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Hypnoslut

The moment she heard the word, Tomi felt her mind soften into a warm, pliable putty in her head. She could actually imagine Master reaching into her thoughts and teasing them into all sorts of new shapes, and she reveled in the idea.

“Hypnoslut”

She knew she’d heard the word before, but she also knew she couldn’t remember hearing the word before. She struggled with the contradiction for a moment before remembering: There was never any contradiction so long as she obeyed Master. She had no memory of hearing her trigger. She knew that she had been triggered dozens of times and every time, it became easier to obey. Both these things were true because Master said they were true.

“Hypnoslut”

She peeled off her wet swimsuit without a second thought, because she had no thoughts at all. Only inescapable truths. Hypnosluts were naked for Master, as true as a compass pointing north. Hypnosluts were open, mind and body, whenever they heard their triggers. She could no more argue against it than she could resist gravity. She was obedient. No, more than that. She was _obedience_.

“Hypnoslut”

Helplessly, she sank deeper and obeyed.

Hypnoslut…