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It was Rachel Riley's 10th year doing Countdown and Catsdown, and she still loved it, but she was getting bored and easily distracted during the tapings. The maths weren't nearly challenging enough, and the jokes were getting stale.One day before taping she was sitting in her dressing room when a knock on the door came. Little did she know that the person on the other side was going to change her life (and her mind) forever.
(Ideally, this is an F-F "Catsdown" RP with one of the other frequent guests: Katherine Ryan, Aisling Bea, Sara Pascoe, etc.; or Suzie Dent, but I'm open to other ideas if you have them. PLEASE know who Rachel Riley is and know what Countdown is for this RP...)
My RP rules:
1) F/F only. Sorry, I'm a lesbian, so no men in my stories
2) Please have an actual hypnosis story with some semblance of a plot. If you just come in with "look in to my eyes and take off your clothes", you're not getting responded to.
3) I'm happy to be Dom or Sub, so please let me know if you're looking to be Rachel, the guest on the show, Suzie, or even someone else if you have ideas, and if you are the other person, a little description of who you are would be good
4) any other questions or comments? I'm happy to respond to those as well.
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*Suzie's smile grows wider as Rachel weakly issues a response on affirmation. Suzie now knows she has full control over Rachel's body and can now continues up augment her control over Rachel's mind.*
"Rachel, hear my voice and listen to my words. Whenever you are in this trance and or state of sleep, you will do/say/believe anything my voice tells you to do, do you understand, Rachel? You trust this voice completely and know it should be obeyed, Rachel." *Suzie begins to strengthen her grip on Rachel's subconscious mind, watching to make sure there is no resistance or hesitation in the responses she is getting.*
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"I understand..." The response comes just as weakly as the yes, light and all she can muster for her mind is stuck in the beauty.
Her mind, and mind's eye were already following the words being presented in melodic form, the only words she can find, or hear, or even muster, so they must be important to follow and obey, musn't they? That voice was so familiar, so trustworthy and so...beautiful.
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*Suzie thinks a test is needed to ensure Rachel will actually do whatever she is told and that she is not just faking this for whatever reason. Suzie thinks for a moment about what she can have Rachel do right here that will show her compliance without doing anything dumb, overly time consuming, or too loud, which might alert someone in the building to come and investigate.*
"Rachel, tell me what you think the sexiest outfit you ever wore on the show was." *Suzie knows that the "real" Rachel would never answer this due to being very humble and modest, and therefore, this will be a safe yet effective barometer of Rachel's obedience to her current level of programming.*
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Rachel doesn't respond for seemingly an age, when in reality, it's merely a few seconds. In this time, thoughts start whirring back, the beauty thinking about the beauty of Rachel in her many, many sexy outfits that have graced the show over several years.
Her face gives off a look of...seemingly discomfort, as far as Suzie could tell, however, it's merely deciding. "I...always feel sexy and more glam doing Catsdown." She responds with a sleepiness and slightly monotonous tone of voice. "So, if I feel sexy doing a regular Countdown, I know it's a really sexy outfit...there was a pink and black dress I wore once." She pauses to think how to best describe it to Suzie. "Patterned in squares, fading from pink to black at opposite ends, but it was seemingly skin-tight. So much so, I watched the episode back and..." She pauses, normally her face would be flushed red or stopped with embarrassment, but she carries on normally. "...my dress was so tight, when I was jotting a numbers round down, you could see my behind jiggling through the dress, and that was rather sexy, I think."
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(Well that seems delicious. Not sure I've seen that one. Got a link to a pic of that one?)
*Suzie thinks. Suzie's favorite Rachel dresses usually involve Rachel wearing tights underneath, but the question wasn't meant to compare fashion looks, it was designed to see if Rachel was truly under. Suzie regards Rachel's answer as a good, if unsatisfying, sign. Suzie next decides to test Rachel's susceptibility and gullibility in this state.*
"Rachel, it's getting very cold in this studio, don't you think? Like someone left a stage door open and it's freezing outside. Every few seconds, it feels like we've dropped another degree. How are you not just absolutely frigid in that dress?" *Suzie asks, watching for any sign of response from the blonde that would show she's colder than she should be standing under the hot lights on a television set.*
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(A pic? No. A gif? Absolutely! i.imgur.com/deXfUBV.gifv )
Rachel starts to fidget, and more...soon, goosebumps start forming on her arms and legs, as she starts to shiver in place.
