The Case Study
One last shirt, folded neatly into my drawer, and that was it. Everything was finally done. Chores were serious business in our household... mmmostly because I'd hypnotised all my roommates to do them properly.
But Clarissa,
someone might say,
why not just hypnotise them to do all of your chores as well?
And for the record, I wasn't like that! I did my fair share, just like everyone else!
"Clarissa," Rhys said, poking his head around my door, "I was wondering, does a maid outfit need to be ironed?"
"Nope!" I replied, giving him a short but very affectionate kiss on the lips. "Good boy for asking, though."
"Alright, I'll go get changed into it now," he said brightly, and with a happy grin plastered onto his face, he ambled away.
Okay, fine, Rhys actually did most of the work around here. We'd all hypnotised him to like it, and basically, he now liked it too much. I still did my own stuff though! Mostly. Sometimes I'd had a really crappy day at work, and been waaay too tired to even stand up by the time I got home, so I just...
The point being, this arrangement was working great for everyone, not just me. Tamara got to discover her bi side, Victoria got me to teach her hypnosis, gaining a buttload of self-confidence in the process, and Rhys got three sexy women to make out with him, and each other, on a regular basis. I got roommates who actually gave a fuck about my schedule and my standards. The fact that they were also my sex slaves was more of an added bonus.
...My methods of problem-solving could be a teensy bit uncompromising.
I sat on the sofa in the living room expectantly, and was gradually surrounded by my slaves. They fell upon me, Rhys kneeling at my feet and massaging my legs, Tamara and Victoria alternating between kissing my lips, face, and neck. I stroked my slaves' hair affectionately, relaxing into it. Say what you will, it was a great way to unwind for everyone. Especially me.
"Keep it lowkey today," I sighed reluctantly as Tamara ran her tongue up my neck, "we're expecting a guest. I don't think she'll mind seeing us like this, but, you know..."
It was half-hearted, but it got the message across. The teasing tongues stopped; Rhys continued massaging my legs but went no further than that. When I patted him on the head to indicate he'd done well, he joined us on the sofa, snuggling up to Victoria. Victoria reached her hand right under his skirt--he was still in his maid uniform--and found his dick, which she slowly stroked without committing to anything. Rhys hummed appreciatively.
"Make sure he doesn't cum yet," I whispered to her. On my other side, Tamara lowered her head into my lap, where she curled up like a cat. We remained like that for some time, occasionally trading kisses between each other as we let the stress of the day evaporate.
Eventually, a little after sunset, the doorbell rang. I reluctantly pried myself out of the cuddle-pile that had formed around me to answer it.
"Best behaviour now, slaves," I told them, trying not to sound too nervous. They nodded.
I opened the door to find Dr. Stephanie Thorpe, real and in the flesh. She smiled warmly.
"Hello!" she said. "You must be Clarissa."
"Dr. Stephanie!" I grinned, my stomach already fluttering to hell and back. "Please, come in."
Dr. Stephanie had regular contact with her audience, who sent her testimonials about their success in hypnotising people to do their bidding. A couple of weeks ago, though, she started reaching back out to certain people, who were apparently super interesting case studies she wanted to investigate more thoroughly. When I got the email asking after my roommates, I was ecstatic. As far as I was concerned, I got to meet Dr. Stephanie in person, and I got to show off my hypnotised slaves at the same time. Win/win!
"It's lovely to meet you," she said, stepping into my house and slipping off her shoes. Her voice was even silkier in real life than it was on the podcast, and we all figured she must have been beautiful, but... wow!
I realised I was staring a bit.
"Sorry, I'm literally vibrating with excitement right now," I admitted. "I'm such a huge fan, and you're here, in my house, and you're real. Um. It's great to meet you too-"
She laughed. "As long as you don't have me here under false pretenses, you're fine. Not every potential case study has been legitimate, so I've had an... interesting day."
"Ahhh," I winced sympathetically.
"If you don't mind me sharing?"
"Of course!" I could listen to her speak all day, and I often had.
"Well, one enterprising gentleman claimed to have an infallible technique for resisting hypnosis, which ended up being quite a transparent attempt to get me to kiss him. As many times as 'necessary', I'm sure."
I laughed. "So, does he still have his mind?"
"I wouldn't have touched him with a ten-foot pole," she said firmly. "At least I didn't turn up for the man who claimed to be able to hypnotise women."
"Oh, noooo!" I rolled my eyes, grinning. "Not by kissing them, surely?!"
"I never found out his supposed technique," she said dryly, "but I expect I would have been greeted by a seedy sex dungeon with poor furnishings and an even worse hygiene rating."
"Well," I clasped my hands together, "I promise you this is the real deal!"
Her gaze rose from me to Tamara, Rhys and Victoria, still sitting on the sofa with a distinctly me-shaped hole between them.
"They do look like such a pleasing tableau," she murmured, her voice dropping right into that husky cadence she always used when her podcast was about to get sexy. I shivered a little.
"Aren't you going to introduce us?" she prompted me.
"Oh, of course!" I shook myself out of my daze, then I sat back down on the sofa, and patted each of them on the head in turn. "This is Tamara, this is Victoria, and this is Rhys! Everyone, this is Dr. Stephanie. Say hiii!"
"Hi, Dr. Stephanie," they chorused, almost in unison.
"You have a trance trigger for them, I'm guessing?" Dr. Stephanie continued.
Oh yeah, of course she'd want to see that.
"Slaves," I commanded, as firmly as I felt, "it's Time To Sleep."
I heard a slow, collective sigh from around me as their heads lolled onto my shoulders, their eyes fluttering closed. I stroked their hair affectionately as I spoke.
"Thaaaat's it, good slaves, you just zonked out for a bit, drifting back awake now, eyes open but still nice and relaxed..."
Slowly, their eyes opened again, and Dr. Stephanie inspected them carefully.
"Have you ever really looked at the way they look at you?" she murmured. "They're devoted, alright. How did it start?"
I told her the whole tale. How Rhys hadn't been doing his chores, how I had hatched the plan with Tamara to get Rhys to do them better, how Rhys had dove headfirst into his new role as our personal servant (in exchange for regular kisses, naturally). Then Rhys's offhand joke about me and Tamara kissing each other, Tamara ending up hypnotised too, and Victoria reading the writing on the wall. The plan had been three of us and one Rhys doing the housework; instead, it was one of me and three adoring room-friend-slaves.
"I guess I'm just a really good kisser," I shrugged.
Dr. Stephanie looked uncharacteristically dumbfounded as she sat there digesting my story. "You mean," she said slowly, "you hypnotically enslaved two of your three roommates
