Playing with Fire

A while later, Amy finished up her outline. She rubbed her face, sick of the damned essay already. Blowing out a breath, she looked over at the video. Caroline was still teasing herself, need and lust written across her face. She was still chanting a mantra, but it was different now.

"I am Professor Collins' slave. I love her. I will do anything she asks. I am Professor Collins' slave..."

This was getting worse. What the hell...? Amy leaned in a bit, fascinated at just how messed up this was getting.

Collins was leering at the frustrated student. "Caroline, stop."

Caroline did. She let out a quiet whimper.

"Get dressed, slave."

The student stood up, and looking like a sleepwalker, gathered her clothes and began putting them on. Amy noticed that when the panties were in place, they immediately and very visibly dampened.

Once Caroline was done, Collins motioned to the chair and said, "Sit."

Caroline did.

"I am going to wake you up, Caroline."

Amy glanced at the time on the recording. It'd already been almost a full hour. Holy shit!

"Once you are fully awake, I will touch your left hand. When I do, you will cum harder than you ever have before. You will be filled with desire and love for me. You will remember that I can do this to you whenever you submit to me." Caroline made no move to acknowledge the directions. "You will count from 5 to 1, Caroline. When you reach 1, you will become fully aware."

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1," said Caroline, and blinked her eyes. She took in a deep breath. "Ohmygod, did you really just do that? Can you?"

"Let me show you, Caroline," said the professor, as she reached across to the student's hand. As Collins touched the girl's left hand, Caroline's eyes rolled back, her body contorted and her lungs pushed out a long, low moan. Her body shook as she arched and slipped out of the chair. She tumbled onto her side, still convulsing. Amy stared as her friend appeared to be having the hardest orgasm Amy had ever seen. It looked like it blew away anything she herself had ever experienced.

After a minute or more, Caroline looked up at the professor, wonder and adoration in her eyes. "That was... amazing," she quietly said, still breathing heavily.

"Remember, anytime you want that again, come see me," Collins grinned at her.

Caroline looked a bit shaken at the implication of that offer. She pulled herself up, was about to say something, thought better of it, and left. Collins chuckled at the retreating student. Then she sighed, pulled out the metronome from off-screen behind her, and set it on the chair. It started ticking again.

Amy wasn't sure she needed to watch this, but it was better to be safe. What if Caroline comes back in, starts begging for that again? She split her attention between the screen and her paper. It sounded like Collins started mumbling something off-camera, but Amy didn't worry about it since Caroline wasn't in the room. The opening paragraph took shape as the video ended, without Amy's friend re-entering. Amy sighed, and looked back at the folder. One more to go, she thought. Let's get this over with.

The next video started the same as the second, with Caroline and Professor Collins sitting close to each other, each dressed as before. This time, though, Caroline looked a little worried. "What did you do to me last time?" she asked.

"I made you cum, if I remember correctly," said the professor, smiling.

"I... I can't get it out of my head," admitted the student. "Did you plant a suggestion or something? I told you, nothing outside of this place or these one hour sessions."

"No, I didn't, much as I was tempted. But," she pointed at the camera. "Evidence, you know?" She shrugged. "I'm sure you're checking on me."

"I... well, why is it happening?" Caroline nearly whispered.

"I simply gave you the most pleasure you've ever had. You're replaying it because you were awake, you remember and you want more."

"Get it out of my head!" shouted Caroline.

"No," said the professor. Caroline looked incredulous. "Here, I'm in control, remember? I don't want to take it out." Collins grinned.

"I... I'm... Rules change," said Caroline. She nearly said something, thought better of it, dropped her head into one hand.

"Do you really want to let me make you forget something, Caroline?" said the professor. "Oh, the fun I could have then."

"No," admitted Caroline. "I... guess, well, OK." She looked up at Collins. "Let's get started."

"I didn't have to wait," said the hypnotist. "I just enjoyed watching you struggle with that." She grinned at the gaping student. "Slutty trance girl."

Caroline immediately dropped under. Amy snorted. This time it seemed like a bit much, with Caroline doing all of this anyway, in spite of showing reservations. She stopped paying much attention, and turned to finish up the closing paragraph. She'd always found her papers were easier if she had both the beginning and ending set before she worked on the middle. It gave her direction and focus.

