As soon as I saw her, I knew I wanted her. There were only two problem. She was my teacher in my advanced psych class, and I was about half her age. The only other possible stumbling block was that since I was a female as well, she might have a hard time accepting my advances.

She was in her early forties. Dark hair to her shoulders, just beginning to betray a bit of grey. Deep dark eyes. A trim, well-endowed body. And no wedding ring. In spite of the hurdles I would have to overcome, I knew I wanted her badly. So, I decided to stack the deck in my favor.

I'm not dumb. Far from it. My GPA was 3.74 over three and a half years. But in this class, I decided to play the fool. More or less.

I asked dumb questions. I raised my hand and gave wrong answers. As the semester went on, she became more and more annoyed with me. Finally, after failing another quiz, she told me to stay after class for a few minutes because she had to talk to me. This was just before midterms.

As the class left, she sat at her desk looking through a file. I sat there waiting. The room was now empty except for the two of us. She looked up, and then stood and told me to follow her. Right into my hands!

We went to her office. Small, in a corner of the lower floor of the building, out of the way of everyone. Perfect. She sat down and leaned back. She looked at me and sighed.

"Linda, what am I going to do with you?" I held back a smile as I imagined all the things she was going to do with me.

"What do ya mean?" I asked as I popped my bubble gum.

She rolled her eyes. "Linda, I don't think you take this class as seriously as you should. There are some very important ideas here that you have to have an understanding of. I've looked at your records, and you're a very bright student. Why are you having so much trouble in this class? Is it me, Linda? Am I doing something wrong as a teacher?"

All you're doing is making me horny, I thought. I shook my head, snapping another bubble. She looked disgusted and leafed through the papers on her desk. I studied her closely.

A blue dress, about halfway above the knees. No cleavage showing, nothing racy. Just a nice blue business-type dress. I wondered what type of bra she was wearing, whether her panties would betray her excitement as our meeting progressed. I blew another bubble.

"Ms. Richards? Can I ask you something?" She sighed and looked up at me. I stared into her eyes.

"This stuff about hypnosis, and this newfangled NLP stuff. I don't get it. I mean, NLP, some kind of programming? Is that like programming your brain like you do a computer? I took a computer course once, and you had to tell it things in a real specific way or they got confused. And if you just kept telling them really weird things, they got so confused they just kind of shut down."

She was staring at me with a puzzled expression now. Her mouth opened as if to reply to my speech, but I went right on.

"And this hypnosis stuff. I mean, all it really seems to be is having someone concentrate totally on something or someone, and then while their attention is focused on that, your suggestions bypass their mental defenses. Kind of like that NLP stuff, it seems. Maybe the two could work together and you could use some of that NLP stuff to hypnotize someone." Which was exactly what I was now doing. Ms. Richards was just staring at me, her lips parted a bit from her attempt to speak a few moments before. She looked confused, and I didn't give her a chance to collect her thoughts.

"So it seems like if you want to hypnotize someone, you just have them focus all of their attention on something. Then, while they're staring at something, maybe even like my eyes, you just talk to them, try some of this NLP stuff, and use specific words to cause specific reactions. And while they concentrate on whatever they concentrate on, like my eyes, the suggestions they receive are implanted directly into their subconscious. So before too long, if I just keep talking about hypnosis, and concentrating, and NLP techniques, whoever is staring into my eyes will soon go into a deep trance. A very deep trance state. Deeper and deeper. Their mind will become open, receptive. Willing to accept new and different ideas. Very willing. So willing. So open. So receptive. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Going into a deep trance now. A very deep, deep trance. So willingly. The powerful combination of NLP and hypnotic suggestions quickly induce a very deep, deep trance state. Just like what is happening to you now, Ms. Richards..." On and on I spoke, watching her facial muscles slowly loosen, her shoulders slowly droop. Oh, yes....

I held back a smile, still holding her eyes with mine. She just sat there, staring, her face pink. I loved seeing women like that. Time for a little test.

"So I had all that right, Ms. Richards? About easily going into trance, and about totally focused awareness?"

She sat there silently for several seconds before mumbling yes.

"Ms. Richards, when people go into trance, they allow themselves to do so because they trust the person who is aiding them in achieving that state, is that correct?"

Ms. Richards was totally confused. This was incredible to her. My sudden change from gum-chewing, wisecracking problem student to self-assured, well-informed young woman, was too much for her to accept right away. That I had been able to turn myself around in such a short time was beyond her. She had no idea that it had all been an act. All she knew was that I suddenly seemed to understand very clearly what she had been teaching me, and she was getting a first-hand demonstration.

"....yes...", she murmured, her cheeks flushing deeper.

"And the person who enters trance has demonstrated a willingness to obey the suggestions of the person who aided them in achieving that state, is that correct?"

"...Yes...."

"So, Ms. Richards. Tell me. Have you entered a trance state?"

Ms. Richards looked totally befuddled. Her mind was shifting rapidly, too rapidly, between wonder at my sudden transformation and the growing sense of calmness and peace which seemed to be gradually enveloping her. This is incredible, she thought as her conscious mind winked out. Incredible....

There was another very long pause. Her eyes seemed to glaze over, and she wore a sexy, helpless look that I loved to see on a woman's face.

"Yes", she whispered.

"Are you comfortable?"

"Yes."

"Are you enjoying the feelings brought about by this very deep, very very deep, trance state?"

"Yes."

"I'm so glad, Ms. Richards. So glad that you've helped me to learn more about hypnosis and NLP. So glad that you've demonstrated to me just how easy it is to use these important tools to help someone to enter a deep, very deep trance state. Ms. Richards, you would like to enter a trance again, wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Richards. So, from now on, each and every time I look into your eyes and say the words, 'trance lesson', you will quickly allow your mind to become calm, open, and your body will quickly relax, become loose and comfortable. You will close your eyes and obey any suggestions I give to you, because you want to allow yourself to sink even deeper into trance, is that correct?"

She stared at me, her eyes widening slightly, her breathing becoming just a bit irregular. I knew she was struggling, I knew she was trying to resist. I opened my eyes a bit wider as well. "Deeper, Ms. Richards. Deeper and deeper into trance."

Her mouth moved for a few seconds, and she whispered yes.

She was mine.

