Really Big Lessons

“Professor Holt?”

Great, of course this was happening today, it had been just a matter of time before Jasmine wanted to talk to him alone. It was Thursday, the week was almost over, and Kyle just wanted to make it to the weekend, but now Jasmine was literally between him and the door. She was older than the average college senior by a few years, and he was an adjunct professor with his master in education and only a couple of years of teaching under his belt, so there wasn’t as much of an age gape…

But that just made it worse.

Jasmine Liang was, objectively speaking, gorgeous, and Kyle had no desire to be alone with her. Especially because it felt like when she looked at him she was always sizing him up to eat him alive. 

Her long black hair was curled sometimes but today it was up in pigtails, and her bangs that framed her round face; that beautiful face with those bright, wide, deep dark hued brown eyes that he could always feel on him felt like they were undressing him… or seeing right through him.

Her makeup was always flattering, and looked deceptively low maintenance, but it was clear she spent a lot of time on her looks, especially on days where she pretended not to. 

Jasmine closed the door to the hallway and took a step towards him. This room was empty for the next hour, so he’d have to come up with a reason to cut this short, but nothing about her made him think she’d accept a line from him.

He was the professor, he was in charge and… 

Jasmine still had her summer tan, and it gave her skin a real glow, especially as the autumn got darker. Yes, Kyle knew Jasmine’s skin had a real glow to it, it was hard to miss because she showed a lot of skin.

It was short skirts, short sleeves, and low neck lines that put her cleavage on display, and boy did this young woman have a lot of cleavage. Every guy in the class was under the spell of her beauty and her tits, and some of the girls were too; it was one more thing made him not trust her.

Jasmine obviously knew she was flirting her way into everyone’s hearts and minds, and Kyle Holt had seen it before, but not like this. He’d even had to deal with flirty students before, but none of them had been Jasmine.

“I’m in a bit of a hurry,” it was true, he was in a hurry to get out of there, “what did you want to talk about?”

It felt odd to dodge one of his students, he was the one in charge, this should have been easy, but when she played with one of her pigtails and stuck out her chest… 

“Oh god,” Kyle thought to himself, “she’s dressed like a school girl.”

She had a short-sleeved white blouse that was very tight, and very revealing, and she was wearing a pleated red and black plaid skirt, but instead of knee socks she had knee high black boots. 

“It’ll be quick, I think,” she had a soft, low, breathy voice that felt affected with how smooth it was, “I just wanted to talk to you about deep trance.”

“Like dance music?” Kyle was genuinely confused, and mildly distracted by the sway in her hips and the bounce of her chest as she walked towards him, positioning herself between him and the door.

She laughed, “No, but that’s so funny. No, I mean like hypnosis.”

“Uh…” she looked right into his eyes and tilted her head slightly then took a very deep breath that made her very large breasts rise and then fall. “I don’t know what that has to do with American history? I think Dr. Armstrong might have written a book about…”

She laughed, “Oh I love her, I’m a psychology major, I take all her classes, but I wanted to talk to you about deeply hypnotized trance, because… you know…”

The words hung there, and he felt like he was missing some critical detail, or that she was having a conversation with someone else. “I’m sorry Jasmine, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Some people,” she took a step towards him, leading with her breasts that he prided himself on ignoring because he was a teacher and she was his student, “get so deeply hypnotized that they black out and get amnesia. They get so deeply hypnotized that they can’t even remember being hypnotized. But I was thinking, since you’re a history teacher, history still happens even if no one remembers it. It still happens, and still has an impact even if you can’t remember, right?”

“That’s all very interesting, but…”

“But, it’s also interesting because people can be really easily hypnotized, really quickly, and I’ve been studying it for a while, and you know I’m a quick study. You know how fast I pick things up, you know how smart I am Professor Holt, so you know if I tell you I’m already a skilled hypnotist, that means I’m probably pretty good, right?”

“I’m sorry Jasmine,” he tried to look past her towards the door and gathered himself to walk past her, “I feel like this is approaching an inappropriate conversation. It wouldn’t be appropriate at all to have you practice with me if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh Professor,” she undid a button on her blouse and he couldn’t believe he was seeing this, “I don’t need to ask to hypnotize you. I’m good enough to entrance you whether you want it to happen or not. After all, for all you know, I’ve been hypnotizing you with my tits all quarter.”

