantha’s, her breath moving across her lips, her thumbs teasing along her face. “Tell me what you want now. Tell me what you need now… I want to know all of it so I can keep making you feel better and better…!”

Shudders raced across Samantha’s body as she mewled. The idea of Mary only wanting to make her feel better, of Mary not being satisfied with what she’d already given, made Samantha pitifully thrash. Between Mary’s body weighing down on hers, and how weak her body felt held deep in Mary’s hypnotic spell, there was only so much she could do even as the anticipation racing through her heated up hotter and hotter.

“Want…” Her voice was smaller. It sounded almost shy as she quivered. “More… Want… You…”

Mary giggled, tsking so quietly as a thumb gently trailed along Samantha’s bottom lip. “I know you want more, Samantha. I told you that… Hmm. Let’s try this another way, huh?” Mary’s lips broke up the moment with a quick smooch to the top of Samantha’s nose, and the next moment both women were giggling. “You wanted to be hypnotized before I came over to give it a shot. I doubt you just wanted to be hypnotized, to feel a little hazy, and then rise back up…

“So why don’t you do me a little favor, Samantha, so I can figure out just how to satisfy all of those fantasies a little better. I want you to take a deep breath for me, to think back to those things you wanted Janice to do with you while you were hypnotized, to do with you while you were hypnotized… and I want you to tell me. Just… let the words flow without thinking.

“I don’t want you to feel like you need to hold back a single one.”

Not… hold back… a single one… Samantha shivered. All of those fantasies were ones that Samantha had given up so long ago that they felt like they existed in another life. Deep breath… think back…

Samantha’s chest swelled inside of her beige sweater as her mind drifted back to when she’d originally sought out the book, to when she’d managed to convince Janice to give it a try.

What did I want… what did I… ohh…

Her cheeks flushed as so many desires swam through her mind, and each one poured out of her lips without any inhibitions to hold them back. “Wanted to be… controlled… Brainwashed… Deeper and deeper… long slow burn of being made… more and more helpless, more and more obedient… changing the things I can do, changing the ways that I act… making it so I didn’t have any choice… making it so all I could do was just… just…” Her eyes fluttered. Her skin was so flushed, her voice so much huskier as she groaned from the sheer eroticism of the ideas tingling through her brain. The last word of hers that strained to find its way out of her wasn’t fighting any resistance so much as the sheer weight of its own eroticism.

“Obey…! Making it so all I could do was just… just obey herrrr… just feel… my own mind… s-so weak… words enough to make me… s-so… powerlesssss…!”

At first her voice had been barely above a whisper, each one something secret and forbidden. They weren’t, after all, ideas that she’d ever intended to communicate with anyone ever again.

By the time she’d fallen again, her final words were screams with the volume turned down by the lethargy of her hypnotic state.

“I thought it might be something like that…!” Mary giggled as she kissed Samantha’s nose again. “I’d be happy to do that for you, you know. Hypnotize you over and over again. We could take days… weeks… months making you more and more… powerless to whatever commands I want you to follow…”

Hearing the way Mary whispered the word “powerless” made Samantha’s hips jerk and her thighs clench. Her eyes fluttered as her breath caught. Mary was teasing her with her deepest fantasy, with a deep longing she’d convinced herself to tuck away and forget.

Her clit ached, and Samantha could only whine.

“What do you think about that, Samantha?” Mary giggled, her eyes hooded as her lips settled into a smug grin. “How does that sound to you? Being brainwashed to be my hypnotized plaything who can’t help but satisfy whatever innocent or lewd desires that I might have for you no matter what you might want?”

Samantha whined, her body shuddering dramatically as a sound of desperate pleasure twisted in her throat. “Soundsss… sooooo… goood…! D-don’t… think… too deep…!”

Mary nearly cackled in satisfaction even as her thighs clenched as tight as Samantha’s. “Good! Mmm… You know I’ve heard it just takes two words with a submissive woman like you to get a new password… but let’s see what it does when there’s no keyboard.”

