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Written 04/96 by RC. Comments and suggestions welcomed.
"Extra Effort"
by RC
As soon as I saw her, I knew I wanted her. There was only one
problem. She was my teacher in my advanced psych class, and I was about half
her age. The only other possible stumbling block was that since I was a
female as well, she might have a hard time accepting my advances.
She was in her early forties. Dark hair to her shoulders, just
beginning to betray a bit of grey. Deep dark eyes. A trim, well-endowed body.
And no wedding ring. In spite of the hurdles I would have to overcome, I knew
I wanted her badly.
So I decided to stack the deck in my favor.
I'm not dumb. Far from it. My GPA was 3.74 over three and a half
years. But in this class, I decided to play the fool. More or less.
I asked dumb questions. I raised my hand and gave wrong answers. As
the semester went on, she became more and more annoyed with me. Finally,
after failing another quiz, she told me to stay after class for a few minutes
because she had to talk to me. This was just before midterms.
As the class filed out, she sat at her desk looking through a file.
I sat there waiting. The room was now empty except for the two of us. She
looked up, and then stood and told me to follow her. Right into my hands!
We went to her office. Small, in a corner of the lower floor of the
building, out of the way of everyone. Perfect. She sat down and leaned back.
She looked at me and sighed.
"Laura, what am I going to do with you?" I held back a smile as I
imagined all the things she was going to do with me.
"What do ya mean?" I asked as I popped my bubble gum.
She rolled her eyes. "Linda, I don't think you take this class as
seriously as you should. There are some very important ideas here that you
have to have an understanding of. I've looked at your records, and you're a
very bright student. Why are you having so much trouble in this class? Is it
me, Linda? Am I doing something wrong as a teacher?"
All you're doing is making me horny, I thought. I shook my head,
snapping another bubble. She looked disgusted and leafed through the papers
on her desk. I studied her closely.
A blue dress, about halfway above the knees. No cleavage showing,
nothing racy. Just a nice blue business-type dress. I wondered what type of
bra she was wearing, whether her panties would betray her excitement as our
meeting progressed. I blew another bubble.
"Ms. Richards? Can I ask you something?" She sighed and looked up at
me. I stared into her eyes.
"This stuff about hypnosis, and this newfangled NLP stuff. I don't
get it. I mean, NLP, some kind of programming? Is that like programming your
brain like you do a computer? I took a computer course once, and you had to
tell it things in a real specific way or they got confused. And if you just
kept telling them really weird things, they got so confused they just kind
of shut down."
She was staring at me with a puzzled expression now. Her mouth opened
as if to reply to my speech, but I went right on.
"And this hypnosis stuff. I mean, all it really seems to be is having
someone concentrate totally on something or someone, and then while their
attention is focused on that, your suggestions bypass their mental defences.
Kind of like that NLP stuff, it seems. Maybe the two could work together and
you could use some of that NLP stuff to hypnotize someone." Which was exactly
what I was now doing. Ms. Richards was just staring at me, her lips parted a
bit from her attempt to speak a few moments before. She looked confused, and
I didn't give her a chance to collect her thoughts.
"So it seems like if you want to hypnotize someone, you just have
them focus all of their attention on something. Then, while they're staring
at something, maybe even like my eyes, you just talk to them, try some of
this NLP stuff, and use specific words to cause specific reactions. And while
they concentrate on whatever they concentrate on, like my eyes, the
suggestions they receive are implanted directly into their subconscious. So
before too long, if I just keep talking about hypnosis, and concentrating,
and NLP techniques, whoever is staring into my eyes will soon go into a deep
trance. A very deep trance state. Deeper and deeper. Their mind will become
open, receptive. Willing to accept new and different ideas. Very willing. So
willing. So open. So receptive. Deeper and deeper. Deeper and deeper. Going
into a deep trance now. A very deep, deep trance. So willingly. The powerful
combination of NLP and hypnotic suggestions quickly induce a very deep, deep
trance state. Am I right, Ms. Richards?"
Ms. Richards sat there, stunned. From nowhere, her problem pupil had
suddenly picked up on the lessons of the past few weeks! How was that
possible, she wondered? Linda was sitting there, calmly explaining exactly
how to induce a trance! And she had it correct on top of that. Wait a minute,
she just asked whether she was right. Ms. Richards found it hard to reply
for some reason, but managed to say yes.
There was a very, very long pause as she just stared back at me.
After a while, her jaw began to twitch. Finally, she managed to say yes. I
held back a smile, still holding her eyes with mine.
"So I had all that right, Ms. Richards? About the trance, and the
focusing of attention, and the quick induction of a very deep trance?"
The pause wasn't quite as long this time before she said yes.
"Ms. Richards, when people go into trance, they allow themselves to
do so because they trust the person who is aiding them in achieving that
state, is that correct?"
This was incredible. The sudden change in Linda's demeanor, from
gum-chewing, wisecracking problem student to self-assured, well-informed
young woman, was too much for her to accept right away. That she had been
able to turn herself around in such a short time...Trust. She mentioned
trust. How could I not trust someone who spent the time and energy to
learn so much?
"....Yes."
"And the person who enters trance has demonstrated a willingness to
obey the suggestions of the person who aided them in achieving that state,
is that correct?"
"...Yes...."
"So, Ms. Richards. Tell me. Have you entered a trance state?"
Ms. Richards looked totally confused. Her mind was shifting rapidly,
too rapidly, between wonder at Linda's transformation and the growing sense
of calmness and peace which seemed to be gradually enveloping her. This is
incredible, she thought as her conscious mind winked out. Incredible....
There was another very long pause. Her eyes seemed to glaze over,
and she wore a sexy, helpless look that I loved to see on a woman's face.
"Yes", she whispered.
"Are you comfortable?"
"Yes."
"Are you enjoying the feelings brought about by this very deep, very
very deep, trance state?"
"Yes."
"I'm so glad, Ms. Richards. So glad that you've helped me to learn
more about hypnosis and NLP. So glad that you've demonstrated to me just how
easy it is to use these important tools to help someone to enter a deep, very
deep trance state. Ms. Richards, would you like to enter a trance again?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad to hear that, Ms. Richards. So, from now on, each and every
time I look into your eyes and say the words, 'trance lesson', you will
quickly allow your mind to become calm, open, and your body will quickly
relax, become loose and comfortable. Your will close your eyes and obey any
suggestions I give to you, because you want to allow yourself to sink even
deeper into trance, is that correct?"
