“Stop, my pretty, and listen to me. From your thoughts, I set you free. A beautiful girl with a happy smile, now find yourself completely beguiled.”
    Billy studied Diana closely as the trigger was spoken in his voice, waiting for the moment where her eyes lost focus and the hypnotic trance took her. Instead, Diana scrunched up her nose and frowned.
    “Nope, nothing,” she told him with a shrug.
    Billy let out a sigh of relief. “Didn’t think I’d be happy to see you not fall into trance. Let’s try it one more time, just to be sure. And close your eyes this time. Try to pretend like it’s me saying it.”
    Diana nodded, shutting her eyes and making herself comfortable on the edge of the bed again. When she nodded, Billy lifted up his phone and hit play on the recording. Once more his voice came through clearly.
    “Stop, my pretty, and listen to me. From your thoughts, I set you free. A beautiful girl with a happy smile, now find yourself completely beguiled.”
    He could see Diana focusing, her lips drawn into a thin line and her brow furrowed as she tried to will the trance to happen. But just like before Diana only shrugged when the recording ended.
    “It’s weird. I feel excited when I hear it. Like I know its your voice trying to put me into trance, and my heart starts racing and I get kinda wet from it,” she said, blushing and giving him a playful look. “But it just doesn’t hit my mind when its recorded.”
    “Maybe its a psychological thing,” Billy mused. “Like its not just hearing the trigger, but you knowing that someone is saying it to you.”
    “I definitely feel more excited when I’m looking you in the eyes, knowing its coming.” Diana rose up off of the bed and started to cross the room towards him, a familiar needy look on her face. “Hearing you say the trigger and not sending me into trance is a real tease though.”
    She reached for him, but Billy leapt up from his chair and darted away. He ran to his desk and picked up a notebook, pretending he was looking at notes and not like he was avoiding her.
    “Let’s, uh, move on to the next test.”
    “Do we have to?”
    “We have to figure out how the trigger works,” Billy said, his voice strained. “For all we know there’s still someone out there who could control you. And we have no clue what they might make you do.”
    Diana smirked at him. “What? Like make me into their obedient sex slave and fuck me all weekend?” She threw back her head and put a dramatic arm over her eyes. “What kind of pervert would do that to an innocent girl?” 
    He knew it was meant to be playful, but Billy felt the words like a sledgehammer to the chest. His mind conjured up an image of Sophie, hypnotized and at his mercy. The trigger hadn’t worked, but what if it had? Would Billy have really just let her go?
    Diana peeked out from behind her dramatically posed wrist to see his reaction, only to notice Billy slipping out of the bedroom. “Where are you going?”
    “Phone test,” was all he said, slamming the door behind him and hoping it didn’t look too much like he was running away. Billy rushed down the hallway and into the common room of the dorms, which was thankfully empty. Taking a few seconds to calm himself, Billy took out his phone and dialed Diana.
    “Hi sexy,” she said in a breathy, over the top voice. “What can I do for you?”
    “Stop, my pretty, and listen to me. From your thoughts, I set you free. A-”
    Billy caught movement out of the corner of his eyes. He saw two older male students rounding the corner, laughing loudly to each other, so he quickly hurried to the other side of the room, hoping they couldn’t hear as he frantically hissed into his phone.
    “A beautiful girl with a happy smile, now find yourself completely beguiled.”
    He checked over his shoulder, but the two guys were turning on the TV in the common room and not paying attention to him in the slightest.
    Over the phone came a soft sigh. “Against the mirror, I can’t resist. I must obey my hypnotist.”
    Billy went pale. “Fuck!”
    The two guys across the room turned and stared at him. Billy ducked out of the common room and began racing down the hall. “Diana, can you hear me.”
    “I can, Master,” Diana whispered in his ear. “You should hurry back and fuck me soon. I need your cock so bad, Master.”
    Billy stopped in place. “Wait. Are you fucking with me?”
    Diana’s laugh crackled over the phone. “Sorry, sorry, I couldn’t resist. But seriously, you should get over here and fuck me.”
    “This is not a joke, Diana!” He hadn’t meant to explode like that, but Billy felt all his guilt turning to anger like a match thrown into a can of gasoline.
    He could hear Diana’s stunned silence over the phone.
    “H-hang on,” he sheepishly said. He ended the call, racked with even more guilt than before. Billy was only a few steps from his room, but with the guilt weighing him down it felt like it took a solid minute for him to reach it. When Billy opened his door he saw Diana standing there with a shocked expression on her face. Not that he could blame her. Even with everything they’ve done, Billy realized this must have been the first time he yelled at her.
