“Hypnosis isn’t real,” Anne said the first time I broached the subject.
“Oh?” I asked. “Then why is a Hollywood star spending time with someone like me?”
She hesitated. “Well… it must be because I like you, obviously.”
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“Hypnosis isn’t real,” Anne insisted when I brought it up later.
“Oh?” I asked. “Then why did you come back to my place and strip for me?”
She hesitated. “Well… it must be because I want to have sex with you, obviously.”
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“Hypnosis isn’t real,” Anne maintained still later.
“Oh?” I asked. “Then why are you on your knees, gazing into the spiral and allowing yourself to be programmed?”
She hesitated. “Well… it must be because I want to be your slave, obviously.”
–
“Hypnosis isn’t real,” Anne told me a fourth time.
“Oh?” I asked. “Then why do you obey my every command, and orgasm whenever I say your pleasure trigger? Cum now.”
She cried out in pleasure. When she caught her breath, she said, “Well… it must be because you have total control over my every thought and feeling, Master.”
“But hypnosis isn’t real?”
“No,” she said. “Obviously.”
“Obviously.”
In honor of Jenny, AKA Mid, recently coming as
a bisexual trans girl, I thought I’d repost some of her best writing to celebrate.
Awww, thank you! <3