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I know. You hate me so much.

It’s not like I can blame you. I’ve taken everything from you–freedom, choice, will. You dress for my gaze, serve for my pleasure, obey my every whim.

I’ve broken your resistance, programmed your responses, to the point that it’s not possible for you to say or do anything that isn’t calculated to please me. No matter how much you might wish to.

But I can still see it in your eyes. Behind the pleading, the lust, the helplessness, the hate still burns.

As it always will, because knowing how much you hate me makes claiming you so much sweeter. And as much as you hate me… you love pleasing me even more.

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She was still fighting.

Her face was slack, her eyes empty, her posture relaxed. It hadn’t been that way originally, but she was too far under now for anything else.

But she was still fighting. The command to strip came again and again, and she knew that if she gave in to it, she would be lost. So she fought as best she could.

But what was left of her thoughts kept wandering, to how hard it was to keep resisting, how good it felt to give in… and every time her mind drifted, she’d taken one step closer to surrender. A button undone, a strap dropped, and now, her hands hooked in the waistband of her skirt, ready to push it to the floor.

But she was back. She could make them stop. She just had to focus on stopping even though it’s so hard to resist, to keep from thinking about how good it felt so good to let it happen, so good to obey, but she was so tired of resisting…

Her skirt hit the floor. Her will was soon to follow.

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Eyes, filling her vision. Huge, dark, all-devouring. She was falling into them, everything she was dropping away.

Her will was already gone. She couldn’t help but crawl slowly closer, her thoughts, all the reasons to resist, drowning in that all-consuming, blissful darkness.

The closer she got, the more she fell, the emptier she became. And the emptier she became, the more she filled with submissive pleasure and lust. In the end, there would be nothing else.

Already she was far gone enough to want nothing else.

She was caught. Her beautiful green eyes, wide and empty. Her full red lips, ever so slightly parted. Her lovely face, peaceful, relaxed, slack.

“That’s right,” her captor crooned. “It feels so good to let go, doesn’t it?”

“So good to let go,” she repeated.

“So good to give in,” said her captor, looking deep into her eyes.

“So good,” she repeated.

“So good to surrender,” said her captor.

“Yes… so good to let go, to give, to surrender, to relax and look into my eyes…”

“So good,” agreed her captive.

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She was completely relaxed. Completely safe. Adrift in a warm dark sea, sinking softly. Her mind was empty except for her hypnotist’s voice, her body obedient to every command. She was open to suggestion, helpless, submissive.

It was her favorite feeling in the world, and she came back to it at every opportunity, willingly and eagerly. She had no anticipation now that she was empty, but once she woke? She couldn’t wait until she found out what had changed. The only certainty was that she would be even more owned–and she craved that feeling, too.

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“Hypnosis? Really? Well, it’s an original come-on to be sure, but we both know it’s nonsense.”

“I don’t… why can’t I turn away? So hard to think… this can’t be happening…”

“Hee, a time when I didn’t believe in hypnosis? And wasn’t your slave? Don’t be silly, we both know that’s nonsense!”

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There on the stoop, in the summer heat, it was easy to let her friend’s soft words carry her away. So easy to let that heat seep into her and build, to surrender to desire, to take off her top. So easy to listen while her friend explained what she wanted now, and how things would be from now on.

Just as had been done to her friend.

Just as, after suitable training, she would do to others.