Just like last Saturday, Victoria woke up first. This time, however, she was in her bed, snuggled up under the duvet next to her partner. Propping herself up on her pillow so she loomed over Samantha, she undid the top two buttons of her lilac nightshirt.

Before too long, Samantha started to make the little mumbles and twitches that meant she was beginning to wake up. Unable to leave the bed without permission anyway, Victoria happily lay there and watched her girlfriend awaken, smiling adoringly at her. At last, her eyelids flickered open, her gaze falling first on Victoria’s chest before drifting up to her face.

“Morning,” Samantha murmured, smiling sleepily.

“Morning, sunshine,” Victoria grinned. She ran a hand up Samantha’s side, tickling her lightly. “Wakey wakey!”

“Ooh, stoppit!” she giggled, squirming but not trying too hard to get away. “I’m up, I’m awake! What’s the rush?”

“The rush, darling, is because it’s time for my revenge.” Victoria did her best approximation of an evil smile, although it was hard to keep a straight face, especially with her girlfriend peering up at her with a half-asleep smirk.

“Revenge? For what?”

Victoria pouted. “You know what! For turning me into a fucking dog for two days!”

Now fully awake, Samantha gave her an indignant double-take. “You want revenge for that? That was supposed to be a treat for you!”

“Two days,” Victoria practically shouted, poking Samantha in the ribs. “You made me your literal bitch for a whole fucking weekend!”

Samantha folded her arms. “You agreed to it,” she sulked.

“I thought we were only gonna do it for one day!”

Samantha smirked up at her. “No, babe, you knew. You agreed to the whole weekend, and then I made you forget...”

“Shut up,” Victoria laughed. “I never know whether to believe you when you say things like -”

Samantha sat up straight, looking her straight in the eyes. “You knew,” she said firmly, with a commanding, yet reassuring, smile.

A shiver went through Vicky as she felt compelled to respond, words coming from deep within her. “Yes, I knew, Mas-” She stopped herself, blushing and covering her face with one hand. “Stooop,” she whined, giggles escaping her mouth. “I’m trying to be toppy for a minute! Just let me have this, it happens once in a decade...”

“Sorry, sorry!” Spluttering with laughter, Samantha let her head fall back onto her pillow, clutching at Victoria’s upper arm and giving it a tender, apologetic rub. “Please, go on with your revenge.”

Victoria rolled her eyes, a broad, flustered smile on her face. “Why, thank you,” she said sarcastically, eliciting more chuckles from her partner. Composing herself, she stared down at her imperiously. “I’m going to hypnotise you,” she said in her most sultry voice, “and I’m gonna mould and reshape your mind, and turn you into whoever and whatever I want you to be...”

Samantha’s eyes widened, an excited smile spreading across her face. “Oh, really? And who - or what - is that, exactly?”

“Oh, that’s going to be a surprise, love.” Victoria let her expression shift into one of worry and doubt. “There’s just one problem with my plan...”

Samantha snorted. “You’re picking holes in your own plan? Interesting strategy...”

Victoria ignored her, sticking to the script she’d devised in her head. “I can try to act dominant and powerful, to put you into a deep trance... but we both know I’m weak and dumb and helpless.” She stuck out her lower lip a bit, to make herself look even more sad and powerless. “We both know that you could resist almost anything I try, that you have more strength of will than I could ever hope to possess... that you can overcome anything I use to try to put you into trance.”

Her mouth curled into a sneaky smile. “Except for just two things.”

Samantha raised a curious eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? And they are?”

“My tits, of course,” Victoria said matter-of-factly. “You can’t resist my tits.”

Both times she said the word ‘tits’, she saw Samantha’s eyes briefly flicker downwards, towards the little exposed part of her chest. Just as she’d hoped.

“Is that so?” Samantha sniggered dubiously, though there was a blush creeping into her cheeks.

“Oh, yes. I know you’ve always loved my big, heaving breasts.” Victoria traced a finger along her own chest, stroking down towards her cleavage. “The shape of them... The feel of them... The taste... The smell...”

This time Samantha’s eyes lingered, following the path of Victoria’s fingertip. “Mm,” she mumbled, biting her lip. “They are... lovely.”

“You love to stare at them. You love to gaze at them. You love to get lost in them.”

Samantha giggled, looking away. “Nnuh, no... I’m not -”

“And you know exactly what I’m doing, of course,” Victoria purred. “You know I’m setting a trap, making my breasts hypnotic and compelling to you... But knowing about it doesn’t stop it. It just makes it more powerful. It makes them more powerful.”

Samantha was trying to stare up at the ceiling, but her eyes kept darting back to her left, glimpsing Victoria’s chest, getting caught by them for fractionally longer and longer each time. Her blush was growing more and more pronounced, her giggles increasingly breathy and helpless.

“You know what’s gonna happen. You know my boobs are gonna steal your mind away. But that doesn’t matter, does it? Because you love them so much, you can’t help yourself... You can’t help staring at my ripe, round tits... at my deep, exciting cleavage... at the soft skin of my chest...”

Grasping her boobs through her nightshirt, she pushed them together slightly, and bounced them gently. Samantha’s eyes were stuck on them now, unable to look away. Her smile and her blush were fading, her mouth hanging slightly agape, as she slowly forgot her embarrassment and grew ever more fixated on Victoria’s breasts.

“All your resistance is vanishing, Samantha. You can’t even think about resisting, because all you can think about are my tits.” Victoria rubbed her hard nipples through her shirt. “Touching them... Groping them... Squeezing them... Kissing them... Licking them... Biting them... Burying your face in them, and breathing them in... Getting so horny, which only makes you sink even deeper... Your head is full of my tits. No thoughts... Just tits. No thoughts, just tits. No thoughts, just tits...”

“Nuh thauhh,” Samantha droned unintelligibly, a trickle of drool escaping the corner of her mouth. “Jus’ tits... Tiiits...”

“You’re entranced by my boobs,” Victoria whispered, fighting to keep her tone steady as she felt triumph surge through her. “You’re enraptured by my breasts...” She smirked. “You’re totally, utterly, titnotised.”

No reaction from Samantha - not a giggle, or even a hint of a smile. She just continued to stare dazedly at her partner’s chest, softly moaning, “Tiiits...”

Grinning jubilantly, Victoria continued, “And all you need to do now, to go into a deep trance, is bury your face in them. Sink into them, and sink into hypnosis. So I’m just going to move you towards my chest...” Shuffling along the bed a little, she reached out and placed a hand behind Samantha’s head, gently pushing the mesmerised, unprotesting woman closer towards her. “And once you feel your face on my tits, you’ll drop deep, deep down...”

The nearer she got, the sleepier Samantha looked, her eyelids drooping so low she probably couldn’t even see Victoria’s boobs any longer. “Tits,” she mumbled one last time, almost inaudibly, before her face came to rest on soft flesh, her nose in Victoria’s cleavage, her lips on her skin. The rest of her body went slack, Victoria’s hands pressing against her back and her head, holding her close.

“That’s it, Samantha, dropping deep for me now,” she encouraged her hypnotised girlfriend, cradling her head against her chest. “Breathe in my tits, and sink even deeper, feeling so wonderful... So open, so malleable, so titnotised... Ready for me to take control for just a little while, and change you however I like...”

Lifting a leg to half-straddle Samantha, Victoria shivered as she felt drool drop between her boobs and run down her torso. She grinned widely. “I’m going to enjoy playing with your mind, Master,” she teased, knowing her domme was too deep down to be alarmed by what she’d said.