I was full of nervous energy at work on Sunday, unable to focus on what I was doing, my thoughts occupied with reliving the incredible events of the previous night. I was so distracted, I got two orders wrong and dropped a glass, though it landed on carpet and thankfully didn’t break. (In case you couldn’t figure it out from context, I work in a restaurant when I’m not acting. Clichéd but true.) After that mishap, I tried harder to concentrate.

But it really was difficult to stop thinking about last night. I mentioned in chapter 1 that my sexual history prior to Richard isn’t extensive, but I have had a few pretty wild nights - both with him and with other partners. But that first evening of hypnosis was on a different level to anything I’d ever experienced before. I’d never felt so controlled, so helpless, so vulnerable... so horny. It scared me a little. It thrilled me a fucking ton. I couldn’t wait to do it again.

Unfortunately, it was not to be that night - my manager asked me to cover a sick colleague’s shift, and I reluctantly accepted. And any plans for more hypnotic fun in the days that followed were curtailed by a long-planned visit from Richard’s sister, Pippa, who was in LA from Monday to Thursday. That didn’t stop me and him from having sex - Pippa was in the spare room and listened to loud music through headphones - but anything more elaborate was ruled out as there was a higher chance we’d get caught. We reluctantly agreed to postpone our second session until we had our apartment all to ourselves again.

Shit, that was a difficult week. Kinky AJ was raring to go for more mind-controlling mischief, and not best pleased when she didn’t get it. (God, I’m making my horny side sound like an alter-ego. Though as you’ll see later, that’s not so far-fetched...) In the days before hypnosis, I was quite satisfied with my sex life. Richard and I usually did the deed at least once a day - twice if one or both of us were especially randy - with occasional breaks (like when I had my period or if one of us just wasn’t in the mood). Frankly, that used to be enough for me.

But after hypnosis? I was jonesing for it properly. We got away with quick, frenetic fucks each night, which would’ve been fine by the old me - but not for Newly Hypno-Kinky AJ. I couldn’t get the images of my mesmerised self out of my head (not least because I kept looking at those photos on my phone). I found myself masturbating more frequently than before, hiding myself away in the bathroom and trying to muffle myself with a towel so I wouldn’t alarm our house guest. (Don’t be concerned for me - this wasn’t a permanent change. I would eventually get myself under control and not be so horny for hypnosis all the damn time, but that first week was... tricky.)

Though Pippa was good company, I was probably a pretty poor host during that particular visit. I just couldn’t wait for her to go so her brother and I could get back to our shenanigans. The days crawled by at the pace of an asthmatic ant with some heavy shopping. (That’s a joke from Blackadder - a British comedy Richard introduced me to. It might be one of the funniest shows ever made.)

Finally Thursday arrived, and Richard took his sister to the airport in the early evening. I waited impatiently at our apartment.

When the door finally swung open, I jumped up from the sofa. (Oh for God’s sake, he’s made me write ‘sofa’ instead of... whatever I used to call it. Damn him.) “Finally!” I sighed, trotting over to him eagerly.

He raised an eyebrow. “I was only gone for half an hour!”

“I wasn’t referring to that.” I smiled slyly. “I just meant... alone at last!”

Richard chuckled, taking off his jacket and hanging it up on a hook by the front door. “You’re keen. Keener than usual, in fact. Could this have something to do with what happened on Saturday, by any chance?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” I teased.

“I was wondering how to broach the subject with you again,” he admitted. “I mean, that night was pretty wild, but... we haven’t really talked about it since then. I thought maybe...”

“What? That I wouldn’t want to do it again?” I snorted. “I told you I wanted to that night, like fifty times!”

“Yeah, but that was while you actually were hypnotised, and in the afterglow... I was a bit worried that you might not be so willing with a few days’ distance.”

“Well, forget that! I am so ready to do it again. I have been all week, it’s been driving me nuts. The only reason I never talked to you about it was because I was doing everything in my power to not think about it - which didn’t work, by the way!”

“Right, OK, good.” He was clearly relieved. “Then I guess, we can start whenever you want...”

“Now,” I said immediately. “Please. I want now. Can we now.”

“That was particularly monosyllabic,” he laughed. “Excellent speakage.”

“Shut up and hypnotise me.” Giving him an imperious look, I spun around on one heel and pranced over to the sofa.

“How can I refuse when you ask so politely?” His amused eyes followed me as I sat myself ever so gracefully on the sofa. “At the very least I might be able to get you to stop being such a brat!”

“Didn’t work last time,” I pointed out. “Except when you literally switched off my brain!”

