Part 1: Katie
Katie stared at the title of the video with both apprehension and desire. “Hypno-slave Induction for Women,” it read. The idea had never occurred to her, but reading the words made her pussy quiver.
“Should we watch it?” asked Brenda.
Katie turned her head to the blonde, hoping to see desire in her blue eyes. She found only a playful curiosity.
“Hell no!” Cynthia chimed in. The black girl shook her head adamantly, her thick afro bouncing a little. “There’s no telling what that thing will do to us.”
“You don’t even know if it’ll work,” Katie said. “It’s a YouTube video. It’s probably just crap.”
“I dunno,” Brenda said. “Look at the comments.”
Brenda scrolled down so the three girls could read.
LL: So relaxing and a joy to listen to. I feel wonderful and would like to feel this pleasure again and again.
AN: Master that felt really good. I was so blank and empty. please can I have more commands?
JL: I feel wonderful and eager to be given more commands. I will obey.
TS: I obey and serve my master. He gives me pleasure.
LK: I love knowing I cannot fight. Giving in and surrendering is the only way.
“Oh my God,” Brenda gasped. “It looks like it works.”
Cynthia scrunched her face in disgust, though her brown eyes held some fear in them. “Why would people even want to watch this, knowing how it affected those other people? You’re setting yourself up to be controlled by a complete stranger!”
Katie knew though. She had gotten wetter with each new comment. She struggled not to squirm on her chair as they clustered around Brenda’s laptop.
She read the last comment several times as she twisted one of her brown locks around her finger.
LK: I love knowing I cannot fight. Giving in and surrendering is the only way.
Why is that statement so hot? she thought.
“Some girls have a control fetish,” Brenda said, seeming to answer her question. “This video has thousands of views, so there’s definitely something to it.”
Cynthia huffed. “The idea of handing over my mind to someone else is just so..”
Delicious,’thought Katie.
“Scary?” asked Brenda.
“Ridiculous,” said Cynthia. “Disgusting even. And definitely dangerous.”
Katie wasn’t surprised by the response. Cynthia’s dominant personality was well known across their college campus. The girl was beautiful but hard-headed. Men tended to think of black girls with big tits, thick thighs, and a large ass as stupid hoes. Cynthia ensured that wasn’t the case with her. The girl was smart; top of her class in most subjects. She made her own money. Her dad taught her how to invest, and after just three years of dealing in real estate, she owned three properties just off campus that she rented to other students. Their rent paid for her tuition and then some.
Most guys feared Cynthia, and anyone that tried to date her didn’t last long. She said they were all weak. Her current dalliance did whatever she told him with a look of both awe and fear as she ordered him around. He’d lasted a record five weeks. Even so, Katie was willing to bet that at twenty-one, despite dating over a dozen guys, Cynthia still retained her virginity.
“So, something else?” asked Brenda.
As Cynthia began to nod her agreement, Katie piped in, “I kind of want to see what it does.”
When Cynthia turned to her in shock, she added, “Not to get hypnotized. I’m curious to see what he says and what the video shows that would make girls get hypnotized.”
“We can play a bit at a time,” Brenda suggested. “Do it in spurts so it doesn’t affect us.”
“I don’t know…” Cynthia said.
“Just the first minute,” said Katie. “One minute’s not gonna do anything to us. I mean, the video’s twenty-three minutes long. And we can stop every couple sentences.”
Cynthia gave a resigned shrug. “Fine. Just the first minute. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Brenda pressed play and the video started. A deep voice told them to make themselves comfortable while a spiral rotated on the screen and a ball moved back and forth like a pendulum. The girls had all seen shows where a pendulum was used to hypnotize people and the combination of this and the spiral pulled their gaze in powerfully. Brenda hit the space bar to pause the video. They were only twenty seconds in.
“I like his voice,” she said. “It’s soothing.”
Katie nodded. “Me too. I wonder what he looks like.”
“Did you notice that when he said take a deep breath, we all did?” Brenda asked.
“Did we?” said Katie. “I was focussed on the screen. Wow. I guess it works fast.”
Cynthia didn’t say anything, but neither of the other two girls expected her to compliment the maker of the video. Brenda hit the space bar again.
The voice continued, “Your body is beginning to feel heavier, your movements sluggish... It could be that you just don’t want to move... because moving means you need to stop listening... And you definitely don't want to stop listening…”
Brenda was reaching for the space bar when she heard those words. He was right. She didn’t want to stop listening. She definitely didn’t want to stop listening. She let her hand drop to her lap, and the three girls continued to watch the video.
The next thing that Katie knew, the video was over and she felt amazing. Her panties were soaked. She couldn’t remember anything about what was said in the video other than what they discussed during the brief time Brenda paused it. She had a sense that time had passed, and she somehow knew she felt wonderful during the period she couldn’t remember, but what she heard and saw during that time seemed lost to her.