    “I’m sorry,” Diana said before he could. She looked scared, like a skittish cat afraid of being kicked. It only made Billy feel like an even bigger asshole. “I just thought it would be funny.”
    “No, I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong and you didn’t deserve to get yelled at.” Billy shut his door. His shoulders slumped as he tried to put his emotions into words, but this was all new territory for him.
    “Billy.” It took him by surprise to hear Diana using his real name instead of calling him Master. It made him lift his head, and he saw Diana hugging herself with a concerned expression. “What’s wrong? You’ve been on edge all day.”
    “I’m just… concerned about the trigger. We have to know how it works, so someone doesn’t use it on you.”
    “It’s been over a week, and you haven’t seen anyone trying to control me. You’ve been checking and I don’t have any gaps in my memory or times I can’t remember.”
    “But there has to be someone out there who gave you the trigger! And we have no idea what they’ll do to you! A trigger like this could make someone…” Billy felt his words failing him. He shuffled over to his bed and collapsed into it. Immediately Diana went to him. She draped herself over his chest and kissed at his cheek.
    “Its okay, Billy. We’re going to figure this out and-”
    “Diana.”
    She smiled at him, her eyes shining with trust and devotion.
    “I almost cheated on you.”
    Diana laughed. “What?”
    “I- I tried using the trigger on someone. To see if it would work on them. It didn’t, and I made myself look like a total idiot, but I keep feeling guilty because… because I don’t know what I would have done if if the trigger had worked. You’re so amazing and perfect and I might have cheated on you just because I could.”
    Diana stared at him the whole time he spoke, motionless as if he’d hypnotized her to freeze in place. Even after he finished she just sat there on top of him, staring.
    She opened her mouth, nothing coming out at first. “That’s… that’s okay, Master,” Diana said with a soft, happy smile. “You deserve any woman you want. You-”
    “I’m such an asshole,” Billy said, realizing the problem. Diana had instantly defended him, because what brainwashed slave wouldn’t defend her Master no matter what he’d done? So before she could say a word Billy recited, “Stop, my pretty, and listen to me. From your thoughts, I set you free. A beautiful girl with a happy smile, now find yourself completely beguiled.”
    Diana’s eyes glazed over as the trigger was spoken. He watched her sinking into that beautiful trance, a sight he normally loved so much. Now all he felt was a clawed hand gripping his heart. Maybe it wasn’t really cheating, since nothing had happened with Sophie, but he’d tried to use the trigger on her. It was close enough to cheating considering how lucky he was to have what he did with Diana.
    Diana’s empty eyes lowered to meet his. “Against the mirror, I can't resist. I must obey my hypnotist.”
    “Diana, for the rest of our conversation I want all of my commands and conditioning in your head to be paused. I want you to be your normal self, without any conditioned obedience to me affecting your thoughts and feelings. Do you understand?”
    “Yes Master.” There was nothing happening that Billy could see. Diana was still laid across his chest wearing a vacant face. Then her eyes fluttered. Her frozen smile wilted, just a little. And then Diana nodded. “Its done, my hypnotist.”
    Billy took a deep breath. When he woke her up she wouldn’t be a devoted slave anymore. She’d be the real Diana, capable of any amount of anger at him. Which he deserved. 
    A thought bubbled up in the back of his mind. That even if Diana broke up with him over something like this, it would only take one use of the trigger to get her back. To make her forget it all. That was the control the trigger gave him.
    That thought disgusted Billy enough to say, “Wake up, Diana.”
    Diana stirred, slowly picking herself up off of Billy. She sat at the edge of the bed, glaring down at him.
    “I realized you being my slave would stop you from being angry,” he said, because he had to say something. “Are you… are you angry?”
    Diana nodded.
    Billy gulped, but waited there for her to speak.
    He flinched when Diana cleared her throat. “I think it should go without saying that you shouldn’t cheat on me.”
    “Absolutely,” he agreed.
    “Even if I’m your sex slave, you shouldn’t do something like that behind my back.”
    “Of course.”
    Diana poked him in the chest. “If you want to fuck another girl, just tell me beforehand.”
    Billy blinked in surprise. “What?”
    “Hell, if you asked me for a threesome I’d probably be happy enough to convince my friends to fuck you.”
    “You would?”
