Hypnosis, Relationships, Social Issues

this rest of the thread continues after the third tweet from the reblog.

like THE FULL THREAD is genuinely so reassuring.

sometimes, it is not enough to just know, sometimes you might need that reassurance of "do you really think of me when i'm away?" and someone reassuring you that yeah, they do. and evaluate that! trust that! just like op did.

and then learning that ykw, it's NOT any of my business really. and finding comfort in that trust that like. whether they are or aren't thinking of me, they really do love me.

"I… I think you should go." It wasn't exactly the most forceful way to tell Madison to leave, and certainly it was far from the kind of snappy comeback Olivia had hoped for, but her wits were dulled by the constant throb of lust between her legs and she was too busy reminding herself what a mistake it would be to shove her hand down the front of her pants to come up with anything smarter. Or more insistent, which was kind of a problem because even though Madison shut the door to Olivia's dorm room it was with her still on the inside and the vivacious blonde didn't look even slightly apologetic about her continued presence. If anything, she looked amused by Olivia's attempt at defiance.

"No you don't," she intoned, and Olivia put out a hand to steady herself as the tone of cool command in the other woman's voice made her cunt spasm in undisguised lust. "You don't think at all when it's just the two of us, Liv, and we both know it. You don't think because you just keep getting wetter and wetter, and wet girls are weak girls and weak girls are horny girls and horny girls are hypnotized girls so what's happening to you right now, Liv?" The answer popped instantly into Olivia's head, and even though she managed to stop herself from saying it the sheer conditioned immediacy of the response made her fingers twitch with the desire to masturbate. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she ceded vast amounts of her mental real estate in favor of simply keeping her hand away from her pussy.

But she couldn't keep herself from jamming her hand down her pants and keep her mind from sliding into deep trance and keep herself from answering Madison's question all at the same time--it was like spinning plates, a constant dance of divided attention and continuous effort on too many fronts to hold, and Olivia heard herself mumble, "I'm being… hypnotized…." in slurred and sleepy tones that sounded like they were coming from someone else entirely. That just made Olivia's clit swell and pulse even harder, because one of Madison's many convincers was the sound of Olivia's own mesmerized voice and the moment she heard it she dropped deeper, but she told herself it would be fine so long as she didn't give in and masturbate. She could still hold onto herself so long as she held that line.

Which was what made it so utterly demoralizing when Madison murmured, "That's my good girl," and the surge of slick, hot pleasure that met those words finally made her notice her own finger skating back and forth against her throbbing clit. Olivia tried to refocus her gaze, to look down at the waistband of her jeans to see if she'd really shoved her hand into her pants so she could rub herself stupid for Madison… again… but she couldn't figure out how to make her fluttery eyelids open or to keep her eyes from rolling straight back until only the whites showed and there was just too much urgency to her arousal to unpack all the confusing events of the last few minutes. The only thing Olivia clearly understood was that she needed to cum, and surrendering to Madison would make it happen.

That was what eventually broke her, and Olivia shuddered and moaned and leaned heavily on the desk as her own rubbing fingers took away the last of her will in a burst of culminating pleasure. She might have managed to snap out of it then, taking advantage of that moment of post-nut clarity to shake her trance, but Madison was already right behind her and the confident blonde's hands were already sliding up under Olivia's shirt to play with her small, pert titties, and that just reminded Olivia of too many trances to count. She slipped away into deep hypnosis, and Madison guided her over to the bed to begin yet another session of reinforcement that would leave Olivia that much weaker for the next time… and the next, and the next, and the next.