Nighty night

"Tonight," Anne-Marie whispered as she drew the straps tight, locking both the girls into position, "I'll let you remember. But tomorrow I'll make you both forget."

Bonnie tried not to make a sound. Susie's thighs pressed against her head on either side, enveloping her in a hot wet world of girl. No matter how much she wiggled, she couldn't move her lips away from the other girl's pussy. She felt the whole hot length of Susie's body against her, breasts and belly and hips, and felt the soft warm frustrating kiss of Susie's mouth on her own pussy, likewise inescapable. They were trapped in a 69 position, Susie on top, bound firmly to the bed.

"They didn't just teach me hypnosis, you know. They taught me all kind of dark arts. I can live forever, and fly, and do all kinds of silly things. I want you to think about what it's going to be like for you, completely at my mercy, for all time." She felt Anne's fingers trace her hip, and winced, wishing the buttplug hadn't been left in. "I want you to remember. It's only been four days, you know. I want you to play those four days over and over again in your mind, thinking about all the shameful, cringey things I made you do. Remember how I made you go to school naked? Wasn't that funny?"

"Mmph!" She felt Susie twitch, and instantly regretted trying to make a noise.

"And as you nod off to sleep, I want you to dream. Dream that you're a pirate, or an astronaut, or whatever you like. Just as long as they're embarrassing dreams. Nightmares, really. Dream that you're the President, and you came to work naked, and a ghost is fucking you in the Oval Office. I want you to dream the most horrible, hot nightmares of all time."

"MMMPH!"

"And when you wake up," Anne crooned, "I'll make you forget. And you'll have to do it all over again, and you'll never get used to it, ever, ever, not for a thousand years. Think about that, Bonnie. Think about how tomorrow, I'm going to make you go to school NAKED."