“Honey, I’m home,” Sabrina cried, dramatically flinging the apartment door open and prancing through, her loose blonde hair flying about her shoulders.

Her roommate Phil, who was sitting on one end of the couch in their living room, looked up from his phone and smiled. “Someone’s in a good mood!”

“You would be too, if you’d spent the afternoon squishing a cute little hypno sub.” Closing the door, she dropped her indigo handbag on the floor and came over to perch on the couch’s arm, on the other side from Phil. “God, it was fun.”

“Seems like you guys always have a good time,” Phil noted, swivelling in his seat to face her more directly.

“Oh, we do,” she said with a grin. “Irene goes down so easily, and they look so fucking stunning with their blank eyes and their slack mouth...” Closing her eyes to savour the memory, she absently pawed at one of her boobs through her spangly silver top. “They’re so responsive, and the suggestions always play out really well. I dunno if it’s my incredible hypnotic talents that make our sessions such a success, or if they’re just unbelievably easy to entrance and control. Or both. Yeah, let’s say both,” she chuckled.

He smirked, his eyebrows inching upwards. “But you’re not bragging about it, so that’s OK.”

“Hey, if I can’t brag about this, when can I? I just mind-controlled a cute enby and made them fuck themself, and me, for almost three hours. I can do anything!”

They both laughed. “OK, so c’mon, share the highlights,” he urged her. “Show and tell.”

“Oh well, I started with an oldie but a goodie - oblivious stripping,” Sabrina said eagerly, as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her tight black jeans and tugged them down past her hips. “Love that. You can’t imagine what it’s like, watching someone strip half-naked and sit there showing off their pussy to you...”

As Phil watched, his friend and roommate pulled her pants and panties off one ankle and carelessly threw them aside, and then slid off the armrest onto the couch cushion, sitting side-on so she was facing him. She propped one leg up against the back of the chair, and planted her other foot on the carpet. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” he remarked wryly.

Sabrina blinked, looking confused for a moment, and then glanced down between her spread legs. “What, this?” She pointed down at her exposed cunt, shooting him a quizzical glance. “This doesn’t have anything to do with that...”

He shrugged. “I mean, you did just do the exact same thing you made Irene do.”

“No, it’s not the same thing,” she insisted, hands gesticulating wildly as she tried to make her point. “I did this of my own accord. Irene was hypnotised - they had no clue they were even doing it. Not til the end, when I let them remember everything...” She giggled. “They made some very cute noises when it all came back to them...!”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Sab, if you say so. What happened next?”

“Well, I kept up the obliviousness, had them pull their shirt up and flash their tits at me.”

Phil shot her a bemused glance. “Why have them sit there showing off their pussy, but just flash their tits? Why not make ’em strip all the way?”

“I dunno. Because it’s funny?” She shrugged and sniggered, even as she pulled up her own top to flash her boobs at him, winking lasciviously as she did so.

“I see,” he nodded. “And, uh, why are you doing it?”

“Same reason. And because I love my body, and I love showing it off.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “You complaining?”

“Definitely not,” he chuckled, his eyes flicking down from her smirking face, to her ripe pink slit, to her luscious tits as she briefly displayed them again. A little shudder went through her as she felt his gaze on her body. Fuck, she loved being seen naked...

“S-so anyway,” she stammered slightly, “I had her say some mindless mantras, because that’s always great. You know the kinda thing - ‘I’m a horny little slut’, ‘I’m an obedient toy’, ‘being hypnotised makes me horny, being horny makes me hypnotised’. The good shit.” She licked her lips, remembering Irene kneeling and chanting those words, gazing vacantly at the ceiling, their fingers burrowing between their legs. “Such a silly, weak-minded little plaything,” she sniggered, her own hand inching towards her cunt.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Maybe they are... but what are you?”

“I’m a horny little slut.”

He gave her a pointed look. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, her fingertips beginning to circle around her clit. “I mean, I would’ve thought that was obvious.”

“What, that you’re... Sorry - what are you?”

“I’m a horny little slut,” she said again, just as matter-of-factly as she had the first time. “And proud of it. I mean, why should I hide it? Society’s so repressive and prudish, and no-one actually feels any better for it. I just spent the afternoon with a hypnotised enby’s head between my legs, and now I’m half-naked and playing with myself on my living room couch next to my roommate. Feels awesome. Ten outta ten, would recommend. So sue me for living the dream,” she concluded with a light laugh, reaching out with a foot and playfully prodding his leg.

“Oh, I’m not judging by any means,” he chortled. “I agree, it’s awesome that you’re so... liberated. But don’t you think it’s kinda hypocritical to make fun of Irene for doing exactly what you’re doing right now?”

“Maybe a little...” She shrugged again. “But again - I’m doing it because I feel like it; they did it because I compelled them to. I may be a little bit of a hypocrite... but at least I’m not a hypnocrite.”

He spluttered with mirth. “A - a hypnocrite, huh? What’s one of those?”

“Someone who protests that they’re not hypnotised when all evidence indicates they are,” Sabrina grinned, sliding her middle finger in and out of her cunt. “It’s a very well-known word, have you not heard of it before?”

“Musta missed that day in English class,” he tittered. “Any other highlights?”