She stared at me, her eyes widening slightly, her breathing becoming
just a bit irregular. I knew she was struggling, I knew she was trying to
resist. I opened my eyes a bit wider as well. "Deeper, Ms. Richards. Deeper
and deeper into trance."
Her mouth moved for a few seconds, and she whispered yes.
She was mine.
"Close your eyes, Ms. Richards. Close your eyes and allow yourself
to sink totally into trance, totally into relaxation. There is nothing
except my voice and a warm glow of pleasure which you feel spreading
throughout your entire body. Allow yourself to sink deeper and deeper,
feeling greater and greater pleasure, as you think about obeying my
suggestions. You want so much to obey my suggestions, to allow me to help you
to relax, to feel pleasure. Such pleasure, Ms. Richards. And very soon, very
soon, the pleasure will be so great that you will have a great urge to feel
even more intense pleasure. Ms. Richards, you may allow yourself to
masturbate as the pleasure builds within you. You may masturbate until you
are completely satisfied, and then you may awaken from your deep, deep
trance. You will clean yourself up as necessary and have no concern over the
realization that you must have been masturbating. Masturbation is a very
common thing and you have no need to be upset. Your conscious mind will
remember nothing of my visit here. But your subconscious mind will retain
the suggestions you are to carry out in the future. Close your eyes now,
Ms. Richards."
Slowly, her eyes fluttered closed. She sat limp in her chair. I
waited until her body began to move slightly, to twitch. Her hands moved
slightly. She sighed, deep within her trance. Her hands moved again, and her
body shifted in her chair. Ten minutes after her eyes had closed, she was
pulling her dress up and sliding one hand under her slip.
Smiling, I felt her office, hearing a low moan behind me as I closed
the door.
I aced the midterm. As the class left the room, I stayed behind for
a moment. She saw me, and called me to her desk.
"Linda, I think you have finally gotten everything worked out and are
now showing your true abilities." You have no idea, Ms. Richards, I thought.
I stared back at her and whispered, "Trance lesson." She looked
confused, opened her mouth, closed it, and blinked four or five times. Then
her eyes closed for good and her body slumped backwards in her chair.
"Tomorrow night, Ms. Richards. In your office. Nine PM. Wear
something sexy. Don't think about it, just do it. You will awaken in two
minutes and have no conscious recollection of this conversation." I walked
out of the room grinning.
The next night I walked into her office without knocking, just after
nine. She sat at her desk wearing a short black skirt and a tight white top,
her black bra clearly visible beneath it. High-heeled black shoes.
She looked up at me curiously when I came in. "Hello, Ms. Richards.
How are you this evening?"
She shook her head a bit. "Oh, I'm fine. I came in here for something
and now I can't remember what it was." I smiled at her.
"Well, you certainly dressed for a night at the office."
She looked down at her attire and her face turned beet red. Her eyes
opened wide. It was as if she was just realizing what she was wearing.
"I don't...I mean, I just..." Her mouth flapped soundlessly for a
few seconds. I let her be embarrassed.
"You know, you're quite attractive, Ms. Richards. I've never seen
this side of you before." Her face turned even redder, the flush creeping
down her neck. "You really are a sexy lady, Gina."
Her eyes widened. One of her students had called her by her first
name. Her mouth moved some more, but she couldn't think of what to say. I
pressed home the attack.
"In fact, Gina, you look positively delicious. And that nice bra I
can see under your top, did you get that at Fredericks?" She was silent for a
moment, then stirred slightly.
"Um...no", she murmured. "Vic..Victoria's Secret."
"Did you get your panties there as well, Gina?"
She looked totally stupefied. One of her students was sitting calmly
in her office discussing her lingerie. Calling her by her first name. There
was something very wrong here. I enjoyed standing there, watching her face
flaring, watching her try to come to terms with what was going on. The fact
that she didn't know what was going on made it even more enjoyable.
Gina was not in trance, but the strange situation, her sense of being
off balance, out of place, had it's own effect on her. She just stared at me,
face flaming. I sat down slowly, holding her gaze.
"I asked you a question, Gina. Did your panties come from Victoria's
Secret as well?" My voice was very quiet.
Her eyes were fixed upon mine. "Yes", she whispered.
"Take your top off, Gina", I said softly. There was total silence,
absolute stillness, for several minutes. The only anchor, the only certain
thing Gina had right now, was my eyes. She was confused, embarrassed, maybe
even a bit angry. But as those thoughts churned through her mind, her eyes
remained locked onto mine. I remained silent.
Her hands moved. Slowly, as she had when she had first been compelled
to masturbate, her hands moved to her top. One button, then another. Still
looking at me with a very unsure expression, Gina pulled her top off, her
black lace bra exposed, as was the fact that her nipples were erect. Not yet
in trance but no longer in control of herself, Gina waited.
My eyes dropped to her breasts, barely concealed by the sheer fabric.
Released from my temporary spell, she too looked down, her mouth opening in
horror at what she found.
"Oh...Oh, my God. Why is my... When did....Oh, my God..." And Gina
crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her scantily clad breasts. She
looked up at me in shock. Right into my eyes.
I sat there silently, smiling just a bit. She kept on staring. After
a few moments, I spoke softly. "You're blocking the lovely view, Gina. Please
move your arms out of the way. Allow them to rest easily at your sides."
Slowly, Gina uncrossed her arms and put them on the armrests of her
chair. Her eyes were wide, and I saw goose bumps forming on her arms. This
was exquisite. My eyes once again dropped to her breasts.
Seconds later, she gasped. Her arms went back up, then, as my eyes
once more fastened on to hers, she slowly lowered them again. My eyes went
back to her breasts, and this time Gina sat quietly, allowing me to study
her large, well-formed breasts. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs as
I zeroed in on my target.
"They're so pretty, Gina. You have such pretty titties. Pretty
titties. Gina has pretty titties." Her reply was weak, anguished.
"....pretty....."
"Yes, Gina, pretty titties. Say that to me, Gina. Tell me you have
pretty titties." Gina was still not in trance, but was so far out of her
realm of experience that she had no choice but to go along. She didn't have
anything else to do. I was determined to hold off hypnotizing her until the
very end, when she would already be so wide-open to me that her total and
absolute submission would be, to coin a phrase, academic.
"...I have......pretty.....tit.....tittie.....titties." Her face was
as red as a tomato now, and her hands were trembling. I stared at her
breasts, imagining those nipples between my teeth.
