The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Miss Scarlett held the hypnotized blonde woman to her, rocking her slowly and gently back and forth. “That’s right, going deeper and deeper, more and more relaxed, deeper and deeper into relaxation, more and more deeply relaxed with each word you hear. You are doing so well and are so completely relaxed. You are so relaxed you are totally, completely limp. You could move if you wanted to, Emily, but you don’t want to, because you are so utterly relaxed. You are deeply relaxed, deeply asleep, deeply hypnotized.”

Scarlett placed a tiny kiss on the top of Emily’s head. Her guest’s ponytail felt so silky under her hand. “You are deeply and completely hypnotized, Emily darling, and you love the feeling of total relaxation so much.” She stopped rocking, and started caressing the hypnotized girl’s back, lightly and tenderly. Emily’s skin was soft as cream. Her golden hair gleamed in the candlelight, and every single strand was perfect. She’s like a princess, Miss Scarlett thought. Emily is exquisite, with her crystal-clear blue eyes, high cheekbones, aristocratic nose, soft voice, and the quietly feminine way she moves.

She really is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Miss Scarlett thought—and, oh, I love the look on her face when she is going into trance, intense and sleepy and fascinated and vulnerable. When we’re apart I keep thinking that Emily really can’t be that gorgeous, it’s just the moment. But now we’re together again, and I know my memory’s not playing tricks on me. She really is that beautiful. She doesn’t wear her sexuality on her sleeve, but even so, Emily is the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.

And I’m the luckiest, Scarlett thought. She’d hypnotized attractive people before—including people she’d flirted with and wanted to get to know better—but no one had ever tugged on her heartstrings like this.

Miss Scarlett continued stroking the hypnotized girl’s back. “Now, Emily, you are deeply hypnotized and completely relaxed. How do you feel?”

“Relaaaaxed,” Emily murmured.

Even the way she talks is sexy, Scarlett thought, in trance or out of it. “Emily, you know I have hypnotized you. You know you are a somnambulist, a natural expert at going into trance. And because I’ve hypnotized you and you are so good at going into trance, you have fallen deeply and totally under my spell. Utterly and completely under my spell. You are under my spell, Emily, and I will take care of you. Now tell me, Emily, what are you thinking right this moment?”

“I am under your spell,” whispered the hypnotized girl.

Ohhh. Scarlett had thought that’s what Emily would say, but hearing the words in Emily’s soft hypnotized voice tantalized Scarlett’s brain and heart so strongly that her body trembled. “Are you sure?” the hypnotist breathed.

“Yessss,” Emily murmured.

Scarlett wanted to throw her plans out the window and pounce on the blonde woman right then, but she wanted to give Emily the best weekend possible, and the night was still young. She took a few deep breaths. “Do you like how you feel, Emily?”

“Oh yessss,” Emily whispered.

“Good, very good,” Scarlett said. I am calm, she thought. This is about us, not me. “You’re doing perfectly. Now sit up for a moment.” She guided the hypnotized girl into a sitting position, then stood up. She quickly slipped the money on the dining room table back into Emily’s purse.

“Emily darling, thank you so much for paying your part of the plane ticket.” Scarlett sat down beside her. “When you wake up you might notice some more money in your purse, or you might not. It doesn’t matter. But you know you paid me your fair share and you remember doing so clearly. If you notice the money in your purse, you will assume you just had a little more money than you realized.

“Now, Emily, listen to me very carefully. For the rest of the evening, I will show you my pocket watch from time to time. Whenever you see it, it will hypnotize you, and you will sink slowly and inexorably right back into a hypnotic sleep. This happens automatically and naturally, and you can’t help it. It’s just what happens to you for the rest of the evening. When you wake up tomorrow morning, this suggestion will expire. As of tomorrow the pocket watch will be an ordinary watch, and seeing it will have no effect on you at all. But right now, you will become hypnotized every time I show you my pocket watch.

