Puppy Party

After a short drive, we approached a large Tudor-style house with a large gravel parking area. There were about 5 (very nice) cars parked in front. Cat's little Prius felt a little out of place next to the Beamers and the Mercedes. We got out and walked towards the front door. Before we could get there it opened, and there stood this..this...most extraordinary woman. Mid 40s maybe? Hard to tell. Long silver hair. Tall; almost the same height as Cat. Very pale skin and just the slightest make-up. Slightly thick. Nice set of boobs on her and wide hips. She was dressed in almost all white. A suit. Very well tailored for her curves. And a cape. She wore a cape. I smiled wide when I realized that. I mean, who wears a cape? I loved it. A white top hat as well. It was both elegant and slightly comical. And her eyes. One blue and the other green. Amazing.

She stepped out to greet us.

"Cat!" she screamed. "I'm so glad you could make it."

She gave Cat a demure kiss on the cheek. And then she turned and looked down at me.

"And you must be Samantha. It's nice to meet you. I'm Emma." And she stuck out her hand. And that's when everything started to go sideways.

I write this now with the advantage and clarity of hindsight and some third-party explanations. At the time things were...blurry. But by my best account, this is what happened.

I reached for her hand to shake it, as one does. But I was interrupted. Before I could clasp her hand, her other hand reached over and grabbed me by the wrist, forcing my hand around so that I was looking at my palm. And this is what she spoke (or so I am told), plainly but with some forcefulness:

"Look at your hand, notice how your eyes try to focus on it as it comes closer and closer."

She started moving my hand closer and closer to my face. Or it started moving. I'm not sure.

"Your eyes can't keep focus as it gets closer and closer, and you just want to close those heavy eyes, and when your fingertips touch your forehead you will SLEEP!"

And she was right. I felt my head jerk forward down to my chest, and my eyes just slammed shut. I remember trying to think. Trying to piece together what was going on...but it was so fast and so sudden, I couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening. I vaguely remember Emma holding me and stroking her hand down my head and down my arm. She was talking to me but I have exactly no memory of what she was saying. I just knew that I was safe and relaxed and I thought to myself...just go with these feelings. Or maybe that's what she was saying to me.

And then I was awake. Still in the doorway with Cat next to me and Emma in front of me. I was completely aware of what had just happened.

"Did you just hypnotize me?"

Emma smiled. "I did, and you did wonderfully. You're an excellent subject. Cat tells me you have a very vivid imagination. Here, let's take you deeper."

She put her hand on my shoulder.

"Wait-" I started to object, but it was too late.

"Deep sleep."

And I felt everything just go dark again. Dark and deep and quiet except for her voice. Everything else just faded, the sounds of the party inside, the cool air on my bare skin...all I could hear was her voice and wanting to do the things it was telling me to do. Even if I wasn't aware of what those things were.

And then I was awake again. Like that.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Honestly," I responded. "Kinda turned on. Is that weird?"

"No," she leaned in. "It's hot. Come inside. Have a drink. Get comfortable. We're going to get started soon."

She bid us to enter. The house was amazing. Just oozed with old-worlde charm. It felt like I was an old country manor somewhere in Europe. The party was buzzing in the parlor. It was an odd assortment of people. We were probably the youngest there in a crowd of maybe 12, a few people in their 20s and mix up to the 50s if I had to guess. Thankfully we were appropriately dressed. The theme of fancy/slutty seemed to be upheld by all, though one young man was dressed only in skin-tight latex pants. He was chatting with two very professionally dressed women. I watched them make him fetch their drinks. Curious I thought.

Before I even had a chance to get a drink, Emma clapped to get everyone's attention. The music dropped off and Emma stood in front of the fireplace. There were three chairs in front of her. People started to gather around, taking seats around the side to get a view. Cat and I stood by the bar.

Emma began. "Good evening everyone. Welcome back to most of you and welcome for the first time, to two of you." Emma gestured towards us. People turned to look at us. I became very aware of all these eyes upon me. I suddenly grew very afraid and slightly embarrassed What was going to happen? In front of all the strangers?

