Trudy's body felt exceptional, the kind of gratification the best spa or massage in the world couldn't compete with, the kind of delight that started inside out. That Christmas morning feeling lasting a whole weekend, constantly gifted one hypnotically intimate escapade after another. Thanks to Trudy and Paula vying for their own sense of control, or Robb being unable to resist and more than eager to give the women absolutely anything they desired, Trudy felt blinded by pleasure, so much so that her consciousness seemed highly sensitive to the merest sound despite the body remaining still. Small clicking sounds in particular seemed to knock her back to sleep everytime she heard them, though the same kind of sounds seemed to wake her.
After a while, she forced herself to be aware of a pattern. When she was allowed to pull herself up, just one sound was the signal to be able to do so, yet a pair of the same sounds reversed the course from rising to falling away from consciousness. Everytime it happened, Trudy rose and fell a little higher or lower. Of her own insistence, she was able to pry her eyes open to slits, to see the ends of two long sticks coming together to make that sound, very distinctive from fingers shaping themselves to create a snap. Though she fell again, she at least knew enough who was behind this. She made her eyes flutter, and her mouth move at the next single click.
"Pau..." was all she could elicit before she was sent back down, deeper than before, not realizing how deep a smile she elicited from her hypnotist.
Before Trudy could come back to full awareness again, her senses came back at molasses-like speed, as if made to notice everything about her current position. She was lying down on a hard surface, cushioned by something soft and warm directly on her back. There were cold spots on her flesh, specific places on or around her stomach, yet it didn't bother her as her body was producing heat like a reactor. It wasn't long before she was able to stretch out her arms and muscles, and open her eyes to a the blinds of a patio door slightly cracked, revealing a dim, early evening. Trudy could turn her whole head to see Paula's rueful smile, bringing something to her mouth to consume. It looked like one of her favorite foods, sushi, the authentic Japanese kind that Trudy was made to eventually love too, through either due to overexposure or more mental conditioning, or both. She bit off half of the mass of rice and seafood, and dipped it in a small bowl sitting below Trudy's breasts. A black liquid of some sort, possibly soy sauce. Whatever it was, it enhanced the taste as she brought it past her lips and chewed, closing her eyes to savor it, groaning in pleasure.
"Good evening sleepyhead," Paula finally addressed the lady of the house. Paula caressed Trudy's face, enjoying her friend's touch on a level deeper than she expected. The shared a simultaneous breath and sighed in pleasure together, looking appreciatively at each other like long lost lovers finally able to copulate. In typical Paula grandiose fashion, the moment was altered just above spoiled, Trudy's face still being caressed while her friend reached out with her chopsticks to grip the closest nipple, tugging at it upwards for Paula's mouth to reach it. The deviant hypnotist bore the same endearing smile as she licked it, teasing Trudy's vulnerable emotions and the nipple before stretching it as high as she could, only to watch it fall and make the entire breast jiggle. Paula barely let it settle to stillness before using her whole mouth to suckle gleefully on it, loving how much harder it was getting under an erotically-expetized tongue.
Internally, Trudy was a quivering, convulsing mess the way Paula treated her, a treatment she wasn't allowed to stop and wouldn't have easily admitted she wanted it to stop. There was even less need for protest as her body outwardly was still, impossibly still for what was being done to her atop her dining room table.
"Thank god you guys have a decent sushi place that's open on Sundays," she said as she finished with one nipple, teasing the other as she consumed a whole spicy tuna roll. She groaned for the spice and flavor, and for seeing her friend's eyes momentarily rolling back into their sockets. "Though it isn't as spoiling as having my favorite condiments and amenities all in one place, and a great hostess, the best I've had all week, to have it all laid bare before me," she laughed to herself, responding to Trudy's attempt to roll her eyes with more breast fondling to make the eyes roll directly upwards again.
When Trudy's eyes finally settled down, the first thing to come into clarity was a tuna roll, dipped in black liquid, being offered to her.
"Want a taste?" Paula offered with a smile.
Trudy smooshed her lips tight, hardly fighting against the bodily stillness suggestion that kept her from opening her mouth, not that there probably wasn't a suggestion relaxing her vocal cords to the point of inertia.
Paula looked back at her with confusion, as she took the sushi into her own mouth, and brought the chopsticks back to Trudy's face, bringing the ends together twice.
A single sound shook Trudy from whatever she lost herself in, and brought her face to face with her chopsticks again, except there was a drop's worth of the black liquid at the end of it.
"Let's try this again - open your mouth."
Shock showed in Trudy's eyes immediately after she obeyed.
"Bring out your tongue."
The dark droplet fell, and Trudy braced herself for the soy taste she wasn't interested in at that moment, befuddled at why it tasted so different than she remembered. For some reason, she was allowed to let it linger on her tongue so she could identify what it was, and then swallowed the realization.
"Figured it out, right?"
