Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica)

by X, Lexie

  "I'm not going to hurt you."

  "Don't be offended if I don't trust anyone holding that thing!"

  "What - what should I do with it?"

  Aubrey kept crawling toward the stairs as she spoke, half-sobbing. "Lydia said it could make people forget things. Order them to forget they ever knew me. Tell them to sit here for an hour before waking up. I want to be long gone."

  Gwen made a series of confused noises as she tried to comprehend the girl's choices. "Shouldn't we… go to the police?"

  "And tell them what? A magic locket made me go with my best friend to have kinky sex with some random women?"

  "But… this was kidnapping…"

  "Maybe that locket made them do it," she replied, standing shakily and climbing the stairs one unseen step at a time, her hands following the wall. "That thing is evil."

  Gwen stared at the entranced women, and then the girl near her feet. "What about Rachel?"

  Aubrey paused for a moment at the basement door, just long enough to give her unhappy answer. "She's not hypnotized. She wants to be here. Make her forget me, too. I never want to see her again."

  Blinking, Gwen listened to the girl's footsteps overhead, running for the front door in a panic. She had a brief desire to track the girl down before she got too far away, and offer to make her forget this night - but she knew Aubrey would never let herself fall under that power again.

  "Stay here for an hour," she ordered, her voice shaking. She almost couldn't believe the surreal nightmare was actually over, or that the locket would make her orders stick. "Forget you ever knew Aubrey."

  She backed up to the base of the stairs, watching the blank-faced women for any sign of consciousness. When would they wake up? Would they really forget?

  She stared at the locket's gold patterns for a moment, considering whether she should make them forget her, too. She could order them to forget all of it, and forget the locket, too…

  But she had no way of knowing what that might do to them. How long had they had it? Was it really evil? What if none of it was their fault?

  She approached hesitantly, kneeling in front of Lydia. The brunette's large breasts just hung there, nipples hard… and she was so beautiful…

  Still fearful the women might be faking, Gwen poked Lydia's shoulder lightly.

  No reaction followed.

  She couldn't make them forget her - or, more specifically, she didn't want to order Lydia to forget. The things they'd done in that changing room… the things they'd done in that shower… just thinking of them made her body tingle with warmth.

  Reaching down, she slid a hand between Lydia's soft thighs, bringing up a sticky smattering of juices. Sucking her finger clean, she tried to memorize that sweet flavor - her first and favorite taste.

  "I shouldn't have refused that sixty nine…"

  Her forbidden kink satisfied, her body shaking with nervous energy from her own daring, she grabbed her clothes and bolted for the exit.

  ***

  Chapter 3

  Making sure her front door was locked, and the bathroom door locked, and the shower door wedged shut, Gwen slumped down in the steamy heat, finally feeling a modicum of safety. She threw the unhooked locket in a dry corner of the shower, staring at it like it might jump at her.

  Sitting under the flowing water, she let the night's crazy events fall away from her - along with the bodily film of sweat and juices she'd accumulated.

  What was real, and what had just been a product of the locket's powers?

  She was sure, from Emma's and Lydia's comments, that some of her actions and thoughts had not been her own, particularly that strong desire to please her Mistress… but knowing it was hypnosis did not make the memory feel any less real. Touching the tiled wall lightly, she could still feel every little nuance of pleasuring Lydia in that shower. Soft ass in her grip, firm thighs against her arms, a warm mound against her lips, and that sweet flavor under her tongue…

  Instinctively, she slid her hand down, massaging either side of her mound in response to a half-acknowledged arousal.

  Eyes tightly shut, she replayed every moment in that shower; her body pressed against Lydia's, getting off against each other's hands, sinking to her knees to give pleasure, and those few brief moments curled up in a sixty-nine - after her hypnosis orders ended, but before she'd grown skittish and copped out…

  Her massaging fingers began moving with more serious intent.

  Some of it couldn't have been hypnosis. They couldn't possibly have known, couldn't possibly have ordered her inner thoughts so perfectly… those last few moments, before everything had been disrupted, she'd delved deep into her own mind and aroused herself with the thought of being a lesbian.

