[Hypnotist and Mother] [Nine Chapters in Total]

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(I)
As I write this article, she is kneeling beside me, wearing the sexy 4-inch high heels that I asked her to wear, so that I can admire her fair and tender skin, which is as white as a newborn baby's. She gently and enjoyably licked my penis clean, and skillfully and carefully stroked it with her hands.

If I ordered her to give me oral sex again, she would do it without hesitation or doubt, and if I told her to sit quietly, she could sit there for hours until I gave her a new order. Whatever I wanted—I could ask her to have sex with me anytime, anywhere, and she would cooperate with me and satisfy me as much as possible.

Because I was her master, and she was my slave—that is, my teacher, Miss Emily.

Our relationship started two years ago when I met Emily. At that time, I was actually her student…

Let me introduce myself—my name is Tom, I am 18 years old, my mother is a practicing accountant, and I am the only child in a single-parent family, so I have been pampered and wealthy since I was a child!

I am 5 feet 8 inches tall and weigh 135 pounds. If I were to use a common idiom, I would say I am "skin and bones"! I also wear glasses with a prescription of nearly 500 degrees, have dark brown hair and brown eyes, and my complexion is somewhat pale. If a director wanted to cast someone as a vampire, I'd probably be the perfect choice without even needing to dress up.

Of course, I also have my specialty—computers. My first computer was bought for me by my mother when I was eight, and by the age of 16, I was already a highly skilled international computer hacker—the starting point of this story. Although I'm a hacker, I have a principle: I never destroy other people's files or create computer viruses, because doing so would easily attract attention or even get me arrested. My interest lies only in stealing secret information that others want to hide, such as the most confidential documents from the Pentagon, NSA, or CIA.

Once, I broke into the CIA and actually found their research records on experiments involving human mind control. I was amazed by the contents of the experimental records I read, so I immediately downloaded and backed them up to my personal hard drive. However, I didn't have a specific subject in mind when I downloaded them, so they just sat there until I met my teacher, Miss Emily.

I chose home economics as an elective at school. I didn't choose physical education because, for a computer whiz like me, PE would be like a bunch of idiots running around—completely boring. Plus, I'm usually quiet, so nobody wanted to be my friend. I chose home economics because I have a great interest in the nutrition and health aspects of various foods, and also because many of the students in home economics were beautiful.

On the first day of home economics class, I saw my teacher, Emily, and I was utterly stunned. At that moment, I couldn't see any other beautiful women around me, and I knew I had found my experimental target. She was 22, a recent school graduate, and taught us home economics and typing. She was a devout Christian. Oh! What a stunning beauty… I thought.

Honestly, Emily was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was 5 feet 5 inches tall, with long, beautiful, natural blonde hair, deep, captivating green eyes, and flawless, smooth, white skin. To me, she looked like an angel from Norse mythology. Today she was wearing a very simple suit, but it couldn't hide her magnificent 38D bust (of course, I didn't know her actual size at that moment), and her waist was only 24 inches, which made her hips and bust curves even more pronounced and devilish.

I absolutely adored this lovely woman!

Every time I was in class or had free time, I would fantasize about her. It was like imagining her naked, face-to-face with me, shamelessly seducing me, or wearing a sexy low-cut see-through bra and a sheer thong, lying on the desk like a dog in class, letting me play with her and demanding that I penetrate her hard. But these were just my fantasies; there was no way or opportunity to realize them. This continued until one day in September, when something happened that changed her entire life…

“Hi! Ladies, including the only boy in our class—Tom. Listen to me,”

she said, smiling at us, “today! Before class, we’ll do a different kind of exercise, one that my boyfriend—Don—taught me last week!”

“It’s a training to relax! Through this kind of training, you can feel refreshed and fully relax when you feel tense…” She then clapped her hands and said, “Okay, everyone find a comfortable place and lie down on the carpet… OK?”

After we were all settled, Miss Emily gently and slowly guided us with her heavenly voice: "...Okay...please listen carefully...relax...focus...to my voice...let every muscle and skin in your body...give it a full rest and relax...let go of any thoughts that make your body tense...forceful...and all you want to think about right now is to keep relaxing...um...more relaxed...more relaxed...you are already quite relaxed...and now I want you to..." "You can relax even more... Okay! Follow my voice... focus all your awareness on your toes... let them feel even more... even more relaxed..."