    She smirked at him. “Got over that guilt pretty quick, huh?”
    He should have known that was too good to be true. “Sorry. I’m an idiot. And a pervert.”
    “As long as you know.” Diana crossed her arms. “Though it would be kinda hot to be controlled and made to beg my friends to fuck my boyfriend. You’re such a nerd that they’d probably think I’m crazy.” She shivered. “Fuck, why is that hot?”
    “Cause you love being controlled,” Billy told her. “But you also trust me not to make you do that against your will.”
    “That’s right, I do trust you. That’s why I want you as my Master.” She picked up Billy’s hand and held it. “So its scary when I see you not trusting yourself.”
    Billy sighed. What she said made perfect sense. It wasn’t just that he’d been tempted to control Sophie. Diana relied on him too. Especially when there might be someone else out there able to control her too.
    “You’re right. I should be smarter. It was a stupid thing to do.”
    “It seriously was. I mean, I’m your sex slave. You think I won’t understand you getting turned on by other girls? Or thinking about having other slaves? I’ve got fantasies like that too.”
    Billy remembered Sophie, only this time it wasn’t with the guilt that had been smothering him all day. Instead he remembered Sophie blushing, with that strange expression on her face. He’d been so preoccupied with his own fuck-up that he’d forgotten that earnest moment between them. When Sophie had said, “Its not good to let feelings like that stay bottled up.”
    “So instead of feeling guilty and repressing it all until I explode, I should just tell you.”
    “Exactly.” Diana leaned down and kissed him. Billy gratefully melted into the kiss. “We’re both perverts. We’re in this together. Just trust me and tell me before you try and do anything.”
    “I promise.” Then Billy groaned and threw himself back on his bed. “Sophie must think I’m a total idiot. I mean, she always thinks that, but I really made an idiot of myself this time.”
    He felt a soothing hand running through his hair, and looked up to see Diana smiling down at him. “That’s your friend you said was helping you study, right?”
    “Yeah. She’s way too cool for me, and yet we’ve hung out all the time.”
    Diana’s smile twisted, like she had something to say, then let it go. “The way you told me I thought you just said the trigger to a random hot girl.”
    “No, that would be way less embarrassing.”
    “How did you explain it to her?”
    “I, uh, just kinda ran out of the room really fast.”
    Diana swatted him on the forehead.
    “Hey!” he snapped, then remembered what he’d done and figured that was getting off light. “I’ll think of something to say to her to smooth it over. I did tell her that we were dating though.”
    Diana’s hand stopped running through his hair. “Oh. Are we telling people about us?”
    “I’d like to.” Billy craned his head back to look at her. “Or should we not?”
    “We probably should.” She sighed. “I just know my friends are gonna give me crap about dating some weird guy I barely know. I can’t exactly explain that you brainwashed me into dating you.”
    Billy supposed he should have been offended, except her friends would probably be right to be worried. “Sophie asked me if I was blackmailing you into dating me.”
    Diana laughed.
    “First she accused you of only dating me so I’d do your homework.”
    “Ooh, my friends might actually buy that. Can I steal that idea?”
    Billy grumbled but let it go. “Actually, maybe you should manipulate me a little.”
    Now it was Diana’s turn to grumble. “I’m not really the ‘like to be in charge’ type. At least not in bed.”
    “No, no. I’m saying that this whole week I’ve been making all of my fantasies come true with you. But I never really asked you what you wanted to do.”
    She shrugged. “Honestly I’m loving being controlled and being your sex toy.”
    “But you said you had fantasies too. Like you were excited about being tied up the way Donna always ends up tied up in the show. I’ve never really been into that bondage stuff, but I’d love to try it out if you want to experience that.”
    Diana bit her lip, her cheeks blushing. “You really want to hear about my fantasies?”
    “Definitely.”
    “Well, in that case…” Diana smiled slyly. “I have been keeping a secret from you.”

~ ~ ~

Billy stared at the computer screen in front of him in disbelief. “Oh my god,” he said slowly, turning to face a blushing Diana. “You write fanfiction?”
    “I told you not to laugh,” she said with a stern glare and her arms over her chest. Considering all of the kinky and perverted things they’d done that week, it was weird to see Diana actually embarrassed over this.
    “I’m not laughing. I’m just… shocked.” He scoured the page again, looking over dramatic sounding titles to stories all about cartoon women being tied up, kidnapped, put under a magic spell, or just being in general peril. Most of them were about Donna, which was no surprise, but there were a few about the video game space hero Katie Quarantine. And a couple about the comic book hero Torch Gal being at the mercy of her sexy supervillains.
