I put two fingers through the chrome ring of her collar and pulled, gently but firmly.
She's a trooper, and even as the post-hypnotic trigger kicked in, turning all her muscles to jelly, her hand kept bravely pumping my cock, until finally it too let go and went limp, resting against my thigh.
She was collapsed on her side on the bed. I rolled her body, naked except for the collar, onto her back. Her eyes were staring helplessly at the ceiling, her mouth hanging open a little. I lifted up her arm, and let it flop all the way back down. Ragdoll.
I'm not interested in fucking a doll. But I was interested, very interested, knowing that there was a bright woman in there, not in trance at all, feeling absolutely helpless and exposed, unable to move a muscle. And that she was getting off on it, wildly.
I stretched out alongside her. Plenty of time. I trailed the fingers of my right hand down her belly, and down an inner thigh. A creaky moan escaped out of her mouth, but the face didn't move a bit.
Then I raised myself up and grabbed her tits with both hands. I kneaded them aggressively and twisted the nipples - I wanted her to feel how I could use her body any way I wanted.
I moved to the end of the bed and pulled on her knees to spread her legs apart. It took some trouble, since her legs were dead weight without her helping. She couldn't.
I grazed her pussy lips, which was enough to hear her breathing change instantly. I could feel the moisture on my fingertips.
So I pushed a finger in. There was a gasp. I was treating her body like a plaything, for me to poke and explore. I fucked her with my finger for a while. The response was certainly muted, so I had to imagine what was going on in her mind. I knew just the right curl of my finger to drive her crazy, but she couldn't express it.
Suddenly I wanted her to. Switching to lightly, rapidly rubbing her slippery clit, I moved up her body, and pressed my left index finger against her forehead. The post-hypnotic trigger to allow energy to flood back into her body - to stop being a ragdoll.
Within seconds, her face came alive. She was frowning and opening and closing her mouth. The noise level got a lot louder. Now her whole torso was active, twisting and squirming.
I took my hand away from her pussy. "Sit up," I said.
She did, breathing hard.
"Put your hands on my shoulders, and look into my eyes."
I wanted to see the exact moment she felt overcome. I watched carefully as I pulled on her collar ring. And I saw it, in her eyes. And I feasted on that.
She tipped forward and crumpled into me, head sliding down my bare chest. I stroked her hair.
I hoisted her up by the armpits a bit, and then tossed her back down on
the bed. Her head thumped into the pillow.
I turned her on her side and pulled her into a spoon. My hard cock
nestled in her ass crack, and she whimpered a little.
"I could just take your ass right now, and there's nothing you could do
about it, is there."
A louder whimper.
"In fact it's so relaxed right now it would welcome me in. You couldn't tighten up at all. "
But I didn't go that way. (I have a lot of big ass talk but the real thing is only for rare occasions.) Instead I let her onto her back again, and knelt on either side of her chest. I rubbed my cock along her cheek. The length of it stretched up alongside her staring eyes.
Then I stood beside the bed and stroked my cock, keeping it hovering over her body as my pleasure built. I reached over and put my hand on her chin, tilting her head so that she was forced to stare at my erection. After a while, a bubble of spit appeared at the corner of her mouth, illustrating her drooling longing to take me in there.
Or maybe it was the the posthypnotic salivation suggestion. That could be it.
Man I love hypnosis.
