S.H.E (Seduce, Hypnotise, Enslave) Ch. 05

"The plannnnnn," Stephanie moaned, trying to get the words out in spite of the pleasure, "is to create a situation where there is no way to avoid studying hypnotic kisses, and then--ohhhhhhh--I will be in the prime position to do so. Everything else is downstream of that. Take over a psychology practice to teach--mmmmm--women to hypnotise and men to submit. Next, need--ahh!--need some kind of media outreach. Women I've already taught can--uhhhh--spread the word to other women. Eventually, it will be an open secret, if it's even a secret--oh, pleasepleasepleaseplease--uh, and somebody will have to study it in an official capacity. An ethics board that can overlook free will violations is--mmmnnnngh--a necessity."

"Good girl," I murmured. "Thank you for telling me." My fingers picked up their pace as I ran my tongue over her earlobe. "As a reward, you can cum now. I-"

Stephanie arched her back and let out a soft, gasping moan. Apparently taking my order literally, she was having one of the quietest and most beautiful orgasms I'd ever seen, her body frozen in a moment of searing pleasure.

She fell bonelessly out of my grasp, landing on the bed with a "Hmmmmm," of contentment. My fingers were still wet, so I brought them over to Stephanie's face.

"Taste yourself," I whispered.

Stephanie's lips parted obediently, and she gently sucked my fingers into her mouth, her tongue slowly licking every last drop of her own juices off them. Wow, that was hot. Eventually, and with some reluctance, I extracted my fingers and cuddled up next to her.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I asked, not hurt, just curious. "Why did I have to hypnotise it out of you?"

Her brow furrowed, as if she'd forgotten what we were talking about. I couldn't really blame her.

"It's... better if everyone thinks I have an evil plan," she murmured. "If someone finds out, they might try to stop me by exposing the secret. But it's not a secret. I want people to know. So it's fine. If they think I want people to know, they might try silencing me, which would be worse."

Huh. That was a really good point. Damn, this girl thinks of everything! My curiosity now completely satisfied, I shifted focus.

"I liked what you did earlier, with the pretend handcuffs," I husked. "It was wicked of you, though, and I bet you're expecting me to get revenge."

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded slowly.

"And you can't resist me right now, can you?"

"I can't resist you," she drawled. Did I mention how sexy her voice was when she was hypnotised?!

"So tell me," I murmured, "do you have any sexually-charged fears, that secretly turn you on even though you don't want them to? Give me as much detail as you can."

Her brow furrowed again, as she thought about the question.

Then she told me. My face split into an evil, evil grin.

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"Wake up," I commanded, resisting the urge to snap my fingers. It's what you're supposed to do, isn't it? But I couldn't, not yet.

I could see Stephanie taking stock as she woke up. She was naked, not a huge surprise, but she wasn't handcuffed like I had been. She wasn't wearing anything she wasn't expecting to. She could think clearly. Something surely had to be wrong about this situation, right? She was expecting me to get revenge, after all.

Then she saw me at the foot of the bed. And behind me...

"Oh. Oh, you bitch," she said, covering her delightfully naked body as best she could with her arms.

She was seeing an entire media cohort stationed at the entrance to her bedroom, with video cameras, microphones, portable flashes, the whole lot.

I spread my arms wide, playing the part of the showman. "I invited them all in here because you decided you were ready to show the world your true, unadulterated self. Step right up, ladies and gentlemen!"

The crowd behind me murmured approvingly, and the cameras flashed. At least, I assumed they did, since I couldn't see or hear them. They were only there in Stephanie's mind.

She was blushing like mad, practically curling up into a ball to minimize the amount of skin she was showing. "I'm not sure that I am ready..." she murmured.

"Of course you are!" I exclaimed, soothing in the way that a stage magician might be with a volunteer. That is, not soothing at all. "Now take your hands away so we can see you properly."

She actually fought it, a little bit, or maybe it was all part of the role, but slowly her hands fell to her sides and the assembled crowd started snapping pictures like crazy. I think.

"And spread your legs," I instructed, "we want to see all of you."

It was quite something seeing Stephanie, normally so in control and confident, trapped in a fantasy of her own making where she was shy and submissive. She bit her lip nervously, and then she did spread her legs, exposing her lovely pussy to the world. I helped, pushing her legs apart even further.

