Embrace It

Part 6

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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“Do you, like, have to be cleaning all the, you know, time?” Lauren knew that her voice had come out in something like a whine. But that was okay, wasn’t it? Bimbos did whine sometimes. And she was in the professor’s office. She was allowed to act like a bimbo there. So maybe it was all right. It didn’t mean that her friend should be cleaning, however much Kaitlyn liked doing that. They should be paying attention to the professor. “It’s like you’re totally obsessed or something. It’s sorta, like, you know, creepy.”

“Don’t you think she looks cute in that dress?” Professor Mackenzie asked.

“Well, yeah.” The professor did have a point. Kaitlyn looked super cute in her maid dress. “She’s totally adorbs! Like all maidy and stuff.”

Lauren knew that she sounded like a bimbo. But that was what she was supposed to do. For the project. That was the only reason she was doing it. Really. Even if it was fun. And a little hot.

Like super hot, Like, so turned on. She’d been like that a lot, lately. All the time, if she was being totes honest. Acting like a bimbo turned her on. Maybe being a bimbo would be super hot. Lauren didn’t want to think about that. Really, she didn’t want to think about a lot lately. She’d been getting these headaches…

It was easier just acting like a bimbo. For the project. It had seemed even easier in the last few days. Since the last time she’d seen the professor. She’d been thinking about sex a lot lately, too. No surprise, duh, with how turned on she was. Or playing with herself. Not thinking about that much. Playing with herself was uncool. Sex wasn’t. Bimbos got to cum lots when they had sex. That would be super fun. But she wasn’t going to have sex. Not until the professor told her to. Lauren wasn’t sure where that idea had come from. Only having sex with someone the professor told her that she could. So hot. But, like, Professor Mackenzie didn’t know, so she wouldn’t tell her to, so Lauren wouldn’t be getting fucked. Which was probs good, as it meant she’d concen-, foc-, like, doing the project. But her pussy was so hot and needy and she wanted-

She’d only have sex when she was told. By the Professor.

Fuck, that was so hot.

Like sounding like a bimbo was hot. So she could sit in the professor’s office and sound like a bimbo.

Not that the professor’s office was the only place that she sounded like that. Lately she’d been slipping, sounding like it with her friends, them giving her strange looks. Which was totes uncool of them, ‘cause sounding like a bimbo made her feel so good.

Lauren didn’t want to think about it. Thinking about it made her head hurt. Lauren often found her head hurting. Like, whenever she tried doing her work. Her work seemed super hard lately. It totally wasn’t fair. The fingers of one of her hands twirled in her hair. That was so much easier. Looking cute was easier.  It was fun. And easy.

Being a bimbo was easy.

And hot.

“What would you like me to clean next, ma’am?” Kaitlyn asked quietly. Lauren’s friend did look super cute.

“You look hot like that! H-A-W-T!” Lauren blurted. Then she smiled nervously. And giggled. And twirled her hair.

“That’s enough cleaning for now, Kaitlyn,” the professor said, her voice firm but not unkind. “You can do some more later. For now, come and sit down.’

“Yes, ma’am,” Kaitlyn replied meekly.

Wow, she is, like, being totally maidy.

“Now girls,” the professor continued once Kaitlyn was seated. The brunette was sitting primly in her seat. Which, Lauren decided, was right for a maid. But Lauren wasn’t a maid. She was a bimbo. So she should… Wait, what? She wasn’t a bimbo, she was just acting like one. God, her head hurt.

She needed to act like a bimbo. For the project. That was right. Maybe she should just arch her back and thrust her tits out? That sounded like a bimbo thing to do. The professor was still talking. Lauren realized that she should pay attention. So she did. And arched her back. Which turned her on a little bit more.

“I’d like to know how you think you’re getting on. This phase was about you experiencing first-hand how it feels to embody these stereotypes. For a woman.”

Professor Mackenzie was a woman. Something bothered Lauren about that. What did it mean to be a bimbo for a woman? Her head hurt again. Didn’t it mean she was being sexy for a woman? She didn’t feel that way about women. Even if being a bimbo was such a turn on.

Er, should that be acting like a bimbo? Whatevs. It hurt her head too much to think about it.

She had to do it. For the project.

“Well,” Kaitlyn said. “It’s different. When I’m cleaning our rooms, mine and Lauren’s, it’s just cleaning. But when I’m doing it here, it’s actually serving someone. Although it’s not the same as if it was a man.”

“Hmm. A couple of things there, Kaitlyn.” The professor paused thoughtfully for a moment, a gentle smile on her lips. “First, is it really just cleaning when you clean your and Lauren’s room? I thought any sort of cleaning had an effect on you. I don’t want to pry, but we do need to be clear here.”