"Close your eyes, Ms. Richards. Close your eyes and allow yourself to sink totally into trance, totally into relaxation. There is nothing except my voice and a warm glow of pleasure which you feel spreading throughout your entire body. Allow yourself to sink deeper and deeper, feeling greater and greater pleasure, as you think about obeying my suggestions. You want so much to obey my suggestions, to allow me to help you to relax, to feel pleasure. Such pleasure, Ms. Richards. And very soon, very soon, the pleasure will be so great that you will have a great urge to feel even more intense pleasure. Ms. Richards, you may allow yourself to masturbate as the pleasure builds within you. You may masturbate until you are completely satisfied, and then you may awaken from your deep, deep trance. You will clean yourself up as necessary and have no concern over the realization that you must have been masturbating. Masturbation is a very common thing and you have no need to be upset. Your conscious mind will remember nothing of my visit here. But your subconscious mind will retain the suggestions you are to carry out in the future. Close your eyes now, Ms. Richards."

Slowly, her eyes fluttered closed. She sat limp in her chair. I waited until her body began to move slightly, to twitch. Her hands moved slightly. She sighed, deep within her trance. Her hands moved again, and her body shifted in her chair. Five minutes after her eyes had closed, she was pulling her dress up and sliding one hand under her slip.

Smiling, I felt her office, hearing a low moan behind me as I closed the door.

I aced the midterm. As the class left the room, I stayed behind for a moment. She saw me, and called me to her desk.

"Linda, I think you have finally gotten everything worked out and are now showing your true abilities." You have no idea, Ms. Richards, I thought.

I stared back at her and whispered, "Trance lesson." She looked confused, opened her mouth, closed it, and blinked four or five times. Then her eyes closed for good and her body slumped backwards in her chair.

"Tomorrow night, Ms. Richards. In your office. Nine PM. Wear something sexy. Don't think about it, just do it. You will awaken in one minute and have no conscious recollection of this conversation." I walked out of the room grinning.

The next night I walked into her office without knocking, just after nine. She sat at her desk wearing a short black skirt and a tight white top, her black bra clearly visible beneath it. High heeled black shoes.

She looked up at me curiously when I came in.

"Hello, Ms. Richards. How are you this evening?"

She shook her head a bit. "Oh, I'm fine. I came in here for something and now I can't remember what it was."

I smiled at her. "Well, you certainly dressed for a night at the office."

She looked down at her attire and her face turned beet red. Her eyes opened wide. It was as if she was just realizing what she was wearing.

"I don't... I mean, I just..." Her mouth flapped soundlessly for a few seconds. I let her be embarrassed.

"You know, you're quite attractive, Ms. Richards. I've never seen this side of you before." Her face turned even redder, the flush creeping down her neck. "You really are a sexy lady, Gina."

Her eyes widened. One of her students had called her by her first name. Her mouth moved some more, but she couldn't think of what to say. I pressed home the attack.

"In fact, Gina, you look positively delicious. And that nice bra I can see under your top, did you get that at Fredericks?" She was silent for a moment, then stirred slightly.

"Um... no", she murmured. "Vic.. Victoria's Secret."

"Did you get your panties there as well, Gina?"

She looked totally stupefied. One of her students was calmly standing in her office discussing her lingerie. Calling her by her first name. There was something very wrong here. I enjoyed standing there, watching her face flaring, watching her try to come to terms with what was going on. The fact that she didn't know what was going on made it even more enjoyable.

Gina was not in trance, but the strange situation, her sense of being off balance, out of place, had its own effect on her. She just stared at me, face flaming. I sat down slowly, holding her gaze.

"I asked you a question, Gina. Did your panties come from Victoria's Secret as well?" My voice was very quiet.

Her eyes were fixed upon mine. "Yes", she whispered.

"Take your top off, Gina", I said softly. There was total silence, absolute stillness, for several minutes. The only anchor, the only certain thing Gina had right now, was my eyes. She was confused, embarrassed, maybe even a bit angry. But as those thoughts churned through her mind, her eyes remained locked onto mine. I remained silent.

Her hands moved. Slowly, as she had when she had first been compelled to masturbate, her hands moved to her top. One button, then another. Still looking at me with a very unsure expression, Gina pulled her top off, her black lace bra exposed, as was the fact that her nipples were erect. Not yet in trance but no longer in control of herself, Gina waited.

My eyes dropped to her breasts, barely concealed by the sheer fabric. Released from my temporary spell, she too looked down, her mouth opening in horror at what she found.

"Oh... Oh, my God. Why is my... When did.... Oh, my God..." And Gina crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her scantily clad breasts. She looked up at me in shock. Right into my eyes.

I sat there silently, smiling just a bit. She kept on staring. After a few moments, I spoke softly. "You're blocking the lovely view, Gina. Please move your arms out of the way. Allow them to rest easily at your sides."

Slowly, Gina uncrossed her arms and put them on the armrests of her chair. Her eyes were wide, and I saw goosebumps forming on her arms. This was exquisite. My eyes once again dropped to her breasts.

Seconds later, she gasped. Her arms went back up, then, as my eyes once more fastened on to hers, she slowly lowered them again. My eyes went back to her breasts, and this time Gina sat quietly, allowing me to study her large, well-formed breasts. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs as I zeroed in on my target.

"They're so pretty, Gina. You have such pretty titties. Pretty titties. Gina has pretty titties."

Her reply was weak, anguished.

"....pretty....."

"Yes, Gina, pretty titties. Say that to me, Gina. Tell me you have pretty titties." Gina was still not in trance, but was so far out of her realm of experience that she had no choice but to go along. She didn't have anything else to do. I was determined to hold off hypnotizing her until the very end, when she would already be so wide-open to me that her total and absolute submission would be, to coin a phrase, academic.

"...I have......pretty.....tit.....tittie.....titties." Her face was as red as a tomato now, and her hands were trembling. I stared at her breasts, imagining those nipples between my teeth.

"Now take those nice shoes off, Gina." This time there was no hesitation. Her shoes clattered to the floor, and Gina stared at her bare feet. I grinned. "Skirt now. Take your skirt off, Gina."

She looked up at me, horrified, her face now paling. Our eyes met. After several minutes of frozen silence, Gina slowly stood up. Seconds later her skirt was in a pile at her feet. Her eyes had never left mine.