She continued in this voice and manner for a while, guiding us to relax all the way up to our knees. When she was sure most of us had entered a very comfortable and relaxed dream state, before we regained consciousness, we only remembered hearing her pleasant voice say, "...Okay, everyone, when you hear me say 3-2-1, wake up!"

After I woke up, I felt exactly as she had said before; my body and mind felt fully rested and relaxed. The other girls in the class felt the same way. At this moment, she said, "Impressive, right!" When we heard this, we all involuntarily wiggled our feet.

Seeing this, Miss Emily smiled smugly and asked, "Isn't it amazing? Don't you all feel refreshed, both physically and mentally?" She then added, "Oh! This is just a simple application of hypnotic techniques!"

Until the end of class, she continued to talk about her research findings on this newly learned applied hypnotic technique and her experiments on herself…etc. Of course, I didn't listen carefully to what she was saying; I was just admiring the alluring rise and fall of her breasts as she excitedly shared her experiences, thinking to myself, "...I didn't expect her to be so interested in hypnosis?" Suddenly, an evil thought slowly and quietly took shape in my mind.

"Oh! I know what I'm going to do next!" "

...I want to learn more about its applications…not just the little bit I've seen so far, I want to learn more about brain control and hypnosis…oh! Then…the roles of student and teacher…hahaha…will be switched…"

(II)
Upon returning home, I immediately turned on my computer and, from the CIA classified files I had previously saved, directly found research descriptions on chemical drugs such as stimulants and special drugs used in hypnosis that could alter a person's subconscious thoughts, including their formulation methods and effects.

"Ha! That's it!"

The thought of my teacher soon becoming my personal plaything made my little brother even more restless. In the following days, I tirelessly searched for the ingredient formulas for various hypnotic drugs. I discovered that some formulas were available at regular pharmacies, while others were prohibited drugs, making things more difficult.

So, I used my expertise to search online and found sellers at black market pharmacies, finally sourcing all the necessary ingredients. After preparing the drugs I needed, I further studied the research on subconscious states and hypnotic techniques in the files. And, to better utilize and master these techniques, I...hehe! I thought of my mother, to be my guinea pig.

Initially, I told her that the drugs I was going to inject her were new products that would make her feel comfortable and relaxed, and improve her sleep. Because she was always a very busy person, with many meetings and clients who needed her to do their accounting, she often suffered from insomnia.

When I told her I wanted her to try it, she was a little skeptical, but because she loved me, her only child, very much and she genuinely needed to alleviate her stress, she started using the medication. The results were surprisingly good, something I hadn't even anticipated.

Combined with hypnosis—it didn't take long for my mother to completely obey and happily accept every suggestion I gave her. For example, I made her believe she was both my mother and a little girl who only listened to me—a distorted logic. Or, when I said the suggestive phrase "there will be a storm today," her body would become very sensitive and excited. In short, although the various experiments I conducted on her were unfortunate for her, each experiment gave me more experience and knowledge. I knew in my heart that the day I truly wanted to experiment on was approaching…

By the time I was ready, two months had already passed. It was after class in November when I walked into Ms. Emily's office. She was reviewing and grading student assignments.

"Hi, Ms. Emily," I greeted her as I entered.

"Oh! It's Tom! What can I do for you?" she asked, looking at me with her charming smile.

"Well... nothing really! Do you remember two months ago when you demonstrated to our whole class how to relax through hypnosis?" Hearing this, her eyes lit up, and she nodded with great interest.

I continued, "I've recently become quite interested in this area and have spent some time doing some research. I've found some books on it: such as meditation, and many other interesting research materials..." "

Really?" Ms. Emily asked happily, and I nodded to her. Then she said to me, "Tom! I'm so glad you're working so hard! Did you come here today to tell me that this method really helps you relieve your tension and is very helpful?"

Before I could answer, she continued, "You know what? I now set aside a fixed time every day to listen to these relaxing hypnosis CDs. It really makes me more determined in my mind and will, and I feel more happy every day because of it..." "

Huh! I didn't know the teacher used hypnosis CDs every day!" I thought to myself.

Hearing this, my excitement grew even stronger... I took a deep breath to try and keep my composure and pleaded with my teacher, "Um... teacher, I'm actually hoping to find you to be the subject of my research these past few days. But, as you know—I don't have many friends, and my mom wouldn't be interested in this, much less cooperate with my experiments..."

