“OK, so what is this actually supposed to do?” Jasmin giggled incredulously, as she sat on her sofa facing her friend.

Bird grinned. “You’ll find out! It’s really cool, trust me...”

She shrugged. She hadn’t seen him for a while - he’d moved away to pursue his acting career, and she’d been too busy with medical school to come and visit him. But he was back in town for the week, and she’d been delighted when he’d got in touch and suggested they hang out one night.

Bird had been one of her best friends for years now. Just a friend - she wasn’t attracted to him at all, other than a certain warmth she felt from their easy, amicable relationship. He had once asked her out early in their acquaintance, but she’d gently turned him down, and he hadn’t mentioned it again, so she assumed he was as content with their friendship as she was.

They’d planned to watch a film that evening, but first Bird had mentioned a ‘really cool’ trick that a friend had recently taught him. He claimed it was to do with the mind and how it could be focused, but wouldn’t say more - he said he wanted the outcome to be a surprise. Never one to turn down a surprise, Jasmin had agreed to go along with it.

“OK, take one of your hands and put it on your forehead,” he instructed her.

“Alright.” She placed her left palm flat on her forehead.

“And look upwards, like you’re staring at the centre of your palm through your head - like you’ve got X-ray vision.”

Jasmin looked up as far as she could go, rolling her eyes up into her head.

“And I’m going to count down from three, and when I get to zero, I want you to slowly close your eyes, still looking up at that spot on your hand. Three... two... one... zero.”

She let her eyelids sink shut, flickering a little on their way.

“And notice that little flicker, Jasmin, and how nice and relaxing it feels...”

Hmm. It actually did feel pretty good...

“And open your eyes again, and slide your hand up a little further, still following it with your eyes.”

She did so. Her vision was almost completely obscured by the inside of her own head now - only the barest periphery of her lower vision remained.

“And closing those eyes again in three, two, one... zero.”

Jasmin let out a little sigh of relaxation as her eyelids dropped shut. Her eyeballs still remained in place. With them raised so high, it was so hard to think - it was as if, with her eyes up in her head, there was no room for her mind...

“And open again, and slide your hand up just a little more, looking up as far as you can go...”

Her hand moving up almost to the top of her head, Jasmin looked up as far as she could go, rolling her eyes right up into her head. Now, even with her eyelids open, she could see nothing but darkness. Her head felt so empty...

“Good, feeling so relaxed as you stare up through your head, into the palm of your hand... And as I tap the back of your hand, your whole body goes limp, and you...” She felt the tap on her hand as he said, “Sleep.”

As her eyes slammed shut, Jasmin’s hand slid down over her face and fell to her side, and she toppled back onto the couch.

“Good girl, Jasmin. Sinking down into a wonderful, deep sleep, aware only of my voice, following my words, letting them sink deep into your mind...”

***

As Bird watched, Jasmin blinked awake, shook her long blonde hair out of her face and sat up, frowning. “Was that it? Did it work? I didn’t notice anything ‘cool’...”

“Huh. I guess it didn’t work this time,” he said with a shrug. “Sorry about that!”

“Eh, it’s OK. Shall I put the film on?” She got up from the sofa.

“Oh, before you do, could you get me a beer?” As she turned back to face him, he smiled and added, “Just to be a good friend.”

She’d been about to retort that he get it himself - after all, he knew where her fridge was - but stopped short, reconsidering. They had been good friends for many years, after all. Getting him a drink wasn’t any great hardship.

“Alright!” Jasmin smiled brightly and trotted off to the kitchen, soon returning with a can, which she even opened for him.

“Thanks, Jaz!” As he took the can, Bird grinned at the success of the hypnotic trigger. It was just a small test, but he was confident about how well it worked - particularly since she clearly didn’t remember going into trance.

As they started watching the film, he tested the water with a riskier suggestion. “Good friends shouldn’t have any secrets from one another, should they, Jasmin? No matter how embarrassing or scandalous they might be?”

“Sure,” she said with a nod, as if that was a perfectly reasonable idea.

“So, who was the last person you fucked?” he asked casually.

“This guy I met at the gym,” she replied with equal nonchalance. “Last month. We went out a few times, but it didn’t last. He didn’t want anything serious, which was OK. He was kind of a boring person - hot, and great in bed, but no personality at all...”

“How many times did you fuck?”