    Billy picked a story about submarine smugglers, and sure enough it was a parody of the episode he’d been watching with Sophie just the day before. Only the robotic tentacles on the sub were being put to much kinkier purposes, as they grabbed Donna and stripped her clothes off. Bound and helpless, the tentacles began to grope and tease her.
    The prose was a tad purple and overdone, not to mention he would have enjoyed it more if there was some hypnosis or mind control involved, but all the same it was hot. What he still couldn’t get over was that the smutty fanfic had been written by popular and beautiful girl Diana. He stared up at her again, to make sure this wasn’t a dream, but sure enough Diana was biting her lip and fidgeting with embarrassment. He’d felt just about the same way showing off his lewd illustration of a hypnotized Donna.
    “So you really wrote all of these?”
    Diana nervously nodded.
    “Damn,” he said with wonder. How many hours had she put into writing all of these stories? “No wonder you were so excited to do a fan-film about Donna being captured. We’d practically be adapting one of your stories.”
    At that Diana coughed. She took the mouse from Billy and clicked over to a different story. From the description alone it was an exact match for Diana’s pitch on the film project. “It, uh, actually was a story of mine. I kind of thought you’d laugh at me or get weirded out.”
    “No way, I was totally into it.”
    Some tension seemed to drain away from Diana. Then she laughed. “You know, we’ve spent all week fooling around instead of preparing for the project.”
    Billy shrugged. “We’ve still got a month. Plenty of time.”
    Diana pouted and crinkled her nose at him.
    “What?”
    “Don’t you think that’s being a tad reckless?”
    “Let me guess, you’re the type who likes doing all your work right away?”
    “And you’re the type to leave it to the last minute,” Diana countered back. They glowered at each other before they burst with laughter. “Seriously though, we should figure out what we’re doing with the project.”
    Billy shook his head and tsked. “If you wanted to get down to business, then you shouldn’t have shown me some really hot Donna fanfiction. Obviously I’ve got to jerk off to your stuff at least once before we start.”
    He’d said it as a joke, only to see Diana stiffen and her cheeks blush hard. “F-fine. Just once,” she muttered, looking away.
    Billy blinked in surprise. He had technically jerked off in front of Diana before, although she had been in trance at the time. He started to smile. “Do you have any recommendations?”
    It only made Diana’s face flush brighter, but she pointed at the screen. “That one. You’d probably like the mind control in it.”
    “Hard to go wrong with mind control,” he told her brightly, and Diana snorted. 
    “I swore I’d never show this stuff to anyone.”
    “But you still showed me,” he said. It was actually touching, the way she was opening up for him. “And you told me about this because I asked about your fantasies.”
    Diana nodded, wringing her hands together. “Yeah.”
    “So these are all based on your fantasies.”
    This time she just nodded, making no noise.
    “So anything I read happening to Donna, is something you’d want happening to you, right?”
    Diana crossed her arms again. “I plead the fifth.”
    Billy smirked and turned in the chair to face her. “Tell me the truth, Diana.”
    She shivered, but stuck out her tongue petulantly. “You made me temporarily not your slave, remember? I don’t have to say anything.”
    “That was only supposed to be for that conversation.”
    “Well that conversation was you apologizing for almost cheating on me, which turned into you wanting to make it up to me, which became me showing you the stuff I’m into so you can make it up to me. So the conversation is still technically going on.”
    “I think that’s just semantics,” he said with a frown.
    “Call it what you want, but in my head you haven’t become my Master again until you make it up to me.”
    “Fiiine,” Billy groaned, before swiveling the chair back to the computer and unzipping his fly. “Then I’ll just jerk off to all your fanfiction and find out every kinky and humiliating thing that gets you off. Then I’ll use it all against you.”
    He heard Diana whimper and smiled. Having Diana act bratty was actually kind of fun. He’d grown so used to having a devoted sex slave agree with him on everything. Which was his life long dream, and it was fantastic, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get to hang out with the real, un-enslaved Diana too.
    But she was being bratty, and he was supposed to be in charge. So he made a show of typing on her computer and said, “Oh wow, just look at your search history.”
    “Don’t look at that!” Diana yelled, rushing over to stop him.