“Jasmine this is way out of line, please move aside. I expect you to drop my class immediately, and if you don’t…”

“Then you’ll keep staring at these?” She pushed her tits together and started to massage them, “You’re no different than all the boys and some of the girls that are already under my spell, I know you’ve noticed how everyone loves me and wants to make me happy, expect you know enough to know better than to stare at my tits, and that just makes it even worse for you.”

She took a step forward and he took a step back.

“You know you’re not supposed to stare at them, especially now as they go up and down and around and round, squeezing you between them, caught in my cleavage. You know you’re not supposed to stare, but you do anywhere, and you’re doing it now, and the more you tell yourself no, the more you know you really can’t help it, the more you know you’re powerless to resist being hypnotized by my tits.”

Kyle took a step back from Jasmine and wondered why he was still staring at her tits as she pushed them up and together, nearly making them spill out of her blouse. 

He wondered if it was the surreal quality of the moment, or if something actually was happening to him, and it was hard to admit to himself that he had noticed her breasts… all the time really. He’d seen her in class every day, and seen them, but he didn’t stare, at least he didn’t think he stared. He didn’t think about her outside of class, he didn’t make excuses to talk to her more, or make pretenses about having her visit him during his office hours.

No, Jasmine was just a good student, and an attractive young woman who happened to have large breasts… large, full, soft, heavy breasts that were…

“You think you know better,” he’d lost his train of thought somewhere in her dark tanned cleavage, and felt a wave of heaviness wash over him, “but that’s because you’re smart. You’re so smart, and that’s what makes this all so easy for me. Smart people think they’re too smart to be hypnotized, but the smarter you are, the better a subject you are. It’s the dumb people that are really hard to hypnotize, and you’re not dumb, so that means you’re easy to hypnotize aren’t you?”

Her words were rolling around his head, just like her breasts in her hands, and as soft and soothing, and even as encouraging as her tone had become, there was a note of authority in it, a note of force and confidence that struck him. He was prone to believing experts and authorities and despite their different statures, she was modeling the behavior of an expert… not in the way she rolled her tits around, her big, soft, heavy tits that rolled and squished and jiggled and…

“…deeply hypnotized trance. And smart people like you feel the pull, the appeal of the subconscious taking over, and depth feels different to some people, but I think your conscious mind can’t resist and you know this, so it would feel better to just surrender to deeply hypnotized trance and fall into hypnotized amnesia, where you could sleep right between my breasts, couldn’t you?”

Something had happened, something had disappeared, maybe it was a few seconds, maybe it was a minute, he didn’t know, but his eyes were locked on her breasts, and the more he tried to look away, the harder it got, and the harder it felt to try not to look at her tits, the bigger they seemed to get.

“You think should know better. You think you should be able to resist, to stop this, but you know that even though you don’t think you want to stare at my hypnotic tis, what you really want is to be put into a deeply hypnotized trance by them. Deep trance feels so good Professor Holt, deep trance makes everything else disappear, even that irritating voice in your head that’s arguing with these big tits. Your eyes know your brain’s wrong, you know you’re sinking deeper into trance now, just notice how hard it is to stand up.”

Jasmine took a step closer, and even though she was shorter than him by a head, and despite the size of her breasts the younger Asian woman seemed to be towering over him as he found himself sinking backwards to the edge of the desk as his knees went weak and a wave of heaviness washed over him.

“This is… this…” he wanted to say unacceptable, but another button on her blouse had come open on its own just from all the squeezing. His outer layers of conscious awareness were being striped away by the assault of her bouncing, jiggling breasts, and Kyle found his wandering, blinking, quieting down mind thinking about how she did look like a grown up sexy school girl, and that he did like the way she looked.

“…is hot…”

The words escaped his lips and shocked him. He felt drunk, he felt very drunk. His inhibitions stripped away, his mind too slow to be proactive all of a sudden, just a raw, reflexive mirror to the moment.

“It is,” her hands were moving in circles now, pushing them together and up and away and down then together again, “and you know you never would have said that if you weren’t already under my influence. You know you wouldn’t have said that if these hypnotic tits weren’t entrancing you and putting your conscious mind down into a very deep trance. If you think about it, you know you shouldn’t have said that, and you know you almost knew better, but you didn’t. Just like you thought you knew better than to stare at my tits all quarter long, and you thought you knew better than to admit to yourself that maybe, just maybe you had a crush on me because of them, didn’t you?”

