“Hmmm, I don’t know…” Brandon mumbled. “What’s the best way to do it?”

“There isn’t one,” Mistress Susan replied.

“What do you mean by that?”

“There are so many ways for a person to go into trance that it all boils down to personal preference. There are the classics like swinging watches, pendants, colorful contacts, but you can also use candles, a piece of music, or even a subject focus on a part of your body, just to name a few.”

“Look into your eyes and things like that?”

Mistress Susan smirked. “Yes. Eyes are of those things that never grow old. I’ve had a lot over the years putting people under with just my penetrating stare, but I’ve also hypnotized people with my legs, my feet, my ass…”

“Your boobs…” Peter blushed.

“Yes, that too…” Mistress Susan glanced at him. “You’d like me to do that again, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m a simple man with simple pleasures, Mistress,” Peter replied. “I would never say no to such a tantalizing possibility, though.”

“What about you, Brandon? Are you a boob addict like your friend over there or is that something that never crossed your mind until now?”

“Uh, I mean, I guess I never thought about it…” Brandon stammered, the heat rising to his cheeks as he averted his gaze from Mistress Susan’s captivating eyes.

As he shifted in place, his head bobbed, and that’s when he saw it. The hypnodomme undid some of the lacing of her corset, allowing her ample bosom to spill out, fuller and more tantalizing than before. The soft curves were stressed by the black leather, making it hard for Brandon to look at anywhere else.

The room seemed to grow warmer as Brandon struggled to process the sudden surge of desire coursing through him. The sight of Mistress Susan’s alluring cleavage was both mesmerizing and disorienting, pulling him deeper into the depths of his own desires.

“It looks like we have our answer,” the hypnodomme said. “I’m always down for some good old boobnosis if that’s what you want…”

“Please don’t tempt me like that,” Brandon wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Don’t say that, dear,” Mistress Susan cooed, running a finger over one of her nipples. “Temptation makes this so much fun. Think of how good it will be to fall for my boobs and not worry about a thing. All you need to do is keep staring and let me take care of the rest. I’m giving you permission to stare all you want.

Against his better judgment, Brandon couldn’t help but allow his gaze to drop to the center of Mistress Susan’s chest. The sight of her voluptuous breasts, spilling out of her tight corset, was intoxicating. As he looked into those beguiling eyes, he felt his inhibitions dissolving, and his desire to submit to her commands growing stronger by the second.

With a smirk that turned into a seductive grin, Mistress Susan leaned further back in her chair, allowing her breasts to push even more against the corset. The low-cut neckline revealed just the slightest glimpses of the lace and satin in between her ample cleavage, creating a striking contrast against her pale skin.

As her fingers continued to tease her already erect nipples, Mistress Susan spoke, her voice entrancing and seductive. “Keep looking at my boobs, Brandon. For now, that’s all you get but you can always dream of more. Imagine the warmth of my bosom as it caresses your face. Feel the weight of the plump curves in your hands. You like them big, don’t you? Round and warm and perfect… If only you could touch them right now and explore every inch of them… Hmm, it’s hard to think of anything more perfect, isn’t it?

“That’s okay, dear. Hard is good. A hard cock for a soft and pliable mind that wants to experience the joy of trance for the first time. You’ve already seen Ava fall, enraptured by my voice and the wonderful images I planted in her mind, and now it’s your turn, the perfect gift for a perfect evening that’s only getting started. Keep looking. You’re welcome to do so. Allow your consciousness to drift and focus only on pure instinct, the basic desires you keep to yourself. There has never been a better opportunity to let them roam free. Take it.”

Mistress Susan continued her hypnotic seduction, her fingers dancing along the sides of her swelling breasts, sending ripples of arousal through Brandon’s entire body. His heart pounded in his chest, his breath becoming shallow and erratic as he struggled to stop the undeniable attraction from becoming the only thing in his mind. He felt like he was being pulled into a whirlpool of lust and fascination, with no way out.

Her nipples were hard and erect, begging to be touched. The longer he stared the more compelled he was to reach out and caress them, to have the soft flesh beneath his fingers and savor the forbidden pleasure that it would bring.

“Hard… Hard… Harder to fight the growing passion within your soul. It’s electrifying just like the sound of my voice telling you to fall now… sleep now… sink now… Nothing on your mind except my boobs.”

He nodded, his half-open mouth tasting the electrically charged air that pulled him deeper and deeper into her mesmerizing charms. 

“Rest,” Mistress Susan whispered, her voice soothing yet commanding. “Let your thoughts flutter like the feathers of a dove. You’re sinking into me, into the softness that encompasses it all. You need this. You need to surrender to my will.”

Brandon was transfixed, locked in her and the enchanting rise and fall of her plump bosom. He pictured her boobs like soft and warm clouds in a summer sky, dissolving with the breeze and taking his resistance with them. Was it always this easy? A simple shift in perception to turn his world into a submissive puddle?

His mind was changing, the hard lines of doubt and resistance melting like butter in a hot summer’s sun. Her words needled at his heart and soul, pulling the strings with ease. 

“It’s time, Brandon. It’s time for my boobs to claim what’s theirs. At the count of three, all your thoughts will disappear and you’ll respond only to the sound of my voice and what my boobs tell you to do. Obedience is the only path to pleasure and you will obey me. Obey me in 3, 2, 1…”

The birthday boy didn’t even hear the last number. He fell on the sofa, smiling like a bumbling fool. He was hypnotized and free, under her spell.