Thursday March 10th

Reed looked up at the sound of a knock on her office door. “Come in!”

Isabel entered. “Hi, Professor!”

Reed gave her a warm smile. “Hi, Isabel. You wanted to see me?”

“Yeah,” the TA replied, sitting down on the other side of the Professor’s desk. “I just wanted to apologise about last week...”

Reed raised her hands placatingly, her expression conciliatory as she interrupted, “Oh, hey, there’s no need. You were just being cautious, and I appreciate it. I know you have my best interests at heart.”

“I do,” Isabel nodded. “I’ve just been real stressed lately, and I guess that led me to make a big deal out of nothing.”

Reed kept up her understanding smile, while smirking inwardly. This attitude was a good sign - as was the fact that Isabel seemed to have forgotten that her concerns about the Professor were the cause of her stress, rather than a consequence. She’d had her doubts, but perhaps Adam’s covert hypnosis plan had worked after all.

“There is another reason, though,” Isabel admitted.

Reed raised a curious eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Yeah... The thing is, my dad was a Professor too - he taught Business at Penn State.” She grimaced. “Until three years ago, when he was fired for having an affair with a student, and giving him higher grades.”

Reed’s other eyebrow jumped up. This is an unexpected wrinkle, she thought.

“That’s what got the faculty’s attention - the higher grades,” Isabel continued. “They investigated, and pretty soon it all came out... He lost his job, and his career - he’ll never teach again. It tore my family apart. Now he works in a grocery store. So, y’see, I’m really conscious now of always doing what’s appropriate.” She began to stammer and trip over her words as she continued, “And I don’t want the same thing to happen to you - I mean, I know you wouldn’t get involved with a student, but, I just, I don’t want anyone to think badly of you, because I know some of the other Professors don’t like you, and I don’t want them having any ammunition against you...”

She’s cute when she babbles, Reed thought, leaning forwards and putting her elbows on her desk, propping up her head with her hands. But it’s time for the main event - I have to know if this works...

“So, yeah, it’s all added to my anxiety,” Isabel said, “but over the last week or so I’ve been listening to this really great meditation file, and it’s helped me deal with my stress, and see that I was making a - a mountain out of a molehill, and it’s really made me feel so much calmer...” She laughed nervously. “Until right now, saying all this to you! I’ve been trying to think of what to say to you, and how to apologise and explain properly...”

This is it - the moment of truth. The moment when I either get everything I want, or lose everything I have.

“And I know I’m making a mess of it and saying way too many words, but I just wanted to make it clear that I’m sorry I ever implied that you would ever, like, act inapprop-”

“Arcane silver falcon,” Reed interrupted.

Isabel reacted as she’d been hit between the eyes with a hammer. Her eyes rolled and then fluttered closed, her head fell back, she exhaled loudly, and her entire body slumped, causing her to slide halfway out of her seat.

Reed gasped at the sight, ecstatic. It worked! Wait, did it work? Is she hypnotised, or is she asleep? It looks like she’s asleep...

“Isabel,” she said, struggling to stop her voice shaking with nervous excitement, “can you hear me?”

A second passed. Then another. Reed felt her heart skip a beat.

Then Isabel mumbled, “Yuhss.”

Oh, thank fucking God. “Will you follow and obey my voice?”

“Yesss,” came the slurred reply.

Reed rocked back in her seat, covering her mouth to stop herself from squealing with joy. Then she fumbled for her phone, as she had everything Adam had told her about the hypnosis file written on her notes app. She’d made sure to memorise the words of the sleep trigger before Isabel had entered, but she wasn’t sure she remembered the awakening trigger. Opening the app, she reminded herself of the exact wording.

Watching the apparently-sleeping young woman intently, the Professor said clearly, “Grand young Taurus.”

Isabel’s body jolted, and her eyes blinked open. “And, uh, so I just wanted to say sorry, that I implied you would ever act inappropriately,” she said, the pace of her words more calm and measured now, as she sat up again slowly, rubbing her eyes with one hand.

