Affected By The Gas, Part 20: Blue Flash, White Light

I was in the back room just behind the bar in my place. Seated in the conservatory itself were twenty of the hottest supermodels and other apex women on Earth. They had paid for a lengthy retreat, to practice yoga, detox and destress from the rigours of their jetsetting lives.

Outside, Cassie was serving the clients drinks. Alison had just joined her.

In the back room, I opened a small cabinet at eye height, and looked at the gasmask and the small knob. All I had to do would be to turn that knob, and I could flood the room with an anaesthetic gas which would knock out all of those women.

I closed the cabinet, and instead opened a drawer. Inside were two small keychain flashlights. I touched the little buttons. A circle of blue light shone against the wall from one of them. The other shone a red light. All I needed for today were these. Straightening out, I checked out my suit - Italian silk, don't you know - and, clutching the tiny keychain lights in my hand, entered the conservatory.

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'What are you going to do now?' Cassie asked. They had just returned to the bar with emptied bottles.

'I'm just going to talk to the clients,' I said, turning the blue keychain light on Cassie. A few seconds later, Cassie giggled for a moment and composed herself, smiling. 'I'm going to get some feedback from them on your session.' A flash of blue light on Alison's face, and she giggled.

'How are you both feeling?'

Cassie adjusted her clothes and blushed, as Alison fanned her face. 'Good,' they both said. Of course they would feel good - that blue light had triggered the release of a flood of dopamine, oxytocin, phenylethylamine and serotonin in their bodies. Right now, they were feeling very good. Very good, and very aroused.

I flashed the light in their faces a second time to trigger a further release and their glow deepened. I watched them adjust their clothes, loosening their tops. And with that, I went among the other women.

The first woman I bumped into was Miss Pia, the Korean. 'How's your drink?'

She smiled and raised her glass. 'Very nice, thank you.' A blue flash across her face, and her smile grew a little wider as a giggle escaped her perfect lips. Her face, too, began to glow with hormonal arousal. She relaxed, lounging back in her chair, letting her body sprawl out a little in front of me. She glanced at me, and I pressed the blue flash again, just to see her arousal and her amatory response deepen.

I moved on. Maurita Alpert and Tabby D'Arcangelo were closest.

Five minutes later, every woman in the room had been given a couple of blue flashes, and now felt very warm, very uninhibited. There was much loosening of tops, relaxed lounging and longing looks cast at me. They could not see the blue light, because I'd programmed them to ignore it.

'Let's have some music,' I said, loudly. The women chorused their agreement. I crossed to the bar, and went over to the entertainment console. I had a Pied Piper sound file cued up, ready to play; one press of the button, and it began.

Pretty soon, the murmurs began to change to sighs, and moans. Bodies writhed slowly as hands slid down to caress breasts, legs. Short skirts began to ride up, and blouse buttons popped open. I looked across the room at Cassie and Alison, who were also being affected by the pied piper.

Time for the second keychain light, the white one. A little white flash of light in Alison's face, and her writhing and caressing changed. She removed her top. Alison did the same when I flashed the little white light in her face. I started going around all the women, flashing white light into their faces. Each flash of light prompted them to remove one item of clothing.

A few more blue light flashes in their faces, and they were lost in arousal; a few more flashes of white light, and the women were surrounded by clothes, wearing only their panties. The one called Magdalene moaned, gazing at me as I flashed the white keychain light in her eyes. A moment later, she slid off her panties and sat back in her chair, naked, her legs spread apart, her fingers vigorously rubbing.

I watched them as they lounged about, masturbating, unheeding of where they were, who they were and what they had been doing. They were almost ready for the next phase, and as soon as the music file wound down and they had their orgasms, the next phase would begin.

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Affected, Part 19: Group Session

'And now you can relax, before we move to the last pose of this session.'

I had the study window open, so I could observe the yoga class taking place out on the terrace. Twenty rich, pretty women doing various excruciating poses on tatami mats under the warm summer sunshine. Blue skies, fluffy clouds, tanned bodies, tight leotards.

Cassie was leading the class, looking gorgeous in her own little unitard, her body lithe and flexible as she guided her class through its moves. Her voice was clear as a bell. 'We will now move into the last pose for today, the basic savasana, the corpse pose. Lie flat, arms at your sides, legs and arms a little apart ... and just breathe.'

The cooling-down exercises were coming to a close. Pretty soon, the ladies would be wrapping up the session.

I looked at the camera feeds of the yoga session. I'd been recording the whole thing. I record every session. Cassie watches for training purposes. When the class began to break up, I stopped recording. Tonight, I would edit everything, adding some soothing mood music and posting it online. It was a nice little earner for her, on top of the fees she was receiving for the classes.