“Listen to me very carefully, Emily. For the rest of the evening, whenever you hear me say the words ‘open your eyes,’ your eyes will open, and you will wake up. You will feel awake, but you will still be hypnotized, deeply relaxed and comfortable, free from stress and worry. You will know you are hypnotized and enjoy the experience. Most importantly, when you hear me say the words ‘open your eyes,’ you will wake up and have no memory of having just fallen asleep. This suggestion will also expire when you wake up tomorrow morning. Now, Emily, what will happen when you see my pocket watch tonight?”

“I will be hypnotized, and fall into hypnotic sleep,” the blonde woman whispered.

Ohh. Emily is so beautiful when she talks with her eyes closed, Scarlett thought. Her voice is so soft and elegant when she’s awake... and even sexier when it’s all dreamy.

I have the most beautiful woman I know hypnotized in front of me, Scarlett thought, and shivered again. “And what will happen when you hear me say the words ‘open your eyes?’”

“I will wake up and have no memory of falling asleep,” Emily murmured.

“You are doing perfectly,” Scarlett purred. “Now, on the count of three, you will wake, but still be hypnotized, relaxed, refreshed, and comfortable. One, two, three. Awake.”

Emily’s eyes opened. She stretched, saw Miss Scarlett, and smiled.

“Wow,” she said softly.

“Hi,” Scarlett said.

The blonde woman leaned forward and kissed Miss Scarlett gently on the lips. “Thank you. This is great. I feel wonderful. It’s like all the weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can just enjoy being with you and not worry about anything else.”

“I’m so glad you’re happy,” Scarlett said.

Emily nodded. “Being hypnotized is so relaxing and refreshing and comfortable! I wish I’d met you earlier. This would have helped so much in school.”

Scarlett smiled at her. “Would you like to tell me about your art?”

“Of course. I like nature. I mostly paint landscapes and trees, but people really seem to like it when I do flowers.”

Scarlett held up her pocket watch, and Emily’s eyes fixed on it.

“I sometimes do animals...” The blonde woman blinked a few times, then swallowed. “I... well...”

“Go on, Emily darling.” The hypnotized girl’s expression was priceless. She was fixated on the watch. She was trying to stay awake, blinking, blinking...

“I’m not that good at...” Emily’s eyes opened wide, then closed completely, her head nodding on her chest.

Emily is gorgeous, in or out of trance, Scarlett thought. “Emily, when you wake up you will take your hair down. Open your eyes.”

The blonde woman’s eyes opened and she raised her head. “I—I lost my train of thought. What was I saying? Goodness, you must think I’m a flake.”

“You were telling me about your art,” Scarlett said. “And I know you’re not a flake.”

Emily reached around her head, took her ponytail out of the scrunchie, and combed her fingers through her hair for a moment. Gathering it up, she draped it over one shoulder. Scarlett’s breath quickened as Emily’s hair tumbled to her belt, gleaming as it reflected the flickering candlelight.

“Right, I’m not that good at drawing people,” Emily finished. She smiled wryly. “I tried to draw you, once. I couldn’t get it to come out right. I couldn’t do you justice.”

“You know, I don’t have a picture of you,” Scarlett mused.

“The only ones I have of you are from your web page. Though I think there’s a picture from that first stage show when you hypnotized me and Anna.”

“Yes, you’re right. The pictures from my shows are tiny, though. My agent says that if they were any larger, we’d have to get written consent from anyone who was photographed, and there’s no way to find them all.” Miss Scarlett crossed her arms, thinking. “I need to get a new camera. I’m all out of film. I wish I had thought of this earlier. I would have picked some up so we could get a picture of us together.” She held up the watch. “If that’s all right with you.”

“I would like that—too—” The watch had captured Emily’s stare. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. “And I will—find—” Her eyes closed.

Scarlett went to the thermostat, turned it up several notches, then sat down again. “When you wake up, you will notice that it’s grown warm in here, and you will take off your shirt. Open your eyes.”

Emily’s blue eyes popped open, then she blinked a few times. “Yes, I was going to find—that’s right. I think I have some pictures of me. Somewhere. I can mail some to you, but if you’re in town I can give them to you in person.” She ran a finger around the collar of her shirt.

