âYou want to be brainwashed, donât you?â He already knows the answer before he even asks the question; long hours of deep trance have lulled Shana into a state of obedience so profound that even the most basic aspects of her identity can be altered. He has so many avenues available to him to strip away her independence and leave her his obedient cumslut that itâs really more of a question of finding his favorite methods of emptying out the bright, self-willed woman who came to him to study hypnosis and discovered too late that he only taught his students how to be hypnotized. âYes.â
âYou want to be my slave, donât you?â Thereâs no real mind behind those glassy hazel eyes at the moment, and the thick, horn-rimmed glasses on her face give her the appearance of a parody of intelligence rather than its substance. Shana looks like a mindless pornstar slut pretending to be a teacher or a doctor or a scientist, a resemblance aided in no small part by the strands of pearly semen dripping from her chin to land on her lap where she kneels. He has to use her before he can program her. Otherwise his cock distracts him too much. âYes.â
âYou love it when I cum in your mouth, donât you?â He knows that he could take her deep again, hypnotize her with a trigger word or a swaying pendant or simply the sight of his mesmerizing cock and blank out her mind so profoundly that her brain is completely open to his control. But thereâs something so much more sexy about bringing Shana back up from trance with her vocabulary systematically pared down until she remembers exactly one word from a mental dictionary that once held hundreds of thousands, and can thus respond to his questions with one and only one answer. âYes.â
âYou love being cocknotized, donât you?â Of course, she still understands his questions, even the ones that involve interpolating the meaning of a neologism like âcocknotizedâ from contextâthe mind is a wonderful thing, especially an adaptive and imaginative and intelligent mind like Shanaâs, and she has no trouble holding the two contradictory concepts in her head of being smart enough to comprehend everything he says to her even as her empty, obedient brain gropes and fumbles for a response and finds only a single word left for her to think and say and believe. âYes.â
âYouâre my mindless, helpless cumslut, arenât you?â And this method allows for so much deeper, more complete control than hypnosis alone. Naturally, he can always fine-tune Shanaâs mind by taking her under and smoothing out her identity into the shape he wants it to be, but some part of her would always believe that she was only obeying because sheâd been hypnotized to obey. She wouldnât resist, but she would imagine that resistance would someday be possible. He doesnât want that. He wants Shana to crave his deep, powerful control. âYes.â
âYouâre a cocknotized, obedient cumslut for Master and you love it.â But right now, sheâs wide awake and she knows it, even if her intellect is carefully limited to think only the thoughts he wants her to think. Sheâs responding to him of her own free will, even if the only answer she has is the one heâs provided to her, and she can hear herself agree in her own voice with everything he says. Itâs impossible for Shana to escape the inevitable conclusionâher Master is right. About this, and about everything. âYes,â she replies vacantly, and her pussy tingles and throbs with an arousal that cements his complete and total control.
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