"1, starting to come up... 2, feeling better... and... 3, wide awake!"

Beca lifted her chin off her chest as her eyes blinked several times and she brushed her hair out of her face.

”Hey, there, sleepy head,” Chloe said. Smiling warmly, she kissed Beca’s cheek affectionately. “How do you feel?”

Beca let out a pleasurable hum as she replied, “like these triggers are getting easier and easier to follow,” as she stood up to stretch.

”But you had a good time… right?” Chloe asked carefully.

”Yeah! Totally. Don’t get me wrong, it was fun, and I love how I feel when I go under. I just… feel like we could mix things up a little, you know…?”

”Do you… want to take a break from this…?” Chloe asked, unsure she wanted to hear the answer.

Beca’s eyes popped open wide as she raced to hold Chloe’s hands and give her a hug.

”Oh my god, NO! Oh, Chlo, I love this and I love you. Really, I do. I just want to try some different suggestions, is what I mean.”

Chloe gave Beca an extra squeeze before ending their embrace.

“So you want to spice things up a little, is what I’m hearing.” Chloe said, more of a statement than a question.

“Is.. is that ok?” Beca asked, cautiously. The last thing she wanted to do was offend or upset the woman she loved…

Chloe forced down the wicked smile she could feel growing on her face. “Yeah, of course it’s ok. I’m just gonna go get a drink, k?”

Chloe went to the fridge for a bottle of water. She allowed her Cheshire-Cat smile to form as she buried her head inside the fridge in a vain attempt to look like she was looking for the case of San Pellegrino she’d bought the week before.

Beca, meanwhile, tried to settle herself by taking a few deep breaths. She had been worried that Chloe would’ve misconstrued Beca’s constructive criticisms and unwittingly started a fight. Beca was beyond relieved that this wasn’t the case.

Chloe returned to her partner after taking an exaggerated sip of SP and replacing it back in the fridge.

”There! Much better. Oh, babe, would you hand me my phone over there, please?”

”Sure,” Beca responded without so much of a second thought. As Beca extended her arm out, Chloe gracefully snatched Beca’s wrist and directed her open palm in front of her face.

Speaking rapidly, firmly, Chloe said to Beca, “look at your hand. Only your hand. Nothing but your hand. Notice every little spot of colour, every line, every detail in your hand. Notice how it feels magnetized toward your face, slowly moving toward you, bit by bit, inch by inch…”

Beca felt like her brain was in vapour-lock. One moment, she was reaching for Chloe’s phone, and the next…

”That’s right, feeling it draw closer and closer. The closer it comes, the blanker you get. The blanker you get, the more you feel that pull. Eyes crossing as it draws ever closer to your face as you sleep!”

Chloe placed her own hand on the back of Beca’s and quickly moved it to Beca’s face, making contact. Chloe, fully aware of what was coming, had previously manouvered herself into position to catch her partner. Chloe’s other arm already around Beca’s shoulder, she carefully - and less than ceremoniously - lowered Beca down onto the couch. Beca’s body immediately melted into the overstuff cushions as her head lilted to the side, starting to drool on the fake leather.

“God, I love being a hypnotist,” Chloe thought to herself, reveling in the endorphin rush that flowed through her mind whenever she embraced her dominant side.

”That’s right, deeper and deeper down for me. Every time I put you under it becomes even easier for you to sleep deeply for me. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Beca nodded slightly in response. The friction from her cheek against the couch pushed her mouth open a little more, allowing for more drool to flow.

”Yes, that’s right. You’re such a good little hypnotized slave for me. Eagerly accepting every word I say. Accepting my every suggestion, knowing you’re going to enjoy every second of it. That’s why we’re going to play a little game.

When I wake you up from trance, you’re going to feel a small, lingering compulsion to send a text message to Alex, telling her “I’m a deeply hypnotized slave who can’t resist her hypnotist.” At first, you’ll be able to resist it without any problems. As the day goes on, though, you’ll find that urge becomes increasingly more powerful. Over the next four hours, this suggestion will grow and grow, and you’ll feel a stronger compulsion to comply. The longer you can resist, the stronger the feelings of pleasure that will course through your body when you ultimately give in.

