The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Story: Change of Conviction

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((codes: MC, FD, MD, MF, FF, FT))

Author’s note: This story is a continuation of ‘Change of Mind’, and as stated, is very similar in content to bw’s ‘Born to Make You Happy’. This chapter also mirrors his/her story very much, but the idea came to me before I ever read his/her story. Really. Still, as before, I wish to give bw ‘props’. I liked it. Hope he/she likes mine.

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April shook her head. “Sorry. I told you once already. I’m not interested in men. Not in the slightest. Still, maybe we can talk trade sometime... letting you have Mel every once in a while, and letting me and Bonnie have a turn.”

That had been three months ago. Jean Danvers had used his knowledge of hypnosis and psychology to hypnotize his fellow classmate Bonnie Carter. It had been tricky, getting her to trust him, to allow him free unrestricted access into her mind, and he’d had to bargain with Bonnie’s close friend April Hardsill to get her aid in tricking Bonnie into going along with him. It had worked perfectly; Bonnie was now his lovestruck, enraptured slave. April was happy, too, for as part of the bargain, Jean had hypnotized April’s friend Melissa as well, leaving her open and vulnerable to April’s lecherous manipulations.

Melissa had been a bit of a tease in school before, with men panting after her, all eager to do anything to spend time with her. She loved the attention, and encouraged it, using her feminine wiles to get anything she wanted. Not that she actually put out. Her hand may have stayed open, but her thighs stayed firmly closed, opening only for her own gentle ministrations time to time late at night. April had suspected that Melissa was a closet lesbian, or at least bi, but a gentle probing on the subject met with a nasty, scathing results. “Me? A carpet munching little lezbo? Ha! You MUST be joking!” she’d said. “Just because there aren’t any guys around here hot enough to spend my time with doesn’t mean that I’m some lezzy bitch either!”

Now, as Melissa knelt, completely naked, eyes wide and glassy, lovingly sucking and worshiping April’s bare toes, April thought back on those words with amusement. In a way, having her arrogant but beautiful friend reduced to her lesbian playtoy was almost anti-climatic. Since the day she’d made that hurtful comment, April had longed to have her this way, her loyal, obedient, slut, eager to please her sexually, or any other way she desired. She’d masturbated many a night dreaming of having her own hot and ready sex slave. Having her wet-dream come true had delighted her... for a while. Melissa had been stubborn, and even deeply hypnotized, unable to escape, she had resisted. It had taken many weeks, many repeat sessions, to finally break her, to change her into the ‘carpet munching little lezbo’ she had so feared and reviled weeks before. Coming down from the small orgasm her slave had brought her to, she realized with a start that THAT was her problem.

She was bored.

The challenge, the battle of wills, the fight of bending Melissa’s will, and beliefs, to match her own... that was what had made the experience so arousing. Now that she was properly subdued, properly enslaved and set in the proper mindframe, Melissa didn’t seem nearly as attractive as before.

Let’s face it. I’m a power-junkie, she thought glumly, as she pushed her eager little slut away. Now that the challenge is gone, it’s no fun anymore. I need a new challenge, a new conquest. I need some fresh blood.

Not very likely. April herself wasn’t trained in hypnosis. Jean had actually induced Melissa for her, had implanted a trigger word to put her under again at a moment’s notice, and had told her how to go about getting around her friend’s moral convictions, and how to change them. For her own part, she knew only about mind control what she’d read online in the story archive she’d found. The only way she’d be able to have the thrill, the challenge, of breaking in another deeply entranced girl, would be to deal with Jean again.

“Oh well,” she said, reaching for the phone. “He isn’t half bad... for a geek. Maybe we can make another deal like last time.”

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Jean felt completely surprised when April called. Bonnie, resting comfortably against him, reached to the dresser and handed him the phone. “Hello?” he’d answered, yawning slightly from the exhaustive marathon sex he and Bonnie had just had. His brain cleared and the cobwebs vanished when he recognized the caller’s voice. “April! Hi! How are ya? This is an unexpected surprise! How are things going with you and Melissa?”

“Oh, fine, fine, just fine. She’s completely tamed now. She’s everything I had hoped she would be.”

“Great,” Jean replied, running his fingers lightly through Bonnie’s golden locks. “I was glad to do it for you. You helped me get Bonnie after all,” he said, leaning forward to kiss his weary slave girl lightly on the lips, making her coo softly. “Honestly, I think I got the better end of the deal.”

April sighed. This was the opening she’d been hoping for. “Well... funny you should say that, Jean. Melissa is wonderful, and all... she’s very devoted, very considerate, and damn, what a talented tongue! But... well... I was thinking, maybe it would be nice to have... you know... some new blood?”

