A Mind to Entangle

Laser focussed, intent beyond words in her task, Lydia gently reached back towards the limp head of her friend and lifted her up softly. She responded placidly, not unwilling to comply but not offering any assistance to her friend, simply allowing whatever Lydia did to her to happen. She sat up, slumped and limp on the couch as Lydia drew her back to the sitting position, allowing her back to be straightened by two hands on either side of her body above the navel. Her breasts, cupped in the familiar capsules of her bra, slowly moved in and out, back and forth as she breathed long and even breaths, and although she was most certainly awake, she wasn't conscious.

Lydia had been trying, after one too many repeated pleas from her friend to help her try hypnosis, to get her friend to cum through hypnotic induction, and rather unsuccessfully, she thought ruefully. After two hours and a lot of patient whispering and coercing, all she'd managed to produce from her friend's body were muted sighs and damp panties. Both were good signs, but a far cry from the wracking orgasm Lydia was aiming for. Now, frustrated once more at a failed round of entrancing, she wasn't sure she could go through with another session. Lydia, best friends with Brigitte for the best part of their adult lives, was not sexually attracted to her best friend, although she was bisexual, but even she was starting to feel the yearning pull of Lydia's desperation and her body was slowly being affected by the sight of her friend in her underwear, the darkened patch of wetness at her crotch and scent of sex starting to hang about their bodies. All her amateuristic attempts at hypnosis seemed to be doing were making the both of them horny. At least, she mused to herself, Brigitte was buried deep within her trance and didn't have to sit here watching it all happen without sight nor sound of her release.

Sighing, Lydia turned the laptop screen around, letting her best friend's eyes glaze and defocus as they lost sight of the looping spiral graphic she'd put on it as a focal point for her mind in order to put her under. Pulling up her stack of tabs, she navigated to the ones she'd been reading up on that went a little beyond benign hypnotism and checked she had her facts right. After scrolling quickly through a forum post topped off with the header "How to weave the thoughts of a slave into her mind" as well as a blog post and attached YouTube video called "Mind control, slaves and hypnosis for the uninitiated" she nodded and set the spiralling image back in the centre of Brigitte's focal point. Just on the verge of floating herself out of it, Lydia guided Brigitte's empty stare back to the screen and watched the few muscles she'd started to use slacken completely once more as she immediately dropped back into the depths her mind had created for herself.

'Alright Brig, let's try something a bit different, or so help me I'm going to have to put myself in your seat and trance myself just to get me out of this damn job.' Lydia muttered, once more repositioning the docile woman so that she was ready to go into her pliable, command-ready state. At first it had been hard to get her under at all - excited and already horny, Brigitte had kept lifting herself out of her own trance to ask if she was under yet. Then, when at last she was deep enough to succumb to the hypnosis, Lydia had taken a few attempts to get her to the right place in her mind where her consciousness stepped back fully and allowed her to implant suggestions and commands. When at last she had got the girl there, it had taken even longer to get the right form of suggestion worked out that produced the best results, and even then she hadn't found it yet. Now, as Lydia brought her back into that state of displaced subconscious openness, Lydia saw how easily and readily she went there. At least that was one good thing to have come out of the last two hours, Lydia thought wryly.

If I can't get you to cum without touching you, Lydia thought to herself, at least I can get you to want to cum more easily. A naturally shy, timid girl, Brigitte had taken years to even start to open up to her friend, and it had only been Lydia's unceasing care and gentle inquisitions that had eventually proved to her that she could trust Lydia with her deeper thoughts. Even then, it had taken years longer for her to feel comfortable talking about sex and kinks, and Lydia couldn't help but feel her suspicions justified when she had come out one afternoon as being 'all but a virgin.' Apparently, when she was very young, she'd had a boy enter her - she was always sketchy on the specifics and even now Lydia didn't know if it was a fabrication to hide her status as a virgin - but it had not been pleasurable and neither of them finished. She said it had been fun, and it definitely counted - it hurt when he pushed, and she was very tight for him, she'd said, which vaguely fitted the general opinion that first times included a little pain, especially for the woman who's hymen broke on intercourse - but Lydia had never found out more than that. Now, years later and so nervous that she barely went out, ruining her chances of finding a new sexual partner, here she was asking Lydia to help her get off with more satisfaction.

