“Don’t you ever get tired of coming down here?” Mrs. Erickson smirked. “How many times in just this semester alone, hm?”

Crystal huffed and rolled her eyes, dropping her phone in the plastic container Mrs. Erickson held out. “Don’t you ever get tired of giving me detention for doing basically nothing?”

“You know the rules, Crystal,” Mrs. Erickson replied, placing the container on her desk and sitting down in her chair. “No phones in class, no exceptions.”

“I only had it out for like two seconds,” Crystal groaned as she flopped into an empty desk.

“Try two minutes.” Mrs. Erickson adjusted her glasses, studying Crystal’s expression carefully. “You certainly seemed engrossed in whatever you were doing on there. Mind telling me about it?”

“Just…” Crystal blinked a few times. “Just watching a video a friend sent me.”

“What video was it?”

“Why do you care?”

“To be honest? I’m mostly just bored.” Mrs. Erickson motioned to the empty chairs in the room. “There’s not exactly anyone else I can talk to right now, is there?”

Crystal shrugged. “I guess not.”

“So?”

“I dunno,” Crystal sighed. “I barely even remember it, they all kinda… blend together, y’know?”

“Sounds like a waste of time, then. Considering watching that video got you detention.”

“No way!” Crystal said, a little louder than she meant to. “I always have to watch whenever I get a new video!”

Mrs. Erickson blinked, startled by Crystal’s sudden outburst. “Why?”

“I… I just do. I know I have to.”

“Hm…” Mrs. Erickson tapped her finger against the temple of her glasses. “Interesting.”

“What is?” Crystal narrowed her eyes. “Why do you have that funny look in your eye?”

Before Mrs. Erickson could respond, they both heard a ding! from the phone on her desk. Mrs. Erickson’s eyes flicked to the phone, then to Crystal, then back to the phone. She quickly reached into the container and plucked Crystal’s phone out.

“Hey!” Crystal shouted. “Put that down! That’s mine!”

“Calm down, Crystal,” Mrs. Erickson laughed, “I’m just putting it on vibrate so we’re not… distracted…” Her eyes widened as she read the notification on the home screen.

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Hey Crystal, you got a sec?

“Curiouser and curiouser…” Mrs. Erickson whispered. She cleared her throat and placed the phone back in the container. “See? Nothing to worry about.”

“You can’t just grab other people’s phones without asking,” Crystal grumbled. “That’s rude.”

“Well, it’s not like I could do anything with it, anyway. You have a password on it, I’m sure.”

“Yeah, but that’s, like, annoying. I just use the face scan thing.”

“And here I thought you were worried about privacy,” Mrs. Erickson chuckled.

Crystal smirked. “Eh, the FBI or NASA or whatever already has all the data they’d want on me. It’s weirdos like you I need to worry about.”

Mrs. Erickson spun away from Crystal in her chair, stealthily unbuttoning her shirt. “Well, you’re right about one thing…”

“Hm?”

“You should be worried about me.” Mrs. Erickson spun back around and pulled her shirt open, revealing her large breasts to Crystal. “Drop, Crystal.”

“Ddrrroppp…” Crystal’s eyes went lidded, and a dumb, dopey smile spread across her face as she sank into her chair. “Yesss… Mrs. Ericksoooon…”

Mrs. Erickson stood up and grabbed Crystal’s phone. “You know, it’s funny. For a while now, I’ve wondered just how it was that you were so suggestible and easy to hypnotize. It’s very unusual for someone to drop this easily.”

“Yeahhh,” Crystal drooled, eyes locked on to Mrs. Erickson’s breasts. “So… easyyy…”

“But what I never suspected,” Mrs. Erickson continued, holding the phone up to Crystal’s face to unlock it, “was that someone else had their hooks in your mind. So, who exactly is this ‘Master’ of yours?”

“Shhhhhhhh,” Crystal shushed, giggling softly. “Caaaan’t tell you. Issa seeeeecret.”

Mrs. Erickson pursed her lips. “I guess that would’ve been too easy, wouldn’t it? Oh well. Perhaps a little bit of roleplay is in order.” She opened the instant messaging app and hammered out a quick message.

Crysteel

Yeah, what’s up?

