It was finale day for the BDSM Convention, and Dr. Alicia DeLaurent was prepared for a very big show to end the three day run of shows, two for new to BDSM and hypnosis, and the final presentation for those established in the community. After her morning fun with her newest subject, she went home to rest and prepare for the show, which would be an audience of about 50, all verifying through their ticket purchase that they were experienced in the BDSM community and would be attending a very adult presentation, more detailed and in depth than the prior two.
Arriving home, the Doctor of Domination removed her one piece lycra yoga outfit, and showered. The brunette, who had dark hair with several natural flecks of lighter brown mixed in, showered, washed her hair and prepared the rest of her outfit for the evening. WIth one special VIP guest in mind, Alicia chose a black rubber pencil skirt with matching full sleeve rubber top with knee hi black, 4 inch stiletto boots. The five foot, seven inch tall beauty would tower over most women, adding to the perception of her power, and the rubber would show off the curves she had in all the right places, particularly her very ample breasts.
Her makeup would feature the 'Rojo' red lips, with matching nail polish, and accentuate the almond shape of her hazel eyes, which seemed to change color depending on the light. Eyelashes that extended past the outside of her eye accentuated the eyes, and gave her a sexy, exotic look. A look that garnered attention even in jeans and a hooded sweatshirt.
The sexy, confident, dominant look she shows, with her credentials, have enabled this young hypnodomme to be considered a rising star in the community, and her seminars, shows and demonstrations have been nothing but reviewed in the highest regard. Her talent, and her ability to command a room, had Alicia DeLaurent's audiences in awe, and impressed, and right where she wanted them, on the end of her string.
On the end of that string currently was pretty 22-year old college senior Jillian Johnson, who has been a fan of hypnosis and domination for years, mostly through videos online featuring F/f hypnosis domination, seeing herself as the one being controlled. After 2 years of online fun featuring late nights of watching hypnosis videos and files, Jillian finally went to the live show when it was near college and had a front row seat for the "New to Hypnosis and BDSM" seminar the prior evening. Close enough she was hypnotized as she actively listened as the beautiful hypnodomme Alicia DeLaurent was performing a whispered induction to one of the evening's veteran volunteer subjects.
All those late nights, fueled by stress of school and an overdrive to succeed, led the college coed to seek ways to remediate her insufferable insomnia, which led her to hypnosis, which led her to hypnosis domination video, which led her to hypno domination files, which led her to her first ever live hypno show at a BDSM conference. And that show led her further down the rabbit hole without a lucky rabbit's foot.
Jillian made it home after her trip to find the matching nail polish for her new favorite lipstick, "Rojo Convincente", which led to what in her mind was a chance meeting with Dr. Alicia DeLaurent, who helped her find the nail polish, and had the girl sign up at her yoga studio and bought her three one piece yoga outfits. Jillian decided to hit the books for a while after putting her new purchases away. In her bedroom, purse still slung over her shoulder, she looked in the mirror and saw her lipstick was smudged.
Unprompted, she dropped the yoga outfits on the bed, took her lipstick out of her purse, and applied it- but in her now favorite slow, circular motion in a five count. Five circles. Each relaxing her further. Circle. After circle. After circle. After circle. After circle. The result was a much more relaxed Jillian Johnson, who counted the five circles in her mind, as she slowly felt herself fading into a blissful relaxed state, courtesy of the lesson from the Doctor of Domination.
Seeing the black yoga outfit at the top of the bed, Jillian slowly undressed, starting with her shoes, working her way until she was naked, her thin frame and small breasts fully and openly exposed. Slowly, almost in a slow motion dream like speed, Jillian put on the black yoga outfit sans underwear, and went back over to the mirror to look at herself in the tight fitting black yoga gear.
Jillian would have smiled, if she could, but after the prior evening, and her escapade earlier in the day, and now with the lipstick, she was left in a state of relaxed bliss. She looked at herself in the mirror, which had become a bit engorged at the simple task of putting on the tight black outfit. But seeing herself in the outfit- wIth 'Rojo' red lips and matching nails, was putting her back into that familiar state from the night before, and again earlier in the day in the yoga store dressing room with Doctor DeLaurent, pushed the pretty finance major even further down the rabbit hole.
Instinctively, she began to play with her breasts through the outfit, slowly, timidly at first. Then the word 'aggressively' popped into her head, and she started playing with abandon. She could have been aggressively playing for five minutes or an hour, she had no idea before she was taken out of her blissful existence by her phone in her purse, two feet away on the vanity table right next to the Rojo Convincente lipstick she proudly wore.
The ringtone was one she couldn't ignore, as she shook her head to try and fully awaken before answering the phone.
"Hello," the still recovering, semi relaxed girl answered.
"Hello Jillian," said the familiar voice that seemed permanently etched in her mind.
"Hello Doctor," Jillian replied, her body reacting to the voice.
"You seem a bit out of it, Jillian, are you all right?" the hypnodomme asked.
"Yyyess Dddoctorrr, IIi'm gggooddd," the girl stammered.
"Sleepy submissive," the hypnodomme said, triggering her newest subject into hypnosis again. "What were you doing, JIllian? Tell me everything since you got home, do not leave out one detail please."
"Yes, Doctor," Jillian began. "I came home, was putting new yoga outfits away. Saw lipstick was smudged. Reapplied it like you showed me. Five circles. Very relaxed. Put on black yoga outfit. Looked in mirror, hot. Red lips red nails. Like you. Played with my breasts. Answered phone. Talk to you."
"How wonderful, Jillian. You have a very naughty and fun subconscious, I love that and can't wait to take that naughty little subconscious of yours for a ride," the hypnodomme responded. "And to think you did that all on your own, how naughty JIllian, such a good girl."
The praise sent a welcome wave of pleasure through the young lady, prompting a slight knee buckle and a mild "ohhh."
"Thank you for that wonderful entertainment, Jillian, did you enjoy your playtime you just had?" asked the Doctor.
"Yes, Doctor," responded the girl.
"And you like your new yoga outfits?" continued the Domme.
"Yes, Doctor," responded the hypnotized girl.
"Have a favorite one Jillian?" further asked the hypnodomme. "Which one?"
"The black one, Doctor," answered the girl in a slow monotone.
"Why is that Jillian?" asked the smiling hypnodomme.
"Reminds me of you, Doctor," responded the sleepy submissive.
"Oh how wonderful, JIllian, we just met and I am already making this impression?" queried the psychiatrist.
"Yes, Doctor," the girl replied without hesitation despite being hypnotized.
"Good girl, Jillian," the domme told her new subject. "For the rest of the afternoon, no more lipstick, no more playing with your breasts. No more circles for your lipstick application, we can't have you slipping under when you are going to be driving. When I count to three, you will awaken and we will pick up our conversation where we left off, do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor, I understand," Jillian said, in her familiar refrain and cadence.
"You will be very excited for the show tonight Jillian, and you do want to make a good impression since you are my VIP guest," the hypnodomme suggested. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, Doctor, I understand," the black lycra clad subject replied.
"Very good, Jillian," the domme told the girl. "Awake at three."
"One."
