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Midway through a sip of her latte, Ash felt her phone buzz against her leg. The cougar savored the caramel against her tongue as she fished the phone out of her pocket, but she had to suppress an urge to squeal in the middle of the coffeeshop when she saw what it was. There, squashed between a reminder of her unread messages from her father and the news feed showing her yet another irrelevant business article, was an icon of a simple eye staring back at her.

Ash had used the app since its alpha days, back when it had been called Sp(eye)ral. Nowadays, it just went by Spiral, with an eye in place of the dot on the letter i. It had been designed after a flourishing of teledildonic apps that let people play anonymously with vibrators or inflatables worn by another person in public. Spiral was hypnofetishists getting in on the game at last. Her copy of Spiral had detected a programmed subject nearby who was interested in playing.

Ash took another sip of her latte as she opened the app. It was set in a default "public mode," which looked like a barebones messaging app that only let you communicate in a nondescript collection of emoji. Only if you had used the app before would you recognize what each of the different emoji was meant to represent. At the moment only a single one was colored in, showing that it was ready to be used. It showed a waving hand. Ash tapped it.

The cougar took a discrete look around the coffeeshop as she had another sip of her latte. Whoever Spiral had paired her with should be getting her "hello" message any second. She saw someone a few tables over fumble for their phone as it buzzed. Ash only caught sight of the fact that it was a caracal and that she was wearing a bright red jacket, before her eyes slid away. She didn't want to alert her potential partner to who was controlling her, not just yet. Part of the fun of the app was the pseudoanonymity. Her own phone was set to silent and didn't even buzz as the caracal's emoji response popped up on screen, a waving hand and then a thumbs-up. She wanted to play.

But Ash was patient. She took another long drawl on her drink and then ambled out of her spot, heading up an ironwork spiral staircase onto a second floor of the coffeeshop. Patrons loved to come up here to people-watch the throngs of local college students as they passed by on the street outside, but Ash found a spot that let her look down into the coffeeshop just as easily, viewing the caracal from an angle that made it unlikely she'd be noticed by her playpal.

Enough waiting. Ash tapped the first trigger, a pulsing heart emoji.

Down below, the caracal, who was holding her phone so that passersby could not see the screen even though it wasn't showing anything naughty, perked up as she received the message. A tremor ran through her body, small enough to be dismissed if you didn't know to look for it. She bit her lip and rolled it as a flame of arousal was triggered deep within her. Her hands reached down as though to adjust the skirt she was wearing, but in reality they clenched into fists in her lap as she was likely resisting the urge to masturbate in public. How sweet.

Ash sat back and enjoyed the caracal's squirming, but also her interesting fashion sense. Against her tan and dusty pelt, she wore a bright red puffy jacket and a coffee brown, almost black beanie. Underneath the unzipped jacket, Ash caught sight of a shirt with traces of pastel pinks and blues. Then there was the skirt, which was kilt-like with a tartan pattern and heavy fabric. And she wore boots, big heavy boots that came up to her knee and had soles an inch thick. She was a shock of colors and patterns that contrasted with Ash's own mono-colored white blouse and slacks.

The cougar watched the caracal take nervous sips of her drink, which looked to be a mocha in a wide cup, as she waited for the next trigger.

Ash obliged. She tapped a trio of sleepy-looking Z's. When the caracal looked at her phone again, this time she set it down and took a deep, calming breath. The trigger wasn't going to put her in trance in public. Spiral was careful about things like that. But it would slow her down a little. Ash didn't want her getting too excited too quickly.

Ash found herself taking nervous sips too. She hadn't noticed at first the little pitter-patter of her heart and the way it thumped in her chest. She hadn't had someone to play with in far too long. The cougar idly let her claws slip in and out. She was nervous and excited, and she always overworked her claws when she was in that kind of mood.

There were lots more tools available on the app now, and she kept scrolling through the options, surprised to see just how many triggers the young caracal had. She must have been an extremely suggestible person. A few emojis were grayed out, indicating that they were unusable at present, probably because they were in too public a space, and it wasn't right to make the caracal run around and quack like a duck. It would be a little too obvious she had been hypnotized, and the whole point of the app was discreteness. But perhaps later.

Except without the quacking like a duck part.

But there was one emoji Ash saw that she really wanted to try right away. It was one of the few emoji's depicting a more sensual object: in this case, a ball gag.

She watched the caracal on the level beneath her as the emoji appeared on her phon. Her ears flicked up in surprise, and her mouth opened, then shut again. She opened it, her lips moved experimentally, but Ash could tell by her reaction, that she couldn't make a sound. She was theoretically if not actually gagged. Ash giggled to herself as she watched the caracal try several more times to speak. She seemed surprised that it worked. Perhaps it was the first time anyone had used that particular trigger on her. With how many she had it was no surprise that some had gone unused.