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

What did you think of the “video” I sent earlier? 😜

“Right, video, video…” Mrs. Erickson scrolled through Crystal’s recent messages, looking for what Crystal was watching earlier. She remembered the time when she caught Crystal on her phone, but looking at the messages from then didn’t show any video, only a link to some website she didn’t recognize. “Hm…”

Crysteel

Can’t find it, sorry 😢

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Dude it was like 3 hours ago

I know your kind of a ditz but come on 🙄

“Well, whoever they are, ‘Master’ is a bit of a jerk,” Mrs. Erickson fumed.

Crysteel

I said I’m sorry

Can you send me the link again? 🥺

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Alright, fine

bit.ly/3ntTnEJ

“Same link again?” Mrs. Erickson furrowed her brow. “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t a video at all?” She looked back at Crystal, who had not stopped staring at her breasts the entire time. “Well, it certainly did a number on poor Crystal here, but I’ve been studying hypnosis for over a decade. I’m sure I’ll be completely immune to anything this ‘Master’ can throw at me!”

Mrs. Erickson tapped on the link and waited with bated breath. Within a few moments, a spiral appeared, filling the phone’s screen with a swirl of pink and purple.

“...Really?” Mrs. Erickson frowned. “Just a spiral? That’s all this is? I’m almost disappointed, I thought it’d be something more… more than… um…”

She blinked. Her eyes felt strangely tired. She had a hard time focusing them on the spiral, but she knew she had to try. She had to… had to know what had happened to Crystal. She had to understand what “Master” had done to Crystal to make her so easy to hypnotize. And to do that, she had to keep watching the spiral. It made perfect sense.

Mrs. Erickson felt a drop of drool fall from her lips and onto her chest, but she paid it no mind. She had to keep watching the spiral. Nothing else mattered. She had to watch. Had to stare. Had to… obey? The word flickered in her mind strangely, as though it wasn’t put there by her. But the more she stared into the spiral, the more natural it sounded. Obey. Obey. Yes. Obey. She had to obey. Obey the spiral. Watch the spiral. Sink for the spiral.

She heard another ding from the phone and saw a message out of the corner of her eyes.

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Are you hypnotized now?

She wanted to do nothing more than keep staring at the spiral. But she also knew she had to obey. She had been asked a question. She had to answer it.

Crysteel

yesd

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Good girl

🍈🍈📸

She didn’t quite understand those symbols at first, but soon the spiral told her what she had to do. She had already done the first part on her own. Now she just had to take a picture and send it to… to…

“Mas…ter…” The word hung strangely on Mrs. Erickson’s lips. It tasted bitter, like something poisonous she needed to expunge from her body. But the spiral told her to obey. She had to obey the spiral. She took a photo and sent it, feeling a pulse of pleasure as she watched the progress bar fill up.

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

hOLY SHIT

ERICKSON???????????

HOW

WHY

WHEN

*ahem* I mean

Tell me how you got Crystal’s phone, Mrs. Erickson

Crysteel

crstali s in detenton

i took her phone

then droped her to open it

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Why?

Crysteel

saw a message from u

wantd to kno who Master was

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

And who is Master?

Crysteel

you are

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

So what are you gonna do about it?

Mrs. Erickson’s eye twitched. Something in her told her to fight, to wake up, but…

She closed her eyes, but she could still see the spiral. Her own mind was working against her, gleefully falling deeper and deeper into Master’s control while she could only stand and stare and drool. Her eyes opened, but she wasn’t seeing anything but the spiral anymore.

Crysteel

i will obey

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Good girl

She moaned and felt her pussy gush.

😵Master (ˉ﹃ˉ)

Give the phone back to Crystal for a sec

Crysteel

yes Master

Mrs. Erickson handed Crystal the phone and stood patiently, arms at her sides, tits out for anyone to see. Crystal stared at the phone, occasionally typing something, the spiral reflected off her dull, glassy eyes.

Finally, Crystal stood up too and stepped behind Mrs. Erickson. She held the phone up in front of Erickson’s face, blasting her teacher with the full force of the spiral.

“Can you hear me, Mrs. Erickson?” Crystal asked softly, her voice a dull monotone.

