There comes a point in every trance when the conscious mind simply… gives up. The eyes, already closed, relax so deeply that opening them seems like a physical impossibility. The effort of forming thoughts becomes so great that the inner voice of the waking mind, already muted into passive, dreamy lethargy, goes utterly silent. The subject becomes an empty vessel, ready to be filled with the thoughts of the hypnotist–not eagerly, because ‘eager’ implies volition and they have no will left at all. Just… blank. Compliant. Open.
Maura could reach that point in seconds now. She was very proud.
It had taken a lot of work to make it happen, though. Just as Rome wasn’t built in a day, Maura’s complete, mindless obedience didn’t simply pop into existence the first time Mark swung a pocket watch in front of her eyes and told her to follow it. They discussed what they both wanted her to become before the first time he ever hypnotized her, setting out goals for her conscious mind to follow and making sure that she felt comfortable with them. And when they knew that she was fully ready to be programmed into a blank, brainwashed slave, Mark gave Maura her first hypnotic induction. She didn’t go that deep, not the first time, but he reassured her that all skills take practice.
‘Practice’ meant daily trances, meeting up every evening at Maura’s apartment and taking her deeper and deeper into relaxation before anchoring the trance state to the collar he clicked into place. After a couple of weeks, he began putting on her collar before the induction, and her mind instantly associated the feel of the soft leather around her neck with the sensations her mind felt when she slipped into hypnosis. A week or two more, and Maura was going into trance simply from wearing it. But Mark wanted her to go deeper still.
They began to introduce sex into their sessions, with Mark using a remote-controlled vibrator to buzz her mind softly into a sea of pleasure. The bliss overwhelmed her waking mind even further, overloading it until it became easier and easier to give up trying to think and simply let herself drift into blank, placid surrender to Mark’s suggestions. And every time she fucked her thoughts away, she found that state of empty, peaceful ecstasy that much faster. That much more completely. Maura was becoming the slave she wanted to be… but there was still more.
His cock became her new hypnotic focus. He fixated her attention on it every session, and her mind–already so fuzzy from her collar–easily locked onto him as the vibrations slowly melted her thoughts into compliance. He allowed her to suck on it, filling her mouth so completely that her only responses were an affirmative purr around his warm flesh as his voice took her deeper and deeper, made her more and more blank and obedient. And then, finally, when she reached the point where she couldn’t think at all, he anchored that state of deep trance to the feeling of his cock in her mouth. Until sucking made her empty. Until sucking made her mindless. Until sucking made her completely open to her Master’s programming, her will so totally malleable that he could reshape her every thought to his desires.
He hasn’t done much since then. Why would he, when he already has the perfect girl?
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