Under Her Spell

I tried to risk a look down at my crotch but I couldn't see past my chest without lifting my head high enough to be noticeable. I tried to dismiss my fears about my wetness being discovered. I was here to orgasm, wasn't I? What would be the harm in letting her know I was ready?

Oh shit, I was here to orgasm, wasn't I!

My body shivered in nervousness and shameful arousal. The throbbing was growing by the second. If this was how it felt before any hypnosis how would I survive what was to come?

She fiddled with the headset and set about broadcasting the video onto the screen inside it.

"So, we're actually going to do something very similar to last time except instead of only relaxing you, the aim is to turn your body and mind on so much that you inevitably orgasm at a completely scheduled time."

She really had a knack for saying insane things completely naturally.

"Lift your head up." She said as she knelt above my head.

I took in the time to notice her outfit. A small pair of white denim shorts, the bottoms frayed and skin poked through cuts and splits in the material. It was as if her sexuality couldn't be contained by the material. On top a large brown jumper, I could see furry insides through her hood but a complete lack of any other material underneath. It wasn't all she was wearing was it?

Darkness started to slip at the edge of my vision as she pushed the headset over me. Soon, just like last time, I was separated from the world. The floor, mat and towel beneath me. Her presence around me.

I suddenly realised she had put the headset on without telling me what was going on. Was this part of her seduction, so I would focus on her words even more? Or perhaps she simply liked seeing me naked and with a headset on?

I heard her move around me, I was certain she was now standing at my feet. I could only picture the view she had of me.

"So, to start with I'm going to ask you to breathe deeply..."

She was right, we did start very similarly to last time.

She told me to breathe deeply and I did. She asked me to relax my muscles and I did that too. Her first session and my repeated usage of her audios seemed to allow me to slide into it so easily. I felt myself going deeper than I had before and felt my limbs and body melt into the floor.

The swirling pattern from before was absent but instead the screen was filled by a recording of her grey, glowing cube sitting on the same floor I laid on. Its rhythmic pulsing had the same effect as the swirls and soon led to my eyes glazing over and closing. The few times they did flicker open, the image and cocooning effect of the headset encouraged me back into my daze just as quickly.

I'm not sure at what point she started to change things but I became aware of it as she encouraged me to imagine heat building inside me.

"...let it tingle throughout every nerve. We're going to have it stretching right to your fingertips. Okay and each click is going to now send that wave of heat through you again."

She snapped her fingers and I felt warmth roll over my body, not only to my fingertips but across my chest and my legs. I don't know if it was incidental or if she had commanded it at some point but I knew that the bulk of the heat was split between two areas. It was flowing out of my extremities, my fingers and toes, and building between my vagina and chest.

She continued her calming directions. The heat, the electricity she described, I felt it all. My body began to tingle and I lost any sense of how long it had been. Twenty minutes? Longer? Were we almost finished or just starting?

"That's it, keep that warmth building and moving about your body. So calm, so warm."

The feeling of arousal was welling up inside of me. I began to fidget as she talked but she made no attempt to stop me. My body was relaxed but it was as though my muscles couldn't help but clench and move. My legs tensed and rolled and my arms slid around in miniscule ways on the mat.

Click

"Good. Good girl, there we go. It's so relaxing in this warm space. Heat curling around your limbs. It's building inside you," She breathed out slowly, and exiting your body."

My own breathing was starting to come in pants and I could tell that soon we would be approaching the countdown. She had told me a countdown was coming, not a countdown to coming out of my trance, a countdown to my orgasm. When would that happen? She had told me these feelings would get intense but that her countdown would build that anticipation so I was pushed over the edge at the proper time.

But the edge seemed so close and she hadn't even mentioned counting down!

My hips and legs wriggled with the pleasure and warmth I could feel and my heart jackhammered in my chest. I felt like I was driftwood on a rough sea. I wasn't worried about sinking but I didn't think it possible I could remain still. Her voice caught me and dragged me back into the trance but at the same time it sped me onwards.