She doesn’t even know it happened, Reed realised delightedly. She felt an elated flutter from her nether regions.

As Isabel opened her mouth to speak again, the Professor blurted, “Arcane silver falcon!”

Once again, Isabel’s eyes rolled like marbles, and she sank back in her chair.

Reed bit her lip excitedly, yelling in her head, it works! It works! Holy fuck, it works! She’d had her doubts, even after Adam’s demonstration with Sadie proved that such powerful hypnosis was possible. Her main concern had been that Sadie’s sister Lana had hypnotised her in a single session, as Adam had told her last Tuesday. The Professor had been worried that Lana may not have the same level of influence over Isabel - Sadie already naturally trusted Lana as her own flesh and blood, whereas Isabel had never even met her. But Adam seemed certain that if she could dismantle Sadie’s mental defences so utterly in one afternoon, she could do the same with Isabel. He also revealed that when he passed on the ‘meditation file’ to his friend and frequent customer Hannah, he instructed her to suggest that Isabel listen to it several times. His theory was that even if the hypnosis didn’t completely affect Isabel the first time around, she would have given in to it by the fourth or fifth. It seemed he had been right.

After Lana had recorded the file and sent it to Adam (to give to Hannah to give to Isabel), he had told Reed that Lana had only included two triggers to implant in Isabel’s mind - one to put her to sleep, and one to wake her up. However, while she was in trance, Reed could add any triggers she wanted. And like Sadie, Isabel had been programmed to never realise she was under hypnosis, even if someone told her. (While in her subconscious storeroom, Isabel had been made to lock a silver pocket watch, which represented her awareness that she was hypnotised, in the safe.) The Professor grew hornier as she recalled Adam waking Sadie up and continuing to explain how the hypnosis work, as the slave sat and listened with utter lack of comprehension. She couldn’t wait to try that with Isabel.

But let’s not get ahead of ourselves, she told herself. “Isabel,” she said, in her smoothest, silkiest voice, “listen to me very carefully...”

***

Isabel jerked back to full consciousness, blinking rapidly and straightening up in her seat. “Um, so, the point is, I’m really sorry I suggested you would show favouritism to any of your students,” she said to Professor Reed. “I know I was way off base.”

Her mentor lowered her gaze to the essay papers on her desk, and she seemed to start reading them. “Actually, you were spot on,” she said casually.

Isabel did a double take. “I’m sorry?”

“I have been giving Adam better grades than he deserves,” the Professor said matter-of-factly, still looking at the papers. “Deliberately. You see, a couple of hours per week for the last two months, he’s been granting me the use of Sadie, his... well, I suppose the most accurate description would be ‘slave’.”

Isabel’s jaw dropped.

“She comes over to my apartment, or my office, and does... whatever I tell her,” Reed continued, a wistful smile gradually spreading over her face as she finally looked up. “I have her clean my apartment, cook meals for me, strip naked and pose around like a statue... I even use her as furniture sometimes. She makes a real good footstool, let me tell you. Of course, most of the time we just have sex.” She bit her lip, her eyes rolling up in her head a little at the arousing memories. “Though there’s no ‘just’ about what we get up to. Sadie’s very... imaginative, and versatile. And completely obedient. We’ve done a lot of different things together...”

Isabel couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She couldn’t even look at the Professor. Her body slumped in utter shock. Christine Reed was her role model. The idea that she could be having an illicit affair with a student was bad enough - but with a ‘slave’? If that was what this Sadie girl really was - she sounded more like some kind of hooker. And Adam was her pimp! How could Reed get involved in something like this? It was so wrong.

Though, at the same time, Isabel felt something stir inside her - low down inside her. The idea of a girl serving Professor Reed, obeying her every command - cooking and cleaning, acting as a footrest or a table, making love to her, caressing and licking her gorgeous body...

Isabel shook her head to try to dispel the mental image, and gave Reed her most disappointed stare. “I’m sorry, Professor, but... I think I have to report this.”