Waking up for me on 3, Bec, remembering every detail of this session. 1… 2… 3, wide awake.”

Beca’s eyes snapped open right away, her breath catching in her throat as she realized the increasingly large puddle of drool she had created.

”How’s that for different?” Chloe asked, a sly smile on her face.

”… Oh, it is so on,” Beca replied.

”I guess we’ll see,” Chloe lilted as she walked toward the kitchen. Without saying a word, she began to tidy up the few days’ worth of dishes the couple had heretofore ignored.

Beca, meanwhile, stared at the floor for a moment. 

Just do it. It’ll only take a second.

No!

Shaking it off, Beca moved to the closet to fetch the vacuum cleaner.

Maybe if I distract myself… We just started, I can’t let her win this easily.

Beca turned on the vacuum and began to run it over the area rug her knees were all too familiar with.

No, dammit! Do better, Beca!

Beca shook her head harder in a vain attempt to steel her resolve. She focused on the task at hand by shuffling furniture around to get into every nook and cranny. Chloe, naturally, was watching Beca closely, be it overtly or through the reflective surfacing on their cabinet doors.

Incidentally, the redhead was pleased to see their home getting a proper vacuum - neither of them had bothered for longer than they were willing to admit…

Beca turned the machine and was winding up the power cord as Chloe sauntered over.

”Aww, babe! Thanks so much, the place looks great!”

”I’m not gonna break that easily, Chlo,” Beca replied.

”Break? It’s only been ten minutes. You’ve got 230 minutes to go.”

”Ten?! I thought it was at least thirty.”

Chloe let out a mildly evil chortle as she said, “oh, this is going to be fun…!”

The suggestible brunette put the vacuum away and went into the kitchen to get some paper towel to clean up the puddle of drool she left on the couch.

”Seriously, though: is this fun for you?”

”Oh, totally. I mean, who am I kidding? I know I’m not gonna win, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna make it easy on you…! Besides - I want the maximum reward. I’m aiming for 3:59”

”Big talk, Bec. How do you feel?”

Beca focused on the drool on the couch. On some level, she thought if she didn’t have to face Chloe’s hypnotic eyes, she’d stand more of a chance.

”Kinda like a mental itch? Like, my brain keeps telling me to do something, but I’m not. Kinda like when you have a mosquito bite and you know you shouldn’t scratch it but your body’s itchy anyway. Does that make sense?”

”100% it does. Pleasure…” Chloe cooed into Beca’s ear…

”Mmmmmmm…” Beca moaned out as she kept trying to clean. “That’s totally cheating.”

Chloe just giggled and said, “I’m okay with it. Pleasure…”

Beca’s knees buckled for a moment as the second wave shot through her body.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm thank you, Miss,” Beca said involuntarily.

Chloe reached out and gently placed her hands on Beca’s cheeks, guiding Beca’s gaze to meet her own.

”You are a deeply hypnotized slave who can’t resist her hypnotist,” Chloe said.

”I am a deeply hypnotized slave who can’t resist her hypnotist,” Beca recited immediately, instinctually.

”Again.”

”I am a deeply hypnotized slave who can’t resist her hypnotist,” Beca repeated.

”Again.”

”I am a deeply hypnotized slave who can’t resist her hypnotist…”

”Every time you recite your mantra, it becomes more and more powerful, cemented in the deepest parts of your mind.”

”Yes, Miss… Mmm my brain is all itchy, and it’s only been 30 minutes.”

Chloe lovingly ran her hand through Beca’s hair, affectionately petting her partner.

“Are you still enjoying yourself, babe? Tell me how much fun you’re having on a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being the highest.”

Beca was too busy leaning in to Chloe’s hand to immediately realize that she’d been asked a question.

”Uh… Oh! Um, about a 7? But that’ll go up as it gets harder.”

