Sophie, just trying to get through her psychology class

"Alright, class," Mr. Garner announced, his nasally voice echoing through the hushed classroom, "as I mentioned, today we're going to explore the fascinating world of hypnosis. Who'd like to volunteer?"

Sophie felt the blood drain from her face as she looked around nervously. She knew she should keep her hand down as she sunk into her chair, hoping that the pattern of the desk would somehow swallow her whole. Despite her immense skepticism about hypnosis being nothing more than a party trick and a last ditch ray of hope for misogynistic, incel perverts, she felt a cold shiver run down her spine at the mere thought of being under anyone's control, let alone her AP psychology teacher for his creepy little show.

Mr. Garner was a peculiar character and held the 'prestigious' title of being Sophie's least favorite teacher throughout all of her high school career. The man was fairly unassuming, with a round belly that stretched his current beige cardigan to its limits and a comb-over that barely covered his bald spot. The sleeves of his shirts were forever stained with ink or coffee, as if he hadn't quite figured out how to be a functional adult yet. Despite his age, he had the energy of a caffeinated squirrel, bouncing from one side of the room to the other as he lectured.

His mousy, typically disheveled appearance was not what irked Sophie, though. Those square-framed, ill-fitting glasses of his did little to hide his perpetual lingering gaze and penchant for sneaking glances at the prettier girls in class whenever he thought they were distracted.

At eighteen, Sophie was the embodiment of grace and intelligence, a trait that had earned her a place at the top of her class and a full scholarship to a presitigous university in California next fall to study biology, where she one day aspired to be a pediatrician. Raised by two loving, fairly conservative parents, she was aware that she had grown into a beautiful young woman. Her wavy chestnut hair framed a face that made even the most confident of her male classmates blush when she smiled or giggled. Her eyes, a deep, warm shade of brown, mirrored the intelligence that lay behind them, a sharp mind honed by countless hours of study. Her beauty was not something she flaunted, but rather a subtle glow that accompanied her genuine modesty and kindness.

Her long legs, which she had always felt awkward about as a young girl, had grown to be one of her best assets. They gave her the perfect balance of strength and elegance, allowing her to navigate the school halls with a poise that seemed almost effortless. Her jeans hugged her body just right, showcasing the curves she had acquired in a way that made her feel both feminine and powerful. Her butt was pert and juicy, a subject of envy and whispers among the other girls, and she had learned to carry herself with confidence despite the occasional leers from the less respectful boys. Her breasts were small and cute, just enough to fill out a t-shirt and make a statement without being the center of attention.

So while Sophie knew how naturally beautiful she was, her parents, particularly her mother, raised her to never accept being defined by her looks. Especially by someone who leered at her the way Mr. Garner did. Sophie and her friends all had experienced it for months, and it made their skin crawl.

Mr. Garner's eyes scanned the room, a twinkle in his gaze that made her antsy. It was like he was searching for the perfect subject to play with, and she desperately wanted to avoid being that person. Sophie told herself she was just being paranoid as he looked around, but she couldn't avoid the sinking feeling that she was the lab rat he had in mind.

As she averted her gaze, she turned to her left to her best friend Lynnette, who nudged her playfully, jokingly whispering that she should give it a shot.

But the glint in Mr. Garner's eye was unmistakable. He had seen her discomfort and, like a cat toying with a trapped bird, his interest was piqued.

"Ah, Miss Peters," he said, his eyes lighting up as they landed on her, "how about you give it a try?"

"I'm not really into that sort of thing, Mr. Garner," she managed to say, her voice quivering slightly.

He just chuckled, the sound grating against her nerves. "It's all for science, Sophie. I assure you, it's completely harmless. And who knows," he winked, "you might enjoy it."

Sophie felt the weight of his gaze, the pressure of the entire class waiting for her to agree, and she swallowed hard. Maybe it was the desire to get it over with, or perhaps the hope that her fears were just in her head, but she finally nodded. Lynnette looked a bit aghast, undoubtedly feeling guilty for her little joke possibly contributing to her best friend's plight.

Mr. Garner's smile grew as he approached her desk. "Excellent," he murmured. "Just come up here and sit in the chair."

Her legs felt like jello as she stood, and she felt the room sway slightly. The chair was one of those old, plastic ones with a desk attached, the kind that made a scraping noise against the floor with every movement. Sophie sat down, feeling the coldness of the plastic.

