"You remember your safeword, don't you?" Miranda asked, her fingers stroking up and down the shaft of the strap-on. She was lubing it up, Bethany knew, but something about the way her hand slowly, sensuously pumped the fake cock made Bethany's whole body feel hot and shivery at the same time. She tried to respond, but her heart kept trying to leap out of her throat every time she opened her mouth and she needed to force her stare away from the dildo and onto the wall behind Miranda before she could talk.
"R-red," she said, hoping that Miranda didn't take her all-over flush for lack of consent. She wanted to try this; she actually wanted it with an intensity that frightened her a little, like Miranda was showing her something inside herself that she wouldn't be able to unsee once she'd seen it. But at the same time, her body was kicking out so much adrenaline between the fear and the excitement that she couldn't stop feeling jittery all over. Her pulse raced, her breath came in shuddering gasps, her stomach churned like she'd just swallowed a whole garden full of butterflies...and to think, Miranda was planning to try to hypnotize her through all this. Bethany almost didn't believe it could happen.
Miranda certainly seemed confident enough, though. She gave the fake cock another dollop of lube, sliding her hand easily up and down the black plastic as she got it good and slippery. "That's right," she said, her voice a husky purr that made Bethany actively shudder. "And you're going to remember that no matter what happens. No matter how deep you go, that word 'red' is always going to be there for you in the back of your head whenever you need to reach out for it, okay, Bethany?"
Miranda fixed her with a smoldering stare. Between that and the long dark hair put up in a tight bun and the strap-on that comprised her entire wardrobe at the moment, she looked like she'd stepped right out of one of the image galleries that she'd shown Miranda back when all this started. Bethany felt practically pinned in place, imagining herself as all the blonde-haired, blue-eyed ingenues who stared demurely at the ground and shyly admitted their need to be taken by a lesbian hypno-dominatrix.
Bethany never really imagined herself in that role; she'd figured out that she was bi sometime in her sophomore year when she saw Kate McKinnon on Saturday Night Live and found herself squirming on the couch, but she had no idea there was a kinky bone in her body until she came home early from a road trip and found her roommate Miranda sprawled out on the couch masturbating to footage of a leather-clad woman growling with excitement as another naked woman nuzzled her crotch with a blank expression on her face.
Bethany thought that would be pretty much the end of their friendship, especially after she let out a shocked yelp and sprinted into her room before Miranda could even get her fingers out of her cunt. But instead of being upset or embarrassed, Miranda had calmly and evenly explained a side of herself that she'd kept from Bethany for years-not out of shame or guilt, she said, but simply because she didn't know if Bethany wanted to share that part of her life and she wanted to respect that.
She talked about how it made her feel to hypnotize and control another woman, and Bethany found herself asking all sorts of questions about it that she never thought she'd hear coming out of her own mouth. Miranda had answered every one of them, and had even given her some reading material and links to some websites and copies of a few audio files that Bethany listened to later that first night. That was when she realized that she had a kinky bone or two in her. Sometimes all the way up to the knuckle, in fact.
"Beth? You in there?" Miranda snapped her fingers rapidly, making Bethany wonder exactly how long she'd spent staring into her friend's eyes and woolgathering. She'd spent a long time working her way up to asking for this, and quite a bit of it had been spent fantasizing about what Miranda could do to her with those deep brown eyes if she decided to. She wondered if she hadn't programmed herself by accident.
"Um, yeah," she said, blinking heavily. "I, um..." Her throat tightened up again as she realized she was repeating an instruction, even if she was wide awake when she heard it. "I will remember 'red' no matter how deep I go." Her cunt practically throbbed in excitement, and her clothes felt like they were about three sizes too small. The only thing that kept her from pulling them off was the constant scene running in the back of her head for the last three days, the one where she waited until Miranda told her to strip and she obeyed.
"Good girl," Miranda said, her face breaking into a warm and tender smile for a moment. It reassured Bethany, reminded her that no matter what happened in the next hour or two, she was still dealing with a close friend who wanted to give her a joyous and safe experience. Whatever might change between them, this could only bring them closer together. Bethany felt a little of her fear dissipating, letting the excitement take center stage. "Are you ready? Remember, there's no wrong answer to that."
Bethany nodded excitedly. "Yes, I..." She paused, feeling like she couldn't quite catch her breath. A wave of heat washed through her, dizzying in its intensity. "I'm ready." At least, she hoped she was. She still didn't know how Miranda could possibly calm her racing thoughts and slow her pounding heart into the lazy peace and calm of trance; they'd talked about it, Miranda had assured her it would be no problem, but now it was really happening and Bethany didn't want to let Miranda down. Then again, she reminded herself, the worst-case scenario here involved her hot friend talking dirty to her while fucking her with a ten-inch strap-on. Maybe she didn't need to worry about it all that much.
