I didn’t have anything even resembling a plan when I put Coral into the immersion state that night. I was still in semi-shock, catching up to the beautifully twisted fantasies that my wife had turned into actions.

As she lay there on her back, following my voice and surrendering her will to my soothing tones, I kept trying to get my bearings in the changed landscape around me. Judith I could do anything with — if I screwed up in some way or went beyond the boundaries Coral felt comfortable with, I could always blame it on my wife’s amateurish use of the technique.

Mira had been similarly ‘hypnotized”, but she was altogether different. She was manipulating the both of us, and could use the past and all I had done with her as a weapon. I didn’t know what her angle was, or whether it was more complex than the permanently hypnotized pull of needing to get inside of my pants again. How much had she foreseen when the call had come from Coral? Had she merely wanted to check out my wife and gain access to my home? She couldn’t have known that Coral would try to hypnotize her, or that my wife had a grand scheme to dress her up all sexy and get the three of us reaming the others’ privates all at once.

Mira was a rogue element. I’d need to tread carefully around her, and find out whether she had terms. As far as I knew, she might have developed a grand scheme of her own over the months. Had the landscape changed unexpectedly for her, too, or was this where she had always seen herself, taking up space in bed between my wife and me?

I tried to gain traction by surveying the workings of Coral’s mind with a series of questions, and learned that the idea of merging hypnosis with sex had been there almost since we’d met. As I’d surmised, she hadn’t had much appetite for being hypnotized herself, but using the technique to affect the behavior of others had been one of her masturbatory fantasies ever since my public lecture and our first day in bed together. When I’d given her that psychic nudge on our wedding night, an agenda for mischief had already existed beneath the surface, just waiting to coalesce and find expression.

I learned that Coral had imagined herself hypnotizing her ex-boyfriend — his name was Morgan — whose infidelity had been so painful for her. It was essentially a recurring revenge fantasy, where she saw herself creating excruciating longings in his psyche for everything they’d had together. Of particular interest was the component of the fantasy where she made him impotent unless he vividly pictured his dick squeezed between her tits.

My loving wife, so gentle and playful, so positive and giving, had an inner self with a dial that could be set to power trip. As I probed further, I found that she had teased Grace rather mercilessly the night before our wedding, and had developed extensive fantasies of hypnotizing my best friend into a threesome where her lesbian identity was overwhelmed, and she couldn’t resist riding my cock.

It was strange, how the two women I trusted the most, Coral and Grace, had been something like me, immediately thinking of ways to combine the immersion technique with sex. Coral always seemed so above-board, so balanced and psychologically healthy, yet all this time she’d had a secret fantasy life involving the very sorts of underhanded manipulations that I had become addicted to. No wonder Judith, with her powerful fetish about being under someone’s control, had been so attracted to her. Coral possessed all the devious desires to make Judith into a hypnotized love slave; all she had lacked was the means.

The irony of all this was not lost on me. I had prided myself on my ability to identify and follow subtle signals, peering into the hidden corners of someone’s psyche without their even knowing they were being studied. How could I have misread my wife to this degree? Had my reliance on the immersion technique made me rusty, to the point that the first woman to live under my roof could contain so many surprises?

I was shocked — not by the existence of these fantasies, but by their detail and their power. All those questions about which woman I’d most want to fuck had come from somewhere — I had known that all along, but I’d had no concept of the depth of the rabbit hole that was their source. It wasn’t just about sex, either, as Coral’s creativity was becoming completely intertwined with her fantasy life. She used the phrase “pornography with a purpose” as I questioned her, as though the words already belonged in her artist statement, or the text of a catalogue for an upcoming exhibition. Her hypnotic sex fantasies had leaked from the recesses of her mind right onto large sheets of drawing paper — sex was more than sex now; it was subject matter.

This was the same woman I’d married, filled with the same sorts of submerged longings that all human beings have. What was different was that the floodgates were open, and Coral had lost either the ability or the desire to keep her fantasies inside.

How did Mira fit into all of this? I delved into Coral’s feelings there, and learned that she was completely smitten with Mira, both sexually and aesthetically. She wanted to continue drawing Mira, eventually painting her. Mira’s ideal body and smoldering sensuality made her the perfect model for Coral’s fantasy nurse series, and there were even plans, still somewhat unformed, of using Mira’s dancing abilities in future performance art pieces.