"Yes, but why" was Trudy's expressive answer.
"Because I gave sushi and vanilla extract a try when I ran out of sushi sauce once, and it turned out to be way better than I could've imagined."
Trudy couldn't fathom the combined tastes of raw fish and the baking liquid together, and showed her disgust.
"Yeah, you make that face, but I bet I wouldn't even have to make you love it in order for you to like it."
Paula took a salmon topped sushi, in the horse radish on Trudy's skin, and into the last of the liquid in the bowl, shaking her head in joy as she poured a fresh amount into the bowl for more.
"Don't worry though, I don't do this to just gross you out. Or not only to gross you out."
Trudy was happy that she was still allowed to use her tongue, to they could extend them out at each other again.
"I bring this up because I kind of made a fun discovery. All that vanilla talk, it hit me somewhere along the line that I'm a sort of vanilla too. Vanilla extract to be precise. As a homemaker yourself and lover of baking, you probably can't count on fingers and toes how many homemade baked goods use the extract, and how important an ingredient it is to many of them. I know it's a stretch to call an entertainer like me an 'essential ingredient' to people's lives, unless you really think about it. Putting together all the fingers and toes in this house right now wouldn't match up to the number of people I've opened up to themselves. Kinks they never knew they might love, the idea that kinks aren't the evil, nasty phenomenon puritanically cultural thinking made them out to be, spicing up the mundane..." Paula looked at her friend pointedly.
Trudy watched as Paula dipped her chopsticks in liquid, bringing them to barely open lips. "A drop of Paula, and you're guaranteed to feel love again." The words slipped past Trudy's waking brain and got her to open her mouth, roll the droplet around her mouth, and feel her cheeks flush at what became easy to identify as Paula in some weird way.
"Anyway, I do that for people, happily, at a premium but affordably compared to what I could charge. But I would be willing to extend my services in this area, pro-libido...I mean bono," she lied horribly.
"Now before you even think about trying to not-protest, because you really can't speak because I haven't allowed you to at this junction of my sales pitch, because how could you when it was a bit of a misnomer for me to suggest you could even try to think because what is there to think about when you've got a taste of me in your mouth, creating a memory and imprint based a person who has a voice that's attacking even the idea of resistance on two fronts worth of senses, with a voice that's taking up any processing power you have for thoughts, utilizing it until what I say becomes a thought, then thoughts, then a whole line of thinking, then the only thought process you've ever known. Oh jeez, where was I going with this? Oh right, you don't know, you don't know where I was going with this because you just follow where I'm going with this, which could be to the ends of the earth and you'd happily follow, clinging to the warmth that is the voice you crave's body, not that my voice couldn't warm you up with just a word, or just hearing my voice gives you a sense of warmth through loving hearing it, being given purpose by doing what it tells you, until all you want to do is...wait, what did I just do it again? Am I really that scatterbrained tonight that everything I say gets confused and tangled up somehow? I hope that's not catching. I can hope against hope that you're not feeling scatterbrained just by listening, getting confused, tangled in thoughts you know are yours from me..."
Paula paused, feeling her pussy quiver at how sultry it was to see what her words and consistent almost-inductions made her listener blush and eyes roll back in ecstasy concurrently. It was surely staining the robe covering Paula's naked form, one she found in Trudy's closet. She didn't know if those kinds of stains ever came out on silk, but she doubted if Trudy would mind in the long run. The temptation to cap her sales pitch with a sure-fire trance was stronger than ever, just because it was her best friend. But respect for her best friend made her want to be plainspoken about what she was proposing. Coercion could wait.
Trudy's dizzied state stopped as the ends of chopsticks righted her back, and let her eyes settle on her friend again.
"You know me; couldn't help myself. But scruples edged out a victory here, because I want you to really be aware for this. I think...no, I do want to start trying to settle down. I've traveled the world, gone places and had experiences I wouldn't trade for anything, except maybe more time with you guys. I realized that somewhere along the line, but was too afraid to admit it. Everytime I see you though, it pops back up, and it gets harder to fight. And like all of my little puppets, it's time for me to give in and accept what my mind and heart is telling me."
Hazel eyes blinked a few times in astonishment. Searching for signs of a fluke statement, she found none on Paula's face. It almost scared her how she was buying into the sincerity of her jokester hypnotist friend.
"Now, I don't plan to stop traveling the world, or doing all those fun stuff, but all the couch surfing and gypsying surprisingly gets old after a while. Yeah, I never thought I'd hear that from me either. But like I said, it gets easier when I've got a good place in-mind, or a good reason for a place. And from earlier, I'm not trying to call your marriage shitty or in need or repair; I'm saying I can always be close by to spice things up, to make life even more not-mundane than it needs to be. I sure as hell need to spice up this neighborhood of yours; I don't know how you found this, this...Vanillaville, little Miss Vanilla, but I won't stand for it."