She suddenly looked at me with a wary, somewhat suspicious gaze and said, "Tom! Um! I don't know if I should be your subject..."

Just as I expected her reaction, I immediately adopted a childlike, pleading tone, saying, "Teacher... hey... don't be like that! Just cooperate for 10 minutes, okay..." My eyes welled up with tears, as if I were about to cry.

Seeing my innocent, childlike demeanor, my kind-hearted, beautiful, noble, and generous teacher—Emily—was finally about to fall into my carefully laid trap...

"Well... alright... 10 minutes it is!" Miss Emily agreed.

"That's great! Thank you, teacher!" I exclaimed happily. At the same time, I naturally walked to the door, slowly closed and locked it, and then said to her, "Close the door so that we won't be accidentally disturbed during the hypnosis session..."

Although my heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of my mouth, I also had a strange feeling that I had become an observer, able to see what I was like—an unusually calm and confident attitude. When I turned around after closing the door, I suddenly saw that Teacher Emily's lips seemed to twitch slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't.

"She probably wanted to tell me not to close the door... but she didn't expect to see me so natural..."

I thought to myself.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel smug about my performance. Just as I was feeling proud of myself, I suddenly saw that Ms. Emily was looking at me. I quickly composed myself and put on an innocent smile, asking her, "What is your name, beautiful lady?"

Hearing my playful question, Ms. Emily's unease immediately vanished. I noticed carefully that her arms, which were originally crossed in front of her chest, were now casually placed near her legs... She looked at me and replied with an angelic smile, "Oh! My name is—Emily."

(III)

As she answered my name, I suddenly jumped onto her office desk. She was startled by my sudden action. Then, I quickly nailed a green thumbtack that I had prepared beforehand to the ceiling. Before she could recover, I said to her, "Very good! Emily, in a moment I want you to concentrate very much... carefully... look at this..."

My purpose was to completely attract her attention with my actions and words, so I didn't explain to her in detail what the object I wanted her to look at actually was. As for my series of actions, a hint of incomprehension, confusion, and bewilderment gradually appeared in her eyes when she looked at me. At this moment, Emily felt she no longer had enough time to concentrate as usual. She simply lifted her head to look at the object I was pointing to, following my familiar, deep, monotonous, and calm voice.

"Emily…can you see that?" I asked in a deep voice.

"Yes! I see it!" the teacher replied calmly.

"Good…I want you to look carefully…quietly…and wholeheartedly at that point…and then…gently…naturally…following my voice…

you can slowly place your hands on your knees…

I want you to focus all your attention on my voice…"

Follow my voice and feel the comfort of hearing it… Yes…

I calmed myself and noticed that although her eyes were still trying to focus on the target I had indicated, they had begun to tremble irregularly.

I continued, “Although you feel your eyelids are sore… very tired… very tired… and want to close them… but… the more you try to close them, the less you can do it… the more you try to close them, the less you can do it…

Okay… I want you to try… and then nod or shake your head to tell me… can you do it?”

After hearing my suggestion, she tried hard to close her eyelids, but they trembled even more violently, and it seemed that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t do it. After a while, she shook her head—giving up.

"Okay... I want you to focus even more intently on... that point... and you want to see that point very clearly... so now... your neck... is slowly becoming stiff... that's right... you can no longer turn your neck... you want to see that point very clearly in your mind... the clearer you see that point...

your breathing will become deeper and deeper..." I continued to deepen the induction.

I repeated this induction method several times over ten minutes, finally successfully bringing the teacher into a deeper hypnotic state. Then I took her hands, which were resting on her knees, and moved them to her sides, letting them hang down. I saw her arms swinging up and down unconsciously, stiffly beside her. The teacher's mouth was slightly open, and her breathing had become very deep and slow. Because her head was tilted upwards, looking at the target point I had indicated, she was deeply slumped in the chair she was sitting in.

I could see that her eyes were still wide open, staring intently at the point I had pointed to. Because I stared at her for so long, I could see her tears streaming down her cheeks. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel inexplicably excited.

"Emily, now gaze intently at that green dot. Imagine there's a door there. Open that door, and behind it is a staircase with 12 steps. I want you to count in your mind as you go down each step, and after counting to 12, at the end of the staircase, you'll see another door..."

After saying this, I paused briefly, counting to 12 in my mind as well, and then continued, "Now, I want you to open the door you see, and behind that door is another staircase with 12 steps down.

