Pure Feelings From Impure Places

VII.

by MadamKistulot

Tags: #cw:noncon #dom:female #f/f #hypnosis #pov:bottom #pov:top #sub:female #cheating #contemporary #high_school #housewife #mother #NTR #schoolgirl

Disclaimer: If you are under age, not a fan of lesbian mind control, or otherwise not permitted to read ahead, this is your warning. All of the women portrayed are of a legal age for such naughty endeavors, and the term ‘girl’ is not used to denote otherwise. Nonconsensual sex is unethical in real life, and any such examples within this fiction is not condoning or supporting such acts. The following work is copyright Madam Kistulot 2024 and not for reposting or other such uses. 

Mary took her time making her way home. There was an extra bounce in her step, and it would have been impossible to wipe the grin off of her face. Taking a victory lap around the block had been a necessary indulgence.

Each step, every luxuriating swing of her hips, variations of a single thought dominated Mary’s thoughts.

I kissed Chloe’s mom.

Without stumbling or slowing down, Mary spun around, her grin only growing wider. She couldn’t taste Samantha anymore, but she could remember how it felt to kiss her. She could remember how it felt to pin the older woman under her and feel her struggle in the most pitiful half-hearted of ways.

I kissed Samantha Kerr, and I’m going to do it again.

Dark blue eyes hooded low.

I’m going to do it again, and again, and every time I do it she’s going to do more of the things that I want her to do. Mary squealed, drawing the gazes of a few other people out and about in the neighborhood. Uncaring, she continued to wear her manic grin as she spun around yet again. I’d say whether she wants to or not, but I think she’s excited enough about the idea that me wanting it is enough to make her want it!

She let out a quiet squeal as she finished her victory lap, and began to walk home.

Fuck! Everything about this is so exciting!

Nothing noteworthy happened on her way home, just more squeals and laughs and the occasional flourish as the reality of the situation sank in all over again.

Every time she thought she’d found every last reason to be excited something else rose up in her mind to prove Mary wrong. Each time, she giggled or cackled, her eyes sparkling with mischievous delight.

When she got home she knew it was time to get to work. Her paper wasn’t completely done, and now she had personal experience to polish it up.

She made her way into her room, pulled open her laptop, and waited for it to boot. I have no idea what I’ll do after I put the final touches on this assignment, but that’s a problem for future Mary to worry about. Current Mary has a chance to ace this course and get college credit. Humming to herself, Mary pulled open the document, and got right to work.

Or at least that was what she knew she should have been doing.

Instead, her jeans were pulled down her knees, her t-shirt pulled up over her chest, and her bra askew. Her right hand was down between her legs, teasing along her drenched, flushed pussy as her left teased around her stiffened nipple.

Why couldn’t she have wanted me to fuck her right then?!

Mary let out a sharp, plaintive mewl as her body quivered and twitched with the pleasure building up through her body. The whole walk home she’d been simmering in her arousal, feeling her own unfulfilled desire, but even with her schoolwork right in front of her the opportunity for some small taste of relief was too much for her to resist.

Why does she need to have such a complicated fantasy?!

She whimpered and whined for reasons beyond her soaring pleasure and the pressure building inside of her. Between shudders, Mary’s imagination rolled through what she’d already seen. Samantha’s face, looking so tired, so half asleep, her chest emphasized as she arched, the moans that shook across her body, all of it made Mary moan or squirm that much more.

Only, what she’d already seen wasn’t going to be the end.

She remembered the first kiss they’d shared, and then the second. More. Samantha wanted more. She still wanted more.

So did Mary.

She still hadn’t had a chance to claim Samantha’s breasts with her hands, or her mouth. It was easy to imagine, but she didn’t just want to daydream. She wanted to know.

Not just a fantasy… not just a daydream…! Mary hissed as her fingers circled around her clit, and her nails moved in the same motion around her nipple. Samantha is… going to be… mine… and she wants it as much as I do!

It was so easy to remember the breathless way Samantha repeated her own trigger. It was so easy to remember the taste of her mouth, and the feeling of pulling down her head and Samantha so visibly surrendering to the motion in ways that were so much deeper than merely physical. Just remembering it had Mary breathing quicker and quicker.

It would have been easy to push herself right over the edge of climax. Her body was already burning up, feeling so sensitive to every touch, but Mary wanted more.

