The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Jane stood in the hallway outside the bedroom, riding on a sugary high of pure happiness. Why wouldn’t she be? She’d just been passionately fucking Aubrey, her lifelong crush, and submissively serving Connie. For so long Jane had always dismissed Connie as just that nerdy friend of her younger sister. Even when she’d begun eating Connie out regularly and allowing Connie to hypnotize her it had always felt like indulging her rather than something she was invested in.

Jane glanced over at the closed door, where she could hear the muffled sounds of Aubrey and Connie still going at it. Connie must have done something good because just then Aubrey let out a moan and cried, “Oh Connie!”

Just a minute ago that had been Jane moaning Connie’s name, unable to help herself as she came. She’d volunteered to get some water and check on the others downstairs, but that was just an excuse to get away. Because as she came down from the orgasm and saw Connie smiling down at her there was no denying it any more.

“I want Connie,” she whispered to herself, still amazed at this fact. While it wasn’t love or anything serious, Jane had to admit that she really did have feelings for Connie. She genuinely enjoyed being submissive and under her control. Not that she was ready to become her slave or anything kinky like that. Still, it was a revelation for her confirmed by the hour long sexual escapade they’d all had together. Or at least the clock said it had been over an hour. Jane knew she’d spent most of that time in trance with no idea what Connie and Aubrey had been up to. An idea that now made Jane bite her lip and shiver with excitement.

Now Jane’s problem was figuring out what to do about these new feelings. There was no way Jane could just throw herself at Connie’s feet and beg to be her hypnotized plaything. That would be mortifying, though she had no doubt Connie would get off on it. No, Jane had to play this cool. She had to make Connie be the one coming to her begging to be with her. That was how it should be between them, with the older and cooler Jane having the advantage.

Except that Connie only had to snap her fingers or say some magic words and Jane’s brain would shut off, leaving her ready to do anything Connie commanded. It was hot, she could admit that now, but was super annoying if she wanted to maintain her cool girl image.

Jane suddenly imagined what it would be like dating Connie. She’d be completely at Connie’s mercy, fulfilling every dumb, horny idea that came to the nerdy girl’s mind. Dress up in embarrassing outfits? Jane would just be dropped into trance and wake up in whatever Connie had picked out for her. Do sex stuff in public? Well, that would be hot. But Connie could also make Jane do all sorts of stupid, humiliating nerdy things too. It didn’t matter who saw them, Jane knew she’d be locked into being a simpering, obedient girlfriend for Connie.

It was mortifying to imagine, and yet Jane still shoved a hand between her legs to rub herself. She bit the side of her hand to keep from moaning out loud.

Being humiliated and under someone’s thumb had always sounded like a nightmare to Jane, so why was it so hot to imagine now? Was it because of Connie? Because it was with hypnosis? It was a whole new side of her desires she’d have to sort through. And all it would take was Connie to question her in trance for Jane to spill every embarrassing revelation about her new interest in Connie.

If only there was a way to defend herself. But she didn’t know any other hypnotists. There was Gloria, but Jane definitely wasn’t talking about her freaky hypno hookup concerns with her grandma.

Jane was masturbating quietly and imagining herself as Connie’s trophy girlfriend when something creaked nearby. She spun around, heart instantly in her throat at being caught, but there was no one there. For a moment Jane was terrified it was her mom. Then Connie’s voice whispered in her head, telling her not to be concerned about her mom and that she wouldn’t find out anything about tonight. Jane instantly relaxed, remembering that her mom wasn’t a concern tonight. Obviously Connie would get her out of the house somehow before having girls over to hypnotize and fuck.

What had she been concerned about?

Jane blinked, her head fuzzy and her pussy soaked. She thought she’d heard something while touching herself and thinking of Connie, but there was no one here. It must just be the cabin creaking, or one of the girls downstairs making noise.

Then it dawned on her. Jane did know another hypnotist. Katie knew about hypnosis, or at least claimed to. There was no guarantee she would be as good as Connie, though. And would Katie even be willing to help her? Or more importantly, did she even want to trust Katie with the knowledge of how badly she wanted Connie?