“Well, uh.” Lauren’s friend shifted uncomfortable in her seat.

“Do I understand correctly, any cleaning is something you find sexually arousing? And cooking and other duties of a maid?”

“Yes?” Kaitlyn offered nervously. Lauren was sure that her friend was surrep-, serrup-, surrup-, uh, totally trying to hide that she was rubbing her thighs together.

“I’m glad we have that clarified. Now, second, is it different doing it for someone as opposed to simply doing it?”

Kaitlyn shrank into her chair. “It’s different,” she replied hesitantly.

“How?” the professor asked clinically. “More arousing? Less? We do need to be specific here.”

“More.” Kaitlyn’s voice was almost a whisper. Lauren stared at her friend. Was Kaitlyn turned on now? God that would be like, super embarrassing for her. “But, like I said, it’s not the same…”

“As if it was a man,” the professor finished for Lauren’s friend. “And why is that?”

“Well, um,” Kaitlyn hesitated. “It’s still, um, well, you know. But I’m not.”

“I understand,” the professor silenced Lauren’s friend with a smile. “You’re doing this for a woman. And you find it sexually arousing when you clean my office. But that doesn’t match your inclinations. What about you Lauren?”

“Like, um, totally,” the blonde replied, unsure whether she was still supposed to be acting like a bimbo. “Like, I like guys?”

“I’m sure you do,” the professor nodded. “But what I meant, how are you finding acting like a bimbo for a woman?”

Lauren stared blankly at the older woman, her brain refusing to work.  Did I just have a bimbo moment? She’d completely misunderstood the professor’s question. “It’s uh, you know…”

“Enjoyable?”

“Uh, yeah?” Lauren replied, twirling her hair nervously and giggling.

“I think you’ve found part of the appeal,” the older woman nodded. “Isn’t it much easier to act in a certain way if you enjoy it?”

That sounded right to Lauren. Enjoying something always made doing it easier. And she did enjoy acting like a bimbo. Like it was fun and you didn’t have to think, and you could be super adorbs and God, her nails looked so cute, the long, fake white nails matching her dress… Wait, was she starting to think like a bimbo? Having a bit of fun was one thing, an indulgent guilty secret, like eating too much chocolate. Chocolate was so yummy, but you totally couldn’t eat too much, ‘cause you had to watch your weight. Being fat was baaaaaad. What the hell? Lauren’s fingers found her temple, her head pounding.

Maybe it was just easier not to think.

“But if we’re being honest here. And I think we should be. Lauren, I think you’re finding that acting like a bimbo is more than just fun. Be honest. Is it sexually appealing?”

Lauren blinked. She had to fight to understand the professor’s words. God, thinking could be so hard sometimes. “Like, do you mean, is it, like, hot?”

“Does it turn you on?” the professor asked.

“Like, totally,” Lauren blurted. “It gets me all, you know, like all hot and-” Lauren stopped and stared at the professor. What had she said? She smiled and giggled and twirled her fingers in her hair.

“Thank you, Lauren. But do you feel the same as Kaitlyn, that’s it not the same for you as if it were for a man?”

“Um, totes?”

“I see,” the professor replied. “I do understand. There is a limit in what you can experience in performing sexual stereotypes for a woman if you are not yourself sexually interested in women. Even if the act is there, the full range of feelings and emotions are not.”

Beside Lauren, Kaitlyn nodded. The blonde envied her friend. She was still trying to puzzle out the professor’s words. Did she mean it would be easier to a bimbo for a woman if she was into women? “That like, totally makes sense, right?”

“Yes,” the professor smiled, turning her screen around. “It does.”

Lauren’s eyes were immediately caught by the lines, by the shifting shapes. By the spiral.

It was so easy now.

“Watch the spiral and let your thoughts go,” the professor said, the two girls’ gazes fixed on the screen.

“Let your thoughts slip away.”

Natalie watched the thoughts vanishing from the girls’ heads. Their eyes widening, just slightly, glazing over to match the empty expressions on their pretty faces.

Not that I expect there’s all that many thoughts in yours to lose, she sniggered to herself, regarding Lauren.

“Falling deeper and deeper. You don’t have to answer my questions until I say. Just repeat ‘deeper, hypnotized’ and as you do, every last little thought will vanish from your mind. Until there are only the spiral and my voice.”

“Deeper. Hypnotized.” The two girls echoed the words in perfect unison. Not that they were aware of each other.

“Deeper. Hypnotized.” Their ears would pick up the sounds of each other’s voice, but their minds wouldn’t register them. They’d obey their commands, too deeply conditioned to do anything else now.

“Deeper. Hypnotized.” They’d been told that there was just Natalie’s voice. Anything else didn’t exist for them.

Just Natalie’s voice. And the spiral.