  Her hand quickened its pace.

  There was no way around it, no way to rationalize it. The fact hit her emotions like a wall, forcing her to internalize it: licking pussy was seriously enjoyable.

  She curled her toes, opened her mouth to breathe deeper, and pressured her clit with her palm as she rubbed. She could feel her entire body flush with heat as the pleasure approached release.

  Impulsively, eyes still closed, her mind still forcefully recreating every detail of the experience, she moved up on her knees - and imagined she was eating Lydia's pussy.

  Her tummy tensed several times, her breathing rapid, as the pleasure built to an incredible pressure, finally releasing in a series of spasms and pants that left her weak.

  She leaned against the wall to catch her breath and finally opened her eyes.

  Her inner lust had made the decision for her - she gazed down at the locket, lying strewn in the corner of the shower. A new craving had awoken inside her, and she knew exactly how to satisfy it…

  She struggled with herself for the next day or two, trying to place her new feelings and desires in context… and trying to decide whether or not she really wanted to use the locket. She had a justifiable fear she might end up like those two women, using hypnosis for depraved satisfaction at any cost.

  She considered her next outing - she'd made plans to attend a wedding with a friend the next weekend.

  Trying on outfits in the mirror, she constantly analyzed her appearance from a new perspective: would women find this attractive? Would it make a woman want to… do things? She was beginning to see herself the way Lydia had seen her, and her self-esteem soared. The negative aspects of that night faded in favor of the memories she kept replaying, kept masturbating to…

  By the time the next weekend rolled around, she had the perfect outfit picked out, and the courage to pursue her desire.

  Adjusting her cleavage in her knee-length deep plum dress, she looked herself in the mirror and gulped. "Well Gwen, you're finally gonna do it. You're going to pick up a woman tonight."

  Her gorgeous reflection smiled back at her. She couldn't help but squirm a little at the thought of getting lucky… not with some random guy like in the past, but with some beautiful woman. The concept threatened to blow her mind. Everything had shifted all around. She could hit on a woman… and take her home… and lick her pussy.

  And maybe, if the chemistry was right, she would get to sixty-nine…

  Every time she thought about it, her skin tingled with heat, her face blushing with nervousness and shock. Taboo kinkiness in a changing room or a shower or a sex dungeon was one thing, but hitting on a woman in public was something else entirely.

  She slid the locket in her purse.

  Just in case, she told herself. It would help avoid embarrassment, just in case.

  Her friend arrived in a typically sour mood.

  Mona pulled up in her car, her eternally sarcastic expression already primed and practiced, framed by her pixie cut black hair and hidden behind large sunglasses.

  Gwen climbed in, noticing her friend's dark dress. "You can't wear black to a daytime winter wedding!"

  "Watch me," Mona shot back. "It matches my hair. Besides, the bride only invited me because we were college roommates.
If you didn't come, I doubt I'd have anyone to talk to."

  Gwen touched up her hair gently in the visor mirror, laughing. "You're welcome."

  Mona just grumbled.

  They spent the car ride listening to music and chattering. Despite her strange week, Gwen found herself every bit as positive as usual, if not more so. Her infectious mood seemed to lift even Mona's deadpan spirits, and they arrived at the wedding still laughing from jokes muttered on the way in.

  The church was huge, and the ceremony was beautiful, but most of it passed in a blur of whispered comments exchanged with Mona as they sat in the back pews.

  Another flurry of activity brought them to the reception, held in an expansive area of the nearby hotel. As Mona had predicted, nobody really gave the two of them any heed, and it was clear they would spend most of their time sitting at a table drinking.

  Except, as it happened, for the meet and greet.

  Gwen awkwardly followed Mona in line, shaking hands with the bridal party one by one. She could tell some of the groomsmen were attracted to her, but they all seemed uninteresting. Her urges were elsewhere… and when she reached the end of the line and saw the bride close up for the first time, she couldn't help but blush.

