"Open wide, sweetie, and let me see what the trouble is." Donna spread her legs with a tiny mewl of helpless embarrassment; it was bad enough to be stuck in a near-perpetual state of arousal like this, but to actually have to show off her messy, drooling cunt to another person really brought home what a leaky little slut she was turning into. She could feel the musk clinging to her thighs, matting her pubic hair, demonstrating to her neighbor exactly how wet she'd gotten simply driving home from work. Even if this was all strictly medical interest, it was still deeply humiliating to be seen like this. The only thing that could possibly make it worse was if he--
"So what were you thinking of when you got like this?" Sean asked, reaching in to gently part her protruding labia. He ran his fingers along the inner surface, collecting a coating of Donna's pussy cream, and it was all she could do not to whimper and thrust her hips at him. She tried to think of a lie, an evasion, anything that could make her sound like she had some kind of medical issue with hyper-arousal and sensitivity, but her clit was throbbing so hard it rang like a gong inside her head and she couldn't seem to make herself think straight and all she wanted to do was be a good girl and tell her doctor everything. Even if he wasn't actually her doctor, just the neighbor down the hall who took an interest in her peculiar condition.
So instead of coming up with a plausible-sounding excuse, Donna heard herself mumble, "I, I was having a fantasy." A blush began to spread across her pale pink cheeks, but somehow it felt like she wasn't in control of her own tongue anymore and the words were simply spilling out without any conscious intention on her part. "I, I was imagining that someone had… had taken control of my mind somehow, h-hypnotized me or drugged me or something, and they made me think that my cunt was… was stronger than I was. That it was giving me ideas, making me do things, and tricking me into thinking I was in control when really my cunt was in charge."
Donna's fingers twitched with the desire to masturbate, the same way they always did when she tumbled down the rabbit hole and into this exact sexually charged daydream, but Sean was still exploring her vaginal canal with his fingers and that seemed to satisfy whatever itch she was feeling. "And, um, and it… god, I know this sounds stupid, but my cunt--in the fantasy, I mean, my cunt tricked me into coming back to you for more brainwashing. It made me think I needed your help because my pussy was wet all the time, but really I was just making myself more and more your… f-fuckkk… your slave." It slowly, sluggishly occurred to her that Sean was paying a lot more attention to her clit than was strictly necessary, but the pleasure was already making her eyes glaze over and she couldn't hold the thought for long.
"That's very interesting," Sean chuckled, in a tone of playful condescension belied by his increasingly urgent thrusts. "And in this fantasy, do I hypnotize you into forgetting that it's all real?" Donna felt her head bobbing up and down in a vacant nod, but she knew it was really her cunt making it move. Her cunt was in control now, moving her body like a puppet, and she let out a shaky sigh as she completed the line of reasoning and realized there was really no need for her to think at all. Her face slackened into expressionless fascination, and she fully opened her mind as well as her body to Sean's mesmerizing power.
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