Johnny interviews a different side of Amber.

Calm and relaxed. Dropping right back into a wonderful trance,” Johnny speaks to Amber in a soothing tone. He walks over and grabs the base of her tank top which has bunched beneath her bra.

"She won't be needing this anymore." he mugs towards the camera while peeling the garment over Amber's breasts, revealing a beige strapless bra. Her head and arms offer no resistance. Just pliably pushed around. Johnny throws her top off-screen and pulls her in once again.

“Falling deeper and deeper. Relaxed and obedient,” Johnny’s hands roam up and down her body, squeezing her narrow waist and groping her tits. "I want you to listen carefully,"

Her expression is distant and dreamlike. Staring off towards the camera but not at anything in particular. Nodding along, completely blank.

“With your mind blank. I am going to give you a self. You are no longer Amber, that name holds no meaning to you. Your name is now Titania. You are an incredibly powerful and sexy hypnotist. And you have a very unique method you like to use."

His voice fades again. The final few sentences of his command are completely inaudible to all besides the full bodied blonde wrapped in his arms. The audience does not offer a murmur. The entire outside world seems to disappear as her mind is reprogrammed.

Johnny concludes his instructions and steps to her side once again to address the cameras.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, you know me as the handsome master mesmerist of late-night. However, now and then, I like to talk a little shop with fellow professionals in the field. Find out their favorite methods, suggestions, colors of spirals. You know., hypnotist stuff. That's why tonight, I want everyone to please welcome to the show, the amazing Titania!" The audience applauds as the smarmy host raises his hand.

*snap*

Amber blinks rapidly and shakes her head. Her posture then relaxes. Her shoulders roll back and she begins gracelessly dragging her hands along the curves of her body. Wiggling her hips and shimmying her chest in an exaggerated parody of sensuality.

"Thank you so much for joining us, Titania," Johnny nods towards Amber. She smirks back at him. "now I'm told you are an incredible hypnotist".

"That's right" Amber responds, "I’ve known all across the world for my hypnotic wiles and beguiling moves." She speaks in a haughty, breathy cadence. Clunkily jerking from pose to pose.

“How did you get into this business?” Johnny asks.

"For as long I remember, everyone always loved staring at my tits,” She juts her chest forward and begins caressing her breasts over her bra. “Even before I started working as a professional, I never had any issue getting what I wanted. Just a simple glance of even the barest of cleavage was enough to have any man eating out of the palm of my hand."

“They've certainly got my attention!”

She continues, "I soon realized that they have special powers beyond simple flirtation." She crosses her arms under her chest, pushing her sizable tits together into an enticing shelf of cleavage, "their pure and unmatched beauty actually burrowed into people's mind and made it so they would do anything I commanded them."

"Is that so?" Johnny is staring at her tits, like he has been the whole show, but he seems completely unaffected by the attempt at mesmerism. More amused than genuinely entranced. “well, once you get them in your power, what do you do with them? Do you turn them in to dumb little animals and have them run around on all-fours or something?”

“Oh nothing like that. Such party tricks and tacky cliches are far beneath me.”

Johnny feigns offense, to the audience's amusement.

“No. When I put people in my power, it's usually for sex!”

“I am deeply in your power!” Johnny says with flat sarcasm.

Amber rolls her eyes, "do you doubt my power, Mr. Coleman?"

"No, no, I just don't think a guy like me can be hypnotized."

"Well," she responds, sensing a challenge, "would you care for a little demonstration?"

The crowd gives out a raucous cheer.

Johnny smiles confidently, "give it your best shot!"

Amber smirks. The crowd titters as she reaches behind her back and begins fiddling with her bra clasp. She maintains eye contact with Johnny, as the hooks snap. She presses her right arm pressed against her chest keeping it hidden for a brief moment. She then gives her bust an emphatic heave before dropping flinging the bland undergarment to the side. Her bewitching breasts bounce free settling into two perfect teardrops. An alluring tan-line in the shape of a skimpy swimsuit, framing the pale flesh of her voluptuous rack.

Now completely topless, Amber raises her hands behind her head and puffs out her chest. “Focus on my tits.”

"Done!" Johnny quips.

"Notice how big and beautiful they are," she says, gently rocking her shoulders back and forth in a steady metronome-like motion. Her tits swing like two large pendulums. Their natural heft rippling with each shake of her chest. “the way they jiggle and bounce, makes it so hard to think about anything else."

Johnny grins lecherously.

"They take all of your thoughts. All of your will," Her voice is a fuzzy stage whisper. Each sticky syllable vibrates and glides effortlessly through the studio as she shakes her tits, "you feel yourself being pulled deep under my spell."

"Now what do you call this technique?" The host inquires.

She pauses for a moment.

"Uh...this..this is called the, uh, tit-ulum technique." She stammers, seemingly caught off-guard by the question.

"The tit-ulum, eh?" He deadpans. The crowd chuckles in response.

"That's right," she nods, while resuming her gyrations. The improvised title now canonized in her mind.

"Well, I'm not sure it's working. Do you got any other ones?"

"Hmph. Plenty."

With smug determination, she releases her hands from behind her head and grips the base of her tits.

She begins to knead her breasts in a circular motion. Pressing them together. Raising them to the top of her chest before bringing them down in a continuous loop. Caressing her nipples rhythmically with her thumb.

