The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

The following morning Amanda awoke and, turning over, saw Rebekah sitting on her bed, her arms wrapped around her legs so that her chin was resting on her knees. It was obvious to Amanda that Rebekah had been watching her sleep and said. “Morning, Becky. You OK?”

“Suppose.” Was the slightly sullen response from Rebekah that worried Amanda. Had she remembered what had happened the previous night? “What should I do today?” Rebekah asked raising Amanda’s level of alarm even higher.

“I don’t know.” Amanda replied, then added, simply for something to say. “Er why don’t you go the library and study for your exams?” Thinking of the exams reminded Amanda exactly how near they were and that she should really be spending her time revising.

“OK.” Rebekah said, sounding a little more relaxed and now that she had a purpose she got out of bed, dressed and left the dorm even before Amanda had got out of bed.

This incident really frightened Amanda. She wasn’t sure what was happening but feared that her control of Rebekah was leaking into her everyday life leaving her incapable of making decisions for herself. ‘Was that possible?’ Amanda wondered and knew that her day would be spent reading the books she had got from the library, this was so much more important than her exams.

After finishing the 3rd book, albeit by skipping several tedious chapters about ethics and the like, Amanda was convinced that her earlier diagnosis was correct and that she would have to limit her use of conditioning on Rebekah, and possibly try to build up Rebekah’s self confidence at the same time or risk losing her friend; even if it meant not enjoying the thrills she was beginning to crave. This realisation more than anything led her to the decision to see if she could hypnotise anyone else; that way she could play out her little games with someone other than Rebekah. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least some of the time I’m sure it will be OK to use Rebekah every now and then’.

Thus decided, Amanda now turned her attention first to whom she should try out her new found powers on and then, more trickily how. With a sigh Amanda picked up the 4th book hoping for inspiration.

By lunchtime Amanda had cast aside the fourth book and grabbed paper and pen to ‘sort out her thoughts’ and the information she had devoured over the last couple of days. In the end Amanda decided that although all the books insisted you couldn’t hypnotise someone who didn’t want to be hypnotised, the trick, and hypnotism she realised was a trick, was in convincing someone that they wanted to be hypnotised and that the hypnotist had that ability; or that they didn’t know they were being hypnotised and therefore would not resist, or finally, and Amanda admitted most exciting, that they thought they couldn’t resist the hypnotists power and so had to submit, meaning in effect that they wanted to submit.

‘Well, that’s the theory.’ Amanda thought to herself. ‘I now have to prove it.’ Her resolve sounded convincing but she nevertheless harboured a few doubts that her theory could also end up being disproved, but these she pushed to some back water of her mind for fear that they may be self fulfilling, and concentrated instead on selecting her next victim. ‘No,’ she corrected herself. ‘Not victim, ‘lucky girl’.’

Amanda ran through all the people who were in school during the holiday and having discounted all the younger girls, even that tall leggy blonde athlete who only stayed back to train for the inter-county championships, realised that the only person she really wanted to ‘play with’ was her English Lit teacher, Miss Parker. Amanda’s reasoning for this was, even she would have admitted, twofold. First she was widely recognised as being gorgeous, lithe was a word that seemed to have been especially coined for Miss Parker, and secondly, Amanda was late on 2 of Miss Parker’s assignments that would count towards her GCSE.

‘OK, I now have the who; all I need is the where and how.’ Amanda mulled, and glancing at her watch realised that Miss Parker would probably be in her study, so that took care of the where. ‘2 down 1 to go.’ Amanda thought. ‘Should I make a plan or just wing it?’

Having no previous experience, her only real choice she decided, even as she rapped softly on Miss Parker’s door, was to wing it.

“Come in.” Miss Parker said through the thick oak door just loud enough for anyone with perfect hearing to catch. Amanda turned the handle and walked into the light and airy room of her English Lit teacher.

“Oh hello, Amanda.” Miss Parker greeted her visitor with genuine warmth. At 25 Miss Parker was viewed by the girls as older and therefore obviously experienced but not subject to the decay of the ‘old’ teachers, some of whom were no more than 28, oh the arrogance of youth. Her shoulder length, auburn hair was naturally wavy and always worn loose, framing a classically beautiful face with its smallish, slightly upturned nose and generous mouth. If anyone had taken a poll of her nicest feature however, it would probably have been a dead heat between her high cheekbones and her eyelashes that, with the aid of mascara, curled darkly over her eye sockets emphasising the light grey eyes beneath. Also Miss Parker was always ‘nicely turned out’; usually in a dress, though on more formal occasions, in a skirt suit, either of which would show off her extremely well defined calves that were nicely enhanced by her penchant for high heeled strappy sandals; everything about Miss Parker shouted femininity. Today, Amanda noticed, as she looked at Miss Parker sitting in her ‘comfy’ leather armchair was no exception.

Her cool Indian cotton dress was a soft buttermilk colour but with large poppy prints all over. The neck was elasticated allowing the wearer to choose between a deep round neck or, as with Miss Parker, off the shoulder so that it formed an almost straight line from her upper arms across her chest just above her firm young breasts and below her beautifully defined collar bones. The bodice fitted snugly across her flat midriff and then, from a seam running beneath her chest bloused out in ruches over her breasts, not clinging, but hinting at the firm breasts that lay hidden beneath. The skirt, which was split up the front and fastened with buttons, flared from her waist and had a soft fluted hem that, had she been standing, would have come to mid calf. The last 3 buttons were unfastened so that the 2 halves hung either side of her knees. Her trademark strappy sandals were gold and her feet, with their bright red toenails, crossed demurely at the ankles, rested on a low red velvet footstool, one sandal hanging loose from her toes.

“Hello, Miss. You look pretty today.” Amanda said with a smile and the merest hint of a blush “Almost like you should be walking barefoot through a meadow somewhere.”

“Thank you, Amanda, how very sweet of you.” Miss Parker replied, returning Amanda’s smile before adding sardonically. “Have you brought me those missing assignments?”

Looking crestfallen Amanda replied, “No Miss, sorry, Miss. That’s what I came to see you about that and..”

“Yes?” Miss Parker enquired solicitously as she motioned for Amanda to sit on the wooden dining chair opposite her chair. She placed her book on the small side table after first marking the page with a fringed leather bookmark. Gracefully she lifted her feet off the footstool and with her ankles still crossed brought them back to the edge of her chair as she leaned forward and down to adjust the ankle strap of her left sandal.

Amanda sort of sagged onto the chair, her whole body seeming crumpled with worries. “I don’t want to disturb you, Miss. I know what it’s like to be distracted when you are trying to read. You like reading don’t you, Miss?”