    Billy stood up and blocked her with a mocking smile. “Geez, Diana. I can’t believe you’re into that stuff.”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, still trying to squeeze past him. Of course there wasn’t anything incriminating on the screen, but judging by the fear on her face she definitely had some shameful turn-ons worth hiding.
    “I thought we were going to be more open about our fantasies?”
    “We are not talking about that!”
    “So that’s conversation over, then?”
    “Yes!” she said sharply. Then clapped a hand over her mouth, only it was too late. Diana may have mentally justified prolonging their conversation so she wouldn’t revert back into being a slave yet, but agreeing that the conversation was over was all it took. Diana’s eyes softened, glazing over with a look of devotion. 
    “Got you,” he said, with no small amount of pride.
    Diana’s pliant smile seemed to be equally proud of him. “Thank you for tricking me, Master. I’m sorry I was trying to hold out on being your slave again. Please punish me any way you see fit for denying you.”
    Billy reached out and stroked Diana’s cheek, then uttered the trance trigger to drop her. He savored the light fading from her eyes.
    “Against the mirror, I can’t resist. I must obey my hypnotist.”
    “You can go back to not being my slave again when you wake up. You can submit to me and be my slave again when you feel ready to.”
    “Yes, my hypnotist.”
    “Now wake up.”
    Diana shook awake, then stared at him in shock. “You released me again?”
    “I just felt like tricking you into losing,” he told her with a triumphant grin. “The trigger makes it easy to control you, so I forget how fun it can be putting you in your place.”
    Diana glared at him, but it was certainly the horniest angry glare he’d ever seen. “You ass,” she said in a husky voice.
    “Anyway, I’m gonna jerk off to your fanfic now. You enjoy your freedom until I enslave you again.” With that Billy turned and ignored the clearly turned on Diana, dropping himself into the chair and taking out his dick. He started to read the story and slowly stroke his cock, enjoying the disbelief he saw on Diana’s face in the reflection of the screen.
    Diana huffed and walked away to do something else. He’d certainly have to think of something fun to do to her later. But his thoughts about Diana took a backseat as he kept reading, gradually getting engulfed in the story. She actually was pretty good at writing. Or at least very good at portraying a submissive character doing her best to resist an enthralling kidnapper. Every traitorous desire that Donna felt towards her kidnapper was something Diana wanted to experience. Not just being treated like an obedient toy or plaything, but being shown how helpless she was. To be broken and made to crave the person dominating her. Was this what Diana really craved?
    He would certainly have to play that up for her in the future. To be the cruel, dominating Master who had taken control of her life with the trigger. Fuck, that was a fun idea.
    Billy had gotten so into the story that he’d neglected his dick, using his right hand to keep scrolling down with the mouse instead of jerking off. His cock had gone to half mast, resting out in the open as he was absorbed in the story. Until a soft pair of lips suddenly kissed the head of his dick.
    Billy bounced with shock in the chair, and heard a thump from under the desk, followed by a muffled, “Ow!”
    “Diana?”
    She poked her head out from under the desk and smirked at him. “I wasn’t expecting you to jump like that.”
    “I wasn’t expecting someone to touch my dick. How’d you get under there?”
    “It’s open at the other end, so I crawled in. Were you enjoying the story so much you didn’t notice?”
    Now it was Billy’s turn to blush hard. “Kinda. It’s really good.”
    Billy had seen all sorts of happy smiles on Diana’s face from his praise, but none of them compared to the happy surprise that lit up on her face just then. It was one thing to get praised for sucking cock or being an obedient slave. Yet getting praised for something creative you made? Something you poured your love and energy into? That was a high Billy knew all too well.
    “So what? You thought you’d get under the desk and suck my dick so I’ll cum quicker?”
    “Pretty much,” she said with a shrug.
    Billy blinked and wondered what the fuck he was thinking. “Okay, yeah, lets do that.” He spread his legs wider, his once again hard cock standing proudly out of his pants. He scooted the chair closer, back under the desk until Diana was hidden from view. Then he felt a soft and wonderful mouth engulfing his cock. The sensations overwhelmed him and he moaned for her to hear.
    The mouth dragged itself off his dick, and then Diana laughed. “That good?”
    “Yes,” he said, not even wanting to lie about it. She resumed the blowjob, and Billy practically melted back into the chair as he moaned again.
    There was a light slap on his thigh. He glanced under the desk and saw Diana’s head bobbing on his cock, but her eyes were glaring at him. She pointed up above her head.
