"It's just that I've hypnotized you so many times," he said. "I just can't see it going the other way. You just don't...feel like a hypnotist to me." John gave her a look that was both apologetic and assured.
Megan rolled her eyes. "C'mon," she replied "What does a hypnotist feel like anyway? You're a switch, I'm a switch. Let's switch!"
"It's not that I don't want to," he said, "It's more than I don't think it will work. And- you're so new at this that I don't want to destroy your confidence."
Megan smirked. "I've been doing this for a year- I'm not exactly new anymore. And I promise- my confidence as a hypnotist is FINE."
She had an idea. "Tell you what- what if we bet on it?"
John finally looked interested. "A bet? Hmm- ok. What are we wagering?"
Megan quirked an eyebrow. "What do you want?"
John looked hopeful. "A blowjob?"
Megan scoffed. Basic. "I would just GIVE you a blowjob, yknow. If you asked me nicely."
John's smile became shark-like. "I know,” he said. “But it's so much more fun when I MAKE you do it, isn't it?"
Megan felt a shiver go through her- then quickly refocused. (John saw it anyway, she knew. He saw everything.) "Ok, fine. Hypnotically compelled blowjob it is."
"What about for you?" asked John. "What do you want if you win?"
John smirked again. "To give a hypnotically compelled blowjob?" he asked.
"No!" replied Megan, quickly. Then she amended, "I mean- yes, maybe. Ok. Later. But first- maybe a half hour of kitty space?"
John's smile changed again, this time becoming more obviously adoring. "Awww- ok. I can do that. You've missed being a kitty, haven't you?"
Megan blushed and nodded. John reached over and scritched her hair.
She allowed it for a moment, then recentered.
"Ok, so it's set then. I manage to hypnotize you, I get to spend time in kitty space. You resist my considerable skill, and you get a blowjob. Also- no cheating! You’ll have to follow my instructions exactly. Deal?”
“Sure. You don’t get to cheat by saying ‘hey, be hypnotized’ and then declaring victory if I’m not. By the way,” stated John.
“I would NEVER!”, exclaimed Megan, secretly throwing out her plan B.
“OK,” said John. “Besides, I’m kind of curious what being hypnotized by you would feel like. Where do you want me?”
“Perfect!” said Megan. “Errr...just stand right here. It’s a good thing we’re about the same size. Now- just watch the watch.” She pulled a pocketwatch out of her pocket and started waving it.
“Megan-” John started. “You’re probably going to need to do more than just wave a watch…”
“Shh!” said Megan. “You promised to try! Now just watch the watch and don’t talk…”
Well, John had committed to giving this an honest try. He looked at the pocket watch swinging back and forth and tried to focus on Megan’s voice. She was saying some pretty standard patter- about watching the watch swing like a pendulum, about letting it take all of his focus. Yadda yadda. He dutifully tried to follow along.
After a few minutes of this, he realized that she seemed stalled. She talked about the watch and focus but none of the standard next step around getting sleepy or his eyes drooping. John tried to focus in as promised despite these stray thoughts but internally he couldn’t believe Megan was messing this up- the most cliche induction in the book. He wondered if it would be breaking the rules of their bet to prompt her.
“And it is so easy to keep staring, “ said Megan. “Because you know when you stop staring at the watch, you’ll fall into trance.”
Huh, thought John. That was different at least.
Megan continued, “The second you look down or away, you’ll just forfeit. And forfeiting the bet means you’ve fallen into trance. So you have to keep staring, keep looking, keep following in order to win. To resist the temptation of falling deep, deep into trance the second you look down....”
Well, NOW John had no idea where this was going. He had to admit, the confusion and watching the watch was actually starting to make him feel a bit spacey. So- that was doing something, at least.
Megan nodded. “That’s good John. Keep watching the watch and try to resist the temptation to look anywhere else. Even though you know it would feel SO good. Even though a part of you may start to really want to.”
And then, John heard a noise. He was focused on the watch intently like Megan said but - he was aware that her other arm was moving. In his peripheral vision, he saw it moving down...down...to her chest…
“Although it’s perfectly natural to be curious about other things, John. It’s perfectly normal to wonder what’s happening here below the watch. You’re a red blooded guy, it’s normal to WANT to look. But you should resist that temptation and keep looking at the watch. Don’t fall, don’t sleep, don’t look down. Just stare.”
John could tell her hand was starting to move. Fuck, he remembered how much he loved Megan’s breasts. How much he loved to watch her touch them. He wondered what she...
John barely kept himself from looking down.
Megan moaned the next few words. “Even though it’s easy to succeed at failing to resist. Even though a part of you is SO turned on, so curious, so eager to see. You have to keep looking at the watch. You have to resist looking down even,” her moan got high pitched for a second. “Even as it gets more tempting..mmm!”
John wanted to know where she was touching herself.
“Even as you’re soooo tempted now…”
He could tell her hand was moving even lower.
“Even if it would feel….oooooh! SO GOOD!”
God, if he could just see it.
“Umph! Please John!”
His gaze shifted. Almost involuntarily.
He looked down.
A hand swiftly moved to the back of his head and pushed it down into Megan’s cleavage.
“Sleep!” was the last thing John remembered hearing.
Megan was laying across John’s lap, getting pets.
She purred and stretched, looking at him superiorly.
John found he didn’t mind. He should have known Megan would be more creative than even he anticipated.
Besides, he thought, getting Megan-cat to follow his finger, He couldn’t wait to turn her tricks back on her as soon as their next playdate.