After a bit, Amy glanced up from her essay. She saw the video, and Caroline was on her knees, back arched, one hand between her legs and the other working her breasts. Collins was walking around her, trailing a leash that she ran over Caroline's body.

"Repeat," said the professor.

"I am a slave of Professor Collins. I love being her slave. Obeying her is pleasure. I am a slave..."

Amy shook her head and went back to work.

A while passed, and moaning caught her attention. She looked over and saw Collins' skirt hiked up, knees splayed, and a naked Caroline kneeling between them. The professor was pulling hard on a leash attached to a pink collar around the student's neck, yanking her deeper into the crevasse between Collins' legs. One of Caroline's hands was tucked under her chin, sliding fingers in and out of the professor while her mouth and tongue worked the woman's clit. Caroline's other hand was rubbing furiously between her own legs. The moaning that caught Amy's attention was from Collins; the student's cries were muffled at best. Amy watched, captivated by her friend's wanton abandonment.

The hypnotist's plaint became louder, before turning into a keen of pure pleasure. Her thighs clenched and wrapped the student tight against her crotch. Caroline, for her part, started bucking around her fingers and spasming in place as her muscles clenched, contorting her body. Amy stared at the seductive scene. I'm not into women, she thought, and paused. How can she even breathe?

Caroline suddenly started struggling to pull back, while the professor clamped her thighs tight around the girl's head and pulled the leash tight. After a few seconds, Collins spread her legs and released the chain, and the student fell back onto her ass.

"What the fuck?!?" yelled Caroline indignantly.

Collins chuckled. "Our hour is up," she said. "You should get dressed before you leave."

Caroline wiped her face and stared at the moisture on the back of her hand. She looked back up at the professor, opened her mouth to say something, and thought better of it. Grabbing her clothes, she tossed them on as quickly as she could. She hesitated slightly when she pulled the collar off.

"Try not to cum too often thinking of me and what I can do to you," the professor chuckled as Caroline left. Glancing at the camera, she reached off-screen to again put the metronome on a chair.

Amy sighed. She hated the ticking, and figured her friend wouldn't be coming back anytime soon. But, just in case, she let it play. She could quickly zone it out anyways. Her paper was calling.

The doorbell startled Amy. She wasn't expecting anyone. Glancing at the video, she saw it had stopped. Wait, how long ago was that? She shook her head slightly, stood up and headed out of her room to her door. Through the peephole, she saw Caroline. Amy pulled the door open.

"Ohmygod tell me you've watched them!" said her friend as she barged past Amy into the living room. Caroline looked worried. "Has she done anything? I don't remember her doing anything, but has she?"

"Hi, Caroline, nice to see you too!" said Amy, joining her friend on the couch. "Yes, I've watched, and no, she didn't do anything or implant anything. And what the fuck, girl? I didn't know you were going full-on lezzie!"

"Ohthankgod," said Caroline, sagging in the couch. "I've been so worried she had." She caught up with Amy's last comment. "And no! I'm not a cunt-muncher!"

"I have evidence, girl," replied Amy. "You went full-on."

"I... well," Caroline hesitated. "She can make me do anything when I'm under, Amy." Caroline sighed wistfully. "Anything."

"You are so fucked up, girlfriend," stated Amy. "You so need to stop this shit."

"But, I love it!" said Caroline forcefully. "It's so fucking hardcore! It's so exactly what I wanted!"

"Uh, Caroline, you should watch the vids. The shit you do... it's so not what you want to be doing. Just stop this shit."

"But, Amy, I love it! The rush, it's so addictive! It feels so good to obey..." Caroline shuddered. "Fuck me, it's so incredible when I'm under!"

"It's so fucked up is what it is," stated Amy. "You need to stop, now!"

"I can't, Amy. It's too fucking good."

"Uh, let me show you," Amy said, standing up and motioning back to her bedroom. "You don't want to be doing this shit."

"Oh, I..." Caroline worked her thighs. "I really... shouldn't. Oh god. Watch myself obey. Oh, fuck!" Her eyes rolled back and closed as she visibly controlled herself. "No, Amy, I might..." Caroline's hands bunched into fists. "Go to her, ask her to..." She stood up. "No, no Amy, I trust you." Caroline opened her eyes again and stared into her friend's eyes. "Keep me safe." She hugged Amy. "I'm counting on you."