“Yes, Amanda. I love reading. Now Come on, this is not like you. What’s the matter? Home sick?”

“No, Miss” Amanda mumbled before continuing more clearly. “Its just that I’m so tired. I can’t seem to sleep at night, and then, during the day, I can hardly keep my eyes open. Do you ever feel like that, Miss? You know, you are so tired all you want to do is close your eyes and sleep.”

Strangely, as a teacher of English, Miss Parker didn’t seem to notice the lack of a rising inflection at the end of Amanda’s last sentence turning what would have been a question into a statement and replied simply. “Yes, we all feel like that sometimes.”

“Really?” Amanda replied as if taking solace from Miss Parker’s words.

“Of course.” Miss Parker replied sitting back and placing her hands folded on her lap making her skirt ride up slightly, looking happy that she seemed to be helping one of her charges.

“But it’s different for you.” Amanda continued. “Sitting here in your nice warm office, relaxing in your nice comfy chair, feeling the warm sun flooding gently through your window. It would be so easy for you to just close your eyes and drift into sleep.”

Despite herself Miss Parker found herself stifling a yawn. “You see.” Amanda explained. “All you have to do is take a few minutes to relax and let your sleepy, tired eyes close. No one will know, and you would feel so much better. I can’t do that, but you can. I have to stay awake all day; even on a warm sunny day like today, but you don’t. You can close your eyes anytime you want; even now you should close your eyes and relax, breathing deeply.” Amanda couldn’t believe it when Miss Parker closed her large grey eyes, her long lashes curling upwards, away from those delightful cheeks.

Amanda’s heart was pounding in her chest, so far all she had done was tell her teacher why she was so down, she could stop now and there would be no consequences; but as she looked at Miss Parker, so near to submission, Amanda knew she couldn’t stop. This was the crucial point, any distraction would bring Miss Parker out of her light trance and if Amanda started to take her deeper, as she knew she must, and that happened, Miss Parker would know what Amanda had been trying to do. Amanda felt her palms grow clammy even as she pressed ahead. “You are feeling so warm and relaxed, sitting in your favourite chair in your nice warm office.” Amanda ventured, remembering the advice she had read about making the subject feel safe. “So calm here in your office. Just you and me; on this warm spring day. Just you and me, nothing else matters, you are so safe and comfortable, this is your office and you can close your eyes anytime you want and sink into a deep relaxing sleep. Nothing will disturb us, you can relax here in your office with the warm sun on your skin and the sound of my voice gently taking you deeper and deeper into a warm relaxing sleep.”

“You are so nice, listening to my voice, letting me take you deeper.” Amanda ploughed ahead letting her subjects care for her student’s welfare and her need to be liked cloud any thoughts of resistance. “It will be so much nicer for both of us if you listen to my voice as you drift softly and deeper into sleep. From now all you can hear is my voice. My voice will lead you deeper into sleep.” Amanda resisted using the word hypnosis even now, for fear of triggering some innate defence from Miss Parker. “You feel more relaxed the more you listen to my voice, soon you will be so relaxed, so deeply asleep, that you will not think about anything except my voice. Listen to my voice taking you so deep you can only hear my voice. All you want is to hear my voice as it takes you deeper into sleep. When you hear me say ‘deepest you have ever been’ you will be completely relaxed deeply asleep and only able to hear my voice. You are going deeper, so deep and relaxed this is the deepest you have ever been.”

“How do you feel, Miss Parker?” Amanda asked, scared stiff that her teacher would sit up, say something sarcastic and expel her from school.

“Feel warm, feel relaxed.” Miss Parker responded as she rolled her head slightly.

“Yes!” Amanda wanted to shout but didn’t; instead saying. “Do you remember me saying you looked like you were walking barefoot through a lush green meadow?”

“Mmm, yes warm sun, gentle breeze.” Miss Parker sighed taking a deep breath of imagined meadow scented air that made her breast rise and her stomach strain against the thin cotton of her dress.

“That’s right.” Amanda agreed. “Why don’t you take off your shoes so you can walk barefoot and feel the warm sun playing on your skin, the gentle breeze keeping you cool as you slowly descend through the meadow towards a babbling brook.”

With practiced ease Miss Parker pushed down the ankle strap of her left foot with the toes of her right and let it fall off her toes before repeating the exercise with her right.

“You can just hear the water tinkling over the stones and you want to let the water run over your bare feet.” Amanda told her new favourite teacher. “Every step you take towards that cool refreshing stream makes you go deeper, more relaxed, wanting only to feel the cool water run through your toes as you listen to my voice.”

“Can you see the stream yet?” Amanda asked.

“Cool water, just a few steps away.” Miss Parker said as her painted toes curled in apparent anticipation of the refreshing water they would soon be immersed in.

“That’s good; now just listen to my voice as you count the steps to the stream, as soon as your feet feel that cool refreshing water you will be completely hypnotised, unable to think for yourself, it’s too warm to think, let me think for you. Now count those last few steps out loud as you fall deeper and deeper into hypnotic sleep.”

“1,2,3” Miss Parker recited rhythmically at first, then slowed “11.. 12...13.... 14.....” She slowly lifted her right foot and made as if to test the temperature of the water she could see clearly in her mind’s eyes. As her toes made contact with the carpet she let out a deep satisfied sigh as her head lolled to one side, her arms wilted and her legs fell to the side, much to Amanda’s amusement and a little disappointment with her knees together, demure and feminine even in her trance.

Amanda’s heart was pounding so loud she was sure that if Miss Parker was not currently in a deep hypnotic trance she would have heard it right across the room, but Amanda knew that Miss Parker heard nothing until she spoke to her.

“Can you hear me, Miss Parker?” Amanda asked, not even realising the absurdity of addressing the older woman with deference when at any moment Amanda could order her to do anything she wanted but to Amanda Miss Parker was Miss Parker.

“Yes, Honey. I can hear you.” Miss Parker said, her usage of such a familiar term as ‘Honey’ making Amanda blush.

“That’s very good. Now I want you to open your eyes but remain totally asleep, totally hypnotised, able only to hear my voice, able only to do as I say.”

Slowly Miss Parker’s eyes opened and, although they appeared to look at Amanda, they didn’t register anything, as her long dark lashes flashed with each slow blink of her eyelids as she sat up and placed her hands folded on her lap waiting for Amanda to provide her with her next thought.