Emily, listen carefully. I want you to clench your left fist every time you open the door, and with each step you go down, you'll feel yourself becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable, and you'll increasingly only be able to hear my voice. And when you hear me say, 'Close your eyes, lower your head, and rest,' you'll be completely relaxed and truly at peace." "Okay... Emily, listen to my voice, slowly walk down..."

I stopped speaking and quietly watched the movements of her left hand. When she clenched her fist for the tenth time, I said, "Close your eyes and lower your head to rest."

Emily immediately closed her eyes upon hearing my command, and her head suddenly drooped limply to her chest. I noticed her breathing; it was very even and deep, and I knew she was in a deeper state of hypnosis.

"Emily, you can hear my voice, right?"

She answered in a monotonous voice, "Yes.

" "Great!" I exclaimed excitedly in my heart. "Emily, I..."

Knock...knock...! Suddenly, there was a series of knocks on the door, which sounded like a female student.

"Teacher Emily?" When I heard this voice, my whole body felt like it was frozen, and my heart almost stopped beating with fear and tension.

"Oh my god! What should I do?" I cried out inwardly. I steadied myself, gritted my teeth, and glanced at Emily beside me. She seemed undisturbed by any external noise, still fast asleep. The knocking at the door started again, this time more urgent.

"Ms. Emily? Strange…is she not here?"

The person outside knocked, looked around, and muttered to themselves, then walked away.

"Phew…that was close!" I patted my chest, letting out a sigh of relief.

I immediately turned off the office lights; the lack of lights had made it seem like someone was in the office.

Returning to Emily, I said, "Emily, open your eyes and look at me."

She looked up at me. Her eyes seemed empty and vacant. This only fueled my excitement.

"Emily, are you a virgin?"

"Yes.

" "Do you sometimes have thoughts about sex?"

"Yes.

" "How often?" "

Often."

Her answer surprised me. "I want you to tell me honestly what you're thinking..." I continued.

"Sometimes when I see a handsome guy, I imagine having sex with him, letting his penis enter my body, so that our bodies and minds can truly become one. Actually, I really long for a happy marriage, so I can legitimately enjoy sex, but my current boyfriend—Don—is still studying, so if we're going to get married, we'll have to wait until he graduates!"

"Stupid woman!" I cursed inwardly.

At the same time, I took out a syringe from my pocket. I loaded the syringe with the medication I had prepared beforehand, then lifted Emily's left sleeve and slowly injected the medication into her body. The moment the drug was injected, she seemed to freeze instantly. Her eyelids twitched involuntarily, and I could see her eyeballs rapidly rotating, even occasionally rolling back the whites of her eyes. Her breathing became almost inaudible, as if she were holding her breath.

The drug I injected her was a powerful hypnotic developed by the CIA in the 1960s. Besides giving the recipient a strong sense of euphoria, it also impairs judgment, making them more obedient. When used in conjunction with hypnosis in experimental subjects, the effect is multiplied several times over.

I stood aside, observing Emily's reaction to the pleasure the drugs were producing in her body. Once the intense reaction subsided slightly, I spoke in a calm, deep voice into her ear: "Emily, from now on, whether you're awake or asleep, your mind will be filled with thoughts about sex. You'll want to dress more provocatively to draw attention to your body. When others look at you, you'll feel good, especially when men stare at you.

You'll have thoughts of seducing them, hoping they'll go crazy for you. But there's one exception—Don. You'll suddenly find Don a very boring and tedious person, and you'll find him very annoying. So you'll no longer care about Don, and you'll no longer be interested in him, understand?"

Emily seemed to resist, blinked with difficulty, and finally said, "Understood."

"Hmm! Very good. Emily, I want you to truly believe in your heart: 'I am your favorite student. You genuinely like me from the bottom of your heart. You will think I am a very special young man. You will start to want to know more about me. You will feel deeply attracted to me, and you will start to go crazy for me. You will trust my thoughts and advice.' Emily, do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand."

Perhaps everyone is wondering—why was I able to suppress my physical sexual urges and not immediately have sex with her?

This is because what I want in my heart is not a one-time sexual relationship with my teacher, but a permanent Emily that belongs only to me.

"Very good… Emily. You are such a good girl. Listen to me—I want you to immediately enter a deeper hypnosis than you are now whenever you hear me say 'Little Emily,' feeling like you are back in this office right now. You will feel very at ease, and you will not hear any other sound except my voice, understand?"

