The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Sadie looked down at the road as she walked from her philosophy class to her friend’s apartment. Going to a prestigious school meant way too much homework and her brain being fried after each class, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t able to take some time to be social and be around her friends. Or rather, friend singular, considering she didn’t have any time to really get to know anyone other than Zara — an upperclassman she happened to meet on her orientation day.

When meeting Zara for the first time, Sadie felt almost inferior in a way. Even though Sadie herself was smart enough to get into the university, Zara was far more functional than her; she was more involved with student organizations, and despite being in 300 and 400 level classes as opposed to 100 and 200 level classes, she somehow was able to keep a large circle of friends.

And that was partially today’s problem: Every time Sadie tried to meet one of Zara’s friends, she was halted by her social anxiety making her run away to a bathroom (after meeting two or three people) to text Zara that she was sorry, she wasn’t feeling well, she was going to pack it in and go home early, and she’ll text her again to make plans soon. Sadie desperately wanted to get to know Zara’s friends. This was both because Sadie wanted to actually have a social life and not seem like she was clinging to Zara 24/7, but also because she wanted to impress Zara.

Zara was awesome, smart, pretty, popular… she was everything Sadie thought of herself as not being. Zara was involved in a vast portion of the student life, including the student council, the volleyball team, one of the many leftist organizations, and a film club. (She was also secretly part of the anime club, but she refused to tell anyone except Sadie that.)

Sadie, meanwhile, was socially awkward, shutting down every time someone tried to talk to her. While she was smart enough to get into such a fancy university, she was exchanging her social life for excellent grades. She had no idea how to do makeup or work with her hair, and her wardrobe consisted mainly of T-shirts, hoodies, and jeans; not to mention she was on the chubbier side, which wasn’t as much of a problem to her. And she was the furthest thing from popular, by a long shot.

And that’s all what she was going to change today: she was going to ask Zara how to make her cool.

Zara always brewed the best tea. Sadie had no idea how she did it; every time she tried to copy Zara’s steps, the tea always came out either too strong, too weak, or just wrong. Fortunately, Sadie didn’t have to worry about making tea for her friend; after all, Zara was hospitable enough to take over each and every time.

They had different preferences in tea. Zara preferred spicy or minty teas, while Sadie enjoyed the fruity flavors, and if something was too bitter she would add one, two… three tablespoons of honey to it. Of course, Zara didn’t actually have tea too often — she much preferred coffee to start her day off right. Sadie could never get used to the taste of coffee. She just gave up on caffeine at one point and got used to going to class in the morning exhausted.

The first 30 minutes or so of their hangout went nicely; Sadie had some questions about some homework for a freshman class Zara took long, long ago and Zara was more than happy to help with that. But when they had a quiet moment, Zara noticed something was off.

“You look different today, Sadie,” Zara noted. “Is something on your mind?”

“Um… well, yes,” Sadie nodded, her voice becoming much quieter as she spoke. “I just… I had a question.”

Already, she was beating herself up for how she sounded. Just get to the point, she urged herself.

“Well, alright. What’s going on?”

Zara’s voice was patient, understanding. Even though Sadie felt like a speck of dust compared to her, Zara was always understanding, always willing to extend a listening ear to her. Sadie’s shoulders drooped and her voice was barely above a shameful whisper.

“How… how do you be cool?”

A wave of silence hung over the two of them. Sadie was glazing her eyes downwards, a hot blush overcoming her face; Zara, meanwhile, just stared at Sadie with both confusion and amusement on her face. Sadie didn’t notice, but if she looked, it was clear Zara was trying to hide a (almost mocking) smile.

“Are you asking how to be popular, or how to talk to people, or…?” Zara asked, trailing off as she tried to clarify.

“I… yes. All of those. I want to… have friends. I want to, well… be cool.”

“See, there’s more to being a functional person than having friends,” Zara reaffirmed. “You’re cool in your own way. You’re smart, ahead of your class. You’re… well, you don’t talk much, but you listen well. Maybe start by seeing that instead of changing yourself?”

