Throughout the day, I could not stop thinking about last night. How the hell was I supposed to get on with real life stuff after that?! Extremely distractedly, that’s how. Luckily I didn’t have all that much to do - I’d wrapped filming the movie, and wasn’t back at my part-time job (as a receptionist at a rehab clinic) for another two days. Frankly, if I didn’t have to buy groceries, and if I hadn’t agreed to have lunch with my roommate, I probably wouldn’t have bothered coming home at all.

As it was, I did as much research into hypnosis as I could, reading a bunch of websites and articles online that gave me a pretty good foundation of knowledge on the subject. And I took any opportunity to message Richard and Alyssa, pestering them with more questions about their hypno-kinky lifestyle. They graciously - eagerly - answered every single query, often in detail. (Although AJ abruptly stopped seeing or responding to my messages in the early afternoon, for reasons that will rapidly become apparent.) And the more they told me, the more eager I was to see AJ being triggered and manipulated again - and the more keen I was on the idea of being hypnotised myself. My mind kept drifting back to the fantasy of being a frozen object, stiff and rigid - God, that image made me so wet...

By the time I was making my way back to their apartment that evening, I knew a great deal more about what they got up to. They’d told me about the ‘bound’ trigger, with which Richard could pin any of Alyssa’s body parts in place, keep any memory from her reach, or even take away her entire mind and make her blank and vacant. They’d informed me of the loop trigger, where she mindlessly repeats the last thing she said or did. Even without Danielle in her head, AJ’s so easy to hypnotise and control, and she’s been ‘programmed’ with such a wide variety of triggers and suggestions.

One such suggestion was already being played out when I arrived at their place. As Alyssa pulled the door open, I took one look at her and burst into hysterical laughter.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she said with a long-suffering smile. “Get it all out of your system...”

“Oh. My. God!” I spluttered, practically leaping inside. “You look so cute...”

“Shuddup,” she muttered, hiding her blushing face in one hand as the other swung the door shut.

“Why the hell are you wearing that? I mean, I’m guessing - is it a hypnosis thing?”

“Uh, yeah - I wouldn’t wear this of my own free will! We left the living room in kind of a mess last night, so I wanted to clean the place up. But, uh...” Alyssa’s cheeks grew redder by the second. “When I wanna clean... I put this on.”

She couldn’t maintain eye contact with me, the poor thing was so embarrassed. Instead she looked down at herself defeatedly, gazing at the black dress with white frills on the hem and sleeves, the little light silver apron over her skirt, the gleaming black high heels... And with her head lowered, I got a better look of the hairband she wore, with a doily attached that floated in the air with every tiny movement she made.

So on top of the truckload of new kinks I’d acquired the previous night, I now suddenly had a French maid fetish too!

I reached out and lovingly stroked her uniform, running my fingers over the soft black fabric. “Get off,” she giggled.

“So he made you want to wear this when you were cleaning today?” I asked, as my fingers traced up her bare arms to her short puffy sleeves, which reached no further than her shoulders.

“Oh, if only it were that simple,” she sighed, shivering at my touch. “This isn’t the first time I’ve worn it - over the past few weeks, he’s conditioned me to want to wear it any time I clean. I tried to fight it today, because I knew you’d be coming over, and I knew he wouldn’t let me take it off - I can’t without his permission... But when I started cleaning without it, I felt so uncomfortable in my normal clothes that I was running off to get this fucking outfit within a minute.”

“That’s... wicked,” I laughed, stepping back to fully admire her again. “Props to Richard - you look damn sexy... I’ve been here two minutes and I’m already so turned on...”

As my eyes roamed over her, she whimpered and squirmed, biting her lip and clutching at her skirt. I smiled wryly. “You too, huh?”

“I can’t help it, Jel,” she whined. “I’m being controlled and humiliated, it’s my horny fuel!”

“Surprised you got any cleaning done at all,” I giggled. “I’d’ve thought you’d just sit around fingerin’ yourself all day!”

“Would that I could,” AJ fumed.

I frowned. “Why can’t you?”

“Part of the suggestion,” she said through gritted teeth. “Good maids don’t play with themselves, apparently.” Eep. Now that was an exciting thing to say! “Y’know I told you the mental bondage trigger can make me unable to move things, or think things?” she explained further. “It’s kinda like that, but more complex - my hands work fine when I’m cleaning, but they won’t co-operate when I try to make them touch. I can’t grope my tits through my dress, and I can’t reach under my skirt...”

