S.h.e (seduce Hypnotise Enslave)

11. The Student And The Mentor

(Lucy)

"What's on your mind?"

I could tell that Stephanie wasn't entirely here tonight. Lost in her thoughts, maybe. She'd invited me over tonight to plan, as we often did these days, for World Domination. Okay, not really, but some days it felt like it. We'd recently secured the

co-operation

, wink wink, of the second of five people Stephanie needed to sway on the university's Psychology Board of Ethics. And when it rains, it pours.

"Gloria has found an excuse to entertain Professor Cunningham at her house next Saturday," Stephanie announced as we snuggled up together on her couch.

That was huge. One out of five board members under our sway was a foothold. Three out of five was a majority. Soon, Stephanie would have to actually start working on her experimental design.

"Cool!" I sat up eagerly. "You want me to be there?"

"Actually," she said, "I was thinking that I should do it myself."

"Oh, okay, sure!" I said, lying back down on her shoulder. I hadn't really expected that, because she'd been fine sending me out on my own so far, but whatever.

"Good, good," she replied.

There was something odd there, a slight catch in her voice. A sense of saying words just to fill the space, to seem like she wasn't feeling awkward or troubled.

So I asked her, "What's on your mind?"

"Oh, nothing really," she said, a little too casually, "it's silly."

"But it

is

bothering you," I pressed. We were both in completely the wrong profession for trying to dodge the question.

Stephanie sighed, and nodded slightly.

She was silent for a moment, then said, "Lucy, do you ever think about--if such a thing can be measured--which of us is the better hypnotist?"

I blinked. "Well, it's you, obviously," I argued. "I'm pretty much your student in the art of hypnotising people."

"I'm not so sure about that," she mused. "I hypnotise people more often on average, but you have more experience with... how do I say it... spycraft. Infiltration. Hypnosis by covert means. And if this study does have society-wide consequences, yours might be a much more valuable skill set. So I need more practice."

"Okaaay," I said slowly, "but what about Victor, and the guards at Births, Deaths and Marriages? You've had plenty of practice!"

Stephanie was silent again.

"I know that this might make me sound paranoid," she mumbled eventually, "so please know that I trust you implicitly."

"Of course!" I kissed her cheek reassuringly.

"I wonder," she sighed, "if I am creating the conditions for someone else to hypnotise me. By acting as an authority on the subject, hosting a podcast about it, publishing research... it invites a challenge."

"I see," I said, "you think someone might start wondering whether they can knock you off your pedestal, and become the One True Queen of Hypnosis."

"Precisely."

"Oh, well that's easy then," I waved an arm casually, "the whole hypno-kiss thing works based on attraction, right? So just be careful not to fall for any pretty women."

Stephanie turned to stare at me, looking almost... offended?

I stared back at her.

She stared at me.

I stared back at her.

OH.

"Me??" I said incredulously. "Wait, wait, hold on, you're worried

I

might do all that?"

"I'm not worried about it, as such," Stephanie replied, a little defensively. "It's more that I know you could if you wanted to, and I'm not even certain I would try to fight it."

"And you want to practice...

kissing spycraft

, to make sure I'm not, like, definitively better at it than you are?"

"... Yes," said Stephanie, her cheeks uncharacteristically pink. "Look, having a harem is something like a side-effect of my actual goal. I'd prefer to be a scientist studying a phenomenon, than a Queen to be usurped."

"Oh, of course!" I replied in a mock soothing voice. "But if you're gonna test out hypnosis yourself, you've gotta have at least one sex slave, right? And, oops, there goes another, and another, and this one fell into your lap by chance, just begging to serve... it's not

your

fault if other people build you a pedestal just cause you hypnotized them a little bit, right?"

"Okay," Stephanie relented, "you're right, it's a very enjoyable side-effect."

I could tell that the admission was a weight off Stephanie's mind, but as we got ready for bed, I could tell it was still bothering her.

I reached around to undo her bra as a pretext to lean in and kiss her. Or I kissed her as a pretext to undo her bra. Did it matter which?

"Are you worried that I might put you under tonight?" I murmured, part teasingly, part reassuringly. "Is a part of you thinking, 'she's really good at hypnotising unsuspecting people, and I've just invited her into my bed...'"

"I'm still not worried about it," Stephanie insisted firmly as she stepped out of her panties, "I trust you completely."

