Master gently cupped Janie's chin, raising her head up from dazed contemplation of her own messy cunt to stare into his eyes. It was almost enough to make her start drifting into trance simply out of habit, but then he said, "Hey there, sweetie! Does my little girl know what day it is?" Janie's deep blue eyes went glassy with confusion, the same way they always did when Master asked her a question that couldn't be answered with a mindless chirrup of agreement, but she did her best to puzzle it out as best she could with her muddled mind; she knew Master liked it when she tried to think, simply because it always gave him such a laugh when she inevitably failed, and she was determined to do the best she could to make him proud.

So she replied with, "Fry Day?", even though she really had no idea of what day of the week it was anymore; she had a vague and hazy memory of some days making her happier than others, back when she still had stuff to do with her time besides edging and looking pretty and listening to Master's brainwashing files, and one of them definitely sounded kind of like Fry Day. The other one started with an 'S', but it was kind of a big word and Janie had trouble fitting those into her head now, and anyway she was probably wrong whatever she answered because Master had put her cunt in charge of her brain and her cunt always tricked her into getting stuff wrong so it could get extra wet and throbby the way Master taught it to.

And sure enough, Master gave Janie a condescending pat on the head and kissed her right between her pretty blonde pigtails. "Better than that, pretty girl," he cooed, smiling indulgently at her the way he always did when Janie was stupid in exactly the right way to make him intensely happy. "Today is our very first anniversary! Isn't that wonderful, baby doll?"

Janie smiled, but it was the bright and plastic smile she always got whenever Master told her to be happy and she obeyed without quite knowing why. Her brow slowly furrowed, and the smile faded into stupefied confusion as she asked, "W-what's a, um, an ami--annibursumy?" She knew she wasn't saying it right, but that always made her pussy wet too; honestly, it was all Janie could do to remember to keep her mind on what Master was saying and not on the slick, tingly feeling between her legs. She badly wanted to rub herself, but she knew if she did she'd just tune out the conversation entirely the same way she did when Master brainwashed her.

But her answer must have made him happy, because he chuckled and kissed the top of her head again and gave her hanging tits a gentle squeeze. "An anniversary, sweetie, means it was one year ago today--that's three hundred sixty-five days--when you first came to me and told me you were sick and tired of being a smart girl and you wanted me to make you all dumb and drippy all the time instead of just when you listened to the special hypno files I made. Do you remember that, princess? Do you remember being a smart girl?"

Honestly, Janie didn't. She wasn't even sure she could count to that big number Master mentioned a moment ago; she was pretty sure she could manage three, and she might even be able to handle five if Master allowed her to use her fingers and she could keep them out of her pussy long enough to focus her scattered thoughts. But she didn't know what a 'sixty' was, or how to get to it, and she was pretty sure that was something a smart girl would know. So she must not ever have been a smart girl after all.

But Master just told her she was one, once. And If there was one thing Janie always understood, even when her brain was at its absolute fuzziest and dumbest and the hypnosis files were slowing down her thoughts to a downright glacial pace, it was that Master was always right about everything. If Janie had a thought that contradicted what he told her, then she must have gotten mixed up, that was all, because Master knew best and Janie was just a silly, giggly slut who needed her cunt to do her thinking for her. So she just needed to ask some more questions to help get it all straightened out in her head, even if that made her sound extra stupid to Master.

So she hazarded, "Not, um... not really?" and gave him her best wide-eyed, needy look before adding, "I think I must have forgottum it." She didn't really mind; forgetting things for Master was one of her pussy's favorite ways to get all slick and wet and throbby, and she knew there was a whole bunch of stuff that had fallen clean out of her brain during her daily edging sessions, like how panties worked and what her last name was. But she knew Master loved it when she gave him the big puppy-dog stare, and she kind of thought he wanted to tell her anyway because today was such a special day and he was so happy with her.

And sure enough, he gave Janie a really, really big grin and beckoned her up onto the bed with him, resting her head in his lap and letting his hands roam possessively over her naked body while he talked. "Well, honey," he said, his voice taking on the soothing tone he usually saved to telling Janie her bedtime stories, "back in those days you used to use your brain all the time, without any help from your pussy at all. You even went to college!" That barely even sounded believable to Janie, but she couldn't disagree with anything Master told her so the words were simply accepted, absorbed, and fell right back out of her empty and obedient head the way they were supposed to. She wasn't allowed to remember her old life, after all.