"That's it, just relax and feel that warmth caressing your skin slowly. It's like little kisses, it starts on your chest, just brushing the bottom of your stomach before rising up to your nipples. So warm and tingly."

I flickered between calm and frantic. In each breath I slumped into relaxation before switching into tense ecstasy. My stomach muscles clenched hard with each breath and the air felt hot in my throat. Was this the true intensity of Jessica's hypnosis?

I felt it glowing inside me, white hot and burning pleasure was waiting to be released. It had risen to an insane temperature.

"Okay- good," She sounded uncharacteristically concerned. Like she was not totally in control. She was reassuring us both. It was endearing.

"Just continue to focus on my voice as you sink slower. Sinking into a warm comfy blanket as you slowly feel that pleasure gently growing. Soon, it will explode out of you."

Click

I couldn't stop it. Regardless of her control it was all too much, I was overstimulated and my mind was racing as fast as my heart.

My eyes shot open and were greeted with a bright pulse of the cube's colour in the darkness of the headset. The pre-recorded light that was so dull before seemed to grow brighter than it ever had and I felt it flowing into me. Her voice was outside my little cocoon but somehow surrounding me, the sound of her click seemed to resonate and reverberate against every wall. The white-hot flame filled my whole body and my fingers and toes curled and clenched. I felt that heat rush downwards to my core and explode as my orgasm hit.

My back arched off the mat and my butt pushed into the soft towel below me, my shoulders delightfully rubbing against the floor. I shut my eyes and felt my chest tighten as I rode the waves of pleasure. It burnt every nerve in my body and then flooded out of me like I was deflating.

Shuddering and all of a sudden, my body flopped back onto the mat and I lay still, my heart still thumping inside my chest. I lay there for a few moments feeling my body still twitch slightly before becoming irritated by the glow inside the headset. I pulled if off me and squinted at the light from the room. My eyes adjusted as I blinked and out of the fuzziness her figure emerged.

I knew my body was flushed and I could feel my face grow a deeper shade of red as I knew what had happened. Looking up I saw Jessica, her mouth open and her hands frozen in place, mid gesture. Her eyes were focused directly on my crotch that I could feel was still clenching through aftershocks. I was too tired to move so I did nothing to hide my body, she had already seen so much, what harm would leaving her to view me do?

"So..." She started, moving her hands to play with her hair.

I sighed, "So..."

There was some lingering awkwardness, that much was inevitable. We had been heading that way ever since we set up this session but we must have both been avoiding thinking about it. How was such an erotic situation ever going to be brushed off so easily? Regardless as to whether it was a method of seduction by either of us or not, we had crossed a line whilst still beating around the bush about our intentions. Going so far whilst concealing so much was never going to work in the long term. The fact that things had not gone quite to plan had made things even more awkward.

Jessica, the one who usually would handle such a situation, had seemingly been taken by surprise and was quite untalkative. She didn't tease me once as I regained my senses.

Not about orgasming so suddenly, before her command, not at the liquid that had poured out of me and soaked the towel she had thankfully placed down, not even at the state I was in with my eyes half lidded, chest flushed and heaving, and legs lewdly still spread. I didn't have the strength to make myself look presentable. After a long time she checked I was okay and then rushed out of the room to get a glass of water for me. I'd never seen her run away like that.

When she returned it was even worse. Babbling replaced her silence and she fell over her words, explaining how she would have to refine the script or maybe test it on those in the community she had met online. She put up many excuses about how everyone reacts differently and that it could have been anything that tipped me over the edge well before she was ready.

She was surprised. I didn't blame her. A woman, so certain of her own abilities and control, had found herself completely overwhelming her quarry in a way she never intended.

I'll admit a lot of what we discussed in that half an hour or so washed right over me but the general idea stuck. No matter what we talked about, we were both avoiding the obvious answer to all of this. It wasn't that I was easily aroused, it wasn't that her routine was flawed, there was no rogue arousing stimuli. Nothing had gone wrong, not on her part. What had happened, plain and simple, was that I was too turned on by her and what she was doing to me to last long enough for her to complete her seduction.

