Vignette at a Party

"So, Jane said you've been hypnotised for the party but it's all just an act, right? You're just playing along with that outfit and everything?", she stood back to look me up and down, her wine glass tipping slightly as she considered me.

"Yes!", I smiled at her. She looked a little disappointed. The words spilled out of my mouth as I tried to explain, "Yes, I can't say the word yes to any woman tonight. The hypno thingy makes me say yes, because I'm empty headed and obedient!"

"You can't say...", she thought over what I'd said, ".. really?! So it's for real?"

"Yes!", I smiled happily.

"Well, OK. I'm Catherine. You are?"

I knew the answer to that one, "Trixibelle C. Sparkles!", involuntarily I curtseyed as I announced my name.

Her free hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh, "Really? Trixibelle C. Sparkles? What does the C stand for?"

"Please don't ask me that!"

"Why not? What does it stand for?"

"Cuntsucker!", I squirmed in shame, saying the word a little too loudly.

"Oh my, that's quite rude. Isn't it embarrassing?"

"Yes! I've got to be as embarrassed as possible!"

"You have? Why?"

"It makes me horny to be a helpless little plaything, so the hypno thingy makes me play the role all night. I secretly want everyone to see what a vacuous fuck doll I am!"

"I see... and the outfit?", she gestured at me.

"Dressing like a slutty fairy princess turns me on so much! I want to be a cartoon sex toy. Please don't tell anyone! It's so humiliating!", I pouted.

"I think it's a bit late for that honey, everyone's been commenting about you. That really is the frilliest dress I have ever seen and as for the rest. It must have taken hours to get like that!"

"Oh yes! Jane said there would just be a few people here", I blushed miserably at the room full of sophisticated, beautifully dressed people and without thinking fluffed up my petticoats to their most full.

"Oh, poor you! And you're really hypnotised? So you have to do all these things?"

"Humiliating myself in front of strangers is super horny! Oh god, please keep it a secret. Jane has left some toys in the bedroom so I can put on a show, I'd love you to fuck my face and ride me till my boobies bounce!", I gasped and tried to cover my face in shame, but my disobedient hands went to my pumped up curves, "Please, help!"

"Oh that's awful! In front of all these strangers!", she stared sympathetically into my eyes, "you really can't help yourself can you?"

"Yes!" I cried.

The corner of her mouth twitched slightly as I tried furiously to say the other word, but succeeded only in bobbing my head around, making my ridiculous pink pigtails swing as I cried "Yes! Yes!" again.

"Well, let me see...", she calmly said, "..all these strangers, and some very sexy women. It must be very embarrassing to be like this in front of some very cool people. You must feel terrible. Will you let me help?"

"Oh thank you!", another involuntary curtsey.

"Ok. Listen to me carefully. I think Jane knew what she was doing. I want you to go to the middle of the room, and jerk yourself off whilst singing 'Little Miss Muffet' as loudly and as cutely as you can. Do you understand?", again she stared intently at me.

I couldn't say a word, but mutely nodded my head in shock.

"I'm going to ignore you, so everyone thinks you're doing it of your own accord. I'm sure that a big orgasm will get rid of that hard on for a while. So when you're done, I want you to go and introduce yourself to the women you're most attracted to and tell them all the filthiest things you could do for them. You're going to be super cute and flirty for them and utterly humiliate yourself. Understand?"

"Yes", the word came quietly out of my mouth.

"You'll keep on doing that until you get hard again. Work the room like an good little slut. I'm not sure how quickly you recover, but it should keep you busy. Once you're hard again, you will come and talk to me. Is that clear?"

"Please! Please don't make me!"

"Trixibelle, do as you're told!", she commanded simply, turning her back to me and walking away.

In a daze I found myself obediently making my way to the middle of the room, teetering on my heels and steering between little groups of chattering party goers. Some giggled as I passed, many just stared.

"Little Mith Muffet, That on a tuffet!", I lisped in a humiliating little girl voice, one hand pumping away in my panties, barely covered by the short cloud of petticoats. Guests stopped talking, turned to gawp at me. A few began to laugh. "Eating her curds and.."

A woman, younger than me and stunningly made up, dashed out of the crowd to stand right before me, "Stop!", she called over the laughter and my noisy performance, "You can't do that!", in relief I obediently stopped.

"You'll make a mess on the floor!", she laughed, "use this". She gulped down the last of her drink and handed me her glass, grinning broadly.

Obediently I lifted my petticoats and held the glass in place, resuming my pumping and singing directly to the woman, "Little Mith Muffett...".