“Um... Twenty? Maybe thirty? I dunno, I lost count...”

Bird simply nodded, taking in this information and making note of Jasmin’s continued responsiveness to the trigger. So far, so suggestible.

He’d been waiting years for a chance to make her his - ever since she’d rejected him, he’d fantasised about the day she’d finally acquiesce. Thanks to the hypnotist he’d met a few months ago, that day was today.

Bird spent the rest of the evening using his hypnotic influence to mould Jasmin’s mind with simple phrases that completely reshaped her approach to life. He’d chosen ‘good friend’ as the trigger since those had been her words to him so many years ago - ‘I’d rather we just stayed good friends’... Well, now she was going to have a different idea of what that meant.

“A good friend should do as her friends tell her, and show them the utmost respect.”

“A good friend should wear whatever their friends suggest.”

“A good friend should call her friends ‘Master’, ‘Mistress’, or any other title they choose.”

“A good friend should be a willing, eager fuckdoll and fucking machine for her friends.”

These suggestions and concepts soon had Jasmin enthusiastically pulling out Bird’s cock, wrapping her lips around it as he continued to tell her how to behave in future.

“A good friend should always be horny and wet for her friends.”

“A good friend shouldn’t wear underwear, so she’s always accessible and ready for her friends to use her.”

“A good friend should never cum unless she’s given permission by her friends.”

She moaned, her impressionable brain absorbing and processing his words, as she took him deep in her throat.

Eventually he pulled her off his dick, and had her strip, revealing her gorgeous body to him at long last. At his behest, she got on all fours on the couch and spread her legs wide.

“Stick out your tongue, and roll your eyes,” he commanded her, as he slid his cock into her tight arsehole. “Bark like a dog every four or five times I thrust inside you.”

“Yes, Master,” she said meekly, adopting a perfect ahegao face. Then, a few moments later - “Arf!”

“A good friend tells all her friends how easy she is, and invites them to fuck her whenever they like.”

“Ruff!”

“A good friend takes slutty selfies and films herself edging, and sends them to all her friends.”

“Arf! Arf!”

“A good friend shares all her sexual anecdotes with her friends. A good friend gets more and more turned on the more slutty stories, photos and videos she shares.”

“Ruff, ruff!”

“A good friend enjoys being degraded - she knows that when her friends call her a stupid slut, or an easy slavegirl, or a worthless cum bucket, they’re showing how much they appreciate her friendship.”

Jasmin seemed to like that one. “Awooo,” she whimpered happily.

“When I tell you to cum, you dumb whore, you can, long and hard - barking the whole time.”

He continued to fuck her from behind for a little longer, until he was right on the edge. He could tell she was, too.

“Cum now!”

“Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf!” she howled, thrusting her arse manically around his dick. “Arf, arf, arf, arf...” At the sound of her continuous yapping and howling, he had his own release, filling her hole with his cum.

***

Before leaving for the night, Bird handed Jasmin a chunky collar to wear, as well as a dog tag that read ‘Jazzie’ - her new name, he told her. He also suggested a few sexy outfits she could wear for selfies to send to him and her other friends, like a puppy costume or a maidservant’s uniform. She readily agreed, of course.

He cradled her face in his hands, enjoying the sight of her normally fiercely intelligent eyes having turned glassy and dull from the effects of the hypnotic trigger.

“A good friend doesn’t bother thinking,” he told her. “She knows she doesn’t need to. A good friend only wants to please her friends - she only exists to please her friends. That’s all she’s good for. Her only worth comes from satisfying the needs and desires of her friends...”

Jazzie smiled dreamily. “Yes, Master. Thank you so much for making me see everything so clearly! I’m going to drop out of medical school, get some easy job that’s better for a worthless bimbo like me, and just spend all my time being an obedient whore for all my friends.” She winked at him. “Especially you!”

Bird was very pleased with how the evening had gone. He’d been confident he could manipulate Jasmin’s mind - smart, she may have been, but she was also quite gullible and suggestible. Nonetheless, the hypnosis had worked even more easily than he’d expected. He wondered if, deep down, she’d already been a dumb slut, and he’d just unlocked that side of her.

As he left, Jazzie hugged him - still naked, pressing her shapely boobs against his chest - and thanked him once again. “You’ve helped me so much tonight!” she beamed.

He grinned back at her. “Like good friends should.”