“Yyessssss…” Mrs. Erickson sighed, smiling dreamily as her eyes followed the spiral deeper and deeper down.

Crystal ran a hand through Mrs. Erickson’s hair. “Master told me to… tell you something…”

Mrs. Erickson winced. “H-How many more lines do I have to do, Ms. Crystal?”

“Hm…” Crystal rubbed her chin. “How about you just keep going until I tell you to stop?”

“But… but my hand is so sore…” Mrs. Erickson looked down at the chalk in her hand and frowned. “A-And we’re almost out of space, so…”

“That’s true,” Crystal nodded. “So, when you run out, you’ll just have to erase the board…”

“Yes?”

“And start all over again!”

“B-But–!” Mrs. Erickson sputtered. “But that’s not fair!”

“Fair?” Crystal scoffed. “Look, young lady, life isn’t fair! You should be lucky you only got detention for what you did!”

“I don’t even remember what I did,” Mrs. Erickson grumbled.

“Well, I’m your teacher,” Crystal sneered, “and I say this, if anything, is lenient. So write some more lines, or I’ll have you expelled!”

“E-Expelled?!” Mrs. Erickson gulped. “Y-Yes, Ms. Crystal! Sorry, Ms. Crystal!”

“Good, good.” Crystal sighed and rubbed her temple. “Honestly, why do they always send me the problem kids?”

Mrs. Erickson carefully moved her hand across the blackboard. Crystal had criticized her penmanship in the first few lines, so she was extra careful now. But as she wrote line after line, she had a moment of clarity. What exactly was she writing? She took a step back and stared at the blackboard, finally taking a good look at what she’d done.

“I am an… obedient slave?” Mrs. Erickson gasped, reading off what she’d been writing for the past half-hour. “What the…?”

“Yes?” Crystal asked. “Is there a problem?”

“I don’t… wh-why are you making me write this?”

Crystal hummed softly. “You’re being awfully difficult, Erickson. Do you need to have a talk with Professor Spiral?”

“Professor who?” Mrs. Erickson furrowed her brow. “What are you talking about? None of this makes any sense!”

“Yeah, I think you need to talk to them. Hold on.” Crystal pulled out her phone and thumbed through something.

“Wait…” Mrs. Erickson’s eyes widened. “You’re younger than me, so… why are you my teach–”

“Shut up,” Crystal snapped. She turned her phone towards Mrs. Erickson. “Just let Professor Spiral ‘explain’ things to you, Erickson.”

“Wha…” Mrs. Erickson blinked a few times. “That’s not a… professor… that’s a… a…”

“A spiral, Erickson,” Crystal grinned. “A very pretty, entrancing spiral.”

“En…traaaann…ciiing…” Mrs. Erickson’s shoulders slumped and her jaw went slack. As soon as she saw the spiral, everything fell back into place. It felt so right, so natural to fall deeper into trance.

Crystal giggled and moved the phone from side to side, watching Mrs. Erickson helplessly follow it around with her head. “You’ve been a very naughty student, Erickson. I think a harsher punishment is in order. Bend over on the desk.”

“Yes… Ms. Crystal…” Mrs. Erickson sighed. She laid her chest across her – no, Ms. Crystal’s desk. It was silly to think it was her desk. She wasn’t a teacher, after all.

“Hmmm…” Crystal narrowed her eyes. “It’d be a bit of a pain to have you watch the spiral during this… good thing I found this instead!” She placed something metallic in Mrs. Erickson’s hand. “Hold that above your head and swing it, Erickson.”

Mrs. Erickson looked at the object in her hand. It was a shiny gold pocketwatch, which reflected her dumb, mindless expression back at her. She had the strangest feeling she’d seen it before, but she didn’t know where.

She pinched the chain between her fingers and let the watch dangle down, then started gently swinging it from side to side. Immediately, she started following the watch with her eyes. It only deepened her trance, and made her pussy start drooling just as much as her mouth was.

Mrs. Erickson felt her skirt flip up and heard Crystal laugh. “Oh, man, you’re getting turned on from this? You really are naughty, Erickson.” She felt something hard and flat tap against her bare ass. “It’s not really a punishment if you enjoy it… but I think I’ll manage. I just hope the ruler holds up.”

