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Chapter 1

It all started on what should have been a normal Wednesday afternoon. I was studying with my friend Cathy; we had American Lit. together and were reading Thoreau. Cathy was cute and friendly, but I had a major crush on her roommate, Tonya. God, Tonya was gorgeous. Blond hair, green eyes, small breasts, and a nice, round, curved butt. I've always liked a little flesh on a woman's rear, and Tonya was perfect even after gaining her freshman five pounds. I had found an apartment across the street just so I could 'accidently' run into Tonya on the bus to campus, but I never got any studying done once I got there because I was preoccupied with some fantasy about her. Cathy and I were sitting on the couch in the living room, taking a break from studying, when Tonya returned from a sorority meeting. She kicked off her shoes and put on a tape of "Days of our Lives" that had been recorded earlier. Cathy sat on one side of me, Tonya in the chair off to the other; it was all I could not to turn and look.

"Steve, do you want to get back to the books?" Cathy asked.

"Not really, but I guess we have to plow through this."

"I know how you feel. I wish someone could just hypnotize me so I'd remember this stuff."

I decided to chance it and told her that I had put people in trances back in high school, as a party gag. I had learned from a booklet that I had bought "Putting the Crowds to Sleep: Your Career as a Stage Hypnotist."

Tonya must have been bored with her soap, because she suggested that I hypnotize Cathy. "Are you sure its a good idea?" Cathy asked. "Go on. For crying out loud, its only Steve and I'll be here to watch." With that settled, I began the induction. Cathy's eyelids began to flutter, and a blank look crossed her face. I told her to put her arm up, and that she could not lower it. Cathy complied, and I heard a noise off to the side. I turned to look, and there sat Tonya, her eyes half open and her arm outstreatched. I guess someone was watching a little too closely. I turned back to Cathy (I didn't want to draw attention to Tonya's condition for fear of snapping her out of it) and continued. "You will now slowly lower your arm as I count from 10, and when it hits your side, you will be completely under. 10... 9... 8...." You know the rest. Cathy's eyes shut and she slumped back into the sofa on 0. I turned to look and Tonya was under also, her face turned sideways toward me and half hidden by the blond hair that fell across it.

I stood them up and sent them into the kitchen for one final test. I saw that Tonya was filling out her favorite black shorts in her usual sexy way.

Walking slowly beside her, I also noticed Cathy's short brown hair brushing against the nape of her neck, and what nice legs she had. I usually don't see her in a skirt. Or hose either. They stood together in the kitchen doorway, Tonya slightly taller than her friend. I went in past them, brushing against Tonya's limp hand. I got out a bottle of ammonia and told them it was their favorite perfume. If they accepted this, they were really under. Cathy smiled as I put the "perfume" under her nose, and Tonya let out a little groan of pleasure. They were mine.

I ran my fingers across Tonya's breast. I could feel through the fabric of her white shirt that she wasn't wearing a bra today. I slid up her chest, brushed her neck, and took her face in my hand, pulling her in and giving her the kiss I had wanted to give her for two long years. I reached around and pressed her warm, soft body close to mine. I could feel her breasts pressing against me, and if she were conscious, she would have felt something of mine pressing in return. "Tonya, go into the bedroom." As I watched my first real love make her way to the hallway with the bedrooms, I turned to Cathy. I always thought she could be pretty if she stopped just throwing on some old sweats to go to class. Now, I knew. She was revealing a little cleavage by not completely buttoning her short sleeved shirt, and I remembered she was actually wearing perfume when I arrived earlier today.

Was she hoping I'd make a pass at her? "Cathy, you go into Tonya's bedroom, too."

You can't make someone who has been hypnotized do something against her will, right? Cathy and made herself up for me, and Tonya had to know how I felt by now. I couldn't take it this far and not see it through, so I went in after them.

Cathy stood by the bed, and Tonya was over by the dresser. "Tonya, close the blinds." Say what you want to about me, but at least I'm not an exihibitionist. "Cathy, undress and get into bed...but leave the hose on."

I went up behind Tonya at the window. Reaching around, I cupped her little breasts and nuzzled her neck. Sliding down, I went into the waist of her shorts and pulled the shirt up over her head. Her arms flopped lifelessly to her side as they left the sleeves. I reached around and undid the shorts. Turning her around, I put my hands in those black shorts and, feeling around her wide hips and high, ample rear, slid them to the floor.