”Good! Pleasure…”

”Nnnnngh… You’re good, but I’m better. I’m gonna get that maximum reward, dammit!”

”Whatever you say, Bec,” Chloe replied as she mimed pulling a piece of string out of her own pocket.

”Um, whacha doing there, Chlo?” Beca asked.

Chloe didn’t answer, she just continued miming getting the string ready. Both imagined ends in her hands, she moved to opposite sides of Beca’s hand and began wrapping the imaginary string around Beca’s wrist. Beca, meanwhile, simply stared in confusion, waiting to see how it’d play out.

Chloe, pantomiming that she’d tied the string nice and tight, pretended to guide it towards Beca’s pocket. Beca’s hand moved along, seemingly on its own.

”Open your first,” Chloe commanded, and Beca’s hand instantly complied.

Sliding it down towards her thigh, Chloe aimed Beca’s hand for Beca’s pocket. Beca could feel her fingers pressing against the case of her phone.

”Close your fingers,” Chloe ordered, and Beca’s hand did exactly that.

Chloe pulled on the ‘string’ as Beca’s phone came out of her pocket. Beca’s blank gaze saw what was happening and shrieked for a moment before throwing her phone across the room.

Chloe cackled for a moment and said, “Take it easy, spaz, before you break your fucking phone!”

Beca shook her head in an almost cartoonish fashion before locking her phone in a credenza drawer. Without saying a word, the brunette marched to the freezer and removed the ice tray. Emptying its contents into the sink, she took the drawer’s key and put it into one of the ice tray cups. Beca filled the tray with water and carefully replaced the ice tray into the freezer.

Chloe, meanwhile, simply watched with an overt sense of amusement on her face.

”Wow! You are determined, aren’t you, sweetie?”

Beca forcefully pointed at the freezer and said, “This.This is how I don’t betray myself.”

Chloe looked down at Beca’s finger to see it visibly shaking.

”Up to an 8 by now, I bet?”

Beca looked down at her finger.

”Stop that,” she said to her finger in a vain attempt to get it to stop shaking.

It didn’t work.

”And yes, I’m still green,” Beca informed her partner.

Chloe hugged Beca and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

”This is so much fun. I’m glad you pushed me to try something different. We’re totally doing this again sometime.”

Beca simply blushed and said, “Yes, Miss,” before looking down at the floor.

Chloe decided to give Beca a break from the teasing and sat them both down on the newly-cleaned couch to talk about this and that. Now, dear reader, I won’t bother you with the details, but suffice it to say it doesn’t contribute to the plot.

Chloe looked at her own phone and said, “we’re about… 30% of the way to the four hour mark. How do you feel?”

Beca shook out her shoulders and hands and said, “good, good, doing good. Loose, limber, I got this.”

This action gave Chloe just enough time to retrieve her pocketwatch and start swinging it just as Beca’s gaze glanced back up.

”Oh God… that’s tough to look away from… I dunno why, but my cravings just got stronger…”

”Pleasure…” was all Chloe said in return.

”Mmmm thank you, Miss,” Beca blurted out.

”It’s so hard to resist.” Chloe declared.

”Yes, Miss,” Beca mumbled.

”My will is superior to yours.”

”Your will is superior to mine.”

”I control you, completely and totally.”

”You control me, completely and totally.”

”Tell me how you feel.”

”Oh God… so good… I need to send that txt… but if I wait it’ll feel better…”

”Go to the freezer and get the key.”

”Yes, Miss - Hey! Mean…”

Chloe snickered endlessly. She honestly couldn’t tell who was having more fun at that moment.

Leaning into the fun, she held her watch up for Beca once again. Beca’s eyes immediately locked on to its lustre as it swung back… and forth… back… and forth…

”Feel that need rise now,” Chloe ordered, snapping her fingers.

”Nnngghhhhh… oh, for fuck’s sake, I really thought I’d make it for sure, but now…”

”Aww, weakening already…?”

Beca just closed her eyes, cutting her gaze off from that damned watch for a moment and (cutely) sulked on the couch.