Sadie considered this. Maybe Zara was right; maybe she was just having serious self-esteem issues. Was she just making a big deal out of nothing? She figured she was probably annoying Zara just by asking these stupid questions, or being an imposition.

But no, she had to know.

“I… I want to be cool. Like you. I want to be able to go to your parties and not run away in seconds. I want to make friends with your friends and actually know… know how to have a conversation. I don’t know. I’m being stupid, I’m really sorry…” Sadie stopped advocating for herself; she knew she was being embarrassing. In fact, she had half a mind to just step up and leave instantly.

Luckily for her, Zara stopped her before she could take any such action.

“I hear you,” spoke Zara in a soft voice. “I think your problem is you’re too hard on yourself. You don’t think you deserve to be in other people’s presence, or that you’re being too annoying or loud… right?”

Sadie nodded quietly.

“Well, I can’t erase that, you see. But I may know a few tricks to make you feel… calmer, in a way?”

That piqued Sadie’s interest. She immediately piped up with, “Yes, please show me! I’ll do anything.”

Zara snorted, trying her hardest not to laugh at Sadie’s enthusiasm for being cool. Sadie noticed she was being laughed at and shrunk again. “Very well. I’m going to tell you something special about me… but you can’t tell anyone.” As Zara spoke, Sadie looked at her with intent eyes and nodded.

Her next question, however, sent Sadie back a little.

“Do you know anything about hypnotism?”

Sadie gaped. She tried to express immediate concern, not wanting to get into any shenanigans, but she stopped herself. “Um… yeah, I know a bit, why? Isn’t that stuff dangerous?”

“Oh no, not at all,” Zara exhaled as she shook her head. “It’s quite relaxing, actually. I’ve been taking side courses to become a certified hypnotherapist on the side.”

Just another way she was amazing, Sadie thought, if not terrifying.

“It’s quite nice, and could be really helpful for anxiety and a general lack of confidence. I’d love to try it on you. If you’re willing to try anything, this might be a good starting point?”

She hesitated. She wasn’t sure.

“I… I don’t know,” Sadie shrunk. “Do you really think it’ll work?”

“Trust me,” Zara nodded. “It will. I can make it work for you.”

Another long strand of silence went over the two as Sadie considered her options, and as Zara waited for Sadie’s decision. Sadie did say anything. She was willing to try anything. She desperately wanted to get over herself and be confident. The idea of going to parties with Sadie, making friends with her social circle, and holding her own parties and whatnot… those thoughts excited her. And that excitement spoke over any prior hesitation she had.

“Alright,” Sadie made a decision. “I’ll try it.”

“Good!” Zara smiled genuinely, and clasped her hands together. “Well, I suppose now’s a good time as ever, y’know?”

“N-now? Like, right now?” Sadie’s sudden certainty waned a bit.

“Well, sure.” Zara shrugged. “You’re very eager to get started, no? And, well… I’m going to a sorority party tonight. I’m sure you’d like to come with me and test out your newfound confidence, yes?”

“Um… yes.” Sadie nodded. “Okay, so… how do we do this? Do you like, wave a pocket watch in front of my eyes and tell me I’m getting very sleepy?”

“Pocket watches are… one way we could go about it. I do have a very nice one,” Zara explained. “The point of hypnosis is to make your conscious mind fall asleep for your subconscious mind to accept any suggestions the hypnotist — in our case, myself — may give to it. Any sort of repetitive and relaxing visual works, though not everything works for everyone. What I’m saying is… you have options.”

Sadie considered this. “So… what are my options?”

“Well, as you said, pocket watches. And you probably know of spirals too; that’s another popular one. Some people use ambient sound, or other relaxing sounds like a metronome or fire crackling. There’s also always the ‘surprise me’ option,” Zara ended her small shpeel with a grin.

All of those options sounded enticing to Sadie — she had no idea the world of hypnosis was so vast. She couldn’t pick her favorite, or put her finger on which one sounded the best.

