Haileys Hypno Breasts Ch 02

Hailey's Breathtaking Hypnotic Breasts Chapter 2

That morning, I woke up with a beautiful topless woman in my arms. I smiled as I took in her slightly askew blonde hair and cutely relaxed face. Not wanting to wake her, I simply relaxed and enjoyed the feeling, even though my arm ached a bit. Stacy and I had been close for years, and sleeping over with each other the night of our level ups had been tradition since even before stat points came with those level ups, but she had never snuggled up to me in my sleep like this before. I couldn't help but be happy with that development.

I'm not sure how long I relaxed in that position, but it was far too soon that she stirred and woke. She quickly noticed my affectionate look and blushed.

"Good morning, beautiful," I greeted her. Using terms of endearment was as new as the sexual fun and the snuggling in bed, so I anxiously watched her expression. Thankfully, I only saw happiness and contentment, and no hint of regret or shame. She was acting a bit more shy than usual, though.

"Good morning to you too," she responded before pressing her lips to mine in a kiss. I gladly returned it, and we kissed tenderly for a moment before she pulled back.

"Last night was... amazing. I'm so glad I found the courage to make the first move."

That Stacy had been working up the courage to make a move was both endearing and hard to process. She was the dominant influence of virtually every social interaction, always confident and assertive, so for her to struggle in any social interaction was odd. At the same time, it was endearing that she cared enough about me for that to be what would trip her up and very relatable given that I had been facing similar struggles.

"I'm glad you did too. I've been trying to find the courage to do the same for a while, and I'm so glad that we've finally broken that barrier between us."

She smiled and kissed me again. This time the kiss went a little longer and started to get a bit heated before she pulled back, her face a little flushed.

"Me, too. What we did last night was amazing. Also, the skill you chose is hot," she informed me. "Having no choices, no free will, no thoughts other than what you tell me, it's... everything I could've ever dreamt of."

I struggled to hold back a huge grin as I responded teasingly, "Everything you could've dreamt of, huh? I didn't realize you had such a submissive side."

She playfully punched my shoulder. "Yes, you dummy, everything I could've dreamt of. I might be assertive and outgoing, but there's something about submitting to someone that I can truly trust that has always been my ultimate dream in a relationship."

Even though I had discovered her submissive side last night, there was something about the straightforward and direct way she told me now, along with her profession of trust, that got to me, so I kissed her in response. I didn't let it go on very long this time, though. After all, I couldn't exactly let her get away with calling me a dummy now that I was supposedly in charge. "I think you mean, 'Yes, Mistress,'" I reminded her faux sternly. "Not, 'Yes, you dummy.'" I playfully swatted her butt to emphasize my point.

She moaned softly. "Yes, Mistress," she compliantly responded.

"Good girl," I praised her. She gasped slightly and held me closer. "And for the record, I am so grateful for your trust in me, and I promise to never betray that trust. And having such a wonderful submissive partner is amazing to me."

She kissed me passionately. Heat built up between us as her tongue invaded my mouth and her hands wandered to my breasts. I moaned into her mouth as she squeezed a nipple, and she moaned into my mouth as I returned the favor, lovingly caressing and teasing her breasts and nipples. All too soon though, she pulled back, pulling my hands from her breasts as she did so. I moaned with need and threw an affronted look at her which was met with a mischievous smirk.

"Oh, did you want to keep going?" she taunted.

"You know I do," I accused.

Her smile only grew. "What are you going to do about it then?" she challenged.

"Brat," I stuck my tongue out at her.

"Oh boohoo, Mistress." Unlike before, the respectful title was used mockingly, which lit a fire in me. Knowing her, that was probably the goal. "If you don't want me to stop, make me keep going."

Well, I wasn't opposed. "Make you, huh?"

"Make me," she challenged again.

"You asked for it," I responded haughtily, mentally turning my [Hypnotic Breasts] back on. Since I was already topless, I didn't expect Stacy to hold out long, but she surprised me by avoiding the hypnotic trap, refusing to look away from my eyes. Idly, I noticed the irony that she was doing exactly what I frequently wished others, especially men, would do, but my libido didn't leave much room to pursue that thought further.