The younger woman shifted her weight until her body was pressing even tighter against Samantha, pinning her down to the couch with the full force of her weight actively grinding down. Samantha mewled. She had no idea what Samantha could mean, but she could tell that Mary wanted to know—and that made her eager to find out.

Being submissive wasn’t just about satisfying her own desires.

She wanted to satisfy someone else’s. In that moment, crushed under the weight of the other woman, mind feeling so adrift, there was a woman she wanted to fulfil more than anyone else in the whole world.

Mary.

“You’re a very good girl, Samantha.”

“Nhaaaaaaaaaaa…!” Samantha’s whole body shuddered, pressing against Mary as tightly as she could. Her nerves felt on fire, and her skin felt magnetized to Mary’s. Once the arcs of pleasure that rolled through her brain subsided, Samantha was left a breathy, panting mess.

Mary giggled. “Yeah, I think that still works pretty well without a keyboard. Not sure if ‘nhaaaa’ is a very secure password, but I know that’s one fun sound… Especially coming out of you.”

Somehow, deep under the haze of Mary’s trance, Samantha could still blush.

“As much as I want to take so much more from you right now…” Mary’s hands traced down from Samantha’s face to slowly caress along her neck, and then out along her shoulders. “To make you moan and scream for me as I do so much more… you said it yourself. You wanted something like that to be long and slow… and making you really at my mercy for the things that I want to do…”

Samantha mewled, her whole body shaking again.

Mary giggled a little louder.

“That’s a bit of a jump to take and then say that we’d be taking things slow… and I’d really hate to disappoint you. I want to make this special for you… even if it means we’ll both be cumming alone for a few days…!”

Samantha whined. It was sharp and pitiful, shaking through her whole body. It was the closest she could come to raising any real objections. Wordless as it was, it did little more than further emphasize just how much Samantha truly was at the younger woman’s mercy. It didn’t matter that Mary was twenty years younger than her. She was the one calling the shots.

Mary was the one in control.

“But I’m not just going to leave it all at that…” Mary shook her head, her hands moving down to rub along Samantha’s arms. “That would be cruel. I’m going to give you something fun to think about, something sexy to feel waiting inside of your mind for the next time I stop by. I don’t even need to know how you feel about that…” Mary’s hands squeezed, and Samantha let out a loud moan. “I already know.

“See, I don’t want to always need to grab your head and pull it down. That’s going to get in the way of a lot of fun…” Mary giggled, giving a playful little shrug as her hands continued their slow, tender caress of Samantha’s arms. “So I want you to help make it easier.

“Post hypnotic suggestions-triggers—you remember how those work… right?”

Samantha could only moan as her body burned with possibilities. Even if she hadn’t indulged in those fantasies—not seeking out hypnosis, not even reading stories about hypnosis, that hadn’t meant Samantha had forgotten. She’d spent too many nights soaking her fingers fantasizing to forget so easily.

Lips pressed together, Mary’s meeting Samantha’s. By the time Samantha was kissing back, Mary was already pulling away. She whined, but it was the whine of someone who wanted more—not someone upset with what had happened.

After another giggle, Mary continued. “Good. I knew you would! A poor woman like you, lost in hypnosis, told what she’s going to do when she’s outside of it… given things she needs to do, commands she needs to obey even when she’s not under trance… it really is a pretty hot idea, isn’t it? Powerful. Like… what’s more powerful than that? I sure don’t know!

“Something innocuous. Something that wouldn’t make people suspicious. Something that you’d only hear from me—even if you’re only going to obey those words if they come from my voice… hmmm…” Mary tapped at her own lips thoughtfully, before her eyes hooded. “I know just the thing, Samantha.” Under Mary, her older lover shuddered and clenched. Something naughty, mischievous, twisted in her voice set Samantha’s libido on fire. She wanted to know. She needed to know how Mary was going to be controlling her. “If I tell you ‘nestle in’?

