I’d known that Judith would choose hypnosis over giving me a blowjob, even though she’d eagerly sunk to her knees in the kitchen. It was that earlier conversation a couple of weeks before, about being made to “feel things intensely”. Though I didn’t have a clue what she was after, the thought of being hypnotized excited her, and she wasn’t stupid. All guys have dicks that can be blown, but how many can bring the mind and body together through such a potent form of hypnosis?

Watching her fetching ass climb the stairs to my office, I withdrew my initial assessment — this girl was stupid, if she thought she could force my hand like this without consequences. What she was doing was probably more reckless than mean-spirited — it sounded like Judith had some sort of hypno-fetish, or wanted to use me to tweak or intensify some other fetish. I could imagine how this all made sense to her, if I wanted to. I could feel some sympathy for the impetuousness of youth, or the human failing of biting off more than one can chew.

Fuck that. Even if her blackmailing methods had not really been intended to do me personal harm, this piece of teenage ass had threatened me in my own home, jeopardizing my marriage. Without knowing it, she had threatened to expose my past sins, too, which would surely cost me my career, perhaps even landing me in prison.

My cock was hard and angry when we reached my office. I pointed to the leather psychiatrist’s couch as I closed and locked the door, and studied the curves of Judith’s body as she leaned to remove her heels. She was a great-looking girl, and had figured me out enough to dress as I wished Coral would dress — elegantly whorish.

My heart beat wildly, and it occurred to me that I had never put someone into the immersion state when my emotions were this volatile. It felt like my balls were two boiling cauldrons, perhaps for the very reason that I felt months of restraint collapsing all around me. I had tried so hard to move on from these sorts of sexual manipulations, to create a world with Coral where I could be a new Michael, a more upstanding Michael. Now I had Mira cyber-invading my home and an eighteen year-old minx in black lingerie thinking she could hijack my special skills, and play me.

“What do I do?” Judith asked. “Lie on my back with my arms folded over my waist?”

You do any fucking thing I tell you to do, I thought. I recognized the impulse as insanely dangerous and self-destructive, if not checked. Was it already too late, though? With events moving so unpredictably, it seemed that there could be no escape from the misdeeds of the past, because they were all here, inside of me and inside my home. My mischievous manipulations had always been here to some degree, in my thoughts, and dreams, and the long string of evasions and lies. Now the past had taken shape, putting on black stockings and heels to twist my arm.

I had to regain control, and I had an extremely powerful weapon at my disposal, the very weapon Judith wanted. It was time to use it, not only with my pleasure in mind, but my fucking survival.

“Yes, lie back,” I directed. ”Arrange yourself so that you can relax every part of your body.”

“I need to tell you what I want you to do,” she said, settling in.

“Of course. This is all about you, after all.” I kept my voice calm, almost timid, and she didn’t pick up on the sarcasm. “Why do you want this, Judith? You’ve obviously thought about it. You were even waiting for this, weren’t you? For a chance for us to be alone to do this.”

One corner of her mouth turned up. “Me and my boyfriend… We’ve been trying to find my G-spot for months. He says that every woman has one, but… We’re still looking. I think he might be disappointed in me, and I need to please him.”

I kept myself from laughing out loud. The most recent ultrasound research I knew of indicated that perhaps fifteen percent of the female population even had the elusive pressure point. And what kind of twisted relationship did Judith have with this boyfriend? “You want me to find your G-spot through hypnosis? That’s what this is about?”

“Yes! And maybe…” Something in her demeanor changed. Whereas she’d been confident before, even threatening to blackmail me, I watched something inside of her soften, or shrink. “You can hypnotize parts of the body,” she stated, closing her eyes. “Just give me my G-spot. I’m… in your hands now.”

It was all too ridiculous. Besides that, I didn’t believe for one second that she’d divulged the real reasons for wanting this so badly. Perhaps she’d talked it all over with the boyfriend, the possibility of being hypnotized. Perhaps this unknown dipshit had put her up to it, which meant that Judith was not really the one at fault. None of which mattered. She was a perilous element in my home, and I would learn her truths. Once Judith succumbed to the technique, there was very little — perhaps nothing — that she could hide from me.