"Sit down, Gina." She did, and I kicked her skirt out of the way. Her panties were black and tiny. There was a dark stain which my eyes were immediately drawn to. She looked down as well, and let out a shriek. Quickly, she clasped her knees together. Her arms again went over her breasts, then just as quickly moved away, dropping to the arms of the chair. To my great surprise, I saw a tear trickle down her face. This was better than I had hoped.

Her voice was ragged. "What are you doing to me?", she demanded.

I looked into her eyes and spoke calmly. "Nothing you don't want to happen, Gina. Admit it. You want this. You allowed it to happen. You allowed me to gain control over your mind, your body. And I plan on using that control, Gina. You are allowing this to happen just as surely as you allowed yourself to go into trance." I grinned as Gina's hand flew to her mouth in shock. "You aren't going to resist this, Gina. It's what you want. It's what you need. Isn't it?"

The tears were coming harder, and she shook her head violently. "NO, dammit, I DON'T want this. I DON'T! I don't! No, I don't...." Our eyes were again fixed upon each other, and after several moments of diminishing volume, Gina fell silent, gazing raptly into my eyes.

"Yes, you do, Gina", I said softly. Her expression was almost one of betrayal, of somehow knowing I was right and she was wrong, and she could not accept that.

"Spread your legs, Gina", I whispered gently. Her body shook slightly as she still tried to resist. I almost put her into trance right then, I wanted to have her NOW, but this was too much fun. Gina really was doing all this on her own. I would wait until I met serious resistance before I exercised my hypnotic control over her.

Gina's knees slowly moved apart. She sat there, legs spread wide, the dampness of her panties clearly visible, her nipples straining against the soft lace of her bra. My eyes were riveted to her moist crotch. I heard another gasp, and her legs moved.

"NO, Gina. Just stay right there. That's a good girl." Gina froze, her legs still apart, allowing me to view her freely. "Gina, you are a very sexy lady. Those tiny little panties don't seem to be doing much good any more, are they? Take them off, Gina. Take your panties off."

I didn't raise my eyes, I continued staring at her crotch. And Gina slowly stood up, on her own, and slid her sopping panties slowly to the floor. I bent down and picked them up. I held them to my nose and inhaled. She watched in awe as I reacted to the scent of another woman's arousal. I was in heaven as I took in the sweet smell of sex. I opened my eyes and smiled at the dumbstruck woman, my psychology teacher.

I looked down at her now-exposed pussy. Her pubic hair looked so soft, so inviting. To feel my tongue parting her pubic hair, to hear her inhale sharply as my tongue met her clit. Later. Not long now.

She was trembling visibly. Her hands grasped the arms of the chair tight enough to whiten her knuckles. I smiled at her reassuringly. "You're doing fine, Gina. I'm very impressed so far. Want to show me the rest?" And I nodded towards her bra.

She looked down nervously at her sheer black bra, her last remaining article of clothing. She looked up at me, then down at her exposed crotch. Her eyes then swept the floor beside her, looking at her skirt, her shoes, her panties. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

And Gina reached around and unhooked her bra.

It was all I could do to restrain myself as I gazed at Gina's nude body. Her large breasts were firm, her prominent nipples standing proudly. She sat there, nude, and waited for me to say something. Gina was mine even though she wasn't hypnotized.

Yet.

"You just sit quietly for a few moments, Gina. Just watch." I stood up and slowly, teasingly, removed my own top. I was wearing a halter top, in keeping with the "dumb" Linda's image. Tight black jeans and black Nikes completed my wardrobe. When my halter hit the floor, Gina found herself staring at my breasts. Her face somehow found an even deeper shade of red.

I kicked my sneakers off. My short socks. Then I paused.

"Take my jeans off, Gina. Please." She stared at me, her mouth gaping at my half-naked body. She shook her head slightly.

"No...", she whispered.

It would have been so easy at this point to just say her trigger phrase and be done with it. But hypnosis was like fishing. Reeling in the subject is half the fun.

I glared into her wide dark eyes. My body tingled as I spoke. "Gina, you don't seem to understand what is happening here. I have assumed control of the situation. The usual student-teacher rules do not apply here. I am in control. You willingly surrendered yourself to me by allowing yourself to sink into trance with my guidance. And that is what is happening right now, isn't it, Gina? You can feel yourself slipping away, feel yourself letting go, letting go of yourself. You feel it happening, you want it to happen, you want to just surrender completely, to let go altogether." My eyes burned into hers, unblinking, unwavering. She stared back like an animal trapped within the beam of a bright light. Trapped. Knowing what was happening. Helpless to prevent it.

But not really wanting to prevent it.

Her lips parted, but the only sound was a soft sigh.

"You are sinking into trance even now, Gina. Helplessly. Totally. You feel your mind opening, becoming more and more receptive to my commands. And deep within your mind, you know you will obey those commands because YOU WANT TO, Gina. You want to do this. You do this willingly. You honestly want to do this, to see where this journey will lead you. You WILL obey me, Gina. Is that correct?"

There was no hesitation. Just Gina's dull voice saying yes. Her eyes remained fastened to mine, wide, dark, glazed. Her hair brushed against her skin as she swayed slightly back and forth. God, hypnotized women are beautiful, I thought.

"Take my jeans off, Gina. Please."

My heart skipped a few beats as Gina walked towards me. She reached out and her hands fumbled for the snap on my jeans. Still staring into my eyes, the spellbound woman undid my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped out of them and gazed happily into her glassy eyes.

"Very good, Gina. You may sink deeper into trance now, deeper and deeper, letting go of everything. Letting go now, Gina, letting go totally, completely. Trusting me, surrendering to me. Willingly giving yourself to me. Do this for me, Gina. Give yourself to me. Willingly. You are mine, Gina. You are deeply entranced and totally under my control. You will willingly obey any command I give to you."

I paused, waiting for any sort of resistance. There was only her vacant stare. I grinned happily and sat down, holding her enthralled gaze. I spread my legs apart and told my new loyal subject to come closer. I told her to kneel between my legs. I got so horny as she did, still staring at me with an expression of total helplessness.

I reached down and pulled my dripping panties to the side.