My place is big, and it's good to have a little extra cash in to help with the running costs. The yoga classes were my idea, and Cassie loved the idea of gaining accreditation and becoming a yoga instructor, so I paid for an intensive course and got her a certificate. I have Alison doing shiatsu and reiki classes in the evenings, and twice yearly writer's retreats in May and November, headlined by Dr Anita Kennedy, who's eager to do these courses for people. She, too, gets a nice fee for her troubles.

Everybody has a good time at my place, and my chosen ones go home with fatter purses, so everybody's happy.

Presently, I heard the chatter as the women entered the house and made their way along the corridor towards the changing rooms in the back. Almost time for me to take them to the next phase of the day's activities. On the monitor, I followed their progress as they entered the changing room, and turned off the monitors to allow them to change in private. Cassie, too. I may keep her and Alison, and my other chosen ones, close to me, but the only ties are those of loyalty, not compulsion, and they have plenty of privacy. I make sure that they are aware of this.

It was almost time. I'd set up the sound system in the conservatory, along with refreshments for the clients once they'd changed. It was a hot summer's day, so they were wearing light clothing as they filed into the conservatory, to see me standing behind the bar, cracking open the first bottle of champagne, wearing a light coloured suit and a happy smile.

I greeted the clients, whose names were a roster of the current stars du jour of Vogue, Tatler and Forbes - Maurita Alpert, of the shipping line; Raven Anand-apte, Playboy model; Nancee Applebome, Siana Badian and Tiphanie Bello, Premier league soccer WAGs; property heiresses Julita Castagna, Brooke Catsouphes, Tabby D'arcangelo, Demetria Dautzenberg and Lauryn Efron; Tv presenter Magda Flynn-bedrosian; the Sybille Glendinning of the whisky franchise; former Miss Austria Magdalene Hergenroether-Lowri; Pia Jong Kao, the ex-wife of the South Korean Ambassador; Indira Koestler, the number three ladies' tennis seed, tipped for the favourite at this year's Wimbledon; and Consuela Mannes, Elena Pagliaricci, Vanda Petrie and Dita van Verthe, all up-and-coming Victoria's Secret models. They sat down in the comfy chairs which were scattered about the conservatory, and I poured their drinks while Cassie served.

On coming back to the bar for the third tray, Cassie took me to one side. 'Did you see Miss Pia dip her fingernail into the drink?'

'Yes,' I replied.

'She told me that it was to check to see if you'd slipped her a roofie.'

I put on an expression of mild shock. 'Perish the thought. You know how much this crap costs?' whilst thinking 'Besides, I could just flood the room with gas afterwards, if I wanted to.'

I smiled. 'No, there is definitely nothing in their drinks. I can guarantee it. Keep serving, and just don't let them cotton on that I know. It'd be an insult to my hospitality, and they know it.'

Cassie nodded and went back into the fray with another tray full of drinks. I stood and watched as the women wound down and relaxed from their yoga session. They'd paid for ten sessions, at a very hefty price - one which included security and seclusion, free from paps and other pests. This was the sixth session, and what they did not know was that they had already been well programmed over the course of the last five sessions.

The first of those sessions were all fun, I should add; a little light hypnotic gas in the air vents to make them feel very sleepy, not enough to knock them out but enough to put them in a very warm, floaty mood, open to suggestions. A few triggers here and there, and they were all set up for the rest of the sessions. Everything else was just to reinforce the triggers and occasionally to deepen the trance experiences.

It was fun during that first day, listening to them chatting in the conservatory, minding my own business; then going into the little stock room in the back, slipping on a gas mask and turning on the little gas bottles connected to the air feed. Their conversations went quickly from animated chatter, anticipation of the first yoga session and ice breaking to yawns and slurred speech and, ultimately to silence. Then back into the room, gas mask on, to put a MP3 and bluetooth speaker in the middle of the room to broadcast instructions.

Some reinforcers, a convincer - twenty beautiful women slowly raised their arms into the air at the same time, which was fun to see - and the activation of a couple of pleasure triggers to reinforce the feelings of wanting to stay on for the rest of the course.

That first session, twenty of the hottest women on the Earth writhed and moaned in sexual arousal as I watched. And today, I was going to do something else to them; something just as pleasurable.

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Affected, Part 18: Back Home With Alison

I woke late this morning. A life of leisure, indeed.

On the way down to the dining room, wearing only my dressing gown, I heard a chair scraping against the floor, and the sound of cutlery on fine china. It had to be Alison: the help did not live in, but came in on demand.