"This one is called the double titty spiral." Amber smiles to herself. Proud that she was able to think of a name so quickly this time. "It works by drawing your focus to the beautiful pink power of my nipples which swiftly melt your mind with their erotic power." She lifts, spins, and drops her tits over and over. Her hands taking special care to cradle her tits in such a way that her nipples trace a vague circle.

"This is one of my most potent techniques." She continues, "Try as you may, but not even you, Mr. Coleman, can resist their power!"

"Yes...I feel...it." Johnny drones in a way that's not entirely clear if it's actually working or not. His eyes are slightly glazed, staring at her tits, but there is still a slight bend in his lips as if supressing a smirk.

"Focus on my nipples," she instructs, "notice pink and hard they are. Swirling. Drawing your focus. Causing your mind to sink deeper and deeper into my control. Just relax…Deeper and deeper. My tits are all you care about right now.”

The alluring curves of her luscious tits jiggle and bounce with every drop of her hands. Her nipples have grown remarkably rigid from her repeated caresses, shining even brighter and further emphasizing the spiral she is trying to create.

Johnny doesn't offer a single quip or response. Continuing to stare right at Amber's chest. Perhaps genuinely entranced by the hypnotist he helped create.

“Your mind belongs to me now,” Amber asserts, “you are my devoted servant, eager to fulfill my every desire. Bound to the beauty of my entrancing breasts.” She stops her display, raising one hand to the sky and cradling her breasts with the other, “I am your mistress. When I snap my fingers, you will be overcome with the need to please me. Your tongue will tingle with the need to caress and taste your mistress. The wonderful sensation will drive you wild with passion, every lick sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. Insatiable. Your only purpose in life will be to make your mistress cum.”

Amber pauses then snaps her fingers.

A moment of anticipation hangs in the air as neither Johnny or Amber make a move.

Suddenly, Amber begins breathing heavily, turning ragged. Her eyes start darting around. Rapidly glancing between the host's face at his crotch.

A smile creeps back to Johnny's face as Amber's once confident facade drops completely, now painted with a look of panic and arousal. Nervously biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together.

Amber suddenly drops to her knees and lunges for his belt buckle. She fidgets with his crotch eventually working open the front of his pants open. Johnny simply stands there, putting his hands on hips as Amber yanks down his pants and underwear in one motion, causing his semi-hard cock to spring in front of her face.

Eyes wide, Amber raises her hand and eagerly grips his shaft before taking his entire length into her mouth. She shivers as her tongue glides along the host's growing hard-on and tiny orgasms ripple down her spine. Idly groping her breast with one hand and caressing his balls with the other.

As Amber worships his cock, Johnny pivots his head towards the camera. “Now you may be wondering what's going on here,” gesturing down at Amber dutifully fondling his nuts, “as you may have guessed, I did give her the suggestion to think she was a world class hypnotist, but I also made it so any suggestion she tried to use on me, would bounce right off and apply to her instead!"

Amber rhythmically bobs her head along his cock, too enraptured by the sensation of it gliding to the back of her throat to care about anything the host is saying.

“She's got a dirty mind, this one. I didn't even tell her what suggestions to give, so this was all her idea," he continues, thrusting forward slightly in time with each bob, "She might have accidentally just made herself a sex ****... Don't worry, everyone in the audience signs a waiver!”

Johnny returns focus to the young starlet servicing his dick. He reaches his hands down and grips both sides of her head. He crouches to adjust his height, squatting down to better align his waist with her lips. Positioning his cock directly in line with her mouth, he rapidly pistons his hips back and forth, roughly fucking her face. Amber winces slightly, but offers no resistance. Placing her hands on her knees to steady herself while her master aggressively shoves his ragging erection down her throat. Her once-powerful tits slap and bounce against her body helplessly as she is reduced to nothing but a wet hole for her master.

The audience watches silent. They do not offer a hoot or holler or gasp or cry of panic or any reaction at all. They simply watch silently as Johnny vigorously face fucks the young blonde. Amber's steady *gluck gluck* and the rhythmic plopping of his balls against her chin, the only sound echoing through the empty sound stage.

Suddenly, Johnny pulls himself fully out of her mouth and starts casually stroking his dick. Amber gasps for air then shifts, positioning her face just below his cock. Looking up at him with wide eyes of anticipation. She sticks out her tongue, flicking it just inches from the tip of his penis, beckoning him to shoot his hot load all over her pretty face.

“Errrgh” Johnny groans. Hot cum shoots past her tongue across her eyes before the next wave of jizz dribbles onto her waiting tongue, overflowing onto her bare tits. The taste of her ultimate reward brings a wave of pleasure through her body. She closes her eyes savoring every last drop.

"Amber, everybody!" Johnny exclaims to the camera, cock still flopping in the open.

The crowd erupts in applause and the loud horns of the band start up again. Amber swallows then gives a small wave, a vacant contented smile across her face.

Johnny hoists Amber to her feet and pulls her to his side. He smiles at the camera, "Don't go anywhere! We'll be right back with more Midnight Mind-wipe after these messages!"

The camera pulls away as he and Amber seem to engage in some idle chit-chat. The screen then fades to black as Amber reaches down and begins mindlessly fondling his cock once again.