“My camera’s just a point-and-shoot, but maybe we can pick up some film and find someone to take our picture,” Scarlett continued. “Next time I’m in California, I would love to see your art.”

“Well, my company mostly does brochures,” Emily said. “Is it just me or is it warm in here?”

“You’re right, it is a little warm.” Scarlett got up and turned the thermostat down—but not as much as she’d turned it up earlier. “I meant your work, Emily darling,” she said when she was seated again.

“Oh!” Emily fanned herself, then pulled off her shirt and dropped it on the sofa beside her. She pushed her hair out of her face. “Yes, I’d love it if you would come by my studio. My paintings don’t go for very much, but I’d love to show them to you.”

Emily wore a plain white bra, but Scarlett did not comment on that—yet. “Emily, you are so beautiful.” The blonde woman looked away, shyly. Scarlett took her own shirt off and dropped it on the coffee table beside Emily’s glasses. Her own bra was black lace. “Have you always had long hair?”

The blonde woman looked at Scarlett again. “No, I had it shoulder-length in junior high and high school,” she explained. “When I was a freshman in college I was too busy to cut it all year. By the time summer break arrived I realized I liked it that way, so I stopped cutting it. It was to my waist by graduation. I thought about cutting it, but if I did I’d look like I was a high schooler again.”

Both women laughed. “Nope!” Emily finished. “I just trim it a bit once a year to—” Scarlett had held up the watch again. “To keep it—” Scarlett smiled mischievously, as Emily’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier. “Keep it—healthy—”

The blonde woman’s eyes closed, her head nodding forward.

“Emily, when you wake up you will take off your bra,” Scarlett suggested. “Open your eyes.”

Emily raised her head and smiled. “How about you? Have you always worn your hair like a glamorous, mysterious femme fatale?” She unclipped her bra and tossed it on top of her shirt. Scarlett thought her breasts were delightful.

“Well, I—Emily, are you too warm? I can turn the heat down some more if you’d like.”

Emily shook her head. “No, I’m fine.”

“Then why did you take off your bra?”

Emily shrugged. “I just feel more comfortable this way.” She stood up, walked around Scarlett’s chair, and gathered up the Southern belle’s long dark hair. “Your hair is so beautiful, Miss Scarlett.” She divided it in her hands and started braiding it.

This feels so nice, Scarlett thought. “It was my second grade teacher. She had really long hair. It was her way of being unique. She was beautiful, and she was also kind and understanding. Everyone knew who she was.” Emily’s fingers gently twisted her host’s dark hair into patterns. “I wanted to be like that too.” Scarlett smiled, amused by her youth. “Exotic, eye-catching, the center of attention.”

“You are all those things,” Emily murmured.

“What are you doing, anyway?”

“You’ll see. Miss Scarlett, you are always the center of attention, whenever you walk into a room.” Emily laughed a little. “I’m still amazed you noticed me. I was the shy skeptical girl who thought hypnosis was all fake. Then you walked out on stage and I had my first girl crush.” The hypnotized girl slipped her scrunchie around the end of Scarlett’s hair. “Now take a look.”

Emily led Scarlett into the bathroom. The blonde woman had done Scarlett’s hair into a French braid, with elegant lines folded over her head and falling down her back.

Scarlett gazed at herself, eyes wide, then turned to her guest. Emily looked away, shyly nibbling on her lip; but Scarlett’s hand on her cheek turned her face towards her, and the Southern belle kissed the blonde woman passionately. Emily’s arms slid around her host, and their tongues met and danced. Scarlett tugged on Emily’s lower lip with her own, then kissed her cheeks and her ears. Emily moaned softly, kissed Scarlett’s cheek, then the corner of her mouth, then her lips.

Scarlett raised the pocket watch, and Emily’s eyes instantly fixated on it. “Miss Scarlett—I—”

The blonde woman’s eyes closed, and she collapsed, her body limp, into Scarlett’s arms.

Good heavens, Scarlett thought. “Emily, you are strong, your body is strong, you can stand up straight even when you are hypnotized. Stand up, and remain deep asleep.”

The hypnotized girl obeyed her instructions to the letter.