I gathered that Coral was determined to keep Mira “hypnotized” into needing to fuck us as a couple. Sharing the sexual goodies with me was integral to her fantasies, although where it all led was an unknown. As with any highly creative act, what lay beyond the horizon could only be arrived at in the doing.

Oh what a tangled web, and I’d lost control of the weaving. By hypnotizing my wife on our wedding night, I had become a player in a carnal art project, essentially being given permission to perform all sorts of hypnotic dark arts because my wife’s drives and imagination were out of control. I felt giddy with the possibilities, but also fearful. Coral had the potential to become a runaway sex train, and Mira could poison everything with one deliberately revealing sentence, or even a slip of the tongue.

I couldn’t figure everything out, and decided to double-down by more or less trusting my wife, but with a safeguard. I went at her mind implanting the need for future sessions so that we could adjust to shifting realities. If I had learned anything this night, it was that the earth could shift beneath my feet with disorienting speed. The immersion technique had gotten me into this fine mess, and I would surely need its assistance to maintain order, or head off disaster.

I reinforced fears that Coral had already expressed — Judith had become unstable after being “hypnotized”, and it was only through my intervention that she hadn’t done some grave harm to herself. It was dangerous for an amateur to dabble in the technique, and no more experiments in that direction should be undertaken without my assistance. If Coral wanted to make hypnotism a tool in our lovemaking, or a means to attract unsuspecting women to our bed, she was going to have to go through me.

I worked on the agreed task at hand next — helping Coral to relax while giving head. It was to become a mission for her — she’d need to watch porn videos on the web to survey the range of possible techniques, and she would need to practice.

“Giving Michael better and better blowjobs brings you immense satisfaction, and makes you incredibly excited. But you will need to study and practice. Practice, practice, practice…”

“Mmmnnn…” she mumbled, thoughtlessly pinching her left nipple.

“Practice every day. Bananas, cucumbers, any kind of object that you might learn from to extend your abilities… Do you understand? You must practice to reach your goal of becoming the best at giving head ever.”

“Practice… So much practice…”

“Being good at giving head is not enough. Being great at giving head is not enough. You want to be the best. You need to be the best.”

“The best… The best!”

“And you will love Michael’s cum. Michael’s cum is like manna from heaven — you love it, and you can’t live without it.”

She licked her lips, responding beautifully. But the proof would be in the sucking, wouldn’t it?

I worked next to open the floodgates wider. Her fantasies about hypnotic sex were to remain alive, and grow. There was no need to censor her wishes, except that I had to be the one administering the technique. Exploiting my talents with the immersion technique was incredibly exciting. Being my partner in secretive sexual misdeeds was fucking molten.

And then, for the very first time, I ended an immersion session with suggestions, repeated ad infinitum, of how satisfied and sleepy and exhausted she felt right now. When I brought her out from the trance-like state, she stood and hugged me tight, listlessly rubbing my hard cock while yawning.

She placed her index finger against her lips as though thinking. Slowly, unconsciously, it slipped inside her mouth, and she began to play at it with her lips and tongue. I watched her cheeks compress experimentally. I could almost feel the actions on my dick, and was tempted to let her have a first go at me with the suggestions fresh in her mind. But then I saw her eyelids drooping, the mouth action going slower. She looked like she would fall asleep while standing and sucking on that finger.

“Give me a few minutes alone,” she said, easing the finger out and dropping back onto the couch. More yawns before she sank onto her side, raising a hand like a white flag. “All of this excitement tonight has been too much. I think I need… just a little nap. Then we can go back upstairs… Mira… more playtime… So much to…”

I stayed with her until she was lights out, and then made my way back up the stairs. Mira was still sleeping in our bed, on her side with her mouth slightly open. I stood motionless at the door, watching and appreciating. She didn’t have a stitch on, and the dim light from the hallway cast form-revealing highlights and shadows along the length of her body. Her sculpted legs were slightly curled, her toes pointed dancer-style even as she slept. She reminded me of a big cat, dynamic in repose and ready to leap into sex acts like a horny coiled spring.