“So, just so we’re clear,” Sophie whispered to him privately, “No funny stuff, please. I'm only doing this for the sake of the lesson," she told Mr. Garner firmly, "I don't like being the center of attention."

Sophie kept her face stern as Mr. Garner jovially responded, “Of course, Miss Peters! Honestly, it’s not possible for someone to go deep enough to do anything they wouldn’t wholeheartedly want to do outside of hypnosis. It doesn't work like you see on television! Plus, given you are a student and with all of your classmates here, especially, it will of course be completely school appropriate. Purely an educational demonstration.”

He guided her to a chair in the center of the stage, his hands a little too firm on her shoulders, causing her to instinctively jerk away. "Now, just relax," he instructed, his voice soothing yet commanding. "Look into my eyes and let your mind drift away."

Sophie begrudgingly nodded, checking the clock to see how much time was left in class before looking to her teacher for direction.

“Alright, everyone ready?” He asked, looking between Sophie and the rest of the class. She nodded stoically, making it clear she was not overly enthused but was willing to take one for the team.

Mr. Garner walked over to the door and dimmed the lights, before heading to his desk and grabbing a tiny, fan-like machine. Placing it on Sophie's table, he clicked a button on the side of it, causing the machine to begin clicking every second or so. It went for a few seconds before he began speaking.

“All right, Sophie, try to sit with your feet flat on the floor and start inhaling slow, deep, even breaths to so you can relax. Really focus on your breathing. Do your best to allow your mind to relax and listen to the steady beat of the fan as you hear me speak to you.”

The clicking noise was now accompanied by an admittedly soothing wave of sounds flowing from it, almost like white noise or a blustery breeze. Sophie became distinctly aware of her breathing as he spoke.

“Now Miss Peters, continue to prioritize your breathing even as you feel your body begin to relax. Your breathing is soothing, calming you, slowing your mind down. It’s so simple to let it happen. As you sit here and let the soothing sounds into your mind and let my voice be your guide, you find yourself easily able to focus on me. The calmness within you is growing, that soothing calmness, all throughout you. There’s really nothing else to focus in this room. My voice. The sounds of the machine. So soothing. You even may feel a quite bored and tired because it’s so relaxing and so soothing and so easy to let your mind drift. Just focus and listen to my voice. And the sounds. So boring, so relaxing, so soothing, so calming, easing your wandering mind. So dull, so boring, yet so soothing. Your body and mind feeling the relaxation and soothing boredom. My voice…”

As her teacher droned on, Sophie realized how bored she was. His voice was so slow and, when mixed with the sounds from his soothing little machine, she found herself getting sleepy. She lost track of time, feeling like her teacher was just rambling forever. As he kept carring on, Sophie did feel quite relaxed, which she welcomed to distract herself from the ridiculous hypnosis session her creepy teacher insisted on having or the monotony of his nasally voice.

Sophie felt her eyes get heavier and heavier even as a distant, quiet voice in her head told her to stay alert. But she pushed that boring thought away, just like Mr. Garner instructed. There was nothing else important right now beyond the soothing feeling caressing her, all over her shoulders, legs, face, mouth, ears, nose and...

Her eyes abruptly closed as her teacher continued to ramble, losing track of time and her environment as she peacefully, dreamily sat there.

“And wake…” Sophie heard someone whisper into her ear.

Blinking rapidly, she looked around the classroom, as she saw her classmates itching to leave The clock on the wall read 3:30 PM. She had never nodded off in class before, and certainly not during the last 30 minutes of a lesson she had paid little attention to. Her mind was fuzzy, like she had just emerged from a deep sleep. The clicking sound of the machine was gone, and Mr. Garner's nasal droning had been replaced by the distant chatter of students.

"Great job, Miss Peters," Mr. Garner said, his voice more smug than usual. "You had us all quite fascinated."

Sophie felt a rush of embarrassment as scattered classmates began to clap, mostly the boys, though she wasn't quite sure what she was being applauded for. She had been so bored by his demonstration that she had zoned out entirely, missing any actual hypnosis that might have occurred. She hoped she hadn't done anything stupid while 'under'. She glanced over at Lynnette, who gave her a look that was a mix of relief and confusion. She smiled at her friend, assuring her through her gaze that everything was fine.

"You okay?" Lynnette whispered as she approached, her eyes searching for any signs of distress.

"Yeah, I think so," Sophie replied, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "It was just...really boring, honestly."