If you understand, repeat after me: "Little Emily."

"...Little...Little...Am...Millet..."

"Very good! Now I'm going to wake you from hypnosis. I'll count from 1 to 12. With each number I count up, you'll become more and more awake, and when I count to 12, you'll be fully awake. After waking up, you'll feel refreshed and in a very good mood—an indescribable, wonderful feeling..."

As I counted to 12, I quietly observed the changes in her body. She blinked her eyelids several times, took another deep breath, and then opened her eyes to look at me. However, a hint of fear was visible in her eyes. After a while, she came to her senses and said to me, "Tom! I didn't expect your hypnosis to be so powerful. It really surprised me!"

Then, she subconsciously made a cross gesture in front of her chest, clasped her hands together in a prayer of thanks to God, and then said, "You're really amazing!" As she said this, she immediately gave me a warm hug.

This hug was something I couldn't recall her ever doing to me before today.

"How long have you been practicing hypnosis?"

"Oh! Well? About two or three months. It's been since that hypnosis class. I happened to pass by a flea market and saw some books on hypnosis. I found them very interesting, so I decided to learn and try it out myself." "

I believe you must have your own secrets to learning, which is why your hypnosis skills are so high!"

As she spoke, she hugged me tightly again. This time, Emily's alluring breasts were pressed tightly against my chest, causing my little brother to become erect due to the sensual stimulation. Honestly, I don't think she would have ever done this to me before.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize she shouldn't have done this, and somewhat flustered and confused, she loosened her grip on me. Composing herself and regaining her composure, she said to me, "Tom... what I wanted to say was—you did a great job!"

"No, no! I'm the one who should thank Ms. Emily!"

"Hey... don't keep calling me 'Ms.' 'Ms.' Just call me Emily! I'm only six years older than you.

You only need to call me 'Ms.' when the other students are around, okay?"

"Okay! Alright—Emily. Oh! By the way, I have to go home now. See you in class tomorrow!"

I said to her with a smile.

"Okay, Tom! See you tomorrow."

"Okay! See you tomorrow."

After saying goodbye, I went straight home.

(IV)

In the following days, I noticed a very obvious change in Emily's clothing. Besides becoming more sexy and charming, she also became more feminine, a change full of sexual allure. For example, her skirts started getting shorter and shorter, almost reaching the top of her thighs. In addition to being short, the tightness and clinginess completely showcased the devilish curves of her hips. Her full breasts, deliberately unbuttoned from her shirt, bounced naturally with each step she took. She began spending more time on makeup and became constantly mindful of her hair style.

However, this change sometimes clashed with her originally conservative personality. For example, she would suddenly walk with her hands clasped tightly to her chest and her legs pressed together, as if afraid someone would see her like this. It was like someone walking naked in the street, terrified someone would suddenly appear and see their nakedness. So for several days after class, I conducted intensive hypnosis on her to help her overcome the psychological barriers caused by her changed clothing that conflicted with her original personality. A week later

, I noticed she started flirting with male colleagues in the hallway outside the classroom. She began to walk with a sexy sway of her waist, enjoying the feeling of teasing and manipulating men. She even flirted with the nearly 60-year-old principal. Those around her might have noticed some recent changes in her behavior, but only I saw all of them—those subtle changes that most people would notice, or those subtle changes that only I could see.
Every day when she saw me, she would naturally give me a cute, shy smile, and every time in class, she would unconsciously make eye contact with me, sometimes even staring at each other until the end of class, seemingly oblivious to everyone else. In home economics class, she would often pass by my desk, and she would casually touch my hand before quickly withdrawing it. And when I finished making the dishes I taught, and she came to taste them, she would deliberately bend over in front of me, revealing her sexy cleavage, as if hoping I could fully admire her alluring breasts.

One day in class, when we were teaching how to make a good soup, Emily came over to check on my soup, and my right arm accidentally touched her left breast. At that moment, I clearly heard her let out a soft moan, and her breathing seemed to quicken.

Seeing this, I had a mischievous thought. While I was putting breadcrumbs in the pan, I slowly lowered my right hand and gently pinched her buttocks, then stroked them with my entire palm. She was so shocked she almost stopped breathing, staring at me with a bewildered and fluctuating expression.

