Chapter 44: Barriers

Mindy drifted in an erotic, pleasure filled trance. After the stress of her past few days, it felt wonderful to just relax and bask in the pleasurable sensations of hypnosis. The deep arousal that enveloped her added to her joy and, for a time whose length she couldn't determine, all of her cares seemed to dissolve.

She heard sounds around her – a door opening and closing, voices. But none of it mattered. She let it all slide by as she let herself feel pleasure, let herself feel sexual arousal. She was aware of sensations on her body – of movement, but it all ended with her continuing to feel relaxation ... and pleasure.

"Wake up now, Mindy." Reluctantly, Mindy's eyes blinked open. She found herself sitting on her couch, completely limp and relaxed. Her head was down on her chest, and her arms were lying, splayed out on the cushions. As a result of her deep state of relaxation her knees were inadvertently spread in a lewd manner.

She was also quite surprised to notice that she was dressed, wearing the same pair of jeans and tight t-shirt that she had been wearing when Mistress Catherine arrived. Finding this slightly strange – and vaguely disappointing, as she had assumed that she would be engaging in some sexual games and finding release for the erotic energy welling up inside of her – she slowly lifted her head, where she found something even more strange.

Sandy was kneeling on the floor across the room from her, completely naked, and staring straight at her!

Mindy immediately felt all of her relaxation evaporate, and she sat bolt upright in panic, completely at a loss for words.

Fortunately, Mistress Catherine, who stood by the side of the couch, supplied the words that eluded Mindy.

"Don't worry, my dear, she's quite deeply hypnotized."

Mindy breathed a huge sigh of relief, although a small twinge of disappointment shot through her as well. As she looked again at her friend, though, all of these feelings took a back seat to the lust that started to creep over her.

Just as she had in the restaurant, Sandy looked so deeply entranced; so completely zoned out; so utterly helpless, that Mindy's sex immediately responded. If possible, Sandy looked even more deeply hypnotized this time, Mindy thought. And, to add to all of that, she was completely naked and kneeling in a submissive posture – her breasts thrust proudly before her, her legs wide open, revealing her wet sex.

"You seem to like what you see." Mistress Catherine's voice betrayed her amusement as Mindy's desire for Sandy was written clearly across her face, and over her flushed body.

"I'm going to give my little slave here some instructions, and I want you to hear them, Mindy, so listen very carefully. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress." Mindy replied, though the words were barely audible as her desire forced her to almost choke them out.

"Sandy, my slave," Mistress walked to Sandy and began stroking her hair. The slave's eyes narrowed to slits as Mistress's touch soothed her deeper into trance, but remained open enough for Mindy to see how vacant and glassy they were. "First, I want you to know that I have thoroughly enjoyed dominating you this weekend. You've been a very good slave, and performed very well for someone so new."

Mindy could see, even in her deep trance, Sandy's mouth flicker slightly into a smile at these comments.

"But Sandy, I am going to leave you now, although I will see you again very soon. But I still have some commands that I want you to obey. Can you do that for me, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress." Hearing Sandy's voice caused Mindy's sex to pulse with sexual need – Sandy's voice was so empty, so compliant, so obedient.

"Good girl. Now, I gave you a few commands earlier that will remain in effect no matter what happens the rest of the day. Do you remember those commands?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Except for those commands, I am giving control of you to someone else. Do you see a woman sitting on the couch in front of you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"For the rest of the day, she has the power to command you while you are hypnotized. You will obey her as you would obey me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"She can also give you post-hypnotic suggestions, and she can bring you out of trance. If this happens, you will obey those commands for the rest of the day as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"If she chooses to bring you out of trance, she can bring you back to this very deep state by simply touching your forehead. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. I will see you soon, my slave."

With that, Mistress Catherine turned away and began walking toward the door.

"Wait!" Mindy had so many questions racing through her mind that she didn't even know where to begin.

"Enjoy, Mindy."

"But what am I supposed to do?"

"That's up to you. Be aware, though, that at midnight tonight, she will come out of hypnosis, and be free of any commands that you've given her."

"But, what ... I mean..."

"Use your imagination. But know this – this isn't something I do lightly, and I'm not likely to do it again, at least not under these circumstances. Don't squander this time."

"But, what..."

"I will say no more. The rest is for you to decide. It's about noon now. You have twelve hours to figure out what to do with her."

"But, does she remember? I mean, if I bring her out ... does she..."

"This is all up to you. She is, of course, still aware of what happened last weekend, although if you choose to block that memory – or alter it – you can. The memories will return at midnight, though."