"Now take those nice shoes off, Gina." This time there was no
hesitation. Her shoes clattered to the floor, and Gina stared at her bare
feet. I grinned. "Skirt now. Take your skirt off, Gina."
She looked up at me, horrified, her face now paling. Our eyes met.
After several minutes of frozen silence, Gina slowly stood up. Seconds later
her skirt was in a pile at her feet. Her eyes had never left mine.
"Sit down, Gina." She did, and I kicked her skirt out of the way.
Her panties were black and tiny. There was a dark stain which my eyes were
immediately drawn to. She looked down as well, and let out a shriek. Quickly,
she clasped her knees together. Her arms again went over her breasts, then
just as quickly moved away, dropping to the arms of the chair. To my great
surprise, I saw a tear trickle down her face. This was better than I had
hoped.
Her voice was ragged. "What are you doing to me?", she demanded.
I looked into her eyes and spoke calmly. "Nothing you don't want to
happen, Gina. Admit it. You want this. You allowed it to happen. You allowed
me to gain control over your mind, your body. And I plan on using that
control, Gina. It's what you want. It's what you need. Isn't it?"
The tears were coming harder, and she shook her head violently. "NO,
dammit, I DON'T want this. I DON'T! I don't! No, I don't...." Our eyes were
again fixed upon each other, and after several moments of diminishing
volume, Gina fell silent, gazing raptly into my eyes.
"Spread your legs, Gina", I whispered gently. Her body shook slightly
as she still tried to resist. I almost put her into trance right then, I
wanted to have her NOW, but this was too much fun. Gina really was doing all
this on her own. I would wait until I met serious resistance before I
exercised my hypnotic control over her.
Gina's knees slowly moved apart. She sat there, legs spread wide, the
dampness of her panties clearly visible, her nipples straining against the
soft lace of her bra. My eyes were riveted to her moist crotch. I heard
another gasp, and her legs moved.
"NO, Gina. Just stay right there. That's a good girl." Gina froze,
her legs still apart, allowing me to view her freely. "Gina, you are a very
sexy lady. Those tiny little panties don't seem to be doing much good any
more, are they? Take them off, Gina. Take your panties off."
I didn't raise my eyes, I continued staring at her crotch. And Gina
slowly stood up, on her own, and slid her sopping panties slowly to the
floor. I bent down and picked them up. I held them to my nose and inhaled.
She watched in awe as I reacted to the scent of another woman's arousal. I
was in heaven as I took in the sweet smell of sex. I opened my eyes and
smiled at the dumbstruck woman, my psychology teacher.
I looked down at her now-exposed pussy. Her pubic hair looked so
soft, so inviting. To feel my tongue parting her pubic hair, to hear her
inhale sharply as my tongue met her clit. Later. Not long now.
She was trembling visibly. Her hands grasped the arms of the chair
tight enough to whiten her knuckles. I smiled at her reassuringly. "You're
doing fine, Gina. I'm very impressed so far. Want to show me the rest?" And
I nodded towards her bra.
She looked down nervously at her sheer black bra, her last remaining
article of clothing. She looked up at me, then down at her exposed crotch.
Her eyes then swept the floor beside her, looking at her skirt, her shoes,
her panties. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
And Gina reached around and unhooked her bra.
It was all I could do to restrain myself as I gazed at Gina's nude
body. Her large breasts were firm, her prominent nipples standing proudly.
She sat there, nude, and waited for me to say something. Gina was mine even
though she wasn't hypnotized.
Yet.
"You just sit quietly for a few moments, Gina. Just watch." I stood
up and slowly, teasingly, removed my own top. I was wearing a halter-top, in
keeping with the "dumb" Linda's image. Tight black jeans and black Nike's
completed my wardrobe. When my halter hit the floor, Gina found herself
staring at my breasts. Her face somehow found an even deeper shade of red.
I kicked my sneakers off. My short socks. Then I paused.
"Take my jeans off, Gina. Please." She stared at me, her mouth gaping
at my half-naked body. She shook her head slightly.
"No...", she whispered.
It would have been so easy at this point to just say her trigger
phrase and be done with it. But hypnosis was like fishing. Reeling in your
victim is half the fun.
I glared into her wide dark eyes. My body tingled as I spoke. "Gina,
you don't seem to understand what is happening here. I have assumed control
of the situation. The usual student-teacher rules do not apply here. I am
in control. You willingly surrendered yourself to me by allowing yourself
to sink into trance with my guidance. And that is what is happening right
now, isn't it, Gina? You can feel yourself slipping away, feel yourself
letting go, letting go of yourself. You feel it happening, you want it to
happen, you want to just surrender completely, to let go altogether." My eyes
burned into hers, unblinking, unwavering. She stared back like an animal
trapped within the beam of a bright light. Trapped. Knowing what was
happening. Helpless to prevent it.
And not wanting to prevent it.
Her lips parted, but the only sound was a soft sigh.
"You are sinking into trance even now, Gina. Helplessly. Totally.
You feel your mind opening, becoming more and more receptive to my commands.
And deep within your mind, you know you will obey those commands because
YOU WANT TO, Gina. You want to do this. You do this willingly. You honestly
want to do this, to see where this journey will lead you. You WILL obey me,
Gina. Is that correct?"
There was no hesitation. Just Gina's dull voice saying yes. Her eyes
remained fastened to mine, wide, dark, glazed. Her hair brushed against her
skin as she swayed slightly back and forth. God, hypnotized women are
beautiful, I thought.
"Take my jeans off, Gina. Please."
My heart skipped a few beats as Gina walked towards me. She reached
out and her hands fumbled for the snap on my jeans. Still staring into my
eyes, the spellbound woman undid my jeans and pulled them down. I stepped
out of them and gazed happily into her glassy eyes.
"Very good, Gina. You may sink deeper into trance now, deeper and
deeper, letting go of everything. Letting go now, Gina, letting go totally,
completely. Trusting me, surrendering to me. Willingly giving yourself to me.
Do this for me, Gina. Give yourself to me. Willingly. You are mine, Gina.
You are deeply entranced and totally under my control. You will willingly
obey any command I give to you."
I paused, waiting for any sort of resistance. There was only her
vacant stare. I grinned happily and sat down, holding her enthralled gaze.
I spread my legs apart and told my new loyal subject to come closer. I told
her to kneel between my legs. I got so horny as she did, still staring at me
with an expression of total helplessness.
I reached down and pulled my dripping panties to the side.
