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"Keep that up and I'm going to start giving you ideas."

"Look at you, obeying your brainwashing."

"Gods you're susceptible to me."

"It's so adorable you think you made that decision."

"Yes, those were my ideas in your head. Soon you won't notice the difference."

"Come here. Give me your thoughts. You've had them long enough."

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She tells me to focus as my eyes follow along before everything begins to blur and go fuzzy.

Before I know it I’m deep in trance, with my tits out, mindlessly drooling, mind deep asleep and unaware of what’s happening as I’m being groped and fondled by all the cute girls at the party.

Like you can be told to focus on swing watch or pendulum, looking your eyes with that rhythmic motion, still hearing but not processing all the suggestions to go deeper.

It can be even simpler than that. You can focus directly on my words. However the harder you focus on making out each word, the more they seem together and still manage to go deeper.

Even if you have your eyes closed you can focus on your breathing. Making sure it’s all rhythmic and relaxed. Before you know it you are dropping deeper and deeper.

"Oh sweetie," Caryn cooed, watching Zelda's eyes slowly rotate inward to stare at the bridge of her own nose as the thick silicone cock slid home. "See what I mean about it happening easier every single time? You used to be so much better at thinking, but now all I have to do is push my big dick into your wet pussy and you get so stupid for me. Isn't that right, baby girl? Aren't you getting so dumb for Mistress now that you've got something nice and firm between your pretty pink pussy lips?" Zelda didn't answer, but her tongue began to loll out of her mouth in an expression of mindless vapidity and that was really its own kind of answer as far as Caryn was concerned.

So she just purred, "Of course you are, sweetie," and pushed Zelda's legs further apart with her hands so she could use the strap-on in long, deep strokes that filled Zelda's cunt again and again right up to the toy's molded silicone balls. "You're such a perfect brainless little slut now, you can't even think a single thought once my cock gets inside you. It just empties that silly head of yours and turns you into a perfect fucktoy for Mistress, and every time you get that much dumber that much faster. You don't even remember when you started letting the hypnosis win, do you?" Again the only response was that same cross-eyed stare and a trickle of drool down her cheek, but that was exactly what Caryn wanted. It was so much simpler programming her slave without any of that pesky mind in the way.

"And next time you're going to go blank and stupid for me even quicker," Caryn murmured, tiny huffs of exertion roughening her dulcet tones ever so slightly. "Even just seeing me wearing the harness, with that big fake cock jutting out, it starts to make your silly little brain all slow and stupid. You have so much trouble figuring out why you came over here, so much trouble understanding why you can't seem to stop yourself from taking your clothes off, and once I push that nice thick dick inside you it all just goes… poof!" She added a bit of extra force to the thrust as she spoke, and was gratified to hear Zelda give a mewling grunt of ecstasy. She was pretty sure the young woman spent her entire trance time cumming now, not that she could really get a lot of intelligent feedback on the topic.

There was no intelligence left in Zelda at all anymore, really, and when she finally emerged from her trance she'd have no memory of even submitting to hypnosis much less an ability to describe what happened to her. She had two states now, sweet and submissive co-ed who was eager to please the older neighbor she had a crush on and mindless ahegao fucktoy, and although Caryn enjoyed both of them she had to admit that nothing got her off more than putting on her strap-on harness and watching Zelda's mind coast to a stop. "You're my good little slut forever, aren't you, sweetie pie?" she asked, and she felt an electric rush of pleasure and power as she once again realized the only answer in Zelda's empty head right now was yes.

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they did. they remembered it.

"you told me that it was much more appealing combined with some kind of sexual stimulation. that it wasn't especially exciting without that. didn't you?"

"yeah, i did..."

"but now that i'm asking you to just focus on my voice... to just focus on the trance... to just focus on the feeling of being hypnotized... to focus on the pleasure inside of your mind... the pleasure of being hypnotized... look at that... you're shuddering."

it really did feel good. it was weird, because it wasn't really like they actually felt anything inside of their head, it wasn't exactly a physical sensation, but they did feel something. some kind of pull. a tingle. just the feeling of not really being able to think the same way they usually did was good. like a kind of mental bondage, or something.

it was addictive.

of course, it did also turn them on.

they managed just enough brainpower to say something about it. "i mean... it makes me horny, too, so, like..."

"don't focus on that right now," he said. "just focus on your mind."

it pulled all of their attention back to him. the physical arousal wasn't gone, but it felt a lot more distant. it was weird to feel it fade away so quickly.

"that's right. of course i don't mind it if you enjoy it on some other level... but i do love it when you enjoy the hypnosis itself, without any other distractions. i want your mind to crave it, too. to crave every aspect of it. to love it regardless of any bodily responses. i would like to deepen my control over you just that bit more..."

they'd never felt so blank. it was like there was nothing to do except listen. it felt rewarding and pleasurable on some level they couldn't even fully understand or articulate, in some abstract kind of way.

there was a tiny part of them that was just stubborn enough to respond, to think a little bit about it.

"man, you're really just gonna make me like the control stuff..." they muttered.

he laughed softly next to their ear. "i already have."

"well, like..." they were surprised how quickly the words left them, how long it took them to get them back. "i mean, kind of, but like..."

"is it getting more difficult to argue with me, shark?" they asked slowly. "is it getting more difficult to think?"

it was. it really was.

"i, like..."

"you'll only focus on the trance right now... only focus on listening... you've been doing very well... you're taking to it very well. you've gotten so pliant... isn't that nice?"

"yeah..." they said blankly. "it... it is."