Lynn was uncomfortable. She sat in the waiting room nervously fidgeting, looking around the room, avoiding the puzzled gaze of the typical, cute, pert, young receptionist. For the tenth time she looked at her watch, wondering how she had been talked into this.

The stress at work was incredible. And then, one day, she had been complaining to a coworker, another woman who said she, too, had been very close to job burn-out. Until she had come to see Rachel.

Rachel, she had explained with shining eyes, was a hypnotherapist. She had called Rachel, told her about her situation, and Rachel had said yes, she could help. She had since seen Rachel several times, and while the details of her visits were for some reason vague, she was very emphatic that Rachel had, indeed, cured her stress problem once and for all.

Lynn ranked hypnotism right up there with witch doctoring and voodoo. She passed her friend's recommendation off as nonsense. And the stress kept building. Lynn was perpetually tired, irritable. Her friend continued trying to get her to call Rachel. And then, Lynn exploded at a meeting. Around the meeting table, her friend, along with the rest, stared at her.

Sitting at her desk after the meeting, staring at the floor, Lynn tried to think of something, anything, that might help her. Her phone rang.

A soft, warm voice said hello. Still frustrated and angry, Lynn was in no mood for soft, warm voices. Snapping into the phone, she asked who it was. The answer made her eyes narrow.

"Lynn, my name is Rachel. I just received a phone call from a friend of yours who seems very concerned about your well-being. She tells me that you've been under a lot of stress recently and it seems to have gotten the better of you this afternoon. She was very upset, Lynn, very concerned. She wondered if I could call you just to have a pleasant conversation, try and help you to sort things out a little. Do you have a few moments, Lynn? Would you care to have a little chat with me?"

Lynn sat still, staring unseeing at her desk. She didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't want any damn sympathy, she just wanted to be left alone. But the woman's voice was so soothing, so caring, that she couldn't just hang up on her. She sat there, uncertain. Rachel spoke again.

"In fact, Lynn, it sounds like maybe we should get together, you and I, have a face-to-face conversation. I understand you're probably busy right now and can't really talk to me. Would it be better for you if we arranged an appointment?"

Rachel's soft voice gently worked it's way through Lynn's runaway thoughts, and she actually began to feel herself calming down a bit as her mind cleared. Still not daring to answer Rachel, she remained silent.

Rachel seemed to understand what was happening. After a long pause, she said, "It's OK, Lynn. Really. I think we can have a nice conversation, I think we can really help you to relax. Would you like to see me tomorrow at five?" Dazed, Lynn stared at the telephone, nodding. Eventually, she realized Rachel couldn't hear that, and seemed to snap back to reality. She mumbled yes into the phone, and Rachel's pleasant voice drifted back to her, saying she would be waiting the next day.

Lynn sat there holding the disconnected phone for several minutes, wondering how in the world she had let herself be talked into seeing some psycho-babble shrink. No way was she going there. Shaking her head, she hung up the phone, for some reason feeling very calm all of a sudden.

The next day, whenever Lynn began to feel stressed out, she found Rachel's voice drifting through her mind, reminding her she could help. Lynn felt uneasy about this, as if somewhere, Rachel was practicing voodoo, waving magic wands over a small image of her. But to her surprise, as the day wore on, she actually did feel a bit better than usual. Now faintly curious, she decided she would visit Rachel and hear what she had to say. Of course, there was no way she would let Rachel, or anyone, hypnotize her, ever. But she would go and see what Rachel had in mind.

And now she sat, fidgeting, in Rachel's reception room, trying to avoid the questioning looks of the receptionist.

She heard a door open. Looking up, she watched as a woman, about her own age, came into the reception area from a short hallway. Smiling at the receptionist, she reached into her purse, withdrew her checkbook, and made one out, giving it to the receptionist.

The receptionist returned her own blinding smile, and as the woman walked happily out the door, said "Goodbye, Karen. See you next time."

Lynn flushed as the receptionist turned that bright smile on her. "Lynn, Rachel will be with you in a moment." Lynn nodded and looked away.

Staring out the window, she was startled to hear a voice right beside her. That same soft voice she had heard on the phone. She jerked her head around to find Rachel standing in front of her. Lynn hadn't even heard her approaching.

"Hello, Lynn. It's very nice to meet you. I'm Rachel." Rachel looked down at her with deep, wide brown eyes. Lynn remained still, staring, unaware of Rachel's outstretched hand. She also failed to notice the receptionist, watching, smiling at Lynn's reaction.

Finally Lynn stirred. Blinking, she finally acknowledged Rachel's presence. Holding out her own hand, she stood, her legs wobbling. Her mouth seemed dry. "I'm...I'm Lynn. Nice to meet you too." She felt her face burn as Rachel gazed at her, seemingly prying her secrets from deep within. Lynn turned away from Rachel's eyes as they shook hands.

Releasing Lynn's hand, Rachel turned to the receptionist. "Lynn is my last appointment for today, isn't she?" The receptionist looked quickly at her schedule and nodded. Rachel smiled and told the receptionist she could lock up and go home. As Rachel led Lynn back to her office, the grinning receptionist followed Lynn with her eyes. The short steps, the stiff posture. Rachel would have some fun tonight, the receptionist thought as she turned out the lights and locked the door behind her. It was amazing, the girl thought to herself, that Rachel had never tried to hypnotize her. Every now and then the receptionist would imagine herself in Rachel's office, helpless, with Rachel sending her into a deep hypnotic trance. Oh, well.

Rachel's office was very plush, deep recliners, thick carpet, a large wooden desk. And a doctor's examination table. Lynn stared curiously at it, feeling even more nervous. Rachel laughed and explained that she also did some chiropractic work. That figures, Lynn thought. Witch doctors and voodoo.

Rachel invited Lynn to sit down. Lynn sank into one of the recliners, and Rachel took her place in a large, leather office chair at her desk. She turned to Lynn and just watched her silently for a moment, smiling gently.

Lynn looked back at her, wondering what she was waiting for. Rachel's eyes stared back at her, deep and dark. After what seemed like a very long time, Rachel spoke, quietly, softly.

"Lynn, why have you come here today?"

For some reason, Lynn found it hard to answer. Thickly, she said, "Stress.....work..." Rachel seemed to nod slightly around those wide eyes.

"Yes, Lynn. Stress. There's so much stress in your life, isn't there, Lynn?" She waited as Lynn slowly nodded. "And you want to make it go away, is that right?" Again, a slow nod, Lynn's eyes remaining fixed on Rachel's.

This is weird, thought Lynn. Maybe she isn't going to hypnotize me or whatever nonsense she does. Maybe she just does want to talk. And it really feels good talking to her. She seems to understand. I want the stress to just go away. She understands. Rachel does understand. Unaware that she was still staring into Rachel's eyes, Lynn sat still, silent, waiting. Her ears were ringing slightly for some reason, she noticed. And why did the room all of a sudden seem very, very quiet? Where are all the other little noises you hear? Her body tingled for some reason.

Rachel's voice came floating gently to her from far away. "Really, Lynn, it's so easy to relax. It's so easy to just tell yourself you want to relax, and let it happen. That's all you have to do, Lynn. So easy. So easy."

This is sort of relaxing, Lynn thought to herself. This actually feels nice. Maybe I don't have to be hypnotized, maybe we can just talk and I'll feel better. Hypnosis. Voodoo. Nonsense. She didn't need any of that. All she had to do was think about it and it would happen. It was so easy. Why didn't I think of it before, Lynn wondered. It's so simple, so easy. All I have to do is think about relaxing and I will. So easy. Staring into Rachel's brown eyes, slowly beginning to feel as if they were floating in the air before her, Lynn told herself to relax.

Rachel stared back at Lynn, aware of Lynn's reactions even though her eyes remained focused on Lynn's face. She saw Lynn's body relax slightly as Lynn's internal conversation continued. Lynn's eyes were locked on her own.

"Yes, Lynn, it's so easy. You can do it, Lynn. So easy. Relaxing. You can feel yourself relaxing even now, can't you, Lynn?"

Slowly, Lynn nodded, just once. Her eyes never wavered. Relaxing, she thought dreamily. Relaxing. No stress. Gone away. All gone. Go away, stress. Relaxing. I'm relaxing now. Stress will go away. So easy. So easy. I am relaxing. I am relaxing even now. It felt as if her ears were filled with something, and the only sound that penetrated was Rachel's voice. Her body was beginning to feel strange, somehow. Relaxing. Strange. Easy.

"Very good, Lynn", Rachel said, her voice barely a whisper. "Very good indeed. You know now that you can relax, relax whenever you want to. All you have to do is tell yourself you want to relax and let it happen. Isn't that right, Lynn? Is that what you are doing right now?"

Lynn's head bobbed slightly. If Rachel hadn't been staring right at Lynn, she would have missed it. Right now, Lynn thought. Right now. Relaxing. No stress. So easy. Right now. Relaxing. Relaxing. So easy. Relaxing.

Rachel looked on as Lynn's lips parted, just a bit. Her body, limp, sagged deep into the recliner. Her eyes, seeming to be open even wider than before, stared back at Rachel, unblinking. It felt so different, so nice. So relaxed. So easy.

"Yes, Lynn, you are relaxing now. Very relaxed. And you have done it all by yourself, Lynn. You told yourself you wanted to relax and you let it happen, didn't you, Lynn?"

Another tiny movement of Lynn's head indicated her agreement. I did it, Lynn thought dimly. I relaxed. No stress. So easy. Relaxed.

"It feels good, doesn't it, Lynn?" As Lynn nodded slightly, Rachel went on. "Yes, it feels good. So good to relax. So good to be able to allow yourself to relax, to allow yourself to relax whenever you need to. So good."

So good. It feels so good. Relax. No stress. Whenever I want. I did it. I can do it. Relax. No stress. So easy. So good. No hypnotism. No voodoo. Just relax. So good. So easy. Rachel's eyes seemed to hover in the center as her face slowly spun in a circle. How neat, Lynn thought slowly. Who needs hypotist - hypnotical - what was I thinking? Her thoughts came to a halt as Rachel's voice reached deep into her mind.

"So good, Lynn. And, Lynn, you also are becoming aware that as you relax more and more, your mind also relaxes. Your body and mind are one. Both of them are relaxing more and more now. It feels so good. Feel your body relaxing more and more. Feel your mind relaxing more and more. So good."

So good. Relaxing. So good. Body relaxing. So good. Mind relaxing. Mind relaxing? Mind? Relaxing? Yes, Mind relaxing. Mind. Relaxing. Mind...

As Rachel stared deep into Lynn's eyes, she saw them dim, saw Lynn's face go slack as Lynn drifted off. As she continued gazing at Lynn's transfixed features, she knew that, as always, she too had entered a light trance state. She also knew that, as always, there was a growing sensation of dampness between her legs. As she worked out how she would deepen Lynn's trance state, she absently slid her hand beneath her own dress. Gazing, entranced, into Lynn's glassy eyes, she felt a tingle as her fingers brushed against something moist and soft.

Lynn, unaware of Rachel's activities, or indeed of anything except Rachel's eyes, lay limp in the recliner. Her mind a blank, waiting only for the sound of Rachel's voice, she drifted aimlessly through nothingness.

The tingle turned to a twinge, and Rachel realized what she had been doing. Whispering again to the dazed woman, she reluctantly removed her hand.

"Yes, Lynn, you feel so good right now. So relaxed. So calm. So peaceful. And you know, deep inside, that you will soon learn of many other things you never knew you had the ability to do. I will teach you so much, Lynn. So much. Will you learn from me, Lynn?"

Totally enthralled, Lynn nodded slightly, her eyes remaining fixed on Rachel's. Rachel nodded, smiling gently. Lynn noticed dimly that Rachel's swirling face was smiling at her, smiling at her... Happy. So good. So good.

"I will teach you so much, Lynn. You will be a very good student. A very good student. You will learn so much, Lynn. And now, before our first lesson together, you may tell yourself to relax totally. Every muscle, every nerve, can relax and become limp. Even your eyes, Lynn. Your tired eyes can relax, close, close down, relax. Feel your eyes relaxing, Lynn. Closing. Relaxing. It feels so good. You find it so easy to relax. Relax totally."

...eyes...my eyes...close...tired....so good...tired...easy...

Lynn's eyelids fluttered for a few seconds, then closed for good.

Without Rachel's eyes holding her attention, her mind blank, Lynn began to drift deeper, no anchor to keep her anywhere, as Rachel quietly watched. Still entranced herself, Rachel sighed softly. So good. So good.

Rachel closed her eyes for a moment, quickly recovering from her trance. Opening her eyes, she looked again at Lynn, lying asleep in the recliner. She looked so good. So good. A good student. It was so easy.

Rachel undressed. Moments later, nude, she stood beside Lynn, ready for Lynn's first lesson.

"Totally relaxed, Lynn. It feels so good. Mind and body totally relaxed. Body and mind resting comfortably. It feels so good. So good. And it was so easy. So easy."

Rachel smiled to herself. Yes, it had been easy.

Lynn floated in a vacuum. All she was aware of was a warm glow which seemed to enwrap her entire body. So good. And then there was Rachel's voice. So soft, so warm. Wrapping her body gently in a warm, soft blanket. So good.

"And now, Lynn, you will begin to learn many things. Many things about yourself. Many things you already knew, deep inside, but were not aware of their importance in your life. Many things you never knew, never even imagined. And, Lynn, you will learn many things about me as well."

"Lynn, you know, deep inside, that you have the power to relax your entire body and mind at will. You know, deep inside, that all you have to do is tell yourself you want to relax and let it happen. You will find you are able to do this whenever you feel it necessary, whenever it is appropriate. And, Lynn, you must also be aware that, as your teacher, you must also allow me the ability to place you into a relaxed state quickly. Do you understand the need for this, Lynn?"

Lynn didn't have any idea why this would be necessary. All she knew was that Rachel was asking something of her. It felt so good to listen to Rachel's voice, to learn from her. Completely taken in by Rachel's power, Lynn nodded. She understood. Allow the teacher.

"That's very kind of you, Lynn. Thank you for understanding. And now, Lynn, I will teach you how to enter this comfortable, relaxed state quickly, whenever I think it is necessary."

"All you need to do, Lynn, is hear my voice say to you, 'Lynn, it is time to relax.' When you hear those words, Lynn, as soon as you hear me say those words, you will allow yourself to relax totally for me, body and mind. No matter where you are, no matter what you are doing, hearing me say those words will instantly relax you. Your body will become motionless, your mind will become open. You will then allow me to teach you more things. Do you understand, Lynn?"

Lynn nodded.

"Very good, Lynn, you are an excellent student. Excellence must be rewarded, I think. So now I will reward you, Lynn, for your ability to learn from me, quickly and easily."

Rachel paused. This was it, the first step.

"Lynn, become aware of yourself right now. Become aware of your body lying relaxed and comfortable in the chair. Become even more aware of the sound of my voice as I reward you, as I teach you. Become aware of your increasing abilities as you learn more and more from me, your teacher."

In the chair, Lynn stirred as she became a bit more aware of her surroundings. Her head shifted to one side, her leg twitched. Rachel noticed these things as Lynn became still. Learn from teacher. Her voice. My body.

"Yes, Lynn, you needed to move your head, to become more comfortable. You felt a slight irritation in your leg, and now that is gone. You are completely comfortable now, Lynn, more comfortable than you have ever dreamed you could be. As you feel yourself becoming even more comfortable, even more relaxed, you can feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the chair you are resting in. Feel it surround you, soft and warm. Feel yourself sink deeper and deeper into its softness. Feel this happening to you now, Lynn."

