More of the Hypno-Bimbo Story

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Her classes were done for the day and Sarah made her way back to her dorm, feeling muddled and ashamed. It was difficult to determine how and why she acted that way with her professor. And yet, she still felt that desire. The need to please the older woman. She could still taste her pussy on her tongue. The realization made her thrill with renewed lust and made her cheeks burn red. Not only had she never tasted the sex of another woman, she certainly didn't dress this way. She looked like a whore. A slut.

Her slut.

That idea made her shiver.

Sarah's roommate, a slender Korean girl named Jackie, a name that had to be a nickname Sarah decided, was in their shared dorm when she entered. The two of them were friendly, though not exactly friends. Still, when Jackie saw the change in Sarah, she paused in hanging her fresh-from-the-laundry clothes.

"What happened to you?" she asked, the shirt in her hand drooping while she regarded her confused roommate.

"Nothing," Sarah lied.  Hiding her face under her bangs, she turned away and hurried to the bathroom. She couldn't even look Jackie in the eye.  How could she explain that she had done something so scandalous? That she had acted like a slut. Could she even begin to explain, even to herself, what had caused such a change? That she now felt a near-constant pull to lose herself in the desires of her professor?

She excused herself with a mumble and swiped a loose tee and panties before closing the door of the bathroom they shared with another suite. She ensured both doors were locked before running a hot bath. She needed to relax, to wash away the confusion she felt.

Sarah stripped in the bathroom, tossing her clothes to the hamper. The water was slow to fill, but she took the time to put on some soft music. She was feeling more like herself already. She could make herself forget how enthralled she had bone in the presence of Professor Alexander. She glanced at herself in the mirror. She didn't see a slut. It was just her. maybe without the Goth trappings she was sued to seeing, but her.

Once the bath was filled, she eased herself into the steaming waters. She intended to find something relaxing to listen to and set the phone aside, place it on the side of the tub. Before she could put it aside, she was struck with the need to check the Focus Mate app before she closed her eyes to relax. The app was open before she realized her finger tapped on the icon. the screen was filled with the app's logo, and then a welcome message, congratulating her on having completed so many lessons already. The colors were bright and the music played behind the app made Sarah smile. Suddenly, all the things that bothered her so much felt distant.

Focus Mate wanted her to tap on some of the icons. Sort of a matching game. Sarah tapped. When she tapped, she was rewarded by a quick flash and lots of happy colors and the sound of cheering. I made her smile. Every time she tapped on the thing Focus Mate wanted her to tap on, she felt a little better. By the time she finished, the water was cool around her, but Sarah barely noticed.

Simone was flush from another session where her fingers coaxed another climax from her. She sipped the wine she poured for herself, feeling decadent as the third climax in the last forty minutes left little tremors rumbling inside her.  Her fingertips still tingled with the almost electrical charge that her orgasms always seemed to give her.

Her hand dropped to her slick cunt as she sat on the edge of her bed and fingered her clit. She had just cum so hard, so easily. Was she hooked?  Was she addicted to this power? All her fantasies now were of Sarah on her knees, and all the ways she could further warp the girl, to debase her and make her something entirely new. Something entirely for Simone's pleasure.

The new instructions she'd inserted into the app's programming were the most daring yet. Now that Sarah was obsessed with the professor, she could forge her into this new identity Simone conjured, a girl who would exist primarily as a vessel for all of Simone's repressed desires and fantasies. It was a great deal of power, all directed at making the girl the professor wanted, completely oblivious as to how she got there.

A thrill ran through her as she imagined what new message she was going to dream up for Sarah. Her fingers played in her pussy, smearing her juices over her clit. She could feel the orgasm building again as her fingers made her body come alive with their caress. What new fantasies would she dream up for her Sarah? her Sarah. The notion appealed to her.

She gasped as the orgasm wracked her body and again thought about Sarah.  She thought about all of these new fantasies, all her little experiments, and she felt a surge of excitement that Sarah would fulfill them.  And her pet would be unable to control herself from becoming the slut Simone desired. She would see the girl debased in ways she never imagined. With that thought streaming across the transom of her mind, Simone came again.

As her breath slowed and her eyes grew heavy-lidded with a need for sleep, the professor checked the new programming a  final time and made for bed, eager to see her girl the following day.