"First, remind your patient of their safety." That was step one on the vid link, so Lydia soothed Brigitte's mind, whispering by her ear as she gently stroked her hair. She hadn't done that previously but since Lydia was throwing the rules out the window at this point she figured she could touch, coax and otherwise intervene as she chose. Peering closely at the corner of the screen, where she'd overlayed the webpage as small as she could while still being able to read it, Lydia checked the next step. Confident that Brigitte was well attuned to the safety of her voice, she began pushing her deeper, painting an image of a tunnel or whirlpool that would suck her friend down further. This, apparently, ensured her total obedience, as well as helped counter her potentially remembering things she was told or programmed to do. This was mind control territory, Lydia thought with a slight shiver as she glanced at the screen. Hypnosis helped with nerves and sex and meditation, but when you wanted to turn a man into a chicken or get a girl to blow you when you clicked your fingers, this was where you took her. Lydia could feel the hairs rising on her arms and neck as she peered at step three, the nerves causing her heart to pound faster in her chest.

"Once deeply under, begin your first command. Give it a physical tie-in, like a sound, sight or sensation, so that your subject feels like it's a real tangible object. Always end each individual order with more safe words, and reassurance."

Righto, Lydia breathed softly. Turning to her female friend, she began whispering into her ear. When she was done with the command, she realised she needed to tie it into something physical, and, her nerves jangling as she realised she couldn't exactly touch her friend in some way - for all she knew, any time her friend was touched there she'd suddenly start obeying this command, and it was intended to be a once-off thing only - she shrugged and asked her friend to turn her head. Raising her top and hooking her bra down in one movement, she tied her first command to the sight of her breasts. Her nipples perked in the cool night air, but they were already hard - Lydia hadn't realised how hard they actually were until now. When she was sure her friend had the command embedded in the depths of her mind, she put her tit away. Then, realising she was quite warm, she shrugged and quickly slung the shirt off, sighing as the cool air took a little heat out of her skin. After all, Lydia thought dryly to herself, it's not like she's going to see my tits all the time. I've seen hers about twice, and I've known her since before she had them.

The next step was to repeat the previous one until everything she needed was programmed in, so Lydia did so, reminding her friend of her safety and trust in her voice before surreptitiously sliding her order into her friend's brain. She patted down the soil of safety over each seed she planted, and it wasn't until Lydia finished with her last command that she realised she'd started stroking her friend's hair again. She'd also nestled up a little closer than she'd noticed before, and she could feel the warmth of her friend's bare skin on hers as they touched. Pulling away, Lydia realised she'd snuggled in alongside her friend, her chest on her arm, legs tucked up under her butt, thigh touching thigh, stroking her friend's long, soft brown hair gently as she looked at the screen for her next instructions. Her breath hitching a little, Lydia realised she hadn't been staring at the guide, but rather into the spiral's infinite centre. She shook her head and drew away from her friend. She was done, and all she had to do now was bring her out of her trance.

Tapping on her friend's shoulder, Lydia coaxed Brigitte back from her deep, deep hypnotic sleep. She marvelled at how long it took to bring her out - previously she'd woken up with the classic old countdown from ten, but this time Lydia had had to do it twice, and as she woke Brigitte still seemed quite groggy and glazed. Eventually, Brigitte sat up straighter, rubbed her eyes, and blinked up at Lydia. Having shifted herself to be kneeling now above and alongside her friend, Lydia waved and smiled. Brigitte smiled back, a little dreamy.

'Wh... What happen...' Brigitte started, but Lydia shushed her and she obeyed. Lydia reached her fingertips upwards, looped them over the tops of her bra cups, and gently hooked them down and off her breasts.

Two pink, firm nipples revealed themselves to Brigitte, right on her eye level. They were hard little cones and they capped her friend's breasts perfectly, like the light whitening of the tip of a mountain in the distance. Brigitte realised she'd never noticed how attractive her friend's breasts were before, and felt disappointed in having never experienced them up close before. She reached for them, but her friend leaned back.

