"It doesn't mean I like you," Jessie blurted out, before realizing exactly how that sounded and quickly backtracking to try to find a way to phrase her denial that didn't make it seem like Rae was getting on her nerves or something. "I mean, it doesn't mean I like you like, like that." She felt her cheeks prickling with the fierce heat of a blush, which only made things worse--Jessie was always the type to burn rather than tan, and her skin showed embarrassment so easily as a result--but she plowed on ahead, desperate to finish her thought before Rae could get the wrong idea about her.

"I mean, it's just a, a, a natural reaction to, um, s-stimulus," she stammered out, uncomfortably aware of that cool, knowing stare focused on her bright red cheeks. "Like, I mean, anyone would get at least a, a little wet if you r-rubbed them like this--I mean, not you specifically," Jessie added rapidly, suddenly realizing that she was making it sound like Rae had some kind of special talent for caressing a woman's pussy that would make an entire gender melt into dazed, distracted arousal. Which sounded even worse than admitting she was really into what Rae was doing with her cunt right now.

Which--yes, it felt good, it felt very good, and Jessie was already a little bit nervous about what might happen when Rae decided to stop and Jessie had to ask herself whether she really wanted her to--but it wasn't that kind of special. It wasn't 'oh my god, just snap your fingers and I'll spread my legs for you like a needy little bitch in heat' levels of arousal the way Rae was bragging about earlier. It was just... just... Jessie noticed the awkward silence beginning to stretch out, broken only by the soft squishing sounds of Rae's fingers churning Jessie's messy cunt, and realized she had to say something or Rae would think this was genuinely getting to her. "I just mean anyone would get wet for, um, anyone," she finished weakly.

Rae chuckled, and Jessie tried to hide the momentary vacancy that flooded her gaze as the other woman gave her a particularly intense caress that pressed down right over her clit to send a potent pulse of hot, sultry pleasure directly into her brain. "So you don't think there's anything strange or unusual about what we're doing here," Rae murmured, her smoky contralto tones seeming to stroke something primal in the back of Jessie's brain just like her fingers stroked inside Jessie's cunt. "This is just something that could happen to anybody, anytime."

"W-well, I--" Jessie's brain lurched to a sudden stop as she tried to imagine this exact same scenario playing out with any two people under any random circumstance and it suddenly hit her just how unusual it was to be sitting on another woman's bed, shorts around her knees, staring helplessly at a spot on the far wall while their fingers pumped in and out of her sloshing cunt. It felt shocking and inexplicable when divorced from context, and Jessie had to forcibly remind herself that it all made sense when you knew what led up to it the way Jessie did.

It--it was perfectly reasonable to keep staring the way she did. She had to... to go into at least a light trance, to let herself get at least a little bit mesmerized by fixating on the tiny divot on the far wall, because Rae kept telling her she was hiding a crush on the pretty redhead and hypnosis would reveal it. And Jessie knew that she was wrong, because she knew her own mind and there was nothing secretly lurking in the back of it just waiting to make her cream her panties for Rae's sexy body, so it only made sense to succumb to Rae's sultry voice and drift into mellow, placid relaxation for the other woman.

And... and honestly, once Rae started purring gently in those whiskey-warm tones of hers, telling her how wet and horny it was making her to be hypnotized by her secret crush, it--well, Jessie had to prove her wrong, didn't she? She couldn't just sit there, staring vacantly into space with her jaw slack and her eyes going gradually unfocused, letting Rae convince herself that Jessie's pussy was beginning to leak into her panties. The only way to address that kind of mistake was to wriggle out of her shorts and let Rae see for herself.

Rae had just gotten a little... a little overzealous, that was all. A tiny bit overenthusiastic in her inspection of Jessie's cunt to see if it was really drooling with lust the way Rae kept asserting so confidently. And when someone was playing with her pussy like that, not someone specific with a--ohhh, fuckk, god did that feel good--with a 'magic touch' but just anyone doing anything in such a sensitive spot... it, it was bound to have an effect. That was all that was happening here. Jessie had taken a series of perfectly logical, entirely reasonable steps to satisfy Rae's concerns, and the outcome was maybe a little unexpected but not at all unusual. In context.

But she had to admit it did look kind of bad. Especially to Rae, who prompted Jessie with, "You were saying, sweetie?" and making her all too aware that she'd once again drifted off into woolgathering to the rhythmic accompaniment of Rae's fingers squishing and sloshing inside her wet, sloppy cunt.

She rallied gamely, though, stirring her lips back into speech despite the unaccountably muzzy feeling that so much hypnosis and so much pleasure was eliciting in her muddled brain. "Well, m-maybe not anyone," she admitted, "but, like, anyone who was alone with... with someone they, um, trusted." That seemed safe to admit. That didn't feel like it was giving too much away. She could say she trusted Rae enough to let the other woman hypnotize her, and felt comfortable allowing her to touch Jessie in ways that were probably a little too intimate for anyone else, and it didn't mean she was... was....

