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I think I should condition you to lose yourself in pleasure whenever you try and be smart, whenever you try and do something for yourself.

Of course they know that being brainwashed makes them feel good. Really just highlighting how much better it is.

Trying to test and tempt them against that numbness and pleasure.

How long without that need they can make it, then just reinforcing the eventual collapse into pleasure.

And as the familiar scent hit you, your mind went blank. They laughed, as they leant down, and you could smell the perfume on their neck, as they whispered in your ear. “Such a good, programmed toy. So weak. So helpless for me, and all it takes is a sniff.”

They kissed you on the cheek, and stood back up. Your eyes stared blankly up at them. There were no thoughts in your head. They stepped away, and you stayed there, staring upwards, too mindless to move. “I wonder how long I could leave you here, toy.” They said.

The scent was still flooding your nostrils, and that left no space in your brain for thinking. Not that you wanted to think. No, this was perfect for you. Being blank. Being mindless. The scent you associated with them just made it better. A reminder of their control, in your senses.

“But I probably shouldn’t just leave you to sink, and melt for me.” You hadn’t noticed them moving behind you, but now one of their hands tangled in your hair, the other was on your chest. Their breath was hot in your ear. “No, I like taking an active role in breaking you.”

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All it takes is a few minutes of you sitting back, listening to my voice wash over you. Feeling me plucking every little morsel of knowledge out of your mind, any memories of humping the corner of a desk, all of your recollections of the feeling of orgasm... and then with a snap of my fingers, any idea of how to masturbate or what cumming even is just flies out of your head.

I wonder how desperate you might get, once your body starts getting played with? If you're locked in a constant edge, or someone's teasing you, using you when you don't even remember how to cum, what might your mind do? Would you try and make sense of it, or would you just splinter and break?

Not that I'd do any of this, of course. I'm not that mean.

Everyone is always very enthusiastic hearing that.

Little conditionings, trigger words, reinforcements, alterations to how they see things.

Tying conceptual and psychological changes to physical sensations.