Up All Night

It was almost a relief when Dylan said, "Hey, Justine? You're looking a little dreamy again. I think you need to spend some more time in trance."

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. She was just glad that he mistook her arousal for exhaustion-the last thing she wanted to do right now was admit that she was openly fantasizing about giving him a sex show with her vibrator while she worked on her project, and that she'd abandoned her 'avoid squeezing her legs together' rule in favor of sitting with her heel pressed tightly up against her pussy so that she could rock back and forth on it while she worked.

She got up and walked over to the couch, and he gave her a smile as he took her hand. "It's okay, Justine," he said, stroking lazy circles on the inside of her wrist. "You remember just what to do for me now, and it's even easier than it was before. Your eyes focus on mine, your thoughts fade deeper into the fog with every passing second, and you listen to my voice and let yourself drift off into peace and relaxation. Deeper and deeper, down and down, sleep...now."

Justine felt herself sag against Dylan's body, and something about that felt inexplicably wonderful but she couldn't think about it because her mind was slipping into the fog and her eyes were closing and all she wanted to do was sleep now.

*****

Justine surfaced more easily this time, a dreamy smile on her face as her eyelids gently fluttered open once again. "That just feels so...nice," she said softly, wriggling and stretching languorously on the couch cushions. "I think I might have to ask you to do that to me all the time." She gave him a flirtatious smile that she was pretty sure she wouldn't have tried if she was entirely in command of all her faculties, but somehow in the moment of awakening everything felt like a wonderful idea.

"I'm more than happy to," Dylan said, helping her into a seated position. "Like I said, you're an amazing subject. Most people don't experience the kind of responsiveness you do even after years of practice. You even experience spontaneous amnesia, and that's very rare."

Justine stood up, giving her whole body a huge, long, shuddery stretch from head to toe. "Nuh-uh," she said playfully. "I remember just fine. You put me under, and I dozed for a while, and then you woke me up." Justine knew that wasn't exactly true, but she also knew that she could remember all of the other stuff any time she wanted. She just...didn't want to at the moment, that was all. She headed back over to the sewing machine, eager to get back to work.

"More or less," Dylan said mildly. "Say, don't you want to put down a towel or something before you sit in your sewing chair? You're looking a little hot and bothered, and I'd hate to see you leave a wet spot."

Justine looked down at the chair, her eyes widening as she realized what she was about to do. "Thanks!" she said, darting to the bathroom. It only took her a moment to grab one of her towels and spread it over the chair. The terry cloth was a tiny bit scratchy against the bare skin of her buttocks, but thanks to Dylan's hypnotic suggestions, she was able to brush away the distraction easily and get back to work.

But not every distraction went away that readily. Justine couldn't stop thinking about how nice that trance had felt. The details simply faded into the background, but the sensation of almost sensual warmth lingered in the back of her mind as she stitched together another outfit. She remembered feeling like Dylan's voice and his words were stroking her body all over, leaving her practically purring with delight as he spoke to her. After a while, it seemed like he simply drew the responses out of her, like she didn't need to think or remember anything at all. She just had to float along in his voice and let things happen. It was...

It was even hotter than the last time, Justine realized with a flush of mingled embarrassment and desire that spread all the way down her face and over her chest. She didn't think Dylan was going to miss this particular blush, not given where his stare was directed at the moment. Justine looked down at the sewing machine with a determined expression on her face and tried to ignore the way her nipples stiffened in arousal at his gaze.

It didn't work. Justine found herself rhythmically squeezing her legs together again as she worked the pedal, turning the experience of sewing into an openly masturbatory one. She was grateful for the towel that Dylan had reminded her about-if her pussy had been slick when she sat down, it was practically dripping now. She caught herself slipping her hand down into the warm nest between her thighs once, then again, and forced herself to keep her hands on her work. She couldn't turn in a textiles project that smelled like pussy juice, not if she wanted to pass her course.

But she couldn't stop noticing the way Dylan stared at her. Justine had never thought of herself as much of an exhibitionist, but something about the way he was undressing her with his eyes was-Justine glanced down at her naked body and chuckled to herself. Well, perhaps not undressing as such. Maybe 'caressing' would be a better word. She shivered with desire at the mental image that produced.

Finally, she couldn't take it any longer. "Um...would you mind if I used my vibrator while I was working?" she asked. "I mean, I don't want to disturb you if you're working, and the buzzing noise can get kind of loud."

Dylan chuckled. "I think if I can put up with the sewing machine, I can put up with the vibrator," he said, waving a hand indulgently toward her bedroom. "Go nuts." Gratefully, Justine slipped out of the room long enough to grab her favorite toy and a bottle of lube. Not that she was concerned about moisture, but she was on a schedule, and she didn't want to disrupt her work any more than she had to.

By the time she got back, she was a little worried about how much of an effect the delay was having on her project. Somehow, it seemed like the perfect time-saver to slide the thick plastic shaft into her wet cunt as soon as she sat down, spreading her legs wide and pushing the toy as deep as it would go inside herself before swiveling away from Dylan's view. It-it probably had something to do with ergonomics or something. She couldn't quite think what, but that was just because she was too horny to think straight. The vibrator would fix that.

