Goddess Iris

At a certain point, you just have to accept that you're nothing but a dumb ditzy milk cow. A walking pair of udders, made to be teased and tugged and played with.

It feels so good to think about, doesn't it? There's no worry as a cow, no pressure, except for the pressure building up inside your udders, waiting for the overwhelming pleasure of being milked.

It's so satisfying to put those teats of yours on display. Low-cut tops, no bra, even just walking, and eventually crawling, around the house completely topless. It's just so much better for everyone to see your greatest assets.

Dumber and happier every time they're ogled, squeezed, massaged and groped. That rush of pleasure just washing over your brain so easily, irresistibly, and leaving you giggly and floaty as your udders only feel more and more arousal.

I wonder how long you'll try and resist? Will you fight these urges, struggle against the natural compulsion to keep your udders exposed and ready?

Or are you already clumsily tugging at your teats, pulling your shirt off to show off like a good cow?

Awww, silly heifer. Can't help but shake and bounce those udders, and can't resist giving me a nice, long...

"Oh, you're all done thinking now, aren't you?" Natalie nodded, mumbling something around Joanne's nipple that might have been speech and might have simply been a vague affirmative grunt. Even she didn't know, not anymore--the warm milk flowing into her mouth, along with Joanne's fingers smoothly stroking her forehead with touch after soothing touch, sent Natalie tumbling backwards into a state of primal comfort and satisfaction that obviated thought and left her nothing more than a suckling baby in the other woman's arms. She could not have been more vulnerable in the moment, so completely and totally open to the influence of the hypnotic seductress whose tit she was guzzling at, and it was obvious from the way she spoke that Joanne knew it.

She never thought she could be stripped of her will this easily, but when it happened Natalie never even stood a chance at resistance. She knocked on her neighbor's door that afternoon just hoping to make a few extra bucks babysitting, but when Joanne answered with her heavy tits hanging out and a single plump drop of milk gathering at the tip of her long, stiff nipple, Natalie instantly lost herself in stunned captivation. "I just put the baby down for a nap," the older woman said, a gentle smile on her face that Natalie only saw in her peripheral vision. "But you look like you're about ready for a nap yourself, aren't you, darling?" Natalie didn't remember nodding. She didn't really remember anything but that instinctive, unthinking association between Joanne's milky teats and maternal comfort.

Joanne took her by the wrist and guided her over to the couch, pulling Natalie down to rest with her head in Joanne's lap and those gigantic, milk-swollen breasts just inches away from her lips. It didn't seem like a decision at all to lean in and latch on and begin to suck--it was pure reflex, an instinct Natalie thought she'd outgrown when she was a mere toddler but one that now returned to her with a vengeance as a young woman. "That's right, there we go, someone's just a hungry little baby for Mommy, isn't she?" Joanne asked, and the soft cooing tones and warm stroking fingers dropped Natalie into a trance so deep and sudden and profound that she didn't even have time to question what was happening or what it said about her. She just sucked herself blank and dumb and mindless within seconds, and it felt so good.

Joanne made it feel even better when she reached over and began to rub Natalie's pussy through her clothing; Natalie wasn't wearing anything especially sheer or revealing, but it turned out the older woman had extremely talented fingers and soon the drowsy contentment of suckling at a milky tit mingled freely with the panting arousal of being played with like a toy by someone who knew exactly where to touch to coax Natalie right up to the very edge of orgasm. "You're mine now, pretty girl," Joanne murmured softly, the pitch and cadence of her speech perfectly calculated to smooth away the last nubs of Natalie's unconscious resistance and leave her a blank slate for Joanne to inscribe. "You belong to me, don't you?"

Natalie nodded again, the motion now purely automatic, and felt herself melt into blissful indolence in mind and body alike. She forgot where she was, what she'd planned, even her name and identity--it all became soft, malleable clay now for Joanne to mold, and she didn't offer up the slightest struggle as she was reshaped to the older woman's desires. She woke, eventually, but it was only a nominal consciousness and Joanne easily guided her down between the older woman's thighs to show her gratitude for being enslaved.

"You cant think."

'I cant think.'

That is not a suggestion. That is a fact. You cant think right now.

You are just way too deep to do that.

Way too much pleasure passed through your mind for the last hours, days, weeks?

You cant tell anymore.

It was just too much.

And your mind shut off.

"You only obey."

'I only obey.'

Again, another fact. When you cant think, how are you ment to make decisions yourself?

So all you can do is obey.

"You are what I want you to be."

'I am what you want me to be.'

As if these words stirred something in you.

It is not visible.

It will never be visible.

For that you are too far gone with your mind.

But this realization just did something to you.

"You are everything I want you to be."

'I am everything you want me to be.'

It all makes more sense now.

When you just obey, you are of course everything that person wants you to be. Because you just obey.

"I am your master."

'You are my master.'

As if you are waking up from trance, your mind fills with pleasure now.

You need a master.

Who should make the decisions for you?

When you are like that.

Empty.

Blank.

Mindless.

Not a single thought left.

Your edging took care of that.

Especially when the hidden trigger was activated.

The one you listened to the whole time.

I know you didnt know about it.

That is why it is a hidden trigger.

But just look how well it worked.

You just edged and came for so long without a break, your mind did that for you.

Taking a break.

Just like now.

Awaiting orders and thoughts.

So you can obey.

"You love to obey."

'I love to obey.'

And just like that another pillar of your future was laid.

So easy.

So simple.

Just like you.

"Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience."

'Obedience is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.'

And another pillar of your future personality.

Or is it already part of your personality and I just bring it forth?

Does it even matter when you are controlled like that?

Of course you cant answer to that right now.

But lets make it easy for you.

Edge more now.

While you do, repeat the few thoughts I gave you over and over.

I check in on you in the next 5 hours.

Until then...

"You have fun and enjoy brainwashing."

Mesmerized to Be Mindless