Stay with Ryan

Ally’s eyes darted between her sister and her boyfriend. Why was Courtney so insistent on tipping the hypnotist? Then again, did it really matter? Probably not. Her mom and dad were footing the bill anyway. Courtney could have her little fun. She’d only be gone a minute and Ally had more important things to do, namely Ryan. “Have fun,” she said quickly, before bringing her lips back to Ryan’s again.

With that Courtney made her way off into the crowd. After a quick trip to the ATM, she arrived behind the performance stage. Behind the metal scaffold of the stage, stood rows and rows of trailers and RVs that belonged to the various performers. Despite the crowded labyrinth of vehicles, Courtney’s feet carried her on as if they knew just where to go. They led her through the twisting paths and to a particular trailer, much nicer than the ones around it. Its sleek, black metal gleamed in the fair’s colored lights. The door hung ajar.

Courtney stepped through and up into the vehicle, again with an inexplicable confidence of where to go.

A raven haired woman turned as she entered, a sly smile forming at the corner of her mouth. She had traded in her sequins and fishnets for a robe of soft silk whose fabric clung to her curves. “Ah, Courtney, so good to see you again.”

Courtney blushed, though she didn’t know why. “Um, yeah. I just wanted to thank you for the show. Thank you for hypnotizing me. I . . . um . . . had fun, I think.”

“No thanks needed, dear. You were so delightful to play with.”

“Still, I wanted to give you a tip,” Courtney said dreamily as her hand dipped into the pocket of her ripped jeans and extracted a thick wad of cash.

“Oh, for me?” Esmerelda asked, feigning surprise. “If you insist. Please come and give it to me. I don’t bite, at least not yet.”

Again, Courtney’s feet seemed to move on their own, carrying her towards the other woman. She reached out a hand and then felt a touch on her forehead.

Esmerelda’s movements were deft and deliberate. One hand quickly took the cash, while the other placed a finger on the young blonde’s forehead. “You did so well, bringing this to me, such a good girl.”

Courtney melted into the touch as the memories of her recent trance bubbled up from the pool of her subconscious. The fingertip was tracing small circles across her skin and she felt her head drifting along in time with it. Suddenly the muscles in her neck felt like soft putty; Esmerelda’s touch more than enough to lead her head in a slow, seductive orbit of submission.

“It feels so good to know that you thanked me, that you pleased me. That’s all you need to think about, all you need to know. You can just let everything else go. Let all your thoughts go.

“Mmmm,” was all Courtney managed to say as her lips parted and her eyelids began to flutter.

“Just let yourself drift away on those feelings. Let yourself follow the sound of my voice. Let go.”

“Let go?” she mumbled groggily.

“SLEEP!”

Courtney’s head fell forward, chin tucking against her chest, ponytail flopping off to the side. That powerful, commanding voice kept talking, but Courtney couldn’t make the words out. She didn’t need to. She just needed to drift and follow and forget, so she did.

Then she was blinking awake, taking in the rich upholstery of the coach’s interior. “Oh, um, sorry. I think I dozed off for a second there.”

“Oh, don’t trouble yourself. That has a funny way of happening around me.”

Had the woman always been standing so close? Courtney wasn’t sure. She only knew she had to thank her. “Um yeah, I wanted to thank you for the show. Thank you for hypnotizing me.” She reached into her pocket for the cash she’d gotten, but found no sign of it. Her fingers kept fumbling, but still came up empty. She turned the pocket inside out, revealing just a small smattering of lint. “Oh sorry. I could have sworn I got cash.”

The woman seemed oddly pleased by that reaction. “That’s quite alright. Your thanks is enough for me.”

“No!” Courtney yelled. “I have to give you something, have to please you.”

“Well, in that case, there might be one thing you could give me.”

“Just name it,” she said without thinking.

“Don’t take offense, dear. But that outfit looks so fetching on you. I wouldn’t mind having it for myself.

“That’s . . .” Courtney said, looking down skeptically at her tight tank top and baggy jeans. “Perfectly normal.” The words just came to her. Of course, it was normal. After all, she had to thank this kind woman for hypnotizing her somehow and she didn’t have anything else to give. Without any further hesitation, she curled her fingers around the hem of her top and pulled it off. The cool air of the trailer brushed against her skin, giving her goosebumps, but she kept going. She unbuckled her belt, which was mostly for show anyway and pulled the jeans down, stepping out of the pool of denim. Then she proceeded to neatly fold the pants and shirt and offer them to the older woman.

Esmerelda took the discarded garments and laid them on the leather seat behind her. “Thank you, dear. That’s so kind of you. Of course, the set isn’t complete yet,” she said, staring pointedly at Courtney’s black bra and panties.

“You want these too?” Courtney asked, some distant alarm bell sounding in her head. That was wrong. That didn’t make any sense. It was too far. It was . . .

“Don’t think. Just drift and follow.”

