“That’s my pretty girl. That’s my empty girl.” She didn’t hear the words, not consciously. Her eyes stared straight up at the ceiling with the perfect wide-eyed vacancy of someone so deeply hypnotized she had forgotten she had the option to close them anymore. But somewhere, deep in her subconscious, she swallowed his programming with the same blank, mindless acceptance that she swallowed the last few drops of cum that he smeared onto her lips. It wasn’t something she was aware of. It was simply something that a good slave did.
He slid himself off of her and sat her upright. “Staying so blank and deep for me, no thoughts at all for my pretty girl…” he said, stroking the back of her neck as he spoke. She accepted the change in position, her muscles working to hold her seated with automatic, unthinking compliance. Her eyes didn’t move at all–they continued staring straight ahead, not seeing anything of her surroundings at all. Her mind was seeing nothing but a warm pink fog, a thick mist that seeped in and around and over her thoughts until they finally faded into the pleasure of perfect obedience.
His hands caressed her back as he purred in her ear. “You’re completely open to me now, your mind is malleable and compliant and docile. Every word I say to you is truth, every thought I give you becomes your own. There’s nothing in your head except the ideas I give you, pretty pet.” She didn’t nod, or repeat his words in a vacant monotone. She was well past that point. She had achieved the perfect, mindless bliss she wanted so much, a stillness in her mind so total that she no longer had any ability to even process her own obedience. The only sign of her sheer joy in her own surrender was the wet, sticky mess that her pussy was becoming as he programmed her.
His fingers found that wetness, sliding into her and rubbing her clit. “It feels so good to be blank like this for Master,” he cooed, his fingers churning the musky fluids in her cunt until he could hear every thrust. “It feels so good to be mindlessly obedient, and every time you go deep for me you want to go deeper, faster, further. Until there’s nothing in your head but pleasure.” She didn’t respond to his touch–her face remained an expressionless blank, not even noticing the glaze of semen drying on her cheeks and forehead–but her nipples were tight buds of arousal and her breath came in rapid panting gasps of desire. He smiled, and fucked her even harder.
“You want Master to empty your mind,” he said, the words simply reinforcing months of existing programming. They both knew he could do anything he wanted to her when she was this deep, alter opinions and beliefs until she was molded into his idea of the perfect woman, but… she was already perfection to him. All he wanted to do was give her the mindless bliss she already craved. “An empty mind is a happy mind, and you love to be a happy girl for Master.”
Her breath was getting louder, the almost-moans of someone too deep to speak but so aroused that she was gasping for air. “That’s it. Perfectly blank, perfectly empty, perfectly mindless for Master. Stop thinking and cum, pretty girl. Stop thinking and cum for Master. I’m fucking all those thoughts away now, just cum for me. Just cum. Just cum.” Her body quivered, her head lolled forward as the power of her climax overwhelmed even her hypnotized self-control. It was the only part of their hypnotic session she would remember, but it was also the only part she wanted to remember.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, taking her into his arms and rocking her gently as the orgasm slowly melted into dreamy bliss. “That’s my perfect girl.” He gently eased them back onto the bed, curling up with her and letting her trance melt into natural sleep. When she woke, she would wake up as herself again… and then, with excitement shining once more in her eyes, she would ask him to make her blank all over again.
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