Just watching her lie there had me completely hard. This woman excited the living fuck out of me, even though I still feared her. I approached as quietly as I could, marveling at her physique from new angles. No wonder Coral wanted to keep using this woman for her fantasy paintings. No wonder she wanted to keep her “hypnotized”.

I jumped when Mira almost sprang at me, grabbing hold of my straining cock through my shorts.

“Gotcha!” she gloated, pulling me down and undressing me in a flash. She rode me on top, rode me furiously until she could tell I was going to blow, and then she’d ease back, keeping me hard and aaaaalmost ready to come.

“I’m… going to rent… an apartment nearby,” she breathed. “And you’re going to come to me… and fuck me… regularly.”

I groaned as the muscles inside her pussy clenched. Rocking slowly, eyes closed while she kneaded her tits, Mira had satisfaction written everywhere. She was on top and in control, and she liked it.

“You’re turn… to come to me!” she declared. “You surprise me! You long to drive to my place to stick your dick inside of me!”

She spread her arms out straight to the side, and began twisting her body right and left, her gripping cunt twisting with her. It was like she was doing calisthenics on my cock.

“Do we understand each other?” she asked.

I groaned, ready to lose it.

“Do we understand each other?” she repeated, going faster and faster.

“Yes! Yes we… Ohhhh!”

She didn’t look at me, just kept twisting faster. The range of motion above her hips was astounding — I got to see all sides of her, and she never slowed down as I flooded into her. She just kept twisting, her eyes shut, bringing her hands down to finger her clit. After exploding, my cock felt like it couldn’t even wilt with all the sideways friction being administered, and I watched Mira’s cheeks grow redder, her lips fuller. She sprang to her feet on bent and widely spread legs for the ending, squat-humping my rod furiously. When she came I could see the muscles in her thighs bulge tight, her back arching with her mouth and nose pointed at the ceiling. She almost looked crucified with her arms extended like that.

And then she was flat on top of me, her cries and hot breath right there at my ear. I held her as she came down from the orgasmic rush, and we lay like that for who knows how long.

She didn’t say a word when she finally got up from the bed, just left the room with the sounds of her bare feet descending the stairs. My heart raced when I thought of her and Coral being alone, but then I realized that I would have to get used to it. Mira would model for my wife, saying or not saying whatever she chose, and fucking or not-fucking Coral as it pleased her.

I got dressed and found Mira drinking a glass of the night’s largely ignored wine in the kitchen. She had put on a tiny brown leather skirt and a cream colored blouse, probably the clothes she’d arrived in for her modeling session. She looked fabulous and smelled like sex, even from the kitchen door.

“I can see why you went for her,” Mira stated, not meeting my eyes. “She can’t fuck like I can, but her tits are like my legs. She’s a conniving little cunt, too, which you must be attracted to. She tried to hypnotize me! It was all I could do to keep from laughing, or turning her over my knee for a good spanking.”

Was she trying to bait me? I didn’t say anything, but then neither did she. After a time I couldn’t take anymore. “What do you want, Mira?”

She rose from the chair and slinked up to me, placing the palm of her hand against my crotch. “Only what I’ve always wanted, Michael. This. You. You promised it to me and I’ll be damned if I’ll ever let you get away. I’ll follow you, do you hear? I’ll always follow. You can never get away. It's stupid to try.”

Following. She had her own version, with an entirely different meaning, and here it was.

’I actually like your little wife. I like what she’s doing, too, grabbing hold of the power of sex and turning it into art. The paintings she plans to make from those drawings are going to be more than erotic — from how she describes them, and from what I’ve already seen, they’ll be incendiary. And she wants us there on her canvases together, Michael. We get to have our lovemaking immortalized by the talented hands of your wife — how perfect is that?”

I didn’t know if it was perfect or not, but the look in her eyes had me getting hard again.

“You’ll know when my apartment — our new love nest — is set up,” she said. “But it will be a Coral-free zone, understand? It’s our space. You bring her there and you suffer the consequences; those are the rules. Any questions?”

I probably had a hundred questions, but kept my mouth shut.