"Caroline, stop this or keep me out of it, cuz I really don't want to watch you fuck another woman."

"Please, Amy," Caroline pleaded. "I need you to!"

The imploring look on her face tugged at Amy. She sighed. "Fine. I'll make sure you don't do anything you don't want to." Which was true, since hypnosis couldn't do anything more than that anyway.

"Oh thankyouthankyouthankyou!" Caroline squeezed Amy hard. "You have no idea how important this is to me!"

Amy rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I think I do."

Tuesday rolled around. Caroline had texted that she wanted Amy to check after the session and to go get the recording now. She wouldn't say why. Amy thought about not doing it, since she had studying to do, but something in Caroline's voice pulled at her. The flash drive was in its plain envelope in the locker at the rec center, and Amy sighed as she grabbed it and took it to her place.

I can't believe I'm fucking doing this again, she thought as she pulled out the stick and plugged it into her laptop. Clicking on the file brought up the video. Amy noticed it was an hour and a half this time. Caroline wasn't in her sweatshirt and jeans anymore. She'd worn clubbing clothes. Amy sighed and looked at her Calculus book.

"Slutty trance whore," came from her speakers. Amy shook her head. Whatever gets Caroline off... She concentrated on her problems. No need to pay attention to what happened, since it was all consensual. It was just Caroline getting her freak on, and the professor taking advantage of the horny co-ed. The video ran all the way through before Amy looked at it again. The screen was blank. After shutting down the player, she looked down at her homework, and noticed she hadn't made it very far. Odd. I thought I had... She shrugged it off and started working.

Thursday went the same way, but the homework was O-Chem. Why she took Calc and O-Chem in the same semester... Caroline was taking her dress off before the two even got started. "Slutty trance whore." Alkynes ran through Amy's head as Collins ran Caroline through her paces. The full hour and a half ran by quickly, and Amy had to shake herself when it finally stopped. Almost all of the O-Chem was still sitting in front of her. What the fuck? She looked back at the player, looked down, back at the player, chewed her lip, and finally shrugged.

Saturday, Amy was waist deep in O-Chem when Caroline's call came. "Not today, Caroline, I have to catch up. Watching these videos during the week is killing my time..."

"Please, Amy, it's important."

Amy felt a little tug. "I..." She sighed. "OK, Caroline. But maybe you should find someone else."

"I don't have anyone else I can trust, Amy."

"Whatever. Peace." Amy ended the call and headed to the rec center. She brought up the video after getting back, and checked the time. An hour and a half again. Fuck, Caroline! I don't have this kind of time!

Caroline pulled off her dress and was in just a garter, stockings and heels. "Slutty trance whore." The hour and a half flew by. When it ended, Amy blinked a bit, staring at a blank screen. Caroline... looked... happy? Amy clicked it closed. No. Blissful. She stood up and shook herself.

Amy was expecting Caroline to come over again, ask if everything was still fine. She was a little concerned, because she really didn't remember much of anything from the videos. It didn't happen, though. She didn't hear from Caroline that weekend.

Tuesday she did, though. Amy swore to herself as she hurried to the rec center after Caroline texted. She grabbed the drive and flew back to her apartment. Get this the fuck over with. In the port, bring up the movie... Two hours? What the fuck? This was supposed to be an hour! She saw Caroline drop her dress and kneel this time, hands locked behind her head. Amy watched her friend, saw the nipples poking out, the smooth lips of her pussy glistening, and sighed. "Slutty trance whore."

Amy blinked at the screen. It was blank. She looked down at the clock, and realized she'd zoned out for a while after the video. She shook off her stupor and closed the player. She had a hell of a lot of studying to finish up, and now had less time than she really needed. She fired up the coffee pot.

Thursday was similar, with a two hour video, a ready and willing Caroline, She had switched out of jeans and into sweats, to be a little more comfortable. The last few times had left her jeans cutting into her waist. "Slutty trance whore." Amy thought she sighed.

She sighed awake. The blank screen stared back at her. Clicking it closed, she checked time time. Fuck me! Out came Calc.