It took barely more than two minutes to put her into the immersion state, which had to be a record for a first-time induction. Whether it was her enthusiasm, or being so young… She was the youngest person I’d worked with to this point, by at least four years. Interesting to me, her youth made me feel that I was taking advantage of her in a special way. Some areas of the brain, especially those involving decision-making and the assessment of risk, are not fully formed until the early twenties. Could college-age teens be especially susceptible to the technique? It could be a new area of study for our program.

Or an opportunity to easily control and seduce students. Maybe even some of Coral’s students.

Filing that thought away for a rainy multiple-pussy day, I admired this girl's healthy curvy body, donned in the sexy black undergarments. Lovely cleavage and the tight muscles of her waist showed through the lacy middle of her corset, and her legs in the black stockings softly shimmered, the light from the curtained window defining their shapely curves. I leaned in and studied the darker seam at the top of the left stocking, and the way her youthful flesh bulged just slightly as it exited the constricting nylon. These were tanned thighs, strong and perfectly smooth all the way down to the sliver of black fabric that barely covered her pussy. She had known what she was doing, dressing as a temptress, almost a Lolita. Here in my hypnotic hands, however, Judith was completely open, and unfocused, awaiting my voice, and purpose, and direction. My direction. Not the boyfriend’s. Mine.

“Do you really want to find your G-spot?” I began.

“K…kind of…”

“Was that your boyfriend’s idea?”

“Yes, at first. He… says there’s something wrong with me. He wants me to enjoy sex more.”

She probably wasn’t all that into him; either that or the lazy ass wanted her screaming without going through the trouble of making her scream. “But you had other pressing reasons for being hypnotized, didn’t you Judith?” I followed.

“Y…yes.”

“Tell me.”

She seemed to struggle inside, the muscles of her mouth tensing, even wiggling, but no words coming out. It was quite unusual.

“Why did you want Michael to hypnotize you?” I tried again. “It feels good to speak the truth to Michael. It’s the best feeling in the world, telling Michael what he asks to hear.”

To my amazement, she did not answer, the strange writhing of her lips continuing. Was she resisting the directions?

“Listen closely, Judith,” I persisted. “I need to hear your reasons for wishing to be hypnotized. Your reasons, not those you’ve been given by somebody else. You’ve wanted to be hypnotized for weeks, I know you have. Tell me why.”

“I… want to be submissive and… bi.”

Well well, a two-for-one. “Sexually submissive? As in slave and master? That’s what turns you on?”

“Oh yesss…”

“Have you ever been someone’s slave?”

The wiggling lips, rather than words.

“Have you ever made love with a woman?”

“Only… petting.”

I chuckled at the quaint term. This girl was a potential goldmine, only it didn’t add up. Submissives, I knew, are what they are for any number of reasons, and to differing degrees. Some love the carefree feeling that comes from delegating decision-making to others. Some feel burdened by a surfeit of control in other aspects of their lives, so enjoying the thrill of an about-face in the bedroom. Some have weakly-formed personalities to begin with, or use the dynamic to feel they have become a part of something larger than themselves. Still others experience submissive behavior as a pathway around religious training, or other forms of sexual repression, or deeply rooted feelings of guilt or shame. And some, I supposed, are just kinky. If taken deep into sadomasochistic territory, replete with whips and chains, it might be considered very kinky.

I knew zilch about the specifics of Judith’s upbringing, and this wasn’t therapy, where I was paid to care. But I did know that aggressively instigating blowjobs and threatening men with sexual blackmail did not fit the submissive profile. Trust did, though — it was an integral component of any “healthy” sub/dom relationship. If Judith’s threats had merely been desperate tools to create the sub/dom relationship she so strongly desired, where she trustingly placed her being in my hands…

“Being hypnotized this deeply might be seen as the ultimate submissive act,” I concluded out loud.

