You open your mouth to protest, but it hangs slack as your mind is captivated by the crystal and lulled to sleep. Alice keeps swinging the pendulum a minute to make sure you're good and under.
"So, Patrick. You seemed to really like my feet, but when I asked you turned red and ran away. Why?"
"You're my cousin. It's wrong."
So it was the incest taboo? That would require careful managing. She rubbed her feet up and down your face while she thought, loving how you leaned in and let her toes into your mouth while hypnotized, without all that baggage of the conscious mind. Perhaps that was it, she decided. She needed to make your foot fetish stronger than your disgust of family sex.
"Alright Patty, here's what we're going to do. I'm going to stick my sock into your mouth and when you wake, you won't consciously know it. Your subconscious will know, though. You'll get hornier and hornier as you suck on my sweat and flavor, and associate it more and more with sex. You'll find yourself paying even more attention to feet, and mine most of all." She pulled off her sock, rolled it around on the base of her foot and stuffed it into your unresistant mouth.
Then she snapped her fingers and you woke up once again.
"Good talk, Patty. Catch up with you this evening." She skipped off, humming merrily.
You worked your jaw, and for a moment could swear you tasted something funny. You decided not to question it, just happy to have not gotten hypnotized this time.
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