Life couldn’t go any better for Roxanne Prince she had managed to score a full scholarship to her college of choice. Her classes were going great, she had made some good friends and after try-outs she even managed to score a place on the track team. Not that it was that much of a surprise. Afterall Roxanne had always been an excellent sprinter, her body was basically built for it. While she was rather short standing only at about 5’2” she had long legs for her length, legs that had a nice tone to them due to her years of hard work. Her butt while looking kind of bubbly was very firm, the only thing that could have been better in her opinion were her breasts. They were about a handful each but with the right bra they looked decent for her frame.
Apart from her athletic fit body she was also blessed with a natural beauty. She had a spotless pale complexion, steely blue eyes and dark brown hair that almost always seemed to fall in a perfect wave cascading down her back. Unlike most girls Roxanne never wore makeup unless it was for a very special occasion and even then she kept things minimal not that you could blame her she didn’t need makeup to look good at all.
On top of all that Roxanne had a very kind and out going personality that seemed to charm almost everyone. It is needless to say that she was a very popular girl getting along with everyone. Well almost everyone, she didn’t get along all that great with her roommate and her friends. Moving out here she had hoped to have a dorm to herself. Sadly the college had a very strict policy about housing and to help with the integration of their first year students they were all put into two person dorms at random. This had been a bummer for her, but she decided to make most of it. Afterall the dorms were more like small apartments. Each room had a kitchen, livingroom and a bathroom along with a room for each student so there definitely was privacy.
The only problem was the girl she was paired up with, Savannah. She was pretty much what one would describe as the bad stereotype of a black woman. She was loud, obnoxious and had some kind of superiority complex. Roxanne particularly hated how Savannah acted like she owned the place without a single regard to her. On top of that she had a particularly strong body odour. Apart from showering more often, which to be fair she already did every day, there was nothing Savannah could do about it and Roxanne would have just sucked it up if it hadn’t been for the way Savannah left her dirty laundry all over the place.
They were both polar opposites, where Roxanne was kind Savannah was rather rude and aggressive to everyone. She also was quite intimidating standing at almost 6-foot-tall with quite a full-figured body she was more imposing than most guys. Her black braided hair gave her pudgy face a rather mean look. Not that she minded at all, Roxanne suspected that she actually enjoyed annoying people. After Roxanne’s complaint about the dirty laundry the issue had only seemed to grow worse and once she figured out that Roxanne really hated being called Roxy that was the only name she chose to use for her.
Not knowing what else to do Roxanne had tried to just ignore Savannah as much as she possibly could. Not an easy feat considering how loud the girl usually was. Savannah on the other hand seemed to do just about anything to get an annoyed reaction out of her roommate.
Today had just been a normal day for Roxanne, she had gone to her classes and had had time to grab coffee with some of her friends since there wasn’t any track practice on Wednesday. It was around 6 PM when she made it back to the dorm fully planning on making herself a sandwich before retreating to her room to study for the test she had tomorrow morning. Depending on how smooth studying went she could maybe even reward herself with another episode of the latest series she got into before heading to bed.
Upon entering the dorm, she was immediately greeted by the sight of her roommate sitting on the couch stuffing her mouth with chips while watching a series on a way too high volume not even batting an eye to her arrival. She was sitting on the only spot that didn’t have any laundry on the couch. Normally Roxanne would have just rolled her eyes and carried on with her day but not this time. Savannah was pushing the limits of acceptable clothing with her white tank and the navy-blue boy shorts that seemed to be a snug fit on her huge butt. This wasn’t all that exceptional expect for the neon pink knee-high socks that almost seemed to glow with brightness that seemed to catch Roxanne’s eye, more exactly the soles of her roommates’ feet that were put up on the coffee table.
Each sole had a strange design on them, a design Roxanne couldn’t quite wrap her head around, it was kind of like a whole assortment of colours aligned in a spiralling pattern. The pattern seemed very complex, there was just something about it that she couldn’t quite put her finger on and so she kept staring at her roommates’ soles. Somehow the design was so intriguing and with each passing second, she had a feeling like she would understand what it meant and yet that moment never came.