It was still dark outside, with pink streetlights illumining the sidewalks and parked cars. The birds were busy singing as I watched Mira get into an unfamiliar red BMW, and drive off. I didn’t know where she was going — did she plan to live here permanently, and what did she do for work? I got the feeling that she had quite a bit of money at her disposal, but the fact was that I didn’t know much of anything about the recent events in her life. All I knew was that I would see her again soon, either here in my house or when she called to let me know where to come fuck her.

Back in the kitchen, I looked at the bottle of wine, and the coffeemaker. I felt like I should have one or the other, but didn’t want either. I felt like I’d entered an in-between world which was neither night nor day, and that I didn’t know who I was all of a sudden. In this new landscape, or new reality, the laws of nature were unfamiliar and untested, totally untrustworthy. I didn’t know who was friend or foe, what alliances should be sought or avoided, or whether a step forward was actually a step back. How did one proceed in such a place?

I thought of gathering Coral in my arms and taking her up to continue sleeping on our bed, but the bedroom itself didn’t feel safe. In the end I collapsed onto the living room sofa, and prayed for a dream that might show me the way.

A way out of something, or a way to go in even further? Fuck if I knew.

I probably had circles under my eyes when I arrived at work. I’d only had one hour of fitful sleep, had made love to two women extensively, and I felt like invisible walls were tumbling down upon me, crushing me in the rubble of my own anxiety. It felt soooo good to have fucked Mira again, and to know that I would fuck her again soon. But the string of lies I had kept from Coral were bound to unravel, and she would know that I had hypnotized a host of beautiful women for my enjoyment, betraying her trust on so many levels.

Bill Littlefield met me at the elevator. “Anya Kroplewski is waiting for you in your office,” he said by way of greeting. “She tells us she signed on after your demonstration last night. Good work!”

I accepted kudos from several other members of the team on the way to my office. Inside, Anya sat on the leather couch, coming to her feet when I entered. We had a moment of awkwardness when she couldn’t decide whether to hug me or shake my hand. I went formal and took the hand, indicating that she should sit back down. Her interviewing over with nothing to prove, she had chosen sandals with tight black jeans for this visit, and an even tighter stretch blouse. She looked fashionably casual, and very stacked.

“You really didn’t need to come in this morning,” I said, wondering why she was here. “We took care of the preliminary paperwork last night — you’re already a member of the team, unless you’re having second thoughts.”

“No second thoughts,” she replied. “Just… I felt so fabulous when I woke up this morning. It was five a.m. and I went straight to the hotel gym. I was the first one there… This is incredible! I felt so focused and energized when I worked out! I feel healthier already!”

It had been a transformative night for the both of us — she couldn’t know it, but I felt like my life had changed even more significantly than hers. “That’s great,” I smiled, accepting the enthusiasm being beamed at me. “I just hope the effects from yesterday last. I can only help you to do the things you already want, after all.”

This was true. It was also a good reason to wonder whether Anya, like others, had any submerged fantasies about combining the technique with sex.

“Put me under again, just to make sure,” she urged. Her eyes narrowed in a pleasureful way, as though she could almost feel it as she said it, her body and mind relaxing into the unique state. Then she placed her hands on her hips, seeming to measure them. “I want to lose these pounds as soon as humanly possible. I’m so ready to be…”

I was certain she was going to say “even hotter”.

“…me,” she finished. “Finally… me!”

Her comment conveyed a great deal about the success of yesterday’s session, and I had the feeling that Anya Kroplewski would be seeing the world through new eyes from now on, eyes that undressed attractive women with more frequency and less guilt.

“I don’t know if I can,” I answered, looking at my watch. “We have a meeting soon, and it sets a bad example if I’m late.”

She kept her expression neutral, but I saw a tightening in her hands and jaw. She wanted that second session, and she wanted it now, before she traveled home to make the arrangements for her move.

“Please? Just a short session. Just the chocolate and gym things, really quick. Then I’ll go.”

I had the time, but didn’t want to appear too eager. I made one last gesture of indecision, and then relented. Locking the office door, I had Anya remove her shoes and glasses and lie back on the office couch. She went under more quickly this time, her wish for the state defusing the desire to study my methods as I administered the technique.