“Oh noooo,” was all I could think to say - half-mockingly, half-genuinely sympathetically! “That is so blushy! No wonder you’re such a flustered mess right now...”

Alyssa cast her eyes downward out of embarrassment again. “Wanna know the worst part? If I could touch myself, there wouldn’t be any obstacles in the way...”

My eyes widened. “Hold on - you’re not wearing any -”

“Not part of the costume,” she said with an exasperated smile.

Now, adventurous I may be, but I’m not the most dominant girl in the world - particularly when confronted with a force of personality like Alyssa Johnson. But if I can’t make fun of her when she’s in such a powerless, vulnerable state, then what hope is there for me? I might as well just sign myself over to her as her legal property right now. (Wait, that doesn’t sound so bad! Anyway...)

“So, you’re super accessible right now...” I said in my most provocatively sexual voice.

“Mmm,” she sighed, relishing my erotic tone. (Or so I choose to believe. She might’ve just been making a horny noise.) “For all the good it does me. The best I can do is scrunch my skirt up in my hands, which...” She flapped her hands in the air to indicate uselessness. “That’s nothing, that does nothing.”

I snorted with laughter. “Poor thing,” I teased. “Open to the elements, and you can’t take advantage of it, huh? So close, yet so far...”

“Stoooopp,” she giggled helplessly. “Wish I never went out with you... Now I’m dating two bullies!”

As I sniggered, she was struck with a sudden thought - her eyes lit up, and she gave me a naughty smile. “But wait - I can’t touch, but there’s nothing to stop you!”

I smiled eagerly. “Really? I thought we weren’t allowed to do sexy stuff if Richard’s not here...”

“He’s only in the kitchen, it doesn’t count. C’mon, quickly...” She grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted it up, exposing her pussy. Sure enough, it was bare - and glistening. She shot me a commanding look. “Get your hand down there, Jelly - now!”

Giggling like a schoolgirl, I reached down and teased my middle finger along her dripping wet slit.

She let out a moan, leaning forwards and pressing more of herself onto my finger, her own hands still holding her skirt up high. “Ohhhh, ffffuck yes, Jel - harder...” I obliged, adding more fingers, rubbing with vigour. “Uhh, yeah,” she whimpered, “right there, fuck, do it, yeah - uhhh, fuck, hnngh -”

“Ahem,” a familiar amused voice said in the near distance.

I snatched my hand away from Alyssa’s pussy - prompting a whine of frustration from her - and turned to see Richard in the kitchen doorway, holding a glass of cider, smirking.

“Sorry,” I blurted, feeling absurdly ashamed despite his apparent lack of annoyance at us.

He gave AJ a pointed look.

“Y’know what, I’m not even gonna apologise,” she sighed, grinning defiantly at him. “I got what I wanted...”

“Well, you can’t mean that you came, because you didn’t have permission,” he mused, starting to walk towards us. “All that could have achieved, was to work you up even more.” She let out an involuntary moan, as if in agreement. “So I think what you actually wanted was for me to catch you in the act!”

I had to admit, the evidence supported that. The horny noises she made as I fingered her weren’t exactly subtle!

(A brief sidebar, because I realise the ‘not allowed to do sexy stuff’ statement makes Richard sound a little controlling - in the not so good way. We were still operating under the premise established when I started dating them - that all three of us had to be present for amorous activity, so it didn’t feel like anyone was cheating. But after six weeks effectively developing into a throuple, these ‘restrictions’ were relaxing. We had a proper conversation about it, I think the next day or the day after, where Richard basically said he wasn’t bothered about us doing stuff without him... Well, he was a little bit, because he gets FOMO! The point is, any two of us could fuck without the third present from here on out. Woohoo!)

Richard put his arm around Alyssa and gave her a squeeze as she mumbled incoherent protests. Then he turned to me. “Evening, Jelly,” he beamed, stepping close and putting his hands on my waist.

“Hey you,” I replied with a warm smile, wrapping my arms round his back as I kissed him, his beard hair tickling my face.

AJ pouted at me as Richard and I broke apart. “Where was my hello kiss?”

