Monika Hypnosis Part 3 (Somewhat Lewder)

“Well then, I’m heading out. I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Yuri nods to us as she leaves, sliding the clubroom door shut.

Monika slides behind me and runs a hand through my hair. “We should get going, too...[[honey]].“ Suddenly, it’s as if I can feel each individual strand being pushed aside, sending a pleasant tingling down my spine. I fix my eyes downward and try to focus on gathering my things. Yuri just left, Sayori stepped out early to help with a group project, but Natsuki was still putting away her manga...

Monika removes her hand, allowing a single finger to trace its way down my neck. I suppress a shudder. I don’t even have to look at her to see the smug grin. “Is something wrong, [[dearest]]?”

Bliss crashes over me, and my will softens like putty as I look up, ready to meet her gaze. Before I can say anything, Natsuki emerges from the storage closet, haphazardly closing the door behind her. I bolt upright and force my face into something I hope looks normal. “I...I’m fine, Mis-M-Monika.” A dull, heavy feeling takes hold in my chest as I force myself to use her name. I meet her eyes. There’s a strange glint there, but it fades into a gentle smile.

“God, you two are so sappy it’s disgusting.” Natsuki rolls her eyes, but despite the harsh words, she’s smiling. “See you later.” She strolls out of the room, and a silence sets in once the sound of her footsteps fades.

“Mistress, you can’t just—Ah...” I stumble over my words as the emptiness in my chest fills with warmth. It feels so...so right to call her that. “You can’t just do that to me...not when there are people around...”

“Oh? At this point, I’m pretty sure I can do anything I want~” The glint in Monika’s eyes was back. “And don’t try and pretend that you don’t like it.”

“There are limits, though...it’s not like I’m just your...your puppet.” The lack of conviction in my words is palpable, but I press on. “I mean, the hypnosis only works because I’m going along with it. I could always resist if I really wanted to...”

I instantly realize I've made a terrible mistake. Monika looms over me, her expression nothing less than predatory.

“Anon, that sounded like a challenge...are you sure that’s the road you want to go down~?”

I’m not, but...it’s not like I can just back down now.

“Alright, then...let’s see just how long you can hold out.”

I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and brace myself. I can do this. I have to do this. It’s all just in my head. No matter what she tries, no matter what kind of tricks she pulls, I can get through this.

Monika slides into my lap, and what little resolve I had gathered is instantly shattered.

“M-Monika, what are you...?” She’s straddling my legs, her face inches from my own.

“Ahaha~...You can’t expect me to go easy on you, Anon~” She smirks, draping her arms around my neck. “After all, this is the perfect position for you to look into my eyes...”

On reflex, I meet her gaze. Her eyes really are one of her best...no, no, have to keep my composure, have to break away...

“Just look into my eyes, [[dearest]].” Pleasure engulfs me once again, and I’m unable to fight the hand that takes my chin and guides me back. “That’s it... Going deeper and deeper and deeper...”

I try to focus on something, anything but her words and those beautiful green eyes. I succeed only in becoming VERY aware of every slight shift of her lower half as she maintains her balance. This isn’t good; at this rate...it’s going to be my loss, hypnosis or no hypnosis.

“My eyes, Anon, you need to keep looking into my eyes...[[honey]].” In my distraction, I hadn’t noticed her fingers interlacing with my own. At the sound of the trigger, each squeeze of her hands becomes a rush of other, more intense sensations: interlocked tongues,  tangled legs, pressing thighs...

“My eyes, Anon.” Monika’s voice is low, barely more than a whisper. I comply. I just...I need to keep my mind off what’s going on below-deck. As...enchanting as her eyes are, if I just try and shut out what she’s saying...I can...

I can feel my thoughts sinking into deep, emerald pools. I have to keep afloat. Even if I’m lost in those gorgeous eyes (God, they’re so pretty), if I just ignore everything else...

But that’s easier said than done. At this distance, I can feel her words almost as well as I can hear them, each warm breath kissing my cheek as it passes.

“Focus...you want this...you need to go deeper...deeper for Mistress...”

I can...do this...

“Just relax...it feels good...good to lose yourself...in Mistress’ eyes...”

I can...

"Only my words now...let my words become your thoughts...your only thoughts..."

I...

“That’s it...just let go...just obey...[[darling]]”

Some small part of me is still trying to resist.........why? It’s...so pointless. I mean, I’m the one making this so complicated. I should just give in and obey. That's right. Just obey Mistress.

“I obey, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

My heart soars at Mistress’ approval. I feel...awake now, but everything is so...strange. Hazy, fuzzy. Except for Mistress. The rest of the world is a blur, but Mistress is a glowing, radiant goddess. A goddess I NEED to serve. She’s risen off me now; I stumble out of the chair and onto my knees, where I belong.

“Ahaha~ I see you understand your Mistress’ desires~” Mistress takes a seat on a desk, and stretches out one beautiful, supple leg. I stroke it, first with my hands but then, shamelessly, with my face, too——her soft, silky stockings feel sooooooo good——I tease my way further and further up her legs, then under her skirt, helping her out of her panties before attending to her perfect, flawless thighs. Egged on by her sighs of satisfaction, I’m ready to service her with my tongue...but before I can even start, Mistress is forcing me to the floor.

“MMmmm...I appreciate the thought Anon, but...you’re being such a good slave, and your Mistress can’t hold back any longer...” She starts to undo my belt, and I barely have time to remove my pants before she lowers herself onto me.

Mistress is a perfect storm of fiery passion and serene, gentle desire.  Every buck of our hips is intensified with a gasped [[dearest]]; each brush of her bobbing ponytail against bare skin, every playful nibble at my ear, heightened with a whispered [[honey]]. My mind and body are completely bent to her will. Just when I think I can’t take any more, Mistress’ pace increases, her moans grow heavier, and with a final, shouted [[darling!]], comes release, and perfect, absolute surrender.

***

Mis—Monika and I lean against each other in the empty classroom, clothes disheveled and half-buttoned.

“Sorry Anon...I might have gotten a little carried away again.”

“It’s okay, Mi—Monika. I mean, obviously I enjoyed it...”

“Ahaha~" She chuckles at my verbal stumble. "But really, Anon, you’re right...I shouldn’t tease you like that in front of the others if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“...Thanks. Um, could I ask you something, then?”

“Of course, Anon, anything.”

“When we’re alone like this...would it be okay...even when you haven’t used a trigger...if I called you ‘Mistress’ sometimes?”

Monika looks almost dumbfounded as she processes what I just said, then beams. “Of course, Anon!”

“Thank you...Mistress.”

She leans in, planting a kiss on my cheek. “You’re very welcome...my little love-slave...”

fin.