My favourite part of enthralling a woman?
When she’s too captivated to look away, but you can tell her mind is still trying to defend the onslaught of erotic, hypnotic, submissive thoughts flooding in.
Her hands reach up, as if to try and catch these thoughts, to pick through her mind, and tear them away. Instead, her fingers get caught up in the waves of her luscious hair, and she begins to softly stroke, caress and twirl the strands.
Her attempts at defence, caught up in the safety net of her own delicious curls, become complicit in the conditioning, reinforcing the fact she is now nothing but a brainless bimbo for me.
A request by an Anyonymous.