"Maybe you're not scared of ending up as a sex slave," I objected," but you

are

scared that ending up as a sex slave will get in the way of your research."

"Well," Stephanie paused to think about it, "I trust that your ideas are good, and I don't want to keep you from trying them."

"And I'd never wanna keep you from following your life goals," I parroted back.

"I appreciate that," Stephanie clasped one of my hands in hers, "but the further along I get with this project, the more I feel the need to stay fully in control of myself. Hence... conflicting feelings."

Stephanie's hand was very warm in mine, and I had the urge to bring it to my lips and kiss it. Then, following that train of thought, I had an idea. It was extremely, well,

feudal

, but...

"What if I swear fealty to you?" I said, brightly.

Stephanie stared at me, eyes wide.

"

Fealty?

"

"Yeah!" I grinned. "Pledge my allegiance, promise never to betray you, stuff like that."

The look on Stephanie's face was uncomprehending. Her lips moved as if she was sounding out various responses in her head, and coming up short on all of them.

Eventually she said, "If that's something you'd like... I certainly wouldn't say no."

I lowered myself to my knees in front of her, taking her hand with me. I kissed it softly, reverently, looking into her eyes as I did so.

It had been a while since I'd watched any period dramas, so I improvised.

"I, Lucy Halliday, do solemnly swear my unyielding loyalty to Lady Stephanie Thorpe, née Meacham. I pledge myself, and all resources I have to my name, in service to her cause. I am faithfully hers until my dying breath. I devote myself to her, and to any duty she would have me perform."

If Stephanie was surprised at my suggestion, then she was speechless from my actually doing it. She stood there for a long moment, eyes locked on mine, deep breaths flaring her nostrils, apparently with no clue what she should do next.

Then her expression hardened.

"To...

any

duty?" she said quietly, a dangerous note in her voice.

"Any, My Lady," I repeated without hesitation.

Her eyes narrowed.

"Bow," she ordered.

I was already on my knees. The only way for me to bow was to bend over at the waist until my nose touched the floor.

Her foot nudged the side of my face, compelling me to raise my head. I found myself at eye level with her toes.

"Kiss."

I obeyed, closing my eyes and pressing soft, slow kisses to Stephanie's big toe. She ran the rest of her foot over my face, making sure my lips could cover every square inch of it.

"Yesss, that's very good," she husked.

I wasn't sure how long I stayed down there, mindlessly kissing and grovelling. Two minutes? Ten? It didn't matter. I started adding little flicks of my tongue, and Stephanie hummed contentedly. I'd never done anything like this before, but I loved touching her anywhere, in any way. Her feet were no exception.

"Now further up..." she coaxed.

I kissed my way up her ankle to her calf, lavishing it with my tongue.

"That's it, good girl," she murmured. "Keep going."

Around her knee, and I was nuzzling her thigh. Closer and closer to her pussy. I could just about smell her now, and I leaned forward, stretching out my tongue-

Her thumb came out of who-knows-where and landed on my chin, stopping me in my tracks. I inhaled sharply, my eyes snapping open and meeting hers in a silent plea.

"Ah-ah!" she scolded me. "The other leg first."

My whine of protest was pitiful and needy, but lowered myself back to the floor, kissing from her other foot back up to her thighs. It felt like an eternity, but My Lady had commanded, and I was determined to be thorough.

It took every last bit of willpower I possessed to stop licking just before her pussy a second time, but I held her gaze, waiting for permission.

"Convince me you want it," she intoned softly.

"Please, My Lady," I rasped, "Please let me worship you."

She reached under me, grasping my chin.

"You may," she purred.

I allowed her to guide my head, teasing me fucking unbearably with the smell and taste of her pussy, comforting, warm, familiar, and just barely in my reach as she allowed me to lap at her. Gradually, as I strained against her grip, she relaxed it just enough that I could do the job properly, pressing gentle smooches to her mound and trailing my tongue all over her. Spoiling her decadently.

"You're so good to me, Lucy," she sighed, leaning back onto the bed and spreading her legs wider.

I grinned. Pleasing her was making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, maybe even a little... teary?

Then she let go entirely, and I lost my train of thought in an instant, abandoning myself to the indulgence of tasting Stephanie fully, sealing my lips against her as I drank her in frantically.

"Oh!" Stephanie's gasp of delight gave way to peals of laughter. "Oooh, yes! You wanted this badly, didn't you!"