"You have a beautiful body," I cooed, "so don't be afraid to show it off." I turned to an imaginary cameraperson. "I think we should get at least one close-up shot of her pussy, don't you? Then one with the rest of her body in frame- there we go..."

I could swear that Stephanie blushed and murmured "Oh, fuck" at exactly the same time I was imagining the camera following my instructions.

"But of course, they're not just here to admire your lovely body," I sang, "though it is lovely. Today's the day you come out to the world as a lesbian!"

"What??" Stephanie yelped. "No, no please, there must be some mistake. I'm not a lesbian, I've never even done anything with a girl, I swear!" She was thrashing around now, trying to protect her modesty again, but her arms had been commanded to stay away from her body. Her legs had been commanded to spread. There was nothing she could do.

"Really?" I smirked. "Prove it, then. Prove you're not into girls by kissing me."

"I, uh- I guess I could, if that will prove it," she stammered.

I crawled up the bed towards her, an evil glint in my eye. I cupped her face in my hand, turning her to the side so the cameras could get a really nice view of our lips. I knew exactly how this would play out. Stephanie had told me so.

"Fuck," she murmured as I brought my face close to hers, "they look so real. They'd better not be real." I saw her eyes darting towards the crowd assembled in her mind, trying to spot a flaw in them like I had done with the handcuffs.

"Ah ah," I lifted her chin, drawing her gaze back to my eyes, "don't look at them. Focus on me. Just let them take their pictures."

I drew her face to mine, and pecked her gently on the lips. When we pulled back I swore I could see the flashes going off behind Stephanie's eyes.

"Not bad for a start," I teased, "how about a longer kiss?"

Before she could protest, I drew her back in. She moaned in surprise, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. She gasped, and made token efforts to kiss me back, her own tongue caressing mine uncertainly. Submissive Stephanie was a trip. You'd think she was kissing a girl for the first time or something. Maybe she was, in her fantasy.

Eventually, I pulled back. "There. Did you enjoy that?"

"N-no," she replied, entirely unconvincingly.

"Well, that's alright!" I said brightly. "There's other ways to identify lesbians. Do you think you'd enjoy yourself if I sucked on your nipples?"

"What? No!" Stephanie instinctively covered her breasts up-

"Hands. at. your sides." I intoned firmly, and Stephanie jumped, caught disobeying. Her hands reluctantly relaxed.

"There, isn't that better?" I purred, cupping my hands under her breasts and lifting them up for the cameras. "You're very proud of these, aren't you? They need to be commemorated, immortalised, don't they ladies and gentlemen?"

Stephanie shuddered and blinked, turning away for what I assumed was an imaginary flash bulb going off in her face. I was really straddling the line between fear and lust now. I had to be extra-careful.

"Just relax," I soothed, "you only have to prove you're not a lesbian by letting me suck on your nipples. That should be easy for you, right?"

Stephanie nodded defiantly, so I leaned down and sucked hard on her left nipple.

She arched her back and tried not to moan with pleasure. "Ahhh! Um, ow! That hurt."

Sure it hurt, I smirked inwardly, as if I don't already know how much you can take.

Outwardly I said "Well if that was too painful for you, maybe this," I trailed my tongue very slowly and teasingly around her nipple, "is more your speed?"

"N-nope," Stephanie shuddered, "doesn't f-feel good at all."

I switched to the right nipple, and got the same stubborn answer.

I pressed her breasts together from the side, giving her a fantastic cleavage that the cameras probably loved, and rapidly licked both nipples at the same time.

Stephanie once again pretended that her gasp of pleasure was a gasp of pain, somehow. I motioned to empty air, pretending I was asking for a camera to get a nice profile shot of my tongue caressing her nipples. I swore that in response, she thrust her chest out a little further.

Then I stopped, leaving her panting with need.

"Well that didn't work," I pouted, knowing full well that it did, "but luckily there's a third, absolutely foolproof way of identifying a lesbian!"

You can probably guess what the third way was.

I positioned myself down between her legs, making sure the cameras would be able to see clearly as my tongue poked out and teased the lips of her pussy.

Stephanie shuddered, and I knew that my command to keep her hands at her sides was preventing her from pulling me closer, not pushing me away as she wanted to pretend.

"Does this feel good?" I murmured, punctuating my words with gentle licks so there could be no doubt what this was.