    “Oh right. The story.” He straightened up in the chair, let Diana get in a better position to blow him, and resumed reading. He only got a few sentences before she swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock and made him moan again. “You’re, uh, really into this. Does it turn you on that much knowing I’m getting off to your fanfic?”
    “How horny would you get if you saw me masturbating to your kinky drawings?” His cock throbbed hard, and Diana giggled. “Guess that answers that.”
    “Have you masturbated to any of my kinky drawings?”
    “Sorry, got my mouth full,” she said primly, before taking his cock back into her mouth. Billy groaned with frustration, and figured that’s what he got for riling Diana up and ignoring her. She really was a brat when she wasn’t brainwashed into devotion for him.
    Billy knew by then that he was definitely falling for her. Which meant that he had to do everything he could to make Diana happy. Not just programming her with the trigger to be a satisfied slave; Billy would have to put his all into fulfilling Diana the way she did for him. So that she’d never have any reason to doubt him or want anyone else. He wanted Diana to be all his. Forever.
    So he read the fanfiction Diana had written, mentally taking down notes for specific actions that the character seemed to really enjoy. Billy could be the cruel, kinky kidnapper that she craved. And Diana encouraged him the whole time, her mouth diligently sucking at his cock until he was at his limit.
    “I’m about to cum,” he groaned, wanting to warn her. It only made Diana moan from under the desk and work his cock harder.
    Billy shivered in the chair, feeling his climax welling up within him. Then his eyes landed on his phone, which he’d left laying on Diana’s desk when he’d arrived. An idea struck him, but he’d have to be quick. He snatched up his phone and hastily tapped at it, all while his cock pulsed in Diana’s warm, wet mouth.
    He held back the orgasm as best he could. Seconds away from cumming, he hit play on the recording.
    “Stop, my pretty, and listen to me.” 
    Diana went still under the desk, her lips wrapped tight around his shaft.
    “From your thoughts, I set you free.” 
    Billy shuddered as he felt Diana go limp against his leg. Her head slid forward, taking his cock all the way. Her tongue gave a feeble lick along his cock, but all the energy had been drained from the blowjob.
    “A beautiful girl with a happy smile, now find yourself completely beguiled.”
    Billy came. And then Diana began to speak around his dick, even as cum shot down her throat. He felt her mouthing the words of the hypnotic response, and it made the moment absolutely perfect. He collapsed back into the chair, gasping for breath. When he slid the chair back he saw Diana’s entranced face, her lips still pursed around his flaccid cock.
    “Thank you,” he said, before reaching down and tugging on her hair. Diana’s head lifted without resistance. When his cock slid free he saw a trail of cum drool out. Diana was too hypnotized to even swallow. Not without being ordered to. “Swallow my cum.”
    “Yesh, my hypnotisht,” she said, cum and drool leaking from her lips as she spoke. Then she swallowed what was left.
    “Clean up the mess you made,” he ordered.
    “Yes, my hypnotist,” she replied, obediently crawling out from under the desk to retrieve a towel. Billy watched her kneel down and clean before him, feeling content in the chair. Then he remembered the phone in his hand, and what he’d been trying to determine.
    Diana had gone into a trance. It was only a recording of his voice, which had no effect on her earlier. But Diana had been distracted. All she heard was his voice above her. So if Diana didn’t realize it was a recording, then the trigger could take effect.
    Suddenly he imagined some unknown stranger slipping behind Diana. They held Billy’s phone in their gloved hand. They played the recording, and Diana shivered as she heard Billy’s voice reciting the trigger. She went limp, fell into trance as she always did for him. Falling into the waiting arms of the stranger, as she recited how she couldn’t resist her hypnotist.
    That was all it would take for someone to steal Diana from her. It was like a scene right out of Diana’s fanfiction. And in the haze of his own orgasm, Billy felt his cock twitch. It was hot.
    But he’d never let it happen. Billy deleted the recording off of his phone, just to be safe. He thought about telling Diana, but what was the point? If anyone wanted to use the Donna trigger on Diana they’d only have to say it themselves. There was no reason to go about stealing his phone, just so it was his voice being used to trap her. Though maybe that was why he found the idea so darkly arousing.
    “All clean, my hypnotist,” Diana said from the floor.
    Billy shook out of his thoughts. Right, he still had some amends to make to Diana. And her fanfiction had given him plenty of ideas. “Go to your closet, Diana. Lets see what you have to play with.”
    “Yes, my hypnotist.”