Per the usual, it's already available on Smashwords, and soon it'll be at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.Excerpt:“… and three, feeling warm and relaxed,” a familiar voice said firmly.He was certainly right about how I felt. My head was muddled and foggy, like I was waking from a deep sleep, but my body felt wonderful. Every part of me was tingling and warm and I felt immensely turned on. My stiff nipples rubbed against a thin piece of fabric, and my bare pussy was sopping wet.“Two, almost awake, but still feeling so good,” the man continued, “And one. Wake up, Natalie.”My eyes fluttered open of their own accord, and I raised my head with some difficulty. It took me a moment to recognize the handsome face looking back at me, but I managed to say, “Hi, Mr. Horn.”There was no way he could miss seeing how aroused I was, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even blushing.“It’s actually ‘Professor,’” he smiled and explained, “But it’s nothing to worry about.”“Professor Horn,” I nodded in agreement. That made sense. If he were teaching me things, I would remember them.“Now then,” he said, “Part of the process here is to wake you up sometimes. Ask you some questions, see how you’re doing before getting you relaxed again. You are going to answer all of my questions with absolute honesty. Everything you say here is just between you and me. There is no need to be shy or hesitate. You can be completely open. Tell me how you will answer my questions, Natalie.”That was so easy. I smiled brightly and answered, “With absolute honesty.”He made eye contact and said, “Good girl, Natalie.”The warm praise made me squirm a little bit. There was already a damp spot on the bed beneath me. I wanted desperately to touch myself. I thought about begging, but it didn’t feel right to speak out of turn. He was a Professor, after all. I just looked up at him and hoped he could read it in my face.Professor Horn asked, “Was this your first time under real hypnosis, Natalie?”“Yes,” I nodded slightly, holding eye contact.“I see,” he nodded thoughtfully before asking, “How long have you wanted to be hypnotized, Natalie?”“Always.” The word came out of my mouth before I could even think about it. It wasn’t true in the most literal sense, but I couldn’t imagine not wanting it.
Excerpt:“Your mind is outmatched,” the dragon assured me smoothly, “Simple, vulnerable and utterly transparent to me. You lack even the most basic defenses against psychic manipulation. I can overpower your will as easily as your body. You feel it now, don’t you Gail?”‹Simple›‹Vulnerable›‹Utterly transparent›‹Overpower your will›I found myself nodding along. That all made perfect sense: the dragon above me had bubbled out of my own subconscious desires. He could read my thoughts because he was inside my brain, and he could control my thoughts because he was just a manifestation of my own unspoken desires. I nodded and agreed, “Uh huh.”Dimly, I wondered what was really going on. Was I about to play with myself in the back of a van? In the basement of someone’s house? Who was watching? The voice of dissent was small though. Powerless.“That’s right,” the dragon brought his head down to me, “Your resistance is vanishingly weak. I could lift my claw, and you would lay waiting for whatever comes next.”‹Weak›‹Lay waiting›That seemed true. This part of my hallucination wasn’t bad at all. I didn’t mind just flopping on the ground and waiting to see what was going to happen next. Besides, I’d just dream up some reason I couldn’t get away anyway. There was no running from the contents of my own brain. I nodded up at the dragon and said, “Yeah.”The dragon raised his claw off of me. This time the gesture made me feel exposed, my nipples standing stiff in the warm cave air. He peered down at me and said, “Lovely in body too.”“I’m surprised,” I replied, as the sheer improbability of that struck me, “I’d think a giant lizard would want another giant lizard. You’re not even a mammal. I mean, would your dick even fit in me? Unless this is some kind of dragon kink…” My brain caught up to my mouth a moment later, and I blushed fiercely. I floundered, “I mean, that is -”“Stop,” the dragon said firmly, laughter barely contained, “You’re going to accomplish what no knight in shining armor ever could: if you keep talking, I shall surely die.”
Excerpt:“As you all know from this week’s lecture, hypnosis is extremely effective at helping memory retention,” Professor Horn explained, “But what you don’t know - in fact, one of the better kept secrets about the Damiano Academy - is that we use hypnosis extensively to help with the education process. It’s the reason our students are all so uniformly successful, instead of having to deal with a certain inevitable number of dropouts and failing grades and so on. Going forward, many of our lessons in Etiquette will include hypnosis. In fact,” he paused for dramatic effect, “I want to show you something. Everyone look down at your tablets.” He raised his, and tapped a few commands.Looking down at the tablet on my desk, I saw a form come up. The body was all legalese gibberish. I didn’t recognize the document, but the top of it read ‘Waiver for Educational Hypnosis,’ and I did recognize my own signature at the bottom. I’d gotten good at signing things with a stylus. It was dated two weeks ago.I realized, with dull surprise, that we’d all agreed to this weeks ago and didn’t remember. My heart beat faster, and I could feel my panties dampening. That explained both how we had known the answers to his questions, and why I kept falling asleep in class.From the soft little gasps around me, several other girls had just come to the same conclusion.“As you can see,” Professor Horn said, “You all agreed to this already, and we’ve been doing it for some time now, but none of you were able to think about it outside of class sessions. I like to do this demonstration to help all my students truly appreciate what a profound effect hypnosis can have on their memory and perception. You could all answer my questions without even knowing how.”He was talking about mind control. Professor Horn was controlling our minds, and now he was just talking about it in front of the class, the way we might talk about American History or calculus or something.My heart fluttered and I wished I had dared to wear my vibrator to class. I was suddenly desperate to touch myself. I looked back up at Professor Horn, wanting to raise my hand, to get his attention, but nothing came to mind except wanting permission to get off.
I was in Lab Nine, the lights down because we were using it. It was one of several areas where we kept reinforcement chairs for slaves to help condition them. The device itself looked a bit like a dentist’s chair, but with leather restraints. Right now, Doll Patti was strapped into this one, with an assembly covering most of her head. Large, noise-canceling headphones were feeding her ultrasound and subliminals. A device that looked like an optometrist’s autorefractor was just a couple of inches in front of her face. I had enough room to see her face, her expression one of total rapture. Colored light danced in her wide, glassy eyes, the brightest thing in the otherwise dim space.She was following along with the flood of messages being poured into her helpless, pliable brain, a stream of barely audible whispers, “Obey. Obey. Obey. Obey. Kneel. Submit. Obey.”While her face was mostly covered, the rest of her body was completely exposed. Her bare flesh glistened with sweat, and despite the fact that her mind was almost completely gone, her gigantic breasts heaved as she panted. A bright pink toy stuck out from between her legs, its buzzing almost subliminal too.Her EEG readings were in one pane on the display in front of me, the colorful spikes narrow with her docility. The text of the messages she was being fed scrolled down the other side in real time. She was being fed far too many messages to keep up with verbally, her brain overwhelmed and soaking up command after command to accept and obey our authority.The process was so thorough and intense that watching it felt hypnotic too.
