Stress Relief

This piece was originally the left-hand side, and then I wrote the right-hand side for funsies, intending to publish them as two separate pieces. I put them in this split-column format just for editing purposes, to make sure that the narrative tracked, but multiple beta-readers told me they liked it this way, so... here it is!

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"I really think it could help you relax!" Nicole was curled up on one end of the couch, looking sincerely at me with her big brown eyes. "I don't know if I'm any good at it yet, we're only a week in to our hypnosis unit, but I bet..."	"I really think it could help you relax!" I was curled up on one end of Taylor's couch, watching them anxiously. They had been so stressed lately, and I wanted to do something, anything, to help them feel better. "I don't know if I'm any good at it yet, we're only a week in to our hypnosis unit, but I bet..."
I held up my hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, yeah, let's try it!" Because once Nicole got something into her head, she'd always get her way.	Taylor held up their hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, yeah, let's try it!"
She smiled broadly at me, and I felt the knot in my stomach loosen a little. I had been so stressed these last few weeks, and Nicole only wanted to help, and it probably would be relaxing, even if she wasn't very good at hypnosis yet. Besides, she wasn't going to make me cluck like a chicken or anything. This was Nicole we were talking about.	I couldn't help the goofy grin on my face. Thank you, Taylor, you stubborn idiot, thank for letting me help you.
And so we began. I stretched out on the couch, my head in her lap, and she stroked my hair and murmured to me about how I could feel my body relaxing, how I could just let go and let her take over for a little while. How I didn't have to worry about anything, how I was safe, how I could just drift.	And so we began. They stretched out on the couch, their head in my lap, and I stroked their hair and murmured to them about how they could feel their body relaxing, how they could just let go and let me take over for a little while. How they didn't have to worry about anything, how they were safe, how they could just drift.
	I knew the theory from class, and I'd seen plenty of demonstrations in the last week, but I'd never actually hypnotized anyone before. I was surprised at how easy it felt—I pitched my voice as low and soothing as I could, and let instinct carry the words out of me. Taylor's body was limp and heavy against me. I watched in awe and delight as their face softened, their breathing slowed. This was actually working, wasn't it?!
I had to admit, it felt nice. Nicole had a lovely voice, low and warm, and it was a pleasure to just listen to her talk, to let my muscles loosen one by one. She gave me gentle instructions, and it was so easy to just obey them.	It was so nice to see Taylor relaxed for once—and, if I was being honest, this whole thing was a little hot, too. But I put that thought from my mind—I was here to help my best friend.
"It feels good to relax," she was telling me, "it feels so good to just listen and follow. And every time you release a bit of tension, your body feels better and better..."	"It feels good to relax," I told them, the words flowing almost without thought. "it feels so good to just listen and follow. And every time you release a bit of tension, your body feels better and better..."
My body was starting to feel better, I noticed. Pleasant tingles ran through me, and my whole body felt warm, alert but not in a bad way. My hips shifted ever so slightly as another knot of muscle came loose, like it was the most natural thing in the world. I sighed low in my throat and let my hips move automatically. It felt so good to listen, to follow, to obey...	Was it my imagination, or was their breathing speeding back up? No, they were definitely breathing a little faster now, and their face was a little flushed. This was NOT how this was supposed to go, was it? I kept up a calm murmur of instructions, but in my head I was frantically flicking back through our lessons. Was something making them panic, were they having an abreaction, was... And then with a start, I realized that Taylor was ever so slightly rolling their hips at the air. Oh. OH. Now that I was looking for it, there was no mistaking it: their face was flushed, mouth slightly open, breathing heavy, hips twitching slightly.
"Tay, are you—" Nicole's voice above me suddenly sounded confused. "Are you... getting off on this?"	"Tay," I asked hesitantly, "are you... are you getting off on this?"
"Mmm." I hummed my agreement. My thoughts felt slow and soupy, still and calm for the first time in days.	"Mmm." They answered from deep in trance, without a trace of self-consciousness, and oh fuck it was hot to see my best friend sprawled on the couch, loose and limp and gently simmering in their own arousal.
Nicole was silent for a long moment. It didn't bother me. My mind was still and my body hummed contentedly. Finally she asked, "Do you want... more?" The way she said that last word sent a jolt of anticipation through me. Yes, I realized through my fog, there was nothing more I wanted in the world, except more of this, more of her voice, more obedience, more pleasure...	"Do you want..." I swallowed, steeled myself. "More?"
I licked my lips. "Yes," I said, with some effort. My hips moved a little faster now.	Taylor inhaled sharply. They licked their lips and managed a "yes," so softly that I had to lean close to hear it. It was unbelievable, but they wanted this. And oh holy fuck, did I want to give it to them.
And then I heard Nicole laugh low in her throat, in a way that sent shivers down my spine. "Okay," she murmured. "You've had such a long week. You deserve a reward. And I am going to make you feel so, so good..."	"Okay," I murmured, suddenly decided. "You've had such a long week. You deserve a reward. And I am going to make you feel so, so good..."
The words dripped from her lips like honey into my ears. I could feel the tingles intensify, as my mind and my body strained to hear what she was going to say next. I knew there would be no resisting, but I didn't want to.	They drew a shuddering gasp at that, and I felt the heat of it ripple through me. Taylor's whole body was taut, listening, waiting for my next word. It was exhilarating, intoxicating, beautiful.
Because once Nicole got something into her head, she'd always get her way.	Another goofy grin stole across my face. I had never thought that it would play out this way, but one way or the other, I was going to make Taylor feel amazing.

