"Good girl. Now, let's get started with a nice, relaxing drink ." Veronica slid off the couch, gently scratching Emily behind the ears in a gesture that was both condescending and incredibly comforting. Emily couldn't stop herself from leaning into the gentle scritches, then pouted as her girlfriend slid off the couch and headed toward the kitchen. "Sit back and relax, my love. Watch tv if you like, or read or I dunno, whatever it is you want. I'm not putting any rules on you tonight. This is all about relaxing you. So do it, if you can hmm? For me?" She clapped her hands together and blew a kiss from across the room, then turned to leave.
Watching from her position on the couch, Emily couldn't help but blink. Was that the trigger? It was certainly an odd gesture, but at the same time it didn't seem to do anything. Maybe it was subtle and would build a little more each time it was used? Or maybe it was time-sensitive and she'd slowly start slipping? Or was Veronica just fucking with her? Despite the frustrating, confusing nature of her girlfriend's behavior, Emily couldn't help but relax. She had given up control, and she knew there was no sense worrying about how and when her induction would come. It was inevitable, and she trusted Veronica more than anyone in the world. Such play wouldn't work otherwise.
With that in mind, Emily flicked on the TV and allowed herself to slip into a confused, but carefree contemplation. She allowed herself a quick mental checkup while performing one of the many calming breathing exercises Veronica had shown her. She'd developed the technique during one of the many longer sessions she and her girlfriend had taken part in, a way to gauge whether Veronica had started fucking with her head.
It started with cognitive ability, under her breath Emily whispered the first ten letters of the alphabet backward "J I H G F E D C B A." She murmured under her breath. Satisfied, Emily asked herself her own name, her girlfriend's name, what her relationship to Veronica was, everything seemed normal, no slip-ups there. Mental clarity and sense of self seemed good. Lastly, she checked on her mood. Overall she felt nice, less tense than before, comfortable, content, but not to any extreme degree. She felt like someone with a kind, caring girlfriend who helped her feel better, not an empty-headed hypnotized pet.
Convinced her mind was still her own, Emily returned to doing basically nothing at all. She honestly wasn't much of a fan of TV, but having it on was a nice bit of background noise while she lounged on the couch and tried to keep thoughts of her shitheel parents out of her head. Not long after, Emily felt nails running through her hair. Veronica's nails massaged her scalp with delicious, tingling, comfortingly possessive motions that caused Emily to shiver in delight as her eyes rolled back into her head while eyelids fluttered closed in pleasure.
She felt so blissfully submissive under Veronica's touch, and couldn't keep a soft coo from escaping her lips. Once again, Emily couldn't help but wonder if such pleasure stemmed from that mysterious trigger. Was Veronica wiping away her thoughts with each stroke of her hand? Erasing them 'til she was just a blank canvass? No, definitely not, Veronica stroked her hair just like that all the time, nearly daily, so it couldn't be a trigger, right? Before Emily could examine the thought any further she was interrupted by Veronica sitting on the couch once more and setting a glass on the coffee table, though Emily didn't bother opening her eyes to check what had been prepared.
Somewhere above her, Veronica shifted. There was the sound of her exhaling breath into the liquid held in the glass, then she leaned down toward Emily. "Will you sit up and drink a bit for me, sweetie?" She asked in a honeyed voice.
"Am I not allowed to drink on my own now?" Emily put on an air of petulant mockery. What fun was surrendering to Veronica if she didn't make her work for it first?
"Not tonight, I'm indulging you every step of the way. Open." Veronica snapped her fingers at the exact moment the command left her mouth, and suddenly Emily felt doubt and confusion cloud her mind. That had to be a trigger, right? It was a command mixed with an external stimuli, Veronica snapped her fucking fingers, that was the triggeryest trigger that ever triggered and yet she didn't feel any less present, did she? She was confused, definitely confused, really confused but when she ran through her exercises everything seemed fine. She could do the alphabet backward thing, her name was Emily, Veronica was her girlfriend, she was Veronica's girlfriend and occasional hypnotic submissive. It all checked out, nothing seemed out of place, and yet -- warm, thick liquid slipped between Emily's lips, pulling her away from her self-interrogation. It was sweet, with a strong, dizzying, flowery, spicy smell, and no shortage of alcohol.