"Lick my clit, Gina. You want to, you know it, you can't deny it. You are just as aroused as I am, Gina. I see the dampness between your legs, I see your clit all hard, I see your nipples hard and waiting. Lick my clit, Gina. Now." Still staring helplessly into my eyes, Gina leaned forwards and brushed her tongue against my throbbing clit. I leaned back and held her gaze as the pleasure grew and grew. As her tongue wagged back and forth, I spoke to her, sending her spiraling down even deeper into the depths of trance.

"Oh, yes, Gina, you're so good at this. Just keep right on doing that, Gina, and feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into trance. Yes, Gina goes deeper and deeper every time her pretty little tongue moves. Gina goes deeper and deeper every time she inhales the scent of my sex. Gina goes deeper and deeper every time she feels my body quiver at her touch. Deeper, Gina. Just keep licking, and keep going deeper. Oh, Gina, deeper, deeper, oh, yes, right there, deeper, right there. Trance, Gina, deeply, willingly, totally entranced. Your mind is totally open now, as is my pussy. Your mind is as open to me as my sex is to you. As you probe my sex with your tongue I will probe your mind with my voice. Deeper, Gina. Oh, Gina, deeper...Gina, my willing subject, my...my...Gina......willing........trance.....oh....... oh.....Gina.........................." I fell silent, my body shuddering as Gina's tongue eventually brought me to orgasm. By now I was almost as enraptured as she, staring into the helpless woman's eyes, feeling her tongue flicking madly at my clit. I didn't want to look away, I wanted to stare deep into her dark eyes and see what other wonderful secrets lay hidden in her mind. But as yet another orgasm flashed through me, it became hard to concentrate on what I was saying to Gina. So I did the only thing I could do.

Panting, I said, "Gina, wake up NOW. Gina, wake up NOW."

Gina froze, her tongue buried deep inside wet folds of flesh. She kept staring at me, her eyes widening. Her nostrils flared as she realized just what it was she had been inhaling. Her body shook violently. Once.

And Gina drove her tongue even deeper into my soaking pussy. I gasped and threw my head back, overjoyed at her submission. My dominance over her was now firmly established. She was doing this on her own.

She ate me like a woman possessed. She reached up and began squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. After a few minutes, she began moving upwards, her tongue burrowing into my navel, circling it, then darting back and forth between my breasts.

"Linda has pretty titties", she purred just before she nipped at my left nipple with her sharp teeth. I groaned and held her head, pressing it against me harder and harder, forcing her mouth to close over my nipple, feeling her tongue circle it, circle it, circle it, then bat lightly back and forth across it before she sucked it deep into her mouth.

Oh, God.....

My fingers were between my legs, rubbing my clit frantically. Her hand joined me, took over, and my hypnoslave brought me to one raging climax after another. She wasn't even hypnotized, but she was mine to control, and we both knew it.

Oh, God.....

"Gina, stop now, Gina, stop. Oh, Gina....Oh, Gina, my little trance lover. Go into a trance for me now, Gina, lover. Go deep, deep into trance for Linda and play with your own pretty titties." I stared into her eyes yet again. "Play, Gina. Play with your pretty titties while you sink deep, deep into trance, deeper and deeper into my control. You obey me, Gina. Whether you are deep in trance or wide awake, you will obey me. Now be a good girl and play with your pretty titties while you tell me you will always obey me."

Gina climbed off of me and stood up in front of me. Her hands drifted up to her breasts, and as she stared, mesmerized, into my eyes, she began to caress them, so gently. Her voice was strange, almost childish, halting.

"I will.....o......obey......obey.....you."

"Tell me you will ALWAYS obey me."

Her fingers traced patterns around her rock-hard nipples. "I will always......obey..........you."

"Tell me you will always obey me."

"I will always obey you." She was squeezing her breasts harder now.

"Gina, wake up and continue fondling yourself until I say stop. While you play with yourself, tell me how much you enjoy performing for me. Tell me how much you enjoy playing with your pretty titties."

She blinked, and shook her head, slightly dazed. Her hands paused, became still, and then resumed. I watched as my hypnoslave played with herself, feeling my own heat rapidly rising yet again. Her voice was still odd, hesitant, as she drove herself closer and closer to release.

"I love playing with my pretty titties. I love it when you watch me play with my pretty titties. It feels so good when I do this for you. I play with my pretty titties in front of you and my nips get so hard, so hard, and then I pinch then and swat them and squeeze them while you watches. It makes me feel so good when you watches me play with my pretty titties." She droned on, her face a mask of pleasure and confusion.

I loved it. Every second of it. And I was in no hurry to stop her.

She was groaning as she spoke now. Her breasts were red from her kneading, pinching, squeezing. "Stop, Gina." She paused, hands dropping to her sides, panting, whimpering slightly.

"Gina, tell me you will ALWAYS obey me. ALWAYS."

Her face flared as she said, "I will ALWAYS obey you."

"Louder."

"I WILL ALWAYS OBEY YOU."

"Louder."

"I WILL ALWAYS OBEY YOU!!!", she shouted at the top of her lungs. I grinned at her. Her eyes shone brightly, her breath was coming in ragged gasps. I owned a psychology teacher.

"Gina, I'm glad you made me see the light and had me concentrate more in your class. I've certainly learned a lot, and I think you have too." She actually smiled a bit.

"Who do you obey?" I asked quickly, sharply.

Her expression changed, and she stammered, "Obey...I obey you." I smiled at her and nodded.

"Very good indeed, Gina. You'll enjoy the rest of the semester, I'm sure. This extra effort we've put forth has proven quite productive, hasn't it?" She smiled and nodded.

"Gina, I'm going to hypnotize you again. And because you will obey me always, you will not resist at all. You will allow yourself to sink quickly, deeply into trance. Utterly beneath my power, helpless, unable, unwilling to resist. You're mine, Gina, do you fully understand the implications of that?"

Gina paused, and licked her lips. Then she nodded.

"Close your eyes, Gina. Close your eyes and think about sliding your slender finger into your dripping pussy. Think about your finger rubbing against your clit. Don't pay any attention to anything except your body and my voice. Obey me, Gina."

There was a silence as Gina's eyelids closed. She stood still for a while, a faint smile growing on her face. She was beautiful.

"Obey me, Gina. Feel your finger at your clit, feel the sensations pulsing through your body. There is nothing else. Your entire being is focused on the wonderful sensations flowing through your body, on the soothing sound of my voice. Obey me, Gina."

