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“You can of course draw my focus to any shiny trinket of your choice, but do that too much and I just genuinely miss whatever suggestion you wanted to put into my head.” She couldn’t resist smirking a bit at that and he had the decency to blush. To be fair, he genuinely had picked a very nice pocket watch. Turned out even the most overused props sometimes were still genuinely nice to look at for her. The poor guy however had spent far too long rambling on before she took pity on him and let him know he had completely missed the point and nothing he said stuck in her mind at all.

She made sure he got a good look at her butt, seductively swaying her hips a bit to add some life to her explanation: “Playing with your subby thrall’s memory is a really hot button to press, but I can’t obey an order I genuinely do not remember. That’s what so many people don’t get. Of course I will on some level realize what I am doing.” Her chest felt a bit colder than a minute ago, but she knew it didn’t matter. What did matter was that he now seemed to actually follow her logic. Whatever got his attention, she really wanted to grab and squeeze some more use out of it. “And of course don’t get me started on just how many people have read exactly one comic all their life and now know against any evidence to the contrary that a person’s limits would just give way as soon as someone is a bit dazed.” She rolled her eyes, which brought to mind the weirdest image of the silly, cheap ahegao porn her last hypnotist always wanted to recreate with her before she not so subtly showed him the door. Gosh, how did her hypnotists always end up believing that could get her to simply stand there, blankly rolling her eyes and letting her tongue roll out of her open, inviting wet mouth? Carly could have sworn even he said something about being into that. She tried to imagine his fantasies. How she would look like, topless and for all accounts looking brainless as well, her eyes rolling in a desperate attempt to focus on where her mind once was, her pink tongue and helplessly wide open mouth letting the remnants of her own decisions drip onto her chest as he told her how to please him. Against her own reasoning she caught herself clenching her legs, feeling lightheaded at the idea she had readily dismissed as perverted nonsense mere minutes ago. Would she make him hard if she played out his wish, no matter how ridiculous the idea was that she could be hypnotized to do so?

She blinked the image away and smiled awkwardly as for some reason she felt a bit of drool on her chin. Weird, sure... But there were more important things to focus on.

“A good hypnotist always is aware that their sub is a willing participant – especially when they both say they are not. The amount of preparation that goes into genuinely creating the feeling of helpless compliance is so much more than just waving a sparkly thing in front of someone’s face for a few minutes. Though I don’t blame you for maybe having had a plan of going there with me. Later.” She winked at the words. It really sounded like a fun future idea. Nevermind that it had been years since her last mistress really brought out her helplessly devoted side. Carly almost sighed, but that was that and today was today. Times changed and Hugh really had done a lot of his homework before this evening. He just was newer to it than her, and thus expectedly overeager. Who could blame him? She knew she was craving hot hypnosis kink and the feeling of being genuinely mind controlled so much that it hurt having to give him The Talk. But he seemed willing to listen. He seemed completely appreciative of the way she swayed her hips for him, turning to really make sure he got a good look. The more she enticed him, the more this important lesson would stick. A loud smack accompanied by a sudden painful warm sensation in her butt wasn’t enough to distract her. She could ignore it and simply moved on to playfully pout, wrapping a strand of her long hair around her finger. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting the cute girl you flirt with to be your mindless obedient wet dream for the evening, but that only works if she’s on board with it, you know?”

Her eyes never really left his face for too long. His pocket watch was pretty and she loved the idea of being conditioned to those a lot anyway, but his eyes looked like they were made for captivating the minds and will of many a beautiful, buxom wet plaything. She’d have to try and subtly nudge him towards dropping the tools he was so insistent on and just pin her down with a good intense stare. Just the thought had her squirm and absentmindedly run her fingers over her skin. Thank goodness she could hide this excitement by circling her crotch with one hand. She’d be so much less convincing if he saw her get off on her own silly fantasies while trying to make him understand he needed more creativity than the average person to turn her on.

Granted, the fact that a lot of those fantasies featured ways for her to be exactly that kind of easy and quick to fall didn’t exactly help. But she managed. And all that while flinging a few pieces of unnecessary fabric somewhere out of her reach.