"Only even after graduating college and going on with her school, you had a really hard time finding anything to do with that big brain," Master continued, even as Janie's fingers snuck down between her thighs to lightly press down against her hooded clit. It was just so hard to hold onto anything Master was saying to her--so much of it was exactly what she'd been conditioned to forget, and whenever Janie was listening to things she wasn't supposed to remember her pussy helped her out by getting extra wet and throbby and making her rub herself dumber. "You were stuck in a bad, boring job, and the only way you handled it was by smoking weed and listening to hypno."

That part sounded right, at least, but Janie's eyes were already beginning to glaze over as the pleasure began to build in her sopping cunt. She didn't know if Master was so caught up in his story that he just missed noticing her play with herself, or if he was secretly happy that the story of their 'amibursumy' made her so horny, but he didn't tell her to stop and soon a tiny dribble of saliva ran out of her slack and vacant mouth to soak into the fabric of his pants. "You got so bored you wished you could find someone to take you away from your whole life and never ever ever let you think for yourself again," he said, and Janie smiled dreamily at the thought before it tumbled out of her empty head.

"And one day you saw me post a file to help make girls dumber and hornier and feel like they'd just smoked a ton of weed even when they hadn't," he went on, "and you decided to message me and ask if I liked really doing hypno with girls or if I just stuck to making videos and audios." Janie's muddled brain briefly wondered if those were kinds of cereal, like Cheerios, and that got her so confused she almost lost track of what Master was saying entirely. But her pussy helped her listen, the same way it made her forget everything she was listening to, and so she stayed focused just long enough to hear him say, "And when I said yes, you asked me if we could try hypno together."

That made Janie's smile widen, even though the memory it brought to mind wasn't so much a memory as it was a warm, cozy feeling that fit into a memory-shaped hole. Janie couldn't recall a time when Master's hypnosis didn't fill her docile brain, smoothing out her muddled thoughts and giving her so much nice, easy programming to think instead, but she knew there must have been a first time he put her into trance and she knew from the way her body responded that it must have felt like coming home to a fire in the fireplace after a cold wet day. "Was I a good girl right away?" she asked dreamily, knowing she'd forget the answer as soon as she heard it.

"You were!" Master exclaimed, popping his thumb into Janie's mouth so she could suck on it gratefully. "You went very deep, and you showed me your pussy and your big tits and you made the pretty dumb girl face you're so good at making now, and when we were done and I asked if you wanted to try it again sometime you told me you never ever ever ever wanted to stop. You told me you wanted to be slick and stupid and horny for me forever and ever." Janie struggled to remember what he was talking about, but her pussy reminded her that she only ever struggled against her brainwashing because it felt so good to fail, and soon her muzzy mind felt ten times foggier and more lost in pleasure.

"Now we had a long, serious, very smart talk about it first," Master cautioned, "because making a smart girl dumb and drippy forever is a very big decision to make, and I wanted to make sure you were okay with it because it was the last one you would ever have." Janie was already forgetting what a decision was, but she felt a warm, wet throb of lust at the thought of losing them all to Master that forced her fingers to go still for a long moment for fear of accidentally cumming without permission. Janie hadn't cum by herself in... in... her brain fumbled and failed to recall the number of days, but it felt a lot like three hundred sixty-five.

"But in the end you told me nothing would make you happier than being my good girl, and by then I knew that nothing would make me happier than owning you, so you moved in and I made you a nice comfy nest of pillows at the foot of my bed and we started you on your very first hypno file that same day! And after a week you forgot your name was January, and after a month you forgot you ever lived anywhere but here, and after three months you forgot big words and big numbers and how to do your ABCs. And that made your pussy extra, extra happy, didn't it, cutie pie?"

Janie giggled and nodded, the pulses of pleasure between her thighs guiding her to agree even though she wasn't sure what any of the things Master was talking about actually were. Her fingers were slick with musk now, and she could smell her own arousal wafting out from her needy cunt, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before her brain gave up on the effort of even momentarily thinking about what she was hearing and simply slipped away into the blank, horny oblivion that consumed so many of her waking hours. "Thank you for making me your good girl," she mumbled loosely around his thumb, something deep inside her wanting to share her true and sincere feelings on their special day even as her conscious mind dissolved into bliss like sugar melting in warm water.

"You're very welcome, princess," Master replied, giving her a pat on the shoulder that carried a whole different kind of affection than his usual possessive caresses. Then he undid his fly and pulled out his cock, and Janie found a whole different way to thank him as her programming took over and she began to worship him with her mouth.

THE END