Cindee let out a squeal of delight when her name was called, bouncing up out of her seat and racing to the front of the room with a series of springing strides that no doubt made for quite the impressive show to the small but appreciative crowd of friends and well-wishers Luke had gathered for the awards ceremony. She took the trophy her boyfriend handed her, giving it a little kiss that accidentally turned into a long, slurping swallow when her slightly fuzzy mind momentarily confused it with the dildo it so greatly resembled, and giggled at her own mistake as she pulled it out of her mouth. "Sorry, I'm just so excited!" she exclaimed, prompting a chuckle from the gang.

She took a few deep breaths to try to steady her nerves, but judging by the stares she was getting from the men in the audience it was probably having the opposite effect on them. "If I knew I was going to win, I would have dressed up for this," she quipped, brushing her fingers demonstratively across the shelf of exposed cleavage that bobbed up and down with every tiny movement, and Cindee reveled in the laughter she got from the group--this wasn't going to make the entertainment section tomorrow or anything, she knew, but it still felt nice to give her public what they wanted. Especially on what felt like the biggest night of her life.

Luke whispered in her ear, and Cindee blushed to realize she'd almost forgotten the most important part of the whole ceremony. "I, uhh, I'm afraid I don't have a speech ready or anything," she babbled, suddenly feeling the weight of all those eyes on her in a way she hadn't before. "I, I guess I never thought I'd win. I mean, I know I'm a dumb, suggestible slut, but so are plenty of you girls out there, and I don't want to take anything away from any of you. When I accept the award for Dumbest, Most Suggestible Slut it just means, um... it just means, uhh... w-what was I trying to say?"

Everyone in the room chuckled at that one. Cindee tried to pretend she did it on purpose.

She started to gesture over at Luke, but the way the trophy wobbled in her hand gave her the sudden urge to suck it again and Cindee quickly realized she needed to figure out something else to do with it before she got too distracted to finish her speech. She stuck it between her ample tits with a mischievous giggle, then repeated the gesture with a bit more confidence. "I, um, I guess I'd like to start by thanking my Master, he was the one who looked at a dumb bitch named Cynthia and thought to himself, 'You know what? I bet I could make her even dumber.'"

She leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You were so right, Master! I mean, um, you're always right, but you were, uhh, extra right this time." That got another laugh from the crowd, and Cindee could feel the attention making her pussy wet. One of her favorite things about getting together with Master's pervy friends was being put on display, and combined with the way this award was hitting all her praise kink buttons she couldn't help feeling a strong urge to masturbate. Only the vague, sourceless conviction that it would be inappropriate to jill off with her trophy in the middle of the ceremony kept her mind even vaguely on her speech.

Which was borderline incoherent at this point, but that felt somehow right for the Dumbest, Most Suggestible Slut award. "And I'd, uh, I'd like to thank all the other good girls here tonight, umm, Mindee, Candee, Angie, Dolly, umm... did I say Mindee already?" Another ripple of laughter washed through the group, and Cindee's eyes momentarily crossed and uncrossed with mellow ecstasy. She wasn't exactly sure if they were laughing at her or laughing with her, and that slammed precisely into the intersection between her praise kink and her degradation kink and pressed down hard. Her fingers twitched with the desire to touch herself.

But with great difficulty, she controlled her urges and carried on. "Um, but, uhh, yeah, you've all been super, um, super... im, impor, import, um....?" She looked helplessly over at Luke, her pussy tingling harder than ever as she wordlessly pleaded for assistance with the big word, and she could tell by the bulge in his pants just how much he was loving this as he leaned in and whispered in her ear to help her sound it out. "Im-port-ant!" she exclaimed, before another surge of arousal sank in at the realization that she'd once again forgotten what she was going to say next.

She rallied and remembered after a brief pause, though, her face only going slack for a moment as she struggled to find her way back to the point she'd been trying to make. "Um, you've all been, like, super im-port-ant to making me, like, an even dumber slut. Good girls make more good girls, and, like, every time we play with each other I always feel like it's totez fucking with my head. I couldn't have done this without you!" The four other women in the audience cheered, and any worries Cindee might have had about them being jealous of her triumph were immediately allayed by the shining joy in their eyes and the bright, beaming smiles on their faces. Good girls supported each other, too, and Cindee knew her friends were the best girls they could possibly be.

Cindee's face momentarily lapsed into ahegao vacancy as she tried to think of anyone else she needed to thank, her eyes crossing and her tongue lolling out of her mouth in the default pose she'd been trained to assume whenever she tried to use her brain while Master was around to think for her. It didn't exactly help with the arousal, and for a moment Cindee could feel her feeble efforts at self-control teetering on a razor's edge, but then an idea fumbled its way into her foggy brain and she came back to herself.