”I can do it. I can do it. Maximum reward, maximum reward,” Beca chanted to herself.

Chloe just laughed and said, “I’m torn on whether I should tease you further or just let you simmer. Decisions, decisions…”

It didn’t take long for Chloe to make her choice. Cupping Beca’s chin, Chloe turned Beca’s head so their gazes met.

”You love what I do to you. You love how I make you feel. You crave my control.”

Beca repeated her affirmations, feeling them so powerfully in her core.

Chloe smiled widely and stated, “I bet I could make you do just about anything right now…”

Beca rolled her eyes and snarkily replied, “as opposed to any other time??”

”Well, particularly now, that is. Your been responding to my suggestions for… two hours straight has left you wide open to my influence.”

”Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss,” was all Beca could think to reply with.

”Tell me how you feel.”

”Oh fuck… brain itchy… it feels so good. I want to give in but I need to wait. It feels so nice… thank you, Miss.”

”Hmm, perhaps I should make this a little more interesting…”

“Oh, fuck,” was all Beca said at such an idea.

”Sweetie, look to the door to see a deeply hypnotized, brainwashed (celebrity crush) walk into the room to join you. She walks up to you and begins whispering in your ear, compelling you to send that txt message. She will continue to do so until you give in.”

”Oh, fuck,” Beca said, this time out loud…

”She never stood a chance with me. What do you think your odds are, hmm…?” Chloe asked rhetorically.

”Worse. Way worse,” Beca said, gazing into the eyes of someone who wasn’t really there.

Chloe, meanwhile, feigned interest in a magazine as her partner was breathing hard on the couch, lost in the moment, trying her damnedest to resist the temptation.

”And you’re barely halfway there!” Chloe reminded Beca.

Beca simply breathed shallowly, panting, reeling in the sensations.

”Tell me how you feel,” Chloe ordered.

”Oh fuck, my brain is so itchy… so so so itchy… I love it so much… Her whispers are so fucking hot…!”

”So you’re what, up to a 9 now?”

”Yes, Miss.”

”I bet she looks so beautiful in her tranced out stupor,” Chloe crooned.

”She does. Really, really does…”

”You want to break,” Chloe said firmly.

”I want to break.”

”Pleasure…” 

“Nnnggh thank you, Miss.”

”Your crush is now upping her game by swinging the most beautiful pocket watch you’ve ever seen in front of your eyes, babe.”

Beca’s eyes immediately began shifting left to right, left to right, left to right…

”Ooooh… it’s so pretty…”

Chloe leaned in even closer, her body pressing into Beca’s gasping, nearly shaking form.

”You want to break.”

”I want to break,” Beca replied, brain lost to the pleasure.

”You want to break.”

”I want to break.”

”It’s so easy to break.”

”So… so easy… easy to break…”

”You know what you need to do.”

”I need to break.”

Chloe glanced at the time: she’d started the scene two and a half hours ago. Plenty of time left…

Chloe begin kissing along Beca’s jawline.

”I need to break… but maximum reward…”

Chloe turned Beca’s head to the imagined celebrity crush.

”Look at her. She looks so blissfully happy, and you can be, too. All you need to do is break.”

”I need to break,” Beca whimpered. Chloe looked down to see Beca gripping the couch cushions in an attempt to prevent herself from getting up off the couch to give in to the compulsion.

”Oh God, this is taking a physical effort not to send it…”

Chloe felt the need for a check-in.

”Tell me how you feel.”

”Brain so itchy… I want to text. But I need to wait. But I need to break. But, maximum reward. It feels so good, I love it I love it I love it…” Beca simply began to babble toward the end.

”Sweetie, you see a deeply hypnotized (your other celebrity crush) walk into the room to join us. She walks up to you and straddles you. She begins whispering in your other ear, cooperating with my other helper, compelling you to send that txt message. She will keep doing so until you comply. Feel her massaging your boobs as she works her magic on you…”

Beca let out a lewd moan that would make a pornstar blush.

”Oh fuck… it’s so much…”

”You’re going to break. It’s only a matter of time,” Chloe crooned.

