Mind Control 101: The Ultimate Hypnotizing Box Set (3 page)

When I put her under this time, things come naturally. I don’t even have to think about what I’m doing. Before I know it, she’s naked in front of me again. Lindsey is trying to lead my hand between her legs, but I stop her.

“Lindsey, you’re proud of your body right?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says.

“You like the effect that it has on boys, don’t you?”

She nods.

“So you like getting boys excited about your body,” I say. “You like getting them hard thinking about it.”

It takes her a while, but she nods again. Okay, now time for the leap of logic.

“You like getting
me
hard, don’t you? You like showing off and making me as hard as a rock,” I say.

I take off my pants and put Lindsey’s hand on my dick, which is already big and swollen. “See how excited you make me? Doesn’t that make you happy? You like it, don’t you?”

Surprisingly, she doesn’t hesitate at all. “Yes!” she says.

“Good,” I say. “Now lay down on the bed so I can show you just how excited you make me.”

Lindsey practically runs over to the bed, and for a moment, I wonder if she has been playing with me and she hasn’t been hypnotized this whole time. She seems just a little too eager. But then I look in her eyes, and even though she’s alert, they are still glassed over.

“Squeeze those gorgeous tits together for me, show me how good they look,” I say. She squeezes them and her cleavage comes all the way up to her chin. I get an idea.

I slide my dick in between her breasts. The feeling is amazing. The softness of her breasts caresses my cock as I slide in and out. It’s like heaven. They bounce up and down with each thrust.

“See how excited your body gets me, Lindsey?” I say. “You like me fucking your tits, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she says.

“You like feeling my hard dick and knowing that you got me that way,” I say.

“Yes.”

“Good,” I say. I pull her head down until her mouth covers the tip of my dick when it peeks out of her breasts. I almost cum when I feel her warm mouth on me, sucking hungrily without me even telling her to.

“You like how it feels in you mouth, sliding in and out. You like making me even harder, don’t you?” I ask.

She mumbles a yes and bobs her head up and down.

“You like knowing that you will make me cum and swallow all of my cum like a good little girl, don’t you?”
 

Another mumbled yes, but this time she reaches her hands between her legs and starts to play with her clit.
 

“Yeah, my little cum whore, I love it when you touch yourself. But you can’t cum until you swallow every drop.”

Just as I say that, my alarm goes off. Shit, I only have ten more minutes. I try to hurry up. I stop fucking her tits and shove my dick down her throat, making her gag. I hit the back of her throat and the tightness there combined with the warmth of her mouth covering me makes me cum. It pours down her throat, and as I pull out of her mouth Lindsey sucks out whatever was left behind.
 

As soon as she is done sucking me, she moans. It looks like a wave of pleasure Is moving across her body, and her skin flushes all over. When she’s done there is a wet spot on my bed. I guess I have a squirter on my hands.

I manage to get her cleaned up and ready to go before the final alarm goes off. I forget to turn it off though, and she hears it once she’s out of the trance.

“What’s that?” she asks.

“Oh, I just didn’t want to keep you too late,” I say. “You know I can play games with you for hours.”

“You get a girl alone for thirty minutes and you hypnotize her just to play games?” she asks.

“Yeah, what else would I do?” I look straight into her eyes. She can’t bring herself to say it, and just turns to leave.

“See you tomorrow,” Lindsey says.

I wave. When the door closes I start to plan our final day of the project. I’m sure it will go well. It
has
to.

When I wake up, I get everything ready before heading out for class. I put condoms and lube in a secret place. I clean my bed and the floor. I make sure my alarm is set. Perfect. Now I just have to wait until 5pm.

It’s amazing how slowly time moves when you are waiting for something. The professors seem to drone even more than normal today. I want to scream out in the middle of the lecture halls. But then eventually it is time.

When I put Lindsey under, its like she’s already my sex slave. I don’t think I’ll have to do much convincing today. She grabs at my cock.

“Feel good,” she says. Still not the best conversationalist while she’s under.

“You like feeling good, right Lindsey?”
 

“Yes.”