"Um, and I, uhh, I'd like to thank, like, um, my spirals?" she burbled, reeling in her tongue with no small amount of difficulty and wiping the drool from her tits. "Like, um, I mean Master picks them, so I guess it's kind of like thanking him again, but when I see them they're kind of like old friends. They're just so pretty, and, um, and swirly, and... and pretty...." Cindee's eyes unfocused as she began to picture her favorites in a detail born of long familiarity, and she started to wonder if it hadn't been a mistake bringing them up. She was already so needy, and it always got her so horny when Master's spirals snuck into her head and made her so weak and wet and stupid....

Cindee came back to herself again with a start of embarrassment and the realization that her cleavage was now fully soaked in drool, lubing up the trophy so much that it was gradually sliding out of its cozy nest between her tits. She pulled it free, holding it loosely in one hand while she tried to think of a place to put it that wasn't directly into her mouth, and while her mind was preoccupied with the thorny puzzle she heard herself babble out, "And I'd like to thank my brain, I guess? Like, Master always says it does such a good job of making me dumb for him, and I, uhh, I dunno, I guess he says it can be really smart when it wants to be? So I guess I'm glad it doesn't want to be when I'm with him. Because it feels so good to be his dumb, suggestible slut." Cindee was pretty sure she hadn't actually meant to say any of that. It sounded a little too sincere for a silly-billy girly girl like her. But she couldn't deny that it was the absolute truth.

Because it did feel good to be his dumb slut. It felt good to be able to sink into the comfort of making all the mistakes that would have utterly torched her credibility in academia, in the workplace, pretty much everywhere she had to be twice as smart and three times as capable as anyone who wasn't a pretty blonde with big tits, and knowing that even though everyone chuckled at her amiable idiocy it all came from a place of love and acceptance. That was the real reason for this whole fake ceremony. To remind her that Luke was intensely proud of her susceptibility to his hypnotic talents.

And when she realized deep down that she only resisted degrading herself because it felt so good when she failed in front of everybody, Cindee found that she could no longer fight the urge to sink the ten inches of insertable silicone that made up her trophy deep into her sopping pussy as she remembered someone she'd almost failed to mention. "And last but, but not least I w-wanna thank my cunt," she whimpered, clenching around the thick, girthy dildo she'd tricked herself into believing was an award.

"It, umm, it's... it's always been so much s-smarter than I am, so... so good at telling me what--what to do to make myself a better slut," Cindee continued, her voice shaking and trembling as she began to piston the thick shaft in and out of her slick, messy pussy. "My cunt is stronger then my brain, my cunt tells me to... nnnhhh... to stop, stop thinking and obey, and I--I can't, c-can't fight it, I...." She was visibly swaying now, her legs wobbling with the effort of standing and masturbating at the same time, and a wave of infinite gratitude swept through her when Luke stepped in to support her body and let her gradually sink to her knees.

"Cuhh, cunt, cunt, cunt for Master," she chanted, her jaw slackening into vacant lassitude that made the words almost incoherent as they spilled thoughtlessly from her mouth. "Juss' a cunt for Master, thank you Master, thank you thank you thank you...." Her speech dissolved into slurred, mindless babble, and the notion that everyone was watching her give in to her brainwashing like the weak and helpless slut she truly was only intensified the pleasure that coursed through her. They could all tell she was nothing but a horny little bitch in heat, unable to talk for even five minutes without fucking herself stupid, and only the deep subconscious realization that they were all so proud of her for exactly that reason made her embarrassment sexy rather than unbearable.

But god was it so fucking sexy. Cindee's eyes lapsed back into visions of the spiral, and her whole world went white with ecstasy as she came.

When she finally returned from her fucktrance, three or four orgasms later, it was to the enthusiastic applause of the other couples in the crowd, and Cindee blushed beet red to realize just how messy she'd gotten the dildo as she pulled it out of her cunt with a faint slurping sound. "So, um, yeah, thanks," she mumbled, letting Luke help her up and walk her back to her seat on legs that only grudgingly supported her. She snuggled into his chest, letting the scene gradually fade into the love and affection he gave her with his comforting cuddles and whispered approval, and allowed reality to reassert itself.

Which meant that when Angie's Master Kevin stepped up to the front, holding a different sex toy in his hands and announcing the winner of the award for Wettest, Neediest Fucktoy, Cindee had enough presence of mind to giggle along with the others as the post-hypnotic suggestion kicked in and Angie leapt to her feet with a squeal of delight that Cindee very much recognized. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" she screamed, and Cindee sighed happily in anticipation of seeing someone else preparing for an acceptance speech of their very own.

THE END