It was the only other option she had, and she wasn’t going to figure it out hiding in the upstairs hallway. So Jane rearranged her dress and set off downstairs, determined just to get a lay of the land and see how good Katie was at hypnosis. Then she could decide if she trusted her or not.

Michelle couldn’t stop touching herself. She’d tried to resist. It wasn’t even to get herself off, as Connie had forbidden her from orgasming. Not a suggestion for her to stop when she got close, but rather her body literally couldn’t climax no matter how much she rubbed at her clit. All she was doing was making herself into a sweaty, dripping, restless mess, when she was meant to be relaxing.

But there was nothing Michelle could do. Not when she was listening to her daughter Jane moaning out Connie’s name in sexual bliss.

Connie was in the other bedroom fucking her daughter. And fucking Aubrey too, judging by her moans. A threesome that was no doubt involving plenty of hypnosis too.

Michelle was slumped against her bedroom door. On her knees, ear pressed to the wood as her fingers danced over her soaked pussy. Desperately trying to hear more. Every now and then the moans would stop. There was the susurrus of faint voices, words muttered in a steady, monotone rhythm just too quiet to make out. Hypnotized replies coming from Aubrey or Jane or both at once. Michelle couldn’t make out what they said, but just the tone was enough for her to imagine the girls naked and hypnotized, under Connie’s control. Under her Mistress’ control.

And Michelle wanted so badly to join them. As exhausted as she was from acting like a total whore at the party with her friends, Michelle wished she could crawl over to the next bedroom and beg Connie to fuck her too. To control her along with Jane and Aubrey.

Obviously that wasn’t happening. Michelle wasn’t even meant to hear any of this. It had sounded so teasing when Connie had commanded her not to hear anything happening downstairs. She was going to be fooling around with someone, her Mistress hypnotizing and fucking someone else, all while she was left in the dark. Except Connie, sweet naive Connie, must have forgotten her own command. Because the silence Michelle was made to hear was broken by the sound of excited giggling as she brought someone upstairs. At first Michelle thought she’d done it on purpose to tease her, until she heard Jane moaning.

There was no way Connie meant for Michelle to find out that she was sleeping with her daughter this way. And that it was a threesome with Aubrey, at that. It was so wickedly hot that Michelle couldn’t stop herself from masturbating. As the threesome went on Michelle became more and more worked up, eventually crawling her way right up to the door. She didn’t dare leave and risk exposing herself. But her libido was screaming for her to go in there and join them.

But she didn’t, because Connie would never be able to make that work. There was no way Jane would accept her mother asking to involve herself in their threesome. Not unless Connie hypnotized her into letting it happen. Oh god, why was that idea so hot?

Mother and daughter, both eagerly submissive to the same beautiful mistress.

Michelle knew Connie would enjoy that. That she probably wanted it. But she trusted Connie too. She would never force someone into a situation they didn’t truly want. It was why she felt so free submitting to her in the first place.

But Michelle couldn’t help but admire how hot the threesome happening nearby was. Jane’s crush on Aubrey was an open secret, with her bashful and adorably doting nature on her vacation friend. Now they were finally fucking. Not just fucking, but being hypnotized and dominated by Connie together.

She was happy that Jane could experience such a wonderful, sensual activity. Happy for Aubrey and Connie too. And yet Michelle couldn’t help but be jealous of them all, especially as she was locked here in hypnotic denial.

Suddenly a voice spoke, just on the other side of the door.

“I want Connie.”

It was Jane.

Michelle held her breath, terrified that her daughter was aware of what she was doing. And yet, as terrified as she was of being caught like this, Michelle’s fingers never slowed. She waited for Jane’s footsteps to walk away but they never came. Instead there was a muffled moan and the sound of movement. Instantly Michelle knew that Jane was masturbating. They were on either side of the thin bedroom door, both fingering themselves to thoughts of Connie.

At least that’s what Michelle was imagining, but it felt safe to presume that Jane was getting just as addicted to Connie’s control as her mother was. Suddenly Michelle wanted to open the door. To tell Jane that it was okay. That she was Connie’s obedient slave too. That it was okay to admit their desires for serving at Connie’s command. To fall into trance whenever she wanted. Their minds and bodies belonging to their Mistress.

