Testing Her Out

I let my gaze take in Melissa's entranced form a for a beat longer. She stood unblinking for nearly a minute so far. She was like a statue. I was sure that she hypnotized herself but was she a hundred percent under? Being a veteran wrestler Melissa was a pretty good actress. If she wanted to she could star in some shows and movies as some sort of action type character. She was great on the mic, her skill was honed throughout the years. Her ring persona, Thunder Rosa had been successful as both a face and heel throughout her career. She could sell and job like the best of them. It hit me that one of her recent story arcs was that she another wrestler she was allied with, Tessa Blanchard were both mind controlled by their rivals. It was an odd arc and it did not last but in it Melissa and Tessa had to both act as if they were mindless zombies, both were pretty good at it despite the arc being laughable. My gaze stared at Melissa's face, it remained blank and unblinking. There was a chance she could be pulling my leg I thought. I smiled and hoped that she would break and smile back. She did not. "Well I guess I have to test you out and see if you're really under..." I say hoping to see her break but she remained unchanged.

I grew a little warm with Melissa's lack of a reaction. Excitement was starting to build in me. There was a big chance at that moment that my best friend was really under mind control. I cleared my throat as I thought of what I wanted to do test it out. An obvious idea hit me, something I knew that would break her act if she was pulling my leg. We dated very briefly years ago, it was nothing serious though we had fun making out and enjoyed our time as a couple. It never got sexual. Melissa was a bit conservative at the time and she did not want to have sex before marriage. I was fine with it, it was her choice and I liked being her friend than a lover. Though she would wander around me nonchalantly with just a towel she never would go full naked, it was against her conservative nature. I straightened and I could not hide my smug grin as I cleared my throat once more before I commanded, "Melissa strip naked for me."

Melissa's face remained blank and she replied monotoned, "...yes master..." My jaw dropped as she started to shrug off her track top. The top was soon off and tossed away revealing her toned arms. I was speechless and grew hard right away as she pulled her sports bra off and her naked tits came into view. Her breasts were well shaped and natural hang perfectly on her chest. They angled outward slightly and were capped with small dark nipples. The sports bra joined the track top as Melissa, still looking straight ahead started to peel her workout leggings from her hips. As she worked the legging down, I am welcomed to the sight of her simple white bikini cut panties underneath. Melissa kicks off her sneakers as the leggings get closer to her ankles. Her tits jiggle playfully as she balances herself to remove socks and the leggings the rest of the way. Soon she is just in her panties. With just a slight pause, she hooks her thumbs around the waistband of the panties and push them south to unmask her clean shaven womanhood.

I'm awe struck as Melissa tossed the panties aside. She stands naked before me. She looked great in the buff, it was how imagined she would have looked. She was well muscled from all of her training and had all of her curves in the right places. Her hair is out of the messy ponytail, it had come loose when she removed her sports bra. Her hair is a bit of mess though and it only adds to her complete and utter nakedness. Melissa was really under mind control I thought and I was her master...I was speechless but my mind was racing with ideas.