The ringing of the phone startled me out of a dream at nine in the morning. I didn’t stir nearly fast enough to answer it, while Coral and Judith didn’t even move. They lay together on Coral’s studio floor, their naked bodies partially covered by strewn nurse’s outfits of various types. One of Judith’s hands had found a restful perch upon Coral’s right breast, the open palm cupping roundly upon its expanse. Thin beams of morning light slipped under the drawn shades of two east-facing windows, brilliantly striping the wooden floor beside their intertwined legs. The scene looked so perfect to me that I found Coral’s camera and snapped a few shots before heading downstairs to make coffee and shower the night’s sex away.

My dick felt pleasantly sore as I lathered in the hot spray, and it began to stiffen as I recalled the dream I’d been having when the phone rang. It had started out much as the night had actually been, having sex with Coral and Judith together in Coral’s studio. At some point I noticed other beautiful women sitting or kneeling around a small fire, burning right in the center of the room. Some of the women were familiar — Mira and Anya, Grace and Lucinda. Others I’d never seen before, but they were all alluring, and sensual, and most importantly — controllable.

I approached them, feeling confident to the point of cockiness, and used the fire as a focusing tool. I instructed the women to stare into the flames, and feel a corresponding heat growing in their loins. As the women listened to my soothing voice and fell into the fire’s spell, they began to strip, their bodies writhing, tossing their clothes into the fire. The flames erupted from the new fuel, and the women fell upon each other, tongues lapping at opened thighs, hands grasping at sweating breasts. Suddenly Coral was there, dancing around the orgiastic circle of overcome women with a camera in her hands, photographing the glistening bodies, documenting the primal energy of the lust-swept lovelies. As the women’s heat grew, so did the fire burning at the center, until flames licked at the ceiling, beginning to catch the structure of our house on fire. Seeing the danger, I called out to Coral, trying to get help, but she was too absorbed in her work to listen, and the flames kept spreading.

A hot sex dream, or a nightmare? Even my cock, half-erect in the shower, seemed undecided.

I thought I understood the dream’s message. I could heat up a number of hypnotized women, moving them around on invisible psychic strings. I could accentuate their weaknesses and accelerate their drives, but could I apply the brakes if unexpected dangers suddenly arose? Not every woman was as obedient as Judith, and runaway lust was a volatile chemical. In the dream’s language, the house was me, and the runaway lust I’d created could become a destructive force. I’d need to be careful, making certain that “my” women didn’t do stupid things that attracted the wrong kind of attention my way.

Judith leaving the house today, for example. Perhaps no neighbors had noticed that a beautiful teenager had arrived late at night and never left. I’d have to make certain that she didn’t walk to her car wearing her obliterated dress, and smelling like she’d fucked an entire army of Corals all night long.

And what about the series of drawings in Coral’s studio? When the sex had moved downstairs in the night, I had become the model, and Coral the photographer. Judith had sucked me off a second time — I had promised her the chance, after all — dressed up in yet another fantasy nurse’s costume. It had felt a bit strange, placing Judith into the immersion state and guiding her into giving me a hypnotized blowjob, with Coral snapping pictures the entire time. But I warmed up to the task, and warmed up even further later on, when fucking Coral from behind while Judith mouth-mauled her tits.

I wondered what those photos looked like. The camera had been stationary, placed upon a tripod, and Coral had kept a camera remote in her hand the entire time we’d become a threesome. Would she actually draw or paint our three bodies intertwined, and how recognizable would we be as ourselves? It was one thing to become an anonymous and iconic hypno-rapist on paper or canvas; another to be Michael, the hypno-therapist, distorting the cheeks of Judith, my client, with my engorged cock.

I pondered the dangers over coffee, and suddenly remembered the phone call that had awakened me. It was Anya, of all people, on the machine, informing me that she would be in town the next afternoon to look for an apartment.

Anya. Sexy and soon to be unrepentantly bi or lesbian Anya, returning surprisingly quickly. Gears began to turn in my brain, and I felt myself growing hard again. Yes there were hazards to the plans forming in my mind, but rewards, too. I rang her back at the number she’d given, and she picked up almost immediately.

‘You must think I’m crazy!” she began. “I mean, I just left, and now I’m coming back!”

“Are things moving that fast?” I asked.

“I handed in my resignation the moment I got back into town. I’ve already spoken to a real estate agent about putting the house on the market, and I’ve been awake since four in the morning, packing my life into boxes. It’s funny — I keep getting these flashes of myself at your hospital, watching you administer the technique, learning all the ins and outs of hypnotizing your patients…”

“Our patients,” I corrected.

“Yes, our patients. I want to get up there quickly, get started, get settled in…”

“You really don’t need to rush, Anya.”

“I know, but… I feel so ready to learn from you and begin a new life! It’s driving me crazy, having all these unfilled holes in my vision of the life I’m moving towards.”

“Makes sense,” I replied, although she couldn’t know how. Filling holes, ins and outs… Her choice of words, not even really heard by her ears, told the story and had me grinning.

“I feel so… liberated!” she suddenly volunteered. “Now that I’m turning this page, I can’t imagine why I even had to think about it. I need to get up there a.s.a.p. to study that technique with you.”

“Your enthusiasm is inspiring. I hope the job meets your expectations.”

“It isn’t just the job. It’s having a new life in a new city, with new possibilities… Which is why I’m being a pest in calling you. I’d like to know whether you could go apartment hunting with me tomorrow. I wouldn’t know where to look, what prices are correct, that sort of thing. I feel like I can trust your judgment, your… perspective. I know it’s super-short notice, and an imposition…”

“Hey, it will be a lazy Sunday otherwise. I’d be happy to help, although I’m still relatively new to the city myself. It would be good if my wife could come. Also, one of her colleagues is married to a real estate agent. Perhaps we could learn of a few things before you even arrive.”

