I’ll admit I was scrambling. Don’t get me wrong; I genuinely was happy for Kara, and it made total sense for her to move in with Mai when they got engaged. Kara’s one of my oldest and best friends, and while I’ve loved having her as a roomie to boot for the past six years, I was even happier for her to find true love and start the next chapter of her life with Mai. But it took way too long for it to sink in that Kara was moving out. She gave me plenty of notice to start looking for a new roommate, but I just… sat on it, I guess? I don’t really even know why. Maybe I was secretly hoping Kara would stay, or maybe I was just so daunted at the prospect of having to filter out the inevitable sea of applicants that I just couldn’t bring myself to start the process. Either way, I had two weeks before Kara moves out and have made zero progress.

 

So it was probably a good thing that Kara mentioned Mai had a friend who was looking for a new roommate. The good news is, Kara had also met said friend and was willing to vouch for him. The bad news was the friend was a guy, and I’ll admit I was a little squicked out when Kara told me he was “a bit of a player.” I had precisely zero interest in some horny cishet boy bringing home a constant string of randos, especially if that also meant he’d be looking to add me to his list of conquests. I mean, look, I don’t mean to be vain, but I know what I’ve got going on, and the whole tattooed alt-girl aesthetic got me more than my fair share of attention. The last thing I needed was to feel like I needed to be on guard against pervy stares and poorly-disguised attempts to get in my pants in my own home. But it wasn’t like I had any other options, so I reluctantly agreed to let him come by.

 

At least Leo was punctual. 2:30 on the dot he called up from the front entrance, and I buzzed him in. Kara had promised to be there for moral support, but her lunch with Mai’s parents was running long. “Sorry! Be there as soon as I can,” she’d texted, but for now I was on my own. A few seconds after Kara’s update, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find who I assumed was Leo: average-looking, maybe a little chubby, around six foot. “Hi! You must be Jade,” he greeted, a little too friendly, and pulled me into a hug before I could protest.

Immediately I tensed up. “Uh... hi… Leo?” I stammered, then gently tried to extricate myself from the unwanted embrace. Bad enough he’d just grabbed me without asking, but on top of that he was wearing way too much cologne. It wasn’t bad cologne, to be fair. It was actually kind of nice, it was just… a lot. A really heavy smell that seemed to just snake up into my brain, weighing down my thoughts like a thick, fuzzy blanket. I was so preoccupied with the smell that I didn’t even notice Leo pull away, or catch the question he asked when he did.

 

“What was that?” I asked. “Sorry, I’m just a little…”

 

“It’s fine,” Leo reassured. “I was just saying you should probably show me around.”

 

“Oh, yeah!” I agreed. “Right. I should probably… show you around…” Leo said something I didn’t quite catch, because I was a little preoccupied with how strange things had suddenly become. Deep down, part of me knew something was wrong. I was still a little annoyed at Leo for that presumptive hug, for one. Two, Leo’s cologne was making it really hard to think, and while my head was too foggy to put my finger on why I knew that was definitely not normal, and…

 

“Don’t worry about it,” Leo told me, interrupting what I’d generously call my train of thought. “Look, hear me out. I’m already good friends with Mai and Kara, and they’ve told me so much about you that it’s like I know you already. And you trust Mai and Kara, right?”

 

“Uh… yeah…” I replied, confused.

“You trust that they wouldn’t have recommended me if they didn’t think you could trust me, right?”

 

“Mmm… yeah, I guess…” I told him. He was making sense, but something still didn’t feel right. I knew if I could clear my head, I could figure out why, but if anything it was getting harder to think straight.

 

“So you have to agree that if they trust me, and you trust them, you should probably trust me too, right?”

 

“I… umm…” Even in my addled state, I knew that was a stretch. But trying to articulate why was starting to give me a headache. It was like his cologne was melting my brain, turning my thoughts into fog the moment I tried to think them, making it impossible to focus on anything except the smell.

 

“You smell…” I began, but the word I wanted dissolved into mist before I could speak it.

 

“Good, right?” Leo suggested. And it was a good smell, I had to admit. Sandalwood, maybe? Or… vanilla? The second I thought I’d identified part of the fragrance, it seemed to change on me. Leather became floral became citrusy, and so on. It was exhausting trying to pin it down, just like trying to think about anything else.