I pushed open the door, and sure enough it was Alison, sitting across the room at the end of the big table, enjoying what looked like a full English breakfast. She was wearing a dressing gown. It looked like Cassie's.

'How did you get that?'

Alison looked up. 'I raided the kitchen and cooked it.'

'Oh, cool. Is there any more food back in the kitchen?'

'Last time I saw, yes.'

I went into the kitchen and checked the fridge. Sausages, bacon, eggs. I put on the frying pan and whipped up my own breakfast.

Alison stood in the doorway. 'I had the last of the mushrooms and tomatoes. Sorry.'

'That's all right.'

'Hey, I'd like to hang with you today, if you haven't got anything else to do.'

'Sure thing, Alison.' I started putting the breakfast onto a plate. ' Care to stick around in the dining room if you've eaten?'

'I'd love to, sure.'

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Alison sat and watched me eat.

'Hey, I've got a question for you.'

I looked up at Alison. 'Go ahead.' Alison looked hesitant a moment. I frowned. 'Is there a problem?'

Alison sighed and leaned forwards. 'I have to ask ... do you like me?'

I put down my knife and fork. 'What do you mean?'

'How long has it been since we moved in here, all three of us?'

'A while.'

'Well, in that time you and Cassie have been enjoying each other pretty freely. You've shagged her in your room, in the library, right here on the table, on the lawn outside, in the car parked in front, in the swimming pool.'

I nodded. 'And?'

'Well, in all that time you've not laid a finger on me.' Alison frowned. 'Do you think there's something wrong with me? Is that it?'

I got up and crossed over to where Alison sat. Carefully, I put my hand over hers. She made no move to pull her hand away.

'I'm laying a finger on you now.'

Alison looked up at me. 'You do more than touch Cassie.' Her eyes were earnest; hungry.

'Get up.' She stood up slowly, facing me. I touched her shoulders. Her body was shivering under the thin dressing gown.

Outside, the rain battered the glass of the dining room patio doors.

Alison slowly slipped off the dressing gown, let it crumple to the ground. She was wearing nothing underneath.

'It's cold here.' Alison glanced towards the ceiling. 'Let's go to your room.'

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We held hands as we climbed the stairs, and Alison slipped her arm in mine as we walked into the master bedroom. I could hear her breathing growing shallow with anticipation. I turned to face her, and put my hand on her chest to feel her heart hammering.

'You know why I've not touched you so far?'

Alison shook her head.

I leaned closer to her to whisper in her ear. 'Cassie and I; we've got a good thing going. We're enjoying each other's company. It's fun making her laugh, and the sex is great. But I did not want to come over as some creepy lech with you. You could see the fun we were having, but I wanted you to come to me to join in, of your own free will with your eyes wide open.'

I stayed where I was, slipping my hands around her waist. We stood in the middle of the room, the carpet warm beneath our bare feet. Silence, bar the rainfall outside, the creak of the building as it settled, and our breathing. Alison pressed her body against mine, shivering, and wrapped her arms about my shoulders.

'You might have been afraid of me, Alison. Afraid that I might want to hurt you.'

'I didn't fear you.' Alison looked in my eyes. 'I've fancied you since the moment I saw you.'

Her kiss was warm. Her breath smelled of breakfast. My lips and teeth caressed her lower lip; Alison moaned and shuddered. One of the instructions I'd slipped her - kissing and touching her lower lip was a trigger to release the hormones oxytocin and dopamine into her body. I nibbled her lower lip and I felt the pleasure shooting through her. She could easily have come on the spot if I carried on kissing her there, but I had something else planned.

I stroked the back of her neck, running my fingers through her hair, and listened to her breathing into my shoulder. Her nipples were hard with arousal against my dressing gown. I kissed her bare shoulder: her most sensitive erogenous zone.

'Do you want to get into the bed now?'

Alison's voice was breathy with passion and arousal. Her fingers gripped my shoulders convulsively. 'Yes. Oh, yes. Please, yes.'

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Affected, Part 17 - The Professor

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The rain wakes me up in the mornings, these days. I'm up so early, and I sit on the bed watching the rain fall. The bed is pushed up against the window, and the will is only a few inches above the level of the bed - so I sit with the window open, watching the rain fall outside.

Next to me, Alison stirs. She usually wakes up much later than me.

We've moved out of town. There's a lovely place just outside of town, high up, with a gorgeous view of the sea in the distance and rolling hills all around. It is so quiet where we are living now.