“Oh, right,” Courtney repeated as the world lost focus. Of course, she shouldn’t think about that. She should just follow the voice. It would tell her what she needed to do. Her hand floated up and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her panties joined it moments later. Feeling dizzy, she scooped them up and offered them to the woman. “Thank you for hypnotizing me.”

“Of course, dear. It was my pleasure,” Esmerelda cooed, taking the underwear.

A dull ember of warmth sparked to life deep in Courtney’s stomach, the satisfaction of having pleased the voice, having thanked her. As she reveled in the feeling, she missed the fingertip reaching for her forehead again. This time her eyes rolled up to follow it. The world became a dim blur of colors and shapes and sensations.

“Drift away for me, pet. You’re getting so good at sleeping for me.”

The praise only stoked the fire building between Courtney’s legs. She wanted to be good for the voice, so she went back to sleep as quickly as she could, letting go of all her thoughts. The words poured into her once more, and she soaked them up like a sponge.

Then her eyes blinked open again and she looked up at Esmerelda from her position kneeling on the floor. Had she always been kneeling? Had Esmerelda always been sitting? Oh well. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was thanking her. “Thank you for hypnotizing me.” The blonde reached for her pocket, but found the whole pocket missing and the pants along with it. “Um, where are my clothes?”

“Don’t concern yourself with that. It isn’t important. What is important?”

“Thank you. Giving you a tip,” she answered automatically. “But, but. I don’t have anything to give. I could have sworn I got cash, but I guess not. I’d give you my clothes, but I don’t know where they went.”

“I’m sure there’s still some tip you could offer.”

“But what?”

“Why the tip of your tongue of course,” Esmerelda said, spreading her legs. The silky curtains of her robe parted to reveal the supple valley of tender flesh ending in dripping wetness between her legs.

A wave of relief washed over Courtney. Thank goodness, there was still something she could do. She began crawling forward, towards the inviting warmth of the other woman’s sex. Somewhere in the back of her mind, a tiny voice whispered that something was wrong, that she shouldn’t be doing this. But that wasn’t important. Only thanking Esmerelda was important. She could figure out what seemed off later.

After she’d given her tip.

Courtney tentatively extended her tongue. She’d never done anything like this with another woman before. She started by slowly dragging her tongue across the glistening lips of the hypnotist’s sex. The taste of iron and musk flooded her senses. For a second, she hesitated. The flavor made it all far too real. Maybe she should stop. Then she saw the way that Esmerelda had thrown her head back. She was doing it, thanking the woman for hypnotizing her, pleasing her. She redoubled her efforts, giving one slow, sensual lick after another, letting the juices run down her tongue.

The pleasure formed an endless feedback loop. The more she pleased Esmerelda, the more pleasure she felt herself. Soon, just licking wasn’t enough. She brought her lips together in a deep kiss, letting the heady scent of arousal flood her nostrils.

Long, delicate fingers wrapped themselves around Courtney’s ponytail, gripping it like a handle, and urging her on, pulling her deeper. That was all she needed. She buried herself in the woman’s pussy. Her lips met Esmerelda's, pushing them apart and nestling into the warmth inside. Instinctively, her tongue darted out, licking and lapping once more, **** to give as much pleasure as she could.

“Drift for me,” that commanding voice said once more.

And Courtney did. Her thoughts faded, erased by the relentless rhythm of her own tongue, lapping away her own thoughts. She reached a perfect bliss, no cares, no concerns, just a mindless mouth.

Then hands were on her shoulders, yanking her backwards. The soft, enveloping warmth of Esmerelda’s flesh vanished and only the cold air stung at Courtney’s soaked face. She blinked slowly, trying to regain her bearings.

“What the fuck?” A familiar voice shouted.

Courtney looked up at the silhouette. It looked like her, but with wider hips and a fuller figure. She knew this person, it was just coming slowly. It was . . . . Ally.

“You leave my sister alone.”

“It was all her idea. She simply wanted to thank me.”

“Like hell she did,” Ally snapped, helping Courtney to her feet. She’d found a spare robe somewhere and draped it over her dazed sister. “Come on Court, we’re leaving. I knew I had a bad feeling. I should never have let you come back here.”

“But I have to thank her,” Courtney mumbled.

Ally gripped her sister’s shoulders, turning her to look into her glassy eyes. “Are you alright? What did she do to you?”

“You already know, dear,” Esmerelda’s voice called from the couch. “The same thing I did to you. I’d be careful staring into her eyes like that if I were you. You know what can happen.”

“Shut up,” Ally growled, still looking. As if she’d ever get hypnotized by looking into her own sister’s eyes. “Courtney, talk to me. Say something, anything.”

“I need to thank her,” she repeated.

“Anything but that.” A flicker of worry crossed Ally’s face, and Esmerelda seized on it.

“She can’t hear you. She’s too deeply hypnotized. Look at her eyes, so blank, so peaceful. You remember that feeling.”

