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That made sense to Nicole. She was happy. She didn't want to do anything that might change that. "Thank you, Trish." Keeping her eyes closed, Nicole leaned up and gave Trish a peck on the cheek. "I hope we can do this more often. And I want to make it up to you tomorrow. Right now, I'm just . . . So tired . . ."

The room was silent for a moment aside from the gentle breathing from Nicole. Alecia stepped closer to the chair as she began talking to Nicole once more. "With the memory now over, Nicole, you can feel yourself slipping right back into that comforting trance, just as deep as before. Nothing can disturb you in this state right now, feeling your mind drift further downward until I speak to you again."

At Alecia's prompting, Trish slid out of the chair from under Nicole, careful not to disturb her any more than she had to. Soon she was staring down on Nicole as the tranced girl adjusted her position.

Turning to the class, Alecia said, "As you can see, even just one memory can change a person. But we have more time, let's see what other memories of hers we can alter?" With that, Alecia leaned back towards Nicole and began whispering into her ear once more.

* * *

Three . . . Two . . . One!

Nicole raised her head up and enjoyed a silent yet mighty yawn, stretching her arms as much as she could from her desk in the back corner of the classroom. However, any remnant grogginess evaporated once she realized she had fallen asleep during class. She hoped the teacher hadn't noticed, but a glance to the front of the room revealed that the teacher wasn't even there. Nicole glanced around at the other students and found that half of them were gone as well.

"Well, there goes one class wasted," Jenn said. "Pretty irresponsible for a tenured professor." She shoved the remainder of her supplies in her purse before storming out of the class, grumbling to herself.

The few that remained in the class followed suit. Nicole breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she didn't miss any of the class, but couldn't help but worry over the whereabouts of her teacher. She made a mental note to check in on Prof. Matuszewich later, but with class over, she was off to the rest of her plans for the day.

Nicole entered her apartment, tossing her bag onto the counter on her way towards her bedroom. She waved to her goldfish along the way, backtracking as she remembered to feed him. With that task complete, she was off to get ready for her shower.

Date nights were always so stressful for Nicole. The moments preceding them were just the worst. She agonized over her appearance, never quite certain which look she should go for, or if it would be enough for Daniel. Should she wear her hair up in a ponytail, or let it flow over her shoulders? She recalled Trish once saying she looked cute with her hair up, so perhaps Daniel would as well.

Inspiration seemed to smile on her today. Every choice she had to make, she tried to imagine what Trish would do, and then it seemed so obvious. Before long, she was ready, and Nicole breathed a sigh of relief. A final glance in the mirror had her feeling both satisfied and confident. "Wish me luck, Otis," she said with a wave, and she was soon out the door.

Waiting was always the hardest part. She already knocked on the door, but the time between then and when it opened gave her mind an opportunity to worry about the coming events. Any number of things could go wrong. She might say the wrong thing, or her expectations might not match up with Daniel's, and the night could be ruined.

It didn't help that she always tried to be early. In her mind, it was more favorable than keeping Daniel waiting. But this just meant more chances that she would arrive when he was still getting ready, too busy to let her in.

Nicole shook away the doubts in her head. The night was going to go fine. With one last deep breath to settle her nerves, she knocked on the door again. This time it didn't take long to hear shuffling from inside, and then the door opened before her. "Oh! Um . . . Trish?"

It wasn't just the fact that Trish was standing in front of her that gave Nicole pause. Nicole also couldn't believe how amazing Trish looked right now. Her silky red dress that flowed down to mid thigh but hugged everywhere above the hips so well that it had to have been a custom fit. Her long black hair that framed her face and spilled down her back that must have taken an hour to style. Her dark, seductive lips, smirking in a way that made Nicole just want to press her own against them. Her smokey eyes that demanded Nicole's attention. Nicole had never seen her friend look so beautiful, so captivating, so . . . arousing.

"Well you certainly look like a deer lost in the headlights right now, don't you, Niccy?"

Nicole shook her head, unsure why she had been staring at her friend for so long. "Trish, why are you . . .?" She grabbed the patio bannister and leaned back, looking at the front of the house. It seemed . . . off, yet correct at the same time. Her instincts were telling her she was at the right place, but she had been expecting . . . someone else?