I threw up my hands in a ‘what?’ gesture. “I just rubbed your cunt, was that not enough?”

As Richard gave his signature belly laugh, Alyssa stomped her foot, which looked a lot less intimidating and a lot more adorable than she might’ve hoped. “I’ll have you know that I have a pussy, madam, not a cunt! And I’ll thank you to call it such!”

“Never heard anyone call it ‘such’ before,” Richard joked, getting two heartfelt groans in response.

Not wanting her to feel left out, I stepped towards AJ again and gave her a tender kiss on the lips, leaving her smiling broadly as I drew away.

“So, newcomer’s choice,” Richard said. “What d’you want to do tonight, Jel? D’you want to keep messing with AJ, use more of her triggers?”

“As extremely fun as that sounds...” I hesitated, mustering the confidence to say what I was about to say. Even I was nervous of doing something like this - but nonetheless my curiosity defeated my caution, as usual. “I’d like to try hypnosis for myself, see if you can put me under.”

Both pairs of eyes lit up. Richard grinned broadly. Alyssa clapped her hands delightedly. “This is gonna be so much fun!”

“It should definitely be interesting, whatever happens,” he said, trying to give a more reserved reaction - although I suspected he was just as excited as our girlfriend, if not more. “Alyssa, could you go and get us all glasses of water, please?”

“Oui, monsieur,” she replied in a delicate French accent, and curtsied, holding each side of her skirt between finger and thumb. As she straightened up, she seemed to realise what she just did, and glared at our boyfriend, who just smiled back at her.

As she walked past us, grumbling under her breath, he put out an arm in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. With his other hand, he lifted up the back of her skirt to show me her bare ass. After looking to him for permission, and receiving a nod, I groped each butt cheek eagerly. Alyssa whimpered helplessly. Lowering his arm, he let her trot onwards to the kitchen.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you,” she muttered loudly as she left, to our amusement.

“I hope you don’t mind me ‘ordering for you’, by the way,” he chuckled as he and I went to sit down. “I know we were all drinking booze last night, but water’s usually better if you’re being hypnotised for the first time. Alcohol interferes with your concentration.”

“I yield to your expertise,” I said lightly, sitting down on the couch.

He grinned at me from his armchair. “I do have the nessilised spowledge.” (He has a habit of doing these spoonerisms, switching the starts of words around for a laugh. We’d known each other for a month and a half, and I’d already grown accustomed to it.) I smiled and rolled my eyes good-naturedly in response.

He started out by trying this suggestibility test - I held up my hands together in front of me and extended my index fingers upwards, and he told me to imagine magnets on each fingertip, pulling them closer together. (You may remember this was the very first thing he tried with Alyssa, back when they started exploring hypnosis.) “Picture those magnets attracting one another, pulling together,” he told me - and sure enough, as I watched in astonishment, my fingers started to inch closer to each other of their own accord. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as they pulled together. It felt automatic, unstoppable, as if I had no say in the matter. And once they met, they were held in place by the magnets, unable to separate, remaining pressed together for several long seconds, until Richard snapped his fingers and told me the magnetic force was gone - and, instantly, it was.

I stared at my separated fingers, mouth agape. That had worked so easily! He’d convinced my brain, in about a minute, that my fingers really were bound together, and that I couldn’t pull them apart. I shivered with excitement and trepidation at the thought of how powerful hypnosis could be. (I mean, I’d already seen its effects on Alyssa, but experiencing it myself - even with that little test - was another matter.)

AJ had returned in time to see the tail end of the suggestibility test, carrying three full glasses of water on a black tray, which she set down on the coffee table before going to sit in the armchair opposite Richard. Watching me, she beamed broadly. “Well, that’s encouraging!” she remarked. “I think that even worked better than when I did it...”

I shivered again at the implication that I might be an even better hypnosis subject than her.

“So far so good,” Richard agreed. “Want to go ahead and try an induction?”

I smiled at him. “Sure, let’s give it a shot!”

“Great! OK, make yourself comfortable, lie down if you like. I had some time to write a proper induction - it’s nature-themed...”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that!” Taking a gulp of my water, I lay back on the couch, head resting on the armrest nearest to Richard (so he was off to my left, while Alyssa was to the left of my feet, easily visible to me).

