Lecture Trigger Hypnosis

I didn't expect her to go under that easily. That was the most delicious part.

Professor Alexis had that stiff upper-back posture of someone who read self-help books with titles like "Command the Room" and actually took notes. Legs crossed, arms loosely folded, black skirt pressed to her thighs like iron. She was beautiful in the cold way--like a gallery statue, sharp and high-contrast. Every student in the psych building had imagined her moaning once. Just once. And no one ever got close.

Except today.

"Come on, ladies," she smirked, tilting her head. "Let's see if you can make the unshakable tremble."

Her mistake wasn't arrogance--it was curiosity.

I dangled the pendant, just like in the demo script. A smooth silver ring on black thread. I let it sway, timed with the breathless quiet of the office, whispering the induction lines I'd polished all week. Alexis's gaze followed lazily at first. Then locked. Then stilled. And then--gone. Her pupils dilated, lips parted just slightly. The smirk died like a flame pulled into vacuum.

She was under.

"Can you hear me?" I asked gently.

"Yes," she said flatly.

Emma gasped. I didn't smile. Not yet.

"Every word I say now is the truth," I continued. "You trust us. You want to listen. Listening feels good. Disobeying feels wrong. Doesn't it?"

"...Yes."

Her voice dropped half an octave.

I stepped forward. The air changed. I could smell something new--warm fabric, tension, the perfume of a woman too disciplined for herself.

"Good. Now, stand up."

She did. Like a puppet held from the crown of the head. I circled her slowly, feeling her body radiate heat. That ass--hidden all semester beneath fitted pencil skirts and authority--was right there, one command away from obedience.

"Put your hands behind your back," I said. "Arch for me."

She bent just slightly at the waist, back curved with perfect instinct. The tight skirt rose a breath above her thighs, exposing the toned lines of a runner who probably jogged at 6 AM to dominate her own reflection.

Emma bit her lip. I reached out and slid my finger just under the hem of her skirt.

"No panties," I murmured.

"Today's laundry day," Alexis replied blankly.

God. That was real.

"Say: My ass is the most honest part of me."

"My ass is the most honest part of me."

"Why?"

"Because it doesn't lie. It reacts."

"And what is it reacting to now?"

"...Arousal."

Her cheeks were flushing. Not on her face. The ones I could see.

"Emma," I said without turning, "you're the observer. Make sure the subject doesn't lie."

Emma nodded, stepping around. Her hand gently grazed Alexis's hip as she leaned in for a closer look.

"She's wet," Emma whispered. "Like, already."

I smiled then. Just a little.

"Tell me what you think of your students."

"I think some of them are weak. Some of them are forgettable. Some of them are... temptations."

"What am I?"

"You're dangerous."

"Do you like dangerous?"

"...Yes."

I gave her a soft slap on the ass. Not enough to hurt. Enough to echo.

"Each time I spank you, your mind gets hazier. But your body gets needier. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Slap.

She twitched.

Slap.

Her thighs parted just slightly.

Slap.

She moaned.

Emma exhaled.

"I want you to bend fully now," I said. "Face down on the desk. Ass up."

Alexis obeyed. No hesitation. Her bare cheeks framed by the dark skirt, bunched up like a flag of surrender.

"Arch harder."

She did.

"Now say: I teach with my mouth. I learn with my ass."

"I teach with my mouth. I learn with my ass."

Emma giggled, but I didn't. I was watching her hole twitch--tight, slightly pulsing--responding to every word, every pause.

"You don't speak unless asked. Nod if you understand."

She nodded.

I took a dry-erase marker from the whiteboard tray and pulled the cheeks apart. Slowly, reverently. Like peeling open a secret file.

She didn't flinch when the cold tip touched her skin. I wrote:

'DEPARTMENT ACCESS: APPROVED'

Emma snapped a picture.

"Good girl," I whispered. "Now stand and turn to face me."

She rose slowly, her eyes still cloudy. Her nipples pressed against her blouse now, sharp and begging.

I stepped close. Touched her face.

"You're still in there, aren't you?" I asked.

"...Yes."

"And you hate this?"

"...Yes."

"Are you wet?"

"...Yes."

"Do you want to stop?"

Silence. Then:

"...No."

And just like that, I knew we weren't done. Not even close.

