Emma's Hypnosis (Lesbian Mind Control Erotica) Read online

  Emma’s Hypnosis

  A Kinky Virgin Lesbian Erotica

  By Lexie X

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  Copyright © 2012 by Lexie X

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  Emma’s Hypnosis

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  About the Author

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  Emma’s Hypnosis

  Chapter 1

  She languidly wandered into the bookstore, lacking direction and thought. The ennui of stay-at-home life had turned her days into a blurry unending stretch of agonizing boredom, and even shopping was beginning to lose its appeal. Thus, Emma found herself wandering into a bookstore, something which she regarded almost as an act of desperation.

  She immediately found herself faced with a seemingly infinite number of title and cover combinations that made little sense to her, given how briefly she glanced at each. She’d enjoyed reading at certain times in her life, but, at the moment, the prospect of sitting still and poring through a book sounded like a simple continuation of her current predicament.

  That judgment stuck with her until she wandered into the quiet back rows of the store and saw something that caught her eye.

  The end of a small chain hung out of a particular book in a fashion that would have made it invisible to most browsers - but, wandering aimlessly, she had happened to stand in the exact odd position to see it. She pulled the book out, waving away a little slough of dust, and cracked open the yellowed pages.

  “How old is this thing?” she muttered.

  Her idle interest quickly lit up as she found the source of the chain, which slinked out from a hidden cavity in the ancient book’s leather-bound cover. Pulling it out, she held up a gold heart-shaped locket that seemed very old and very valuable.

  She looked around to see if anyone had noticed her discovery, but she was alone in the dim stacks. The only other person in the store was the mild-mannered old lady owner, far up front and far from view.

  Putting the book down for a moment, she lifted the locket up by both ends of its chain, twisting it for a few moments - it didn’t seem to open or anything. The intricately carved gold heart was one solid piece. Excited, she hooked the two ends of the chain together.

  Immediately, she dropped the locket.

  A strange current of power had run through her hand once the chain had been completed. It’d felt like the damn thing was electrified… but that was impossible, right? She leaned down and poked it, confirming the odd sensation. It wasn’t electricity, not exactly…

  She picked up the book and finally flipped it over to read the cover.

  “Effecting Hypnosis?”

  She opened the cover and searched the front pages, but there was no sign of an author or publication date - or even a table of contents. Written with what looked like an extremely archaic typewriter, the book’s text began with no fanfare.

  Curious, she steeled herself, and then picked up the locket from the carpet long enough to slip it in a pocket. The enervating sensation cut off the moment she lost direct contact with the metal, and she breathed calmly for a few moments to assure herself that she was fine, and that this strange thing was actually happening.

  Her first intent had been to keep the gorgeous locket, but, of course, that would be useless if it always made her feel strange when worn. Her next thought was to tape the two ends of the chain together, so that they didn’t make actual contact - but then, that would be admitting there was a strange quality about the completed locket, and, if she was admitting that, surely she could make the next mental step and guess that it might actually work the way the book hinted it might…

  And there were a dozen uses for such an object that immediately came to her mind.

  Hurrying to the front with Effecting Hypnosis, she paid in cash, and the smiling old lady made small talk for an agonizing eternity, talking about how long she’d had that particular book burning shelf-space, and how she was glad people still valued literature, and…

  Emma did her best to smile and pantomime her way through the conversation, until she took her chance, said good day, and practically burst out into the chilly afternoon breeze with her exciting secret held close.

  She spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, eagerly reading through the ancient book’s archaic prose. Strangely, it went on at length about morality and philosophy, especially the various philosophers’ thoughts on free will and the moral uses of power… she was just about to give up, thinking the whole thing a sham, until it finally got to the actual instructions.

  It didn’t take her long to realize that she’d need a test subject to find out if the strange locket actually worked. She wasn’t about to use it on herself. Fortunately - she checked the clock - there was already somebody on the way.

  Bailey was a nice girl, and a great babysitter, that had watched ten-year old Ricky ever since the divorce two years ago.

  Emma pretended to be emotional about it around the neighborhood house wives, but she and her husband had married too young and then just lost the spark somehow, and separated on mutual and friendly terms. The neighborhood house wives thrived on drama, though, and they would’ve never believed her - or integrated her into their social circle - if she hadn’t claimed a bitter and rocky divorce.

  And then there was the two-edge sword, as she put it. Her husband had been from old money, and a self-made man in his own right, and his extremely generous monetary support made life easy and working pointless. She’d tried to make it work at more than a few jobs, but the money gave her an unwillingness to put up with bullshit, and her unwillingness to put up with bullshit made her unemployable in the corporate world.

  And, so, here she was, twenty-nine years old, and spending her days wandering into shops and old bookstores, wasting hours on a - she laughed derisively - magic locket.

  The doorbell rang.