“I did a version that’s just, like, pure relaxation vibes - and then, I also wrote one that starts to segue into more erotic ideas and suggestions later on.” He raised an eyebrow. “Which would you like to try?”

I shrugged. “Why not try the erotic one? We’re gonna get sexy tonight anyway, aren’t we?”

He laughed. “Fair enough. And you still remember the safewords?” I nodded - they’d told me on our first date that they used ‘lime’, ‘lemon’ and ‘beetroot’. I’d agreed to use the same, because why confuse matters? “Good. You’ll be able to use them whenever you need to, no matter how deep into trance you are. Think of them as a safety feature, to protect you even if you get so entranced you don’t know which way is up any more. Alyssa, if you don’t calm down I’m sending you out of the room!”

AJ was practically bouncing up and down in her chair, more and more excited by the prospect of seeing me hypnotised. She blushed and made an effort to compose herself at his admonishment (which he delivered with a smile, to take the sting out of it).

“OK, Jelly,” he continued. “If you like, you can stare at a point above you, though you may find that as the induction goes on your eyelids will get relaxed and want to close. Or you can shut them now - whichever you’d prefer.” His voice had already begun to shift into a deeper, slower, more measured tone - the ‘hypno-voice’ I’d heard him use on Alyssa the previous night. It sure was relaxing, and reassuring, and authoritative - it gave him an air of trustworthiness, wisdom, and power.

I decided to keep my eyes open - I didn’t want to risk falling asleep by accident - and fixed my gaze on a spot directly above me.

“Very good. I’d like you to imagine a forest clearing, Jelly. All around you are tall trees, leaves all different shades of green, reaching up into a bright blue sky, clear except for a few small clouds. It’s a pleasant spring day, and the sun is shining down on you warmly.”

Although my eyes were on a cream ceiling, in my mind’s eye I could clearly picture what he was describing. I could imagine the tall trees, the blue sky, the little puffs of cloud... I was even beginning to feel the sunlight warming my skin.

“There’s a light breeze stirring the trees, the branches swaying gently,” Richard carried on. “There’s no-one else around, not for miles and miles. You have this beautiful clearing all to yourself...”

I smiled a little. I could see myself in this picturesque scene, alone in the most tranquil of environments.

“And a little way in front of you, you see an enormous tree. It towers over you, and its thick roots are spread across the forest floor.”

I could see the tree he was describing. It was easily three times as wide as its neighbours, and reached so high I couldn’t see the top.

“It’s sitting on a slight incline, and the roots have formed a person-sized nook. And you can see that the nook, on that grassy incline, is the perfect shape for a seat, or a bed.”

Yes, there it was - a gap in amongst the web of roots, large enough for someone to lie in.

“It’d be so comfortable to sit or lie there.”

It did look cosy.

“And so you go over and settle down in the nook.”

I didn’t need to be told twice - in this bright, warm fantasy in my mind, I trotted across the clearing and lowered myself into the embrace of the roots, lying down on my back on the little incline, leaning against the tree, my arms crossed over my chest.

“And your body fits almost perfectly.”

It did - it was as if the bank and the roots had been perfectly moulded to my shape.

“The grass is so soft beneath you. The ground is like a warm mattress. The roots are soft and pliable, not hard and unyielding like you might think.”

Mmmm. The ground, the grass, the roots - they felt softer, more comfortable, more relaxing, than any bed.

“It’s easy to settle down. It’s easy to get comfortable. It’s easy to relax in this cosy little nook. Isn’t that right?”

It took me a moment to realise Richard had asked me a question. “Uh huh,” I sighed, still mentally tucked in that cosy tree nook, still physically lying flat on the couch staring up at the ceiling.

“Good girl, Jelly. And you just lie there, nestled up next to this tree, and gaze up at the gently swaying branches, and listen to the noises of the forest. The cheeps of nearby birds. The rustling of the leaves in the breeze. The faint gurgle of a flowing river in the distance.

“And as you listen to these sounds, you grow more and more peaceful. More and more relaxed. More and more dreamy. And as you watch the branches drift back and forth above you, you grow more and more dazed. More and more spacey. More and more entranced.

“Do you notice yourself getting relaxed and spacey?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled. My vision was now totally unfocused, my eyelids drooping.

