Lydia's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (5 page)

Judy found her glasses and donned them just in time to look up right at Kerry’s exposed sex, inches from her face.
She gawked, and then looked up to meet her friend’s sleepy gaze. “Oh, I… um… about last night…”

Kerry rubbed her tummy for a moment, groggy, and then straightened. “Oh.
Wow.”

They said nothing for a moment.

“I was incredibly drunk…” Judy offered.

The redhead nodded eagerly. “Oh yeah, me too. It was crazy…”

Lydia watched through half-open eyes, trying to will the conversation to happen the way she wanted. It was too easy, that ‘I was drunk’ excuse…

The two girls stared at each other for several long moments…

Kerry slipped out a slow hand, touching Judy’s cheek.

Judy gave a sigh of happy surrender and leaned in,
parting Kerry’s labia with her tongue. Employing her skills learned the night before, she brought up two fingers, licked them wet, and slid them in. She flicked Kerry’s clit with her tongue and rubbed her G spot, bringing her to a quick orgasm.

Kerry muffled herself as she came, her thighs twitching, her body tensed.

Judy lapped her once or twice more, cleaning her dripping juices, and then stood. Kerry just breathed for a moment, enjoying her morning orgasm, and then the two girls dressed in awkward silence.

Under the covers, Lydia began to rub herself sl
owly, turned on all over again - but Emma’s hand found hers. Her girlfriend rubbed her gently under the sheets, while she also pretended to be asleep.

The movement woke Maddi and Teresa. In the other bed, the two girls smiled at each other, and began kissing happily.
While Judy cleaned herself up in the bathroom, they made out. Kerry sat in a chair, watching them and processing the night before.

They sat up a few minutes late
r, their hair matted and their makeup smeared from the night’s intense sex. They both moved weakly, hung over, moving for their clothes.

Lydia watched their gorgeous naked bodies, coming to a silent but oh-so-enjoyable morning orgasm herself. She tensed against Emma’
s hand, happy that everything was alright between them, and interested in learning more about her girlfriend’s dark side…

The pleasure peaked, and she sighed.

The three girls froze like deer in headlights.

Emma sat up, pretending to have just awoken.
She yawned. “You girls have fun last night?”

Kerry was the first to respond, with a nod.

“And you? Maddi, Teresa?”

The blonde and brunette donned their shirts and pants. “Yeah.”

Her pleasure fading, Lydia sat up, excited to mess with them a little bit more. “So, Maddi, Teresa… are you two… together?”

Kerry turned to watch their response, her expression curious.

Maddi turned a little red. “Well, we, I… uh…”

“We’re just friends,” Teresa mumbled.

Emma laughed. “You two can have that strap-on, if you like. You seem like you’ll probably enjoy it even more than us.”

Maddi grew brighter red, and Teresa mumbled something else… but
the strap-on still managed to wind up in Maddi’s purse. They both quieted, hoping nobody would comment on their acceptance of the gift.

Judy emerged from the bathroom ready to go, and the four girls paraded groggily out of the room
, mumbling goodbyes.

Emma waited for the door to close, and then pushed her back on the bed.
“I love you so much!”

Lydia smiled, pulling her girlfriend close. “I love
you
- that was fucking incredible… how did you pull all that off?”

Emma kissed down her tummy, her smile wicked. “Guess I’m just that good…”

***

Lydia rooted through the closet, not sure what she was looking for.

The more she thought about their incredible night seducing the four younger girls, the more certain things didn’t make sense.
She was certain that something odd had happened at the bar table - she’d definitely heard the conversation twice, and they’d definitely all been absolutely trashed from what she
thought
was only two or three rounds of drinks.

When she came across the ancient book, she immediately suspected.

When she read it, she was certain.

Emma had that locket with her at all times… she’
d had it at the bar, too. If this hypnosis thing really worked, it explained how she’d picked up all those girls so easily, and how she’d made them lesbians…

She held her mouth, horrified. Intense pain and worry surged through her. Had Emma used the locket on
her?
She’d enjoyed the night immensely - even had spontaneous orgasms - accepting being a lesbian, thinking about how free she was now and how right it all felt… but was that just a product of hypnosis? Was their entire relationship a sick game?

She waited until Emma came home from her errands.

“Hey honey,” Lydia greeted her girlfriend warmly. “How are you?”

“Good,” Emma responded, surprised at the overly attentive greeting. “I -”

She let her sliding hand reach into her girlfriend’s pocket - and then she grabbed the locket and pulled it out. “What the hell is this, Emma?”

She looked stunned. “Um, nothing… why?”

“I read the book.” She moved to clasp the chain together.

“Wait!” Emma cried, her eyes watering. “It’s real. It works.”

Surging with anger, despair welling up in her heart, she held the locket tight. “Is this what you used to seduce Diana?”

Emma’s lip trembled. “Yes.”

“Did you tell her to be a lesbian?”

“It was an accident. I wasn’
t used to it then, to how literally people take it.”

She
backed away a foot, overwhelmed. “And the girl last week? And the four girls last night?”

Emma nodded again, on the verge of outright tears. “
It was the locket. But not the same way.”

“Then how?”