Jean hid a sigh. It was about what he had expected. “Ah. So you want me to help you make over someone else?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, it’s not going to become a regular thing, or anything. I just thought maybe having a new girl would be fun, exciting, adventurous. Besides,” she said in a low, conspiratory voice, “you know you enjoyed the hunt as much as the capture, same as me. Come on. What do ya say?”

He considered for a moment. “Well... yeah, I do kinda miss it. All that studying and training and practicing is kinda going to waste on just Bonnie.”

“Great! So, you’ll do it for me?”

“Hmm... yeah, I suppose so. But April, dear, what do I get out of the bargain?”

April frowned. “You? Um, well, what do you want? Would you like to have Melissa come over sometime and—”

“No, no thank you,” Jean cut in. “I never really much cared for her. She was always kind of a bitch, you know? Actually, I was thinking...”

April let out a loud huff over the phone. “For the last time, no, Jean. I don’t do guys. Get it through your thick head, I just don’t run that way!”

“Hey! Easy! Calm down!” Jean protested, causing Bonnie to stir. He caressed her soft pale breasts, relaxing her back down into the beginnings of slumber. “I wasn’t going to ask that, April,” he continued softly a moment later. “I was thinking, maybe I could pick up another girl myself, add another lovely lady to my stable, so to speak, and that you could help me trick her, like last time. I was thinking about Mandy, you’re old roommate from your Sophomore year. Think you could convince her to let me show her the joys of hypnosis, and how they can improve your GPA?”

“Mandy Conners? Sure. That’d be a piece of cake. So, do we have a deal?”

Jean smiled. “You bet. We’ll set it up like last time, and we’ll meet in the library, the reading room, just like before. So... who have you got your eye on?”

She thought for a moment. “Renna Jameson. You know, the cute little pixie of a brunette in our Chemistry class.” She licked her lips at the thought of her.

“You have nice taste,” Jean commented. “Okay. I help you get Renna, you help me snag Mandy. Even trade. So, let’s set this up for tomorrow evening, around seven.”

“Great. See you then.” April hung up the phone.

Jean placed his own back on the cradle. Glancing over at Bonnie’s sleeping face, he sighed softly. Truth be told, he really didn’t want another sex slave. He was perfectly content with the girl he’d sought since his Freshman year. Running a hand gently along her slender lightly tanned body, caressing her shapely legs, teasing her clean shaven mound, he smiled to himself. Yes, we was perfectly happy sharing his bed with Bonnie Carter for the rest of their lives.

But still... a little variety is nice, once in a while.

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Renna frowned, following closely behind the lovely blonde girl as she made her way upstairs to the library’s second floor. “But hypnosis?” she asked. “That stuff’s a lot of bologna, you know. Swinging watches, or staring into spirals... I watched the Fabulous Rogeau when he came to town last year, and I talked with some of his so-called ‘victims’ after the show. They said he paid them fifty bucks to pretend to act like a duck, or oink like pigs! You really don’t expect me to believe this geeky little nerd can actually do it?”

Bonnie bit back the retort resting on the tip of her tongue. After all, to the public at large, Jean wasn’t her strong, loving, handsome, godlike center-of-the-universe Master, he was just that, a geeky nerd boy. Renna was still one of the unenlightened... for the moment. Besides, her Master had instructed her on what to say and do, so with a supreme effort, she shrugged of the disparaging remark, and smiled back at the girl.

“Trust me, Renna,” she said casually brushing back a strand of golden hair. “I’m living proof. He hypnotized me and April a few months ago, to help us learn our material for class without having to spend hours and hours studying. You KNOW what my grades were like at the beginning of the year. I was, like, scraping the bottom of the barrel. But look at me now! I’m on the frickin’ honor roll!”

That, indeed, had been a very pleasant side effect of her enslavement to Jean. He’d done as he’d promised in the end, using her trance to improve her memory and recall, and help her concentrate on the materials in class. As a result, she’d quickly turned her GPA around, much to the envy of her classmates, and delight of her father. Not that she cared for such things anymore. After all, if Jean was happy with her performance, that was all that mattered.

“Well, I don’t know,” Renna said doubtfully. “It still sounds like a bunch of bull to me. How could he have figured out how to do it when so many others out there, professional magicians and such, have to use bribes and fakery?”

Bonnie thought for a moment. “Well, Ma—Jean told me once that not everyone can be hypnotized. At least, not easily. Its a wide range. Some people, like moi, are good subjects, and go under at the drop of a hat. Some people are bad subjects, that you have to practically hit over the head with an anvil to get a response. Most people fall somewhere in between. As for stage magicians, back home I saw the Amazing Kreskin, and he was for real! He called my mom out from the audience, and made her do all sorts of things... and believe me, you couldn’t pay my mom enough money to act foolish in public! So, I guess there are fakers out there, but there are just as many that CAN do it. And Jean is one of them.”