It wouldn’t matter who they were anymore. They could simply be sex slaves who belonged to Connie together.

It was such an insane thing to do, and yet Michelle found herself starting to rise up from her knees. Still fucking herself, Michelle reached for the doorknob. They could touch themselves together and dream of Connie.

Suddenly a floorboard creaked beneath her.

Michelle froze. Even her insatiable fingers finally stopped rubbing. In the hallway the faint sounds of masturbation stopped too. She listened to the silence, finally back to her proper senses.

She heard Jane laugh a quiet, embarrassed laugh, before she began to walk downstairs. Michelle heard one creak of the stairs before the footsteps vanished, muted by Connie’s hypnotic command. Michelle slumped against the door and shook her head.

“I’m too horny,” she muttered, prying her hand away from her crotch. It had been such a long weekend already. Her mind was racked with exhaustion and slutty memories and a relentless libido. Of course she shouldn’t have confessed to her daughter what she got up to with Connie. There was no way Jane would react well to that.

Michelle dragged herself off the floor and back to bed, even going so far as to sit on her hands to stop them from teasing her more. She needed to sleep. In the morning she could talk to Connie and figure out what to do.

Because now she knew that Jane was sleeping with Connie too. There would have to be a change in the house. Unless Connie was planning to keep their enslavement a secret from each of them. Or if she was planning to only keep one of them.

Michelle frowned, a new fear blooming. What if Connie chose Jane over her? It made sense. Jane was younger. More age appropriate for Connie. It wasn’t like she and Connie could go out on dates without getting strange looks in town. Michelle was old enough to be Jane’s mother.

Connie dating Jane and forgetting about her only made sense.

And yet a jealous anger was replacing that fear. Submitting to Connie had been a dream come true. She wasn’t about to let this unexpected relationship go without a fight. Jane was younger and sexy, but Michelle was sexy in her own right. If it was a contest of who could be the better slave, then Michelle would simply have to prove that she was the correct way to go.

Michelle finally began to drift off, her tired eyes closing to thoughts of her proving her superiority in submission to Connie. Only as sleep took her Michelle found her fantasy shifting. Her and Jane not competing for Connie, but serving her together. Both of them naked, kneeling and accepting silver collars that Connie fastened to their necks, then connecting their collars with a silver chain. A moan slipped from Michelle’s lips as dream Connie pulled on the leash, dragging the two slaves together until they met in a passionate kiss.

Michelle writhed under the covers, muttering and touching herself in her sleep to the taboo dreams.

Jane was surprised by what she saw when she descended the stairs. She had been expecting Katie to be doing some form of hypnosis for the other girls, satisfying them while they waited for Connie to come downstairs. And while the girls named Heidi and Sonia were sitting on the couch in a drooling trance, it was Coop who was swinging a green crystal necklace before their dazed eyes.

“Just relax, girls. Surrender to the trance. Sink into the pleasure.”

“Sink,” Heidi and Sonia whispered together, like they’d been trained to do it.

Coop smiled a giddy smile and bounced in place, glancing back over her shoulder for Katie’s approval. Maybe it was the fact that Coop was dressed in a silly knockoff cheerleader outfit with her hair in pigtails but she looked like a smitten schoolgirl fawning for her teacher’s attention.

“Great work,” Katie told her, patting Coop’s lower back. Then she glanced up and saw Jane. For a second Katie and Coop stiffened, caught in the act. But then Katie held a finger up to her lips in a shushing gesture.

They weren’t guilty, just surprised at the interruption. Connie had mentioned how many problems could arise from the suggestibility of trance. One wrong phrase muttered on accident could lead to strange reactions and miscommunications. Or at least that’s what Connie had read could happen.

So Jane kept her mouth shut, not wanting to screw up the hypnosis.

Katie nodded gratefully, before tapping Coop’s shoulder and waving her hand for her to continue. Coop still glanced anxiously between her and Jane, but she was probably nervous learning hypnosis. Actually, maybe Jane should ask to be taught next. If she knew a thing or two about hypnosis that might help put her in a better position with Connie.

Lost in a daydream of wowing Connie with her new hypnosis skills, Jane missed Katie waving her over at first. When she did notice she blushed deeply and hurried after her into the kitchen.