'Finger.' She said simply. Brigitte wasn't sure what she meant, but the thought dispersed almost as instantly as it formed inside her mind as she found herself moving to perform an action that could only be in response to her one-word command.

Some minutes earlier, since her leg had been cramping anyway, Lydia had removed her pants. They were useless and since she was doing sexual favours for her friend anyway it wasn't like there was any rule of modesty to uphold. Drowning in her bottomless trance as she was, Brigitte wouldn't notice what her friend was wearing anyway.

That mindset worked against Lydia's initial plans now, as Brigitte, her mind still foggy and her commands still rooting themselves in her brain, took the rush of obedient desire that came with Lydia's request and did the only thing she could see to do with it. Curiously enough, despite her own thick arousal, it didn't occur to Brigitte to finger herself - there was another vagina within her sightlines, and Brigitte naturally concluded, with all the logic she could muster, that that was the one her command compelled her to get to work on.

Before Lydia realised what Brigitte's movements were actually doing, she felt the cold fingertips of Brigitte's hands touching her hips and wrapping around her thin panties, sliding them down her thighs and revealing her bare pussy underneath. Her next command - 'Not me, idiot, you!' - or something along those lines, died climbing her tongue as Brigitte's fingers found her lower lips and, with the tenderness and genuine desire to please of a schoolboy, touched her dead centre. She froze, but Brigitte didn't. She worked and rubbed at the lips of Lydia's slightly more seasoned, hairless slit and quickly felt the reward of Lydia's well-lubricated soft insides revealing themselves to her. She formed her fingers into elongated shafts and entered her friend, her cool digits burying themselves comfortably up to the knuckles. Lydia's mouth opened slightly and she started a little, her hips naturally tilting, partially to pull away and partially in the naturally erotic reaction that helped her push her bum out. Gazing down her own chest at the simple, placid face of her best friend, Lydia could only stare in shock at her as she felt the cool fingertips slide up inside her body, then back again, repeating the motion smoothly and fluidly.

Granted Lydia was shocked. She had programed her friend to finger herself - that had been the goal. Flash her boobs, turn her friend on, then have her get to work fucking herself until she had herself cum. Simple, easy, not quite as magical as a spontaneous hypnotic orgasm, but probably good enough to satisfy her friend. Now here she was with her friend's fingers inside her, and her breath was betraying her by getting itself caught in her throat. Realising a little too late that she hadn't really been specific in her commands, Lydia began to learn at that moment just how open and suggestive her friend's mind had been when she'd programmed her triggers into her. The rules and boundaries of life had no meaning to the woman's primal, basic instincts - pleasure and sex were simple, obvious physical manifestations, and Brigitte's primitive desires had no differentiation between giving Lydia sexual attention and herself.

Lydia watched, wordless, starting at her friend as her friend stared back, a simple, soft smile on her face as she worked at Lydia's pussy, her free hand sitting idly on her hip. Despite herself, Lydia found her hands yearning to touch her friend, and despite her own better judgement ringing like a fire alarm inside her mind, she slowly lifted her hand and put it on her friend's head, slowly stroking her hair. Addled by the sudden pleasure of her new physical interaction and the shocked realisation that her plan wasn't going to, well, plan before her eyes, Lydia again failed to realise until too late that that action of stroking her friend's hair was the single thing she'd done the entire time she had been programming her friend with her new commands. As such, Brigitte reacted strongly to her touch, leaning into her hand and sighing contentedly as she felt the fingertips slide through her strands. Brigitte's chest perked out at the touch and she unknowingly widened her own legs in arousal where she sat. Lydia stared at them, then at the blissful look on her friend's face, and the despair of the situation on her hands met the point where her arousal had been climbing to and mixed together. With a twinge and a sudden shivering tension that emanated at her crotch and radiated outwards, causing her to shiver at her friend's fingertips, Lydia's libido stepped into control at last and guided her towards one particular option in her range of reactions to the situation.

