S.h.e (seduce Hypnotise Enslave)

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

by accident?

"

"Mostly by accident," I defended myself. "It's not like I was going to say no when they started acting all submissive around me. Basically offering to let me hypnotise them."

"No, of course not," she conceded. "Refusing such an offer would be... impolite." A smile crept over her lips.

"And hey," I snuggled in close to Victoria, "Victoria didn't feel like she had the courage to stand up to me if things went sour, but she does now, right? So it all works out, kinda!"

Victoria snuggled right back, "I don't want to though, M-Mistress, I love being submissive to you."

I fought not to blush as Dr. Stephanie laughed gently. "Yes, well, okay, bad example," I admitted, "but like, you can stand up for yourself in general."

"It does feel better," Victoria said, "like giving up some control to Cl-uh, Mistress Clarissa, is letting me be more in control in other areas."

Dr. Stephanie nodded, "That's the way it works for a lot of people. Complete submission usually needs a tradeoff, some kind of benefit outside of serving you."

I couldn't resist tilting her chin up to kiss her. "And you looove serving me, don't you?" I cooed.

Victoria could only nod through the tiny moan of pleasure that rumbled from her throat. She was so much fun to tease!

"And I dunno exactly how I feel," Tamara jumped in, "sometimes it just feels like Victoria and I are just best friends who happen to, like, get naked around each other and make out, sometimes it feels like maybe it could be more. I'm definitely bi-curious at least." She turned to look me right in the eyes. "But I don't think I could have felt this way, or started to feel this way, with any other people, just you."

"Aw, sweetie," I murmured, my voice cracking a little, "you're gonna make me cry in front of Dr. Stephanie!"

I pressed a kiss to the top of Tamara's head, breathing in the scent of her hair as she rested her face against my breasts. My attention drifted back to Dr. Stephanie, but I let Tamara stay there. She warmed my heart, figuratively and literally.

"Hey, what about me?" Rhys said playfully, "What do I get apart from being a sex slave?"

By way of response, I gestured to the general situation around him.

"Of course," Dr. Stephanie said dryly, "sometimes the sex alone is motivation enough."

We laughed, and Rhys grinned ruefully.

Stephanie appraised his outfit, "You gave him a fetish for crossdressing?"

"Not really, just wearing a maid outfit," I said. "It was Victoria's idea, but Rhys really seems to like it. Rhys, how did you say it made you feel again?"

Rhys grinned, "Chores-y. It's like... if I put it on, I feel like doing chores. If I feel like doing chores, I put it on."

Dr. Stephanie nodded approvingly. "It gives him a very pleasing Scotsman's-kilt sort of allure, as well."

We both glanced at the obvious bulge in Rhys's lap.

"Mmmaybe a bit more suggestive than a kilt," I grinned.

"Heaven forbid," she sighed theatrically, "a maid costume from an adult sex shop could be sexualised." She reached forward tentatively, locking eyes with Rhys. "May I?"

I couldn't lie, Dr. Stephanie was a gorgeous woman in person, with long, flowing hair, warm brown eyes that twinkled mischievously and alluringly, cleavage that was very hard not to notice if, say, you were sitting down in front of her, and did I mention her voice? She carried herself in a way that could put other seductresses to shame, and here she was offering to touch Rhys's dick.

So I was immensely gratified when Rhys turned to me and said "If Mmmistress is cool with that, yeah."

I sighed with relief, letting go of a tension I hadn't realised I'd been holding. It was so, sooo important to me that I showed Dr. Stephanie how complete my control over my roommates was, and Rhys had really come through.

"Good boy," I purred. He definitely deserved a kiss for that, but with Victoria between us, and Tamara clinging onto me from the other side, I couldn't quite reach. There was nothing sexy about straining your lips trying to reach over someone else. Hmmm.

"Victoria?" I murmured, caressing my fingers gently under her chin so that she turned her face towards me.

"Yeah?"

I kissed her softly, parting her lips with my tongue. She responded in kind, and before I knew it we were making out, hands tangling in each other's hair. She moaned sweetly, and I thought I felt her eyes roll up into her head. Rhys and Tamara shifted around us to get a better look, so I allowed them to watch as our tongues danced together.

Eventually, I pulled back, leaving Victoria breathless.

"Muh," she said.

"Could you give Rhys one of those from me, please?" I grinned.

She nodded slowly, "Uhuh. Yeah. Right away, M-uh, Mistress."

She turned, and continued right on kissing, but now with Rhys as the lucky recipient.

"They're not used to calling you 'Mistress', are they?" Dr. Stephanie observed. "Not on ceremony, at least."

Damn, she

was

good at reading people. "Okay, yeah," I admitted, "I wanted to impress you, so I had them call me Mistress, for tonight only. You can drop it now, everyone, unless you feel like it," I added.

"You don't need to impress me," Dr. Stephanie smiled, "I'm already hooked on what I can learn from this. You're the only other woman I've encountered so far who has multiple full-time hypnotic slaves."

"As opposed to part-time?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Flings, one-off favours, some claim to have different slaves for different areas of their life. One at work, one at home, one at their favourite hangout, that sort of thing. But never together at the same time."

She gazed curiously at Tamara, who was still cuddling up to me. "Is it the attraction?" she mused. "Are all four of you attracted to all three of the others? What mitigates that jealousy? What ensures that obedience?"

"The sex does help," I admitted. "We're all super chill around each other now. Rhys," I interrupted him gently, "you were going to let Dr. Stephanie inspect you, remember?"