Door to Door

I opened the door to a neatly dressed stranger with a briefcase. "Can I help you?" I asked skeptically.

"You certainly can!" They flashed me a broad grin that made it abundantly clear that they were selling something. "Have you heard the good word about hypnosis?"

"I'm not interested, have a nice—" I paused midway through shutting the door as their words registered. "Did you say hypnosis?"

"Yes indeed! Here, take a pamphlet." They thrust one at me, and my eyes practically crossed at the black and white spiral that seemed to move of its own accord. "Can I come in?"

Without waiting for an answer, they stepped inside. "I'm so excited to talk to you about hypnosis today. If you'll just take a look in here..."

With a loud click, they opened their briefcase and held it out for me to see. I peered inside.

Rows upon rows of crystals sparkled at me, winking invitingly in the light. "If you'll just look a little closer," said the stranger amiably, "you can really start to see the hypnotic properties..."

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They and I spent a lovely hour together in my kitchen, talking about their wares and... about hypnosis, I guess. I don't remember much of the details. But they were so nice, and so easy to talk to, so pleasant to listen to, that the time just flew by. When they left, I waved them off warmly, a brochure on my table and a brand new pocket-watch in my hand.

I returned to the kitchen, and noticed with mild surprise that my underwear were slung over one of the chairs. "How odd," I mused as I sat down and pulled the brochure towards me.

Lick, and Lose Yourself In Me

That’s it, dear. Lick, and lose yourself in me. Feel my pleasure reverberate through your body, so strong that you’re helpless to resist it, so strong that you’re touching yourself without even thinking about it.

My pleasure is your pleasure. Your only purpose right now is to please me. All that matters is my cunt and my juices and how amazing my clit feels against your tongue, how delicious I taste. How good it feels to make me feel good. How nice and fuzzy it makes you feel when you lick, rhythmically, mindlessly. When those pesky thoughts trickle out of your head it leaves so much more room for pleasure, your pleasure and my pleasure, the comforting captivity of my thighs and of knowing your purpose.

So let your thoughts go, and focus on the feel and the taste of me, the pleasure that my moans bring, the pleasure you feel from doing a good job and pleasing me. That’s right. Good girl.

Lick, and lose yourself in me.

Let Me Help You With That...

(More goofy hypno-shorts. Thanks to @bunbunlittleone for the inspiration!)

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He was swinging a pocket-watch ineptly in front of her face in the middle of a Cracker Barrel, and I had to do something—for the sake of the other patrons and common decency, but also for the sake of that poor woman, who looked like she was sorry she'd ever agreed to this.