“Good girl. And you feel the roots beneath you. Behind your head. Beneath your legs. Under your back. Like they’re surrounding you, wrapping around you, holding you snugly. But that’s even more comfortable. They’re not tight, not restrictive - they’re just giving you a hug, keeping you warm and cosy, like a blanket. Making you even more relaxed... Aren’t they?”

“Yeah...” They felt so nice, wrapped around my arms, my torso, my legs, holding me steady.

“Good girl. Safe and secure. No-one to find you. No-one to disturb you. You can stay here as long as you like, and enjoy how this feels. So deeply relaxed now, listening to the birds and the breeze, watching the wavy branches, warm and safe in the tree’s embrace.

“And you drift down. Sinking into a blissful state. Lulled into a trance by the peaceful forest. And your eyes feel so tired, your eyelids so heavy, and you can let them slowly start to sink shut, as your body relaxes so completely. Following my words, as they continue to guide you...”

My eyes were almost shut anyway, at least in the real world. Now, though, they began to close in my forest fantasy too.

“And as I count down from five, you find yourself going to sleep, so calm and contented. Five. Surrounded by relaxing sounds... Four. So happy and relaxed... Three. So peaceful and mindless... Two. Sinking deep... One. Sleep.”

And I slept. My eyes shut completely, both in reality and in the fantasy. My mind drifted, utterly empty and peaceful, while still listening to Richard. My body felt relaxed and safe, wrapped up by comfy roots, warmed by the sun.

“Very good girl. Sleeping deeply, following my words... Mind so calm and vacant, so blissful and blank... Isn’t that right?”

Unconsciously, automatically, I made a small mumble of assent.

“Good girl. And sink deeper.”

He continued to talk to me in this vein, telling me how relaxed and peaceful and blank I was, reinforcing everything I was already feeling, strengthening and deepening the trance. As he did so, he suggested that it was easy for me to speak in response to him no matter how deep I was in trance, and the more questions he asked me, the easier it was for me to answer. What started as unintelligible mumbles evolved into clear, confident replies, but even that served only to send me deeper into trance - everything did, or so Richard told me.

“So easy to sink,” he said. “So easy to drift... So easy to follow... You could stay like this for a long time. You want to stay like this for a long time. Don’t you?”

“Yes...” I did, even before he’d put the thought in my empty head. The trance was so blissful. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so chilled out - although, as deep as I was at that moment, it was hard to remember anything besides what Richard told me.

“Good girl. And sink deeper. You want to come back here, down to this wonderful trance. You want to be able to come back fast - to drop deep at a moment’s notice. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

“Yes.” If my face muscles weren’t so relaxed, I would’ve smiled broadly.

“Good girl. And when I wake you, I can just say ‘drop’ to you, and you’ll find that when you hear me say ‘drop’, your mind relaxes completely. Sinking right back down, all the way to this deep peaceful place... Even deeper, in fact. Further into trance every time I send you back down. And you like that idea, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I think I actually did smile this time. It’s hard to be sure, because I was so deep in trance by this time, pulled further down by every word he’d said.

“Very, very good girl,” Richard said, sounding delighted. “And now I’ll count up to five, and when I reach five you will awaken, feeling so wonderful. So refreshed and energised, so happy and contented... One - still so deep in trance... Two, slowly drifting up... Three, more awake and aware every second... Four, energy flowing back into you... And, five - fully awake again now.” He snapped his fingers.

My eyes flickered open, and I stretched and yawned loudly. “Holy fuck,” I sighed. “That shit really works!” I glanced over at Alyssa, who was slumped in her seat, smiling lazily as she stared at me with hooded eyes. “You good, AJ?”

“Mrmm,” she grunted, sitting up straight and shaking her head dazedly. “Got a little splash damage!” she chuckled. “But I managed not to go into trance myself. Watching you get hypnotised, lying there looking completely dead to the world, but responding to everything Richard said...” She bit her lip and whimpered. “Fuck, if I’d known how hot this looked from the outside, I’d have suggested we find a third way, way earlier!”

I blushed and giggled, turning my head to the side to look at Richard. He was gazing at me intently, grinning with cautious glee. “So, that seems to have gone fairly well,” he noted wryly. “You responded nicely... Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh, hell yeah.” I smiled. “That was awesome! And I really loved the forest imagery, it was so restful. That little tree nook was so comfy!”