I hadn’t had a moment to strategize since “the event”, as I now thought of Mira’s re-appearance, but as I watched Anya slip into the immersion state, the ghosts of several ideas began to take shape. They didn’t gather into a solid way forward, but I sensed that I was going to need an ally as events proceeded. An ally, or an unwitting tool.

With my heart beating faster, I began by giving Anya additional support in her quest to lose weight. But then, as quickly as possible, I switched gears.

“You’re very relaxed, Anya. So relaxed, and open.”

“Relaxed and…open…”

“Follow Michael’s voice. You can follow Michael’s voice, trusting it and letting it guide you.”

“Guide…”

“Anya… I want you to picture your special woman for me. The one you couldn’t resist. The one who got away. Can you see her in your mind?’

“Yesss…”

“Describe her for me. What did she look like?”

Her mouth worked silently before any sound came out. “Dark hair, dark eyes. Younger, and very beautiful. Such… lovely lips… sensitive hands…”

“Those are the features that attracted you?”

“Yes.”

“What else?”

“Her spirit. And her… She was so… so…”

“So what, Anya? What was it about her that made her so special?”

“She was so… compliant,” she whispered, a hand coming to rest on the top of her left breast. “We… two puzzle pieces that fit together. She could… She was so… hot.”

Compliance. The step-sister of obedience? I pictured Anya in a new light, conflicted and guilt-wrenched as she’d “fallen” into a lesbian relationship, yet demanding in bed once she had. I caught glimpses of the interlocking patterns of a very human puzzle, and connected two of them, and saw the beauty of the fit.

“It’s sexy, succumbing to this technique. Isn’t it, Anya?”

No response.

“You can feel how Michael’s voice enters your mind, your being. The ability to alter another person’s behavior is exhilarating.”

She didn’t speak, but her mouth began to pucker. The movement was slight, but it was also sensuous. I’d bet money that she was beginning to go there on her own, before I even said the words.

“Imagine all the ways this techniques could be used to attract a lover, or to spice up sex. Imagine putting a beautiful woman in this state, and subtly bending her to your will. Imagine a woman continually haunted by your voice, and desperate for your touch, irresistibly drawn to you as with no other before. Imagine a woman being affected like that, masturbating every single night as she’s dying to be hypnotized by you again and again. Dying to become your lover. Dying to be your submissive partner. Dying to do whatever you wish.”

Anya’s lips were closed but moving, and I smiled when a hand lifted slowly, coming to rest on the zipper of her jeans. This was a very dangerous game I was playing, but that wouldn’t stop me.

“Dream about this when you masturbate, Anya. Let your professional desire to master the immersion technique meld with the desires of your body. When you see a woman who attracts you, picture her in your mind, lying in front of you, completely unguarded and open to accept your wishes. See yourself playing with her mind the way you’d like to play with her body. See yourself as her secret guide, her secret master.”

With extended fingers, her hand began to rub at the crotch of her jeans. As I watched Anya lightly caressing both her groin and her boob, I suddenly felt in over my head again, like I was in a flimsy rowboat casting hypnotic fishing lines into Loch Ness, and just hoping for the best.

I spent one additional minute repeating over and over how much Anya should trust me, and feel able to confide in me about anything. We would be colleagues, but also friends. Michael was a good person. Michael could be confided in, even with the most personal of information. Michael was understanding and kind, and could always be trusted to do the right thing.

I had her move her hands back into neutral territory before ending the session. She smiled broadly when she came out of it, placing her glasses back on the bridge of her nose and looking at me with grateful eyes.

“I don’t think you understand how alive I feel when we do that!” she breathed, exhilarated. “I can’t wait to be able to master this technique, so that I can help people and… and…”

I tilted my head and feigned ignorance. “And?”

“Um… nothing,” she answered, although I could see that even now it was far from nothing. She looked genuinely puzzled, like an idea had been glimpsed that she didn’t know what to do with. “Just help people, and care for them. That’s all I ever really wanted.”

Nice woman. Nice try, .too. Consciously she might still believe in herself as Saint Anya, but I knew better. It wouldn’t take long, I was sure, before she knew better, too.