"Lick my clit, Gina. You want to, you know it, you can't deny it. You
are just as aroused as I am, Gina. I see the dampness between your legs, I
see your clit all hard, I see your nipples hard and waiting. Lick my clit,
Gina. Now." Still staring helplessly into my eyes, Gina leaned forwards and
brushed her tongue against my throbbing clit. I leaned back and held her gaze
as the pleasure grew and grew. As her tongue wagged back and forth, I spoke
to her, sending her spiraling down even deeper into the depths of trance.
"Oh, yes, Gina, you're so good at this. Just keep right on doing
that, Gina, and feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into trance. Yes, Gina
goes deeper and deeper every time her pretty little tongue moves. Gina goes
deeper and deeper every time she inhales the scent of my sex. Gina goes
deeper and deeper every time she feels my body quiver at her touch. Deeper,
Gina. Just keep licking, and keep going deeper. Oh, Gina, deeper, deeper, oh,
yes, right there, deeper, right there. Trance, Gina, deeply, willingly,
totally entranced. Your mind is totally open now, as is my pussy. Your mind
is as open to me as my sex is to you. As you probe my sex with your tongue
I will probe your mind with my voice. Deeper, Gina. Oh, Gina, deeper...Gina,
my willing subject, my...my...Gina......willing........trance.....oh.......
oh.....Gina.........................." I fell silent, my body shuddering as
Gina's tongue brought me to orgasm. By now I was almost as enraptured as she,
staring into the helpless woman's eyes, feeling her tongue flicking madly at
my clit. I didn't want to look away, I wanted to stare deep into her dark
eyes and see what other wonderful secrets lay hidden in her mind. But as yet
another orgasm flashed through me, it became hard to concentrate on what I
was saying to Gina. So I did the only thing I could do.
Panting, I said, "Gina, wake up NOW. Gina, wake up NOW."
Gina froze, her tongue buried deep inside wet folds of flesh. She
kept staring at me, her eyes widening. Her nostrils flared as she realized
just what it was she had been inhaling. Her eyes narrowed.
And Gina drove her tongue even deeper into my soaking pussy. I gasped
and threw my head back, overjoyed at her submission. My dominance over her
was now firmly established. She was doing this on her own.
She ate me like a woman possessed. She reached up and began squeezing
my breasts, pinching my nipples. After a few minutes, she began moving
upwards, her tongue burrowing into my navel, circling it, then darting back
and forth between my breasts.
"Linda has pretty titties", she purred just before she nipped at my
left nipple with her sharp teeth. I groaned and held her head, pressing it
against me harder and harder, forcing her mouth to close over my nipple,
feeling her tongue circle it, circle it, circle it, then bat lightly back
and forth across it before she sucked it deep into her mouth.
Oh, God.....
My fingers were between my legs, rubbing my clit frantically. Her
hand joined me, took over, and my hypnoslave brought me to one raging climax
after another. She wasn't even hypnotized, but she was mine to control, and
we both knew it.
Oh, God.....
"Gina, stop now, Gina, stop. Oh, Gina....Oh, Gina, my little trance
lover. Go into a trance for me now, Gina, lover. Go deep, deep into trance
for Linda and play with your own pretty titties." I stared into her eyes yet
again. "Play, Gina. Play with your pretty titties while you sink deep, deep
into trance, deeper and deeper into my control. You obey me, Gina. Whether
you are deep in trance or wide awake, you will obey me. Now be a good girl
and play with your pretty titties while you tell me you will always obey me."
Gina climbed off of me and stood up in front of me. Her hands drifted
up to her breasts, and as she stared, mesmerized, into my eyes, she began to
caress them, so gently. Her voice was strange, almost childish, halting.
"I will.....o......obey......obey.....Linda."
"Tell me you will ALWAYS obey Linda."
Her fingers traced patterns around her rock-hard nipples. "I will
always......obey..........Linda."
"Tell me you will always obey me."
"I will always obey Linda." She was squeezing her breasts harder now.
"Gina, wake up and continue fondling yourself until I say stop. While
you play with yourself, tell me how much you enjoy performing for me. Tell
me how much you enjoy playing with your pretty titties."
She blinked, and shook her head, slightly dazed. Her hands paused,
became still, and then resumed. I watched as my hypnoslave played with
herself, feeling my own heat rapidly rising yet again. Her voice was still
odd, hesitant, as she drove herself closer and closer to release.
"I love playing with my pretty titties. I love it when Linda watches
me play with my pretty titties. It feels so good when I do this for Linda. I
play with my pretty titties in front of Linda and my nips get so hard, so
hard, and then I pinch then and swat them and squeeze them while Linda
watches. It makes me feel so good when Linda watches me play with my pretty
titties." She droned on, her face a mask of pleasure and confusion.
I loved it. Every second of it. And I was in no hurry to stop her.
She was groaning as she spoke now. Her breasts were red from her
kneading, pinching, squeezing. "Stop, Gina." She paused, hands dropping to
her sides, panting, whimpering slightly.
"Gina, tell me you will ALWAYS obey me. ALWAYS."
Her face flared as she said, "I will ALWAYS obey you."
"Louder."
"I WILL ALWAYS OBEY YOU."
"Louder."
"I WILL ALWAYS OBEY YOU!!!” she shouted at the top of her lungs. I
grinned at her. Her eyes shone brightly, her breath was coming in ragged
gasps. I owned a psychology teacher.
"Gina, I'm glad you made me see the light and had me concentrate more
in your class. I've certainly learned a lot, and I think you have too." She
actually smiled a bit.
"Who do you obey?" I asked quickly, sharply.
Her expression changed, and she stammered, "Obey...I obey you." I
smiled at her and nodded.
"Very good indeed, Gina. You'll enjoy the rest of the semester, I'm
sure. This extra effort we've put forth has proven quite productive, hasn't
it?" She smiled and nodded.
"Gina, I'm going to hypnotize you again. And because you will obey me
always, you will not resist at all. You will allow yourself to sink quickly,
deeply into trance. Utterly beneath my power, helpless, unable, unwilling to
resist. You're mine, Gina, do you fully understand the implications of that?"
Gina paused, and licked her lips. Then she nodded.
"Close your eyes, Gina. Close your eyes and think about sliding your
slender finger into your dripping pussy. Think about your finger rubbing
against your clit. Don't pay any attention to anything except your body and
my voice. Obey me, Gina."
There was a silence as Gina's eyelids closed. She stood still for a
while, a faint smile growing on her face. She was beautiful.