Arriving at the Reading Room door, Renna started, looking up to see April and Mandy heading their way. “Hey, guys, what are you two doing here? Don’t tell me you’ve come to see the ‘Amazing Danvers’ in action too?”

Mandy sighed, rolling her eyes skyward. “You too? Man, its a regular convention! April, I really don’t want to do this. It’s embarrassing enough to even consider something like this without half the school knowing about it.”

Bonnie gave April a small quick wink. “Don’t worry about it, Mandy,” she cooed. “It’s just between us girls. We can all keep a secret. Besides, who cares whether everyone knows or not in the end? We’ll all be getting perfect scores and high grades, and isn’t that what counts in the end?”

“Yeah,” April chimed in. “Heck, it worked for me and Bonnie, and you don’t see us walking around acting like mindless zombies.”

“Or clucking like chickens,” Bonnie added.

At that moment, Jean peeks out from the room. “Ah, good, you’re all here. Perfect timing. I was just finishing setting up the room. Now, then, if you’ll come on in and have a seat,” he said, holding the door open, “we can get started.”

April and Bonnie walked in without hesitation. Sighing deeply, Renna and Mandy soon followed suit.

Waiting until everyone was seated comfortably, Jean walked around to the head of the table and began. “Now, I’ll assume you two newbies have your own preconceived ideas of what it’s like being hypnotized. You might even think that its bullshit, that its just fake, or that you can’t be hypnotized, or that I plan to turn you both into mindless zombies or something. That’s not reality.” He turned to look them both in the eye. “Let me tell you how it is. Hypnosis is simply a tool, a way of relaxing you beyond a level a person reaches under normal conditions, a total relaxing of mind and body. When hypnotized, a person can’t make you do anything you wouldn’t normally do under optimal conditions. I can’t snap my fingers and make you both into mindless zombie sluts, or anything.” He chuckled lightly. “That kind of thing only happens in bad B-movies on Cinemax or Showtime.”

Bonnie and April chuckled as well. It was true enough, a hypnotist couldn’t make a person do anything they didn’t really want to do. The trick was in making the person THINK they wanted to do what was being asked.

Jean continued on and on for several minutes, describing in length what he intended to do, and how it would be done. April noticed with interest that the long boring details of the endeavor had Renna and Mandy both quite frustrated and a little anxious. Their emotions were both running on high, and she could tell they were quickly reaching the point of wanting him to stop talking about it and go ahead to do it, just to get it over with. Sliding a hand between her thighs, up under her skirt, she fantasized about what it would be like, breaking in Renna as her new lesbian slut.

“Now, do you both understand what is going to happen?” Jean asked, finally coming to the end of his monologue.

“YES!” Renna and Mandy all but screamed in unison. “Just get on with it, dammit!”

Jean shook his head. “Tsk tsk tsk, ladies. I need you both to relax for this to work. And you don’t look very calm and relaxed right now.” Walking over to his stereo, he pushed the PLAY button, turning on the Enya CD he’d brought along. “This should help set the mood, I think. And I’ll just dim the lights a bit... like that. Oh, and girls, if it’s not too much trouble, would you both take off your shoes, and your jackets? I want you to be as comfortable as possible.” He moved to a chair directly across from them and sat, waiting.

Reluctantly, the two girls did as asked. Renna shrugged out of her denim jacket, showing off her lovely C-cup breasts, average sized, but mammoth-looking on her tiny frame. Mandy, the taller, bustier redhead followed suit, sliding off her red turtleneck sweater, revealing her own DD cup breasts, barely contained by the stylish black bra, easily visible through her white T-shirt. Their shoes soon followed, Renna kicking off her high heeled clogs, and Mandy unzipping and sliding off her black mid-calf boots. Jean, crossing his legs to try and hide his erection, slid his chair towards the two girls, facing them.

“There now, isn’t that better? Don’t you both feel more relaxed and comfortable now?”

“Actually... yeah, kinda,” Renna admitted.

“So, what’s next, Svengali?” Mandy asked, with amusement. “Going to take out the old pocket watch?”

Jean grinned. “Actually, I use a small quartz pendant a friend of mine gave me a while back, not a watch. Anyway, first, I just want you two to relax a bit more. I’m going to put Bonnie under first, so you can see what it’s like, and then we’ll put you under. Bonnie, come sit over here, please.”

Eager to be under her Master’s control again, Bonnie nearly skipped across the room, sitting down where indicated. “Now, keep in mind that Bonnie is a VERY good subject,” Jean said, grabbing the two girl’s attention. Bonnie stifled a moan of pleasure; a conditioned response to being called a GOOD anything by her Master caused her pussy to moisten. “Bonnie will likely go under very quickly,” Jean continued, “because once you’ve been hypnotized, you tend to get used to it and go under easier and easier every time after that. Like exercising a muscle, it gets easier every time you do it.”

