Dim light spills into the sleepy college dorm room, Amelia still dizzy from the day's events. She sits at her desk and stares out into the twilight while still feeling her stranger's fingers all over her, inside of her. In the end Amelia was grateful for the gag, having reached an orgasm that put those from yesterday's training to shame. It was the first of four... or was it five? The stranger played her like an instrument, enjoying full access to her body for the whole hour and a little while after until they noticed. Amelia had been staring at the wall clock the entire time but kept her mouth shut, wanting the pleasure to never end. 

A hand trails down between her legs and meets cold steel. Oh that's right, in her dreamy haze she almost forgot how strange it all got while she was locked in submissive headspace again.

"I can give you this pleasure more often, Amy, whenever you need my touch it's yours. On one condition, you give it to me."

"G-give what? Huh?"

"Give your pleasure to me. You said only I can make you feel this way so it seems an easy decision to make. Tell me your pleasure is mine, only mine, and I'll let you cum. As many times as you need to get it out of your system, this dripping lust that has you so easy for me."

...

"My pleasure... belongs to you. Okay? It's y-yours, so please..."

Amelia runs her hand over the smooth metal that locks away her pleasure beneath flowing dress, a lock with no key keeping it secured. She had vaguely heard of men wearing chastity cages as a fetish, but never came across women's chastity belts until she found herself wearing one at another's behest. She remembers how high and mighty she spoke when entering the warehouse yesterday, only to walk out feeling more owned than ever. 

She wants to touch herself so badly, maybe agreeing to this belt was a bad idea after all. No, it just means she's going to have to show up as early as possible tomorrow. Beg for more pleasure, demand it, use her dissertation as an excuse and... 

The brunette slaps her cheeks and exhales, reaching for her phone as she remembers her real priorities. She almost doesn't want to listen to the recording in case it ruins everything for her, but then mentally chides herself for the pathetic thought. "Okay..." She steels herself, knowing there's a chance she only remembers enough of the hypnosis sessions to make it seem that she was aware of the whole thing. A gnawing voice tells her that's not the case... that page she's been ignoring in her notepad that she finally glanced upon after making excuse after excuse not to. 

You're being brainwashed.

Curiously written, as though she knew the girl reading it would not be the same one who penned it. Amelia can't help but concede, as she no longer remembers writing the note down. Judging by its place between other notes, she must have written it before even the first hypnosis session, so what gives?

"Time to face the music..." A fingertip gingerly falls upon her screen and begins playback, Amelia secretly hoping to find nothing unexpected so that she can keep on enjoying the simplicity of giving in under the guise of study but then, if she did find something terrible... wouldn't that be wonderful to have captured for her thesis?

"Very well then, good girl. Lap."

Another snap and Amelia finds herself climbing onto the other's lap, already feeling that submissive headspace begin to take over in anticipation of the flickering light that so swiftly switches her off. "Mm..."

"You're a very wonderful subject, Amy, your suggestibility is quite high despite the act you like to put on. I'll remind you that since I'm only hypnotising you right now to relax you, to bring calm, there's no reason to put up those walls you like to erect. I want you nice and open for me, ready to receive my helpful suggestions. You want me to help you, right?" An arm wraps around her waist again and makes Amelia comfortable and safe, another slipping out that trusty light ready to dazzle her. 

Amelia takes a deep breath and exhales, not even needing the instruction. "Yeah... yes, sir." 

"Acceptance is good, accepting each and every one of my smooth words through your ears and into your mind where they can help. My voice is so easy to follow when I lower it like this, bring myself close. Like the corners of the room it fades into the background, but you still listen and accept the words without needing to focus on what they are. Buzzing background noise, like pleasant static that makes you take a break. Look here, Amy." The stranger holds up that light and Amelia already knows where this is going, so she's surprised when it clicks on and stays there, overwhelming brightness at least according to her compromised judgement. As it circles in a wide arc, Amelia follows it obediently without needing to be told. The circles spiral down into smaller ones, over and over and over until it settles at a fixed point between her eyes. 

"Woah..." The girl's eyes slightly cross so that she can focus on the light, this session feeling more intense than the last and yet somehow...even more relaxing. As the light pushes closer and fills more of her vision, the girl finds her eyes needing to cross more definitively. Her mind feels pressed, like thoughts are oozing out of her ears and mouth, waiting patiently for the hypnotist's words after such a long and unexpected silence. In one swift motion the light clicks off and the stranger's sonorous fingers snap in her ear. Just like that, without the need for words, Amelia's head rolls forwards and her eyes softly close. 

"Do you recall the depths of trance you sunk to last time, Amy? Let's say we're starting there this time, with aim to delve even further down. Some say it's a bottomless pit, these depths you sink into, but that sounds like a challenge to me. It makes me want to see if it's really true. Perhaps a prize awaits you at the bottom, let that drive you." A hand lifts her sleepy head and Amelia sinks into the touch, into distant depths, wanting so badly to reach the bottom for her stranger. She's never felt so dizzy and gone before, loving how trance feels against flush skin, the looseness in her arms and jaw, the comfort in those softly closed eyes. "Are you nice and deep for me, Amy? Nice and lost?" 

"Yes sir..." 

"Good girl." Snap. "Now then, do you remember last time I had you like this? So deep that you couldn't question me, nor remember these dark confessions you tell me once you're back on the surface. Like a black lake, the girl standing over it cannot see into its depths. Do you remember, girl?"

"Yes sir..." 

"Perfect. You're just my sunken Amy, too suggestible and open to say no to me unlike your fictitious counterpart up there. She pretends not to be so weak, but we both know, don't we Amy?"

"Yes sir... we know."

"I'm training her well, a part of her can tell but I don't think the rest has quite caught up yet. Hardly matters either way, it only changes the flavour. Still, I'm going to ask her to remove her boundaries regarding touch. I might not do it so directly, but the fact stands. I need her to give up on that rule, I need to own her pleasure. Will you help me, Amy?"

"Yes sir... I'll help."

"Such a good girl, this is why you're my favourite."

Amy blushes, sinking deeper into owner's arms while feeling so placated and happy. Even if it's only a sleepy fantasy, perhaps one day she could feel like this while awake, too.

"All I need you to do is bite your tongue when the moment's right."