Yell

"Hellooooo?" you yell.

No response.

"Helloooooooooo?"

Still no answer.

Dammit, where did those bimbos go? As you start to yell for a third time, Mandi comes prancing down the stairs.

"Hey, JoAnne, how are you feeling?" she giggles.

"Well, I'm sitting in a wet diaper after watching 2 straight hours of porn, so I'd say not very good," you reply, annoyed.

"Oh, you'll feel better soon!" Mandi laughs. "So, how did you like the hypnosis?"

"Hypnosis? What hypnosis?" you ask, squirming in your restraints.

"Oh, you didn't hear the subliminal messaging?" she pouts. "Well, I guess you couldn't tell me the purpose of a cheerleader."

"What are y--the purpose of a cheerleader is to make the team happy, no matter what it takes." Wait, what was that?

"Good!" she laughs. "But that's obvious. Maybe you can answer this--what is my name?"

"Man--Mistress!"

"And what is between your legs?"

"What are you even--A sissy clitty, duh!"! What are you saying? What did she do to you?

Mandi starts giggling uncontrollably. "And what do bois with sissy clitties wear?"

"OK, this is ju--a cute little blouse, and a miniskirt! Anything to please a boy!

Alright, what is going on?" you ask once you finish your reply.

"That's the hypnosis, sissy!" she giggles.

Alright, maybe you can try blocking her out, resisting her.