Laser focussed, intent beyond words in her task, Lydia gently reached back towards the limp head of her friend and lifted her up softly. She responded placidly, not unwilling to comply but not offering any assistance to her friend, simply allowing whatever Lydia did to her to happen. She sat up, slumped and limp on the couch as Lydia drew her back to the sitting position, allowing her back to be straightened by two hands on either side of her body above the navel. Her breasts, cupped in the familiar capsules of her bra, slowly moved in and out, back and forth as she breathed long and even breaths, and although she was most certainly awake, she wasn't conscious.
Lydia had been trying, after one too many repeated pleas from her friend to help her try hypnosis, to get her friend to cum through hypnotic induction, and rather unsuccessfully, she thought ruefully. After two hours and a lot of patient whispering and coercing, all she'd managed to produce from her friend's body were muted sighs and damp panties. Both were good signs, but a far cry from the wracking orgasm Lydia was aiming for. Now, frustrated once more at a failed round of entrancing, she wasn't sure she could go through with another session. Lydia, best friends with Brigitte for the best part of their adult lives, was not sexually attracted to her best friend, although she was bisexual, but even she was starting to feel the yearning pull of Lydia's desperation and her body was slowly being affected by the sight of her friend in her underwear, the darkened patch of wetness at her crotch and scent of sex starting to hang about their bodies. All her amateuristic attempts at hypnosis seemed to be doing were making the both of them horny. At least, she mused to herself, Brigitte was buried deep within her trance and didn't have to sit here watching it all happen without sight nor sound of her release.
Sighing, Lydia turned the laptop screen around, letting her best friend's eyes glaze and defocus as they lost sight of the looping spiral graphic she'd put on it as a focal point for her mind in order to put her under. Pulling up her stack of tabs, she navigated to the ones she'd been reading up on that went a little beyond benign hypnotism and checked she had her facts right. After scrolling quickly through a forum post topped off with the header "How to weave the thoughts of a slave into her mind" as well as a blog post and attached YouTube video called "Mind control, slaves and hypnosis for the uninitiated" she nodded and set the spiralling image back in the centre of Brigitte's focal point. Just on the verge of floating herself out of it, Lydia guided Brigitte's empty stare back to the screen and watched the few muscles she'd started to use slacken completely once more as she immediately dropped back into the depths her mind had created for herself.
'Alright Brig, let's try something a bit different, or so help me I'm going to have to put myself in your seat and trance myself just to get me out of this damn job.' Lydia muttered, once more repositioning the docile woman so that she was ready to go into her pliable, command-ready state. At first it had been hard to get her under at all - excited and already horny, Brigitte had kept lifting herself out of her own trance to ask if she was under yet. Then, when at last she was deep enough to succumb to the hypnosis, Lydia had taken a few attempts to get her to the right place in her mind where her consciousness stepped back fully and allowed her to implant suggestions and commands. When at last she had got the girl there, it had taken even longer to get the right form of suggestion worked out that produced the best results, and even then she hadn't found it yet. Now, as Lydia brought her back into that state of displaced subconscious openness, Lydia saw how easily and readily she went there. At least that was one good thing to have come out of the last two hours, Lydia thought wryly.
If I can't get you to cum without touching you, Lydia thought to herself, at least I can get you to want to cum more easily. A naturally shy, timid girl, Brigitte had taken years to even start to open up to her friend, and it had only been Lydia's unceasing care and gentle inquisitions that had eventually proved to her that she could trust Lydia with her deeper thoughts. Even then, it had taken years longer for her to feel comfortable talking about sex and kinks, and Lydia couldn't help but feel her suspicions justified when she had come out one afternoon as being 'all but a virgin.' Apparently, when she was very young, she'd had a boy enter her - she was always sketchy on the specifics and even now Lydia didn't know if it was a fabrication to hide her status as a virgin - but it had not been pleasurable and neither of them finished. She said it had been fun, and it definitely counted - it hurt when he pushed, and she was very tight for him, she'd said, which vaguely fitted the general opinion that first times included a little pain, especially for the woman who's hymen broke on intercourse - but Lydia had never found out more than that. Now, years later and so nervous that she barely went out, ruining her chances of finding a new sexual partner, here she was asking Lydia to help her get off with more satisfaction.
"First, remind your patient of their safety." That was step one on the vid link, so Lydia soothed Brigitte's mind, whispering by her ear as she gently stroked her hair. She hadn't done that previously but since Lydia was throwing the rules out the window at this point she figured she could touch, coax and otherwise intervene as she chose. Peering closely at the corner of the screen, where she'd overlayed the webpage as small as she could while still being able to read it, Lydia checked the next step. Confident that Brigitte was well attuned to the safety of her voice, she began pushing her deeper, painting an image of a tunnel or whirlpool that would suck her friend down further. This, apparently, ensured her total obedience, as well as helped counter her potentially remembering things she was told or programmed to do. This was mind control territory, Lydia thought with a slight shiver as she glanced at the screen. Hypnosis helped with nerves and sex and meditation, but when you wanted to turn a man into a chicken or get a girl to blow you when you clicked your fingers, this was where you took her. Lydia could feel the hairs rising on her arms and neck as she peered at step three, the nerves causing her heart to pound faster in her chest.
"Once deeply under, begin your first command. Give it a physical tie-in, like a sound, sight or sensation, so that your subject feels like it's a real tangible object. Always end each individual order with more safe words, and reassurance."
Righto, Lydia breathed softly. Turning to her female friend, she began whispering into her ear. When she was done with the command, she realised she needed to tie it into something physical, and, her nerves jangling as she realised she couldn't exactly touch her friend in some way - for all she knew, any time her friend was touched there she'd suddenly start obeying this command, and it was intended to be a once-off thing only - she shrugged and asked her friend to turn her head. Raising her top and hooking her bra down in one movement, she tied her first command to the sight of her breasts. Her nipples perked in the cool night air, but they were already hard - Lydia hadn't realised how hard they actually were until now. When she was sure her friend had the command embedded in the depths of her mind, she put her tit away. Then, realising she was quite warm, she shrugged and quickly slung the shirt off, sighing as the cool air took a little heat out of her skin. After all, Lydia thought dryly to herself, it's not like she's going to see my tits all the time. I've seen hers about twice, and I've known her since before she had them.