Natalie let them sit there, repeating the two words, over and over. It was such a wonderful picture to drink in. Two gorgeous girls, the brunette in a skimpy French maid outfit, the blonde in a skintight white dress. Minds empty, simply waiting for her to tell them what to do. She could almost taste them. What it would feel like to run her tongue along that smooth skin. To have their tongues on her skin. To have their mouths worship her. To run her fingers over those legs. To feel their nipples against hers.

“Deeper. Hypnotized.”

Their voices were so empty. Not a single emotion behind them. Not a single thought. It would be so good to have one of the girls eating her out while the other worshipped her breasts. Taking everything the girls had to offer. Have the pair on their knees. Not that they’d spend most of their time there. Kaitlyn was such a good maid. And Lauren would make such a delectable piece of arm candy.

They’d both spend their share of time in her bed. Singly and together.

Or they would, once properly trained.

“I have a present for you both,” Natalie mused, opening a drawer in her desk and pulling out two boxes. “Very special presents. With some very special instructions. Hike up your dresses and lose your panties.”

The two girls did exactly as they were told, rising from their seats, dresses pulled around their waists and panties slipped down and off. Their eyes didn’t leave the screen for a moment, the pair repeating those two words the whole time.

“Deeper. Hypnotized.”

They were still repeating those words as they sat back down.

Natalie drank in the sight of two bare pussies, one hand drifting to her thigh before she pulled herself back into line.

“You don’t even remember getting that done, do you?” she laughed. “A little visit to the salon, under the laser you go and poof, no more hair down there. All gone. I could have let you remember. Have you think it was your own idea. But it amuses me to have you as shaved little sluts and not know when it happened. I’ll tell you a little secret. You’re never going to have hair down there again. Not a one. You’re my first real toys but I’ve decided that’s how I like them. Nice and smooth.”

Rising from her chair she headed around to stand next to Kaitlyn. The brunette’s eyes were fixed on the screen as repeated the two words she’d been given. “Deeper. Hypnotized.”

Natalie leant forward to run two fingers over the girl’s bare mound. Kaitlyn didn’t react at all, but the older woman’s arousal swelled. “Oh yes. I definitely like this. You should too. Let’s change what you’re saying. Both of you keep repeating ‘Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused’. As you say it, you will fall deeper into hypnosis, your minds becoming emptier and emptier. And every time you say it, you’ll become more aroused. Not that you aren’t already, all hot and slick.” She dipped a finger between the girl’s damp folds, enjoying the velvety sensation. “But we need those little pussies dripping.”

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused,” two voices echoed in unison. Natalie watched eagerly as Kaitlyn’s slit visibly started to glisten.

“Spread your legs, you little slut,” she whispered into the brunette’s ear, Kaitlyn immediately obeying.

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

The older woman moved onto Lauren, her fingers gently stroking the bare skin of the blonde’s centre. “Is this turning you on more?” she mused, watching as Lauren’s lower lips visibly swelled and dampened.

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

Lauren’s eyes were so blank. “You do know that one of those words has three syllables? I think we’ll make it so that you have trouble with any that have more than two. Make you so proud of yourself if you do manage more than that. But for now, just spread those legs like a good slut.”

Lauren’s legs parted, her dress hiked about her waist like Kaitlyn.

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

“As I was saying, girls,” Natalie said, reaching for one of the boxes and retrieving its contents. A large, curved vibrator with an obvious clit arm but narrowing at the base. “Presents. Now, who first?” She glanced between the two girls and their exposed, glistening, centres. “Kaitlyn, I think. Such a slutty, submissive maid.”

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused,” the two girls repeated, their eyes still fixed on the screen, their legs spread lewdly.

“You’re so wet this should go straight in,” Natalie grinned. Kaitlyn’s breath hitched, just slightly, as the professor thrust the vibrator home, the girl’s lower lips sealing around the intruder to hold it in place. But that was all the reaction the girl showed. “See? I was right. And then we just…” the professor added as she made sure that the arm was safely snuggled against the brunette’s clit. “Now you just wait there while I attend to your friend.”

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

“Lauran? Are you all good and wet, like a good little bimbo?” The professor allowed herself an indulgence, tracing the line of the blonde’s opening with one finger. “Oh yes. Very wet. Like a good little girl. So this should…”

The intruder slipped easily into place, the girl showing even less reaction than Kaitlyn had.

“All nice and snug,” the professor grinned, gently tapping the arm after ensuring it was properly in place. “Now, your instructions about your new friends. You won’t remember them. You won’t realize that they are there. You’ll take them out at night and whenever else you need to and clean them. But you won’t consciously realize it or remember. And then back in they go every morning or whenever else you have to take them out until I tell you to stop. You’ll happily walk around with them inside you all day not realizing that they are there. Won’t you just be the little sluts, wandering around campus with sex toys all snug in your little pussies? And I’ll send you a message with the same instructions. To make sure you do as you’re told.”