“Stop it.” Still, she’d never seen her sister’s face look so completely calm.

“You can remember what it was like to just let go, to just drift on the sound of my voice. It’s almost like all that delicious relaxation is flowing from her eyes into yours.

“No, stop,” Ally murmured, feeling her own lids beginning to droop.

“It’s like her eyes are two pools of deep water, pulling you deeper, pulling you under.”

Ally was sinking, sinking into her sister’s gaze. Suddenly the lights of the camper vanished and she was floating in a deep blue pool. She barely noticed Esmerelda’s hands rubbing her temples

“That’s it. Just float and drift in the water, let yourself go deeper and deeper for me.”

“Deeper,” Ally repeated. “No.” She knew what was happening to her, knew she had to fight it, she tried to move, tried to swim to the surface, but the water just kept getting deeper, the touch on her temples more tender, the voice in her ears softer. The blue was fading to black, and then she slept.

When Ally awoke, she was kneeling naked beside her sister, looking up at the elegant, commanding woman above her. A feeling of profound gratitude welled in her chest, and she heaved a heavy sigh, sending her heavier still breasts gently swaying. “Thank you for hypnotizing me.”

“You certainly gave me a scare, interrupting my fun like that.”

The edge in Esmerelda’s voice stung Ally’s dazed mind. “I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?”

“Well, I can think of one way,” Esmerelda said, slowly parting her legs and exposing herself to the pair.

Ally began crawling forward, so happy there was something she could do to atone for being so rude.

“What the fuck?” A man’s voice called up from the door as Ryan caught up and entered the trailer.

“Oh, for christ’s sake,” Esmerelda grumbled, snapping her legs closed and stood. “I’ve got to start locking that door.”

“Whoah,” Ryan gasped as he finally took in the full scene before him. “You hypnotized my girlfriend and her sister.”

Neither girl reacted to his entrance. They just kept staring straight ahead.

“Yes, and I was just preparing to enjoy the spoils, until you so rudely interrupted,” she said, closing the distance. “But I’ll teach you to behave as well. Just look deeply into my eyes.”

“I see. You’re trying to use the same method on me that I observed at the show earlier because I’ll believe it works.”

“Stop analyzing and lose yourself in the depths of my eyes. Feel them dragging you in like an unescapable gravity.”

“And now you’re supplementing that with imagery to try and turn my own imagination against me. Clever.”

“Just because you understand the mechanics doesn’t mean you can resist it. You see the evidence of my power. You know you can’t fight the call of my voice. Just drift for me.”

Both women released contented sighs, but Ryan only nodded. “And you’re using your past conquests to make me question myself.”

“You shouldn’t be able to resist,” Esmerelda hissed.

“Sorry, lady. I’ve been into hypnokink for as long as I can remember. I know all the tricks. Now I suppose I should take these two,” he said, gently guiding the entranced women to their feet. “Still it’s hot to see Ally so blank like this,” he said almost to himself.

“So you’re a fellow enthusiast,” Esmerelda said, eyes alighting with mischief. “But you’ve never seen her like this, which means you’re not a practitioner yourself.”

“Well, I mean yeah,” he said, gaze wandering down at Ally’s erect nipples.

“Then perhaps we could work out some kind of compromise.”

Ryan paused, looking between his girlfriend and the hypnotist and back. He knew the right thing to do, knew Ally would be grateful he’d saved them. But would she ever want to try hypnosis again after this? Maybe not. Not without a nudge anyway. Surely, it couldn’t hurt to at least hear the proposal. “What did you have in mind?”

***

Ally awoke to the sound of wet, smacking lips. She followed the noise to see her sister, butt naked, hair undone, face buried between the legs of the hypnotist from tonight’s show. That made sense. Courtney was just expressing her gratitude for being hypnotized. After all, being hypnotized was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

“You okay, babe?” Ryan asked from above her.

Only then did Ally realize she was kneeling, naked, while Ryan sat beside the hypnotist. “I think so. I still feel a little trancey. Can you remind me what I was doing down here?”

“You don’t remember?” Ryan asked with a smirk. “You were thanking me for introducing you to hypnosis.”

Suddenly understanding clicked into place like the last piece of a puzzle. That was why she’d been kneeling and naked, because Ryan liked it. He deserved that for introducing her to her new fetish. She realized then that it was truly her fetish. She loved nothing more than being controlled, and she owed it all to Ryan, her boyfriend, her Master. Luckily, she knew just how to show her appreciation. Her eyes glazed as she crawled forward and unzipped his pants. “Thank you for showing me, Master.”

His manhood sprung free and she wrapped her lips around it and began to bob up and down. Soon her thoughts faded and she lost herself in the motion and the knowledge she was pleasing her Master, her own muffled mewls of pleasure joining those of her sister. She was so engrossed in her task, she didn’t even notice Ryan and Esmerelda shake hands above her.