There was something foolish and illogical about the fact Jasmine was just talking to him in one even, authoritative tone while rubbing her tits, and it didn’t make sense that it was enough to make his body feel weak and his mind even weaker. There was something silly about the idea that her big tits were enough to fascinate him and pull the thoughts out of his head, but as he recognized those things, it just made what she was doing that much more effective.

He was starting to slump down more now. Leaned against the desk as he was, that meant his back was curving and he couldn’t really lift his eyes from her breasts.

“I know you don’t want to admit it, but just think about it. I know it’s so hard to think. I know you’re getting so hard as my soft, hypnotic tits just swallow up everything else, but just think about it. You won’t remember you said it, you won’t remember admitting it to me at all, and it will be such a relief to tell me you have a crush on me and my hypnotizing, entrancing, fascinating, irresistible tits.”

Each one of those words: hypnotizing, entrancing, fascinating, irresistible, and tits were punctuated with a rub, a squeeze, or a squish, and she was so close to him now, so close that his eyes were staring down her top and every breath caught another hint of her perfume. She was all around him, and he was feeling so… so…

“…relaxed and warm and sleepy now as you stare at my soft heavy tits, like two big pillows. You can sleep, you can sink into a deep sleep, a deep trance that feels just like sleep, once you tell me you have a crush on me and my hypnotizing tits.”

Kyle tried to look away, but when his head moved his eyes stayed locked on her chest. Then, he tried to close his eyes and turn his head, but as his eyes closed he fell into the darkness and softness of her voice and forgot what he was doing.

“…feels so much better now, it feels so good to just sink deeper now. And the deeper you sink the harder you’ll stroke for me.”

His eyes opened and he realized he had his cock in his hand, pumping it, sitting in the chair behind the desk he’d been leaning on. Jasmine’s blouse was still on but unbuttoned enough that her bra was fully visible, and he couldn’t look away from her tits. He couldn’t look into her eyes, or down at his hand, he just sat there staring and pumping like a machine.

“Deep trance is so relaxing, deep trance is so peaceful, and it feels so good to forget and fall into my tits. It feels so good so sink into sleep between my breasts. My tits hypnotize you Professor Holt, my tits hypnotize you and control you now, and you want them to. You want them to make you masturbate for me, you want my hypnotic control to override the parts of you that think they need to be in control. You’re smart enough to know you only think you know better, and you’re smart enough to know that sinking deeper into trance, down into deep sleep for me is just what you need to make everything so much better.”

He tried to stop, but the more he focused on his hand, and the more he tried to speak, the faster he kept pumping and the less he had to say.

“All of your words, and all of your doubts are flowing down into your balls, down into that load of cum that’s building up now, flowing down with all your conscious memories of what’s happening to you. And the best part is, you won’t remember this, but when you cum, your subconscious mind will never be able to forget how hypnotic my breasts are, and how powerful a hypnotist I am.”

Jasmine knelt down in front of him then, and put her hand on his, “Be still now. Be still and silent, and look into my eyes, look deep into my eyes.”

His hand fell away from his cock and Kyle couldn’t help but obey. He tried to speak, but he had no words.

“Oh, the light’s back on, but it’s okay. Look deeper into my eyes Professor Holt, deeper and deeper now.”

He stared deep into her dark brown eyes, eyes that were almost black, eyes that swallowed him up as she slowly stroked him. She leaned in and gently kissed then licked his cock, and spoke to it as she kept eye contact with him.

“When you cum, you are going to sink even deeper into trance, deeper down into hypnotized sleep, and when you do, when you cum, you will consciously forget everything that has happened to you, because you know you can’t remember this. You can let yourself remember what you’re doing and what I’ve done to you. You can’t remember, because you can’t let yourself be this person in your own mind. So you’re just going to cum for me in just a moment, and then you’re going to give yourself permission to forget.”

Slowly, unbearably slowly, she wrapped her lips around his cock and slid her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him all in, swallowing him in warm, wet softness.

Kyle felt his body shudder and his hips jerk as he came hard and fast between his student’s lips…

But did he?

Everything was gone.

Time twisted and bent in on itself and he was gathering up his notes and walking to his office. He’d stayed behind a few minutes to talk to Jasmine about her last paper, and she was mercifully very focused on the class, and not on making small talk or flirting with him.