This isn't our place. We both live with that guy who used to live next door. He won big on the lotto, or something, and the first thing he did was to buy up this property and move out. Second thing he did was to install me and Alison in his place with him.

I don't know what he wants of us; he doesn't sleep with Alison. And he only sleeps with me when I give him my consent. We don't do threesomes. Sure he's older, short and hairy, but he isn't gross. But he is really, really hot for some reason, especially when I'm near enough to him to hear him breathing.

I'm always falling asleep in this place. I think it's the rainfall.

Mornings are dark these days, towards the end of November. This Monday morning, though, I'm up early for a reason. I've got to discuss my essay with Professor Kennedy. Doctor Anita Kennedy is my tutor, and my master has asked me to bring her to him next.

Yes, for some reason I've been describing him as "my Master" for the last few weeks. He seems to like being called that. He also likes it when Alison calls him "Master," too.

He has worked with me in preparing the essay that I am to present to Doctor Kennedy. It is full of hypnotic instructions designed to induce a powerful state of trance in whoever reads it. I've done my research, and cited my sources - nothing about the essay turns up on Turnitin, because it is original. It just happens also to be very, very hypnotic.

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It's 11:30 am, ad I'm waiting outside the Professor's. She's just come back from delivering a morning lecture, and she's told me to wait outside until she is ready to call me in.

I'm sitting here, listening to the rain drumming against the skylight. In the corner, the secretary Miss Stroud is filing, her fingers tapping across the keyboard. She moves the mouse, checking the screen, then looks at me. 'Professor Kennedy will see you now.'

Inside the office, Professor Kennedy is sitting at her desk. The rain is pouring down outside. The sound of the rain pounding against the glass is very soothing. The Professor is an elegant, mature woman with short hair going slightly grey. She is wearing a dark blue suit. I know that she has recently been divorced - her wedding photo is face down on her desk.

Her eyelids are already heavy as she stares at the screen. I sit and watch as she reads the article, scrolling forwards through it. The instructions scattered throughout my work have been having a cumulative effect on her, virtually from the first sentence; her eyes roll and she blinks, her head drooping and jerking awake, drooping again and jerking awake. And still she pushes through, oblivious to everything and everyone, utterly unmindful of her surroundings - probably not even aware of what time it is, or what day it is even.

'Do you want to sleep?' I ask her.

'Yes.' The whisper is barely audible. It comes straight from her unconscious mind. The Master told me to watch for this.

'Sleep now,' I tell her. Professor Kennedy rolls her head back. Her eyes close. She lets out a cough, and her body is still.

I leave it a few seconds, then begin. 'Anita,' I tell her, 'you can open your eyes and look around when I tell you. You, the unconscious, will be in control. Do you understand?'

'Yes.' Again, the flat whisper.

'You will do what I say. Do you understand?'

'Yes.'

'Open your eyes now. Look at me.'

I watch Anita open her eyes and look at me with calm eyes.

I fish around in my pocket for a piece of paper. 'Call this number.' I give her the number to call. Anita dials the number. A few seconds later, the Master answers the phone. Anita stares ahead silently.

'Yes,' she says, after a few seconds. Then 'Yes,' again, after a few more seconds. She starts to smile. A blush appears on her face. Her breathing deepens a little. She grunts softly.

After a minute of this, Professor Kennedy puts the phone down and spreads her legs behind the desk. She looks at me.

'Apparently, the Master says that Miss Stroud has read the essay before I did. Miss Stroud called him, earlier.'

I look at her. Her hand is dipping under the desk. 'Oh.'

Professor Kennedy sends for Miss Stroud, who enters the room a few seconds later. The Professor looks up at Miss Stroud.

'Hannah, I'm trying to find a hardcopy file. I don't think it's been scanned yet. Can you see if you can find it in the archive for me?'

'Sure thing,' Miss Stroud replies. 'What is it called?'

'It's called "White Horses," darling.'

Miss Stroud blinks. She shakes her head. The trigger takes effect. Her eyelids grow heavy. Her head droops. In seconds, Miss Stroud is sinking into a trance herself before my eyes.

'The Master told me something before he hung up,' Anita tells me. 'He tells me that Hannah and I are both yours to command.' Her hand is dipping inside her panties; she is masturbating furiously. As I watch, Hannah opens her eyes and looks at me.

'Well, then' I tell them, a huge smile spreading across my face, 'what shall we do today?'

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Affected, Part 16 - Dreamy

I thought I'd let Cassie and Alison enjoy one another's company before moving on to the next phase.

