Lydia's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (6 page)

“Actually, I’ll just finish this first,” she said.

He nodded.

She returned to her table, watching the young man go about his work. He really had no idea he’d just given her a free coffee. The thrill of successful control ran tingling energy up her body - she really could have anything she wanted…

Leaving the safety of the coffee corner, she
began wandering the stacks, pretending to examine the rows of popular books. Using sips of her coffee as cover for checking people out, she thought about what she might make them do. Finally, she saw a girl that piqued her predatory interest.

Her body tingling, s
he casually slid up next to the thin, wispy blonde.

Clad in a fashionable winter coat and tight jeans,
the woman looked like she could have been a model. Her perfectly angled cheekbones framed soft, expressive eyes. Lydia guessed that she was twenty-six, maybe twenty-seven… only a year or two younger than her, and - by the incredible grace of her body language - obviously much more sexually mature than the college girls they’d been bedding.

Lydia looked around nervously, making sure nobody else could see down their row. One hand gripping her coffee, one hand toying with the chain in her pocket, she wondered how exactly to approach the situation… Emma had said she could just order people to do things, but this was a public place, and that felt risky for her first real attempt. If the woman took something she said too literally and made a scene…

She decided to go with Emma’s latest tactic instead. That bolstered her courage - she would just talk it through, and make the woman forget if things went wrong.

“I love that book,” she said, by way of introduction.

The blonde looked
over at her with a graceful smile. “It’s my favorite. I’m thinking of buying it for someone.”

Lydia returned the woman’s smile, struggling to hide her nervousness.
Her usual confidence didn’t seem to carry over into paranormal seduction, apparently. “Oh, the boyfriend?”

“Hah, no, single.” The woman raised a hand in mock defeat. “Family keeps bothering me about it. The holidays are a mess.”

“I know that feeling. I’m dreading going over there for Christmas. I’m Lydia.” She held out her hand.

“
Gwen.”

They shook
warmly. Lydia could tell Gwen was outwardly polite, but subtly wondering at her intent.

“This might be a little forward…” Lydia said quietly. “
But you’re really gorgeous.”

Gwen’s delicate features reddened. “Oh… I see.” She laughed sheepishly and took a small step back. “I’m
, uh - I’m actually straight.”

“Oh, me too,” she lied, trying to recover. “I don’t really know
where that came from… I just think you’re really pretty.”

“Thanks for the compliment
,” Gwen offered, beginning to move away. “It was nice to meet you…”

Lydia hooked t
he chain together in her pocket.

Gwen froze.

“Um, forget our conversation back to just after our introduction,” she ordered.

The blonde gave no response.

Lydia looked around again, her nerves rising… and she unhooked the chain.

Gwen’s lips curled back up into the smile she’d had right after they
’d shaken hands.

“Are you a model by any chance?” Lydia asked, changing the course of the conversation completely.

“Why, are you looking to hire me?”

It was Lydia’s turn to redden. “Oh, no, I just thought I’d seen you
somewhere before, and -”

Gwen laughed. “I’m kidding.
I’ve done some work. Nothing major, though. I’m surprised you’ve seen it.”

“
Well, you’re gorgeous enough to do major work,” she replied, her nerves calming as she thought about how the locket really removed all risk. It was strange, rephrasing and retrying the same words…

“Thanks,” the blonde
said, blushing lightly. “You’re really pretty, too. I actually wondered if you were a plus size model.”

Lydia let her jaw drop. “
Excuse me?
”

“Oh, oh no!”
Gwen said hastily. “Plus size in the modeling industry is like a normal woman. You know how ridiculous the body images are. If you’re not stick thin, you’re plus size. And you’re
certainly
not stick thin.” She made a circle with her hand, indicating Lydia’s large breasts.

Lydia narrowed her eyes. “
Nice save.”

“I’d kill for tits like that,” the wispy blonde
added, her eyes wide, her tone sincere.

Lydia wondered if her large breasts would pave the way a second time - they’d been the feature that had first gotten Emma, after all.
She looked around with a conspiratorial expression. “You want to… play with them?”

Gwen’s blush deepened. “Oh, I see… I’m actually straight.”
She seemed too embarrassed by their prior flirtatious energy to remember her politeness. She began to move off without forging a graceful exit.

Lydia clipped the chain together again.

Gwen froze.

“Forget our conversation back to right after you said you’d kill for tits like these,” she ordered, sighing.

She unclipped the chain, and continued the conversation. “You’re not so bad yourself,” she said, indicating Gwen’s chest. “Kind of unfair that you’re so thin, but have that amazing cleavage.”

The wispy blonde blushed lightly, as if she was going to leave again - but she stayed, and responded with a
sheepish smile. “It’s just my small frame, really. Makes them look bigger.”

“Makes sense,” Lydia offered.
She cupped her own chest. “These get pretty heavy, though. Have to shop endlessly for the right bras or I get back problems.”

“Oh, I hate bra shopping! Every store’s sizes are different.”

“I know, right? I’ve had to become something of a bra expert.” Lydia suddenly found inspiration. “That’s funny, I was actually just heading to buy some bras next.”

She left the
statement hanging. She knew that getting the blonde to ask would engage her much more strongly.

Gwen’s expressive eyes locked on an opportunity
, and she tilted her head in slight deference. “Would it be weird if I came with you? I could really use that knowledge. This bra is bugging me.”

Lydia grinned. “Weird? No way! I love making new friends. Impromptu girls
’ shopping trip!”