In the mean time Savannah was smirking to herself. She really couldn’t believe these socks were actually working. She had laughed at the woman trying to sell them to her claiming that they were some kind of hypnotic socks or something like that. Right like something so absurd could exist, yet the thought alone had made her buy them anyway, just imagine the things she could do with this and if it didn’t work she still had a cool pair of socks. Afterall they were pretty cheap, so it certainly couldn’t hurt to try it out and who better to mess with than that stupid perfect roommate of hers? The idea alone had kept her excited all afternoon and now it looked like this was really working. Why else would her roommate be staring at her soles for about 10 minutes straight already?
The instructions that came with the socks had predicted this would happen, it was something to do with the complexity of the pattern on the soles which the human mind simply couldn’t understand. It went on in great detail about what the cause of this was and all other sorts of mumbo jumbo and warnings that didn’t interest Savannah at all. The only thing she cared about was how to plant that post hypnotic command which it seems was quite simple. The subject would keep staring at the pattern trying to figure it out until someone called them out of it. If you called them out of it with a statement about them the subject would accept this statement without thought as the answer to the pattern after which it would stick as a post hypnotic command. They wouldn’t be aware of this process afterwards making it perfect to reuse. It is however advised to wait a day or two to reuse this trick since it might not work otherwise since the subject might just think back to the earlier statement as the answer and thus break the staring cycle themselves.
Savannah really was intrigued to see her roommate just stare at her soles, it served the bitch right finally she was doing something useful with her time she thought with a mean smile. After observing the scene in front of her for a while she eventually just went back to watching her series. It was an episode later that she finally turned her attention back to Roxanne who was still staring at her soles. After enjoying the sight for a bit longer and snapping a few pictures she finally went over to her well-rehearsed line. “wow, you really can’t help but stare at my soles Roxanne.”
As if on que Roxanne blinked a few times muttering a confused “euhm yeah of course” before walking to the kitchen to make her sandwich as though this had never happened at all. While Savannah stayed smirking on the couch thinking about how perfect this had gone Roxanne had a small panic attack looking at the clock on the oven 19:24 where had all that time gone? One thing was for sure, she better get studying right now or she might not be able to get a good night’s sleep. With that in mind she headed to her room eating her sandwich along the way.
For the remainder of the evening Roxanne stayed in her room finishing her studies just in time for a healthy sleeping pattern, she didn’t have any more time to watch one of her series though unaware that she had instead spend that time staring at the soles of her roommates’ new socks.
Savannah spend her time wondering if the socks had actually worked, sure up until now everything had gone according to what the document said but she had yet to see if her statement would stick or not. Sure it was only a small suggestion but it was a worthy test case having her roommate stare at her soles constantly would certainly be funny especially with how Savannah planned to make her feel embarrassed about it. The given suggestion would also help solidify her control eventually. If Roxanne felt the urge to look at her soles anyway then she certainly would fall back into another staring session wit the hypnotic socks sooner or later. No matter what, the socks had already been well worth the money just for having had that perfect roommate of her stare at her soles for over an hour.
With a smile on her face Savannah masturbated herself to sleep imagining all the fun she could have with her new socks. One thing was certain she would be careful in picking her words, so Roxanne would never actually enjoy all the things to come. Afterall what would be the fun in that? No Roxanne would pay for all her complaining and nagging, how dare she complain about the dirty laundry?
The following morning Roxanne was surprised to find her roommate already up, usually Savannah slept late only waking up sometime after Roxanne had already ventured off to class. She certainly didn’t seem to care to much about her academics at all. “good morning Roxy” she said with a Cheshire grin that gave Roxanne the creeps. It looked like she was up to something but there was no telling what. “morning Savannah” she says back casually just to be polite before making her coffee and pouring a bowl of cereal otherwise ignoring her roommate.
