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Femi watched her latest thrall as they began to slip, their exhausted gaze sinking down into her breasts. Sliding over to the left as she cupped one for them. Zeroing in on the spiral around her nipple. This was going to be fun.

“My eyes are up here,” she reminded them, watching as their head immediately snapped back up. Their eyes locking onto hers. Their body stiffening as the hypnotic rings in her eyes washed over them, taking with it another layer of resistance. She held her thrall in that gaze a bit longer, before she let them drop back down, directing them back the nipple spiral with one more squeeze.

By this point, the spiral probably looked like it was swirling, drawing them deeper into her power, draining their energy and resistance away. It wasn't, but Femi's whispers into their mind had convinced them that they were seeing exactly that before their eyes. And if they stared enough, they would be even deeper, even more obedient. Femi grinned.

“My eyes are up here.”

Just Femi, casually zonking a new slave. Pic by fight.