"And, what about Wednesday? Does she know what happened?"

"Those memories have remained locked away in her subconscious. You can unlock them if you wish, but right now she only remembers the night as a deeply erotic and submissive blur. But enough with the explanation. If you want to know more, you'll have to discover it for yourself. Eve has prepared a bag of clothes for Sandy, should you need them. They're next to the door. Have fun!"

With that, Mistress Catherine strode towards the door. Mindy still had so many questions that she wanted to ask, but she could tell by Mistress Catherine's expression that she would provide no more answers. As she stepped out of the apartment, Mistress Catherine turned towards Mindy again.

"One last thing. You must remove all barriers before you can unlock the final barrier."

Mindy stared at Mistress in confusion.

"I suspect you'll know what that means soon enough."

As the door closed shut, Mindy continued to stare, wondering what on earth that last comment could have meant. Then, she turned to look at Sandy, and began pondering her next move.

She had been so startled by the situation that her intense arousal had somehow drifted to the back of her mind but now, alone with her naked friend, who was hers to command, it all came racing back. On weak knees, she got up from the couch and squatted down next to Sandy.

For several minutes she simply stared at her friend. Mindy felt the heat within her continue to rise as she looked at her friend's beautiful naked body – the body that she had longed for so many times. And now, here it was, completely open and available to her.

But what should she do? First, she decided, she should try out what it felt like to control her.

"Sandy, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

"Stand up, Sandy." Sandy immediately stood.

Mindy couldn't believe it! Her arousal was growing so intense that she couldn't stop herself any more. She pulled her hypnotized friend toward her and barely managed to whisper the command, "kiss me," before she plunged her tongue into Sandy's waiting lips. The two engaged in a deep, passionate kiss that lasted for quite some time – Mindy desperately exploring Sandy's yielding, submissive mouth.

Eventually, Mindy pulled back. Sandy still wore the same blank expression as she stared at Mindy, awaiting her next command.

The kiss had stoked the fires raging in Mindy's body, and part of her wanted to throw Sandy to the floor and command her to have wild, passionate sex with her. The burning erotic flames racing through her veins, causing her nipples to throb painfully with each heartbeat almost overcame her. But somehow, a sliver of rational thought penetrated her mind.

Afraid that she might lose her willpower if she continued to look at her friend, Mindy turned away. She needed to think about this. She had been so sexually frustrated the past few days, and here was an opportunity to deal with that. She was sure that twelve hours of sex with Sandy would leave her satisfied for quite some time. And the possibility was so appealing, that at no time did Mindy rule it out as a possibility.

And why should she? Mistress Catherine had made her realize just how much she repressed her sexual desires – how afraid of them she seemed to be. Was that why she had given Sandy to Mindy for the day? Did she want Mindy to just have endless sex with Sandy for twelve hours – to give in to her lust?

But there were other possibilities, as well, and Mindy didn't want to blow them off without thinking things through a bit. Mistress Catherine had told her that she could control Sandy's memories – that she could temporarily erase certain things.

As she looked at her friend, the woman she had grown so close to over the past couple of years, she suddenly realized that, beyond all of the sexual need that she was feeling, and all the frustration that had plagued her these past several days, what she missed most was being with her friend, talking to her, enjoying her company. In the past week, she had wished countless times that things could just go back to the way they used to be. Now, here was a chance to have that, at least for the day.

As she turned all of this over in her mind, Mindy made a decision. After all, she had twelve hours, and could place Sandy back into trance whenever she wanted. For now, she would push down her physical desires – there was plenty of time to explore those, and Sandy's body, later. Turning back to her friend, she began to give her commands.

"Sandy, do you remember what happened on your birthday?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember you and I being naked together?"

"Yes."

"Good. I want you to continue to remember that, but I don't want you to remember that it was me who was there. As far as you can remember, it was just another one of Mistress Catherine's slaves. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Also, when I bring you out of trance, you won't question how you got here. It'll be just like any of the other Sundays that you've spent over at my apartment. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Mindy glanced towards the door at the bag of clothes that Mistress Catherine had provided. But then she turned away from them – after all, she had to have a little bit of erotic fun, didn't she? And Mistress had said something about removing barriers before she left, so why add the barrier of clothing? For a moment she considered taking off her own clothes, but decided that that might just lead her to too much temptation.

"Sandy, when you wake up, you won't realize that you're naked. You will think that you are wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt much like mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, wake up!" Mindy had never really been very good at snapping her fingers, but she did her best. The sound was a bit weak, but it seemed to work, as Sandy's eyes fluttered a couple of times, and then all of the vibrant, radiant energy that made Sandy so wonderful to be around quickly flooded her face and body. Sandy looked around in confusion for only a moment before her face broke out into a wide, excited smile.

