Mesmerizing Caroline – The Society

Dr. Henderson’s hypnotherapy is turning her into a kinky slut, and she knows it, but Caroline’s having too much fun to care!

It’s when she comes to the attention of the mysterious organization known as The Society that she realizes there is more going on than meets the eye, and that they’ve been watching her for some time.

Her first assignment for them, a blindfolded gangbang in a luxurious hotel suite, will push her limits farther than ever before.

This short story of 12,000 words contains a girl-girl strap-on scene, an anonymous encounter in an elevator, and a scorching hot blindfolded BDSM gangbang.

Previously published as: Society Hypno-Slut


When the stylists had finished, Aurelie led her into the master bedroom. Draped over the bed was a set of sheer, black hold-up stockings. Next to them was a box containing a pair of elegant high-heeled sandals in shiny blood-red leather.
Caroline slipped on the stockings under Aurelie’s enigmatic gaze. It felt very intimate, being watched while she adjusted the stockings at the tops of her legs, the smooth fabric sliding over her skin like a lover’s hands. Caroline was well past the point of being surprised that the sandals fit her perfectly.
Aurelie let her stand there for a long moment, wearing nothing but stockings and heels, before opening the door of the walk-in closet to reveal a red silk evening dress hanging inside.
Caroline couldn’t help letting out a sigh of relief. For a moment there, she’d thought the stockings and shoes were all she would be allowed to wear.
The dress was fabulous, its plunging neckline revealing a generous amount of cleavage, with two thin straps passing over her shoulders, leaving the full expanse of her back exposed down to the tops of her buttocks. It was slit high on one side, exposing the top of her stocking and a small triangle of creamy thigh.
Aurelie fastened a simple strand of black pearls around her neck, with matching teardrop pearls at each ear.
Finally, Caroline was allowed to see herself when Aurelie took her by the hand and led her to stand before the full-length mirror. What she saw made Caroline gasp. The woman in the mirror was utterly stunning. Her hair was in a complex arrangement on top of her head, a few curls artfully descending to frame her face. Her skin seemed to glow, her lips, dress and shoes shining the same deep scarlet, the black pearls like glistening drops of night against her pale skin.
Aurelie’s faint smile held a warmth that Caroline hadn’t seen before.
“As I said, we accomplish something, no?”
Caroline’s voice was a breathy whisper as she gazed, spellbound, at the exotic creature she had become, “No…I mean, yes. Is that really me?”
Aurelie looked at her watch, resuming her brisk, businesslike manner.
“Come, it is time.”
She lead Caroline downstairs. The lights had been dimmed in their absence, and the nighttime view of the city through the floor to ceiling windows was truly spectacular.
A single spotlight shone down, creating a circular pool of light on the floor, the way the most precious sculpture in an art gallery might be displayed.
Aurelie led her into this circle of light, then stepped behind her. She placed a strip of black silk across Caroline’s eyes, tying the blindfold securely at the back of her head. The sudden darkness brought home to Caroline that everything until now had merely been preparation, and that the main event was yet to begin.
She felt Aurelie’s breath warm against her skin as she murmured into her ear, “Remember, ‘Elevator.’”
Caroline nodded, swallowing around a lump that had appeared in her throat.
She felt the other woman’s lips brush gently against her cheek.
“Bon courage, ma cherie.”
Then her footsteps, growing fainter as she walked away, leaving Caroline standing alone in the dark.

About imogenlinn

I write erotic stories, often with a BDSM twist. I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets). I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?) I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience. I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!
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