She was smiling now, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her body trembling every now and then.

"Feel it, Gina. FEEL your finger caressing your aroused sex. FEEL the pleasure building within you. FEEL it happening, Gina. Obey me. Feel it. Feel yourself growing ever more aroused, the pleasure growing with each and every breath you take. And when you cum, Gina, you will sink into the deepest, most receptive trance you have ever imagined. And, Gina, you WILL cum. You know you will. You have no choice but to climax, to sink deep into trance. To obey me. Obey me, Gina. Cum, now. Cum for me Gina. Sink deep into trance."

Gina's body shuddered violently, and she gasped. A long, drawn-out moan from her gave me a shiver that started at my toes and worked all the way up my body until my hair was standing on end. I shuddered as well, as I discovered that somehow, my hand had again found it's way between my legs.

Gina fell silent, her hands dropping loosely to her sides. Her body swayed back and forth slightly, and her head dropped forward.

My psychology teacher, my hypno-lover, was once more entranced.

I spoke soothingly, gently, for several minutes, then I gathered up my clothes, dressed, and was on my way.

Class was almost over. Everyone was whispering to each other, and had been for the duration of the class. Ms. Richards was wearing tight shorts, a tight white top, and high heels. A white bra could be detected if you looked close enough, and most of us were. I was sitting in the front of the class, staring at her. Every time she looked at me, her voice faltered, and she would look away. I grinned to myself.

Class ended. Everyone left, still whispering and glancing back over their shoulders at this new, improved, Ms. Richards. I went up and sat on the edge of her desk, facing her, and spread my legs just enough so she could see I had no panties on. Her face flared.

"Linda..." she began.

"Trance lesson", I whispered.

Gina's face went blank, her eyes slid closed, and her body went limp.

"Open your eyes, Gina darling. Open your eyes and look at me. Just look. Don't touch. Just look at my pussy, Gina. Look closely. See how moist it is. You want so badly to reach out for it, to touch it, don't you, Gina?"

Her eyes were wide as she gazed fixedly between my legs. "Yes", she whispered. Her hands began to move.

"No, Gina, don't touch. Just look. Feel yourself getting hotter, Gina. Feel yourself becoming more and more aroused. You want to obey, you HAVE to obey. You are becoming aroused, Gina, helplessly aroused. So totally aroused, Gina. And there is nothing you can do about it."

The classroom door opened and several students walked in, talking loudly and paying no attention to Gina and I. I demurely slid off the desk, straightened my skirt, and whispered, "Wake up, Gina darling." I darted out of the room, leaving her hot and bothered as the room filled with students.

Ms. Richards sat at her desk, wondering what to do. She knew she had somehow allowed herself to fall under the spell of one of her students. And a female student at that! Ms. Richards had never really thought about other women in a sexual context, much less one of her own students, and now here was a young woman who had the power to make her do her bidding. And what was Ms. Richards found more unnerving was that she herself had apparently willingly, more or less, allowed all this to happen.

She looked nervously around the room. Linda had just left, and the next class was filing in. Ms. Richards sat at her desk, her pussy aflame, the image of Linda's spread legs, her exposed pussy, filling her mind. She shuddered, and wondered why she actually seemed to become aroused at that image. Was Linda's power over her that strong?

How could it be that a seemingly inept student could suddenly show such insight, such knowledge of the mind and its workings? How could her student have known that Gina would open her mind so completely? How could her student have known about whatever hidden desires lurked deep in Gina's mind, when Gina herself would not acknowledge them?

At that thought, she recalled what I had done to her in her office. Gina could picture my body, my sex, she imagined herself moving closer and closer to my clit. her mouth began to water as she recalled the taste of my sex, the flavor of my desire.

Sighing, she tried to ignore her building desire as she turned her attention to her students. But as soon as the class was over, she quickly retreated to her office, locked the door, and masturbated, her face burning with the shame of what she was doing, what she was thinking.

The next day, as class ended, I walked up to Ms. Richards' desk. She cringed, but her pussy instantly warmed up. Her face was burning as I smiled at her.

"I'd like to see you tonight. How about eight?" Ms. Richards nodded silently, unable to refuse my demands. I leaned closer, and Ms. Richards backed away in fright. I grinned.

"Not in your office, Gina. Where do you live?" Ms. Richards stared at me in shock. There was no way she would have this young tramp in her house. But my eyes burned into hers, and she started to feel that same strange, faraway feeling she always seemed to feel when I looked at her that way. "Where do you live, Gina?" My voice was soft, pleasant.

Slowly, still staring into my eyes, Ms. Richards gave me her address. I smiled, and whispered, "See you tonight, love. Come on back now." Gina blinked in confusion and watched me walk away, hips swinging seductively. Gina shook her head, angry at herself. The little witch did it to me again, she thought.

That evening at eight, there was a knock on Gina's door. Gina, in her living room nervously watching TV, pointedly ignored it. Another knock. Gina tried to concentrate on the TV, tried to block out the soft but insistent knocking on her door. For ten minutes Gina tried to avoid that sound, becoming more and more nervous, more and more frantic as the sound continued. She tried to ignore the heat rising within her, the strange, gnawing desire that she had tried so hard to suppress once she had been shown it existed. I stood outside, patiently knocking over and over, grinning as I imagined what Gina was thinking, knowing Gina would, in time, open the door.

At twenty after eight, Gina let out a little shriek and jumped to her feet. The steady knocking on the door brought to mind the Tell Tale Heart, and Gina shuddered yet again. She stood there, shaking, listening to the constant knocking on the door, steady, rhythmic. It wasn't going away. I wasn't going away.

Gina felt the tears as she walked slowly, as if in a dream, to the door. She stood there, the tears falling now, staring at the door handle, listening to the steady knocking. She knew, deep down, that if she opened that door, she was truly have fallen, willingly, under my spell. But I had said already that that was what Gina wanted deep down anyway. Was I right? Is this what I want, Gina wondered, her mind a jumble of confused thoughts.

Staring at her hand, Gina reached for the door handle and opened the door. Instantly, the knocking stopped. The sudden silence was deafening.

