“Don’t you think it’s odd that I’m sitting here stark naked talking to you?” Marianne said, giving me a suspicious look.
“It doesn’t matter what I think, Marianne,” I said. “It matters what you feel.”
As I said the post-hypnotic trigger word “feel” she let out a soft moan. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment.
“I, um, feel, um … nice. It’s just that, um, without clothes I’m a little vulnerable,” she said.
“Do you mean ‘vulnerable’ or ‘open,’ Marianne?” I asked.
“Open” was another trigger word. Her tightly-clamped thighs spread wide to reveal her dewy pussy lips. Marianne’s pretty eyes locked on mine as her features softened.
“I feel … open … and I feel … mmmm … nice,” she cooed.
Marianne was going to feel a lot more before tonight’s hypnosis session was over!
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