”Yes, Miss. Always give in to Miss.”

”Your two biggest crushes compelling you, the watch in your eyes, my words in your mind… you need to break. You need to break. You’re going to break. You need to break. Break. Break…”

Chloe checks her phone once again.

”You’re 2/3 of the way there, now. Do you think you’ll make it to the end…?”

Beca, meanwhile, was lost in the moment. Her body was heaving, her eyes rolled up as far as they could go. She was panting incessantly just trying to catch her breath.

She knew she wouldn’t make it all the way.

”Um… uh…”

”Those titans of stardom are helpless to resist my power, and yet you think the likes of you can resist…?”

”Oh fuck…”

”Their whispered commands,

Their tireless massaging,

The barrage of suggestions in your mind,

The pocket watch swinging before you,

Years of conditioning compelling you to obey,

They couldn’t resist,

So you can’t resist.

Break.

Break.

Break.”

Anna couldn’t take it anymore.

”Yes, Miss. May I break and send the txt, Miss?”

Chloe’s smile could’ve lit up the dark side of the moon.

”Oh, I don’t know, I’m not sure you want it badly enough… Beg me.”

Beca fell off the couch and threw herself at Chloe’s feet, incoherently babbling away about how good she was and how she wanted to break for Chloe.

”Pleasure…” Chloe whispered into Beca’s ears.

Beca fell down onto the rug she had so recently cleaned. Her hair a mess, the rug thoroughly stained, it was all she could do to maintain herself.

”Do you wish to break?” Chloe asked.

”I want to break. I need to break for Mistress,” Beca whimpered.

”Even though your maximum reward won’t come for over an hour?”

”I want to break for Mistress. I need to break for Mistress.”

”Very well, sweetie. You’ve convinced me. Go on, then: break.”

A new wave of energy coursed through Beca’s body as she pulled herself to her feet and ran to the kitchen. She started running so soon, she hadn’t even stood up all the way, yet, and nearly fell over for her trouble. She threw the freezer door open, grabbed the completely-frozen ice cubes and slammed the tray into the sink. She ran scalding hot water over them as Chloe watched the show unfold, only wishing she’d made popcorn for the occasion…!

The key freed from its icy prison, Beca grabbed it out of the sink, only to drop it again as it was too hot to pick up unaided. She grabbed a dish towel from nearby as a makeshift oven mitt and threw herself at the credenza. Shoving the key into the lock, Beca turned it and hastily grabbed for her phone. Her fingers were shaking so hard, she could barely draw the password line on the screen. After a few tries, she succeeded and opened the Messaging app. She found her text chain with Alex and typed out, “I’m a deeply hypnotized slave who can’t resist her hypnotist.”

As soon as she hit the Send button, her knees buckled beneath her as the waves of pleasure shot through her entire body. Chloe caught her as Beca collapsed to the floor, the hypnotized brunette convulsing with wave after wave of hypnotic bliss permeating her entire body. Her eyes rolled up completely as her tongue fell out of her mouth. Moan after lustful moan erupted from Beca’s pleasure-saturated form. All the while, her lover kept her safe from crashing into any furniture and covered her mouth to prevent being too loud for the neighbours to hear…

Eventually, Beca became consciously aware of her compromising position on the floor, and the redheaded hypnotist holding her tightly.

As Beca began to stir, Chloe stroked her hair and said, “You did so well…! So, how was that for ‘spicing things up’?”

Beca replied by giving her lover a long, loving, affectionate kiss.

Chloe smiled adoringly in return as she went to fetch them both some water.

”Sit yourself down on the couch, babe, so you can be more comfortable.”

”Yes, Miss,” Beca replied as she settled down in her spot on the couch.

Chloe returned with big glasses of water for them both and cuddled up close to the deeply sated Beca.

”Can we do that again sometime?” Beca asked timidly.

Chloe let out a hearty laugh and replied, “just try and stop me.”

The two melted into each other’s embrace and quickly fell asleep for a much-needed nap.