My camera flashed one last time, and Neesy remained in place, frozen in this final pose the shoot had called for. Her eyes had grown progressively duller each time she’d watched the camera flash, each note she heard of the music I’d played to get her in the mood, each word of encouragement I’d called out while she shifted from one pose to the next, slowly exposing more and more skin just a hair beyond the line she’d agreed to before we’d gotten started.
I stood there admiring her and still she did not move. I walked around her body, noting how her eyes did not even track me as I crossed her field of vision.
Five minutes had now passed since the shoot had ended and still she had not moved.
Neesy was ready for the next step.
“Can you hear me, Neesy?” I asked.
“Yes, I can hear you.” The words escaped her lips as a sort whisper, as though speaking at all took every bit of energy she had within her.
“You can relax now.”
“Relax. So… relaxed…” Her hand slowly moves off of her head and her right arm flopped to her side like a wet sock.
“Do you understand what’s happened to you, Neesy?”
“You… tricked me… took control. Made me… sleepy.” I was impressed. Neesy was smarter than your average subject, puzzling out what was happening even if she couldn’t resist it.
“Good Girl. You’re absolutely correct. I have complete control of you now. How does this make you feel?”
“Horny.” That was a real surprise. I’d done this to a few of my models since perfecting the technology, preparing them for “dates” with high-paying clients and for my own use from time to time. But the process simply deadens the will and makes the subject vulnerable to programmed responses and triggered compulsions. The arousal and fetishizing of their hypnotized state is something I have to install.
“Is this the first time you’ve been hypnotized, Neesy?”
“No, Master.” And where had THAT come from? I don’t even make the girls call me ‘Master’ once they’ve been completely brainwashed.
“Tell me, Neesy. Who hypnotized you before?”
“Master was my boyfriend. He tricked me just like you. Said it would be fun to watch the watch. He took control and I had to obey.”
“Where is Master now?”
“In prison, Master.” Well. A good reminder to be careful.
“He made you associate hypnosis with sex, didn’t he?”
“Yes, Master. Master made me a sex slave for his pleasure.”
“Would you like to be a sex slave again, Neesy?”
“Yes, Master. Sex is hypnosis. Hypnosis is sex.” I liked this girl.
“Good Girl. Let’s talk about getting you into a new line of work.”
“As a whore, Master?”
“Well, yes.”
“Serving Master as his hypnotized whore is not a new line of work, Master.” Like I said, I REALLY liked this girl…