"I-It i-is p-p-prett-t-ty co-cold." Her teeth beginning to chatter and body getting so, so cold as she starts to bend down, curling up into as tight a ball as she can.
"H-h-how a-are yo-you not s-s-so cold Su-Suzie?" Rachel barely gets her words out, as the temperature keeps dropping.
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(goodness that's nice. My favorite one of hers was short tight white dress and black tights.)
Ahh. I think they fixed the heat. It should be getting back to normal in here. Yes, I'm feeling much better now."
*Suzie says, bringing Rachel's mind back to room temperature. She doesn't love how chatty Rachel is, especially since she's supposed to be both deeply entranced and asleep at this point. Based on what she's seen, Suzie is convinced Rachel will obey her, but she wants Rachel deep in trance... So deep she only responds when spoken to and even then, barely with the energy to form the necessary few words.*
"That's right, Rachel. It's back to feeling pleasant in here. And as you stand back upright, feel yourself dropping even deeper into trance. Even deeper into sleep. Deeper and deeper, Rachel. Deeper and deeper."
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(I do love me some tights on Rachel, but she could make anything look appealing.)
Rachel's skin finds its regular, room temperature. Her core calms back to a more, normal heat. She stands, and there's that cooing...that melody...that beauty.
"Deeper..." Rachel mumbles lightly under her breath as yet again, her arms flop and swing by her sides like a pocket watch or pendulum swinging from side to side, eventually finding their way to stop. Her head plummets against her chest again, leaving a blonde messy hairstyle in front of it, hanging down towards the floor as she sinks ever deeper.
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"That's good, Rachel. Very very good. Deeper and deeper. With every breath. Deeper and deeper. You want to go so deep, don't you Rachel?"
*Suzie approaches Rachel slowly, quietly, not wanting to disturb her at all if possible. While continuing to coax Rachel into the deepest trance possible, Suzie reaches out with her right arm and gently grips Rachel's left wrist. She raises the arm, which she finds loose and floppy up into the air, up over Rachel's head, before letting go and watching to see what happens, quickly taking a few steps back as she releases.*
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"So...deep...Suzie..." These are the only words anywhere near her mind, so she mumbles them out, not particularly audible as she faces down to the ground, slipping into a deeper hypnotic slumber.
Rachel's arm raises high into the air at Suzie's behest, wrist and hand floppy, and as Suzie lets go, it plummets down into her side, lightly shaking her butt as it slams down into her hips, swaying aimlessly for another good few seconds as it finds its resting point.
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"Better." Suzie thinks to herself. "Much better. Just need one more test."
*Suzie thinks of the perfect test and runs off, leaving the entranced Rachel alone in the studio for a few moments. Suzie returns with Rachel's phone in her hand, which she got from Rachel's dressing room. She slips it into Rachel's right hand, closing the fingers around it and is pleased to see Rachel's hands react to her touch and grip the phone.*
"Now, when I snap my fingers, your eyes will open, but you will remain in this deep deep trance. You will call pasha and tell him you will not be home until late because the tapings are running long and then a few people are going out to dinner. He shouldn't wait up for you. Once you are done with the call, you will immediately drop even deeper into trance than before." *Suzie holds her breath and snaps her finger and thumb on her right hand again, watching in anticipation.*
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Rachel clings on to her phone, automatically getting it the right way in her hand. The sub-conscious really is a marvellous thing. And then, that snap echoes through the studio, twice as deep through Rachel's mind. Her eyes spring open and head pops upright.
She looks down, scrolling not very far through her phone to find Pasha's number. She holds it to her ear. "Hi Pash, it's me, hope you're well babe." Her voice is filled with emotion and just like a regular call, but her face remains blank and expressionless throughout the whole call. "I just wanted to let you know that it's going to be a late one, they're all having some drinks and I don't really know what time it's going on until, but please, don't wait up for me babe, alright?" She pauses to let her other half answer..."Yeah...yeah...yeah, it just came about suddenly and I've agreed and they're basically already taking me down the street with the crew," She says, standing still, in an empty studio besides Suzie. "Alright, well, don't wait up, okay? I love you...bye babe, bye."
