St. Alicia’s, Part 1

(This is the first of a three part hypnosis story that was inspired by a story I read several years ago. It was a fun little story to write and I hope you enjoy reading it. Parts two and three will be coming soon.)

It was a quiet late September Saturday on the campus of St. Alica’s University. The school was a small, private, girls only institution that, despite the name, was not affiliated with any religious organization. It was a very exclusive and very expensive school. All the students came from very wealthy families and most of the girls already had their own part of the family fortune. The school had been founded a century earlier by a wealthy woman named Alicia Grant. She was about as far from being a saint as one could get, so it was with a sense of delicious irony that she named the school St. Alicia’s.

The school had been founded as a haven for young college women who were lesbian or bisexual, definitely a taboo subject at that time and the school was met with considerable resistance. As a result, the campus was built like a fortress, complete with thick walls where defenders could position themselves to fight off attacks and heavy iron gates that were nearly impenetrable. The opposition to St. Alicia’s was so intense that for nearly twenty years, the students were required to take marksmanship training in several types of firearms and martial arts. Fortunately, that opposition died down over time.

The number of students each year was limited to two-hundred-fifty for each class, making for a total of one-thousand students, all living in one of the four dormitories on campus. For fifty years, the dormitories were divided by class with one dorm each for freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors. That was eventually done away with in order to promote a feeling of sisterhood amongst all of the classes. And that experiment had worked.

There were one hundred faculty and staff working on the campus, all women, and all either lesbian or bisexual, like the students. They also lived on the campus year-round. The President of course had her own large house next to the Administrative Center. The four Hall Directors lived in the dorms. Two dozen of the most senior faculty and staff members had their own modest houses, and the rest lived in small one-woman apartments in a dormitory-type residence.

Not much was happening on campus this particular day. The weather was still warm, though there was a slight fall breeze blowing. Most of the students were relaxing or having fun in small groups off by themselves.

Sarah Winters was currently alone in her room, studying. She was a pretty twenty-one-year-old senior with red hair and blue eyes. She stood five feet, nine inches tall and weighed one hundred thirty pounds. She was normally quiet and shy, though one of her new roommates was trying to bring her out of her shell.

That roommate’s name was Chanda Patel. She was a twenty-year-old junior of Indian descent. Chanda was a beautiful girl with light brown skin, long flowing black hair, and rich brown eyes the color of coffee with just a little cream in it. She was five feet five inches and weighed one hundred thirty-five pounds. She was also very outgoing and gregarious, nearly the total opposite of the reserved Sarah.

For now, Chanda was off somewhere, as was her other roommate Amy, while Sarah was working hard to keep her grades up and enjoying the peace and quiet.

Sarah’s peaceful study time was suddenly shattered when Chanda burst through the door like a whirlwind.

“I did it!” Chanda exclaimed as she held some sort of semi-rigid bracelets up for Sarah to see. “I made the breakthrough I was hoping for!”

Sarah looked at what Chanda was holding and realized they looked familiar.

“Those look like slap bracelets,” Sarah told her roommate.

“They are!” Chanda said proudly. “Aren’t they great?”

“Sweetie,” replied Sarah with a chuckle. “I hate to break your heart, but my parents wore slap bracelets when they were teens in the early 1990s.”

“Not like this,” Chanda countered with a mischievous grin. “These are special. Watch.”

Chanda grabbed Sarah’s left hand and slapped one on her wrist. It quickly closed around the wrist with a soft click. As soon as it was in place, Sarah felt strange. Her expression went blank, and she stood completely still, standing at attention with her arms at her sides staring straight ahead blankly, as if she were hypnotized.

In fact, she was hypnotized. Sarah’s mind was quite fuzzy, but she was vaguely aware of her surroundings. She just couldn’t move or speak. She was confused as to what was happening to her but the fuzziness in her head prevented her from forming any coherent thoughts.

“Sarah,” Chanda said with a grin. “This is you Mistress speaking. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah answered in a monotone voice. “I hear you, Mistress.”

“You are my slave,” continued Chanda, still grinning. “You will obey me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” replied Sarah. “I am your slave. I will obey you.”

Somewhere deep in her still fuzzy mind, Sarah had not wanted to say those words but she felt utterly compelled to say them anyway. She knew she was now a slave and her addled mind accepted that.

“Kiss me slave,” Chanda ordered.