"Well don't just stand there, come on in. You're right on time!"

Nicole let Trish guide her into the house, looking up at her the whole time. It was clear that Trish was expecting her, or at least wasn't as surprised to see Nicole by the front door. So why was Nicole so confused? "Trish, what am I doing here?"

Trish smiled, that warm smile that always—always?—put Nicole's mind at ease. "What do you mean? You're here for our scheduled date, of course! Every Friday night, remember?"

Nicole laughed. Trish always played the best pranks. Nicole chided herself for falling for it and for getting so worked up over some dumb joke. Trish must have planned this with Daniel. He was probably waiting just around the corner, maybe with a camera in hand to jump out and get a picture of her goofy reaction.

The smile fell from Nicole's face as she looked around the room. That didn't explain why she found herself at Trish's place. And how did Trish know about their scheduled date nights? Perhaps Daniel had told her. That made some sense.

Yet Trish didn't look like she was playing a prank. There was a look in her eyes that Nicole couldn't place, but it certainly wasn't one she would make if she were joking. Trish must actually believe they were on a date right now, that they had regularly gone on dates.

Well that was easy to resolve. Nicole just had to think about her last date with Daniel, and that would prove Trish wrong.

She thought back to last Friday. Nicole remembered it being colder than usual, as she had decided to forego the sensual outfit she had planned in favor of something warmer. She spent extra time on her hair and makeup to compensate, and hoped it would be appreciated. It seemed Trish had come to a similar decision, as Nicole noted when the two met up at the river walk.

Even with a few extra layers, Trish still looked so beautiful under the moonlight. As they sat next to the water, Nicole would feel content just letting Trish hold her for hours on end. It seemed Trish had other ideas, as their conversation soon drifted towards discussions that Nicole didn't feel quite comfortable having in such a public place.

Yet Trish still managed to put Nicole on edge. As much as Nicole was enjoying the romantic atmosphere, it became more and more difficult to not just push Trish over and climb on top. By the end, Nicole was begging for Trish to take her home so she could tear her clothes off and stick her tongue between Trish's legs.

It was a good thing they both decided against heels that day, as the sprint to Trish's car, hand in hand, would have been too difficult otherwise. Nicole didn't mind that taking Trish's car meant they'd have to pick hers up the next day. She was more interested in keeping herself worked up during the ride and, better yet, teasing Trish with her free hand. Driving on her own would not have been feasible.

Luck did not favor them that day, however. Just as they were about to take off, Trish had been called into work. There was nothing she could do about it, she had told Nicole. The two parted ways, but Nicole made sure to see to herself the moment she got home. Trish was the only one on her mind when she came all over her hand.

The important thing was, Trish had promised to make it up to her next week. Just the thought of what that meant was enough to bring Nicole back to plunging her fingers into herself. And after the second satisfying orgasm of the night, she fell right asleep.

"So are you going to say something, or would you rather stare at the wall all night?"

Of course. How did Nicole forget? She was here for her next date night with Trish. The one that was promised to her. The one that they were going to . . . God, Trish looked so beautiful right now, somehow even more so than before. "Sorry, I . . . I don't know why I was so confused just now." She looked around the room and realized she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

* * *

"I heard some troubling things from one of your classmates." Prof. Matuszewich was normally a cheerful woman. Not many had seen her show any sort of stern behavior. It was a fact she was proud of, as she did not like to be strict. Positivity breeds success, as she would say. Yet some matters required a serious approach.

"Who told you? Brian?"

Prof. Matuszewich sighed. "It's not important." Not quite true, as some students were a bit more reliable than others, but she'd prefer to leave them anonymous and avoid any retaliation, if possible. "What is important is the allegation that was brought up. This is not a trivial thing, Alecia. What you did could have some drastic ramifications. I thought you knew better than this, and quite frankly I'm disappointed."

Alecia let out a casual chuckle. "You're exaggerating a bit, don't you think? I'm just having some fun. No one is getting hurt."