I was expecting her to be fractionated, Scarlett thought, but that was fast even for Emily. The blonde woman’s closed eyes were the only sign that she was in trance—if I don’t count the fact that she’s topless, Scarlett thought. How did she go under so quickly? Scarlett loved seeing the fascinated look in Emily’s eyes, seeing her fluttering eyelids, seeing her absolute trust that Scarlett would catch her if she fell. She loved watching Emily go into trance.

“Emily, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Miss Scarlett,” murmured the hypnotized girl.

“How do you feel?”

“Completely relaaaxed.”

Oh my goodness, Scarlett thought. She’s improving with practice. I didn’t even tell her to go under more quickly each time, and she’s doing it anyway. She never stops surprising me.

“Emily, you’re feeling bold, affectionate, and comfortable. You are bold, affectionate, and comfortable. In a moment we will sit down together, and you will want to see my breasts. You will undo my bra, and you will stare at my breasts. You will think I have the most beautiful breasts in the world. When you see them, you will need to kiss them. Open your eyes.”

With a smile, Emily took Scarlett’s hand and guided her back to the living room. They sat on the sofa together.

“So you like it?” Emily said, searching Scarlett’s brown eyes with her blue ones. Scarlett had never seen the blonde woman do that before—and she’s so sexy, the Southern belle thought.

“I love it. I’ve never been able to get a French braid to look so nice on me.”

Emily kissed her cheek. “I’m glad.”

Her arms slid around Scarlett and unclasped her bra. The undergarment tumbled to the floor.

Scarlett looked at her, keeping her expression neutral. “Why did you do that?”

Emily was taken aback. “Don’t you like it? If you don’t—”

Scarlett stopped her by kissing her lips. “No, it’s no problem. I’m just wondering why.”

Emily glanced at Scarlett’s chest. “It seemed like a good idea, I mean, I’m a little warm, I thought you might be too.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Scarlett said mischievously.

Emily looked at Scarlett’s chest again. “And—you are really attractive—and...” She trailed off.

“Thank you, Emily.” Miss Scarlett drew her braid over one shoulder and started playing with it.

Emily gave up all pretense that she wasn’t staring at Scarlett’s chest. “You’re welcome, I—I mean—Miss Scarlett, you are so beautiful. I never dreamed when we first met that I—would be here with you and I—oh!” The hypnotized girl slid off the couch, knelt before the Southern belle, and kissed her breast.

Scarlett spread her legs a bit, and Emily nestled in, kissing one breast, then the other. “You are—” (kiss) “—the loveliest—” (kiss) “—woman I’ve ever seen—” (kiss) “—and I can’t—” (kiss) “—get enough of you!” The hypnotized girl took one breast into her mouth, kissing, licking, sucking... then switched to the other. “Is this—” (kiss) “—okay?”

Miss Scarlett’s arms went around her guest and held her close. Emily kissed her left breast, then her right. “Oh, yes, Emily, yes, yes.” Emily snuggled closer, and Scarlett started stroking the blonde woman’s long hair. “Darling, is this what you want?”

“Oh, yes—” (kiss) “—you’re the only woman—” (kiss) “—I’ve ever wanted—” (kiss) “—and I’ve never wanted—” (kiss) “—anyone—” (kiss) “—as much as you!”

Scarlett rode the sensations. Emily’s luscious kisses on her breasts, her soft golden hair in her hands, Emily pressing her body closer.

“You are—” (kiss) “—so beautiful—” Emily gasped, taking one nipple into her mouth and kissing it madly with her tongue. “I don’t—” (lick) “—want—” (lick) “—to stop!”

But she did. Emily was staring up at Scarlett’s face, her lips slightly parted, complete devotion in her hypnotized blue eyes. She reached up and kissed Scarlett deeply, then again, lightly. Scarlett’s arms went around the blonde woman and kissed her passionately... then Emily slipped downwards through her arms and resumed her attention to the Southern belle’s breasts.

“I want you—” (kiss) “—Miss Scarlett—” (lick) “—I don’t ever—” (kiss) “—want to stop!”