She hears the call disconnect, and just like that, her eyes roll up and her head sinks down, arms becoming useless noodles by her side again, hair dropping down from her head, and everything is loose and limp, besides her iron strong legs, her fit waist and hand, gripping onto her mobile, as she's been told to.
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*Suzie lets herself grin for the first time.* "Deeper and deeper Rachel. Relax your hand." *Instantly, Rachel's phone slips from her grasp and clatters to the floor. Suzie scoops it up and switches the phone off, dropping it into her pocket. Suzie then does the same with her own mobile. Suzie appears Rachel's entranced, sleeping body and brushes a few strands of hair out of Rachel's face.*
"Now there won't be any interruptions. Rachel, I'm going to give you some commands that I want you to follow whether you're awake or entranced, do you understand?" *Suzie asks, laying the foundation for her evening of fun she's been planning for the last 8 months.*
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Rachel's head lifts up, ever so slightly, to try to keep the hair from just dropping back down in front of her face. She sinks deeper, eyelids still fluttering, mouth closed, deeply asleep. Her phone collapsing onto the floor not even an afterthought, no cares or worries if it smashed, or where it is, or what happened.
"I understand..." She mumbles in a sleepy monotone, her mind getting ready and receptive to what Suzie is about to say.
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"When I snap my fingers, you are no longer Rachel Riley, mathematics genius PhD. You are 18 year old Rachel Riley, a student at the Southend High School for Girls. You're a good student and you're Captain of the Football team, but you're absolutely crap at maths. You need to pass my class to get into Oxford, but no matter how hard you work, you can't even do the simplest math problems. You've come to me, Ms. Dent, your maths teacher, for extra tutoring to try and get better, even though you know I'm convinced you're a lost cause."
*Suzie decides to break this up into several sections to ensure Rachel's mind grasps and complies. She pauses her to ensure she's being followed thus far.*
"Do you understand my commands so far, Rachel?"
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Rachel subconsciously nods along with all of Suzie's statements. She loves football, so this will be natural to her, but she leaves all of her math knowledge deep in the beauty, knowing that melodic voice will be key to teaching it all to her again.
"I understand." She blankly says, always sinking deeper into hypnosis.
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"When I wake you up, you will not see the studio, but rather, this will look like a normal classroom to you. My seat over in the hosts chair will appear to be a standard teachers desk. The clock will be the normal clock that's in every classroom. And what you're wearing? That's the normal standard uniform for the Southhall High School for Girls, isn't it Rachel?"
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In her mind, the scene is being set. A totally empty classroom fills the blue, wide studio of Countdown. She rewinds back to 18 years old in her head, still obsessed with football, just like she is now. Ms. Dent always had a penchant for oversized clocks, so this was always normal. She sees the hosts table transform into a teachers desk in her mind, and just like that...she's nearly ready. This is a very strange uniform for the kids to all be wea- The melody re-appears, and suddenly...no, this is uniform, what was she thinking?
"Yess...this is the uniform" she mumbles hypnotically.
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"Every time the clock goes off when I time you on a math problem, you will find yourself getting a little bit turned on. You won't understand it at first and think this is just nerves, but it will grow every time. You will, of course, try very hard to hide your slowly growing arousal, being as you are a good girl and Ms Dent is very prim and proper, and you're trying very hard to stay on her good side.
The more math problems you get wrong and the more excited you grow, the more desperate you will get to ensure you pass my class, and you will begin to consider things you would never consider in the past to ensure you get to Oxford.
Still understand, Rachel?"
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Rachel's palms start to get a little sweaty. The nerves start building just a little bit. She loves being captain of the football team, but she absolutely NEEDS to further her education at Oxford. She needs this.
"I understand." Her sleepy tone drones, as she really starts to feel younger, wanting so badly to get to Oxford university.
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(So I just realized I've seen spelling Susie's name wrong every time, lol. Oops. Also, is there a limit to how far you'll go with these? I like to go 'all the way' in my roleplays, but I know that bothers some people, so it's probably better to check before we get into the 'fun' parts.)