"Obey me, Gina. Feel your finger at your clit, feel the sensations
pulsing through your body. There is nothing else. Your entire being is
focused on the wonderful sensations flowing through your body, on the
soothing sound of my voice. Obey me, Gina."
She was smiling now, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her body
trembling every now and then.
"Feel it, Gina. FEEL your finger caressing your aroused sex. FEEL the
pleasure building within you. FEEL it happening, Gina. Obey me. Feel it. Feel
yourself growing ever more aroused, the pleasure growing with each and every
breath you take. And when you cum, Gina, you will sink into the deepest, most
receptive trance you have ever imagined. And, Gina, you WILL cum. You know
you will. You have no choice but to climax, to sink deep into trance. To
obey me. Obey me, Gina. Cum, now. Cum for me Gina. Sink deep into trance."
Gina's body shuddered violently, and she gasped. A long, drawn-out
moan from her gave me a shiver that started at my toes and worked all the way
up my body until my hair was standing on end. I shuddered as well, as I
discovered that somehow, my hand had again found it's way between my legs.
Gina fell silent, her hands dropping loosely to her sides. Her body
swayed back and forth slightly, and her head dropped forward.
My psychology teacher, my hypno-lover, was once more entranced.
I spoke soothingly, gently, for several minutes, then I gathered up
my clothes, dressed, and was on my way.
Class was almost over. Everyone was whispering to each other, and had
been for the duration of the class. Ms. Richards was wearing tight shorts,
a tight white top, and high heels. A white bra could be detected if you
looked close enough, and most of us were. I was sitting in the front of the
class, staring at her. Every time she looked at me, her voice faltered, and
she would look away. I grinned to myself.
Class ended. Everyone left, still whispering and glancing back over
their shoulders at this new, improved, Ms. Richards. I went up and sat on the
edge of her desk, facing her, and spread my legs just enough so she could see
I had no panties on. Her face flared.
"Linda..." she began.
"Be quiet, Gina. Just look. Don't touch. Just look at my pussy, Gina.
Look closely. See how moist it is. You want so badly to reach out for it, to
touch it, don't you, Gina?"
Her eyes were wide as she gazed fixedly between my legs. "Yes", she
whispered. Her hands began to move.
"No, Gina, don't touch. Just look. Feel yourself getting hotter,
Gina. Feel yourself becoming more and more aroused. You want to obey, you
HAVE to obey. You are becoming aroused, Gina, helplessly aroused. So totally
aroused, Gina. And there is nothing you can do about it."
The classroom door opened and several students walked in, talking
loudly and paying no attention to Gina and I. I demurely slid off the desk,
straightened my skirt, and whispered, "Wake up, Gina darling." I darted out
of the room, leaving her hot and bothered as the room filled with students.
PART 2
"Extra Credit"
Ms. Richards sat at her desk, wondering what to do. She knew she had
somehow allowed herself to fall under the spell of one of her students. And a
female student at that! Ms. Richards had never really thought about other
women in a sexual context, much less one of her own students, and now here
was a young woman who had the power to make her do her bidding.
She looked nervously around the room. Linda had just left, and the
next class was filing in. Ms. Richards sat at her desk, her pussy aflame,
the image of Linda's spread legs, her exposed pussy, filling her mind. She
shuddered, and wondered why she actually seemed to become aroused at that
image. Was Linda's power over her that strong?
Sighing, she tried to ignore her building desire as she turned her
attention to her students. But as soon as the class was over, she quickly
retreated to her office, locked the door, and masturbated, her face burning
with the shame of what she was doing, what she was thinking.
The next day, as Linda's class ended, Linda walked up to Ms.
Richard's desk. She cringed, but her pussy instantly warmed up. Her face was
burning as Linda smiled at her.
"I'd like to see you tonight. How about eight?" Ms. Richards nodded
silently, unable to refuse this girl's demands. Linda leaned closer, and
Ms. Richards backed away in fright. Linda grinned.
"Not in your office, Gina. Where do you live?" Ms. Richards stared
at Linda in shock. There was no way she would have this young tramp in her
house. But Linda's eyes burned into hers, and she started to feel that same
strange, faraway feeling she always seemed to feel when Linda looked at her
that way. "Where do you live, Gina?" Linda's voice was soft, pleasant.
Slowly, still staring into Linda's eyes, Ms. Richards gave Linda her
address. Linda smiled, and whispered, "See you tonight, love. Come on back
now." Gina blinked in confusion and watched Linda walking away, her hips
swinging seductively. Gina shook her head, angry at herself. The little witch
did it to me again, she thought.
That evening at eight, there was a knock on Gina's door. Gina, in her
living room nervously watching TV, pointedly ignored it. Another knock. Gina
tried to concentrate on the TV, tried to block out the soft but insistent
knocking on her door. For ten minutes Gina tried to avoid that sound,
becoming more and more nervous, more and more frantic as the sound continued.
Linda stood outside, patiently knocking over and over, grinning as she
imagined what Gina was thinking, knowing Gina would, in time, open the door.
At twenty after eight, Gina let out a little shriek and jumped to her
feet. The steady knocking on the door brought to mind the Telltale Heart, and
Gina shuddered yet again. She stood there, shaking, listening to the constant
knocking on the door, steady, rhythmic. It wasn't going away. Linda wasn't
going away.
Gina felt the tears as she walked slowly, as if in a dream, to the
door. She stood there, the tears falling now, staring at the door handle,
listening to the steady knocking. She knew, deep down, that if she opened
that door, she was truly under the spell of this young girl. But Linda had
said already that that was what Gina wanted deep down anyways. Was Linda
right? Is this what I want, Gina wondered, her mind a jumble of confused
thoughts.
Staring at her hand, Gina reached for the door handle and opened the
door. Instantly, the knocking stopped. The sudden silence was deafening.
Linda stood on the porch, dressed in a short black dress. Seamed
stockings. High heels. The dress was short enough that Gina was able to see
the garters reaching up. Linda's cleavage was well accented, and a small
pendant on a fine chain rested comfortably between Linda's large breasts.
Gina stared.
"May I come in?" Linda's voice was soft, friendly. Gina blinked, not
realizing that Linda may have been giving her one last chance. Without
thinking, Gina stepped aside and wordlessly waved Linda in. Linda swung the
door closed, turned, and locked it, sealing Gina's fate.