A faint smile came to Lynn's face. She was sinking, sinking, deeper and deeper. So soft. So warm. So comfortable. Deeper and deeper. So easy.

"So soft, so warm, Lynn. So warm. Warmer and warmer. So warm. Do you feel it, Lynn? Warmer and warmer. So warm." Lynn again nodded, her mind filling with a sense of ever-increasing warmth. "So warm, Lynn. And, Lynn, you know, deep inside, that the warmth could be so much more pleasant if it were not confined within your clothing. You might even find yourself becoming annoyed at your clothing, finding it is keeping you from attaining even greater warmth and relaxation."

Something's not right. Warm. Clothes. Relax. Clothes. Warm. Not right. Clothes. In the way. Relax. Clothes. Warm. Clothes in the way. No clothes. No clothes. Warm. Relax. No clothes.

Lynn's hand moved, just a tiny bit, as her dazed mind instructed her body to do something about the problem it faced. Rachel noticed.

"Yes, Lynn. In the way. Do you want to feel the softness, the warmth of the chair caressing your body? You can. You can allow it to happen. You can very easily, very comfortably, remove any clothes which you find annoy you, interfere with even deeper relaxation. Your body may move freely and easily as you allow yourself to do this, Lynn."

As Rachel watched, Lynn's hand slowly moved to her top. Then the other hand moved as well. Hesitantly, haltingly, the first button of Lynn's top came loose. Rachel hardly dared to breathe.

Then the next button. And the next. Annoying. In the way. Want to relax more. Warm. Soft. Chair. Clothes. In the way. No clothes. So easy.

Lynn's top was completely undone now. Whispering, Rachel spoke.

"I will help you, Lynn. Will you allow your teacher to help?"

Lynn nodded. Her hands trembling, Rachel gently tugged at Lynn's top, opening it to the sides. She stared down at Lynn's lacy white bra.

Her voice husky, almost choking with desire, Rachel said, "Let me help, Lynn. Do you want your top taken off all the way?"

As Lynn nodded, her face lit by a faint smile, Rachel tugged at Lynn's top, sliding it off as gently as she could. Lynn's limp body gave no resistance at all, and soon Rachel was holding Lynn's top. Shaking, she added it to the pile of her own clothes.

So good. No clothes. Relax. Warm. Soft. No clothes.

Lynn's hands were already working on the clasp of her bra. Rachel noticed, to her relief, that it had a front closure. She could clearly see Lynn's nipples through the sheer fabric, and felt her own nipples harden.

Lynn succeeded in unhooking the catch, and tried to take her bra off. Rachel again asked if she could help, and Lynn's hands slid to her waist as Rachel gently pulled Lynn's bra off. It, too, joined the pile.

Rachel fought back the urge to take Lynn's nipples in her mouth. She looked on, her hands absently roaming her own body, as Lynn tried to unzip her skirt. Rachel frowned. The zipper, of course, was in back.

"I'll help, Lynn." At Lynn's nod, she continued. "I have to move your body, Lynn. This will not disturb you at all, in fact, as you enjoy the sensations of the soft, warm chair against your skin, you might even find yourself sinking deeper and deeper as I help you with your clothes."

She rolled the uncaring woman slightly onto her side, and managed to find the zipper. Quickly, she undid it, and, lowering Lynn slowly back down, slid her skirt all the way off in one quick motion.

Skin. Warm. Enjoy. Soft. Chair. Skin. Deeper. Chair. Skin. Deeper.

Rachel stifled a moan as she looked at Lynn. Silk panties. Real silk. White. They did nothing to conceal the dark mass of hair between Lynn's legs. Lynn's hands were already there, tugging her panties down, down.

"I'll help, Lynn." The woman relaxed as her teacher helped her. Slowly, enjoying each second, Rachel slid Lynn's panties down, feeling the smooth fabric against her fingers, feeling Lynn's soft skin. She stood there, holding Lynn's panties. Silk panties. Rachel had never worn silk panties.

Rachel put Lynn's panties on. She stood there, trembling, wearing another woman's undergarments. They were so soft. So soft. And Lynn's skin...

Rachel couldn't help it. Her fingers slid between her legs, under the soft silk, into her pussy. Hand trapped between silky fabric and red-hot pussy, Rachel masturbated. Her eyes roamed up and down Lynn's still form, her hand furiously rubbing against her clit. Rachel came, feeling the silk become soaking wet.

She paused, catching her breath. Lynn lay uncaring, unknowing.

Soft. Warm. Skin. Deeper. No clothes. Warm. Chair. Deeper. Soft. Warm. Chair. Skin. Deeper. Easy. Deeper.

Rachel spoke again, her voice unsteady. Lynn heard that voice and didn't care if it was steady or not. It was her teacher.

"Lynn. Now you find yourself lying in the chair. With no clothes to interfere, you find yourself quickly sinking even deeper into relaxation. It's so easy, Lynn, to just let go, go deeper and deeper. So easy."

No clothes. Deeper. Quickly. Relaxation. Deeper. Easy.

The sight of Lynn's nude body was becoming too much for Rachel. She stood in Lynn's panties, hand still between her legs, wanting to just bury her face between those long legs, to feel her face close against Lynn's thighs, just as Lynn's silk panties had so recently been. She shuddered, knowing she was close to losing control of herself. If that happened, she knew she would lose Lynn, too.

"So deep, Lynn. Nothing except relaxation. Nothing except the feeling of warmth, of softness, that surrounds you. Nothing except my voice. The voice of your teacher."

Deeper. Relaxed. Nothing. Warm. Soft. Voice. Teacher.

Rachel couldn't resist any more. "Lynn, my student, listen now. It is time for your next lesson. You are an excellent student, I know you will accept my teaching quickly and easily, won't you?" Lynn nodded.

"This is a difficult lesson, Lynn. But I know that you will do very well. I am going to touch you, Lynn, I am going to move your body slightly. You will find your new position very comfortable, very relaxing. You will find my touch relaxes you even more as well."

Trembling, she lightly grasped Lynn's right ankle. She moved it to the side, raising it up and draping it over the edge of the chair. She did the same to Lynn's left leg, and Lynn lay there, legs spread, her exposed pussy beckoning to Rachel.

Comfort. Touch. Deeper. Lynn was aware of something, of movement. Touch. Deeper. Deeper. Relax.

Rachel stood between Lynn's open legs, staring wide-eyed at Lynn's pussy. She felt it drawing her closer, closer, an irresistible force making her want to touch it. But first, Lynn had to be prepared.

"Very good, Lynn. You completed that part of the lesson very well, very easily. Now the difficult part of the lesson begins."

"As you lie there, Lynn, you are aware of the sensations of deep relaxation which are flowing throughout your body. You have created these sensations through the power of your own mind. And now, Lynn, it is time to learn that you can create other sensation within yourself, those of pleasure. Think about pleasure, Lynn. Allow your mind to become filled with thoughts of pure pleasure. Lynn, you may even feel as if you are becoming aroused as these thoughts of pleasure gather within you. Feel it happening, Lynn. Feel it happening now. And allow your mind to float freely, enjoying these feelings, nothing will disturb you. And Lynn, you may even find that as your skill in visualizing this pleasure increases, you will begin to actually feel physical pleasure. You can allow that pleasure to send you deeper and deeper as you gain even more ability, as I teach you even more."

Good. Easy. Lesson. Sensations. Relax. Pleasure. Pleasure. Aroused. Feel it. Floating. Enjoy. Pleasure. Deeper. Feel it.

Shaking, Rachel moved close to Lynn, her face just inches from the soft dark area that awaited her there. She sensed the change in Lynn's breathing, sensed the slight movements of her body as Lynn pictured herself experiencing wave after wave of pleasure.

Pleasure. Feel it. Aroused. Enjoy. Pleasure. So good. So easy.

Lightly, gently, Rachel's tongue met Lynn's moistening clit. She froze as Lynn's breath became louder, as she shifted in the chair. Looking up quickly, she saw Lynn's eyes still closed, a dreamy look of ecstasy on her face. Again, Rachel probed Lynn with her tongue. She felt Lynn's muscles contract, and kept the contact, her tongue flicking eagerly across Lynn's clit. She slid her fingers back into her own pussy, and the softness of Lynn's silken undies almost made her crazy. As she licked the helpless woman's pussy, Rachel played with herself.

Pleasure. Feel it. Images danced through Lynn's open mind. Pleasure. Deeper. Feel it. Deeper. As the images became more vivid, as she became more intent on the sensations, she felt something, something real. Feel it. Pleasure. Deeper. Feel it. Feel it. Feel it.

And feel it she did. Her dazed mind not able to keep up with the rapid increase in the sensations it was receiving as Lynn approached orgasm. Pleasure. Feel it. Feel it. Images tumbled through her mind in disorder. She was unable and unwilling to focus on any single image. But they were making her feel pleasure. Pleasure. Feel it.

It was all Rachel could do to keep from screaming as she came. At the same time, Lynn's foggy mind gave up trying to make sense of anything at all. Deep within her mind, deep within her trance, totally lost in a world of her own, Lynn came as well.

Totally dazed, totally entranced, Lynn felt something blossom deep within herself. She didn't understand what it was, the word orgasm was lost, far, far away in the outside world. Teacher had said it was pleasure. This was pleasure. It sprang from her innermost places, spreading with amazing speed throughout her body, again and again. Lynn's images of pleasure faded away into flashes of light, bright bursts of pleasure flaring in her mind. Pleasure. Feel it. Deeper. Lynn's ability to form coherent thoughts vanished as, one after the other, a series of explosive orgasms ripped through her body and her mind.

Rachel felt the muscles spasming, gripping her fingers even tighter. At the same time, Lynn made her first sound since she had gone into trance. A long, low sound made Rachel pause just as her own body shook with one last orgasm. Her tongue still pressed against Lynn's clit, Rachel listened as the sound slowly grew into a deep moan of pure abandon. Quickly, Rachel stood.

"Very, very good, Lynn. You are an excellent student indeed. You see, you are able to do many things which you never imagined. And, Lynn, I hope that soon, you will allow me to teach you even more."

The faraway voice of her teacher came to her. Slowly, the pleasure diminished to a warm, soft glow of pure joy.

Good. Excellent. Student. Do things. Teach me more.

She stared down at the Lynn, still drifting deeper into hypnosis. She knew that Lynn would be back, just as the others had come back. Sighing happily, she dressed, removing Lynn's panties with regret. She then turned back to Lynn.

Lynn was instructed to stand. The depth of her trance allowed her to easily rise and remain hypnotized. She stood quietly, waiting patiently, as her teacher cleaned the chair. Lynn was then dressed, and told to sit back down, just as she had when she first arrived.

Rachel gazed at the woman before her. Truly a good subject, a good student. Yes, she would teach Lynn much.

Still totally entranced, Lynn obeyed instantly when told to open her eyes and yet remain deeply relaxed. Rachel sat down in her desk chair and turned to Lynn. Staring into Lynn's sightless eyes, Rachel felt the stirrings yet again. Later, she cautioned herself.

Lynn was then awakened. She found herself staring into Rachel's eyes. What had happened? Rachel looked at her expectantly.

Lynn's mouth was very dry. She swallowed a few times, still staring into Rachel's eyes for some reason. She blinked and looked away. She missed Rachel's quick smile.

"I'm sorry", Lynn said, confused. "What was that you were saying?"

Rachel beamed back at her. "I was just saying that I think, deep down, you will find it in yourself to be able to relax when you have to."

Lynn, puzzled, nodded. It made sense, somehow. But what...

Rachel motioned to a small clock. "Unfortunately, Lynn, it looks as though our time for today is up. I hope you've learned some things, and I hope I'll see you again soon." She stood.

Lynn stood as well. Still puzzled, still wondering about something that just didn't fit, she shook Rachel's outstretched hand. "Thank you, Rachel. Thank you very much." Why am I so grateful, Lynn wondered. To her surprise, she heard herself add, "And I certainly will be seeing you again."

Rachel turned on the lights in the reception area. As Lynn handed the check to Rachel, she opened her mouth as if to say something. Still looking very puzzled, she closed her mouth and shook her head slightly.

"Lynn, it is time to relax."

Lynn's body swayed slightly, then froze. Her eyes widened slightly for an instant, then closed tight. Her breathing instantly slowed to a deep, regular rhythm. Lynn was again deeply hypnotized.

Relax. Teach me more. Right away. Relax for teacher. Teacher.

Rachel smiled happily. She awakened Lynn, who blinked, looking even more puzzled and confused. Something was very odd. Well, at least I didn't have to be hypnotized or whatever.

As Lynn walked, still pondering, out the door, Rachel was still smiling. She knew Lynn would never figure it out, simply because she wouldn't want to. Deep down, Lynn knew that something unfamiliar, unordinary, had happened to her. But she would never admit it, never want to face that thought. It would be too much of a challenge to her pride. Rachel went back into her office, waiting, soon hearing the front door open and close.

Rachel was still smiling as her receptionist walked back into the office. Without a word, the girl stopped in front of Rachel, her eyes glazed. Without a word, she stripped off her clothes and lay down on the examination table. Slowly, she bent her knees up and spread them wide apart, exposing her pussy to Rachel.

"I am ready to learn, teacher." The girl's eyes closed.

Rachel slowly stood and got undressed again. As she approached the table, where the spellbound girl lay waiting, willing, she spoke softly. "I am your teacher."

Rachel stood beside the examination table, gazing hungrily at her receptionist's lovely young body. Yes, she thought, Sandra was truly a lovely young girl. And she's learned so much. So much.

Her thoughts drifted back to Lynn for a moment, the happy, dazed look on her face as her conscious mind had winked out, leaving her open and waiting for Rachel to teach her. The first time was always so much fun, Rachel thought. That triggered an idea.

"Sandra, you have learned well. You carry out your assignments perfectly. And now, Sandra, our lesson tonight will be a bit different. In a moment, Sandra, you will find yourself lying on a table. This will not upset you. You will find yourself nude. This will not upset you. You will find yourself, lying nude on a table, and you will not be upset. Then, Sandra, you and I will have a talk. Just an ordinary, everyday talk, just you and I chatting together between clients. Do not be concerned with the time of day, or anything else. Just you and I having a nice chat."

"I understand, teacher."

Despite her mistaken recollections, Sandra had indeed been hypnotized many, many times. Sandra had become Rachel's star pupil, able to carry out the most complex, extraordinary suggestions easily. But tonight, Sandra would experience for the first time, as far as she knew, a hypnotic trance.

Sandra awakened to find herself staring up at a ceiling, with her boss beside her. For some reason Rachel was nude. Looking down, she found herself nude as well. Hmm. That's different.

Rachel moved her leather chair next to the exam table. Sandra watched curiously as Rachel went to another table and did something for a few minutes. Then, holding a something that looked like a remote control for an old slide projector, Rachel sat down beside Sandra.

"Hello, Sandra. How was your day?"

"Pretty good. How was yours?" Even though Sandra had no knowledge of her own hypnotic experiences, Rachel knew she was fully aware of what went on in her office. Sandra smiled knowingly at Rachel. Rachel smiled back.

"Very good, thank you. I think Lynn will prove to be a regular client." Sandra thought of Lynn's nervousness as she had gone into Rachel's office and grinned.

"Yeah, I think so too. Did you solve her problem?"

"Yes, I think so." Rachel smiled, remembering. Looking quickly at Sandra, she asked, "Sandra, do you ever find yourself wishing to experience trance?" The girl's eyes widened, and she stared at Rachel.