She was a good student and he was afraid maybe she’d gotten the wrong idea about what was acceptable conduct with him, but that wasn’t the case, Jasmine Liang did great work and was a joy to have in class.

Friday was finally here and he was ready for the weekend, but when Jasmine asked to talk to him after class again, there wasn’t any rush. There wasn’t a class waiting for him, or for the room, and a few minutes with one of his favorite students wouldn’t hurt.

He felt bad about liking Jasmine so much, but told himself it wasn’t that they were close to the same age, and that she was a beautiful woman. He told himself it wasn’t the deep cleavage she was showing off today in her pink dress, or the confident energy that matched her black boots. He told himself again that it wasn’t the large breasts that stood out on her small frame, and just said, “What can I help you with today Jasmine?”

She smiled and adjusted her glasses. She was wearing thick black framed glasses today and had her hair up in a ponytail, but nothing about her was ever lazy, everything was a chosen look.

“This is only kind of history related, but what do you think of deep trance? I was studying the phenomenon of hypnotic amnesia in my psychology class, and we were talking about the question of how people act when they don’t remember or know something critical or important has happened, and it reminded me of what you were saying about lost collective memory and the way traditions and histories can be lost in a generation. And it made me wonder what you could lose if something happened yesterday, and you don’t remember it, if maybe the actions would leave like a psychic imprint?”

“That’s all way out of my expertise, but even when history’s forgotten, it still happened. And I think there’s something more to people and individuals having that kind of amnesia, but I don’t really know about hypnosis Jasmine.”

She smiled and her hands kept massaging her breasts just like they had been when she started talking to him. And it was wonderful to just watch her breasts in her dress, the cleavage pushed together more, their shape rolling in her hands, the softness commanding his eyes to focus only on her breasts. Nothing mattered, all he needed to do was be helpful and happy.

“You don’t have to know about hypnosis to be in a deep trance do you Professor Holt?”

Slowly and softly her heavy breasts rose and fell under her touch, and slowly and easily his hand moved between his legs, pulling out his cock. It was wonderful that Jasmine knew what he needed. It was so wonderful to masturbate for her and show her how much he loved her hypnotizing…

Hypnotizing…

“What’s…” the “happening” was lost in his throat as he blinked.

“Oh Professor, why don’t you just look at my huge, hypnotizing tits and…”

He started to blink and the world started to blur at the edges. Jasmine’s soft voice and soft breasts made everything so simple and so easy and…

His hand fell away from his cock.

“This is wrong, I can’t…”

He couldn’t look away from those massive breasts in her hands, and that deep cleavage, but he couldn’t let himself just float in the softness.

“The hypnotized mind can do whatever the hypnotist wants it to. And since I want you to do these things, and you have done them, that means you can do them doesn’t it Professor?”

He wanted to reach back down and start stroking, it felt natural, but, but he couldn’t…

“You can’t…”

He stopped himself, because she had. 

“You’re the one who can’t stop himself from staring at my tits. From masturbating to my breasts when I want you to. From going into deep trance when I let you stare at my hypnotic breasts and say the words Deep Trance.”

He felt heavier than before, his eyes wanted to close, he wanted to feel his cock in his hand and fall away into the softness.

“Why are you…”

There was something there, some chain of events, some logic and some reason woven together into a rope he could pull himself out of this mess with.

“It’s not for grades. You know I’m smart, you know I work hard, it’s why I’m such a skilled hypnotist, and why I’m so good at hypnotizing you. I don’t need your help when I pick up everything so quickly, like I picked up on your deep submissive side. Besides, any one of the hypnotized boys and girls in class would love to do my work for me if I needed it. And yes, I’ve hypnotized everyone I flirt with in here, just for practice. But you, I just want to control you and make you obey.”

His eyes closed as she spoke, and the words melted into the sound of her voice, and he didn’t know what she was saying, and didn’t consciously understand anything she said after how she was good at hypnotizing him, but his subconscious soaked it up. Then he was back.

“I’m…”

“You’re going into deep trance as you stare at my tits and masturbate for me, the harder you stroke the deeper you sink, and the deeper you sink the easier it is for you to just fall into a deeply hypnotized amnesic sleep. You can’t let yourself remember, it’s too much, and too hard for you. Just forget and fall and stroke for me.”