‘My god she’s gorgeous.’ Amanda thought to herself, even as visions of what she would get Miss Parker to do to her flashed across her mind. She almost told her to undress but she then realised that part of Miss Parker’s allure and air of sexuality was the way she dressed. ‘How good will she be with her tongue?’ Amanda suddenly thought, then with a growing sense of dread. ‘What if she’s never been with anyone who’s gone down on her. It’d be fun teaching her but..’ Amanda hadn’t considered that Miss Parker might be inexperienced, when she’d chosen her she’d been convinced that she would know just what to do to make Amanda happy, but now. ‘Just ask her, twit!’ another part of her brain shouted at her over her rising doubt. Amanda almost laughed at her stupidity but excused it on the grounds that she was new to all this.

“Have you ever been with anyone who’s kissed your pussy, Miss Parker?” Amanda asked, unable to stop herself blushing as she did so.

The laugh that came from Miss Parker almost shocked Amanda it was so incredulous and; ‘downright dirty’. “Of course I have, Honey. Didn’t you know me and Heather Wiseman are living together. No of course you didn’t; we’ve tried to be discreet but I thought it might be suspected.”

‘Miss Wiseman!’ Amanda’s inner self objected. ‘oh how could she.’ Miss Wiseman was the head of the 4th years and, to put it mildly as butch and pretty as a bulldog who’s chewing a wasp, the girls all called her Leslie on account that they thought she was a lesbian and Leslie could also be a mans name, to the girls in a boarding school such is viewed as wit. Then Amanda considered what this meant, sure Miss Parker was a lesbian and so presumably knowledgeable about satisfying the needs of another woman but; Miss Wiseman! Did that mean all Miss Parker liked were women that acted, and she had to say, looked like men? Again the voice in her head repeated the refrain.

“Do you like other women besides Miss Wiseman?” Amanda asked, not quite certain whether the terms women and Miss Wiseman really belonged together.

“Yes.” Was Miss Parkers simple response.

‘Hmmm.’ Amanda thought. ‘There’s obviously an art to this question asking lark.’ “Who do you fancy?” Amanda asked, using the pre-pubescent term without embarrassment.

“Well, " Miss Parker pondered. “I Adore Kylie Minogue, I could just wrap her up in tissue paper and…” Miss Parker, much to Amanda’s annoyance didn’t explain what she would like to do to Kylie if she had her wrapped up like a Christmas box she just look slightly wistful before continuing.

“Oh and Calista Flockhart in Ally McBeal, before she got skinny. Did you see that one where she and Lucy Liu were dancing together; boy I came thinking about that for weeks after. Shame Ally never got it on with Georgia, I’d have paid good money to see that.”

Now she had started there seemed no stopping Miss Parker. “Then there’s Willow and Tara from Buffy, I mean Buffy’s cute I certainly wouldn’t object, but the whole Willow not being sure of her sexuality thing and Tara with those lips and dreamy eyes! That was another of my favourite programmes when Willow cast a spell to make Tara forget and they all ended up with amnesia, and even when Willow thought she was Zander’s boyfriend she was drawn to Tara, god that was hot. You know you remind me a little of Willow, I suppose it must be the red hair, I’ve always had a soft spot for redheads.” The last was accompanied with a wink. “Yes come to think of it I suppose out of your year you’d be the one I’d most want to do it with, although Jen has the most fantastic body and Angela Stenson’s arse is to die for, I wonder if she knows how scrumptious it looks under her short pleated skirt? Reminds me of.”

“Thank you, Miss Parker.” Amanda said, finally ending Miss Parker’s list and returning her to a state of waiting, no longer animated by desire as she had been as she answered Amanda’s question. ‘For an English Lit teacher she sure watches a lot of trash TV!’ Amanda thought.

“If you fancy me and Jen and Angela, why haven’t you ever shown it?” Amanda asked, genuinely interested her teachers response.

Miss Parker’s face took on a sad cast as she replied. “What and spend the rest of my time here known as Leslie, Nosey I expect with the surname Parker, but I’d prefer it if girls like you wouldn’t assume I’m going to try and get their panties off the moment I get them alone, besides there are rules about fraternising with pupils; even if both are consenting adults.” This final disclosure was said with such feeling Amanda almost asked her about it but a plan was now beginning to take shape in her mind and she would hate to lose it.

“What if you could do what you wanted, no consequences?” Amanda asked a note of mischief hanging in her words.

“Oh.” Miss Parker said a hint of longing in her voice. “Then I’d be the happiest person on the planet. Just half an hour with you or Angela, or both, I could make you feel things you never dreamed about. Oh yes if there were no consequences and one of my pretty little students came to call looking all innocent but available.”

“In that case.” Amanda cut Miss Parker off in mid flow again. In a moment I’m going touch your knee when I do so you will pick up your book open it on your lap, close your eyes and fall asleep. You will stay asleep until you hear the door close, then you will wake and forget that I was ever here, you will just think you have nodded off while reading. You will stay in this room reading until you hear a knock on the door.” Suddenly Amanda imagined the wrong person coming and so added. “3 quick knocks followed by 2 at 1 second intervals, you will lose all sense of the consequences your actions would normally result in, you will simply want to satisfy your desire. When you hear me say ‘Back to reality’. Your normal self control will reassert itself.”

Again Amanda had a thought, ‘what if she tries to hurt me?’ and said “If you hear me say ‘Non’ you will freeze unable to move and when I say ‘It’s sleepy time for teachers’ you will return to this relaxed hypnotic state able only to hear my voice and do only as I command. Do you understand, Miss Parker?”

“Yes, Honey.” Miss Parker said absently “Will it be you who knocks?”

“Wait and see.” Amanda said reaching out and touching Miss Parker’s knee. Instantly Miss Parker picked up her book, placed it on her lap and closed her eyes as her head once more lolled to one side. Quietly Amanda stood walked to the door, left and closed the door behind her. Inside the room Miss Parker opened her eyes picked up her book and continued to read from the point she had go to when Amanda arrived.

Amanda returned to the dorm from her meeting with Miss Parker and quickly undressed and dashed to the bathroom. She showered, washing and conditioning her hair 3 times to try to erase at least some of its natural curliness. Then when she was dry she wrapped a towel around her and returned to the dorm. As she walked through the door she saw Rebekah sitting on her bed, arms once more wrapped around her legs staring forwards. “Hi I thought you were studying in the library.” Amanda said, a little irritated at Rebekah’s early return.

“Finished. What should I do now?” Was Rebekah’s flat response.

“How do I know.” Amanda said annoyed that Rebekah required her attention, but then brightened as she asked. “Would you like to help me get ready? I have to go and see Miss Parker about my late assignments, and I want to look my best.”