“Surprise me,” Sadie picked the best option to her.

Zara smiled again. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Zara led Sadie to another room in her spacious one-bedroom apartment. The room had the lights dimmed with a fireplace on the wall. Clocks of all sizes and shapes hung on the wall, including a gorgeous grandfather clock that Zara somehow fit in the small room. There were two comfortable, soft chairs — one white, one black, and each facing each other.

“You can sit here, in the black chair,” Zara ushered Sadie into the chair, who sat down nervously. As Zara went to sit down in the white chair, Sadie crossed one ankle over the other, playing with the fabric of her long sweater.

“Let’s start by finding a comfortable place to relax.” Already, Sadie found herself doing what Zara was telling her to do, though honestly she would have sank into the chair comfortably either way.

“I want to start with telling you that any suggestions I may give you, you can cancel them out by saying the word, ‘out’ with the intent of coming out of your trance and finishing with any suggestions. Do you understand this?” Zara’s voice too a serious tone as she spoke, notifying Sadie that this was important to know. Though, Sadie didn’t pay much mind to this — she didn’t feel she would have much of a need to cancel the suggestions.

“Y…yeah.”

“Good,” Zara’s voice returned to its soft spoken, easy ambience. “I think I’m going to put you into trance — where you will be more suggestible — via the butterfly method. Can you give me your left hand?”

Without needing to ask for clarification, Sadie held out her left hand, and Zara took it with her right hand.

“Sink into my hand. Release all your weight onto me.”

Sadie felt herself becoming lighter, already more relaxed, and more trusting of Zara to know what she was doing. She gave Zara her weight, and it felt like she was giving Zara her soul and energy, as well.

“Good,” she whispered again. Zara lifted her other hand and held her fingers in front of Sadie’s face and began to move each digit up and down; her hand glided from side to side in front of Sadie’s eyes. “Just watch my hand. Focus on nothing else. You’re going to feel very, very calm soon, as long as you keep giving me your weight and keep following my fingers.”

“Already, you can feel your eyelids getting heavier—“ Sadie did notice that as soon as Zara said it, “—and you can feel a warm, light blue mist sinking into your brain. Coming from my fingers and coating your sight with a misty blue haze. And as you look into this haze, you can feel your body losing its focus, you can feel your eyes focusing less and less on anything except for my fingers and your breathing.”

Zara could probably see Sadie’s eyes drooping; she could see her falling into trance. It was so easy, Sadie thought. So easy, and so relaxing. Just watching her fingers and feeling the mist fill her mind already made her anxieties lessen. It didn’t matter. She felt calm, entranced, safe with Zara. Knowing Zara was going to only bring her good things, she felt herself letting go.

“I’m going to count down from five, and when I get to one, you’re going to drop into a deep darkness — a place where all you can hear is my voice. And when I bring you back up, you’re going to be ready to go to my party with me and my friends. You’re going to be confident, and have a good time, and not worry what people think of you. Do you accept this?”

Sadie nodded.

“Very well.”

Zara breathed in, and began to count, each number getting slower and slower.

“5…”

“4……”

“3………”

“2…………”

“And 1.”

And just like that, Sadie blacked out as soon as Zara hit one — falling deeper and deeper into trance.

“…three, two, one, and you’re awake.” Zara snapped her fingers in front of Sadie’s face, and just like that, Sadie’s eyes jolted open. Their muscles were stiff, but they felt refreshed, as if they just came out of a nice nap. Sadie blinked a few times, trying to readjust herself from being in a thick darkness to being in Zara’s room. This room must have been specifically for hypnotizing people — it was so relaxing to be in, and it was so easy to fall into trance there.

“How do you feel, Sadie?” Zara asked.

Sadie yawned, taking a moment to remember how to talk. “I feel… fine. Well rested, as weird as that sounds.”