 

“Yeah, it’s good, but…” I meant to ask him what it was supposed to smell like, because I sure as hell couldn’t make sense of it. But again I found myself trailing off as the thought dissolved back into the deepening fog that was steadily replacing my mind.

 

“It’s really good. Here, try again,” Leo added, stepping back in close. For a moment I tensed up again, but then he was so close that the cologne was completely overpowering. “Really focus on it,” he continued. “I bet if you try really, really hard, you can pick out the individual components.” I did as he commanded. I closed my eyes so I could focus better, breathed it in deep and tried as hard as I could to make sense of it, but it was too much. Too complicated. Things kept shifting around on me, swirling around inside my brain, till it felt like my brain was just a big, swirling cloud of pretty-smelling fog.

 

“I…” I tried to tell him I couldn’t do it, that it was too hard. But in order to string those words together, I would have needed to stop focusing on the cologne, and for some reason I just couldn’t.

 

“It’s too much, isn’t it, Jade?” Leo asked, whispering the question in my ear. His warm breath on my neck felt good. The shiver it sent running down my spine felt good.

 

“Mmm…” I murmured in agreement. I felt hands slip around my waist, arms holding me against a big, warm body, but I was too focused on the shifting, swirling smells to think about what it meant. It was so much easier to just feel good about being held.

 

“That’s okay, Jade,” a man’s voice whispered. “You’re trying your best, and doing a very good job,” it added, and the praise felt really good. I was trying my best. It felt so good to hear that whoever the voice belonged to had noticed. Being held close to the voice and the smell felt good, felt safe. The warm breath on my neck was making me start to go all tingly. I wanted to focus on those good things, but I couldn’t stop trying to identify what made the smell so good.

 

Really? I wanted to ask. Was I really doing a good job? My praise kink was starting to bubble up to the surface, now that the smell and voice and breath and being held were starting to turn me on. But all I could manage was a dreamy “Mmm?”

 

“Yes, Jade,” the voice replied, and I shuddered with pleasure. “But you must be getting tired from trying so hard. Aren’t you, Jade?

 

“Mmm…” I agreed. The moment the voice said it, I felt very, very tired.

 

“It would feel very, very good if you could stop thinking and just relax, wouldn’t it?”

 

“Mmmmmm…” I agreed, purring.

 

“Then that’s what you’ll do. I’m going to count to three, Jade, and then I’m going to snap my fingers. And when you hear me snap my fingers, Jade, you’re going to let go completely. Let go of the smells, let go of your mind, and just let yourself drop down into that wonderful fog. That sounds wonderful, doesn’t it?”

 

“Mmm-hmm…” I concurred. It sounded like the most amazing thing in the world.

 

“Very good, Jade. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

 

“Mmm!” I half-yelped. I couldn’t help it. Between the brain fog and the horny, it was almost exactly like being in subspace, and being called a good girl hit me like a truck. I pressed myself up against the voice’s warm, sturdy body, wiggling happily as my head tilted forward to rest on his shoulder and awaited his next command.

 

“That’s very good, Jade. Now. One, two, three… and drop.” The voice’s fingers snapped as he said the word “drop,” and I was such a good girl for him. I immediately obeyed, letting myself let go of all my thoughts and just sink down into the fog. I felt wonderful. Relaxed, happy, and floaty. The voice helped me sink even deeper, then slowly pulled himself away from me. I whimpered.

 

“It’s okay, Jade,” the voice reassured me. “Open your eyes, please.” I obeyed, and remembered that the voice had a name. Leo.

 

“How are you feeling, Jade?”

 

“Uh…” I started to reply, but I was too deep in the fog to put the words together.

 

“Don’t try to think about it, Jade. Just answer the question. How are you feeling?” Leo repeated.

 

“Good,” I told him.

 

“That’s very good, Jade. Good girl.” I squirmed, and giggled.

 

“You like being a good girl, don’t you?”

 

“Yes,” I confirmed, nodding.

 

“And good girls do what they’re told, don’t they?”

 

“Yes,” I agreed.

 

“Would you like to know how you could be a good girl right now, Jade?”