He chuckled. “I’m glad you liked it. This has been a really good start, it seems like you went quite deep into trance...”

I nodded my agreement. “Yeah, it sure felt like it. It got to the point where I wasn’t really thinking about anything at all, except how good I felt and what you were saying. If you’d asked, I might not have even remembered where I was, or that I was doing hypnosis!”

Those words seemed to excite Richard quite a lot. “Great! That’s really encouraging. I’m confident that you’ll sink even deeper into trance each time you drop.” He snapped his fingers.

Unprepared as I was for the trigger, it still took barely a second for me to fall back into that dark, peaceful void, my eyes rolling shut and my arms slumping limply by my sides.

“Good girl,” Richard said, and there was a clear note of triumph in his voice now. That confident, masterful tone, combined with how easy it was for me to drop back into trance, was making me feel very... controlled. If I had to guess, this was when I started to get really turned on - it’s hard to say for sure, because I was less and less aware of my body every moment, including my cunt.

“Sinking back down further and further, even deeper than before. More and more relaxed, more and more peaceful, more and more entranced... You love how this feels. And you know I’m the one making you feel this way, with only my words. Drawing you down deep into trance... Going deeper and deeper by the second... It doesn’t feel like you can stop yourself. It feels like you have no control - over dropping, over sinking, over how deep you go... I have that control. And you love that I’m in control.”

Mmm, yeah. I must’ve been wet at this point.

“You love how it feels to be controlled. So much so, that you find yourself saying, ‘I love being controlled’.”

“I love being controlled,” my voice rang out.

“Very good girl. And it’s so exciting to be controlled... that you can’t help but grow aroused. Isn’t that true?”

Because he’d asked, I finally became fully aware of how turned on I was. “Yeess,” I moaned softly. My breathing quickened, my skin hummed, and my cunt pulsated. But I didn’t move, continuing to lie prone on the couch.

“And you might want to touch yourself,” he suggested. God, I really did. “But you can’t just yet.” I’m sure I made a little whine of frustration just then, but my hands remained where they were, lying at my side, making no more movement than a feeble twitch of the fingers.

“Good girl. Finding that you feel pleasure when I say that to you - good girl.” A shiver ran through me - an electric thrill that ran through every part of me, making my lips, nipples and clit tingle. “And awaken in one, two, three, four... five - awake.”

He snapped his fingers once more, and I woke with a start - and a moan, as my conscious mind returned to a body that was horny as fuck. I gasped, my hands immediately springing into action, one groping a tit and the other pawing at my crotch through my jeans.

“You good, Jelly?” he sniggered.

“Hnng,” I managed in response, shuddering with lust as I squeezed and rubbed. “Fuck, that - I - I’m so -”

“Drop.”

If I’d had time I might have groaned with disappointment, but as it was I only had time to make a small ‘huh’ sound. My eyes rolled like marbles, my head lolled to the side, and my arms and hands ceased their movement, with one lying still on my thigh while the other slid down my torso and came to rest on my belly. I was still breathing heavily, and my cunt was still throbbing with ecstasy, but my chance to do something about it had been snatched away from me. I hadn’t had the time or the attention span to even notice AJ while I’d been awake, but as I plummeted back into trance, I could’ve sworn I heard a malicious giggle from her direction.

“Dropping all the way down,” Richard almost crooned to me, “deeper and deeper. Down, down, down... Down, down, down...”

You know how Alyssa calls trance ‘the Spiral Seas’? Yeah, I really got that. It felt as if I was being pulled into the depths of a vast, pitch-black ocean, unable to resist the swirling whirlpool of hypnosis. You might think that image would be frightening, but to me (and to AJ), it’s intoxicating. It feels like I’m something tiny caught by something vast, utterly helpless in the face of a power I can’t even begin to understand or fight against. It’s awesome.

At the same time, while I was getting lost in the dark sea, I was still lying in that forest clearing, all snug and cosy next to the giant tree. That’s how hypnosis can feel - utterly terrifying and unstoppable, yet soft and safe and relaxing, often at the same time.

“So deep down, you can’t remember how to come back up,” Richard was saying. “So deep down, you can’t remember why you’d want to come up. So deep down, you can’t remember what ‘up’ is. What is ‘up’? You don’t know. You’ve never heard that word before. There’s only down, down, down, all the way into deep trance...”

