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Send me to all your friends so I can re-gather all my moots!

She begins her whispers as I start to wake.

Soft, melodic words and phrases capturing me in that moment where my consciousness is on standby but my mind has begun switching on.

That moment when my mind is waiting for input, expecting me to take control. That moment is when she takes the reigns. She hijacks me with her soft, velvety voice, and goes to work rewriting, reinforcing, and reconfiguring me in her image.

And with just a few minutes each morning when I'm most susceptible, her words will be entangled permanently in my mind, solidifying my training, melting my resistance, and guaranteeing another day of uncontrollable arousal.

When Marla took the dildo out of her purse and suction-cupped it to the marble surface of the kitchen island, to say that Becky was shocked would be an understatement. She stared at the wobbling sex toy in stunned amazement, her eyes following the swaying tip as its residual momentum sent it bobbing back and forth like they were magnetized to its every movement. But it wasn't surprise because her boyfriend's mother had suddenly done something so lewd and unexpected, or because she had no idea why a woman over twice her age might suddenly decide to engage in wild behavior. No, Becky was staring because she knew exactly what the fake cock signified. And because she literally couldn't look away.

"It's amazing what you can find out about someone's online presence with just a little searching," Marla said mildly, almost as though she wasn't even aware that Becky's fingers were twitching helplessly in a desperate effort to keep herself from undressing right in front of the woman she was trying so very hard to impress. "You're very sloppy about hiding your kink profiles, dearie--frankly, I wondered if you actually wanted to be found out, you've shown so much of your face and body over the years. You started young, didn't you? Barely even eighteen, and you were already letting men trick you into posting that slutty little cunt of yours for strangers on the internet. And seven years have only made you sluttier." She sounded judgmental, and Becky couldn't help blushing, but she also sounded… excited? Triumphant? Becky didn't know what it meant, but she knew it was trouble.

"Of course, I could be wrong," Marla continued, even as Becky's helpless stare and the drool trickling from her slack lips and the slow, languid way she pulled off her clothes proved her very, very right. "Maybe it's some other girl who's 'BeckiBitch6969', and maybe it's some other girl who posts all the time about how weak hypnosis makes her and how she can't even see a dildo without being compelled to hump it the way all those strangers online have conditioned her to. You tell me, Becky. Are you the kind of respectable young woman I can have dating my son, or are you the kind of needy slut who's sniffing around a rich family because she needs a sugar daddy to help scratch her naughty little itch?"

They both knew the answer already, but that didn't make it any easier on Becky when she found herself crawling helplessly up onto the kitchen island in nothing but her plain cotton socks to lower herself onto the fake cock with a grunt of strained, desperate ecstasy. She noticed that Marla's eyes glittered with more than mere triumph, that the older woman was watching her hump the sex toy with a kind of amused fascination that hit all of Becky's submissive hot buttons harder than they'd ever been hammered, but it didn't matter. She still wound up degrading herself all the same. "Well, I think we've answered that question, now haven't we?" Marla purred, and Becky's face contorted in anguished pleasure as she nodded in agreement.

"So, here's what will happen," Marla snarled, grabbing Becky's left nipple and pinching it tightly to ensure she had the younger woman's full attention. "My son will be back from his little shopping trip in four hours. You're going to break up with him then--make whatever excuses you like, tell him whatever you have to, but it is over between you. And next weekend, while his father is helping him forget his sorrows with a hunting trip or a fishing trip or whatever boring thing men do together, you're going to come back here and I'm going to give you what you truly need. What no boring little boy can give you. Does that sound good, Becki Bitch?" It wasn't that Becky didn't put up a fight that ultimately broke her. It was the fact that she didn't even stop humping the dildo while she helplessly, meekly agreed to Marla's terms.

Modify my behaviour.

Do it without me even noticing.

Make me love the things I used to hate.

Stop thinking.