"Well, well, well, lookie what I found," Ciara teased, leaning in between Ashley's thighs to flick her tongue up and down the nub that peeked shyly out from between the supine woman's plush pink labia. "Did someone wake up and want to join the party, hmm? Did someone start paying attention once I started hypnotizing cute little Ashley? It's so nice to see you, Miss Clitty. I think you and I are going to be best friends." She licked again, then again and again, and Ashley's cheeks reddened furiously as her clit just kept getting bigger and more swollen until it stuck out almost a full inch. Ciara could probably suck on it if she wanted to.
She'd always been embarrassed by her clit--it was so big, and so sensitive, and it stuck out whenever she got horny and that was tremendously awkward when she was changing clothes around other women--but somehow the embarrassment felt different when Ciara was cooing things like, "Miss Clitty, I do believe you're draining the blood from Ashley's brain. How do you expect her to think when you're down there all swollen and throbby and ready to be licked?" It made the experience of displaying her pussy, and its most disconcertingly prominent feature, feel incredibly charged with eroticism… and it made her feel safe in a weird way, because even though Ciara was teasing her she was also lavishing attention on Ashley's clit and she wouldn't do that if she didn't like it.
And with hypnosis breaking down her emotional barriers, it felt amazingly hot to be teased and tortured and loved all at the same time. Ashley lay there, elbows hooked under her knees, staring in rapt fascination as Ciara talked to her clit like it was a person. Like it was more of a person than she was. "I'll let you in on a little secret, Miss Clitty," Ciara growled, her voice husky with lust. "You're doing exactly what I want you to do. The bigger and stronger and throbbier you get, the dumber and weaker and more helpless Ashley gets. Do you want to help me make her my drippy little fuckdoll? Just go ahead and twitch if you do." Ashley's eyes widened, unable to quite believe her eyes as she watched the little nub move exactly as her new lover described. She couldn't help seeing it as an answer.
Certainly the woman kneeling between her legs acted like it was. She gave Ashley's clit a long, loving kiss that was almost like fellatio, then purred, "That's my good Miss Clitty! Oh, I just know you and I are going to be the best of friends. You're going to stand up big and strong and proud every time you want to make Ashley too horny to think, and that's going to be so often because the two of us like it so much when she's so dumb and drippy she can't help dropping her panties for me like a good girl. You want Ashley to be a good girl for me, don't you?" Ashely stared at the stubby protrusion, watching it twitch and bob like it was nodding enthusiastically, and even though intellectually she knew it was just the clenching of her feverishly aroused cunt it didn't seem to matter because she didn't have any intellect anymore.
She wound up flat on her back for most of the morning, with Ciara talking to her clit and not her, and it honestly took about twenty minutes of aftercare before she could see herself as a human being again. "Dissociation is a very powerful tool in hypnosis," her lover explained, but even though Ashley nodded she didn't really understand. And feeling stupid made her cunt throb for the very first time… a warm, wonderful sensation she knew she and Ciara would have a glorious time exploring together.
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