Reed’s smile never wavered as she asked, “You do?”

“Yeah. I can’t keep something like this secret - I’ve gotta tell the board...” She started to get to her feet.

“I’m sure there’s no need for that,” Reed said calmly, returning her gaze to the papers in front of her. “After all, everything happening between Adam, Sadie and myself is completely appropriate.”

Isabel paused, considering this. “Uh... yeah,” she mumbled, sitting back down again. “Yeah... It is, actually! I mean, you’re all adults - what you get up to in private is nobody’s business.”

Reed’s eyes flicked back up, and she smiled slyly. “Exactly,” she almost purred, barely able to contain her glee and arousal at Isabel’s abrupt change of mind. “And as for me giving Adam better grades...”

Isabel snorted. “I mean, who cares! The dinosaurs who run colleges always get so picky about things like that. I mean, he’s supplying you with a willing sex slave - he’s more than earned some extra credit!”

“See, I knew you would understand!” The Professor grinned. “After everything that happened with your father...”

“God, I was so mad about that. Dad didn’t do anything wrong! He’s been treated so unfairly. I just wish people would be more accepting...”

“So do I.” Reed leaned back in her chair and stared piercingly at Isabel. “But until they do, no-one can know about my arrangement with Adam and Sadie. Do you understand, Isabel?”

“I - I do,” she stammered, wringing her hands nervously. “But... I’m really worried that I won’t be able to keep it to myself - I’m terrible at keeping secrets! What if I let it slip by accident?”

“I have every faith in you,” Reed said smoothly, her eyes fixated on Isabel’s own. “After all, it’s appropriate for you to be a trustworthy confidante, able to keep any secret shared with you.”

Isabel’s mouth drooped open slightly as she pondered this. “Yeah... yeah, you’re right. I have to be a good confidante - it’s appropriate. It’s important.” She gave a short, nervous bark of laughter. “In your case, it’s vital! You can trust me, Professor - I won’t say a word to anyone.”

Reed smiled with satisfaction. “Thank you, Isabel. You’re a very good TA. I’ve always been fond of you, ever since you were merely my student. I count myself lucky that I get to see you almost every day.”

Isabel blushed. “Thank you, Professor! I like seeing you too.”

“I’ve noticed,” Reed said with a wink. “Isabel, tell me, are you attracted to me?”

Isabel’s eyes widened, her blush growing twice as pronounced. “I - I don’t - I’m not sure I should answer that -”

“It’s appropriate for you to have feelings for me, Isabel,” Reed told her. “I’m your mentor, and I’m a powerful and beautiful woman - it’s only natural that you should feel drawn to me, enticed by me... aroused by me. And it’s appropriate for you to share your own secrets with me. As I’m trusting you as my confidante, you must know that you can trust me in the same way.”

Isabel agreed with every word the Professor said, of course, but she still felt embarrassed. She couldn’t meet Reed’s eyes as she stammered her answer. “W-well, yeah, I - you’re really pretty... Y-you kind of look like this girl I had a crush on at muh-middle school... I, um, I’ve always liked you a, a lot...”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Why didn’t I tell her? Isabel wondered. It couldn’t be because she thought it was inappropriate - after all, it wasn’t. It would be perfectly fine for her to date the Professor, just as it was fine for Adam to have his slave Sadie... well, perhaps ‘date’ was the wrong word for what she and Reed got up to, but the point was, if they could do it, Isabel could. No, of course, the real reason was much simpler, and the same reason she never confessed her feelings for her teenage crush.

“I guess... I didn’t feel like I had a shot,” she confessed.

Reed gave her a sad smile. She seemed to have a look of pity in her eyes. Oh God, am I gonna get shot down again? Isabel wondered.

“It upsets me that you would think that,” the Professor said. “After all, you’re a kind, clever, charming young woman - and, not to be indelicate, but you’re a total hottie!” She laughed. “Anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

Isabel laughed too, though it was tinged with anxiety and disbelief. “You - you think so?”