*Susie briefly considers making Rachel not be United fan anymore, but decides that might be a bridge too far for the first time. "We can always fix that defect later" Susie thinks to herself with a smirk. Susie walks over to the host's chair and presses the button to stop the clock doing its hypnotic pattern and returning to normal. She thinks for a moment if there's any commands she's forgotten and can't recall any.*
"Whenever I, and only I, say the words 'Rachel rest' you will instantly fall back into this deep sleep and be open to my suggestions and commands. Now I'm going to count backwards from 5 to 1. When I reach number 1 and snap my fingers, you will awaken as 18 year old Rachel, and everything I have planted in your subconscious will become real to you. 5...4...3...2...1"
*Susie snaps her fingers and then places her hands nearly folded on top of her "desk", trying to look as professorial as possible when Rachel comes out of it and accepts her new reality.*
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(Hm. I've never really been properly comfortable with going all the way, but that being said, haven't properly tried it. I don't mind erotic elements, but I'm not sure about all the way, really. Happy to discuss how far to go though.)
Rachel rests, awaiting any commands or orders the melody or beauty has for her. However, she finds the beauty fading, leaving behind a classroom scene, Ms. Dent behind her desk, and an 18 year old, nervous Rachel.
Her eyes blink open, and she goes wide-eyed seeing Ms. Dent. "Ooh, Ms. Dent, Ms. Dent!" Rachel comes bouncing over in her heels. "I'm so happy I caught you, I was wondering if I could get some...extra, private tutoring with my maths?"
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(Ok. When we start getting to the point where you're uncomfortable, note me. I try to avoid humiliation and stuff like that in my RPs, so it's as open and mutually beneficial as possible.)
"Ms. Riley, with all due respect, don't you think that's a bit like giving the crew of the Titanic swimming lessons?" *Susie asks in her most condescending tone.* "I understand you're excellent in a number of other subjects. You're a lock for at least 3 A-levels. But I don't think maths is for you. Nothing wrong with that. Plus you have your Football, don't you? Surely some school in America has a scholarship for you to play collegiately?"
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Rachel seems exasperated, having her maths skills be torn apart by her tutor. She wants this, she needs this, she just needs some help! Surely. It's only numbers, right? She has to deal with a lot of those in football.
"Ms. Dent, I know that I've got other skills, but I need maths to be accepted anywhere in England. I love my football, but I don't want to travel all the way to America to pursue it. Please, give me a chance." She asks, pleading, getting closer to the desk, and the very prim, and proper Ms. Dent.
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"I'll tell you what, I'll ask you 5 rudimentary maths questions. If you get one right, I'll consider tutoring you. Head over to the board so I can see your work."
*Susie points to the numbers board, which will actually serve its intended purpose in this little game Susie is playing, watching Rachel's perky backside as she walks over to the numbers board in her tight miniskirt and heels and pick up the marker, looking at Susie expectantly.*
*Susie tries to think of a question old Rachel should easily get, but will confound new Rachel.* "6x plus 9 is equal to 4x plus 3. Solve for X" Susie orders, then folds her hands waiting. She decides not to press the clock this time and just let Rachel work before starting to heighten her arousal and begin the fun.*
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(Oh, btw, that's cool about moving to notes if it gets too much. Thanks.)
"5? Right. And I just need one? I got this." Rachel trots over, miniskirt fully showing off all of Rachel's gorgeous legs and backside. She turns to Ms. Dent, hears the question and...
Nothing. Her mind doesn't twig to anything. "Okay..." She says, vaguely confidently, while she thinks "That make literally no sense whatsoever."
She faces the board, and starts to just...write. Random numbers, random x's in random places. "Ms. Dent, did you mean...6x9? Is that what the x is for?" She asks, thinking she's totally along the right lines.
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*Susie lets out a sigh of exasperation at Rachel's question. Inside, she's practically dancing with glee. Rachel's mind has been completely re-written, as there's absolutely no way she could fake being this atrocious at maths. This will be more fun than Susie expected.*
"You're not even in the same country, let along the correct postal code with that, Ms. Riley. X is negative 3. You have to get all the X's on one side and all the constants on the other and then simplify. It's really quite simple." Susie says with practically a sneer at Rachel's mathematical ineptitude. "You really thought it was a multiplication question? That wouldn't even make sense. But since you're keen on those, I'll give you one even you should get. 18 times 5."