After the really sexy dance-off where they showed their moves to one another, and got really turned on, I watched them through the various microcams I'd planted in Cassie's place as they made their way to the shower. There, they spent a good long while soaping each other up and getting thoroughly turned on.

Only part of their arousal was natural: much of it was actually my programming, triggering increasing levels of sexual attraction between the two and a desire to seduce one another.

Cassie's playful soaping was becoming teasing; her light finger caresses stroking the underside of Alison's breasts. Alison closed her eyes with pleasure.

It was getting steamy in the shower, and not just from all the steam from the hot water fogging up the camera lens. As I watched, Alison turned and began to reciprocate, her fingers seeking out all of Cassie's erogenous zones and awakening them.

I regretted not having a sound pickup in the shower. I would probably not have been able to hear what they were saying over the noise of the shower anyway, but they were talking as they caressed one another's wet, glistening, soaped-up bodies. The way Cassie was moving, her hips casually bumping Alison's over and over, I could guess what they were talking about.

Then they kissed; a long, passionate kiss. I zoomed in; they were giving one another tongue.

Cassie jolted the whole length of her body. I must have missed something. Alison giggled and brought up her hand. She'd touched Cassie underneath. They were almost ready.

I watched them leave the shower and grab towels, then head into the bedroom, still dripping wet. They were clearly going to towel one another off there. This was a good thing, because the next phase was due to start there.

Cassie began toweling down Alison, gentle strokes of the towel caressing Alison's erogenous zones - her neck, the undersides of her breasts, her hips. Then it was Alison's turn to towel off Cassie, following up the towel with a kiss planted on Cassie's flushed skin. Neck. Shoulder. A cheeky nibble on one of Cassie's nipples. Her navel. Cassie rolled up her eyes when Alison licked the area around Cassie's bellybutton.

Then they made their way onto the bed, Cassie climbing on first and taking Alison by the hand. She lay down and Alison climbed on top of her, straddling Cassie, their hands flashing all over one another's bodies, playfully seeking out each other's hotspots.

I touched a button on a remote control. Presently, Alison and Cassie began yawning, blinking. Their movements began to slow down. Their limbs were getting heavy. Alison was struggling to keep her head up. She began to sway, her head nodding and drooping as Cassie closed her eyes and slipped into slumber, courtesy of the gas which was filling the room.

I slipped on my gas mask. It was time to head back into Cassie's place to deliver the next set of instructions.

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Affected, Part 15 - Getting Steamy

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The phone rang again. I picked it up and listened. There was nothing on the end of the line. Just someone muttering. Not sure what the voice was saying. I passed the phone over to Alison, who listened for a few seconds before putting the phone down.

'Who was that?'

Alison shrugged. 'Come on. I've had an idea.' She took me by the hand. 'I could do with a shower.'

For some reason I couldn't fathom, so did I.

We both wandered into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the water pour down onto my hand.

'I want to get wet,' Alison said, her hands touching herself between her legs.

'So do I.' The water was getting hot. Steam was starting to rise.

'I want it to get nice and hot,' I tell Alison. I could see how she couldn't stop her hands dipping deep into her vulva. 'Good enough. Come on.'

We got into the shower booth. The hot water poured on our bodies, making us both shudder. Hot steamy air filled out lungs.

'You're panting.'

I looked at Alison. 'So are you.'

'Yeah. I can hardly breathe.' She was close enough to me that her breasts were pressing against mine.

I grabbed the soap and began to rub soap onto Alison's shoulders and neck, caressing her skin with soapy fingers. 'Like that?'

Alison was biting her lip as I began moving my hands down to her chest and her breasts. My fingers began to caress her nipples, which hardened as she gasped. From there, I moved to massaging her breasts, stroking the lower half of her boobs with light finger strokes, letting the shower water pour down over them, washing the suds away. Alison stood, her eyes closed, holding her breath as I continued to stroke her breasts.

'Lower.' I caught Alison's moan, and began sliding a hand down across her belly, towards her navel and beyond. When I reached her belly button, I circled it with a fingertip. Alison shuddered.

'Oh my God,' I heard her moan. 'Do that again. Please.'

I turned her around and, while kissing the side of her neck, reached around and stroked her belly button again, this time feeling her body shiver beneath my fingers. Hot soap scent was everywhere. I loved Alison's skin, tasting so clean and fresh with a slightly sharp tang.

'Do you like this?' My voice was a whisper. My hand slid down between her legs. Alison threw her head back and gasped. 'Mmm,' I crooned. 'Looks like you do.'

'I only came here to - ooh! - to ask how you were doing,' Alison stammered. 'Why am I sharing the shower with you?'