Ash saw a hand slip underneath the table and then hurriedly be pulled away. She grinned and tapped the pulsing heart emoji again, sending a surge of arousal through the caracal again. She squirmed harder this time and crossed her arms tightly over her chest as if to ward off her own wandering hands.

The cougar considered the posture of the cougar. If she was right, then from the way the other woman's head was lolling lightly and the rocking motion of her torso, she was caught between a purr and a moan, but the gag trigger was making her silent.

Then one of the coffeeshop workers stopped by the caracal's table with a big smile, making the dazed and dreamy girl sit up straight in an instant. He was too far away for the cougar to hear, but she was sure he was asking if the caracal needed anything. Ash watched closely. All the triggers installed by Spiral were designed to have failsafes. They'd stop working in any moment of need. The question was, did the caracal consider this a moment of need? It looked to be no. The caracal gestured with her hands that all was all right and tapped her throat with a mock frown as if she was dealing with a cold. The worker smiled and nodded and slipped away.

As soon as the lad was out of earshot, Ash clicked an "unlocking key" emoji and watched the caracal flush in embarrassment and clasp a hand over her mouth. She had clearly moaned a bit, but caught herself before being too noticeable.

But she didn't give the poor girl any time to recover. The cougar tapped a few more emojis, these ones depicting a leg in a cast. The caracal jumped a little in her seat as her legs were locked into position beneath the table. She reached down and tried tugging and poking at her own limbs, but they stayed firmly limp beneath her. Then she deliberately held her hands back on top of the table and tried to act nonchalant, as if worried she was attracting too much attention.

The cougar grinned to herself and resumed scrolling through the list of available triggers. Again so many of them were grayed out. But then one caught her eye. She almost spilled some of her latte when she saw it was active. She glanced in slight disbelief from the phone in her hand down to the caracal beneath her, who was still squirming slightly with her legs frozen underneath her.

Taking another swig of her drink, she clicked the emoji, which looked like a doll. Then Ash stared closely, leaning over the iron railing with her head rested on her hand, for once not caring if anyone noticed her.

The caracal looked at the phone and a shiver seemed to run over her spine. She straightened up in her seat and stared straight ahead. A warm smile spread across her lips, almost but not completely to the point of looking fake. And her hand that was not holding the phone seemed to curl slightly, as if it was trying to cup and hold onto something but nothing was there. It looked a little odd to the unknowing observer, but to Ash it looked like the caracal was a life-sized doll, poseable by any who walked by.

Ash found herself working her claws again. She held one of them between her teeth to stop herself from worrying it further. The caracal was just sitting still beneath her, breathing slow and staring into nothingness. The sight of it made Ash cross her legs so now she wouldn't be the one to try rubbing herself in public.

A minute passed by and the caracal continued to stare blissfully into nothingness. Another minute and she didn't move. Ash was sure at some point that the caracal would snap out of it. But she kept sitting and breathing.

Ash punched a button on the app, and sent the reset signal to the caracal. The phone buzzed in her hand and she finally broke her statue-like pose to look down, see the reset trigger, and resumed her normal posture. The caracal slumped slightly forward over the table with a blissful look on her face. She had clearly enjoyed the whole experience.

Ash considered and then hit a different button on the app. This one didn't send an emoji-based trigger, but instead sent a request to the caracal to see if she would be amenable to meeting up.

Even from where she was sitting she could see the little warning message pop up on the caracal's phone. Spiral encouraged lots of fun public play, but they also warned all their clients to not get too caught up in the moment and meet a hypnotist just because you could. Spiral's protections didn't extend past the app.

But to the cougar's delight she saw the caracal swipe past the warning and responded back affirmatively. A text message appeared on Ash's phone from "TheStatueOfMonet": "Hi, where are u?"

Ash texted back (as "BlankCanvas"): "Look up."

The caracal, for the first time Ash had seen, looked up to the second floor and stared around, grinning as she saw the cougar waving down at her. Ash tilted her head towards the door and began to make her way towards it. The caracal scrambled to finish off the dregs of her drink and wrap up the last of her sandwich before darting to the exit as well.

They stepped outside together and immediately the caracal stuck out a hand to shake. "I'm Jazz. It's short for Jasmine." She stuffed the final bits of the sandwich into her mouth and swallowed, while still holding out her hand.

"Ash," the cougar said, shaking the offered hand. "Believe it or not, it's just short for Ash."

The caracal giggled. "So, uh..."

"My place?"

"I'd love to!" Jazz blurted. Then she took a half-step back. "Could I just know where it is, and let a friend know?"

Ash rattled off her apartment number and Jazz typed it out.

As she did, Jazz said, "I can't believe I met someone through Spiral so fast."