He took out the crystal pendant and held it before Bonnie’s face. She gasped slightly, feeling the urge to sink down deep, but she resisted, knowing that her Master needed her to prolong the experience as much as possible. Exerting what little willpower she had—or rather, the willpower her Master had graced her with, as she was only a SLAVE, she truly had no will of her own—she forced herself to stay awake, and stay conscious, until her Master truly wished her to go under. Her eyes tracked the shining, twinkling crystal as it swung, however, rocking back and forth, catching and scattering the dim soft light of the room, dazzling her widening eyes with their gentle gleam.

“You see the crystal spinning dancing before you, Bonnie,” Jean intoned, swinging and spinning the pendant. “Watch carefully, closely, watch how it catches the light, making it shine, and twinkle, like a small, beautiful star. See how it dances, sparkling so brilliantly before you, drawing your gaze, delighting your vision, as you stare deeper and deeper into its myriad depths, peering through the ever changing facets of each tiny window. Let the light shining in it draw you in... deeper, and deeper... pulling you in, as you stare deeper, and deeper towards its center, feeling YOURSELF being drawn in as well, being tugged... pulled deeper... into the center of the crystal... your strength, your will... being SUCKED into it, being drawn out of you... leaving you deeply relaxed... your energy fading, feeling tired now, weary, so very very weary...”

Jean, glancing sidelong, noticed Renna and Mandy yawn, then shake themselves lightly. Glancing back with peripheral vision, he saw April do the same. Smiling, he continued. “So tired, so very tired, you can barely keep your eyes open... eyelids so heavy... but no, you can’t close them, not yet, still watching the crystal dance, watching the beautiful sparkling lights at its center. So beautiful. So very beautiful, that you can’t stop watching them, even with your tired, heavy eyelids... pressing down... wanting to close sooo badly...” The girls all yawned again, their eyelids fluttering. “The crystal, sucking more and more of your energy away, leaving you so relaxed, so deeply and completely relaxed, your body going limp and boneless now, unable to feel or move any part of yourself... except your eyes, always watching... wanting... NEEDING to see the crystal, staring at it, unable to turn away, needing to see it... wanting to fall into it...”

Bonnie, for her part, was hanging on by a thread. Her entire being seemed to want to dissolve away to nothingness, to disintegrate into dust, to be swept up and absorbed by the marvelous dancing crystal before her. Her eyes were so heavy, her weak slave body so tired, so empty, devoid of vitality. She longed to let go. She ached to submit, to go deep into the trance her Master was brining about. Only her deeply imbedded, already implanted, need to serve her Master’s will in ALL things, kept her from going under. Hold on, resist, until the others are in my sway, He’d told her. When I tell you to sleep, only then will you be allowed to sink deep for me. Till then, you must walk the razor’s edge of trance, without crossing over. Gazing longingly at the sparkling lights that filled her vision, she thought dimly that her feet must be sliced to ribbons from walking along the edge so long.

At the side of the room, April yawned for the eighth time. Jean seemed to be having trouble putting Bonnie under. From her own personal experience, she knew it got easier and easier to slip under the more times you were hypnotized. She knew he entranced his slave girl regularly, if not every day, as a kind of sexual foreplay. Yet, she seemed to be resisting, not quite falling into that deep, warm, very pleasant trance. Her own eyes felt heavy as she remembered that feeling... that dreamy weightless feeling, that displaced sensation, the sense of being there, yet not quite there. Her sessions with Jean had been nice, very relaxing, and despite her apprehension that he might try and take advantage of her, he’d proved himself time and time again. Of course, since she’d obtained Melissa, the object of her desire, she hadn’t had any need to be hypnotized by Jean again. A part of her missed it, if only a little, the freedom of being out of control, of being completely vulnerable to someone else, of being able to trust them so completely...

“...like to be able to see the crystal, in your mind, even with your eyes closed? Well, when I count to three, your eyes will close... but you will STILL be able to see the crystal, still be able to gaze deep into its center, and see the soft pretty lights dancing.” He nodded softly to Bonnie. “One. Two. Three. SLEEP!” Instantly, Bonnie ceased her resistance, diving headlong into her submission. Her head dropped down as if her spinal cord had been cut. Jean, smiling to himself, noted with interest that his long-winded monotone monologue had put both Renna and Mandy into a similar state. Knowing they were under, but only lightly, he leaned forward, whispering softly into Bonnie’s ear, activating her hidden instructions on what to do next. Then, as the entranced girl rose to her feet, he turned his attention to Renna and Mandy.

“Renna? Mandy? Can you both hear me?” he asked quietly.

