Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica)
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Table of Contents
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Hypnosis
Chapter 1
She languidly wandered into the bookstore, lacking direction and thought. The ennui of stay-at-home life had turned her days into a blurry unending stretch of agonizing boredom, and even shopping was beginning to lose its appeal. Thus, Emma found herself wandering into a bookstore, something which she regarded almost as an act of desperation.
She immediately found herself faced with a seemingly infinite number of title and cover combinations that made little sense to her, given how b
riefly she glanced at each. She’d enjoyed reading at certain times in her life, but, at the moment, the prospect of sitting still and poring through a book sounded like a simple continuation of her current predicament.
That judgment stuck with her until she wandered into the quiet back rows of the store and saw
something that caught her eye.
The end of a small chain hung out of a particular book in a fashion that would have made it invisible
to most browsers - but, wandering aimlessly, she had happened to stand in the exact odd position to see it. She pulled the book out, waving away a little slough of dust, and cracked open the yellowed pages.
“How old
is
this thing?” she muttered.
Her
idle interest quickly lit up as she found the source of the chain, which slinked out from a hidden cavity in the ancient book’s leather-bound cover. Pulling it out, she held up a gold heart-shaped locket that seemed very old and very valuable.
She looked around to see if anyone had noticed her discovery, but she was alone
in the dim stacks. The only other person in the store was the mild-mannered old lady owner, far up front and far from view.
Putting the book down for a moment, she lifted the locket up by both ends of its chain, twisting it for a few moments -
it didn’t seem to open or anything. The intricately carved gold heart was one solid piece. Excited, she hooked the two ends of the chain together.
Immediately, she dropped the locket.
A strange current of power had run through her hand once the chain had been completed. It’d felt like the damn thing was electrified… but that was impossible, right? She leaned down and poked it, confirming the odd sensation. It wasn’t electricity, not exactly…
She picked up the book and finally flipped it over to read the cover.
“Effecting Hypnosis?”
She opened the cover and searched the front pages, but there was no sign of an author or publication date - or even a table of contents. Written with what looked like an extremely archaic typewriter, the book’s text began with no fanfare.
Curious, she steeled herself, and then picked up the locket from the carpet long enough to slip it in a pocket. The enervating sensation cut off the moment she lost direct contact with the metal, and she breathed calmly for a few moments to assure herself that she was fine, and that this strange
thing
was actually happening.
Her first intent had been to keep
the gorgeous locket, but, of course, that would be useless if it always made her feel strange when worn. Her next thought was to tape the two ends of the chain together, so that they didn’t make actual contact - but then, that would be admitting there was a strange quality about the completed locket, and, if she was admitting that, surely she could make the next mental step and guess that it might actually
work
the way the book hinted it might…
And there were a dozen uses for such an object that immediately came to her mind.
Hurrying to the front with
Effecting Hypnosis
, she paid in cash, and the smiling old lady made small talk for an agonizing eternity, talking about how long she’d had that particular book burning shelf-space, and how she was glad people still valued literature, and…
Emma did her best to smile and pantomime
her way through the conversation, until she took her chance, said good day, and practically burst out into the chilly afternoon breeze with her exciting secret held close.
She spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, eagerly reading through the ancient book’s archaic prose. Strangely, it went on at length about morality and philosophy, especially the various philosophers’ thoughts on free will and the moral uses of power… she was just about to give up, thinking the whole thing a sham, until it finally got to the actual instructions.
It didn’t take her long to realize that
she’d need a test subject to find out if the strange locket actually worked. She wasn’t about to use it on herself. Fortunately - she checked the clock - there was already somebody on the way.
Bailey was a nice girl, and a great babysitter
, that had watched ten-year old Ricky ever since the divorce two years ago.
Emma pretended to be emotional about it
around the neighborhood house wives, but she and her husband had married too young and then just lost the spark somehow, and separated on mutual and friendly terms. The neighborhood house wives thrived on drama, though, and they would’ve never believed her - or integrated her into their social circle - if she hadn’t claimed a bitter and rocky divorce.
And then there was the two-edge sword, as she put it. Her husband had been from old money, and a self-made man in his own right, and his extremely generous monetary support made
life easy and working pointless. She’d tried to make it work at more than a few jobs, but the money gave her an unwillingness to put up with bullshit, and her unwillingness to put up with bullshit made her unemployable in the corporate world.
And, so, here she was,
twenty-nine years old, and spending her days wandering into shops and old bookstores, wasting hours on a - she laughed derisively - magic locket.
The doorbell rang.