“Oh yesss…”

As modeling for an artist might also be, on a different level. Being told how to stand, and where. Being told to not-move, and scolded if you did. Becoming an aesthetic mannequin, a pose-puppet. The pose-puppet of an extremely sexy woman. It was easy to imagine how working for Coral might have brought both of this girl’s repressed fantasies to the surface, stirring her inner pot until she felt ready to blow, and needed to act out.

“How far does this go, Judith? Have you wanted Coral to discipline you? Have you and Coral even fooled around?”

“N…no. She… mmm… mmmuhhh!” I watched, fascinated, as her mouth twisted again, the words choked off in a gust of hot air. It appeared as though she was resisting telling me what I wanted to hear — was able to resist. And she wanted to be submissive?

“But you are attracted to Coral,” I stated.

“Oh God yes. Coral is… mmmmmmnnnnn…”

It was more like yummy sounds this time. “Then tell me what you want with me. Tell me what you’ve fantasized being done to you through hypnosis.”

“I… my hypno… hyp…”

“Hypnotist.”

“Yes. They make me obey. They make me… get hot… when I obey. So hot… And…”

“And?”

“They… push buttons… unknown to me. They make me feel, and do… And I can’t help it! I… ohhhh God, yes, I can’t help it!”

Listening to and watching this teen melt while describing what I loved most had me ready to blow my hypno-wad. I’d never thought of my talents in these exact terms before, but perhaps I should.

“Why did you want to give Michael a blowjob so badly?” I asked next, trying to complete the puzzle.

“Mmmm… Muhhh…” she garbled, her mouth continuing to malfunction. Was it her youth, or her kink about submissiveness, causing these strange misfirings?

I might have kept beating at it, but there wasn’t time. With Coral due to return in fifteen or twenty minutes, the twisting roadways inside of Judith’s mind could not be traveled, not now. Later, though, if I made certain this would happen again…

I felt like slapping myself for not doing this before, giving myself a psychic free pass into every woman I’d ever hypnotized. I might have been able to exorcise Mira’s cock-lust, for instance. Or, if it struck my fancy, I could have gradually turned Coral into the world’s most determined cock-sucker in the weeks since our wedding. Doing that would have meant committing to my sins, however, and I hadn’t wanted that, or had struggled with wanting that. Now, however, the sins were following me, giving me no choice.

Unable to get everything I wanted out of Judith, it was time to force my desires inside. Her resistance to the commands was non-existent, and I had this paradoxical feeling as my words gripped her will, that I was doing right by her by fulfilling her deepest fantasies.

She was not to tell Coral or anyone else about being hypnotized by me, or anything else that transpired in this office. To the boyfriend, she would explain that my technique could only help alleviate pain. I could not make people do or feel things — that was all a juvenile fantasy about hypnosis, and what it could do.

“You… can’t… make…”

“But you know better, Judith. You know, deep down in a completely silent place, that Michael’s technique can affect you deeply, especially with additional attempts. You want Michael to hypnotize you again. You need Michael to hypnotize you again.”

“N…need.”

“You feel new energy coursing inside your vagina, Judith. You feel new sexual life between your thighs, and you know, deep down, that Michael can make you feel even more. Far more.”

“More. I want… more!”

“You want more? Dump your boyfriend, then. Tell him that you hate his ignorance about your G-spot, and leave him like the worthless piece of shit he is.”

“Piece of… shit…”

“His cock is a piece of shit, too. You don’t want something like that in your mouth ever again, do you Judith? It’s disgusting, your boyfriend's cock.”

Her lips scrunched back. She was picturing the dipshit’s repulsive tool.

“From now on, you will be consumed by fantasies of obeying Michael, and pleasing him. You would do anything for him — just thinking about doing what he wishes makes your pussy gush. And you recognize that Michael’s hypnotic talents are your key to happiness, your key to sexual fulfillment.”

“Full… fill…”

“But you cannot say a word of this to anybody, especially Coral. You cannot show the excitement you feel about Michael in any way, not unless you are in this office. Do you understand?”

“Yesss…”

“Who is Michael, Judith?”

“My… secret master.”

“What does Michael hold, Judith?”

“The key.”

“To what?”

“My sexual… fulfi