Her own fantasies... so thirsty to be… controlled… so hot when I call her a good girl… she’s not going to be thinking of Janice like she thinks about me! Mary’s cry shook through her body, and she drew her hands back just enough to recover, to return to stoking her flames hotter without forcing herself over the edge quite yet. Maybe I’ll make her call me Mistress, or… She shook her head, frowning before twisting her nipple to burn out that momentary feeling with another sharp cry. That might make some of her feelings hurt a little bit worse, and I don’t want to do that…!

Her wife is the one who let her down… I’m going to be the one to make up for that!

She could feel her thighs starting to clench in a way that meant there was no going back, and this time Mary couldn’t find the will or the desire to stop.

Everything was blurrier, so much more indistinct as Mary’s every breath stuttered in her throat. Her fingers twitched, making her own touches less about precision and more about insistence. She wasn’t circling her clit anymore, but grinding it. Her nipple was already sore from rough, brutal twisting.

I’ve wanted her for seven years…

Memories of visiting Chloe’s house and being unable to keep her eyes off of her friend’s attractive mother filled her mind. Samantha being sweet and fetching them snacks. Samantha talking to her like an actual person and being genuinely curious about who she was. Samantha wearing an apron that squeezed her tits and put them on display without realizing the view she was offering a young teenager with a very overactive imagination.

There were more memories over the years, side glances at the older woman reading, cooking, just small thoughtful interactions… but all of them left Mary yearning for more.

Samantha’s smiling face giving way to a hazy, dreamlike expression was the last thing Mary imagined before she came, screaming as her face and body both twisted in erotic euphoria. Her whole world was nothing but wave after wave of pleasure. Each wave blurred the world a little more, until Mary was a sweaty, panting mess writhing in aftershocks.

For a long time, Mary allowed herself to quiver and squirm lazily on her bed. There was nothing she really needed to be doing.

Her paper remained incomplete, but that wasn’t going to suddenly become due in the middle of the afternoon. Mmm no harm in a little self-indulgence… especially not if I’m going to need to hold out for… ohhh fuck, who knows how long before I can really get her the way I want to… Mary pouted, shaking her head languidly as she squeezed briefly at her own body before her hands reached out to squeeze at her bed. She’s worth it. If anyone’s worth it, she’s worth it… but ugh it’s going to be murder to take things slow!

Laying on her back, Mary let herself daydream about the sillier things that she could do, too. Curling up to Samantha as she read one of her books,   “Mnnn… fuck… I’m really doing this… I’m really going to do so much more of this...

“Fuck.”

Mary giggled. It was soft and small and quiet at first, the kind of giggle that would take her lips being right up against someone else’s ear for them to hear, but it didn’t stay that way for long. First she was giggling just a little louder—audibly—while shaking her head. A few moments later and she was practically cackling, rolling side to side in her bed as happier and happier sounds forced their way out of her as dramatically as they could.

Tears filled her eyes. Her hands slammed into the bed beneath her. Afterglow faded to amazement faded to an unreasonable level of delight as Mary indulged in a moment she never imagined would come to pass.

Then her phone made a familiar trilling sound.

A message notification sound.

Even if whoever it was might be entirely too patient to wait, Mary twisted around so quickly to reach for her phone, only to pause before reaching for it with her still slick fingers. After a moment of consideration, she instead grabbed it with the other, and unlocked it by drawing an ‘m’ with her thumb.

The message was from MidBlocKerr. “Always miss seeing you when you go home early! You didn’t even wait for lunch to be over. Someone you wanted to see more than me? I know you’re not seeing anyone!” The message ended with an animated emoji rolling its eyes.

For a long time, Mary could only stare at her phone. Her brain moved slow, still recovering rom both her orgasm and her laughing fit. When she finally reacted, it was a grin.

Wasn’t seeing anyone, anyway…

Her thumb moved across her phone making practiced swiping gestures until her own message was complete. “Sorry, wanted to get some things out of the way! I still need to finish this paper. You wouldn’t want me to be so distracted by you that I didn’t do well in the one course I’m taking that could net me some college credit, do you? I know you’re not that selfish~!” To punctuate her message, Mary ended it with an animated wink.