 

I hesitated for a moment. It would be too much to say I thought about it. More like I felt about it, asked myself if being a good girl right now felt, well, good. “Yes?” I answered.

 

“You can be a good girl by obeying my commands. That sounds good, doesn’t it?” Again I hesitated. I knew it should feel good, but it was like there was something beneath the wonderful, floaty fog that had replaced my mind that was trying to say that being a good girl and obeying Leo did not, in fact, sound good at all.

 

“Hmm…” Leo murmured. Then, seeming to come to a decision, he took me back into his arms. The smell of his cologne filled my head again, and feeling a man’s body pressed against mine once more made me start tingling once more. “Drop even deeper, Jade,” Leo commanded, then snapped his fingers. I obeyed, somehow going further down into the fog. It felt good to go deeper. “That’s It, Jade. Good girl,” Leo encouraged. I shuddered again, felt myself getting wet. “Deeper and deeper, Jade. Be a good girl and drop all the way down into the fog.”

 

“Mmmm,” I purred, and obeyed, sinking deeper and deeper into the fog until the warning bells faded away.

 

“That’s it. Good girl,” Leo whispered when he felt me relax. Then he stepped back again. “Look at me, Jade.” I obeyed. “I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer each one with a yes. But you’re going to realize that you’re not just saying yes because I told you to. You’re going to mean it, each time you say yes. Understand?”

 

“Yes,” I replied, and meant it.

 

“Good girl. You like being a good girl, don’t you?” Leo began.

 

“Yes.” It was easy to say yes to that, because it was true.

 

“You want to be a good girl now, don’t you?”

 

“Yes.” Also true.

 

“Would you like to know how to be a good girl right now, Jade?”

 

“Yes.” I really, really did.

 

“You can be a good girl by obeying my commands until I leave your apartment. That sounds good, doesn’t it?”

 

“Yes.” Obeying felt so much easier than thinking. If I could just do what I was told, and be a good girl at the same time, then that was perfect.

 

“That’s very good, Jade. You’re being such a good girl already.” I shuddered again. I couldn’t help it. At this point, I didn’t even want to. “Are you ready to be a good girl and obey my commands, Jade?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“That’s wonderful, Jade! You’re such a good girl!” I felt myself beam. I was a good girl! I loved being a good girl. I couldn’t wait to be a good girl again and again, for as long as Leo was still here. “Are you ready for my first command, Jade?”

 

“Yes,” I told him. I’d never been more ready for anything in my life. I was completely focused on Leo, nothing in my head but the desire to be a good girl, and the happy knowledge that all I needed to do in order to be one was to obey.

 

“Good girl.” I giggled, then waited for him to tell he how to be a good girl. “Stay close to me while I look around your apartment. Close enough that you can still smell my wonderful cologne. And whenever I ask you a question, you’re going to answer immediately with the first thing that pops into your head. Understood?”

 

“Yes,” I giggled again, delighted that I could obey both of his commands at once. Then I was a good girl and followed Leo as he inspected my apartment. Every time he asked me a question, I was a good girl and told him the first thing that popped into my head. Anything wrong with the place? No. Are the property managers good? Yes. How’s the water pressure? Good. Am I single? Yes. What’s my sexual orientation? Pan. Am I polyamorous? Yes. Have I ever had sex with Kara or Mai? No. Do I find them attractive? Yes. Do I find Leo attractive? Sort of.

 

“New command,” Leo told me after that last question. I waited, patiently, like a good girl, while he thought about how I could be a good girl for him next.

 

“Whenever I ask you ‘how do I look?’ you’re going to realize you find me very, very attractive. You won’t be able to pinpoint exactly why, but you’ll accept that this is just something you notice every once in a while. You will continue to feel an intense sexual attraction towards me until you fall asleep that night. Understand?”

 

“Yes,” I confirmed.

 

“Do you find me attractive?” Leo asked again.

 

“Sort of,” I repeated.

 

“How do I look?” he asked. I obeyed. I realized I found Leo very, very attractive. I let myself feel an intense sexual attraction towards him. Then, I was a good girl and obeyed his command to answer his question with the first thing that came into my head.

“Fucking hot,” I replied.