"Trance - like... like... hypnotize me?" Rachel nodded. "Um. What about all the other stuff you do?", Sandra asked nervously. Now that it came down to it, there was something vaguely discomforting in the thought of allowing another woman to control her mind and body. She didn't have any idea that Rachel already had total control, whenever she wanted it.

Calmly, Rachel answered, "That's up to you, Sandra."

Sandra thought about it. She knew full well that Rachel, after gaining control of a woman, usually made love to them. She also knew that these same women came back, time after time, always leaving with a happy, dazed expression. Rachel remembered one afternoon especially. She, Sandra, had messed up, scheduling two appointments for the same time. Rachel had handled it beautifully, quickly convincing the two women that it really wasn't a problem. All three had disappeared into Rachel's office. Sandra had sat at her desk in the reception area, listening on her intercom to the sounds that had come from the office.

Feeling the sensation of warmth between her legs, she nodded at Rachel. "Yes. Please. Hypnotize me. I'll try whatever you want me to."

Indeed you will, my dear, Rachel thought. Out loud, she said, "All right, Sandra. Today, you will feel the power of hypnosis." Sandra's face turned red, as it had the first time she had stared deep into Rachel's eyes, falling slowly into a deep trance. But Sandra remembered nothing of that episode, or any of the others. Sandra had never been hypnotized.

In a soft voice, Rachel spoke to her. "Sandra, I'd like you to just lie there and relax. Take a deep breath. That's it, a nice deep breath. Now, Sandra, just look up at the ceiling. What do you see?"

Sandra lay back and looked up. A ceiling. What else was there to see? As she searched the ceiling for whatever Rachel was talking about, she spied a small spot, having to look slightly behind her. "A little spot."

"Good, Sandra. Watch that spot. Watch it carefully. What do you see?"

It's just a spot, Sandra thought, puzzled. But as she watched, the spot seemed to grow just a bit. "It looks like it's getting bigger."

Rachel smiled, her hand working the small control, adjusting the size of the image Sandra was gazing at. The projector on the other table pointed upwards, creating a display whose form Sandra would soon be able to detect.

Sandra stared up curiously at the slowly growing spot. It wasn't just a spot any more. It looked like there was something in it. She looked closer, trying to figure out what it was. Something inside it was moving.

Rachel watched quietly, slowly standing and moving to the head of exam table, out of sight of Sandra. "Yes, Sandra. It grows, slowly becoming larger and larger. What else is it doing, Sandra?"

Sandra blinked. This was staring to feel strange. But her eyes were again drawn back to the gradually growing spot on the ceiling. Rachel's voice had moved. She had never noticed how nice Rachel's voice was before.

The tiny image grew, and finally Sandra could make out a pattern, a whirling image, spinning around and around. This was neat, Sandra thought.

"It's spinning..." Why was it hard to talk?

"Yes, Sandra. Spinning slowly, gently. Around and around. Around and around. See it spinning, Sandra. Watch it as it spins around and around."

The image became larger, the spinning motion more visible. This was really neat, Sandra thought slowly. But why does Rachel's voice seem to far away? She continued to stare up at the image above her, her eyes straining for anything new that might appear.

Rachel's voice was a whisper. "Yes, Sandra, around and around. See it spinning around and around. Closer and closer. Around and around."

It was getting closer, Sandra thought. It's not getting bigger, just closer. I like this. Around and around. And her voice is really so nice.

"Closer and closer, Sandra. As you watch closely, you may feel as if you are being drawn into the spinning pattern, falling gently upwards into the whirling image above you."

Amazed, fascinated, Sandra felt her body moving. It IS happening, she thought in wonder. I'm floating up towards it. Floating higher and higher. It's coming closer and closer. This is great.

Quietly, urgently, Rachel continued. "Reach out for it, Sandra. Reach out and take hold of the whirling, spinning image above you. It's so close now, Sandra, so close." She adjusted the control for the last time, the image growing to full size, filling Sandra's narrowing field of vision as it spun around and around, closer and closer.

I have to, Sandra thought. Touch it. Reach out to it. She lay there staring as she felt her hands begin to twitch for some reason. Reach for it. Reach out to it. Slowly, her dazed mind not really comprehending, her hands lifted off the table. Sandra tried to understand what was happening as her own hands floated slowly into sight above her, reaching in vain for the whirling thing above her head. Oh, my God, this is great, she thought. Now I know how Rachel can do all the things she does. This is absolutely fantastic.

"Very good, Sandra. You see now how nice it feels to be hypnotized. You are being hypnotized, Sandra. As you continue watching the image above you, as your hands continue to reach out towards it, you can feel yourself sinking into a deep hypnotic trance. A deep trance, Sandra. Deep. Deeper and deeper. A deep hypnotic trance."

All Sandra could see was the spinning image. It filled her sight, her mind. Her hands were there as well, reaching up, as her body drifted closer and closer to the hypnotic thing above her. That was it, she knew. That spinning thing, going around and around. It's hypnotizing me. I want it to. I want to reach it, to touch it, to hold it, to let it put me into a deep hypnotic trance. Deeper. Deeper.

Rachel saw the look on Sandra's face, her mouth agape, as she tried in vain to come closer to the image. She knew Sandra what Sandra wanted, she had seen that look on many other women. They wanted to fall into the pattern, to become totally enveloped by it, to let it hypnotize them, to go into a deep hypnotic trance. Sandra was almost gone, almost ready. Rachel let her stay there for a while, helpless. She knew Sandra wanted only to sink totally into trance, to let herself go completely. But she wouldn't, she couldn't, until Rachel let her. And Rachel remained silent, watching Sandra helplessly gaze up at the spinning circle above her, wanting desperately to submit to the hypnotic power of the motion, to a deep hypnotic trance.

"How do you feel right now, Sandra?"

"Feel... feel. Oh. feel. good. nice. spin. around. so nice. oh, so good. want to... want to...deeper....hypnotize...deeper..."

Rachel lay the control down and lightly touched Sandra's temples. She began brushing gently in a circle, around and around. It was almost too much for Sandra.

"Oh... so good... deeper....deeper...so good....hypnotized...deeper."

Rachel's voice was barely audible. "Yes, Sandra, deeper. You can let go now, Sandra. Just let go, let yourself surrender to the hypnotic trance you feel yourself slipping into. Deeper and deeper, Sandra. Deep into trance as you continue watching the whirling image above you."

Sandra's reaction was slight but noticeable. Her eyes remained fixed on the hypnotic spiral above her, her body seemed to deflate, her outstretched arms losing some of their rigidity. Her open mouth became loose, her breathing became slow and regular. Sandra was hypnotized.

Rachel removed her hands from the girl's forehead. Surprised, she noticed that Sandra had never moved her legs. They remained bent at the knee, sagging outwards as the muscles relaxed. Rachel grinned and walked around to the other end of the table. She looked between the girl's legs at the moist dark triangle.

Allowing her eyes to roam Sandra's body once more, she saw her eyes, open and staring, held captive to the spinning thing above her. Her arms reached upwards, her legs invitingly spread. Without a word of warning to Sandra, Rachel drove her tongue into Sandra's pussy, passing again and again over her clit. Sandra's breath quickened, but she was too far gone to react otherwise. Reaching up between Sandra's upraised arms, Rachel fondled the entranced girl's breasts as she continued licking her clit.

Sandra lay there, floating dreamily towards a spinning, whirling thing that she couldn't seem to reach. She was trying, she thought dimly. She was reaching out for it, trying to go deeper, to be pulled deeper into the mesmerizing pattern. She wasn't ready for the sudden rush of pleasure that washed over her. She inhaled sharply, still trying to go deeper into the hypnotic trance she dimly knew she was in. It was so relaxing, so nice, so comfortable to be hypnotized. And now it was something more, it was almost as if she was making love. Wave after wave of pleasure came over her, and she imagined soft hands caressing her breasts. Sandra surrendered completely to the sensations, and her mind went blank, aware only of the spinning thing above her and the incredible sensations she was feeling.

Had she known it, Sandra came several times. Much like Lynn, she didn't really understand the feelings for some reason, unable to put them into words, just an intense sensation of pure pleasure.

Rachel paused. Standing, she looked again at Sandra's entranced face, at her arms pointing in vain at the ceiling, at her soft, smooth, skin.

"Sandra, right now, come out of your trance. Wide awake NOW."

Sandra blinked. Her arms fell to her sides. Quickly, Rachel reached for the control and the image above Sandra disappeared. Sandra's breath had become heavy, labored all of a sudden. She looked around, dazed, her eyes coming to rest on Rachel.

"Oh, my God", she panted. "Oh, my God."

Rachel helped her to stand. Unsteady, Sandra leaned on the exam table, still breathing heavily as she tried to piece together what had happened. Rachel knew the girl would remember. For now.

"You... You..." Sandra gingerly put a hand between her legs, staring in amazement at the moisture she found on her fingers. Rachel merely nodded.

Shaking her head in wonder, Sandra said again, "Oh, my God."

Finally, a smile crept across Sandra's face. Looking at Rachel, she quietly said, "Thank you."

"For what?", Rachel asked.

Puzzled, Sandra said, "For hypnotizing me. For..." Her face turning red, she looked again at her damp fingers.

Rachel silently put her right index finger on the bridge of Sandra's nose, right between her eyes. Surprised, wondering, Sandra for a moment tried to cross her eyes to see what that finger was doing there.

With her free hand, Rachel snapped her fingers. Sandra's eyes slammed shut. Smiling, yet a bit sad about what she was going to do, Rachel spoke.

Some time later, Sandra opened her eyes. She looked around, a bit confused. Rachel sat at her desk. Sandra was sitting in a recliner. Rachel was saying something.

"...and I think I will go to that seminar the first week of August. I don't think we have too much scheduled that far ahead, do we?" She looked up at Sandra.

"Um. I don't know, I'll have to look." Damn, Sandra thought, I have to pay more attention. Finding the appointment book in her lap, she answered Rachel. Rachel smiled as she imagined Sandra's thoughts right then.

A few moments later, Rachel rose. "I think it's been a long enough day, don't you? Why don't you go home. I'll see you tomorrow", she said.

As Sandra got to her feet, Rachel asked her, "Sandra, do you think that maybe sometime, you'd like to be hypnotized?" Sandra grinned at her.

"Would it be a special appointment, or a regular one?"

Rachel grinned back. "Whichever you want."

Sandra thought about it. "Yeah, maybe someday I'll get up the nerve to ask you. I've never been hypnotized. I think it would be neat."

The next day, Sandra looked up as the door opened. Jackie came in smiling. Sandra smiled back, and they said hello. Jackie sat down, and Sandra went back to her paperwork.

Several minutes later, they heard Rachel's door open. Rachel appeared along with another woman. Jackie wondered vaguely why the woman had the same happy, dazed look that everyone she saw there left with. She didn't realize that she, too, wore that same look after her appointments.

Rachel said goodbye to the woman and turned her brown eyes to Jackie. It was strange, Jackie thought. Every time she looks at me something seems to happen. There's something about her eyes...

Jackie was a special one. Rachel hadn't said a word to her, and yet she was already totally entranced, totally under Rachel's spell. Rachel knew this, as did Sandra. Rachel took Jackie's limp hand and gently led her back to her office, smiling at Sandra, who smiled back.

DAMN, Sandra thought. Rachel was some lady. This was the fourth client Rachel had seen today, and Sandra knew full well which three had found themselves helplessly fulfilling Rachel's desires. The fourth had been a male, and Rachel's lust was reserved for women alone.

After fifteen minutes or so, Sandra pushed a button on her phone. The intercom light glowed, and Sandra listened rapturously to Rachel's cries of ecstasy. Long ago, Rachel had warned her never to listen in to the first part of a session or risk being entranced herself.

Eyes closed, slumped back in her chair, Sandra masturbated as she listened to Rachel and Jackie please each other. Finally, the intercom was silent, and soon after, Sandra heard Rachel bring Jackie back. Straightening her clothing, quickly washing her hands, Sandra was again the efficient young receptionist as Jackie, smiling dreamily, paid her fee and left.

Rachel stood in the reception area, smiling as well. It had indeed been an enjoyable day. And there was one more client still to come. Rachel grinned as the unintentional double meaning hit her.

They looked at each other knowingly as Rachel went back to her office. A short time later, Sandra was again greeting a client.

Sandra had recently found that most of her fantasies involved this client. She was only twenty-one years old, and had gone from high school to a dead-end job at a fast-food place. Depressed over her inability to afford a college education, but knowing she had the ability to excel, Teri sought comfort, help in dealing with her depression. Rachel had provided that help, and Teri's outlook had improved immediately. Sandra thought wonderingly of the five thousand dollars she had placed in Teri's bank account, on Rachel's instructions, without Teri's knowledge. Rachel had seen to it that Teri would merely accept the fact that her account had grown. Teri would get her college education.

Right now, though, Teri sat calmly in the reception area. Sandra buzzed Rachel and informed her the next client had arrived. Rachel came out, taking the smiling Teri's hand in hers, leading her back to her office. Teri sat in the recliner, totally alert and aware, and watched quietly as Rachel disrobed completely and stood nude before her.

Not hypnotized at all, but acting on deep conditioning, Teri knelt before her teacher. Rachel stood with her legs apart, allowing Teri to nuzzle her face against her pubic hair. As she first felt Teri's tongue against her clit, Rachel moaned with delight. Teri did her best to fulfill her assignment and soon Rachel was leaning back against her desk, her knees weak, as the young girl pleased her teacher. As she came yet again, Rachel focused as intently as she could, which was totally, on the sensations ripping through her body. She felt them taking control, overpowering her. It was something Rachel had taught herself long ago, to allow orgasm to lead directly to trance. Now it was Rachel who, eyes closed, aware only of the pleasure, helplessly submitted to this tender young woman.

"Please lie down, teacher. Over on the table." Obediently, Rachel allowed Teri to lead her to the table. By feel, she climbed up, waiting. Her mind was totally under the power of her own spell, a spell which compelled her to obey this young thing, this woman of half her age.

"Thank you, teacher." Teri undressed herself and climbed up with Rachel, assuming a 69 position. "Please lick my pussy, teacher."

Rachel knew the scent, so close, so inviting. Her tongue appeared, only to disappear into Teri's snatch. Teri dove between Rachel's legs as well, and Sandra listened, her body shuddering, as the two of them licked furiously at each other's clits.

Panting, Teri said, "Thank you, teacher." Rachel stopped. Teri swung around and started sucking on Rachel's nipples, first one, then the other. Deep in trance, Rachel sighed as her young student pleased her. Teri then moved up a bit more, her large breasts dangling above Rachel's open mouth.

"Suck my nipples please, teacher." Rachel discovered a breast right over her, and was soon happily licking, sucking, listening dimly to Teri's squeals of enjoyment. "Thank you, teacher." Rachel paused.

Teri moved close to Rachel and whispered, "Please kiss me, teacher." Rachel found her lips pressed against the softest, most tender lips she had ever imagined. Totally helpless, Rachel returned Teri's kiss passionately.

"Thank you, teacher." Teri moved away. Rachel lay there in a deep hypnotic stupor as Teri took a vibrator from a small drawer in the table. Far away, Rachel heard a faint buzzing sound. She was too deep to have any curiosity about the sound. She remained entranced as Teri, leaning against the wall, braced herself against a shattering orgasm as she pressed the vibrator against her sensitive clit. Panting, she turned to Rachel.