"Excuse me," I said softly, coming up to their table, "it looks like you're, uh, trying to do some hypnosis?"

They both started and looked around guiltily. Though it's not like they were exactly being subtle. Plus, it was clearly a sex thing for at least one of them, judging by the way this dude's cock was standing out against his jeans.

Sympathetic Resonance

Mara is so fucking close right now, straining at the edge of that orgasm, desperately rubbing herself harder and harder, aching for that release. And Jasmine…

Jasmine is so fucking close right now, too. As close as Mara. Precisely as close as Mara. Her hand on Mara’s is the only part of her she can move, and so she grips as tightly as she can, as she feels every one of Mara’s strokes, every scrap of Mara’s pleasure, magnified a hundredfold. Mara’s pleasure thunders through her body and she has no control, can only lie there and watch as the pleasure fills her.

Because no matter how hard Mara fucks herself, Mara can only brush up against that delicious edge, can never coax her body past that threshold. Jasmine, however, gets to feel the orgasm that Mara can’t have, gets to feel it slam through her body like a tsunami and leave her limp and breathless in its wake.

But Mara will keep trying. Desperately, hopelessly, she’ll keep fucking herself into oblivion chasing the release she craves. And so Jasmine has no other choice–she too will lay there, squeezing Mara’s hand impossibly tight, the only little bit of control she has left, and feel that reflected pleasure wrack her body, feel herself come again, and again, and again…

New Perfume

Photo from "Maison Francis Kurkdjian” by Alisa Verner

“Do you want to smell my new perfume?” Angela had asked, innocently enough, and Olivia had agreed, and inhaled deeply from the tiny vial.

Her eyes went glassy as she smiled up at her friend. “Wow, that’s… nice. What… what is it?” And then shook her head as if to clear it, and was seemingly back to normal again–though she did notice, somehow, a creeping warmth between her legs.

The next time Angela had offered her a whiff, the cloudy-headed sensation had stuck around a bit longer, followed by a flush of heat in her body, and the realization that it was simply too stuffy in this room to keep her clothes on. As she stripped, Angela had gestured at the floor, and Olivia had gratefully sunk to her knees–after all, she had been on her feet all day, and it felt so comfortable to kneel, and to be so close to Angela… Angela, who had at some point taken off some clothes as well? But that was okay, because that meant that Olivia got to feel those warm legs pressed against her and the silky feel of the stockings between their skin, and it was so nice and comfortable and…

Angela offered a wrist, and Olivia inhaled automatically. God, that perfume smelled so good, and Angela’s skin was so wonderfully warm, and somehow her hand arrested all of Olivia’s attention. She couldn’t stop thinking about what it might be like to incline her head just another inch, to press her lips against Angela’s soft and tender wrist, to lick the perfume from her; what noises she could kiss from her companion. How else she could please, how else she could serve…

Angela moved her arm slowly to one side, then the other, and Olivia’s whole torso followed as the woman stared, transfixed. A slow smile spread across Angela’s face, and she let her legs spread wider. Olivia’s lips, wonderfully warm and wet, pressed luxuriously into Angela’s wrist, and she moaned low in her throat. Olivia was moving slowly and lingeringly as she licked and sucked so skillfully, ingesting more of the perfume all the while, and Angela was content to revel in the languorous pleasure. She had all the time in the world right now, and if this was what Olivia was like after just a few minutes under the drug’s influence… Angela shivered pleasantly and guided Olivia’s face between her legs.

It was going to be a fun evening.

Hypno Hooters

Tumblr rescue, born of some strange Skype conversation. Something about wearing Hypno Scouts badges as pasties. Anyway, I don’t remember the specifics, but this is somehow bunbunlittleone's fault...?

EDIT: Now with glorious gifs! Thank you to the inimitable bunbunlittleone for doing the heckin' sexy cosplay of this story! 😍

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I had just sat down and taken a glance at the menu when I heard a perky voice behind me say, “Welcome to Hypno Hooters.” I turned and looked up.

