Kate looked over at her blind date, pleasantly surprised for once. In the past few weeks she'd been set up with one dickhead after another by well-meaning friends, although if they thought she went for arrogant arseholes who spent their whole time talking about money and how important they were, well, she'd have to give them a talking to. To be fair though perhaps they were just judging by her disastrous history. Why they thought to reverse those disasters by handing her another was more of a mystery.
"...and that's when we realised the boat was sinking," Sammy said, rounding off his anecdote with a rueful grin. Listening to him tell it, she felt the urge to steal a rowboat too. Although she hadn't realised at first he was a good-looking guy, warm inviting eyes and floppy hair that could use cutting, a ready smile and good strong arms. She'd tried to judge his body through his t-shirt and all she could say for sure was that he was nether muscular nor fat. She'd caught him checking her out whenever she stood up to get more coffee, making sure he got a look at the toned legs beneath her summer dress, or when she stuck her chest out just a little bit too far to fiddle with her shoulder-length brown hair. There wasn't a huge amount to stick out in truth, but he seemed fine with that.
She giggled appreciatively. "Hope you can swim."
He grinned. "Never learned. Luckily it wasn't too deep though!" She laughed with him.
"You should come swimming with me one time. I'll teach you." She paused to finish her coffee - her fifth! - letting him imagine her in bikini. From the look on his face, he liked what he saw.
"That...sounds like fun," he said after a moment, then nodded at the clock. "That you?"
"Yeah I need to go," she said regretfully. "Class tonight. This was fun though!"
"It was," he agreed as they both stood up, and folded her into a hug. Kate was surprised, but only for a moment and hugged him back. He felt good there, she realised, a head taller and long arms that held her close. She gave him a squeeze and stepped away.
"Call me," she said. "And get your mankini ready for next week!"
*
Weeks passed, and things went well Parading round in a bikini on a second date wasn't something Kate normally did - that was more a third date thing - but it made Sammy's eyes pop and that was what mattered. After a few dinner dates they started hanging out at Kate's place but despite all the subtle and nowhere-close-to-subtle hints Sammy never took the logical next step of ripping her knickers off and pounding her on the sofa. Still, she thought it was sweet. Frustrating, but sweet. Obviously she could always make the first move, but that just wasn't done. She already felt like enough of a slut waving her tits in his face and squeezing into ever-shorter shorts, taking the initiative herself would just make it seem she was gagging for it. Which honestly she wasn't; it was the intimacy she wanted, not the sex.
One evening the talk to turned to Kate's 'mysterious' course. She hadn't told anyone what she was actually studying because they would probably have laughed, but it wasn't a particular secret either.
"Hypnosis?" he said, laughing. Bloody men! "That stuff never works. Or maybe it just works on people with no willpower."
"So you wouldn't mind if I try on you?"
Sammy suddenly looked wary, but he couldn't really say no after dismissing it out of hand. "Well..."
"Good!" she said, patting the couch. "Just lay down here and you can make me look silly when nothing happens."
"You will look silly," he said, but he seemed less sure than he had been. "Fine."
He lay down and made himself comfortable. Kate had learned a few ways to do this, but the one she seemed best at was to talk softly, to let the words come like a gently flowing stream that washed over the subject. "Focus on my voice," she began. "Focus on your breathing, and follow me."
After a couple of false starts and maybe fifteen minutes of uninterrupted talking, Sammy seemed to be in the trance state she needed, halfway towards the edge of sleep but still aware, on some level. Time for a test.
"Did you sneak a look at me while I was getting changed the other day?" she asked.
"Yes," he said. Normally he'd have stammered, blushed and pretended no such thing.
"How much did you see?"
"Just your arse really," he replied, sounding somehow far away. "You're fucking gorgeous."
Yes, well. It seemed to have worked. "So you fancy me?" she asked
"Yes."
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"
He nodded. She'd known that anyway, but it never hurt to be sure.
"Why so nervous then? You must know I like you." It was like he had some weird inferiority complex. Maybe hypnosis could help.
"Small penis," he said.
Huh. That would explain it. Kate looked him over, then shrugged. She didn't care, but if it made him embarrassed it could be fun.