 

“Good girl,” he purred, in a tone that sent an electric jolt down my spine and into my now-soaking cunt. He paused, running his eyes over me, and my mind began to fill with all the ways I wanted to be a good girl for him next. Obeying his command to kneel, undo his jeans, and let him fuck my face until he shot his load into my mouth. Obeying his command to swallow it all. Obeying his command to strip naked, bend over, and let him use me, fucking my cunt until he bred me, fucking my ass until he filled it up with his hot, sticky cum. I felt my hands start to drift over my body: one towards my breast, the other towards my pussy. His pussy, if he wanted it. If he commanded me to give it to him. If he told me to, I’d be a good girl and…

 

“Sorry I’m late!” I heard a voice call out, then the apartment door slammed closed. Kara was home, but that didn’t matter. So I let my hands keep drifting towards where they were needed, waiting with bated breath and aching cunt for Leo to tell me how to be a good girl again.

 

“Hands by your sides, Jade,” he commanded, and I obeyed with a whimper.

 

“Oh, don’t stop on my account, Sir,” I heard Kara tease, but didn’t think about what the words meant. “I take it she’s…” Kara began to add, then Leo interjected.

 

“Oh yeah, she’s deep under. We were just about to wrap things up, actually. It took a little work to get her there, but Jade’s being a good girl now. Aren’t you, Jade?”

 

“Mm-hmm!” I agreed. I was being a good girl, but unless Leo decided that me being a good girl also meant getting off, that might well change pretty soon.

Kara chuckled, evidently noticing my predicament. “Looks like she’s ready to be a very good girl, Sir. Did you want me to leave you two alone a little longer?”

 

“No,” Leo replied. “It’s better if it’s her idea the first time around. You, on the other hand…”

 

“What about me?” Kara probed, a hint of wickedness in her tone.

 

“You go on into your bedroom and wait for me to…” Leo’s gaze flicked back to me for a moment while he trailed off. “…come in and talk with you.” Kara cocked an eyebrow at him.

 

“Why hide it? Isn’t she gonna forget all of this?” Kara inquired.

 

“Best not to tempt fate,” Leo replied. “Now, get.”

 

“Yes, Sir!” Kara answered, sketching an exaggerated salute, then scurried off to her room.

 

“Fucking brats,” Leo muttered, then turned back to me. “New command, Jade,” he began, and I stiffened with eagerness to obey. Would he fuck me? I hoped he’d fuck me, I could just imagine him bending me over and jamming his cock inside me until…

 

“Hold this under your nose so you stay nice and foggy while I go fu… talk with Kara,” Leo ordered instead. I was a good girl and obeyed, holding an open perfume bottle under my nose. Leo’s perfume, slithering up into my brain, keeping the fog it had put there nice and thick. Too thick to think. Too thick to even want to think. So thick that even trying to have a thought of my own was utterly impossible. But luckily, I didn’t need to. Leo had given me a command, so all I had to do was be a good girl and obey.

 

“On your knees, slut,” said a man’s voice in Kara’s room. I knew the words mean something, and they sounded a lot like a command, but I couldn’t be sure it was for me. So instead I kept on obeying Leo’s last command, holding his cologne under my nose it could keep me nice and foggy.

“Yes, Sir,” said a woman’s voice that sounded a lot like Kara.

“Suck my cock, slut,” this Sir commanded.

“Yes, Sir,” the woman’s voice replied.

There weren’t a lot of words after that. Noises, yes. Noises that got louder, hungrier. Noises that made my pussy get even wetter. I knew there was something I could do about that, something that would feel really, really good, but my head was too foggy to pull up the memory of it was. So much easier to just keep being a good girl and hold the bottle under my nose. “Mmmm… obey… good…” someone murmured. Me, maybe? Obeying did feel very, very good. Was I horny because I was being a good girl, or because of the noises coming from Kara’s room? Or… both?

“That’s it, good girl. Make me cum, you brainless fucking slut,” that man’s voice half-shouted.

 

“Mmmph!” came the woman’s muffled response.

“Mmmm…” I moaned, softly. Whoever that woman was, it sounded like she enjoyed being a good girl as much as I did. Obeying made her horny, just like it was making me horny.