“Sorry about that,” Katie told her in a confidential whisper. “Just didn’t want you to accidentally wake the girls up.”

“I get it. So Coop knows hypnosis now?”

“Not exactly. I already hypnotized them, but she’s practicing so she could try it too.”

Jane coughed and hoped she didn’t look too eager as she said, “Maybe you could teach me next. I’d love to learn some hypnosis.”

For some reason that put a strange smile on Katie’s face. “Your grandma didn’t teach you anything?”

“She does cheesy Vegas stage-show stuff. Not the kind of hypnosis you and Connie do.”

“So you want to learn the kind of hypnosis Connie does?”

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to learn. After all, Connie has me at a disadvantage. Maybe learning a few tricks could help even things out.”

Katie put a hand to her breasts. For a second Coop thought she was gonna grope herself, but then Katie’s fingers searched her cleavage and she frowned, clearly not finding what she was looking for.

“Right, I lent my necklace to Coop.”

Jane shifted in place, wondering why she suddenly felt uneasy. “We don’t have to start now. You could show me something once Connie and Aubrey come back down.”

“But you’re here now. All alone,” Katie added, in a way that sent a shiver down Jane’s back.

Jane checked the next room. Coop still had the other two girls in a trance, but she was still in earshot. Its not like Katie would try something with her so close. Then she remembered that smitten schoolgirl look on Coop’s face. She hadn’t been smiling at her like that before they went upstairs.

Suddenly Katie slapped her forehead. “Oh right. Duh.”

“What are you—”

“A good host would go into trance right now.”

Suddenly Jane remembered that she was the host of the party, even if she’d snuck upstairs for a threesome. She was a good host, who knew what she needed to do to keep Connie’s guests happy. And just then she realized just what a good host would do.

Jane smiled as her thoughts faded, her eyes glazing over. Her shoulders sank and her posture relaxed. In no time Jane was left empty-headed and deep in trance.

“Thank you for making that so easy, Connie,” said Katie with a laugh.

It wasn’t directed at her, so the hypnotized Jane forgot the words as soon as she heard them.

“Jane, tell me how deep in trance you are.”

At the command Jane smiled and obeyed. “I am in a pretty deep trance.”

“And do you feel the desire to obey whatever I tell you?”

“Yes, Katie.”

“Good girl. Jane, from this moment on you will be my slave, totally obedient to my every command.”

Jane’s empty mind considered the command. Then she smiled and said, “No.”

“You- Wait. Did you say no?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to be your slave.”

Katie gaped at her in disbelief.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know you very well. Not well enough for something serious like that. And you’re Aubrey’s ex, so that might be awkward. Plus I don’t really want to be a slave and helpless.” Jane delivered her response in a casual monotone. There was a silence as Katie mulled things over, so Jane simply stood there entranced.

“What if you loved me more than anyone else in the world. Would you submit to the woman you loved?”

“No. Love doesn’t equal trust. I’ve loved people who ended up hurting me before.”

“Oh what the hell.”

While Katie was clearly frustrated, it all made perfect sense to Jane’s subconscious. She was so used to hypnosis and trance. To having her thoughts and memories altered by Connie and her grandmother. But the most important edict drilled into her subconscious was the power for her to say no to anything she was truly against.

So when she heard Katie demand, “Tell me how you’d agree to be my slave tonight,” there was only one response to give.

“I won’t.”

“Ugh. I thought you’d be the pushover, miss perfect host.”

“What’s the matter?” A new voice asked as Coop entered the kitchen.

“I’m conflicted about my crush on Connie,” Jane said, oblivious to the fact that the question wasn’t delivered to her. “I want to be hers, but I’m scared of being so under her control. It’s such a hot idea though.”

Katie and Coop studied Jane as she fell silent, her current frustration shared.

“Jane, how would you feel being Connie’s slave?”

This time a tremor passed through Jane, fear and arousal in equal measure. “Happy. Scared. Turned on.”

“What scares you about it?”

“That I’d be totally helpless. Connie could make me do anything and I’d have no say.”

“Slaves are helpless, aren’t they?” Katie asked, stepping forward with a renewed confidence.

