The tits of the hour
If there was a single thought left in her head, she might wonder what was within her that made her crave to be in this state—exposed, vacant, and completely obedient.
But that’s the thing, isn’t it? Thoughts are no longer a possibility she can entertain. My instructions pass through her mind, but it is hard to call what remains a thought any more than she thinks about beating her heart. It simply is a part of her existence.