My mind wandered during the morning’s interviews, and I let my colleagues take up the slack. I kept imagining Anya lying in lavender-scented bathwater, pinching her nipples with soapy fingers as she fantasized about easing a beautiful woman into the immersion state. How would she react in a real situation, when her sexual desires clashed with professional ethics? I’d cracked a door open, but it wasn’t a given that she would actually walk through it.

I didn’t answer it, but my cell phone kept vibrating during the morning’s final interview. Every time I felt it buzzing against my thigh, I had the vision of Mira’s fingertips reaching out through the device to stroke my cock.

When we broke for lunch, I checked and saw that it had not been Mira. It was Coral, every time. I called her back and she answered on the first ring.

“What’s up?” I asked, ready for anything.

“My nipples! They’ve never been stiffer, or more needy. Come home early so we can fuck.”

“That’s… interesting,” I remarked.

“You have other people around you,” she correctly surmised.

“Check.”

“Checkmate. Get your sexy ass home a.s.a.p., and that’s an order. I… I need to suck you off.”

Her choice of the word “need” created instant heat inside my trousers. “I’ll see what I can…”

“Do it! I’m… We never finished from last night. We have so much to talk about and… Just hurry! I can feel you in my mouth already!”

“I’ll be there soon,” I assured her.

I invented an excuse for Bill to pass on to the rest of the team. We only had three male candidates scheduled for the afternoon, and that would be it for the interviews. I expressed confidence in the ability of the rest of the team to evaluate these candidates without me, and hurried home, excited and a bit anxious.

The house was silent when I entered. On a hunch I went to the kitchen, and grinned when I saw a bunch of large bananas sitting in a cut glass bowl on the counter. She’d been grocery shopping, and had thought to buy practice equipment. I began to wonder how much progress a woman could make in one day.

It was an overcast sky outside, and relatively dark in the house as I climbed the stairs to the second floor. Our bedroom was to the right; Coral’s studio down the hall to the left. Both rooms were becoming sex rooms. Add in my office up above and it was like the top of the house had become a laboratory testing the effects of actual and presumed hypnosis during sex.

I thought I could feel Coral’s heat emanating from our bedroom, and approached that door, which was closed. Coral was waiting for me, crouched cat-like on the bed in a fire engine red corset and matching stockings and heels. These had to have been recent purchases, as I’d never seen my wife dressed like this before. Her already tiny waist was further pinched in, making her uncontained billowy boobs appear even more exaggerated in scale.

A gust of air blew in through the open windows, ruffling the curtains and moving wisps of Coral’s fine hair in front of her face. I smelled fresh air, and my wife’s wet pussy, and also Mira’s scent in the room from the night before.

Coral breathed heavily, and motioned me to come to her. At the side of the bed she caught hold of my belt with two fingers, and pulled me closer. She caressed her tits and her rock hard nipples with one hand as the other undid my belt, and unzipped my zipper. My hard-on sprang out, slapping her on the chin, and before my pants were halfway down my legs she had her tongue circling the head of my cock.

“We need to talk…” she managed between licks. “…about important things.”

She drew me into her mouth a couple of inches, squeezing with her lips. “What important things?” I asked, going a little dreamy eyed.

Lick. Suck. Smack, her lips so full and wet. “I’m discovering that I can be a very bad girl. And greedy. Very, very greedy.” She drew me in deeper, swishing saliva.

“Greedy… how?”

She released me from her mouth and wrapped both small hands around my dick, gliding her palms tightly against the sensitive flesh.

“I want you to do bad things for me. I want to make you… my accomplice.”

Back inside her mouth, but with the hands sill active. I was excited as hell, because I could see where she was going. “Accomplice at what?” I asked, breathing heavier.

Coral let go of my cock, straightening to let a thick trail of saliva ooze down between her tits. She lifted her breasts from the undersides and I knew where to lean, feeling the soft pliant flesh surround my meat from both sides. She was laying on the persuasion, her version of twisting my arm with her incredible tits.

“Be a bad boy for me, Michael. What you can do… with your talent… I’ve been dying to suck your cock all day. I’ve needed to. I’ve been dying to! You… made me. You put it in my mind last night. I’m… under your spell…”

God, her tits felt so great. I palmed fistfuls of her hair, and leaned forward to look down her back, drinking in the sight of her tiny waist, flaring out at her hips, the small of her back curving into perfectly rounded ass cheeks.