*Susie reaches down and presses the button to start the clock this time.* "I think perhaps you're thinking too much with these. Maybe having a time limit will help you focus on what's important in solving these quickly and efficiently." *The hand starts and the music begins, which to Rachel sounds like an ordinary clock ticking down her 30 seconds to answer a question she's instantly know was 90 if she was the 'real' Rachel.* "What school here in the UK are you trying to get into, anyway?" Susie asks while Rachel turns back to the whiteboard, marker poised.
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That clock starts and...oh. Something. Feels very different. Wow, that was...kinda hot. Why did a clock starting turn me on? She faces the board intent on answering the question.
"Uh, I'd love to get..." She gets distracted by trying so hard to figure out the math question that she can't answer Ms. Dent's other question, for fear of confusing her even more than she already was. "Oxford." She says belatedly, starting to scribble, but these are just the numbers 18 and 5, not really knowing what to do with them. She then perks up! and starts writing down the number 5 18 times, but can barely scribble it all down before the time runs out.
"Aw, Ms. Dent. That was...there were a lot of things to think about then!" She protests, trying anything to have more shots at this.
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"My goodness. That was even more pathetic than the last one. Oxford? I'd be shocked if they even let you say the name after a performance like that. Just pitiful. The answer was obviously 90. Are you sure you're feeling alright, Ms. Riley?"
*Suzie sees the bolt of electricity go through Rachel when the timer hits zero and knows instantly what that is. She smiles to herself as Rachel appears flushed but tries her best to mask it. So far so good, Susie thinks to herself.*
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She feels that jolt, that excitement, but tries to play it off as...something that Rachel doesn't even know, but something.
"Ms. Dent. I'm not that much of a lost cause, please? I need this." She feels so desperate, but so stupid at the same time. "I was getting to 90, I promise, I promise I was." Rachel's cheeks are a little flushed from her worry at not getting the maths, and some other, currently maskable feelings she's having. "I can do this, please Ms. Dent."
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"Alright. Let's try another one. You clearly want to get better at math. I just need to know you're not a lost cause. Question 3: 64 divided by 4."
*Susie hits the button on the clock again, watching Rachel closely as the clock runs down towards zero. She also has to suppress a laugh at Rachel's pathetic attempt to do long division when her mind has had all mathematical sense hypnotically removed from it. As the clock runs down, Susie asks another question to distract the befuddled blonde.*
"Tell me, Ms. Riley, what grade would you need in maths to gain entry to Oxford?" She asks as the clock hits zero.*
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Rachel stares at the board, pen in hand, just kinda...scribbling. Susie can't even tell what's being written, it's all visual gibberish. There's so many thoughts racing through Rachel's head, none of them number related, she just about gets 64 written down before the 30 seconds is up, and another jolt. A bigger jolt.
"Mm..." She says under her breath, that last beat again. Really turning her on. But Ms. Dent can't know. I don't know why it's happening, so I can't let her know! "Hmm..." Rachel tries to style out the slight moan like it's nothing. "I need...a-at least a B, I think. But Ms. Dent. I just...I need assistance." She says, idly scribbing and doodling more to distract from her lack of math skills.
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"Good Lord Ms. Riley, my 8 year old can do simple long division. It's 16. And you expect to get a B in advanced maths? I'm not sure there's any amount of assistance I could provide that would get us to a B in this class."
*Susie crosses her legs underneath the desk as Rachel moans softly at the second wave of excitement. She watches Rachel's body react to the stronger jolt and feels a similar twinge in her own self at watching Rachel begin to grow in arousal and excitement.*
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Rachel idly plays with her skirt, trying not to make it obvious that she's getting more and more turned on by this.
"Ms. Dent, please. I need you to help me here. I need to get this, and understand it. You can do this for me, can't you?" She innocently starts turning her body on an axis, just trying to play innocent, not even realising she's low key just showing off her ass to Ms. Dent in that tight skirt of hers.
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"You've got 2 more questions, Ms. Riley. Get one right and I'll tutor you. Alright, let's go even easier. 75 minus 25. I'm giving this to you. Show me you're worth my time."