Kyle knew he was getting close to cumming for Jasmine and her hypnotic tits. He knew he was hypnotized by her and by his crush on her and those huge breasts. He knew he was going to cum himself even deeper under her hypnotic control, and he knew he would do it for her because she wanted him to. It was easy to be helpful and happy with Jasmine.

Helpful and happy.

Her lips were so soft, and her eyes were so deep and dark.

Warm and soft and dark and…

Kyle was enjoying his Saturday when he heard a knock at his door. It was a lazy day inside, a dark late fall day where there was no reason to leave his apartment, and no reason to…

He opened his door, and Jasmine Liang was outside.

Seeing her out of context, seeing her in a long tan raincoat, seeing her here, it made something click in his brain.

Something…

She’d hypnotized him and made him masturbate to her tits while she programmed him to obey her, and then sucked him off and made him forget.

It had happened twice.

His brain fired up and connected the pieces.

The tedious blathering that hid her seductive, flirty, covert attempts to hypnotize him all cascaded into the obvious and ridiculous chain of events and he… he… he… he…

“Hi Professor, look at this.”

 Jasmine didn’t unbutton her coat, which he’d expected, instead she held up a silver pocket watch on a long chain and started to swing it back and forth. “You want to look at it. You want to watch it. You want to be hypnotized by me. You feel so good when I hypnotize you, and it’s not just my tits, it’s being hypnotized, it’s what it does to your brain, and you feel like you need it.”

It was simple, all he had to do was close the door.

But… but the swinging watch was so compelling, and as it swung back and forth, his eyes started to feel so heavy while he watched it. He blinked and felt a strange, welcome heaviness, something he felt like he remembered, but like a dream and not a conscious experience.

“You’re so smart Professor Holt, you’re so smart, and smart people make the best subjects. Smart people need the relief, the release that comes from being hypnotized. There’s no reason to watch the watch swinging except that you know it’s hypnotizing you, and that’s what you want. There’s no reason you shouldn’t close the door on my face, except that you just want to be hypnotized by me again.”

He heard what she said, and he agreed that there was no reason to keep watching, and disagreed with her assessment that he wanted to be hypnotized, but as his eyes started to flutter and his shoulders started to slump, everything was getting so foggy, including his reasoning.

“It’s okay Professor, just watch it swing, and listen to the sound of my voice. My words are so soft and warm, and you feel so good when I talk to you like this. You like me, you have a crush on me, you think you know better than to make this mistake over and over, but you keep making it, so clearly it’s not a mistake at all. I want you to realize it, that’s why I’m not saying those two words you can’t consciously remember now, but your subconscious will never forget.”

His chin was sinking, his eyes were struggling to stay open, his breathing was slow and deeper than normal, and as he tried to decide to shut the door, she lowered her voice and whispered, “Besides, how would I know where you lived unless you told me. But you don’t remember telling me do you? Just sleep standing up, and let me back inside you now.”

A cloud of nothingness, soft and formless washed over him and then his door was closed and she was standing in his living room. Kyle blinked and self-consciously wiped some drool from the corner of his mouth. He was about to tell Jasmine to leave, and that he didn’t want any of this, but then she started to unbutton her long tan coat.

“Your subconscious is getting addicted to being hypnotized be me, and it’s all tangled up in your little crush on my big, hypnotizing breasts. Everything you feel is getting braided together, the arousal, the psychic relief of hypnosis, and…”

Jasmine’s coat slid off her shoulders, revealing nothing but an ornately pattered black lace bra and panties, “Your own deeply repressed submissive side. You hide it behind your intellect and the authority that comes from being in control of your class, but at your core you’re very submissive.”

She slid her hand down between her legs and rubbed herself over her panties while she grabbed one of her breasts with her other hand and gave it a little squeeze. “Hypnosis is very relaxing, and it does relieve stress, and we all have stress in our lives, but the stress that an unrealized submissive man’s mind feels is very different. Why do you think it was so easy for me to have you masturbate right in front of me on campus?”

“I, I don’t… Jasmine, I can’t let you do this. I don’t know why I’ve let it go this far, or what you did to me in class. But this is a mistake, you know it is. You know…”

“But Professor Holt,” both of her hands were on her breasts, and just like in class she was rubbing them and pushing them together, “you’re not in control here. You have no control when…”

He didn’t catch what she said next as his thoughts hiccupped and he found himself transfixed by her breasts. He stared at her hypnotic tits as his mind became unfocused. The more he stared, the less he thought, and the less he thought…

“…the less aware you are of who you are. Losing yourself to my breasts, sinking again into hypnotized sleep with your eyes open. Time is fading, and your memory is disappearing while my tits get bigger and bigger, filling up your empty head, compelling you to touch yourself again. You cannot resist me, you cannot resist them, touch yourself now.”