  At nineteen, Bailey reminded Emma of herself at the age she’d had Ricky - but that was as far as the comparison went. She herself had shoulder-length brown hair, a rowdy party history, and a decade-old tattoo just above her ass that she kept well-hidden; Bailey was a shy college girl with blocky rectangular glasses and bright blonde hair she always kept up and tight. The blonde almost immediately went to her spot at the living room table and set up her studying books and aids.

  “I’ve got a date tonight, so I might not be home until late,” Emma explained.

  “That’s fine,” Bailey replied, already leafing through a textbook.

  “And Ricky will -”

  “Be home on the bus in half an hour,” Bailey finished her sentence without looking up.

  “Right.”

  Emma looked around the living room for a moment, uncertain. It didn’t help that she already felt a little useless in her own life - was she really going to stoop to this level, trying to use a magic locket to hypnotize the babysitter? The idea was laughable.

  But then she thought about the bitch she really wanted to use the locket on - Kayla, the queen bee of the housewives, and source of everything annoying and mean-spirited in her otherwise tranquil h
ome life.

  It was worth a shot.

  Without saying anything, she slipped the unclasped locket from her pocket, and hooked it together around behind her own neck. The moment it came together, the strange draining feeling kicked in, more intense for being around her neck rather than in her hand.

  Doing her best to maintain a neutral expression, she sat carefully in the chair that sat perpendicular to the couch and table.

  “I’m nervous about my date tonight,” she lied. “How does this necklace look?”

  Bailey looked up with a smile, ready with some platitude, but her face immediately went neutral as her eyes fell on the locket around Emma’s neck.

  Emma stared at her for several long moments, but the girl made no motion of any kind. She simply sat and stared at the locket, still breathing, certainly, but apparently totally tuned out.

  Her heart began racing. Was it actually working? The strange drain from the locket was gone, replaced with a subtle electricity. That’s what the book had said would happen…

  “Do you like the locket?” she asked slowly.

  “It seems old-fashioned,” Bailey said flatly, a curiously blunt statement for an otherwise very nice and positive girl.

  “Do you… like babysitting for me?” Emma asked, throwing out the first more serious question that came to mind.

  “It’s fine.”

  Emma shrugged. It certainly seemed that Bailey was in a trance, as the book had said she would be, but maybe she’d seen such lockets around and was playing along as a prank? She had to be sure. “Look at your textbook.”

  Bailey looked down at her books, still apparently catatonic.

  Emma reached back and unclasped the locket. Immediately, the blonde looked up and over.

  “Wow, that’s nice,” Bailey said, her tone normal again, her manner continuing right from the initial question.

  “You don’t think it’s… old-fashioned?” Emma asked, stunned.

  “Well, a little bit. But it’s still nice.”

  “Ah, thanks.”

  She re-clasped it while Bailey was still looking, and the girl’s expression immediately went neutral again.

  Emma thought her heart might pound right out her chest. She hadn’t really thought the locket would work… and now she was more than a little bit disturbed. “Take off your glasses,” she ordered.

  Bailey slipped her glasses off and placed them on her textbook in one smooth motion, the mark of a routine habit.

  “Put your glasses back on.”

  Bailey picked them up and slid them back on, her expression still neutral.

  Her disturbance growing, Emma pushed a little harder, intent on getting Bailey to crack her prank, if it was such. She knew something the shy girl would never do. “Take off your shirt.”

  Bailey reached down with both hands and slid her shirt over her head, dropping it on the floor. She dropped her arms back down, her tight white bra filling out with the motion. She still sat there in her bra and jeans, her bare tummy exposed.

  Emma felt paralyzed with a moment of outright terror. The locket worked, certainly, and, even more certainly, she’d gone too far. There was no good way to explain this if Bailey remembered, or anyone saw somehow…

  “Put your shirt on!” she urgently whispered.

  Bailey re-clothed herself without fuss.

  “Look at your textbook,” Emma continued, her teeth almost chattering. “And… don’t remember that we talked just now!”

  She stood and paced the living room, watching the blonde carefully. The girl still stared at her textbook, remaining in a trance, and the energy from the locket was still subtly empowering. So, then, she’d only wake up if the chains were unhooked, or if she used the book’s command…

  “Awake!”

  Bailey began moving, leafing through her book as if nothing had happened.

  Emma just stared at the back of the girl’s head for nearly a minute, regaining control of herself. After her heart rate finally slowed, she headed for the front door.

  “Emma?”

  She froze.

  “Yes?”

  “What time will you be home?”

  She hesitated. “I’ve… got a date tonight, so I… might not be home until late.”

  “That’s fine.”

  “And Ricky will -”

  “Be home on the bus in half an hour,” Bailey finished her sentence, and then looked at her cell phone. “Oh, twenty minutes, actually. Sorry, I must have been late!”

  “It’s fine,” Emma breathed.

