Shed Your Layers
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“I can’t be hypnotized,” Chandra declared as she listened to the ticking sound of the metronome draining her thoughts away.
“Of course, you can’t,” Danielle said while resting one hand on her thigh. “And even if you could, I bet taking off your skirt for me would be the last thing on your mind.”
“You’re right…” Chandra muttered, glassy-eyed, as she felt her friend’s fingers trailing along her leather attire, eager for exploration. “I would never do that.”
“Especially if I told you to. You’re a being of free will, capable of making your own decisions and living with them. But isn’t it amazing when your thoughts and mine are the same and you find yourself agreeing with every word you hear from me?”
Chandra blinked, the rhythm of the metronome pulsing like a heartbeat in her ears. The soft light in the college dorm room swirled around her, casting pale golden hues across her ebony skin as if it too were caught in the mesmerizing spell. Danielle’s voice flowed like a gentle stream, weaving through the corners of her mind and drawing her deeper into its current.
“You like the way I think so much that you’re always thinking my thoughts,” she cooed, caressing Chandra’s cheek with a featherlight touch. “It’s liberating, isn’t it? To let go of all those constraints and allow someone else to guide you, to open new doors in your mind that you never even knew they were there.”
“I… Y-yes,” Chandra’s head bobbed, lost in the sound of the metronome and the soothing cadence of her words.
“You trust me. You believe that I have your best interests at heart and that every word I say reflects the desires you harbor in your heart. Just breathe, Chandra… in and out. You’re thinking my thoughts, and you like every single one of them.”
It was becoming hard for the Nubian beauty to look past the haze clouding her brain. Danielle continued to touch her, first on the back of her neck and then on her lips as if urging her to stay quiet and listen, for she needed nothing else.
“I think it’s too hot in here for that skirt and that you’re going to get itchy all over your body if you keep wearing it,” Danielle suggested. “It would be wise to take it off before it happens.”
Chandra’s breathing slowed down, words fading into nothingness. Her fingers moved as if guided by a ghostly conductor, unbuttoning the leather skirt that clung to her hips. She felt the cool air wash over her skin like a gentle caress and The skirt slipped down her thighs, pooling at her feet – a small heap of fabric that seemed almost out of place against the backdrop of a room buzzing with erotic energy.
Danielle’s gaze was fixated upon her, dark eyes shimmering with something potent and irresistible. “See how freeing it is? To let go. To obey without question.”
Chandra let out a soft moan. She released the skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, where it joined the remnants of her previous constraints: shoes thrown aside like unnecessary worries and a jacket crumpled in a neglected corner – memories of the persona she was leaving behind.
“Good girl. You’re such a good girl when you think like I want you to…” Danielle continued to seduce her already weakened mind. “The best use for your freedom is to give it all up for me. You should take off your top now.”
Chandra’s fingers twitched, a dance of surrender upon her chest as she was coaxed deeper into hypnotic submission. She removed her pink tank top until she was down to her underwear, smiling vacantly.
“Shed all your layers and leave all resistance behind…” Danielle commanded. “Embrace the moment and obey my every command.”
With each careful word, Chandra’s will unraveled further. The woman who couldn’t be hypnotized was now under her friend’s spell, and the weekend was only beginning. Knees feeling like lead, she sank to the ground, reveling in her newfound discovery that freedom and submission were the same thing.
THE END
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