Again, a resolute, stubborn, completely unbelievable "Nooo," was her only reply.

So I continued. Lick, lick, liiiick, focusing entirely on her clit, not allowing her a moment's respite. Stephanie squirmed and thrashed and bit her lip, but to her credit, not once did she moan in pleasure.

I could have stayed down there all day, to be honest, but eventually I hauled myself up and kissed her again. Letting her taste herself, 'reluctantly'. I could imagine the whoops and cheers from the crowd.

"Well? Are you going to let me go now?" Stephanie glared at me. "I've proven that I'm not interested in girls."

I gave my best wicked laugh, and stroked her face with my hand. "On the contrary! You've just proven that you are."

"W-what?!" she replied in shock.

I stood up again, bringing in a little stage performer flourish. I gestured to the phantom crowd behind me. "Why, this entire time they've been taking pictures of you naked in front of a girl, kissing a girl, having your nipples sucked by a girl, being licked by a girl. That's what everyone's going to see. And everyone knows only lesbians do those things, don't they?"

I know, that didn't make a lot of sense, but it was in the script Stephanie gave me when she was under. I was having a tough time figuring it out myself. Did she get off on... compromising positions?

Either way, my latest revelation finally broke her resolve. "Oh god," she mumbled, "you're right. They've seen everything..."

"You might as well admit it, then," I said, gently but firmly.

Stephanie lifted her head to meet my gaze, and mumbled "I like women."

"And now, the whole world knows it!" I clapped my hands gleefully.

I thought that was a bit much, but Stephanie shivered with pleasure and whispered "ohfuck".

"Come on then," I hauled her up, "let's show everyone how much of a lesbian you are!"

We spent the next few minutes posing for the 'cameras' in a wide variety of ways that confirmed, for anyone who doubted, that Stephanie did indeed like women.

Me holding Stephanie's head on my pussy, so she was forced to lick; her on elbows and knees, wrapping her arms around my thighs to bury her face even deeper.

Stephanie taking a turn sucking my nipples.

Stephanie on her knees while I leaned down to kiss her.

Stephanie eyeing my strap-on with nervous anticipation. It was actually Stephanie's own, since this was her house and her collection of sex toys, but I wasn't going to let a detail like that get in the way of her fantasy.

Finally, my favourite one, me reaching around to finger Stephanie's pussy while she kept her legs perfectly spread. That one was more of an action shot than the rest, if you see what I mean.

"Mmmm, you love me fingering you in front of all these people?" I cooed.

"Mmmmmnn, yes" Stephanie groaned.

"Are you going to be a good girl and cum while they watch?"

"Yesssss."

"Everyone will see."

"Yes. Oh yes, they will."

"And you hate that, don't you?"

"I hate it," Stephanie admitted, "and I love it."

"Smile for the cameras, then" I whispered, flicking her earlobe with my tongue.

As it turned out, that was all I needed to set Stephanie off. She collapsed against me, gasping in the throes of her orgasm. I took the opportunity to lean down and kiss her, letting her ride it out as she moaned into my mouth.

Our tongues continued lazily intertwining for a while as she came down gently. I pulled away only to snap my fingers and say "See? They're gone now."

She looked. It had been hard to resist snapping my fingers for this long, because that was what hypnotic mistresses did, after all. But the snap was the final trigger. Whatever phantoms her mind had conjured up were gone.

"Thank goodness," she sighed, sinking back into the pillows, "they genuinely did look real, even if I knew they weren't."

"I wouldn't do that to you," I reassured her, stroking her stomach with calming fingers. "You said I could only be a little bit evil."

"True," she mused, "actually evil would have been planting a single real camera behind all of the fake ones."

"Damn, I should have done that," I joked.

I was content to continue spooning Stephanie for a while, but she abruptly twisted around to face me. Her eyes were shining, a little.

"Thank you," she breathed, "for sharing that with me. I know it was a little weird."

"If it's not my place to ask, that's fine," I soothed, "but I am curious to know where a fantasy like that comes from."

Stephanie nodded, composing herself a bit.

"The first time I kissed a girl," she said, "I knew immediately that it was something I wanted, in terms of my sexuality."

I nodded, understanding perfectly. I wasn't sure if I ever told Stephanie, but her initial attempts to hypnotise me in some guy's dorm room were my own first kisses with a girl, and I'd felt exactly the same way then.