I stood on the porch, wearing a short black dress. Seamed stockings. High heels. The dress was short enough that Gina was able to see the garters reaching up. My cleavage was well accented, and a small pendant on a fine chain rested comfortably between my large breasts.

Gina stared.

"May I come in?" My voice was soft, friendly. Gina blinked, not realizing that I was giving her one last chance. Without thinking, Gina stepped aside and wordlessly waved me in. I swung the door closed, turned, and locked it, sealing Gina's fate.

I walked slowly towards Gina and held out my left hand. Gina looked down at it, uncertain, the tears slowing but not yet stopped. I stood still, offering my hand to Gina, waiting. After a moment, Gina's hand slowly moved, rising up, taking my hand in hers. Gina looked up in wonder, and stared into my eyes.

Smiling gently, I led my psychology teacher up the stairs. "Which room is yours?", I asked quietly. Gina silently pointed, her arm moving slowly, heavily.

I led my teacher to the bed and turned her around. I let go of Gina's hand, and raised both of mine to her face. Holding Gina gently, I kissed her on the mouth. Gina stood rooted to the floor, dazed, unable to deal with her conflicting emotions.

This girl is kissing me. This girl talked her way into my house, into my BEDROOM. This girl sat on my desk and exposed herself. And I GOT HORNY! This girl has me under a spell. I've been hypnotized, mesmerized, I'm probably in a trance right now, helpless, powerless. Unable to resist.

Helpless. Totally at the mercy of this young woman.

Gina moaned softly.

I stepped back, still cupping Gina's face lovingly in my hands. I stared into my teacher's eyes.

Gina felt it. She knew what was happening now. Linda was putting her under her power. Staring into those eyes, Linda's eyes, does it. Staring into her eyes puts me under her spell. Makes me powerless. Makes me helpless. Makes me obey her. Those eyes. She's done it before. She's used those eyes before. She's used her voice before. On me. I've been hypnotized by one of my students. I've been sexually aroused by one of my students. Those eyes. I want to look away, to break her spell, but it's so hard, so hard. I can't look away. She has me. She has me under her spell already. I'm helpless.

Helpless.

Gina wasn't even consciously aware that I had been whispering to her the entire time she had been having her internal debate. But my words penetrated deep into the woman's mind, past her confused defenses, and had an irresistible effect on the dazed teacher.

Even as she told herself it was happening, it was happening. Gina's thoughts gradually became more random, less frequent. Helpless. Hypnotized. Under my spell. Helpless.

I smiled as Gina's eyes glazed over, as her lips parted, one final, desperate sigh escaping before Gina was, indeed, helplessly entranced.

"Gina, love. Listen. I want this to be a special evening. So I would like you to change your clothes. Put on something sexy, sultry. Maybe even stockings. Wear an outfit that will turn me on, Gina. Turn me on. I want to be turned on, Gina. By you. I want my Gina to turn me on. Wake up and change your clothes now, Gina."

Gina's body shook slightly, and she blinked rapidly. She stared at me again, so close, so sexy. Gina's eyes slid downwards, resting on my breasts, on the small pendant nestled between the large mounds. Down more, at the lower edge of my short dress, at the garters, the seamed stockings. The heels that seemed four stories high. And Gina felt herself becoming aroused.

She sighed softly as she reluctantly looked away, walking unsteadily to her closet. She undressed, turning every now and then to look at me, watching with a smile. As Gina opened her closet, I spoke.

"Turn me on, Gina. Turn me on." And I left the room. Gina stood there, staring at the closed bedroom door. Turn her on. Turn Linda on.

I can do that, she thought slowly, increasingly aware of the building fire deep in her soul.

Her movements more hurried now, she found the articles she wanted and went to her dresser. When she had gathered everything she wanted, Gina quickly dressed, her heart pounding, her eyes shining.

Now she looked at herself in the mirror. Turn her on, she thought. Turn Linda on. Yes, oh yes, I can do that. She carefully applied a small amount of makeup, found some perfume called, appropriately, 'Spellbound', and giggled as she put just a tiny bit in several strategic places. Then another look in the mirror.

Turn Linda on. Oh, yes, Linda will be turned on. Gina's face glowed with excitement as she opened her bedroom door.

"Linda?"

"I'm down here, love." My voice floated up from the living room. Gina went downstairs, her heart pounding, her face flushed. The fact that she was now more excited than she was nervous made her nervous in itself.

I was sitting on the couch. Gina walked into the room, and my breath caught in my throat as she saw my psychology teacher standing there.

It was clear that Gina shopped at places other than Victoria's Secret. She was wearing a red PVC dress, and I could actually hear it crinkling as Gina walked. Red stockings, red pumps, red elbow-length PVC gloves. I wondered if Gina had a bit of makeup on as well. And as I slowly stood, my nostrils twitched as the seductive scent of Gina's perfume came to me, very faint, very arousing.

I was soaking wet before I even stood up. I stared at my teacher.

"Jesus, Gina. This is wonderful. I wanted to be turned on, and you are certainly doing it."

Gina smiled. Turn her on. Yes, I knew I could.

Gina slowly struck various poses, accenting the cut of the dress, the way the PVC clung to her buttocks, to her breasts. She smiled to herself as she saw my eyes riveted to her. Turn her on.

"Oh, God, Gina....", I whispered. Gina turned around and bent over, allowing me a clear view of her almost-covered buttocks. She felt the dampness growing, felt the heat rising. Turn her on. I'm turning myself on too. God, to do this, for a WOMAN.

She heard me moving, felt my palms against her buttocks. I squeezed gently, and Gina closed her eyes and grinned broadly. "Oh, Gina, they're so firm. So nice. You have such a nice ass." Gina wiggled her ass back and forth, my hands remaining in place, holding her as she moved. I'm so turned on, she thought in wonder. This little tramp made me turn myself on.

Gina's eyes widened as she felt warm breath against her buttocks. She gasped as she felt my tongue against her flesh, felt her lips pressing against her ass. One of her students was kissing her ass, and there was nothing she could do about it.

And as Gina thought about that a bit more, she realized there was nothing she wanted to do about it, either. Turn her on. Turn myself on.

Gina moaned.

I moaned back.

Gina was getting dizzy, bent over, rocking back and forth with me holding her hips, kissing her buttocks. The PVC creaked with each tiny movement, and Gina knew instantly the familiar scent filling the room.