“Yes, they are.”

“And if she commanded it, you would be a slave for Connie?”

“Yes,” Jane answered, her feelings clear without the resistance from her ego and conscious thoughts.

“Would you be a slave for anyone else?”

“No one else.”

“Right. Jane, don’t hear anything we say until I tap your shoulder. Understand?”

“Yes,” Jane replied, and heard nothing else.

“So what do you think, Mistress?”

“Well it’s clear she’ll be a slave for Connie, but she definitely won’t submit to me.” Katie frowned. She’d only just learned about hypnosis and the possibility of enslaving women to her will that day, and yet Jane’s refusal still irked her. Claiming Coop had been such a rush. And now Heidi and Sonia were on their way to being hers. Speaking of.

Katie walked to the edge of the room and snapped her fingers. “Girls, resume your mantra.”

“Yes, Katie,” Heidi and Sonia replied with meek voices. In unison they lifted their skirts and spread their legs, panties already removed and sitting in Katie’s bag like trophies. The two women began to rub their clits slowly as they spoke in a steady, synchronized rhythm. “We belong to Mistress Katie. We cannot resist Mistress Katie. We love to obey Mistress Katie.”

Katie nodded, satisfied. Ordering Coop to give her friends a mantra of devotion to her had been such wicked fun. And when Katie turned she saw Coop rubbing herself, hand under her short green skirt and a lovesick smile on her face.

“Did I do good, Mistress?”

“You did wonderful. Their minds should be nice and melted in minutes. As long as Connie doesn’t come downstairs before then, they should be just as devoted as you are.”

Coop shook her head violently, pigtails whipping about. “No way, Mistress. No one could be more devoted to you than me. I live to please you and love you more than anything.”

Katie grinned, savoring the manic gleam in Coop’s eyes. “I really broke you. This hypnosis stuff is so twisted and fun.” She gave Coop an affectionate kiss that nearly made the poor girl swoon. Then she turned to frown back at Jane. “Now how do we break her?”

“I don’t think we need to, Mistress.” Coop had fallen to her knees from the kiss, and was now promptly wrapping herself around Katie’s leg. “After all, she said she’d be Connie’s slave. So once you convince Connie that owning women as slaves is fine then Jane will be a slave no problem.”

“But that’s if we can get Connie into trance to convince her. I still can’t believe she doesn’t want to own all of you already.”

Coop stroked at her Mistress’ thigh and sighed longingly. “Oh she does, I can tell. Her conscience is just in the way. It was obvious how tempted she was to keep me, Heidi and Sonia back when she had us at the lake.”

“We also can’t let Jane warn Connie about what’s happening. I won’t let anyone get in the way of my love for Connie.” A hard edge crept into Katie’s voice. It was one thing to realize she wasn’t acting like herself, but there was nothing she wanted to do about it. The hypnosis was working on her mind just like all the other girls. The difference was that she was in charge. At least while Connie was upstairs.

She twisted one of Coop’s pigtails between her fingers, still wrestling with the idea of hypnotizing Connie into being her slave. Should she really brainwash the woman she loved like that? Then again, it was a way to ensure Connie would love her back just as much. It was the safest way to date Connie, and the idea was getting her wet.

But if Connie didn’t want to be a slave, then Katie couldn’t do that to her.

Katie tapped Jane’s shoulder. The entranced girl’s head shot up, ready to obey. “Jane, did Connie take control of you upstairs?”

“Yes. She made me and Aubrey into her playthings for the night.”

“But not her slave?”

“No,” Jane replied, a note of disappointment slipping through the trance.

“Do you think Connie would enjoy being a slave?”

Jane blinked a few times. “I- I don’t know.”

“Do you think she would enjoy submitting to a stronger woman.”

This time Jane tilted her head. “Maybe. Before she hypnotized me she would do anything I said hoping for my attention. If I wanted to I probably could have made her obey me and she’d like it.”

“How would you like to dominate Connie?”

Katie watched the gears turning behind Jane’s hypnotized eyes. A smile began to grow on the pretty girl’s lips. “I would like that. It would be hot to tease her. And if I was in charge then Connie couldn’t command me to reveal how much I want her to own me.”

