Samantha continues to breath deeply, her footwear discarded. You quietly pull up a chair, sitting down as you gently grasp her ankles and place her limp feet on your lap. Her trance would need to be deepened before things got more...intense.
"Samantha, you are now walking on a beach. The cool breeze will feel good against your warm body, and the sand between your toes very relaxing. The further down the beach you walk, the deeper your level of hypnosis will become," you say to the girl as you begin rubbing and admiring her feet. The rubbing would be imagined to her entranced mind as the sand on the beach and so would not break her trance. You watched her breathing become even more relaxed, her body limper, and became turned on by the sight of feet and the feel of their smoothness in your hands.
A few minutes went by before her trance level reached the deepest it could get. Now you would have free reign to command her as you saw fit and to do whatever you wanted to her. The choice was yours.
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