Sarah kissed her Mistress full on the lips. She had been attracted to Chanda for some time now but had been too shy to tell her. Deep in her mind, she wanted to kiss her and keep kissing her.

“Get on your knees,” came another order from Chanda after she broke the kiss.

Sarah dropped to her knees. Again, she had no choice but to obey her Mistress.

“Kiss my shoes,” said Chanda.

Sarah obediently began kissing Chanda’s shoes. As she did, Chanda reached down and plucked the bracelet off Sarah’s wrist, freeing her from Chanda’s control. Sarah immediately backed away in disgust at what she was doing.

“Hey!” Sarah exclaimed. “That wasn’t very fucking funny. How dare you make me kiss your shoes?”

Chanda laughed. She had known Sarah for two years and that was the first time she had ever heard her use foul language. Sarah stared daggers at her roommate. She was not at all amused by what Chanda had done. Chanda also noted that Sarah did not complain about having to kiss her on the lips.

I knew it, Chanda thought. She is attracted to me. Maybe I can use that to my advantage sometime, like maybe the next time I slap a bracelet on her wrist. I might even be able to get her to fuck me. If she doesn’t have a strap-on, I do.

“Calm down, Sarah,” Chanda said, pushing the thoughts of sex with Sarah out of her mind. “There was no permanent damage done, except maybe to your pride. I just wanted to show you a little of what this thing can do.”

“What is it?” Sarah asked as her anger subsided. “Besides a slap bracelet, I mean.”

“It’s a mind control device,” answered Chanda. “Once it snaps in place around the wearers wrist and it makes contact with the skin, it sends an electrical signal to the wearers brain. The signal instantly puts the wearer in a sort of hypnotic trance, without the need for an actual hypnotic induction, which can be time consuming and doesn’t always work. While it is on the wrist, the one wearing it is compelled to obey the one who put it on them. They can’t resist. And after a while, they don’t want to resist.”

“Yeah, I noticed that” Sarah said thoughtfully. “I did feel compelled to obey you, like I had no choice in the matter. Part of me didn’t want to but another, stronger part of me wanted to do everything you said. It was like a voice deep in my mind said, ‘You must obey Chanda. She is your Mistress.’ It was actually kind of cool! I was completely unable to resist anything you said. And a part of me didn’t want to resist.”

“That’s wonderful!” said Chanda with a look of relief. “That’s how it was supposed to work. Oh, and the device is powered by the wearer’s pulse. Each beat that passes through the wrist causes the power in the bracelet to charge, basically giving it unlimited power to keep sending the electrical impulses to the brain. If the wearer of the bracelet has a heartbeat, the bracelet will work.”

“Wow! That is impressive!” observed Sarah. “You said a person would be controlled by whoever places the bracelet on them. Who would control you if you put it on yourself?”

“That’s an excellent question,” Chanda answered. “The person nearest you at the time you put it on yourself would have control of you. If no one is around, you would stand mindlessly until someone came up to you and ordered you to do something or removed the bracelet from you. Anyone wearing a bracelet is unable to remove it from herself. That’s a little feature I thought was needed. What good is a mind control device if the one wearing it can simply remove it and break free of that control any time she likes? Also, whoever is controlling the one wearing the bracelet can transfer control to another person by simply telling their slave that the other person is now their Mistress.”

“That sounds pretty cool,” Sarah said. “But if I was enslaved by someone I wouldn’t want to be traded from Mistress to Mistress.”

“Here,” Chanda said as she slapped a bracelet on her own wrist. “You control me for a while.”

The young Indian woman’s face went blank as the device instantly took control of her mind. She stood completely still, staring straight ahead with a glassy, glazed look in her eyes. She was, in essence, hypnotized by the bracelet on her left wrist, though not yet under Sarah’s control.

“Oh, wow!” Sarah said as she looked at her entranced roommate. “Chanda, can you hear me? I am your Mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the young Indian woman answered. “I can hear you, Mistress.”

“You are my slave,” Sarah said, echoing the commands Chanda had given her. “You will obey me.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Chanda answered. “I am your slave. I will obey you.”

Sarah smiled and tried to think of things she could make Chanda do.

“Slave, give me a deep tongue kiss,” she said, deciding to take advantage of her control over her secret love.

“Yes, Mistress,” Chanda replied and gave her a wet tongue kiss.

