Lydia's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) (9 page)

"I'll take it."

"Oh," she added. "If you want to remember the night so that you can report me or something, I'll still be erasing my name and appearance. So that won't work. Still want it?"

The brunette dropped her gaze, uncertain. "… yes."

Lydia smiled. "We're going to have so much fun… now go get ready. Put on your makeup, look your best. Don't try to escape or hint to anyone that anything is wrong." She watched as the girl went immediately to getting ready.

As the shivering pleasure of control faded somewhat, she began to feel a little bad. She couldn't quite fathom her own behavior… but she was too horny and too excited to stop.

They arrived at the bar before any of Aubrey's
people. Rather dark and filled with pounding music, the place reminded Lydia of dance bars from her own college years. As it was still a bit early, only a few scattered college kids wandered around, drinking and talking.

She grabbed a table in the slightly more reserved front area. The corner offered a circular enclosure that was only half-visible to the rest of the bar.

She got drinks for both of them, and placed a Long Island in front of Aubrey before sliding along the cushion next to her.

"I don't want it."

"Oh come on," Lydia said, speaking loudly over the music. "Have some fun. This won't be so bad if you let yourself enjoy it. Did licking me turn you on?"

"A little," Aubrey said, immediately wincing in anger at the truth being torn out of her.
Drawing in a sharp breath, she took a gulp of her drink.

A girl slid in next to them
, drink in hand. "Hey!"

Long black hair ran along the curves of
her shoulders. Dressed in a red plaid top and a short black skirt, the girl fit in very well with the bar's punky atmosphere - although, she had no piercings or tattoos visible.

"Hey, Rachel," Aubrey greeted her,
faking happiness convincingly.

"Who's this?" Rachel asked, eyeing Lydia's large chest
with surprise. "Older sister?"

"Just a friend."

"Hi, I'm Lydia." She offered a hand across the table.

Rachel shook her hand and shrugged. "Nice to meet you."

They hung out for a bit, waiting for Aubrey's boyfriend to show. While the bar filled up, two hours passed. The three of them grew buzzed - and then a little drunk.

Frustrated, Lydia wandered to the bar to order another drink. The sadistic plan that had turned her on so much was taking forever to begin… she couldn't do anything until Aubrey's stupid boyfriend showed… and it was getting near midnight
.

The crowd had gr
own uncomfortably thick. She managed to reach the bar, only to have an overly made-up blonde sorority girl push her over forcefully and steal her spot.

"Bitch!" the
sorority girl muttered.

Feeling a surge of anger, her inhibitions low, Lydia gripped the locket for a moment. Surrounded by the crowd, nobody noticed her lean in and whi
sper. "There's a lesbian bar a few blocks down. I want you to go in there, go into the bathroom, and offer to lick the pussy of every woman in there until the bar closes. If they accept, lick them to orgasm. Don't leave until they're all serviced."

She let go of the locket, and the blonde sorority girl immediately moved off
toward the door, a look of confusion on her face.

Squeezing her legs together from a sudden rush of arousal, Lydia struggled against the urge to fall to her knees and masturbate right there in the crowd. She had no idea where the sadistic idea had com
e from, but it had felt amazing. The thought of that bitchy girl on her knees for the next two hours, being used by a quickly growing line of women…

"What did you say to her?" Rachel asked, moving up next to her at the bar. "I know that girl, she's a total bitch…"

"I noticed," Lydia replied, struggling to keep a straight face against her own horniness. "And it takes forever to get served here…"

"Are you kidding?" Rachel grinned. "Just use that cleavage of yours!"

Lydia nodded, wondering how she'd forgotten her old wiles. The average age in the college bar had her feeling older and out of place, even though she was only twenty-seven… leaning over the bar, she was served by the young punk bartender girl almost immediately. "Can't believe I forgot my cleavage power…"

Rachel ran the tip of her tongue along the base of her upper lip
, and smiled. "You should get out more." She glanced back at their table briefly. "So for real - are you and Aubrey…?"

Accepting her newly made drink, Lydia took a sip, grinning.
She'd immediately liked this girl's energy… she resolved not to use the locket on her at all. Something told her she wouldn't need it. She leaned lightly forward against the bar, forming a little private space among the crowd. "You mean, are we fucking?"

The girl's sharp eye
s lit up, and her smile widened slowly. "…well are you?"

Lydia glanced up and down her face for a moment
, teasing her by drawing out her reply. "No," she said, finally. "But she did go down on in me an alley earlier."

"
Really?" Rachel asked, glancing back again before biting her lip. "How did
that
happen?"

"
I'm not sure," she replied, blinking as if surprised. "I bumped into her in a bookstore aisle, we got to talking, and suddenly… we went outside, and she got on her knees… she seemed desperate for it, really."

"That's… incredible," Rachel breathed,
her eyes distant for a moment. Her drink arrived, and they both moved back to the table - but now Lydia could recognize a certain predatory hint in the girl's eyes as she looked at her best friend.

At least that part of her plan was working…
it was past midnight, and the bar was full of raucous dancing college kids. It seemed that Aubrey's boyfriend wasn't going to show. There was no point in waiting any longer, and, in any case, she was too drunk to have any more patience.

"
You've got some nice tits," she suddenly said, addressing Rachel. "Aubrey, doesn't she have a nice chest?"

"Y
es," Aubrey was forced to admit with a smile. Her eyes wandered down her best friend's chest.