“It doesn’t sound weird,” Zara shook her head in a reassuring manner, letting Sadie know she wasn’t going crazy. “That’s a common effect of coming out of trance. You may feel dizzy for a while, disoriented even. But it should go away the more you readjust to the waking world.”

Zara was smiling as she spoke. Sadie felt safe when Zara was smiling at her.

“So I’m… confident now?” Sadie asked.

“Well, I don’t know,” Zara shrugged. “Let’s go to that party and find out, no?”

For the first time in her life, Sadie felt comfortable wearing makeup. Zara walked her through every step and was more than happy to step in to do something for her if she was confused. She was nice enough, too, to let Sadie use some of her unused makeup samples; luckily she happened to have small foundation packs that matched Sadie’s skin tone better, and some small unopened cases of eyeliner or lipstick.

Sadie looked into the mirror after her new routine. She was hoping she wouldn’t like it as much as she did, because now she felt tempted to make it part of her morning routine — as if waking up at 9:30, fifteen minutes before class wasn’t hard enough. But she loved how she looked. She looked confident. Cool.

Same with the clothes Zara lent her — luckily, they happened to be a similar size (though Zara’s pants were a bit on the longer side for her). Zara always had good taste in clothes, whether she was going to parties, going to class, or just lounging around. Sadie’s “lounging around” clothes were her clothes for everything.

Unfortunately, she did not have enough money to go out with a wardrobe change, but this was a fine enough start.

“Well, I suppose we’re ready to go then?” Sadie noted with a dopey smile.

“Hold on, let me just text my friends I’m on my way.” Zara stepped into the other room as she began to text something on her phone.

For some reason, it seemed like Zara was taking quite a while on her phone. Sadie was briefly worried that something had happened, or that she was saying things like “I’m bringing my lame friend with me, RIP me” (not that Zara would say RIP ironically.) Sadie checked her own phone, aghast at how much time had passed; considering they spent about 30 minutes doing makeup, she was in trance for over an hour.

Did it really take that much time for her anxieties to be turned to confidence?

Sadie’s thoughts were interrupted when Zara came back, throwing on her jacket and ushering Sadie out the door. All thoughts of time or hypnosis escaped out of Sadie’s brain as they headed to the party, the two excitedly talking about Sadie’s new ability to make friends.

A wave of uncertainty hit Sadie as soon as they got to the apartment where the party was being held. Luckily, Zara’s presence was enough to reassure Sadie that things would be fine. The apartment was much larger than Zara’s, though thankfully it wasn’t much of a walk; it was only about a half mile trek or so. Already, Sadie could hear dance music coming through the walls, and the loud chatter of people.

“You ready?” Zara asked.

“Yeah,” Sadie responded with a nod. Zara led her inside, opening the door to be greeted by a bunch of sorority girls (at least, that was the majority of the crowd.)

“Hey, it’s Zara! Glad you made it!” one of them shouted, going over to the drink table to grab something for her. “You want some jungle juice?”

“Sure, what’s in it today?” Zara asked.

“Oh, just… vodka, different vodka, Gatorade, blue raspberry Fanta, white wine, and coconut rum,” the girl answered as if it was nothing, totally normal. Sadie already felt drunk just hearing the ingredients.

“Sounds good,” Zara affirmed.

The girl turned her attention to Sadie with a wide grin. “And you brought a friend! You want some too?”

“I’m good,” Sadie declined. “I think I’d like to be conscious today.”

Sadie noticed something. Her usual course of embarrassment or nervousness that usually hit her didn’t today — she felt perfectly comfortable talking to this random person whose name she didn’t even know.

“Well, that makes sense, kudos to you,” the girl laughed a bit, knowing how drunk the drink was probably making everyone. “What’s your name?”

“My name’s Sadie.”

Sadie wouldn’t have noticed it, but a different kind of wave washed over her as soon as she said her name. For a minute, if she focused hard enough, she could feel the light blue mist sinking its way back into her skull. She didn’t feel unconfident, so to speak; rather, she felt dizzy and disoriented.

