Georgia Confirms You Can't Be Hypnotized
Now you're back on stage with all the other guys from the last session.
You believe my last presentation ended with you, the one guy I could not hypnotize, the one guy no one has ever hypnotized. You believe that you told me to drop to my knees, so that if I want you to masturbate on stage, you can do it in my face. You remember the audience laughed, even the other guys I had successfully hypnotized laughed and you thought it was at me. But, then I told you to get the fuck off the stage and that was the one and only command you thought you had obeyed. Now I've invited you back up here for more.
The show begins like the last one. I'm wearing the dress with the complicated pattern that you still can't figure out. But you focus on my pussy instead, the most beautiful pussy you've ever seen. As I talk about focusing on my dress, you pay little attention to what I say, but you listen to my soothing voice, a voice like heavily scented incense that rises into your nose, ears, mouth, eyes and into very pore on your face, the incense going into your brain and clouding . . . your mind . . . sleep . . . fall deeper . . . empty . . . let go!
You see that there are a dozen men on stage, just like the last time, standing about half an arm's length apart, facing the audience. I am facing all of you, giving you more time to study me. You love my pussy. It captivates you as my sweet voice continues to cloud your mind. Sleep . . . fall deeper . . . empty . . . let go!