Sarah woke with the morning sun streaming through the safety glass window looking down on the campus from the third floor. As soon as she was aware that a new day had come, her body was immediately alight with hunger. Her pussy was humming, begging for her fingers to come and play. She murmured happily at the erotic thrill of waking up so horny, and slid her fingers between her legs. Another murr escaped her lips while her finger slid up and down her slit, stroking it like it was a faithful pet. Her knees moved apart, her hands given all the access they needed to part her slit and collect the sticky dew that was flowing in her canal.

She dipped her fingers up into her pussy and moaned as she collected all the wetness she could before stroking it down her slit again and again, enjoying the glaze she was coating herself with. Her fingertips slid over her clit, causing her to sigh and spread her knees further apart, opening herself as much as possible. She gently rubbed herself, watching her labia swell and bloom under her ministration.

She could feel her orgasm building, but she didn't want to rush things. She wanted to let her body lead her through the experience and make it as good as possible. She slowed her fingers, just pleasuring herself enough to keep her cravings alive. She wanted to play with her body for a while, enjoying her the feeling of rubbing herself to the edge of climax over and over before slowing down just enough to keep from actually tumbling over the precipice of true bliss.

"Dude!" her roommate cried from the bed across the room. A pillow flung her way smacked against the edge of the bed and fell.

"Sorry," Sarah managed. "I forgot you were here."

"Well I am," Jackie growled. "You need ot get your shit together, girl. Something is going on with you. And I don't care for it. You want to act like a whore, you can find another roommate."

"Sorry," Sarah repeated, a feeble response. She was too busy luxuriating in the label: whore. Was that what she was? had she become a whore? And if she had, why did that idea turn her on so much?

She slid from bed, adoring her smooth, pale legs and the glistening delta between them. She never slept naked before, but now she preferred it. She loved the feeling of being bared and admired. Maybe Jackie was just jealous because of Sarah's great body. Jackie had little tiny tits. Not like Sarah. She had great big yummy tits that just begged to be squeezed and licked and kissed.

She took a quick shower, eager to get dressed and get a start on the day. She thought she might go by Professor Alexander's office first. She loved her professor. More, she loved that her professor helped her feel more focused. Ever since last night, she found it very hard to think about anything besides how much her pussy needed to be touched. And being with Professor Alexander, being with Miss, she corrected herself, meant that there was someone there to tell her what to do. And it didn't hurt that Sarah felt happy little spasms every time she thought she was doing something her Miss would want her to do. Like dressing sexy once she was out of the shower. She hated all the frumpy dark clothes in her closet, but the black lingerie wasn't bad, neither was the tight black skirt. She'd always worn it with torn stockings or fishnets, but it looked better than ever when only her shapely legs decorated it. Paired with a very tight white sweater that showed off her tits nicely, she nabbed some tall black heels and headed for the door, ignoring her backpack. All she needed was her phone tucked in the waist of her skirt.

She realized she hadn't eaten, and so she paused on her way to the professor's office to get something at the student center. And now that she was able to think past her pussy's desires, she realized another insistent hunger was beneath. She pushed through the doors of the student center and found the cafeteria, lined by food court-style locations. Even this early on a Thursday morning she could get a pizza alongside the coffee and pastries. What she wanted, though, was fruit and yogurt and she filled a plate with bananas, three cups of yogurt, strawberries, blueberries, and a muffin, along with a tall glass of orange juice. She sat alone at a counter looking out at the green grass and crisscrossing sidewalks of campus, shoveling her breakfast in.

It was only after she'd finished with her hasty breakfast that she saw the guy in the corner near the exit door. He was sandy-haired and fit, and he was clearly looking at Sarah with thinly-disguised lust. He tried to make it seem harmless with an easy smile, but his interest was blatant and primal.

Her first thought was that this guy was actually sort of cute. Her second was that he was a lot more handsome than most of the jocks in her classes. Her third was of her vagina tingling with arousal. Her nipples, already hard, ached to be fondled.

She popped a few final strawberries into her mouth as she watched him watch her. She could feel him prowling around her like a predator, but she didn't tense. She didn't run, like maybe any other girl would have. Instead, she felt her pussy pulse and twitch and began to wonder how she could make things work so that this guy could have her.

"And why do I want him?" she thought to herself, even as she slid a hand under the bar to her skirt, toying with the idea of taking him back to her room for a fuck. She thought about her professor, and the way she'd had Sarah dress, and the way Sarah was feeling now.