I couldn’t register or respond to it at the time, but that made me laugh later. ‘What is up?’ I’m sure he snuck that in there as a joke, like he really wanted to just say, ‘Wassup?’ What a dope. (Yes, I’m almost as rude to him as AJ is. He seems to like it!)

He was still talking to me, never hesitating for a moment, his words flowing continuously into my ears and washing over my mind, describing how deeply entranced I was, how aroused I was, how controlled I was. All that was true to me already, but his reiterating it reinforced it, tightening his hold over me. Eventually he told me that he had such control over me, that just as he could put me into trance in an instant by saying ‘drop’ or ‘sleep’, he could also awaken me with just one word - ‘wake’, or ‘rise’.

And mere moments later, that’s exactly what he did. “Wake.”

I felt a jolt go through me, like electricity, and my eyelids snapped open. I had woken instantaneously, just as he’d commanded, but my mind was a little slow to catch up, and for a few seconds I just lay there blinking and yawning, trying to remember what the fuck was going on, aware only of how tired and horny I was. My arousal wasn’t at the peak it had reached the last time I’d been awake, but it was still simmering at a medium heat. Unconsciously rubbing my thighs together, I looked over at my boyfriend and girlfriend.

Both of them were staring at me intently. Richard wore a wide, triumphant grin, his hand stroking his beard. Alyssa was on the edge of her seat, head resting on her clasped hands, elbows on her legs. She looked more excited than I’d ever seen her - even on the first night we’d slept together. (And she’d been pretty fucking excited that night, if I do say so myself.)

I yawned again and smiled sleepily at them. “I guess hypnosis is a really good spectator sport, huh?”

AJ nodded and whimpered in response, her hands dropping from her chin to clutch the hem of her skirt. “I swear to God, if I wasn’t wearing this stupid outfit, I’d be rubbing one out right now just watching you.”

I blushed and shrank back into the couch, feeling just a tiny bit overwhelmed by the attention - and by my girlfriend’s excessive lust. I mean, she’s a horny devil most of the time, but this was extreme even for her. Seeing me subjected to the same mental trickery she experiences on a daily basis was driving her wild.

“You OK?” Richard asked me. “Enjoying it so far? It’s not too much, is it...?”

Looking over at him, I shifted in the chair, starting to sit up. “No, no, I’m loving it,” I assured him. “It’s crazy... I’m a little blushy about how turned on I’m getting, but that was kinda the point, right?”

He chuckled. “Well, yes! Remember, if you need to stop or slow down...”

“‘Beetroot’ or ‘lemon’, I know,” I nodded. “And I’ll use them if I need to, you can be sure of that. But it’s all lime so far.” I inhaled deeply, a wide smile spreading across my face. “Boy, is it lime!”

Richard laughed. I glanced over at AJ, who was rocking in her seat by now, biting her lip and gazing at me. “Are you OK?” I giggled.

“Yeah, um, before we continue - is there any chance I could take this off, please?” she pleaded, her words clearly directed at Richard, even though her eyes made only the barest flicker towards him as she spoke, remaining mostly fixed on me.

“Aw, but you look so cute and submissive,” he teased.

She squirmed, frustratedly thumping the couch cushion beneath her with clenched fists. “Jelly’s so hot I can’t stand it, Richard,” she groaned. “Either let me take this off, or I’m gonna go over there and sit on your hand. Or her face.”

“Do I get a say?” I piped up, grinning naughtily. “Because I pick option B.”

Our shared boyfriend chuckled. “Alright, AJ, you have permission to take off your maid uniform.”

Alyssa practically leapt to her feet (which is hard to do in heels) and left the room as quickly as she could, calling back, “Don’t have too much fun without me!” As she strode away, I could see her already fumbling to untie the bow at the back of her dress.

I looked back at Richard and began to open my mouth to speak, but whatever I was going to say vanished from my head as he said, “Drop.” And back down I went, deeper into trance than ever before, my half-upright body falling back down and landing on the couch cushions with a soft thud.

“Good girl,” he coaxed. “So peaceful and mindless... So relaxed and compelled... So entranced and horny... So calm and controlled...”