My tongue was tracing down Gina's left garter. It then danced over her thigh, following the seam, to the back of her knee. Gina whimpered and collapsed to the floor on her hands and knees. I backed away.

"Stand up, Gina, love."

Breathless, Gina stood. Her knees were weak, her heartbeat irregular. She stared at me, kneeling on the floor, smiling up at her. My voice was low, sultry.

"Well, Gina, you certainly have turned me on. Now, what do we do about that situation? Any ideas?"

Gina found several ideas running through her mind, and was amazed at the fact that she would even think such things. I watched her, grinning, as Gina pondered.

"Um. How about - I mean, could I - I mean, do you want me to - um - play with you?" Gina shook violently as she spoke, realizing that she was now completely under my spell. She had been totally seduced. Gina wanted to please Linda in any way Linda wanted. If that meant going into trance, fine. If that meant playing with Linda's sex, fine. If Linda wished to allow Gina some pleasure, well, that would be nice, too.

I grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, Gina, I think that would be nice. Play with me, Gina. But first watch me undress. I'll do it nice and slow because I know deep down you want to see everything. I'll strip nice and slow for you, Gina. Only for you. My Gina. I'm stripping for my Gina."

I kept talking softly, seductively, as she slowly removed one article of clothing at a time. Gina watched, fascinated, mesmerized by my fluid movements, by my voice. She realized she was totally turned on, she wanted only to make her amazing student feel good. Never before had she been so aroused, and as I skillfully guided Gina into a light trance, the sensations intensified. Gina noticed I kept calling her 'my Gina', and that phrase sank into her receptive mind. My Gina. Linda calls me 'my Gina'. I am hers. Staring fixedly at my now-nude body, Gina was dimly aware that she was once more under her student's spell. She saw without really paying attention that my necklace was still on.

I was grinning at her. My hands were running over my body, and Gina noticed my erect nipples. Her own perfume mixed with the scent of her own arousal to create an incredible aphrodisiac. Helpless, Gina moaned.

I spoke slowly, clearly, softly.

"Play with me, my Gina. Gina, my love. Play with me."

With a loud groan, Gina rushed at me, grabbing me, kissing me. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing Gina's perfume to waft through my mind. The feel of the plastic against my skin was so erotic.

Gina was kissing me madly, her hands moving frantically, aimlessly, over my nude body. Gina was touching another woman, willingly, wanting only to please. Turn her on. I did that, she thought with a rush.

Now I want to make her cum.

A whispered voice in her ear. "Kneel, my Gina."

Instantly, Gina dropped to her knees, finding herself staring, gasping, at the lower edge of my black dress. She watched as I took hold of the lower edge and lifted it slowly, moving my legs apart as I did. Inch by inch, I exposed herself, until Gina found herself gazing rapturously at a pair of black crotchless panties.

"I wore these for you, my Gina", I purred. "You know what to do."

Gina indeed knew. She moved close to me, inhaling another woman's scent, feeling it drive her even higher. Make her cum. She reached out with her tongue, probing my moist pink folds, hearing my muffled reaction. My hands were in her hair now, resting lightly against her head, as Gina probed deeper into my sex.

There. Right there. Something hard. A gasp from me confirmed her discovery. Right there. Her tongue wagged back and forth wildly.

I was in heaven. I grit my teeth as yet another climax rushed through me, as my teacher's tongue worked furiously. "Oh, Gina. Oh, my Gina, my Gina, Gina, love.... Oh, love, you're so good to me."

Gina felt real tears, tears of happiness, when she heard those words. She intensified her efforts, and I cried out in ecstasy.

"Gina, love. Oh, Gina, stop now. Oh, God, Gina, stand up, love."

Within seconds, Gina was standing before her student, her face covered with my juices, her own juices flowing freely. She wanted to keep going, to keep bringing her lovely young student to climax after climax, but she had been told to stop. She had obeyed.

Gasping, I studied my teacher. I saw the fire in Gina's eyes, saw her breasts heaving as Gina fought for breath, saw the moisture tricking down Gina's thighs. I knew what Gina wanted, knew how aroused she was, knew she was ready to cum herself. Slowly, panting, I removed the chain from around my neck. Gina watched, puzzled.

I held the necklace up in front of my teacher. My voice was once more silky smooth, irresistible.

"Gina, love, do you recall our first conversation about hypnosis? We agreed that all one need do was focus on something, anything, and allow the hypnotist's voice to reach deep into your mind. That's what is happening right now, isn't it, Gina?"

Gina stared at the shining pendant dangling before her. My voice was so compelling, so powerful. Gina knew it was happening, wanted to let it happen. Gina wanted to sink deep, deep, into this young woman's spell.

"Yes", she said clearly, wanting to sink down right away. But I was patient, not wanting Gina to go under too quickly.

"Yes, my Gina. You are focusing your conscious awareness on the pendant. Your conscious mind focuses entirely on the pendant. Watch it moving, Gina, watch it moving back and forth, back and forth. You cannot tear your eyes away from it, you want to watch it, you want to focus your entire awareness on that pendant."

Oh, yes, Gina thought. Look at the pendant while Linda talks to me. Her voice will reach inside me, hypnotize me, make me her willing partner.

And as Gina said the word partner to herself, she realized that that was exactly what she was becoming. And she became even more aroused.

But it was impossible to do anything about it. Her eyes were fixed on the swinging pendant, her ears were filled with my soothing voice. She was falling once more under her student's spell, and there was nothing she wanted more.

"Yes, Gina, love, you know it's happening, you want it to happen. Let it happen, Gina. Let yourself go. Let yourself drift away to a place where I guide you, where I allow you to experience things you've never dreamed of. Allow it to happen, Gina. You know you want to. Let it happen. Let go, Gina. Let go of yourself. Let go of your very being. Allow me to guide you. Allow your body to become an extension of my will, of my being. Our beings will merge, your mind will become calm, open. I will guide you, Gina. Close your eyes and sink totally into my guidance."

Yes. Yes, Linda, guide me. Help me experience these things, Linda. I'll do anything. Anything.

There was a pause. Gina waited eagerly, her eyes now closed, wanting to hear my voice, wanting to feel the things she knew her student would cause her to feel. Wonderful things. She was still aroused, knew she was aroused, and her completely relaxed, open mind allowed those sensations to expand unhindered. Gina moaned softly. I grinned.