I said nothing; merely continued to nibble at her neck.

Alison suddenly stopped and turned to face me, grinning. 'My turn.'

I kissed her lips. 'Thought you'd never ask,' I crooned.

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Plans

Cassie's stories are still going to continue in this blog. I've had a major contract handed to me, which will require my full, intensive attention for the next five days.

However, rest assured, Cassie and Alison are still set for more mindblowing fun. How does a shower scene strike you? That is what's next for Cassie and Alison.

I'm also working on a separate story with Pat - remember Pat, of the recent video posts where she tried to read out my hypnotic blog pages? Her. She and I will be roleplaying a little scenario together. I've worked out some things for her to do over the next few days. Expect to see some interesting activities as Pat investigates what appears to be a costumed supervillain, name of "Subliminal."

All these are to come on Hypnotic Erotic. Watch for them.

Affected, Part 14: Dance-Off

Cassie:

The more I thought about what I was going to do, the more and more turned on I was feeling.

While the kettle was boiling, I decided to nip into my room and get changed. Alison was still sitting in the living room, listening to the MP3, zonked out of her gourd, so obviously she didn't see me.

I just realised that she'd seen me going into the bedroom, so she might expect me to be coming back out of the bedroom. This suited me just fine, because I'd had this really hot idea.

I was finally dressed when I heard Alison stirring.

'Cassie?'

'Just a minute.' I checked myself in the vanity mirror. 'Ready.'

I was wearing a blouse and the short skirt I occasionally like to wear to uni to fuck with the mind of my Ethics lecturer. When I came into the living room, I was barefoot.

As I came in, I heard the kettle boiling. 'I'll get us some tea.'

A while later, we were enjoying the tea. Alison was sitting across from me in the high-backed comfy chair next to the radiator, which is where I normally sit when the weather gets cold. Me, I was sitting on the sofa. I'd put my notes on the coffee table, and we were discussing the plans for the following night's session in the studio - what we'd planned, when we were going to rehearse the podcast and all of that.

I watched Alison throughout. At first she seemed a little surprised; but after a few minutes, she felt comfortable. Even a little turned on. Our chat was cordial, businesslike, but Alison was clearly getting distracted.

Finally, she raised her hand. 'Cassie, there is something I have to ask.'

'What?'

'Why are you wearing no knickers underneath? I mean, since you and me sat down here, the past ten minutes you've been spreading your legs and flashing your shaven pussy at me.'

'Ah.'

Alison fanned her flushing face. 'I wouldn't mind, but you're incredibly distracting.'

'I didn't know you were into girls. I thought you were with Dick.'

'Mike. And I was. But we broke up, remember?' Beads of perspiration were forming on her forehead. Alison got up. 'Look, I'm sorry, I've got to go -'

'No, wait.' I got up and went over to her, touching her arm. 'Please. I'm - I'm sorry. Okay? I - I didn't think you'd ... you'd mind ...'

Alison turned to look at me. 'I know.' She bit her lip. 'Just that I just split up with Dick and I don't know where I am right now and -'

'Mike,' I said.

'What?'

'Mike. You called him "Dick."'

Alison snorted. 'Now you've got me doing it.'

The kiss was a surprise. I felt her arms sweeping around me, her soft lips pressing against mine, and her delightful scent. And then the lust surged up and that was it.

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So it started with Alison sitting on the sofa, watching me dance. I put on I've Got An Angel by Eurythmics while I danced; it was my big sister's favourite track when we were kids. I only remember that it always made me hot, even though I couldn't describe how it made me feel.

The power of imagination goes right to my head
The power of imagination goes right to my head
The power of imagination goes right to my head
The power of imagination goes right to my head
And I said ...

I pulled open my blouse a little so Alison could see. I drew my fingers between my breasts and pressed them to my lips, then leaned over and kissed Alison's lips so she could taste me. The music changed, and I continued to dance for her, shedding my blouse and letting it drop to the floor. I had my bra on, and my skirt, and that was it.

Turning away from her, I gyrated my backside at her, occasionally flashing my bare behind and exposed pussy at her. As I turned back, my bra came off and I was dancing topless in front of her. Alison was getting so hot; fanning her face, loosening her blouse as I edged closer to her, grinding my hips provocatively as if to invite her tongue and fingers to come and meet me.

Alison held up her hand. 'My turn,' she whispered, getting up. 'Sit.'

Now it was her turn to dance, putting on something hot I hadn't heard before. Watching her hips swaying, I felt myself getting wet underneath. It was a long track, and she was taking her sweet time to take off her blouse. She was just teasing me, and it felt like it as going on all night. But finally, she had the blouse off, and after a few twirls her bra was off too, and she was just dancing in her jeans. I can't remember when she'd taken off her shoes.