His hands moved by themselves, fumbling over his pants, rubbing himself before undoing his belt and pulling his cock through the flap in his boxers. He stared down at her breasts, glassy eyed, slowly masturbating to the site of her tits as they reinforced their hypnotic control on his mind and body.

“Jasmine…” pleasure was smothering his confusion, but his voice found enough of itself to say her name.

“No talking Professor, just staring, stroking, and obeying. You cannot resist my hypnotic tits, your mind craves deep trance too much.”

Those two words, deep trance, made his shoulders slump, his chin dip, and his eyes start to flutter. He felt disconnected from himself, and it was harder and harder to keep stroking himself, but he couldn’t stop so he just stroked more slowly.

“Look at my tits Professor, your eyes are always drawn to my big, hypnotic tits, and any time you see them, they make you want to please me and make me happy because you have a crush on me. You have a crush on my hypnotic tits and any time you see my cleavage, you feel the need to please me and make me happy because you need me to like you. It doesn’t matter where we are, or what you’re doing, my tits make you need to please me. I’m your favorite student, and when you’re in class you’ll feel the desire to please me, but you won’t show it, and you won’t stare, but you won’t be able to stop yourself from noticing these big hypnotic tits that you love so much, and as you notice, you’ll feel this little relief of hypnotized relaxation, making it easier for you to pretend not to stare. You understand, because you can’t resist the deep trance my hypnotic breasts put you in. It’s why you’re stroking your cock for me right now, and it’s why you’re going to cum on the floor for me in 3…”

Through the fog, he looked down and saw his cock in his hand, and saw the carpet he was standing on.

“2…” he tried to stop his hand, and tried to stop himself from the pleasure that was building and building as he straddled the edge “…look at me Kyle, look at my hypnotic tits…”

He looked up to her breast and watched as his student removed her bra and he stared at her huge, perfect, naked breasts as she said “1… cum” and that was exactly what he did.

A thick, full load shot from his dick and splattered onto the carpet, and she reached out to touch his face, “Go clean that up, you don’t want it to leave a stain.”

He started to move, his body coming to life in a jerky and robotic fashion, struggling with the pants that were now around his ankles, as he walked into the kitchen to get a roll of paper towels.

When he came back into his living room, she was naked, fingering herself on his couch, “Clean it up, then come here and kneel. You want to do this, you need to do this, obedience gives that overwhelmed brain of yours relief and peace. The ignorance of mindless obedience feels better than cumming, and your brain is already addicted to it. Every time you fall into deep trance, you get more hooked on my hypnosis, and that means you get more hooked on my hypnotic tits.”

Deep trance hit again, harder than before, and more than the simple need to avoid a cum stain on his living room carpet, her orders punched into the center of his brain and took over his body.

He was kneeling in front of her, between her spread legs, staring up at her breasts and only partially watching her finger herself. 

It didn’t make sense.
That was hotter than a pair of big naked tits.

He knew this, and his confusion was growing, cutting through the pleasure

following the moment of clarity that could come with cumming. He knew it didn’t make sense, but the more he tried to watch her finger herself, the bigger and more captivating her tits became.

“It would make me so happy if you could watch the pocket watch again Professor Holt,” as she said those words, she dropped the pocket watch by its chain and started to swing it back and forth in front of her pussy while she slowly teased it.

He wanted to make her happy, it was easier than being confused, but it still didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense to let her keep doing this, and it didn’t make sense that hypnosis could make him do this.

But, as he watched the watch, as his eyelids started getting heavier and heavier, his mind going blank as she started to whisper “deep trance” over and over, he couldn’t stop himself from melting down into nothingness. He was nothing now, he wasn’t in his own head, he wasn’t aware of himself, and as she told him to eat her out, he couldn’t stop himself, because he wasn’t himself.

There was nothing, and nothing was what the deepest part of him needed.

Then...

He was inside her, fucking her from behind as she fingered herself. He was fucking her like he loved her, fucking her like she was the only woman he could ever love, fucking her with everything he had, and… and…

“Look at my tits, hypnotized by my tits, lost in deep trance for my hypnotic breasts. You need to please me, you cannot resist me.”

