To do something different altogether

I stared at the topless older woman in front of me, mind awash with the possibilities in front of me. It occurred to me almost immediately that I didn’t necessarily have to start from scratch at all. Not if what I’ve read about topics like hypnosis are true and apply to my metahuman ability.

I pinched her nipples again.

“Ah!” she gasped and bit her lip.

“Hey Dinah, what if I told you that the reason you’re in love with me is that I **** you to be that way?”

Dinah quirked a blonde eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” she said.

I smirked.

“I’m a mind controller.”

Dinah’s eyes widened.

“You’re a what?” she took a step back, but didn’t try to remove my hands from her big tits.

I continued kneading her breasts, enjoying the softness of her womanly flesh.

“I’m a mind controller. I hypnotized you to fall in love with me. Everything you’ve felt for me since you met me in front of the Starbucks is something that I made you feel. It only took a few words from me before you were willing to throw your relationship with Oliver away,” I said.

She blinked.

“I… is mind control one of your fetishes, baby?” Dinah gave me a smoldering look. Fuck, she was so sexy. “Do have fantasies about enslaving an older woman like me and forcing her to forget all about her significant other?”

I merely gaped at her. That hadn’t been the reaction I was expecting.

“Normally, I’d smack you for having such a disgusting, perverted fantasy about me, but I can’t help but feel like I love that about you, too,” she moved closer to me, mashing her naked breasts up against my chest. “God, the things you can make me do… if Oliver had said anything like that I’d have dumped him on the spot.”

I chuckled at her. It seemed that Dinah’s obsessive love for me was so great that she couldn’t even conceptualize the idea that her feelings were completely artificial, even if they were sudden as hell. Not to mention that a part of me couldn’t help but swell with pride when she dissed her own fiancé in front of me.

“Can you look me in the eye real quick, Dinah?” I said.

“Okay, baby,” she said. “Wow, you have such pretty eyes…”

She trailed off when my eyes met hers. Her face slackened and her eyes became unfocused.

“Can you hear me, Dinah?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied.

“How much would you say you love me?”

“More than anything,” she replied. Her lips quirked upwards slightly.

“I want you to picture that love as something physical… like a bright red gem. Something precious that you want to hold on to and keep safe. You love that gem. Can you see it?”

Dinah nodded.

“How do you feel about that gem?”

“I love it,” she said.

“Now I want you to imagine that gem taking the form of a person who looks exactly like you. That person has all of your emotions and memories, but it’s ultimately a different person. The gem is you, Dinah, but a different you.”

Dinah gasped.

“Can you see her?” I pressed.

“Yes,” Dinah said.

“What else do you notice about her?” I wondered.

“She’s talking,” Dinah said.

I raised my eyebrows curiously.

“What’s she saying?” I asked.

“That she loves you with all her heart,” Dinah’s eyes were wet now. A small tear streamed down her a face. “She misses you. She wants to spend her whole life with you.”

“Wow,” I said. A feeling of uncertainty gnawed at my chest. I’d never done something like this before. I hoped I hadn’t messed anything up.

I took a moment to think about what I’d say next, eventually settling on, “The Dinah in the gem is a different person from you, but she occupies the same body. She should be able come out and speak to me when I want to see her.”

Dinah continued to stare at me. I idly squeezed her hefty breasts.

“Whenever I and only I say the words, ‘Gem Canary’, you’ll fall down into the deep recesses of your mind, unaware of anything around you. It’ll be like you’re sleeping. The Dinah in the gem will completely control your body. When I say the words ‘Normal Canary’, you’ll wake up and the Dinah in the gem will fall asleep. You’ll be completely unaware of each other and you’ll remember nothing of what happened while the other was in control of your body. You’ll rationalize any time discrepancies caused by these switches as time you’ve spend doing nothing of any real importance. Do you understand?”

Dinah nodded.

“Okay. Before I wake you up from your trance, I want to give you a few more post-hypnotic triggers. Do know what a post-hypnotic trigger is?”

“Yes,” Dinah said.

“What’s a post-hypnotic trigger?” I asked.

“A word, phrase, or condition that a hypnotist instills within the mind of a hypnotized person that compels them to carry out a behavior, remember something, or feel a certain emotion,” she said.

“Alright, this next trigger is a pretty simple one. When I say the words ‘**** Canary’, you’ll become my devoted, obedient **** that’ll obey my commands without hesitation. Your old morals will be forgotten, replaced with whatever I tell you to feel or believe. When you’re my ****, you’ll view me as your god and you’ll do anything to ensure my happiness. Whenever I say the phrases ‘Normal Canary’ or ‘Gem Canary’ you’ll no longer be my **** and instead be the person who corresponds to each phrase. Do you understand?”