Scarlett lost her concentration. She stroked Emily’s hair and head and back heavily as Emily sucked and licked her nipples.

“Thank you—” (kiss) “—for stroking—” (kiss) “—my hair—” (lick) “I had no idea—” (kiss) “—how much—” (lick) “I wanted this!”

Oh, my. Oh, my. Emily’s tongue was teasing and delicious, and Scarlett felt a shaking start inside her. She tried to hold it down, but she couldn’t help it. She gasped, and her whole body shivered. Emily switched to the other breast, and Scarlett let out a little shriek. The Southern belle was filled with sensations—Emily’s kiss, her hair, her touch, her warmth, her trust. Scarlett’s body responded wholeheartedly. Trembling, she fell backwards onto the sofa, taking deep breaths.

Emily climbed forward and kissed Scarlett’s breast again. “I—wait—I need—catch my breath—” Scarlett moaned.

“Don’t make me stop,” Emily murmured, taking Scarlett’s other breast in her mouth and caressing her nipple with her tongue. The Southern belle shuddered again as a second orgasm claimed her body.

“Sleep—in my—spell,” Scarlett managed. Emily collapsed on top of her, deep in trance.

“Oh my, oh my,” Scarlett whispered aloud. Good heavens. She caressed Emily’s wonderfully soft golden hair again. How did that happen, she asked herself. She couldn’t believe she’d climaxed just from Emily kissing her breasts. Okay, she was kneeling between my legs, and she was soft and warm and sexy, but she wasn’t touching me there. Okay, she was nearby, but she wasn’t touching.

Scarlett hadn’t known her body could do that. How could her lover be completely innocent—she never touched another woman in her life before—and do everything perfectly the first time she tried it? Emily is absolutely, completely incredible, Scarlett thought.

But that hadn’t happened the way she planned at all. She had climaxed and Emily hadn’t. Scarlett had meant to seduce the blonde woman for another couple hours first.

Scarlett leaned her head back on the sofa and thought, sliding both arms around her sleeping lover. All right. I can do for her what she did for me. Not a simple when-I-snap-my-fingers-you-will-orgasm suggestion. It has to be more intimate. It has to be more romantic. There has to be more foreplay. It has to make Emily feel wonderful.

Emily once told Scarlett about a dream she’d had. In the dream, Scarlett had hypnotized her into believing their next kiss was Emily’s first. Scarlett had made that dream come true the next time they’d seen each other.

“Emily,” she said, “Remember the time I made you think you’d never been kissed?”

“Yes, Miss Scarlett,” the blonde woman said sleepily.

“Emily, think about that for a while, think about how that felt to have your very first kiss with me. Think about how it felt when we French kissed for the first time, your very first French kiss. Do you remember how that felt?”

“Yes, Miss Scarlett,” the hypnotized girl said dreamily.

“Do you want to feel that way again?”

“Yes, Miss Scarlett.”

“Emily, when you wake up, you will no longer need to kiss my breasts. Instead, you will feel like you did before, like you have not been kissed in a long, long time. You believe you have not been kissed in a very long time. A very long time. Open your eyes.”

This time, Emily acted like she was coming out of a nap. She raised her head, looked around, smiled, and hugged Scarlett tightly. The Southern belle patted the sofa next to her, and Emily sat beside her.

Scarlett took Emily’s hand in hers and looked into her eyes. The hypnotized girl squirmed slightly, but didn’t look away.

“Emily,” the lady hypnotist began. “What you did for me was so romantic, and so generous—”

Emily looked at her knees and tucked a lock of hair behind one ear. Scarlett stopped in her tracks. Good heavens, she’s shy again, the hypnotist realized. She threw herself at me a moment ago. Now she’s too self-conscious to look at me—and I didn’t tell her to do that. That’s how she gets when she thinks she hasn’t been kissed. She doesn’t just act on my suggestions, she acts on their implications too.

“Don’t be shy,” Scarlett said.

“I’m just me,” Emily said in a small voice.

She’s so adorable, Scarlett thought. “It means so much to me that you’re here.”

