Fuck with her some more

I went back up to my bedroom. I put the headset on and turned on the machine again for more testing. "Natasha, go to your bedroom window, open the curtains, and then pull up the blinds."

I waited and a few moments later, I saw Natasha do what I commanded her to do. She stood in front of her window with a blank look on her face.

"Natasha, take off your blouse and bra."

With no change in her expression, Natasha took off her blouse then her bra and dropped them on the floor.

"Play with your tits."

Natasha reached up and started massaging and tweaking her breasts.

"Natasha, you will believe that no one can see in your bedroom window. When you look out your window during the day, you will only see the glare of the sun, but it is perfect light, so you will always get dressed when you stand in front of your window. Do you understand all of that?"

Natasha nodded.

"At night when you look at this window, you will only see night, nothing else, but it is still great light when your bedroom light is on."

I decided to screw with her mind some more. "Natasha put your blouse back on but not button it, go back to Jackson's house, and tell him the reason you said such silly and embarrassing things is that you have gone too long without being fucked up the ass in a truck-stop men's room. You will not realize you are no longer wearing your bra or that your blouse is unbuttoned until Jackson points it out. Understand?"

Natasha nodded.

I turned off the machine.

Natasha had a confused look on her face again. She reached down and picked up her blouse, she slipped it on, but left it unbuttoned.

I went downstairs and waited. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door. "Yes, Natasha, but I still don't know of any..."

"Look!" she said hastily. "The reason I said such silly and humiliating things earlier is that it's been too long since I've been fucked up the ass in a truck stop men's room." When she finished, her eyes went wide, and her mouth hung open.

"Is that why you're flashing your tits at me?"

The confused look crossed Natasha's face again before she looked down and gasped. She clutched her shirt closed then look up at me, stammered a bit then hurried off back to her place.

"You're a twisted pervert, you know that?!" I yelled at her.

I heard her door slam. I went inside and laughed. I went back to my room. I watched Natasha come into her bedroom and sit on the edge of her bed. She just stared at the floor. She then shook her head and talked to herself for a moment before getting up. She changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, leaving her bra off.