“…And 5, awake and aware, but still feeling nice and fuzzy and trancey for me.”

Sara sighed happily as her eyes fluttered open and she snuggled into Tom’s embrace. Somehow, they always ended up cuddling during their inductions - something about the intimacy of it made her want to get as close as possible to him, and he certainly had no objection to it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asked gently.

“Hmm… Happy… relaxed… in love with you…”

“Aww. I love you too.” He planted a kiss to her temple, and Sara melted back into his arms, even the simplest of affectionate gestures feeling so much more powerful after she’d just dropped deep. With a mountain of effort, she rolled herself over while remaining firmly in his lap, tugging on his long, dark brown hair to pull him into a kiss of her own. His hands lazily drifted to her sides, dragging his fingers along her flanks in the way he knew she liked, making her tingle with a calm pleasure as her own hands slipped beneath his shirt to stroke his chest. They remained locked like that, exchanging wet, open-mouthed kisses, running their hands over each other, and just being, for who-knew-how-long. Sara could never keep track of the time during these lazy makeout sessions even without trance stretching her perception of it; Tom, she knew, was worse even without being hypnotised. However, as their touches and kisses slowly lost what little chasteness they’d had to begin with - as Tom’s hands slipped under her shirt in turn; as Sara’s lips moved to his neck; as Tom overtly began to take in the smell of her blonde hair - Sara laboriously lifted herself up to the peak of his lap, positioning herself right over his crotch. Even through multiple layers of clothing, his erection was obvious, its heat feeling infinitely potent against her own core. She dragged herself across him, and they both let out quiet groans of pleasure as she did so.

“You feeling a bit aroused there, honey?” she teased, whispering into his ear.

“Look who’s talking,” he returned, and she realised that her own arousal would be just as obvious to him.

Pulling back from their kiss, Sara began to remove her shirt. “I hope I’m not getting in the way of any plans?” she asked, only for Tom to begin to shuffle around as he started to strip too.

“Not at all,” he smiled once they’d both got their shirts off, Sara reluctantly rolling off of him so they could get to their pants. “It’ll work better if you’re awake, I think… although, if this is all you want tonight’s session to be, I’m more than okay with just having my cuddlebug tonight.”

Sara, her pants around her ankles, had her arms around Tom again, pressing their bare chests together, before she’d even fully realised that he’d used a trigger on her. “Cuddlebug” was one of their favourites, so it was no surprise she’d react so quickly, she reflected as he returned the gesture, giving her another kiss to release her. She chuckled ruefully as they returned to undressing. “No, I’m eager to do more. I know it’ll be worth it, even if it means giving up on snuggles.”

By now they were both naked, and Sara, her limbs still feeling heavy from residual trance, gratefully flopped back onto the bed as soon as Tom patted it in invitation. He rolled on top of her, the two of them working together to get Sara back onto the bed more fully. “I’d ask if you’d rather be on the top or the bottom,” she said, running her hands through Tom’s hair as he took a breast into his hand, “but I think I’m too relaxed to do anything but bottom.”

“Nah, that’s fine. It’ll probably work better if I’m on top anyway.”

She mouthed against his collarbone, shivering as he ran his thumb across her nipple. As he lowered himself slightly to kiss her other breast, she could feel his cock rubbing against her pussy, a movement Tom repeated, slowly coating the underside of his shaft in her slick. Sara lazily moved a hand downwards to touch him, spreading her wetness across him, urging his erection to grow further still as his tongue swirled around her nipple. They were both growing needier still for each other, she could tell, and so it came as no surprise when he lifted his head and met her gaze, his eyes filled with longing.

“You ready for me, love?” he asked.

“Please,” she whispered, and helped guide him inside her. Sara’s eyelids fluttered as she enveloped him; both of them let out deep groans as they paused for a second - an era - adjusting to the new sensation. As one, they exchanged a nod, and Tom began to thrust into her, rolling his hips slowly, but powerfully.

“How’s that feel, love?” Tom asked.

“S-so good…” Sara cupped his face with the hand that had been at their crotches, slathering his cheek in their combined fluids. His tongue briefly emerged to lick it off, and he smiled at her.