Mandy stirred slightly, lolling her head to the side, nodding weakly. Renna answered directly, in a very soft voice. “Yes.”

“Good. Very good. You know that you’ve both been hypnotized, don’t you? Watching Bonnie go under has put you both into a trance as well, hasn’t it?” Again, they responded with a yes. “Good. Good. Now that you’re both hypnotized, we can start helping you like we discussed. You both want me to help you, so you can get good grades, and do well on your exams, don’t you?” Once more, they responded in the affirmative. “Well then, you will need to listen very carefully. You are both in a trance, a very LIGHT trance, but hypnosis is like the ocean, full of varying depths. You can sink deeper, or float up higher, depending on the current that guides you. My voice will be that current, and as you listen, you will now sink deeper... and deeper... yes, good. Good girls. I want you to sink steadily into your trance, going deeper and deeper, losing more and more of your will, your thoughts, your very selves, as you sink. There is nothing to fear, no need to worry, no need to even think. Just relax and go deeper, so that I can help you. You want me to help you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Renna and Mandy said in unison.

“And I want to help you both as well. By listening to me... doing as I tell you, I can help you both with your problems. I can make everything better for you, and all you have to do is to do whatever I tell you. Will you do that for me, Renna?” She nodded. “Will you do that for me, Mandy?” Mandy bit her lip, frowning. “Mandy, you DO want to get good grades, and not have to study so hard, don’t you? You said before you would do ANYTHING to pass your classes, didn’t you?” Mandy swallowed, her head lolling back and forth. “Mandy, you have no reason to be afraid, no need to worry. You are perfectly safe. Just decide, now, if you want to get good grades or not.”

Mandy thought for a second. “Yes... I want... I have to... do good in school...” she whispered softly.

Jean smirked. “Yes. And I can help you do good in school, Mandy. I can help BOTH you and Renna do good in school. But to help you, you MUST do whatever I tell you. You have to do what I say, for me to help you. So... will you do whatever I say, Mandy?”

Unable to fight the ‘dream-logic’, Mandy finally consented. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Now then, I want you both to relax again, as you go deeper and deeper for me... down so deep that every thought in your mind becomes light and floats out of your head like tiny bubbles... leaving your mind completely blank. Once your minds are completely empty, you will signal this by raising your hand.” Jean smiled, watching the two girls sigh, leaning against each other, as they took in all his suggestions.

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Meanwhile, across the room, April was getting her own ‘special treatment’ from Bonnie. Still dazed from the earlier induction, April had fallen into a light trance of her own, Jean’s words having brought back memories of her own hypnotic sessions with him. Bonnie, likewise hypnotized, had left her seat, leaving her Master to further indoctrinate the two new girls, and moving over to stand beside April.

Walking behind the stunned girl, Bonnie began massaging the temples of April’s head, gently, in rhythmic circles, leaning close to whisper softly and nibble on her earlobe. “You feel so good, so relaxed, don’t you, April?” she said, rubbing and stroking her just as her Master had instructed her. April, having almost regained consciousness, slipped back into the warm relaxing embrace of lethargy at the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed once more. Bonnie smiled softly.

“You feel so relaxed, and calm... so peaceful. You mind is starting to drift, April, drifting gently along to the sound of my voice... letting it guide you along aimlessly, like a small leaf caught in the wind... blown to whatever destination I desire it.”

April moaned softly, sinking deeper. “You’re completely open to me, April, open to my words, and my will. Your thoughts are scattering in the wind, just like the little leaf that your mind is now... being blown away, scattered, leaving your mind totally empty of any thoughts at all.” April, feeling something not quite right about this, lolled her head, pulling out of Bonnie’s sweet embrace.

“Nhh... nnhhaaa.... noo... can’t let... you... take me... deeper...” she moaned softly, trying to gather her reserves. Bonnie smiled wickedly, moving around in front of her, sliding into April’s lap. Sitting, facing her, she spread her legs, and wrapped them around April’s waist, grinding herself vigorously against her.

“You can’t fight it, April,” Bonnie whispered relentlessly. “You cannot fight me. Even now, you’re going deeper and deeper for me, your mind going empty as I give your body the touch... the sensation... the pleasure it desires... but your mind must be empty to receive the FULL pleasure. And you WANT that full pleasure, don’t you, April?” She slipped a hand up inside April’s skirt, finding and caressing her slightly slick cunt. April answered with a deep moan. “Good girl. You’re already wet for me. I like that. It pleases me. Ah, but it will please me MORE... and pleasure YOU more... if you let go of the last of your resistance to me, April. Only when you stop fighting and submit to me, completely, will the Full Pleasure fill you.”

