Embrace It

Part 4

Not for those under 18 (or whatever the legal age for this sort of stuff is in your area). If you’re not that old, Boo! Go away now. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activities, especially non-consensual ones, then don’t read this. All characters and situations are fictional.

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“Look at the screen.”

Lauren did. It was so easy now. She’d seen those lines so many times. On her screen. On the professor’s screen.

Like now.

“Relax.”

It was so relaxing, just sitting there.

“Sink deeper.”

She hardly needed to be told that. She knew what to do when she saw those shapes. The lines had formed a spiral. A spiral that Lauren knew so well. It matched the shape in her mind, the one that was always there, even when she didn’t realise it, lurking in her sub-conscious.

It was like an old friend now.

“Let the spiral hold your eyes.”

It held her eyes.

“Let the spiral hold you.”

It held her mind.

There was nothing but the spiral and the voice speaking to her.

“Let your thoughts slide away.”

Lauren’s thoughts were already gone.

That voice said those words, or something like them, so many times. Not that Lauren knew how many. Counting was far beyond her.

Professor Mackenzie smiled at the girls seated across from her, a pulse of arousal shooting through her. Their eyes were fixed on her screen. Eyes that were empty of anything. The brunette, Kaitlyn, looked hardly different from the first time she’d sat there. But the choker the girl wore around her neck meant so much.

Lauren, on the other hand. God, the girl’s lips were so kissable, moist and just so slightly parted, so enticing with the pink lipstick. And the dress. Such an improvement over the nondescript outfit she’d been in the first time.

The professor, Natalie, rose from her seat and strolled around the to the side the girls were seated. Idly, she stroked Kaitlyn’s hair. The girl didn’t react in the slightest. Natalie leant down to whisper in the girl’s ear.

“Kaitlyn, you so enjoying being a maid, aren’t you? It’s gets you all hot and bothered. So aroused. So turned on. But remember, a good little submissive maid doesn’t cum unless she’s allowed to. You’re going to try that. Not cumming. Not until someone says you can. Even at night. Alone in your bed.  You’ll take yourself to the edge. But you won’t cum.” It would be fun to see how long the girl would last.

Leaving those commands to sink into Kaitlyn, Natalie moved on to Lauren. Slowly, the older woman drew a fingernail along the neckline of the blonde’s dress, gliding over the delicate, exposed upper flesh of the girl’s breasts.

Her arousal pulsed higher.

“Such a good girl,” the older woman grinned. “You’re loving dressing like this, aren’t you? I do have a decision to make though. What sort of bimbo are you going to be? I’ll be honest, I’m not a fan of some styles. Over-inflated lips and beach-ball boobs just don’t do it for me. It’s what’s in here that matters.” She tapped the girl’s head. “Or really, for a bimbo, what isn’t in there. It’s the brainless part that appeals. Pretty face, empty head. Happy and vapid and doing what you’re told. We’ll get to that. I like the girlie dresses. All innocent and cute. But I like the slutty ones as well. Tight and revealing clothes. Like a second skin. Buy yourself some of those dresses. Mix it up. But we have some more important things to talk about today.”

After a last, lingering caress of the blonde’s shoulder, Natalie resumed her seat. “Let those ideas sink in.” Natalie rested her chin on her steepled hands. Watched the girls. Their eyes so empty and expressions so blank.

“I had to think about what comes next. Any research needs to be carefully planned, don’t you agree?”

“Yes.”

Natalie laughed at the response from the two girls. Perfectly in time with each other. And totally void of any emotion.

“Don’t bother answering any more questions for the moment. Just keep those pretty eyes fixed on the screen.” Two pairs of eyes widened just slightly.  “There. Good girls. Now, where were we? Oh, yes. Decisions. Is next to be getting you to understand who the stereotypes are for? Aim your performance at women? Or make you all hot and bothered for a pretty girl? Have your juices running every time you see an attractive woman? Obviously, we’re going to want both. But having you focus your performance on women is easier than changing your sexuality. And will simplify that when we get to it. So there it is. You want to reclaim these stereotypes for women. Say, ‘I want to reclaim these stereotypes for women.’”

