Joanie looked nervously at her boyfriend, her eyes flicking again and again down to his boxers as she stammered and stumbled her way through her ragged efforts at coherence. “I, uh, it’s just that I was, was thinking, Eddie,” she mumbled, her fingers twitching with the urge to masturbate. “All this, um… y'know, this stuff… it’s been hot and all, but I’m kind of feeling… it’s a lot, y'know? A lot to, um, take in. All at once.” She became gradually aware of the double entendre in her words, and a warm blush slowly spread across her suntanned cheeks. Everything led back to sex with her these days. And judging by the way Eddie hooked his thumb into his waistband, that was just the way he liked it.
“I don’t mean, um, like, with my mouth,” she babbled, and a tiny part of her went positively apoplectic in frustration at her own inability to stay lucid for more than a few words at a time. The rest of her had trouble remembering what ‘positively’ even meant’, let alone 'apoplectic’, and wanted to chase that throb in her clit until it made her too dumb to care anymore. Joanie held it at bay, barely, and managed to find her way to her next sentence. “I don’t mean my mouth can, um, take in more, either. I just mean… it feels real now, y'know? Like, I thought I was play dumb but now I… now it’s….” She couldn’t stop staring at the amused, condescending smile on Eddie’s face. Or the growing tent in his boxers. “Working,” she mumbled numbly, her eyes growing glassy and befuddled as she tried to figure out where she should be looking next.
Joanie paused, waiting for a reply, but Eddie just stood there and watched her with that same smug, expectant grin on his face. Eventually, she needed to fill the awkward silence. “So I, like, I was thinking, um, I was thinking maybe we could, uhhh… put a hold on things? Like, not, y'know, forever, just, I… um… uhh….” The throb in her clit intensified, and Joanie knew exactly why–it was one of those early suggestions Eddie put in her head, back when she thought they were just playing around with hypnosis for fun. The harder she tried to think, the louder her arousal got inside her head. Until she couldn’t think at all. Until her every effort to form a coherent notion melted down into blank, mesmerized arousal and her mind focused on….
Eddie slid down his boxers. His cock sprung out like a jack-in-the-box, and Joanie sank to her knees, mouth open, eyes glazing over into total vacancy. “You don’t need those thoughts,” he purred, his hypnotic voice instantly smoothing over Joanie’s worries and leaving nothing but the throb of her aching clit inside her head. She could talk to Eddie about this later. When she wasn’t so horny. Right now she needed to make her Master’s cock feel all nice and happy so it could gush all over her pretty tits. She sighed in blank, mesmerized bliss as his shaft pushed between her parted lips and filled up the emptiness inside her, leaving her docile and placid and utterly tamed by her lover’s dick.
“I don’t need those thoughts,” she repeated mindlessly. But of course the words came out a little bit muffled this time.
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