Between another pair, this might have been a triumph. An early step, affirming our connection. A chance to drop the façade. But for us, taking it so slow and teasingly, both playing around the idea of what we could be and how much control we had over the other, it stopped both of us in our tracks.

Thinking back on it, it really is fortunate we went to the party. Otherwise, who knows if we would have ever recovered. If the after effects of that session had appeared while we were alone in the flat I doubt we would have acted the way we did. Not going to that party might have ruined us.

We had already agreed to go before anything had happened so I'm sure both of us, now overly self-conscious, felt that backing out would acknowledge that something really was amiss. So, for three days we acted as though there was no problem with me orgasming in front of her or for her to have tried to coax an orgasm out of me with just her voice..

Our relationship did not progress at all as we both acted as though it was all perfectly normal. Still, at least for me, the feelings still lingered.

I forced myself not to watch her hypnosis videos but that seemed to make little difference to my libido. It was as high as ever, if not higher, and I felt as though I was constantly on the precipice. My mind was so eager to return to that warm comfortable room with that voice I heard all around the house. As we walked to the house party our friends had set up, I couldn't help but wonder how I would get through such a night and seem positive and happy, when so much remained upon my mind.

As it turned out. I needn't have worried, Jessica had no such issues and captivated all of us as usual. As I drank and watched everyone laugh, I even started to believe that maybe there was no need to change things. It wasn't everyone's normal but I'm certain we were far from the only flatmates who had messed around once before in their lives. I was attracted to her, no doubt, but it wasn't like I wouldn't be able to remain friends with her. My libido would fade again, over time and as long as I didn't agree to get hypnotised again, Jessica would eventually become un-entangled with my lust. That would be fine. It would be how it should be.

Those were my thoughts just before she did it.

"I know right! The month seems to have gone by just like-"

Click

My hips rolled forward and my eyes fluttered. I stopped myself before I moved much more.

She caught it straight away. I know she did. Her click had been thoughtless but now she was very conscious of her two fingers. Maybe the act itself had reminded her or maybe my reaction was just too similar to what she'd seen before.

The others were all still laughing and joking, agreeing on the apparent rapid pace of the month but Jessica looked at me with a curious expression and for both of us, time seemed slower than ever. Her focus has shifted, her mind had left the role of entertainer far behind even if her body continued telling her story for the benefit of our friends. Politely she excused herself and walked towards the kitchen, beckoning me with a finger. I followed behind her without a moment's hesitation.

We got into the kitchen and she turned to me grinning.

I decided to start the conversation as nonchalantly as possible, "What's up -".

Click

I pushed my legs together, hunching slightly before I relaxed once again.

"Whaa..?"

Click

This time I whimpered and my eyes fluttered rapidly, as if struggling to remain open. They felt so heavy. And inside...there was this warmth and calm. I released my shoulders which were lighter than they were before, the tension of the party had disappeared.

I realised Jessica was smirking.

"What...what is happening?" I asked.

"This is fascinating. I can't believe it. I've never had a trance persist for so long." She peered at me and moved her head from side to side as if she would see something she couldn't already see.

"You've hypnotised me? When?"

She gave a short laugh. "When? Three days ago. Don't tell me you've forgotten. It's impressive that the suggestion has remained. Did we get interrupted I wonder?"

Click

I clutched at my leg but ready for it this time I resisted the urge to let loose a groan. Heat inside of me fought to get out and my body wished more than anything to relax and let it escape.

"To be honest," she continued, "At this stage I'm not sure whether it is hypnosis or just trained behaviour. Is it truly just the trigger still working on you? Or is your mind expecting your reward, like Pavlov's dog, drooling at just the ring of the dinner bell?"

"How...?" I croaked out.

Click

I bit my lip as my body clenched hard with pleasure and the desire to experience it.

