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jukeboxemcsa: “I know what you’re doing,” I say, staring up at you with a wary, weary look. I try not to slur the words, but it’s getting difficult to speak. “Oh?” you say, amusement in your voice. “And what am I doing?” “You’re hypnotizing me,” I say. My nipples stiffen as I hear the words coming from my mouth, the defiance almost completely replaced by resignation. “You’re flashing that ring into my eyes to weaken my will and distract me.” You chuckle. “Is that what you think?” you say, fluttering your fingers so that the ring’s crystal catches the light. “You think I’m mesmerizing you? Brainwashing you? Making you helpless and obedient?” “I know you are,” I reply. “All the questions, the innocent act, the ‘accidental’ hand motions…it’s just a trick. I’m not falling for it. I know exactly what you’re doing, all of it.” You smile. My legs part slowly, inexorably at the sight. “But you can’t fight it,” you say. I sigh, feeling my juices slowly soak through the crotch of my panties. “Not even a little,” I whimper. I want to touch myself so badly, but I already know that I have to wait for your command. -- source link