Gwen relaxed at the mention of
friend
. The carefully employed word seemed to define Lydia’s otherwise nebulous intent.

Lydia waited, excited, as Gwen bought her book and they walked over to the clothing store.
Plans and gambits ran through her head - getting the blonde to the changing room was important. They’d be in private, close, adjusting and changing bras…

“Get a range of sizes, all the same bra,” she suggested. “That’ll help us
map out a particular brand’s sizes. There’s a certain way it should fit, too. Just because it’s comfortable at first, doesn’t mean it will be six hours later.”

Gwen nodded, excite
d. She picked out six bras of different sizes, but all the same type.

After picking out a few bras herself,
Lydia led her prey to the changing rooms, and picked the one all the way at the back. Closing the door, barely able to contain her excitement, she slipped her coat and shirt off like it was no big deal.

Following suit, Gwen
dropped her coat and lifted her shirt off with a sheepish laugh. “I promise, I’m not in the habit of undressing in front of women I just met.”

Lydia tried a few joking
sexual responses, but each seemed to embarrass Gwen and make her suddenly reconsider what they were doing. Each time, she was forced to make the blonde forget.

Finally, she settled on responding with raised eyebrows, and unhooking her own bra
without overt flirtation. The much more neutral atmosphere seemed to relax Gwen, and they proceeded.

Gwen sighed, covering her breasts with her arm. “Feels so good to get out of that… I can’t imagine how
you
feel.”

Unable to cover her large breasts with an arm, Lydia just let them hang free as she sorted their bras and chose one for each of them. “It can get painful. That’s why this is so important. I’m glad to help out, pass on the expertise.”
She handed a bra over. “Try this one.”

Gwen slipped it on, hooked it in the back, and
examined it in the room’s long mirror.

Leaving her chest bare, Lydia touched the blonde for the first time, running her hands along the bra’
s strap. She could tell the woman was trying not to look at her breasts, hanging free in front of her… the thought excited her. She brought her fingers around and dipped them just inside the cups of the bra, brushing against warm, firm breasts.

“Oh, cold,” Gwen breathed.

Lydia explained how the bra should fit, keeping her manner professional to keep the blonde relaxed. With each new bra, she managed to caress the woman’s breasts a little more… and she had Gwen feel how her larger bra fit. The third or fourth time, she imagined the blonde’s fingers lingered a little longer than they needed to - but it might have been her imagination.

Finally, she decided to step it up a notch. “The other thing about large breasts, they’re really sensitive.”

Gwen laughed, now much more comfortable with their joking energy. “So, what, is this turning you on?”

Lydia made a show of sheepish embarrassment. “Yeah, I can’t help it.”

“Oh.” Gwen held her bare chest a little tighter. “I didn’t know. Sorry.”

She chuckled. “
Who apologizes for making someone horny?”

The blonde
hesitated, but then jumped back into their joking energy to avoid further embarrassment. “Someone who can’t help with that problem.” She motioned toward the space between her legs, indicating her lack of certain male anatomy.

“Oh, but can’t you?” Lydia asked,
feeling the conversation steer exactly the way she wanted it. She let her tone be slightly less humorous than the blonde might have expected.

Gwen hesitated, her face turning deep red.
She was obviously unsure whether Lydia had been joking or serious. “I… uh… would if I could!” She went with a humorous tone.

Lydia
moved right in front of her, standing where she couldn’t look away, and wearing only her jeans. “Go ahead.”

Gwen snorted. “Very funny.”

She cupped her large breasts, squeezing them lightly. She’d crafted the perfect mix of accusation, self-doubt, and plea for exactly this moment. “Why
did
you want to go bra shopping with a strange woman you found attractive?”

Mixed emotions crossed the blonde’s delicate face as she
replayed her memories - and visibly doubted her own intent.

Lydia could
almost see the woman wondering at her own motives… motives subtly reframed by her words. She’d just barely twisted everything Gwen had said and done… recasting her as a woman who’d been attracted, somewhere deep inside, and chosen to come to this half-naked and very private situation, with lots of touching and… “You can play with them,” she said, driving the point home. “I don’t mind.”

Gwen’s chest rose and fell with nervous heavy breaths. “I don’t… I’ve never…”

“It’s just us girls. I bet you’ve never felt breasts this different from your own.”

“I’ve never felt… breasts… at all.” Her face burned crimson, but she didn’t back away.

“Sure you did, when you were checking the way my bra fit. It’s not a big deal, not even enough for you to notice you’ve already felt me up quite a bit.”

Gwen made another little noise of confusion.

“You’re leaving me hanging here,” Lydia joked.

Laughing and calming slightly at the continuation of their earlier flirtatious energy,
Gwen stepped forward an inch. “Yeah, screw it, why not? I’m not getting any younger here.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Gulping, Gwen brought her hands forward, unthinkingly baring her own firm breasts.

A
s her heart leapt and her body surged with heat, Lydia struggled to stay calm and collected. The wispy blonde’s fingers found the curves of her breasts, exploring lightly.

“They’re so big,” Gwen breathed. “
And I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

Lydia made no response, her focus on the kneading hands on her chest. Fingers found one of her nipples and touched it gently.

“It got harder,” Gwen said with a small laugh.

“
Um,
yeah
,” Lydia quipped between breaths. “That’s what they do when you’re turned on…”

“Oh, should I stop?”
Gwen teased.

“Hell no…
”