Like always there was a big fashion gap between the two of them while Roxanne tried dressing fashionably wearing a white crop top, a black flared out skater skirt with suspenders, black sheer pantyhose and a pair of white sneakers. Savannah preferred way to colourful outfits that were totally unflattering for her body or just plain comfort clothes. This morning she was wearing another whit tank top, black leggings that were stretched enough to appear slightly see trough and a pair of white ankle socks.
Neither of them said a word as Roxanne spooned up her breakfast while sipping her coffee as she repeated what she had studied yesterday in her mind. Savannah got up seemingly to get something but as soon as she stood by Roxanne’s side she leaned on the table and lifted her foot to scratch the sole. A movement that drug her roommates’ eyes towards her sole instantly. She kept scratching for a minute before looking straight at Roxanne.
“Is there something wrong with my sock?” she asks casually.
Roxanne who seems completely caught off guard instantly starts blushing while stammering “n…no, I was just day dreaming”
“sureeee you were Roxy” Savannah replies in a sarcastic tone which only seemed to make Roxanne even more embarrassed as she just continued quickly eating her breakfast, so she could head out. She realised that she had indeed been staring at her roommate’s soles although she couldn’t explain why. God this was embarrassing of course Savannah just had to notice. With red cheeks Roxanne finished her breakfast and packed her back rushing out without another word. She really hoped to just forget about any off this as she strolled towards her test.
Once she was gone Savannah started laughing out loud, those socks surely had done a number on poor Roxy. She couldn’t wait to see what she could accomplish with those socks in time, but they had definitely proven to work. This was the best thing ever Savannah thought as she made herself some bacon for breakfast actually singing from joy.
Over the course of the day the memory of what happened this morning luckily faded away from Roxanne’s mind. Her test went great as usual and the rest of her day continued as usual. On the rare quiet moments however, she couldn’t help but think back to what had happened this morning. Her track practice proved to be a great distraction at least. By the time she headed back to the dorm she felt rejuvenated. She was still wearing her black sports leggings with the matching sports bra and her hair in a high ponytail as she entered the empty dorm. Savannah didn’t seem to be home yet, which was a relief meaning she could shower in peace.
Heading out of the shower she entered the livingroom in just a new pair of panties and a bathrobe letting her hair dry to the air as she put on one of her series. She had to scrape some of Savannahs dirty laundry to the side with a pillow the thought of actually having to touch it making her skin crawl. God that woman was a pig she thought before losing herself to the distraction of the series.
Somewhere midway the second episode Savanah came home. Judging from the strappy formfitting purple dress and the silver high heeled pumps she was wearing Roxanne judged that she must have gone out to dinner with her friends. Afterall 10 pm was still to early to return from clubbing. Ignoring her roommate, she just carried on watching her series. At least until she picked up a faint acrid, cheesy smell only to look over and notice Savannah had taken off her pumps and rested her feet covered in black sheer shiny nylon on the coffee table. They smelled awful even this far away she thought as she studied the shiny looking soles of her roommates’ feet. They looked so meaty hell they even barely hand an arch left. Feet were gross by standard, but Savannahs feet weren’t even nice looking compared to others like her own. Then why the hell had she be staring at them this morning?
This question kept on repeating in her head as she looked at the soles with disgust. At least until Savannah spoke up once more. “Hey Roxy, if you are just going to look at my soles all evening then would you mind giving me the remote, so I don’t have to keep watching that stupid show of yours. Since you seem to like my feet so much I might even let you take a closer look in return” she says extending her foot towards Roxanne and wiggling her toes while laughing out loud.
Roxanne’s cheeks seem to turn an even brighter red as she is caught once more. She was just trying to figure out what happened this morning right? Well that was kind of hard to defend since noticing the progress in her series she must have been studying Savannahs feet for about 10 minutes. Mortified Roxanne just rushes towards her room cursing herself under her breath. Again? How could she have let this happen again? She thought. A question that would keep her pondering most of the night.