"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....