 

“Fuck!” the man’s voice cried out. “Fuck yeah, suck me dry, slut,” he commanded. “Swallow it all, swallow every last fucking drop,” he continued, then added “Good girl,” his voice dripping with pleasure and affection. I shivered from the praise, even though it wasn’t directed at me. Then, the man’s voice gave a command. “Now, cum for me.”

I obeyed. I couldn’t help it. I made my pussy clench, let myself imagine a wave of white-hot, ecstatic release tearing through me, as though I really was obeying the command to cum. Then my body took over and did it for real, over and over, so intense that I almost dropped the bottle when my legs started to buckle. But I was a good girl and managed, barely, to keep holding under my nose and somehow let myself drop to my knees without spilling any.

I don’t remember what happened after that. The orgasm dropped me even deeper into the fog, washing away even my ability to process what was happening around me. The warm, fuzzy bliss of the post-orgasm afterglow combined with the warm, floaty bliss of the fog, and buried me completely underneath.

 

It was heaven. I wanted to stay there forever, just floating in an impenetrable, mindless haze of contentment. No thoughts, no worries, no awareness. Just a happy, empty-headed good girl. I didn’t even realize that Leo and Kara had come back until my body obeyed Leo’s new command to stand back up and give him the bottle.

“Smells like someone’s a real trance slut,” that woman’s voice teased. I opened my eyes, and saw it was Kara. “Did you have a good time while I was su-“

“Careful,” Leo interrupted.

 

“Talking with Leo?” Kara corrected.

“Mmmm…” I confirmed.

“Wait, did you cum just now?” Leo inquired.

“Mm-hmm,” I replied.

“Wait, you didn’t hear her?” Kara asked Leo. “Because the I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors did.”

“I was a little… distracted,” Leo replied, defensive, before turning back to me. “Why did you cum?” he asked me. I did my best to obey the command to answer, but it was nearly impossible to put words together.

“Mmm…voice…sexy. Command…cum…obey…good…” I managed.

“You heard a sexy voice give a command to cum, and you wanted to obey?” Leo interpreted.

“Mm-hmmm,” I agreed, purring. “Obey…good…cum…good…”

“I see,” Leo mused. “Did you know it was me giving the command?”

“Mm-mmm,” I admitted. “Didn’t, but… obey. Cum. Good…”

 

“You liked obeying the command to cum?” Leo clarified.

 

“Yesss…” I told him, then felt a shiver run down my spine from the memory, then repeated “Obey…cum…good…”

“Huh.” Leo paused, and while I waited patiently for his next command I took a deep breath in through my nose, letting his cologne fog me back up some more. “…not part of the plan,” I heard Leo say once I shook off the wave of bliss I felt from sinking back down, “but I’d call it a good sign.”

“You should see if she’ll do it when she knows it’s you, Sir,” Kara suggested, obviously turned on at the thought, then clapped a hand over her mouth in horror. “Sorry, Sir, I didn’t mean to…”

Leo raised a hand, dismissing the apology. “No, slut, it’s a good idea. If she’s already open to it, that means I don’t have to go as heavy on her after I move in. You’re forgiven for speaking out of turn.”

Kara shivered with relief. “Thank, you, Sir.” Leo nodded, adding a soft grunt.

“As for you…” Leo continued, once again turning his attention to me. “Jade, if I commanded you to, would you cum for me?”

“Mmm…” I hesitated. Obeying felt good. Cumming, obviously, felt good. But something about cumming for Leo specifically felt… off. Even though I liked being a good girl and obeying his commands, part of me knew that giving Leo control of my sexuality like that was different from just letting him melt my mind away with his cologne. But then I looked at him, his piercing blue eyes, his full lips, his broad shoulders, his sturdy, stocky frame, and remembered that I found him very, very attractive. That I wanted him to move in as soon as possible. If I let him make me cum, maybe he’d be more likely to take over the lease from Kara? That felt really good.

“Yes,” I answered, and meant it.

 

“Very good,” Leo purred, his voice dropping down into his chest. “New command, Jade. Until you wake up, until you come out of the fog, you will cum whenever I tell you to. Understand?”

“Yes,” I replied, truthfully.

 

“Then cum,” Leo commanded. I obeyed.