The tiny shred of April’s mind that was still intact knew what was happening. She had fallen into a trance-by-proxy, and Bonnie was taking advantage, trying to put her completely under. She knew she had to resist, had to fight it, but the feel of Bonnie against her, of her hand teasing and tickling her sensitive mound, and the overwhelming desire to relax and go deeper, was more than she could handle. Slowly, bit by bit, she felt her will dissolving, unraveling like a caught thread being pulled, slowly at first, then faster, and faster, as Bonnie’s lovely slim hand worked over her most tender places.

“Your pussy is your mind now,” Bonnie intoned, sliding a finger, then two, fully into April’s cunt. “Each thrust inside send my will deep into you, and each retreat pulls away more of your resistance... thrusting in, my will... sliding out, your resistance... thrusting in, my will... sliding out, your resistance... IN, my will... OUT, your resistance.”

April, her breathing low and shallow, deeply flushed, began to repeat the words as well. “Innnn... your will... ooouuuttt... my resistance... iiinnn... your will... oouuuttt... my resistance...”

Bonnie smiled, reaching up with her free hand, unbuttoning April’s blouse. Her bra soon joined her blouse on the floor, baring April’s modest D cup breasts, her nipples achingly hard and tender. Bonnie, before her transformation/exultation to slave, had never given much thought to other women’s bodies; she personally bore no ill will against gays and lesbians, but considered herself one hundred percent straight. Of course, she had been a free-thinking person then. Now, staring at April’s luscious breasts, knowing her Master desired it of her, she found herself deeply attracted to the helpless lesbian girl.

“Now, April,” she whispered huskily, “I want you to cum for me, to cum, at my command, as proof that you have submitted fully to me. Cum, now, and be my slave!”

April’s back arched painfully, and her vaginal muscles clenched tightly around Bonnie’s slender digits. Moving quickly, the blonde beauty put her lips to April’s open mouth, kissing her, muffling her screams of pleasure as she came, lest they unwittingly attract unwanted attention. She continued to pump steadily in her lover’s spasming snatch, working her through three more orgasms before letting her rest. Sighing, dripping between her own legs, Bonnie smiled at the mesmerized girl, softly stroking her hair.

“Good girl,” she whispered softly. “Very good. Your new Mistress is very pleased with you. Now, my little April Flower, I want you to open your eyes, but remain deep in trance. Then I want you to undress me, and come with me over to the corner. Then, you will pleasure me, and worship my dainty little toes, sucking and nibbling on them, until I cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” April said softly, breathlessly.

“Good. Now open your eyes.”

Eyes open, but wide and glassy, April began obey her Mistress’ commands. Gingerly, she removed Bonnie’s clothes, then standing, removed the rest of her own, following her over to the far corner. Bonnie stopped her, however, just before April knelt down at her feet. “Tell me, slave, who controls and commands you? Whose power are you in?”

April blinked. “You do, Mistress. I am in your power.”

Bonnie smiled. “And you will do whatever I command?”

“Yes, Mistress. Whatever you command.”

“And who owns ME, my slave?”

April thought for a moment. “Jean is your Master. You are his slave.”

“Yeesss... I am his slave... Master’s slave...” Bonnie hissed softly, eyes fluttering lightly. She shook off the pleasure of that admission, and returned her focus to April. “Since I am your Mistress, and you obey me, and Jean is MY Master, and I obey him... then who is YOUR True Master, my slave?”

April frowned, biting her lips, as her mind followed the logic trail to its conclusion. “Jean... is my Master?” she asked, as if unsure.

“Yes, my slave,” Bonnie answered. “He is OUR Master. Yours and mine. He commands, and we obey. He is our Master, our Owner, our Trainer... our God. He is the center of all that there is... the nexus of our very existence. I am your Mistress, April... but HE is MY God, my ALL, my Universe! He is as far beyond me as the bugs and gnats and insects are above human beings! It is HE to whom you truly belong to now. You are HIS slave.”

“I... I am... no!” April said, trying to muster the dregs of her resistance. “No... I... I can’t... I—”

“Slave!” Bonnie said briskly, grasping April by her chin, forcing her to stare into her eyes. “See the crystal, in your mind.”

April’s expression turned sleepy again, and her eyelids drooped. “The... crystal... mmmmmmm... the lights... dancing...”

“Yes. Good. Good girl. Watch the crystal, and let it sparkle in your mind, drawing away the last of your resistance. Now, repeat after me. Jean is my Master. I will obey.”

“Jean... is my... my...”

“JEAN is my MASTER,” Bonnie repeated, shaking April’s head violently, eyes still locked on hers. “I will obey! Say it, slave!”

April moaned. “Jean... is my... Master. I will... I.... will... obey.”

Bonnie nodded softly, releasing her grip. “Again.”

“Jean is my... Master... I will... obey.”

“Again.”

“Jean is... my Master. I will obey.”

