Easing the stall door closed so that it didn't bang as all campus stalls do, Joey could barely contain his excitement. He'd been waiting for this for two weeks, since she'd gone on holiday with her parents to Barbados, and now that she was back, he was keen not only to make sure his hard work hadn't been undone, but that he was looked after properly.
Cassidy --
Cassie
-- Claire was already sitting on the downturned toilet lid, her legs tight together, her face curious but excited, her palms together in her lap. Part of her already knew where this was going, but the part of her that spoke and moved and went to classes didn't. Joey was about to shift that part of her aside to reveal a Cassie he'd guided into doing a very special job for him.
'Now, Cassie,' he grinned, 'have you got any idea why I've asked you here today?'
'No,' she replied innocently, although the way she bit her lip told him part of her did. Joey reached out and gently stroked her soft cheek, and she leaned into it a little, pushing for more of his touch.
'Oh, Cassie,' he breathed, stroking her hair and feeling it whisper over his fingers. 'I know you do.' There was a new tone in his voice, one that Cassie noticed, and as she looked up at him through her deep blue eyes, he knew she was ready. She always got herself into this unique attitude that was a blend of nervous, confused, apprehensive and lusty when she was ready.
'Close your eyes.' Joey said, holding her head gently with both hands, his fingers protectively over her ears. She did, and he watched her little black eyelashes jerk as her eyes moved beneath the lids. 'Listen to my voice, Cassie. Listen to me as I count. You know what happens when I count to you -- you know how it makes you feel. It's a safe, private space that my counting puts you in, a quiet little room with just you and me and no one else where you can do anything and be anyone without fear, a dark, warm little room just for us inside your head. Ten.'
Joey could already feel Cassie's heart pounding as he held her. Her breathing was rapid, but so was his own. 'Nine. Climb down those stairs now Cassie, into your mental basement.
'Eight.' Cassie let out a breath and Joey had to make himself not lean in then and there. 'Seven. Across the dim hallway to the room right at the back.
'Six.'
'Five. Lock the door and find the ladder, down you go. Climbing deeper and deeper into the safe, warm emptiness.' Cassie's breathing was beginning to slow, and as she seemed to relax a little on the toilet, Joey gently looped her hair in his fingertips.
'Four. Three, follow the well down the gently sloping path. You don't need lights here, you know the way by heart. Two. One. Close the door to your room behind you and forget it's there Cassie. Float away, weightless in your safe place where nothing can touch you. Let go now Cassie. Let go.'
As Joey looked down at her, he saw that Cassie's attitude had changed completely. Where seconds before, a timid, energised young woman had been sitting, now she was limp in his hands save only for what she needed to stay upright. As Joey gently pulled her hair into a ponytail and lifted one limp arm to pull off the scrunchie she always habitually kept there -- although unknowingly -- just for this purpose, her head tipped forwards, supported only by his hand. He expertly looped her hair up and left it loosely out of the way.
'Good girl. Very good. You're doing everything perfectly Cassie. Just float away, safe and out of the way while I talk to Sophie, okay? Sophie, are you there? Can you come out for me?' Slowly, Cassie's body began to strengthen again, and as Joey called her name softly, Cassie's eyes blinked open and she looked up at him. Gorgeous with a lightly tanned white face and no blemishes to be seen, Cassie was five ten in height with a thin, feminine waist that curved outwards at the chest and hips in a way that drove men mad. Her breasts, although not huge, were perky and bouncy and untouched by gravity, tipped with soft pink little nipples in the centre of slightly darker areolas. She had a fine, buoyant ass and, thanks to one of Joey's suggestions, a hairless slit.
She had slender but strong legs with thick thighs that tapered in to girlish ankles, and she killed it in heels. But the girl inside the gorgeous 19-year-old looking up at Joey wasn't Cassidy -- it was Sophie, a mindset Joey had carefully crafted over months of dick-teasing hypnosis with her in lunch breaks, free classes, home alone time and on the weekends. Being live-in students, both lived within a building's walk of each other, something that Joey had put to good use since he'd met her.
'Sophie, are you ready?' Joey asked. Grinning at him, Cassie's perfect thousand-watt smile lit up the whole cubicle.
'Of course, baby,' she said coyly. 'I'm always wet and ready.' Her hands had gone to his legs, and as she spoke, they slid up his body, running up his sides and then down his front, her fingers feeling the body he'd programmed Sophie to be so attracted to more than anyone else. She sighed as she felt him, and when her fingers slid down for the second time over his torso, they dipped into his waistline and drew his pants down with them, revealing Joey's thickly tented underwear below.
'Hmm, a bit needy today, are we?' Joey chided. Sophie giggled with Cassie's cute, girlish chirp, her chest bouncing with the motion.
'It's been so long baby.'
'I know, it's alright. We're together now.' Joey breathed as Sophie's hand ran over the length of his cock in his pants, making him shudder.
In reality, Sophie wasn't a different person to Cassie. She had actually just started out as a trance-state Cassie early on, a responsive way for Joey to talk to Cassie while under hypnosis so that he could see what her reactions were to his triggers. But, over time, her deeply-aroused trance state had grown into a horny, giggly copy of Cassie, and as it had changed independent of Cassie's day-to-day life, Joey had begun to call her by the name he'd always adored most. Now, Sophie was, in effect, Cassie's tranced, horny, bimbo-ish alter-ego that only Joey knew existed.
Sophie rubbed him through his pants, leaning close and sniffing at him and sighing as she smelled his scent. 'You want it, don't you,' Joey asked rhetorically, watching as Sophie nodded against his pelvis without moving away. Her blue eyes flicked up to his, and he could see the arousal in them.
'Go on.' He coaxed her, and with a grin she drew down his underwear, making his cock bounce out in her face. She giggled and licked the length sideways, wrapping her tongue around it as best she could. He wasn't huge, just an average size really, but in her mouth he looked gigantic. He watched her plant tiny kisses along it before puckering her lips and meeting his tip.
Ordinarily, Joey would ask her to look up -- but Sophie knew him too well. Her eyes flicked up to meet his and stayed there as she pushed her tightly squeezed lips against him until he parted them forcefully, popping into her warm mouth and quickly sliding over her tongue until her nose touched his navel. He shuddered as he felt her divine mouth on him, and he saw her eyes light up at his pleasure. Drawing him off her, she opened wide, tongue out, showing him the strand of spit that still connected them both and grinning. Then, she came back in, and went at it.
At first she was slow and methodical, sliding herself enticingly slowly along him, every ripple in his shaft making her lips roll. But after a few minutes, Joey's hand found the back of her head, and she began to focus on taking him faster, fucking him with her mouth more as Sophie, well-tuned through countless sessions and talks with Joey, gave him what he wanted exactly as he liked it.
Within minutes, Sophie was making loud sucking noises, and Joey could only hold her head and groan softly as she took him like a pro. Praying no one came in in the next sixty seconds -- Joey didn't think he'd be able to stop Sophie at this point, both because of the intense pleasure and Sophie's own in-built desire to please him -- Joey put his head back and leaned into Sophie, letting her work him into a sticky fever of bliss.
