"I want you to look at something," Lisa told Sara.

Lisa, the mistress, was about to hypnotise the unknowing Sara. Lisa is in her twenties and has reddish-blonde hair, and is very voluptuous and gorgeous - although without looking ridiculously unrealistic. Sara is a blonde beach bimbo, about seventeen and wears really skimpy, almost bikini-like, clothing and is really hot to look at but dumb and weak-willed.

"Okay, like, what is it?" asked Sara.

Lisa held up a prism on a chain.

"Wow, that's sooo pretty!" proclaimed Sara. "Could I, like, stare at it?"

"Sure," said Lisa, smiling at how easy this was. "Here, let me swing it around a bit, so it'll catch the light better." Lisa gently swung the crystal before Sara's vacuous, albeit sexy and sensual, eyes.

"Wow, that really does pick up the light," stated Sara, gazing at the swaying prism.

"Keep staring at it," coaxed Lisa. "Stare deeply into the swaying crystal."

"No problem there," said Sara, enthusiastically.

Lisa slunk her arm around Sara's waist. "Why don't you sit on my lap?"

"Sure," Sara replied without hesitating, immediately sitting on her soon-to-be mistress's lap.

Lisa moved her hand around Sara's back to her front, and up her shirt. Lisa then began stroking her soon-to-be slave's tummy.

"How does this feel?" asked Lisa.

Sara continued to stare at the swinging prism, completely entranced by it. "Well, actually really good. Which is strange, because it's totally, like, gay. Well, you know, I mean like, what's that word? 'Lesbianism?' You know, you're putting your hand up my shirt and I'm sitting on your lap and all. The thing is I'm totally straight. Really into guys. In fact, I'm supposed to have sex with a couple of guys later this afternoon."

"Don't think about that," purred Lisa. "Just gaze into the prism."

"Oh, sure thing," complied Sara. "You know, it's kinda funny. As I keep staring at this crystal, I feel more and more, um - what's that word?"

"'Obedient?'" suggested Lisa. "'Submissive?'"

"Yeah, that's it!" exclaimed Sara. "I just find myself wanting to obey your every command. Isn't that strange? Oh well, back to the crystal." Sara continued staring and allowed herself to become more hypnotised by the minute.

"So you're ready to become my slave, then?" inquired Lisa.

"Yeah, totally," stated Sara. "I don't know why, but I'm completely under your control now, my mistress. Um, do you want me to call you 'mistress?'"

Lisa giggled. "Yes, that would be nice, slave girl."

"Oh, wow, if you had called me 'slave girl' a few minutes ago, I would've been so angry, but now it sounds kinda natural, like it describes me perfectly," said the slave girl. "So, like, what do wish of me, mistress? I'm totally in your power."

"Make love to me," commanded Lisa.

"That's so weird, I was just thinking that that's what you wanted," said Sara. "I mean with the way you're feeling me up and all. Hey, wait a minute, you've just hypnotised me, haven't you?"

"Pretty much, yeah," responded Lisa. "I've completely hypnotised you and now you're my slave."

"Wow, how humiliating," Sara said in disillusionment. "I didn't even see it coming. By the way, um, do I really have to have sex with you?"

Lisa nodded.

"Oh, dear," sighed Sara. "This is just so humiliating, to get hypnotised like that."

"And so easily too," added Lisa.

"Yeah, who knew I was such a weakling," Sara stated, depressed.

Lisa put the prism down and embraced Sara, kissing her deeply. "Take off your clothes." Lisa carried a sly look.

"Yes, mistress," Sara stated obediently. Sara pulled off her shirt and then got up and removed her jean shorts. She wasn't wearing underwear and was now totally naked.

"Now dance for me, slave," ordered Lisa. "Make sure it's sexy. Make me really hot."

The slave girl danced. Very slow, and swaying her hips, much like how the prism had swayed before her helpless eyes. The whole time she stared deeply into her mistress's penetrating gaze. Sara began to gyrate, her ample breasts bouncing and jiggling to her own sexual rhythm. This continued for a few minutes, until Lisa stopped her slave.

"I want to lick you all over," Lisa stated. "Come here."

Sara obediently walked over to her mistress. Lisa pulled her forward and began running her tongue from the edge of her slave's blossom and slowly up her tummy. Lisa did this several times, licking up and around her tummy and thighs, carefully avoiding Sara's vagina, but just reaching the edges of it, making Sara hotter, and yet somewhat more disgusted with herself, with each lick. To help Sara, Lisa told her to imagine a hot guy was doing this to her, but that really didn't help.

Lisa paused for a moment and asked, "Are you thinking about a guy?"

"I'm trying to," Sara replied. "But I can't really. You just feel too - girlish, y'know?"

"Fine, then I'll stop," confirmed Lisa.

"Oh, wow, thanks," Sara said gratefully. "I feel much better. Look, I'm sorry this didn't work out. I'm just not lesbian material, y'know."

Lisa pulled Sara down. "You're not getting off that easy. You have to do me now." Lisa pulled up her skirt and slid off her panties.

"What!" exclaimed Sara.

Lisa held the back of Sara's head and moved her field of vision right in front of her mistress's smouldering womanhood. Sara gasped. "N-no, c'mon. Please, you can't do this to me!" "Your begging only makes me want it more," established Lisa, smiling in her dominance over this sex kitten. "Come on, stroke me there with your tongue, slave. You have no choice." Lisa playfully tickled Sara under her chin. Sara sighed, deeply depressed. "Yes, mistress." Sara carefully ran her tongue along the inner edge of her mistress's vagina, and then stopped for a moment. "Oh, this so gross." "Come on," Lisa said, becoming agitated. "Get in there." Lisa pulled Sara towards her, forcing her to lick deeper. Sara muffled quite a few times, which sounded like whining. Lisa ignored her and made certain that her slave would continue pleasuring her until she came at least once. After her first orgasm, Lisa gave Sara a bit of a rest. "Ohh," groaned Sara. "I think I'm gonna be sick." "Meow." Lisa was still gasping. "Mmmm, it felt soooo good. Ready to go again?" "Oh, no, please!" pleaded Sara. "Please, don't do this to me!" Sara began to cry. "Okay, okay," Lisa comforted. She sat next to her slave and stroked the side of her head. "It's okay." Lisa held the prism up before Sara's eyes. "Just look at the prism again. That's right. You feel much better now, don't you?" "Yes, mistress," Sara responded. "All bad and uncomfortable feelings are gliding away from your body, leaving only comfort," Lisa told her. "You are feeling drowsy now. You feel your eyelids closing. Don't fight it. Just let yourself go into a deep hypnotic sleep. And when you awaken, you'll be refreshed and ready to serve me again." "Yes, mistress -" Sara trailed as she slumped over and fell deeply asleep.

"Dream of me, slave girl," Lisa said as one last command. "Dream of erotic ways to serve me when you awaken."

Sara murmured something like "yes, mistress," and then Lisa carefully rested her on the couch. Lisa watched her breathe. It was also hypnotic in itself. Watching her chest and stomach rise and fall with breath. Lisa stroked Sara's chest and stomach as she slept, feeling each breath.