Let the double mind-fuck begin

You shift a little. This is turning you on. Minutes ago you were reading through mind-control porn with half-a-mind to stick your hand in your panties and jill off. Your body, your pussy, is primed for this. Jess’s hypnotized act is really turning you on. And if Jess is hot, and she is, then hypnotized Jess is even hotter.

“The Illuminati are in my head, Leah. I hear their words and they become my thoughts. Their words, my thoughts. I know I should fight, should stop, but it feels too good.”

Jess draws out the word “good” and then with the same just too long gap after the word she gives another sigh of pleasure. And it’s impossible for you not to interpret that sigh as hypnotized sexual submission. That noise and that meaning goes in your ears and travels electric down your spine into all your erogenous zones. It’s making you wet.

Jess knows about your mind-control kink, that imagining the Illuminati controlling you is your big fetish. Hell, she’s read the sex stories you’ve written all about it. The kind of porn where virgins get their minds hammered by subliminals in the music in restrooms, and then their cunts hammered from behind by the cocks of older perverts who turn them into their breeding cows. Not just a tame swinging watch and a drowsy kiss.

But this... This act? This is so fucking cool! Fuck yeah, Jess, this is one hell of a present. Your heart is already beating fast from your arousal, but it picks up pace even more when you realise this might be a prelude to Jess making her threesome offer again. And this time you might say ‘yes’!

“Dude,” you begin eagerly, your mouth a little dry, and then stop as you realise Jess really doesn’t seem to be able to hear you. Because she’s speaking over you again. And your damn phone screen is flickering again, and that audio static like voices just on the edge of hearing is back too. Shit! You don’t want any distractions from this marvellous present that Jess is giving you.

“Leah, you’re going to be hypnotized too,” Jess tells you with drowsy certainty. “The Illuminati are going to fuck your mind like they fucked mine. Leah, it feels good to obey. It feels so good. Don’t fight it, Leah. Don’t fight the Illuminati.”

{{The Illuminati are your masters. The Illuminati control your thoughts. It feels good to obey the Illuminati.}}

You sigh a little sadly because experience has taught you that you can’t be hypnotized. No matter how much you want to be. Jess knows that too. And, yes, Jess even tried a swinging pendant and some “you are feeling sleepy” on you one time. It didn’t work. It was only years later you really wondered what Jess would have done with you and to you if she had hypnotized you. And how stupid you had been not to pretend to be hypnotized. Would she have made you kiss her? Or made you let her boyfriend at the time feel you up?

And then the obvious occurs to you: Jess must be responsible for the flashing of the phone screen and the voices on the edge of hearing. Some app she bought. You should ask her about it later. It’s pretty good. Barely detectable. Barely worth noting. Maybe you shouldn’t mention it.

“The Illuminati are in your head, Leah. You hear their words and they become your thoughts. Their words, your thoughts.”

{{The Illuminati are your masters. You hears their words and they become your thoughts. Illuminati words, your thoughts.}}

Your attention snaps back to Jess. (Where was your attention?! It doesn’t matter.) Jess is still putting on the most perfect hypnotized act. The least you can do is play along.

“It feels good to obey,” Jess tells you entranced. “It feels good to be on display.”

{{It feels good to obey. It feels good to be on display.}}

You are briefly surprised when you realize you have echoed Jess’s words about obeying and displaying. But you know it would feel good to obey. To be hypnotized and have **** but to obey. For the Illuminati to be your masters. The idea turns you on as it always does. As Jess knows it will. And although Jess can’t hear you with those headphones on, she can still see your lips move. The easiest way to play along is to repeat her words. As if she were succeeding in hypnotizing you. The Illuminati would want you want you to play along.