[pov: transgirl, nsfw, hypnosis, fantasy nonconsent (moderate), love spell, breast hypnosis, praise, heart eyes, perfume/pheromones, praise torture for low self-esteem sub, femdom/femsub, gentle domme, pet play, puppy play]
The doorbell chimed.
Bluebonnet the Baker gulped.
She had so, so desperately hoped the woman outside the window would keep walking. So eagerly prayed that the woman would think the bakery was closed, or was looking for a different shop, a different home, a different target.
Because...
Bluebonnet watched the woman enter, and suppressed a little whimper as she watched those big, soft breasts bounce beneath the woman's dark shirt, so obviously straining to be released.
Because holy
shit
was this lady out of Bluebonnet's league.
The woman was new to town, Bluebonnet guessed, judging by her exotic milk-pale skin and even more exotic rosy dusk eyes. She would surely have remembered a woman with such a curvy, generous build, she thought, biting her lip.
little
bit more...
"Good morning, sweetie!" Bluebonnet was jolted from her stupor as the woman strolled confidently towards the counter with a bright, friendly smile. "Lovely day for a walk, isn't it?" She glanced down to the counter, then back up at Bluebonnet with a slight pout. "Aww, you don't do jelly donuts?"
"I..." Bluebonnet's mind stumbled like a puppy racing downhill and tripping over its front feet. "I, um..." She managed to meekly shake her head, forcing herself to look away from the woman's breasts and towards her eyes.
It took the baker a moment to fully register just what pretty rosy sunsets lay in those eyes of hers.
"Aw, that's okay!" The woman's smile widened a little as she reached down and, fingertips dancing over the counter, pointed out a pastry from the display case--never breaking eye contact. "I'll take this one."
"Um..." Bluebonnet nodded again sheepishly, ducking her head to look where the woman was pointing. "The blueberry tart. Yes." She was intensely grateful of the opportunity to look away from this gorgeous visitor.
Her heart was pounding as she knelt down behind the counter and frantically fixed her ever-messy hair. Since when had it gotten so hot in here? And so...
sweet
? She fanned herself, breathing in the sugary perfume. The bakery always smelled a little sweet in the morning, but this woman was practically bringing a full bakery in with her besides.
As she went to retrieve the order, she tried to make conversation. "Fancying, um, something sweet this morning, I take it?"
"Oh, yes." A little giggle. Her laugh was like the morning birdsong. "I think so."
Bluebonnet looked up and felt her face heat up as she realized the woman was leaning over the counter to watch her efforts. She fumbled the pastry in her hands, nearly dropping it. "S-Sorry," she squeaked, ducking her head.
"Aw, don't be! I'm in no hurry, sweetie."
Sweetie
. Bluebonnet's heart fluttered at the term--the second time the pretty lady had used it towards her. She squirmed a little, only to realize that this had the effect of making her butt wiggle and went as still as a stone. "I-I, um... you're new around here?"
"Visiting." The woman beamed as Bluebonnet reemerged with the pastry. Her eyes--so pretty, like deep wells of rose water--seemed to shimmer. "There are so many pretty sights to see in this cute little village of yours."
Bluebonnet bit her lip. "W-Well, um..." She gave a nervous little laugh as she started wrapping the pastry in brown paper. "Yes, our...
town
is very, um, beautiful this time of year, huh?"
She hated small talk. She was awful at it. She never knew what to say, and people always got annoyed or uncomfortable when she went quiet or fumbled a response. And then they left. Right now, a part of her desperately wanted that to happen, to get over with it--for this beautiful woman to realize how dull and uninteresting Bluebonnet was and stop trying to make conversation.
That said, calling her hometown a
village
sort of rankled. This was a big settlement, even if it was a bit rustic, being so close to the Evergreen Forest. But she wasn't nearly confident enough to try to correct it directly.
"It's such a beautiful little place," the woman agreed, eyes sparkling. "But like a pretty dress, it's the pretty girl that makes it truly breathtaking."
Her eyes were so vividly rosy-pink. Bluebonnet started into them and swallowed. The longer she stared, the more she felt like there was something... off about those eyes.
The way the lights in those eyes swirled like whirlpools..