  The woman was stunning.

  It wasn't just the wedding makeup, either - she had classic cheeks, round dark green eyes against light brown hair, and a genuinely positive spirit beaming from a perfect white smile.

  Gwen shook her hand and mumbled in a daze.

  They returned to the table immediately after, wine glasses in hand.

  "What was that?" Mona asked, taking a gulp of her dark red.

  "What was what?" Gwen sipped her white.

  Her friend smirked. "You seemed like a quivering little schoolgirl."

  "You noticed?"

  "I felt the same way. He's a hunk. Lucky woman."

  Gwen laughed, realizing Mona thought she'd gotten all heated because of the groom. "Right. Yeah." She shook her head, wondering at herself. Even just a week ago, she never thought she'd be at some wedding lusting after the bride…

  "Hey there," someone said, sitting down next to her.

  She froze.

  "Hey, Grace," Mona replied. "Congratulations again."

  "Thanks," the bride said. She turned. "I didn't catch your name."

  She tried her best to hide behind her wine glass. "Gwen."

  Grace's hand brushed her thigh. "Thanks for coming, Gwen." She looked past her. "How's life, Mona?"

  The two women caught up while Gwen sat frozen, gulping her white wine. She could still feel the gorgeous bride's accidental touch.

  When their conversation was through, and Grace made to move on - her hand brushed her thigh again.

  Gwen watched her make the rounds.

  "You're staring," Mona commented.

  "Um, just jealous," she countered, making up an excuse.

  "Believe me, I'm with you on that."

  They proceeded to drink with abandon, watching the reception begin to dwindle as the hours passed.

  Thoroughly trashed, and the only two left in their corner's maze of tables, Mona stood. "Let's go explore the, hotel!"

  Not nearly as drunk, but definitely heavily buzzed, Gwen followed her friend, and they wandered the hotel's hallways. It was a very nice place, and they passed other well-dressed guests from the wedding who were also staying there.

  At some point, they found themselves on a high floor, looking out the hall's lone window at the dark night that had fallen.

  "Wow, I didn't know it was so late…" Mona said.

  "Oh, hey you two," someone said behind them.

  Gwen turned with excitement and dread.

  Grace stood about twenty feet down the hall near an alcove, now wearing plainer clothes, an ice bucket in her hand.

  "Oh, oh no," Mona half-shouted. "Are we interrupting your wedding night?"

  "Not at all!"

  Gwen couldn't help but feel that Grace was staring at her. Was it just her imagination?

  "In fact," the bride continued. "Why don't you two come in? Richard and I are just relaxing, it's been a long day. We could use some company that isn't related to us. Somebody crass that we can swear around."

  "That's me for sure," Mona laughed.

  They followed her into the wedding suite.

  Gwen brought up the rear, thoroughly excited to hang out with the gorgeous bride - but a little afraid of what might happen. She clutched her purse tight, wishing she hadn't brought the locket. The door clicked behind her with an ominous note of finality.

  The suite itself was incredibly luxurious and spacious. Several interconnected rooms held rich furniture of all sorts, and the bathroom hosted a full jacuzzi. The well-muscled groom she recognized from earlier sat within the bubbling jets, a beer in hand. His short brown hair was still dry.

  "Oh shit," he responded, moving about in the bubbles embarrassed.

  Grace laughed. "Honey, they can't see anything."

  He relaxed a tiny bit, holding out one hand over the side. "I'm Richard."

  "Gwen."

  "Mona." She shook his hand and looked around. "So are we hanging out in the jacuzzi or what?"

  Grace shrugged, pouring them each a glass of pink wine. "Sure, we're all adults here, right?"

  In short order, Gwen found herself sitting in the jacuzzi, naked with her best friend, a bride, and a groom - she sipped her wine nervously, both praising and cursing her luck. Was this sort of thing normal? Nobody else seemed bothered.

  Mona and Grace chatted about their college days while Richard leaned back and closed his eyes.