“Again.”

“Jean is my Master. I will obey.”

“Jean is my Master. I will obey.”

“Jean is my Master...”

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At the same time, on the other end of the room, Renna and Mandy were chanting a very similar litany of their own, letting the words trickle deeper and deeper into their minds with every refrain. The two beauties had stripped down to their birthday suits, Mandy somewhat reluctantly, and were now caressing and stroking one another’s naked bodies, staring into one another’s wide glassy eyes, as they spoke the words. Their bare feet rested in Jean’s lap, gently massaging his erection through his pants, as they stared deep into each other’s eyes. Each girl saw only the crystal dangling in their mind’s eye, completely absorbed in the spectacle, only subliminally aware of each other, and the pleasure they were both giving, and receiving.

“We will obey Jean. We have no will but his.”

“We will obey Jean. We have no will but his.”

The words repeated over and over, burrowing deeper and deeper into the girls’ somnolent minds with each repetition. Glancing across the room, he saw that Bonnie had April in a similar state, her sweet supple lips moving as she stared straight ahead at nothing.

He felt a momentary pang of guilt. April was a friend, a confident, one of the few people on campus that actually treated him like a person. She’d trusted him enough to let him hypnotize her all those months ago, had trusted him enough to let him inside her mind, where she was most vulnerable. He had helped her, of course, reinforcing her ability to concentrate, and to remember what she had learned. She had come here tonight, thinking herself safe in his company; yet, he had tricked her and taken advantage of her.

But... it’s not like she’s an innocent, or anything, he argued with himself. After all, she used me to sink her hooks into Melissa, to change her entire personality to suit her own needs. She called me here, asked me to do the same thing to another girl, to help her start a whole fucking lesbian slave chain! I mean, it’s not as if she didn’t have this sort of thing coming to her. Glancing at his dark haired companion, kneeling down in front of his slave girl’s feet, he sighed. She is damn beautiful, he admitted to himself. If only she had been willing to compromise on the whole sex thing, I wouldn’t have even considered this. But let’s face it: she’s too damn hot to let slip through my fingers again!

“We obey jean. We have no will but his. We obey Jean. We have no will but his. We obey Jean...”

Jean moved to the center of the room and snapped his fingers loudly. The room went quiet. Renna and Mandy blinked, shaking their heads in confusion for a moment, trying to find their bearings. Mandy, recovering first, glanced down to find herself naked. Eyes wide, she gasped, covering herself, wanting to scream but finding herself unable to. Renna grew aware of her situation moments later, and jerked to her feet, wide-eyed and frightened.

“Now, now, girls, calm down,” Jean said, holding up both hands, placatingly. “Everything is okay. Just sit back down and relax.” Lulled by his voice, locked under his suggestion to obey him, they sat. “Now then, you’re probably a little confused about what just happened. To put it simply, I hypnotized you both. You two were totally out of it, and just for fun, I decided to make you take off all your clothes.” He chuckled lightly.

Mandy was not amused. “You fucking pervert!” he hissed. “How DARE you fucking do this to us? Who do you think you are? When I get out of here, I’m going to the Dean and have your ass expelled!”

“No, sorry, I don’t think so, Mandy,” Jean said calmly. “I think you’ll be doing just what I ask you to do. You see, while you were under, I did a few changes... made a few slight alterations, to your basic ideal system. You obey me now.”

“We have no will but yours,” they answered without thinking, then gasped. Jean laughed.

“You see? You’ll do anything I tell you, because deep down you know that I really only want to help you. I’m smart... what you girls call a ‘nerd’, but that just means I know a lot of shit. I know what’s best for you, and so you both decided in your minds to obey me, to do whatever I instruct you to... and I do mean ANYTHING.”

“What do you want from us?” asked Renna.

Jean thought for a moment. “Actually... nothing. Just your silence. You two were just an ends to a means. April was the one I was really after, not you. And thanks to this whole little scene, I have her just where I want her.” He gestured back behind the two girls. “So as far as I’m concerned, you two can just walk out of here and never have to worry about me again. All I ask is that you keep all this to yourselves.” He narrowed his eyes. “That means, no going to the Dean, trying to get me kicked out of school. No telling the teachers, the guidance counselors, or your parents about what I did to you. No spreading the word about this to the students, or trying to warn everyone about me. In other words, just keep your mouths closed, and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

Mandy frowned. “That’s it? Just keep quiet, and we can leave? What kind of idiots do you take us for?”

“I dunno. How many kinda are there?”

Mandy huffed, crossing her arms. “You don’t expect us to believe you’re just going to let us walk out of here unharmed. What’s to stop me from going straight to the Dean right now?”