On Saturday, and Amy thought hard about skipping Caroline and her twisted fantasies to catch up. She was behind, even with all the work she'd been doing the other days of the week. But when the text showed up, she just shook her head and went to get the flash drive. Caroline was kneeling, naked, with just a pink dog collar on, and was handing the leash to a grinning Collins. What the motherfuck is going on? "Slutty trance whore." The recording ran until it ended, and Amy didn't pay much attention this time either. It ended with the screen blank. She looked over and clicked it closed.

Caroline called not long after Saturday's video finished up. "Hi, Amy!" she said excitedly.

Amy was just closing her Western Civ book when she answered. "Hiya, freak."

"Did you watch today's, Amy?"

"As much as I ever watch them," Amy said, snorting. "Why I do this for you..."

"Oh thank god, Amy, you're such an observant observer."

Amy stopped talking. She stopped moving.

"Amy, are you at your laptop?"

"Yes," came Amy's dull reply.

"Open the flash drive in Explorer." Amy did. "Click on the View tab. Check 'File name extensions' and 'Hidden files'." She did. "Click on 'For the observers.mp4'". She did. Up came a recording, which started playing. "Watch." The line went dead, and Amy set her phone down.

The metronome came on screen and clicked away. Amy stared at it. A soft voice started speaking. Amy let the words in, and learned from them, and watched the swaying arm, and heard the clicking. One hand slid down underneath her sweats to help seal everything in.

Eventually, the video ended. Amy reached for her mouse, and started it again, still slowly twirling between her legs.

Amy stood at attention, looking at her apartment door. She was waiting. The cool air brushed against her nipples and dried her dew, but she'd been told to be naked. Obediently taking off each piece of clothing felt like a gentle lick on her clit. Simply standing in place left her wanting and wet. She longed to reach between her legs, dive deep inside herself and cum screaming around her own fingers. The buzz of staying still, like she'd been ordered to, felt even better, and it kept going on and on...

A knock at the door. She'd been told to expect that. A second knock, a pause, and a third. She leaned forward and opened it. Professor Collins was standing there, in her business suit from the videos, carrying a briefcase. Behind her stood Caroline, in fetish schoolgirl attire, with a short-sleeved, tight, white, cropped blouse and plaid microskirt. The professor held a leash attached to a collar around the student's neck. Amy stood aside, still at attention, and Collins strode in with Caroline simpering behind.

"So, you're it," said the hypnotist. "I had really thought she might have more than one. But she was a bit of a prude before. Probably took her a lot to come out to you about her fetish and let you watch." She smiled at the frozen Amy. "Too bad for you." Collins looked the girl up and down, appraising. "Very good for me, though." She ran her hand over the still flesh, hefted a breast, brushed her hand between the legs and smelled her fingers. "Very good. Slave Caroline?" She held up the briefcase. Caroline reached out and took it. Adjusting, she opened it and presented the case to the hypnotist. Reaching inside, the professor pulled out a pink dog collar and leash. She turned to Amy, and, grinning predatorily, said, "For the observer."

Amy knew it was wrong. She knew she didn't want to do this, that hypnosis didn't work this way, that she hadn't been hypnotized, that she hated this woman. But her body already knew how good it was to submit and obey, and her subconscious knew how that pleasure superseded everything else in her life. Her hand reached out before her mind could react. When the collar clasped around her neck and she handed the attached leash to the professor, she saw Caroline's eyes roll back and her body tremble in place. Amy's body strained in sympathy and desire.

Collins followed Amy's eyes to her friend. "Yes, I just rewarded my slave. She's been waiting to cum until after giving me everyone she had sent anything to. You really were it." The professor shook her head. "That makes things easy." She turned back to Amy. "Yes, my newest slave, I do reward. Just enough to keep you always wanting more. It will make you easier to train." Collins laughed, and tossed a matching tiny schoolgirl outfit from the briefcase at the naked girl. "Get dressed. We have to destroy all copies of those infernal videos. Caroline says she has a safety deposit box."

Amy crouched down and started pulling on the clothes. She felt the licks on her clit and shivered.

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Like another recent story of mine, this one was heavily influenced by a couple of works posted on the EMCSA, including trilby else's excellent Bridesmaid, and, more directly in this case, Jukebox's fantastic Flesh For Fantasy, both of which handled this type of storyline much better than I did.