The Erotic Hypnotist

(With some apologies to ewong: I hijacked a bit of your idea, I hope you don't mind.)

“Now open your eyes,” Maria heard a voice say. She blinked once or twice, surveying the large room. The oddness of it made it take longer to register, but finally it clicked. A comedy club. She and Cassie were on a stage, and Cassie was holding a microphone. A rambunctious group of young people lounged and dined beneath them, though most of the plates were now empty. Cassie was clearly the after-dinner entertainment.

“How do you feel?” she asked, holding the mic toward Maria.

“Fine? I’m okay,” Maria said, lamely. Her lackluster response didn't phase Cassie in the least.

“See folks? She’s completely under, and she doesn’t even know it.” Under? What kind of dream was this?

A few members of the audience shouted “Prove it!”

Cassie smiled widely. “Maria, the audience wants me to prove it. So let me ask you a question. You’re not the type to, say, strip off your clothes in front of an audience, are you?”

Maria’s eyes widened. “No!”

“So if I told you to take off your shirt, you wouldn’t do that, would you?” Cheers went up from the audience.

“Of course not,” she said. Maria looked down at herself. She wore a deep blue blouse cut just deeply enough to show off a bit of her chest, and plain black skirt, and tennis shoes.

Cassie’s predatory smile widened. “Maria, take off your shirt.” The crowd waited in silence. Maria rolled her eyes. A cheer went up from the audience, but Maria had no idea why.

She turned to Cassie. “You know I’m not gonna, right?” Cassie simply held a hand out toward her and took a little bow. People clapped and cheered. Maria looked down at herself.

“Oh my god!” she shouted. She wrapped her arms around her bra-covered breasts. Her blouse was on the floor. Her face burned red. So it was that sort of dream!

“Arms down at your side,” Cassie laughed. Her arms went obediently down. The would-be erotic hypnotist turned to her audience. “Do you believe me yet?”

No! the audience cried. She’s faking! Cassie’s eyes sparkled. Her elegant black dress swished as she worked the crowd.

“No?” she asked the crowd, pausing dramatically. “Then how about I do something no girl would ever willingly go through?” An excited hush fell. “You might not be able to tell from down there, but I can see that Maria here is hiding a little secret. Two of them, actually. Isn’t that so, Maria?”

Her heart started thumping. Was Cassie talking about… It’s not real, she told herself. It’s just a dream. It’s not real. A hand reached inside her bra cup. Maria’s arms were stuck at her sides—she couldn’t do anything! When the hand pulled away, her falsie came with it.

“Maria!” she exclaimed with fake surprise, holding up the rubbery insert. “You stuff your bra!” The crowd went nuts. She was speechless, mortified. “Do you all want to see what she really looks like?” she asked the crowd. Yes!

She unclasped the black garment and slowly, teasingly slid it down her chest. The other falsie fell to the floor. “Please don’t,” Maria begged.

Her roommate whispered into her ear. “Then try to stop me.” But she couldn’t. She was helpless to watch as the bra finally dipped below the tiny bumps on her chest. The crowd laughed. Aw look honey, they’re so little! Like teeny little bug bites! Maria knew she was here for a purpose. But for the life of her she couldn’t remember what it was. All she could think of was the intense humiliation of her exposure.

“Oh Maria,” she said into the microphone. “You don’t need a bra for these! Does she?” No! “In fact, you will never wear a bra again. Repeat after me, Maria. I will never wear a bra over my tiny titties again.”

“I will never wear a bra over my tiny titties again.” She heard her own traitorous voice, but she could hardly believe it. Her mouth felt as if it were being moved by someone else.

She turned her attention back to the audience. “So who here thinks she is totally wet right now? Ladies, what do you think?” Yeah, totally! “Should we check?” Yes! The crowd was in a frenzy.

Maria knew what was coming. “Lift your skirt and let’s see if you’re wet,” Cassie said. Her equally traitorous hands pulled up her little skirt to reveal that not only wasn’t she wearing any underwear, but her pussy was actually dripping a little down her leg. The audience whooped. Wow, what a slut!

“Wow Maria, you are a slut,” Cassie told her. “You totally get off on this! You’re going to go home tonight and play with yourself, aren’t you? Tell the truth.”

“I…oh god, yes!”

“I don’t think a slut like you should get to play with herself whenever she wants. What do you think?” No! “Close your eyes Maria. Go deep for me, Maria. Listen very carefully. You are really horny, and you want to play with yourself so bad. But you have a problem. Your clit is gone!” The crowd was dead silent. “That’s right. When you reach down and touch yourself it will be totally missing. No little pleasure bud, and most of all, no pleasure. When you wake up, you will be completely clitless. And…wake up.”

* * *

Maria gasped awake, rubbing her eyes against the light that was just starting to come through the window. Cassie still seemed to be asleep. Marie couldn’t remember what she had dreamed about, but whatever it was, she was horny as hell. What the hell, she thought, Cassie is still sleeping. I can get a little playtime in.

She reached down to the junction between her thighs, stroking her labia lips. It tingled in a way that it hadn’t in a very long time. She reveled in the sensation as long as she could stand, but she had little self control and was soon sliding her fingers to that all-important pleasure center. Except, she was having a hard time finding it. It should be right there, right under the hood, but it wasn’t! Where was it?!

Her dream came back to her in a flash. Her hands jumped up to her breasts, which were now braless under a thin t-shirt.

Oh god, she thought, what am I going to do now?