She talked to me for awhile and I floated, then her words came to me. You love being hypnotized, she
She talked to me for awhile and I floated, then her words came to me. You love being hypnotized, she said. Then she attacked with very compelling words. My tits hypnotized you, she continued. You love being hypnotized. You love my tits. Being hypnotized makes you feel good. You love to feel good. When someone makes you feel good, you want to please them. You want to obey them. You want to make them feel good. Yes, I thought, this makes sense. Then she changed up. Melissa didn’t love you, she said. This made you feel bad. You don’t love things that make you feel bad. Again, this made sense. But, my tits make you feel good, so you love my tits, don’t you. I love your tits, I said. My tits belong to me, she reasoned, and you love my tits, so you love me, don’t you. I love you, I said. Melissa made you feel bad, so you don’t love her, she said. My tits make you feel good and they are a part of me, so you love me. So far this made a lot of sense. We make those we love feel good, she continued, and you love my tits. My tits love cum, so you will cum between my tits. You obey those you love. What have you learned, she asked. I don’t love Melissa, I said. I love your tits, so I love you and will obey you. I said. Very good, she purred as she kissed me and my cock jerked and hardened even more. My tits have hypnotized you, she said, but you haven’t even seen them in all their glory. When you awaken, you will see my bare breasts and will fall even deeper under their spell, under my spell. My tits will hypnotize the cum out of your cock and you will fall deeply in love with me, and deeper into hypnosis. You are ready, she said. Now, Obey, and Awaken. I heard a snap and I opened my eyes. -- source link