Lily had the most adorable look of confusion on her face when she walked into Hannah's apartment, a faint little furrow of bewilderment crinkling her forehead that made her look so beautifully confused that Hannah could already feel arousal pooling between her thighs. She had a thing for blondes already, especially blondes who couldn't hide their attitude of simpering deference, and to see Lily so gorgeously befuddled and obviously blaming herself for it was turning Hannah on almost before the willowy freshman had a chance to speak. And when she murmured, "Did I, um... did we hang out last night?" Hannah decided privately that studying was going to have to wait a while.

She closed the door behind Lily, trying her best not to let the anticipation behind her eyes show, and took the petite young woman by the wrist and led her over to the couch. "We did hang out for a while, yes," she cooed gently, already pitching her voice in a soothing cadence that clearly stirred some kind of memory in Lily judging by the way her lips gently parted in muddled recognition. "You asked me how to get involved in the anime club, we got to talking about your favorite shows, and I invited you back to my place to show you my collection. Don't you remember?"

It was so fucking hot to watch Lily's eyes gradually unfocus as she struggled and failed to dredge up anything concrete from the nearly five hours they'd spent together last night. She clearly had some kind of memory of the evening, fuzzy and indistinct as it was, or Hannah would have had to go out and find her and entice her back here again. But she obviously had no clue what they actually did together, and judging by the look of dazed complacency on her face a part of her wanted to simply accept everything Hannah said as truth. But finally, weakly, she managed to murmur, "Um... we watched a show together, didn't we?"

Hannah smiled, beginning to stroke Lily's forearm in a slow, repetitive motion. "We sure did," she murmured softly, squeezing her thighs together at the sight of Lily's drooping, fluttering eyelids. "But I was probably a very rude host, I kept talking over the title sequence. You remember those titles, don't you, Lily?" There hadn't really been any title sequence at all, just a smoothly rotating spiral that kept playing on the screen long after Lily had slumped over in deep, insensate trance, but half the fun was guiding the younger woman back to that revelation.

"I... I, yes, I remember," Lily sighed meekly, her eyes rolling back in her head for a moment as the memory of trance briefly fractionated her before she managed to recover. "They, um, we, did we....?" The petite blonde reached up with the hand Hannah wasn't holding to massage her temple, as if trying to physically brush away the cobwebs in her mind. "Did you, um, h-hypnotize me?" she asked at last, unwilling to trust her own foggy recollections of the event but equally unable to deny the gradual tug on her mind.

She probably expected some kind of gaslighting denial, but Hannah knew that acceptance would only make it easier to lull Lily right back into that same state of mindless complacency. "I did, yes. You seemed like the kind of girl who was open to new experiences, unafraid to try something new, so I put you under and we tried out some of the triggers I thought you might like. Do you remember being plugged, Lily?" Hannah honestly wasn't sure if she would, not after only one night of conditioning, but bringing it up now would tell her a lot about what she'd need to do with her the rest of the evening.

The results were electric. Lily suddenly tensed up, freezing in place with a tiny gasp as her breath hitched and her face went bright red with exertion despite her absolute inability to move even a single muscle. A soft, keening whimper escaped her lips, barely even audible beyond the slightest hiss, and her eyes rolled back in her head again until only the whites showed behind her fluttering eyelids. Hannah gave it a good solid ten count, long enough to feel Lily's wrist shivering in her grasp, before saying, "Release."

Lily sagged back onto the couch cushions the moment she heard the second word, her breath now coming in harsh, heaving gasps, and it took her a long time to find words to express her emotions. "W-what the fuck was that?" she panted, her voice hoarse with exertion even though she'd never so much as twitched that entire time, and she stared at Hannah with an expression somewhere between horrified dread and meek, religious awe.

Hannah smiled at her, brushing a lock of long blonde hair out of the younger woman's face. "That was your new orgasm trigger," she explained, never dropping out of her hypnotic lower register. "It starts when I say the trigger word, 'plugged', and doesn't stop until I say 'release'. As you see, once it starts you're stuck cumming for me until I let you stop. And you can't move, because if you could you'd just be moaning and thrashing and making a big fuss and I really wanted something I can use on you in public."

The shock of hearing Hannah's words obviously floored Lily, especially when the second use of the trigger froze her in another bout of quivering ecstasy midway through Hannah's sentence. She stammered out, "Wait, what, public, I--I never, I mean I don't, don't want--"

"Plugged, dear." This time Hannah gave it a solid twenty count, watching with delight in her eyes as beads of sweat began to stand out on Lily's flushed forehead and the subtle scent of sex slowly began to fill the air around them. She thought about rubbing her pussy while she watched, but it felt just a little too early for that--Hannah didn't want to get too impatient, not when there was so much entertainment to be wrung out of this spectacle before they got down to the serious business of fucking like bunnies.

"And release." She waited until Lily's momentary start of surprise faded back into stillness before continuing. "Believe me, dear, a part of you wants this very much. If you didn't, it didn't work. All hypnosis is ultimately self-hypnosis, so if you respond to a trigger it means that at least on some level you're enjoying what's happening to you. Admit it, you do enjoy the pleasure you feel when I make you cum, don't you?" She cupped Lily's chin in her free hand and tilted her head up to meet her gaze, intuitively knowing it would make the younger woman feel weak and submissive and force her to confront the answer lurking in her hypnotized mind.