Emily’s voice was even softer than before. “It—means a lot to me too. That you invited me.”

Scarlett felt mischief coming on. “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“I—what? I—thank you, Miss—umm—” The blonde woman glanced up at Scarlett’s face, then down at the floor.

“When was the last time you kissed someone, Emily darling?” Scarlett used her most sensual voice.

Emily literally shivered. “Not in a—a long time. Miss Scarlett.”

Scarlett leaned forward slowly, inching closer. Emily squirmed again. “Would you like me to kiss you, Emily?”

The hypnotized girl trembled. “I—I—”

Miss Scarlett cupped Emily’s cheeks in her palms, drew her close, and kissed her gently on the lips. A second long smooch, then a third. Scarlett let go, and the blonde woman—still trembling slightly—gazed unabashedly at the Southern belle, into her eyes, then leaned in for another kiss.

One kiss, two, three. Scarlett held her kisses longer and longer, then Emily’s lips parted and Scarlett licked her tongue. Emily shuddered and gasped—not quite an orgasm—and Scarlett gave her a full-on French kiss. Emily trembled. Still not quite there, Scarlett thought. The Southern belle leaned her head back for a moment while sliding her arms around the somnambulist’s waist. Emily stared at her, intimately, her crystal blue eyes full of desire—and Scarlett pulled her close again, kissing her passionately.

That did it. The hypnotized girl shuddered in Scarlett’s arms. “Ohh,” Emily gasped. “I—ooo—oh!” She took several deep breaths as the Southern belle held her. “Wow. I—”

With a grin, Scarlett let Emily go—and held up her pocket watch. Emily fixated on it, and her beautiful blue eyes began to close. The blonde woman forced her eyes open—then promptly fell asleep.

Scarlett stroked the hypnotized girl’s cheek. She is so gorgeous, the lady hypnotist thought. Beautiful, trusting, romantic... and she’s all mine.

“Emily, when you wake up you will remember your past kisses normally, just like you did when you woke up this morning,” Scarlett whispered in the blonde woman’s ear. “Now you’re feeling a bit sleepy. You are ready to turn in for the night. However, when you lie down, you will find yourself tossing and turning. You will realize you’re too excited to fall asleep, and you will come find me. Open your eyes.”

Emily’s eyes popped open. She gazed at Miss Scarlett—oh, the way she looks at me, the Southern belle thought—and kissed her gently on the lips.

She yawned. “How late is it? What time are we getting up tomorrow? I think I should probably get some sleep.”

Scarlett was tempted to tell her that trance was more restful than sleep, but didn’t want to push her luck. “We’re going to a museum, so we probably want to get moving in the mid-morning—maybe leave around ten?”

Emily nodded. “All right.” She smiled. “Thank you for a wonderful, wonderful evening.” The blonde woman gave Scarlett another kiss, then headed up the stairs.

Grinning wickedly, the hypnodomme followed her up and went to her own bedroom.

The two women giggled when they arrived in the bathroom at the same time to brush their teeth. They kissed each other good night again, and went to their separate bedrooms. Emily took a moment to look at the books covering the many shelves. The Southern belle had an entire bookcase full of hypnosis, stage hypnosis, hypnotherapy, and psychology books. Well, I guess it’s her field, Emily thought.

She changed into her nightclothes, turned out the light, and climbed into bed. The pillow was fine, and the bed was comfortable enough, but she couldn’t find a comfortable position. She couldn’t fall asleep on her back. Lying on her stomach didn’t work. Left side, no. Right side, no. What is wrong with me, she wondered. This is crazy. I’m staying over at a hypnotist’s house and I can’t sleep.

Scarlett slipped into her black silk nightgown and lay down on top of her bed. She picked up Drums of Autumn and read a whole five pages before she heard a gentle tap on her door. Keeping her face neutral, she opened the door.

Emily had braided her hair. She had her glasses on and wore adorable pink pajamas. I love sleepovers, Scarlett thought.

“I’m a little cold,” Emily said. “Do you have another blanket?”