At nineteen, Bailey reminded Emma of herself at the age she’d had Ricky - but that was as far as the comparison went. She herself had shoulder-length brown hair, a rowdy party history, and a decade-old tattoo just above her ass that she kept well-hidden; Bailey was a shy college girl with blocky rectangular glasses and bright blonde hair she always kept up and tight. The blonde almost immediately went to her spot at the living room table and set up her studying books and aids.
“I’ve got a
date tonight, so I might not be home until late,” Emma explained.
“That’s fine,” Bailey replied,
already leafing through a textbook.
“And Ricky will -”
“Be home on the bus in half an hour,” Bailey finished her sentence without looking up.
“Right.”
Emma looked around the living room for a moment, uncertain. It didn’t help that she already felt a little useless in her own life - was she really going to stoop to this level, trying to use a magic locket to hypnotize the babysitter? The idea was laughable.
But then she thought about the bitch she really wanted to use the locket on - Kayla, the queen bee of the housewives, and source of everything annoying and mean-spirited in her otherwise tranquil home life.
It was worth a shot.
Without saying anything, she slipped the
unclasped locket from her pocket, and hooked it together around behind her own neck. The moment it came together, the strange draining feeling kicked in, more intense for being around her neck rather than in her hand.
Doing her best to maintain a neutral expression, she sat carefully in the chair that sat perpendicular to the couch and table.
“I’m nervous about my date tonight,” she lied. “How does this necklace look?”
Bailey looked up with a smile, ready with some platitude, but her face immediately went neutral as her eyes fell on the locket around Emma’s neck.
Emma stared at her for several long moments, but the girl made no motion of any kind. She simply sat and stared at the locket, still breathing, certainly, but apparently totally tuned out.
Her heart began racing. Was it actually
working?
The strange drain from the locket was gone, replaced with a subtle electricity. That’s what the book had said would happen…
“
Do you like the locket?” she asked slowly.
“It seems old-fashioned,” Bailey said flatly, a curious
ly blunt statement for an otherwise very nice and positive girl.
“
Do you… like babysitting for me?” Emma asked, throwing out the first more serious question that came to mind.
“It’s fine.”
Emma shrugged. It certainly seemed that Bailey was in a trance, as the book had said she would be, but maybe she’d seen such lockets around and was playing along as a prank? She had to be sure. “Look at your textbook.”
Bailey looked down
at her books, still apparently catatonic.
Emma reached back and unclasped th
e locket. Immediately, the blonde looked up and over.
“Wow, that’s nice,” Bailey said, her tone normal again
, her manner continuing right from the initial question.
“You don’t think it’s… old-fashioned?” Emma asked, stunned.
“Well, a little bit. But it’s still nice.”
“Ah, thanks.”
She re-clasped it while Bailey was still looking, and the girl’s expression immediately went neutral again.
Emma thought her heart might pound right out her chest. She hadn’t
really
thought the locket would work… and now she was more than a little bit disturbed. “Take off your glasses,” she ordered.
Bailey slipped her glasses off and placed them on her textbook in one smooth motion, the mark of a routine habit.
“Put your glasses back on.”
Bailey picked them up and slid them back on, her expression still neutral.
Her disturbance growing, Emma pushed a little harder, intent on getting Bailey to crack her prank, if it was such. She knew something the shy girl would never do. “Take off your shirt.”
Bailey reached down with both hands and slid her shirt over her head
, dropping it on the floor. She dropped her arms back down, her tight white bra filling out with the motion. She still sat there in her bra and jeans, her bare tummy exposed.
Emma felt paralyzed with a moment of outright terror. The locket worked, certainly, and, even more certainly, she’d gone too far. There was no good way to explain this if Bailey remembered, or anyone saw somehow…
“Put your shirt on!” she urgently whispered.
Bailey r
e-clothed herself without fuss.
“Look at your
textbook,” Emma continued, her teeth almost chattering. “And… don’t remember that we talked just now!”
She stood and paced the living room, watching the blonde carefully. The girl still stared at her textbook, remaining in a trance, and the energy from the locket was still subtly empowering.
So, then, she’d only wake up if the chains were unhooked, or if she used the book’s command…
“Awake!”
Bailey began moving, leafing through her book as if nothing had happened.
Emma just stared at the back of the girl’s head for nearly a minute, regaining control of herself.
After her heart rate finally slowed, she headed for the front door.
“Emma?”
She froze.
“Yes?”
“What time will you be home?”
She hesitated. “I’ve… got a date tonight,
so I… might not be home until late.”
“That’s fine.”
“And Ricky will -”
“Be
home on the bus in half an hour,” Bailey finished her sentence, and then looked at her cell phone. “Oh, twenty minutes, actually. Sorry, I must have been late!”