“I want to reclaim these stereotypes for women,” the two girls echoed in unison. There was no hesitation. Natalie hadn’t expected any resistance. That had been part of the project from the very beginning. Even without hypnosis, they’d have probably agreed.

“Say, ‘These are sexual stereotypes’.”

“These are sexual stereotypes.” Again, no hesitation, another idea that they’d agree with awake, even if there was a slight flush to the brunette’s cheeks. But starting with ideas the subject agreed with made it easier it easier for them to accept more difficult ideas.

“Repeat all that,” Natalie ordered.

“I want to reclaim these stereotypes for women.”

“These are sexual stereotypes.”

“Keep repeating that.”

The girls did. Natalie let them, over and over. Letting the thoughts sink in. Letting them mould the girl’s minds.

“Lauren, say ‘I want to be a cute bimbo for women’.”

“I want to be a cute bimbo for women,” the blonde echoed.

“Kaitlin, say ‘I want to be a sexy submissive maid for women’.”

“I want to be a sexy submissive maid for women.” The brunette’s voice was just as empty as her friend’s.

“Of course, we don’t want you running off to just anyone. So let’s add another idea.  Lauren, say ‘Professor Mackenzie is a woman. I want to be a cute bimbo for Professor Mackenzie. It’s all part of the project. I need to keep working on the project’.”

Lauren didn’t take her eyes off the spiral, but her words changed. “Professor Mackenzie is a woman. I want to be a cute bimbo for Professor Mackenzie. It’s all part of the project. I need to keep working on the project.”

“Keep saying that.” Jumping the girl right then would be so easy. Sinking her tongue between those lips. Taking everything the girl had to offer. Natalie stopped herself. If she waited, she’d get so much more.

She still had the wonderful sight of the girl sitting there mindlessly repeating the words she’d been given.

“Professor Mackenzie is a woman. I want to be a cute bimbo for Professor Mackenzie. It’s all part of the project. I need to keep working on the project.”

“Kaitlin, say ‘Professor Mackenzie is a woman. I want to be a sexy submissive maid for Professor Mackenzie. It’s all part of the project. I need to keep working on the project.’”

Just like her friend, the brunette repeated the words she’d been told to say. “Professor Mackenzie is a woman. I want to be a sexy submissive maid for Professor Mackenzie. It’s all part of the project. I need to keep working on the project.”

They weren’t just words. With their eyes held by the spiral, their minds so empty, the words would sink in. Change them. Become part of them.

“You won’t just accept all this immediately. Unfortunate. Changes take time. But it will be interesting to see what happens.”

“Professor Mackenzie is a woman. I want to be a cute bimbo for Professor Mackenzie. It’s all part of the project. I need to keep working on the project,” Lauren repeated, Natalie’s eyes drawn to the rise and fall of the girl’s breasts. She could just imagine how they would feel in her hands.

“Professor Mackenzie is a woman. I want to be a sexy submissive maid for Professor Mackenzie. It’s all part of the project. I need to keep working on the project.” Kaitlyn’s voice was as empty as her friend’s. The girl would look so decorative, in her little maid’s outfit. Cleaning for her. Doing everything she was told.

There’d need to be more messages sent for the girls to read. More prompting. “Remember girls, you need to reclaim these stereotypes. Perhaps you should discuss how after you leave here. Now to make sure you don’t remember anything you shouldn’t.”

A few more commands would take care of that.

Lauren frowned. What had the Professor been saying? Why couldn’t she remember? Her head was all foggy, her thoughts sluggish.

“Yes, professor,” Kaitlyn replied brightly.

Why’s it only me that feels out of it? Lauren wondered resentfully.

“Yes,” the professor nodded. “Next time you can tell me what you think is the best way to reclaim these stereotypes. And keep up researching your chosen stereotype.”

