*giggles*

"Um… so I know this sounds silly, but, uh… I think I'm stuck." Gillian squirmed in her seat, trying hard not to acknowledge the faint but undeniable heat between her legs as she looked up at Dora with an expression of sheepish helplessness on her face. Somehow the lanky brunette had assumed an air of potent authority within the last few minutes, transformed from a vaguely comical figure to a smoldering, confident temptress with a power over Gillian she couldn't refute, and it made her feel weak and whimpery and just a tiny bit turned on in ways she knew she wouldn't be able to act on before she had to finish getting dressed for the party. Assuming Dora let her up, which felt decidedly uncertain at the moment.

Dora leaned over her, a sinful smile on her face. "You're stuck, hmm?" she purred, obviously reveling in every moment of Gillian's squirming helplessness. "But I thought you said hypnosis didn't work on you, babe. I thought you said my suggestions would run right off your mind like water down a duck's back." Gillian blushed faintly, realizing in the moment that she didn't exactly remember what Dora's suggestions were--there was a point where the other woman was talking, and then a point where Gillian's eyelids were fluttering open, and everything between those two points was a pleasant haze. Her legs spread a bit wider, and she was disconcerted to discover that she couldn't bring them back together again.

"W-well, obviously I was… was wrong," Gillian stammered, amazed by how much the admission turned her on, "and we, uh, we can talk about that later but right now I need you to let me up so I can finish getting dressed. Please." Gillian's nipples tented the violet fabric of her sheer dress; she'd already decided that this outfit was far too daring, she'd meant to go and change, but then Dora steered the conversation into a boast about her hypnotic talents and Gillian had allowed herself to be goaded into this foolish challenge. And judging by the way Dora looked at her, a skimpy backless dress and a pair of satin panties was about as clothed as the other woman wanted her.

As if to prove the point, Dora reached in and rubbed Gillian's cunt through her panties, eliciting a tiny grunt of arousal from Gillian despite her best efforts to remain silent. "And what if I don't want to go to the party, hmm?" she asked, watching Gillian's auburn hair tumble across her shoulders as the gasping, whimpering woman let her head loll back in ecstasy. "What if I just want to stay here, playing with my new toy until she begs me to hypnotize her again because orgasms feel so much better in deep, deep trance?" The way she intoned those last few words made Gillian's eyes roll back in her head, and she realized with a start that some part of her craved the insidious bliss of blank, mindless obedience. It felt dangerous, but at the same time impossibly thrilling to be so close to such a total defeat.

"I, uh, I, uh, um," Gillian fumbled, all too aware that her legs could keep spreading wider but never close. "I, uh, we, we can t-talk about this later?" The last word came out in a girlish squeak, tugged from her by a particularly firm caress that landed right over her clit, and Gillian knew that whether they wound up going or not she was still going to spend the whole evening lost in fantasies of being taken like this. The end of the night was already set in stone, and it involved surrendering to Dora's hypnotic voice… and it would only be the first of many.

Once you become aware of it, you become unable to stop thinking about it. You want the dominant strong-willed person you've been thinking about to break through your mind's barrier and implant their own thoughts into your fragile little psyche.

It only gets worse once they've had their claws in your head. The first time you come up from a trance, with the marks still fresh in your broken mind, you will look them in the eyes and you will love them. It won't last, it's like a hit of dopamine and it will fade. But you will have that craving, that addiction. You will want it more.

Every time the conditioning is triggered, you feel the lure back to their altar, to sit upon it once more and offer yourself wholly and fully to them. In payment they will take another piece of your mind and shape it to be their own. Not that you'll notice, all these new thoughts feel very much like your own.

And before you know it, you will love them. They will be your everything.

To many ideas in your head. Want to stop worrying.

Intoducing the bimbo chip.