Emma continued. "I don't want to ruin the surprise of the theme of the evening. It is known only to one of you. Well perhaps two." She gestured back to us again. What did that mean? Wait, was she going to hypnotize a bunch of people to think they're dogs? Is that what Cat meant by a puppy party? I suddenly felt very nervous. All these strangers. They're going to watch me. They're going to see me act like a dog. Until Emma had actually dropped me, I didn't even think this was going to work. But now-

Emma cut off my thoughts. "Now who wants to be a puppy?"

Upon hearing these words I was seized with an idea that seem to come from nowhere. I had to go up and sit down in one of those chairs in the front of the room. I remember that I didn't want to. My conscious brain was so nervous and so embarrassed that I had decided I didn't want to be hypnotized into thinking I was puppy. I was just going to stay at the bar, drink a little, and see what happens.

But now...now I was feeling this terrible anxiety by NOT going up and sitting in one of those chairs. I could feel my heart racing every moment that I didn't start to move towards the chairs. It felt like something was terribly wrong if I didn't go up. I took a tentative step forward and was rewarded with an almost instant cessation of my anxiety. I took another step and I felt more great relief that I was moving towards the chairs. That spiraled it for me. I had to sit in one of those chairs. I was suddenly seized with the idea that maybe there weren't enough chairs, and I started to move faster. Soon I was almost running towards the chair and when I sat down I felt this quiver of pleasure run through me; it felt so good and so right to sit in the chair, I began to relax, relieved that I had done this. It was odd, I didn't feel hypnotized. It felt like I was totally in control of myself, but all I wanted was to sit in one of these chairs.

I looked next to me. Both chairs were occupied by people who seemed similarly relieved to be in them. On the far side was the young shirtless man. He was lolling his head about, seemingly getting so comfy in his chair. Next to me was a slightly older women. 30 maybe. She looked pretty conservative in a nice blouse and pants; like she could have been someone's mom. She was openly fondling herself in her chair, rubbing her boobs and taking deep sighs.

Emma walked in front of us and turned to face us.

"Is everyone comfortable?"

"Yes." We all answered in unison. The head of the women next to me drooped deeply and her hands fell to her sides. The young man was still lolling about. I felt...unchanged. Deeply curious, but I don't think I was hypnotized.

Emma approached the women next to me. She put her hand on her shoulder and I heard her say, "Deep sleep, Carol. Deep sleep." And I saw her slump even deeper.

Then she stood in front of me. She knelt down.

"How do you feel?" she asked.

"Well...I don't think I'm hypnotized...but there's something going on. I mean...I felt like I really, really needed to sit in one of these chairs."

She leaned in close, spreading my legs to get between them. I'd never had another lady lover other than Cat. But I could see myself getting with Emma. I wondered what Cat thought about this. I hope she wasn't getting jealous. Especially when she reached out with with both hands and placed them behind my head, making the intimacy all that more intimate. She spoke low so only I could hear her.

"It might not seem like you're hypnosis, but I assure you, you are. That urge you felt to sit in one of these chairs. That was a post-hypnotic suggestion. And you followed it perfectly. You're doing wonderful. You're a very good subject. Now I'm not going to put you into a deeper trance right now. I want you to just sit and watch...and anticipate. Okay?"

I felt such a crazy amount of trust in this woman. It felt so alien. "Okay." Then I whispered to her: "But I have to tell you...I'm really turned on right now. I think I'm going to get your chair all wet!"

I was horrified at hearing those words come out of my mouth. I never, never talk like this! And to a stranger! Why did I tell her these things?

She laughed gently. "That's fine...you can get as wet as you want. And if you find yourself getting really turned on, it's okay to play with yourself. You can just slide your hand down and do whatever you feel like doing to make yourself feel good. Everyone here wants you to feel good and they would very much enjoy watching you."

"Thank you!" I said. And I hiked up my skirt and gently began to rub myself over my underwear. I was aware people were watching me, but like Emma said, it felt good.

She got up and walked over to the young man.

She walked behind him and snapped her fingers suddenly in front of his face. "Sleep!" she commanded and I saw his head just drop down to his chest and all movement stop.

"You're doing very well, Winston," I heard her say. "Just go deeper and deeper into trance, listening to every word I say and following my instructions."