“D’you know what I’m doing to you?”

“Ahh… Fucking me?”

Tom chuckled. “Well… hah… yes, but more than, than that… I’m f-fucking your mind away.”

Sara frowned slightly. “You’re… fucking my mind away?”

He looked her in the eyes, sounding more confident. “I’m fucking your mind away.”

“You’re fucking my mind away.” She could feel herself starting to believe it.

“I’m fucking your mind away.”

“You’re fucking my mind away.”

“I’m fucking your mind away… but you’re not noticing anything different. N-not yet. You… oh, fuck… you know, f-for a fact, that it’s happening, that it’s l-leaving your head, b-but you don’t feel any different at all.”

Sara nodded, wide-eyed, letting his words wash over her and into her, and decided that for now, they didn’t matter; this felt too good; Tom’s hand back on her breast, squeezing and toying with it, and she locked her legs around him and pulled him closer, letting him thrust in faster and harder as she pulled his head towards hers for a deep kiss. They both moaned into it, and then he lifted himself up again.

“W-what am I doing?”

“You’re, you’re, oh God, you’re fucking my mind away.”

“Again.”

“You’re f-f-fucking my mind away.”

“Again.”

“You’refuckingmymindaway, please, I’m so close…”

“M-me too, just a bit l-longer…”

Sara whimpered.

“Do… d’you know what’s gonna h-happen… when you cum?”

“M-my mind will, will be all g-gone?”

“Yes. It’ll be gone, but… but it’ll still be there, for now… Do you w-want your mind to v-vanish?”

“I just want to cum, I don’t care, I’m so fucking close, babe…”

“Yeah… Good girl.” Tom moved a thumb to her clit and dragged it across, his thrusting growing more frantic and erratic. That was enough to send them both over the edge.

“Oh, Tom, Tom, Tom!”

“Oh my God, Sara!” Pleasure coursed through them, and, temporarily starved of energy, they collapsed, Tom’s reassuring weight pinning Sara down, the two of them still tangled together.

After some time, who-knew-how-long, Tom eventually stirred, spurring Sara to do the same, propping herself up on her elbows as he took some of his own weight on his arms. “How are you feeling there, love?” he asked.

“Good… Wow, that was hot.”

Tom chuckled. “Yeah, well, we’ve barely started. Unless you’d like that to be all?”

“No, I’m up for more… And, besides, I need to know where my mind is.”

“Yes, that’s an interesting question, isn’t it? Because it’s certainly not in your head, is it?”

Sara shook her head. “No, it’s not. You fucked it away.”

“In fact, I don’t think it’s anywhere in your body. But somehow, you’re still acting like you have a mind.”

“Hmm. Quite the puzzle, isn’t it? If only there were some smart, dashing hypnotist who could tell me exactly where it went.”

Tom laughed, self-deprecatingly. “Well, I suppose we’re out of luck, then. Unless…”

Sara laughed in return. “I suppose you’ll suffice. Do you have any ideas?”

“Well… Let’s walk through this logically. We know, for a fact, that your mind’s not in your body. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“But, at the same time, if you still have your mind, it must be inside you somewhere. Still with me?”

“Yes…”

“So… how could your mind be inside you, but not in your body?”

Sara’s gaze was drawn downward, to where their bodies met… to where Tom’s cock was still inside her. “Oh.”

Tom’s voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “What do you think will happen if I pull out?”

Sara blushed, biting her lip. “I… I think I’ll go mindless.”

“Shall we test that theory?”

Sara nodded, and Tom began moving, slowly pulling his cock out of her. As he moved, taking his time… she felt it. She could feel herself getting fuzzier, her thoughts becoming simpler, her emotions fading away, all impetus within herself getting smaller and vanishing until-