“Mmm,” Sarah moaned as she broke the kiss and dropped her pants and bikini panties. “Now, kiss my ass cheeks, slave.”

Chanda did as she was commanded.

“Now, slave,” Sarah told her. “Stand up, remove all your clothing and pose naked for me like a superheroine statue with your hands on your hips and remain absolutely still posed like that no matter what I do to you.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the mindless Chanda replied. “I obey.”

She quickly shed all of her clothes and took the pose of a superheroine, her hands on her hips and a big smile on her face. Sarah thought she looked very sexy posed that way. She walked over to the hypnotized statue girl, kissed her smiling lips, and began rubbing her slave’s shaved pussy.

“Oh, God, Chanda,” Sarah said breathlessly. “You are so hot and sexy like this, all helpless and posed like a statue. I’ve wanted to have you naked in front of me for so long now but I was too shy to tell you how I felt. Now I have you and I’m not sure I want to release you. I want you so much!”

At that moment, their other roommate, Amy Chin, came in through the front door. She laughed when she saw Chanda naked and posed with Sarah rubbing the young Indian woman’s pussy and telling her how she felt.

“I see our roommate has one of her mind control bracelets on her own wrist,” Amy said with a smile. “Did you slap it on her or did she put it on herself?”

Amy was a gorgeous mixed-race Chinese-Caucasian girl the same age as Sarah and also a senior. She stood only five feet, three inches tall and weighed a mere ninety-two pounds, much of that in her ample tits. Her normal black hair was dyed red, with blonde highlights randomly thrown in. She also had sparkling blue eyes that glinted in the light. Despite her small stature, she was an alpha female. She had to be in charge, whatever the situation. She was President of the senior class and she was always the center of attention wherever she went. And she thrived on it.

“You know about these?” asked an embarrassed Sarah to which Amy nodded yes. “She put in on herself so I could control her for a bit.”

“Yeah, I know all about the bracelets,” said Amy. “I went by the lab just as she finished with them. I was the first person she used one on. She just slapped it on my wrist without any warning and bam, I was instantly under her control, completely hypnotized and obedient.”

“Yeah, she did the same thing to me,” Sarah replied. “It was kind of fun to be controlled but it is much better to be the one in control.”

“That’s true,” Amy agreed. “After Chanda released me from her control, I surprised her and slapped a bracelet on her. She never saw it coming. I had a little fun with her, but I didn’t make her get naked like you did.”

“Well, I was… I was just…” stammered Sarah. “I j… just… wanted to…”

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Sarah,” laughed Amy. “Your attraction to Chanda was very obvious but you are so very shy so you couldn’t tell her how you feel. Now with her under mind control, you wanted to see how far you could take things. I don’t blame you. If I was in your shoes, I would have done the same thing to her.”

“Well,” replied a blushing Sarah. “I really just wanted to see how far the control would go. And she did put the bracelet on herself without setting any limits, so I took that as permission to do whatever I wanted.”

“I think I prefer to do things without permission,” Amy said with a smirk. “I prefer to surprise my targets and capture them unexpectedly. I think it’s more fun that way because they never see it coming. Like now with you.”

Amy quickly slapped a bracelet on the unsuspecting Sarah’s wrist, instantly making her a mind-controlled slave for the second time in less than thirty minutes.

“I am your Mistress,” Amy told the entranced girl. “You are my slave.”

“Yes, Mistress,” the mindless Sarah replied. “You are my Mistress. I am your slave.”

“You love being enslaved,” Amy told her entranced roommate. “You will obey me in all things.”

“Yes, Mistress,” said Sarah. “I love being enslaved. I will obey you in all things, Mistress.”

“Tell your slave that I am now her Mistress, and she is my slave,” commanded Amy.

“Yes, Mistress,” acknowledge Sarah as she turned toward Chanda. “Slave Chanda, Mistress Amy is now your Mistress. You are now her slave. You will obey Mistress Amy. Do you understand.”

“I understand,” the still posed Chanda said as she turned toward Amy. “You are my Mistress. I am your slave. I will obey you.”

‘Perfect!” Amy grinned. “Slave Sarah, take off your clothes and stand naked and at attention next to your sister slave. Slave Chanda, stop posing and stand at attention.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Sarah replied as she started to remove her clothes. “I will obey.”

“Yes, Mistress,” slave Chanda answered as she put her legs together and dropped her arms to her sides. “I will obey.”