When her jeans began to slide down to the ground, I was already touching myself underneath, my fingers dipping into my wet juices as Alison slowly edged closer to me, her hips gyrating in time with the beat, opening her legs so she could straddle me.

'Christ, if you knew how wet this was making me,' she whispered. I looked down at her muff and saw glistening down there.

'I can see,' I replied. I wanted to dance with her. Something in the track.

'I don't remember downloading this,' I said.

'I answered your text. I don't remember what it said, but there was this soundtrack on your music system and I thought I'd play it.'

My hips were gyrating along with hers. I couldn't stand it any more. I had to get up and dance with her. My skirt hit the floor in a rumpled pile. We were so close that we could feel each other's hot breath on our bodies. I could catch her scent, feel the heat from her body coming off in waves.

The music seemed to be going on forever. Alison was panting.

'Maybe you should take a rest,' I said.

'I can't,' Alison replied. 'I can't stop dancing.'

To my surprise, neither could I.

'Why are you smiling?'

'I'm not smiling, Alison. Why are you smiling?'

Alison touched her face. 'I have no idea.' I saw her reaching for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter on the table. I was shocked to see her take one out of the pack and light it, blowing a stream of smoke to the ceiling, before resuming her gyrating dance.

'I didn't know you smoked, Alison.'

'I don't smoke,' Alison replied, taking a cheek-hollowing drag and exhale. 'I just wanted to.'

She had no idea how much I wanted to touch her at that moment. I felt like I desperately needed to come soon, as if I'd been on the verge of an orgasm for hours.

If nobody touched me soon, I knew I was going to explode.

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Affected (Part 13): Cassie and Alison

Cassie:

So Alison sat sprawled in front of me, heavily dosed by the gas I'd sprayed in her face. Out cold. I was wearing the gas mask and nothing else.

The room was full of the gas - some sort of hypnotic agent. It hadn't put Alison to sleep; only left her in a state like a really intense hypnotic trance. So the headphones from the MP3 were feeding her some sort of instructions, I guess, because every now and then she'd say "yes" out of nowhere, in this really weird kind of whisper. The timer had pinged, and I'd opened the window to let out all of the gas so it was safe for me to take off the mask and sit down in front of her and have a smoke.

I had an idea. I took off the headphones and listened to what the voice was saying. Something about being underground. Reminded me of a weird dream I'd had, not long before I'd invited the guy to go out on a date with me. I turned off the MP3, sat down and finished my cigarette. Alison remained where she was, head resting against the back of the chair, mouth open, completely relaxed.

'Alison,' I said. 'Can you hear me?'

'Yes,' Alison said, in that odd whisper.

'I have more instructions for you. Do you understand?'

'Yes.'

'I'm going to wake you up in a minute, but first there is something I'd like you to do. Stand up for me.'

Alison began to move. Opening her eyes, she looked at me; and with slow, deliberate movements, she got up onto her feet, staring at me, blank-eyed.

'Do you want more instructions?'

'Yes,' she replied.

'Answer this. What do you think about smoking?'

'I don't like it. It's a filthy habit.'

I picked up the cigarette pack and showed it to her. 'These are okay. You can smoke these. Do you understand?'

Alison frowned for a moment, but then nodded. 'Yes.'

'Remove your top.'

I watched Alison slowly peel off her top, feeling a rush of heat spreading from between my legs. Alison had a lacy bra on underneath.

'Put your top back on.'

Alison rebuttoned her blouse, and continued to stand facing me.

'How did that make you feel?'

'Hot.'

'How do I make you feel right now?'

'Hot.'

I realised that I was naked in front of her, and the blush threatened to spread down to my navel. 'When I wake you up, you'll feel perfectly normal. It will be perfectly normal to see me being naked in front of you. You will remember that I've been naked in front of you before for years. It's the most normal thing in the world.'

'Normal.'

'Also, you're happy to see me smoking in front of you. Watching me smoke makes you feel happy.'

'Happy.'

'Very very happy.'

'Very very happy,' whispered Alison.

'You want to join in, don't you?'

'Yes,' Alison replied. 'Want to smoke with you.'

'That's very good.' My heart was hammering. 'Now put on the MP3 and sit back. You can finish the whole file in peace. And when it's finished, put the MP3 back on the table and wake up. You won't remember anything about the gas, me wearing the gas mask or anything. Nothing at all.'

'I'll remember nothing.'