*Susie's eyes are fixed on Rachel's fingers playing with the hem on her tight miniskirt, knowing exactly what she's doing right now. Susie sees a single bead of sweat run down Rachel's neck and down along her black lacy top. As Rachel turns back to the board to try the next problem, Susie hits the clock again, the ticking filling the room, then bites her own lip when she knows Rachel won't be seeing her own secret excitement.*
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Rachel faces the board, determined. This is the one. This question. 75 minus 25, she jots down on the board. Why can't Ms. Dent just be kind and use smaller numbers?! This shouldn't be difficult, but there's just something about it she can't figure out. The clock rapidly ticks down, and in Rachel's defence, she does manage to figure out that 5 minus 5 leaves her with 0, but the other number is just so big, and time elapses, that last sound echoing throughout her body, feeling her pleasure nearly double.
"Mmmm..." This time, she can't hide it too well. She moans louder, buckling slightly at the knees as she just forgets all about that maths question and the embarrassment of not getting it right because that clock...just feels so good. She comes back to reality enough to realise what's happening, but she can't help but feel the pleasure. "I'm s-sorry Ms. Dent. I can prove it. I need this. I...need this."
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"What exactly do you need, Miss Riley? Because from what I've seen here this evening, you almost seem to be enjoying yourself when you get these questions wrong instead of being embarrassed, Especially at that last one. Simple subtraction. Kindergarten level stuff. So you tell me, Miss Riley... What is it you need?"
*Susie can see the pleasure Rachel is dealing with and that little moan and the bend of the knees tells Susie she's right on the edge of where Susie wants her to be. Susie squeezes her legs together under the desk even harder, trying to hard to conceal her own growing excitement at her total control over Rachel and letting this play out exactly as Susie had planned.*
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"I need...you." She says, letting out a sigh, before her eyes spring wide open. "YOUR TUTORING! Not you as in I need you, but I need..." Her face flushes red as her arousal means that it's a little harder to say things than it was even a bit ago. "I need help, and getting this maths right. Please, I'll do anything."
She starts to walk over to Ms. Dent, ready to plead and do anything to get this tutoring, before remembering she's got one more shot. One more question to determine whether she gets tutored or not. Her hands keep on fiddling with the hem of her tight skirt, not much other uniform to mess around with.
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*Susie gets lost watching Rachel's fingers gliding along her thighs as Rachel plays with the Hem of her skirt, knowing the pleasure Rachel is feeling as well as the confusion. Susie has wanted Rachel for so long and now she almost has her. She just needs to see this plan through.*
"Get back to the board, miss Riley. One more question to possibly get you into Oxford. Now I want you to really concentrate here. This is a softball of a question, so I think even you can get it. What is 7 plus 8?" *Susie presses the clock button again and stands up, walking over to where Rachel is standing, a few feet away from the maths board, watching her "pupil" trying to solve this all-important problem, secretly ready to watch Rachel's perfect body react to the strongest wave of pleasure yet.*
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Rachel takes a breath and thinks. But then she notices Ms. Dent walking towards her, the clock starting. She gets nervous. So, so nervous, the pen drops out of her hand, so she awkwardly has to bend down to pick it up, fumbling around with her ass in the air as she just about grabs it. But by the time she does, she's only got 10 seconds! Oh god, by this point, Rachel can't even remember the question, so she just moves at the board, writing 12 in large numbers, but the clock goes off.
Pleasure courses through the young Ms. Riley's entire being, that pen being left on the two, giving it a strange tail as she has to squat down as she lets out a large, loud, hypnotically and erotically charged moan, feeling so good, and so, so horny that maths is the last thing she thinks about. This pen...if it were slightly more phallic, well, she might be doing other things, but she's down at the board, just moaning and breathing heavily.
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"12? Miss Riley? If even simple addition is beyond your level of comprehension, I don't see what good tutoring is going to do for you. It may be time to accept Oxford is a lost cause and focus on a different school... One that isn't so... academically rigerous."
*Susie stands a few feet behind Rachel, who is doubled over at the white board, breathing hard and sweating.* "I mean, look at you, you're sweating, you're shaking. You can't even handle this pressure, how would you handle a school like Oxford, one of the best on Earth?"