“Fabulous! Can you ask her? Is she there?”

She was here, but still sleeping off the wildest night of sex in her life, and at present I didn’t even know if she’d be able to walk.

“Give me a description of what you think you’re looking for,” I suggested, “and then we’ll get back to you.”

She wanted an apartment as opposed to a house, something bright and spacious, and a large bathroom with a Jacuzzi wouldn’t hurt. She kept stressing the light, and when I pressed, she admitted to being something of an indoor gardener.

“I have a yard,” she explained, “but I like to create a special environment where I actually live, which is inside. You know, little bubbling fountains, heat and exotic orchids, all that humid semi-tropical stuff.”

I got it. Delicate flowering plants that looked like sex organs, living in a perpetual state of moist, dripping heat. Anya’s repressed desires had found an additional form of expression over the years, and I revised my mental picture of her bathroom, and the environment surrounding the tub where she liked to masturbate.

We made arrangements to pick her up at the train station, and then rang off. My heart was racing; even so, I drank more coffee, letting caffeine and morning light chase away cobwebs, and illuminate the proper strategy.

I knew what Anya meant when she spoke of a new life in a new city. Free of old friends and acquaintances, there would be no one to question her if she started to develop new patterns. It isn’t just the job, she had said. Damn straight it wasn’t the job. It was the hypnotism, already unraveling her inhibitions, propelling her into the great unknown and straight into my clutches.

I didn’t see any advantage in introducing her to Judith sooner than planned, because Anya didn’t know the first thing about administering the technique yet. Otherwise, I had one basic question teasing at my brain about all of this: What kind of reaction would Anya have when she got a look at Coral? Actually, that made two questions, because what would Coral do when she got a look at Anya?

I’d been serious when I’d told Coral that Anya was off-limits as a fuckmate. It just felt like one step too far, to bring all of this crazy sex stuff into the hospital.

I turned the pieces of the puzzle around and around, and halfway through my third cup of coffee I felt comfortable with things. I could put Coral on a leash regarding Anya — I didn’t think she was so far gone, especially right after getting so much sex, that she’d go Tasmanian devil on me. And what better means to heighten Anya’s lust for hypno-seduction — a lust she might not have even consciously come to terms with yet — than to dangle a piece of forbidden female fuck-fruit right in front of her nose?

“That… was amazing,” I heard behind me.

Coral stood at the entryway, completely naked. Her hair was everywhere, and her mountainous breasts, the flesh normally so smooth and creamy, were streaked pink. The insides of her thighs were even redder.

She padded forward, and gave me a tight boob-smushing hug. She hadn’t yet showered, and smelled like Coral-cunt and Judith-cunt concentrates thrown into a blender.

“Is Judith still sleeping?”

“Like a lamb. I couldn’t bring myself to awaken her, although I need to get her out of the studio. I need to work with these new images, combine things, get them on paper…”

“I understand. I’ll go upstairs and wake her up. Actually, It’s important that I work with her in my office before she leaves.”

Coral leaned back, searching my eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re going to turn her back into a pumpkin."

“I have to,” I replied. And with a straight face, I said: “I don’t think we can send a woman out into the world all hypnotized to crave wild sex,” to a woman I’d hypnotized to go out in the world craving wild sex.

Coral’s eyes looked dreamy, her lips pouting. “I… wouldn’t mind it if she went out into the world dripping for me. I get all tingly just thinking about it.”

“It’s tempting, I know. But I would never do that.”

“Why not? If Judith walks down the supermarket aisle gasping and fingering the crotch of her shorts, no one would know that it’s our fault.”

“Isn’t Judith going to end up modeling for you in your drawing class? And school starts in what — less than two weeks?”

No answer, but I could see that the point had registered.

“Imagine how that would go if we left her jets burning at full blast as you suggest. She’d have a meltdown for your tits right in front of twenty or thirty teenagers. She wouldn’t be able to hide her lust, and might masturbate rather than model. She’d lose her job and you’d be on the way to losing yours.”

Coral lowered her head. “I guess you’re right. It’s just that… You said you left some suggestions percolating in that huge-titted stripper you knew, in Rose Bloom.”

A.k.a. Rosita. “Nothing much, really. Nothing that would ever cause any…”

“Relax,” she soothed, reaching down to cup my balls through my pants. “Just make it so Judith needs a night like last night again, okay?” Coral’s hand circled my groin, rubbing more vigorously. She definitely knew how to sway any argument her way.

“Okay,” I agreed, rapidly growing hard.

“Because I know I’m going to need it again, Michael. Soon. I don’t know about you, but I’ve just gotten started. We’ve ignited a fire inside of me. I have… so many desires, and they’re… so strong. This one,” she stated, her gaze lowering to my groin, her hand squeezing my hardness. “This one… Oh God, this one…”

I knew what was coming. I’d helped to create it and here it was.

“I’ve been practicing for you,” she whispered, right before attacking by belt and zipper, pushing me against the counter near the sink. Falling to her knees, she took my cock into her hands, rolling it in her palms, warming me up. “I’m going to be the best there is at this one day,” she declared, right before slurping my cock inside her mouth. From the first moment, I could tell that she really had been practicing. The blowjob she gave was a tongue-swirling one that rivaled the gusto and artfulness that Judith could bring to the deed. I really didn’t need this — I felt sated for the most part from the night’s exploits — but Coral was relentless, humming my cock until I did need it. I brought my hands to the back of her head, my legs trembling, urging her to take even more of my length into her small mouth.

She went for it all at once, jamming her face into the flesh at the base of my dick. And once there deep-throating me, she seemed to flip into