"But were you really hypnotized?" Lynnette inquired, her voice still low.

"Nope, I was honestly just bored out of my mind," Sophie chuckled, trying to shake off the lingering grogginess.

"You totally remember everything, right?" Lynnette's expression was earnest, searching for any signs that something was off.

"Yeah, of course," Sophie lied, her smile broader than necessary. "It was all just a big snooze fest." She hoped that her laugh didn't sound as **** to Lynnette as it did to her own ears.

Her friend looked skeptical, but she seemed to brush it off.

"Okay, cool. Just remember, if anything weird happens, you come to me, okay?" Lynnette whispered.

Sophie nodded, still feeling a bit woozy. "Thanks," she murmured.

Seemingly dropping it, Lynnette smiled. "You wanna hit the mall after school?"

Sophie felt a flicker of disappointment. She had been looking forward to hanging out with Lynnette, but she knew she had something after school she couldn't miss, though she was struggling to remember what it was. The burden of having a busy schedule. "I can't," she said with genuine disappointment, "I've got a club meeting today."

"Oh, right," Lynnette said, sounding a bit disappointed, but convinced. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you from afar, make sure Mr. Creepazoid doesn't try to hypnotize you into doing his bidding."

They shared a laugh, and then Lynnette leaned in, giving her a tight hug. "Text me later, loser," she joked, sticking her tongue out at her best friend.

After Lynnette left alongside the rest of the class, Sophie packed her bag slowly, her mind still groggy from the strange little nap she had just had. She felt like she had missed something, something important, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She looked over at Mr. Garner, who was busy erasing the whiteboard. He glanced over his shoulder and gave her a knowing smile.

"Something on your mind, Miss Peters?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Umm. Yeah," she said, standing up and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

Her voice sounded far away, even to herself. "Mr. Garner, I'm really sorry about that. It's just that I had a really late night studying and I guess I was more tired than I thought."

"Think nothing of it, Miss Peters," Mr. Garner said, his smile widening. "I understand the pressures of being a high school senior. However, I must admit, I was quite looking forward to demonstrating the true power of hypnosis on you."

"Could we, I don't know, try it again?" she found herself saying, sounding genuinely giddy.

Mr. Garner's smile grew even wider, his eyes lighting up. "Miss Peters, are you sure? You seemed quite... unenthused earlier," he said, his tone teasing.

"I know, I know," she said, her voice rushing over her words. "But now I'm just...curious. It seems so fascinating!"

Her heart suddenly raced, her palms feeling slightly sweaty. Despite not remembering ever giving it any previous thought, the idea of being hypnotized was suddenly incredibly appealing to her. The thought of being under someone else's control, experiencing something so out of the ordinary, thrilled her in a way she had never felt before, even if she doubted it actually worked.

Mr. Garner looked at her, his eyes calculating before he finally nodded. "Very well, Miss Peters," he said, his tone still smug. "But remember, we're doing this for educational purposes."

Sophie felt a thrill at his **** and his eventual agreement. She took her seat back in the chair, her hands folded in her lap, eager and curious about what was to come. "Ready whenever you are," she said, smiling sweetly at him.

Mr. Garner took a deep breath, his eyes lecherously lingering on her for a moment before he turned to his desk to grab the same fan-like machine he had used earlier. The room was now empty, save for the two of them. The silence was thick, as he looked into her eyes.

He turned the machine on again, the clicking noise seemingly louder this time, and she found herself staring at the spot between his eyes, focusing on his voice as he began to speak.

"Now, Miss Peters," Mr. Garner said, his voice taking on a tone that was both soothing and authoritative, "you will find yourself feeling incredibly relaxed, more so than ever before. You are in a safe place, and my voice is your guide."

Sophie felt a warmth spread through her body, a sensation she hadn't felt earlier. It was as if she had been wrapped in a warm blanket, the comfort of his voice washing over her. Her thoughts grew fuzzy, and she felt her thoughts slowing as she became distracted again. She was aware of Mr. Garner's presence, but it was as if he had become a distant figure, his voice the only thing that truly mattered in that moment.

His words were a blur, a gentle hum that seemed to fill the space around her. She felt her eyes growing heavy, but she didn't fight it this time. Instead, she let the weight of them sink her into the chair, feeling her body go slack and her mind drift.

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“And wake…”

Mr. Garner sat at his desk, directly next to Sophie, as she slowly opened her eyes. Gaining her bearings, Sophie smiled, looking directly right at him.