"Mindy, it's been so long! I feel like soooo much has happened since I've seen you last!"

The image of Sandy lost in hypnotic submission so closely juxtaposed with her bright, sparkling disposition now was almost too much for Mindy – she was tempted to put Sandy back into trance right now and simply have her way with her. Instead, she yielded as Sandy took her in a warm, enthusiastic embrace.

"How have you been, Mindy?"

"I've been ... okay. How have you been?"

"Well, I've had quite a week, let me tell you. But you're probably going to need to be sitting down for this."

They both moved to the couch and sat down.

"It's awfully cold in here, don't you think?" Sandy was rubbing her arms to try to warm up and her nipples were growing quite stiff.

"It feels fine to me," Mindy replied, "here use this blanket."

As Mindy watched Sandy wrap a blanket around her naked shoulders, making no attempt to cover her breasts since she didn't know they were exposed, Mindy couldn't help but remember Sandy's birthday, just after Mistress Catherine had left – the first time. Sandy had sat in much the same way, naked except for a blanket, discussing what it felt like to be under Mistress Catherine's spell. Even Mindy's own desperate feelings of frustrated arousal were the same. Of course, this time, Mindy, Casey, Mila, and Shirley weren't there to listen, but still, the odd sense of déjà vu made Mindy giggle slightly.

"What's so funny?" Sandy asked.

"Oh, nothing. The blanket just reminded me of something. So, tell me about this crazy week!"

"Well, there are some things that I don't think I can tell – gotta protect the innocent, you know?"

"I guess." Mindy blushed as she thought about what Sandy's reaction would be if she only knew just how much Mindy was already aware of.

"But anyway, after my birthday party, after you all left, Mistress Catherine came back!"

"Really?!" Mindy did her best to sound surprised, but was afraid that her acting just wasn't up to par. Sandy, however, seemed too wrapped up in her memories of that night to notice. She suddenly turned a deep shade of crimson as she haltingly told her story. Mindy couldn't help but look at Sandy's exposed breasts and sex, and notice how the nipples now seemed to be hard with something other than the cold. Sandy was slowly, subtly, rubbing her thighs together.

All of this was causing Mindy's own arousal to become more and more distracting.

The only reason she was able to control herself was that as Sandy told the story – a story that Mindy already knew quite well, she seemed to tactfully avoid all of the details that Mindy most wanted to hear. As Mindy recounted the events of that night, she focused on her feelings, how Mistress Catherine made her learn things about herself; how she had unlocked parts of her that, now that she was aware of them, made her feel complete, and fulfilled, and happy.

As she talked, Mindy found herself looking less and less at Sandy's naked body, and focusing, instead, on what she was saying. The conversation she'd had with Mistress Catherine this morning kept slipping into her mind as Sandy recounted the feelings of freedom and release that she had experienced through her submission to Mistress Catherine.

When Sandy finally reached the part where Mindy entered the story, she referred to her as, "Mistress's slave."

Upon hearing this word, tears immediately filled Mindy's eyes and, despite her best efforts, she couldn't control them. Sandy immediately tried to comfort her upset friend.

"What's the matter, Mindy? Are you okay? Do you want me to stop talking about this?"

"No, no, it's fine. It's just..." Mindy looked up through her tears and saw Sandy's look of concern. But she also saw what was behind that look – the warmth and compassion, which were the very reasons that Mindy had such strong feelings for her.

But now, that look also meant something different to Mindy. She had made passionate love to this woman. Sandy had licked her to orgasm in the middle of a restaurant. Heck, she was sitting on her couch completely naked! All Mindy wanted to do at this moment was to pull Sandy to her and enjoy another deep, soulful kiss like the one she had taken when Sandy was hypnotized moments before.

Fearing that her lustful desires might overcome her at any moment, she frantically reached forward and tapped Sandy on the forehead. She was shocked to watch as her friend's eyes slammed shut and her naked body collapsed into a limp heap on the couch.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, Mindy thought about what she should do next. Seeing her friend completely lost in trance on her couch was making it hard to ignore the ache in her sex and the sensitivity of her skin. For a moment she considered having sex with Sandy to relieve some of this sexual tension. After all, she had all day, and there was no reason that the sex couldn't come first!

But as she looked down at Sandy's open, vulnerable body and mind, this option somehow didn't feel right. And, Mindy realized, she really was interested in hearing more about how all of Sandy's experiences had affected her. Finally, she made a decision.