"Look, Alecia. You have a gift. Many, in fact. You don't need me to tell you that you have a bright future ahead of yourself. But this interest in hypnosis . . . Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I didn't make it clear enough when you first asked me about it. Hypnosis is a tool, and a powerful one at that. You have to show it the proper respect. You have to be responsible with how you use it. It's something that should only be used to help others. It's not some game or parlor trick for your own amusement. Am I making myself clear to you?"

Alecia paused, but before long the confident smile left her face as she deflated in her chair. "You're right. I'm sorry. I got carried away."

Prof. Matuszewich moved her glasses up to rub the bridge of her nose. "I'll just cut to the chase. I'll be looking into the validity of what I was told. I hate to resort to this, but this is not something I can just turn my back on. I hope you understand." She took a moment to regard Alecia, but the girl had her eyes downcast, avoiding her gaze. She had such regard for the young woman, it was a shame for that image to be tarnished even the slightest.

Prof. Matuszewich began arranging the papers on her desk. "I'll be speaking to Ms. Orloff next. I need to make sure that she's okay, and that there are no lasting complications as a result of your 'fun.' Once my assessment is done, I'll contact you with my decision on any possible disciplinary action. Know that I'll also be suggesting that she maintain her distance from you, going forward. I think you should do the same. That is all."

The teacher had Alecia's file put away before she realized that Alecia had not moved from her seat. "We are done here, Alecia. I'm sure you have somewhere to be."

Alecia cocked her head to the side. "You know, speaking of hypnosis, I always found the concept of trigger words to be of particular interest. Don't get me wrong, there's so much about the subject that is fascinating, but there's something . . . satisfying about the simpleness of a trigger. Just one word—though really anything could be used—can bring about a specific response in someone. I think those experiments were some of the most enjoyable."

Alecia had a look of longing as she stared towards the ceiling reminiscing. It unsettled Prof. Matuszewich, surprised at the way Alecia spoke about the topic with such reverence. She was too stunned by Alecia's change in attitude to respond. Alecia snapped back to attention to continue before Prof. Matuszewich had a chance to process what she heard. "I've moved on to more complicated experiments now. It'd be a real shame for all my work to be undone. I'm rather proud of how my little projects are turning out. I'm sure if you could see things from my perspective, you'd understand."

Prof. Matuszewich rose from her chair and rounded her desk to open her office door. She kept her eyes on Alecia the entire time. "You need to leave, Alecia. Now."

Alecia stood up but made no motion to leave. "Why, Susan, you look so concerned! Are you by any chance afraid of a few simple words?"

"Don't be preposterous. You've been watching too many movies. The sorts of things you've mentioned . . . Let's just say you're not helping your cause. I'm afraid I'll have to keep this in mind when considering your writeup."

Alecia slinked towards Prof. Matuszewich. The teacher stood her ground, but the predatory look on Alecia made her feel very much like prey. "Preposterous? Maybe. If that's the case, then you shouldn't have anything to worry about if I said something like . . . Clear Cascades, should you?"

"Clear . . . I . . ." Prof. Matuszewich knew she should say something. She was the teacher, she should be the one in charge of the situation, not the student. Yet suddenly she was filled with the desire to remain silent. Even as a colleague of hers walked by her office, unable to see her as he passed, she couldn't muster the will to call out for help. No, it was important for her to listen, so that was all she would do.

"That's it, Susan." Alecia reached up to hold Prof. Matuszewich's face in her hands. "Just listen to my voice. You've been living with your false memories for long enough. You've done well for me, but it's time for your true memories to come out."

"Nnn . . ." Prof. Matuszewich surprised herself with her own struggles.

"Shh, it's okay. Just let those false memories fade away. Remember who you truly are, Susan. Remember." Alecia drew closer, wrapping one arm around the teacher's waist and letting the other run through her hair, moving her head in slow, gentle circles.

Prof. Matuszewich's eyes began to droop. It felt like Alecia was speaking to her through a wall. To her relief, she could still understand the words. She tried to remember who she was. She could feel the memories in her head shifting around, slotting into place. She was still a teacher, yes. But she was also so much more than that.

Alecia's face came back into focus, and Susan looked at her for the first time that day. Except something was wrong. It took a moment for her to figure it out, but when she did, she was sure to correct it. She dropped to her knees as fast as she could and stared up at Alecia. Yes, that was it. That was the perspective from which to look upon her mistress's face.

