Orphelia's Place

I saw Lilith standing in front of the club, chatting with a group of people. They hugged, and then she walked toward my car, arm in arm with another woman. That had to be Orphelia. She had a striking appearance: her face was painted completely white, she wore a ruffled skirt, and her long, straight black hair reached almost to the ground. Not bad—quite an impressive look. I got out of the car, hugged Lilith, and extended my hand to Orphelia.

“So, you’re Lilith’s master, huh?” Orphelia said.

Lilith rolled her eyes. “No, Orph, he’s just a guest at the bookstore. He can hypnotize, and you’ll see for yourself.”

“Yeah, sure,” Orphelia scoffed.

“Are we doing this here in the car or what?” I interjected.

“No, I’ll give you my address. Drive to our estate,” Orphelia replied.

I drove the two of them, who were whispering to each other in the back seat, out of the city. We headed into a forested, hilly area until we reached a grand estate surrounded by a tall fence. I pulled up to the gate, and Orphelia told me to stop. She got out, spoke into an intercom, then returned to the car. The gates opened automatically.

The house was massive. It was the middle of the night, so I couldn’t fully take it in, but this woman—or her family—had to be incredibly wealthy. We got out and followed her inside. She led us to a sort of fireplace room, complete with a lion-skin rug and everything you’d need for a safari. The walls were paneled with dark wood. Orphelia instructed me to stoke the fire, which I did, noticing how elaborately dressed both women were. I didn’t want them to get dirty.

We sat down in the armchairs, and the fire warmed the room nicely.

“So, your ‘master’ can start now. Let’s see what he’s got,” Orphelia said, smirking.

“Orph, please—no snarky comments, okay? Hypnosis is something spiritual for me. Just watch,” Lilith pleaded.

“Fine, fine, go ahead. I won’t say anything,” Orphelia said, leaning back and rolling her eyes.

I had been confident this would be as easy as it was with Ellie, but now I wasn’t so sure. What if Ellie was just a fluke? I hadn’t tried this with anyone else.

“Lilith, I want you to take a deep breath,” I began.

She did, her chest rising and falling, accentuated by the tight corset she wore. It didn’t look particularly comfortable—I’d have to fix that.

“Imagine there’s a pool in this house, filled with warm water,” I continued.

“Actually…” Orphelia started to interrupt.

“Not now, Orphelia. You’ll stay quiet while I hypnotize Lilith,” I said firmly. Orphelia’s eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights, and she fell silent.

“Now, Lilith, take another deep breath, close your eyes, and really smell the air around that pool.”

Her chest rose and fell again, her décolletage moving in front of me.

“Now, undress and step into the pool. With every piece of clothing you remove, you’ll sink deeper and deeper into a trance for me.”

Lilith didn’t move in her chair, but her head tilted forward slightly.

“Very good. Now step into the pool. The water is special—everywhere it touches you, starting at your feet and moving upward, you’ll feel intense pleasure.”

After a moment, she gasped sharply.

“Yes, exactly. Step all the way in. Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she murmured.

“When you’re fully in the pool, you’ll be completely in a trance for us.”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now let the water carry you until I address you directly again.”

Her body trembled, as if she were holding back a moan of pleasure.

I turned to Orphelia. “Convinced yet, or is there something specific you’d like to see?”

“Do something… I don’t know, make her do something she’d never do in front of us,” Orphelia challenged.

I turned back to Lilith. “Lilith, are you in a trance, floating in the pool as I instructed?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice strained, as if suppressing something.

“Good. When I snap my fingers, you’ll stand up, undress completely in front of us, and then sit back down. Swimming will feel even easier when you’re truly naked.” I snapped my fingers.

Lilith stood and began undressing slowly. She struggled with her corset, unable to remove it alone, so I stood to help her. As I loosened it, I whispered in her ear, “When you’re done and sit back down, you’ll be my ‘fucktoy.’”

I removed her corset, my hands brushing against her breasts—medium-sized, maybe B or C cups. Her nipples were noticeably hard. As I helped her out of her skirt and underwear, I could see how wet she already was. She sat back down, her eyes no longer closed but staring blankly ahead.

“Satisfied?” I asked Orphelia.

She sat frozen, wide-eyed. “She could be faking it,” she said skeptically.

“Okay, I’ll go further—something you’ll never believe she’s faking.”

I recalled a passage from a book suggesting that someone in this deep a trance would reveal anything. Honestly, I was going to take advantage of this. “Lilith, tell us, when was the last time you masturbated?”

“Before I went to Orphelia’s,” she replied.

Orphelia raised her eyebrows.

“And what were you thinking about?” I pressed.

“About this—about you dominating me—and Morning Glory Milking Farm.”

I paused, caught off guard. What the hell? Orphelia burst out laughing, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“What’s Morning Glory Milking Farm?” I asked.

“It’s a book about a woman who pleasures centaurs on a farm,” Lilith answered.

Orphelia was practically howling with laughter now. I turned to her. “Do you know what she’s talking about?”

“Dude, yeah,” Orphelia said, still chuckling. “It’s some smut book for women. Holy shit, keep asking her!”

“What exactly were you thinking about?” I continued.

“About the huge cock the man—er, centaur—has, and how he dominates her with it.”

“Wow, so you’re into big cocks?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Does that turn you on?”

“Yes.”

She was already sitting there naked. My own arousal was becoming uncomfortably obvious, pressing against my pants. This was my chance to really shock Orphelia, and I wasn’t going to let it pass.

“Lilith, when I snap my fingers, you’ll see the cock you did think about. You’ll pleasure yourself like you did earlier tonight, but this time, it’ll be real.”

I stepped closer to Lilith, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled them down.

“Oh my God,” Orphelia gasped from behind, her hand covering her mouth.

My nearly foot-long cock was now in front of Lilith’s face, half-erect, with my apple-sized balls pushing it closer to her. I snapped my fingers.