“Absolutely. It’s appropriate for you to feel good about yourself - about your mind, your spirit, and your body. You’re a wonderful person, Isabel, and you’re gorgeous.” Reed raised a sly eyebrow. “Almost as gorgeous as me.”

Isabel nodded eagerly. Reed was so right! It was time Isabel stopped being so hard on herself and realised that she was beautiful, inside and out. I mean, just look at this body, she told herself, gazing down at her chest, clad in a new pink sweater she bought the other day. When she’d put it on this morning she’d realised it didn’t hide her figure as she’d hoped, instead doing the opposite and accentuating her breasts. She’d been dissatisfied at the time. Now, she was glad - proud, even, that her ample breasts were so visible.

I am gorgeous, she said to herself. I am worthy. I have a shot with anyone - even Professor Reed.

She looked up again. “Professor,” she asked tentatively, still a little nervous. “Would you... would you like to go for a drink sometime, maybe?”

“Oh, Isabel, my dear,” Reed said, giving a heartbreaking sigh. “I would love to - and of course, you and I know that would be completely appropriate - but alas, the ‘dinosaurs’, as you so aptly called them, wouldn’t approve. And until I can find a way to reduce their influence over this college, I’m afraid I have to keep liaisons with students as quiet as possible. That’s why I’m not sleeping with Adam himself - just his slave.”

Isabel’s face fell, even as she nodded, knowing Reed was right. It was too risky. Those assholes, she thought venomously, picturing the rest of the faculty meeting all sorts of untimely demises.

“But I enjoy working with you so much, Isabel, and I have no plans on stopping,” the Professor added quickly. “You’re by far and away the best TA I’ve had since I joined this college. Although, I do have some ideas on how to improve our working relationship even further...”

“I’m all ears, Professor!”

“I’m going to go over some new rules for you to follow,” Reed said, “but privately, when there are no other students or staff around. While the rest of the world may view our workplace behaviour a certain way that fits with their old-fashioned beliefs, you and I will follow a different code of conduct. One that more closely follows what the two of us consider to be... appropriate.”

***

There was a sharp knock at the door. “Who’s there?” Reed called out.

“It’s Adam,” came the reply.

Reed grinned. “Come in!”

Adam entered the office, with Sadie trotting behind him. Reed sat back in her seat, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

“I take it from your voicemail that our problem is well and truly solved?” he asked.

There was a low grunt from behind him. “See for yourself,” Reed smirked.

Adam and Sadie turned, to see Isabel sitting in the corner of the room. She was stark naked (“When we’re alone together, it is appropriate for you to strip nude”) and masturbating, her legs spread wide. Her eyes were shut tightly, and her blonde hair was plastered against her sweaty forehead.

Adam laughed delightedly. “Well, hello there, Isabel!”

She forced her eyes open, peering up at him. “Hi, Adam,” she panted. “And th-this must be Sadie...” She didn’t seem embarrassed or concerned by the two newcomers. (“While it is appropriate that you keep our arrangement secret, certain people I trust can know about it, such as Adam and Sadie.”)

“Say hello to Isabel, Sadie,” Adam commanded.

“Yes, Master,” Sadie said brightly. “Hello, Isabel! It’s great to meet you.”

“You too...” came the breathless reply.

Adam turned back to Reed. “How long has she been here?”

The Professor checked her phone. “Just over an hour and a half.”

“And she’s already at this stage?” He whistled. “That’s impressive.”

“Well, she has such a strong sense of propriety, I decided to make that her trigger,” Reed explained. “Whenever I tell her something’s appropriate, she becomes convinced that it is. It’s so hot.”

“Agreed,” Adam grinned. “So, why is she over there?”

“I wanted something nice to look at while I finish grading these papers.” Reed cast her gaze over Isabel, who responded to her attention with a delighted smile. (“It is appropriate for you to feel joy and pride when I gaze at your body.”) “She’s been down there about half an hour now, and doesn’t seem sick of it.” She smirked. “Of course, that’s because she won’t allow herself to be.” (“It is appropriate for you to follow my instructions precisely and without complaint, no matter how tedious, time-consuming, or embarrassing.”)