I didn't rush. That's the difference between cruelty and control. Emma was buzzing already, practically fidgeting with the phone in her hand, but I just watched Alexis breathe. Watched her chest rise and fall like a slowed pendulum, eyes cloudy, face blank -- but not empty. No, she was still in there. That was the whole point.

"Say your name."

"Alexis Monroe."

"Say your purpose."

"...To serve. To obey."

I tilted her chin up.

"To who?"

"You. And Emma."

Emma grinned. Her hand drifted down Alexis's stomach like she was petting a statue, fingers grazing the open line of buttons down her blouse.

"You're still wet," Emma murmured. "It's starting to drip down her thigh."

"She's ready, then," I said. "Turn around. Bend over again. On your knees this time."

She dropped instantly. The skirt was still bunched around her waist, her bare ass perfectly presented like she was offering something sacred. I watched her cheeks flex as she settled, spine aligned, head bowed. Perfect posture. Even in submission, she moved like an academic.

"Emma. Bring the bag."

Emma retrieved my small zip pouch from her satchel. No toys -- I wanted this raw. Simple. Just lubricant, gloves, a slim silver plug I'd chosen days ago with this scene in mind.

I knelt behind Alexis, palming the curve of her ass with one hand, spreading her gently.

"You're going to feel something now," I said calmly. "You will accept it without protest, without hesitation. You'll associate the feeling with obedience. Deep, relaxing obedience."

"Yes."

I applied lube, slowly circling her tight rim, watching her shiver with each contact. Emma stood beside us, holding Alexis's hair like a leash, watching from above like some bored princess.

The plug entered with a single, steady push. Alexis gasped--soft, like an echo--but didn't resist. Her hips pushed back slightly as it seated.

"Good," I said. "Now speak."

"...My ass belongs to the department. It's open to correction. It holds my obedience when I forget it."

"And right now?"

"...I'm remembering."

Emma laughed. "Holy shit. She's so deep it's poetic."

I snapped my fingers beside Alexis's ear. Her head lifted, eyes dazed.

"New command," I said. "When I say the word 'lecture,' you will present yourself -- ass out, hands behind your back, plug in, and ready to be used. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Let's test."

I stood, walked to the front of the room, picked up her marker, and said, clearly: "Let's begin today's lecture."

No hesitation. She rose, turned, dropped to her knees, positioned herself just as before -- plug perfectly in place, thighs parted, back arched. Emma clapped, giddy.

"She's our new assistant professor," she joked.

I walked back slowly.

"Let's review vocabulary," I said. "Define: obedience."

"Immediate and enthusiastic response to your commands."

"Define: disgrace."

"Losing control of my body in front of my students."

"And what are you right now?"

"...Disgraced."

"Good."

I knelt again and smacked her ass hard. The plug jolted deeper. Alexis shuddered and let out a broken moan.

"You like disgrace," I whispered.

"I do."

"You're not even fighting anymore."

"I'm not supposed to."

Emma moved behind her and slid two fingers between Alexis's thighs.

"Dripping," she confirmed. "She's going to soak the floor."

"Let her," I said. "It's her new signature."

Alexis whimpered. Her back muscles twitched like she wanted to collapse. I let her.

She crumpled forward, arms trembling, forehead resting on the floor, ass still raised. The plug gleamed between flushed skin. Her blouse was halfway open now, sweat clinging to her stomach, her voice small.

"Please..." she whispered.

I leaned down.

"Please what?"

"Please let me come."

I looked at Emma. We exchanged a glance.

"Denied," I said. "Not yet. Not until the next lecture."

Alexis let out a low, broken exhale. Her whole body pulsed with the denial, thighs pressed together in useless need.

"Reset," I said softly. "When I snap my fingers, you'll wake up. You'll remember nothing. But your body will keep the memory. Your ass will clench when you see us. You won't know why."

I stood up, snapped my fingers.

She blinked. Sat up. Looked around the room, confused, legs still spread, skirt ruffled, sweat glistening down her spine.

"Wh... what happened?" she asked, voice hoarse.

Emma and I were already at the door.

"Thanks for the trial run," I said. "We'll schedule the next lecture soon."

Alexis flinched. Just a subtle twitch of her hips. Her pupils dilated.

And deep inside, I knew: we didn't hypnotize her. We unlocked her.

the crackle of air

(Written and edited by AlexisVriting)