“Thanks for trying to hypnotize me, Sir. But, well, like I assumed earlier, hypnosis just does not work. The idea of it is so unbelievably cool though, so if it's alright with you, I hope you would still be willing to keep trying on me!”

She hoped she didn't sound to eager, as she looked hopefully towards him, raising her eyebrows and staring at him with a soft, pleading gaze like her dog would sometimes do when her family sat down for dinner.

Mr. Garner grinned, wheeling his chair from out behind his desk. As he slid over towards her, he openly rubbed the noticeable bulge that had formed in his trousers.

“Not a problem at all dear. From my experience, some people, particularly those that are strong-willed and independent, are quite resistant to hypnosis. You think that’s you, Soph?”

Sophie felt a wave of bliss wash over here, hearing her older, unmarried, teacher call her by her shortened name. She'd never been particularly fond of it as a nickname, but it sounded so soothing when he said it.

“Yep, for better or worse that’s probably me,” she responded, delicately sliding her left hand up her chest towards her neckline, brushing it over her firm, perky breasts.

Her right hand, seemingly of its own accord, traveled down her body to the crotch of her jeans. She began rubbing it gently, the fabric of her panties growing warm and damp beneath the friction.

“You’re probably right, Soph. Truly a shame, as I would love for you to be one of those young women that drifted into hypnosis incredibly easily.”

Mr. Garner’s voice was like honey, dripping with a sweetness that didn’t quite match his usual demeanor. He leaned closer, his eyes holding hers in a way that was almost hypnotic in itself. “You're positive though it didn't work on you?”

Sophie’s enthusiastic smile grew. She cupped her breasts through her shirt, giving them a gentle squeeze as she spoke. “I’d know if I was hypnotized, Sir,” she teased, her thumbs tracing circles around her nipples, which were now visibly hard. “I’m pretty smart, after all.”

“Right. Tell me, Miss Peters, what time did class end?”

“3:30pm, Sir.”

“Yeah, exactly, and I started trying to hypnotize you probably 15 minutes later. And what time is it now?”

Sophie turned to look at the clock. “6:30pm.”

Mr. Garner smirked, looking at her as if he was the only party privy to some elaborate inside joke.

“I don't follow, Sir."

“Do you think you just sat here and chatted with me for three hours? Nothing strange about that Soph?”

Mr. Garner’s question hung in the air as she continued to massage her breasts, her eyes glazed over. She giggled lightly, her breathing becoming heavier as she nodded.

“Oh, totally normal, Mr. Garner. You’re like, my favorite teacher. I could talk about hypnosis with you forever!”

Her hand slipped down to her zipper, unzipping her jeans with ease. She began to fiddle with the button of her pants, her breath hitching as she slipped her hand inside. The fabric of her underwear was damp against her fingertips.

Mr. Garner leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “And do you remember what we talked about during that time?”

Sophie nodded, her cheeks flushing a lovely shade of pink. “Everything. You talked about how hypnosis is just like a really intense nap, and how it’s totally safe, and how much you enjoy teaching it to your favorite students who are as interested as I am!”

As she spoke, she pushed her jeans down slightly, as her fingertips grazing the softness of her folds underneath her modest underwear. She gasped at the contact, her eyes never leaving Mr. Garner’s as she began to rub herself in earnest.

Mr. Garner simply smiled at her, still rubbing at the bulge in his pants. “Of course. That makes perfect sense, Miss Peters.” he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate through her body.

Sophie's hand grew more insistent in her pants, her breathing quickening as she touched herself. She barely noticed as Mr. Garner stood up and locked the door to the room and closed the blinds, before coming to stand directly in front of her.

"Miss Peters," he began, "I'd like you to remove your shirt for me, please."

It seemed like a perfectly reasonable request. After all, Mr. Garner was her teacher (and her favorite one at that), so it stood to reason if he asked her to do something, there was good, logical reason to it. Without hesitation, Sophie nodded eagerly, feeling a thrill run through her body at following his instructions. She stood up, her jeans slipping down even further, and pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her lacy white bra. She felt his eyes on her as she handed him the shirt, and she couldn't help but feel a little shy, but also incredibly excited.

"Very good," Mr. Garner murmured, his eyes raking over her exposed skin. "Now, your bra."

Again, another perfectly appropriate ask that she obeyed without hesitation. Unclipping the clasp of her bra, she let it fall away, revealing her pert breasts and their hardened tips. The cool air of the classroom made her nipples tighten.

