Gwen's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (3 page)

She pushed Lydia back, toward the tiled interior wall of the shower. "I masturbated for like a week straight thinking of what we did in that changing room…" she breathed, afire.

A deeply satisfied smile crossed Lydia's face.

Moving down her companion's gorgeous body, full of sharp attraction so painful it threatened to overwhelm her, full of
need
, Gwen dropped carefully to her knees on the shower floor.

Lydia widened her stance
and thrust her hips out a little, exposing her dripping sex.

Gwen stared for a moment, taking in the
glistening pink folds, the puffy red lips, and the trim beauty of it all. And there, peeking out from a hood of sensual flesh, a little knob.

On her knees, her leg dripping with juices, she felt almost privileged to service this gorgeous female body…

She spread Lydia's labia with two fingers, studying the pink folds within. Her tongue followed a moment later, parting and exploring, penetrating deep within. Moving her head back and forth, she began thrusting her tongue in and out lightly, her eyes angled up at the satisfied smile on her Mistress' face -

And there was that errant thought again, but this time about Lydia instead of Emma.

Instead of recoiling, or becoming resentful, she let the erotic thought fill her.

Lydia's large breasts hung above, moving with each breath, and past that, her very excited expression.

It felt good to make this gorgeous woman feel good… it turned her on, in fact. She reached down and began rubbing herself as she thrust her tongue in and out of sweetly-flavored pussy. Why shouldn't this be right? Why shouldn't she enjoy it immensely?

A small part of her wondered if those supposed drugs were affecting her still, but she had no space in her mind for anything but pleasing her Mistress.

She relished in the sweet flavor, flashing back to her very first taste of pussy, remembering how cool she'd played it off…

…and now, here she was, on her knees in the shower of her own accord…

She brought her free hand up and gripped one of Lydia's ass cheeks.

The brunette responded by lifting her hips forward a little more.

She let her tongue flatten, and began lapping the way she'd seen Rachel do it.

Lydia moaned lightly, her eyelids half-closed.

Instinctively doing what she liked having done to herself, she focused her lapping tongue's pressure on her Mistress's clit.

A moan came down from above.

She increased the force of her tongue, and the soft body against her mouth and hand responded. The animal taboo of what she was doing seemed to fill her with fire, and she rubbed herself just as hard, desperate for building release. Feeling orgasm near, she slowed her hand, keeping herself just below getting off and riding a steady rush of pleasure. Each thrust of her tongue seemed to bring further bliss, as if her signals were getting mixed…

Lydia arched up a little, gripping at the tiled wall behind her.

Gwen felt another animalistic idea overcome her, and she moved to suck and flick Lydia's clit with the tip of her tongue, alternating her eager ministrations.

Around her, Lydia's thighs tensed. She was almost there…

She kept up her efforts, too turned on to slow down. She slipped her hand from Lydia's ass cheek to between her legs, where one finger found its way through slick folds to her G spot - and she finally let her other hand speed up, releasing the tight ball of pleasure that had built inside her.

They came together for the second time.

Lydia moaned deeply and thrust against her face.

Her body tensed as an explosive orgasm burned upward, her tummy clenched, and her knees shaking on the slippery floor.

But, most surprising of all, she could feel her Mistress getting off… her inner walls clenching against her finger.

Coming down, she stared at her hand.

"Felt it, did you?" Lydia breathed.

"I didn't expect that," she replied,
her awareness slowly returning. She gulped and looked around, seeming to notice the streaming showers and steamed glass for the first time, as well as the naked woman she'd just gotten off with - twice. It felt like something heavy on her mind had just worn off. "What the hell am I doing?"

Kneeling beside her, Lydia gently began cu
pping and rubbing her breasts.

Gwen sighed. It did feel good…
why was she suddenly so panicked?

"I love your tits," Lydia said softly, dripping water along them. "Does that feel good?"

All she could do was blink, nod, and breathe.

"It's alright, your
first time with a woman can be really intense. But the more you orgasm, the more natural it becomes…" The caresses moved to the undersides of her breasts, and then up to gently pinch her nipples. One hand gently pushed her down on her back, out of the direct flow of the water, and then returned to help massage her chest and tummy. A moment later, a leg swung over her head.

Gwen stared at
the dripping pussy in her face, caught off guard - and still confused. Everything had been so intense a moment ago, so alluring… she'd even enjoyed the thought of this woman as her Mistress…

Lydia's thighs shifted as she brought her body down, kissing gently
around her mound, teasing her aching sex.

The rationalizations started up again. Why not? She asked herself. We've already gotten off twice together… and her lips feel so good down there… she studied the puffy lips in front of her face, finding them not unattractive. If they'd drugged her, and if the effects had worn off, there was still a
little
arousal sparking in her… a subtle squirming sensation…

That squirming seemed to cue Lydia to
stop teasing. Her tongue ran a slick path between her parting lips.

Gwen shuddered. She hadn't realized how badly she'd been aching for touch after getting herself off all night… and, almost without realizing it, she was giving in.

She lifted her head and licked.

"Mmm," Lydia said, pulling back her sopping hair before returning downward. "
You taste really good. I've been wondering how you tasted for awhile…"

Gwen gulped as the tongue against her sex began working its magic.
Each motion of that firm, moist muscle shot a spike of pleasure through her, and each spike came with a subtle urge to give in fully…

She reached up and gripped the thighs on either side of her head. Lydia came down, pressing her large breasts into her tummy.