Linda walked slowly towards Gina and held out her left hand. Gina
looked down at it, uncertain, the tears slowing but not yet stopped. Linda
stood still, offering her hand to Gina, waiting. After a moment, Gina's hand
slowly moved, rising up, taking Linda's hand in hers. Gina looked up in
wonder, and stared into Linda's eyes.
Smiling gently, Linda led her psychology teacher up the stairs.
"Which room is yours?", she asked quietly. Gina silently pointed, her arm
moving slowly, heavily.
Linda led her teacher to the bed and turned her around. She let go of
Gina's hand, and raised both of hers to her teacher's face. Holding Gina
gently, Linda kissed her teacher on the mouth. Gina stood rooted to the
floor, dazed, unable to deal with her conflicting emotions.
This girl is kissing me. This girl talked her way into my house, into
my BEDROOM. This girl sat on my desk and exposed herself. And I GOT HORNY!
This girl has me under a spell. I've been hypnotized, mesmerized, I'm
probably in a trance right now, helpless, powerless. Unable to resist.
Helpless. Totally at the mercy of this young woman.
Gina moaned softly.
Linda stepped back, still cupping Gina's face lovingly in her hands.
She stared into her teacher's eyes.
Gina felt it. She knew what was happening now. Linda was putting her
under her power. Staring into those eyes, Linda's eyes, does it. Staring into
her eyes puts me under her spell. Makes me powerless. Makes me helpless.
Makes me obey her. Those eyes. She's done it before. She's used those eyes
before. She's used her voice before. On me. I've been hypnotized by one of
my students. I've been sexually aroused by one of my students. Those eyes.
I want to look away, to break her spell, but it's so hard, so hard. I can't
look away. She has me. She has me under her spell already. I'm helpless.
Helpless.
Gina wasn't even consciously aware that Linda had been whispering to
her the entire time she had been having her internal debate. But Linda's
words penetrated deep into the woman's mind, past her confused defences, and
had an irresistible effect on the dazed teacher.
Even as she told herself it was happening, it was happening. Gina's
thoughts gradually became more random, less frequent. Helpless. Hypnotized.
Under her spell. Helpless.
Linda smiled as Gina's eyes glazed over, as her lips parted, one
final, desperate sigh escaping before Gina was, indeed, helplessly entranced.
"Gina, love. Listen. I want this to be a special evening. So I would
like you to change your clothes. Put on something sexy, sultry. Maybe even
stockings. Wear an outfit that will turn me on, Gina. Turn me on. I want to
be turned on, Gina. By you. I want my Gina to turn me on. Wake up and change
your clothes now, Gina."
Gina's body shook slightly, and she blinked rapidly. She stared at
Linda again, so close, so sexy. Gina's eyes slid downwards, resting on
Linda's breasts, on the small pendant nestled between the large mounds. Down
more, at the lower edge of Linda's short dress, at the garters, the seamed
stockings, the heels that seemed four stories high, and Gina felt herself
becoming aroused.
She sighed softly as she reluctantly looked away, walking unsteadily
to her closet. She undressed, turning every now and then to look at Linda,
watching with a smile. As Gina opened her closet, Linda spoke.
"Turn me on, Gina. Turn me on." And Linda left the room. Gina stood
there, staring at the closed bedroom door. Turn her on. Turn Linda on.
I can do that.
Her movements more hurried now, she found the articles she wanted and
went to her dresser. When she had gathered everything she wanted, Gina
quickly dressed, her heart pounding, her eyes shining.
Now she looked at herself in the mirror. Turn her on, she thought.
Turn Linda on. Yes, oh yes, I can do that. She carefully applied a small
amount of makeup, found some perfume called, appropriately, 'Spellbound',
and giggled as she put just a tiny bit in several strategic places. Then
another look in the mirror.
Turn Linda on. Oh, yes, Linda will be turned on. Gina's face glowed
with excitement as she opened her bedroom door.
"Linda?"
"I'm down here, love." Linda's voice floated up from the living room.
Gina went downstairs, her heart pounding, her face flushed. The fact that
she was now more excited than she was nervous made her nervous in itself.
Linda was sitting on the couch. Gina walked into the room, and
Linda's breath caught in her throat as she saw her psychology teacher
standing there.
It was clear that Gina shopped at places other than Victoria's
Secret. She was wearing a red PVC dress, and Linda could actually hear it
crinkling as Gina walked. Red stockings, red pumps, red elbow-length PVC
gloves. Linda wondered if Gina had a bit of makeup on as well. And as she
slowly stood, her nostrils twitched as the seductive scent of Gina's perfume
came to her, very faint, very arousing.
Linda was soaking wet before she even stood up. She stared at her
teacher in awe.
"Jesus, Gina. This is wonderful. I wanted to be turned on, and you
are certainly doing it." Gina smiled. Turn her on. Yes, I knew I could.
Gina slowly struck various poses, accenting the cut of the dress, the
way the PVC clung to her buttocks, to her breasts. She smiled to herself as
she saw Linda's eyes riveted to her. Turn her on.
"Oh, God, Gina....", Linda whispered. Gina turned around and bent
over, allowing Linda a clear view of her almost-covered buttocks. She felt
the dampness growing, felt the heat rising. Turn her on. I'm turning myself
on too. God, to do this, for a WOMAN.
She heard Linda moving, felt her palms against her buttocks. Linda
squeezed gently, and Gina closed her eyes and grinned broadly. "Oh, Gina,
they're so firm. So nice. You have such a nice ass." Gina wiggled her ass
back and forth, Linda's hands remaining in place, holding her as she moved.
I'm so turned on, she thought in wonder. This little tramp made me turn
myself on.
Gina's eyes widened as she felt warm breath against her buttocks. She
gasped as she felt Linda's tongue against her flesh, felt her lips pressing
against her ass. One of her students was kissing her ass, and there was
nothing she could do about it.
And as Gina thought about that a bit more, she realized there was
nothing she wanted to do about it, either. Turn her on. Turn myself on.
Gina moaned.
Linda moaned back.
Gina was getting dizzy, bent over, rocking back and forth with Linda
holding her hips, kissing her buttocks. The PVC creaked with each tiny
movement, and Gina knew instantly the familiar scent filling the room.
Linda's tongue was tracing down Gina's left garter. It then danced
over her thigh, following the seam, to the back of her knee. Gina whimpered
and collapsed to the floor on her hands and knees. Linda backed away.
"Stand up, Gina, love."
Breathless, Gina stood. Her knees were weak, her heartbeat irregular.
She stared at Linda, kneeling on the floor, smiling up at her. Linda's voice
was low, sultry.