They were on his flood, and she was straddling him, slowly sliding up and down on his cock, and every slow slide down, every time she took him deeper inside herself, it felt like he was about to cum, but his body couldn’t do it.

“As you stare at my tits, you’re remembering the last two days, masturbating for me, then feeling me suck you off. Remember what I made you do, remember what I did to you, and feel your memories becoming fantasies. Fantasize about fucking my brains out after class. Fantasize about getting your dick soaked in my cum, fantasize about fucking me the way you just fucked me, and feel reality and fantasy become one and the same. Only I decide what is real and what is a dream. Only I decide when and how you cum, and whenever you see me and my tits, me and my cleavage, you will do whatever it takes to make me happy, and that includes not cumming without my permission.”

Her huge tits jiggled and bounced with her slow, merciless milking of his cock, and the agony of feeling so much pleasure so deep inside her was stripping away the interiority of his mind.

“Your smart brain wants to solve this problem, to make sense of these contradictions and untie the knots I’ve tied you in, but the more you think you want to solve this, the more you want to rely on your intelligence, the more powerful my breasts become, because my hypnotic breasts are the escape you need from your identity and your sense of self. The more you try to outsmart me, the more you surrender to my hypnotic control now, because you need to escape your own intellegence.”

He couldn’t speak, couldn’t find two thoughts to rub together for a spark of intellect, and then she leaned forward so her tits were pressed down on his face as she said, “Cum into deep trance now.”

Cum.

Into.

Deep.

Trance.

Now.

“Professor Holt?”

Great, of course this was happening today, it had been just a matter of time before Jasmine wanted to talk to him alone. It was Monday, the week was just starting and Kyle wanted to get to his office to finish grading papers, but now Jasmine was literally between him and the door. She was older than the average college senior by a few years, and he was an adjunct professor with his master in education and only a couple of years of teaching under his belt, so there wasn’t as much of an age gape…

But that just made it worse, because it seemed like her huge breasts filled in every open space between them whenever he looked at her.

It wasn’t just her tits though.

Jasmine Liang was, objectively speaking, gorgeous, and while Kyle had no desire to be alone with her, part of him wanted to make her happy. He couldn’t describe it, he thought he was too old to want to please the hot girl in class, and he thought being the teacher would have insulated him even more, but there was something about her, something specifically about her tits that seemed to override his better judgment, and that made him remarkable uncomfortable…

…especially because it felt like when she looked at him she was always sizing him up to eat him 

Her long black hair was curled today, and she was wearing a tight pink sweater and right white pants with her black boots, and when she smiled at him as he tried to look past her before he realized all he wanted to do was look at her tits.

“What can I do for you Jasmine?” The question made him smile, it made him match her smile. He couldn’t explain why he felt so put upon by her, and why it made him feel so happy, but those two conflicting feelings disappeared when she pulled out a silver pocket watch on a chain.

“Did you drop this?”

She held it up and as he looked at it he felt a sudden wave of lethargy wash over him, but he didn’t recognize it, “It’s not mine, I’ve never seen it before.”

“That’s funny,” the watched started to swing back and forth in front of her sweater-clad breasts, “ because I was going to ask you, if you can’t remember something, if you forget something has happened, it still happened. And just because you can’t remember it, it’s still a part of history right? Like if it happened to your people, or if it happened to you, just because you can’t remember, it’s still a part of your history right?”

As the watch swung back and forth in front of her breasts every word she spoke grew softer but more forceful, and as he watched the watch and stared past it at her breasts everything else faded away and he felt like he was floating inside his own body.

“Yes,” he slurred out the words, “that’s true.”

“Deep trance Professor Holt. Deep trance with your eyes open.”

The door to the classroom opened, but he didn’t see who it was. He just started at the watch, his cock hard and… in his hand as he stroked and stared.

“Hello Kyle, I’m Dr. Armstrong, I’m here to check on Jasmine’s progress with you, and to tell you how you’re going to serve my agenda for the university…”

She kept talking, and every word grew softer and sweeter, and then he felt soft lips wrap around his throbbing cock as Dr. Armstrong poured her honeyed words into his ear until his balls were filled to bursting and he was gushing himself into obedience to her while her student, his new Mistress, swallowed the last of his free will.”