“Uh oh, looks like she’s waking up.”

She wore nothing but a pair of pink pasties on her nipples, with a matching set of pink panties. Up until recently, she had been holding a tray with bottles of water on it as other people at the play party slapped, hit, and teased each other.

“Oh my god!” she yelped, blushing profusely. She dropped the tray and moved her arms to cover her breasts in a panic.

Someone stepped up in front of her.

“Do we need to send you deeper again, slut?”

“What did you just call me!?” she exclaimed.

The person pulled forth a crystal on a string in front of her, and her expression instantly slackened as her conditioned response took hold. Her eyes started to roll back. Her breathing slowed. Her arms dropped to her sides.

“Remember,” the hypnotist said. “Tonight, you are a slut. You are meant to be dressed this way. You are meant to show off your body. You are meant to be receptive to lewd requests.”

The hypnotist noticed a twitch in her underwear.

“Oh?” they teased. “What’s this?”

“I think she’s arooooooused!” another partygoer said playfully.

The hypnotist removed her panties, and her cock sprung out, erect and leaking.

A variety of giggles and “awws” emanated from the party as more and more people paid attention.

She giggled a little as well.

“That’s right!” exclaimed the hypnotist. “You are a slut. It feels good to show off like this.”

“Hee hee… that’s right…”

“You wanna fuck really badly, don’t you?”

“I wanna fuck…”

Another butch-ish woman in a harness walked up and took her hand.

“Come on, babe,” she muttered in a husky voice. “I’ll show you a good time.”

The hypnotist smiled as the woman dragged her by the hand into a designated sex room.