Hypno Glass: A Reckoning

Power can be an aphrodisiac, but it also carries a heavy burden. As Jen contemplates the complete control she enjoys over her roommate, her excitement wanes, and she can’t avoid that conclusion. Faced with her dwindling arousal, she must do something to rekindle her interest, or accept that she must push the boundaries of indulgence beyond their limits…

When the unthinkable happens, Jen realizes that everything she thought she knew was a lie, yet reality could be more exciting than her darkest fantasy…

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This 9400+ word short story is for readers who like explicit erotica featuring two women with a taste for casual sex and enticing lingerie. For Adults only, it contains scenes some may find objectionable, including: Menage sex, anal sex, light BDSM, and masturbation.
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Excerpt:

'Well Jared, do you want to see what you came here for?' He nodded, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Jen could see that he was trying to play it cool. She nodded at him, and looked at her roommate. 'Carrie, why don't you start?'

He turned his attention to her, looking like he had completely forgotten her presence in the room. Jen was willing to wager that was due to her silence; she hadn't spoken at all, something Jen hadn't expected. Still, it would be the last time he failed to notice her. Even though Jen knew what was waiting under her roommate's robe, she found herself nearly as enraptured as their guest. The girl stood, loosening the belt that held her robe closed; as it fell away and the garment parted, Jen could hear an audible gasp escape Jared's lips.

Carrie stood looking down at him, a vision of desire. The leather outfit Jen had purchased for her was undeniably naughty, highlighting the perfect curves of her young body. It ascended from her bikini line, nothing but fishnet covering her legs. Several horizontal straps that buckled at either side covered the girl’s midriff. A wicked looking bra capped off the outfit, black leather studded in metal; the cups were open at the tip. Very little of her supine figure was left to the imagination.

Jen could see that Jared was immediately affected. His gaze hardly wavered from Carrie's body, and his hand unconsciously found its way to his lap, hiding the bulge that grew there almost immediately. Jen motioned to Carrie, and the girl turned around, showing off every inch. The outfit was held together by laces across her back, and covered little of her rounded buttocks. Though Jen had experienced it all before, she found herself feeling aroused by the revealing nature of the attire; she silently prided herself on having chosen so well.