"I said, make me. I'm not feeling particularly forced yet," she taunted.

"Such a brat," I complained affectionately, rolling my eyes as I put a hand on her head and pushed it down. Thankfully, she didn't take her playful resistance any further and quickly went into trance. I reveled in the feeling of her body going limp against me and her face going blank.

"Now what to do with you," I wondered aloud. I didn't ponder the matter for too long, though, as my libido demanded to continue what had been started. "Pleasure my breasts," I commanded her.

She instantly moved to comply. Her hands quickly found the spot she had left off, teasing their way to my nipples as her mouth kissed down my neck. I let myself caress her body as she did that, although I was quickly distracted.

I let out a gasp of pleasure as her lips found a nipple and she playfully nipped at it. Before long, I decided that this wasn't enough. I decided to take things further than they had gone last night. Although, there was one key difference from last night that occurred to me. "Why haven't you used [Sensual Touch] on me, Stacy?"

"I cannot use it until you give me permission, Mistress," she replied blankly before immediately resuming her attention to my breasts.

As soon as she said that, I remembered the command I had given last night, and the reason I had given it. I felt a little dumb for forgetting, and that feeling pierced through the arousal enough for me to recognize that I had just inadvertently tested some of what my [Hypnotic Breasts] could do. Apparently, I could prevent someone from using their skills. "Would you be using [Sensual Touch] if you could right now?"

"Yes, Mistress. It would give you more pleasure."

Experiment confirmed then. However, my arousal wouldn't let me ponder that too much further. Instead, my nether regions were demanding attention that they hadn't gotten yet, not even last night. I kept enough of my head to at least learn from last night's feedback loop though.

"Stacy, pleasure my pussy. Feel an orgasm every time you give me one. You can use [Sensual Touch], but only until you've given me five orgasms."

She immediately shifted her attention. She pulled down my shorts and panties, and my mind was quickly overwhelmed with bliss. Unlike last night, I didn't completely lose all sense of time, though, which allowed me to idly realize she was taking longer to give me five orgasms than I'd expected. I quickly realized that her bratty nature was coming out again as she repeatedly brought me right up to the edge before pulling back, torturing me with pleasure. Every time I almost mustered up the will to order her to stop teasing, she'd start again, and I'd be overwhelmed with pleasure and unable to do anything.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally let me have my first orgasm. I let out a moan, and I noticed that she had paused as she experienced her own orgasm from my commands. She quickly resumed her efforts though, before I could recover.

After a while, I had a second orgasm, and to my surprise, the pleasure stopped. I slowly came back to my senses and looked at Stacy, who had snuggled up to me with her eyes closed. What was going on?

"Why did you stop?"

Stacy smiled smugly but kept her eyes closed. "Loophole in your orders. You only ordered me to pleasure you and didn't say how long. And then, when I wasn't looking at your breasts anymore, I came out of trance and recognized the loophole. I can be nice, so I let you have two orgasms, but there was no way I wasn't going to make you pay for your poorly worded orders."

With those concerning words, she kissed me. It was a bit clumsy at first as she searched for my lips without opening her eyes, but once our lips met she turned her [Sensual Touch] on again and pleasure washed over me. Her mouth had a slightly salty taste that I suspected came from me, but it was hard to think much beyond that for a bit. I felt her hands start to wander my body again, and I moaned in pleasure. Her [Sensual Touch] was truly something.

Eventually, her hands found my breasts, and her caresses slowed. She broke off her kiss, and while her eyes were still closed, her face had gone blank. I moaned in frustration as I regained the capacity for critical thinking.

My mind raced to figure out what had happened. I put together what I remembered. She had obeyed at first and given me two orgasms as expected before stopping. She apparently found a loophole in my orders. She avoided going back into trance by keeping her eyes closed. Then she kissed me before stopping. Now she seemed to be in trance again, completely still, and her hands were against my breasts. I still felt her [Sensual Touch], but it was much weaker when her hands were simply sitting on my breasts rather than caressing or teasing, which let me think.

Why was she back in trance? I racked my brain before finally pulling up the System description of [Hypnotic Breasts] again.

