“You there, dear! What day is it?”

I struggled to open my eyes and wipe the trance from my mind as my top kneeled over me, arms perched on their hips.

Regardless of how groggy I felt, the words left my mouth as my partner had suggested.

“Today? Why, today is World Hypnotism Day!” The enthusiastic, atrocious cockney accent betrayed how befuddled my face must have looked.

“An intelligent bottom!” my top said! “I believe another drop is in order!”

My voice returned to the tired American accent that I normally deployed. “Can we not do the whole Dickensian whimsy thing while we’re-”

They bent over. “That’s not a very wondrous thing to say on World Hypnotism Day, my enthusiastic little sub!”

They snapped their fingers next to my ear. I dropped.

~

“Aaaaand wide awake!”

My eyes struggled to open. I could hardly lift my arms. I still felt my partner on top of me.

“Mmmn…”

“Aaaaand back down…”

To my relief, I fell back into trance…

~

“And back awake! Don’t worry, this is the last time. For now.”

“Oi…” I mumbled through the trance still fogging up my brain. “Those aren’t exactly compatible sentences, guv.”

I snapped awake and covered my mouth, embarrassed. Oh god, they didn’t.

A wry smile crept onto their face. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”

I flushed and slowly shook my head. “Mm-mn.”

They traced their finger over my chest. “Come oooooon.”

“Nngh…” I was still suggestible from the heavy fractionation they had inflicted. “Those aren’t exactly compatible sentences, guv… awww…”

They suppressed a giggle. “Good! The programming finally stuck.”

“Hey, this is right embarrassin’,” I meekly said, my hands creeping up to cover my eyes and cheeks. “I miss bein’ able to talk like I’m not in a Mary Poppins movie.”

Even the words “Mary Poppins” drawled out exactly the way Dick Van Dyke had heinously delivered them.

They couldn’t suppress the giggle any longer. It gave way to a laugh. My blush intensified.

“A ha…” they finished their laugh. “Look at you. You’re red hot.”

“Nooooo!” It was the most comically British “no” I had ever heard.

“You look and sound so cute.”

“Stop! Please!”

I felt myself start to get aroused with them on top of me, teasing me and making me a blubbering Edwardian mess.

They noticed my arousal, apparently.

“But it feels like you like it…”

“Oh no…”

They brushed my cheek with their hand, shooing my own away. I moaned a little. They put on a mock, higher class accent of their own.

“Sweet little sub…”

The blush was getting so intense that my face was starting to scrunch.

“On this most joyous holiday of World Hypnotism Day, all the world deserves to feel blissful, sexy, and entranced. It’s the spirit of the season that we must keep all the year. And you know who my world is.”

I would have groaned at that if not for the pleasurable whimpers escaping my mouth.

“So before I celebrate fully with you, you really ought to…”

They readied their hand. I knew what was coming.

They snapped.

“Sink.”