Sarah quickly removed her clothing and soon was standing naked next to Chanda. Both girls were blank and motionless, completely hypnotized and controlled by the mind control bracelets they wore. And both awaited instructions from their Mistress. Amy looked over her new slaves. Both of her roommates had fantastic bodies and very nice tits. Both also had shaved pussies, which Amy preferred.

Amy did not intend to release her new slaves. She had been formulating a plan ever since Chanda had told her a month earlier that she was working on the mind control bracelets and hoped to have them ready soon. She kept close track of Chanda’s progress. She displayed enough interest that she knew she was the first one Chanda would tell when she had succeeded. And she was. When Chanda demonstrated the bracelets for her at the lab, she knew it was time to put her plan into action and the first step would be to enslave her two roommates. And now that step was completed. She had released Chanda knowing the she would immediately take the devices and show Sarah. Amy thought it would be better for Chanda to show her alone before Amy showed up and enslaved them both.

“You two will remain my slaves forever,” Amy said with a smirk. “You will accept your new reality as my slaves and never question it. You will not make any attempt to free yourselves or each other. If anyone other than I tries to remove your bracelets, you will fight them. You will not let anyone but me remove your bracelets. You are my slaves and that is all you desire to be. You want to be my slaves forever, do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” both slaves replied. “We understand. We will never try to be free. We will never remove our bracelets, and we will never let anyone except you remove them. We desire to be your slaves forever, Mistress.”

“You will never attempt to place a bracelet on me,” the Mistress continued. “If you ever see me wearing a bracelet, even if I place it on myself, you will immediately remove it from me so that I am free. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress, we understand,” they replied. “We will never attempt to place a bracelet on you. If we ever see you wearing a bracelet, even if you place it on yourself, we will immediately remove it so that you shall be free, Mistress.”

Amy took a deep breath. She was going to try something and prayed that it would work. She took a bracelet and slapped it onto her own wrist. She was instantly under the control of the bracelet. Her face went blank, and she stared straight ahead, unmoving and unblinking. She was completely hypnotized just like her slaves.

Both slaves instantly moved toward Amy. Chanda reached her first and swiftly removed the bracelet. Amy was back to her normal self in seconds. Amy breathed a sigh of relief that the programming of her roommates had worked. If it hadn’t, well… she didn’t really want to think about that.

“Very good, slaves,” Amy told them. “You obeyed your commands well. That will be a standing command for you to follow. If you ever see me wearing a bracelet you will remove it, understand.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they replied. “We understand. If we ever see you wearing a bracelet, we will remove it, Mistress.”

“Slave Chanda,” Amy addressed the sexy Indian slave. “How many of these mind control bracelets have you made and where are they located?”

“Five Mistress,” Chanda told her. “Three are here and two are in the lab.”

“I want you to make fifty more of them for me,” commanded Amy. “I intend to make a lot more slaves. How soon can they be ready?”

“I can have them ready for you in less than three hours, Mistress,” said Chanda.

“Perfect,” Amy said with a smile.

Everything was going according to plan. Amy had her two roommates enslaved and she hoped to have many more very soon.

“Now it is time to have some fun with you two slaves and show you where your proper place is,” the beautiful girl said with a wicked grin. “Both of you slaves get on your knees.”

The helplessly hypnotized and enslaved young women obeyed.

“Now, slaves,” Amy said. “I want you to bow to me over and over. You will worship me and praise me as your new Goddess and with each bow, with each word of worship and praise, you will fall even deeper under my control. Not only do your minds and bodies belong to me, but your very souls will also belong to me, your Goddess. Do you slaves understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” the two replied. “We understand and will obey. We will worship and praise you as our Goddess and as we do, we will fall deeper under your control. Our minds, bodies, and souls belong to you, Mistress,”

And they obeyed. They bowed and worshipped and praised Amy, their Mistress and Goddess for more than two hours, falling deeper and deeper under her control, just as they had been commanded.

And Amy was very pleased with her new slaves. If all went according to plan, she would soon have many more slaves and worshippers to command and control. And she was very excited by that thought.

When the slaves were finished worshipping her, Amy had them get dressed and the three walked to the lab so that slave Chanda could make more of the bracelets for her Mistress/Goddess Amy.

Amy had big plans for the bracelets and all the slaves she intended to acquire. She hoped to soon be a Goddess over many more women.

To Be Continued