“Well... I guess the other best part was having a normal conversation with them, but whenever I showed them my pussy they started to mindlessly pleasure me,” she sniggered. “I - was naked from the waist down then too, and I covered myself with a pillow, but I kept moving it aside, and they kept getting drawn into the Venus flytrap.” As her roommate chuckled at her choice of words, she slipped another finger into the ‘flytrap’, letting out an ecstatic gasp as she thrust her digits back and forth inside herself.

“Man, that sounds like fun,” he said wistfully, tugging the front of his shorts down. His girthy cock sprang free, holding Sabrina’s gaze as it waved in the air. “It must be great to have a hypnotised fucktoy you can use to get you off whenever you feel like,” he commented, as she slid off the couch and onto her knees, crawling between his legs.

“Well, you don’t need one - you’ve got a slutty roommate,” she pointed out with a cheeky wink, reaching up to wrap her fingers around his shaft. It was so long and thick that she needed both hands, so she reluctantly stopped fucking herself in order to do so.

“I know, right? Stroke of luck...” He let out a shaky breath, his eyes rolling back as she began to caress his throbbing phallus. “So... so is this how Irene started, with a handjob?”

“Oh yeah, they fingered me but good. After a few flashes though, they got down on the floor and used their tongue instead...” Sabrina panted with lust as she vividly recalled riding her mesmerised sub’s face less than an hour ago. “They made me so fucking wet, I almost got ’em a raincoat,” she sniggered.

“H-how many times did y-you... did they m-make you cum?” Phil gasped, writhing helplessly at her ministrations.

“I lost count after seven,” she sighed happily. “Good thing I’ve got a lot of stamina. Comes with being a horny little slut, I suppose...” As if to punctuate her words, she lowered one hand away from his cock, leaned forwards, and slid her lips over the end, beginning to deftly, tenderly fellate him. Her freed hand snuck back down between her legs, while the other hand continued to prop up his dick, holding it steady, gently massaging his foreskin with her fingertips, as her lips and tongue slurped along his length.

“N-not sure I’ve got seven in me, S-Sab,” he stammered.

She let her hand fall away from his shaft as she sped up, not needing to hold it in place any more with the velocity of her bobbing head keeping it stable. She made continual involuntary gluk sounds as his tip prodded the back of her throat, but she endured, her gag reflex as well-trained as a rampant whore’s should be. Soon, with a cacophonous cry, he filled her mouth to the brim with a torrent of his seed. She swallowed every last drop, and sucked his softening but still sizeable dick clean.

Jumping to her feet without bothering to finish herself off (just yet), she returned to her seat, flirting her bare ass at Phil as she did so. “That was fantastic,” he said gratefully.

“Thanks, dude,” she grinned as she sat down, limbs casually splayed out once more. “Always happy to be of service.”

“And we all know why that is,” he snickered, sitting up straight and tucking his meat away. “What are you?”

“I’m a horny little slut,” she said, smiling sweetly. She wasn’t sure why he needed to hear it again at this point - she’d thought it was abundantly clear - but she did kinda like saying it.

“And to be clear, that’s all of your own free will? You haven’t been hypnotised?”

She gave him a perplexed look. “No, not at all. I’m the hypnotiser, not the hypnotisee!”

“So you’re just happy to be my personal blowjob dispenser?”

“Yeah!” She shook her head in bewilderment. “C’mon, dude, you know I’m far too strong-willed to be hypnotised. I know I’m doing all the same things I made Irene do, but they made it look so fun, I can’t help myself. I’m not hypnotised - I’m just a horny little slut!”

“OK, OK, fair enough,” he grinned, once again raising his hands in a placatory gesture. “And who am I?”

“You’re my Owner. My mind and body belong to you.”

It took her brain a few seconds to catch up with what she’d just said. When it did, her smile faded, her playful energy dissipating to be replaced by confusion. Why - why did she just say that...? That - that didn’t make sense - unless - unless she was...

“Oh,” she whispered, after a long silence.

Slowly, so very slowly, she raised her hands and covered her face with them, her cheeks burning.

“Oh,” she whimpered again.

“All becoming clear now, huh, Sabby?” Phil teased. She made an incoherent noise into her palms. “Part the veil,” he added.

The blanks in her mind, that she’d only just realised were there and had her suspicions about what used to fill them, were abruptly filled in. She let her hands drop into her lap and grinned ruefully. “Yup. Yep, I’m a total hypnocrite!!”

Phil barked with laughter. “It seems so! And who am I?” he asked again.

“You’re my Owner,” she found herself reiterating. “My mind and body belong to you.” She gave a world-weary sigh, her smile spread as wide as her legs. “I hate you,” she murmured.

“Hey, I just wanted to have as much fun with you as you did with Irene,” he chuckled, reaching out and brushing some hair out of her face. “Besides, you always have such a big ego boost after you’ve been playing with them - it’s fun to take you down a few pegs.”

“More than a few,” the flustered switch giggled. “All the pegs, all of them. Not even sure I’m on the bottom peg, I’m lower than that...”

“Gee, I’d love to believe that, but I don’t think you’ve fallen all that way just yet,” he noted, stroking her behind her ear, making her squirm gently. “But the night’s still young. Plenty of time to squish your mind even more, my sweet, subby Sabby.”

She stared back at her Owner, her eyes wide as saucers.

“Fuck,” Sabby mumbled, and surrendered her weak will to his desires.