Betsy blushed.
"I didn't try looking away -- I didn't want to -- especially not once you stopped what you were doing inside you, which felt ... jeez, it was unbelievable. How the hell did you do that?"
Her smile turned prim. "I've done ballet since preschool. We learn some pretty amazing muscle control and my pelvic floor is strong. Powerful, even." Betsy's wink was playful. "Suzanne opened my eyes to how I could use that on something -- or someone -- inside me. She had me practice with a training device that has an app, so I can see what's happening in there in real time. It's empowering, kind of addictive, and unbelievably arousing when I imagine having a man inside me, my muscle control reducing him to a brainless puddle, totally dependent on me for his release. I can make him come whenever I want, or I can ruin his orgasm or stop it completely, edging him while I come again and again, like I did to you last night. I focused my pelvic floor muscles to do things to you ..." her voice dropped to an intimate whisper "... that I did to the trainer. You certainly seemed to enjoy it."
"I have never experienced anything like that in my entire life. It was mind-blowing."
She laughed. "Keep behaving, you lucky boy. You'll get that and a lot more. I will turn your brain to mush whenever I please, even without hypnosis. But we only have one more minute before we get back to work, so I'll ask again: will you let me hypnotize you? I pretty much did last night but I want to take it further, implanting two post-hypnotic suggestions: one will help you drop into trance without a long induction while the second will let me play with your memory. I'll make you forget numbers and I'll even make you forget some of what happens with us until I let you remember again. What do you say?"
He shrugged, not knowing where she was going with this, but trusting her. "Sure, it sounds like a fun trick."
Betsy smiled, then leaned in for another soft kiss. "It's hardly a trick, sweet boy. For the next two weeks I'll turn your world upside down, but every single thing I do will be for your pleasure or your lasting benefit, even if it might not seem so at first."
"Then we have a deal," Bob said, smiling and holding his hand out as if to shake hers. She held out her hand for him to kiss instead. He did. She looked down and smirked. Even though he didn't need to, he knelt and kissed her feet. Then they got back to work.
* * *
Betsy and Bob did a lot more studying that afternoon. Betsy researched and carefully planned experiments to measure the effect of each hypnotic technique she wanted to try, as well as how she could remove the effect so Bob would start each experiment in the same state of mind. Ensuring that he would be unable to remember what happened while he was under hypnosis would be key. She wanted the project -- and her summary paper -- to be dazzling. She also wanted to make sure her ideas fit with Suzanne's goals for Bob.
Bob spent the afternoon learning his new computer language. He'd set up an integrated development environment and worked through 8 chapters, about half the book, reaching the section labeled "Advanced Topics" and feeling like he understood what he'd learned. He felt euphoria when he finally closed the book, like the "runner's high" he used to feel after a particularly good run and still felt after a challenging bike ride. He didn't actually want to stop, but in the back of his mind where he'd compartmentalized it while working, he knew what would come next and looked forward to it, albeit with trepidation -- he expected to be challenged in ways he had no way to anticipate. He wouldn't have known to stop if he hadn't set his alarm for 4:20. He'd figured he might need a few minutes to reach a sensible stopping point, then get into a very different frame of mind. After two minutes of focused, calming breathing, he was glad he did. He emerged from Suzanne's office at 4:28 and found Betsy in the bedroom a minute later. He took her in his arms.
"One more minute," he whispered.
She smiled, leaning back toward the bed so he was supporting her weight. Her long, elegant neck was fully exposed to him. He kissed it and she shivered. She hadn't changed out of her sexy nightie and heels. Then she lifted her head, took his cheeks between her long-nailed hands, and gave him what might've been the most passionate kiss he'd ever experienced. He did his best to return it, becoming lost in the silky feel of her skin, her scent, her long soft hair brushing against his hands. She was intoxicating.
She pulled away, smiling mischievously. "Time's up," she said, unbelting her thin robe and letting it fall from her slender shoulders to pool at her feet. "On your knees, boy. You're mine now. Kisses only."
He kissed her feet and the top of each of her toes. As she bent over, her top separated from her body and gave him a spectacular view of her perfect breasts. She traced the long nails of her index fingers slowly up the inside of her tender toned thighs. He took the hint and kissed his way up, marveling at the feel of her soft, sensitive, feminine skin, his lips following where her hands drew him. Her thin satin shorts stayed in place and her nipples tented her top. He smelled her arousal.
She sniffed, laying one graceful hand affectionately on his cheek. "See what your submission does to me?" she whispered. "I've been wet all day, thinking of what I'll do to you. I am so horny."
He nodded as he continued his soft kisses. "Yes, Miss Betsy."
Her long finger traced up to her mons and lingered there for two full minutes. He kissed her softly, teasingly, lovingly. Then her fingertips rose farther, alternately, slowly up her belly, lifting her top to reveal her lovely breasts, tracing all around their circumference, then spiraling in toward her nipples. Bob's lips followed.
"You can use your hands," she said breathlessly. "Your tongue, your ... teeth ... oh god."
Bob savored the feel of her hard nipples on his lips, his tongue, and between his fingers. He was gentle at first, but as she gasped her pleasure, her little mewing moans pitching higher, he grew rough. He kissed, licked, pinched, pulled, and twisted her nipples, alternating his mouth between her breasts while his hand fondled the other. She moaned, then whined as her pleasure neared. Finally she tensed and shuddered as climax overwhelmed her. Her hands on his shoulders tightened, long nails digging painfully into his skin. He hadn't touched her clit at all.
* * *
They met Suzanne at the gym at 5:15, all three of them in modest workout clothes, but there was only so much modest clothing could do to disguise Suzanne's powerful muscles or Betsy's otherworldly beauty. They set up in the same private exercise studio where Bob had wrestled Juli and Betsy yesterday. Suzanne began leading them in stretches. A few minutes later, Juli and another woman entered. They had a sisterly resemblance and both carried a child asleep in an infant car seat. Like Juli, the other woman was very attractive even if partly obscured by goth makeup -- black eyeliner, eyebrows, and eyelash extensions, with matching polish on her dagger-like fingernails, except that her left ring fingernail was glossy purple. The women hugged each other.
"Bob, meet my sister Kenzi," Juli said softly. Kenzi put out her hand. Her voluminous clothing revealed little except that she seemed plump, voluptuous, or both. She was about as tall as Suzanne, two inches shorter than Juli and Betsy.
Bob figured that Juli had spoken softly to not wake the sleeping babies. "Pleased to meet you," he said equally softly as he shook Kenzi's hand. Her grip was firm and strong.
"I've heard a lot about you," Kenzi replied. She seemed to wear an ever-present smirk. "I can't wait to get to know you better." She winked suggestively, and as Bob removed his hand from hers, she curled her fingers so her pointed nails scraped his palm.
Bob realized that Kenzi must be the Mackenzie who had a signature line on the form he'd signed, which meant that Kenzi would almost certainly become part of their sexual goings-on. And that Kenzi was still in high school. 'Good God,' he thought. 'What has become of me?' Then he recalled that Juliane and Mackenzie had different last names on the form.
"Let's finish stretching," Suzanne said. "We'll take turns looking after the kids. No wrestling unless Kenzi wants to have a go at Bob."
"Not today," Kenzi said. "I'm not exactly in wrestling shape. I'll take first shift with the kids while I finish stretching."
Bob's workout took half an hour; he did one set of 13 reps at 8 stations, straining to complete each exercise. Suzanne's evaluation of what he could handle had been spot-on.
