"Elle? Can you still hear me, girl?"

Hands as warm as the embers on a dying hearth claim my cheeks, which are somehow hotter. An impossible heat, I think with an airy giggle that has my friend mimicking the sound. Is she my friend? I think I met her at this party, actually. Another giggle, it must be the drink. We had to come upstairs because I lost my footing a second time and Rachel noticed how embarrassed I was getting... I've always been such a lightweight, I'm only at this damn party because I live here. 

"Yeaaah, I'm still here." My voice is a little distant, so glad to be up in my room where the buzz of the party is just a muffled chorus. When Rachel first brought me up we had to be hastily introduced, my actual roommates wanted to wash their hands of the irksome lightweight but this pretty redhead was all too eager. Having expected her to dump me in my bed and return to her friends, I was pleasantly surprised when she offered to hang out for a while and look after me. Those were the words she used, I think that's when this impossible heat first burned my cheeks. 

Rachel gives an impish grin, before giggling again. "That's not what I asked, silly! Though... hmm, I wonder where you might go." The girl's green eyes scan my room curiously. A pocket watch on my study desk, a collar hanging from my underwear drawer... an innocuous tally counter laying on its side on bedside table. The sort of counter that you click. "Say, what's this?" With one hand holding my shoulder as we sit cross legged on my bed with kissing knees, my new friend leans over to collect the clicker, inspecting it with growing smile. 

"Th-that's... uhm... ahaha." Gosh, I'm so flustered right now. Never in a million years was I expecting to host guests in this sinful sanctum of a college room, I'm thankful we have our privacy in this dorm or my nightly activities would be in the weekly news bulletin. 

"It's at 29, you counting your turds for the month, Elle?" The two of us laugh out loud, though perhaps I lay it on too thick to try and cover my embarrassment. The hand on my shoulder returns to my cheek again and I begin to melt against that winning softness. Despite burning up, I feel like a cube of ice becoming reduced to a puddle of bliss on my bed. They say that college is brimming with bi experiments waiting around every corner, but everybody so far has been as straight as the line I'd be asked to walk in were I to go for a midnight cruise. Hopelessly entranced by Rachel's touch and our present isolation from the rowdy bustle below, I begin to wonder at the other's motive for staying. When my hopes begin to build, I remind myself swiftly that the drink is probably just setting me up for disappointment again. 

Then my world comes crashing down in the best way possible. I had been anticipating it, but wondered if the environment and my embarrassment would lessen the effects. After all, I'd never been hypnotised by a real person before, only files. An innocent click from Rachel's finger to turn that tally to 30... 30 trances. My head sags, held up by that soft hand cupping my cheek as my eyes close and reopen in a flash. It's a sudden trance, over before it can really begin. Still, the effect it has on my libido in this altered state is evident to someone unfamiliar with this kink. I'm all too obvious. 

"Woah... you looked like you were slipping there." Rachel giggles, not yet understanding the power she holds. Without really thinking, she pushes the clicker to 31 and my eyes roll again. Within the span of a single second, maybe two, I enter deep sleep and emerge even hotter than before. Gosh, I'm sweating through my clothes. 

"Damn girl, you sure you're okay?" Rachel won't stop giggling and it infects me like a giddy virus, my room witnessing an outbreak so bad we've no choice but to quarantine ourselves. In that silly thought, I wonder if Rachel will stop over tonight, she would be a welcome addition to my bed between the plush shark and lipstick covered body pillow. "Hmm... okay, I'm messing with you. I know exactly what's up, hehe. You don't mind if I just..." 32, 33, 34... 35.

I blink a couple of times, grateful that my head is being held up by that commanding softness. Wait, I'm already thinking submissive thoughts... I need to remind myself that Rachel is just having drunk fun, she isn't some online mistress that would understand my desires in a heartbeat. The trigger is only supposed to work with people I trust according to the lady in the file, but I barely know Rachel at all... is that how desperate and horny I am? "I-I... woah, uhm. Ehehehe... that's for... I mean." Another slow blink, I'm already feeling heavy after those 6 short trances. 

"Fractionation, yeah?" There's that impish smile again, my heart is pounding so hard as it competes with my frantic breaths. I can't believe what I'm hearing, the heat so intense I'm worried it'll burn these clothes off my body. "I know allll about your little hypnokink, Elle. Your roommates tell me a lot about the fun they have, apparently it took a while for you to take to the fetish but by your second semester you'd forgotten they even had a hand in it. I mean, fuck... isn't that so hot? I think so, I had to see it for myself. Can't believe Jess was keeping something like this hidden away, selfish bitch."

"J-jess? Wait... what do you mean, she's not--" Click. My eyes drift, losing focus as I fight to stop the lids from falling. Click. My eyes lose their fight and flutter closed, Rachel clicking several more times just as they're about to reopen. With playful giggles, she keeps me in this state of drifting, a game of how close my eyes can get to fully opening before she clicks me back down into another trance. Rachel softly fractionates me and I fall into her power helplessly, a part of me realising that my lust is betraying my sense. Isn't that so hot? Rachel's words have infected me, a second outbreak in the stuffy room. 

A few more trances... or maybe more? I lost track a while ago, hehehe. When Rachel's fingers snap, I only rise to waking trance. For all intents and purposes I look like I'm awake, but we both know better. My head is so light, my body more relaxed than ever. "Mmgh... Rachel? Where's my shiiirt?" 

"Don't worry about it, Elle." The words cleanse me like a crashing wave, pulling back into tide with all of my worries and inhibition. 

"Oh, okay... hehe." Gosh... I really am deep, I peek over at the clicker in Miss Rachel's hand and the number seems wrong. I mean, that can't be right. It's well over a hundred already?

Rachel clicks the counter and I realise my mistake, her fingers run through my slick hair and tilt my head back as I apologetically utter the words of submission. 

"I-I mean. Yes miss! S-sorry miss. Wait... why did I call you that?" My mind feels like it has been split into pretty fragments like hard rock candy, scattered across the room haphazardly. That's how I feel, scattered, yet Miss Rachel demands my focus. It's easy to obey her, because she's the only thing in the room I'm still able to focus on. 

"Don't worry about it, Elle."

"Yes Miss!" 

Her hands explore my body and it docilely replies, leaning into her touch but waiting to be led. I stare into the mirror on the wall over Rachel's shoulder and my expression is a blur, eyes unable to focus on the mess of red and smile. As Miss Rachel's hands treat me like a toy, I begin to moan in pleasure, finally using that pent up heat. It makes me so grateful to be used like this, so I pant out thank yous for every grope and caress, through multiple clicks and climaxes, all the way until the dark pulls me onto pillow. I sleep like a princess, having enjoyed the party after all. It was only much, much later when I realised my roommate Jess was actually my owner, that I found out that I was a prize for winning beer pong. Lucky Rachel. 

The next morning, I groaned as I awoke, though from aching flesh rather than foul hangover. My half-lidded eyes stared at the clicker, still in Rachel's hand as the girl snored beside me. 

294 trances.