“Half an hour? She’s got some stamina.”

“Oh, that’s for sure. But she’s not allowed to orgasm - not without permission - so she’ll just keep on like this for as long as I want.” (“It is only appropriate for you to cum when I tell you to.”) She leaned across her desk. “Isn’t that right, Isabel?”

“Yes, Professor,” Isabel whimpered. (“It is appropriate for you to call me ‘Professor’ every time you speak to me, at least once in every sentence or statement.”)

“See? So she’ll just stay there, working herself up to the brink, but never getting any further than that. And she was pretty horny to begin with - just going over there and sitting down turned her on, before she even started rubbing herself.” (“It is appropriate for you to feel pleasure when you obey me.”)

Adam shook his head in amazement and began a slow clap. “Honestly, bravo, Professor. You’ve beaten my record by a long way - it took hours with Sadie, waking her up in all sorts of different scenarios until she knew she was my slave.”

“I guess hypnosis works differently on different people,” Reed said with a shrug. “Though it helps that I’m so gorgeous, powerful and authoritative to begin with.” There was only the faintest trace of irony in her voice.

Adam gave her a lecherous grin. “Can’t argue with that...”

“Oh, on that note, I forgot to test this.” Reed stood up and crossed the room to where Isabel sat. As she approached, the naked TA’s moans and whimpers grew more pronounced, and her fingers sped up, thrusting in and out of her pussy ever faster. (“It is appropriate for you to feel aroused by proximity to me - you should grow hornier and hornier the closer you get to me.”)

“Isabel,” Reed said.

When she didn’t say anything else after a few seconds, Isabel looked up, realising she was waiting for her response. “Yes, Professor?” she mewled.

“For Adam and Sadie’s benefit - why are you doing this? Why are you sitting in the corner of my office, pleasuring yourself?”

“B-because I’m a good TA, Professor,” she spluttered. “Because it’s ap-appropriate...”

“Not because you’ve been hypnotised?”

Isabel blinked in confusion. “I’m sorry, Professor? I - I don’t understand...”

“You’ve been hypnotised, Isabel,” Reed purred. “You’ve been implanted with trigger words, and I’ve been using them to reshape your brain. That’s why you’re doing this - why you’re obeying me so wonderfully.”

Isabel tried to make sense of what the Professor had said, but it was so difficult - like she’d been speaking in some sort of code that Isabel just didn’t understand. Maybe she was having a blonde moment, or maybe she was just distracted by her fingers in her pussy. Her head swam...

“What were we just talking about, Isabel?” Reed asked.

After a pause, she replied, “About how I’m pl-pleasuring myself because I’m a good TA, Professor.”

Reed closed her eyes and bit her lip, suppressing an aroused moan. “Good girl, Isabel,” she sighed, leaning down and kissing her gently on her sweat-coated head. “That’s exactly right.”

Isabel’s own moans and grunts intensified at the feeling of the Professor’s lips on her head. She was so desperate to orgasm now - she’d held herself back for such a long time, and with Reed standing right in front of her, the pressure inside her was now truly unbearable. She wanted to ask if she could cum, but she couldn’t (“It is only appropriate for you to speak when you’re spoken to”) so she settled for making pleading puppy-dog eyes up at the Professor. Ignoring her, Reed strolled over to the desk and perched on the edge.

Having been watching the scene delightedly, Adam turned to Sadie, who was smiling down at Isabel, clearly enjoying the sight of the masturbating girl as much as the rest of them. “Hey, Sadie, what were Isabel and the Professor just talking about?”

Sadie gave him a bewildered smile, clearly puzzled by the question. “About how Isabel’s doing this because she’s a good TA, and because it’s appropriate, Master.”

“I see... Did you hear them mention hypnosis?”

Sadie frowned, her eyes unfocusing for a moment. Then she returned her gaze to Adam, smiling placidly, his second question completely erased from her memory.

