“Hey, you’ve got to see my new pantyhose!” she said excitedly.
“Why?” I asked. She giggled,
“It’s a secret.” I sighed heavily,
We both sat down and she rummaged through her drawer until she let out a squeal of excitement. Triumphantly, she held them over her head and grinned at me. She sensuously lifted her leg to her hand until her toes were in the fabric and then thrust her foot into it toward me. I could see the bottom of her foot clearly. She held it there for a while, prompting me to ask,
“What are you doing?” She giggled again, wickedly,
“Ohhhh, you’ll see.” Before she had even finished speaking, a series of multicolored concentric circles erupted from the middle of her sole and began moving endlessly outward.
“Wh- What-?” I stammered. She laughed,
“It’s an experimental technology, designed to shut down the mind’s logic and reasoning capabilities, rendering the subject an easily programmed drone.”
“Right now, you’re going to agree with everything I say because you are incapable of formulating any opposing argument.” I nodded, that made sense. Everything she said made sense.
“You’ve now become my helpless slave and will do anything I tell you to do.” I nodded again. Slaves can’t disagree.
“Arf!” I said. She tittered.
“Take off your pants and underwear.” Without ever breaking eye contact with the lovely rings, I bared the lower half of my body and sat back down. She spoke again, her voice seeming to emanate from within my own skull,
“Even when you break eye contact with the hose, you will obey my voice. You will believe you have always been my slave, and it will be completely natural for you to helplessly do as I say.” I nodded.
“Look into my eyes,” the voice said. My eyes snapped to hers and fixated there, allowing no other distraction. Her eyes glanced toward my crotch. She giggled,
“I can see you’re very excited about being my slave, aren’t you?” I vigorously nodded. My eyes followed hers upward as she stood and walked over to me. She whispered,
“Would you like me to take care of that for you?” I nodded ferociously as I sputtered noises of intense agreement.
“Then,” she gently put her hands on either side of my head.
“Go,” she leaned in close to me, staring deeply into my eyes.
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