“Of course!” Scarlett led her guest to the linen closet and pulled out a thick comforter. “Will this do? Would you like another one?”

Emily squeezed it. “No, this will be perfect. Thank you.” She gave Scarlett another kiss—a chaste one—and disappeared into her bedroom.

Miss Scarlett returned to her own room and lay down. She picked up her book.

Another tap on her door, four minutes later. Right on time, the Southerner thought.

She opened the door. Emily stood there, arms at her sides. She didn’t say anything.

Scarlett stepped away and invited her inside with a twirl of her hand. Smiling shyly, Emily entered.

Scarlett turned the ceiling light down.

“Is there a lamp in your house that isn’t dimmable?” Emily inquired.

“I’m a hypnotist. Speaking of which...” Scarlett went to her bedside table and picked up her pocket watch. “Have you seen this?” She held it up with a smile.

Emily’s eyes opened wide, then closed, and her head fell to her chest. Scarlett dashed forward to catch her, but the hypnotized girl remained standing. Emily’s so good at this, Scarlett thought. This beautiful, natural somnambulist went into trance just from watching me at a stage show. And now she’s standing in front of me, in my bedroom, as deeply hypnotized as I’ve ever seen anyone. She doesn’t seem to know how sexy she is.

“Emily,” Scarlett purred into the blonde woman’s ear, “You’ve always wanted to sleep in a four poster bed. Open your eyes.”

The hypnotized girl’s eyes opened. She paused for a moment. “You know, Miss Scarlett, I’ve always wanted to know what it would be like to sleep in a four poster bed. It’s so elegant!”

“Be my guest,” the Southern belle answered.

Emily climbed in, snuggled under the covers, and smiled up at her host. “This is really comfortable!”

“All right,” Miss Scarlett said. “You can sleep here. I will go sleep in the guest room.” She turned to leave and crossed her fingers in front of her.

She made it all of three steps. “No, wait, don’t go,” Emily said.

With a grin, Scarlett moved the covers aside and climbed in beside her guest. Their eyes met, and the next thing either of them knew, they were kissing passionately.

Emily reached for her host. Scarlett rolled on top, and Emily opened her arms and pulled her closer. Scarlett kissed the blonde woman lovingly, and Emily parted her lips and kissed the Southern belle deeply.

Scarlett kissed her way from Emily’s cheek to her ear. “It means so much to me, the way you kiss me,” she murmured.

“This is the way I want it to be,” Emily whispered back. She turned her head to look into Scarlett’s eyes. “Easy. I don’t have to think. With you I can just be. I can just close my eyes and open up to you and be safe.”

Their bodies pressed together, legs intertwining. They kissed side-by-side. Scarlett slid her hand inside Emily’s pajama pants and caressed between her legs, and Emily guided Scarlett’s hand to her clitoris. Scarlett kissed, stroked, rubbed, caressed.

“Emily,” the Southern belle purred. “You are still hypnotized.”

“Yes, Miss Scarlett,” Emily whispered into the hypnodomme’s neck.

“When I say a number,” Miss Scarlett suggested, “that’s how much better this will feel than normal. Right now, we’re at one, normal.”

“At one?” Emily echoed.

“Two.”

“Ohhh!” Emily’s blue eyes widened. Scarlett’s touch felt twice as good as it had before. “How—how is this possible?”

“Thanks for trusting me.” The Southern belle slipped a finger inside Emily, who wiggled around, helping her find the best angle. “Three.”

“Three!” Emily repeated. “It’s like—it’s like—”

Scarlett’s other hand played with Emily’s breasts, stealing quick caresses of her shoulder and hip before returning to her nipples. The hypnotized girl squirmed under her host’s attentions, clenching her legs around Scarlett’s hand.

“You’re so beautiful,” Emily breathed as Scarlett drove her wild. “So magical—”

“Four,” Miss Scarlett drawled.

“Ohhhhh! Emily squealed as she climaxed. “Oh! Oh my. I—I’m all tingly.”

“Three, two, one.” Scarlett moved on top again. She kissed kissed Emily’s cheeks, then her neck and ears.

