I gazed, enraptured, into the hypnotic, honey-hazel eyes before me, glittering almost golden in the light. I’d never seen eyes so stunning.

“That’s it,” Sir’s soothing voice reverberated around me. “Keep looking, deeper and deeper. You can’t look away. You don’t want to look away...”

Wow, he was so right. I probably couldn’t have looked away if I wanted to, but that was academic - I didn’t want to. Not for an instant. Not for even the split second it took to blink my own eyes.

I felt drool trickle over my lower lip and down my chin. I probably looked profoundly stupid, but I couldn’t think about that, or anything else really. If I could, I’d only be thinking about those irresistible irises.

“Keep staring. Keep sinking. Keep surrendering.”

Sir spoke from somewhere above and behind me, towering over me as I stared, spellbound, into the eyes before me.

Ruth’s eyes.

Ruth, my colleague of half a decade, who’d been my teaching assistant for the past year.

Ruth, my trusted friend and confidante, with whom I’d had a platonic relationship until fairly recently.

Ruth, who was, like me, kneeling naked on the carpet, staring back at me, just as transfixed.

Sir had also been one of my TAs this year - new to the school, and to a career in education, he had developed a close rapport with me and Ruth very quickly. We were an effective team, working together to keep the class running under my direction. But outside of work, we’d gradually developed into a different kind of team - one which was unequivocally led by Sir.

Ruth left at the end of the academic year, after getting a generous job offer she couldn’t refuse, but we’d all promised to keep getting together and doing fun activities. Naturally, the very first time we’d met up since then, this was the activity we’d collectively chosen. (Either that, or Sir had chosen for us, which amounted to the same thing.)

I couldn’t remember when we’d stripped nude and sunk to the floor. I couldn’t piece together in my empty mind whether we’d undressed of our own accord, or been compelled to by Sir. Did he hypnotise us as soon as we arrived, to get us in this position - or were we such good girls that we just did as he asked without question, and now we were becoming entranced, for the first time today?

It didn’t matter much. I didn’t care about the answer. All I was really wondering was how I’d never noticed how beautiful my friend’s eyes were.

Whether by instinct, subconscious compulsion, or a direct command from Sir, I couldn’t possibly say - but my hand found its way between my legs and began to keenly caress my cunt. I couldn’t help myself. Ruth’s eyes were so alluring, so enchanting, I just had to masturbate to the sight of them. It felt wrong not to.

Apparently my eyes were equally exciting, because Ruth was rigorously rubbing herself too, more than a hint of longing in her gleaming gaze. Ruth, who was as supposedly straight as I am, aside from some brief experimentation in her late teens. Since we willingly fell under Sir’s spell, we’ve both discovered that sexuality is more complicated than we realised... and at the same time, much more simple. Nowadays, we’re whatever Sir tells us we are at any given moment. Invariably, whenever he hypnotises us together, we are both gay as fuck.

A part of me wanted to glance down and admire her supple skin, her shapely curves, and her hefty, heavenly tits. But that desire was drowned out by my lust for her eyes, which held me helpless, her golden irises captivating me while my thoughts drained into her dark pupils. The knowledge that my own stare was having the same effect on her was only bringing me to the brink even more quickly.

I was already turned on enough from our bare bodies being in such immediate proximity, and now the parallel playing-with-ourselves was rapidly taking me the rest of the way. We were kneeling so close together that our legs were interlocked, and my knee was between her legs, and hers was between mine, and I was getting my wetness on her thigh, and I could feel hers on mine, her hand brushing my leg as she relentlessly fingered herself...

There was the edge... and there I stayed. I couldn’t go any further. I couldn’t go past the brink, and neither could Ruth. Sir hadn’t allowed us yet. He hadn’t given us the trigger.

Our breaths came short and sharp, heating each other’s faces. We were leaning even closer to one another, our foreheads centimetres apart. Our entire field of vision, our entire world, was filled with each other’s eyes.

I made a pitiful pleading noise, unable to articulate my longing in my mindless state. Ruth released a similar sound at almost the same time.

“Aw, poor girls,” Sir teased, his footsteps on the carpet audible as he circled around his kneeling slaves. “So needy and desperate... I’d tell you to use your words, but I doubt either of you could find your words right now.”

That was accurate. I grunted powerlessly, grinding my pussy on Ruth’s thigh, thrusting my own leg against her crotch, to which she gave a startled gasp and humped me in return.

“I’d draw this out a while longer, just to torture you... but truth be told, you’re both so adorable, especially when you’re together, that I just can’t say no to you. So who’s really in charge here, I wonder...?” he mused, chuckling over our faint whimpers, as he slowed to a stop next to us.

He gently laid his hands on the backs of our heads. And with a high-pitched, quavering cry from me, and a guttural, clamorous moan from Ruth, we came, hard, soaking each other’s thighs as we stared into each other’s eyes, while he towered over us and cradled our heads, softly stroking our hair. Sir’s touch being our trigger, the climax persisted as long as the headpats did, the pair of us squirming and squealing and manically riding one another’s legs as our orgasms went on and on and on.

Finally, he grasped our hair and gently tugged us sideways, each in a different direction. I toppled to my left, landing with a thud on the carpet, and lay there panting and drooling dazedly. Within moments, though, Sir’s words were guiding me to shift around until my eyes landed on a part of Ruth even more enthralling than her eyes.

Unable to stop myself even if I wanted to (and not a single atom of me did), I inched sideways and straddled her torso, thrusting my face into her juicy pussy. As I began to hungrily lick and suck, I felt her respond in kind, apparently as enamoured of my cunt as I was of hers, her agile tongue working me up towards another orgasm with impressive speed.

Heartfelt moans echoed through the room as I lay atop my supine friend, the pair of us writhing and pawing at one another as we voraciously ate each other out. We had neither the will nor the wish to stop - we were waiting for Sir’s rewarding touch, so we could release a final burst of flavour into each other’s mouths.