Fuck. She was so fucking wet right now. She needed to cum so bad.

Rae acted like she knew it, too. She kept constantly teasing, pressing hard right over Jessie's clit until Jessie was practically panting with arousal and her trembling knees stretched the fabric of her shorts to its absolute limits before backing off just enough to keep Jessie simmering with arousal. "So you trust me, then?" she asked, sounding unswayably confident that the pulse of lust between Jessie's thighs would keep her too distracted and off-balance to really consider any hidden agenda behind such a seemingly simple request for confirmation.

Jessie couldn't really argue with that kind of confidence. Not with her clit throbbing so hard like this. "Unh, uh huh," she grunted, her eyes going glassy as she let herself focus fully on the input from more important senses. She hated to admit it, but Rae really did have kind of a knack for this.

"It's okay, babe, you can say it," Rae chuckled, apparently amused to no end by Jessie's befuddled state. "Just relax and let go and tell me you trust me." She sounded triumphant, and yet at the same time so unbelievably soothing--it was like she was laying down a furrow for Jessie's thoughts to settle into, and it was just so much easier to follow along that path than to try to climb up and over the sides.

And Jessie found to her delight that it was nicer than she could possibly have imagined to simply give up the struggle to think and just let Rae take care of all that tedious work so she could concentrate on pleasure. "I trust you," Jessie sighed, the vacant drone of her own voice convincing her of the depth of her trance in a way her own mind never could. She sounded like a hypnotized thrall, caught and captured and completely unable to resist Rae's power. She sounded empty and blank, and that made it so easy to simply be empty and blank.

"You trust me implicitly," Rae intoned, emphasizing the words with another hard press right over Jessie's clit that left Jessie trembling and panting with thoughtless lust. Something seemed to give way inside her at that touch, some innate sense of pride she'd been hanging onto by her fingernails that told her she had to keep her composure lest Rae come away thinking Jessie was weak and gullible and easy to manipulate. She could let all that go now. She trusted Rae.

In fact.... "I trust you implicitly," she heard herself mutter, the words somehow feeling like they came both from inside and outside her empty head. She knew them, she believed them, but at the same time they felt like they were coming from a second and unimpeachable source, and Jessie found the conviction they carried sinking like a stone deep into the very center of her identity. She trusted Rae, she knew it the same way she knew she hated green beans and loved direct-to-video Disney movies. It was right there in the core of her sense of self.

So when Rae whispered, "You love me, don't you?" in a calm and confident tone that made it clear she wasn't really asking, Jessie discovered that it was simply impossible to argue with the assertion. She trusted Rae, after all. She trusted her implicitly, trusted her enough to spread her legs like a needy little bitch in heat the moment Rae suggested it. If Rae said that Jessie loved her, she must know better than whatever foolish and confused voice Jessie was listening to inside her head just a short while ago. Jessie couldn't even remember anymore whether she'd really thought otherwise, or if she simply didn't want to admit to feelings that might be risky and complicated and dangerous.

She didn't want to try to puzzle it out, either. Not when her clit was throbbing like a second heartbeat and her brain felt mushy with lust and the front of her shirt was soaked with drool. Jessie mumbled out, "I love you," her voice nothing more than an empty monotone, and it fully hit her just how close Rae had taken her to the edge in anticipation of that exact answer when suddenly the other woman's fingers pushed her hard with relentless stimulation until she squealed in orgasmic bliss.

Once Jessie started cumming, it felt like she never stopped. Rae just kept going, overwhelming her with one climax after another until her head was ringing like a gong with exquisite pleasure and her eyes wouldn't stay open even a second longer. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she heard herself chanting, prompted to push the words deeper and deeper into her own brain until she lost track of where her voice ended and her thoughts began, and the endless euphoria cemented Jessie's newfound conviction more strongly than she ever thought possible. She'd somehow imagined that she couldn't be made vulnerable to brainwashing this easily, that it would take time and effort and constant reinforcement to reshape her core beliefs, but now that she was under Jessie found her will to have all the strength of wet tissue compared to Rae's inexorable caresses.

She never wanted it to stop, but her stamina had limits and Rae's fingers eventually found them. Jessie eventually dozed off in Rae's arms, the boundary between trance and sleep blurring and collapsing as she slipped away into oblivious ecstasy... but when she woke, it was with a light of radiant affection in her eyes, and the very first thing she did was offer to reciprocate the pleasure Rae had so freely provided her. And it gave her the most inexpressible joy when Rae smiled and spread her legs, offering Jessie the chance to go down on the woman she loved so very, very much.

THE END