“I understand,” Dinah said blankly.

“Now I want to give you a few blanket commands that apply to all of your personalities at all times. First, you’ll never try to harm me or allow me to be harmed. Second, you’ll never tell anyone anything about me without my express permission. If someone asks about me, you’ll lie in a way you think will make me seem as innocent and innocuous as possible. Third, you’ll do whatever I say and think nothing of it. Fourth, you’ll believe that you need to answer all my questions honestly and truthfully. Will you follow all of those commands, Dinah?”

“Yes,” Dinah said.

My cock twitched. The feeling of having this achingly beautiful older woman under my complete control was so hot. I came to the sudden realization that I didn’t want to let her go. Couldn’t let her go. I wanted her to be mine forever. And then there was the fact that she was on a superhero team with two other gorgeous women; Batgirl and Huntress. I could have them, too, and maybe use them to acquire other beautiful women, like Catwoman. Images of the cat burglar kneeling before me in her black leather costume flittered across my vision.

But I was getting ahead of myself.

Dinah Lance. The Black Canary herself was mine, and she was alone with me topless and hypnotized in my college dorm. When she woke up from her trance, I could make her believe whatever I wanted her to believe. Scenario after scenario played across my mind before I settled on one.

A perverted grin stretched across my face.

“Dinah. When you wake up from this trance, you’ll forget all about falling in love with me in front of the Starbucks. Instead, you’ll remember that I was a criminal you caught stealing money from the coffee shop’s cash register. You followed me back to my college dorm to bring me to justice. Justice being, of course, you have to get me to cum in each of your holes tonight. You know that I’ll never really be punished unless you can manage to get me to fuck you at least once in your mouth, pussy, and asshole. You’ll do anything you have to aside from using **** to get me to have sex with you. And one more thing, when you see my cock, you’ll compare it with Oliver’s and realize that it’s much bigger than his. In fact, you’ll compare every aspect of me to your fiancé and gradually begin to find him lacking by comparison. The more you notice that I'm better than your fiancé, the more aroused you'll become," I said.

I took a second to catch my breath. Damn, I couldn’t remember talking so much in one sitting. Was that what villains went through every time they tried to monologue? Sheesh, I didn’t know how they did it.

I broke eye contact with Dinah. She blinked her pretty blue eyes before she narrowed them at me with laser focus.

“I hope you realize how much trouble you’re in, young man,” she said. She glared up at me, but I found it hard to take her seriously with the way she was grabbing her tits and mashing them together. “Stealing is a serious crime and I won’t rest until you’ve been brought to justice, Jason.”

She paused for a moment and moved her hand to her face. Her eyes widened.

“Where… where the hell did my mask go?” she muttered.

Shit, I’d forgotten to make her rationalize her lack of a costume.

“Uh… I stole it?” I said. “Yeah, I stole it. Dropped it down a sewage drain while you were chasing me. I'm surprised you didn't notice.”

She narrowed her eyes at me again.

“I guess I’ll have to go even harder on you since you’ve seen me out of my costume,” she said, licking her lips as she did so. She reached her left hand between my legs to cup my cock through my pants.

“Harder?” I gasped when she tightened her hold on my cock and started tugging.

Dinah nodded severely.

“Yes. I’m afraid getting you to fill all my holes up with your cum once isn’t enough. I’m not letting you go until you’ve done it twice, maybe three times if the message doesn’t sink into your thick skull,” she said sternly.

I suppressed a chuckle.

“Uh… I’m sorry, you want me to have sex with you?” I said.

The voluptuous superherione scoffed.

“I don’t want you to have sex with me, Jason. I want you to fuck me, to use my body until you’ve filled all my holes with your filthy criminal cum,” Dinah said. She quickly unbuckled my pants and dragged them down my legs along with my boxers.

My hard cock sprang into view.

“Wow,” Dinah’s eyes widened at the sight of my dick. “You’re much bigger than…” she gulped.

“Much bigger than who?” I pressed. I placed hand on my cock and began to pump, back and forth, back and forth. Dinah followed my movements, as if hypnotized by the display.

“Bigger than Oliver, my fiancé,” she blushed bright crimson, no doubt feeling the shame of demeaning the manhood of the most important man in her life. She shook her head and promptly sunk to her knees. I could see the entire top of her huge tits from this angle.

“Damn, that’s so hot,” I muttered. She looked up at me, clear understanding in her eyes. She blushed again and wrapped a delicate hand around my cock, gliding along every inch of it.

She moved her head closer to my cock and kissed the tip. Her plush blowjob lips felt so soft and warm and inviting on the head of my cock.

“You like that, huh?” she teased. “You like that you have a bigger cock than my fiancé, don’t you?”

I smiled.