Mr. Garner took a deep, hungry breath, his gaze feasting on her exposed flesh. His hand reached down and began to stroke himself through his pants, his eyes never leaving hers. She felt a wonderful sense of pride as Mr. Garner's gaze lingered on her body, getting to spend such quality one on one time after school with her favorite teacher.

"You have quite the cute little breasts, Sophie! I love them! I remember having your sister, Elizabeth in my class a few years ago and while her's were a bit larger, your's are wonderful as well. Tell me, which of your parents do each of you take after? Oh, and do you mind sliding those uncomfortable jeans out of the way and putting your arms behind your head so I can see you a bit better?”

Sophie felt a tremendous sense of pride at the comparison to her older sister, who she had always admired. She had always felt a bit in Elizabeth’s shadow, being five years her junior. The idea that Mr. Garner, who had taught both of them, was speaking so complimentary of her, felt so rewarding.

She flashed him a big, genuine smile and nodded eagerly, sliding her jeans down her legs and kicking them aside, standing their in just her white underwear that hugged her hips lusciously. Sophie placed her arms behind her head, her breasts lifting slightly as she did so.

"I've always been more like my dad, tall and lean, I guess." Sophie said, her voice breathy. She had no idea why she was sharing such personal information with Mr. Garner, but it felt like the most natural thing in the world. "Elizabeth definitely took after my Mom, Kelly, a bit more. We all have similar hair color but she is by far the curviest one in the family."

Mr. Garner nodded, his gaze lingering on her chest before he finally spoke. "Very nice to know! I obviously am quite familiar with your sister, but describe your Mom a bit more for me. What is she like?"

Sophie's thoughts drifted to her mother, as she diligently posed for her teacher as instructed. Her mother was a stunning woman, even after having two children. Her curvy figure was the envy of the neighborhood, and she had a confidence that drew people to her like a magnet. Despite her busy schedule running her own real estate business, she had always made time for her daughters.

"My mom is...beautiful," she said, her voice filled with admiration. "Even after having Elizabeth and me, she's so fit. She and Dad were college sweethearts. She's got this amazing figure, like a curvy goddess. She's runs her own business and is pretty strict, though, especially about school and how we behave, but she's also incredibly loving and supportive."

Mr. Garner chuckled, his eyes still on her chest. "Ah, I can see where you and your sister get your brains and beauty from." He reached down and adjusted himself again. "It sounds like I'd find her quite sexy too, maybe even as much as I do you! Does that bother you at all?"

Sophie's smile grew even broader, her eyes full of innocence. "No, not at all, Mr. Garner! In fact, that's pretty sweet of you. I mean, if you find her attractive, that's totally your business. She's a grown woman, after all, and she can handle herself. Though, my parents are totally in love, like, crazy in love. They've never even looked at anyone else since they met, so I can't really see her entertaining the thought of anyone besides my Dad."

"And what about you, Soph? No issues with your 'fat, creepy, perv of a teacher', as I have overheard you and some of your friends refer to me as, ogling you and telling you how utterly fuckable I find you?"

Sophie giggled, confused why he would think she would ever call him that or why she would get upset by such a polite, thoughtful compliment.

"Mr. Garner, I don't remember saying any of that. And why would I have an issue with that? I am truly flattered and I trust you completely. I appreciate that you may find me attractive, but I’m unfortunately not looking for someone right now and more attracted to people closer in age to me. So while I am more than happy to let you look at my body, that's the extent of it," she said politely.

Mr. Garner made an dramatic, childish pouty face, as he responded. “Well dang. You’re basically a complete bombshell in my eyes though, Sophie. Shoot. Even more reason that I wish you were more receptive to hypnosis. Maybe if you were mindlessly under my control, I’d be able to convince you otherwise. How about this…” he said, briefly turning to check the time before speaking again.

"Sophie my dear, listen closely..."

As soon as he spoke, Sophie's eyes slammed shut and her brain felt super far away, only hearing him speak. While she knew he was talking to her and asking her questions that she was responding to, she couldn’t seem to remember anything they discussed.

“And wake…”

Sophie looked around feeling a bit disoriented. "Sorry about that Sir."