“So even though you probably at least for a moment pictured me on my back for you, that’s not going to happen, big guy. My boyfriend really wouldn’t like that.”

He nodded with the kind of shy yet also cheeky smile that had caught her interest back when she first caught him showing an interest in hypnosis. The kind that said he knew exactly what kind of trouble she was talking about and still entertained thoughts of being able to outsmart her. Jeez, why were these nerdy smartypants types the kind of guys that got her going?

“I’m serious!” But she let his smirk coax a chuckle out of her as well as she leaned over and grabbed one of the cushions next to him. It landed on the ground with a sort of soft thudding noise that got her thinking about falling, and thinking about falling got her needy and submissive. And being needy and submissive were fantastic things to be at basically any time other than when telling a really cute hypno-kinky guy: “Fucking me, yes, even stripping me is totally off limits for you. In fact, as much as you may think I am into getting my mind changed, I assure I love it at least twice as much. And I still am going to beat you up if you tell me to do anything sexual tonight. And I’ll even throw in a nice hearty kick right to the best of places if you suggest that actually I never said that, okay?”

He was vigorously nodding before she even finished her sentence, which made her think maybe she overdid the warning just a touch. “Relax, I wouldn’t have followed you to your hotel room if I thought you were the type to do that. I trust you completely... I’m just covering all my bases, you know?”

It was fun how much a cushion under her knees could make a difference when she looked up at her partners. Positioning really was a powerful influence sometimes. If she imagined him giving her a confident, mesmerizing look while she was on her knees on the cushion she dropped, she almost could see herself compromising on what she just said. She hated the very idea of playing with a guy’s cock, but not enough to not tingle when fantasizing that a deeply enchanting voice compelled her to do it anyway.

“You can give it your best shot. All I really need you to keep in mind is that even the most arousing inductions you can think of still won’t make me forget that the only one who gets to be served sexually by me is my boyfriend. No matter if it sounds kinky to say you could have me so wrapped around your finger that I readily give in to you..”

He nodded so sincerely his hand even waved through the air in front of her face. Carly smiled and pushed out her full chest proudly, despite her eyes fluttering heavily from the sudden confusion of trying to follow the motion. What had she been saying? Oh, of course!

“Just because I’m single doesn’t mean I will jump at the chance to let you brainwash me into your purring sex kitten in our first session.” When she saw his expression, she felt the impish temptation to add: “Maybe by the third or fourth. Who knows?”

The slightest twitch of his eye brows betrayed his surprise. She winked before no longer being able to hold back a chuckle. “Chill, dude. I’m not so brainlessly horny simply from talking about being entranced by you that I would already think about repeatedly getting trained into your secret submissive toy. Not yet, at least. But the night is young!”

The way his eyes lit up at that was really endearing. He fidgeted and waved with his hands in the air, but Carly was too busy humping the fabric of the cushion beneath her to do more than stare at him doe eyed and long for him to pull the watch back out. She craved the feeling of watching it blur the rest of the world, creating a path for his words from her ears straight down between her legs. She didn’t just want it anymore, now that she stopped to think. No, she urgently, wantonly needed to feel that way again. And again. Anytime, anywhere. And there he was, embodying the perfect ticket for her to switch her mind off and just dissolve all of her decisions in a hot, slick, receptive trance again, opening up to him completely as often as he told her to. She didn’t even bother trying to stifle her moan.

“Just know that there is no way to use hypnosis to make someone do something they don’t want,” she panted, hoping he would appreciate her taking the time to give him pointers. “No matter how wet trance might make me, I won’t be swayed to do what I really don’t ever do. So if you were counting on me getting you hard tonight, sorry, you’re not getting that. If you’re fine with that though, I could be convinced to do anything you…”

His patience snapped. And so did his fingers. Carly gasped, bored out of her mind by how much he had been talking. When the only really important thing was right in front of her. She whined loud enough to cut him off, pressing her face right up against his crotch. The smell was overwhelming, effortlessly choking any attempt at thoughts. And while she was a bit sorry that it effectively made all his efforts go to waste, anything he tried to tell her went in one ear and out the other, completely forgotten so she could obey only her own innermost compulsions.

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