Jenna's Surprised by Another Trigger
"You know what I really love about hypnosis?" Mark asked, reaching out to casually grope Jenna's tits through the fabric of her t-shirt. "It's the next few days. Like, once you get inside a woman's head and start messing with her mind, it's just this non-stop series of surprised looks and wet pussies and weak little whimpers of helpless arousal, right, honey?" Jenna tried to say something, some cutting insult that would knock the older man down a few pegs and let him know he wasn't as suave and confident as he thought he was… but the second his hand closed around her breast, her arms began to rise up into the air all on their own and the only thing that escaped her lips was a meek, tiny mewl of astonishment.
"That's right, babe," Mark chuckled. "Just like that." His fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh of her lush, heavy tits, and Jenna's gaze rapidly flicked back and forth between his casually possessive objectification of her body and the bizarre, bewildering spectacle of her own hands clasping together over her head and knotting so tightly that she instinctively knew she couldn't possibly pull them apart without help. Her divided attention barely even noticed him murmuring, "You're such a good little subject and you didn't even know it, and now that you're finding out it's making you so wet, isn't it, sweetie?"
Jenna wanted to lie. She really did. She wanted to change the subject, she wanted to tell Mark that the party had been over two days ago and every other guest but him had gone home and he wasn't allowed to just crash at their house for the whole weekend simply because he'd done some cool stuff with hypnosis on Friday night. But… but god, his fingers were right there on her nipples, and Jenna had such big, sensitive nipples, and her feet felt like they were rooted to the floor and her hands couldn't pull apart and her panties were the only thing she had on from the waist down. And they were in the middle of betraying her. "Yes, sir," she whimpered, her voice high and breathy like a contrite schoolgirl. "I'm a good hypnotic subject and it's making me so wet."
Mark's eyes sparkled with warm praise, the exact same look he gave Jenna on Friday night when he was first waking her up from the trance that initially put her into his power. She suddenly realized she didn't even know who invited him, but then he pinched her nipple and she forgot the revelation all over again in her struggle to hold herself upright. "That's my good girl," he purred, and Jenna's eyes went from flicking up and down and up and down to just rolling back in her head in pure, white-hot ecstasy. She never knew she could cum just from having her tits played with, but Mark was right. The last few days had been full of surprises.
"Anyway, I hope you don't mind if I stay a little while longer," Mark added, his playful voice giving the lie to the entire pretense of choice Jenna was rapidly abandoning. "I like this communal living thing you've got going on, and I know this is going to shock you but you're not even the best subject in the group. I think with another week or two I can get you girls fully trained, and then who knows what kind of fun we can have at the next party, right?" Jenna couldn't help giving him a simpering nod in reply… and if there was a part of her that dreaded what she'd become after two more weeks of this kind of conditioning, it was drowned out by the warm, wet throbs of lust coming from her swollen clit.
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