Lauren nodded as well. At least she wouldn’t make a fool of herself asking what she was supposed to do.

Later that day, Lauren stared at her screen. Her tongue played nervously at her lips. She’d had an idea. But she couldn’t, she just couldn’t.

“We need to discuss it.”

Lauren almost jumped out of her chair at the sound of her friend’s voice from behind her. She hadn’t even heard Kaityn approaching. Turning her head around, she started again, blinking.

Kaitlyn was in her maid’s outfit.

“Why are you wearing-”

“You need to the read the message from the professor,” her friend replied. There was something empty about Kaitlyn’s voice. Lauren almost tried to wonder about that. But she couldn’t. She had to read the message.

There was a message.

Lauren read it. Or at least as much as she was able to before the line formed a spiral and the spiral blossomed in her mind, pushing everything else away. There were words on the screen, as well as spiral. She didn’t so much read them as let them sink into her mind.

“We need to discuss it,” Kaitlyn said brightly.

Lauren turned around. Kaitlyn was wearing her maid’s outfit. Of course her friend was wearing that. Kaitlyn always wore her maid’s outfit in their rooms. At least when it was just them. She never wore anything else.

Didn’t she?

No, she didn’t. Kaitlyn always wore that. Nothing else. It had always been like that, ever since they’d started rooming together. Kaitlyn loved playing at being a maid.

“I love doing this project,’ Kaitlyn grinned, knees together and just a little bit bent. It looked so cute. Especially with the stockings she was wearing. “And I can do it about maids. I’m learning so much about them.”

Lauren didn’t want to think about exactly why Kaitlyn loved dressing like a maid and cleaning so much. Even now there was a flush to her friend’s cheeks.

“And you’re learning so much about bimbos. But we need to discuss it.”

Lauren knew exactly what her friend meant. Even if there was a nervous flutter in her chest. Professor Mackenzie had given them something to discuss. They had to.

“Er.”

“These stereotypes are sexy,” Kaitlyn declared. She seemed so certain. Even if she did reach over to brush a bit of dust off the blonde’s desk.

“They are,” Lauren agreed. “And we need to reclaim them.” That was what the professor had said.

“We do. For women,” Kaitlyn nodded.

“For women,” Lauren repeated.

“So how do we do that?” Kaitlyn frowned.

“Men enjoy them,” Lauren replied. She knew that was right. It was true. Plus, it felt like she’d heard that somewhere just recently…

“They do,” Kaitlyn nodded. Her hands were clasped in front of her. Just like a good maid, waiting to be told what to do. “So women should too.”

That sounded right as well. And another thing Lauren felt like she’d heard. More than once. Maybe a lot more than once…

“Men find them sexy,” Kaitlyn said.

“So women should too,” Lauren said, echoing her friend. Then she frowned. Was that right? Did it have to be the same? And what would that mean for the women who were dressed like the stereotypes?

“I should be a sexy submissive maid for women,” Kaitlyn replied. “But that would…”

“I can’t…” Lauren voice was strangled, panicked.

“We need to read the message,” both girls said. Their voices were calm, their emotions clamped and supressed. Lauren knew which message. Not the one she’d read a few minutes ago. Not that she had read a message. Another one. She brought up the one that they needed.

Both girl’s eyes were fixed on the screen. And the spiral that matched the one in their minds.

“Well, that’s easy then,” Lauren smiled. She and Kaitlyn had been discussing it. They hadn’t looked at her screen. “We can reclaim the stereotypes by making them sexy for women.”

“Professor Mackenzie is a woman,” her friend pointed out.

“She is,” Lauren agreed. The ideas seemed so obvious.

“You can show her sexy what a bimbo can be,” Kaitlyn said.

“And you can be a submissive maid for her,” Lauren replied. “Which can be sexy as well.”

“We’re only pretending though,” Kaitlyn said.

“Of course we are,” Lauren agreed. “It’s not like I want to be a bimbo.”