“I want you to drop. I want you to fall so deep, into a hazy darkness where the only light is my voice, and the only thing that you can do is sink and listen for what I have to tell you.” Mary licked her lips and purred. “How does that sound, huh?”

Samantha whined. Nestle in. She was too floaty to realize why Mary choosing those words felt special, but they did. It felt like Mary was acknowledging something, remembering something…

Whatever it was, it felt so important.

“Sooo… fucking… good…!”

Mary pressed one more lingering kiss to Samantha’s lips before she slowly drew back. Samantha whined as she felt her lover rise to her feet, but there was nothing that Samantha could do. She couldn’t rise from the couch beneath her. She couldn’t plead for Mary to stay where she was, or to do more. She was feeling far too submissive, far too weak for that.

“Perfect.” Mary giggled as she slowly adjusted her disheveled clothing. “Nestle in, and you drop.” Her voice sounded further away, but Samantha’s eyes were still closed. That made her want to whine again, but even that felt like too much effort, too difficult to make audible for anyone but Samantha herself. “Nestle in, and you go down, but only for me. I only want you falling into hypnosis for me, alright? Your mind is for me to brainwash. No one else.

“Definitely not your wife!”

Louder giggles sounded so much closer to Samantha. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening around her, but changing that was too much work. It was out of her reach.

Impossible.

Mary slid the book she’d borrowed back onto the bookshelf, and made sure the row was perfectly even before she made her way back to the foyer. “Just me, Samantha. Just me, in your mind, in the most intimate way you can imagine. Just like you want it.”

“Just… like I want it…” Samantha murmured. “Just… you…”

“That’s right!” Mary called out as she pulled on one of her shoes. “I want you to think about me calling you up, and whispering those words. Hearing the doorbell ring? I want it to be much more exciting for you… after all… nnnhh…” Mary pulled on her other shoe with a firm tug. “It could be me, waiting to say those words the moment you open the door…!”

Samantha whined, nodding pitifully as she remained sunken into the couch.

“If I stayed any longer there’s absolutely no way I could stop myself from going so much further, Samantha.” Mary’s voice almost sounded guilty—maybe closer to embarrassed. “I’m sure we’d both have a lot of fun, but we only get one go at me ‘slowly brainwashing you’ and I want to do it right, so...

“After you hear the front door close? You can take your time rising up out of trance. Just remember…” Mary opened the door, a wide, pleased smile on her lips. “I’m not doing this because you disappointed me. I’m doing this because I want to make it as good for you as I can. I’m doing this because I want to make sure that you get everything you wanted from this, and more, so… try to remember that I’d only do this for a really good girl, alright?”

Samantha cried out again, her whole body shuddering and shaking as her eyes rolled back into her head. This time, without Mary on top of her, she was even able to rise her hips off of the couch.

“Yesss, Mary… only… for a… really… good girl…”

Mary grinned, blowing Samantha a kiss as she stepped outside. “Sorry, but I’ve gotta go! You know how it is—homework! If you could remember to tell Chloe that I said ‘hi’? I’d really appreciate that! Bye, Samantha!”

The door slammed shut, and Samantha gasped as a tremor of consciousness forced its way into her mind. She was acutely aware of her position sprawled out on her couch. She could still feel her body longing for Mary’s missing warmth as the cool air of the room without her hypnotic lover settled over her.

It was impossible to not remember the trance, and the promise of more.

“Nestle… in… mmmmphh…” Samantha squeezed her legs together tight as she fluttered her eyes. Everything was still hazy and indistinct, but those words were a blazing beacon.

Mary is going to hypnotize me again…

All alone, Samantha whined as she slowly stroked up along her own thigh.

Mary is going to hypnotize me… over and over... until I can’t resist doing whatever she wants me to do…!

Her other hand grasped at her own breast, squeezing tight as her whole body shook into the sensation. Mary had left, but lust remained.

Samantha needed more.

Now.