"I could really go for a dog to ride on." A shiver races through your body as the trigger phrase is spoken. Your head spins, your eyes glaze over, and your body starts to move on its own, stripping off your clothes despite the people watching. Once nude, you drop to your knees and poing your muzzle straight up, stiff as a board. "He'll stay like that until I tell him to move," I explain to the people watching, positioning my hips over your head. Your muzzle presses against my hole, then starts to slide in as I lower myself onto you, my insides squelching as they part around your body, until I bottom out on your lap. You kneel, unmoving, halfway inside me. "See? He's just a toy. This is what he's for." I start to bounce on you, demonstrating how effective the hypnosis is at keeping you still. Such a good boy.