"Well, Gina, you certainly have turned me on. Now, what do we do
about that situation? Any ideas?"
Gina found several ideas running through her mind, and was amazed at
the fact that she would even think such things. Linda watched her, grinning,
as Gina pondered.
"Um. How about - I mean, could I - I mean, do you want me to - um -
play with you?" Gina shook violently as she spoke, realizing that she was
now completely under this girl's spell. Linda had seduced her totally. Gina
wanted to please Linda in any way Linda wanted. If that meant going into
trance, fine. If that meant playing with Linda's sex, fine. If Linda wished
to allow Gina some pleasure, well, that would be nice, too.
Linda grinned from ear to ear. "Yes, Gina, I think that would be
nice. Play with me, Gina. But first watch me undress. I'll do it nice and
slow because I know deep down you want to see everything. I'll strip nice
and slow for you, Gina. Only for you. My Gina. I'm stripping for my Gina."
Linda kept talking softly, seductively, as she slowly removed one
article of clothing at a time. Gina watched, fascinated, mesmerized by
Linda's fluid movements, by her silky voice. She realized she was totally
turned on, she wanted only to make this young woman climax. Never before had
she been so aroused, and as Linda skillfully guided Gina into a light trance,
the sensations intensified. Gina noticed Linda kept calling her 'my Gina',
and that phrase sank into her receptive mind. My Gina. Linda calls me 'my
Gina'. I am hers. Staring fixedly at Linda's now-nude body, Gina was dimly
aware that she was once more under this amazing young woman's spell. She
saw without really paying attention that Linda's necklace was still on.
Linda was grinning at her. Her hands were running over her body, and
Gina noticed Linda's erect nipples. Her own perfume mixed with the scent of
her own arousal to create an incredible aphrodisiac. Helpless, Gina moaned.
Linda spoke slowly, clearly, softly.
"Play with me, my Gina. Gina, my love. Play with me."
With a loud groan, Gina rushed at Linda, grabbing her, kissing her.
Linda closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing Gina's perfume to waft
through her mind. The feel of the plastic against her skin was so erotic.
Gina was kissing her madly, her hands moving frantically, aimlessly,
over Linda's nude body. Gina was touching another woman, willingly, wanting
only to please. Turn her on. I did that.
Now I want to make her cum.
A voice whispered in her ear. "Kneel, my Gina."
Instantly, Gina dropped to her knees, finding herself staring,
gasping, at the lower edge of Linda's black dress. She watched as Linda took
hold of the lower edge and lifted it slowly, moving her legs apart as she
did. Inch by inch, Linda exposed herself, until Gina found herself gazing
rapturously at a pair of black crotchless panties.
"I wore these for you, my Gina", Linda purred. "You know what to do."
Gina indeed knew. She moved close to Linda, inhaling another woman's
scent, feeling it drive her even higher. Make her cum. She reached out with
her tongue, probing the girl's moist pink folds, hearing Linda's muffled
reaction. Linda's hands were in her hair now, resting lightly against her
head, as Gina probed deeper into the girl's sex.
There. Right there. Something hard. A gasp from Linda confirmed her
discovery. Right there. Her tongue wagged back and forth wildly.
Linda was in heaven. She gritted her teeth as yet another climax
rushed through her, as her teacher's tongue worked furiously. "Oh, Gina.
Oh, my Gina, my Gina, Gina, love.... Oh, love, you're so good to me."
Gina felt real tears, tears of happiness, when she heard those words.
She intensified her efforts, and Linda cried out in ecstacy.
"Gina, love. Oh, Gina, stop now. Oh, God, Gina, stand up, love."
Within seconds, Gina was standing before her student, her face
covered with Linda's juices, her own juices flowing freely. She wanted to
keep going, to keep bringing her lovely young student to climax after climax,
but she had been told to stop. She had obeyed.
Gasping, Linda studied her teacher. She saw the fire in Gina's eyes,
saw her breasts heaving as Gina fought for breath, saw the moisture tricking
down Gina's thighs. She knew what Gina wanted, knew how aroused she was, knew
she was ready to cum herself. Slowly, panting, Linda removed the chain from
around her neck. Gina watched, puzzled.
Linda held the necklace up in front of her teacher. Her voice was
once more silky smooth, irresistible.
"Gina, love, do you recall our first conversation about hypnosis?
We agreed that all one need do was focus on something, anything, and allow
the hypnotist's voice to reach deep into your mind. That's what is happening
right now, isn't it, Gina?"
Gina stared at the shining pendant dangling before her. Linda's
voice was so compelling, so powerful. Gina knew it was happening, wanted to
let it happen. Gina wanted to sink deep, deep, into this young woman's spell.
"Yes", she said clearly, wanting to sink down right away. But Linda
was patient, not wanting Gina to go under too quickly.
"Yes, my Gina. You are focusing your conscious awareness on the
pendant. Your conscious mind focuses entirely on the pendant. Watch it
moving, Gina, watch it moving back and forth, back and forth. You cannot tear
your eyes away from it, you want to watch it, you want to focus your entire
awareness on that pendant."
Oh, yes, Gina thought. Look at the pendant while Linda talks to me.
Her voice will reach inside me, hypnotize me, make me her willing slave.
And as Gina said the word slave to herself, she realized that that
was exactly what she was becoming. And she became even more aroused.
But it was impossible to do anything about it. Her eyes were fixed
on the swinging pendant, her ears were filled with Linda's soothing voice.
She was falling once more under her student's spell, and there was nothing
she wanted more.
"Yes, Gina, love, you know it's happening, you want it to happen. Let
it happen, Gina. Let yourself go. Let yourself drift away to a place where I
guide you, where I allow you to experience things you've never dreamed of.
Allow it to happen, Gina. You know you want to. Let it happen. Let go, Gina.
Let go of yourself. Let go of your very being. Allow me to guide you. Allow
your body to become an extension of my will, of my being. Our beings will
merge, your mind will become calm, open. I will guide you, Gina. Close your
eyes and sink totally into my guidance."
Yes. Yes, Linda, guide me. Help me experience these things, Linda.
I'll do anything. Anything.
There was a pause. Gina waited eagerly, her eyes now closed, wanting
to hear Linda's voice, wanting to feel the things she knew her student would
cause her to feel. Wonderful things. She was still aroused, knew she was
aroused, and her completely relaxed, open mind allowed those sensations to
expand unhindered. Gina moaned softly. Linda grinned.