“That’s right, Jane. Wouldn’t you like to be in charge and control Connie for a while?” Something angry and sharp was twisting in Katie’s heart. A jealousy that Jane would be taking control over the love of her life. It had felt fine to allow Connie to fuck Jane and Aubrey. That hadn’t bothered Katie all that much, in truth, as Connie would be hers by the end of the night. But this felt different. Jane, who somehow refused to submit to her, having control over Connie. Her Connie.

Katie clenched her hands and tamped down on her jealousy. It was only temporary. And it would settle things for her.

“Jane, I want you to go upstairs and take control. I know Aubrey would enjoy acting dominant too, so get her on your side. Both of you will try to dominate Connie. As much as she’d enjoy it. Find out how submissive she can be.”

“And if she wants to be hypnotized,” added Coop from down at Katie’s feet.

Jane had been nodding her head along, but paused at that. “I don’t know how to hypnotize.”

“But Katie does. Tell her that Katie could hypnotize her and put her at everyone’s mercy.”

Katie snapped her fingers at Coop, who instantly withered at the reproach. “That’s too much.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I just thought that if Connie got off on the idea she’d be more willing.”

Her slave did have a point. Katie considered it, their words sitting in Jane’s head like programming in a computer, commands to be executed. It would be easy to delete the suggestion, and yet Katie’s body thrilled at the idea of Connie getting off to a fantasy about her. Her Connie, fantasizing about being hypnotized by her and under her control.

“Very well,” she said with a cough, and gave Coop a pat on the head to show she was no longer upset. “Tease Connie with the idea of me hypnotizing her and see how much it turns her on. Keep her up there for at least another thirty minutes.”

“Yes, Katie.”

“And when you come downstairs you’ll feel the urge to tell me everything about how it went. In private,” she quickly added, so Jane wouldn’t simply blurt it out to everyone.

“Yes, Katie. I’ll feel the urge to tell you everything about how it went in private.”

“You won’t remember anything about this trance, Jane. As far as you are concerned wanting to dominate Connie is your own idea that you just had while watching us down here.”

“Yes. My own idea.”

Katie kept toying with Coop’s hair, going over her commands and wondering if there was anything else she missed. Everything she’d set in motion with Jane all depended on Connie agreeing to submit to Jane’s sudden new lust for domination. If Connie resisted or got suspicious about it then she would be sunk.

Suddenly Katie had an idea. A wicked smile spread on her face.

“Jane, Connie commanded you to be a good host for her party, right?”

“Of course. I want to be a good host for Connie’s party.”

“That’s right. You’ll do anything to serve Connie’s guests.”

“Anything. Unless I truly don’t want to do them.”

Katie clicked her tongue. “Yes, naturally. What I’m getting at is that you will obey Connie’s guests, but Connie isn’t a guest, now is she?”

Jane tilted her head, blank eyes blinking in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Connie told you to be a good host and obey her guests for the party. But Connie can’t be a guest when this is her party.”

“Yeah.”

“So for this party you will obey Connie’s guests. Which means you don’t have to obey Connie.”

“I don’t?”

“Not during our party,” Katie said, leaning in to cup Jane’s chin. She stared into those empty eyes, drilling home the new idea. “If Connie gives you a command, you can just shrug it off. You don’t have to obey her.”

“Because she’s not a guest like us,” Coop chimed in, getting the idea.

“But I like obeying Connie.”

“Of course you do. But you can’t dominate Connie if she can stop you with a word. And aren’t you afraid of her ordering you to confess your real feelings for her?”

Jane squeaked, an involuntary sound of fear.

“So if you don’t obey Connie for the rest of the party, then she can’t make you reveal anything. And you’ll be able to tease her and dominate her with Aubrey.”

“Yeah…” Jane was straightening up, more power coming into her monotone voice. “Connie’s not a guest. So I don’t have to obey her. For the party.”

“That’s right,” urged Katie, stroking Jane’s cheek. “Once the party is over you can go back to obeying her and enjoying yourself. But just for this party, you will not obey Connie.”

“I will not obey Connie.”

“You won’t do anything she commands.”

“I won’t do anything Connie commands.”

