"So, Mary— I've been hypnotizing you for some time now. You know that, don't you?"

"What do you mean? Of course I know."

"And you like it a lot, don't you?"

"You know I do, silly."

"DRILL ON. You have never been hypnotized before. You don't believe in hypnosis. DRILL OFF."

"What do you mean? Hypnosis isn't real!"

"Of course not. But wouldn't it be wonderful, Mary? Wouldn't it be great to be hypnotized and controlled?"

"Oh, I mean— Yeah. It would be..."

"Because you have always been a hypnokinky person, right?"

"Huh? What does that even mean?"

"DRILL ON. Even though you know hypnosis isn't real, you have fantasized about it since you were little. Now it turns you on. People who are like you are called hypnokinky. Nothing else can turn you on. And you know hypnosis is only a fantasy. It's impossible. You live a life of frustration because you would need hypnosis to be real. It's a serious problem you hypnokinky people have. DRILL OFF."

(eyes cross, then flutter, then blink)

"I... I have always been a hypnokinky person. You know that. It's— a problem I have. That's why I can't— That's why I can't have..."

(a sob)

"Aww, baby...! I'm sorry. Come here."

(a hug)

"Hold me."

"I'm here, baby. Don't be upset. It's alright. And yes, of course. You told me before. That's why you can't have orgasms, right?"

(a second sob)

"It's just that I would give— I would give anything to get rid of this, to just be normal!"

"Of course. Of course. DRILL ON. I understand you. No one else understands you better than I do. And you're so grateful to me. DRILL OFF."

"Thank you. Thank you, thank you."

(a sigh, a tight embrace)

"It's alright, baby. However..."

"What?"

"What if I told you you weren't always aroused by hypnosis?"

"What?"

"What if I told you hypnosis is real and I've been using it to brainwash you? What if I told you I can change anything about you? In fact, I have a way of making you believe whatever I want. It's like opening your mind and putting something new in it. You never notice when I do it. You can't."

(she moves away a little)

"That's fucked up—"

"DRILL ON. That's incredibly arousing. You believe me and what I told you is the hottest thing you've ever heard. You need to rub right now. DRILL OFF."

(a moan)

"Ah... That's... Uh..."

"Hot? Arousing?"

"Yeah, that's making me really horny... I can't help it. I'm hypnokinky. It's like a curse. Keep talking. Can I rub myself while you talk? Please?"

"DRILL ON. Hypnosis is real. You know that. You have always known that. And I've been hypnotizing you for so long that you can't resist me anymore. At all. You are so wet and horny. You are so grateful to me for hypnotizing and manipulating you. You want more. You need it. You're such a slut for hypnosis and control. DRILL OFF."

(she starts touching herself over her clothes, then under them, reaching inside with abandon)

"Oh... yeah... Ah... But... D-don't stop? M-more? Please? I need it. I'm such a sss... A slut. I can't help it. I can't stop. Please control me, change me? P-please!"