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Hypnotic Breasts: Your breasts are a cornerstone of your attractiveness, and a vector for you to influence those around you. Anyone who looks at your cleavage is subjected to a minor entrancing effect. Anyone who looks at or touches your exposed breasts unprepared falls into a hypnotic trance, open to your influence. The effect scales based on level of exposure to your breasts and your Charisma.

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There it was. It specifically called out that touching my breasts could put someone into trance. I chuckled, glad that the tables had turned back on Stacy, even if it hadn't been intentional.

"Stacy, stop using [Sensual Touch]. Do not use it on me without my express permission, and only use it within the spirit of my direct instructions. If there is ambiguity in whether you can use it on me, don't." As much as I enjoyed the attention and didn't really mind how she had turned the tables on me, we were kind of playing with fire in the form of the feedback loop our two Skills could produce, although the fact that I had retained a bit of a sense of time passing this time implied that perhaps some resistance could be cultivated.

"Yes, Mistress," Stacy blankly responded, and I noticed the [Sensual Touch] on my breasts stopped. Surprisingly, there was a slight smile on her face at the restrictive command, but before I could explore that, I got a System notification.

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Skill Leveled Up!

[Hypnotic Breasts] is now Level 4

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Apparently, somewhere in using the skill on Stacy this morning, gaining a better understanding of the skill, and using it to close a loophole in previous commands had leveled it up. The levels might feel like they were coming fast considering that I was already Level 4 in the skill after less than 12 hours, but I could already see how much more it took to get to Level 4 than it had taken to get to Level 2 or 3. I knew that leveling curve would only get worse, but that was a worry for later.

I shoved those thoughts aside and focused on the beauty in front of me. She still had a slight smile on her face from my last commands.

"Why does that extra restriction make you happy?"

"I wanted you to close the loophole." What a bratty way to get me to close the loophole, I internally complained. I wasn't really upset though. Stacy continued, "I like being controlled by you and that includes no loopholes, but you also need to practice giving commands without loopholes if you're going to use your Skill effectively on others who might exploit loopholes in less fun ways. You learned, and you closed the loophole, permanently. At least until I find another one."

It was clear that she seemed to want me to avoid leaving her loopholes anyway, and in typical Stacy fashion, she had made that point by brazenly exploiting the loophole I had left. I was slightly annoyed by that method of communication, but at the same time I was slightly reassured by it. It proved that Stacy was still Stacy, even when she was being submissive. Some things would never change.

I hated that bratty certainty that she would find another loophole though. I vowed right then to never leave another loophole for her to exploit, although I also realized that was probably hopeless.

Thinking through her response, I also realized that baked into her reasoning was an assumption that I would use my [Hypnotic Breasts] to control others. While that had been part of my fantasy when I picked the Skill, I hadn't really given it much thought since then. Stacy was rather distracting, after all, especially with the new status of our relationship.

I certainly wanted to take control of more people than Stacy, and to have a relationship with many people at once. Truthfully, I had never seriously considered a monogamous relationship growing up since I had grown up with five parents in a polyamorous relationship so it was what I knew, but it wasn't a topic I had ever discussed with Stacy. I wasn't sure what preconceptions she might have picked up from her family since her family situation was a bit unusual. Thankfully, her words seemed to imply that she fully expected me to use my [Hypnotic Breasts] on others, and since the Skill was somewhat sexual in nature, that probably meant that she expected me to be in a relationship with others.

I almost asked some follow-up questions about relationship expectations before realizing that it was probably better discussed outside of trance.

I took a moment to consider if there was anything further, I should do while she was under my power, but the relationship questions were now at the top of my mind, and I had decided not to dive into that with her in trance. Yet at the same time, I was enjoying having her in my power like this, blank and obedient, and didn't really want it to end.

I reveled in the sexy situation for a moment longer until I decided to leave a couple of final commands before waking her. "Stacy, from now on, whenever we're in private, call me Mistress instead of Hailey."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl." I smiled at the pleasure that clearly washed over her. She seemed to really enjoy being called that. Maybe I should enhance that reaction later, I mused, but for now, I wanted to keep going.

