The Perils of Sharing a Hotel Room
Waking up felt more difficult than ever after a whole day of hiking, and Mimi emerged from sleep so reluctantly and gradually that it took her a full minute to realize she couldn't move. It took another confused, dreamy minute to figure out that there were ropes binding her body at practically every single joint, and although that was enough to make her mumble a befuddled, vaguely questioning grunt her brain was still too muddled by slumber to make words happen properly. Which meant the first speech of the morning came from Gloria, saying, "Wow, you really are a sucker for hypnosis, aren't you?"
That brought another, even more confused grunt in response, which then brought a sense of warm pressure resting on Mimi's thighs as she felt Gloria clambering onto the bed to straddle her. "Last night, silly," the redhead chuckled, her fingers sneaking in to play with Gloria's surprisingly wet pussy. "We got back to the hotel and you were sore and exhausted, and I offered to give you a massage, and when I started talking you through it you got so relaxed and dopey you didn't even hesitate before rolling over onto your back when I told you to. And when I started playing with your tits, well, you were just gone, gone, gone. You're still kind of gone, aren't you, honey?" Mimi mumbled something nonverbal in agreement before she even realized it, but that was enough to shake her from her stupor at least a little as she recognized what was happening to her.
But only a little. That was the astounding part, the dawning awareness that even though her friend's friend had hypnotized her and tied her up and was currently sinking two fingers into her cunt up to the knuckle Mimi still couldn't muster up the will to lever herself out of this drowsy trance she'd slipped into. The rest of the night after she lay down on the bed for the massage was little more than a blur, she had no idea whether they'd joined Paul and Donna for dinner the way they planned or if they just left the couple to their own devices, and apparently she hadn't even woken up when Gloria got out several lengths of rope and bound her body into squirming helplessness. And even now, finding out what had happened, she wasn't waking in more than a notional sense of the word.
"Don't worry," Gloria cooed, smoothing away that vague, disjointed sense of concern Mimi felt before it could coalesce. "I'll take care of everything, pretty girl. I'll tell Paul and Donna you need a day to recover--they won't mind, they've only got eyes for each other anyway--and then you and I can spend the whole morning in bed together with your cunt getting what it needs and your mind getting weaker and weaker and weaker for me. Doesn't that sound extra nice, baby doll?" Mimi couldn't even lever her eyes open to glance back at Gloria, let alone resist the soothing tone in the other woman's voice, and she once again found herself simply grunting in agreement because making word sounds felt too much like work. It loosely occurred to her that if she hadn't been too cheap to spring for her own room, none of this would be happening, but even that thought slipped away after only a few moments.
Gloria must have liked what she heard, because she laughed in pure delight and fingered Mimi even more vigorously. "Oh, we're going to be best friends by the time this trip is over," she purred, her voice thick with triumph. "Real gal pals." Mimi's befuddled mind wrapped around the notion as though it was the only solid truth in the whole world, and she knew how completely she'd succumbed when even her climax elicited little more than a sleepy sigh of pure, mindless ecstasy for her Mistress.
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