"Take my hand, Gina." Slowly, Gina reached out and found Linda's
outstretched hand. Once again, Linda led her dazed teacher up the stairs and
into her bedroom. Gina stood by the bed, waiting.
"Lie down, my Gina." Gina did, the PVC making a great deal of noise.
"Now spread your legs, Gina dear."
Gina obeyed, her wet sex exposed and pulsing.
"Dress sexy tomorrow, my Gina", Linda whispered into her teacher's
ear. Then there was a silence. Gina waited patiently, helplessly, for Linda
to continue. She had no way of knowing that Linda had left, grinning at her
teacher's lack of fulfillment.
Gina lay there for a very long time, finally drifting off into a deep
natural sleep. She was awakened at four in the morning by the crinkling of
the PVC as she rolled over. Stunned, she sat up and looked at herself. The
memories came flooding back, and as soon as Gina undressed, she lay down
again and masturbated wildly as she thought of Linda.
The next day, the psych class was stupified as Ms. Richards walked
into the room wearing a leather skirt, a leather top, black leather boots,
and black seamed stockings. Linda was as amazed as everyone else.
Ms. Richards stood in front of the room for a moment, allowing
everyone to gawk at her. She just stood there smiling. Then, hips swinging,
she walked to her desk, adjusted her skirt, and sat down.
"Good afternoon, class."
Still awestruck, the class numbly responded, in unison, "Good
afternoon, Ms. Richards." Gina smiled broadly, her eyes scanning the room.
She saw Linda watching curiously and grinned.
"Pop quiz, people. I need a volunteer." She was still looking at
Linda, who slowly raised her hand along with a few other people.
"Linda. Come up here please." She felt her face reddening as Linda
walked curiously up to her. Gina stood there, wearing leather, face to face
with her student lover, in front of the whole class. She stared at Linda, her
expression a mixture of nervousness and excitement. Every eye in the room was
on the two women.
"OK, Linda. Quiz time. I've been talking for two weeks about altered
states. Time to see if anyone was paying attention. Linda, I want you to put
me into a trance. Right here. I get the feeling no one really learned
anything about this, and I want to be proven wrong." Linda was staring at her
in total shock, her mouth hanging open. Gina grinned at her, and the other
students were whispering to each other. Linda felt her own face turn red.
She swallowed hard several times, feeling her own sex flaring to
life. Uh-oh, she thought, have to be careful. Her eyes were shining as she
hoarsely asked Ms. Richards, "Um. If I do get it right, what suggestions
do you want me to give you?" Her expression told Gina what suggestions she
would prefer to give. Ms. Richards grinned again.
"Keep it clean and keep it in here. That's it. Go to it." And Gina
sat down in her chair, trembling slightly, her sex as well red-hot. She knew
the risk she was taking, but she honestly believed that Linda would not do
anything to cause her any humiliation. She sincerely hoped she was right.
Linda took a deep breath and glanced around the room. Everyone was
staring at her, sitting on the edge of their seats. Her red face was mistaken
to mean she was afraid she wouldn't be able to hypnotize Ms. Richards. It was
in fact the result of her extreme arousal.
She pulled a chair up and sat down facing Gina. Their eyes met, and
already Gina felt herself slipping away, willingly giving herself to her
young student lover. Take me, Linda, her eyes pleaded. Take me all the way.
Linda spoke softly, staring point blank into Gina's wide eyes. The
class strained to hear, catching most of it, missing parts. They watched in
stunned amazement as Gina's eyelids fluttered and closed. Linda took another
deep breath, rubbed her eyes, and leaned back in her chair. She looked around
the room grinning.
"Nothing to this stuff", she whispered loudly. Snickers erupted, and
a male voice called out for Linda to have Gina remove her leathers. Linda
smiled to herself, knowing that she would be doing exactly that. Later.
But now, she shook her head and turned back to her enthralled
teacher. "Ms. Richards, can you hear me?" Instantly, Gina said yes. The class
didn't realize Gina was so receptive because Linda already had her completely
conditioned.
"Ms. Richards, we have to prove that you're in trance. Please raise
your right hand above your head." Gina raised her arm, pointing it towards
the cieling, totally intent on obeying Linda.
"And now, G...Ms. Richards, you feel that arm becoming stiff, stiff
as a board, stiff and straight. No matter what happens, that arm will not
move until I say you can move it. Is that clear?" Gina replied yes.
Linda turned to the class and motioned for a guy in the front row to
come up. He did, walking akwardly, obviously trying to conceal his erection.
Linda pointed to Gina's upraised arm and whispered for him to try moving it.
He tried. He couldn't. His eyes wide in amazement, his imagination
working overtime, he went back to his seat with his erection clearly trying
to burst from his pants. Linda spoke to Gina again.
"Very good, Ms. Richards. You have entered a deep trance. Do I pass
the quiz?" There was a pause, and a smile spread slowly across Gina's face
as faint thoughts of Linda skipped through her mind.
"Yes", she whispered. Linda gave a thumbs up to the class, and was
rewarded by a round of applause. Gina paid no attention, hearing only the
voice of her lover.
"And now, Ms. Richards, you may lower your arm. Your arm is back
to normal, normal use, your arm is back to normal."
"Wake up now, Ms. Richards. Open your eyes and come out of trance."
Gina blinked and shook her head. Her eyes came to rest on Linda,
still grinning at her, and Gina smiled back, totally at peace with the
situation. She took a deep breath and tried not to think about the raging
fire between her legs. "Very good, Linda. Yes, you do indeed pass." Gina
turned to the class. "People, I'm feeling a bit light-headed. I wanted to
prove to you that what I've been saying for the past two weeks isn't just
nonsense. I hope Linda proved that today." There was a chorus of agreement.
"Class dismissed. I have to go take a nap." Chuckling, staring at
Gina's leather-clad body now standing behind her desk, the class filed out.
Only Linda remained behind.
"Did you enjoy that?", Gina asked hopefully. Linda smiled, and Gina's
heart leapt with joy. "Let's go to my office", Gina whispered. Quickly going
there, Gina hurriedly locked the door and pulled Linda close to her, kissing
her. Then she pulled away and stared purposely into Linda's eyes.
"Take me", Gina whispered. Linda smiled and spoke softly.
As Gina felt herself slipping away, once again falling helplessly,
willingly, under her young student's spell, she felt her nipples hardening,
rubbing sensually against soft leather. With a sigh, she surrendered herself
once more to her young lover. This was wonderful.
*** THE END ***
RC