She blinked and took a second look. Mr. Garner was back sitting in his chair. He was completely nude, his skin a pasty white. His skin was wrinkly, with a beer belly that hung over his tiny penis, which looked like it had seen better days. His hairy chest was covered in patches of gray hair and his man boobs looked sad and droopy. His legs were hairy, his toes long and gnarled, and his feet had a smell that was faint but definitely there.

Sophie couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry Sir. I did it again," she said, her voice light and teasing. "Just thinking about this whole hypnosis thing is so calming that I can't help but nod off."

"No worries at all, Sophie. You were saying something before you dozed off there?"

Her cheeks flushed at the memory. "Well, I was just saying how much I wish I could learn hypnosis, so I could, you know, practice it on my friends and family."

Mr. Garner had his hand around his shaft, tugging it as his eyes gleamed with excitement. "You really do want to learn? That's...fascinating. But remember, hypnosis is a serious subject. It's not something to play around with lightly."

Sophie nodded. "Of course, Sir. I totally understand. It's just so...cool! Can you teach me?"

Mr. Garner's smile grew even more cocky, if that was even possible. "I'd be happy to, Miss Peters. It's actually quite easy to get someone completely under your control without them having even the slightest inclination once you know what you are doing."

"Oh, totally!" she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

"Come here," he said, his voice now a command rather than a request. She felt a thrill run through her body as she swung her legs over the chair and gracefully stood up, her panties now sticking to her skin from the wetness that had gathered there.

She walked over to his desk, her hips swaying slightly with each step. She stepped closer to him, her legs feeling wobbly and her heart racing.

Mr. Garner patted his lap. "Why don't you hand me your panties and sit here?"

Sophie looked at him, then at the chair, then back at him. She felt a warmth in her belly as she took his words as an order. She stepped closer, her legs wobbly. Her hand reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down her legs. She stepped out of them and walked over to Mr. Garner, her bare ass cheeks cool in the classroom. She handed them to him with a smile.

He took the damp fabric and held it to his face, his eyes closing as he took a deep breath. His nose was buried in the crotch of the fabric, and she watched as his chest rose and fell. The smell of her arousal filled the room.

"Mmm, you smell so sweet, Miss Peters," Mr. Garner murmured, inhaling deeply from her panties as his erection throbbed on its own.

Sophie smiled and climbed onto his lap, feeling his firmness pressing against her backside. It was a peculiar sensation, but she felt a tremendous sense of pride sitting on their lap of a teacher she thought so highly of. She straddled him, her legs draping over his, and leaned into his fleshy embrace. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in a way that was both comforting and slightly suffocating. She felt his hot breath on her neck as his eyes remained closed, savoring the scent of her arousal.

"Thank you," she whispered, not knowing why she felt so compelled to say it, but feeling it deeply. His arms tightened around her, and she felt his cock throb against her.

He laughed deeply as he rubbed her slender back, pulling her into his own fat body, “No problem, sexy! It's my pleasure Sophie, you've always been one of my favorite students after all," he teased.

"Oh, so you think I'm sexy?!? Too bad you couldn't manage to hypnotize me to get me to fall head over heels for you" she giggled, sticking her tongue out at him.

Mr. Garner chuckled, sliding his hands down her back and giving her tush a quick pinch as he replied, “Oh you got me good Sophie! There's nothing more I wish I could do than take over your sexy little mind and make you crave me sexually. But, well, like you said, hypnosis just doesn't work on you sadly.”

Sophie giggled, feeling his hardness pressing against her, but not quite understanding the context of his words. She leaned into his chest, enjoying the normality of the situation. "So, how do we go about learning hypnosis then?" she asked, her voice a mix of innocence and mischief as she stared longingly into his eyes.

"I love how eager you are to learn hypnosis! I can tell how excited you are thinking about all of the people you want to try it out on," he remarked, giving her tush another pinch.

Sophie nodded emphatically, her heart racing. She felt a strange wetness spreading between her thighs. She was pretty sure it wasn’t sweat, it was...something else. She couldn’t put her finger on it.

"I mean, it's so sexy. Imagine being able to make anyone do whatever you want them to do," she whispered, leaning further into his chest, her eyes closed in pure bliss as she thought about the power she would hold. The wetness between her thighs only grew, as she absentmindedly ground herself against Mr. Garner's lap.

Mr. Garner's hand began to move from her back, up to her hair. He gently stroked her locks, his touch sending shivers down her spine. With his other hand, he squeezed her ass, his grip firm and possessive. She let out a moan, arching her back slightly to push herself into his grasp.