Without warning, Rachel felt something inside her. The sensations were so unexpected, so powerful. Every last flicker of her own self vanished as Rachel's mind and body reacted to a tremendous blast of pure ecstasy.

And Rachel lay there, unaware of her surroundings, unaware of her own self, as Teri quietly cleaned the vibrator and returned it to the drawer.

A voice. Far away. Penetrating deep into Rachel's utterly open mind.

"Thank you, teacher. I've learned my lesson."

Instantly, Rachel was alert, awake, out of trance. At the same time, however, Teri's eyes blinked rapidly, and closed. Teri was now in trance.

Rachel lay on the table, gazing at the sleeping girl who stood next to her. As always when Teri visited her, Rachel felt wonderful. Teri was the only one who had gained any form of control whatsoever over Rachel. And Rachel herself had given Teri that control. The thought of her body, her mind, her very being, controlled by this lovely young girl... Rachel shuddered.

Sitting up slowly, she continued gazing at Teri. "You have done very well, Teri. I thank you for completing your assignment so satisfactorily."

Dressing quietly, she continued, giving the receptive girl gentle reminders of her instructions, her responsibilities, her abilities. Teri took in every word, and then, at Rachel's command, dressed.

Having cleaned herself up yet again, Sandra looked up expectantly as Teri and Rachel walked smiling into the reception area. Teri paid cash, which Sandra knew would be deposited back into Teri's bank account the next day. Again, she shook her head, in awe at Rachel's obvious opinion of this girl.

Rachel sighed as Teri left. Without turning, she asked, "Last one, right?" She heard Sandra's perky voice say yes. Still gazing after Teri's departing form, Rachel said, "Time for your lesson, Sandra."

When she turned around a moment later, Sandra was gone. Rachel walked slowly to her office, still thinking of Teri. As expected, she found Sandra waiting, nude, staring fixedly at a small pendant on a chain, which she held in her unknowing hand. "Are you ready, Sandra?"

"Yes, teacher. I have placed myself into a deep hypnotic trance and I am ready to learn from you."

Thoughts of Teri vanished as Rachel closed the door, Sandra's nude, supple body waiting for her once again.

The next day, Lynn sought out the friend that had told Rachel to call. To her friend's surprise, Lynn thanked her profusely. As Lynn left her office, smiling, a totally different woman than before, Cindy thought it was time to see Rachel again herself.

She called the number, and the familiar voice of Sandra answered. The appointment was made for the following Monday at six PM. Cindy hung up, not knowing why she felt so giddy.

Monday found her at Rachel's half an hour early. Sandra's eyes widened as Cindy entered, and she hurriedly pushed a button and excused herself. In the bathroom, washing her hands, Sandra imagined how Rachel was concluding her torrid appointment with her current client.

Back in balance, she went back to her desk and said hello to Cindy. This was the woman, she knew, that had brought Lynn to them. She looked at Cindy closely, appraising her.

Cindy felt herself almost becoming drowsy as she sat waiting for her appointment. It was so warm in the reception area. And she had had such a long day. As she closed her eyes wearily, she heard the squeak of Sandra's chair. Moments later, she felt gentle hands on her shoulders, massaging away the tension of the day. It felt so nice. And she was so tired. Who was doing this? Does it matter? No. So nice. So tired.

Cindy's head tilted to one side as she drifted off. Satisfied at her accomplishment, Sandra went back to her desk. Several minutes later, Rachel and Lori appeared. Lori looked at the woman sleeping in the chair without any reaction at all. Giving her check to Sandra, she left. Rachel silently nodded to Sandra and spoke to Cindy.

"It is time, Cindy."

"Yes, teacher. It is time." Her eyes opened, and she stood. Still entranced, she walked to Rachel's office and climbed up onto the exam table. Rachel followed, and picked up the control for the hypnodisk. As Cindy stared up at the ceiling, the familiar dot appeared, growing as always into a spinning, whirling, irresistible thing that seemed to pull her physically up into it.

As Rachel silently undressed, she watched as Cindy's arms slowly rose up off the table and pointed to the ceiling, as she vainly tried to reach out to the force that she found so attractive. Rachel was aware of the depth of the trance Cindy was able to attain, and she left Cindy there, helplessly spinning deeper into trance, as she masturbated. As she came, she decided that this visit, Cindy was ready to face, for a short time, what was really happening. As Rachel's body relaxed, she took the control and slowly, the spinning wheel shrank and disappeared.

Cindy stared up, still completely entranced, but no longer forced to go deeper. Rachel locked the door and told Cindy, simply, to awaken.

Sandra listened in shock. Cindy's voice exploded over the intercom as she railed at Rachel, crying, threatening, almost hysterical. Rachel let the anger subside just a bit, and spoke softly. Sandra was on the edge of her seat, holding her breath, eyes wide in suspense as she listened to Cindy continue ranting and raving against Rachel, threatening to call the police, trying in vain to open the locked door. Finally, Cindy paused to take a deep breath. Rachel's soft voice seemed almost comical after Cindy's manic yelling and screaming.

"Cindy, please. Tell me, why do you come here?"

Cindy's response was short and vulgar, and Sandra giggled.

"Please, Cindy. Tell me why you came here."

"I came here so you could help me relax, not to be a fucking play-toy for your mind games." Sandra heard Cindy try again, violently, to open the locked office door. "You god damned pervert, open the fucking door."

Suddenly she froze, her eyes narrowing. "How long has this shit been going on?", she demanded.

Rachel bluntly said, "Every time you're here."

Another outburst, and Sandra found herself masturbating wildly as the sounds of a violent argument erupted once again, with Cindy doing all the yelling. Suddenly, there was a crash, and Sandra's eyes jerked open. There was silence on the intercom. Oh, God, Sandra thought. She grabbed her keys and ran, unlocking Rachel's office door, opening it, running in to help...

Rachel's chair lay on its side next to the wall. Rachel stood calmly, with Cindy kneeling at her feet. Cindy's left hand was between Rachel's legs, her fingers disappearing into Rachel's pussy. Rachel heard the door open, her eyes opened a tiny bit, and she smiled at Sandra, a soft, gentle smile of pleasure. Rachel shook her head a little, and Sandra understood. Quietly closing the door behind her, she went back to her desk. I should have known, she thought. All Rachel had to do was put Cindy back under.

Sandra smiled at Cindy as she took the check. Cindy walked out the door in a happy daze. Sandra followed her with her eyes, imagining her ass wriggling under Rachel's ministrations. She felt the heat building between her legs and sat back with a happy sigh.

She sensed someone was nearby, but before she could turn, she felt soft hands on her neck. Her eyes widened in surprise, then closed as the hands began massaging, caressing. A smile formed on her face, and she was still smiling as Rachel led the entranced receptionist back to her office.

Sandra closed her eyes and sighed happily. From the sounds coming over her intercom, she knew Rachel had found still another willing subject. How many women has Rachel had, Sandra idly wondered as she brushed her fingers against her panties. Dozens? Hundreds? Amazing. And the most amazing thing was that NONE of those women, except one, had any idea of their actions when they were with Rachel. The power, the absolute control, that Rachel had over the minds of her clients, was astounding.

Knowing the appointment was almost over, Sandra took a deep breath and removed her hand from inside her slacks. She went into the small bathroom and washed up, then returned to her desk. The intercom had gone quiet.

Several minutes later, Rachel's office door opened. Her client came out, wearing the same dazed, happy expression that they all did. The fee was gladly paid, the next appointment was scheduled, and the young woman was on her way, smiling gently at nothing. Sandra's eyes followed the swing of the woman's buttocks, and she sighed again.

Without warning, a voice close beside her asked, "Nice, isn't she?"

Sandra was used to Rachel suddenly just being there.

"Yeah. Very nice. How was she in there?"

Rachel merely smiled gently. "Nice", she whispered thoughtfully.

Giving Sandra a quick kiss on the lips, Rachel slowly walked back to her office. Sandra sat down and wondered where the next client was.

After a few minutes, the door burst open and another young woman almost ran in. Breathing heavily, she leaned over Sandra's counter and said her name was Michelle, and she was sorry she was late for her appointment.

Sandra studied her carefully as she buzzed Rachel. Hm, hm, hm. Very tall, very blonde, very large breasts, very nice tan, very nice blue eyes. Wearing Spandex and sneakers. Fresh from a workout? Sandra noticed beads of sweat rolling down the woman's face. Smiling inwardly, Sandra thought that the woman would be sweating again before too long.

The woman was leaning against the counter trying to catch her breath. Her hair was a tangled mess, falling into her eyes. She grinned crookedly up at Sandra, who found herself warming up quickly. The woman's eyes peering out from under her hair, the awkward grin, the large breasts straining against the Spandex leotards with each breath the woman gulped in. Oh, yes.

Rachel had again appeared silently. The woman tried to gasp out a greeting, but Rachel merely smiled and motioned back to her office. With another grin, and a panted "Thank you" to Sandra, Michelle took those fateful steps back to Rachel's office. Rachel and Sandra smiled knowingly at each other as Rachel followed Michelle down the short hall.

Michelle was leaning against the exam table. Her breathing was calmer now, and she looked very embarrassed. Her face flared as Rachel came in and closed the door. Michelle didn't hear the click of the lock.

"Hard workout?" Rachel's voice was so soft, so low, that Michelle almost didn't realize she was speaking. She grinned and shook her head.

"Sort of. I own the new studio over on 7th. Aerobics. I just finished giving a session and didn't realize what time it was. I ran here. I guess I'm not in the shape I thought I was." She grinned widely.

Rachel smiled back. I'll see exactly what kind of shape you're in, my dear. Every part of you. "So. Tell me why you're here."

Michelle took a deep breath and wiped the evaporating sweat from her forehead. She shook her head gently, her hair tumbling wildly. Rachel felt her own heat rising, and hoped Michelle would go under quickly.

"I have a proposition for you." Rachel was actually taken aback, and found that sensation delicious. She tilted her head questioningly.

Michelle hiked herself up so she was sitting on the edge of the exam table. Her long legs swung back and forth beneath her as she spoke, and Rachel found herself staring achingly at those firm, slim legs...

"I'm in the business of helping people get physically fit. You seem to be in the business of helping people get mentally fit. I was wondering if you would consider doing one session a week at my place, as a follow-up to my advanced aerobics class. They come in, work out, build up a sweat, and then you do your thing for them, and help them relax afterwards. Sound like anything you'd be interested in?"

Rachel's eyes were bright. Her thoughts were running rampant. But her voice was calm and steady. "How many clients in a session?"

"No more than ten. These are the people who are really into it, the real hard-core workout people."

Rachel smiled. "Any men?"

"No. They can't hack it at this level." Michelle grinned, and Rachel found herself being drawn more and more to her. Her mind already made up, Rachel sat silently for a few moments so as not to appear to eager.

"OK. Deal. Now, details."

Michelle stretched, her nipples clear under the taut Spandex. Rachel was becoming extremely aroused now, and was sorry that Michelle hadn't come here for an appointment of her own.

"Details. Thursday nights, eight PM. That's when my session starts. You'll have them about nine. For as long as you want. Relax them, that kind of thing. Sort of the ultimate cool-down after a workout."

Rachel could hardly suppress a giggle. Cool-down. Yeah.

Michelle had leaned back and was now laying crossways on the exam table, her legs still dangling over the side. Her arms were spread beside her, her hands over the edge of the table behind her head. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply. Rachel stared at the erect nipples protruding through the brightly colored Spandex.

"Ohhhh, what a day...." Michelle mumbled.

Quick as a flash, her heart beating wildly, Rachel stood up and went over to the cabinet by the wall. She pushed a few buttons, adjusted a knob, and went back to her chair carrying a small remote control.

Rachel sat down, quivering with excitement. Pressing a button on the remote, a small spot appeared on the ceiling directly over Michelle's head.

"Just how do you do whatever you do, anyway?", Michelle asked.

Rachel smiled in delight. "Allow me to explain", she said in her most irresistible voice. "First, you see, there is the ceiling."

Michelle frowned. "Ceiling?" Her eyes opened slowly and she found herself staring up at a slowly growing spot above her.

Sandra listened in disappointment. Sure enough, Rachel had entranced Michelle very quickly. Michelle hadn't even seemed to realize she was being hypnotized. But all Rachel had done was deepen the trance state and plant several post-hypnotic triggers, none of which seemed very stimulating to Sandra. As Michelle left, smiling, Sandra found herself wanting very much to be at the aerobics studio the following Thursday night.

She never heard Rachel come up behind her. She felt a soft touch, soft fingers circling her temples, so slowly, so soothingly. She closed her eyes and smiled. She was still smiling as Rachel led her back to the office.

Rachel looked through her closet trying to decide what to wear to her first session at the aerobics studio. She settled on a loose-fitting white dress with matching panties, bra, and stockings. High-heeled white shoes completed her outfit, and she was on her way.

She arrived slightly before eight to find Michelle and several other women warming up in the small studio. Michelle saw her attire and grinned, shaking her head.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute. Don't think you're getting out of this so easy. If you get here on time, you work out with us. Agreed?"

Rachel had no doubt she could hold her own in an aerobics session. But the outfit she had selected was not really appropriate for working out. Michelle saw the look on her face and grinned wider.

"Come on, Rachel. Take it off, we've seen women before."

Rachel's eyes swept over the others in the room. All were staring at her curiously. All wore the same Spandex outfit as Michelle. All were very, very attractive. The ages were from early twenties to early forties, but all had the same fit, confident look about them.

Without another thought, Rachel stepped out of her dress. She then removed her stockings and stood there in bra and panties, radiant in her loveliness. The others stared appreciatively, and several of them were whispering among themselves. Michelle threw her a pair of sneakers.

Over the next few moments, they were joined by the remaining women, until they totaled eleven, counting Michelle and Rachel. Glancing at her sports watch, Michelle barked out a command and the women sprang to their feet. As loud, pulsating music pumped from hidden speakers, Michelle worked them hard for the next hour.

At the end of the hour, all eleven women sagged breathlessly to the floor, bodies soaked with sweat. Rachel's body burned in a way she hadn't felt in a long time, and she found herself thinking that maybe she should actually sign up for this. Her soaked bra clung tightly to her breasts, her nipples clearly visible. Her panties too, were soaked, discolored, and her pubic hair was prominently displayed beneath the wet fabric.

Michelle was looking at her questioningly. She nodded, and Michelle turned to the others.

"By the way, our newcomer is Rachel. She's not really joining us, she's here as kind of a bonus to our sessions. She's going to help us relax after our workouts. How's that sound to everyone?"

She was answered by a chorus of tired, yet enthusiastic, agreement. Every eye in the room was on her, and she looked at each woman in turn, holding their eyes for as long as they could. All stared back at her confidently, almost defiantly. But every one of them broke eye contact before Rachel. Every one except Michelle herself.

Michelle just smiled slowly, knowingly, under Rachel's gaze.

Finally, Rachel spoke, her voice soft. The women strained to hear.

"As Michelle said, my name is Rachel. By trade I'm a hypnotherapist. Michelle has asked me to join you on Thursday nights to help you relax after your workouts, and I agreed. I just didn't realize I would also have to participate." She smiled, and her eyes moved down to her own sweat-covered body. She was aware of the crackle of electricity in the room.

"There is nothing magic about hypnosis. There is nothing inherently evil about hypnosis. Hypnosis is a tool to assist in bringing about certain things. These things can range from behavior control to a relaxing interlude after a workout. Of course, we'll be focusing on the relaxing interlude."

At first, she didn't add.