“That wasn’t that bad,” said Brenda. “I mean, parts of it were over-the-top, but on the whole, it was relaxing.”
“You remember it?” asked Katie.
Brenda nodded. “Most of it. I zoned out now and then, but I do that during lectures, so I’m pretty sure I didn’t go under.”
Cynthia gave both of them a confused glance. “What are you two talking about?”
“The video,” said Brenda. “Do you remember much of it?”
A hint of fear joined the confusion in Cynthia’s eyes. “But we haven’t watched yet, have we?”
Brenda chuckled. “Girl, look at the time. It’s almost half an hour later than when we started.”
Cynthia clenched her fists. “But… But… We were supposed to stop after a minute.”
“We stopped after twenty seconds,” said Katie. “Don’t you remember?”
“Oh my God!” Brenda giggled. “Did the high and mighty Cynthia get tranced after just twenty seconds?”
More and more panic filled Cynthia’s face. “Oh my God. I just… I mean… what do you?… Am I?” Her breaths were quick and short, on the verge of hyperventilation. Her large breasts heaved. Brenda wondered if her top would burst open.
Katie took her hands. “Calm down, Cynthia. Just try to relax.”
“Relax?” exclaimed Cynthia. “Don’t say that! What if I’m programmed to go into a trance whenever someone says that?”
Brenda rolled her eyes. “Seriously? If that were the case, does it look like it worked?”
Katie continued to try and calm her friend. “It’s okay Cynthia. Nothing in that video is going to suddenly turn you into some sort of hypnotic slave.”
Cynthia’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “Excuse me?” she exclaimed. “Can you read the title of the video again?”
Katie looked over at computer again, and sure enough, the words hadn’t changed. “Hypno–slave induction for women.” She shook her head at Cynthia. “No, I mean Brenda remembers almost all of it. And she doesn’t remember any codewords or, what are they called?”
Brenda tapped the tip of her small upturned nose, her blue eyes smiling at Cynthia’s predicament. “Triggers.”
“Triggers,” Katie repeated. “Do you, Brenda?”
The blonde shook her head, her straight hair flowing. “I think you’re good. I mean, do you have an uncontrollable urge to go out and suck cock or something?”
Cynthia shook her head, finally starting to calm down.
“Is that what he said in the video?” asked Katie.
Brenda shook her head again. “It was more stuff like ‘You love being obedient. You need me to take control. You feel horny… in need… so wet… good girl.”
Katie gave a quizzical look to Brenda. The way she said those last few phrases, her voice changed. It was almost like she was slipping into a trance. Katie wondered if she was quoting video at that point. And when she said, “Good girl,” Katie had shuddered. There was something wrong in the way Brenda said it. The voice. But she enjoyed hearing the words, and part of her wanted to hear them again.
“I don’t remember a thing,” said Cynthia. “And it’s freaking me out that I don’t remember any time passing.”
A devious look came over Brenda. “If you’re worried about what was in the video,” she said, reaching for the keyboard. “I could play it aga–”
“No!” Cynthia propelled herself away from the screen. Her chair tilted backward, spilling her onto the floor. The scene didn’t embarrass her in her panic. She stood up and took another step back. “No way I’m ever watching another hypnosis video! I’m so done with this.”
“Okay, okay,” Brenda soothed. “We’ll watch some anime.”
“I’m just gonna head home,” said Cynthia. “I need some air.” She grabbed her book bag before glancing back and pointing. “And I need to get the fuck away from that thing.”
“I’m gonna head out too,” said Katie. “This was … well, I’m not sure what this was.”
Brenda opened her mouth to say something witty, but realized her thoughts echoed Katie’s.
***
Katie had rushed home, doing her best not to speed too much. Upon entering her room she threw her book bag on her bed and sat down at her desk, opening her laptop. A quick YouTube search brought up the video. Her eyes went to the description. “Best experienced with headphones on,” she muttered. “Well, it was great without the headphones. Let’s see how much better it is with them.” She slipped a set on and pressed play.
Eager for the experience again, she dropped quickly into a trance. Soon, she started floating, her arousal growing. Pleasure coursed through her body. And then she was awake again.
“Oh God, I feel amazing,” she said. “I have to do something though.”
She wasn’t sure what, however.
Did the video order me to do something? she thought. No, Brenda would have told me if it gave us any commands. No triggers, she said. But I need to do something. Maybe if I watch it again.
Twenty-three minutes later...
“It feels even better each time,” she said breathlessly. “Oh fuck, my panties are soaked. What do I do now? I need to do something. No. I need to be told to do something. But how?”
She looked at the description again and expanded the text box. “Watch the video then send feedback…”