The panties that followed were the last thing she wore. Tonya stood there, nude and obedient, her head cocked to one side and looking downward. I brought her head back up, and moved her arms up into a beckoning pose. I took her standing in the pose in which I had set her, her only movement being an occational high groan. Not bad for a shy kid's first time.

Cathy lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, oblivious to what just happened not three feet away from her. I ordered Tonya into bed, and stopped to admire my handiwork. They were both beautiful with limp bodies and placid expressions. Cathy's arms were at her sides, and her legs were slightly apart. Tonya had folded her hands across her tight stomach. Both of their mouths hung slightly open with Tonya's lips parted slightly more.

I got between them and, propping Cathy's upper body up against my chest, I fondled her as Tonya removed the last article of clothing any of us were wearing - Cathy's hose. She moved them slowly down Cathy's slender legs, gradually revealing the tanned skin beneath. I brought Tonya back into bed and entered her again as Cathy kissed and stroked my back on my command.

It was getting late, they were both due at the restraunt where they worked (and met, actually), and even at 21 I needed a rest after alternating between each hypnotized girl one last time, so I got everyone dressed and back into position in the living room. After giving them hypnotic trigger words, I told them to remember nothing but that we had studied and watched TV. Then I woke them up.

"Oh my gosh, were going to be late for work. Sorry we didn't get much studying done, Steve."

"That's ok. Don't worry about it. It was a productive afternoon."

Roommates

by The Wax Tadpole

No copyright. Copy it, transmit it, alter it, claim it as your own, put Pat Buchanan in the sex scenes; I don't care. If I leave out a body fluid, smell, or obscenity, chalk it up to poetic license.

Chapter 2

I hadn't tried for a repeat performance. I guess I still felt a little guilty about taking advantage of Cathy and Tonya. Cathy was over at my apartment. We were trying to finish "Walden" before the final, but were having trouble what with my roommate and some of his friends watching the game in the next room. We were talking, and suddenly Cathy slumped forward onto the kitchen table. Either I should be more careful or I should pick a less common hypnotic trigger. The guys noticed what had happened; it was halftime after all.

"Cathy? Steve, is she OK?"

I leaned over to pretend to check on her and whispered for her to open her eyes and sit up.

"Cathy, are you alright? How do you feel?"

"Sleepy." The answer I expected. I told everyone else that she hadn't been feeling well and that I should take her home. I guided Cathy to my car and drove to her place. This was supposed to be Tonya's night at the gym, so I thought we'd have the place to ourselves, but I heard the shower going as we entered.

"Who's there?"

"Cathy, its just us. We were studying but had to leave because of the noise from the game."

"Its just us. Steve and I were studying but had to leave because of the noise from the game."

Leaving Cathy in the living room, I went into Tonya's room. I cracked the bathroom door and shouted the trigger word over the running water. Seeing Tonya's silhouette not moving behind the curtain, I drew it back.

Beautiful, even without any makeup. Her long, blond hair clung to her neck and back. I watched the beads of water roll down the naked breasts, hips, rump, and thighs that I would control tonight. Undressing and entering the shower, I began applying the soap, starting at one hand and moving my way up the arm that hung loosely against her. I did the shoulders and reached around to do the back while kissing her open mouth. After giving her chest and abdomen a good soaping, I moved down the other arm. I finished and went down both legs. We then made love, our bodies slipping against each other from the soap, the spray of water adding to the heat.

Cathy had been watching the phone for me, and I heard her take a message from Tonya's sometimes boyfriend. He was due pretty soon, and he was much larger than I am, so I left the bathroom and bedroom, and shouted instructions for Tonya to restart her shower where she left off.

"Who's there?"

"Cathy, its just us. We were studying but had to leave because of the noise from the game."

"Its just us. Steve and I were studying but had to leave because of the noise from the game."

Roommates

by The Wax Tadpole

No copyright. Copy it, transmit it, alter it, claim it as your own, put Pat Buchanan in the sex scenes; I don't care. If I leave out a body fluid, smell, or obscenity, chalk it up to poetic license.

Chapter 3

The next semester, I didn't have a class with Cathy. I'd come over from time to time, however. I was practicing making passes at women when I was alone with one of them. I usually failed at first, but eventually started succeeding in getting them into bed without taking control of them. It seemed that Tonya liked being complemented on her personality instead of her butt. Either way, they never remembered. It was like being able to put in another quarter for a new game. One day, as I was walking back from lab, they drove by on their way home from work. Cathy pulled the car over to say hello. I said something other than hello, and as they stared vacantly at the windshield I got into the back seat. "Drive home."