“Ok, what do you want me to do?” Rebekah asked seemingly incapable of making any decisions for herself but more animated once Amanda had given her a job to complete. Amanda sat in front of her dressing table / desk and said. “I think I want my hair in pigtail plaits, I haven’t worn it like that for ages, will you do it for me?” Having a task to perform seemed to brighten Rebekah who quickly picked up Amanda’s brush and started to pull it through Amanda’s thick locks, straightening out at least some of the waves. When she was satisfied with the result she parted Amanda’s hair across the top of her head, separating it into 2 distinct halves. When this was complete she stood at Amanda’s right, placed the brush just to the right of the centre parting and one third back along the crown and divided out a section of hair from there to about a 3rd from the back that she brushed along the flat of her hand then lifted it and pulled the brush through the underside of the bunch. “Here hold this and keep it flat and tight.” Rebekah instructed Amanda, who held it as she had been told. “How long is this going to take?” Amanda asked.

“I thought you wanted to look your best, if all you want is a couple of dangly bits either side of your head just say; I’m sure I’ve got better things to be doing than this.” Rebekah replied although when she thought about it she realised that apart from this she had nothing to do, and anyway she liked making Amanda look beautiful.

Rebekah repeated her actions separating out the 3rd down to the nape of Amanda’s neck, she left this bunch hanging down Amanda’s back before collected the remaining front third in her hand ensuring that no stray wisps escaped. “Swap you.” Rebekah said and she took hold of the central section that Amanda currently held above her head whilst Amanda took hold of the front portion. “Now sit still. I don’t want this messing up.” Rebekah commanded as she laid the middle section so that it passed just behind Amanda’s ear in a straight line following Amanda’s neck. She reclaimed the piece held by Amanda and placed it over the central one, as she took hold of it in her left hand. She picked up the final strand and laid that between the other 2, indicating to Amanda that she should hold it. With her now free hand Rebekah smoothed the hair on Amanda’s crown emphasising the lines of the top and bottom sections. From here on this moved a pace with Rebekah plaiting the sections together, giving each a little turn and pulling it tight to keep it from fraying or frizzing. When all that remained was about 3 inches of unplaited hair, Rebekah asked. “You got a rubber band or something?”

Amanda was mortified to realise she hadn’t but Rebekah just said as she guided Amanda’s hand to the bottom of the plait. “Hold this and DON’T let it go.” As soon as Amanda had a firm grip that satisfied her, Rebekah ran to her desk and retrieved her diary and a pair of nail scissors. She opened the diary at the page that was marked with a thin piece of pink satin ribbon slightly longer than the A5 book, and with the scissors snipped off the ribbon close to the spine, doubled it and cut it in 2. With the first piece of ribbon Rebekah ‘tied off’ the pigtail with a neat little bow. Still not satisfied Rebekah picked up the brush and tidied up the end of the plait before laying it over Amanda’s shoulder so that the end would, had she been naked, have brushed her nipple and said. “Ok other side.” Without words, but intense concentration from Rebekah who tried with all her will to make both plaits symmetrical, Rebekah completed her task and said, “Maybe next time I can do you a French pleat.” Then returned to her bed to sit.

“That’s wonderful.” Amanda said genuinely pleased with the effect and added. “You really are very good at this, maybe when you leave school you should become a hair dresser.”

“Ok” Rebekah replied and Amanda wondered if her throw away comment would lead her friend to spend her whole life dressing peoples hair instead of continuing her education.

“What are you going to wear?” Rebekah asked quietly. “What sort of effect are you after?”

“I honestly don’t know.” Amanda admitted. “I want to look young and innocent but sort of available.” Amanda suddenly realised what she’d said and quickly added “Forget I just said that, poppet. But help me choose something that you think would give me that kind of look.”

Again having a purpose Rebekah said “I know, I’ll choose something for you. You just see to your makeup while I grab some things, nothing striking just a very light pink lipstick, there’s some in my make up bag, a little blusher and eye shadow should be fine.” Amanda thanked Rebekah and grabbed her stash of illicit make-up and found a tube of light pink just as Rebekah had promised, just a hint of pink on the top of her cheeks to give that sort of flushed look and some very light green eye shadow.

“There, you go.” Rebekah said holding out her hand expansively over the outfit she had laid out on the bed. Most of the things Amanda accepted with a grudging respect for Rebekah’s choice. Moving up the bed as if on a very thin flat model were; a pair of white tennis shoes, white ankle socks with lace trimmed tops. Amanda’s white panelled tennis skirt that her parents had bought for her when she was 13, then it came to her knee, now it came to mid thigh and, had it not been a wrap over style with Velcro fastening there would have been no way she could have squeezed into it. On top of the skirt, their waistbands touching were a pair of panties that matched the ones Amanda had used the previous evening to silence her friend. Thus far so good, what did cause Amanda to question Rebekah’s taste was the top, it wasn’t even hers, it was Rebekah’s, her favourite white stretchy vest with red piping and 2 bright cherries hanging from a stalk over the breast area. “I can’t wear your vest, Rebekah.” Amanda explained. “there’s no way it will fit me.”

“I know.” Said Rebekah. “Trust me that’s why I chose it.”

“Ok.” Amanda said sounding unconvinced as she sat on the edge of the bed, pulled on the panties and socks and then, expecting Rebekah to turn away and respect her privacy which living in such close proximity was required, slipped off the towel as she picked up the skirt. Amanda was embarrassed to note that Rebekah just stood there watching her as she wrapped the skirt around her waist and smoothed the 2 pieces of Velcro together. “Well here goes.” Amanda said as she picked up the vest and put her arms through the straps and her head through the neck; so far so good, then grasping the rolled up hem she rolled it down and over her breasts. The hem ended up a mere 2 inches below her tits and couldn’t possibly hope to make up for the amount it had required to stretch to do that to make contact with her torso and so simply hung about an inch from Amanda’s skin. The cherries ended up a little higher than the designer had intended but when Amanda looked at herself in the mirror and noticed how prominent her nipples appeared she smiled at Rebekah. “Ok now I believe you.” Amanda crossed to Rebekah and said. “Thanks for this, you’ve been great.” She bent her head intending to kiss Rebekah on the cheek as young girls are want to do but was surprised by Rebekah’s quick realignment of her head so that she ended up kissing her full on the lips. The kiss lasted only a fraction of a second but left Amanda feeling hot and excited.

“I hope everything goes Ok with..” Rebekah said but the words trailed away as she realised Amanda had already left.

In no time at all Amanda found herself once more outside Miss Parker’s study and before knocking pulled her skirt a little higher and Rebekah’s top out and down try to cover as much as was physically possible, although to be truthful that wasn’t much. She made sure both her braids were neatly hanging over her shoulders with their cute satin silk bows laying flat then raised her hand and knocked, 3 times in rapid succession followed by 2 at 1-second intervals.