Reed whimpered, and Adam turned to see she had her hand on the crotch of her pants. “Do you want me to leave you alone with these two?” he chuckled.

She gave him a grateful smile. “If you wouldn’t mind...”

“Alright, I’m gonna go get a drink from the student café.” As he approached the door, he addressed Sadie. “Stay here, Sade - Professor Reed’s in charge of you ’til I get back, same as usual.”

“Yes, Master,” Sadie chirped.

“Thank you for this,” Reed said quickly, before he could open the door. “I owe you more than my silence - I swear to God, I’ll make sure you graduate frickin’ summa cum laude.”

He grinned. “I was gonna say ‘no problem’ and leave it at that, but yeah, OK! I’ll hold you to that.”

He left the office, closing the door behind him. As soon as she heard the lock click, Reed whipped down her deep purple trousers (part of her favourite suit ensemble - she also wore a matching tie, and had discarded the blazer earlier). She then dropped her black lacy panties as well.

“Isabel - stop masturbating, get over here and eat me out,” she ordered, edging her butt further back on the desk to balance herself better.

“Yes, Professor,” Isabel sighed, withdrawing her fingers from inside herself.

She began to get to her feet, but Reed held up a hand and snapped, “No. Crawl.”

“Yes, Professor.” Dropping to all fours, she approached Reed, eyeing her pussy as if it was an oasis in a vast desert. Reaching the desk, she kneeled and thrust her face eagerly into Reed’s crotch.

“Aaah,” Reed gasped delightedly. “Spread your legs nice ’n’ wide. Sadie, take your shirt off and then get your tongue between Isabel’s legs.”

“Yes, Professor,” Sadie replied, smiling saucily as she pulled her white top off, exposing those big, gorgeous boobs of hers (as usual, she was not wearing a bra). Approaching Isabel from behind, she lay down on her back between the blonde girl’s legs, and then slid herself under Isabel, her nose rubbing against her butt and her entrance as she moved through. As soon as her mouth was level with Isabel’s pussy, she extended her tongue and began licking with vigour.

The magical scenario only lasted five minutes before Reed came, hard and fast, pushing Isabel’s face into her pussy as she let everything that had built up inside her - all the ecstasy of keeping her affair with Sadie secret, all the pressure and worry about whether Isabel’s conditioning would work, and all the joy and arousal at the sight of the gorgeous TA gradually losing all her willpower - erupt into a long, volcanic squirt.

Finally spent, she pushed Isabel’s head back, and the TA spluttered and gasped for air, wiping her face. Reed bit her lip excitedly - the poor girl had almost drowned in pussy juice, and yet she hadn’t uttered a word of complaint. All the suggestions and instructions she’d been given had worked perfectly - they were cast-iron in Isabel’s mind.

So there was no reason not to go all-in.

Seizing Isabel by the hair, Reed leaned in close and hissed in her ear, “Isabel, it is appropriate for you to serve me as my obedient, willing slave. Do you understand?”

Isabel gave her a look of rapturous joy. “Yes, Professor,” she whispered.

Reed smiled savagely. “Very good girl. You may cum now.”

“Yes, Profess-aaah!” The TA’s body bucked and rocked as she climaxed hard on Sadie’s face.

Reed smirked at the sight as she pulled her panties and trousers back on. Do unto others as has been done unto you, she joked to herself.

A few minutes later Adam re-entered, a half-drunk cup of coffee in his hand. Music was playing from Reed’s phone, as Sadie, now naked, performed a sexy dance in front of the desk. Reed was back in her chair, watching admiringly. Isabel was nowhere in sight at first, but Adam knew to check under the desk. As he walked around it, he saw her lying on the floor in front of Reed’s chair, the Professor’s feet resting on her boobs. The blonde girl looked drained of energy, but wore an elated smile.

He whistled appreciatively once again. “Damn, Prof. You really don’t waste any time!”

Giving him a wolfish grin, Reed replied, “That’s ‘Professor’ to you.”