This is my wife. She’s called Sam, but
when she comes home from work, she calls herself dolly. She likes to think of herself as something that I pick up and play with before I put her back in her box.
Sam was always something of an kinky slut and loved being hypnotised during our lovemaking. Having her cum when I did definitely made up for the fact that she was such a firecracker in bed, but it allowed us to experiment in ways that she might have otherwise felt uncomfortable with.
One such time, we decided it might be fun to ‘blank’ her so that she was nothing more than a walking, talking (barely) sex doll. It was great and both of us thought it was incredibly hot. We had so much fun that the evening turned into a weekend, and the weekend turned into a hastily-arranged two week vacation at home where we played with her trance until she was devoid of any thoughts. When Sam would awaken, she’d have no memory of anything that happened during – she loved the idea of me doing nasty things to her and having no idea what they were, apart from the occasional pain in her jaw or butt, or a strange taste in her mouth.
Sam decided to call that persona ‘dolly’ and whenever she wanted to play, all she had to do was say to me “dolly wants to come out of her box”. If my reply was “dolly can come out of her box” then she would immediately find her mind vacating her body, leaving behind a husk which merely acknowledged my commands.
Sam rarely makes an appearance at home these days. Usually it’s just dolly or molly, her horny french maid persona. We go out for meals but she’s always thinking about going home and slipping out of her mind and back into dolly.
Occassionally I wonder if I maybe pushed my programming a bit too hard into her head but then she looks up at me with those blank eyes as I cum on her face and tits and I just know it was the right decision.
I want her like this.