Eden stared mindlessly into Lee's icy blue eyes, her fingers massaging her own breasts over and over in a constant rhythm of blank obedience. Every time a thought tried to come to her lazy, sleepy mind, she felt the pleasure pop it right away until all she could think about was how good her body felt when she obeyed. Her jaw hung open as she watched him, slowly drooling onto her own heavy tits as his inexorable hypnotic power slowly eroded her brain into emptiness.
Then Lee snapped his fingers. Eden blinked, intelligence returning to her expression. Her hands slowly trailed to a stop, then very gradually dipped into her lap. She looked around the chair, still feeling like there was a thick haze floating inside her head, fighting the tendency to just let her hazel eyes go glassy and lock onto whatever was in front of her...finally, she gave up and looked back at Lee. "Um...do you know where my shirt went?" she asked.
He pointed to her bag. "You neatly folded it up and put it away. It was surprisingly meticulous for someone so deeply hypnotized."
She blushed. Weirdly enough, being naked from the waist up didn't bother her at all, but admitting that she was obsessive about keeping her laundry neat felt hideously awkward. "I'm kind of...not OCD, exactly, just weird," she said in self-deprecating tones. "I feel like I have to be in charge of everything, like I can't just let stuff be. I think that's maybe why I came to the con, because I was hoping someone would put that side of me to sleep for a while."
He nodded, looking almost nervous. "And did you get what you wanted out of that trance, Serpent?" Eden examined his face for signs of condescension or mockery, but he really seemed to be listening. Even the use of her 'scene name' didn't weird her out too much anymore; she chose 'Serpent in the Garden' as a private joke on her real name, and she'd gotten used to people calling her that over the last day or so. She reminded herself again to stop worrying about being too strange for this crowd. Probably everyone here had needs that seemed a little weird to other people. You wouldn't make many friends if you treated everyone else's fantasies like they were crazy and still asked them to respect yours.
"Um...kind of?" she asked, as much to herself as to Lee. "I mean, I liked it, but..." Eden trailed off, still not quite sure of her own feelings. That might be the hypnosis, though--she still felt a little bit like she was looking up at 'wide awake' from the bottom of a well. Strangely enough, that almost felt better than the actual trance; she had enjoyed going under for Lee, listening to his rich baritone voice as it described her thoughts popping like soap bubbles, as her body felt more and more relaxed and aroused and her mind felt happier and happier...
"But?" Lee asked, prompting Eden out of her reverie. He actually did look nervous now. That was kind of sweet. So many of her vanilla partners just kind of assumed that sex was good unless otherwise noted (and that you were wrong about it if you noted otherwise) but most of the kinky people she met really treated it like a skill.
Even so, she didn't want to leave him hanging. "But I think I might have been wrong when I said I wanted to shut my brain off? I liked it, but I think that maybe..." Eden shrugged. "Maybe more like a middle ground. Like I want to be aware, but I don't want to think all that much. You know, like..." She giggled as the thought occurred to her. "Kind of like I am right now, I guess. Really horny and kind of scatterbrained and super happy and just, y'know...dumb?"
Lee's eyes widened into understanding, and his face broke into a huge bearded grin. "Ohhh," he said. "You want to be a bimbo!"
Eden's jaw dropped. She sat there for a moment, stunned into silence not so much by the words as her own reaction to them. Actually, it was more like 'reactions', plural; her immediate response was a burst of anger at even an indirect or invited insult to her intelligence. Eden had a PhD in astrophysics and was working toward a second doctorate in particle physics. She knew from long, bitter experience that women with big breasts and blonde hair had to work twice as hard to prove their credentials. It could get so exhausting sometimes.
But at the same time, Eden felt a weird, transgressive thrill to the idea, a surge of arousal that went straight down her spine and grounded itself with a flash of arousal right between her thighs. It felt strangely appealing to take a break from that constant exhaustion, that continual defiance of expectations. It felt weirdly hot to give herself a respite from always having to ask if she was sounding dumb, acting dumb, slipping up, giving people an excuse to write her off. The idea of having permission to be forgetful and horny and flawed had a powerful appeal all of a sudden.
None of that came out in words, of course, but Eden felt like it was written all over her face as she asked hesitantly, "Can you...do that?"
Lee tilted his head to one side, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought it over. "It's not really my specialty?" he said at last. Eden's heart sank. "But I think I could so something along that line, maybe give you a trigger that could make you more easily distracted, increase your arousal levels, that kind of thing. We could play around with it and see if it's more like what you're looking for. You don't want anything permanent, right?"
Eden shook her head quickly. "No, no. Nothing like that. I have to be able to find the airport on Monday, at least." And to prepare for a symposium next weekend in San Jose on spectrographic analysis of HD 202206, but Eden already knew that Lee's understanding of astronomy was limited to finding Orion's Belt on the first try.
"Okay. We can do that. One trigger that makes you dumb, and another one that makes you smart again." Lee nodded to demonstrate his understanding. "I think that's going to work just fine."
"Um." Eden felt sheepish, adding more and more conditions and restrictions to what felt almost like a wish coming true; but after trying once and winding up too far gone to even talk, she wanted to make sure that she wasn't going to put Lee through another round of inductions and deepeners and suggestions just to come back up and say, 'That wasn't quite right...'
"Can we make the trigger something that makes me dumber a little bit at a time?" Eden asked. "That way I don't wind up overshooting 'b...bimbo'..." She was surprised at the rush of contradictory emotions the word evoked, even a second time. "Um, and wind up at 'blank' again."
Lee smiled warmly. "Sure, we can do that. An incremental trigger is fine. Do you want it to be just for this session?"
Eden's face felt like it was on fire as she heard herself saying, in a tiny voice that struggled to sound casual, "No, we can leave it in for now. I, I'll ask you to take it out if I don't like it."