“Anyone in particular come to mind that you would think to hypnotize, Sophie? Be open and honest with me.”

She moaned, just hearing the word 'hypnosis.' “Well, you obviously know Lynnette. She is my best friend and maybe given class today I could try to convince her to let me practice on her. We have been pretty inseparable our since like third grade and our planning to go to college together. Maybe Elizabeth when she comes home in a few weeks for Christmas. And it sounded like you thought my Mom would be really sexy, though knowing her she would be skeptical of letting me try to hypnotize her.”

Mr. Garner nodded thoughtfully, stroking her hair while his cock pulsed against her ass. "Ah, three delicious candidates. I think I can probably manage Lynnette. Your mother though, yes, seems like an optimal first subject for you. She's a sharp cookie, isn't she? But fear not, my dear. As your teacher, I assure you there are ways you can hypnotize her without her even knowing. The best way I have found is to implant suggestions while someone sleeps. It’s a bit more subtle, but incredibly effective. It’s like whispering sweet nothings into their subconscious that only you and I would know about. Then once the suggestions have been implanted, you cam get her to go under with ease again and again."

Her eyes widened at the thought. "Really? Like, I could tell her to do anything?"

"Yep, once she is firmly under your control, we can get her to do anything! Especially things that violate with her closely held beliefs. Things that she might today not consciously agree to, but her subconscious might be more...receptive to." His hand slid down to her ass again, giving it a firm squeeze. "Plus with her amenable to hypnosis, it will be much easier to take control of your sister when she's back home."

Sophie's heart raced as she considered the implications of what Mr. Garner was saying. It was like a wild, naughty fantasy come to life. The thought of her mom, so strong and in control, at her and Mr. Garner's mercy, doing whatever they asked her to do. The thought of it was so exciting!

"Oh, wow, Mr. Garner, that's just...that's just amazing!" she exclaimed, her voice high and breathy with excitement. "I can't wait to learn how to do that so I can hypnotize my Mom for you!"

Mr. Garner leaned back in his chair, his hand still resting possessively on her bare thigh. "Good, good. Now remember, it's all about the subtlety. We don't want her or anyone else to catch on, do we?"

"Of course not!" she giggled, her cheeks flushing with excitement. "It's like a secret club that only we're in!"

"Exactly," he said, his voice a low purr. "And as the leader of this secret club, I will be there to guide my star pupil every step of the way."

Sophie felt a thrill at the power she was about to wield. She leaned in closer to Mr. Garner, her breasts pressing against his chest, her voice a seductive whisper. "I can't wait to learn how to hypnotize my mom," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Mr. Garner chuckled, his hand moving to cup one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. "Me too. Why don't you come over to my home tomorrow after school. And once she is safely under our control, I'm very much lookng forward to meeting your Mom."

Sophie giggled, feeling a thrill at the thought of her mother being part of their little secret club. She leaned in closer to him, her breasts pressing into his chest. "Can't wait!"

Mr. Garner leaned in and kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "But for now, we must get you dressed. You wouldn't want anyone to get suspicious, would you?"

Sophie nodded, though she was slightly disappointed that their after-school session had to come to an end. She felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest as she thought about all the fun she would have with her soon to be unlocked hypnotic abilities. She slid off Mr. Garner’s lap, her body feeling a bit sticky from their little rendezvous.

"Alright, I'll go get dressed," she said, her voice still breathy from the excitement. She turned to pick up her underwear from the floor, but Mr. Garner stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.

"Let me keep these as a...memento," he said, his eyes glinting.

Sophie giggled, thrilled by his request. "Okay," she said, blushing. She handed him the damp fabric and watched as he placed it in his desk drawer, his eyes never leaving hers. She quickly pulled on her jeans and shirt. She wasn't weirded out about getting dressed in front of him. She knew Mr. Garner had seen everything already, and she was just his favorite student, after all.

As she was about to leave, he called her back over. "One more thing, Sophie," he said, his voice smooth and seductive. "Give me a kiss goodbye."

She squealed eagerly, walking back over to him. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips, her heart racing. His hand came up and cupped her cheek, holding her in place as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She moaned softly, feeling his hand slide down to her ass and squeeze it gently.

Mr. Garner broke the kiss, smiling at her. "See you tomorrow," he said, his voice a low growl.

"See you tomorrow," she echoed, her voice shaky with excitement. She practically floated out of the room, her mind racing with thoughts of the power she would soon hold.