She brushed off the feeling quickly, not paying much mind to it. Maybe the whole hypnosis shpeel had its downsides, or side effects.

Sadie did notice one other thing — the woman standing in front of her had some nice curves, especially around her hips. She was on the chubbier side, but that didn’t make her unattractive in the slightest. Her hair was flowing down her shoulders — red curls and all. For a minute, Sadie felt entranced by her beauty.

She shrugged that off as well. That was even more strange to her; she wasn’t usually immediately attracted to people, especially not physically. So why couldn’t she get the girl’s body off of her mind?

“Hey, Sadie,” the girl piped up, noticing her dozing off. Sadie jumped back to attention. “You go to Zara’s college too, right?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m an honor student there.”

“Oh cool! So I take it you’re doing a thesis, then?”

“Yeah. I’m a history major, and my concentration is in American social history. My presentation is about the queer rights movement in the 20s to 60s,” Sadie explained. Usually at this point, her speech would be tickled with “ums” and “wells”, but she was speaking confidently. She knew what she was talking about, and was prepared.

“Oh, cool,” she responded. “I did my thesis there too. It was on the chemistry of the frontal lobe of the brain. Was pretty intense, but I passed, so I suppose it worked out.” The girl smiled as she spoke, and Sadie smiled back. This felt natural to them — it was the first time in a while Sadie had felt this comfortable talking to new people. Maybe the hypnosis really did work.

“Oh yeah, my name’s Stefanie,” she introduced herself as her and Sadie shook hands. “Hey, while you’re here, let me introduce you to everyone else!” Stefanie called to her friends, a few other girls in the house party.

“Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

Sadie didn’t think much of the question, immediately going in to introduce herself once again.

“My name is Sadie,” she said, feeling the blue mist sink back into her skull momentarily; this time it lingered there for longer, but went away rather quickly again.

“Sorry, can you repeat that?” someone asked.

“Sadie,” she introduced herself again, having the same effect.

“How do you spell that, Sadie?”

“S-A-D-I-E… just like that.”

Sadie did find it a bit strange how people were so fixated on her name as opposed to something like her thesis, or her outfit, or the makeup Zara so lovingly did for her. It was even stranger, too, how every time she said her name, the blue mist creeped back in. It wasn’t bad in any way, in fact it was rather soothing; but Sadie did notice the effect it had on them. It was making them focus less, making them more dizzy and disoriented. Every time she forced it out of her mind and grounded herself, but it was still difficult nonetheless to focus.

The girls around her all introduced themselves, but Sadie was too distracted by the mist to register anything. Once again, she tried to get herself to focus; after all, she didn’t want to embarrass herself after she tried so hard to prove herself worthy of being within a group of smart, confident, and extremely attractive ladies.

Attractive. Very attractive. Sadie wanted to be closer to them, even closer, body against body, skin on skin—

Once she realized she was having those thoughts, she pushed them away. She was never like this, right? She wasn’t that kind of girl. Or maybe she was, and this was just some side effect of the hypnosis making her more relaxed?

She didn’t know. Maybe she just needed a moment to clear her head…

“So, you’re working on a thesis?” someone asked. “Sorry I’m late. What’s it about?”

“Oh, it’s about…” Sadie blinked, suddenly blanking on what her thesis was about. What was it about? She just told Stefanie only moments ago, why could she not remember? “It’s… about… history. Um, queer history, in, um…”

The lady who asked the question looked bewildered. “You don’t… know what your thesis is about?”

“I do!” Sadie protested. “It’s… um, girls. It’s about queer girls. Cute, uh, queer girls. Girls… are cute.”

Holy shit, Sadie thought. Now she was definitely embarrassing herself. She could swear she heard a few snickers around the suffocating awkward silence that came after her “shpeel”. She needed to get out. The hypnosis must have been behind this, but Sadie couldn’t even think about that.

