“So I won’t remember any of this?”
She looked up at the hypnotist. She was about to experience her greatest dream, but she would have absolutely no idea that she had.
“You’re right. All your memories of me and this will be locked away. But that’s only one part of this”
The hypnotist moved calmly. It was clear he had done this before. Despite this, it was clear from his eyes that he was enjoying every second it.
“Your current identity, all your beliefs, all your habits, all your thoughts, all your opinions, everything you are, I’ll turn it into a mask. A mask you won’t know you’re wearing”
He stepped closer to her, letting his hand run across her face.
“And I’ll make a new you underneath the mask. A desperate slave who needs to obey me more than she needs air. Someone who is beneath me in every way, and she will love it. A mere doll for me to play with”
She anxiously bit her lip. She tried imagining what being that kind of slave would feel like, but her mind could barely concentrate.
“You will seem like your old self. You will act the same as before. You won’t remember a single thing about me or what you truly are. But the moment I tell you to take the mask off, it will all flow back to you, and you will know what you are”
She grabbed hard onto her legs. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to cry or start thanking the hypnotist.
“But as soon as I tell you to put the mask back on, you will lock that all away in your mind. You will think you’re just your normal self. No one will be any wiser to it. But underneath that mask, you will always be my slave”
The hypnotist leaned in and whispered into her ear.
She was frozen with fear. The mere thought of what he was describing was horrifying. But she knew in her heart that there was only one right choice. Her desires were to deep for her to say anything else.
“Yes sir, this is what I want”