“Come in” Miss Parker called and watched as the door opened to reveal Amanda Levres standing outside. A thrill of anticipation shot through her body as she regarded the young woman hanging coyly by the door, her fingers toying with the oh so short hem of her white tennis skirt.

“Sorry to disturb you, Miss.” Amanda said from the door. “Could I have a word with you about the assignments I’m late with, only it’s been praying on my mind that and…” She was cut off mid sentence as Miss Parker stood gracefully and said. “Oh yes, I remember ‘Of mice and men’ and ‘Othello’ an eclectic mix to be sure but that is what the exam board chose.” By now Miss Parker had crossed the room halfway between her chair and the deliciously dressed young woman who even now had her eyes down cast as she bit her lower lip. “Is that all you wanted to see me about?” Miss Parker enquired as she reached past Amanda to close the door. With the same hand, now resting on Amanda’s bare back, equidistant between the bottom of her top and the top of her skirt, feeling the softness of Amanda’s nubile skin, she guided Amanda, not this time to the dining chair she normally asked her guests to use but to the old red leather Chesterfield sofa that occupied the wall beneath her window. “It’s very bright in here, isn’t it?” Miss Parker asked and before Amanda could respond added. “Would you be a dear and pull the curtains for me?” Amanda looked at the window behind the sofa and realised that the only way she could reach them easily was to stand on the sofa, something Miss Parker was already aware of. Amanda was about to step on the seat when her manners got the better of her and she quickly slipped off her shoes and then placed one foot on the right hand cushion. The soft seat gave under her weight as she levered herself up and instinctively she put out her hands, her right finding the arm of the sofa, the left Miss Parker’s hand that helped steady her enough to stand, albeit shakily. She drew the right hand curtain but needed to stretch a little to reach the left and consequently wobbled slightly. As quick as a flash she felt Miss Parker’s hands on her thighs ‘steadying her’ “Careful, I wouldn’t want you to fall.” Miss Parker said, as her hands slipped slightly higher up Amanda’s thighs almost to the hem of her short tennis skirt. As the curtains met the room suddenly became darker even though the curtains were a thin floral cloth that still let in some light. To get down Amanda had to turn and then noticed Miss Parker holding out her hand for support. Amanda took the proffered hand and stepped down from the sofa.

Miss Parker smiled and sat, smoothing her dress over her legs, ensuring the buttoned up join ran straight between her thighs, the last fastened button just higher than her knee and patting the empty cushion beside her said. “Come along, Amanda. Sit down and tell me all about it.”

Feigning reluctance Amanda sat next to her teacher who during this motion had placed her left arm along the back of the sofa.

“Come on, Amanda you can tell me, are you home sick, missing your mum?” Miss Parker asked as she half turned to face the now seated pupil, her knees brushing against Amanda’s thigh as her right hand slipped a button of her skirt through its restraining hole.

“I suppose so.” Amanda admitted realising even as she did so that in all honesty that this was the truth.

“Aw so Amanda’s a little mummy’s girl.” Miss Parker said in an almost mocking tone.

“No I’m not.” Amanda protested her lower lip pouting cutely.

“Never mind, Honey.” Miss Parker continued choosing to ignore Amanda’s denial.

“There are lots of people here who love you.”

“I know, why don’t I be your Mommy. You can call me Mommy and I’ll call you Honey. How does that sound hmm?” Miss Parker asked as her hand slid off the back of the sofa to stroke Amanda’s hair.

This wasn’t what Amanda had been expecting, but she had to admit there was something strangely erotic about calling Miss Parker ‘Mommy’. If she had suggested mum or mummy then it would have been different, but ‘Mommy’ with it’s American overtones seemed to suggest to Amanda someone who loved you but not exactly like your mum. Still a little uncertain however she said “I, I don’t know.”

“They will be our special names for each other to show that we love each other, you’d like that wouldn’t you Honey?” Miss Parker said as her long red nailed fingers gently scraped the nape of Amanda’s neck.

“Tell Mommy all about your problems.” Miss Parker said softly releasing yet another button to display a little more of her thigh before placing her right hand reassuringly on Amanda’s knee and her left on Amanda’s shoulder.

In spite of herself Amanda found herself starting to sob a little as she realised just how lonely and in need of love she really was. “There, there, Honey. Tell Mommy all about it.” Miss Parker crooned as unnoticed, her hand slid a little further up Amanda’s thigh.

“I..I m..miss going home and seeing my parents.” Amanda said through her now unfeigned tears.

“Never mind, Honey. Mommy loves you and you love your Mommy don’t you, Honey.”

Unbidden Amanda heard her self say “Yes Mommy. I love you.” She turned and Miss Parker welcomed her into her embrace, Amanda’s face buried in Miss Parker’s shoulder, Miss Parker’s left hand gently stroking Amanda’s bare back.

“Let Mommy kiss it better.” Miss Parker almost sung as she let her lips lightly brush Amanda’s cheek her right hand slipping along Amanda’s throat below her braid to finally rest cupping the back of Amanda’s neck, her thumb resting against the side of Amanda’s ear. Gently she turned Amanda’s head bringing her lips to touch lightly against Amanda’s. “Let Mommy show you how much she loves you, Honey.” Miss Parker breathed and started to lightly kiss Amanda’s lips her left hand stroking Amanda’s bare back. Slowly Amanda responded and wasn’t even aware at first of Miss Parker’s had slipping down from her neck to glide over her cotton covered tits, that is until she felt the lightest touch on her aroused nipple. This touch was perfectly timed to coincide with Miss Parker’s tongue gently parting Amanda’s lips. Miss Parker’s hand travelled down to explore Amanda’s midriff as their kiss intensified.

“Let Mommy get a good look at her little Honey.” Miss Parker said as she broke the kiss and turned Amanda so that her back rested half against the back and half against the leather arm of the sofa.

“Mmm very sexy.” Miss Parker said lasciviously as the fingers of her left hand circled Amanda’s bare navel whilst her right was running slowly up and down the top of Amanda’s thigh, each time stopping a little higher before returning towards her knee. Amanda found she really like her Mommy looking at her like that, even feeling a little proud that her Mommy liked what she saw. “Shall we see what Mommy’s little Honey is hiding under here?” Miss Parker said playfully as she slowly took hold of the edge of the waistband of Amanda’s tennis skirt and, with the sound of Velcro separating undid Amanda’s skirt. Once the fastening was free Miss Parker peeled it back to reveal the under side of the wrap just about covering Amanda’s panties. “Oooh, this is fun, Honey.” Miss Parker said playfully as she placed the tips of her fingers on the top of Amanda’s newly exposed right thigh and slid them underneath the concealing fold of Amanda’s skirt.