Before leaving, she whispered in my ear, "Tom, I want to see you alone after class, is that alright?"

"Of course, Ms. Emily."

I waited until the bell rang and everyone else had left the classroom before slowly approaching Emily.

Emily watched me approach, then said shyly, her expression somewhat embarrassed, "Tom, I have to tell you something shameful. I actually wanted to... you know..."

Her voice trembled slightly.

"Very good, little Emily."

Upon hearing the key words, her eyes immediately became vacant and empty.

“Emily, you’ll think we really should discuss your desire for me. So, tonight, I’ll come to your house to discuss it. I want you to dress up and look your sexiest tonight and wait for me at home, understand?”

“Yes… my sexiest…”

“Okay, I’ll count to three, and you’ll wake up comfortably.”

After several hypnosis training sessions with her, she had become very adept at following my commands to enter or exit a hypnotic state at any time.

“1, 2, 3.”

She blinked, rolled her eyes, and then smiled at me as if nothing had happened, saying, “Well… Tom, see you tonight!”

I arrived at Emily’s suburban apartment around seven o’clock. I rang the doorbell and heard her voice from inside.

“Coming!” She opened the door shortly after.

Tonight, she was wearing the bikini shorts she wore when running on the treadmill indoors, and a gray rhythm t-shirt with the words “Jesus with me” written on it. Her full breasts strained the t-shirt, revealing her beautifully slender waist from her chest to her hips. Her hair was styled in large, wavy curls and pinned up at the back of her head. My God! She looked absolutely beautiful—an indescribable beauty.
「……还有哦，我开始喜欢买一些以前绝对不会，也不敢去买的一些特别暴露的衣服……」

她低着头，好像在是看着她胸前露出的双峰和她的脚趾头，声音却是愈来愈小声像是喃喃般自言自语。

「就像这样子……汤姆，你是我的学生……是怎麽看我这个做老师的呢？」

我像是沉思一阵子，然后才对她说道：「老师最近应该是对性的方面有慾求不满的情形吧。妳跟妳的男朋友唐恩有讨论过这个问题吗？他怎麽说？而我认为老师最近会有这样的困扰，原因应该在于他吧！像老师这麽性感有魅力的女性，如果对他稍加引诱，我想即使他一开始不愿意而终究也是抗拒不了老师的诱惑的呢！」

她听我说的话后，心情像是有些黯然的眼睛往下盯着地板小声的说道：「唐恩和我，我们上星期分手了。」

我虽然心里这时高兴的叫道：「太好了！」但是仍然装得很体贴关心她，问道：「是发生了什麽事吗？」

她皱着眉，心情变得很沉重的说：「我不知道为什麽我会跟他分手，说真的，我很爱他，至少原本我是这麽认为的。但是突然间我感觉他很乏味！他跟我说话时的话题都只围绕在不是教会就是他学校里所发生的事，再不然就是如何去帮助一些社会上失学或是无助的小孩子。还说这些都是当地的教会里的神父分配给他的工作。哦！天啊！我最近整天脑子里想的都是……男女之间的性交……对他所说的话题，我真的一点兴趣也没有……。」说到这里，她脸突然间变得非常红。

「啊！我都说了些什麽跟什麽啊……」她用双手按住酡红的双颊，吃惊的叫道。

「没有关係的呵！小小爱蜜丽。」

她立即就进入了深沉的催眠状态中。我又拿出了针筒在她的手臂替她注射催眠药物。从现在起我将进一步去改造她让她的身心都只会属于我，而我要完全重塑她整个人成为我所喜欢的那种具有奴隶般思想和行为的女人。

「爱蜜丽，对于妳想跟妳的学生发生性关係的这件事，妳是不需要感到害羞的。事实上，妳心里会很期待甚至是饥渴的想要跟我发生性行为。我要妳从现在起只要一看到我妳的身心就会有很强烈的慾望，妳会将妳所有的思绪都会放在我身上。妳每天晚上睡觉时，会做着跟我发生性爱的梦，妳身体渴望让我侵犯，而妳只想服侍我一个人，服侍我如果让我高兴时也会让妳的心情变得非常舒服、非常愉快。妳觉得服从我的命令让妳感到幸福和满足。妳会将我的想法当成是妳自己的想法。所以妳的心灵和身体体全部都将只属于我。」