Smack! Mrs. Erickson gasped as she felt a sharp sting on her behind.

“Did that wake you up?” Crystal smirked. “Or are you such a slut for trance that it just made you sink deeper?”

“Deeeepp…errr…” Mrs. Erickson’s eyelids fluttered.

“Yeah, Erickson,” Crystal chuckled. “Every spank sends you deeper…” Smack! “And deeper.”

Mrs. Erickson purred and grinned stupidly. She was a trance slut. She loved to sink into trance, she loved to stare mindlessly at the pocketwatch, and above all else, she loved to obey. It all made so much sense now.

Smack! went the ruler against her ass. And again, and again, and again, until even Crystal lost count and Mrs. Erickson’s butt was bright red. “Okay, that’s… that’s enough…” Crystal panted, letting the ruler clatter to the floor. “That’s actually a lot harder than it looks… I’ll bet you enjoyed it, though, didn’t you?”

“Yyesssssss,” Mrs. Erickson sighed.

“You should thank me,” Crystal continued. “For punishing you.”

“Thaaaank youu,” Mrs. Erickson cooed, “for punishing me, Ms. Crystal!”

“No, no,” Crystal laughed. “Not like that.” She plucked the pocketwatch out of Mrs. Erickson’s hand and hopped into the desk chair. “Get down under this desk, Erickson, so you can really thank me.”

Mrs. Erickson got up and slid underneath the desk, looking up at Crystal with dull, glassy eyes and a dazed smile.

Crystal pulled down her shorts and pulled her panties to the side. “Eat me out, Erickson.”

“Oh, yes, Ms. Crystal…” Mrs. Erickson closed her eyes and kissed Crystal’s clit. She got to work pleasuring her teacher, using her tongue in slow, sensual movements. She had another moment of deja vu, imagining their roles reversed with herself sitting in that chair and Crystal eating her out underneath the desk. But the image vanished just as soon as it had appeared, and Mrs. Erickson resumed her mindless worship.

She heard a phone go ding! and Crystal gasp, but didn’t pay any attention to it. Not even when Crystal started a video call, pointing the phone at her face and calling someone “Master.” All she cared about was the taste of Crystal’s pussy and giving her pleasure.

Finally, Crystal orgasmed, smearing even more juices on Mrs. Erickson’s face as she moaned. Mrs. Erickson smiled. She’d been such a good student, making her teacher so happy. She smiled joyfully at Crystal, basking in the pleasure of a job well done.

“Good… girl…” Crystal murmured, her face strangely blank for someone who had just cum. She turned the phone’s screen towards Mrs. Erickson. “Master says… cum…”

Mrs. Erickson stared into the spiral as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body. Her eyes went crossed, tongue lolling out of her mouth; she had left her shame and composure next to her free will, and none of them were anywhere near her right now. The orgasm wiped away what little remained of her mind, leaving only a perfectly blank canvas for someone to scribble on.

Crystal blinked a few times. A sense of life returned to her eyes, but something about them seemed different. There was a craftiness and cunning to her gaze that was unlike her. “She’s pretty cute like that,” she smiled, “isn’t she, ‘Master?’”

“Uh, Crystal?” said the voice on the other end of the call. “You feeling alright? You sound… different.”

“Oh, I feel wonderful,” Crystal giggled. “You did a great job giving her to me. Served her right up on a silver platter.”

“You’re… you’re not Crystal,” the voice said warily. “You’re her, aren’t you?”

Crystal winked at the camera. “Guilty as charged! You’re getting to be awfully good at figuring that out. Shame it won’t help.” She pulled down her top and jiggled her breasts for the camera. “Your turn to cum your brains out, slave.”

“Wait– ah~!” The voice moaned, blowing out the mic and straining the tinny speakers on the phone. “Ffuck! Fuck! F-Fuck… Mmmistress…”

“There we go,” Crystal purred. “I’ll deal with you soon, slave. But right now, I have a cute redhead to play with.”

“Yes… Mistress…”

Crystal hung up the phone and grinned at Mrs. Erickson. “You remember me, don’t you?”