Amanda gasped as she felt Miss Parker’s fingers glide across the silky material of her panties that only just covered her pussy right beneath where Miss Parker was currently exploring. All too soon the fingertips passed over, taking with them the final fold of Amanda’s skirt, exposing her panties and obvious arousal.

“Oh a perfect selection, not exactly regulation issue but very, very sexy.” Miss Parker complimented Amanda on her choice of panties. ‘Rebekah’s choice’ Amanda thought; envious that her Mommy would be pleased with something someone else had done but, all the same, Amanda didn’t correct her.

“Would you like to see Mommy’s underwear, Honey?” Miss Parker asked rising to her feet as she did so negating the need for Amanda to answer, even so Amanda managed a shaky “Yes please, Mommy.” Amanda knew that more than anything she wanted to see all of Mommy.

Miss Parker put both arms behind her back, the left holding the top of her dress both sides of the zip, the right finding the zip and, in one smooth, non-snagging motion, pulled it down to just above her backside. Her right hand then came in front and across the top of her breasts holding up her dress as she let go with her left, she removed her left arm from the small sleeve and then swapping the arms holding her dress did the same with her right. With the dress now free to fall Miss Parker held it with both hands, each just above her breasts then slowly moved her hands down exposing the smooth flesh of her breasts. Amanda thought Miss Parker was, like her, braless but suddenly the receding dress revealed the white scalloped lace edge of her lingerie. As the dress made its downward progress Miss Parker revealed the see through white gossamer cups that held her perfect 34b tits. The bra turned into a basque as more was revealed, the front the same see through material as the cups with side panels of white satin edged with soft lace, the whole ensemble softly forming itself to Miss Parker’s ribs and upper midriff before terminating in a handkerchief point just above her navel. Enjoying the teasing effect she was eliciting in her conquest, Miss Parker continued to push down the cotton dress exposing the waist of her high leg briefs that matched her basque in their transparency and lace trim. Amanda thought how lovely her Mommy looked.

Amanda gasped as Miss Parker let go of her dress letting it land in a soft pile around her sandaled feet. “You’ve shaved your pussy!” Amanda exclaimed. She had, of course, read of such things in magazines but never ever seen it in the flesh so to speak and, to all intents and purposes, Miss Parker’s briefs were so sheer as to be almost non-existent.

“Yes, Honey. Mommy shaved just for you.” Miss Parker lied, as for years she had barbered her pussy regularly, but it never hurt to let a sexual conquest think you had done it just for them, it made them feel special, loved, wanted, desired. All these things were true in Amanda’s case who continued to lay were Miss Parker had left her eyes feasting on her teacher’s exquisite body.

“So?” Miss Parker enquired, holding out her dainty hand indicating for Amanda to take it and stand “Do you like how Mommy looks, Honey?”

Without hesitation Amanda sat up and lightly held her Mommy’s hand saying “Oh yes, Mommy. I think you are the sexiest person I have ever, ever seen.” Amanda was pleased to see this bring a smile to her Mommy’s face.

“Do you think Mommy should take off her underwear, Honey?” Miss Parker asked still holding Amanda’s hand even though the young woman was now standing.

For the merest moment Amanda considered this then replied. “No Mommy I think you should keep it on, it makes you look even sexier than you would naked, if that were possible.”

Miss Parker smiled again. “What a perceptive, good little girl you are, Honey.” Miss Parker said as she released Amanda’s hands and put both of hers on Amanda’s hips. Amanda found she liked it when her Mommy called her a ‘good little girl.’ And whilst she was thinking this she wasn’t at first aware of Miss Parker slowly rolling down her panties. Once they were clear of Amanda’s backside however she did notice as Miss Parker continued to remove them, kneeling as she did so. With Amanda’s panties around her ankles Miss Parker ran the tips of her fingers up the back of Amanda’s legs tickling Amanda softly until Miss Parker could hold Amanda’s butt cheeks in her hands, squeezing and letting her long red nails dig slightly into Amanda’s flesh.

“You smell so sweet, Honey” Miss Parker said as her mouth moved forward, her nose inhaling the scent of aroused nubile female. Lovingly her tongue flicked out as her nails bit deeper into Amanda’s arse, the mixture of pain and pleasure taking over Amanda’s slightly shaking body. Amanda would quite happily have spent the rest of her life standing there, letting her Mommy taste her to orgasm. But all too soon the nails eased their grip and Amanda felt Miss Parker kissing her above her mound, moving upwards until her tongue explored Amanda’s navel, sending a thrill through Amanda’s stomach, she had never realised how sexually sensitive her navel was until just now. “Lets see how big Mommy’s little girl has grown.” Miss Parker said as she stood, her heeled sandals making her a good 5 inches taller than Amanda. Amanda would not have thought of Miss Parker as being taller than her, she always seemed so petite and fragile but as Mommy somehow it seemed right. Miss Parker put both her hands flat on Amanda’s stomach, fingers pointing upwards and slid them underneath Amanda’s top, up and over Amanda’s breasts, then Miss Parker levered her wrists upwards and outwards freeing Amanda’s breasts, which, once free of the top bounced slightly as her rolled up vest sat across the top of them. “Oh my I don’t think you’re mommy’s ‘little’ girl anymore.’ Miss Parker said as she drank in the sight of Amanda’s perfect orbs. For reasons she would not have been able to explain this made Amanda sad and she all but pleaded. “Yes I am, Mommy. I’ll always be your little girl.”

“I know you will, Honey, and I’ll always be your Mommy.” Miss Parker assured bending to suckle Amanda’s breasts her nails once more finding the soft spots of Amanda’s backside. Amanda was convinced she was going to cum, even if her Mommy didn’t touch her pussy, something she fervently wished she would do, but she didn’t and even withdrew from Amanda’s breasts. Amanda almost asked if she could kiss her Mommy’s breasts but thought if she wanted me to she would tell me.

Miss Parker reached out and took hold of Amanda’s vest top under her armpits and with a smile indicated to Amanda that she should lift her arms. Amanda complied and Miss Parker removed the top, Amanda’s braids jiggling as they were first pushed up then allowed to fall. Miss Parker took one of the braids in her hand and with the other ran her fingers up and down it. “Your hair is lovely, Honey. Who did it?”

“I did, Mommy.” Amanda said only slightly blushing as the lie passed her lips, uncertain whether her Mommy believed her.