After it was sent, she dropped her phone down to the bed and moved to wash up. Along the way she straightened out her clothing, putting minimal effort into making herself look a little less like she’d just been fucking herself into a stupor.

When she was done she kissed two of her fingers, pressed them into her own reflected lips in the mirror, and bounced her way back to her room. The screen of her laptop was now black, but Mary paid it every bit as much mind as she had while her hand was between her legs. She had far more immediate priorities.

By the time she returned to her room, another message was already waiting for her from MidBlocKerr.

“I don’t think I could distract you that much even if I tried!”

Mary smirked, quickly moving her thumb again.

“Don’t sell yourself so short, Chloe. I’m sure you could if you really tried.” After tapping send her thumb moved again to compose another before receiving a reply. “Besides, you have plenty of other things to worry about… like volleyball? The real season is starting soon, right? Can’t be too distracted thinking about your silly friend getting home early, huh?”

Thinking about her paper, even tangentially, had Mary squirming. It’s not like I chose that topic so I could get closer to Samantha. I needed something. It sounded interesting…

Now this might be the most important thing that ever happened to me!

Sitting back in front of her computer, Mary slowly moved through the document, rephrasing a few sentences here and there, and adding in a detail or two where they felt pertinent. “Hypnosis can make it easier for a subject to express themselves, but it doesn’t necessarily eliminate all of their discomfort or embarrassment with the subject matter they’re discussing.” She giggled again, remembering how adorable Samantha had sounded so deep in trance. “The effects of fractionation both apply to future hypnotic states, and the subject’s mental state outside of trance with different subjects experiencing altered processing for minutes or hours after repeated inductions.”

Neither were facts she hadn’t read in her research, but they hadn’t felt nearly important enough to include before. Leaving her paper to sit for a day after completing a basic draft already felt like it was paying off.

It’s only too bad I can’t get extra credit by having Samantha come into the class, dropping her, and then bending her over Mrs. Winters’ desk… Mary’s eyes hooded, and her tongue snaked out to slowly wet her lips. Not that I’d want to share her with all of my classmates. Samantha’s face when she’s in trance… that’s too beautiful to let anyone else see.

I want her to look like that only for me.

Her phone beeped at her again, and Mary unlocked it with another giggle. Another message from Chloe. “Lunch and practice are really far apart! You know that’s a really bad excuse! The next time you leave that early, you owe me a hug first!” The message ended with an incredibly pitiful looking emoji wearing a pouting expression.

“Hugging you before running off to ‘check on’ your mom…” Mary’s thighs clenched as she sucked in a sharp breath between her teeth. “Something about that does sound kinda fun. I wonder how Samantha would react if we had another sleepover…

“Probably should wait a little bit before I suggest something like that…”

Moments later her thumb was moving again, and then triumphantly tapping the send button. “Ok, ok. You got me! Guilty as charged. Guess I should really get this paper done and stop thinking about you running around at volleyball practice, huh? You really should change your name. There’s nothing ‘mid’ about you, Chloe!”

After she sent the message she followed it up with a winking emoji.

Mary waited for Chloe to respond. After nearly a minute of nothing, Mary set her phone back down and returned to her assignment.

The time flew by, an average paper quickly turning into one worthy of full marks. Mary reread through the whole thing one last time before she saved it, and then shut down her laptop. “I’ll come back to you later tonight to make sure I don’t have any epiphanies, but I think you’re finally done. No more excuses to read up on hypnosis, I guess.”

Mary giggled, hooding her eyes.

“Nothing, except the married woman I’ll be visiting in a couple days. I think that’s a pretty good reason to make sure I do some more ‘independent research’ on the topic…” Grinning to herself, Mary collapsed back onto her bed and used her phone to look up more about hypnosis on websites that would get her in trouble for citing as a source for a high school assignment.

What they lacked in peer review they more than made up for in erotic content.

“Now that I know what Samantha wants…?” She purred as she tapped on another article slowly scanning through descriptions of hypnotic techniques she’d at least need to consider incorporating. “I need to make sure that I’m so good at it she’ll never want me to stop.”

Her research might not have been academic, but Mary applied herself with a passion she never had to her school work. She regularly switched to a note app to record ideas for future consideration. From small suggestions for how to test a subject’s depth, for conditioning techniques, Mary lost herself in the rabbit hole of how she planned to brainwash her best friend’s mother.

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