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She turned her pretty, freshly powdered face from side to side as
she looked in the mirror to ensure her makeup was perfect up to
this point. After a quick, sensuous swiping of her soft blush
brush on her cheeks, she decided that her look was perfect and
smiled at herself in the mirror. Then she picked up a gold metal
tube of lipstick, popping the cap off with one hand, and swiveled
up the sexy penis-like red head of potent color. The young vixen
eyed it lustfully in contemplation of the next step in her beauty
ritual, which was her favorite. Lipstick. She loved this particular
lipstick, named “Bermuda Red”, made by the perfume company;
Dana. It was the kind of lipstick that an older woman more likely
would have used, but Laura loved how it was an old-fashioned,
“real live” lipstick: thick, matte and heavily perfumed with Tabu
fragrance, and with a very high stain quality—which was great
for being long lasting and kiss-proof. It wasn’t a lip color a girl
could just wipe off with a tissue: it was there to stay, once
properly applied, and Laura knew well how to do that. It would
be guaranteed that her lips would remain a beautiful deep red
even after eating, kissing—or any other frantic love play she
might wish to engage in. Thinking about using those particular
qualities of her lipstick to their fullest made the young woman
blush—and solidified her resolve to use her mouth to its best
advantage on Clark that afternoon.
Unlocking the door to his study with the key her father thought
was well hidden in his bedroom closet, Laura went to his
medicine case and unlocked it, gazing longingly at all the
precious pharmaceuticals and instruments she saw before her.
There were more than what she had imagined finding—and they
were all there for the taking! She immediately found the inhalant
anesthetic, Isoflurane (brand name “Forane”) that she was
looking for, and picked up the darkened glass bottle carefully,
and then checked for how full it was. Laura noticed some other
powerful mind altering drugs and anesthetics that were
injectable, along with the necessary syringes it would require to
administer them. The pretty hypnotist-to-be made mental note
of that for later, as her pussy pulsed and throbbed at the thought
of getting to really perform some mind-bending drug-induced
hypnosis on her young man one day and brainwashing him. She
gave her sex another finger rub and a squeeze as she had that
thought, then buried a couple fingers in her dripping sex for a
feeling of penetration, feeling decadent for doing that in her
father’s study, but she couldn’t help it. She was fully aroused by
what she was watching herself do. For now, though, she
thought, the drug she had just pilfered from her dad’s medicine
cabinet would be her opening act. The rest would come later.
Back in her room, Laura called Clark and invited him over—very
coyly—all the while toying sexily and absent mindedly with the
bottle of the fast acting sedative/hypnotic she had just liberated
from the medicine cabinet, smiling like a Cheshire cat the entire
time. She looked at herself in the mirror as she hung up the
phone with the future boy-toy she had just expertly usedd
herself as bait to summon, and admired her matte painted red-
red lips and those now fatally mesmerizing eyes she had
painted earlier. “Yes, I think he will do whatever I will him to...",
the would-be witch whispered to her own reflection. With that,
she unscrewed the top of her perfume flagon and carefully
prepared about an 90% drug solution by adding a large amount
of the medicine she had liberated from her father’s study to the
perfume bottle. She then screwed the sprayer top back on the
atomizer, and aimed the nozzle at her throat for one final
misting. Her squeezing the atomizer’s tasseled ball let loose the
last spray of pure, undrugged perfume onto her neck, and she
luxuriated in the cool feeling of the spray—and the knowledge
that the next spray would include a huge dose of her mind
altering stupor-inducing drug. Grabbing a white silk hankie and
slipping it just inside her bra, Laura took one final look at herself
before vacating her bedroom to go downstairs and wait for the
doorbell to ring, and the young man to find her waiting for him.
Laura found herself still fully aroused as she waited for him,
now in heels, a frilly short skirt (and no panties!), perfume and
exquisitely done makeup. He wouldn’t stand a chance..
“Clark, I never noticed before what nice eyes you have: they’re
hazel, like mine, only I think mine tend to look more like different
colors sometimes, you know? Sometimes greenish, sometimes
golden brown... with little flecks of other colors, too. What color
do they look like to you now?” Clark replied that they looked
green and were very pretty, enjoying the excuse to gaze into
them. Laura then told him to keep looking deeper, to see if the
color changed and to tell her what other colors he could see.
Clark went silent as he stared deep into the prettiest and most
beautifully made up eyes he ever saw and felt his cock throb.
Laura took his face in her hands and went from looking deep
into one of his eyes, then the other, back and forth to distract
and confuse him. It worked, and he was lulled into full
fascination with her eyes and nothing else. Now it was time for
her hypnotic induction to begin in earnest.
“That’s right: I can see you are looking deeper now: are my eyes
changing colors for you? Look deeper until you see them change
for you. Deeper. pause Deeper. That’s it, sweetheart: look as
deeply into my eyes as you can and tell me what you see.” Her
soothing cadence had lulled Clark into a light trance, and all he
could do was remark “Pretty...” in a spacey sort of way, and
continue gazing. “Yes, you see the color in my eyes changing
now, don’t you. I can see that you do. Keep staring. Deeper. I bet
it changes to match the room’s light, then my eye shadow, then
darker to match my deep, black eyelashes. How dizzying it must
be for a man, but just keep staring and try to look deeper. See
the little flecks of light. How they seem to move and move...
drift... change colors for you. Look deeper and relax. Relax. It is
safe here. Peaceful. All you need to do is keep staring into my
eyes.” Clark had a moment where he realized something was
wrong, funny: he felt... strange, but his mind was severely
muddled and compromised by the drug she had given him in his
drink. When he tried to look away to save himself with what faint
thought of doing so he had, her cool fingers cradled him softly
by the chin and guided his face and eyes back to hers, which
bore deep, deep into his soul. “No, no, sweetheart: you mustn’t
look away. You cannot look away. All you can do is listen to my
voice and honestly respond to me. If I ever ask you anything, you
willl only be able to tell me the truth. For now, just look deeper...
deeper... deeper into my eyes and tell me how you feel.