***

Tom stepped away from the bed, erection disappearing - but not for long, he reckoned, as he regarded the limp, glassy-eyed, blank form of his girlfriend. The way the mindlessness had overtaken her had, as always, been really fucking hot - Sara always slipped into blankness, struggling against it slightly, and watching her try and fail to find her mind and letting it fall away was always a turn-on for him. Tom allowed his hands to rove across Sara’s body: stroking a cheek; picking up a hand and letting it drop back down to the bed; pinching a tit, pulling the nipple up into the air, before releasing it; nudging her legs further apart to run a finger down the length of her slit, collecting his cum and her slick together. He returned that finger to her face, slipping it in her mouth, Sara’s tongue not so much licking it clean as being used by Tom as a rag to wipe their fluids off by himself. “Poor, mindless doll,” he crooned to her, “your body just completely helpless without anything to impel it to move… completely dependent on me…” What might have been the slightest of reactions passed through her form as he continued to toy with her. “Mind you - heh, so to speak,” he continued, “your body still knows where your mind is. And it’s desperate to get it back, of course; it knows, on a cellular level, that it needs your mind. Now, it can’t do much to act on that… but there’s just enough impetus left in there for your eyes to track exactly where your mind is… They can’t do anything else, in fact. Just following your mind, eyes helplessly, mindlessly locked to… well, to my cock.” He could see the shift in Sara as her eyes indeed drifted downwards to his crotch, fixing in on his already reappearing erection. Was this strictly necessary? Of course not; all Sara wanted from being blanked was the general helplessness and ceding of control, like he’d been giving her already just by playing with her limp form… but hey, it was certainly an ego boost to have his beautiful, amazing girlfriend unable to look anywhere but his cock.

Tom spent some more time just admiring Sara’s body: how completely she gave herself over to trance and blankness; how beautiful she looked lying there, dazed and relaxed; how lucky he was that she’d agreed to explore this kink of his and had instantly fallen in love with it. Eventually, he sent another casual hand wandering down her body and found that she was once again hyper-sensitive, just as he was beginning to feel. “I reckon it’s about time we put that mind of yours back in your head. What do you think? Oh, silly me… Now, what would be the most efficient way to do that, I wonder?” It might have been his imagination, but Tom could’ve sworn he saw Sara’s lips twitch ever so slightly in response. “Oh? Does your mouth want something in it? Well, I guess I could oblige…”

Tom gently picked Sara up in his arms, cradling her, and gently deposited her by the side of the bed. Fetching a pillow, he placed her in a kneeling position atop it, a pose she instinctively held once he took his hands away. Sitting on the bed in front of her, he rubbed his cockhead against her lips, which slipped open in anticipation. “You eager to get your mind back, love?” he asked. He eased himself slowly into her mouth, Sara’s lips curling around his cock as he did so. As he pushed in further, he could see flickers of awareness returning, and then Sara was blinking curiously at him, a confused expression crossing over her face that slowly resolved as she took in her surroundings. “Welcome back, beautiful,” he smiled.

Sara mumbled something around him that he couldn’t really make out.

“Sorry, love, I didn’t quite catch that. Do you wanna be able to talk properly?”

Sara nodded, bobbing her head slightly along Tom’s length and causing him to have to suppress a groan.

“Sure thing. Although,” he added as he began to pull out, as if it were an afterthought, “I’m pretty sure your mind’s still in my cock. But, you know, whatever you say…”

Sara mumbled something that might have been, “Hey, wait!”, but even as she finished talking, her eyes were starting to glaze over, and then Tom pulled out entirely, leaving her blank again, a trail of fluid connecting his cock to her mouth. Cupping her face, Tom pushed back into her, feeling another pulse of arousal as he saw Sara’s mind turn on once more.

“That’s a problem, isn’t it?” he mused. Sara rolled her eyes in what Tom was pretty sure was an affectionate way. “I guess I’ll just have to fuck your mind back into you. You up for that?”

“Mhm,” Sara mumbled, bobbing her head again in a way that was definitely intentional this time.

“Alright, then. Although… I suppose the amount of mind you’ll have - until I’ve fucked it into you - will be proportionate to how much of my cock is in you. That sound reasonable?”

Sara blinked, in that way she did when taking on a new suggestion, then mumbled affirmatively again. God, he’d have to make sure this conversation stopped smartish, or else he’d come before they’d properly got started.