Jean sighed. “Well, you can TRY. As I said, I hypnotized you and made a few changes. You were just stripped naked without even knowing it, Mandy—this isn’t a game or a joke. This is REAL. If you want to go public and make a big thing about this, then go right ahead. I can cover my own ass. I just hope you realize that doing that will seriously PISS ME OFF! And remember... I have the keys to the doors of your mind.”

Renna shivered. “Let it go, Mandy. Let’s just get dressed and get out of here before he changes his mind, okay? I don’t want any trouble.” Grudgingly, the two girls quickly gathered up their clothes, dressed, and fled, leaving Jean alone with his other two subjects.

I hope Mandy’s smart enough to keep her mouth shut, Jean thought to himself, watching them leave. I have no problem with her, personally, but I’ve always thought she was kind of a bitch. Oh well.

Walking to the far corner of the room, he turned his attention to Bonnie and April. Seeing Jean, Bonnie immediately left April’s embrace, pulling free, moving to kneel at his feet. April, still stuck in her routine, continued to chant softly, staring straight ahead an the imaginary crystal pendant in her mind. Taking a moment to caress Bonnie’s cheek, he moved to April.

“April, my dear dear friend,” he said softly. “I didn’t want it to come to this, but you really gave me no choice. If there’s one thing that really irks me, it’s greed. Oh well... perhaps you’ll feel better about things once you have a whole new outlook on life.”

Gesturing to his slave, Jean stood by as Bonnie carefully and gracefully removed his clothing. Once naked, he turned back to April, still chanting softly, believing the words more and more with every second. Jean reached out and touched April lightly on the cheek. “Slave april,” he said solemnly, “I am your Master. You will obey me. You will accept my words as truth. You will believe what I tell you to believe, and you will think what I tell you to think.”

April nodded stiffly. “Yes, Master. I will obey.”

“Tell me. What is your sexual orientation?”

“Lesbian.”

“No, slave. That is an illusion. You think what I tell you to think. You are not a lesbian. You are bi-sexual. You love men AND women.”

April blinked. “I... I am bi-sexual. I love m... mmm.... men... and women.”

Jean sighed, noting the slight hesitation. “You DESIRE me, April. You wish to make love to me.”

“I desire you. I wish to make... l-l-love... to you.”

Again the hesitation. “April. You do not fear me or distrust me. You are perfectly comfortable with me. The sight of me makes your pussy quiver with pleasure. The thought of serving my pleasure makes you hot, horny, and very very wet. You crave the feel of my cock inside you, inside you pussy, filling you with pleasure like you’ve never felt before.”

April’s head shook only slightly as she repeated back the words. Her nipples, already stiff, were growing harder, and the scent of her arousal began to fill the room. Her hesitance grew less and less with each command, as her increasing libido began to override her natural personal tendencies. When Jean finished ten minutes later, the one stolid lesbian brunette was nearly panting with the desire to suck her Master’s cock.

Jean smiled at her whimpers. True, hypnotized, he could make her do whatever he wished, having her service him regularly, but he wanted the changes to take, to become permanent, and to enjoy having April as his willing sex partner and submissive. He knew from experience, however, that a single session of hypnosis wasn’t enough to make such a huge change of convictions stick. Tempting as it was to simply push her over a table and fuck her brains out, he relented, making her get dressed, sit down, and watch as her took Bonnie instead.

“OOOHHHHHH YEEEESSSS MASTER!!” Bonnie cried out with pleasure as her slave cunt sucked and pulled at the thick hard member slamming into it. “YESSS!! TAKE ME! FUCK YOUR SLAVE GIRL! LET MY BODY FUCKING PLEASE YOU MASTER!!”

Jean, panting with the effort, stared directly into April’s still-glazed eyes. “Listen and remember, slave,” he panted loudly, over Bonnie’s cries. “Listen to the passion in her voice! Listen to the sound of her fulfillment! I want you to watch as I take her... ughhh... as I... ugggh... make her cum... with me... uhgghh... and I want you... to remember! To think about it... dream about it... and desire it... ughh... ughh... ugggghh... with all your heart! UGHHHH!! UGGGHHHHH!! Oh, yeah, little one! Yes! YES! YYYEESSS!! CUM NOW BONNIE SLAVE!! UUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!”

April cried out in sympathy as the two lover came together, a glorious union of passion and ecstasy, moving completely in tandem with one another. Her own pussy seemed to ache with the desire to be filled. Her mind was still a jumble, her lingering traces of identity mingled with the overpowering suggestions and commands downloaded into her brain, fused together with the still fresh sights and sounds of her Master taking pleasure and giving pleasure to his slave girl. All these things whirled inside her as she sat there, staring idly into space, as Jean and Bonnie recovered, got dressed, straightened up the reading room, and, tapping her lightly twice on one shoulder, and once on the other, departed for home...

((The End.))