It Takes Two 10

Ariel, she was perfect. Chestnut hair that fell to almost her waist, and these green eyes that just sparkled when she smiled. She was so beautiful and had no idea that I even existed. I was so painfully average in every way. 5'11", dirty blonde with blue eyes. Entirely forgettable, save for the fact that I was currently one of the few people actually doing well in our psych classes.

This class focused on hypnotherapy, which frankly I found to be complete bullshit, until I realized I sort of had a knack for it. Turns out being unassuming also means I'm relatively non-threatening. My prof had even brought me on as an assistant on a study she was doing on the effects of hypnotherapy on veterans. I loved this class, mostly because I was good at it, but also because it meant seeing Ariel.

Just as I tuned back into the lecture, our professor dismissed us. I was just leaving when I got the biggest shock of my life.

"Hey Markus." Ariel called me while she frantically tried to pack her things.

"Uh... hey Ariel." I said more awkwardly than intended. I was just hoping it came across as aloof.

"I was hoping you could help me study for the midterm. Professor White said you would be a good tutor." She admitted.

"Yeah, of course. Do you want to go to the library now?" I asked her.

"Please. I need all the tutoring I can get. We only have a week." She groaned.

I laughed and we started walking to the library.

"So what are you struggling with most?" I asked as if I didn't know.

Ariel was incredibly smart and had a memory like a steel trap. Her only downfall was she got painfully nervous whenever she had to put anyone under and had yet to do it successfully.

"I just can't seem to put anyone under." She sighed, defeated.

"Not a problem, we'll have you doing it without even needing to think." I joked.

She giggled. What she didn't know was I wasn't entirely joking. I desperately wanted to see if the techniques I had learned could make her a better hypnotist through hypnosis.

We arrived at the library and found an open study room, taking it for ourselves.

"So would you like to try it on me?" I asked Ariel.

"You've seen me in class, I'm hopeless. Why don't you try on me first and maybe I'll pick something up." She sighed.

Exactly the answer I was hoping for. I had her lean back in one of the armchairs, and used one of the quick induction techniques we'd learned which involved her repeating a quick series of movements, before I tugged her arm hard. She fell instantly. I did a quick deepener, and we were set to go.

"Alright Ariel, if you can hear and understand me, please raise your left arm." I said softly. She complied.

"When I say the word awake, you will wake and find that trancing someone is actually incredibly easy, and that you were gifted at it all along. You just needed the right motivation. If you understood and accepted this, please nod three times." Her head bobbed up and down three times, making her silky hair shimmer.

"Awake." I said.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked at me in confusion and admiration.

"That's all it took to trance me?" She asked incredulously.

"Yup." I agreed.

"Well I can do that." She said confidently.

She stood up, and pushed me into the chair.

She was also starting with a quick induction technique that we had learned.

Suddenly I felt myself jolt awake. She had done it. She had actually put me under.

"You did it!" I exclaimed.

"Hell yeah I did it." She gloated.

I found myself even more attracted to her somehow. It must be because my theory had worked.

"I'm going to pass our midterm!" She said in a glorious sing-song tone.

I smiled wide. She suddenly grabbed my hoodie strings. I weirdly wasn't opposed to this. She led me through the library using my hoodie strings as a leash.

"We're going for drinks to celebrate!" She announced.

To be honest I hadn't really cared where we were going so long as I was going there with her.

At the bar, I bought us both a drink. Turns out she was a daiquiri girl, and I went for my usual rum and coke.

"I've been playing with a new induction method, can I try it on you?" I asked carefully.

"Of course!" She answered sweetly.

I had her tranced incredibly quickly.

"When I say, awake, you will not think the induction method I used worked. Your conscious mind will not remember the instructions I have given you, but your subconscious will implement them. You will be incredibly attracted to me, and desperately want to have me in your bed. You will want me to be your boyfriend, and eventually your husband. Nod three times if you understand."