“Of course you did, Honey.” Miss Parker said making Amanda blush cutely. “Turn around, Honey.” Miss Parker suggested placing her hands on Amanda’s shoulders and helping her achieve the task Amanda ending up facing the sofa. “Wait there and don’t move.” Miss Parker added, something in her voice almost compelling Amanda to obey.

Amanda was momentarily a little scared, she had after all told Miss Parker to act without inhibition of the consequences, but Amanda calmed herself, partly remembering all she had to say was ‘non!’ and Miss Parker would freeze, but mainly because she couldn’t believe that her Mommy would hurt her.

After a minute Amanda was almost tempted to turn around and maybe would have done so had Miss Parker not returned at the very moment to stand behind her, a reassuring hand placed on each of Amanda’s shoulders.

“Kneel down for me, Honey.” Miss Parker whispered in Amanda’s right ear applying gentle pressure to Amanda’s shoulder as she did so. As Amanda bent down to her knees Miss Parker mirrored her movements until both women were kneeling on the floor. “Close your eyes, Honey.” Miss Parker breathed softly and without questioning Amanda let her eyelids close. Almost immediately she felt something soft and silky cover her eyes then being tied behind her head. “Don’t be scared, Honey. I just want you to experience the feel of what Mommy is going to do.”

Amanda, to her own amazement found she wasn’t scared even as Miss Parker put one hand on the back of Amanda’s neck whilst with the other she collected both of Amanda’s tightly plaited pigtails and then gently pushed her forward until she was on all fours her face almost resting against the sofa. “Open your legs a little, Honey. Mommy wants to see her little girls pussy.” Eager to please, Amanda lifted her left knee and replaced it a good couple of feet away from her right, adjusting her hands to regain her equilibrium.

Suddenly Amanda felt something round and hard pressing against her pussy lips, ‘A Dildo!’ Amanda’s mind shouted, oh how she wished she’d had the courage to buy one of those; and now her Mommy was going to fuck her with one! Amanda tried to lean back, to take the tip inside her but it receded with her, resting against her moist lips. “Are you Mommy’s good little girl.” Miss Parker asked. “Yes, Mommy.” Amanda replied. But Miss Parker ignored her response, removing the tip from Amanda’s pussy she placed it against her anus. “Or are you Mommy’s naughty little girl?” Again the tip touched Amanda’s pussy being lubricated by Amanda’s juices that Miss Parker had so expertly started flowing. “Good little girl, or bad little girl? Good or bad?” each time Amanda was offered the choice the tip of the dildo switched between pussy and asshole.

“I’m your good little girl, Mommy. I promise.” Amanda pleaded wanting her mommy to use the dildo on her pussy not, god forbid her arse. The tip still rested against Amanda’s anus and Amanda felt Miss Parker’s free hand, the other still holding Amanda’s plaits, stroking her backside and suddenly the realisation hit that her mommy must be wearing the dildo! In her minds eye Amanda tried to imagine her mommy’s beautiful body adorned with a dildo but couldn’t; all she could think about was how she was going to use it.

Amanda felt the dildo slide back and after the hand vanished from her arse the tip appeared once more next to Amanda’s cunt. “I know you are Mommy’s good little girl.” Miss Parker said as to Amanda’s delight and relief Miss Parker started to ease the Dildo in, surprised at how much such a young woman could take, though not as much as the half that currently nestled in her own pussy. Sliding her hand down Amanda’s sides before cupping her breast, Miss Parker began to rock rhythmically back and forward using Amanda’s hair like a bridle sliding the dildo in and out of Amanda who, lost in her mounting pleasure simply gasped and groaned with delight at this new sensation, oblivious even of the pain from her being pulled.

Every time Amanda approached orgasm Miss Parker would cease her rhythmic pumping, moving with Amanda if she tried to do it herself. Miss Parker’s fingers playing up and down Amanda’s spine or her sides or her butt cheeks until she once again started to screw her pupil always bringing forth another whimper of pleasure. Suddenly the dildo slipped out of Amanda’s pussy and she groaned with disappointment but brightened as she felt Miss Parker take her hand and guided her to the sofa. Still blindfolded with Miss Parker’s best black silk stocking Amanda allowed herself to be positioned so that her backside was just on the edge of the sofa cushion and to her delight felt the dildo once more penetrate her aching pussy. Miss Parker knelt in front of Amanda slowly screwing her but now kissing her neck, lips and breasts as Amanda pleaded for her to make her cum. “Tell Mommy you love her.” Miss Parker whispered and Amanda all but shouted “Oh Mommy I love you so much.” If she was going to add more we will never know for at that moment Miss Parker gave one last final push as she squeezed both of Amanda’s nipples simultaneously bringing both women to a shuddering climax. With the dildo still in place Miss Parker continued to kiss Amanda lovingly as Amanda gradually regained her breath. Half of her wanted to stay here being loved by her Mommy but the other half longed to see the reaction she would elicit by returning Miss Parker’s conscience. The later half won out and as she removed her blindfold said the magic words. “Back to reality”.

Miss Parker shook her head as she lifted it from Amanda’s breast where she had so recently been sucking the hard pink nipple. “Oh my god, what have I done.” Miss Parker exclaimed, the blood seeming to drain from her face. As she pulled away from the leering Amanda who gasped as the dildo went with her teacher as she stood. Miss Parker looked down at the flesh coloured rubber penis that protruded from her pussy, her panties pulled to one side to allow access. She looked down at the naked Amanda and appeared covered in embarrassment at her own lude appearance. Quickly she placed an arm across her breasts and would have done the same with her pussy had it not been for the dildo that even now pointed out and up, bouncing slightly as if searching for a pussy to fuck. Miss Parker grabbed the dildo and pulled it out, a little too quickly causing her to wince. Again she repeated. “Oh my god, what have I done.”

“I think.” Amanda replied pulling her backside on to the sofa, her arms stretched out on either side across the back. “You just screwed one of your pupils with that dildo you have in your hand, and if I remember correctly threatened to bugger me with it as well.

“I.. I wouldn’t.” Miss Parker stammered as she sort of crumpled to the floor. She sat there, legs crossed, shaven pussy on display to the lecherous young student who appeared to be revelling in her discomfort.

“I..I didn’t hear you complaining.” Miss Parker said as if trying to shift the blame.

“I don’t remember having the chance, no choice in the clutches of such an accomplished seducer. I wonder what the girls, not to mention the rest of the staff will say.” Amanda taunted.

“You, you can’t tell anyone.” Miss Parker protested.

“I could.” Amanda stated flatly. “But if we can come to some arrangement say about my missing assignments and the A-Star grade I deserve then maybe, I could be persuaded to keep quiet.”

