It was the look in the woman's eyes that stopped Shaniqua cold. She noticed it even before she read the speech balloons that had been superimposed over the picture of the naked porn star, an expression of blissful abandon that made Shaniqua's pussy respond with a pulse of instinctive, almost primal arousal. Whoever it was in the picture, she was so totally lost in powerful sexual pleasure that she could barely even focus her heavy-lidded gaze on the camera. Shaniqua hadn't exactly intended to spend her free time looking at porn-she was pretty much just hanging out in her living room lazily scrolling through her feed and half-watching true crime shows-but the picture caught her attention and practically dragged it back to her phone.
Shaniqua's dark brown eyes scanned over the word bubbles automatically, simply from force of habit, but her attention was still very much on the naked woman on the screen. She had light brown skin, perhaps a shade or two lighter than Shaniqua's, and her hair was braided into cornrows instead of hanging loose and natural like Shaniqua styled hers. But there was still a sense of resonance there, a feeling of profound empathy that left Shaniqua imagining just what it would feel like to be on her knees, squatting down onto a thick silicone cock. What it would be like to experience so much pleasure that her mouth hung open in thoughtless lust, her eyelids drooping and gaze unfocused with arousal. And the words...
The more she came back to them, the more Shaniqua found that they emphasized and heightened the power of the image. The woman in the picture was moaning out, 'I am deeply hypnotized,' and even though Shaniqua had never really thought of it as a sexy thing to say, somehow it sounded unbelievably fucking hot coming from those slack, drooling lips. It made the room seem abruptly, uncomfortably warm, and Shaniqua felt as though the person who created the image was somehow watching her. Like they knew what it was doing to her. Shaniqua felt suddenly relieved that she lived alone.
The next speech bubble came from off-panel, clearly meant to be the hypnotist who'd manipulated the woman into mindlessly fucking herself, and Shaniqua shivered with unexpected arousal as she read it over and over again. 'You can't resist the pleasure,' it said, and Shaniqua squirmed on her couch imagining those words purring into her ears with calm, irresistible confidence. She never really thought of herself as submissive-honestly, she'd dealt with too many fuckboys and scrubs who tried to cover for their insecurities with arrogance to ever imagine enjoying the company of a dominant man. But something about the purposeful, almost soothing certainty of the statement made Shaniqua's pussy tingle with excitement.
And the way the woman repeated it back in the next word balloon, 'I can't resist the pleasure,' it made Shaniqua's breathing quicken just a little bit. It brought back memories of old late-night movies and channel-surfing when her parents were at work, finding goofy action-adventure shows made before she was even born and letting them play in the background while she read or played with her toys. It seemed like every single one of them had at least one episode where the heroine was hypnotized, and they all droned out their obedience in the same sleepy monotone. Shaniqua could hear the woman in the picture speaking in exactly that voice, and she was almost astonished at how wet it made her.
Almost before she could stop herself, Shaniqua tapped the name of the post's creator, and found herself on a blog belonging to 'Psychevore'. The bio was pretty perfunctory, just a single half-sentence that read, 'Making smart women into good girls', but Shaniqua was more interested in the pictures. She began to scroll down with her left thumb, her right hand drifting down between her thighs to lightly rub her pussy through her jeans. She was half-hoping to find more pictures of the woman who'd drawn her here... but it didn't take long for her to get caught up in the other images and stories she found.
Every single one of the original posts was another woman, culled from pornography and lingerie ads and men's magazines with a conscious intent to find that same dazed and drowsy look of vacant distraction on each and every photo. Sometimes they were naked and fucking themselves, sometimes they were sucking a cock, sometimes they were simply sitting and staring into space with a blank, thoughtless stare. But all of them looked so happy. So peaceful. And the word balloons always sexualized that empty, mindless state into arousal and obedience. Shaniqua's hand rubbed harder against her pussy lips with every new image.
Sometimes they were begging to be hypnotized, moaning out, 'Please, Master, it feels so fucking good.' Sometimes they were struggling to resist their imaginary captor, whimpering, 'N-no, I... I can't, I... I must stare deeper into the crystal.' Sometimes they were already blank and obedient, thoughtlessly repeating the mantras they were programmed with until their brains dissolved into submissive mush in the final speech bubble. There were so many variations on the theme of deep, mindless arousal, so many different commands and instructions and ways to surrender to the hypnotist's control that Shaniqua felt like she could scroll for hours and not find them all.
There were reblogs, too, content from other blogs with similar themes. Shaniqua had never been so glad that her 'Following' list was set to 'Private', and she tapped over and over on her phone as name after name scrolled by. Many of them featured intricate spirals, looping animations that tugged Shaniqua's gaze to the center of the screen and made her imagine herself as the star of one of the little hypno-comics. So many of them involved a woman just like her, seeing a spiral or reading an induction or just going online and masturbating herself into a lazy trance until her soft, malleable mind dripped out between her thighs, and it made Shaniqua's pussy surge just a little bit more every time one slid past.