Alison popped the MP3 back on her ears and sat back down. I got up to go and make a cup of tea. I think I had another five, six minutes before the MP3 was through and Alison would return to consciousness. Just enough time for a cup of tea. I had time. I could call that guy back any time. Time for some fun with Alison first.

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Affected, Part 12 - Alison

Cassie:

That was weird.

I was so close to having a really good time, when the phone rang. I answered it - it was Alison - and all of a sudden I couldn't stop laughing. Something she said - no, everything she said - sounded so damn funny. I couldn't even start to hold it in.

I must have passed out for a minute, because there was the guy again, standing over me. He was dressed again. I realised I'd lost control while I still had a cigarette in my hand.

'Don't worry,' I heard him say. 'It's been put out.'

'That was a friend of mine.'

'I know.'

'Thing is, she doesn't live too far away from me. She's probably on her way up here right now to see if I'm all right.'

'I know. Listen, it's been a great night so far. But I'd best split if Alison's on her way up. Can we chat or something again tomorrow night or soon?'

'Oh, I don't know. I'm supposed to be leading this group assignment, and we've got a video studio booked for tomorrow night to record a video presentation.'

The guy brightened. 'No problem. That's quite all right. Thanks for a memorable date. And when Alison gets here, you know what to do, don't you?'

'Absolutely.'

'I've left everything you need in your bedroom. You don't need to go there until she has sat down.'

'Okay.'

I watched the guy go out the door. Then I went into the bathroom to put on my clothes. He'd put out my T shirt and jeans on the side of the bath. How thoughtful of him. I had barely had time to put them on when the doorbell rang.

'Cassie? It's Alison. Are you all right? Let me in.'

I opened the door and let Alison in. She's a brunette with long, straight hair.

'Are you okay? You were a bit out of it.'

'Yeah, I guess it was two hours of sleep and a shitty assignment deadline.'

'You sure?'

'Yeah, I'll be all right. Come on in.'

Alison went in ahead of me. In the living room, she looked around and sniffed the air. 'It doesn't smell like you've been smoking.' I looked at the coffee table. There was no sign of my cigarettes and lighter, and no ashtray. The guy must have removed them at some point when I'd passed out.

I don't think he took advantage of me while I was passed out. Weird.

'Anyway, as long as you're okay.' I look at Alison.

'Yeah. I'm fine.' Look, can I get you anything? Cup of tea?'

'No, I'll be all right. Mind if I sit down?'

'Sure.'

Alison sat down. 'Hang on,' I told her. 'I've got to take care of something in my room.'

'Okay.'

In the bedroom, the guy had laid out everything I would need. A full face gas mask, and a large black case. Inside the case was a bottle of gas with a thin, clear plastic hose and a timer. There was a note. I read it. 'USE THE TIMER. NO MORE THAN FOUR MINUTES FROM WHEN SHE PASSES OUT. THEN OPEN THE WINDOWS. PUT THE MP3 ON HER FIRST.' Beneath the note was an MP3 player.

It was time. I crossed into the corridor outside the living room. Alison had been talking to me. Something about the arrangements for the studio tomorrow night, arrangements which she was in charge of. I didn't catch a word of what she'd been saying. Too focused on this task.

Alison could not see me from the open doorway. Plonking the bottle down on the floor, I shoved the hose into the room. I turned on the little wheel, and gas began to pour into the room. I'd brought the gas mask in with me, and slipped it on while I listened to what she was saying.

'- and so I was thinking that five o'clock would be a good time to start, so I told the manager than we'd book the five pm slot. I've already contacted the lecturer and she's excused us from attending this evening's, yawn, this evening's lecture.'

I heard Alison cough, followed by another yawn. The gas was starting to work on her.

'Yawn, oh, excuse me, so I've sent emails to, yawwn, to the others, annd they'll ... they'll ... yawn ...'

Watching her from the doorway, I could see her nodding, her eyelids half closed as the gas swept into her lungs and bloodstream. '- an' I wuzz thinkinnat we could alwuzz go'n gezzafew drinkzzzafterwuzz ...'

I walked in to the room and stood in front of Alison, carrying the timer and the gas cylinder, pointing the end of the hose at her face so the gas could spray directly into it. Wearing the gas mask, and nothing else.

I could see the confusion in her eyes as she looked up at me. 'Whaddur you wurrin'? Whuzzat oonn ... yuurr ... fff ... fff ...'

She passed out. I popped the gas cylinder down and turned on the four minute countdown. As it ticked down, I popped on the MP3 player and turned it on. Then I sat and waited for the timer to ping.

You would not believe how hot this made me feel.

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