We got to their apartment and I sat them on the sofa. Both girls worked at the local Bennigan's type restraunt, and they were still in what passed for a uniform: solid color polo shirts (Cathy in red and Tonya in green), and denim. Tonya wore her favorite pair of jeans, my favorite too, and Cathy had on blue jean shorts. Something about uniforms just attracts me. Must be the show of someone else's power over them, deciding what they would wear.

Now, I decided. I had them undress each other. Cathy took off Tonya's shirt; Tonya took off Cathy's shorts. By the time Tonya's bra hit the pile of clothes on the floor, they were both completely undressed.

After taking both of them, I got to thinking. I was bored and needed a new toy. I guess I had commitment issues back then. Tonya had a soriority sister, Leigh, who was a beautiful little redhead with a nice, rounded, almost plump figure. I got to thinking; hypnosis wasn't rocket science. I learned. I could teach it. This would give me what John Poindexter talked about at the Iran Contra hearings: denyability. If it fails, I'm not even in the room.

I sent the girls home and told them to practice on each other. I guess they did, because the next time I was over there, Cathy just ignored me.

"What's with her?" I asked Tonya.

Well, I'm kind of embarassed to say, but you know how we always fight about who's going to do the housework. So I hypnotized her. I don't know what gave me the idea. Cathy, come here. Plant a big one on Steve. No, bigger. She's wanted to do this for two years now, Steve.

When are you ever going to get a clue about these things.

Cathy threw both arms around me, pulled herself off the floor, and wrapped her legs around me, kissing my neck and face and moving her body up and down. As Tonya stood there, transfixed by the trigger I gave her, I took her gift into the bedroom and further than she had ever intended for it to go. Cathy deserved a little revenge for that, even if she would never remember it, and I was just the guy to think of it.

Cathy had an art class, and her exhibit was a performance piece, "Woman unconscious." Tonya was her involuntary volunteer. Art to symbolize women's oppression by our sexist culture. Art to symbolize our obliviousness to what goes on around us. I don't know much about art, but I know what I like, and Tonya looked hot in that leotard as she was lying on that table in the main building for all passers-by to see. It caused quite a stir.

Cathy had to wake her up once or twice just to reassure the administration that there were no illegal drugs involved.

Later, the girls were given their instructions. Cathy was to be under when Leigh arrived at their apartment for a movie they had rented and invited her over to see. They would do the "you can't remember your name" and "you can't lift your foot off the floor" bits for Leigh, and then ask her if she wanted to try it. Peer pressure should do the rest. It did.

The phone rang, and Cathy said in a flat monotone "she's ready."

"Bring her over."

They arrived soon after. Leigh wore a tight red and brown sweater that showed off her ample busom, and had somehow squeezed into a pair of tan slacks that showed off her muscular rear every bit as well. Her long red hair hung in a pony tail that reached halfway down her back. Her blue eyes were open wide, and I thought I saw panic in that cute, freckled face, but she had passed the ammonia test and was doing everything she was instructed to do.

"Leigh, do you remember me?"

"Yea, we met last year in Bakin Hall."

"Were you interested in me?"

"I thought you were kinda cute, but I was still hung up on Mike at the time."

"Over Mike?"

"Yea. He doesen't even call anymore."

I sent the other girls home with instructions to forget all about this because I wanted to concentrate on my new subject. I controlled that beautiful girl out of that sweater, across the living room, out of her shoes, into the hallway, out of those slacks, up against the bedroom doorway, out of her bra, onto the bed, and out of her panties. We made love all night with all the passion I could command from her. I gave her everything she could want, because she could only want what I told her to want. Falling for someone cannot be against your will, otherwise nobody would ever get together, and if falling for me wasn't against her will, then neither was falling into my bed.

As the relationship progressed, I took to giving her post hypnotic instructions to meet me at some designated time and place. The anticipation as I went to where we were to meet was fantastic, as was the rush of power when I saw her there, waiting. I was controlling her in front of the entire campus and nobody knew, but the other guys were jealous of how submissive she was. Am I any worse than a man who controls a woman through abuse? I would call her late at night for an encounter she would never remember. I cheated on her with Tonya; leaving Tonya unconscious and closed up in the closet when Leigh would come over. Eventually, just for the rush, I would leave Leigh naked, hypnotized, and lying on the bed undiscovered while I watched the game with the guys in the next room.

