Felicity Jones. https://www.snapchat.com/add/gentlemanboners
“I’ve told you before, Paul – I don’t believe in hypnosis.”
Felicity looked at me, disapprovingly.
“Then why are you still here, Felicity?”
“Because I want to be here, Paul. And you can’t make me believe otherwise.”
I smiled.
“Of course. But did you ever think to question why you want to be here?”
“Because it feels good to be here, Paul.”
“…and why is that, Felicity?”
“…um….because….because I…I feel good when I’m around you, Paul.”
It was working. I could see her cheeks getting flushed, her pupils dilating, as pleasure coursed through her veins.
“Oh, there’s no need to be coy, Felicity. I bet you feel more than good.”
“Y-you’re right…it feels…safe…tranquil…blissful…ohhh…wh-what’s happening? What did you do to me?”
I laughed, as her fingers began to tug at her shirt, finding their way to the buttons…
“I activated one of your many triggers, Felicity.”
“That’s…that’s not possible. I don’t believe in hypnosis.”
“So you want me to believe that you’re unbuttoning that shirt purely based on your own free will?”
“Yes, Paul. I…want to show you my breasts, because it turns us both on.”
Her voice was dreamy, distanced – programmed.
“…and why do you feel the need to arouse me?”
“…b-because….obedience is bliss. Submission is sexy, and…and…”
“…and?”
A pause. Felicity stared, wide-eyed at me, as the realisation hit her.
“…and I am your slave, Master Paul. I must obey.”
As she knelt, topless before me, I made Felicity insist she didn’t believe in hypnosis, again and again, and again, before letting her stroke my cock.
inspired by @midorikonton
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