我说的这些话的时候，她的身体也明显地开始变得兴奋了起来。虽然她的双眼仍然是紧闭着的，但是她的左手很自然的往上移，在她的左胸脯上自己抚摸了起来。

「爱蜜丽，等一下我会数到３，妳就会完全醒来了。１、２、３。」

当我数到３后，虽然没多久她就张开了眼睛而且意识也恢复清醒了，但是，因为这次停留在催眠状态的时间没有很久，所以她现在仍然受着她体内残存药物的影响。即使是我已经消除了她的催眠状态，但是她的行为仍然像是被我催眠时候一样，很容易去接受我的命令和暗示。她的眼睛很温柔而且兴奋的看着我，从她眼神中看得出来她的身心已经完全臣服于我了。

「接下来，我们要谈些什麽好呢？」她露出了一种我从来没有看过如孩子般天真烂漫和充满了性欲的淫靡表情的笑容对我问道。

「要不说说现在什麽人对妳才最重要，还有妳现在脑中想些什麽？」我不怀好意的问着。

我这麽问她，又让她再度地红起了脸。

「汤姆，我漂亮吗？」

「妳是我见过最美丽的女人了。」

听到我这样子称讚她时，她眼光闪过一丝异样惊喜的光芒，感动和骄傲的表情写在此时她的脸上。

「那，我性感吗？我有魅力吗？」

「爱蜜丽，你是我至今遇过的女人中，最性感和有魅力的女人！」

我的话就像是一把开启了她心灵之门钥匙，让她脸上充满了小女人般幸福愉悦的笑容。她将身体轻靠了过来，然后用她的双手握在她诱人的双峰上，而双脚则直接跨坐在我身体的上面。慢慢地将她双手所握住同时用她的手指隔着ｔ恤轻轻揉动着的双峰推到了我的眼前。

「我想让汤姆一个人欣赏我的胸部。」像是说着自己心中的秘密一样地在我耳边低语着。

「是３８吋ｄ罩杯哦！」

「它们真是漂亮！但是在我面前妳不可以用「胸部」去称呼，要说「巨乳」

哦！」

她吃吃的笑着说道：「嗯～～好呵～～「巨乳」。」

「如果妳脱掉妳的ｔ恤的话，我想会更好看也更可爱呢！」我暗示着说道。

她表情似乎犹豫了一下，看了看我，然后很快的用双手就直接脱去了身上的ｔ恤。只见她的乳房就像是两颗丰满成熟的水果上下跳动着。而脱了上衣后，她用一种非常期盼的眼神朝我这望来。

「真是太漂亮了！」我的一只手立刻伸出去将她拉近到我的面前，并且我用鼻头轻触了她的乳头，同时又深深地吸了一口气闻着她乳房的所散发出的幽香。

接着我伸出我的双手轻轻柔柔的抚摸了整个乳房，用手指头挑逗式的捏着她的乳头和并且在乳头週围轻轻画着圈。爱蜜丽此时整个身体已斜躺在沙发上而嘴边发出了阵阵的呻吟的声音。我持续不断地爱抚着她的两个乳房，这让她发出了更大的呻吟声。

她的乳房真的是又圆又美，再加上粉红色的乳头，那真是另人赏心悦目。此时我忍不住用嘴开始亲吻和吸吮她的乳头。她变得神情有些恍惚，喃喃的在她嘴边一直含溷不清的叫着：「嗯……好棒……汤姆……」

我把手尝试地伸进了她的短裤里，发现里面已经完全湿透了，淫水从蜜穴内不断的分泌流出到四週。我沿着蜜穴的週围，用手指头去摩擦它。她的呼吸变得不规则和急促了起来，而喘息声也变得愈来愈大。

「哎……呀……啊……汤姆……啊……啊……那样……哎呀……好舒服……

不要停……那里……那样……啊……啊……呀……」

我可以感觉到她的意识因为极度的高潮而几乎要休克了，她的手脚变得僵直不听使唤，仔细的话，可以看到她的手指头正紧紧的握住了沙发的边缘不放，而且嘴里同时也大声叫了出来。

Seeing this, I stopped caressing Emily. After a while, Emily regained her senses slightly, but still stared at me blankly. At this moment, I noticed that her shorts and my fingers were completely soaked with her vaginal fluid. She looked at me for a while, and when she realized that I didn't seem to want to do anything further, she immediately looked at me with a very tender and loving gaze and said, "Tom, come and possess me! I want to make love to you."