  A few minutes of bubble jets finally relaxed her tension. This wasn't the first time she'd gone naked in a hot tub, she reminded herself. Why should this time be any different? She pulled her old courage and confidence up like armor, reminding herself she was still young and awesome - and reminding herself how Lydia saw her.

  She smiled and sighed as the water's heat really worked its way into her muscles. This was fine. This was great, in fact.

  "I'm out," Mona said, lifting her empty glass.

  "I'll refill that for you," Grace offered, lifting out of the jacuzzi.

  Gwen couldn't help but stare at the woman's flawless naked body, dripping and glistening in the room's soft white light. Her fit body ran from lithe thighs up to a flat, almost muscled tummy, and beyond, to perfect firm C cups. Her gaze quickly ran back down, seeking the space between her legs… but a hastily wrapped towel hid everything first.

  She looked back at her wine, hoping nobody noticed. Glancing up, she saw Richard watching her with narrowed eyes. Had he noticed her checking out his new wife? He seemed vaguely unhappy.

  Grace refilled their glasses and slid back into the water.

  Sipping more wine, Mona leaned forward conspiratorially. "So… are you two trying to seduce us or something?"

  Gwen froze, mortified by her friend's directness.

  Richard frowned.

  Grace laughed. "You're silly."

  Mona chuckled. "Seriously though, you two make such a cute couple. I really am happy for you. Here's to you." They lifted their glasses and toasted.

  Gwen stared into her wine to avoid looking at anyone else. Mona had been joking? And Grace had just laughed it off, as if the idea was preposterous? But it had seemed such an obvious play for a drunken foursome… glancing up, she saw Grace hastily look away.

  She had an unbelievably daring idea at that moment, something she would never have gone for if she didn't have the locket in her purse outside the jacuzzi. If things went horribly wrong, she could just erase it all…

  Gulping, she moved her foot forward inch by inch beneath the surging bubbles, feeling across the hidden bottom. Eventually, her big toe made contact with a soft foot.

  Grace glanced at her briefly, still talking to Mona about whatever it was they were discussing… but her gaze lingered just a split second too long.

  Steeling herself, Gwen raised her foot, tracing
up the gorgeous bride's leg.

  Grace paused for a barely perceptible moment between sentences, but then continued talking and sipping her wine.

  Using all her concentration to act casual while her mind surged with amazement, disbelief, and excitement, she moved her foot forward ever so carefully…

  To her credit, Grace gave absolutely no visible indication that another woman's foot had just slid up against her bare mound.

  Pretending to stretch and relax, heart racing, Gwen applied gentle pressure, rubbing as best she could without giving herself away.

  "What about you?" Grace asked, turning slightly to face her - a cover for setting up a better angle, and, judging by the subtle smirk on her face, a torturous tease.

  "Um, uh," Gwen stumbled, feeling like everyone in the jacuzzi could suddenly see her outstretched leg under the bubbles. "What was the question?"

  "What were your college days like?" Grace asked, the edges of her mouth rising slightly as the foot against her mound went back to work.

  Richard looked on with a slightly dark expression, probably sensing something strange was going on, but not consciously aware of it.

  "Oh you know, lots of drinking and partying," Gwen responded, riding high on the craziness of what she was doing. "Nothing quite like this, though."

  The bride's face and neck began to flush red with a little more than the water's heat. She closed her eyes for a long moment, and then looked over. "Richard, honey, do you mind getting us more ice? It's your turn."

  Crumpling his just-finished beer, he clambered out with no attempt at modesty. "Perfect timing," he said, grabbing a towel and his pants.

  The moment he left, both women sank a half-foot in the water.

  Finally in a good position, Gwen rubbed hard with her foot.

  Grace leaned back and began breathing deeply, her firm breasts rising from the water with each heave. She shook slightly, and tensed with a rather obvious orgasm. Her staccato panting finally tapered off just as the door to the suite opened again.

  "What the fuck was that?" Mona asked quietly, looking back and forth between her two friends. Her expression turned to wide-eyed shock as the truth dawned on her.