"So now, I'd like you all to find room to lie down. Make yourselves comfortable, leaving your legs uncrossed, arms at your sides." She paused as the women shuffled their positions. When they were properly arranged, she want on. "Now I'd like you to just close your eyes for a moment. Don't do anything else, just close your eyes and listen for a moment. We're not yet ready to think about relaxing, we're not yet ready to think about going into hypnosis. Don't think about relaxing, don't think about hypnosis. Just close your eyes and listen. Pay no attention to your breathing, don't be concerned with it becoming deeper, more regular. Don't worry about these things yet."

She looked around the room, smiling gently. Her voice dropped lower.

"Focus only on my voice right now. Don't worry about anything else. Don't worry about relaxation, hypnosis, breathing, your heartbeat slowing, pay those things no attention whatsoever. Pay attention to me. To my voice."

"You don't have to worry about going into hypnosis yet. That will happen on it's own, at the proper time. You don't have to be concerned with falling deep, deep, deep into hypnosis. Don't worry about it. Don't be concerned about it. Trance is a natural thing. We experience trance each and every day in our normal lives. There is nothing unusual about trance. We experience relaxation each and every day as well. There is nothing unusual about it. So, you see, there is nothing unusual happening here. All that is happening is that you are relaxing and entering a deep, deep hypnotic trance. And you will find that it is happening right now, as I speak to you. Let it happen, feel it happening. Let yourself sink deeper and deeper into the waves of relaxation as they wash over you. Feel it. Feel it. Deeper and deeper."

Her eyes slowly went around the room, examining the reactions of the women. She watched closely, seeing her words taking effect. All the women lay silent, some smiling slightly, all bathed in sweat, some with nipples visibly erect beneath their workout clothing. Rachel continued weaving her spell, her voice wafting through the minds of her subjects like a soft warm breeze. She gazed down upon their faces, knew there would be no resistance.

"Yes, deeper and deeper. You are being hypnotized now. Hypnotized. It feels so good to be so relaxed after exercising so hard. So good to relax, so good to be hypnotized. Hypnotized. Say that word to yourself now. Say it to yourself and feel yourself sinking even deeper into relaxation. Deeper into hypnosis. Deeply hypnotized. Say that word yet again. Hypnotized. Again. Hypnotized. You are hypnotized. You are totally relaxed. It feels so good. So good to be relaxed. So good to be hypnotized. Hypnotized. Hypnotized...."

Her voice trailed off into silence.

She watched as, one by one, their faces went slack, their bodies sagging imperceptibly, their lips parting slightly. She walked slowly around the room, gazing down at each woman, at their sweat-soaked bodies, at their blank, receptive faces.

It was too much for Rachel. She lay on the floor between three entranced women and proceeded to quickly, quietly, bring herself to orgasm. Her body twitched spastically as she came, her soft moans meaningless to the hypnotized women. She then stood again, and, taking a deep breath, began the business at hand.

She spent another twenty minutes deepening their trance states, and the sight of arms floating gently in the air was her indication that they were all, indeed, good subjects. Another fifteen minutes of deepening and planting triggers, and she was ready for the real thing.

Her instructions were given bluntly, clearly, leaving no room for misinterpretation. All the women indicated their understanding and acceptance of those instructions. They were then awakened and, after allowing them a moment to gather their thoughts, she sent them back into trance with her first hypnotic trigger. Instantly, all ten women sank back into trance without any resistance. They were ready.

Rachel awakened them again. This time, she watched quietly as they blinked, looked around, stretched, nervously chatted with their neighbors about what they had just experienced. After a few moments, all eyes turned to Rachel. She smiled at them and asked how they felt. She was met with a chorus of "Great", "Fantastic", "Wonderful". And Michelle was just smiling knowingly at her. Hmm....

All expressed their eagerness to see Rachel again next week, and the women got their things together, showered, and dressed. One by one they came back into the studio, saying goodbye to Michelle and telling Rachel how much they enjoyed her visit. Their eyes seemed to linger on Rachel as they left, taking in her still-sweat-soaked panties and bra.

Finally, Michelle and Rachel sat alone in the studio, leaning tiredly against a wall. Michelle was smiling gently. Rachel turned to her, eyes searching the younger woman's face for a hint of what was hidden there.

"How do you think it went?", Rachel asked quietly.

"They'll be back", Michelle said flatly.

"Why do you say that?"

Michelle laughed. "Oh, come on. Tell me you didn't notice what was going on. You had them in the palm of your hand. The way they looked at you when your dress came off, the way they watched you during my session...They think you're really something, Rachel." Her eyes darted nervously between Rachel's face and the floor.

"...and so do I."

Rachel stared deep into Michelle's eyes. The younger woman's face was bright red, her nipples poking through her Spandex outfit. She sat still as Michelle slowly leaned towards her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

Michelle moved away, breathing unevenly, her eyes bright. Rachel smiled gently at her, and, reaching out, caressed Michelle's face softly with her hand. Still staring into Michelle's eyes, she whispered, "It is time for your lesson." As Michelle's eyes slid closed, Rachel felt a twinge of guilt, of disappointment. "I know you do", she whispered to the mesmerized woman.

Rachel gave one simple suggestion and, leaving Michelle sleeping peacefully, she showered, dressed, and left the studio, leaning down to give Michelle one soft kiss on the forehead. "I'll be back", she whispered.

"How was your workout?", Sandra asked with a grin the next morning.

Rachel smiled. "Actually, it was quite good. I feel a bit stiff this morning, but I'm sure after next week I'll be used to it." Sandra looked at her curiously.

"You mean...you worked out with them? For real? Or did you manage to put all of them under and have your own special workout?"

"Well, Sandra, maybe you'll just have to go with me next week and find out for yourself. How does that sound?" Sandra's yes lit up and she agreed eagerly.

The office door opened and a woman entered. Sandra again became the model of an efficient receptionist. This woman was a regular, and Sandra knew from her eavesdropping that it would only be a matter of seconds after Rachel's office door closed before the woman was nude, helplessly obeying every command Rachel chose to give her.

Sandra turned on the intercom several minutes later. Rachel's voice was muted, indistinct, and was soon silent. Sandra's hand was inside her panties as the first moans echoed from the intercom.

Sandra was just getting ready to lock up for the night when the door burst open. Sandra looked up in surprise as Michelle came running in. "I'm late", Michelle gasped to Sandra as she leaned on the desk, panting.

Puzzled, Sandra looked at her appointment book. Shaking her head, she looked up at Michelle. "I'm sorry, I don't seem to have you down here. Let me talk to Rachel. I'll be right back." Sandra walked back to Rachel's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Sandra opened the door and went in. She froze when she realized Rachel was completely nude, standing by the exam table. Rachel smiled gently at her.

"I take it Michelle is here?" Sandra nodded dumbly. Listening to Rachel make love to women was one thing. Seeing her nude was another.

"Send her in and lock up. You may then join us and demonstrate to Michelle how skillfully you are able to hypnotize yourself. Ask Michelle to assist you, to provide you with a fixation point."

Sandra felt a tingle for some reason. She hadn't consciously heard Rachel's command to hypnotize herself, but that thought sank deep into her mind, ready to be acted upon.

Without a word, Sandra walked back to the reception area. "Rachel will see you now", she said mechanically. Now it was Michelle who looked puzzled as she went into Rachel's office. Sandra locked the front door and turned out the lights, and then went herself into Rachel's office.

Michelle was standing there staring in shock at Rachel's taut, nude body. She glanced at Sandra for an instant, then returned her stunned gaze to Rachel. "What the...?"

Rachel merely motioned to Sandra. "I believe Sandra has something to show you. Sandra, you may proceed." Michelle's eyes darted nervously to Sandra, then back to Rachel. Back and forth, not knowing what to expect.

Sandra spoke softly, almost to herself. "I am to demonstrate to you how skillfully I am able to hypnotize myself." Michelle's eyes widened. Her mouth dropped open as if to say something, but she remained silent, staring at Sandra curiously. "Will you assist me?", Sandra asked.

Michelle's heart skipped a beat. What the HELL? Assist her? To hypnotize herself? That didn't make any sense, did it? To her own surprise, she found she was nodding her head yes. What the HELL???

Sandra came closer to her. Michelle's breathing quickened as Sandra stared directly into her eyes. "I must look into your eyes. As I look deep into your eyes, I will give myself suggestions which will send me into a deep hypnotic trance. Once deeply hypnotized I will accept any suggestions Rachel gives me. Is this understood?"

Michelle nodded slowly, Sandra's eyes boring into hers. She felt a warmth between her legs as she realized that a woman was using her as an aid to enter hypnosis. That was wild. She felt goosebumps all over her body.

"Thank you for assisting me. I will now send myself into a deep hypnotic trance. Please continue looking into my eyes so as not to break my concentration. Please continue looking deep, deep into my eyes. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Yes. Deeper. Deeper. I can feel it now. I can feel myself slipping into trance, easily and gently. Deeper and deeper. Look deeper into my eyes, allow me to go even deeper into trance. Deeper and deeper. You are doing well. Allowing me to sink into a deep deep hypnotic trance. Deeper. Deeper. My entire body is relaxing. My entire body is relaxing. Please repeat that phrase to me so I may go deeper into trance."

Michelle stared into Sandra's eyes. Something odd was happening. She was helping Sandra hypnotize herself. Sandra was going deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. That sounded like so much fun. Deeper and deeper. Now Sandra was asking her to help her go even deeper by saying something. Say something. Say...

"My entire body is relaxing."

Something was odd again. Shouldn't she have said YOUR body is relaxing? And why do I feel so warm all of a sudden?

"Please tell me again." Sandra's eyes filled Michelle's vision.

"My entire body is relaxing." This was so great, Michelle thought slowly. Rachel hypnotized everyone at the studio, and now I'm helping to hypnotize someone myself. She thought dimly of Rachel's soft voice echoing quietly through the aerobics studio as she had drifted off to sleep.

Now she was hypnotizing someone herself. Sandra's eyes whirled in a slow circle before her. Michelle's body felt warm, heavy, detached. I'm going to do it, Michelle thought. I'm going to hypnotize someone.

"Deeper and deeper. Relaxed. So relaxed. So sleepy. So drowsy. I feel so drowsy. I feel so drowsy. Please repeat that to me."

"...I feel so drowsy..." Wow. I do feel drowsy...I'm going to send her into a trance. She feels so drowsy. She's going to sleep.

"Please tell me again."

"..........I feel so drowsy.........." Drowsy. Sleep. Trance.

"Yes, I am now entering a deep hypnotic trance. My mind is totally open to Rachel's commands. Please repeat that to me."

"...my mind is totally open to Rachel's commands......" wait... not right...MY mind?

"Please tell me again."

"..................my mind is totally open to Rachel's commands..."

Mind. Open. Rachel. Drowsy. Sleepy. Hypnotizing her.

"Please tell me again."

"...My mind is totally open to Rachel's commands." Yes. Rachel.

"Please tell me again."

"My mind is totally open to Rachel's commands."

"Please tell me again."

"My mind is totally open to Rachel's commands."

"Very good. Thank you. I have now entered a deep hypnotic trance in which I will accept any command Rachel gives me. You will also accept any commands Rachel gives you, is that correct?"

...what...accept....commands...........Rachel........deep......... commands.......trance.......thank you.....correct...correct...

"Correct."

Rachel almost came right there, watching Michelle's eyes go dim as they stared helplessly into Sandra's. She had taught Sandra how to hypnotize her clients some time ago. The women never realized what had happened. And it made for so many more possibilities because, of course, Sandra really was in a trance herself.

"Now I will close my eyes and surrender totally to Rachel. Please repeat that to me."

"Now I will close my eyes and surrender totally to Rachel."

Rachel watched, fingers burrowing into her pussy, as Sandra and Michelle closed their eyes at the same time. Her low moan of ecstasy was lost upon the two entranced women.

If Sandra had been at her usual position at the reception desk a short time later, she would have been hard-pressed to keep from masturbating at the sounds which filled Rachel's office. Sandra was making most of them. She lay on the exam table with Michelle's face buried between her legs. Rachel stood behind Michelle, sliding a long slender vibrator in and out of Michelle's dripping pussy.

After a while, Rachel spoke, and the two submissive women stood waiting beside the exam table. Trembling with excitement, Rachel herself climbed onto the table and spread her legs wide.

"Please me" were her only words. After that, there were just sounds.

As Sandra climbed into bed that night, she glanced at the clock radio beside the bed. Midnight! Where does the time go, she though dreamily.

Michelle lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Thinking of Rachel. Thinking of Rachel hypnotizing every one of the women in her advanced aerobics class. Thinking of Rachel, exercising right along with them, wearing only a bra and panties. She had no memory at all of her last visit to Rachel's office, nor did she recall what had eventually happened at their first meeting. But, deep inside herself, she knew what she wanted. And she hoped Rachel wanted it too.

"Ready for tonight?" Rachel asked. Sandra looked at her curiously.

"What's tonight?"

"Our aerobics appointment. Don't tell me you forgot!"

Sandra actually blushed. "Oh, my God, how could I?? Oh, SHIT, I didn't bring anything to wear." Rachel smiled broadly.

"That's OK. I'm sure they'll come up with an outfit for you." What color undies are you wearing, my dear, she wondered. It was time to go. "I'll meet you there", Sandra said. "I have to go home and get a few things." Rachel let her go. It didn't matter at all what Sandra was wearing. She smiled, wondering what Sandra's reaction would be to tonight's festivities.

Sandra arrived at the studio early. She found Michelle setting up the stereo. Neither of them had any recollection of their recent intimacies.

"Hi. How you doing?" Michelle looked up and smiled.

"Fine. You're Sandra, right? Nice to see you again." They shook hands and Michelle finished selecting the evening's music. "Well, time to get ready." She went into the locker room with Sandra following her.

Sandra's body tingled as she entered the locker room. Hmm. This is strange. I wonder why I feel like this... Stripping quickly, she went into the shower room just after Michelle.

Michelle was standing under a shower head. She looked up and her eyes met Sandra's. Sandra seemed to know what was going to happen, even though she had no idea why. Michelle's eyes closed and Sandra began speaking, her voice sounding as if it was coming from someone else. What am I saying? Several moments later, she paused, and Michelle opened her eyes. She resumed her shower as if nothing had happened. Sandra stood there, puzzled. Michelle finished up and left, smiling at her.

Sandra stayed in the shower room. As time passed, the women came in, singly or in small groups. Each woman, when they met Sandra's eyes, instantly closed their own eyes and listened as Sandra spoke to them. The other women in the room paid no attention, seeming to wait patiently for their turn to be entranced. Finally, nine women, plus Michelle, had received Sandra's hypnotic suggestions, even though Sandra herself had no idea she had given them. Sandra washed up and went into the studio. She paused, stunned.

Ten nude women stood there. Ten gloriously nude bodies, ten lithe, smooth, hard bodies. They were all staring at Sandra. She felt the wetness between her legs as she realized that, somehow, she too was totally nude.

At a word from Michelle, the women turned their attention to her. Sandra followed along, working up a sweat as she wondered where Rachel was. After a while, she was sweating freely, her nude body glistening with moisture. Her pussy, as well, was moist and warm as all kinds of images bounced through her mind. Eleven nude women working out. This has to be something that Rachel cooked up.

The music pounded in her ears, the sight of bouncing breasts and tight asses made it impossible to concentrate on Michelle's instructions. Sandra was getting horny, and there was nothing she could do about it.

