Sunny Hypnotized - Bursting with Pleasure

I thought I'd have longer to figure out what to do with it, but now i have a full jar of bimbo drool sitting in my fridge.

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Movie star Glenn Powell is my roommate for the weekend after he was unfortunately double-booked at a hotel and forced to share the penthouse with me. After I get settled I realize that I left one book outside; it is an all-through intuitive book on my kink, hypnosis, and I find that Glenn is reading it, and he is red with embarrassment.

“You believe in this stuff, really? Honestly?" He jokes with a shrug on his face, shaking his head; he is throwing it across to me, and he thinks for a second, and then he looks at me. I am smirking. I am grabbing my silver spiral pendant from my neck as I shove him back on to the couch, and I hold his forehead, swinging the pocket watch back and forth.

“You want to be a smart ass? I am game. Let’s begin. Follow the watch. That's it, slowly; just relax. Keep that one-pitted and condescending smile.” I say in jest mostly. “You need not worry about a single thing; you can feel your focus pulling back, and you can’t look away as you are locked on the pendant. " I continue to guide him.

“Listen to me, you wannabe mesmerist….” He begins to chastise me for a few seconds, but it comes undone when he finds the trick of the light and he is drawn in. "Gullible," I say as his eyes are rolling back into his eye sockets, and I see my opening, watching his eyes flutter closed and his head drop. My hands quickly shake his arms and legs, dropping them.

“You can hear me clearly now, can you not?” I am indifferent to him.

“Yes…I can hear you," he says, his answer breathy.

“Why are you such a smartass?” The question is about how I can propel myself further.

“I like to stir some shit.” He adds.

“The correct response is you are a brat," I say.

“I am a brat," he repeats.

“You are under my control and influenced by me.” I continue.

“I am under your control and your influence.” He accepts.

“Let’s play a game, shall we? ” I ask, not caring about his opinion or feelings.

“Yes…play a game." He shakes his head.

Standing tall over his slunk-like frame on the couch, I lean down into him as I cup his chin, yank him, and kiss him slowly with all of my heart and soul, like I need him.

Revenge is sweet. I think taking his collar in my hand with all of my strength, he hits his head on my body, and I rub his back as he moans in deep pleasure like never before.

My hands get to work undoing his button-down shirt, and then I spread it across his chest. I take it off of him with the pride of conquest in me, and I kiss his neck as he moans. The tears are erupting with joy.

“I own you; you love to be a good boy; you are my good boi.” I whisper while walking behind him.

"Mmmmmm…yyyyeeessss," Glenn agrees with a sly smile on his face.

"Okay, "Mr. Movie Star," I tease.

“SAY IT!” I command, kissing his lips.

“Fffffuuuucccckkkk!” Is all he can muster.

“I SAID SAY IT." I bend his head over and kiss him again.

“You own me; I love being owned.” He swears.

“What else?” I feel his pulse; a single heartbeat rises.

“Yes! Good boi… love to be," he says, barely able to catch his breath.

My fingers snap as he is awakening back to life; he stares at me with a dopey smile.

He waits for my command; it is a slow and anticipatory moment as he sees me stare at the wine, and he bolts over.

Instinctively he reaches for the tray, placing the liquor and two mini wine glasses on it, and waltzes over and kneels at my feet.

I laugh a gaggling fit as he stares in a daze with a glassy expression and a permanent, starry-eyed smirk.

I lean in for a kiss; he grapples me tight as we make out, his cock hard, and he is so turned on, and the more he pours.

The more he is pouring drinks, the more he starts to get drunk and hops on the table doing a crazy dance.