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

Natalie smothered a laugh at the last word. Oh, you will be.

“Get out your phones, unlock them and hand them to me.”

The two girls did exactly as they were told, their eyes never leaving the screens, still repeating those three words, over and over, their minds so empty, half-naked, their dresses about their waists, their legs spread, the intruders in their centres just visible, the narrow base peeking out, the clit arm firmly in place.

Natalie took each phone, scanning a code from the boxes and checking them before handing them back to the mesmerized girls.

“I’ve added something to your phones. A fun little app. You won’t consciously remember that it’s there. You won’t notice it. Look at your phone. See the app you won’t remember. Now open it up.” Two sets of eyes were now fixed on the smaller screen. “Good girls. Now tap the top left button. Yes,” the older woman smiled as a slight quiver passed through both girls. She could just hear the hum of the vibrators. “Wasn’t that fun? Now, you don’t get to do that all the time. That wouldn’t achieve anything. So here’s what you’re going to do. Any time you see a pretty girl or an attractive woman, you’re going to pull out your phones and give yourself a little buzz. You won’t realize that it’s anything to do with your phones. You won’t realize it has anything to do with your new little friends. But seeing a hot girl is going to get your juices really running now. It’ll probably confuse you at first. But never mind. You’ll work it out. Can’t have you doing it all the time though. Say, every five minutes at most? And remember, the two of you are just friends. Nothing more. I don’t want you getting any silly ideas about each other. Now look at me.”

Two sets of blank eyes rose from the screen to look at the older woman. An attractive woman. Two hands reached for phones. Two fingers pressed on the screens. Two bodies quivered in arousal.

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

“Oh, aren’t you just.” the professor crowed. “Very good. And to make sure you get the idea, there’s some more things for you to watch. Eyes back on the screen.” A few strokes of her keyboard and her screen was showing a different set of images. “Ever seen lesbian porn before? I doubt that you have. But you will now. To show you what turns you on. Women.”

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

A few minutes later, two fingers pressed down on screens again, arousal racing through the mesmerized girls as their wide eyes drank in sights of naked women. Women displayed. Women entwined. Women worshipping each other’s bodies. Hot and slick and raw.

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

Tits and pussies and arses. Sinking into minds empty of any other thoughts. Tongues and fingers and lips exploring.

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

Fingers pressing on screens again. Vibrators buzzing in unison.

Women panting in ecstasy as other women buried themselves in their centres, claimed eager, waiting breasts.

“Deeper. Hypnotized. Aroused.”

Again and again. The images sinking into empty minds, the fingers pressing down on those screens, the intruders deep within them reacting, their bodies helpless but to respond.

“Let’s change what you’re saying. Repeat this, and every time you say it, it becomes more true for you. “Women turn me on. I want sex with women. I’m a lesbian.”

Two voices echoed the words, flat and empty. “Women turn me on. I want sex with women. I’m a lesbian.” But Natalie could see the flush in the pair’s cheeks.

Two fingers reached for two screens, the vibrators humming to life. “Women turn me on. I want sex with women. I’m a lesbian.”

And all through it, Natalie watched. Sometimes making them look at her, loving how their fingers would press the screens with their empty eyes fixed on her. Loving that their arousal would peak looking at her.

“Women turn me on. I want sex with women. I’m a lesbian.” Those voices still so empty.

“Every time your little friend buzzes away, those words, those thoughts will fill your subconscious, becoming more true for you.” Natalie could just imagine the pair wandering around campus, spotting a pretty girl, pulling out their phones. Vibrators buzzing away, the thoughts filling their minds.

A few minutes later, those fingers reached for their phone screens again. Lauren’s hips bucked, her first orgasm brought on by the sight of other women. And with the commands Natalie had given her last, she should be just that little bit more of a bimbo. Kaitlyn, even deeply hypnotized, squirmed in her chair, the block on her orgasms still in place. Both girls’ minds soft and open, reshaping. Learning what they needed. What they wanted.

“It will need time,” Natalie mused, eagerly watching the girls as their bodies jerked and squirmed again, another crest taking Lauren, Kaitlyn almost rigid in need, their empty eyes fixed on the screen. “I don’t expect your natural inclinations to change overnight. But that lovely spiral leaves your mind so empty. So pliable.”

“Women turn me on. I want sex with women. I’m a lesbian.”

“Soon women will be all you’ll want. All you’ll need.”

Fingers pressed on screens again, the blonde’s hips bucking, her orgasms coming quicker and quick now, Kaitlyn’s breath heaving as she squirmed in frustrated need.

“You’ll be mine. All mine.”

(To be continued)