✧ Jay ✧

"what do you think?" he asked.

"i... i like it," she said. "i like the idea..."

"you can always wake yourself up if you need to, of course, or if you feel nervous," he said. "and i'm sure the effect won't be so strong when we're in a public place with so many distractions..."

she nodded, her eyes still staring into his.

he rubbed her back with his thumb. "but it would feel nice, wouldn't it?"

she continued nodding, a little more quickly.

"that's right. and it shouldn't be difficult for you to go into trance from all of those nice, sweet touches and gestures... they already feel nice... they already make you feel warm, and comfortable... you already melt into my touch, don't you?"

"well, sometimes it like... it's so good that i shudder and squirm a little..."

"that's just fine, too, sweetheart... what matters is that it feels good... you shudder when you're about to go into trance, sometimes, too, don't you?"

she nodded.

"now," he said, the hand that had caressed her face sliding down her shoulder, down her arm, down to her hand, "let's get started..."

her body twitched with anticipation, her heart beating faster.

"it's comforting to hold hands," he said softly, gently grabbing her hand in his. "a nice, physical way of connecting with someone... and letting them guide you... when we walk while holding hands... you follow me, don't you?"

"yeah..."

"you can feel those nice, comfortable, safe feelings... when i grab your hand like this... ready to be guided... ready to follow... ready to listen..."

he interlocked his fingers with hers.

"and when i hold it like this... it's a bit different, isn't it?"

"yeah, that's not really... how you'd hold it while walking."

"that's right. it's a more intimate gesture. it might be a more powerful feeling... held in place... pressed together... interlocked... how does it feel?"

all they were doing was holding hands, but all the thoughts and associations rushed through her at once, and the feeling her mind settled on surprised her. "it's like... helpless, kind of... like being pinned down... it's kind of... it's kind of sexual, i guess?"

it was embarrassing to say it like that, but it was true. it made her imagine his whole body wrapped around hers.

"just enjoy that feeling for a moment," he murmured, squeezing her hand. "how easy it is for me to make you feel that way... how easy it is to make you feel submissive, with such a simple touch... it makes you feel warm, doesn't it?"

it did. she nodded.

"you can feel this every time i lock my fingers with yours... maybe i should strengthen the association, by doing this during sex..."

"that sounds good..." she said quietly.

"but, we have other things to move onto," he said, releasing her hand. now, he was just holding it gently, rubbing the top of it with his thumb. "let's focus on gentle caresses... rubbing and stroking your skin... giving you a nice, sensual, hypnotic pleasure... filling you with relaxation. do you feel it?"

"i do," she said, tingles spreading around her back.

he started caressing her arm, running his fingers along it, tracing circles in the skin.

"does it feel nice?" he murmured.

"it does," she said. "it really does."

"that's good... and you can feel this anywhere i caress you... it's just the feeling of my fingers lightly brushing your skin... those gentle, subtle, affectionate touches... it just gives you that nice, tingly feeling... it just makes you feel pleasantly fuzzy..."

she already loved those kinds of touches, but that just made it easier to make them feel a little hypnotic. she didn't feel like it would take much pushing for her to naturally react to it.

he stopped with his caresses, pulling her closer, into a hug.

"you can already imagine what a hypnotic hug should feel like, can't you?" he murmured near her ear.

"it's like..." she sank a little bit, her own arms wrapping around him. "kind of warm, and heavy, and comfortable..."

"that's right... you're doing so well..." he rubbed her back. "such a good girl..."

her head was full of fluff. "is it, like..." she could barely talk. "do pet names and stuff also have an effect...?"

he pulled away from the hug, looking back into her eyes. "oh, it seems like they do, doesn't it?" he murmured, petting her hair. "i didn't even have to tell you, and you're already reacting... that's my sweet girl..."

the petting felt stronger than usual, too. she felt small, and docile, kind of like a little pet.

his tone was making her face turn pink, too. it was getting more and more affectionate, more and more loving. it was so syrupy and sweet, it was like it was sticking to her, enveloping her, submerging her in it.

it was a little too late, but she realized how overpowering the idea of love as a trigger was - because love was always oozing out of him, out of everything he said and did. it wasn't even something he could control, it wasn't something he was fully aware of. it was all of those little subtle changes in his voice, and his expressions, and his body language, and his touch...

but she didn't really mind it... she didn't mind the idea of finding something hypnotic in every little subtle sign of affection from him. it just felt right. it felt like love.

he leaned closer, talking under his breath as their lips almost touched. "let's try some hypnotic kisses."

"please," she whispered.

his lips pressed softly against hers, and it sent a wave through her body, a deep, hypnotic feeling.

"with every kiss, you'll just go deeper," he murmured.

another gentle kiss. her lips felt so sensitive.

"your body will relax more deeply."

another kiss, a little longer, a little more lingering. her muscles started to let go.

"it's alright," he murmured, his breath a bit heavier. "i've got you. you can go limp in my arms..."

another kiss, and another, and another. she fell back, his arms supporting her, dipping her down in front of him.

"that's right," he whispered. "that's good..."

another kiss, a deeper kiss.

she was almost completely limp. her head was fuzzy, almost dizzy. every touch felt good, just being near him felt good. she loved everything about him...

"i love you," he murmured against her lips.

"i love you," she said quickly, the words flooding her body with a dazed, dreamy feeling.

he guided her over to the couch, lying her down, his hands crawling up her shirt as he continued kissing her.

"oh, even when you're so deep, so still, so limp, you still wrap your arms around me, and you still kiss back..."

"i love you," she just said, barely able to think anything else.

"i love you too..." his fingers delicately squeezed and rubbed her chest.

"please keep going..."

"oh, of course, sweetheart."