“Well, let’s see what we can do this time around...” He rubbed his hands together eagerly and sat down next to me, turned at an angle so he was facing towards me. His jeans brushed against my bare leg (I was wearing shorts), the contact giving me a tiny thrill.

“Not gonna get your laptop? For the spiral video?” I asked curiously.

“I thought we’d try something different this time,” he explained. “You know, since we’re still exploring and experimenting, we can try different inductions, see how they work out...”

“What kind of inductions? The first one we tried on Saturday didn’t really work, it just chilled me out...”

“Well, since you did so well with the spiral, I think eye fixation inductions might be your thing,” he mused. “And there’s something I’ve wanted to try out for a very long time. Ever since I used to watch this show, The Demon Headmaster, when I was a kid. It was about this headmaster who hypnotised his students to be well-behaved, and have good manners... Nothing sexy about it obviously, it was a children’s show, but still, the image of someone being entranced and compelled by someone’s eyes...” He sighed wistfully. “Well, that image has stuck with me.”

“Are you gonna make me hot for teacher, then?” I giggled.

Richard rolled his eyes. “No, AJ. At least not yet - that’s a scenario we can file away for a later date! But for the time being...” He leaned forwards, sitting up straight in his chair.

I still had to turn my head all the way to the right to look straight at him, which wasn’t exactly comfortable, so I shifted round in my seat so I was now facing him properly, crossing my legs up on the sofa in front of me. I shook my head slightly in bewilderment, not quite able to believe what we were about to do. “Are you really gonna put me under by staring into my eyes?”

“No, no, not at all,” he replied, “I’m gonna put you under by having you stare into my eyes. It’s all about you, babe, not me - you’re putting yourself into a trance. I’m just the focus, and the guide...”

“I know, I know,” I laughed, waving my hands in front of my face dismissively. “You’re so pedantic...”

“All part of my charm,” he grinned. “OK, are you ready?”

“Yup,” I beamed, giving him a double thumbs up. “Trance me, baby.”

“Wow. Who’s the dork now?”

I punched him on the arm.

“Alright, alright,” he said through laughter, holding up his hands defensively. “Let’s get started.” His voice changed pitch and volume, becoming lighter and softer as he said, “Look into my eyes.”

Suppressing an incredulous smile, I did as he asked, staring into his eyes. I noticed they were a tiny bit watery, and there was a hint of red in the white - but that wasn’t surprising, as he’d just been outside and it was a cold night. I ignored the whites of his eyes and focused on the pupils, watching them grow slightly bigger and smaller every few seconds. It was strangely fascinating, watching them contract and dilate. I realised he’d be seeing mine do the same, which was obvious but felt weird.

Then I realised he hadn’t said anything for a good ten seconds, and was just letting me gaze into his eyes. I felt a smile spreading back across my face again. Was I already getting hypnotised? He hadn’t even really said anything yet...

“Just stare into them,” he said in that same soft voice. “Let your gaze fix on them. You don’t need to worry about doing anything else right now... You can just concentrate on my eyes, and my voice...”

Mmm, that voice... I remembered him using it the other night. It sent those familiar shivers of pleasure through me, and made my mind feel more open, my thoughts feel slower... And his eyes - I’d never really noticed how beautiful they were before. People don’t talk that much about men’s eyes being beautiful, but his really were. The irises were deep blue, but with the smallest hint of green. They reminded me of the sea. (Which was ironic, since Richard hated the sea. In the summer I’d go to the beach for a swim and a sunbathe, while he’d be reading a book at some bar nearby. Maybe one with a view of the beach, so he could see me in my bikini, but that was lower on his list of priorities than getting away from the sand and the ocean! Anyway, I’m rambling, sorry.)

“And you remember how the other day, I would tell you something was bound, and then whatever I said would become bound,” he continued. “Like your hands, or your legs, or something in your mind, like your name... Do you remember that, Alyssa?”

“Uh huh,” I mumbled.

“Well, now you find yourself feeling like your eyes are bound. They’re locked on my eyes, stuck staring into them... And you can try to look away if you want, but find that you can’t...”

My mind was so foggy. Part of me didn’t want to even try to look away, because it just felt so nice and so easy to keep gazing into his eyes... But my stubborn side piped up: Hey, try and put up a fight, AJ! You’re making it too easy for him...

So I gave it a shot. I turned my head slowly to my left, but my eyes remained in place, transfixed on his pupils. A disbelieving laugh bubbled up inside me as I tried turning my head to the right instead, with the same result. No matter which way I moved, even if I tried turning my torso as well, I remained locked, fixed, trapped, staring into my boyfriend’s eyes. I felt so captivated, so helpless...

