“And present for me,” he said. She nodded dully, pulling her sweater up and over her head to hook it behind her neck so that her breasts were fully exposed, then undoing her bra so that they swung freely for him. “How does that feel, pretty girl?” he asked, his tone calm and soothing. He didn’t even need a trigger or a focus anymore; all he needed to do was pitch his voice in the proper hypnotic cadence, and her subconscious did the rest. She knew when she needed to be in trance. And she was happy to surrender to his guidance.
“Feels… good,” she mumbled, her eyes staring vacantly at nothing. He smiled, pleased not only with the sentiment but with the slow, thoughtless phrasing of the response. Awake, she could express her feelings with the finest words of a poet; but when her mind slipped into hypnosis for him, her thoughts were simplified down to their essence. And essentially, submitting to his will and displaying her body for him was purest pleasure. For her, it simply couldn’t be anything else.
(It could. He’d given her all the chances she needed to free herself from his hypnotic control, walked her step by step into slavery until she forgot even that she’d chosen to forget belonging to him. Nothing pleased her more than to lose herself in obedience, her mind and her will edited until she thought and remembered only what he wanted her to. Even now, a word from her would make him unbind the invisible chains around her consciousness… but it was a word she could never bring herself to give.)
His hands caressed her ample breasts, reminding her with every touch that her body was a plaything for her Master. “You always want to present your body to me, don’t you, pet?” They both knew the answer already, but he loved to ask and she loved to respond. It brought her a pleasure so intense she could barely describe it, and that pleasure would always draw her back even when she forgot its cause.
She sighed, her eyelids fluttering as her pussy grew more and more aroused. “I love to present my body to Master’s gaze,” she droned, her voice a deeply hypnotized monotone. “I love to present my body to Master’s touch. I love to be owned by Master. I am Master’s obedient toy, and my mind is empty and compliant for Master.” He thumbed her nipples as she spoke, watching with gratification as her eyes rolled back in her head and her breath escaped in helpless gasps.
“Good girl,” he purred, leaning down to gently kiss her breasts. “And what do you want, pretty slave?” He smiled, loving the way she went through her paces like a champion. Nobody surrendered as well as his good girl, nobody went as blank and nobody gave herself as thoroughly. He could reshape her mind into anything, bend her will until she lived her life only for her Master… but why would he do that, when she was so incredible just as she was?
Still, knowing that he already had her mind molded into perfection didn’t change his enjoyment of her surrender. “I want what Master wants,” she moaned, her body quivering under his touch. “I want to be Master’s desire, I want to obey Master’s… oh, Master’s will. Please?” Her eyes were barely open even a sliver now, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Please may I come Master?”
He could never resist her when she begged. “You may,” he said, and his fingers slipped under her skirt as he helped her to the release she craved.
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