"How? Well my dear, you were just too sensitive last time. You popped off with that little orgasm before I had finished and well...maybe I forgot to bring you out of the trance. There was a whole countdown that needed to be done but listening to my voice was just too overwhelming for you wasn't it? You couldn't help but cum before I had finished. I wonder what all this stimulus is doing to you right now. If I never brought you down from that highest point, the strongest intensity, logically that means you never left. That means you're still there, on that cliff top."

At some point I had closed my eyes and that had let her approach without me realising. With her mouth next to my ear, her whispers caressed me in a way hands never could.

"Are you wet? Are you aroused?"

I was, and from that moment that sensation of damp fabric against my lips became more noticeable than the sound of the music that thumped dully in the other room. But even that dampness was not more noticeable than that damn sound she made. Nothing could ever be as all-encompassing as that-

Click

"O-oh." I let out a tiny cry. A tiny whimper of excitement and frustration.

"Listen, I'll make you a deal. If you can survive until we get home without cumming in those cute knickers in front of everyone, I'll undo the suggestion and bring you out of the trance properly. Would you like that pet?" She smiled sweetly at me as the worlds she spoke rolled over my mind.

"Or maybe, you are so far gone you wouldn't object to being mine forever?"

My mind was foggy as her breath licked my ears but somehow, I managed a nod. For a moment however, I was confused. I wasn't sure as to which option I had given my agreement to.

Click

She didn't make it easy for me, not that I expected her to.

She found so many opportunities to click her fingers that I think even our friends started to be a bit confused. They brought it up at one point and Jessica tactfully brushed it off. It wasn't the strangest thing, it wasn't like anyone but her could tell I was writhing in pleasure each time she did it.

It did only seem to be her. The others clicked a few times when it was brought up but I felt no reaction to the sound when they produced it. Jessica smiled secretly at the confusion that must have been evident on my face. How was it possible for her to link the pleasure to her producing the sound and not to the sound itself? It wasn't like I had seen her behind the headset when she had clicked. How had she associated it with herself? Or, more worryingly, was it I who had subconsciously linked the two?

I kept mostly quiet for the rest of the party, which I suppose wasn't unusual. As the alcohol flowed, the laughter grew and I sat on the sofa feeling out of place. My mind was so far away from the merry atmosphere, it was on Jessica, it was on our flat, it was on what she would do to me when we returned. I felt so disconnected because while they all partied, I sat aroused beyond belief, waiting for my- for my lover to relieve me.

Blood throbbed through my body and I felt my vision become hazy. Lover? No... No? Why not? Why shouldn't I think of her that way? Afterall, when I raised my eyes, I truly couldn't see anyone else. If that isn't a sign of my feelings, what else would be?

I don't remember saying goodbye to anyone. It's possible I didn't. It's possible I was rude and simply left without a word. I'm sure Jessica covered for me. Maybe she had told them I was drunk. Maybe I was, I could barely stand on my own two feet and I clung to my friend as my only support.

My legs were incredibly weak from arousal and I was disorientated but I was conscious of my hand in hers throughout our journey home. I looked at her cheek as she walked slightly ahead of me, it looked smooth to the touch, could I touch it like I was touching her hand?

My mind skipped through time and I only became aware of where I was when I found myself on the floor of her room once more. I suppose it's common to sober up when you realise you're home. There was a towel under my waist again, it felt soft on my skin.

"You know...", came her whisper, "...I usually refrain from touching during a session. I worry things will go wrong, or I'll jolt the subject out of their deep, deep, calm trance."

A pillow under my head supported me and let my eyes relax and close all on their own.

"But I think you deserve a reward, you held out so gallantly. You wriggled and squirmed but I don't think you let out a peep. Which is a shame, because I like the sounds you make."

I felt sharp nails pinch and scratch gently along the skin on my leg. Sparks ignited along their path and I felt a heat start building. Tinder was being piled up and she was blowing on the fledgling glow.

"Touching has risks," she whispered as fingertips danced across my stomach, feeling each muscle, "it could overwhelm, it could surprise, a voice is so much softer."

The moisture of her breath on my ear caused a groan to emerge from my throat. Fingers traced the edges of my breasts.