"Well then, we'll have to focus your mind a bit. From now on, you'll have to concentrate really, really hard to stop thinking about me. I don't want you masturbating though. Until I tell you otherwise, you won't be able to get an erection. Do you understand?"
He nodded again, no emotion on his face and well into the trance.
"You'll think of me," she whispered. "You'll get hornier and hornier, until it feels like you'll burst, but your little cock will stay soft. You'll think of me, getting hornier and hornier, and try to stroke it, but nothing will happen. Do you understand?" Fuck she was getting wet just thinking about it.
He nodded again.
She paused, smiling with satisfaction. Should she implant the trigger? Without it he'd be completely unable to cum until she hypnotised him again. But that wasn't her problem. Instead she settled for repeating the commands for ten minutes, over and over again, to make sure they took hold. Once satisfied she moved on to more general relaxation, and slowly brought him out of the trance.
Sammy opened his eyes, looking around and seeming relieved to find himself still on the couch. "That was weird," he said. "So relaxing though, feels like I just slept all night. How long was I out?"
"About half an hour," Kate told him. "I couldn't get you to dance like a chicken or pretend to be a dog though. Maybe I need more practice."
"Ha!" he laughed. "So I was right then? It's all a load of rubbish?"
Kate hid her smirk. "Maybe I've just not got the hang of it yet."
"Well," Sammy mused. "It was relaxing, so I guess I don't mind. Just promise me you won't leave me stuck as a chicken if it does work."
"I promise sweetie," Kate said, giving him her most winning smile. Now, to wait.
*
For the next few weeks Kate met up with Sammy every few days, mostly just hanging out and talking over dinner. Sammy was genuinely good company and Kate found herself liking him more and more, and there were no signs that her hypnosis trick had anything to do with that. Sammy was getting more attentive every time they met up though, his hugs lingered longer and so did his eyes. Nothing particularly unusual really, but there was a hunger behind them, the way someone who went without water would get thirstier and thirstier if they were never allowed a drink. She liked the idea of him being thirsty for her, and helpless to do anything about it. It was his own fault for laughing at her hobbies though. Every few days she gave him a 'relaxing massage' to refresh the commands and to check his progress; he thought about her all the time, he readily admitted from the depths of his trance, and was indeed unable to get an erection. She grinned at hearing that. Whatever she was doing, it was working.
Nearly three weeks after stealing Sammy's erections he kissed her for the first time, hesitantly and with no little clumsiness, but he made up for it with enthusiasm. Walking home, arm in arm, he confessed that had been his first kiss, and made a stammering apology for not being very good. She thought it was sweet and told him so, which just made him blush all the more. It took a while longer, and some gentle prodding, to admit that he was also a virgin, although given the lack of kissing that was almost a given. Her sweet, innocent boy. She nearly confessed what she'd done to him after that, but something held her back. She was simply enjoying it too much, the idea of complete dominance was a thrill she'd never anticipated and now she found she wanted that far, far more than a good hard fucking. And so she said nothing, and smiled, and laughed, and kissed him goodnight, leaving him to go home alone to his thoughts and frustrations.
A few days later she judged his torment must be close to unbearable, but instead arranged to meet him for a quick 'relaxation session' under the guise of telling him she had to leave town for a week. The longing in his eyes was obvious, even as he smiled and told her to have fun. By the time she returned he would have gone a month with no release.
Arriving home Kate was in a merciful mood, although also slightly worried that her commands would have worn off by now. Her teacher had said a week or two should be fine if there had been enough reinforcement, but still. There was only one way to find out though, and so she texted Sammy and asked if he wanted to come over that night. The speed with which he replied suggested he wanted that very much.
Kate barely had time to shower and shave before the doorbell rang. He must have broken every speed limit going. She let him wait for a few minutes, wrapping herself in a soft cotton robe and draping her wet hair down her back, then went to the door.
"Oh!" Sammy said, eying her up and down even as he blushed. "Sorry, were you in the shower?" If her hair wasn't enough of a clue, he could surely smell her strawberry scent.
"That's ok," she said. "Come in, come in. I've missed you."