“I—thanks,” Emily breathed. “I don’t know if I could have managed any higher.” She smiled. “You’re fascinating, and you’re in my head, and I can’t believe you noticed me.”

“Of course I noticed you,” Scarlett purred. “You’re beautiful, imaginative, creative, sexy, suggestible... Zero.”

Emily looked at her confusedly. “Zero? How is that possible?”

Scarlett kissed her.

“Whoa, that’s weird,” Emily said. “Usually when we kiss I feel so—strongly—but I didn’t feel a thing. It was like meeting someone and shaking hands. It was just—polite.”

“One,” Scarlett said, and kissed her again. Emily kissed back happily.

“Yes, that’s right, that’s how it’s supposed to feel,” the hypnotized girl said. “Exotic and wild and exciting and—”

“Two.” Smooch.

Emily’s blue eyes widened. “I—oh!” She swallowed hard. “I didn’t know—twice as good—I—do you remember our first kiss?”

“Of course.” Scarlett kissed the hypnotized girl again, provoking another gasp.

“You kissed me, and it felt great, but I was so surprised I didn’t kiss back, and then you told me to kiss you back, and I did, even though I wasn’t sure, but you made me sure and I was so glad you did because it was the best kiss ever and I could just accept that I wanted you and not question it. I thought a kiss would never feel that good—until just now when it was better.”

Scarlett grinned, catlike. “Three.”

“Oh, my—” Emily began, but Scarlett’s kiss interrupted her.

Emily’s body shivered beneath Scarlett’s. The blonde woman’s body shook, from her fingertips to her toes—then she wrapped her arms and legs around Scarlett and rolled them over.

“That—was wonderful, Miss Scarlett,” Emily said, and kissed her again. Her eyes widened. “Oh, oh my, it’s so—I am with you, you’re in my head—”

“Four.”

Emily looked down at Scarlett, blue eyes shining, then kissed the Southerner madly, on her lips, her cheek, her neck, her ears. She slid down beside her host, then hiked up Scarlett’s nightgown around her waist. She slipped her hands inside, running her fingers over Scarlett’s breasts, her stomach, her thighs, between her legs.

“M r r o w w w,” Scarlett moaned. Emily redoubled her efforts, touching and kissing. Emily’s caresses between the Southern belle’s legs went from tantalizing to heavy.

“I need to touch you,” Emily gasped.

“Five,” Scarlett drawled, her body tensing.

“Ohhhh!” Emily’s caresses intensified, and she opened her mouth on Scarlett’s neck, kissing and licking. “This is everything I ever wanted!”

“Reow, reowr, reoowrrr,” Scarlett moaned as the hypnotized girl touched her in all the right ways. “Your touch—is perfect, Emily darling—m e o w r r r... r e e o w r r—ahhhhh!”

Scarlett came, clenching down on Emily’s fingers. “Four. three,” the hypnodomme breathed. “Two, one.”

Emily snuggled up to her lover, resting her head on the Southern belle’s shoulder. “Miss Scarlett...” she trailed off.

“Yes, darling?”

“Could you—could you kiss me at five?”

Scarlett faced to her guest and smiled wickedly. “Of course, Negative one.”

“Nega—what?”

Scarlett kissed her, and Emily squirmed away in alarm. “What are you doing, kissing me? Who do you think you are?” the hypnotized girl demanded. “How dare you?”

“Five.”

In the blink of an eye, Emily’s expression went from scandalized to moonstruck. “Scarlett!” she gasped. Emily’s hands cupped Scarlett’s cheeks, and she kissed the hypnodomme full on the lips.

Scarlett’s arms went around her guest. She drew Emily close, and the kiss became deeper. The hypnotized girl’s body went soft, relaxing into the kiss... then her body stiffened, shook in climax, and relaxed again.

“One,” Scarlett whispered.

Emily kissed Scarlett’s lips one more time for good measure, then collapsed beside the Southern belle. “Thank you,” she said dreamily, closing her eyes.

“You’re right,” Scarlett murmured into Emily’s ear. “This is the way it’s supposed to be.”

The two women fell asleep in each other’s arms.