"How long have you used it?"

The caracal dipped her ears and lowered her voice as if worried they would be overheard on the--currently--quite empty sidewalk. "Oh, I just did the induction one--no, two--weekends back. I've always been interested in hypnosis, but just never realized there was such an opportunity, you know?"

Ash tried not to let her surprise show. She'd used Spiral a few times, and most people took months to respond that well to the triggers. Jazz must be very suggestible indeed. "Come on," she said. "It's not far." She walked in long direct strides and Jazz had to hurry to keep up. As they went, they chatted. Ash was a senior in performance art. Her interests hypnotically were pretty standard, except that she liked mixing it with her major. Not roleplay, mind you, she made that very clear as they rode the elevator up the high-rise to Ash's apartment. She wanted to be art, not just play a role.

That gave Ash a lot to think on.

The cougar did enjoy the way Jazz silently oohed and aahed over the apartment complex. Of course, she probably lived in a dorm or some crappy little apartment next to campus. Ash had lived in similar things when she was that age. Now she could afford better, and did.

The caracal's jaw dropped when they entered. It was a spacious two-story apartment with a living area on the first floor and her bedroom in a loft above. Large floor-to-ceiling windows dominated one side of the apartment, looking out over the city.

While the caracal was staring at it all, the cougar snuck in a quick kiss to her cheek, which made the caracal blush fiercely and flatten her ears.

As the caracal stuttered and stammered, Ash just said, "So to be clear, you're comfortable with sex?"

"U-uh, yeah. Absolutely!"

Ash smiled, holding her phone where the other woman couldn't see it. She opened up a pre-made spiral on the Spiral app and with a flick of her fingers, cast it onto the large TV in the living room. Immediately a gentle pulsing whorl of colors filled the room and Ash started to drift towards it. Very suggestible indeed, Ash thought.

Ash sauntered almost lazily over to the wall of windows. The cougar hummed to herself as she drew the blinds. Spiral said to give several minutes for full induction so she did that. She finished off her latte and nibbled on a few pieces of cheese and meat she had left out. All the while the caracal stood in the living room, staring into the spiral and swaying, her eyes unfocused on the center of the screen. When enough time had gone past (Ash likened it to the time it took a French press to brew), the cougar stepped up beside her and whispered into her ear, "Tell me the thoughts in your mind."

"My body is a forest," the caracal whispered back in monotone. "My mind is a lake. My thoughts are ripples on the water, fading into mist."

Ash smiled. The Spiral app encouraged subjects to come up with the most calming and mind-blanking setting they could. Jazz's setting had an appropriately artsy description.

"Are you comfortable with me undressing you?" The cougar asked.

"Completely," the caracal said with an almost sigh.

The cougar purred softly and stepped in closer until she felt the caracal's puffy jacket pressing against her. The first thing she did was to remove Jazz's coffee-brown beanie. She set it aside and ran her fingers through the fur on top of the caracal's head. Jazz had a little spike in her fur towards the middle. Ash ran a claw over it and teased a thumb up the long ear until she could play with the tuft at the end of it. The caracal remained so deeply entranced she did not even flick her ears in response.

Next came the jacket and the shirt. Ash was somewhat surprised, given how ostentatious most of Jazz's clothes were, that her bra was simple and plain white. But that was quickly discarded with the others.

Ash wrapped her arms around the caracal from behind and cupped one breast in each hand. "Arousal," she whispered into the other woman's ears.

The caracal took a deep breath and when she let it out it came with a low rumbling purr. Ash could feel the nipples stiffen under her touch.

Ash pulled down Jazz's skirt and underwear, leaving them atop of her enormous boots. Those took more time, with Ash on her knees trying to work the shoestrings loose. It didn't matter to the hypnotized caracal who continued to sway. With her head low, Ash was surprised to scent the caracal's desire still tangy in the air.

Finally Ash had the boots loose enough and commanded the caracal to lift one leg at a time, which she obediently did.

With the last of the clothes discarded, Jazz stood completely naked in the cougar's apartment. Ash took the time to admire her, walking about her in a slow circle and occasionally reaching out to run a finger through her fur or pinch a well-presented butt. She ran a finger down the caracal's belly, then down past to massage her clit and further to feel the puffy labia under her fingers. Oh yes, the caracal was quite wet.

The cougar slipped upstairs and recovered a few toys from her bedroom, stripping naked herself as she did so, although she took no ceremony with it as she had with the caracal, and just tossed the clothes in a heap in the corner. When she arrived back in the living room, she slid a medium-sized bullet vibe into the caracal's sex, pushing it in deep with her thumb before telling Jazz to hold on tight to it. She felt the sex clench around the vibe and her thumb as she pulled the latter out.