Why was she like this? Why was she so awkward? Sadie looked towards Zara for reassurance, but all Zara gave her was a reassuring smile — and even then, Sadie was convinced she only gave her that look because she felt bad for Sadie.

“Are you feeling okay, Sadie?” Stefanie asked. “Do you need a moment to breathe?”

“I… yes,” Sadie said; she didn’t even think for moments after as she ran upstairs to try to find a quiet space. She pushed through the bystanders on the top floor and peered into all of the rooms to find an unoccupied one; fortunately, she managed to find one. Not even caring that it might have been someone else’s room, she barged in, turning on the dimmest light as she did. Against the wall, she collapsed, rolling into a ball and covering her eyes in shame.

She was so stupid. So weak and pathetic for ever thinking she could be anything like Zara — no, she would always be that shy, meek little girl who cowered at the faintest interaction with people.

That wasn’t the only thing that was worrying for her, though. She forgot her thesis topic — the pride of her honors placement at the school. How could she do such a thing? She was so passionate about the topic, but thinking about it now, she couldn’t remember any of the points she was making in the paper. All the research she’d done over the past few months… had it been for nothing?

Or maybe there was some weird way the alcohol was getting into the air and the smell itself was intoxicating her. Sadie sighed. Maybe she should just leave… there wasn’t really any particular reason to be there anymore. Hopefully she’d never have to see any of the girls ever again.

As Sadie was considering getting up to grab her bags and go, she was startled by a sudden knock on the door.

“Hello? Who’s in there?”

It was Stefanie’s voice, warm and soft and sympathetic. Sadie was embarrassed to show her face to her.

“It’s… it’s Sadie.”

Once again, Sadie was hit by that fatigue. She didn’t have the urge to fight it anymore. She just let her mind fade away.

Fortunately, she was alert enough to notice Stefanie walk in, who immediately noticed Sadie’s tear-stained face and puffy, red eyes.

“Sadie, dear,” Stefanie spoke in a low voice, closing the door behind her and sitting next to Sadie against the wall. “I’m sorry if we did anything to make you uncomfortable. I really want to get to know you better, and make you feel comfortable.”

“Thanks,” Sadie responded, wiping away a stray tear. “I’m fine. I’m just… awkward. And stupid. And, I just, for some reason, I just feel like my head is all oozy and… drained.”

“Any reason why?” Stefanie asked sympathetically. “You didn’t have anything to drink, after all.”

“I just… I don’t know.” Sadie shrugged. “I guess I’m just weird.”

Stefanie put a hand on Sadie’s shoulder and began to rub her gently. Sadie didn’t even mind she didn’t ask, for once. The touch felt warm, comforting, like someone was there for her despite her flaws and insecurities and awkwardness. Not to mention, Sadie had the urge to throw herself onto Stefanie. If she couldn’t talk about anything remotely interesting, the least she could do is be of some gratification to this very attractive girl, right?

Stefanie smelled nice. And her hand was soft, as if it were made of velvet. Sadie looked at her — her whole body looked soft. She could only imagine…

She tried to force those thoughts out, once again, to no avail. She stared at Stefanie’s lips, not able to help herself.

“You’re so cute,” Stefanie suddenly said, giving Sadie a sudden blush. “I always like breaking awkward girls in. You don’t have to worry about anything with me.”

Sadie now felt like a deer caught in headlights. Stefanie had practically read her mind. Did she know? How did she know? Oh god, how obvious was she making it?

“I… thank you,” Sadie stammered out a response.

“It’s really cute, actually,” Stefanie continued as her hand started making wider rubs and circles on Sadie’s back, and her face got closer to Sadie’s. “Watching intelligent girls like you drop everything once they see a pretty lady. It’s like we give off some sort of brain cell-killing pheromone.”

Sadie tried to respond, but no words came to her — instead, she was just a wide eyed, blushing mess.

“You’ve probably taken an intro science class, Sadie,” she continued. “Do you remember how many brain cells the average person has?”

