When Addison said Hal had 'ocean eyes', her friends all assumed she was talking about their color. They said after meeting him that yes, they were a very deep blue, very striking, and it wasn't surprising she noticed them right away. Josie gave her a little nudge and joked about Addison developing a crush on the older man, while Nita gabbled excitedly about what a person's eye color told you about their personality because that was just who Nita was. None of them understood what Addison really meant when she said Hal had 'ocean eyes', and every time she tried to explain it she found herself trailing off into a blushing silence that only fueled Josie's speculations.

What she really meant was that Hal had eyes so deep you could drown in them. But it was impossible for her to get those words out anymore.

She felt like she was drowning in his eyes right now, staring into them with unblinking fascination after her friends had all gone home for the evening and Hal had 'stopped by' once Addison was all alone and there was no one to stop her from tumbling into the fathomless depths of his captivating stare. Addison had immediately invited him in as soon as he knocked on the door, welcoming him in a droning, vacant monotone that her friends might have mistaken for drowsiness but that both Hal and his stupefied neighbor knew to be something entirely different. Hal had a knack for putting Addison at ease, more and more every time he dropped in for one of his little visits, and already she was getting to the point where she simply didn't know how to say no to him.

Even that, though, didn't fully describe the sensation of sinking into Hal's gaze until her every last thought was submerged in wine-dark pleasure and she simply sat there, face slack and expressionless, soaking up his words while clear saliva trickled down her chin to soak into the fabric of her thin cotton t-shirt. To state that she didn't know how to say no to him implied that perhaps Addison felt a sense of obligation, or even that she felt somehow pressured to go along with the older man's self-assured suggestions. The truth was, Addison didn't know how to want to say no to Hal anymore.

Because it just felt so good to say yes. Not that Addison was doing much talking right now; going to the effort of forming her loose and muzzy thoughts into words was too much like work when she was swamped by a lethargy that capsized her mind and left her utterly adrift in Hal's eyes. But the waves of ecstasy that washed over her every time she grunted in blank, amiable affirmation of Hal's comforting suggestions made her want to agree with literally everything he said to her, beginning with his confident assertion that she wanted to relax and keep listening and continuing on to his gentle reminder that her shirt was getting messy with drool and she needed to take it off.

And every time Addison obeyed, whether it was by relaxing deeper into the welcoming cushions of her couch or by peeling her t-shirt away from her drool-soaked skin to expose small, pert breasts that had never needed a bra, Addison discovered that every act of submission added another anchor to her descent into Hal's bottomless eyes. She wasn't even struggling anymore; fighting the undertow of euphoric bliss felt impossible when she was so tired, and even moving under her own direction sounded like an absurd impossibility. Not that her lassitude stopped her from reaching up to pinch her own nipples in an achingly erotic rhythm under Hal's guidance.

It was this same pleasure that stilled Addison's tongue whenever she tried to explain to her friends what kind of hold her new neighbor was gaining over her; she could speak of his hypnotic talents only in the vaguest and most elliptical terms, her mind plunging into an unfathomable pleasure that left her frozen in rapt, helpless bliss and incapable of speech whenever she got too close to the topic. Which probably should have made Josie and Nita suspicious, but his occasional visits had socially engineered both women into thinking she had something of a crush on the silver fox who lived in the apartment across the hall.

They didn't understand it went much deeper than that. So deep that Addison's eyes rolled back in her head in near-orgasmic bliss as her descent into trance brought a dreamy ecstasy along with it. She pinched her nipples hard and mewled in wordless pleasure, unable to stop herself from opening even wider to the older man's irresistible control.

Addison's legs couldn't stay closed, not with so much potent rapture pouring into her from every direction, and she found herself splaying wide open even though she knew it left her cunt gaping wide for Hal's lascivious scrutiny. Addison had found herself developing a habit of sleeping in nothing more than an oversized t-shirt of late, a habit she never really gave much consideration until she once again wound up sitting on the couch watching television instead of going to bed and waiting without knowing it for a knock at the door. That was when she remembered why she stopped wearing panties around the apartment... but by then she was just relieved she wasn't going to soak through another pair.

She pinched her nipples again and again, no longer seeing Hal's eyes in anything other than her hypnotized imagination as her eyelids slammed shut and squeezed tightly with ecstasy, but she didn't need to see them to sink into them anymore. She didn't even need him to be in the room, really; his power over her had become so deliciously complete and total that all he needed to do was text her with the words, "Captured by my gaze," and immediately Addison felt the warm and hazy bliss of trance envelop her. Nita and Josie had no idea how many of the times their friend looked 'lost in thought' were actually silent, subtle trances, each one demonstrating to Addison just how powerless she was in the face of her own developing submission to her new neighbor. He could make her wet for him in seconds, and reveled in exactly that.