“It’s not like I want to really be a maid,” Kaitlyn nodded.

“Even though they are hot,” Laurn said.

“So hot,” Kaitlyn breathed.

“It’s only for the project.”

“For the project,” her friend agreed.

“Well, girls,” the professor asked next time the roommates went to see her. “Have you thought about how to reclaim these stereotypes?”

“Yes!” the two girls replied, then looked at each other in embarrassment at the force of their reply.

“And…?” the professor’s question hung in the air.

Lauren swallowed nervously. She knew what she had to say. She and Kaitlyn had discussed it. Just like the professor had wanted them to.

She trusted the professor

She wanted to do this project.

“Well, uh,” the blonde began. It was hard. For a moment she almost thought she sounded like a bimbo. Coming to see the professor today hadn’t been easy. Not in the dress he was wearing. It clung to her, showed every curve of her body. And it was so short. She didn’t want to think about some of the catcalls she’d heard as she walked across campus. But she’d ignored them. They’d come from boys. She wasn’t doing this for them.

“It’s, um.”

“We need to do it for women,” Kaitlyn said, filling the gap Lauren had left.

“Do what?” the professor prompted.

“Be a maid,” Kaitlyn replied.

“And, uh, you know, be a, well, bimbo,” Lauren added nervously. God, she did almost sound like one. All she needed to do was say ‘like’ and giggle. Should she do that?

“For you!” Kaitlyn. “You’re a woman.”

“I’m glad you noticed,” Natalie laughed. “But seriously. I think that’s a good idea. Seeing what can be achieved, but in a controlled environment. Very good.”

The two girls smiled at each other. When they turned back, the professor’s screen was facing them. Their smiles dropped away.

Natalie guided them down, deeper and deeper, until every thought in their heads vanished. It wasn’t long before she was satisfied that they were totally under, their eyes fixed on her screen, she rose from her seat. “That’s a very good idea, performing for me. But then, it was my idea.” Laughing, she rose from her seat, allowed herself a few strokes of the brunette’s hair.

“Kaitlyn, with your next report you’re going to include a photo of yourself in your maid’s outfit. Actually, make that a few photos. Make sure you look properly submissive in them. And just a little bit teasing. Get Lauren to help if you need it.” Natalie couldn’t wait to see what the girl looked like. She peered around, grinning at the sight of Kaitlyn’s empty, staring, eyes. She couldn’t wait to see the phots. With a last stroke of the girl’s hair, she moved on to Lauren.

“I do like the dress.” Natalie leant forward, a hand running up Lauren’s thigh. The girl didn’t react at all; her eyes fixed on the screen. “So short,” the older woman added as her hand reached the hem, so far up the girl’s leg.

“Lauren, I think it’s time to start really acting like a bimbo. You’re going to try that. Thinking is going to become a little bit harder for you. Just a little more of an effort. It’s so much easier to smile and giggle and not think. Oh! I know. How about a new mannerism? You should smile and giggle and twirl the fingers of your right hand in your hair whenever you feel nervous. Just like a cute little bimbo should. Try it now.”

The girl did. The smile looked so cute and her fingers twirling in her hair did all sorts of things to Natalie. And if Lauren’s giggle sounded a bit empty, well, the girl was totally hypnotised.

“We’ll summarise that. Get you to repeat it a few times. Let it all that sink in,” Natalie mused, resuming her seat. “And to keep up your research. Then we’ll send you on your way.”

The two friend just stared at the screen.

“And just one more order for each of you. Kaitlyn, tell me that you want to learn everything you can about being a sexy submissive maid. It’s for the project.

“I want to learn everything I can about being a sexy submissive maid. It’s for the project.” The girl’s voice was empty of everything. Just like her eyes.

“And Lauren. Tell me that you want to learn everything you can about being an empty-headed bimbo. It’s for the project.”

“I want to learn everything I can about being an empty-headed bimbo. It’s for the project.”

Oh yes, it is.

(To be continued)