Rachel blinked drunkenly.
"Well, thanks - why don't you touch them, Aubrey?"

"I -"

Lydia interrupted with a command. "Go ahead, do anything she says…"

Rachel grinned over at her.
"I might be crazy, and we might get kicked out for this, but…" She looked around, hoping nobody would notice her deep in the table's corner alcove, and pulled her top down a bit to expose a black bra covering round breasts. "Touch them…"

Aubrey seemed to want to protest or hesitate, but she was unable to. Her hands went out of their own accord, and she began lightly exploring her best friend's chest.

Squeezing her legs together, Lydia watched with excitement. A few college guys around their table had noticed - but there was no way they would risk interrupting.

Rachel suddenly pulled her bra dow
n a bit, exposing her firm tits and small barbell-pierced nipples. Her delicate white skin contrasted sharply with her black hair and bra. "Squeeze them," she breathed.

Aubrey did as she was told, her fingers kneading and caressing gently.

"Ever felt another girl up?" Lydia asked, her toes curling.

"No," Aubrey replied, not taking her eyes off of the breasts moving under her hands.

"Aww, I'm your first, then…" Rachel said, arching her body up a little. She smirked over at the crowd of gawking college guys that kept them hidden from the rest of the bar. "Why don't you suck on them a little?"

Aubrey couldn't help but comply, leaning down to flick her tongue across pierced nipple.
The girl's moist tongue and soft lips worked their magic for a few minutes, while the small crowd around them thickened, adding two surprised girls to the mix.

"Feel good?" Lydia asked.

Rachel gave her a killer look of satisfaction and nodded.

"Lick her pussy!" one of the watching girls interjected, laughing.

The other girl pushed her friend playfully, embarrassed and shocked.

Rachel smirked over at them, and then looked back to Lydia for some unspoken confirmation. "Not a bad idea…"
She arched back up against the wall and lifted her black skirt up, exposing red panties.

Aubrey
adjusted herself in the cramped space and leaned in, despite having been given no direct order.

Lydia practically trembled with excitement. So what she'd suspected
had
been true… given half the chance, Aubrey didn't resist.

To hushed cheers from the
drunken encircled group, the brunette sucked on the red fabric of her friend's panties.

Rachel arched her
naked chest up and gripped Aubrey's hair.

In response, o
ne of the girl's groping hands found and supported her ass cheek; the other pulled eagerly at the red panties, moving them aside.

Leaning to the side to see better, Lydia noted Rachel's clit piercing, and her wet slit glistening darkly in the bar's dim light.
She was shaven bare… no surprise.

Aubrey took a moment to breathe in her scent, exactly as she'd done when ordered to
lick me like I'm Rachel
…

Lydia bit her lip, but couldn't resist
rubbing herself under the table, wishing she could kick off her jeans and really go at it.

Aubrey
let out her tongue - and slid in deep, getting her second taste of pussy.

Rac
hel closed her eyes. "Oh my god…" She began rolling slowly, finding a rhythm with Aubrey's movements.

To their right, one of the guys brought out his phone.

Lydia reached quickly into her pocket, waved her hand once, and the gathered crowd's faces all went neutral as they briefly looked at her instead of the naked girl getting licked. "No phones," she ordered. She eyed the two sorority-looking girls in the crowd - one of which had suggested Aubrey lick her friend's pussy. "You two, get topless and make out over here until I give you other orders." She moved over to make room.

The two girls came over, and she let go of the locket.

"Did you say something?" Rachel asked, opening her eyes as she rolled with the pleasure.

"No," she replied, moving over again as the blonde and redheaded sorority girls tore off each other's tops and began kissing passionately
, bare chests pressed together.

The guys crowded around laughed and jostled.

Rachel's face contorted with deep concentration as she managed her coming orgasm, gripping her best friend's hair tight and moving against her face in rhythm. Her free hand squeezed her pierced nipple hard.

A few moments later, she arched up further, her whole body tense. She sighed deeply, her tummy tensing with orgasm.

She fell back into her seat, breathless, and went about fixing up her clothes.

The guys crowded around sighed in dismay as her bra and shirt returned to their former positions.

Aubrey sat up, her eyes wide and distant. Her chin glistened with juices.

"You two girls want to come back to my place?" Lydia asked, fighting the urge to masturbate right there. "My girlfriend and I will show you a good time…"

Rachel nodded, still catching her breath. "Definitely. Aub?"

Aubrey jumped slightly, as if startled. "Alright…"

"Good, I'll meet you two outside in a moment."

The guys parted to let Aubrey and Rachel depart, their eyes still on the topless sorority girls making out.

Lydia gripped the locket once more, whispering to both of them with a surging predatory excitement. "You two get your shirts on, go back to whichever of your places is closer, and have sex with each other. Take your time, really enjoy it…"

She
let go of the locket and watched the two girls hurriedly dress and rush out of the bar, her thoughts afire with fantasies of the passionate night they were about to live out…

The guys crowded around watched her for a minute longer, but dispersed when they realized the action was over.

She found Aubrey and Rachel standing out front in the cold. The chilly night air didn't bother her at all - she was far too horny, and surging with the rush of power from the locket's control.

Rachel took a drag from her cigarette and smiled.
"Where to?"

***

Emma opened the front door with some surprise.

"I brought you back some toys," Lydia said, kissing her warmly. She leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I am so fucking horny…"

Her girlfriend responded with a profoundly excited
smile. "Ricky's asleep upstairs, so we'll have to use the basement."