“Good girl,” he whispered, and I felt that ripple of arousal I always get when he says that. “You can stop trying now. You don’t really want to look away, do you? It’s just so much better to give in, isn’t it?”

“Uhhh,” I replied, very eloquently. My jaw relaxed, letting my mouth hang open.

“You can just let yourself drift deeper and deeper into my eyes... Let my voice sink deeper and deeper into your mind... You don’t need to worry about anything else... You don’t even need to think... Bound to my eyes... Compelled by my words... Falling under my power... Feeling so good... So empty... So mindless...”

I couldn’t see anything but his black pupils and his deep blue irises. I couldn’t hear anything except his voice. I couldn’t think anything at all. We’d been going maybe three minutes, and I was already completely back in the zone, staring blankly at my boyfriend, eyes wide-open and staring, mouth agape.

I was still just barely self-aware enough to know how unaware I was, if that makes any sense at all! And the feeling of being enthralled, the knowledge that I’d fallen so deep into trance so fast, was making me madly horny. I felt sensual thrills racing through me, circling my pussy, caressing it like dozens of dancing fingers. Part of me wanted to play with myself, but I couldn’t move my arms - all my limbs felt like water.

“Good girl,” Richard purred, making me shudder delightedly. A trickle of drool dripped from my mouth, landing on my thigh. “You’re so deep now, so hypnotised... You’re doing so well... And you find your eyes are starting to grow tired... It’s so hard to stare for so long, and you’ve done such a good job... But now, as you descend deeper and deeper, you’re nearly ready to let your eyes close... Not just yet, but soon...”

Sure enough, my eyes did begin to flicker wearily. They were growing heavier by the second, as if there were weights pulling them down. But every time they got halfway closed, they forced themselves open again, so I could continue staring into my boyfriend’s eyes.

“I’m going to count down from five, and when I reach zero, you’ll be completely hypnotised, and you can let them close. But you’ll still see my eyes in your mind, keeping you in this blissful, deep, enthralled state... Do you understand?”

“Yuhsss...”

“Very good girl. Five, sinking deeper... Four, feeling so, so good...”

My eyelids were so heavy now, it was unbearable. I was still fixed on his eyes, but it was getting harder and harder to keep mine open.

“Three, almost completely under my power... Two, mind empty and blank... One... And sleep.”

My eyelids dropped like anvils, and I sagged forwards, slumping over my own crossed legs. I felt him catch me by the shoulders, holding my limp torso up, and then one of his hands shifted to support my lolling head. If anything, feeling him hold me up made me sink even deeper, adding to the sense of being an empty, vacant, hypnotised plaything. He needed to support me because I didn’t have the strength or the willpower to support myself.

“Deep breath in,” he told me, “and big breath out.” I complied, feeling ever more controlled and malleable - it felt like he could even control my breathing. An idle thought drifted through my otherwise blank mind, wondering if I’d stop breathing if he told me to. The idea of that made me even hornier.

I felt him move me, turning me in my seat as I remained slumped forwards, rotating me a full 180 degrees. I was now facing away from him, with one of his arms around my torso, my boobs resting on top of it, and the other under one of my arms, holding my head by the chin, fingers gripping the lower half of my face. Then he slowly, cautiously laid me down, my head resting on his legs, my back on the sofa cushions, my legs now draped over the side of the chair but not quite reaching the floor. I felt him do all this, but I cared so little about what was happening outside my deliciously entranced state that the fact that I’d been repositioned didn’t really register.

I was vaguely aware of him brushing my hair out of my face. Lying his left arm over my belly, he rested his right hand on the top of my head and began stroking my hair and forehead gently with his thumb. Ooh, now that felt nice - it send all sorts of little shivers through my brain and my body. I felt like a pet, sleeping happily in my owner’s lap as he caressed me. I don’t remember doing it, but he’s since told me that during this time I let out a couple of faint moans and whimpers, which seems right to me given the amount of pleasure and bliss I felt then.

I heard him talking to me, but his words went past my brain’s goalkeeper and hit the back of the net. After an indeterminate number of minutes (two? Ten? Forty? I had no fucking clue), what he was saying finally began to register: “Now, remember I talked to you last time about a scale in your mind, measuring how deep in hypnosis you are. So on a scale of one to ten, how deep are you, Alyssa?”