“That’s my good boy: sleep for me. Look into my eyes and keep
your eyes open as long as you can while you drift into sleep.
Sleep for Laura. Find rest in my eyes. You are so tired now, and
long for the peace that my special sleep can bring you. Sleep for
me. Deeper. Deeper. You never told me if you liked my perfume...
here: let’s try it this way...", she half whispered as she removed
the hankie from her bra and sprayed it with her scent and the
very potent hypnotic drug. She passed the now heavily drugged
lace hankie back and forth beneath Clark’s nose as she cooed
for him to smell it for her and breathe deeply so he could make
up his mind how much he liked it. Clark was beyond answering
her question now, and his eyelids were fluttering as he fought to
keep his eyes open as she had commanded of him.
Laura set the drugged hankie in Clark’s lap and moved her pretty
free hand to the back of her hypnotized prey’s neck. Cool fingers
began soothingly stroking Clark’s neck, red fingernails on pussy-
scented fingertips tracing lazy circles on him as she continued
to coo her instructions to the now deeply hypnotized man.
“Shhh, relax… relax. Don’t try to fight me. Don’t try to think, even:
just let my voice be your thoughts. So much easier to let me
think for you. So much easier to just relax and sleep, with your
eyes open and looking deeper, ever deeper, into mine. My
beautiful eyes. My pretty eyes. You know you want to look at
them, don’t you? You can’t stop looking. Deeper. Deeper. Sleep,
my dear sweet boy, sleep. That’s it: you are doing so well! Yes,
just let my voice and my eyes carry you deeper into sweet,
peaceful sleep. Down… down… down, deeper and deeper down.
Yessss… All there is is me and my voice, my eyes. They are your
entire world. You are deeply under my spell now. Sleep for
Laura.”
Laura’s kiss-me-red lips curled into a sly smile as she let her
fingers slowly trace one last time on the deeply hypnotized
man’s neck and retrieve the drugged hankie from Clark’s lap.
Another spray of perfume to freshen it was the only momentary
break she took from gazing deeply into her man’s eyes. She
knew it was overkill, and that she already had him deeply
hypnotized, but she copied her mentor, Cassandra, and decided
he could always go deeper for her. Her heart was racing and her
voice slightly quavered with excitement as she held the
delightfully scented—and freshly drugged—hankie to Clark’s face
to finish sending him into the hypnotic abyss she had made for
him, and preparing him for the next phase of her enslavement
process. Clark’s head spun as the drug took him over the edge,
and he no longer even thought of closing his eyes—or doing
anything else she didn’t explicitly tell him to do. All there was in
his universe was her eyes and her voice; her instructions to him.
Laura was now able to masturbate herself directly with her free
hand, having slipped it under her short skirt and quickly finding
her naked sex. Her pretty fingertips immediately began working
feverishly to massage and stroke her swollen nub, making her
very, very wet. She then told Clark to look at her lips. Clark did as
she told him to, and Laura was pleased—and excited—to see his
pants throb immediately where his lengthening cock was
nestled. “I see you like my lips, Clark! That makes me very
happy. I am so pleased with you! I was afraid my lipstick
frightened you, but I see that you love it—and you DO love it.
Keep staring at my mouth and notice, really notice, how pretty it
is. How sexy. How much you want to kiss it! So red, so full, so
soft. You want to kiss me, don’t you? Well, you will, but first I
want you to just keep your gaze on my lips. Now. Don’t look
away. You can’t. They are so inviting, so powerfully hypnotic to
you: you know you want to kiss them, desperately. Look at my
lips and continue to sleep. Watch for my every word. See how
pretty they are: so red and inviting. My lipstick is kiss-proof, you
don’t need to worry about what will happen if I kiss you while
wearing it: you can long for my kiss, freely. All you need to do is
watch my lips as I speak to you and obey me. To obey me is to
feel wonderful.”
Laura spent a little more time deepening his trance, just for the
sheer thrill of it, and knew she was increasing his desire
hypnotically for her mouth, which suited her just fine. During the
entire induction, Laura couldn’t stop masturbating herself and
was thoroughly enraptured with the power she was exercising
over this man. Laura reached over and felt Clark’s hardon
through his pants and rubbed her hand up and down its length,
stroking it harder, before giving it a couple final squeezes and
deciding it was time. “I want you to take your cock out. I can see
you are excited,” she breathlessly exclaimed, “and I want you to
show me what excited boys do with themselves when they feel
safe, comfortable and they find themselves completely lost
under a sexy woman’s spell, like you are now. How you touch
yourself—and you are going to touch yourself—while you are
looking at my lips: show me now. Any words my lips say you will
fully internalize as irresistible commands. You cannot resist me.
Your subconscious obeys me totally. You belong to me. My lips
are your world right now, and I want you to masturbate for me
while you gaze at them. Pretty. Red. Painted to tease and please
you, and you are just so pleased, so very pleased and excited for
me to let you look at them and touch yourself at the same time
for me.” Clark took his cock out with an assist from his
hypnotist, and stroked it as he was told—as if he was alone,
safe, aroused and needing release. Laura smiled and put her
hand over his and guided it up and down the length of his penis,
slowly, firmly, to get him started. Reaching for the hand cream
on the end table, she put a healthy dollup on his shaft so her
boyfriend could better perform the task she had given to him.