The Babysitter

“Thanks again for babysitting,” I said as my wife went up to check on our kids and go get ready for bed. It didn’t look it to the babysitter by Sarah was already deeply under hypnosis, and wouldn’t come back down. She had her commands to follow, get ready for bed, edge herself to near orgasm and then sit naked in bed repeating her mantra.

I took the wallet out of my rear jeans pocket and smiled at the babysitter, she was young. College kid, twenty I think. She’d replied to our ad online, we paid well and the kids were well behaved.

“No thank you,” she said, grateful as I counted out a hundred dollars. I did say we paid well.

“Do you need a ride home?” I asked, as she puts the money in her own wallet in her backpack. 

“No, I’ll take the bus,” she said.

"Let me call you an Uber,” I objected, taking my phone out, “It’s too late to be going on your own.”

She shrugged, “Okay.”

I pretend to order an Uber then lock my phone, “Five minutes.”

She smiled, “Thanks.”

“No problem, umm, sorry I’ve actually forgotten your name,” I laugh.

She laughed too, “Kerry.”

“Kerry, that’s it. You ever get that Kerry, when you know you know something but when you try to think of it your brain just doesn’t recall it? Like a name or how long your ride is going to take to arrive. And the more you try to think of it the more muddled your brain gets and the further away that information is? Like right now as you think about it, you can’t remember how long it was until your Uber was going to show up can you?”

Kerry nodded, confused as she took the words in, “Umm, I think it was. Sorry I can’t remember. How long was it?”

“Ten minutes,” I said, adding the five just for fun. Kerry nodded, accepting the new number. I smirked, enjoying toying with her, she was suitably suggestible.

“Oh yeah right,” she said and laughed at herself for forgetting. 

I laughed along with her, “Memory is odd like that. The mind is odd, isn’t it? I mean I know you study hard, you seem like the type. But you ever just cram a bunch of information in before a test then a day later it’s all gone? As if just like that your mind goes blank and erases itself?”

I snapped my fingers as I said ‘goes blank’.

Kerry laughed again, nodding, “Oh yeah. I mean I was an expert on the causes of the Civil War a week ago and then…”

I snapped my fingers interrupting her, “Your mind goes blank.”

“Yeah,” she agreed.

“That happens naturally, but it’s okay. When your mind goes blank,” I said as I snapped my fingers again, “it’s open to accept new information.”

Kerry nodded, her eyes blinking as her hands dangled limp at her sides. I reached and took the bag from her setting it on the ground. She did not seem to notice that, but looked up at me as I had moved closer to her.

“New information?” she asked.

“Right. Your mind goes blank,” another snap, “and accepts new information.”

This time she just nodded.

“Kerry, does anyone expect you home tonight?” I asked.

“No,” she said, “I live alone in the dorms. Most people are away for the weekend.”

Another snap. By now her mind associated the noise so closely with the words ‘mind goes blank’ that I didn’t have to say it, her mind just emptied out a little more.

I took her hand, “I have some new information for your mind Kerry. Follow me.”

Leading her upstairs to the master bedroom my wife was already naked on our bed, her fingers buried deeply into her own pussy as she repeated her mantra.

“I am blank and obedient master,” Sarah said as she fingered herself, never able to cum without my permission.

The sight of my wife naked and maturating stirred Kerry slightly, but another snap relaxed her again. 

“Listen to my wife, to her words. That is your new information,” I said.

I left the room to go wash up and to get a drink. My wife’s mantra would be enough to fill the girl’s mind with her new information, as she crammed for the test to come. She was still standing there, blank faced and dazed when I returned.

“What have you learned?” I asked her.

“I am blank and obedient for master,” Kerry said.

“And who is your master?” I asked.

She blinked, unsure.

“I am, I control Sarah and now Kerry. Repeat this new information,” I commanded.

“You are my master, you control me.”

“Undress now, sit next to my wife and repeat your new information,” I ordered, watching her with a swelling hardening cock as she obeyed perfectly. 

Grinning at the two women, confident that the children would not awaken until morning I said, “Now it’s time for an all night study session.”