Thankfully, Dylan's hypnotic spell still seemed to be working its magic on Justine's fingers. Even when she cranked the buzzing, thrumming sex toy up as far as it would go, her muscles simply moved smoothly of their own accord to keep the sewing machine running at a phenomenal pace. She didn't need to think about what she was doing at all. Those words echoed through her head, almost sounding as though she heard them in another voice that she couldn't quite place. She didn't need to think about what she was doing at all. Of course she didn't. She could work without thinking. She could do lots of things without thinking.

Justine's vision went glassy and unfocused for a long moment while she thought very hard about not thinking. It felt so good to do things without thinking. It felt incredibly hot and sexy to let her mind simply glide over things, the same way it did when she was hypnotized. Justine squeezed her pussy tightly around the dildo, feeling the intense hum all through her throbbing clit as she focused all her attention on how good it felt to focus her attention away from everything except feeling good. She knew that didn't all make sense, exactly, but she was a very good hypnotic subject and so everything made sense to her when Dylan explained it. Including not thinking about Dylan's explanations at all.

Justine lost track of time under the waves of intense pleasure. It felt just like when she was in trance, she realized. Time simply went away, the minutes felt like hours and the blankness felt like bliss. She knew she was working hard, doing everything she was told to do just like a very good girl, but everything else faded into a white fog of ecstasy. Dylan talked to her some more while she masturbated, but Justine already knew that she was far too good at being hypnotized to remember what he was saying. It didn't matter. It was all things she knew anyway.

Some of it was even things she knew before he told her.

The pile of finished designs grew quickly, or at least it seemed to. Justine wasn't paying any attention to the clock anymore. Her mind was occupied with the warm, shuddery thrum of the dildo in her cunt, and the gush of fluid that soaked the towel underneath her as she came. She was so glad she wasn't wearing clothing anymore. If she had been dressed, her clothes would have gotten all drenched in sweat and cum and turned into a mess. Justine didn't even know why she bothered with clothes in the first place, not when it was just the two of them in the apartment. The whole idea of modesty seemed like a silly dream now, a dream Justine was already forgetting. Forgetting made Justine cum all over again.

She didn't know how long it was before Dylan finally said to her, "Time to sleep for me again," but she cheerfully nodded in agreement. She was so tired now. Her brain was so fogged up by orgasms and trance. She needed to sleep, to sleep deep for a tiny while and rest her fuzzy little mind. She pulled the vibrator out with a mewl of pleasure and walked obediently over to the couch to sit next to Dylan.

"Sleep now," he said, passing his hand over her eyes, and the fog loomed up to swallow her once again.

*****

She came back up...and then bobbed down...and then up, and down, and up and down on Dylan's cock. It tasted so good on her tongue, warm and salty and straining with desire that Justine simply couldn't stop sucking him. Every time she pulled up the thick shaft, she saw his slick flesh right there in front of her and it looked so good that she simply had to slide right back down onto him. She simply couldn't resist his taste, his scent, the feel of him inside her wet mouth. She hoped he had more willpower than she did, or the last little bit of her project was never getting finished.

Thankfully, he did. Dylan tangled his fingers into the hair at the base of Justine's scalp and pulled her up and off of him. Justine was momentarily distracted by the tiny streamers of saliva that stretched between her mouth and his cock, but he snapped the fingers of his free hand to bring her to attention.

"You've still got a bit of sewing to do, pet," he said, turning her head to look back at the desk. "Not much more, but you need to finish up like a good girl. Then I'll let you swallow my cum. How does that sound?"

Justine shivered in ecstasy. "It sounds wonderful, Master," she said, as he pulled her up off her knees with a delightful tingle of pleasure and pain intermingled together. He released her hair as she stood all the way up and returned to the sewing desk, working with feverish concentration to finish her project. She didn't know what she would have done without Dylan there to keep her focused and on track-probably nodded off at the machine and flunked out of college. Justine decided then and there that having a Master to tell her what to do was the best thing in the whole wide world.

And being allowed to suck his cock whenever he wanted was the icing on the cake. Justine finished the last few stitches with drool trickling down her chin and spilling onto her naked chest.

"All done, Master," she said, bouncing to her feet, "and it's not even four o'clock! Did I do good?"

Dylan smiled proudly at her. "You did very well, pet, and you pleased me very much. Now, why don't you come over here and suck yourself to sleep for me? You can still catch a few hours before you have to haul all that stuff over to campus, and once it's all over you'll have the whole day to spend in bed with me."

Justine purred in ecstasy as she knelt down in front of Dylan's cock once more. "Mmmm, yes Master," she husked out, before her lips wrapped around his shaft and her eyelids fluttered gently down into dreamy slumber as she sucked him until his hot cum filled her mouth. Only then did she finally feel the sleep she had craved for so long take her over once and for all.

THE END