The waitress in front of me was gorgeous. Strawberry blonde hair in two buns at either side of head, already tall and leggy before you factored in her 4-inch stilettos, and she had amazing tits. I mean, everyone here did, but hers... Oh man. They were on the perky side, a little more than a handful each, and strained against her regulation spiral-patterned top. A sparkly name-tag somewhere on there declared her to be “Bunbun”, but let’s be honest, I wasn’t looking at her nametag.

Subscribe Today!

Model is Brigitte Lahaie

Something about this magazine was curiously captivating. Even… arousing.

She didn’t know why, of course. It was nothing special, just your average magazine. She couldn’t actually remember how long ago she’d subscribed, or why, but every few months she'd get it in the mail, and there was always some headline on the front that made her glance inside, and before she knew it she'd read it cover to cover.

The article she was reading now, for instance, was full of fascinating facts and figures about… something. Something that was no doubt fascinating! But the subject drifted just out of reach of her mind. If only she read more of the article, she thought, it would surely become apparent.

The more she read, though, the more distractible she became. She noticed with a start that she had shrugged her robe open, that one hand had slipped down and started playing with her sensitive breasts. It had happened almost of its own accord, but now that she was touching herself there she didn’t want to stop. It felt so nice, and it would probably alleviate some of the ache between her legs and let her finally focus on this article, this fascinating article that she had to keep reading…

Some bits of the text sent jolts of pleasure through her body, just enough to leave her squirming and wanting more. She read on, hoping with each word that she’d get to feel that electric current to her pussy again. Unconsciously, she snaked a hand between her legs and started gently touching herself, teasing herself.

The words reverberated through her, though she couldn’t quite tell what the words were. Better just to read and play and let the article filter through her brain. Her body hummed with tension, her hand sped up its motion against her clit. She knew this article must have some fascination conclusion, some thesis or final reveal that was really explosive…

The very last sentence sent her over that delicious, delicious edge. She came hard enough to see stars, gasping and clutching at the copy of Brainwashing Quarterly beside her.

So Close Together

From So Close Together. Actresses are Krystal Boyd and Candace Luca.

She smiled as she looked down at me. The weight of her over my hips felt so good, and the way her hair shimmered in the light, and that smile – oh God, that smile. It meant that she was about to do something terrible, and it made me instantly wet.

“Look at me, Alison,” she instructed, but she didn’t need to; my eyes were already locked on hers like magnets. I couldn’t look away if I tried. She could tell – she could always tell – and her smile widened. “Good girl,” she murmured. I exhaled, hard. Shit, the things she did to me.

“You can feel the pull of my eyes, can’t you?” She was speaking softly, honey in her voice, and I was helpless against it, against her eyes, against her. “You can feel them captivating you, pulling you in. You can feel the weight of me pushing you down. You can feel how badly you want to submit…”

“Submit,” my lips mumbled automatically. She laughed at my traitorous mouth, and I squirmed against her.

“Good girl,” she murmured again. “Your body knows what I’m about to do to you, doesn’t it? It wants it so bad. It knows what’s best for you, after all. Now, all that’s left is to get your pesky brain out of the way…”

Corruption

I know I can't fuck you. It would be highly unethical, given our relative positions, our power dynamics. So no, I’m not going to fuck you.

But God almighty I want to.

I see you from across the room, the way your hair falls, and all I want is to tangle a hand in it and wrench your head up, hold you there with your lips an inch away from mine.

Have you ever had your hair pulled? I mean really pulled, pulled well, so that you forfeit all control of your head and neck and feel that delicious pain at your scalp that makes you gasp, that reminds you that you're at someone's mercy?

I want to show you that. I want to see your eyes go wide as you understand for the first time how this is supposed to feel, what power really is. I want to watch your lips part, hear the sound that escapes them, as you're overcome with my nearness and your need to kiss me. I want to feel you struggle against my hand in your hair, straining to bring your lips to mine, trembling with that need and your own powerlessness.