“I… just used it to make them forget, and had the conversation over and over again until I got it right. Said the right things, got them drunk enough…”

Lydia thought back on the repeated conversation she’d heard, on how she’d looked away at just the right moment… to avoid the locket’s power? “Listen to me,” she demanded, fierce. “
And think about your answer very carefully. Have you ever used this locket on
me?
”

Emma’s face seemed to lighten with hope. “No - no I haven’t! Even when we first started fooling around, and then falling in love… I made sure
I never -”

“Except for last night,” Lydia interrupted, furious.

Tears slid down Emma’s face. “Just that time, just to forget a couple minutes… I was in a really dark place, and I asked you to forgive me beforehand…”

“
That’s
what that question was about? How the hell can I trust you after this?”

“Use it on me,” Emma begged. “Ask me. Use it, it’s the truth.”

Brimming with a whirlwind of emotions, Lydia took a moment to catch her breath. “Fine. Do I just lock the chain together?”

Emma nodded.

She clipped the chain, immediately feeling a strange energy rush through her arm. “Whoah, what…”

Emma didn’t respond. Her face was flat and neutral.

Lydia stared, amazed. “Um… quack like a duck.”

“Quack,” Emma responded, without emotion or hesitation.

“Holy shit…”

She circled her seemingly comatose girlfriend a few times, waiting for a reaction or a giveaway that she was faking - but none came.
Finally, it was time to ask the questions that might end their relationship… “Did you ever use this locket on me?”

Emma responded flatly. “Yes.”

“But you only used it on me last night?”

“
Yes.”

“You didn’t
make me a lesbian, or make me fall in love with you?”

“No.”

Lydia sighed, relieved of her despair, but still confused and angry. Her girlfriend had just
had
this incredible power all this time, and said nothing…

“Why didn’t you tell me about the locket?”

“I thought you would freak out, and think I’d used it on you.”

Lydia gave a short laugh. “Yeah. Makes sense.
‘Cause I did think that.”

She had one last question.

“Do you really love me?”

Somehow,
Emma’s entranced reply still seemed to carry some emotion. “So much.”

Satisfied, s
he unhooked the chain, and the strange energy dissipated.

“Please, use it on me,” Emma begged again.

“I did…” she replied, confused.

“Oh. People don’t remember it.
I’ve never had it done to me. Did you - ask?”

She nodded
tearfully, filled with a different whirlwind of emotions than before. She held the locket up. “What do we do about this?”

Emma raised her shoulders sheepishly. “Trust each other…?”

“But this is so much power…” she breathed. “You used it to make me forget last night, how do I know you won’t use it to make me forget other things?”

“I would never,” Emma insisted. “It was just harmless fun, for seducing those girls.
I had to do the memory thing because just commanding them was too easy. It was such a turn-on, coaxing them into doing it, making them
really
want it…”

“That
was
goddamn hot…”

“You keep the locket for awhile,” Emma said, touching her arm. “
Try it out.”

“Really?”

Emma smiled hopefully. “Really!”

She
held the golden heart up by its chain, watching it glitter. “And it really does all the things the book says it does?”

“Yes!
”

“And you’re not afraid I won’t use it on
you?
”

Emma shook her head. “I trust you.
Besides Ricky, you’re the only thing I care about, anyway.”

Lydia smiled, feeling much better - and rather excited. “Good answer.”

They kissed deeply, both feeling much closer.

Lydia leaned forward on her elbows, eyeing the other patrons. She’d found a good vantage point in the bookstore’s coffee-shop area. From here, she could see much of the large bookstore. Dozens of scattered people milled about in their winter coats, looking for good books to buy as Christmas presents.

The locket sat in her pocket, unchained. Still, the presence of such an object filled her with nervous anticipation. She wondered how it worked, exactly - but she was more excited about what it could do.
Because of their fight, and the secret she’d kept, Emma had given her special permission to do
absolutely anything
she wanted…

But what did she want? That was the problem. She felt like she already had everything - a nice house, enough money, and a loving girlfriend she adored
, with whom sex was amazing. What else was there?

She had a thought
… was this the same thing Emma was going through? She’d talked recently about wondering what to do with her life, and wanting to
be
somebody.

She
brought the locket out and examined its engravings in the light. It could probably be used to ace a job interview, or… to make an audience like a performance? It was curious, how much of life relied on other people’s decisions and opinions. Being able to sway those decisions meant the ability to have almost anything…

She stood and approached the coffee corner’s register.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” the young man behind the counter asked.

She reached into her pocket and hooked the chain together. The strange energy surged up her arm, and the barista’s face turned neutral.

“Can I… uh… have a coffee for free?” she asked.

“No,” he replied, his tone flat.

She frowned for a minute, wondering if the locket had failed somehow. Emma’s comment came back to her, that people took the words quite literally - she’d just asked if she
could
have one for free, and he’d answered the question.

“Give me a coffee for free,” she ordered quietly, peering around the coffee-shop area. Nobody was watching her interaction.

The barista grabbed a cup, poured the coffee, and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said, before realizing he wasn’t really listening.

She unhooked the chain in her pocket.

The young man immediately brightened, and began waiting for her answer.