Sometimes Addison wondered where it would all end--not out of some bleak, despairing contemplation of a subjugation so complete and total she lost herself as a person, but from a place of delighted anticipation of each new step in her descent into hypnotized submission. There was already nothing she wouldn't do for him sexually, she knew that; Addison wasn't exactly a blushing virgin even before she moved into the Sylvan Glens apartment complex, but she'd discovered all kinds of new sexual delights under Hal's tutelage. Fingers, toys, plugs, clips and cuffs, she'd embraced it all, and she was somewhat embarrassed to admit that she didn't know what else Hal could even do to her body.

But there was always the possibility of adding another partner to their play. Even in the abyssal depths of trance, Addison was a little surprised to hear herself whimpering out fantasies of Hal ensnaring her friends with the same irresistible ease he'd captured her mesmerized mind. She humped her fingers in grunting, gluttonous arousal as she described all three of the masturbating in perfect unison, chanting mantras of obedience that reinforced one another's surrender until they collectively sank into inescapable worship of their hypnotic Master.

It wasn't that she was shocked to discover the strength to speak--her lethargy always vanished when Hal commanded her to babble out the innermost thoughts of her subconscious, and she was proud she could follow his commands so easily. No, what stunned and amazed Addison was that she knew intuitively this wasn't some insidious hypnotic compulsion masquerading as her own thoughts--she legitimately and without any prompting on Hal's part wanted him to enslave her friends into the same unfathomable surrender that had already claimed her. It made her unbelievably wet to contemplate it, so wet she could hear her fingers squishing in and out of her sopping pussy with every thrust, and she only got wetter the more she pictured it in her head.

But the more she turned the idea over in her mind, the more sense it made. This potent submission wasn't something she sought out, perhaps, and if anyone had asked her six months ago whether she wanted to be hypnotized and brainwashed by a man almost twice her age she probably would have had a few choice words for anyone so much as suggesting it. But the whole reason Hal was able to get his hooks into her mind so quickly and easily was that everything he offered felt... god, it felt warm, comforting, like coming home at the end of a long and weary day. Every time he owned her, it made her want him to own her more... and how could she not want that for her friends as well, knowing how perfect it was?

Addison plunged further and further into surrender as she babbled out her ideas for helping Hal hypnotize and condition her friends, and evidently her subconscious had already put a lot of work into the notion because her plans proved to be both practical and highly detailed. Each whimpered word bound her ever more tightly to her Master's will as her deep self gave away the exact and precise thing that would most completely erode that tiny nub of remaining resistance--there was no way she could pretend she wasn't his slave after giving him her friends like this. Just the thought of it made her cum so hard she saw stars.

Addison's cunt was a sloppy mess by the time Hal finally put her to bed, churned into a froth of slick musk both by her own fingers and his hard, urgent cock. Addison's brain floated in currents of drifting rapture thinking about the way he fucked her extra hard that night, his prick given a little more iron by her breathy descriptions of her friends' wills slowly disappearing under the surface until not even a ripple remained of their resistance to her Master's inexorable hypnotic power. She didn't know if he would truly take her up on her offer, or if it would remain a fantasy for the two of them to share, but judging by his groan of titanic release when he finally came inside her she suspected he might give life to her daydreams sooner than she might think.

Which meant it was time for that particular memory to sleep in the back of her head, at least for a little while. It wasn't that Addison would use it to fight against the inevitable tides that swept her further into obedience--she knew from the moment she uttered the notion that she meant every last word of it. But her desire to... well, to betray her friends' trust, not to put too fine a point on it, and to do so almost unprompted, it showed Addison a side of herself she hadn't expected to see that night. And when Addison needed time to process something she learned about her inner nature from Hal, he'd given her permission to forget until she was ready to accept and remember.

But even as she drifted off into dreamy, sated slumber, Addison knew her deep self wouldn't forget. It would be hard at work laying the foundations for Josie and Nita's surrender, helping to build a level of trust and friendship between them and Hal that would prime their brains for the moment when he finally begin to knot their minds into the pattern of obedience. And when he did... Addison was too tired to reach down and finger her leaky pussy, but she couldn't escape the allure of the fantasy unspooling in her drowsy mind. She fell asleep, but when she woke she discovered she'd been humping her pillow all night long.

THE END