I don’t consciously remember hesitating and considering my answer, but there were a couple of seconds before my voice responded, seemingly of its own accord, “Eight.” I guess my subconscious was thinking about it, while the rest of me was blanked out. Now, you might read that and think, how’s that possible if you’re only hypnotised at an eight out of ten? Surely you’d be more self-aware... I don’t know what to tell you, I guess eight is still pretty deep. If you’ve filled your glass of water 80% of the way, that’s still mostly full.

“Good girl,” he said, with the usual lovely effect. He started to pull me back up from trance: “Coming back up for me now... Three... two... one... awake.”

My eyes snapped open. I blinked hard, becoming fully aware of the position I was in for the first time, lying on the sofa as he stroked my head. “Hey,” I said with an amused smirk, “what am I doing down he-”

“Sleep,” he said suddenly.

It was like being hit between the eyes with a sledgehammer. A very nice sledgehammer that made me feel fantastic.

“Aaaah,” I groaned, eyes rolling shut, my surprise quickly fading as I sank back into trance.

I drifted in that wonderful ocean of thoughtlessness for what felt like an age, but was in fact no more than twenty seconds (I’ve since learned). Then I heard his voice again: “Three... two... one... awake.”

I opened my eyes, breathed in deeply, and shot him a look of confusion and annoyance. “What the fuck was that ab-”

“Sleep,” he interrupted again.

“Aaaah...” And back down I went.

“Three, two, one - awake.”

My eyes opened again, slower this time, as I didn’t feel quite the same jolt of energy that I had the previous times when he’d woken me up. I blinked them a couple of times, swallowed, and glared up at Richard again. “Wh-what are you do-”

“Sleep.”

“Ooh...”

You get the picture - he was fractionating me, otherwise known as bringing me in and out of trance rapidly to make me sink deeper and deeper. If you don’t want all the details feel free to skip the rest of this bit (I’ll stick a *** thingy at the end of it for your benefit), but I’m sure there are some people who’d like to read about me getting increasingly disoriented and frustrated as my boyfriend brings me up and down and up and down... I’m certainly enjoying reliving it!

So, he’d now brought me out and sent me down again thrice in rapid succession. As he woke me for the fourth time, my bratty side was determined to have no more of this bullshit. “R-right,” I spluttered, raising my forearms weakly as if to fend off a physical attack (rather pathetically, it has to be said). “Now, juh - just stop this for a mom-”

“Sleep,” he said yet again, smiling wickedly.

“Muhhh...”

“Three, two, one - awake.”

It was very hard to be defiant and bratty with only a few seconds of consciousness!

“S-stop it! Why are yuhhh...”

“Nuh... no - why’re you doing thihhh...”

“Wuh-wait, plehhh...”

“Uh... wha... nuhhh...”

You might be starting to see a pattern here - I soon lost the ability to form coherent words, as it became increasingly difficult to get myself fully awake each time.

Eventually we reached a point where he woke me up and I could barely even open my eyes. The more I tried to lift my eyelids, the more my eyeballs rolled. I was trying to force myself awake, but it was like dragging my brain through a river of treacle. Realising that Richard was waiting longer, giving me more time to rouse myself, I redoubled my efforts, but just as I finally managed to open my eyes completely and gaze expressionlessly, exhaustedly up at him, he said “Sleep” once again. I almost welcomed the sensation of my mind plummeting back down into oblivion as my eyes rolled back in my head like marbles on a countertop.

***

A voice came to me through the void. “Now, Alyssa, picture that scale from one to ten, and find that no matter how deep you are, the answers to my questions come easily. You see the answers to my questions on that scale, and they drift out of your mouth. So, how deep in trance are you?”

“Ten,” I whispered, without hesitation.

“How good do you feel?”

“Ten.”

“How blissful do you feel?”

“Ten.”

“How horny do you feel?”

“Ten.”

“How obedient do you feel?”

“Ten.”

“Very good girl.”

“Mmmmf...”

“You’re so deep now. So controlled, so aroused, so happy. It feels wonderful to be absolutely under my power. To have no control. You’re not in control, are you?”

“No.”

“That’s right. I’m in control of you. I command, and you obey. You’re so blank and peaceful, drifting mindlessly... But you find that even though you’re in this incredibly deep state, ten out of ten hypnotised, I can still awaken you. I can draw you back to zero, bringing you to full awareness, and then send you all the way back down to ten again. Because I’m in control, and you’re under my power. Isn’t that true?”

“Yeesss.”

“Brilliant. Good girl. Now, I’m going to count down from five, and you’ll feel awareness and energy slowly pouring back into you, until you awaken. Five, beginning to gradually come back up... Four, starting to awaken...”