“Oh, y-yes, I learned this, it’s, um…” Sadie did learn this. But she couldn’t remember all of a sudden. The information wasn’t just blocked from her mind — it was completely gone in the blue mist.

“I don’t know.”

Stefanie laughed. And while Sadie hated being laughed at like she was, she was getting something out of it, so she giggled as well.

“You’re a giggler, huh?” Stefanie said through her laughter. “Fitting for a ditz like you.”

Sadie blushed, her giggling turning into nervous laughter. She wasn’t a ditz, was she? She got straight A’s! She was an honors student! She went to a prestigious school! So why was she being called a ditz by this person she’d never met?

“I-I’m not….”

“Not a ditz? But you forgot what your thesis was about. Your mind keeps blanking whenever you try to sound smart — and you’re giggling when you’re being degraded.” As Stefanie spoke, her hand drifted downwards towards Sadie’s rear, and she began groping the top of one of her cheeks. This made Sadie’s face turn an even deeper shade of red. “You’re blushing and smiling like an idiot. You’re becoming empty headed just by standing around a party of cute girls.”

Sadie wanted to take time to consider this, but she was too distracted by Stefanie’s intrusive hands to think. This became doubly the case as Stefanie’s hand rolled around to the front of Sadie’s “downstairs area” and went under her panties just a bit. Sadie tried to stumble out a response, but she couldn’t — and even then, what response would she even have?

“You’re just a dopey idiot. Aren’t you?”

“N-no…”

“No? You’re not? Then why are you blushing the way you are when I play with you?” Stefanie’s questioning face turned into a grin as she spoke, getting her face close to Sadie’s.

Maybe she was right. Maybe that’s all she was. After all — what good were her thoughts anyways? It wasn’t like she could come up with much. She didn’t even have the intelligence to question why things were going this way.

“Say that’s what you are. Say you’re a ditzy, dopey, smiley idiot.”

As Stefanie gave her the order, her hand reached Sadie’s cunt and began fingering her clit. Sadie tried her absolute hardest to stifle moans and pleasured sighs, to not much avail. Sadie threw her head back and leaned into it. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much time to relax with it as Stefanie grabbed her neck and choked her just in the slightest.

“Say it,” she ordered again, this time her voice more demanding.

“I’m… I’m a ditzy, dopey, smiley idiot.”

“Good. Say it again.” Stefanie kept playing with her, her hand on Sadie’s clit getting rougher and her other hand still around Sadie’s neck just in case she dared to disobey again.

“I’m a ditzy, dopey, smiley idiot. I’m… a ditzy, dopey, smiley idiot,” Sadie kept repeating the mantra, and as she did, she felt herself become even wetter and even more and more aroused. She was less able to control her horny exhales and her eyes rolled back.

“Burn it into your head, idiot,” Stefanie laughed at her. “That’s all you’ll ever be. Ditzy, dopey, smiley idiot.”

Stefanie kept repeating the mantra, though it was becoming harder and harder to speak as she got more and more aroused. Stefanie could feel her twitching against her fingers, ready to go over at any second.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” Stefanie asked, her voice still having a mocking edge to it.

Sadie couldn’t even think to respond. She just nodded.

“See, that’s why you’re even more of an idiot.” Stefanie began choking her harder again. “You have to ask me to cum. Idiots don’t get to just cum on their own. They need someone smart enough to know if an orgasm is good enough for them.”

Sadie kept moaning out. She was on the edge. She had to cum. She would do anything, even if it meant degrading herself enough to submit to this random girl she met at a party 15 minutes ago.

“May… may I c-cum, Stefanie?” she finally asked.

Stefanie laughed at her once again. “What a ditz. But because you asked so nicely… yes, you may cum.”

In that instant, Sadie let go. She threw her head back further, eyes glazing over as she let the moans and her wetness overtake her. She finished, squirting just a bit over Stefanie’s hand. Her orgasm was more intense than the ones she’d had on her own. It just occurred to Sadie that she’d never cum with another person. This was her first time — and it was with a near-complete stranger.