“You won’t reveal anything she asks of you.”

“I won’t reveal anything she asks of me.”

“And you won’t go into trance for Connie, no matter what she does.”

“I won’t go into trance for Connie, no matter what she does.”

Katie grinned. So what if Jane wouldn’t be her slave? At least now Jane was out of Connie’s control. That was good enough, since she only needed Connie to lose all of her power over the other girls. Helpless and alone, it should be easy for Katie to hypnotize her. And then they would be able to make slaves of all of them, as a loving pair of Mistresses. Or a slave and Mistress. It excited Katie that she still wasn’t sure which position she would be in. Being Connie’s slave sounded like a dream, and yet Coop made a tempting case for making Connie into her slave.

She would simply have to wait and see how the night turned out.

“So Jane, if Connie orders you into trance, what will you do?”

“I won’t go into trance,” the hypnotized girl replied instantly.

“And if Connie orders you to do something?”

“I won’t do it.”

“If Connie orders you to get a chair?

“I won’t do it.”

Katie grinned wide. “And if Connie ordered you to help her?”

“I won’t do it.”

“Such a good party host you are,” cooed Katie. Jane shuddered with joy at the praise. She looked so beautiful in a mindless trance like this. “Oh, that reminds me. Did Connie manage to hypnotize Aubrey?”

“Yes, she hypnotized Aubrey. Connie had me repeat her new trigger over and over so she would remember it.”

“So other people besides Connie can use it?”

“Yes.”

Katie laughed, and muttered under her breath, “Connie’s making this too easy. What’s the trigger?”

“You tell her ‘Sink into the stars,’ and when she’s in trance she will respond ‘I am lost among the stars.’”

“How pretty. Thank you so much, Jane. You’ve been a huge help.” Katie leaned in and kissed Jane on the lips. It was shocking how horny manipulating someone got her, and it was especially exciting how Jane’s lips didn’t respond at all, the hypnotized girl simply staying in place. Katie could have gone on kissing her, but Coop hugged her leg and whined a needy sound.

It reminded Katie that there were more important things to do. Like the pair of hypnotized ladies in the next room, masturbating and moaning mantras of obedience to her.

So Katie broke the kiss and turned Jane around by the shoulders to face the door. She gave her a hard slap on the ass, making Jane flinch even as her blank expression never changed. “Now get up there and see how submissive Connie wants to be. And wake up when you reach the top of the stairs.”

“Yes, Katie.” She began marching into the living room, hypnotized and oblivious to Heidi and Sonia masturbating on the couch. Their tired voices still recited in unison.

“We belong to Mistress Katie. We cannot resist Mistress Katie. We love to obey Mistress Katie. We belong to Mistress Katie. We cannot resist Mistress Katie. We love to obey Mistress Katie.”

Katie watched with a rising heat in her chest as Jane robotically walked up the stairs to seduce Connie. And Coop was clinging to Katie’s leg, kissing her hand desperately.

“Mistress, you’re so smart and perfect. That was so hot watching you control Jane.”

“I’d feel better if she was a slave like you, but I suppose that’s the best I could have done.”

“And with Jane keeping Connie busy we have more time to bring Heidi and Sonia under your control.” Coop hugged Katie’s leg, humping the air like a needy dog. “I just want to make everyone into your slave. You deserve it Mistress. We need to make Connie your slave.”

“Only if that’s what she wants,” Katie reminded her slave, but there was no denying the excitement growing in her at the idea. If Connie submitted to Jane and Aubrey, then she’d be happy submitting to her too. And then Connie could be kneeling beside Coop, hugging her other leg as both girls stared up at her lovingly. Plus all the other women naked and fucking each other, slaves to her will as well.

“Eat me out,” Katie commanded, not able to wait any more. Coop eagerly got to work undressing her Mistress, as if she’d been waiting for this chance all her life. As her slave worked, Katie kept staring at Heidi and Sonia’s empty expressions, imagining that Connie was there with the same blank look, repeating the same mantras.

“We belong to Mistress Katie. We cannot resist Mistress Katie. We love to obey Mistress Katie.”

The woman she loved, locked into total enslavement. It really was such a beautifully tempting idea.