Alecia smiled down on her. "There you are. Do you feel better now, my pet?"

Susan nuzzled Alecia's hand and purred. "Yes, Mistress."

"You had me worried for a moment. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I saw some resistance in you just now. Please tell me I'm not mistaken."

Susan shook her head vigorously. "No, Mistress! I would nev-" She paused. That would mean that Mistress was mistaken. Mistress was never wrong, but Susan couldn't even fathom the idea of resisting her. Her heart sank as she agonized over how to answer, looking up at Alecia with eyes that began to water.

"Don't worry, slave. I'm not upset."

Susan beamed in response and began to kiss at Mistress's hand as it stroked her cheek. Her heart settled, knowing that she didn't upset her mistress. Now she could focus her thoughts on how to best serve her.

"I must say, though. Your other self was certainly causing me some issues again."

At a previous time, Susan knew she would have been fraught in response to what Mistress said. She was glad that Mistress was benevolent enough to make sure she didn't worry about what her false self did ever since the first time it became an issue.

Susan didn't know why Mistress allowed that horrible personality to come out, but there were many things she didn't know about Mistress. Far be it from her to question it. If it was important, Mistress would tell her.

"But that's okay. I just need some information from you."

"Anything, Mistress!" Susan straightened up even more, desperate to be of help.

Alecia did so love to see her slave just like she was. As she regarded her, she couldn't help but indulge a bit before she got around to business. "Why don't you go ahead and get out of those clothes first, it's such a shame to see your beautiful body all hidden from my view.

Voicing her willingness, Susan set to work on her task, pulling her disgusting coverings off as quickly as she could. She was half done when Alecia moved to close the door, chuckling. "As much as I'm sure you'd do this with an audience, I can't go having you fired just yet."

Mistress was right. Susan didn't care who walked past. If Mistress wanted her to strip, she would. She'd burn the offensive garments right then and there just for displeasing Mistress. As the door clicked shut, Susan pulled off the last item and threw it to the ground in disdain, thankful that it no longer disgraced her skin.

After pulling her own pants down, Alecia hopped up on Prof. Matuszewich's desk and scooched right to the edge. She then beckoned Susan over, enjoying her slave's swaying rear as she crawled on the floor. Alecia dragged one finger slowly over her slit and said, "Tell me, slave. Would you like for permission to put your mouth here?"

Susan had been hoping that's what Mistress was going to say, but to hear it confirmed left her feeling overjoyed. Her eyes wide, she nodded her head with enough force to send her hair flying every which way, too excited to say anything.

"Very well. Do pleasure yourself while you're at it, and try to cum at the same time as me. I'm sure that will be a nice little challenge for you." Susan made to put her head between Alecia's legs, but Alecia stopped her with one finger. "And don't forget, not a sound. Can't have anyone poking their head in, now can we?"

Susan gave a short nod, waiting for the signal from her mistress to begin. With the subtlest nod in return, Susan went to work.

Not that Susan ever had any reason to doubt her, but right away she knew that Mistress was right. The moment she slipped her fingers into her wet cunt, she felt like she could have cum on the spot. And to be allowed to taste Mistress at the same time . . . How she was going to last long enough was beyond her.

Susan wondered if it would be considered cheating to not move her fingers at all. Pulling them out entirely was clearly too far, but what about keeping them inserted but unmoving? That seemed to go against the spirit of the command, which was also unacceptable. The only logical answer was to maintain as slow a pace as possible to maintain the sanctity of her duties, while also delaying the inevitable. Through sheer force of will, perhaps she could do it.

Of course, even at a snail's pace, the task seemed insurmountable. Just being in Mistress's presence had Susan brimming with arousal, a fact that she was sure Mistress was counting on. There was only one other thing to do to help her cause. If she had any hope, she'd have to make sure to get Mistress off as soon as possible.

Susan set her tongue to work with increased fervor. The results were drastic, much to Susan's relief. Through experience, she could tell when Mistress was getting close. The way she moaned, even when stifled, or the pressure on Susan's head from Mistress' thighs, they all pointed to one absolute fact. Mistress was about to cum.