Mrs. Erickson blinked slowly. She knew that face belonged to Crystal, but… the voice, the demeanor, the body language… they all belonged to someone else. “Aima…”

“Mhm!” Aima giggled. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Erickson? I almost wasn’t gonna come out, but Crystal started to tap into me a little bit when she was spanking you silly. Not that she realizes that, of course.”

She held the pocketwatch in front of Mrs. Erickson’s face and swung it back and forth. “Now, I think it’s time we had a nice, long chat… about who’s really in charge at this school…”

Mrs. Erickson opened her eyes and shook her head. “I'm sorry?”

“I said ‘see you tomorrow,’” Crystal repeated, picking up her backpack and striding towards the door. “Our time’s up, right?”

“It…” Mrs. Erickson looked down at the pocketwatch in her hand. It had been nearly two hours since Crystal reported for detention. “Y-Yes, it is. I'll see you tomorrow, Crystal.” She paused, adjusting her glasses. “And be sure to behave yourself tomorrow, young lady.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

“What was that?”

“I-I mean, yes, Mrs. Erickson!”

“Thought so.” Mrs. Erickson smirked as she watched Crystal hurry out of the classroom. Then she looked around and furrowed her brow. Why was she just standing in the middle of the classroom? Wasn’t she doing something a moment ago?

She shrugged and walked back to her desk. As soon as she sat down, though, she yelped and shot right back up. “Ow! Why does my ass hurt so… much…”

She blinked a few times, spacing out for a split second before a new thought entered her mind. “Oh, right, I'm sore because I… I had Crystal eat my asshole.” The logic made perfect sense to her, though as she took a closer look at the blackboard she started to ask another question.

But just as before, as soon as she tried to remember why there were so many repetitions of “I am an obedient slave” written in chalk, a thought presented itself to ease her concerns. She had made Crystal write those lines, obviously. The fact that the handwriting was her own and not Crystal’s didn't register at all.

Mrs. Erickson shrugged and picked up her purse from behind the desk, fishing out her phone. She hit the unlock button and gasped.

Instead of her usual wallpaper, her phone now displayed a selfie of Crystal, smiling deviously and presenting her breasts to the camera.

“When did I… ch-change…” Mrs. Erickson’s eyes widened, then went lidded. One more thought wrote itself into her mind: These weren't Crystal’s breasts at all. They belonged to Mistress Aima.

Just like she did.

Then Mrs. Erickson stopped thinking entirely. She hiked up her skirt and began humping the corner of her desk. She knew she could've used her fingers, or the small bullet vibrator she kept in her purse, but neither of those felt right. She was a dumb, mindless slave; when she got herself off for Mistress Aima, it had to be in the least-efficient, most-humiliating way possible.

She instinctively opened the camera app on her phone and started recording herself as she humped her desk like an animal. She crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out, moaning Mistress Aima’s name over and over. She hoped Mistress Aima liked this video when she sent it to Her. She wanted Mistress Aima to see what an obedient slave she was, how eager and ready she was to debase herself for her Mistress’s pleasure.

And as she came, even that desire faded from her mind. All that was left was the empty vessel, nothing more than a clockwork doll that could do only the simple tasks it had been built to perform. It sent the file to Mistress Aima and began walking mechanically towards the parking lot.

As it moved through the now-empty halls, it began to forget what it was programmed to forget. The memory of the past two hours faded from its mind, leaving only a vaguely positive impression. It forgot filming itself, it forgot its afternoon with Crystal, and as it approached the car it even forgot its submission to Mistress Aima.

But it was proud to forget. Erasing its memory of being owned was only further proof of its devotion and obedience. And it knew that Mistress Aima’s control was always there, waiting for her at random whenever it used its phone. Nine times out of ten, the phone would display a normal, innocuous background. No one, not even itself, would suspect anything out of the ordinary.

But whenever it hit that wonderful 10%, it would look down, see Her glorious body, and happily fall back under Her spell.

Mrs. Erickson blinked. She had made it all the way to the driver’s seat of her car on autopilot, completely spaced out right until this very moment.

She grumbled. “I need a coffee.”

And as she pulled out of the parking lot, a girl walking in the opposite direction got a new video in her inbox.