“And you like making me hard because of your sexy body, right?” I remind her of the things she has already agreed to, so this shouldn’t be such a big jump.

“Yes,” she said.

“Wouldn’t it be better if we could do both at the same time?” I ask.

She thinks a moment. “Yes,” she says.

“So you want me to fuck you, don’t you? Then you will feel good and make me excited at the same time,” I say.

The next three-seconds are the longest in my whole life. But finally, she says yes. I lay her down on the bed and open her legs. Then I remember, the condoms.

“Wait here Lindsey, I have to put on a condom,” I say. But she grabs my hand to stop me from moving.

“No,” she says. “Now.”

Lindsey grabs my dick and pushes it into her pussy. She’s so wet that she practically swallows me up. Whatever the lady wants, I think. I thrust into her pussy and her breasts bounce on her chest. Each time her moans get louder. She moves her hips to meet my cock, slamming onto it and pushing me even deeper inside of her.

“You like my rock hard dick ramming into your pussy, don't you?” I ask.

“Yes!” she practically yells.

“You like using your body to get me off, knowing that all of my cum will spill into your little cunt? You want me to fill you up until cum spills out of your lips?” I ask.

“Yes,” she says. “Yes!” Her pussy clenches around me as she moans the words.
 

I let my hands roam all over her body, which is drenched in sweat. I take a nipple in each hand, pinching them and sucking on them until she squirms underneath me. I kiss Lindsey’s lips and she pushes back, exploring my mouth with her tongue.

When I’m near the edge, I ask her, “Do you want to cum?”
 

By now she can’t answer and just moans in response.

“Let’s cum together Lindsey,” I say.

I feel my dick harden and my cum spurts inside of her. Her pussy tightens as she cums, squeezing even more cum out of me. She grabs on to my hips and doesn’t let go until her body relaxes and I pull out. As I do, a pool of cum spills out of her pussy and onto the sheets.

I hear the alarm go off. Thirty minutes is not enough time, I think. I don’t even have time to recover before I have to get her cleaned up, dressed, and awake again. I just hope that nothing will leak down her leg.

Lindsey hugs me as she leaves this time.

“Well, that’s the end of the project, partner,” she says.

“Yeah, I guess,” I say.
 

“I felt totally safe in your hands,” she says. “I hope if we have another group project, we can do it together.”

“Me too,” I say. At least that was honest.

It’s been one week. The next day in class Professor Mesmer gives a wrap-up lesson about hypnosis. I barely pay attention, because I learned all I needed to know when I was researching our “project.” We turn in our project journals. I fudge on the details, but I basically explain how I got Lindsey to follow my commands.

A week later we get our grades back. A’s! Lindsey rushes over to me after class and throws her arms around my neck.
 

“Omigod!” she says, “I’ve never gotten an A in this class!” She kisses me on the cheek.
 

“Yeah, that’s pretty cool,” I say.

“Thanks partner,” Lindsey says and drops a note into my hand. “Sorry, but see you around.” She hurries away before I can even ask her anything. Then I open the note.

Dear Trevor,

Now that the project is over, I thought you should know that I wasn’t 100% honest about it. I made you do a little more than just paint your nails.

I hope you’re not mad at me, but you seemed to enjoy it at the time.

Love,
 

Lindsey

When I’m done reading the letter, I laugh to myself. I guess I wasn’t the only one who figured out the advantages of studying hypnosis!

Boring!

Professor Mesmer is droning on in the front of the class. She points at the large projection with her laser, gesticulating with enough energy that I almost am tempted to pay attention to the lecture. Almost. Kurt and Chip and the other football guys are next to me, making jokes about how terrible her glasses are and making plans for tonight. They're cute, but they're almost as boring as she is.

I'm almost about to fall sleep when the doors bust open. Trevor slams through them, rushing to find a seat in the back of the hall. What's up with him? He looks like he hasn't slept all night. Normally he hangs out in the front of the class, not back here with us "delinquents."
 

Trevor throws his bag down, and grabs some paper, his text book, and his laptop out of it. He looks around at the crew back here and looks totally lost. It must be strange for him not to be up there with the nerds.