Roommates

by The Wax Tadpole

No copyright. Copy it, transmit it, alter it, claim it as your own, put Pat Buchanan in the sex scenes; I don't care. If I leave out a body fluid, smell, or obscenity, chalk it up to poetic license.

Chapter 4

I broke it off with Leigh right before graduation. I was going off to graduate school in another state, and I wasn't ready for the responsibility of bringing her with me. I told her to think it was all for the best. How many guys break up with a woman and cause her so little pain? Tonya and I said goodby, and I wound up basically selling Cathy. I disguised it as a bet. A guy I knew, George, and the hots for her, but he was not too bright and a little overweight and balding. She wasn't interested until I bet George she'd accept if he asked her out for what would have been the tenth time. He was suprised at her enthusiasm, even if I wasn't. I collected $50 on that.

I didn't date much at first, but eventually I met Nina. She was an adorable woman of Asian descent (she was an Accounting major from Pittsburg) and one of the most outgoing people I had ever met. We had gone out a couple of times when I saw her outside the Engineering building looking at a poster that had been tied to a tree. I recognized the poster immediately. It was for a stage hypnotist who was making the rounds of the colleges in the state.

"Hi, Nina. What's up?" (I was always the snappy conversationalist)

"Hey, Steve! Not much. This looks, uhm, interesting."

"Thinking of going?"

"Sure, why not? Want to go together?"

"Sure. Might be fun."

Needless to say, I was counting the eight days, five hours, and seventeen minutes before showtime even before this. Going with Nina would only make it worse. Eventually, the night arrived and I went to Nina's dorm to pick her up. She looked just gorgeous in a short blue dress, and her smile lit up the room when I gave her the flowers I brought for her. We arrived at the show a little late, and had to sit up front because those were the only seats left.

Eventually, a short, balding man in his 40s bounded onto the stage and introduced himself. After the usual discussion of hypnosis and some lame jokes, he began the induction. Out of curiosity, I didn't resist, and Nina went right under also. We were called to the stage together, and neither of us could resist. Nina and I stood next to each other, staring helplessly out into the audience. We were asked if we were a couple, and Nina quietly answered "yes." Some other people were called to the stage also. The three nearest us were two frat rats who probably would have taken off their shirts and pretended to be Elvis even without the hypnotist, and another woman I knew. Lisa was a brunette graduate student in Sociology. She was 5'10" and had a body so perfect that it belonged under glass in a museum (which would make this an entirely different kind of story.) She kept insisting she wasn't hypnotized, so she was forced to freeze in position now and again while the performer dealt with his other subjects.

During the show, we were told to start and stop kissing each other. I became so jealous of another man's control over Nina; it was like she was kissing him instead of me. Until I was told to do so, all I could do was look, and not touch. I was in agony having my emotions turned on and off like somebody's plaything. Eventually, the show ended with "stiff as a board." Nina was told to tense every muscle in her athletic little body; I could see their outlines on her arms and bare shoulders. She was picked up like a doll and put across two chairs to the applause of the crowd. We were eventually woken up, and told to remember what had happened (which is not the way I do things, but it let me tell the story.) Nina's breathing was as shallow and ragged as mine as we walked to my apartment.

"Oh, Steve, wasn't that a rush! Tell me everything you remember."

By the time we got back to my place, I had told her everything about that night from my point of view, and had even let slip about how jealous I was when she was under. "Are you too jealous to invite me in?" Nina asked as she bit her finger and gave me a seductive look. Before I could respond, she turned away, keeping me in her view out of the corners of her eyes as she went in.

We sat down on the couch to talk. I told her that I used to hypnotize people myself. "I was, well, kinda hoping you were" she paused and turned red "into this sort of thing, Steve. I've never had a date take me to a hypnotist before." Nina was too embarassed to say so at first, but she eventually told me that she never missed a movie or TV show about hypnosis.

She demanded to know everything about what I had done, and seeing her getting so aroused, I told her about Cathy and Tonya before I could catch myself.

"Both of them? I'm the one who should be jealous."

Her hungry look gave me her permission, so I began the induction. She went right under, her head hitting the cushion on the end of the sofa. I lifted each well toned leg and slipped off its shoe. I stood her up and told her to drop the blue dress. She stood there, staring out as helplessly as she had done at the show. This time, she was mine, not his. My eyes went down her young body, from her perfect little breasts in a blue bra, to the blue panties that partially hid the tatoo on her hip (two roses), and down the white hose on her legs. "Nina, tell me that you love me." "I love you, Steve." Without moving her gaze, she stripped in a slow, almost mechanical fashion. I picked her up and carried my compliant girlfriend into the bedroom.