One song ended, immediately followed by another, the driving beat making her want to work harder, to show Michelle she could take it. She didn't notice that with each exercise, the women seemed to be moving closer and closer to her. As she did a series of toe-touches, she realized that her face was just inches from the firm buttocks of the woman in front of her. She could smell the woman's scent, and realized with a start that the woman was just as aroused as she was.

The music ended. Sandra stood up, panting. She gasped as she felt hands on her hips, her eyes flew open as the woman in front of her turned and cupped Sandra's breasts with her sweaty palms. The other women gathered around, and Sandra moaned helplessly as ten nude, sweaty women pawed at her hot body. Moist flesh was everywhere, there was at least one finger in her pussy, there were lips surrounding her erect nipples, there were hands caressing her thighs, her temples, it seemed every inch of her body was being attended to. She sank weak-kneed to the floor, the women helping her, guiding her down, down, until she lay quivering on the floor.

She didn't know, or care, why this was happening. Every nerve in her body was sending her mind pleasure signals, and she just couldn't ignore them. She lay helplessly on the floor as the women fingered, tongued, licked, sucked, nibbled, caressed, and probed every nook and cranny.

Sandra was in heaven. Ten women pleasing her. Just her. Ten hot, sweating, steaming, horny women. Sandra closed her eyes and let her mind go blank, just soaking up the sensations she was experiencing. A surge of electricity ran through her as twenty hands caressed her, fondled her. This was more than Sandra had ever imagined in her wildest dreams, and after working with Rachel for so long, Sandra had had some pretty wild dreams.

No one noticed the door opening. No one noticed a lone woman come silently into the studio, smiling at the picture which greeted her. Rachel gazed at the mass of hot moist flesh and her pussy flared instantly.

Undressing, she moved closer to the entangled group of women. Nude, her eyes traveled from one sweaty body to the next, her fingers idly caressing her mound. Sandra seemed to be buried alive by naked women, all working frantically to please her. The sounds Sandra was making were like music to Rachel's ears. She could barely see Sandra, could barely see her body twitching uncontrollably as the women's hands slid over her skin.

Rachel recognized Michelle's body amongst the entwined arms and legs. She reached down and lightly touched Michelle's shoulder. Her voice was a whisper, hardly heard or noticed by the others.

"Michelle, my student, it is time for your private lesson."

Michelle froze. Sandra didn't notice, there were so many other fingers and mouths on her she couldn't possibly have noticed. Slowly, Michelle untangled herself from the group, and stood staring wide-eyed at Rachel. She was breathing heavily, the sweat pouring from her body, her hair a tangled mess. Rachel thought she looked wonderful.

"I have a very special lesson planned for you tonight, Michelle. Are you ready?" Michelle nodded slowly, totally intent on her teacher.

"Very well, Michelle. You may now awaken from your hypnotic trance."

Michelle blinked, and she swayed slightly as her conscious mind regained control of her body. She looked at Rachel in confusion, then, hearing the muffled sounds behind her, turned around.

She stared in amazement at the sight of her clients gathered around Sandra like sexual vultures pleasing a victim. Stunned, she slowly turned back to Rachel.

"I want you, Michelle." Rachel's voice held no threat, no hint of force. Michelle's jaw dropped, and her breath caught in her throat. She seemed to noticed Rachel's nude body for the first time, and her face turned scarlet. Looking down at her own nude body, she trembled with disbelief.

Rachel stood quietly. Michelle's eyes returned to her, gazing at her in wonder. She took a halting step towards Rachel, her face twisted with confusion.

"Please", Rachel whispered.

Michelle reached for Rachel as a tear trickled down her face.

Rachel took her outstretched hands and pulled her close. Michelle seemed to melt against her supple body. Rachel felt the heat emanating from Michelle, felt Michelle's sweat coating her own body. Rachel kissed her softly, tenderly. "Let's go somewhere more - private."

As Rachel led Michelle into the locker room, Michelle's eyes lingered on the pile of nude bodies on the floor of her studio. Sandra, barely visible on the bottom, lay with her eyes closed, totally helpless, her body quivering like Jell-O.

Michelle followed Rachel into the locker room. Rachel sat her down on a bench and gently pushed her down. Michelle was lying on the bench, her legs dangling to the sides. Rachel sat on the bench between her legs, and Michelle watched in wonder as Rachel slowly bent down and put her face against Michelle's red-hot pussy.

Michelle groaned aloud, her fingers wrapped in Rachel's hair, as she felt the first brush of Rachel's tongue against her clit. Her breasts rocked back and forth as her chest heaved up and down, her breathing heavy and ragged. She could not believe what she had seen, could not believe she was lying nude on a bench with a lady hypnotist between her legs.

She quickly realized that Rachel knew exactly how to please a woman. It wasn't long before she was shuddering with ecstasy as time after time, Rachel brought her to climax. Rachel then paused, and Michelle opened her eyes to find Rachel twisting around. Seconds later, she was staring up at Rachel's pussy, the scent wafting into her nostrils and making her crazy. She had never licked a woman's pussy before, or so she thought, but as she eagerly wiggled her tongue over Rachel's protruding clit, she somehow found it very easy to do, almost natural. Then Rachel's tongue found it's way back to Michelle's clit, and the two of them drove each other to orgasm after orgasm.

Michelle was surprised to notice a sense of deja vu, as if she had at one time or another in this very position. She had no recollection of her and Rachel tangled together on the exam table the previous evening.

But she did realize that she, too, must have been involved in that - that - that ORGY - in her studio. As her body arched with pleasure one more time, she pictured herself buried under female flesh, helpless.

There was silence. Michelle opened her eyes to see Rachel sitting on the bench, staring at her with smoldering eyes. Gone was the soft, soothing voice of a professional hypnotherapist. Rachel's voice was raw with passion, hoarse with desire.

"Michelle..." Rachel's voice broke, and she paused, gasping.

"Rachel..." Michelle didn't know what to say. She said nothing, she merely reached out for the other woman. Rachel fell against her, their lips grinding against each other madly. Michelle felt a long, slender finger slide into her pussy, and she returned the favor.

Both women were soon crying out in ecstasy, oblivious to the muted sounds coming from the studio. For a long, long time, the two women moved from one position to another on the slippery locker room bench, without any thought ahead of time as to what the next moment would bring.

Finally, they lay spent, Rachel on top of Michelle's hard, sweaty body. They kissed tenderly, totally exhausted. Michelle lay with a dreamy smile, and sighed happily. Slowly, she opened her eyes and found herself staring up into Rachel's deep, irresistible eyes.

Rachel spoke softly, and Michelle suddenly felt so sleepy....

Michelle lay on the locker room bench, panting heavily, staring up into Rachel's wide eyes. Rachel was silent, her hair hanging down, framing her face, drawing Michelle's attention even more irresistibly to her eyes.

Michelle could feel herself relaxing, knew somehow that she was being hypnotized by those eyes. Hypnotized. Powerless. Spellbound by this amazing woman. The woman who had caused the orgy of female flesh in her studio. The orgy which she herself had been a part of until again entranced by Rachel and led willingly to this place, this familiar place where so many unfamiliar things had taken place.

She knew she was very close to losing herself, surrendering control of her very soul to Rachel. Her body felt heavy, lethargic. Her thoughts were becoming intermittent and confused. She felt Rachel's body pressing softly against her own, felt the softness of her skin, the moisture of her sweat. It was so hard to keep her eyes open, so hard to keep staring up into those incredible eyes. She tried to keep them open, not to resist submitting to Rachel's spell, but to see if maybe her surrender would be more complete, more total, if she just kept staring into Rachel's eyes. Keep staring. Just keep my eyes open and let Rachel take me. Take me wherever she wants to.

Rachel saw a faint smile form on Michelle's face as her eyelids strained to remain open. She smiled as well, and slowly leaned down, closer and closer to Michelle. To Michelle it seemed as though the eyes were growing larger, more powerful. They seemed so close, so close. She felt something soft and warm pressing against her lips. She could resist no more. Her body tingled as Rachel kissed her, and Michelle sank into a deep trance.

Rachel sat up and sighed, gazing at Michelle's peaceful features. She was so pretty, Rachel thought. So willing. She sighed again and whispered softly into Michelle's ear for several minutes.

She then stood up and stretched. Without a backwards glance, she went into the studio, where Sandra was shuddering violently as the rest of the women still attended to her.

Rachel spoke one word, and the pile of women became still, limp. One by one, Rachel helped each woman to stand, and, with a few whispered words, instructed them to shower and dress. The women filed slowly into the locker room, ignoring Michelle, still lying entranced on the bench.

Finally, only Sandra remained. Rachel stared at her hungrily, then shrugged as she realized there wasn't time for her to act on her desires. She grinned as she awakened Sandra.

Sandra lay there blinking, staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes slowly turned to Rachel, and her mouth worked soundlessly for a few moments.

"Holy shit", she eventually stammered. Rachel grinned and helped the somewhat sore Sandra to her feet. Ignoring Sandra's questions, they showered and dressed, with Sandra staring wide-eyed as the other women moved as if in a dream. The other women awakened upon leaving the studio, and enjoyed a warm glow all the way home as they puzzled over their vague memories of their latest workout.

Sandra and Rachel sat on a bench. Sandra's eyes were fixed on Michelle's nude body. Rachel took Sandra's hand and whispered, "Let's go, dear. She'll be fine." Sandra was startled. Rachel had never called her dear.

In the parking lot, Sandra paused before getting into her car.

"Rachel?" she called hesitantly. Rachel turned and looked back at her receptionist. "Thank you", Sandra stammered. Rachel smiled, blew her a kiss, and got into her own car.

Sandra's thoughts were spinning as she drove home. A glimmer of an idea was forming. Did she have the courage, the knowledge, to carry it out?

For a week, Sandra sent various women back to Rachel's office and listened as Rachel quickly entranced them, and then had her way with them. As usual, Sandra couldn't help but masturbate as she listened to the cries and moans over her intercom. She didn't realize that more than once, she herself had been in Rachel's office, offering her willing services to her boss. Then, early in the morning of the day they were to return to Michelle's studio, Michelle herself appeared at Sandra's desk. Again, there was no appointment listed. Indeed, there was no appointment at all scheduled at that time. How convenient, Sandra thought, as she sent Michelle back.

To her surprise, Rachel called her back to her office shortly after Michelle had gone back. Sandra locked the front door and went back, knocked, and entered.

Rachel smiled at her. Michelle sat in the recliner, looking at Sandra curiously. Rachel spoke softly.

"Sandra, I'd like you to hypnotize Michelle today." Sandra stared at Rachel, as did Michelle.

"ME? Hypnotize her? I....I can't. I've never...I don't know how..."

Rachel stood and put a soft hand on Sandra's arm. Sandra fell silent, wondering what in the world she was going to do. Rachel stared at her and whispered, "I know you can do it, Sandra. I know you can."

Sandra stared back into those eyes. Her nervousness, her uncertainty, seemed to slip away. She COULD do it. She had been with Rachel long enough to have learned SOMETHING about it all. Sandra took a deep breath and nodded, but was unable to tear her eyes away from Rachel's until Rachel herself broke eye contact. Sandra blinked and turned to a nervous Michelle, who grinned awkwardly.

"OK. I can do it. How are you today, Michelle?" Michelle said she was fine and looking forward to the evening's workout. Rachel grinned to herself.

"OK. I'm going to hypnotize you now. Close your eyes and take a nice deep breath." Michelle glanced at Rachel one last time, then closed her eyes. Sandra waited until she exhaled before continuing.

Rachel watched, impressed, as Sandra soon had Michelle in a deep trance. The girl really HAD learned as time had gone by. This could certainly prove useful, Rachel thought. Some time before, she had taught Sandra the basics of hypnotic induction, and many times her clients would enter her office already entranced, courtesy of Sandra. And her talent had blossomed, albiet unknown to her.

Sandra, having sent Michelle into trance, looked at Rachel as if waiting for more instructions. Rachel complied.

"Sandra, that was very good. Now you, too, may go into trance and undress." Sandra looked confused for a second, then her eyes closed and she began peeling her clothes off.

Rachel turned to Michelle and deepened her trance state. Giving her one last suggestion, she then turned to the enthralled Sandra and spoke a few more words as Michelle slowly stood and began undressing.

Sandra was sitting at her desk, wondering where the time had gone. Rachel was in her office, smiling at the thoughts of what had gone on while Sandra and Michelle had been entranced. Michelle was at her studio, whistling happily.

The last client of the day was leaving, her hips gyrating, smiling blankly. Sandra sighed and reached a very important decision as she locked the door. Turning out the lights, she went back to Rachel's office and knocked on the door. "Come in, dear."

Sandra went in, getting a bit nervous. Rachel smiled at her. "What can I do for you, dear?"

Sandra took a deep breath and said "Don't hypnotize me. I know I've been hypnotized before, I finally figured that out. I know you can probably make me do anything you want. But right now, I just want to make love to you, woman to woman." Rachel's eyebrows arched in surprise. Well, Sandra was a bright girl, and she had to figure it out eventually. Of course, Rachel could erase that discovery from Sandra's mind at any time. But for now, why not go along with her desires? Smiling, she stood, and slowly unbuttoned her top.

Sandra's heart was pounding. This would be the easy part. It was what she was planning for later on that would be very difficult.

Rachel stood nude, her arms reaching for Sandra. Sandra went to her, held her tight. Kissing Rachel tenderly, she gazed at her boss, and whispered "Thank you. For everything." And Sandra knelt, totally awake and aware, before Rachel and buried her tongue in her boss's pussy.

Sandra did everything she knew to make Rachel cum again and again, trying to wear her down, She was hoping Rachel wouldn't put herself into a trance momentarily to refresh herself, she wanted Rachel tired and spent.

And Rachel was tiring. Sandra was driving her wild, her tongue, her hands, flying over her body wildly. Rachel shuddered as her receptionist brought her to yet another climax. They found themselves on the exam table, Rachel lying there as Sandra straddled her, driving a vibrator in and out of Rachel's dripping cunt. Rachel actually cried out in ecstasy, totally lost in the sensations. Sandra kept it up, not giving Rachel a chance to catch her breath, hoping against hope that Rachel wouldn't decide to put one of them into a trance. Finally, Rachel lay still, the buzzing toy still buried in her snatch.

"Oh, Jesus. Oh, God, Sandra, honey. I never....Oh......" Rachel closed her eyes, smiling dreamily. Sandra slid off the table and reached for a small button. Pressing it, she quietly asked Rachel to open her eyes as she eased the now-silent vibrator from Rachel's crotch.

Rachel found herself staring up at a slowly growing spot on the ceiling. She lay there panting, unable to move, to even think. She was totally exhausted. Maybe she should go into a light trance for a few seconds and get her second wind. But the thing on the ceiling was fascinating, a gently whirling pattern of colors that seemed to draw her into it. Maybe... Maybe I'll just lie here and relax. Hypnotize myself later....Later......

Sandra watched anxiously as Rachel continued staring up at the hypnotic wheel above her. She watched as Rachel's eyes widened, then seemed to go dim. She watched as Rachel's lips, already parted due to her heavy breathing, settled into a small 'o' shape, and her breathing slowed to a gentle, rhythmic pace. Sandra watched as Rachel's body went limp on the thickly padded exam table.

Rachel lay there, staring in wonder at the spinning colors. They were so pretty, so - compelling. It was so nice to just watch them, so relaxing. So relaxing. She was truly very tired after Sandra's attention, she realized. So tired. So relaxed. So comfortable, just watching the colors.

So comfortable. So tired. So relaxed.