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Rachel moans loudly again as there's still residual pleasure coursing through her body.
"Mmm, Ms. Dent. I'd do..." She's not thinking straight, in every possible way, because the ideas she comes up with as she's about to say this seem...insane. "...anything. Please. I need this." She looks Ms. Dent up and down, wiping away the sweat nervously, still breathing a little hard. "Oxford, tutoring. I need it."
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"There's no doubt you need tutoring, Miss Riley. But Oxford just seems like an impossible goal at this point. Like you're setting yourself up for failure. I would basically have to start from scratch with you. Take your mind and reprogram it to think and believe things you didn't believe before. Literally change who you are as a person for this to work."
*Susie says all this knowing full well she has already done this, but by putting it out there now, it may help Rachel's conscious mind accept some of the strange feelings and emotions she's experiencing at the moment.* "Do you want Oxford that badly? Are you willing to let me do that to you, Miss Riley?" Suzie asks, as if Rachel actually had any choice.*
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"Do that then, Ms. Dent." She quickly walks up to her, looking her right in the eyes. "If that's what I need, as long as I can still be captain, I would do that." She looks Ms. Dent right in the eyes, being this close to her...it's new, this feeling. Almost like a little spark between them, as she bites her lip, just a little.
"W-what would you want me to do Ms. Dent? Name it."
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"Go back to the whiteboard and pick up the marker. If you're going to do maths, we're going to have to start from the very beginning."
*Susie watches Rachel walk back to the whiteboard, her gait clearly affected by her internal chaos, her hips swinging more loosely, her hands constantly fumbling with the hem of her skirt. She's swimming in a sea of hormones and Susie is ready to exploit that. She's already laid the groundwork for Rachel to be submissive to her. Now she just has to take what she wants.*
"Now, Captain of the football team or Oxford... Which is more important to you, Miss Riley?"
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She stumbles back up to the board, bending down to pick up the marker, her hand running down one of her long legs to get down, then back up.
"Ms. Dent, I can't choose. I want to continue my captaincy of the football team, but I need to get good at maths in order to carry it on, and I want and need Oxford, but I love being captain. This is so hard to pick!" She looks around, trying to find anything to convince her of one path or another.
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"Well if you're going to pick football, I'm not sure this is worth my time. You're not playing football at Oxford, so it's a one or the other proposition, isn't it?"
*Susie stares hungrily as Rachel runs her hand slowly along her smooth leg to bend over and pick up the marker before standing back up again. Suzie knows Rachel is trying to relieve some of the tension inside of her by doing that and watches carefully as the blonde straightens up and turns back to face her teacher.*
"While you consider that, let's start with the easiest maths of all...1 plus 1. Begin" Susie does not start the clock, but watches Rachel sternly as her pupil turns back to the board.*
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Rachel sighs, taking some breaths, intaking the question...
"Well, 1 plus 1 is like in football..." All the while, Rachel's eyes dance up and down Ms. Dent, not even 100% sure she's doing so, or doing it of her own volition. "If we have one goal and score another we get...we get two!" She smiles brightly, jumping up and down a tiny bit with excitement, thinking she got the answer right for a change.
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"Congratulations, Miss Riley. You're now on level footing with a three year old when it comes to maths. You must be so proud."
*Susie watches Rachel jump up and down, enjoying all the parts of Rachel that bounce as she does. Susie steps closer, now just a few feet from Rachel and the whiteboard. Even though her co-host is taller and wearing higher heels than Susie, it feels like Susie is towering over her "student". Susie knows her authority in this situation is absolute and continues to push the hypnotically enhanced submissiveness in Rachel.*
"Now let's try one you can't do on your fingers. 24 plus 33. Begin."
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Rachel, even though taller and in higher heels, almost seems to cower a little bit at Ms. Dent's seemingly enormous presence beside her and the board. She's bent at the knees just a tad, to feel and be smaller than her tutor, she looks at the board and back at Ms. Dent.
"24...plus...33..." she writes on the board, but becomes a little befuddled, trying not to let this become obvious, just scribbling and making thinking noises to make it seem like she's on the right track, but when she's actually not really getting close.
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