Stroking her friend's hair some more, Lydia let her legs part further, and then leaned herself back, keeping her legs in the same place so that Brigitte's fingers never had any reason to leave her body, she tilted backwards on her hips and put her butt down into the couch's cushions, turning her crotch more towards her friend and submitting some of her previous elevation to her. Her friend, far from being complacent, saw the change and welcomed it, leaning in so that she could better finger her friend and get closer to the breasts that so occupied her focus. She shuffled herself up between her friend's spread legs, bringing them close together and effectively trapping Lydia in her slumped position - to close her legs, she'd have to get one of them over Brigitte's body, or somehow push herself up the armrest at her shoulders, an action that would require her to find a launch point with one of her feet, which would require her to move them into a better position. Resigning herself to her fate now, Lydia beckoned her friend over a little, and to Brigitte's delight, placed her hand on her bosom. She returned the favour with interest, her free hand going to the marvellous breasts that had her gaze captured, squeezing and massaging first one, then the other, pulling on the pink nipples and working the soft flesh as she felt Lydia's fingers do the same at her own chest, having pulled the cups of her bra out of the way to reach her body.

By now Lydia had given in. Brigitte's fingers, while not particularly efficient, never let up their rhythm inside her body, sawing at a steady heartbeat pace back and forth in and out of her, and it was having the desired effect on her. She could feel the first hints of an orgasm building deep within her body and if Brigitte kept up the pace she'd be the one cumming soon enough. The touch at her tits hastened her orgasm and she was naturally starting to edge herself, working her hips slightly so that she leaned into and twisted towards each thrust of Brigitte's fingers inside of her. Gasping as a previously absent thumb appeared at her clit and sent her shivering, Lydia threw caution to the wind and modesty out the window and took a stab.

'Finger yourself, Brigitte, finger.' She breathed the command through jerky, heavy breaths but the order was unmistakable and this time Brigitte's fingers found their intended target. Leaving Lydia's breast to seek out her own labia, Brigitte's fingertips quickly dipped inside the edge of her own panties and begun to go to work, swirling back and forth a few times before an incautious digit dipped inside and buried itself within her. She gasped audibly and quickly picked up her own pace at Lydia's encouragement, watching as Lydia started rocking herself, moving herself up and down, going back and forth on the couch in front of her in time with the finger-fuck Brigitte was giving her. Brigitte watched the breasts on the other woman rock back and forth and fell in love and Lydia's tender touch as it found her hand at her crotch cemented in her mind the correctness of her obedience. She shivered and suddenly felt the rush as her libido fired up. Lydia's touch was electrifying and now that her own pussy was being stimulated, she could feel the reaction, feel the rising tide of orgasm on the horizon of her body.

Lydia rocked to help her friend's rhythm and it worked. She felt the fingers begin to pulsate in time with her movements and she always had liked the feeling of being fucked, of being rocked up and down along a bed or table or whatever, and doing it now only felt natural to heighten the arousal. As her eyelids fluttered and she let her head flop back, her lips opened with a gasp and a moan exited with the gasp on the way out. The two girl's pussies moved closer and closer as they touched each other, both yearning for the sensations the other could provide them, until, eventually, Brigitte was over Lydia, her swinging bosom halted by the contact of her breasts on Lydia's as she pressed her chest into her partner. Their necks came together and Lydia lightly kissed her best friend's neck, feeling her muffled moan by her shoulder as the soft contact of her lips heightened her stimulation.

Lydia wasn't sure when her gaze had found the laptop, with it's still playing spiral loop on the screen, only the one small corner obscured with her now unneeded hypnosis instructions on it. She wasn't sure why she'd begun to look into it, or why it seemed like such a comforting, familiar sight to her. She did know, or rather she would know once she'd finished with Brigitte, that she had been staring into it when she'd cum.

Feeling the final push of Brigitte's fingers as her pace quickened, the two female's crotches pressed together now, only the flattened backs of their hands as their fingers buried themselves in each other separating them from actually touching, Lydia felt herself tense, felt her whole body bunch up, and she knew it was coming. She gasped, and in that fleeting, infinite instant in time, she could feel every single millimetre of her friend's body on hers, every single crack and crevice on her fingers inside her. It was electrifying, intoxicating, and addictive. Lydia had never known Brigitte to be such a tender lover. All thoughts of hypnosis and programmed commands gone, Lydia gave vent to one final, tensed moan as Brigitte rammed her fingers as far into as body as they would go, and came.