“So I suppose I’d better make sure not to pull out too far, or else your mind might start to flicker on and off, and we wouldn’t want that… or would we? I dunno, what do you think?” He pulled out of her again - not all the way, this time - and bit his lip as he saw Sara’s expression glaze over once more, before thrusting back, deep into her mouth. She grumbled around his cock, and he grinned. “Or do you want that? Do you want me to fractionate you just by face-fucking you?” Sara’s pupils blew wide and she rubbed her thighs together; clearly, this was getting to her. “That’s the spirit,” Tom smiled, and began fucking her in earnest.

Tom watched Sara’s face, rapt, as he thrust in and out of her mouth, seeing her mind stutter in and out of functioning, expression slowly becoming more dazed even when he was as deep as he could go. When Sara was fully present, she was clearly getting into it, trying to use her tongue on him, only for it to slacken and fall when he pulled back out. Her eyelids were fluttering rapidly - he had to briefly pause to check if she was getting enough air, only to get an enthusiastic, happy noise from her and realise that she was just naturally dropping further as she continued to pleasure him. Tom was soon panting, open-mouthed, and Sara was clearly noticing this when she was awake enough to do so, licking and sucking to spur him onward, and-

With a concerted burst of effort, Tom withdrew from Sara’s mouth, a confused sound escaping her throat for half a second before her mind vanished again. Her mouth hung slackly open, gaping at him as he wrapped his hand around his cock and thrust once- twice- and, on the third stroke, came all over her chest, leaving her covered in his cum and still distinctly mindless.

***

As Tom laid himself back on the bed, recovering from his second climax of the evening, Sara’s body remained in place, perfectly still, eyes still tracking his cock, mouth still hung open in a guileless expression. She wasn’t really aware of anything, so had no idea how long he left her there, but when he eventually sat himself up and began speaking, something in her responded. Not something she would, in retrospect, class as “awareness”; more like some part of her reflexively reacting to her hypnotist’s voice.

“Oh, dear, it looks like I missed, a bit,” came Tom’s voice, sounding completely unrepentant - not that Sara knew that, of course. “Although… I suppose your mind is on your body now, isn’t it? So presumably, it’ll start seeping back into you, letting you slowly become aware - still in trance, but mind mostly back to normal. Only, it’s not on your head, is it? So it won’t return there, not immediately - I think you’re gonna end up with your mind in your tits. Won’t that be fun?”

Even before he’d quite finished speaking, Sara began to notice the change - she could feel her mind, slowly, reawakening within her. Fuzzily, sluggishly, she began to take in her surroundings again; began to regain control of her limbs; began to think, in a coherent, uninterrupted way, not like the pulses, the rapid rising and sinking, she’d felt when he was fucking her face. Eventually, she managed to grin dopily up at Tom, still feeling a bit thrown from the blasting her mind had received earlier. “Hey,” she giggled.

“Hey yourself, beautiful. How’re you feeling?”

She cocked her head, trying to gather her thoughts into a coherent shape. “Good… bit silly… not quite back yet…” She giggled again.

Tom smiled knowingly. “Well, I guess that’s to be expected, when your mind’s in your tits. You can feel how it’s changed, can’t you? You’re feeling softer, and squishier, and hotter. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yeah…” Sara bobbled her head eagerly in reply.

“Cuddle?” Tom held his arms out, and Sara stumbled to her feet eagerly as Tom moved back to the head of the bed. “Yeah, you wanna be my cuddlebug, don’t you?” Sara collapsed against him as the trigger took hold, giggling once more as Tom planted a gentle kiss on her lips, then turned her gently so she was cradled in his lap.

“So how do you like having your mind in your tits?” Tom asked her.

Sara considered it. “‘S nice… relaxing… but feels kinda just like being all trancey…”

“Well, maybe it is… but I think there’ll be some interesting differences too…”

“Ooh… such as?”

“For a start, your tits will probably be a lot more sensitive, won’t they? After all, if your mind’s right there, you’ll feel everything that happens to them more acutely. Does that sound right?”

“Uh… yeah?” In the very back of her mind, Sara was aware of the fact that this was a suggestion taking root, but she paid no attention to this knowledge.

“Want me to test it out?” Tom’s voice grew slightly huskier as he asked the question.

“Sure.”