“Mmm!” I whimpered, clenching my pussy, letting myself imagine the wave of pleasure I’d feel if the orgasm were real.

“Cum,” Leo repeated, with a hint of a growl that made me clench even harder, made my legs start to give way from the almost-real shockwave that I knew would leave me all wobbly if it truly were. I let myself pitch forward, slumping against Leo’s sexy chest, felt his long, thick arms surround me, inhaled another cloud of that wonderful cologne, let it make me even more obedient and suggestible.

“Be a good girl,” Leo whispered, “and cum for me.”

 

“Yes!” I exclaimed, not needing to pretend this time. My fingers gripping his back as the rolling waves of pleasure made me undulate against him, pressing my gushing cunt against his bulge and my tits into his chest. I felt myself bite down on his shoulder, not quite stifling the moan obeying him caused, and let myself sink back down into that perfect, giddy, mindless fog.

 

“Damn,” Kara remarked. “Looks like she’ll be easier to turn than you thought, Sir.”

 

“Indeed,” Leo agreed. I heard the words, but didn’t bother trying to process them. I was too busy enjoying my reward for being a good girl and obeying warm, sexy Leo. “We should probably wrap this up, though,” he told Kara. Gently he pushed me away, keeping his hands on my arms. “Look at me, Jade. Focus completely on me, and only me. Listen very carefully to my new command.” I whimpered, a little, at the loss of closeness, but I was a good girl and obeyed.

“When I snap my fingers, you’re going to go to your bathroom, take off your clothes, and shower. Then, you’re going to put the clothes you’re wearing now into wherever you keep your dirty laundry and put on a clean outfit. Once you’re dressed, you will come back out here, sit on the couch, and wait. Understand?”

“Mmmm,” I confirmed, nodding.

“Repeat it, please. Speak clearly.”

“When you snap my fingers, I will go to the bathroom, take off my clothes, and shower. I will put the clothes I’m wearing now in the laundry basket. I will put on a new outfit, come back out here, sit on the couch, and wait.”

“Good girl,” Leo praised. I felt myself blush and shudder.

“Continuing the command. You will remain in the fog and wait until Kara asks you if you’re feeling okay. When she does, you will do three things for me. Are you ready to hear them?”

“Yes, Sir,” I replied. It felt right to call him that, between the confident authority in his tone and how much I liked obeying him.

“Good girl,” Leo told me. I shuddered again, felt a dopey grin start to form on my lips.

“First, you will come all the way out of the fog, fully awake, and remember to not remember anything that happened after you heard me knock on the door. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Second, you will instead remember the following: that you gave me a perfectly normal tour of the apartment, that you found me very attractive, and that you want me to move in as soon as possible. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir,” I confirmed. The more I called him Sir, the better it felt.

“Excellent. Third, you will realize that you find the idea of being hypnotized to be very, very sexy. That you get incredibly turned on by the thought of letting someone take control of your mind and make you do, feel, or think whatever they want, especially if their commands are kinky or sexual in nature. Understand?”

“Yes, S-Sir,” I replied, stumbling a little over the honorific from the wave of arousal that hit me in response to letting Sir control my mind.

 

“Very good girl,” Leo purred, making my gush a little. “You will rationalize your obedience however you need to in order for it to feel completely natural. You will believe, without question, that anything you do, think, say, or feel as a result of obeying this command is entirely your own idea. Understand?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” I obeyed. God, this was fucking hot. Not only was Sir forcing me be turned on by what he was doing to my mind, he was changing me. Warping my mind to suit his desires, making me change the way I thought to ensure that I’d do whatever he wanted and believe it was my idea all along. His unwitting, obedient plaything. God, it was almost enough to make me cum just from thinking about it.

