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“My…ohhh, my thoughts are, are focused on…” She struggled to remember the next word, the buzz of the wand against her clit pulling her deeper and deeper into wordless pleasure. But she wanted to show Master how well she had learned her latest mantra. She wanted to demonstrate how well she was programmed. So she forced her foggy brain to concentrate and gasped out, “…focused on obedience. My mind is focused on…surrender. My will is focused on Master.”

“Good girl,” Master husked out, his breath warm against her cheek. His arms held her firmly, lovingly, even as he continued to move the vibrator over and around her pubic mound. “Again.” She could feel his erection pressing into her buttocks, and she whimpered in arousal at the awareness that her submission was turning him on. She gasped, her thoughts seeming to blur with a drugged and sleepy bliss as she tried to remember how her mantra began under the onslaught of pleasure.

“My, um…” She felt the ecstasy surge, as she struggled to recall the words of the mantra. She was programmed to feel better and better the harder it got to think, and to think less and less as she felt better and better. “My mind…um, my thoughts are focused on…obedience.” She felt herself settling into the rhythm of the words, made familiar by long hours of practice in her bedroom. “My mind is focused. On surrender.” The words escaped in a low, breathy sigh of desire. “My will is focused on…Master.”

He smiled. She couldn’t see it, not cuddled in his lap, but she could hear the delight in his voice as he said, “Good girl! Feeling better and better, thinking less and less with every repetition as the pleasure drugs you into obedience.” She could imagine the look on his face perfectly as he mercilessly teased her soaking cunt with the wand and said, “Again.”

“Muhhhh…my, my thoughts…” She could feel the pleasure sapping her concentration, making the words a blur in her head. “My thoughts are…my thoughts are focused…” She let out a loud, helpless moan as she hit the word common to all three phrases, and her deeply hypnotized brain melted in delicious confusion over what her thoughts were focused on exactly. And the harder it got to think, the better it felt, and the better it felt, the harder it got to think, and the more the pleasure melted her mind and body into compliance, the more she knew she was pleasing Master. “My thoughts are, are…”

“Back to the beginning, good girl,” he purred, relentlessly buzzing the wand against her clit. “Whenever it’s too hard to remember, just go back to the beginning and try again. Just try to think, knowing that you’re being such a good girl when you try to remember your correct thoughts for Master.” She squealed in helpless bliss as he pressed the vibrator against her slick flesh. “And an even better girl when you fail.”

“My…” She panted out the words, barely able to speak through the pleasure. “My thoughts…nnnnh, my…my thoughts…” It was no good. Every time she tried to focus on the next word, her subconscious was there to remind her how much better it would feel to forget. “My…ohhhh! Mmmm, muhhh…” She could feel her mind slipping away, each new attempt gaining her less and less ground, each new effort melting into arousal that much faster. “Ohhh…unnnnh….” Even that first word felt impossible to remember under the absolute aching need to forget for Master.

“Good girl,” Master said at last. “Stop thinking and come.” With a wail of mindless bliss, she did exactly that.

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