"W-wha....?" It took Paige a moment to collect her dazed and scattered thoughts enough to even continue her sentence--between the muzzy sensation that still clung like cobwebs inside her head and the sheer strangeness of what had just happened to her, she couldn't quite seem to process anything properly. Little details stuck in her mind here and there, distracting her from her efforts to understand what she'd just experienced, and she found herself noticing the texture of her nipples against the palms of her hands or the chill of saliva evaporating from her pale, pendulous breasts instead of focusing on what she was doing. If she did think about it, Paige realized, she was probably going to lose her shit.
Which happened a few seconds later. "What the FUCK did you do to me?" she shouted at the man sitting on the bed as he lounged insouciantly with one leg up and the other on the floor, looking at her with an expression of paternalistic smugness that would make Paige want to slap him if she was capable of moving her hands away from her tits. He was naked apart from a dress shirt that hung open, revealing a suntanned chest with a light coating of dark, coarse hair that didn't match his bleach blonde mop of curls, and she felt like she knew his name. But the only term she could think of for him was 'Master'.
He chuckled. "I'm going to assume that's a rhetorical question, slave," he said, reaching down and resting his hand on his testicles. He had huge balls, Paige couldn't help noticing. She'd been with plenty of guys, and while 'Master' didn't have a lot to write home about in the dick department, he definitely had a sack she wouldn't be able to fit into her mouth.
Wasn't. Not wouldn't be. Paige suddenly felt a fierce blush redden her cheeks as she remembered trying her hardest.
"I... you... oh god." The memories kept hitting Paige, new ones surfacing every time she thought she was beginning to come to terms with what she'd experienced until she felt like she was going to pass out. She sat down hard on the edge of the mattress, her head swimming as she remembered detail after lurid detail of the entire trance and everything 'Master' had made her do. The sight of his phone, a spiral pulsing on the center of the screen that captivated her gaze in a suspiciously familiar way. The command to follow, absolutely irresistible to her numb and vacant brain. The strip-tease she'd done, and the effect it had on his stiffening cock. The desperate, slurping blowjob. The sex. So much sex. She--she'd begged him for it by the end. "You hypnotized me."
He laughed again, seemingly delighted by her shock and dismay. "I hypnotized you several times, slave," he said confidently, his hazel eyes sparkling with a merriment that Paige couldn't help loathing. "You didn't seriously think that would work on just anybody, did you? Walking up to you in the middle of the grocery store and showing you a spiral on my phone? No, silly girl. That was a post-hypnotic trigger. You responded to it because you had a suggestion in your brain telling you to sink deep for me the moment you saw it."
Paige sputtered incoherently. "N-no, but--but I was, you would, that... that means...." She shook her head until her long, honey blonde hair brushed along the entire length of her back, desperately willing herself not to believe anything her 'Master' told her. He couldn't have hypnotized her before. She would have remembered if he'd hypnotized her before. She would have recalled staring into that warm, pulsing spiral, feeling that tide of sleepy relaxation tugging her thoughts into it, struggling only to realize that it felt better every time to fight and fail to resist his inexorable control....
Shit. 'Every time.' There it was. Paige slowly trailed off into silence, feeling the edges of a shape in her head that was too vast to properly take in from her perspective. She felt insignificant next to it, awed and terrified by the scope of a power that seemed to dwarf her so completely now that she recognized it that she could barely even see how much of her mind it held in its grip. She could only properly calculate it by inference, noticing the things she wasn't allowed to notice and developing as a result a gradual awareness of the oblivion at her core.
"If... if you did, um... that...."Paige began again, her voice tentative as she explored verbally what her mind was only just beginning to accept, "then why do I remember what happened? Why didn't I just forget the way I did, uhm... before?" She hated the hesitation in her own voice, the utter confusion it betrayed by its existence, but at the same time she couldn't pretend she wasn't the least informed person in the room right now. 'Master' knew more about Paige's mind than she did, he had an awareness of her experiences that she lacked, and that meant she had to come to him if she wanted to know herself. That made her feel vulnerable in a way that even sitting naked with her hands on her tits couldn't manage.
"Because I didn't want you to forget this time, silly girl." 'Master' stared directly at her tits as he spoke, clearly entertained by Paige's inability to stop squeezing and groping them despite her best efforts. "I wanted you to remember what I'd done to you, and who you truly were now. I wanted you to be fully, completely, one hundred percent aware of your status as my brainwashed slave so you would truly understand what it meant when you obeyed me anyway."
Paige squirmed, suddenly feeling seen in a way that had nothing to do with her nudity. An awareness of her own arousal slowly settled onto her mind, crowding its way past her shock and confusion and demanding her attention with a sultry urgency the helpless woman couldn't ignore. She ached to reach down and play with her slick pussy, but her hands refused to move away from her tits... and she knew, with a conviction that absolutely refused to be denied, that they wouldn't move because 'Master' had told her to keep them there. And she couldn't disobey. "oh," she said, her voice small and meek and utterly defeated.