  She stood and watched Bailey for another moment or two. When she’d ordered the girl to forget that they’d talked, it’d really worked - she’d forgotten all of it!

  And she’d taken off her shirt without hesitation. What else could the locket make people do?

  But there was no help for it now. She had to get to a dinner date, and Ricky would be home soon.

  She went to dinner with the locket in her jacket pocket, ready to pop it on at the slightest inclination - she was excited to pop it on, in fact, and looked for any excuse, but there was never really a good reason.

  Her date was a nice enough man, a blind date picked out by her friend among the housewives, Lydia. He was Lydia’s cousin’s something-or-other… it didn’t matter. There was no real spark between them, and they both caught on fairly quick, so they spent most of the evening drinking wine at the restaurant and bitching about the city’s never-ending construction zones mucking up traffic, about the lack of good movies ‘these days,’ and about the general cattiness and negativity between the housewives on the street, many of whom he’d met.

  All in all, it wasn’t a bad night, but Emma found herself dropped off at home still full of ennui and frustration. It didn’t help that she was fairly drunk off wine, and aching for someone’s touch more than a little bit. The chill night air felt sharply mocking in contrast to her heated body.

  “Damnit Dave!” she muttered at the empty street where her blind date had just driven off. “Why couldn’t we have had chemistry?”

  She gathered herself and turned to walk up to her house, but then she stopped. Her time at the restaurant had brought a certain normalcy to her thoughts, and it was only now that she found herself alone again, on the street outside her house, that she remembered the locket and its powers…

  She stood outside her own house and peered in the window at Bailey studying. The girl had a nice enough body, and she was nineteen and in college - she was wasting her youngest years by being so studious and shy, drunk-Emma decided, and that was a shame. Secretly, she wondered if she might resent the younger girl a little for all that… she clasped the locket and stuck it in her pocket.

  She entered the house calmly, hiding her drunkenness with years of practiced poise.

  “Howdy,” Bailey said, without looking up. “Ricky’s asleep upstairs.”

  “Oh, good.”

  “How’d the date go?”

  “Oh, you know, the way any blind date goes. Just no spark.”

  “That’s too bad.”

  She came around and sat down in the chair opposite again. Gripping the locket in her jacket pocket and fighting the strange pull, she used the book’s alternate method to see if it worked, too.

  “Bailey.”

  The blonde looked over, and, when her gaze fell on Emma, her expression dropped to neutral as before, and the locket’s energy went from draining to subtly exciting. Emma smiled - so the locket didn’t necessarily need to be visible, or worn, just gripped and directed…

  Emma asked her question, her thoughts wine-fuzzy. She couldn’t think of any more eloquent way to put it. “Why are you so shy?”

  “Because I’m uncomfortable with sexuality.”

  That was certainly a direct answer.

  “Well, stop it,” Emma ordered. “It’s fine to be yourself.”

  Bailey didn’t respond.

  Emma shrugged, and let go of the locket.

  The blonde’s face immediately soft
ened. “Miss Park?”

  She stared back at the girl, surprised by the use of her last name. “Um, yes?”

  “Can I have a beer?”

  Emma laughed, and donned a big smile. “Yes, definitely!”

  Bailey ran to the kitchen, and then returned with one of the cans from the fridge. “I’ve never had one,” she admitted. “I’ve been dying to try, but I was too scared.”

  “Oh yeah, you’re only nineteen…” Emma thought out loud, taking off her jacket. “Well, just don’t tell anyone about this. And beer is terrible anyway, it’s an acquired taste. Wine is where it’s at.”

  Bailey took a big gulp of the beer and frowned. “Eww… people drink this?”

  Emma tilted her head. “See?”

  “Well, can I have some wine then?”

  “That’s a fantastic idea.” She got up and brought Bailey to the kitchen, pouring the two of them a large glass. “They say you’re supposed to sniff it and sip it and all this fancy crap,” she explained. “But I just gulp it.”

  The younger girl laughed, and Emma felt a surge of happiness. It was nice to feel cool and interesting again. They hung around the kitchen drinking wine for the better part of an hour, and it seemed everything Emma said interested and engaged Bailey.

  For her part, the blonde seemed to enjoy the wine, guzzling down three glasses for Emma’s two. She even let her hair down. “It’s so good!” she said after every gulp. “I can’t believe I’ve been sitting around at parties drinking soda all this time.”

  “The other kids drink?” Emma asked, now seriously drunk, but still well within her practiced ability to maintain herself.

  “They get fucking wasted!” Bailey said loudly, her face flushed red with buzz and her smile alight.

  Emma grabbed the girl’s shoulder to steady her. She laughed. “Bailey, since when do you swear?”

  Bailey laughed drunkenly and stumbled forward a little, pressing into her. “I don’t know. I’m just in a great mood tonight. It’s really fun hanging out with you.”