It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon: clear, bright, warm but not overly hot. We have the doors and windows open to let in the fresh Spring air. I don’t have plans, and so I occupy myself with the lazy, unrushed completion of weekend chores.


My lady, G, offers to help with the work. That’s the kind of wonderful person she is, along with being a sexy, ginger MILF. Despite her offer, I decline. She has finals this week, and she should devote her time to studying. Plus, her friend, M, is coming over to study with her.


M arrives late and full of apologies. That’s pretty much the norm for her. She has no need to be sorry, because G was studying anyway. But she’s the sweet, apologetic type, so she feels bad. She’s also the adorable type. I find G sexier, but still, M is nothing if not easy on the eyes.


Today, G and M look ridiculously adorable together. G wears a stylish pink T-shirt that accentuates her in all the right ways. Below that, she wears capri jeans that do for her rear what the shirt does for her chest, while leaving her enticingly bare from the knees down. If M weren’t here, I would be be hard pressed to not put my chores and G’s studying aside for some afternoon delight.


M similarly wears a stylish lavender T-shirt and jeans that do for her lovely form exactly what G’s outfit does. The only variations are in the shade of her shirt and the ankle-length of her jeans, which hide her toned calves but not, thankfully, her bare feet.


It’s G who laughingly points out that they’re clothing twins. We all chuckle over it, and I compliment them both on looking gorgeous. Then I excuse myself and retire to the bedroom to fold laundry and leave them to their studies.


But as I fold linens, out of sight does not equate to out of mind. Minutes pass, and I struggle to convince myself that I need only wait until M leaves to have some much needed personal time with G. How long will M stay? Will G continue studying after that? Will she be burnt out when she’s done, as is often the case, and not be in the mood I want her to be in?


I lose the struggle. I ask G to come into the bedroom for a minute to help me. She excuses herself to M and enters the room, asking sweetly what I need.


Hypnotizing G only takes a minute. I’ve put her under numerous times, so the routine comes easily to both of us. Unless she really doesn’t want to be hypnotized--which is a blessedly rare occurrence--she never resists and readily enters a trance. Although she is a normally willful woman, when she’s hypnotized, she transforms into a suggestible, pliable subject, who I can get to do just about anything.


Today, I want her to hypnotize M. The means and method I leave up to her, though I insist on being there to watch. And once M is under, I want to be the one to give her the suggestions that she’ll follow. Obediently, G says that she will hypnotize her friend. I place her in wakeful but still suggestible state and send her out of the room. A minute or so later, I follow.


Once I’m in the same room with them, G starts up with M. They are studying psychology, so it’s not difficult for G to broach hypnotism as a topic. After casually discussing it for a few minutes, G skillfully maneuvers M into accepting being hypnotized, 'you know, just to see if it would really work.' Then, my lady calls upon her vast knowledge of inductions--from being on the receiving end of so many of them--to place her friend into a trance.


From there, I take over, deepening M’s trance and making sure she is a good subject. She, like G, is certainly that. I suggest to her that she is incredibly attracted to G and wants to act on that attraction by worshipping G’s feet. For good measure and the sake of G’s pleasure, I suggest to my lady that having M worship her feet will be a wonderful experience.


Then I sit back and enjoy my show. M isn’t very good at first, but with coaching from G on what feels good, she gets better quickly. For her part, G revels in the attention and, upon prompting from me, gives herself some attention, too.


Finally, when G is sated, she tells M to stop. I then tell M to go over to the couch and lie down. When she does, I instruct her to forget everything that has happened since G first brought up hypnotism. I tell her that she became sleepy from all the studying and decided to take a nap. Then I tell her to fall asleep. She obeys and is instantly out.


Now I return to G. I tell her to follow me to the bedroom. Once we’re there, I close the door. It’s my turn, and my sexy, ginger, hypnotized MILF does just what I need her to.


Unlike M, I’ll let G remember everything. Aside from being a bit sore about my timing--she does need to study for finals, after all--she’ll think the whole thing was cool and fun. She’ll probably want to hypnotize M again, too.


It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon, and I am a very happy man.