The way those eyes glowed with a rosy warmth that seemed to suffuse Bluebonnet the longer she stared.
The way the pretty hearts seemed to dance right out of those eyes and into Bluebonnet's, filling the world with that sweet, syruppy light...
And then the stranger's words sank in.
And Bluebonnet's face caught aflame.
"I-I--" It was like the whole world around her melted into honey. Bluebonnet squirmed and whimpered, forcing her eyes down, away from that intense, amused, knowing gaze. "Um. No, I, um..."
Pretty girl. Pretty girl. She can't mean me. What do I do? What do I say?
"'No'?"
"No. I mean, yes. I-I mean..." Bluebonnet swallowed, struggling for words, terrified of meeting that amused gaze again. Without even thinking, her eyes settled on a safe place: The woman's chest. "I just mean, um, I'm not... you mean, um..."
The gorgeous stranger giggled. She stretched, and as she did so, the shirt she was wearing seemed to dip down a bit. Bluebonnet's objections died in her throat as she caught a glimpse of pale skin. "You seem...
confused
," the brunette said sweetly.
Bluebonnet whimpered. She didn't know what to say.
"Are you trying to say," the stranger's voice came out as soft and delicate as spun sugar, her head tilting to the side, "that you're
not
pretty?"
"Mm." Bluebonnet shook her head desperately. She watched the shirt dip a little lower, and her heart started to race like a panicking bunny as pale softness face way to rosy pink the exact same hue as the stranger's eyes--and just as full of pretty dancing hearts. She breathed in, and again her world was washed in sweet pink honey, her mind swimming in saccharine delight.
"That wasn't an answer, sweetie." The stranger giggled again. Gods, that musical laugh again... "Speak up, pet. Vaela's waiting~"
"I... um..." Bluebonnet stared dumbly at Vaela's chest, her lips parting almost unwillingly. "I'm... your pastry is ready, M-Miss." The baker meekly offered the blueberry pastry, clumsily wrapped in brown paper, and brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes. Her cheeks felt positively molten with embarrassment.
"Oh, yes!" Another giggle. "I don't want that anymore." Out of the corner of her eye, Bluebonnet saw those plump, pouty lips curve upwards in a sly smile. "I've found something
much
sweeter in this cute little bakery of yours."
Bluebonnet gulped. She watched Vaela's breasts jiggling softly with those girlish little giggles. Her brain wasn't quite able to understand just... just how the shirt had fallen so low.
But those tits looked... so...
pretty
...
"Eyes on me, pet."
Bluebonnet's eyes snapped up to meet Vaela's. Her heart fluttered and leaped as she realized what she'd just done, and she felt the heat rushing down to her neck.
Her face surely almost matched those eyes at this point.
Those pretty pink heart-filled eyes.
Vaela beamed, reached forward, and gave Bluebonnet a little pat on the head. The hearts swirled around Bluebonnet's mind, drawing it deeper and deeper. Drawing her deeper and deeper in. "
Good puppy
~" she cooed.
Bluebonnet let out a whine.
"My, my," Vaela murmured, her hand descending to caress Bluebonnet's cheek and cradle her chin, "such a
gorgeous
face you have."
"Nngh," Bluebonnet whined. She told herself that she was objecting to this treatment--it was
humiliating
, surely, being stroked and petted like this, as if she was Vaela's property, admired and touched like a captive pet, oh,
gods
, that sounded so hot...
But she wasn't objecting to the treatment. She wasn't humiliated at all. It felt wonderful, so,
so
good, so good it made her knees quake, so good she almost wanted to lean into the touches, to rub her head against the hand like a needy kitten pleading for more scritches. She could barely restrain herself. Barely keep her lips tightly pressed together so she wouldn't cry out. She could barely keep breathing in that sweet, sweet perfume.
She was objecting to the compliment.
Bluebonnet lived alone in her bakery. She had no friends. Nobody had ever called her... called her
pretty
before. Or gorgeous. Or said she had a nice face. Or anything like... like this. All this attention, all this praise...
It was unbearable.
And all the more because she couldn't look away from those lovely, swirling wells of sugary sunset. Couldn't even duck her head. Couldn't stop staring open-mouthed into those shimmering, spiraling hearts...
"And just