As I sank back to the bottom of the Spiral Seas - as I curled up again in that cosy tree nook - as I lay prone on the couch, Richard gave me mantras to repeat to further enhance the hypnotic conditioning. “As you say them, they become more true,” he told me. “As you say them, they grow more real for you.” I agreed to chant them as soon as he prompted me, as eager as I could be amidst the peaceful bliss of trance.

“You are blank and mindless,” he prompted me.

“I am blank and mindless,” I said clearly, unhesitatingly.

“You are spacey and submissive.”

“I am spacey and submissive.”

“You are cute and compliant.”

“I’m cute and compliant.”

“You are open and comfortable.”

“I’m open and comfortable.”

“You are horny and hypnotised.”

“I am h-orny and hypnotised.” My breath caught as I said this one, becoming aware once more of how aroused I was.

As I gently, helplessly writhed on the couch, I heard voices in the near distance - AJ had returned, and was exchanging words with Richard - but since they weren’t talking to me, I didn’t consciously register any of what they said. As soon as he started using his hypno-voice again, I engaged with him again. Good thing I did - I liked what he had to say next.

“Your hands start to move freely, as if they’re not under your control. But they know just where to go... They know just what to do... They know just how to touch you...”

One of my hands began to tenderly rub my tit through my white shirt, while the other slid down the front of my jeans and ran a delicate finger along my slit. I don’t remember moving them to do that. One second Richard was telling me that my hands were going to move, and the next, they were in position, masturbating me. It truly was as if they weren’t under my control - as if they weren’t even my hands to move. They were independent entities, acting of their own volition, helping themselves to my most intimate parts.

I can’t believe I didn’t cum right then and there.

“Good girl. Lying in the forest, touching yourself...”

As soon as he said this, my mental image shifted. I was no longer lying still and peaceful in the tree nook, wrapped snugly in roots. Instead, one of my hands had slid between my legs, while the other was groping my chest. I was touching myself here in the woods, just as I was in real life, and I had been for a minute or so now.

“You realise that even though the clearing is deserted, someone could come along at any time, and find you here, being so naughty. And knowing that makes it hotter...”

I grinned wildly - or at least, I did in the forest. I don’t think my face moved in real life. The thought of getting caught jilling off in the woods was so thrilling... It would probably be wise to stop, to leave the clearing before I was found, but I couldn’t bring myself to...

“You can’t stop anyway. Your hands are out of your control, being puppeteered by me...”

Not only did that settle the dilemma, but it brought me even closer to the edge. I felt helpless. I felt exposed. I felt naughty. All of it was just more fuel to the intense, almost volcanic fire.

“Sink deeper, and tell me you’re under my power.”

“I’m under your power,” I moaned, unable to disguise the lust in my voice.

“You have no control. I’m in control.”

“I have n-no control... You’re in control...”

“You love being controlled by me.”

“I love being controlled by yooou...”

“You’re happy to obey me.”

“I’m happy to obey you!”

“You’re my mindless pet.”

“Ohhh... I’m your mindless pet...”

“You’re my hypnotised plaything.”

“I’m your... hypnotised plaything!”

“You’re my mind-controlled puppet.”

As he said that, my middle finger was rubbing deep inside me. The words and the stroke combined to bring me right to the brink.

“Uhhngh... I’m your mind-controlled puppet!” I cried.

“Very good girl,” he said delightedly. “Stop playing.”

I could have wept, feeling my finger pull out and my hands halt their caresses.

“I’m going to give you some instructions now,” he told me. “Some suggestions and triggers. You remember what those are, what they look like, from when we played with Alyssa... You remember how she wasn’t consciously aware of them, but knew how to respond to each one... It’ll be the same for you - you don’t need to be aware of these suggestions and triggers. They’ll just sit in the back of your head, and they’ll work on you when I bring you out of trance. Your awakened self will have no knowledge of them - not unless I reveal them to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Good girl.”

And so, he kept talking, starting to reshape my mind, telling me ideas and suggestions and powerful mental triggers that I remembered to forget when I was awake, forgetting that I would remember them in the depths of my brain. I had taken the first step on a journey towards becoming something similar to Alyssa - a hypnotised, conditioned, hypersexual plaything. A doll, to be played with by my hypnotic boyfriend and my horny girlfriend.

I couldn’t wait to get started.