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.
