ridemelikeasaddle: awmbhcaptionstreet: The whisper in her ear was getting stronger, but what it was
ridemelikeasaddle: awmbhcaptionstreet: The whisper in her ear was getting stronger, but what it was saying couldn’t possibly be true. How was she a hypnotized slave girl? That she was just obeying a suggestion to think she was a normal woman out on a day at the beach? What kind of sick tableau was being set that had another slave whispering the truth to her all day to get her hot and twisted, as if the fantasy was something she wanted to be a reality? She scoffed, knowing that no matter how tingly she felt thinking about how amazing it would be to be so completely entranced that she would forget her actual self and not even notice another girl just following her and saying sweet, naughty things in her ear, it was just too convoluted to be a real thing. She sighed, wishing that she really were just a hypnotized plaything acting out a scene for her Master. The voice was getting so strong that when she told her that she was stroking her tits, she could actually start feeling the delicate touches on her nipples and bare breast. She wondered how much longer the voice would last. If the other girl’s whispers didn’t fade soon, she might actually start believing her… …. (I’m actually a digital artist that specializes in erotic hypnosis pieces and these little vignettes are just something that I can do quickly on the side in between bouts of art sessions. Visit http://awmbh.deviantart.com/ or http://awmbh.tumblr.com/ for my fan art and original pieces!) Good girls….;-) this may surprise you, but I’m into girls enslaving Girls. -- source link