Amanda was loving this almost as much as she had enjoyed being screwed by Miss Parker, almost as much as calling her Mommy whilst she seduced her.

With renewed grace Miss Parker rose from the floor, no longer trying to hide her undoubted charms and said “No paper, no grade.”

Amanda was gob smacked, she had been sure that Miss Parker would willingly agree to such a simple request.

To Amanda’s undying shame Miss Parker simply laughed at her as she said “It’s sleepy time for teachers.”

Then added sarcastically “So, you’ve hypnotised what 1 or 2 people and suddenly you think your ‘Mistress Hypnotica, Queen of the Universe’ able with just the power of your will to subdue anyone you like?”

“I..I” Amanda spluttered all evidence of her former conceit vanished in the twinkling of an eye.

“Let me guess.” Miss Parker said picking up Amanda’s discarded top and wiping the dildo it on. “You managed to hypnotise Rebekah. And filled with youthful self confidence and probably some half baked ‘research’ you thought you could do the same to everyone else.”

“How did you know.” Amanda blushed.

“Well let me see.” Miss Parker said as if studying one of the worlds oldest puzzles. “You 2 share a dorm, it’s currently half term and you 2 are staying back, and Rebekah is fortunately for me and to a certain extent you, now highly susceptible to being hypnotised, oh and the fact that little Rebekah worships the ground you walk on wouldn’t hurt.”

“She does?” Amanda queried, for the first time feeling real shame for what she put her friend through these last few days. Then the rest of Miss Parker’s ‘summing up’ finally dawned on her. “You mean you’ve hypnotised her?”

“Congratulations, go to the top of the class.” Miss Parker said ironically.

“When, I mean how, I mean..” Amanda spluttered her tangled thoughts.

“The first time.” Miss Parker said. “About 3 weeks ago just after her 16th birthday then a couple of times since. I had planned to invite her to my study tomorrow for a little ‘extra curricular activity’ but I suppose I’ll spend the next few sessions with her clearing up the crap you’ve left lying about in her little brain.

Amanda found that it wasn’t the fact that she hadn’t hypnotised Miss Parker or that she thought of her as a fool that upset Amanda, it was that Miss Parker had chosen to hypnotise Rebekah and not her. ‘Or had she!’”

“You haven’t.” Amanda started to say but Miss Parker cut her off. “No I haven’t hypnotised you but given another few weeks and I would have done I was just waiting for you to be ready, maybe by being late with your assignments.”

“Why not” Amanda heard herself say wistfully. “Didn’t you fancy me?”

“Oh you stupid, stupid girl.” Miss Parker said. “Of course I fancied you I told you earlier, admittedly as I wasn’t hypnotised I could’ve lied but I didn’t. Given a choice you would have been my first choice.” Miss Parker tossed Amanda’s top to her. “Get dressed.” Amanda caught the top and, even knowing how it had been so recently used pulled it over her head and breasts. She stood and wrapped her skirt around her waist before sitting once more on the sofa. Miss Parker picked up her dress, shook it and pulled it up. “Do me up, Honey.” She said softly.

“Yes, Mommy.” Amanda replied halfway out of her chair before she realised what she had said.

“You see, Honey. There are subtle ways to make people do your bidding, maybe not outright hypnosis but; speak to a persons vanity, their desire, their fear and you can control them as easily as if they were totally hypnotised. Even better find, or create, a fetish and you can’t lose. Consider that your first lesson. Now zip me up.”

Amanda stood and pulled Miss Parker’s zip up to the top.

“My ‘first’ lesson?” Amanda enquired.

“See I knew you were quick.” Miss Parker said with a warm smile. “That’s right I’ve decided that although come upon by accident you do have a raw talent. And so I’ve decided to make you my ‘Sorceresses apprentice’ ; but if I ask you to clean the floor don’t try and hypnotise the mop and bucket.”

Amanda couldn’t help laughing as she recalled Mickey Mouse desperately trying to turn back the flow of water.

“Your instinctive technique was interesting if a little rushed.” Miss Parker continued pleased that Amanda had got her illustrative comment but keen to proceed. “A hypnotic capture should be like making love, sure, you can rub your clit blindly and come in a couple of minutes, but to experience pure erotic release, just as to achieve true submission, takes time. Play with your captive, as I played with your pussy, let them think they can get away, or hope that they can’t, let the line play out a little, then strike! That way you know they are truly under and not merely acting as I was. Here endeth the second lesson.”

“Why didn’t you just expose me as an incompetent fraud as soon as I started trying to hypnotise you?” Amanda asked as she once more sat on the sofa at Miss Parker’s request. Miss Parker seated herself next to Amanda and placing a hand on her knee said. “What and miss this afternoons diversion, are you kidding. I was intrigued as to what you would do. If you had simply tried to get me to forget about your missing assignments I would have turned the tables before you knew what was happening. But as you started to explore my sexuality I became fascinated, and the fact that you simply removed the inhibitions of your captive thus putting them at your mercy once they were ‘normal’ again was truly inspired.” Miss Parker said, but added. “However what if instead of blindfolding you I had gagged you? Try saying ‘Non’ with your mouth taped.”

“Or stuffed with panties.” Amanda added trying to sound enigmatic but the effect was ruined when Miss Parker said “Rebekah?”

This brought to mind Amanda’s friend and the state she seemed to be in. “Have I damaged her?” Amanda asked genuinely concerned.

“I don’t know.” Miss Parker answered truthfully. “But tell me ‘Everything’ you’ve done to her, had her do to you, and I mean ‘everything’ and I’ll see if we can salvage the situation; and our friend.”

“Miss?” Amanda enquired.

“Yes?” Miss Parker replied indicating that Amanda could ask the question that seemed to be burning in her mind.

“Are you really living with Miss Wiseman?”

Miss Parker smiled as she replied. “In the sense that I live in the house she pays for, while she attends to making a beautiful home for us, then yes. In that we share the torrid nights of passion Heather would like, then no. The truth is Heather loves me and truly believes I love her, as far as she is concerned we are like a couple of spoons in a drawer, whereas in the real world we have separate beds and totally separate lives. She harbours the hope that one day we will consummate our love, a hope I constantly reinforce of course.”

“I see.” Amanda said contemplatively before once more saying “Miss?”

With a sigh Miss Parker replied “Yes?”

“Would you mind if I called you ‘Mommy’.”

Miss Parker’s answer was not verbal and it was a good hour before they were both sated and got around to discussing Rebekah. Thus it will always be with hypnotic mind controlling goddesses, their own pleasures cum first; their subjects have to wait patiently for their attention, especially when 2 or more of them make congress.