"But," she sighed, "we got caught."

"Oh." There wasn't much else to say. I had a pretty good idea of what getting caught could mean.

She went on, "My parents didn't really have a handle on what they called 'the whole gay thing'. Most people in the community were even worse, due to their religious leanings, and they loved passing judgement on anyone less virtuous than themselves. Homophobia was bread and butter for their dinner-table gossip, and they threw out the worst insults you could think of like it was nothing. Even the not-so-devout ones still had baked-in ideas about women and sexuality. You get the idea."

I very much got the idea.

"So, I'd taken this girl to a nice secluded spot, and I'd kissed her, she enjoyed it... so we kept going. At some point I forgot to keep checking that there was no-one around, and before I knew it a boy our age stumbled upon us, with our tongues in each other's mouths and, I believe, one of my hands on her breast."

"What did he do, then?" I asked.

"Well, you know how it goes," Stephanie said airily. "When a guy sees two girls kissing in front of him, the second thing he whips out is a camera."

I snorted, muffling myself in her shoulder, and murmured "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I know, I shouldn't laugh, but-"

"It's alright," Stephanie smiled, "it was my joke, after all. By the time I saw him, it was too late. I think I reacted fast, breaking away and so on, but he'd already taken a photo. Obviously, seeing my face, he knew there was no hope of him staying as an audience for our little tryst, and he already had his photo, so he just... turned and ran. I was left to console the girl, who was overwhelmed from having to deal with her awakening bisexuality and a sudden, terrible fear of how her parents might react, all at the same time. She freaked out and ran off, swearing blind that she'd never met me in her life."

"Ouch," I winced.

"It wasn't her fault. She was shy, and reserved. I was the more outgoing, the more socially active. So the brunt of it fell on me, or that's how it felt. People talked, others listened. Before long, everyone knew I was a Satanist who seduced and corrupted innocent Christian girls. Or I was a slut who was up for anything, depending on the age group. But it was still just rumour, and I was spared a lot worse by the fact that there was no proof. I spent my days living in fear that one day, the picture would leak out and seal my fate."

She took a deep breath. "And then, gradually, that fear turned into excitement. I started masturbating and wondering if my picture was being taken by some sly interloper at that very moment, which would make me masturbate harder. If they were going to talk, let them have proof."

"That's... very interesting," I admitted, brushing her hair out of her eyes. "Is it, like, a humiliation thing?"

"Nnno, not really" she pondered. "I'm not sure. It's not enough that people see me doing things, or judge me for them. There have to be pictures, and the knowledge that they're out there, and someone I know could stumble on them at any moment. I'd say it's a strange hybrid of blackmail and exhibitionist. I must have given you a really intense version of the fantasy under hypnosis."

I kissed her, slowly, warmly, letting her know there was no judgement. "Well thank you for sharing it with me."

We cuddled for a while, our hands playfully exploring each other without committing to anything.

Then my curiosity got the better of me again, and I asked "So, what happened to the picture?"

"Oh," Stephanie replied airily, "I eventually managed to corner the boy in private, demanded he tell me who he sent it to. He admitted that he was so focused on the sight of us kissing that he fumbled his phone. The only thing he had from that day was a very blurry picture of some grass. It was all just hearsay."

"Hah!" I grinned. "I wonder what he'd say if he knew he gave you a whole new kink just by keeping you in suspense like that."

"From my understanding of male sexuality," she replied slyly, "I think he'd probably still count that as a win."

I giggled. "Speaking of which, erm, I kind of hypnotised you to tell me your full evil plan."

Stephanie arched an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"I like it!" I said quickly. "It's a good plan! I was just wondering if... if you'd like my help."

She blinked. "You want to be part of it? On a regular basis?"

"Definitely!" I replied, enthused. "I even had some ideas, cause you said the next phase of your plan was media outreach."

"Ah, yes, I'm having difficulty with that one," she admitted. "I'm not sure what I can do other than have my patients spread the word covertly until it catches on in places other than my office."

"Well, in your patients, including the men you hypnotise, you already have an audience," I reasoned. "You just need a focal point for them to gather around, that they can promote your ideas with."

"Yes," she mused, "but what?"

I told her my idea. Her face split into an evil grin that mirrored my own.