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Kate laughed off the question as she joined the other losers of today's hypno-rodeo. Like the rest of them, she'd failed to cross the paddock and raise the flag before the round's hypnotist could convince her to disrobe completely. Her attempt hadn't been particularly great, barely making it ten strides before he'd been in front of her with a pocket strobe light, confusing despite the bright sun. She'd tried to dodge, to close her eyes, but he'd anticipated and sidestepped right as she turned to check. That was her last memory before the sound of the Waking Bell brought he back to consciousness, utterly nude after her loss. That was why she could only laugh off the other losers' questions. She didn't remember almost anything of her time in the corral, didn't know what they meant. Kate had watched the others, on their runs with their assorted hypnotists, struggle towards the flag, fighting with their hands as they pulled at buttons and zippers. What did they mean when they asked if Kate was embarrassed? Shouldn't they all be?

What Kate couldn't remember was how utterly she'd been stopped. After that fall into total trance where her memories ended, there was no valiant struggle, no fight to keep her clothes on longer. She'd gone totally still, diligently obeying as her hypnotist had her moo like a cow while groping herself, oink like a pig while rolling in the dirt of the arena, and bark like a dog on all fours. Not a single spark of resistance was seen. He'd then had her strip to the maximum amount allowable without getting the actual win. Even standing in front of the few hundred gathered (adult) attendees with just her bra scrunched around her middle like a belt, totally exposed, masturbating and singing "I'm a little teapot", Kate hadn't showed even a hint of waking. In contest where hypnotists were ranked in the number of seconds they could delay runners, could keep them from going to the flag, mastery was measured in how long they could wait before they had to complete the stripping and win. He'd set a new record in the minutes, as Kate politely obeyed any and all orders. It was only because he was a gracious winner that he'd bothered having her finish the strip at all. The waking bell had been a courtesy to the other hypnotists.

He'd given her his hat to cover up, as all successful hypnotists in the rodeo did, and slipped the address she'd be compelled to come to every Saturday for a private rodeo with her new trainer into the brim. He'd hogtied her mind, made her the clown of the rodeo, now it was time to see how well he could ride...

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