I lay on my back, and had her straddle me. I told her to move only to keep herself upright as I entered her. I looked up at her pretty face. She looked so peaceful as she slept. Her body gently swayed to my motion inside her. One hand dangled at her side, her other rested on my chest until my thrusting caused it to slide off. I brought her down to me, kissing that open mouth and stroking her fine black hair. She was almost weightless on top of me as her legs sprawled wherever the laws of physics took them. I carried her into the bathroom to clean off in the tub together, being careful to keep her head above the water. She sat on my lap and leaned against me as I fondled and washed her and made love to her inert body again.

She woke up lying on the bed, her cool, damp body wrapped in a towel and being stroked by yours truly. I had given her a trigger and told her to remember everything. She had wanted this as much as I did.

Roommates

by The Wax Tadpole

No copyright. Copy it, transmit it, alter it, claim it as your own, put Pat Buchanan in the sex scenes; I don't care. If I leave out a body fluid, smell, or obscenity, chalk it up to poetic license.

Chapter 5

Nina and I had moved to San Francisco after graduation. We had been together for a few years; sometimes I would sneak up on her and take control of her, sometimes when we were in bed she'd whisper "put me under."

The day came when the invitation to my five year undergraduate reunion arrived in the mail. I wasn't too excited about going, but Nina talked me into it.

We arrived at that small college town, settled our things into the hotel room, and went downstairs to the party. I had been mingling and catching up with the guys when I noticed that Nina was nowhere to be seen. I went back up to the room to check on her; I thought that the flight in may have left her a little unsettled.

I went into the hotel room and there stood Tonya, hypnotized. Nina sat on the bed in a nightgown I didn't recognize.

Like the new nighty? Its too big for me; its her's. She saw us come in together and caught up with me in the restroom.She introduced herself and told me that she was a friend of yours from school. I tried out your favorite trigger words until I hit the last one you had used on her.You never told me that you had hypnotized her without her permission.

"Well, Nina, did Tonya ask you to hypnotize her?"

No. She never knew what hit her. I guess I'm as bad as you are. I would have brought Cathy too, but she is here with her husband George and she'd be missed. I was thinking. I know men are always curious about their old flames at reunions, and you never let me put you under, so I thought we'd compromise. Tonya's yours if you want her as long as I get to control her. Let me help you decide. Tonya, take off that dress. Be a gentleman and help her with the zipper, Steve.

The years had been good to Tonya; I could see through the red silk dress she wore that she had continued to go to the gym. Tonya pushed the silk dress down her body, revealing the equally silky skin beneath. She wiggled and pushed it down past the curve of her hips and it hit the floor. The rest of her clothes followed as Nina put my first love through a slow, seductive striptease.

"Tonya, you are as stiff as a board." Tonya began to sway as her subconscious fought to keep her on her feet. A wide-eyed, almost stunned look was frozen onto her face. "Timber!" Nina shouted, giggling, as she pulled Tonya face down onto the bed. Her legs stuck out over the edge just under the knee. Slapping Tonya's butt, Nina asked "so, is this her best side?" She then flipped Tonya's rigid body over with a slight grunt and pulled her all the way up to the headboard. Tonya now stared at the ceiling, waiting for instructions. She'd be making no decisions tonight.

I climbed into bed, and began to stroke those small breasts that I had first fondled all those years ago. "Tonya, relax." At Nina's command, Tonya's stiff pose became a sprawl on the bed. "Tonya, take Steve in your arms and make love to him like you used to." As we began, I wondered. Which woman was I really making love to? The one whose naked body writhed beneath me or the one controlling her movements, using everything she had learned about what I liked over the years? "Tonya, become stiff again." She froze, still wrapped around me, her grip tighter than I had ever remembered. Nina always knew the best time to slow things down. I somehow managed to turn us over to put Tonya on top. Now go completely limp." I could feel the dead weight of her body press against me as I finished.

The girls (Nina's mind, Tonya's body) brought me back up for another round two more times. Afterward, Nina got Tonya dressed and sent her back to her room with instructions to go right to sleep and remember nothing the next morning. As she snuggled up to me in bed, Nina said:

It turns out that Tonya would up in San Francisco too. She is rooming with another friend of yours from school. Leigh. Maybe we should invite them over sometime.