As I begin, she talks over me, "You'll need to really concentrate on the numbers; no letting outside distractions interrupt you. Not my voice, not the feeling of my finger tracing circles on your arm, not your own urges. You're obviously already horny with how much you were begging for this, but just concentrate on your numbers. Let your arousal and my voice and everything else just float past you as you count down."
And I do. I'm doing what she says, avoiding the distractions she's listing (and there seem to be so many, one after the other) because doing what she says leads to being tranced and being tranced feels so nice and . . .
She warns me not to let my thoughts distract me from my numbers either.
107 . . .
104 . . .
I keep counting. Number after number after number. At some point I'm not supposed to be counting any more—I'm supposed to be on my knees in front of her. I slide down off the couch and kneel between her legs. I'm supposed to be topless, and I quickly remove my shirt. She says something and boops my nose, triggering a check-in with my limits. The word "green" leaves my lips.
I'm supposed to be turned on and I am, so badly, and it's supposed to turn me on that I'm being turned on by being hypnotised, and it does and I'm almost panting. I'm supposed to play with my breasts, show her how hot this is making me and how I'd touch hers if she'd let me. I gently rub them, then pull at the nipples the way she loves. She's so high above me, sitting on the couch like it's a throne while I kneel at her feet.
I want to go down on her, even more so than usual. I want to, but I can't because I'm not allowed to yet and I'm being held by my hair. I whimper. I want to nuzzle and kiss and lick and suck, and I will get to soon. I'm informed that going down on her will be rewarded. I'm supposed to remove her panties and I do so quickly, hopeful of where this will lead, but still careful to not damage them or hurt her. Another word and nose-boop and I'm saying "green" again.
My hair's released and I have permission and I move between her spread thighs, kissing my way up. I know what she likes and as I reach the top, I tilt my head so I can reach her scrotum, licking and gently sucking the sensitive skin, a shade darker than her thighs. I suddenly start to feel a ghost of my actions on my labia and I groan. I slide my hand up her leg and gently lift her soft little cock out of the way to give me better access, nuzzling at her and taking in her scent. I'm such a good girl, and she strokes my hair.
Her cock twitches and I move on to licking up along the shaft. My head rests on her soft thigh as I move to take the tip into my mouth. It's so warm and smooth and her scent is stronger now, enhanced by the taste of her. Her cock twitches more and is actually getting a little hard. The ghost-touches between my own legs feel like someone's sucking at my clit, and I moan, the vibration then making both of us moan as I feel a matching vibration below.
I back off a bit, not wanting to overwhelm either of us, and start to return to just licking the shaft. No, I'm supposed to have her in my mouth. Having her in my mouth is what I'm
for
. I take in her whole cock this time, nuzzling at her pubes, letting the tip of her cock rub against the back of my throat. Her hands are gripping my hair as I start to bob my head up and down its nice little half-hard length. It feels so good and I keep moaning and that just causes more moans and it feels even better that I'm fulfilling my purpose and she's twitching and bucking and groaning and orgasming and I'm so close and I'm so close—
She pushes me back and I'm supposed to be just kneeling again as she leans back into the sofa, breathing heavily. I squirm, my hips jogging a little, not under her control or mine. The word "yellow" comes out of my mouth, somewhat stuttered. She says something and I reply. I get up and sit on her lap like I'm supposed to, knees on either side of her thighs. I'm pulled in close, my breasts pressed against hers through her shirt, my head resting on her shoulder.