Rachel never knew it as she slipped into trance. Her muscles went limp, her breathing became slow and regular. So relaxed.....

Sandra's eyes sparkled as she watched Rachel surrender to the hypnotic wheel. I did it, she thought giddily. I hypnotized Rachel. I did it.

She had to calm herself before she started speaking, and even then she discovered, to her amazement, that her hand had found it's way between her legs. Sandra masturbated as she spoke softly to Rachel.

That evening, Rachel met Sandra at the studio. Rachel smiled, totally unaware of what had happened. Sandra had learned well indeed.

"Hi, Sandra. Ready for another workout?" She winked at Sandra.

Sandra smiled back, wondering what Rachel's reaction would be when things didn't turn out quite as she was expecting. Together, they entered the studio, saying hello to the women who were already there. Michelle waved to them from the other side of the room, then went back to doing her stretching exercises.

As if nothing unusual had ever occurred, Michelle started the music and began the session once everyone was ready. Sandra was wearing a skin- tight body suit, while Rachel had on shorts and a tight top.

The session progressed, the women working up a sweat. During a break, Sandra whispered a few soft words to Rachel. Rachel blinked but otherwise didn't seem to even notice.

As they readied themselves for the next exercise, Rachel said one word. Every women in the studio except herself and Sandra closed their eyes and seemed to freeze in place. Rachel, puzzled, looked around. She found Sandra grinning at her.

"You taught me well, Rachel. I honestly want to thank you for all the things you've shown me. And now I have something to show you. Deep sleep now, Rachel."

She watched happily as Rachel's eyelids fluttered for a second. With a muttered, "Sandra......", Rachel's eyes closed and she fell into a deep trance.

Sandra held her breath, feeling her heart beating wildly as Rachel whispered her name. Then Rachel's eyelids fluttered closed, and Sandra let out a little gasp. She had done it. She had really done it.

Every woman in the studio was in a deep trance except for her. A feeling of power Sandra had never imagined washed over her, and her body tingled with anticipation. This must be how Rachel usually felt. Totally in control. Totally dominant. Able to achieve total satisfaction.

Not tonight. Tonight it was Sandra who was in control. And it would be Rachel who satisfied the other women.

Her face glowing, Sandra's eyes swept the aerobics studio. Michelle was in the front of the room, eyes closed, her leotard clinging to her body. The music had stopped, the room was silent, as Sandra looked at the other women. There were seven tonight, plus themselves and Michelle. Rachel would bring them all to orgasm. One by one. Individual attention. Willingly.

She took a deep breath. It was time.

She leaned close to her employer's ear and began whispering softly.

"Rachel, listen closely. You've been hypnotized. You know it. You wanted this, you've always wanted this, Rachel. Think about it. Deep down inside your mind, you've always wanted me to take you, to give to you some of the things you've given to me. I know you've hypnotized me. I know I will instantly, willingly, go into trance for you any time, any place. The thought of your having that power over me makes me so aroused, Rachel. Does the thought of me having that power over you make you aroused as well?" Sandra bit her lip nervously during the silence that followed. Finally, Rachel whispered yes, and Sandra almost sank to her knees with relief.

"Thank you, Rachel, thank you so much. You're deeply hypnotized now, Rachel, and if you want, you can take yourself even deeper. But do not give yourself any other suggestions, and you must still pay attention to me, you must still respond to my suggestions. Deeper and deeper, Rachel. So deep into hypnosis it seems there is no way out, so deep into trance you don't even want to come out, so completely willing, you want only to do as I ask."

Rachel stood motionless. Sandra had said she could take herself even deeper if she wanted to, as long as she remained receptive to Sandra's suggestions. Rachel wanted very much to go deeper, and she could go very deep indeed. Soon her mind was sporadically giving itself triggers to sink into trance, each time becoming more and more dependent on Sandra to bring her back, because, indeed, Rachel did not want to come back. Rachel was utterly powerless, completely entranced, totally open to Sandra's ideas. And now, Rachel could not even send herself deeper, her mind was too open, too empty, to even consider the thought. Sandra smiled as she slowly removed her workout clothing. Nude, she stepped back, staring at Rachel, at her slack features, her tight shorts, her tight top. Oh, God, this was going to be good.

Sandra spoke softly but clearly. "And now, very slowly, very easily, remove all of your clothing and sink even deeper into trance. Deeper and deeper with every article of clothing you remove. Deeper and deeper as your body and mind become more and more free, more and more open. Deeper. Deeper."

Every woman in the studio thought Sandra was speaking to them. In a short while, the floor was littered with leotards, sneakers, sports bras, and various other items. Sandra was surrounded by nine nude, helpless women. Her clit throbbed wildly, wanting to feel a finger, a tongue, anything.

She remembered lying helpless on the floor of this very studio as these same women had endlessly, mindlessly fondled her at Rachel's bidding, while Rachel herself had attended to Michelle. Staring at Rachel's nude, lithe body, Sandra quickly stripped naked.

Her voice was unsteady, not due to nervousness, but arousal.

"And now, you feel so open, so free. Free to go even deeper. Free to feel even more pleasure. Free to feel so wonderful, more wonderful than you have ever imagined. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper."

Rachel stood perfectly still, her mind a blank, soaking up Sandra's voice as eagerly as the others. She wanted to feel pleasure, wanted to go deeper. Deeper.

Sandra left Rachel where she was and slowly went from woman to woman, whispering softly to them, listening carefully to their muted replies, studying their expressions as they reacted to her suggestions. Three of the women were instructed to shower, dress, and leave, remembering only a very enjoyable workout. As those three slowly collected their belongings and departed, Sandra turned her attention to the remaining women.

Sandra had asked each woman their thoughts on being fondled by a woman. The three she had sent away had expressed doubts, not outright rejection. Sandra couldn't afford doubts, and even though those three women had already, unknowingly, fondled Sandra, they were not ready for what was to follow.

Michelle first. Very softly, easily, Sandra brought Michelle up from the depths of her trance, allowing a feeling of heaviness, of lethargy, to remain with her. She gave one last instruction then awakened the studio owner. Michelle blinked, and looked around in confusion. Seeing Sandra, Rachel, and four nude women, Michelle looked down to find herself nude as well. Her face flared, and she looked up into Sandra's burning eyes.

"Michelle. Please. Tell me I wasn't wrong about you." Sandra's voice had a twinge of pleading in it.

Once again, Michelle's eyes swept over the room full of firm flesh. She looked back at Sandra, back into her eyes, finding them so comforting somehow. Comforting eyes. So nice. A feeling of deja vu washed over Michelle, and for some reason she found herself becoming almost sleepy. Sandra reached out to her, took her in her arms, and kissed her.

After an instant of panic, Michelle kissed back. Again, a feeling of familiarity came over her, like she had been here, done this. Had she? Was it possible that Rachel's power was so great that they had all been her sexual slaves?

As she felt Sandra's finger slide into her pussy, Michelle stopped wondering about how it all happened. It was happening, and that was all that really mattered.

Their embrace didn't last long. One last kiss, one last rub of Michelle's hard clit, and Sandra stepped away. "You won't be sorry", she whispered with a smile. "I'll save you for last."

At that, she went to the other women, awakening them one by one, leaving them as well heavy and lethargic. So relaxed, so calm.

But wide awake and alert.

Four nude women looked curiously at each other, their faced gradually reddening. They looked at Michelle, their instructor, then at Sandra. Then all eyes turned to Rachel, still mesmerized, still motionless, still nude.

Sandra spoke quietly.

"Rachel, listen carefully. In a moment you will open your eyes. All that you see, all that you hear, will increase my control of your mind. You will be aware and alert, feeling as if you are awake and out of trance, but your mind will instantly respond to my commands. You want to do this, Rachel. Tell me how much you want to do this."

The others stared at Sandra in amazement. How had she gained control of the woman who had allowed them to relax so completely? Their jaws dropped as the entranced woman mumbled, "I want very much to do this for you."

"Open your eyes now, Rachel, and come over to me."

Slowly, Rachel's mind clicked back into gear as her eyes opened. She looked around slowly, confused. What had happened? Why was everyone nude? Had she already given them their triggers, she wondered? Something was wrong.

Sandra. Where was Sandra? She looked around, her gaze coming to rest upon her lovely young receptionist. Sandra was smiling at her, a knowing smile. Rachel felt a chill as the realization of what was happening hit her.

"Sandra....you.........." Her voice trailed away, and she stared at the now blushing Sandra in admiration. "You did it. I knew you would some day. I just knew it. Oh, Sandra........" Rachel stumbled towards Sandra, and Sandra was amazed to see tears in her eyes. Rachel reached her, held her, kissed her tenderly. "Oh, Sandra, this is so wonderful." She wrapped her arms around the startled woman and hugged her tight.

Sandra spoke softly. "You are a very good teacher, Rachel. You did teach me well, and I learned well. We are not equal, and I don't know if that will ever happen. But right now, you are my student. Is that clear?"

Rachel gladly, tearfully, nodded her head. "Yes, dear. Oh, Sandra, dear, yes, I understand. It's very clear. Oh, Sandra, love..."

Sandra's voice changed.

"Rachel. Do not speak unless you are asked. Kneel."

Rachel froze, her mouth open, her voice faltering. Slowly, she sagged to her knees before Sandra, staring up in wonder.

Sandra smiled and stepped back. She motioned for the first woman to take her place. Grinning nervously, the young redhead stood in front of Rachel, spread her legs, and looked at Sandra questioningly.

"What do you want her to do?", Sandra asked lightly. The woman looked back at Rachel, her eyes shining. She had no memory of anything that she had done while entranced, but there was something about this woman kneeling in front of her....

"Tease me. Make me crazy, then make me cum."

Rachel looked up at the woman, then at Sandra. Sandra stared into her deep dark eyes and merely nodded. Rachel understood, and nodded acceptance of the unspoken command. Slowly, she stood, and reached for the redhead.

For the next half hour, the redhead trembled as Rachel's talented hands glided across her skin. Every nerve ending in her body lit up like a Christmas tree, and she was shaking uncontrollably. This was incredible. Rachel was all over her, and she had been on the ragged edge of climax for the past ten minutes. But Rachel hadn't allowed her to cum yet, she had just kept her at the edge, almost there, almost there, playfully teasing, keeping the redhead in ecstatic agony.

Rachel glanced over at Sandra again. Sandra had been watching intently, as had the other women. Sandra nodded slightly.

Rachel pressed her face against the redhead's thick mass of pubic hair, her tongue wagging wildly, hitting the target time after time. The redhead's eyes opened wide, staring up at the ceiling, and her arms became stiff, stretching to the side without purpose. Her mouth dropped open, but for some time no sound escaped, and her jaw moved silently. Then a low moan formed deep inside her, growing as the fire spread through her body into a wild scream of abandon. Her body spasmed, head rocking back and forth. As Rachel drove her past the edge, far over the edge, the redhead's mind clouded, a faint yellow haze forming. God, this was incredible. Her legs gave way, and she sank to the floor, but this was what Sandra had been waiting for and she grabbed the woman before she hit the floor and lowered her gently, lovingly, to the thickly padded floor of the studio. Rachel never stopped licking the redhead's clit. The redhead lay on the floor, whimpering, her body quivering randomly.

"That's enough, Rachel", Sandra said. Rachel stopped and sat up, looking at Sandra for more instructions. The redhead lay gasping on the floor. The other women were staring wide-eyed, and the scent of their arousal filled the air. Three of them had their fingers between their legs, and the fourth was squeezing her breasts.

Sandra looked at the three remaining women.

"Who's next?", she asked with a grin.

Very late that night, Sandra led a very tired Rachel from the now- deserted studio. Michelle, as promised, had had the honors of going last. For more than an hour, Rachel had driven the attractive woman totally wild with non-stop sexual stimulation. At that point, Sandra had joined in, and the three of them had played for quite some time. Rachel had behaved perfectly, never once getting out of line, never once resisting a command.

Rachel climbed into her car and leaned back against the seat. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of weariness. She heard Sandra's voice close by, speaking softly.

A few moments later, Rachel opened her eyes. She felt wonderful. Smiling brightly, a warm feeling of pleasure beginning to radiate throughout her body, Rachel happily drove home, climbed into bed, and masturbated. Just as she climaxed, she took a nice, deep breath, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, the first appointment was a male. Sandra didn't bother listening in, she knew Rachel was all business with men. But the second client, a women who was having her first session with Rachel, showed up an hour early.

As the woman settled into a chair in the reception area, Sandra studied her closely. Mid thirties, well-built, well-dressed. Attractive. Expensive jewelry. This would be fun to listen to, Sandra thought. She looked at the new client again, reading a magazine without any interest, just passing the time. Waiting. Waiting to be hypnotized.

Sandra quietly opened a drawer. She removed an item and closed it again. After a moment, she cleared her throat, and the woman looked up at her. Sandra smiled.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I was just noticing your necklace. I just got a new one the other day, and I think you might like it."

Sandra slowly stood up and walked around her desk to where the woman sat. Waiting. Waiting to be hypnotized. Sandra held up her necklace and began moving it slowly in a circle.

"I just got it. Isn't it nice?"

The woman looked up at the necklace curiously.

Sandra stood in front of the new client, her necklace dangling freely just above the woman's line of sight. The woman looked up at it with a puzzled expression.

"Er, yes, it is nice, miss. Do you know how long I'll be waiting?"

Sandra smiled. "Not long, Ma'am. Rachel is with a client right now, but I'm quite sure we'll find a way for you to pass the time out here." The woman was watching the pendant moving now, a slight frown on her face.

"Um. I knew I was early, but sometimes, you know, you get lucky and can get right in." Sandra grinned widely. Yes, ma'am, I'm going to get lucky. And yes, I'm going to get right in. Right into your tight little cunt. But she didn't say that. Her voice became softer, silkier, as the woman continued gazing curiously at the swinging pendant.

"I know what you mean, Ma'am. Sometimes Rachel is free sooner than planned. But it doesn't really matter right now, does it, Ma'am?" The woman blinked several times, her frown deepening as her eyes remained fixed on the necklace as Sandra moved it slowly in a circle.

"Um. No. No, I guess it doesn't matter at all. It doesn't matter..."

Sandra was silent for a moment, watching the woman gaze up at the pendant. Her voice was even softer when she spoke again.

"That's right, Ma'am, it doesn't matter. Nothing matters right now. Nothing at all. No cares. No worries. No tensions. Nothing matters. Nothing can disturb you. Nothing can bother you. Just sitting there calmly, waiting patiently, waiting to go into hypnosis. Waiting to go into hypnosis. Nothing else matters. Nothing else matters, does it?"

The woman's frown had vanished, replaced by a confused expression.

"No...No, nothing else....matters...." Her eyes were glued to the pendant as Sandra gently moved it around, watching the woman's eyes track it like radar. Her head never moved, only her eyes, staring, straining, wide.

"That's right, Ma'am. Waiting to be hypnotized. Nothing else matters. Nothing bothers you. Nothing disturbs you. Nothing. Nothing at all. There is nothing. Nothing but the shining pendant. Nothing but my voice. Nothing else. There is nothing else. Nothing else to disturb you. Nothing else."

There was a short silence, then the woman whispered "Nothing......" Her lips remained parted, her expression was now blank, a vacant, mindless stare, her eyes fixed helplessly on the swinging pendant.

"Nothing. Nothing at all", Sandra cooed softly. Another silence before the woman slowly repeated, "nothing........"