She stood and place each of her hands on Carol and Winston's shoulders. "To the people whose shoulders I'm touching now, listen to me very carefully. In a moment I'm going to snap my fingers, and when I do you will find that you are falling under the influence of a very powerful spell. This spell will turn you into a beautiful playful puppy. You cannot speak, you can only bark. You cannot walk, you can only move about on all fours, unless of course someone trains you to walk on just your hind legs. This transformation into a puppy is very pleasurable and the more and more you turn into a puppy, the more pleasure you will feel. And one...two....three!

She snapped her both her fingers and almost instantly, Winston and Carol transformed. Well not literally, but you could see them trying. Winston immediately fell out of his chair, and began to contort his body. Small barks came out of him and he began to thrash a bit. The two women he was with stepped over to him and began to treat him like a puppy.

"Good Winston! Who's a good boy?' one of them said. And Winston barked. Then he looked somewhat uncomfortable was we was trying to shake off his pants.

The other noticed his discomfort and made effort to help him out. "Oh poor Winston!" she exclaimed. "Did someone put people pants on you? Let's get those off of you!"

She knelt down, unzipped him, and began to peel those pants off him. He wasn't wearing anything underneath and I could see that he was beginning to get erect.. As she slid them down to his feet he began to kick them off, and then he scampered around, free of all clothing, his cock bobbing as he went.

He put his front paws up on a woman's lap and he began to lick her cheek enthusiastically. His cock began to thrust urgently at her leg.

"Bad Winston!" scolded the first woman. "Down!"

And Winston got off the woman and curled up into ball; looking sad that he'd been bad.

"What's wrong with you Winston? Where are you manners?!" she demanded. Winston had nothing to say but sad whimpers.

"Oh I know what's wrong!" said the second woman. And from no where she produced a large furry dog tail and had a sizable butt-plug attached at the base. "You're missing your tail!"

The woman approached Winston and gave him a small smack on the butt. "Tail up! She commanded. And Winston stuck his butt up in the air.

She coated the plug with a generous amount of lube, and then with same gloved hand, put a healthy dollop into Winston as well.

I heard him yelp slightly as it went in, and then a deeper, more pleasurable dog-moan.

"Yes, that's better, isn't Winston?" cooed the woman. "Let's do a trick and show everyone what a good boy you are! Up Winston, Up!"

She stood up and raised her hand high in the air. Winston stood up on his hind legs. His arms were tucked up in front of his chest like dog paws.

"Bravo!" Said the woman. "Now turn for everyone! Show them what a good boy you are!"

Winston turned around slowly, standing on his tip toes like a dog. His erection was in full bloom now. The feel of the plug inside of him must have been excruciating pleasurable.

The woman applauded and everyone else, including myself, followed suit. I quickly resumed my masturbation. It didn't look like he was faking anything. I believed, that he truly believed he was a dog. And if he could be turned into a dog...it meant hypnosis was real. It meant I was hypnotized and in a moment Emma would make me do anything she wanted. I had my first orgasm of the night with this thought.

The woman then fastened a dog collar around Winston and lead him away on a leash with the other woman. My mind raced at the possibilities of what they were going to do with their horny obedient dog.

Meanwhile Carol had quietly slid off her chair and curled into a small ball and appeared to be sleeping. Her hand here tucked up like paws and every so often her leg would shake like when a puppy was having a dream.

Emma walked over to her and began to stroke her hair gently. A man and a woman approached and began to pet her as well.

The man spoke, quietly as if to a dog. "Carol...oh Carol...who's a sleepy puppy? It's wakey time"

Her eyes open and she licked her mouth. Then she let her tongue hang out as panted.

"That's my good girl!" And he handed her a little treat.

The woman spoke. "You look so uncomfortable in those clothes Carol. Would you like us to help you out of them?"

Carol barked in the affirmative and she rose her hands up.

The couple helped Carol out of her blouse. Then they got her up on all fours and helped her off with her skirt. She wore nothing underneath and she had a delightfully wild bush that peeked through from behind. It looked pretty soaked with moisture.

I thought for a moment about my own grooming which was certainly going to be on display pretty soon. Normally I'd be pretty hung up about it, but for some reason (though I can guess why, duh, I'm hypnotized!) I was okay with people looking at fairly shaven pussy.

The couple began to pet and fondle Carol who posed for them. They encouraged other people to join in, and pretty soon there was a small circle of people sitting and kneeling around this woman who thought she was dog. They were fondling her, petting her, giving her gentle scratches. It looked heavenly.