 

“Very good girl, Jade. I’ll see you soon, but for now…” Leo trailed off, then I heard his fingers snap. I obeyed, cleaning myself thoroughly so I wouldn’t smell like wet pussy, then putting my now-discarded clothes at the bottom of the laundry pile. I chose an outfit similar to what I’d been wearing when Sir first arrived, then once I was dressed I sat on the couch and waited. Whenever I felt the fog starting to lift, I let myself remember the smell of Sir’s cologne, imagined it filling my mind once again, and sank back down into near-total mindlessness. Dimly I was aware of sex noises coming from Kara’s room, the moans, grunts, and smacking sounds no doubt from Sir using his slut to get off again. I wondered if he was controlling Kara’s mind, too. Had he changed her, like he was changing me? We she, too, obeying commands Sir had made her forget, believing all the while that it was her choice to be his willing fuck-toy? I felt my nipples stiffen against my bra, my pussy and thighs clench, felt the urge to slip my fingers down between my lips and rub my needy clit until I came from the fantasy of us both being his brainwashed sex slaves. But that wasn’t part of Sir’s command, so instead I just sank even deeper into the fog, until my mind was too blank to even form a daydream.

 

“You feeling okay?” I eventually heard Kara ask. Immediately I came out of the fog, obeying Sir’s command.

 

“Yeah, sorry,” I replied. “Guess I just… spaced out for a sec there.” Then I remembered that Kara had promised to be here when I was giving the tour, but never showed. “Where were you?” I pressed, feigning annoyance. “Mai decide she wanted you for dessert after lunch with the parental units?”

 

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Kara began, in a tone that let me know whatever was coming next was going to be utter, albeit entertaining bullshit. “I let this guy brainwash me and fuck my brains out. Then I had to shower, hide the evidence, put on makeup, remember how to pretend I’m normal…”

 

“Yeah, right,” I laughed. “As if you’d ever cheat on Mai, miss she’s-the-love-of-my-life-and-I-can’t-wait-to-marry-her. Where was she during all this?”

“Oh, it was her idea,” Kara explained, continuing the riff and plopping down onto the armchair across from me. “She said she could never marry someone who wasn’t also his mind-controlled slut, so of course I had to let him turn me into one.”

 

“Oh, of course, that makes total sense,” I joked, then finally noticed how warm it had gotten all of a sudden. “One, Kar, how do you even come up with this shit. And two, why the fuck am I turned on?”

 

“Sounds like someone’s got a hypno kink,” Kara teased.

“A what now?” I asked.

 

“Oh, girl, have you never heard of EH?” I answered with a genuine blank stare.

“Oh, wow, okay then,” Kara chuckled. “EH is erotic hypnosis, J. There’s like, so much porn of it out there.”

 

“There’s hypnosis porn?” I probed. “Like, porn about some guy pulling people up on stage and putting them to sleep? People get off to that?”

 

“I mean, sure, sometimes,” Kara waffled, “but usually it’s more like boy meets girl, boy wants to fuck girl, boy hypnotizes girl, boy makes girl do whatever he wants…”

“Okay, but like, what does he make m- I mean the girl do?”

 

“Oh you name it, there’s porn of it. Maybe he just makes her bend over and let him use her, then forget it ever happened. Maybe he tells her to get more and more turned on every time he snaps his fingers, then wakes her up and snaps away until she literally begs for his cock. Or maybe…” Kara continued, leaning forward and lowering her voice a little, “he doesn’t make her fuck him at all. Instead, every time he hypnotizes her, he just… changes her. Just a little. But before long, she’s completely under his control: his willing, hypnotic sex slave, and she doesn’t even realize it.”

I felt my tongue running over my suddenly-dry lips. Fuck, that’s hot, I thought. Especially that last one. God, I’m getting wet just thinking about it. “But, wouldn’t she notice she’s acting different? Or, like, one of her friends?”

“Sure, sometimes,” Kara told me. “And sometimes she notices in time to break free of his control. But more often, by the time she finds out… she’s so brainwashed that it just turns her on. Because he’s programmed her to want it. To need to be his mind-controlled slut. And sometimes, he even gets her to help recruit more hypno slaves.”

 

“Uhhh…” I began, hoping that words would somehow push through the deepening fog of arousal clouding my thoughts. “And if, hypothetically, I was… curious about this hypnosis… porn… thing… where would I find it?”

 

“You sure you wanna know?” Kara teased. “Because there is seriously a lot out there. Videos, erotica, audio… and then there’s cons, events, forums…”

 

“Let’s just start with the porn,” I told her. “For now.”

“Whatever you want,” Kara replied, a wicked glint in her eye.

I had no idea what I was getting into.