"I live to serve My Lady," I said, or would have if I could talk--it came out more like a muffled groan against her clit. She got the idea though, and wrapped her legs around my head, urging me to keep going. I obeyed, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling myself closer, delving my tongue into her slit as deep as I could go. Her thighs clamped around my ears, and I was lost, unable to see, hear, or do anything except worship Stephanie's pussy. Just how I liked it.

I moaned, and she shivered with pleasure as the vibrations travelled through her body. I worked her up gradually, changing my motions here and there, swirling my tongue around her just a little bit faster. When I could hear her sighs of pleasure through her legs I sealed my lips around her clit, taking it into my mouth like a long, slow French kiss. This sent her careening over the edge, arching blissfully as she held my head gently but firmly against her, coating my face with her wetness.

She flopped bonelessly onto the sheets as I kissed my way up the rest of her body to join her. Her dazed, slightly goofy smile made my heart flutter a little. It was a pleasure to see her like this, however rare these moments would become as her life got busier and more focused on her work.

"So," I murmured as I kissed my way up her neck, "do I have to keep calling you My Lady from now on?"

Stephanie laughed gently, "I thought that was just for the roleplay."

"What about 'Mistress', then?" I asked pointedly.

She hummed a little, thinking about it.

"Nnno," she decided eventually, "if I'm Mistress Stephanie to you, that makes you Slave Lucy, and something about that doesn't feel right. I'll accept your loyalty as it is."

"Fair enough."

Her lips skimmed my ear, and the sly kiss followed by her soft whisper made me shiver in a very, very good way.

"You like being my knight in shining armour?"

"Yesss," I breathed.

"Then I have a task for you."

"Name it."

"Stop me if I look like I'm going too far," Stephanie murmured. "I don't want people to be right to hate me."

"I don't think you will, but consider it done," I smiled.

"Thank you."

"..."

"..."

"There's grey areas though, right?"

"There are definitely grey areas."

"Like, say, hypnotising an academic so that he approves a blatantly unethical study?"

"How about we say, if I start looking or sounding like a cartoon villain without a trace of irony, then it's too far?"

"Deal. And hey," I added, "you're gonna be a fantastic hypno-spy. I'm sure of it."

"I appreciate that," she said.

"..."

"..."

"Stephanie?"

"Mmmhmmm?"

"Can you hypnotise me to sleep?" I pleaded. "I like it when you whisper in my ear."

Her lips brushed my neck. "Anything in particular?"

I found one of her hands protectively encircling my waist, and squeezed it affectionately. "I trust you. Whatever you like."

Stephanie rolled me onto my back, so that she was now cradling me in her arms. One of her hands found the back of my neck. She leaned down and gave me a long, affectionate smooch.

"Goodnight, my Lovely Lucy" she whispered.

I sighed as everything suddenly went fuzzy and sleepy. I was falling, falling into a dreamy vortex, like a whirlpool drowning me in softness. I relaxed and surrendered to it. I could almost hear Stephanie's soothing whispers slipping past my defences, easing their way into my brain, becoming my thoughts. I felt a nipple brush over my lips, and I opened my mouth instinctively, feeling so

safe and submissive

as I sucked drowsily on her warm, comforting breast. I drifted off as she rocked me back and forth in her arms, sinking into

the deepest, most restful sleep of my life.

**********

(Gloria)

Bugger me.

To think that I'd spent the best part of a year planning this meeting between Stephanie Thorpe and Tobias Cunningham.

Then, when I was finally in a position where I could bring Stephanie in on the plan, she said words to the effect of, "Oh, what a funny coincidence! Just last week I was able to get Professor Stone under my thumb as well, after circumstances led him to fall into my lap seemingly out of nowhere!"

Well, sometimes you make your own luck.

I had, at least, the satisfaction of knowing that Stephanie wouldn't have managed this without me, even with her considerable network of influence. Tobias Cunningham was a reclusive sort, but discreet conversations with his students had confirmed that he had a wandering eye. While not overtly lecherous, he would extend extra courtesies to particularly attractive ladies--not enough to be guilty of anything academically dishonest or improper, but enough that they had an easier time of his classes. As it turned out, this quality was known to his wife Margaret.

"It's nothing," she waved her hand dismissively, when I asked her about it one day over coffee, "they're young and pretty, so what do I care if he steals a few glances?"