Tom ran his fingers lightly over her chest, and Sara gasped as even that simple act sent tingles through her body, waves of fire and lightning rushing through her. She went to say something, but it turned into a loud moan as Tom cupped her tits, squeezing them gently, and she arched off his lap from the sensation.

“That felt good, I take it?” Tom asked.

“Mm, yeah,” Sara sighed. “Honestly, you could keep my mind in here all the time and it’d be worth it.”

Tom chuckled gently; she could feel the vibrations through her back. “Yeah, well, you’d probably get sick of it, wouldn’t you? You haven’t felt what it’s like to wear clothes with your tits this sensitive, after all.”

She conceded the point with a grumble.

“And besides,” he continued, “I think there’ll be another downside to this. Because… what’s gonna happen if your tits move around too much? When your mind’s in your head, it’s held in place by your skull, but when it’s in your tits, it’s just gonna get jostled around.” He hefted her tits slightly, cupping them and holding them up. “And I think that’d be pretty disruptive to your thinking…”

Sara went to say something, but Tom let go of her, allowing her tits to bounce against her body. Her mind instantly became a chaotic, fuzzy mess as she slumped against him, eyes rolling, mouth drooling. A giggle emerged from her lips as she lay there, incoherent. Tom was crooning something at her, but she had no idea what he was saying. Slowly, her mind re-ordered itself.

“Do you get why you wouldn’t want this all the time, love?”

“I suppose…”

“Eh, well, it was never meant to be anyway. Now your mind’s back in your body, it’s gonna slowly make its way back to your head. Very, very slowly, however… slowly enough that we can spend as much time playing with your tits as you want. That sound nice?”

“Get on with it, then, you slo- ohhhhh…”

Tom had pinched her nipples - not too hard, but that was enough to make her weak with pleasure. He followed it up by pulling her breasts up, then letting them drop hard against her body, and Sara’s mind went to pieces once more.

Much of the rest of the evening, Sara spent in a pleasure-addled, mind-fuzzed haze as Tom’s - and occasionally her own - touch on her chest refused to let up, gently coaxing her further into trance and pleasure alike. Tom whispered sweet nothings to her as she slumped and moaned and drooled and giggled as he played her body like an instrument, and soon she was panting against him, begging him for more and more. His hands occasionally drifted between her legs, to feel how soaked she was, and she knew that soon, even the slightest bit more would drive her over the edge. She was too dazed to express it herself, but Tom seemingly sensed it too.

“You’re about to come, aren’t you, love?” he whispered.

Sara responded with a whimpered groan that she hoped sounded affirmative.

“Yes, that’s right… I’m gonna do something in a second that should get you there… but should also completely blank your mind out. And that’s perfectly alright, you can let that happen… and when your mind comes back, it’ll be back in your head, and you’ll be able to take your time to awaken from trance. Do you understand?”

“Yeah… please…”

Tom moved his thumbs to her nipples, just lightly hovering over them. “Good girl,” he whispered, and then pressed - once - twice - three times. Sara cried out as pleasure ripped through her, as she convulsed and clung to Tom, as he hugged her tight and whispered soothing words that she was beyond understanding right now, and then it was all over and she collapsed against him entirely, body and mind spent.

When Sara regained consciousness, Tom had briefly left the room, having placed her gently against the pillow. She could hear the bath running in the next room, and a faint smile traced across her lips. As she did so, her boyfriend reappeared, now in some fresh briefs but otherwise still naked. He glanced at her and, realising she was aware again, hurried over to the bed, scooping her into a cuddle.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asked quietly.

Sara sighed happily against him, lifting her head for a kiss. “Incredible… that was one of my favourite sessions so far.”

Tom preened ever so slightly. “I’m glad to hear it. I had a lot of fun too. Do you need me to awaken you properly, or are you good to just come up on your own?”

She considered it. “Maybe in a bit… for now, I wanna snuggle.”

“Sure thing, cuddlebug.”

Sara hugged him tighter, kissing Tom before allowing him to fuss over her with drinks and, reluctantly letting him get up, the bath. As he sank into the water next to her, she leaned against his shoulder.

“I love you so much, honey,” she whispered.

“I love you too, beautiful,” he replied. “So much.”