Drawn by his words, I felt myself starting to rise from trance. My mind was still pretty empty, but I felt my body starting to shift and move slightly, and my eyelids starting to flutter.

“Three, taking a deep breath in... Two, and a big breath out... One, feeling so nearly... Awake.”

My eyes flickered open, rolling slightly, and I blinked hard and yawned as I became fully conscious of my surroundings and situation once more. I still felt tired, but that was understandable after I’d been so deep. Energy was coming back to me every second though. I looked up at my boyfriend and smiled sleepily.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he said, winking at me.

“Hi,” I sighed. “What was that all about? The sending me up and down? That was so mean!”

He laughed. “It’s called fractionation - it’s basically a way to get you even deeper into hypnosis. Which certainly seemed to work...”

“Yeah, I feel very... fractioned, or whatever,” I groaned, sitting up slowly. Part of my lion’s mane of hair fell in my face again, and I brushed it aside.

“Fractionated,” he corrected, chuckling, as I turned in my seat to face him again. “It’s usually pretty effective. And also, it’s super hot.”

“Sure, sure,” I nodded, giving him a look of combined exasperation and amusement. “You wouldn’t have done it otherwise.”

“Well, I’m sure you understand that I found a certain... appeal, in watching you getting repeatedly cut off in mid-sentence and sent back into trance. Only managing to get a few words out each time.” He was using that hypnotic, erotic voice again, damn him. “Finding it harder to come back out every time. Helpless to resist...”

It must have been a combination of being utterly focused on his words, and being enamoured with his description of my fractionation, that made me almost cum in that moment. I clamped one hand over my mouth and the other over my crotch, grasping myself through my shorts like I was trying to hold my orgasm in.

It’s probably worth noting that I was fully clothed at this point. I don’t know how you’ve been picturing me so far (and it’d be understandable that you’d be imagining me naked after I spent almost all of chapters 2-3 that way), but this evening I was wearing a white shirt - like a proper button-up smart shirt, but one that was so well-worn that it had fallen into my usual rotation of comfy clothes - and ripped denim shorts. Underneath I wore a bright red bra and matching panties. I would’ve worn fewer layers (no bra, for instance, like on Saturday), but I had to be fully (if casually) dressed while Pippa was here.

Richard raised an eyebrow as he watched me try to contain myself. “I take it that you enjoyed that mental image?” he said in his normal voice, sounding very amused.

“Sh-shut up,” I spluttered with an embarrassed smile, not meeting his eyes. “It’s not fair that you can just do that to me now.”

He grinned smugly. “Hey, AJ...”

I still wouldn’t look at him. Folding my arms, I defiantly turned to glare in the opposite direction to him.

“Hey, AJ. AJ. AJ.”

I continued to ignore him. After the free show I just gave him, no way was I going to make anything easy for him in the near future.

“My God, you’re such a brat. AJ. Look at me. Come on. I’ve got something important to tell you. AJ!”

Sighing, I finally looked round at him. “What do you wa-”

“Sleep,” he said, smiling that evil smile of his.

I didn’t even manage to make an unintelligible noise this time, just let out a quick breath as my eyes slammed shut and I slumped back in my chair, my arms unfolding and hanging down limply into my lap.

“Deeper and deeper... All the way back down to that incredible state of blissful blankness... Back to ten out of ten...”

And I was. I was right back where I was a moment ago, in an empty void within my own mind, adrift and peaceful, oblivious to absolutely everything except Richard’s voice. As I half-sat, half-lay there, he got up from the sofa and went round the back of it, standing directly behind me, staring down at my vacant, expressionless face. I didn’t notice his movement of course, but when I heard him speaking again it came from behind me - though this didn’t occur to me at the time. In this state, it seemed like his voice was right inside my mind, and at the same time surrounding my body.

He spoke to me again, his words sneaking past the goalie and scoring straight into my subconscious. I heard myself grunting and groaning responses to his questions and his instructions, but I had no idea what either of us were saying. I was adrift and helpless as he started to create a scenario in my mind - to alter my memories, just as he did on Saturday to make me wrongly believe that a whole day had passed since our first hypnosis session. But this time, that sexy son of a bitch was doing it on a grander scale - one that would change my perspective on the events of the past week, and prove once and for all just how powerful hypnosis actually was...

(By the way, if you ever happen to meet Richard, don’t tell him I called him a sexy son of a bitch.)

(Well, actually, you can mention the ‘son of a bitch’ part.)