Point Zero

You were blushing. The eyes of the rest of the room were fixed upon you. And your hypnotist was so easy to agree with. Toys didn’t talk, of course not. You just nodded your head. They clapped their hands, excitedly. “Good! Such a good toy. Now, kneel.”

With a speed that even you weren’t expecting, you sank to your knees. “Excellent, okay, and freeze!” They snapped their fingers on that last word, and your body locked in place, on your knees, before them. They turned to the crowd at the edges of the room.

“So, as you see folks, once I’ve got my toy in this headspace, it doesn’t matter that they’re not in trance anymore. They’re still acting on that obedience conditioning that I did earlier, even when they don’t realise it.” They reached down to you, smiling. “Aren’t you, toy?”

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if someone was actually hurt by the trans woman's actions, you certainly aren't helping them by trying to ruin her life. you aren't going to convince her to get better because chances are she already has made efforts to improve and you're just digging up old shit that was resolved years ago. and it will always ALWAYS invite more harassment, give twerfs and transmisogynists even more of a reason to harass and abuse her (not that they even need a reason in the first place, they love telling us to kill ourselves for simply existing), and socially isolate a woman of an already very isolated and very targeted demographic. you are not helping anyone. you are a hate mob putting more suffering and abuse into the world. this isn't even "an eye for an eye" anymore, this is just straight up killing someone because they breathed wrong.

and that is all in the 00.0001% of scenarios where a trans woman maybe might have done a faux pas. in every other scenario, you are blatantly trying to ruin someone's life because she exists.

"I--um--you, you can't do that." Nell's voice sounded anesthetized in her own ears, her protests little more than feeble murmurs, and she found herself unable to really do anything to stop Jezzie as the statuesque redhead reached in under the hem of Nell's powder blue sundress and hooked her fingers into the waistband of Nell's panties. She had a vague sense of embarrassment, a kind of loose and muzzy understanding that this wasn't something she was supposed to be letting another woman do to her and if someone walked in on them it would be scandalous… but none of her emotions had any real urgency, and it seemed so much easier to simply slump back against the fridge and focus her energies on keeping her drooping eyelids open.

Jezzie didn't make it any easier for Nell to keep her eyes from rolling back in her head when she rubbed directly over Nell's clit with two fingers and murmured, "There's a wet spot here, dearie. I think that means you're going to let me do any damned thing I want." Nell's hands clenched and unclenched uselessly, struggling and failing to avoid inextricably associating the sound of Jezzie's husky contralto with the warm swells of pleasure fuzzing her mind even deeper into trance, and she knew instinctively that she wasn't going to be able to lever herself out of this state of placid hypnotic ecstasy without help. And since Jezzie seemed interested in doing pretty much anything but helping, she'd need to hope someone walked in on them despite the potential for embarrassment it carried.

But nobody did. Jezzie knelt there for several long moments, rubbing and teasing until Nell's slick cunt saturated the fabric of her panties with musk and the wet spot grew bigger and bigger, the whole time cooing, "Oh, sweetie. How long has it been since you've been touched like this, hmm? How long has it been since someone's made you really feel like a naughty little slut who can't get enough?" Nell wanted to say she wasn't interested in feeling like a naughty little slut, but the more she focused on the throb between her legs the more notional the objection became and soon she was just leaning back with her eyes squeezed shut and soft, liquid moans of pleasure on her lips. It was awfully hard to argue against this with her mind so blank and empty and aroused. She couldn't pretend she wasn't enjoying this when she kept humping Jezzie's fingers.

Finally Jezzie pulled the panties down and off entirely, letting Nell's skirt fall back down and bringing the sheer fabric up to her nose for a long, theatrical sniff. "You can ask for these back at the end of the night," she chuckled, watching as Nell's eyelids slowly fluttered open and she reluctantly adjusted her brain to the notion that the pleasure had finally stopped. "You come to me after everyone's gone home, and you get down on your knees and beg me to give them back to you, and I'll see if I'm feeling generous or if I'll make you earn them. But until then I think you're just going to have to feel the breeze on that pretty pussy and remember just how easily you lost yourself to me." She spun the blonde away from the fridge and gave her a playful swat on the ass, pushing her back out in the direction of the party, and a discombobulated Nell staggered back out with her eyes still glassy and unfocused, unable to stop herself from fantasizing about what might happen when the evening was over.