Ellie gets lost in erotic fantasies and gets more deeper in hypnosis.

Ellie just nods and tries to focus on relaxing and keeping her mind away from how much she wants to feel Professor Morgan's hand stroking her skin. Professor Morgan continues with her suggestions: "Now take a deep breath and exhale. Feel yourself becoming more relaxed, deeper."

Ellie listens carefully and tries her best to follow the advice. Once she is more relaxed, she begins to notice that she can feel herself getting aroused by the touch of Professor Morgan's hand. Ellie tries to concentrate on breathing, on relaxing, but her mind keeps focusing on how smooth Professor Morgan's skin felt against hers. It wasn't hard to imagine kissing Professor Morgan while her hands roam everywhere else. Suddenly Ellie is having trouble controlling herself. She is unable to stop imagining herself and Professor Morgan making love and kissing each other. She imagines Professor Morgan's soft body pressed up against hers, the way her lips would taste, and the way she could feel her hand pressing against her hips. Ellie moans involuntarily at the erotic fantasies.

"You okay there, Ellie?" asked the Professor gently.

She has such a nice voice, Ellie thought, and the way she looked when she was talking to her...

Ellie snaps out of her thoughts and focuses on being calm.

The professor is smirking. "What did you say, Ellie?"

Ellie realizes she is drooling again.

Oh god... she needs to stay focused. Her mind wanders off to different things, to thoughts of kissing the professor and how it would feel to be held in her arms and her tongue exploring every part of her mouth. A blush creeps onto her cheeks and she feels her breathing become uneven. Her mind becomes fuzzy and unfocused. Professor Morgan seems amused by that as she keeps touching Ellies skin, running her fingers across the skin on ellie's shoulder and then moving her hand lower and stroking her breast. Ellie feels her nipples grow hard and her stomach tighten with desire. "Um..." Ellie starts, but the words stick in her throat. "Um, yeah... uh..." she stammers nervously.

"Just relax." The professor takes her other hand and squeezes both of ellie's breasts. Her touch burns and makes ellie squirm uncomfortably. "Repeat after me, 'Sexy women control me'!" Professor Morgan commands.

Ellie complies. "Sexy women control me," she repeats dazedly. The words seem foreign on her tongue. As if someone else has told her that exact phrase. She closes her eyes again as she focuses on her breathing. "Relaxed now," she says softly. Ellie opens her eyes to discover a very amused professor Morgan standing next to her chair, watching her with amusement and something almost predatory.

"Very good, Ellie." The professor places her warm hand on ellie's cheek. Ellie can feel herself blushing. "You are definitely getting the hang of that, aren't you?" Professor Morgan's thumb strokes ellie's cheek.

"Yessss... um..." ellie replies.

"Am I Sexy, ellie?" Professor Morgan asks innocently. She is clearly enjoying herself.

"Yes..." ellie answers.

"If I am a sexy woman, does that mean I can control you?" the Professor asks, running her hand down the side of ellie's thigh.