Introduction
I'm Mary, an author of erotic lesbian stories, published here on Literotica. I recently stumbled upon a website with hypnotic audio files. I listened to several of them and found one, in particular, to be extremely erotic, providing a plethora of pleasure:
Frenzied Orgasms
I wrote a story about one of my experiences listening to it and it's in my collection:
My Frenzied Orgasms
. I listened to the audio many times before looking around and finding a website where people gather to discuss hypnosis and offer themselves as hypnotists and subjects.
I was intrigued, so I talked with a few hypnotists and found one I liked. So I let myself be hypnotised by her. I found it to be highly erotic and enjoyable to let myself be controlled. She planted a few suggestions, one of which is that I should dress more like a slut when I go out, except for work.
As a lesbian all my sexual life, I didn't need to be convinced of that orientation, but I had always been pretty shy in person until I got to know someone quite well. She released me from my shyness, and I have been more adventurous since.
The story below is suggested by my newfound freedom. It's not a real-life account, but it's a fun fantasy of what I'd like to think about doing if I dared. I have imagined taking the hypnotist's role with someone I fancy.
Flirtation
I stop at my usual café in the mall. The young woman taking my order is one I have often seen. She looks about my age, say 20, short with a cute pixie haircut, slim body and small boobs that barely make themselves noticeable through her figure-concealing uniform.
She smiles at me broadly, as she does with all her customers. I don't think she knows how her smile has often penetrated me and sparked fleeting fantasies of being with her. I sense (or maybe I just imagine) a latent passion under her innocent girl-next-door manner.
I'm not working today, so as my mistress has instructed, I'm in a very short skirt and a tight tube top, with no bra underneath. My nipples have hardened from the cold air conditioning in the mall, so even without looking, I know they are standing out from my little boobs and pushing through the thin fabric.
I order my usual large cappuccino. I glance down and see "Beth" on her name tag.
"Beth, I'm having it here, since I'm not working today. By the way, I'm Mary. I've seen you many times, so I thought we should get acquainted."
She smiles again and says, "Sure, Mary."
I tap my card to pay, and when she hands me my receipt, I let my fingers linger over hers and gently rub one. I feel so excited, finally feeling free to flirt with her.
She glances down at our hands, then slowly lets her gaze drift up to my boobs. Her eyes seem to widen as she catches sight of my hard nipples.
I think about whispering, "You like them, don't you?" but her manager is near, so I don't.
I smile at her. In a soft but insistent tone of voice, I say, "I'm going to sit in the back around the corner. You'll bring me my coffee." It is an order, not a request.
She's still staring at my nipples, but then she snaps to awareness and blurts, "Uh, yes, I will."
"Good." I almost said, "Good girl," as my mistress has often used to praise me, but I thought that would be a bit much right now.
I slide my finger along hers as I take my receipt. I hear a tiny gasp. I turn and saunter to the back, around the corner. I am glad that the section is empty and I take the table against the wall that's the one most out of sight of the main area.
Nobody can see me, so I rub my nipples and make them rock hard. When Beth comes around the corner, I push out my little boobs and smile at her. Her gaze drops to my boobs as she sets my coffee down.
"Stay for a minute, Beth."
She looks around and isn't sure.
I continue my low but commanding tone of voice. "It's not busy at all now, you can stay just a minute. Nod to agree."
She looks back at my face then down at my boobs again and nods.
"You like my little boobs, don't you, Beth? Nod to agree."
She nods.
"I like you a lot, Beth. I've been wanting to get to know you. Do you like me?"
She nods again.
"Good." I look around to verify that nobody else can see me. My hands slide up to my boobs and slowly caress them. Her jaw drops.
"You're wishing you could do this, aren't you, Beth?" She blushes bright red but nods.
My fingers start raising the bottom of my tube top. "You'd like to have a quick look at them, wouldn't you?"
Her eyes widen but she remains silent. Finally, she nods again.
I whip up the top, exposing my naked boobs. She gasps. I leave them uncovered for a few seconds before covering them again.
I pick up my phone from the table and begin composing a text message. I hand her the phone and say, "Enter your phone number."
She's in a daze, but she shakes herself enough out of it to tap away and then hand me back the phone. I read the number back to her to confirm that it's correct.
"Good girl. You can go now, Beth."
She can't move for a few seconds. She's still gazing at me, no doubt wondering how this all happened. Then she slowly turns and walks around the corner.
I'm alone again, so I lift my top again and take a selfie of my naked boobs, sending it to her with the message, "You want to look at my little boobs as often as you can."
I smile and sip my coffee, having amazed myself at the audacity I have just displayed. Before I discovered my wonderful hypnotist, I never would have thought of doing anything like this, but she has released my inner slut. I feel my pussy warm up, and I get another idea.
I get up and walk around the corner to check who else is in the café. It's empty except for the staff and one customer sitting near the front. I return to my seat, spread my legs, pull my knickers aside to expose my pussy, spread my lips wide with one hand, and take another selfie of it. I send it to Beth with the message, "...and my pussy."
I enjoy my coffee and my outrageous flirtation with Beth. I pick up my phone again and start a new message to her. I think about what to say, and then write, "If you're free after you finish work, let me know shortly before that and I'll come back."
Fantasy Time
As I leave the café, I smile at Beth. She gives me a small smile and blushes brightly. I'm guessing she has had time to look at the photos I sent her. I walk over and take a photo of her lovely smile.
My heart is pounding and my pussy is pulsing as I walk out and head home. Apparently, my guess about her hidden passion is correct after all. Within ten minutes, I'm home.
I run to my bedroom, strip naked and flop onto my bed. I pinch my nipple and rub my wet pussy. I pull out my phone and look at Beth's face, imagining what her boobs look like. In no time, my pussy is dripping and my clit is throbbing.
I flick my clit and I'm close to cumming, but I decide not to cum before hopefully meeting Beth later. I goon for about a half hour, imagining that Beth is standing nearby, watching me.
My stomach growls, so I pad to the kitchen and make a chicken sandwich. I look at Beth's photo again and reach into my shorts to lightly rub my pussy with one hand as I eat my sandwich with the other. I hope she has been looking at my boobs and pussy.
I rub gently for a while until I hear my phone give its new-message tone. I see that it's a quarter to two, and Beth has messaged me, "I get off at 2". I smile at the unintended double entendre.
I reply, "Great. I'll come back and meet you. Outside the café?"
"Sure"
First Date
I change back to what I was wearing before. I quickly walk back to the mall and find Beth standing outside the café. I smile at her and say, "I'm glad you texted me. Want to go for a little walk?"
I can tell that she's nervous but excited as she meekly replies, "Yes."
I lead the way to a small wooded park near the mall, where I have previously gone to rub myself on the way home. There's a small shaded grassy area that can't be seen by passers-by unless they also seek it out.
I walk to a tree and lean with my back against it. I smile at Beth and wait to see what she does. She stands about a metre away, looking at me but saying nothing. I wait a minute before asking, "Did you see my photos?"
She blushes and whispers, "Yes. Um, wow, Mary, I've never seen anything like it."
"You've never seen a naked woman?"
"Well, except for seeing girls in the shower after gym class, no."
"How did it make you feel to see me?"
"Oh, Mary,..." she blurts before falling silent again.
I ask, "Did it excite you?"
"Oh. Um. Oh, Mary, I don't know what's happening to me."
"You did get excited, didn't you?"