She tested the device to make sure it worked properly, turning on a separate control app for the vibe on her phone as she suckled the juices clean from her thumb. Sure enough, it started buzzing deep and slow. She flicked it back off. Everything was all set.

The cougar stood up straight in between the caracal and the screen, so that the image of the spiral framed her upper body. "Good kitten," she said with a quiet purr. "My words become thoughts, echoing in the forest of your body and rippling in the lake of your mind."

A visible shiver ran up the caracal's body. "Your words echo... echo... echo..."

"You," Ash said sharply and pointed directly to the other woman's head, "are living art. When I snap my fingers and say a single clear word, you will immediately become a representation of that word as it echoes over and over and over again within the forest of your body and the lake of your mind."

Ash reached out and snapped her fingers. "Desire."

The effect on Jazz was immediate. Gone was the blissful blank unfocused look and in its place was one of fierce determination. She took a sudden step forward, shifting her weight onto the front leg.

Then she froze again.

Ash stepped around her, impressed. The caracal had one hand veeing her sex wide, while her other hand was stretched out with a beckoning crooked finger. But what surprised Ash most of all was the look on the caracal's face. So far, everything that Ash had seen about Jazz would make her describe the younger woman as... bubbly. Right now she was anything but. She was determined, she wanted, she lusted, she desired.

Ash turned the vibrator on to its lowest setting before falling back onto an expansive chair and sliding one of her other toys home, a thick dildo. She held it deep within her, shuddering and enjoying the feeling of fullness it brought as she stared at the statue-like caracal. The feeling of power and control made her tremble and she ground the dildo in and out a bit.

Before long Ash could feel the heat and desire rising in herself. It was time to change the display. She reached out and snapped her fingers again. "Passion," she said.

Jazz's long arms folded around herself. She stood tall with her legs crossed at the ankle as if unable to contain the need from within her hips. She clutched at her own pelt, claws pricking herself, and her head rolled to one side, her lips parted in a silent moan.

The caracal was an impressive actor. If Ash couldn't see that the woman was clearly alone, she would have believed that there was a third person in the room, pushing their fingers deep into her. She was almost tempted to take that role herself, but instead she kicked the vibe up to medium and started to thrust the dildo in and out of herself. Her head fell back against the seat and her eyes fell shut. This lasted for about three deep thrusts of the dildo before she remembered the beautiful sight awaiting her and she looked back at the caracal. She stared intently at the naked woman, watching the way her legs started to tremble and her lip moved ever so slightly. The position she held wasn't terribly awkward. That was clearly a tremble of need. As deep and suggestible as the caracal was, her own desires were starting to affect her.

So Ash reached out and snapped her fingers again. "Ecstasy."

The caracal dropped to the floor as if she were a puppet whose strings had been cut. Ash almost jumped from her chair, worried that she had injured herself, but she had merely slid onto her back on the floor. She thrust her hips up lewdly. One finger was on her clit, while her other hand cupped a breast. Her mouth was open in a silent yowl and her eyes shut tight. Her knees were spread wide as if she were just cresting orgasm.

Ash bit her lip and kicked the vibe up to its maximum setting. She could see the caracal's legs quaking and hear the way her breath caught in her throat only to be let out in shuddering gasps. Ash's own pleasure was momentarily forgotten. She just clenched tight around the dildo as she watched and listened to the caracal as she had a near silent orgasm. The signs of climax were there even as they remained muted from the deep trance. Juices dripped from her sex and her tongue lolled out of her mouth. Then the caracal breathed deep and sighed, the only sound in the room was her contented voice.

And a deep buzz.

Ash belatedly remembered to turn the vibe off now that Jazz had crested and focused back on her own pleasure. She had been so enraptured by the entranced feline that it took her very little extra stimulation to get off, thrusting the dildo into herself as she squirmed on the chair.

She took a moment to breathe and then set the toy aside. She stepped over to the caracal and picked her up off the floor, helping her to stand and look back into the spiral once more. She clicked a button on the app and the spiral pulsed in a way it hadn't before, beginning its reawakening sequence. After about two minutes, it blinked out and the caracal shook herself. Jazz looked down to herself and then over to the cougar, a wide smile on her face. "That was great."

"Shower?" Ash offered.

"Please! And then, maybe some more of that?"

Ash laughed, but she didn't say no.

Jazz ended up playing until dinnertime when she had to go home and finish off her homework. Ash finally pulled back the curtains and munched on food as the sun set.

As she cleaned up the dishes, she got a buzz from her phone. It was the Spiral app again.

"User TheStatueOfMonet has rated you as a 5-star hypnotist and is interested in sharing contact information so you can play more in the future. Would you like to share your contact information as well?"

Ash clicked yes without a second thought, and then she sat down and started thinking of how to use her sexy living art piece next.