I looked down at her eyes that were still closed, which reminded me of another loophole I should close. "Now, open your eyes, Stacy," I ordered her. A moment later, I was looking into her beautiful, blank, blue eyes. "From now on, do not try to avoid looking at my breasts in order to avoid trance."

Stacy smiled slightly again. I had half-expected a pout given how bratty she had been, but I wasn't going to complain. This girl was a handful. "Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl." With that, I mentally disabled my [Hypnotic Breasts] and watched as her mind gradually returned to her.

Once she returned to her senses, she smiled smugly. Somehow, even though I was supposedly on top in this relationship and had just placed multiple restrictions on her mind, she seemed to think she had won that exchange. Perhaps she was right, I reflected ruefully. After all, she certainly seemed to be getting everything she wanted, although so far it seemed to be going well for me as well, so I really couldn't complain.

"I got you there, Mistress," my beautiful friend gloated.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to actively try to subvert me!" I protested.

Stacy's playful air suddenly disappeared, and she responded in a surprisingly serious tone. "Mistress, if you want to use your skill in any serious context instead of just play, you can't get into the habit of leaving any kind of loophole. And I certainly hope you're not planning to only use your skill in play, because if you are then you'll never be able to level it very far and your first skill selection might as well have been a waste."

Stacy's words felt like a slap on the face, and the sexual tension in the room evaporated. I avoided eye contact as I responded. "I, uh, kind of didn't think my choice through beyond just feeling horny. But to be honest, I'm kind of already thinking it was a waste, given what we've been taught in school, but it's only three years until I get my next skill, so it's not that bad, right?"

I hesitantly looked back to her eyes again at the end of my statement and found that she was the one avoiding eye contact now. "Whether the decision was made from horniness or not, that's the skill you have now, and you shouldn't let it go to waste, regardless of what we were taught in school. I think your skill has lots of potential, and we should evaluate it ourselves rather than just blindly believing what we were taught."

"Why shouldn't we believe what we were taught? I mean, they were clear in school that this kind of skill is a dead end. It can't keep up with people's passive mental defenses in higher tiers."

"Even if what we were taught in school was entirely accurate, that limitation doesn't apply until higher tiers, and we're both still Tier 0. Skills can potentially evolve at each tier milestone, so at the very least it's worth trying to invest in it while at lower tiers where it can keep up, so that you can potentially evolve it to something more useful at higher tiers."

I considered her words. She had a decent point, at the very least the skill was worth seriously trying to level until Tier 1, perhaps Tier 2, and then it could potentially be evolved into a more typical Charisma skill that could keep up with higher-tier passive mental defenses. However, I could tell from the way she was cutely biting her upper lip and avoiding eye contact that she was hiding something.

"You have a point there," I conceded. "But I can tell you're hiding something. Do you have some reason to think that what we were taught in school was wrong?"

"I, uh, um," she stammered, seeming conflicted. "I can't tell you. I'm really sorry, Mistress, but I can't tell you."

That stung. There hadn't been any secrets between us since second grade when she tried to hide the reason that I was being ostracized by all our peers, and I had finally confronted her. After that, we had promised each other to never keep secrets, even if it was something unpleasant that the other might not want to hear, and we had taken that promise very seriously over the years. For her to break that promise now was confusing and a little hurtful.

"Why not?" I worked hard to keep my voice calm, but her expression revealed that I had failed. That wasn't surprising. Just as I knew all of her tells, she knew all of mine.

"I wish I could tell you, but it's not my secret to tell. I promise that I'm not breaking our promise, if I could tell you I would, I promise," she spoke rapidly, clearly worried.

"How could you know someone else's secret that would be applicable to my skill?" I asked.

"I can't tell you that, Mistress, and I know you could make me tell you, but please don't do that. If you do that, it would introduce complications and could be very problematic for you."

"The thought of making you tell me didn't even cross my mind. I wouldn't do that to you, this is clearly important to you. Can you at least tell me, does this secret give you reason to believe that what we learned in school about mind control abilities was wrong, and do you believe that this secret could in any way harm me if I don't know?"