She thrust her tongue in, exploring the new angle, licking with a strange sensation bubbling up through her. She couldn't quite accept the fact that she was in a lesbian sixty-nine on a shower floor… or that it was starting to feel
really good
… a part of her was returning to the consuming enjoyment she'd felt earlier.

And wait, wasn't she be
ing held captive?

Shaking
her head, she pushed out of the sixty-nine and clambered to her feet, retreating across the shower with confusion and dismay. "What the hell are we doing? Let's get out of here!"

Lydia gingerly stood, nodding darkly. She turned off the showers, stepped out, and grabbed two towels. They both dried off.

Gwen tried not to glance at her companion's gorgeous body, and dried her wispy blonde hair as best she could.

They dressed again without talk.

Lydia led the way, strangely unafraid.

Down the stairs, Emma sat in the living room, watching television and drinking a glass of dark red wine. "How'd it go?"

Lydia shrugged. "Soon as it wore off, maybe a few licks after, she just wanted out."

Gwen stared in horror as she realized she'd been tricked - and they
had
done something to mess with her mind! She made to run for the door, but her muscles wouldn't respond. As hard as she struggled, she simply could not make any motion to escape.

Emma sighed, turn off the television, and stood. "I really thought priming her like that might work.
Make
her into the first two times, get her all turned on, then see what decision she makes when her will returns… how couldn't it work? Who would refuse a sixty-nine once you're already there? Guess we'll have to fall back on the usual."

***

Both women grabbed her by an arm and hauled her downstairs again.
The stark white walls came as a horrible dismay.

"Please, don't do this," she pleaded.
"I enjoyed it, I'm a lesbian now, I promise!"

Lydia shook her head and smirked. "Like my girlfriend said, who refuses a sixty-nine?
You
must
be straight. We'll have tons of fun working on that, though."

They threw her
down on one of the two black couches, facing the mattress on the floor between them. While Lydia put a heavy hand on her shoulder to keep her still, Emma released Aubrey and Rachel from their cages, bringing both girls center stage. "Get naked," she ordered.

Both girls stripped and jumped on the mattress.
Gwen watched Aubrey carefully, wondering if the girl's earlier moment of clarity had also been an act… or if she was truly not quite as brainwashed as Rachel. She couldn't be sure either way.

"Direct them," Emma ordered.

"What, me?"

"Yes. Tell them what you want them to do, and masturbate to it."

Gwen scrunched up her face. "What, why?"

Emma moved to the wall, grabbed her favorite brush whip, and returned to strike her hard on the arm.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"That's the point," Emma chided. "Don't ask questions. Just do. Or we'll strip you again and whip that nice round ass of yours."

Running worried hands protectively along her clothes, Gwen nodded. She turned to the girls. "Sorry about this…"

Rachel laughed. "We love it. We can leave any time
, unlike you."

Aubrey nodded alongside her, smiling. "What do you want us to do? Anything you want, we'll enjoy showing off for you."

"Um… have sex," Gwen ordered, motioning her hand.

Emma chuckled.

Rachel and Aubrey smiled at each other. "You'll have to be a little more specific."

Gwen's sight landed on
Rachel's studded nipples. "Um, Aubrey… suck on those."

"Nice start," Lydia commented behind her.

"Well I had to choose
something
…"

On the mattress, Aubrey smiled at her, and then kneeled in front of her friend.
She cupped firm breasts in each hand, making a lurid and excited show of running her tongue across each studded nipple before taking them between her lips.

Gwen absently rubbed
the denim above her inner thigh.

"Let me help you," Lydia s
aid, leaning over her to undo her jeans. Her still-wet hair dragged a chilly stain across the blonde's t-shirt.

She almost
thanked Lydia for the help before she realized how ridiculous that would be, given her situation. Sighing, she slid her hand down her pants, wondering if she had yet another orgasm in her.

Though, a
s much as she hated to admit it, both girls
were
gorgeous…

Aubrey continued sucking on each of Rachel's nipples.

"You don't have to keep doing the same thing… you can keep going," she told them.

"Keep going to what?" Rachel asked, grinning wickedly as her friend sucked on her breasts.

"How about… I don't know… eating out."

"Which one of us?"

She sighed in frustration and grew more direct. "Rachel, lick Aubrey's pussy."

Rachel's grin widened.

"Getting in the spirit?" Lydia whispered in her ear.

Gwen ignored her, instead watching the
black-haired girl push Aubrey down and move to lick her hungrily.

"Wait," Emma interrupted. "Give our
guest
a good view first."

Aubrey nodded, got up from her elbows, and approached the couch.
Climbing up with Lydia's offered hand, she put a leg on either side of the wispy blonde, exposing herself up close.

Gwen
stared in surprise at the pussy thrust in her face - but did not stop absently rubbing herself. The girl's slit was startlingly perfect and smooth. Her thin lips opened with the motion of her legs, exposing some of her inner pink. A few glimmers hinted at her growing wetness, but her clit was still hidden under its hood.

"Why don't you taste her?" Lydia suggested in her ear.

Gwen shook her head, but the firm grip on her shoulder tightened, and she complied. Leaning up a little off the couch, she traced up the girl's slit with her tongue, parting her folds right up to her hooded clit.