Even as the concoction flowed past her lips and down her throat like hot, tingly syrup questions echoed through Emily's mind. When the hell had she sat up and opened her lips? Did the command really work? Had the finger-snap been an actual trigger or was that force of habit? Perhaps it could even be a natural submissive desire to do as she was told. The questions kept flowing, it was almost as though Veronica were doing it on purpose, deliberately trying to confuse her into thinking she were hypnotized when she actually wasn't. Wait, that had to be it, right? This was just another layer of Veronica fucking with her. Maybe there was no hypnotic trigger at all, if not then could it have actually been the drink that was supposed to mess with her mind? It was definitely alcoholic, but what if those strong, heady flavors were meant to mask something else entirely.
"B-babe, what was in that? You didn't drug me did you?" Emily's voice was weak, quivering, but still somehow deeply relaxed.
"Oh darling no. Come on, you know me, I'd never give you any weird drug without your consent. It's just alcohol. Do you not like it?" There was real, genuine concern in Veronica's voice that just helped Emily relax even further, she really was loved, cared for, safe. Fuck her parents, she didn't need them, she had all she could ever need in her Veronica.
"I like it, sorry. I think my mind is playing tricks on me." As though she had been waiting for Emily to utter those very words, a delighted giggle slipped from Veronica's lips. Emily almost opened her eyes then and there to see what the big joke was, but felt too safe and relaxed to bother.
"That's the idea, isn't it? Who knows, maybe there really is no trigger. Maybe the real hypnosis comes from me fucking with you enough that you simply believe you're hypnotized. Suggestion is a powerful thing, after all. And I'm sure I could get you so rattled and mixed up that you would just open up the gates to your mind. That you would let me right on in to have my wicked way with it. But then again, maybe there actually is a trigger. I'll never tell. Not 'til it's too late, anyway." Emily could practically hear the gloating smile which was no doubt plastered across Veronica's face. It found its way into each and every one of her words. Perhaps that was the trigger somehow, could a tone be a trigger? It certainly painted a vivid picture so maybe it --
Emily's train of thought was interrupted by Veronica's soft, pillowy lips pressing into her forehead in a long, doting kiss. Emily smiled wide at the gesture, it reminded her that the whole point of the exercise was to relax and have fun. She wouldn't have agreed to the whole thing in the first place if she wasn't intending to lose out in the end. Veronica loved her, loved her so, so very much in ways that surprised and delighted her every day. Emily felt that love welling up inside her, warming her from head to toe, pushing away all doubt. She could trust Veronica with her mind, she knew that. She wrapped her arms tight around Veronica's waist and pressed her cheek into her girlfriend's midsection, smiling wide and happy up at Veronica as her eyelids fluttered open to see her girlfriend's angelic face gazing down at her with a loving, protective smile.
"Feeling a bit better?" She asked, her voice wrapping around Emily like a warm blanket of care. Emily just nodded, keeping the same silly smile on her face. That was just how Veronica made her feel. "Let's continue then, can you get on your stomach for me? I want to give you a nice massage to help you relax." Emily complied, with a little assistance from Veronica, who gently helped her flip over. Soon her shirt was off, then her bra too, Emily wasn't really paying attention, but Veronica was remarkably deft in disrobing her relaxed little submissive. Emily was about to comment on just how eager Veronica was to get her top off, then those fingers sank into her skin and any protest died in her throat with the heady moan that escaped her lips.
This was no simple backrub, Veronica had gone for full sensuality. Her nails would lightly trace Emily's spine, just before her hands sunk into her flesh, pressing in firm, gentle circles, only to give way to delicate, wet kisses and licks upon Emily's back, then the nape and sides of her neck. Veronica grew only more adventurous, hands dipping under Emily's skirt to grope her rear and oh so delicately trace her lower lips through the fabric of Emily's panties. There was a rhythm to her motions, in and out, back and forth, up and down, fast and slow. That rhythm was so easy to sink into, to become trapped in. Emily was left panting, lost in dizzy, dreamy, relaxing pleasure. Some tickle of a thought wondered whether or not this was another trigger, but each time the thought began to form some other new touch would send waves of pleasure crashing against her mind then drag her curiosity out with the tide.