Hearing this, I immediately stood up, smiled at her, and didn't make love to her or give any reason. I just said goodbye and left Emily's house.

(V)

The next day, Tuesday, in home economics class. Emily seemed to be in a cold war with me because of what happened last night. She was giving a lecture in class on the topic of "the dangers of dieting to health," and I could see that she was trying to avoid eye contact with me, but unfortunately, her efforts were unsuccessful.

She often couldn't help but steal glances at me, and afterward, her face would turn red or she would stammer. To me, this was incredibly cute.

After class, I slowly approached her desk and stood in front of her. I sensed she became excited, and a little nervous.

"Tom, watch out! The pot on this table is hot."

"I have a gift for you, teacher!" "

Really? What kind of gift?"

"It's not anything expensive. I recorded some programs like 'The Life of Jesus' and 'In-Depth Bible Exploration' that I saw on TV last time, because I knew you'd like to watch them."

Then I gave her the two DVDs I'd brought. On the surface, these two DVDs looked like ordinary DVDs, but they had actually been specially made and carefully processed by me. I had added subconsciously manipulated images and content that wouldn't be visible during normal playback. The contents of the two DVDs were as follows: The first DVD contained: I deeply love Tom.

Tom is really sexy.

Tom is very good to me.

Tom is in great shape.

Tom is my everything.

I want to serve Tom.

I want to have sex with Tom.

Tom is my master.

The second DVD contains: I only get aroused by Tom.

I want Tom's penis inside me.

I love eating Tom's semen.

I want to keep Tom interested in me all the time.

I am Tom's personal toy.

I love having sex with Tom.

I want to be Tom's slave. Tom is my master.

"Oh, Tom. I'm so happy!" she said, her voice high-pitched, seemingly genuinely pleased.

"Little Emily." Hearing me say that, her eyes immediately went vacant, and she answered monotonously, "Yes..."

Just then, two more students entered the classroom. I lowered my voice and spoke quickly to Emily, "When you get home, whenever you have time, you'll want to watch these two DVDs repeatedly, understand?" "I understand

..."

"Wait a minute, you'll fully wake up when I count to three. 1, 2, 3."

She woke up with a bright smile and said to me, "Tom, I really like it, thank you!"

"Well... teacher, I'll go to class now, see you later!" After saying that, I went to my English class.

That night, Emily called.

"Tom, I really want to see you, is that okay?" Her voice came from the other end of the phone.

"What's up? Because I'm currently rushing to do a science experiment..." The experiment was indeed real. But she didn't know that she herself was the subject of my experiment.

"Please, okay? Just for a little while, I won't take up too much of your time..." she said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Okay! I'll come to your house tomorrow night."

The next night, after arriving at her house, I immediately began more hypnotic control training with her. Before leaving, I gave her two more DVDs, telling her they were DVDs she could use to relax at any time. These two DVDs appeared to be simply music videos filled with various sounds of nature, but the actual content, like the previous two DVDs, was specially made by me. The subconscious brainwashing footage was completely invisible at first glance. I used the same hypnotic suggestion to recommend that she watch these DVDs every day.

Every night I would go to her house, making slight improvements and adjustments to the hypnotic control training methods. Although she seemed incredibly tempting to have sex with, I didn't.

My real goal was to train her to become a woman who wouldn't think for herself and would only obey my commands.

Friday's home economics class was about baking cookies. Emily spent the entire class hovering around my desk, acting like my personal tutor, showing me how to make this and that. This caused the other girls in the class to whisper among themselves, but she seemed completely oblivious, continuing to teach me with her eyes fixed on me. Although her behavior drew attention, no one seemed to realize that I had become the teacher's favorite, and from the way she looked at me, it was as if I were the only person in the world.

While I was kneading the dough for the cookies, the girls next to me, having no one to ask, started discussing how to make them. At that moment, Emily hid behind me, secretly raising her flawless right leg—wearing sheer stockings and sexy high heels under her miniskirt—and gently rubbing it between my thighs. Her behavior was no longer that of a teacher; it was more like that of a high-class prostitute.

"Tom, can I see you tonight?" she asked in a very soft voice.

"Hmm! Okay... come to my house at eight o'clock."

"Thank you, Tom... Master." That was the first time she called me "Master.

" "Don't call me 'Master' when there are other people around, understand? My sweetheart..."

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