“You wanted me to put it in your mind,” I breathed.

“And it worked! My God, it worked! Imagine, just imagine… the possibilities…” She pressed her tits tighter around me, and made them slide more vigorously. “You’re so much better with the technique. It’s what you do, it’s your talent, and… Oh God, oh God…”

“What are you asking me to do, Coral?” I already knew the answer, of course. It was just so hot to hear her say it.

“Hypnotize… Mira…”

“Mira, specifically?”

“Or others. Just… Oh God, just imagine them! Hypnotizing them… Giving them irresistible urges…”

She must have gotten off so much, believing she had hypnotized Judith and Mira this very way.

“Trapping them with their own desires,” she went on, almost gasping out the words. ”Making them beg… for sex…”

Her lusty twisted desires were completely out, just as she adjusted herself to take my cock back inside her mouth. Coral wasn’t great at giving head yet — she still couldn’t take in much of my length, but she used her hands more effectively than in the past, combining oral stimulation with one hell of a hand-job.

I reached down and squeezed her big tits as she worked me, and didn’t warn her when I was ready to blow my load. I stifled the groan that wanted to escape my lips and she moaned in surprise when I blasted away inside her mouth. But then she sucked even more greedily, drinking me down.

I leaned back to watch Coral’s face as she absorbed the taste of my cum for the very first time. She seemed to be savoring it, letting it play on her tongue like a fine wine. She slowly sucked on my cock some more, making sure that every drop was gone. Eventually she opened her mouth, letting me go while flopping back onto the bed with a loud sigh.

“Ohhhhh, why haven’t I ever done that before?” she asked, her eyes glassy. “I love your cum, I love it!”

I knew she would come quickly if I began to manhandle her tits or go down on her. Instinct told me to talk with her first, diving right into the manipulative zone she’d begun to reveal a few moments before.

“You want me to abuse the immersion technique,” I said. “That’s what you want from me.”

“Oh yesss… I know it’s immoral. I know it’s unethical. But I… I still…”

I was lying beside Coral now, and reached out, and plucked at the nipple of her left breast. She gasped, a hand going down to play between her legs. I shifted, so that I could flick at one nipple with my tongue, pinching and pulling at its twin.

“I had a dream about that a little while back, Coral. In the dream, I was a magician onstage, and you were my assistant. There were women we knew, all half-naked and posed on stools. And then this big spiral disc came down, and we could hypnotize the women, and make them do anything. And what I wanted in the dream, more than anything, was to make them want to fuck us.”

“Who… were the women?”

“Judith,” I answered quickly, deliberately withholding Mira’s name. “And Grace, and Lucinda. We were hypnotizing them together, you and me. Hypnotizing them to fuck them. To make them need to fuck us.”

“Oh God, that would be so… It’s so hot! You understand!”

I understood so much more than she could imagine, and this was the moment to give her a tiny taste of the truth. It was a risk — I’d have to withhold so much, and steer her only to the places I wanted her to go. It was inevitable now that she would find out some things, whether I wanted her to or not. She needed to become familiar with this side of me, perhaps softening the blows of future revelations.

“I understand perfectly how the immersion technique could be used to turn a beautiful woman into an unconscious love-slave,” I began. “I know that shadowy desires could be inflamed; new all-consuming life breathed into barely conscious fantasies.”

“Oh God! That makes me feel all… tingly…”

“I understand this because… I’ve done it.”

She sucked in breath, her legs spreading wider.

“There was another woman in the dream, Coral. A woman from my past. A woman you don’t know. I… hypnotized her for sex, months before we met. It was a terrible lapse, but I… I couldn’t resist.”

She let out a little cry as I pulled at her nipple more aggressively. The bed vibrated and I could hear the rapid squishing sounds from her fingers working at her vagina. Her lips were parted, eyes closed — she looked like she might come just from the words.

“I fantasized about it just like you, and I got inside her head. I got inside her head hard.”

An inward-breathing gasp, her eyeballs moving back and forth under closed lids. She slowed down the flicking between her legs, but didn’t stop. “Who?” she exhaled. “Tell me… all the details. I want to know… everything!”