Of course, that told me all I needed to know. Margaret felt unattractive to her own husband, and likely had done for a while, accepting it as the price of growing old. This was an unconscionable state of affairs. Fortunately, an ex-student of mine whom I'd been mentoring these past few years had a podcast that dealt with issues like this in a very direct way.

"Let me see if I understand," she said slowly, "your Stephanie's answer for fixing my husband is for me to

hypnotise

him? Like Svengali?"

I couldn't stop a wry smile from spreading over my face. "Not quite like Svengali, no."

Before I knew it, we were meeting for coffee again. Urgently.

"It's absurd!" she blustered. "Do young people really believe this tosh?! An excuse to broadcast a live on-air orgy as much as anything else!"

Stephanie was very careful to make the contents of the podcast inclusive of all potential hypnotists, but her framing devices did leave something to be desired.

"But it's real," I pressed, "I've done it myself."

"You must be pulling my leg," she shook her head. Then her eyes narrowed, "Who have you done that to?"

"Never you mind!" I said quickly, but she was persistent, and I should have known better than to think that, having arranged to meet about it, she would let the subject drop.

Eventually, she wore me down, and I demonstrated how hypnosis worked on a live subject, using Luke wearing a mask as my guinea pig. This was enough to convince her, and I proposed a deal. Stephanie and I would coach Margaret in how to hypnotise her husband to have eyes only for her, and in return she would allow Stephanie control over him for academic purposes.

Margaret had therefore persuaded Tobias to let me host them for dinner, and Stephanie would be joining us on the pretext that I was mentoring her and she would love to pick Professor Cunningham's brains about academic psychology. Which was technically the truth, for a very loose definition of 'picking his brains.'

Now, it was finally time. The doorbell rang. Oh lord, was I nervous. I steeled myself as I opened the door.

"Good evening, Stephanie."

"Gloria!" Stephanie beamed, gracefully air-kissing me. "I hope I'm not too early."

My gaze lingered on her outfit, puzzled at her choice; a long, flowing red dress that made few attempts at modesty. But we were here specifically to give Margaret a confidence boost, to convince her that attractive 20-something women weren't going to steal her husband away. Stephanie would never have misunderstood the role she had to play, not for something as important as this, which meant she was following a different plan to the one we had discussed. But what?

"Please, come in," I ushered her inside. "You're as punctual as ever."

She peered around me. "Am I the first to arrive?"

"Yes," I replied, leading her into the house. "Margaret will get here about 20 minutes before Tobias. I hope that gives you enough time to coach her."

"That will do."

"Can I ask," I interrupted before the conversation could take us anywhere else, "are you going to seduce Tobias directly tonight?"

Stephanie bit her lip, "That would make things easier, when you think about it..."

"You're not serious. In front of his wife??"

"This is a slightly more complex plan than I'm used to," she said defensively. "Some women are perfectly fine with me kissing their cheating boyfriends or husbands as long as they get vindication and he gets a karmic comeuppance. Admittedly, it doesn't seem like Margaret would be into that."

"But...?" I prompted.

She sighed, "But, if push comes to shove, I'll have to prioritise my needs first and sort things out with Margaret later. I'm sorry."

I pinched the bridge of my nose, and thanked God Stephanie could handle herself from here. Another glass of wine was calling to me, and I would not bet on my skills as a hypnotist when I was sloshed.

"It's your research on the line," I murmured, sinking into an armchair.

It occurred to me when Margaret arrived that I could take her aside discreetly and tell her what was happening, but against my better judgement I decided to see it through. Stephanie gave away no trace of ill intent, and though Margaret was initially suspicious--after all, this was exactly the kind of woman her husband was weak for--she happily bought into the narrative of special marriage counselling Stephanie spun for her.

"And you really think it will work on him?" she asked, her voice betraying more than a hint of skepticism.

"Of course!" Stephanie soothed. You just need to have confidence in yourself, and your sensuality."

"Easy for you to say," she huffed. "You still have your youthful charms, I'm not nearly as beautiful as I once-"

"No no, none of that," Stephanie interrupted firmly. "You are

gorgeous

."

"You... you really think so?" She sounded almost as if she was afraid of believing it.

"I do!" Stephanie smiled warmly. "He is your husband; if

anyone

can render him senseless with no more than a wink, it's you."