“Hey Trevor,” I say. “What are you doing back here with us delinquents?” I laugh and twirl some of my hair with my finger. Chip and Kurt look back at him, and then at me. I can tell by their faces that they don't know why I'm even giving him the time of day.
 

“Hey Lindsey,” Trevor whispers. “Slept through my alarm.”
 

Yeah, I can tell. I can't even stop myself from laughing, and the guys around me laugh too. I feel a little bad because I'm sure they are making fun of him, So I ignore them and pretend to listen to Professor Mesmer for a while.
 

“Hypnosis was first defined in 1853 by James Braid, but you are all probably more familiar with my great ancestor Franz Mesmer...” she says.

Yeah, right. If this is what all of my general education classes are going to be like, I'm in for a
long
semester. At least I'm getting them out of the way in my freshman year. Trevor's still making his way through them, even though he's a senior. I'd much rather be partying in three years than stuck in here, listening to this mind control hypnosis junk.

“It was once believed that hypnosis could force a person to do anything the hypnotist suggested. However, recently it has been found that subjects only act on suggestions they actually subconsciously want to do,” Professor Mesmer said.”In other words, you can’t force someone to do anything they don’t want to do with hypnotism.”

Duh, I think. Just like alcohol. Although a few good beers can lower your inhibitions….

Before I can continue my thought, Chip starts to show me music videos on his laptop. We all gather around, watching, and don't even pay attention to the lecture until it's almost over.

“We’ll have a group project for this unit of the class,” she says.
 

The class cheers. Chip and Kurt are already arguing over who will work with me. I sit back and watch. At least this should be fun, I think.
 

“It will be a week long, and you’ll be attempting to hypnotize one another. Then you will record your results in a journal due next week.” She pauses to hand out papers with our project instructions and small pocket watches. Kurt smiles at me after he gets his.

"Looks like we are going to be spending a lot of afternoons together, partner," he says.

Then Prof.Mesmer starts again.

“You’ll be working in pairs that
I
assign...” she says, and the class groans. Especially Kurt. “So listen while I call out your names.”

I look out over the class, wondering who she could pair me with. It takes a while before I finally hear my name.

“Trevor Zigman, you’re with Lindsey Hill,” the professor says.

As soon as I hear that, I can't help but smile. So, looks like I'll get to spend a lot of time alone with "big brother." This could be pretty interesting, I think. A few moments later, Kurt's name is called.

"Kurt Williams, you're with Patricia Summers," Mesmer says. A small girl sitting in the front of the class with a large stack of books and wearing a big smile waves at Kurt.

 
"Aw, man," he groans. I guess not everyone got who they wanted.

When class is over, we meet outside of the building to talk about the project. I perch on a little concrete ledge while Trevor stands in the middle of the courtyard. I look up at him and grin.

“I’m glad that we got put together,” I say.

“Really?” he asks.

“Well, it would be too embarrassing with anyone else. You’ve known me forever.”

“But aren’t you afraid to be seen with such a dork?”

I give him a light punch in the arm. He can be so lame sometimes.
 

“Whatever! You’re more like a big brother to me,” I say.

“Yeah, and you’re my ditzy little sister,” Trevor says.
 

Who is he calling ditzy? I punch him again, a little harder this time.

 
“Sorry! Sorry! Jeesh. Let’s head back to my dorm and get started on this stupid project.”

We start walking and after a while I begin noticing how Trevor
really
looks. In my mind, he was always the dorky guy who hung out with my big brother. It was just like I had two big brothers, that’s all. Just another stinky teenage guy in the house. But with him here so close to me, I’m having other thoughts.
 

When he talks to me now, his voice is low and smooth. It makes my heart beat just a little faster when he says my name now. Instead of his squeaky younger tone, his voice is low and smooth. He's not gangly and awkward anymore. Even under the gamer's shirt he's wearing, I can see Trevor's muscles. His biceps are just peeking out of his shirt. I'm kind of surprised that he doesn't have freshman girls all over him, but I guess the geeky shirts are a good decoy.