"Nothing at all. Waiting to be hypnotized. Waiting to be hypnotized. That is why you are here, to be hypnotized. You are waiting to be hypnotized. You want to be hypnotized. That is why you are here. Tell me you want to be hypnotized." A very short silence, then the woman spoke almost breathlessly.

"I...want to be...hypnotized." Her eyes were even wider, staring transfixed at the pendant. She somehow felt as it she were being pulled towards it, irresistibly compelled to move closer to it. She didn't realize Sandra was moving it closer to her.

"You want to be hypnotized. You want to be hypnotized. There is nothing else. Tell me again."

"I...want to be hypnotized. There is nothing.....else." The woman's face was turning a bit red. Sandra smiled happily. Too late. Far too late.

The woman may have realized by now what was happening, but as Sandra had correctly determined, it was far too late. The woman stared helplessly at the pendant as she repeated, out loud, her desire to be hypnotized, her unconcern with all other things. Her mind heard her own voice say these things and acted accordingly as Sandra continued.

"You want to be hypnotized. There is nothing else. There is now no need to wait. You need not wait to be hypnotized. Let yourself go right now. Allow yourself to sink deep, deep into hypnosis right now, right this instant. There is no need to wait, you do not want to wait. You want to be hypnotized. There is nothing else. Let it happen. Right now." Sandra watched closely as the woman's jaw dropped open a bit more, her eyes widening even more, her expression almost one of pleading.

"Don't...want to...wait. Nothing else.....Right now.....Right...... right....now......hyp.......hypnoti........right...........now......." The woman fell silent, her mouth closing slightly, her expression now totally blank. Her eyes narrowed a bit, still staring intently at the pendant.

"You are hypnotized now. Deeply hypnotized. You didn't have to wait, you didn't want to wait, there was nothing else, there is nothing else. You are hypnotized. You have been hypnotized. Deeply, totally, completely hypnotized. There is nothing else. Nothing else. You are hypnotized."

The woman trembled slightly. Her voice was halting, uncertain.

"I.....am.....hypn......hyp.....hypnotized." A very faint smile spread across the woman's face. Sandra raised the necklace a bit more, forcing the entranced woman to look up, but still, the woman's head remained still, and just her eyes followed the pendant up, up, until it was almost directly over her head. The woman's eyes seemed to roll backwards.

"So deeply hypnotized. So deeply hypnotized. When your eyes close you will sink even deeper, when your eyes close there will be nothing, nothing but the sound of my voice, nothing else. Nothing else. Your eyes are burning now, so hard to keep looking at the pendant, so hard, so hard, you want to allow your eyes to close, to surrender totally to hypnosis. You do not have to wait, you do not want to wait."

"Don't..............don't........wait............" The woman blinked twice and her eyes closed.

Sandra quietly put the necklace on her desk. She sat on the edge of her desk, staring rapturously at the entranced woman before her. A quick check of her watch told her she had ten minutes before Rachel's current appointment was over. She thought quickly.

"You have been hypnotized. There is nothing else. You wanted to be hypnotized, you want to be hypnotized again, you want to be hypnotized. You want to go into hypnosis quickly, easily. You will allow yourself to go into hypnosis quickly, easily. You will enter hypnosis quickly and easily. Always. You will always enter hypnosis quickly and easily. In fact, if you ever hear me say the words, 'Sally sleep', you will allow yourself to sink instantly into hypnosis. Instantly. You want to allow this. You want to allow this."

"I....want to a.....allow.....want to.......this.....allow this..."

"Yes. You want to. You enjoy being hypnotized, you enjoy being hypnotized. There is nothing else like it. Nothing else. Nothing."

".....nothing........"

"You're going to awaken in a moment. You will not need to remember anything we have done, anything we have said here. Your conscious mind does not need to know what has been done, what has been said. It never happened. There was nothing. There was nothing. And deep inside yourself, you know you want to be hypnotized, you will enter hypnosis quickly, easily. And when I say to you, 'Sally sleep', your hypnotic trance will occur instantly."

".....trance.......instant........"

Sandra took a deep breath and sat down at her desk. She then awakened Sally slowly. Sally blinked and looked around, puzzled. Sandra was pretending to be working at her computer. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Sally frowned, unable to figure out what was wrong. Something was amiss.

"Excuse me?"

Sandra looked up. "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Is there somewhere I could get a drink of water? I seem to be a bit thirsty for some reason." Sandra smiled, got up, and got Sally a drink from the water cooler. As she handed it to Sally, she whispered, "Sally sleep."

Sally had the cup in her hand and was just raising it to her lips. She froze, her eyelids fluttering shut, her mouth remaining open, the cup held in place by her unresponsive muscles. Sandra grinned broadly, then straightened as she heard Rachel's door open, heard voices.

"It never happened", Sandra whispered, and then quickly awakened Sally. As Rachel's current client came into the reception area, he saw a woman sitting in a chair, water cup in hand, looking puzzled, and the hot little receptionist grinning at him. He grinned back, paid his fee, and winked at her as he left. Sandra flipped him off as he walked out the door.

She turned back to Sally, still sitting there trying to figure out what was going on. She drank her water and asked Sandra if it was all right to go back now. Sandra pressed the intercom button, then let it up as Rachel herself came into the reception area. Sally stood up quickly and straightened her clothing.

Rachel went right over to her. Holding out her hand, she introduced herself. She looked Sally over, smiling reassuringly. "Why don't we go back to my office, Sally?" Sally turned a bit red, took a deep breath, and tagged along behind Rachel. As they disappeared into the short hallway, Sandra whispered loudly, "Sally sleep". She got up from her desk and found the woman standing in the hallway. Sandra had to work fast.

"Open your eyes and walk into Rachel's office. Do as she says." Slowly, Sally opened her eyes and shuffled forward. Sandra ran back to her desk, rounding the corner just as she heard Rachel come back out of her office, looking for Sally. "Right in here, Sally", Rachel said. Slowly, Sally walked into the office. Rachel motioned for Sally to sit in the recliner, and Sally sank into it, her eyes staring blankly at nothing.

Rachel frowned slightly. Something was wrong here. Hmm....

"Sally, close your eyes." Instantly, Sally did as she was told.

Rachel broke into a wide smile, her excitement building rapidly as she realized what had happened. Quickly, she deepened Sally's trance state far, far past Sally's ability to resist. Moments later, Sally was obeying Rachel's command to undress. Rachel looked at her watch. Four minutes. She had almost a full hour and a half to play.

She coaxed the entranced woman up onto the exam table. Knowing full well that Sandra was listening over the intercom, she bent close to it and whispered, "Thank you, Sandra, dear." In the reception area, Sandra's face was split by an ear-to-ear grin. She had done it. This was going to be good, and she moved closer to her intercom, not wanting to miss a thing.

In her office, Rachel whispered four words.

Sandra's face went blank, and she slowly stood up and locked the door. Turning out the reception area lights, she walked slowly back to Rachel's office. She opened the door and went in. Wordlessly, she began to undress. Now nude, she turned to Rachel, standing nude by the exam table.

"Sandra, you have done well. I am proud of you, my dear." Sandra stood silently, her mind accepting the compliment even though she was totally unable to respond to it.

"And now, Sandra, you may enjoy the fruit of your labor." Rachel turned to Sally, lying helpless on the large, thickly padded table.

"Sally, my student, you will soon be joined by another. Allow yourself to freely express your sexual feelings. You need not hold back, you may allow all of your inhibitions, all of your uncertainties, to slip away, to vanish as if they never existed. There is only the two of you, nothing else. Nothing else."

That sounded familiar to Sally. "Nothing else", she murmured as she dimly felt herself becoming damp.

"Sandra, you may join Sally." Sandra walked stiffly to the exam table and clambered up. With a few words, Rachel released the two women from their lethargy, but not their acceptance of her words. Sally looked around wildly, trying to figure out why she was suddenly nude, on a doctor's table, with another nude woman beside her, and another watching. But as she felt the moisture building, inhaled the unmistakable aroma of arousal, she decided to reserve judgment for now. She reached for Sandra.

Rachel leaned back in her expensive leather chair and masturbated as her receptionist and her client made love on the exam table. Each cry of pleasure, each moan, soft or unrestrained, pushed her closer and closer to trance herself. She knew this, wanted this, had purposely programmed her mind for this. Listening to the women's cries, hearing her own cries, feeling her own body shudder time after time by her own hand, Rachel slipped into trance. But she did not merely slump limply into her chair.

Her eyes opened wide. Her breathing deepened, becoming easier, more regular. Now every sound, every sensation, was much more intense, much more powerful. Masturbating slowly, deliberately now, she paid close attention to every sound in the room. Her own breath, slow and deep. The breathing of Sally and Sandra, uneven and hard. The wet sound of fingers and tongues buried deep in wet pink folds. Rachel slid deeper even as her finger slipped deeper into her own pussy. Staring at the two nude women in the table, Rachel remained in hypnosis as she masturbated.

An hour later, Rachel's mind told her it was time. Instantly, she was wide awake, removing her finger from it's nice, warm, wet hiding place. Smiling, running her hands just once over her erect nipples, Rachel spoke two words. Sally and Sandra collapsed on the table.

Sally walked out the door, smiling happily, as Sandra put the check into the bank bag. Rachel was leaning against Sandra's desk, smiling gently.

"What do you think of her?", Rachel asked innocently. Sandra had no memory at all of the fact that she had, indeed, hypnotized Sally herself. Sandra smiled wickedly. "She seems like a hot little number. Too bad I was too busy to listen in. How was she?" Rachel looked at her receptionist with an expression Sandra did not understand.

"She was good, but I've had better." Sandra didn't have time to ask who Rachel was talking about before a soft word from Rachel sent her spinning into the depths of trance.

In Rachel's office, Sandra knelt nude before her employer, her lover, her teacher. Rachel smiled down at her happily, lovingly.

"Sandra, my dear. You have no idea how much you please me." Rachel thought briefly of Teri, the young woman who had graduated from college thanks to Rachel's assistance, both mental and financial. Teri had never known where the money for her education had come from. Teri had been the only person to ever have any level of control over Rachel, and Rachel herself had given the young woman that control. Rachel had been in love with Teri.

But Teri had graduated, and was gone now. Rachel had cried when Teri left, but knew better than to try to change things. Teri would be a successful business woman, and Rachel had erased most of Teri's memories of their relationship.

Teri was gone. Sandra was here. Sandra had learned well. And Rachel knew she was finally falling in love with her receptionist, and wondered why it had taken so long.

"I love you Sandra." Sandra's face turned red, and her breathing became a bit irregular, then her conditioning took over and she sank quickly into the depths once more.

Rachel took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she exhaled slowly, completely. Then she took another deep breath and started speaking.

Two hours later, Sandra's eyes opened. She looked around, puzzled. It was pitch dark. She stood up, realizing she was nude, and stumbled through the darkness trying to figure out where she was.

A wall. She moved slowly, carefully, and soon found a light switch.

She blinked as the darkness vanished. She looked around, squinting, and gasped at what she saw.

She was in Rachel's bedroom. Rachel was on the bed. Nude. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the corner posts. She was looking at Sandra with an expression Sandra had never seen on Rachel before.

Pleading.

"Sandra. Love. Please. Take me." Rachel's voice cracked, and Sandra felt the raw emotion awaken things deep inside herself. She walked slowly to the bed, staring in wonder at her boss, lying bound, nude, helpless. How the hell had she done that herself, she wondered, not realizing that she herself had bound Rachel before Rachel awakened her.

"Please, Sandra. I want you so bad. I'll do anything, love."

"Anything."

Sandra slowly climbed onto the bed, Rachel's bed, wondering about this sudden show of - whatever it was a show of. She bent over and kissed Rachel's left nipple. Rachel's eyes closed and she squirmed with delight.

Sandra looked her boss in the eye. If Rachel was up to something, this would expose it. Sandra knew she would go into hypnosis instantly if Rachel had some post-hypnotic tricks up her - um - sleeve. But as Rachel stared back, those deep dark eyes pleading silently to her, Sandra felt no inclination to slip into trance.

But she DID feel a growing urge to slip something into her boss.

Staring into Rachel's eyes, amazed that she was not already spellbound, Sandra slowly brought her boss to climax. Rachel's body shook, and she thrashed around on the bed, straining at her bonds. Sandra paused and looked at Rachel again.

"Please, my love. Oh, Sandra, dear, please?"

Like Sally had, Sandra decided to reserve judgment.

They lay together on Rachel's bed, the sheets torn and soaked, the ropes long since undone. Rachel lay silent, sleeping peacefully, her arms wrapped snugly around her receptionist's nude body.

Sandra lay there as well, feeling Rachel's soft skin against hers. Her mind flashed images of Rachel, bound, screaming as Sandra had brought her to a seemingly endless series of thundering climaxes.

And not once, not even ONCE, had Rachel entranced either one of them.

Holding her boss tighter, Sandra smiled and took a nice deep breath. As she exhaled, she felt herself slipping away. Sandra fell into a deep sleep. The two of them remained still through the night.

Rachel had ridden to work with Sandra. They were both a bit quiet. Sandra was still pondering the implications of everything Rachel had told her, and Rachel was sitting there, eyes closed, recreating the sensations of the previous night, using the power of her mind. As they pulled into the lot, Sandra's nose began twitching. She looked over at Rachel, saw her eyes closed, saw the faint smile. Gingerly pulling Rachel's skirt up a bit, Sandra saw a dark stain on Rachel's white silk panties. As she put Rachel's skirt back into place, she smiled to herself. Rachel hadn't even noticed.

"We're here, Rachel." Rachel's eyes snapped open. Instantly awake, she was out of the car as soon as Sandra had it in park. Running around to Sandra's side, she held the door for her receptionist. Stunned, Sandra slowly got out. She felt a tingle as Rachel leaned close to her, whispered in her ear.

"Next time, don't just look."

Rachel walked away, hips swinging, leaving Sandra standing there, her mouth hanging open. She had noticed. Even in trance, she notices these things. Shaking her head in wonder, Sandra followed her boss, her lover, into the building.

Twenty minutes later, the first client of the day appeared. Rachel and Sandra were going over the schedule at Sandra's desk when the woman came in. Another new one, Sandra saw.

Thirty years old. Red hair, green eyes. Tall, just over six feet. Legs that went on forever. An outfit that could not conceal the fact that her breasts were mouth-wateringly large. Rachel stared, her pussy flaring to life. Sandra stared as well, and they glanced knowingly at each other as the woman hesitantly spoke to them.

"Um. I'm looking for Rachel?" She looked nervous, Rachel gleefully realized. Oh, this would be fun. But it could be more fun....

"Yes, dear, I'm Rachel. Very nice to meet you. If it's all right, I'll be with you in a moment, I have one thing I have to take care of this morning. Make yourself comfortable, and I'm sure you and Sandra will find something to talk about." As Rachel walked back to her office, she paused at Sandra's desk. She leaned over, opened a drawer in Sandra's desk, and pointed. Sandra looked into the drawer.

Her heart beat faster as she saw Rachel was pointing to the necklace.

As Rachel disappeared into her office, Sandra slowly stood up. She walked around her desk and leaned up against it, smiling happily at the redhead, who smiled back nervously. Sandra held up the necklace, and the woman's eyes moved to it naturally.

In her office, Rachel listened on the intercom as Sandra sent the new client spinning quickly, helplessly into trance. She listened as Sandra rustled some papers, obviously checking the day's schedule. She listened as Sandra locked the front door and dimmed the reception area lighting. Rachel kept listening as Sandra returned her attention to the spellbound client.

Listening to the intercom, Rachel masturbated.