I thought it would take her a while to accept these suggestions, as you can't force a subject to do anything they wouldn't do consciously, but she nodded almost immediately.

"Awake." I said quickly, returning to my drink.

"Dang, it doesn't look like it worked." She said sympathetically.

"Ah well, just requires some more fine tuning and practice I guess." I tried to look sullen.

"Why don't we have another round at my place?" She offered.

"Are you sure?" I asked with shock.

"Of course! A sweet guy like you is always welcome." She grinned, looking me slowly up and down.

I had never known what girls meant when they said someone looked at them like a piece of meat. I suddenly figured it out.

She practically dragged me back to her place. I was feeling something between scared and incredibly horny. I'm still a twenty year old guy after all. Before I knew it she had shoved me on the bed. She had a hand around my throat and leaned down so her lips brushed slightly against my ear.

"You didn't think that I might give you suggestions too, cutie?" She hissed.

Oh dear sweet Jesus, she had beaten me at my own game.

She grabbed my zipper and slowly pulled it down. She then unceremoniously pulled my jeans off completely. She then grabbed my boxers. My dick sprang to life like never before.

"You want this so bad don't you?" She growled.

She still had her hand lightly choking me, so all I could do was whimper pathetically and nod.

"Good boy." She whispered.

She traced light fingers up and down the length of my shaft. I shivered. She was moving torturously slow, letting each finger drag creating ripples of excruciating pleasure with no resolution. Her other hand left my throat, and found its way to gently caress my balls and the base. I let out a breathy moan, finally having enough oxygen to create sound.

"Now don't you go cumming just yet. After all, I still want to play with you for a while." The words sounded sweet, but felt like a threat.

She pulled her panties down, but left her skirt on. She climbed on top of me, running my cock along her slick folds.

"What do we say?" She asked softly.

"Please." I found myself begging breathlessly without thinking.

Hypnotic suggestion, or just plain desperation to feel her wrapped around me?

She laughed, and obliged, slowly sitting allowing me to enter her.

It was heaven. I was so wrapped up in the bliss of feeling my cock pressing against her soft warm walls that I didn't even notice her hand wrapping around my throat again. That was until I was suddenly back to whimpering like a kicked puppy.

"You sound just like a puppy when you whine like that. Is that what you are? A puppy?" She said, seemingly reading my thoughts.

I groaned. Words were beyond me now. I really was a puppy.

"Okay puppy, you can cum now if you want to. But you're going to have to clean it up after." She said sadistically.

I just nodded, trying to give her the most grateful look I could manage. She bounced a few times, but it didn't take much for me to explode within her.

"Alright boy, now it's time to clean up." She said, removing herself from me.

I was a sweaty, disheveled, exhausted mess. I just laid there for a minute. She propped herself up against the headboard, and clicked her tongue for me, like you would to call a dog. I found myself moving before I could think too hard about it.

She opened her legs and grabbed my hair. She pressed my face into her cum filled pussy. I had the intense urge to lick it up.

"Go ahead puppy, I know you want to." She encouraged me.

I dove in, carefully running my tongue along every fold and being sure to get every last drop of cum out of and off of her. She moaned and squealed, especially when I was working around her clit.

"Very very good boy," She gasped.

"Don't stop!" She ordered.

I just kept at it, hungrily lapping at her, my tongue not missing a single inch. She came, and like a good puppy, I cleaned that up too. I started on the outside, carefully working inwards, licking aggressively at her clit, before working my way right back out again. Finally after what felt like forever and yet not nearly long enough, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me from between her thighs.

"That's enough boy, you did very well." She praised, gently running a hand through my hair.

She lightly kissed me on the forehead before patting the spot next to her.

"Bedtime." She said sweetly.

I crawled to the spot she had assigned and wrapped myself around her. She was so small and warm, I could stay right here forever.

"Goodnight my good boy." She whispered, turning off the light.