“Wow,” Stefanie gawked with a mocking smile. “Just as much as you are a ditz, you are a needy, slutty whore. Aren’t you?”

Sadie didn’t have the energy to fight back — her orgasm had tired her out. Instead, she just nodded, ashamed of herself.

Stefanie finally pulled her hand out once Sadie had rode out her finish, and she grabbed a nearby clean wipe and cleaned off her hand from Sadie’s juices. “Fun, though. You are very fun to play with.”

Sadie looked at Stefanie as she stood up, preparing to walk away.

“Aren’t you going to thank me for fucking you so nicely, though?”

Sadie looked back down. She couldn’t even bring herself to look into Stefanie’s eyes.

“Y…yes. Thank you.”

With one final laugh that left Sadie feeling hopeless, Stefanie left the room, presumably to be with people more important than the useless slut she just fucked. In a moment, she could hear Stefanie say something inaudible and then could hear everyone laughing (the walls weren’t that thin, but they were thin enough.) Sadie sat there, not wanting to go back out. Her mind was blank. She had no thoughts of anything other than how much she got fucked and how stupid she was.

She was a ditzy, dopey, smiley idiot. And a very very needy one, at that.

A few hours must have passed, and Sadie couldn’t bring herself to get up and go back out. She wanted Zara to come back to her and comfort her and bring her home. Zara. She probably disappointed her, after she was so nice to help her calm down and help her get ready for the party.

Sadie wasn’t cool. She was an idiot.

Once Sadie sat in her shame for a while, she could hear footsteps, and a knock on the door. Before she had a chance to respond, Zara walked in, noting how messed up Sadie looked.

“You don’t look so good,” Zara mentioned. “Are you alright?”

Sadie nodded. She didn’t want to say anything else.

“I’m sure Stefanie had a good time with you,” she smiled. Sadie blinked. How did Zara know? “You may not think so, but you’re very cool. And I think everyone here thinks so, as well. After all, you were so useful, weren’t you?”

“Um… I…” Sadie started, but Zara but a finger to her mouth to shush her.

“Shhh. It’s okay. I know you don’t really want to think. But I think now it’s time for you to get everything back.”

“I… wh—“

Before Sadie could ask any questions, her mind went completely blank for just a second as Zara said the one word — “Reverse.”

It only took a millisecond, but Sadie suddenly realized she had no idea where she was. She knew she was at the party but, how much time had passed? It only felt like a few seconds. Sadie blinked and looked at her watch. It had almost been four hours — where did the time go? What was she even doing?”

“Sadie. How do you feel?”

“I… I feel fine.” Sadie blinked again. “What… happened?”

Zara chuckled. “I think you had a bit too much to drink. No worries. I’ll take you home and you can relax and sleep.”

Sadie smiled, and nodded. “So… did the hypnosis work?”

She chuckled again. “I think it did. Sadie, can you remind me what your thesis is about?”

A thought briefly crossed Sadie’s mind. Didn’t Zara already know about it? Didn’t Sadie tell her in excessive detail? Regardless, Sadie was passionate about the subject, so she’d have to tell her again. “It’s about the queer rights movement from the 20s to the 60s, particularly the lesbian rights movement. Why?”

“I was just curious! I’d love to show my friend who’s interested in that stuff when it’s done.”

Sadie smiled. It was nice to feel validated by someone she respected so much. She had a feeling — she really was smart. She was a bright, intelligent girl. She wasn’t like one of those ditzy, dopey, smiley idiots she came across some times.

Wait, Sadie thought. Where had she heard that phrase before?

“Let’s go.” Before Sadie could ask too many questions, she saw Zara gathering her belongings and opening the door. Sadie followed, excited to go home and get some rest.

As they left, Sadie caught one final glimpse of Stefanie, who gave a devious grin at her. Sadie wondered why. But, all’s well that end’s well. Zara said she was cool, and it seemed that all the girls here at the party had agreed.

Right?