"Take my hand, Gina." Slowly, Gina reached out and found my outstretched hand. Once again, I led my dazed teacher up the stairs and into her bedroom. Gina stood by the bed, waiting.

"Lie down, my Gina." Gina did, the PVC making a great deal of noise.

"Now spread your legs, Gina dear."

Gina obeyed, her wet sex exposed and pulsing.

"Dress sexy tomorrow, my Gina", I whispered into my teacher's ear. Then there was a silence. Gina waited patiently, helplessly, for me to continue. She had no way of knowing that I had left, grinning at her lack of fulfillment.

Gina lay there for a very long time, finally drifting off into a deep natural sleep. She was awakened at four in the morning by the crinkling of the PVC as she rolled over. Stunned, she sat up and looked at herself. The memories came flooding back, and as soon as Gina undressed, she lay down again and masturbated wildly as she thought of me.

The next day, the psych class was stupefied as Ms. Richards walked into the room wearing a leather skirt, a leather top, black leather boots, and black seamed stockings. I was as amazed as everyone else. I had told her to dress sexy, but JESUS....

Ms. Richards stood in front of the room for a moment, allowing everyone to gawk at her. She just stood there smiling. Then, hips swinging, she walked to her desk, adjusted her skirt, and sat down.

"Good afternoon, class."

Still awestruck, the class numbly responded, in unison, "Good afternoon, Ms. Richards." Gina smiled broadly, her eyes scanning the room. She saw me watching curiously and grinned.

"Pop quiz, people. I need a volunteer." She was still looking at me, and I slowly raised my hand along with a few other people. What was she up to, I wondered.

"Linda. Come up here please." She felt her face reddening as I walked curiously up to her. Gina stood there, wearing leather, face to face with her student lover, in front of the whole class. She stared at me, her expression a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Every eye in the room was on us.

"OK, Linda. Quiz time. I've been talking for two weeks about altered states. Time to see if anyone was paying attention. Linda, I want you to put me into a trance. Right here. I get the feeling no one really learned anything about this, and I want to be proven wrong."

I stared at her in total shock, my mouth hanging open. Gina grinned at me, and the other students were whispering to each other. I felt my face turn red.

I swallowed hard several times, feeling my sex flaring to life. Uh-oh, I thought, have to be careful. My eyes were shining as I hoarsely asked Ms. Richards, "Um. If I do get it right, what suggestions do you want me to give you?" My expression told Gina what suggestions I would prefer to give. Ms. Richards grinned again.

"Keep it clean and keep it in here. That's it. Go to it." And Gina sat down in her chair, trembling slightly, her sex as well red-hot. She knew the risk she was taking, but she honestly believed that I would not do anything to cause her any humiliation. She sincerely hoped she was right.

She was.

I took a deep breath and glanced around the room. Everyone was staring at me, sitting on the edge of their seats. My red face was mistaken to mean I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hypnotize Ms. Richards. It was in fact the result of my extreme arousal.

I pulled a chair up and sat down facing Gina. Our eyes met, and I knew that already Gina felt herself slipping away, willingly giving herself to her young student lover. Take me, Linda, her eyes pleaded. Take me all the way.

I spoke softly, staring point blank into Gina's wide eyes. The class strained to hear, catching most of it, missing parts. They watched in stunned amazement as Gina's eyelids fluttered and closed. I took another deep breath, rubbed my eyes, and leaned back in my chair. I looked around the room grinning.

"Nothing to this stuff", I whispered loudly. Snickers erupted, and a male voice called out for me to have Gina remove her leathers. I smiled to myself, knowing that she would be doing exactly that. Later.

But now, I shook my head and turned back to my enthralled teacher. "Ms. Richards, can you hear me?" Instantly, Gina said yes. The class didn't realize Gina was so receptive because I already had her completely conditioned.

"Ms. Richards, we have to prove that you're in trance. Please raise your right hand above your head." Gina raised her arm, pointing it towards the ceiling, totally intent on obeying me, totally entranced.

"And now, G...Ms. Richards, you feel that arm becoming stiff, stiff as a board, stiff and straight. No matter what happens, that arm will not move until I say you can move it. Is that clear?" Gina replied yes.

I turned to the class and motioned for a guy in the front row to come up. He did, walking awkwardly, obviously trying to conceal his erection. I pointed to Gina's upraised arm and whispered for him to try moving it.

He tried. He couldn't. His eyes wide in amazement, his imagination working overtime, he went back to his seat with his erection clearly trying to burst from his pants. I spoke to Gina again.

"Very good, Ms. Richards. You have entered a deep trance. Do I pass the quiz?" There was a pause, and a smile spread slowly across Gina's face as faint thoughts of me skipped through her mind.

"Yes", she whispered. I gave a thumbs up to the class, and was rewarded by a round of applause. Gina paid no attention, hearing only the voice of her lover. My voice.

"And now, Ms. Richards, you may lower your arm. Your arm is back to normal, normal use, your arm is back to normal."

"Wake up now, Ms. Richards. Open your eyes and come out of trance."

Gina blinked and shook her head. Her eyes came to rest on me, still grinning at her, and Gina smiled back, totally at peace with the situation. She took a deep breath and tried not to think about the raging fire between her legs. "Very good, Linda. Yes, you do indeed pass." Gina turned to the class. "People, I'm feeling a bit light-headed. I wanted to prove to you that what I've been saying for the past two weeks isn't just nonsense. I hope Linda proved that today." There was a chorus of agreement.

"Class dismissed. I have to go take a nap." Chuckling, staring at Gina's leather-clad body now standing behind her desk, the class filed out. Only I remained behind.

"Did you enjoy that?", Gina asked hopefully. I smiled, and Gina's heart leapt with joy. "Let's go to my office", Gina whispered. Quickly going there, Gina hurriedly locked the door and pulled me close to her, kissing me. Then she pulled away and stared purposefully into my eyes.

"Take me. Please", she whispered, her voice breaking.

I smiled and spoke softly.

As Gina felt herself slipping away, once again falling helplessly, willingly, under her young student's spell, she felt her nipples hardening, rubbing sensually against soft leather. With a sigh, she surrendered herself once more to her young lover. This was wonderful.