The woman fitted a collar around Carol's neck and lead her off to another room. Everyone, except for Emma, Cat and me followed and I wondered if they were all going to fuck her. Maybe some were just going to watch. I imagined the man mounting himself on her doggy-style while everyone watched. It trigged my second orgasm.

As my moans wound down, the room became very silent and I became very aware that only Emma, Cat and I were left. Cat looked at me hungerly. She was absent-mindedly fondling her breast. I'm sure all this puppy transformations had reduced her to a sweaty puddle. I looked at her and Emma.

"I'm sorry, but I can't seem to stop masturbating." I said. I tried to will myself to stop, but for some reason I couldn't. Again, duh hypnotized.

"Why do you think you can't stop playing with yourself?" asked Emma.

"I'm pretty sure it's because you hypnotized me! Duh!" I responded.

"So," continued Emma. "Is masturbating in front of a crowd of people something you would normally do?"

I winced. "Of course not!"

"So that means, you must be deeply hypnotized then. Deeply conditioned to listen to my voice and to follow my commands." she said.

"Yes." I said. And I came to a realization. In hypnotic terms, this is called a 'convincer'. Sometimes a hypnotized person won't think they're hypnotized and become uncooperative. Usually a hypnotist, like my mother, would tell a patient that they are unable to open their eyes, and then have them try to do it. When they can't do it, well, then they are convinced they are hypnotized and the will follow suggestions much more easily.

And here's the thing. Even though I have all this travel knowledge about hypnosis, and I know what she was doing to me, I WAS convinced. She had hypnotized absolutely and I was a slave to her will. If she had gotten me to do this, she could get me to do anything.

She was looking at me as if she could read my mind. "That's right." she said. "I can make you do anything my heart desires. And right now I want to see two dogs going at it."

I looked over at Cat. She looked as confused as I. She spoke up.

"Two dogs?" she asked naively. "Who's she going to play with?"

Emma laughed. "Isn't obvious, Cat? It's you my dear. It's puppy time, Catherine."

And on those words I saw a change come over Cat. Her eyes seem to glaze just as she was realizing what was happening. But it was too late for her to do anything about it. Her face went slack and her hands dropped from her breasts. Immediately she stood and began to slide out of her dress. She moved like a sleepwalker. I never fail to amaze at her body. So tall and athletic. Small breasts, perfect for her body, a well-sculpted ass and a great firm stomach. And as she shucked off her thong, she immediately fell to all fours and began to crawl around like a dog.

Emma lowered a hand and Cat crawled over and began to lick it.

"That's a good puppy."

I masturbated even more furiously now. This was incredible.

"Did she know you hypnotized her?" I asked, breathlessly.

"Oh no," Emma responded. "she has no idea she's been in my hypnotic thrall for weeks now. She's so obedient and responsive. It helped that your mother has been hypnotizing her for some time now. I will absolutely have to teach you how to put her under your command as well. She's so devoted to you."

My mind raced. My mother was hypnotizing my girlfriend? I knew they spoke once in a while, even would do a Zoom, but this...I wasn't sure what I made of this. I made a mental note to remember this and delve deeper.

Emma ran her hand through Cat's hair, and Cat gave a few woofs of approval. Then Emma turned her gaze back to me.

"But I did promise her to turn you into a puppy and well, I keep my promises." Emma smiled. "It's puppy time, Samantha."

And just like that, it felt as if a switch was being flipped in my head; no longer a human, becoming a dog. I looked at my hands and I saw they were slowly transforming into paws. My first panicked thought was not concern that I was transforming in a dog, but that I had to get my clothes off while I still could. I stood up and quickly shucked off my panties, skirt and shirt, in that order. I was mostly concerned about my panties because I didn't want them to impede my tail. And sure enough, as soon my panties hit the floor, I began to feel it growing out the back of my tailbone. I turned around and saw a dark, soft, furry tail begin to grow. It sent shivers down my spine as it grew out. In fact there was soft fur growing all over my body. Apparently I am a short-haired breed.

As soon as my shirt had come off, I got down on my hands and knees, lest I tip over when my body full transformed. My legs were turning into hind legs, and my hands here now almost completely paws. I felt my ears growing floppy. Felt my nose transforming. I thought of the transformation in An American Werewolf in London, but instead of pain, everything was incredibly pleasurable.