Rhys was still in the gentle grip of Victoria's insistent reward-kissing, so it took my words a second to filter through. Eventually he pried himself free and got to his feet, though Victoria cheekily squeezed his bum on the way up.

He stood in front of Dr. Stephanie, head bowed, hands behind his back, awaiting further instructions from me or her.

"Lucky me," Dr. Stephanie husked. She licked her palm to make it nice and wet, then reached under his skirt and found his dick, slowly running her hand over him. He gasped, and I remembered how Victoria had been stroking him earlier. Poor boy must've been so worked up by this point.

"What's going on in your mind, right now?" Stephanie asked, almost to herself, as he got harder and harder under her gentle caresses. "Have you learned to love submission? Did you always love it? Are you aware that your roommates are controlling you? Do you understand how deep that control runs?"

She turned to me. "Does he have any restrictions on his orgasms?"

"Oh! No, I don't do that," I clarified, "and he's already been teased plenty today. I wanted to impress you, remember."

"Consider me impressed," Stephanie purred. She turned back to Rhys, and stroked him faster.

"You're so hard for me, little maid," she murmured. "You like this, don't you? A complete stranger walked right into your apartment and started touching your penis, but your Mistress told you to be a perfect little maid, so that's what you are, isn't it?"

He groaned, unable to reply with words.

"I wonder, are you going to cum for me?" she pondered. "Are you so worked up that you're going to cum right now, all over your perfect little maid uniform? Wouldn't you find that humiliating? Or is that secretly what you crave every time you wear it?"

"If he cums all over his maid uniform," I pointed out slyly, "he'll have to

wash it

."

Her eyes lit up in understanding, and she pumped him urgently as lust overtook her scientific curiosity. "Yes! Because that's what they've done to you, isn't it? They made you love cleaning. Cumming all over your uniform, making it dirty, means you have to do your laundry

all over again

. And that's so much fun for you, isn't it? Laundry gets you deep, wet, mind-numbing kisses from your Mistresses, just like one I'm going to give you now."

With her other hand, she tilted his head up. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly open, moaning with pleasure. "Cum for me now," she whispered, "be a good maid and cum for me, as you feel my lips on yours, mmmm-"

She kissed him, and he groaned into her mouth, his body quaking as Dr. Stephanie milked his orgasm out of him. She was careful to make sure the skirt caught all of it, and didn't stop stroking until he sagged to his knees, drained and defeated, the skirt clinging stickily to his thighs.

"Well?" I said, imperiously. "Go and clean up after yourself, then come back."

"Yes, Mistress," he mumbled dazedly. "Uh, what should I wear in the meantime?"

I locked eyes with Dr. Stephanie.

"I think," I said, "a maid without a maid uniform is, by definition, naked. Don't you?"

Her eyes sparkled with mischievous delight, and she nodded in agreement.

"Uh, yeah, right away," Rhys said, staggering to his feet and heading off to once again do his chores.

"That was

amazing

," I breathed. "I've always wanted to see you do something like that live."

Dr. Stephanie gave a short bow. "Thank you, thank you. That was immensely fun... and a little bit educational. You've done some interesting things to his mind. Given him a brand new fetish by the looks of things."

We heard the washing machine start up, and briefly glimpsed the silhouette of a naked Rhys darting into the shower.

"I'm sorry," I said suddenly, "you've spent all this time in my house and I haven't offered you a drink yet. Can I get you anything?"

"Oh! Thank you," she smiled. "Just water will be fine."

"Tamara," I said, turning to Tamara and kissing her softly, "be a dear and fetch our guest a glass of water?"

Tamara jumped to obey, leaving one of my arms without a pillow. The

audacity

. I snuggled up closer to Victoria.

"Anything else you'd like to know about?" I asked.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to get to know you all a little better," she admitted.

"Of course, you're welcome to stay longer!" The words came out like a reflex. I mean,

she

wanted to get to know

me!

The very thought made me giddy, and I fought to keep my equilibrium by thinking about dinner. If we were going to entertain...

"Time To Sleep," I whispered to Victoria. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she sighed into my shoulder.

"You remember how we were talking," I whispered, "about how your ideas are really great, and you should put them out into the world more often?"

"Mmmhmmm" she murmured, and I felt her smiling.

"Well right now," I soothed, "you're having some really great ideas about what the five of us could have for dinner. You have such good ideas, let them come to you now, as you feel determined, heading into the kitchen to make those ideas a reality..."

Victoria stood up, exclaimed "I'm making minestrone, everyone!" and she was in the kitchen before Tamara had even finished pouring the glass of water.

"Very smooth," Dr. Stephanie nodded approvingly.

"She's doing well!" I grinned. "She's even gone out hypnotising a boy or two herself."

"And everyone knows that they're hypnotised?"

"Yeah, I guess," I shrugged, as Tamara returned, handing Dr. Stephanie a glass of water. "Tamara, you don't mind that I've hypnotised you, do you sweetie?"

"Nope!" she said, kissing me on the cheek as she snuggled back into me.

Couldn't argue with that.

**********

Dinner was delicious, and to my surprise, I managed to keep it together. Dr. Stephanie was a fascinating person to get to know, even more so because it quickly became obvious that not a single thing about her was faked for the podcast. I could sense she was holding some things back, but what she volunteered was very genuine and straightforward. She really was as dedicated to her project as she made out to be, and took notes--at the dining table!--on how everybody behaved under my spell.

It was weird, but there were these split-second flashes of something that told me she was just as in awe of me as I was of her. Which was like, craaaazy, cause she was Dr. freaking Stephanie, but there it was.