Even so, it took a good few seconds to break down her reluctance to admit to something so uncharacteristic of a young woman as demure and innocent as Lily believed herself to be. "I... I do, yes," she sighed, sagging just a tiny bit into Hannah's grip on her chin. "But I, I mean I can't, I--I shouldn't, especially not--" She sputtered into silence, undoubtedly trying to figure out whether 'with another girl', 'in public', or quite possibly 'before marriage' fit best into that gap. Even with her first year in grad school now underway, Hannah never got tired of watching first-year students slowly discover that they didn't have to abide by the old strictures anymore.

She decided to put Lily out of her misery, murmuring, "Plugged," into the uncomfortable silence and filling it up with pleasure. She inched up the younger woman's skirt, noticing with no small amount of enjoyment that Lily's white cotton panties were developing a wet spot directly over her pussy with unseemly haste. Last night while she was deep in trance and gabbling mindlessly, Lily had admitted she'd never so much as masturbated before, and it made Hannah very happy to see that a single evening of pleasure had imprinted itself into Lily's brain so deeply and thoroughly that she was easily able to recapture that orgasmic bliss using nothing but the power of her own hypnotized imagination.

Not that she was... well. That was the thing Hannah loved so much about hypnotic orgasms, the thing that made them such wonderful training tools for good girls like Lily. The pleasure was certainly real, as real as the human mind could make it and that was apparently quite vivid for an imaginative young woman like the one quivering on Hannah's couch, but there were certain chemical signals the body only released from direct, physical stimulation. Signals that told the body it was time to stop fucking and release the brain from its aroused state. Signals Lily wasn't getting because the perpetual climax she was experiencing existed only in her head. Lily was just going to keep getting wetter and needier the longer they played this game, and that would make her weak and malleable and easier to manipulate.

"Release," Hannah said at last, realizing she'd forgotten to count the seconds this time, and when Lily returned from her state of frozen ecstasy it was with a shuddering mewl that left her shaking and gasping in Hannah's arms. "Don't worry, we'll work on that," she purred, gathering Hannah up and resting her with her back against Hannah's chest. "I'm sure in just a couple of weeks you won't be making such a fuss when I release you. You'll be too well-trained for that, won't you, sweetie?" Another shudder followed, caused no doubt by Lily's overstimulated body reacting to the notion of whole weeks of exactly this kind of pleasure-induced conditioning.

When Lily spoke again, her voice was deferential and polite. "I... what would happen if I said I didn't think that was a good idea?" she asked, tentatively feeling out the situation in carefully-chosen words. "Like, I... I'm not saying I don't like it, because I do, but it... it's kind of a--" She broke off with a whimper as Hannah casually rested her hand on the damp spot on Lily's panties, the possessive gesture reminding her of how sensitized her body had become by so many triggers and releases. Lily didn't know it, but she was going into trance every time she sank into orgasmic bliss for Hannah and that was making it even harder to resist her own urge to sink into submission for the older woman.

"The public triggers, you mean?" Hannah asked, suspecting Lily was nervous about other aspects of the new and unconventional relationship she found herself in, but her desperate arousal would mute all of them save that one concern no amount of lust could entirely quell. "I would tell you that you can have as much time as you need to think about it... starting now. Plugged, dear." She couldn't see Lily's face in this position, couldn't watch her eyes roll back in her head in stupefied ecstasy as the inescapable and orgasmic bliss gripped her mind and refused to let go. But she could feel Lily quivering against her, and that was almost better in some ways.

She let it go for two full minutes this time before saying, "Release," and before Lily had even finished quaking and shuddering Hannah asked without preamble, "Was that enough time to think it over, sweetie?" She gave Lily's cunt a playful pat to emphasize her words, knowing that in the wake of so much hypnotically-induced pleasure the light tap probably felt like a hard pussy spanking to the overstimulated submissive, and when Lily's words came out in a garbled, incoherent whimper she added, "Because I can do it again if not."

Lily let out a desperate little squeak that made Hannah's clit twitch with excitement. She knew from her own time as a subject that Lily was probably experiencing time dilation while she was under, the experience of ecstasy stretching and distending further and further with every fractionating drop into pleasure trance, and even giving her five minutes at this point would probably feel like an hour of perpetual climax to the helpless submissive. Wonderful, enticing, even irresistible, but more than enough to break her on the shoals of overwhelming bliss. "A-anything you say, Mistress," Lily blurted out, a simpering desire to please dripping from every syllable.

"Good girl," Hannah chuckled, tugging the panties aside and slipping two fingers into Lily's messy cunt. "Plugged, sweetie," she added, feeling the tight channel of her new pet's vagina clench tightly around her intruding digits, and she easily found Lily's swollen clit and began to rub. If an orgasm without physical stimulation was intense enough to leave the young woman needy and desperate and too weak to resist Hannah's will, the release of permanent orgasm combined with actual touch was going to melt her into a puddle by the time Hannah released her. And girls like that were putty in her hands. She kissed Lily's neck, already looking forward to training her new plaything into obedience.

THE END