"Take off your shirt," he says, but she's not listening. She knows that the best way to avoid being hypnotized is to simply block out his words, so she focuses all her attention on a spot on the wall and resolutely ignores him. She stares intently at the little black dot, just one in a sea of many on the patterned wallpaper, and resolves to not think about anything he says.
"Take off your bra," he says, but she's not paying any attention. She refuses to pay attention. No matter how much he wants to play this silly hypnosis game of his again, she's just going to shut out his voice, stare at the wall, and unbutton her shirt. She's not even going to give him the satisfaction of a refusal. The good old silent treatment, that's what will get him out of her hair. She'll just sit here on the couch, pull off her blouse and throw it to the ground, and act like he's not even there.
"Play with your nipples," he says, but she's already pushed the words right out of her conscious mind. She imagines a whiteboard in her head, and every time he writes something on it she moves in just as quick as a bird and wipes it all away, leaving her mind smooth, blank and empty. She won't even remember the stupid 'commands' he keeps giving her. She's just going to focus her attention on the wall, tighter and tighter on that one spot until it's all she thinks about. She has a moment's difficulty when the clasp on her bra distracts her, but then she manages to get it unhooked and even that little irritation goes away. She's perfectly calm now. She's perfectly relaxed and concentrating steadily on her point of focus. She's not thinking about his voice at all anymore.
"Spread your legs," he says, but she refuses to pay him any mind. As far as she's concerned, she's all alone in the room. She imagines his frustration as she sits there, resolutely staring at nothing, teasing him by playing with her bare breasts and stiff, plump nipples. Not responding to a word he says. Not even looking at him. It's got to be driving him crazy by now. She knows he has to be getting incredibly turned on. She wonders briefly for a moment if he's admitted it, but that would mean listening to him and she's not going to do that. She knows how vulnerable that would make her.
"Hike up your skirt," he says, but she just keeps shutting it out. She has to. He's a very skilled hypnotist, she already knows that from long experience. If she did listen, she knows that his soft melodious voice would lull her into a deep hypnotic trance within moments. And once she was under hypnosis, she knows that it would be all too easy to let his suggestions slip past her conscious mind and soften her will into a deep, warm state of arousal. She spreads her legs as the fantasy slowly creeps into her mind, imagining how good it would feel to allow him to make her smooth, blank and empty like that. She won't, of course. She won't even listen. She won't let his commands sink in. She's just going to stay...smooth, blank, and empty?
"Open your mouth," he says, but she's not really thinking about his words. She's trying to figure out why she feels so calm and relaxed if she's not hypnotized. She knows she's doing everything she needs to do to resist his control; it's almost like there's a script in her head, a list of techniques for perfect hypnotic resistance. Never walk away, that's a sign of weakness that the hypnotist can exploit. Never think about what they say, that's a surefire way to let their commands into your mind. Never distract yourself with any other thoughts, that just allows them to sneak suggestions past you. Never--never--she shakes her head slightly, trying to clear the inexplicable fog of arousal that keeps building up. She squirms in unconscious desire, her skirt sliding up her hips as she does so to reveal panties that are ever so slightly translucent. Something's...
"Suck the dildo," he says, but his words just go right past her. Something's wrong, she knows it, and she can't let go of it until she figures out exactly what it is. Maybe it's her focus? She suddenly realizes that she doesn't know exactly which black dot she was staring at anymore. Her eyes keep going unfocused. She knows how important it is to keep her concentration on a single spot, thinking of nothing else, not letting anything into her conscious mind, but now she can tell that it's not working. She's getting distracted by...by something. It's too hard to figure out exactly what, her breasts are too big and soft and tingly in her hands. A tiny droplet of saliva drips onto them, rapidly worked into the skin by her fingers, and she tries to swallow it back up. It's hard when she can't close her mouth because...because...
