"Well, if it isn't my favorite girl again," Max said breezily, and Kadence favored him with a smile that was as close as she got to genuine as she doffed her coat and the loose sundress she wore to stand in front of her client wearing nothing but a pair of jade green thigh-high stockings held in place by a garter belt. She didn't have favorites, not in the sense Max meant, but she did appreciate a man who made her job easy and frankly they didn't get much easier than Max. He always had the cash ready and waiting by the door, he never haggled over her fee, and what he asked was, well....

It was a breeze, really. Maybe a little bit weird, sure, but a breeze nonetheless. And frankly Kadence had dealt with much weirder clients. He wasn't asking her to smear peanut butter on her tits and let him lick it off, he didn't want to make balloon animals and then watch her pop them--he was just your average run-of-the-mill voyeur, albeit one with a very particular scenario he liked to play out, and all he really asked her to do was sit in a comfy chair and masturbate for an hour. Kadence could do that standing on her head... and had, speaking of weird clients. That was one guy who definitely didn't get a repeat engagement.

But Max was one of her regulars, and she knew what he liked well enough not to waste his time with chit-chat or small talk when it was costing him money. She went straight over to the recliner he set up opposite the television set, spreading her legs and adjusting the seat so it left her slightly supine but not so much that she'd have to lift her head to see the screen. She put her hand between her legs, resting it gently on her labia but not rubbing--it was important to him to believe that the video was what made her want to play with herself, and he was paying handsomely for the full fantasy experience as much as for the sex.

So she let him get settled in his own chair, directly facing her, and she let him use an app on his phone to switch on the television once the screen was fully out of his view--it always brought a faint smile to Kadence's face, the way he treated the corny little spiral he came up with like it really was dangerously hypnotic, but she was pretty sure Max just thought she was happy to sink into his power or whatever it was that turned him on about this particular kink.

Honestly, it would probably pay to learn more about this whole 'hypnofetish' thing Max had, because it sure seemed pretty easy to her--all she needed to do was flutter her eyelids a little and let her eyes roll back in her head a couple times, and he had his dick out for her. She could probably pick up a healthy amount of cash between clients making videos where she pretended to be a mesmerized sex slave, drooling on her tits and rubbing her pussy in slow, lazy circles like the spiral was lulling her into a deep erotic trance.

Certainly it was turning Max on. "The spiral is hypnotizing you again, isn't it?" he asked, and Kadence allowed her smile to get a tiny bit bigger--she knew by know that really big reactions tended to break the illusion, but giving herself a nice and dreamy grin helped a lot when it came to selling him the notion that Kadence was slipping away into helpless ecstasy. She kept her fingers moving, using the speed of the rotating disc on the screen as a guide to tell her how fast to rub herself as she tried to make her performance as convincing as possible.

A big part of it was keeping the emotion out of her voice. "Yes," she intoned, delivering the words in a droning monotone that had become almost second nature to her now. "The spiral is hypnotizing me again." That was another key ingredient to selling the illusion, repeating what he said back to him without elaboration or embroidering. Honestly, the easiest way to convince him she was falling under his spell was to just kind of tune him out and stop thinking about what he was saying, not that she was going to admit that to him. A lot of guys got their feelings bruised if they thought you weren't paying attention.

And Kadence definitely didn't want Max to find another woman. This was so easy, almost like taking a vacation in the middle of her working day--she just needed to sit there, stare at the spiral like she was making a genuine effort to keep her tired eyes open, and repeat back whatever he said to her. "The spiral hypnotizes you quicker every time, doesn't it?" he asked, and even though it wasn't hypnotizing her at all she wasn't about to tell him that. Not with five hundred bucks of easy money just waiting for her at the end of the hour.

She instead mumbled, "Yes, the spiral hypnotizes me quicker every time," letting her jaw go just a little bit slack so the words sounded a tiny bit slurred and sleepy as they slipped out of her mouth. It didn't hurt that she usually wound up kind of drooling on herself once her lips began to part like that; Max's breathing always seemed to get harder once the saliva was trickling down her chin and into the valley of her ample cleavage, even if Kadence didn't really understand why.

"It takes you deeper, too, doesn't it?" he asked, his tones becoming slightly hoarse and husky with arousal. Kadence suspected he was jacking off, even though she never took her eyes off the spiral--that was the one ironclad rule he lay down the first time he hired her, she wasn't allowed to stop watching the screen even for a second. If she blinked, if her eyelids fluttered shut and stuck that way, if she couldn't help looking up and up and up until all she saw was the inside of her own head, all that was fine. But she was never supposed to look at him. By now it was pretty much second nature to her.

"Yes, deeper," she mumbled, knowing she wasn't repeating everything he said but feeling just a tiny bit distracted by the growing throb in her pussy. Kadence didn't usually get off when she was with a client--she was keeping her mind on their pleasure, not her own--but sitting in the recliner with nothing to do but play with herself always got her kind of worked up by the end of their sessions together. Thankfully Max didn't seem to mind her missing a few words if it sounded like she was genuinely too horny to keep track of what she was saying, so as long as she sounded sleepy and stoned and half-drugged with pleasure he'd still probably be into it.

He sure sounded like he was into it. "You're not even pretending anymore, are you, Kadence?" he asked, his voice filling with a delight that sounded just a tiny bit sinister. "It stopped being a game months ago and now you're truly in my power." Even though she knew he was only playing along with this whole little roleplay thing of his, making himself sound like a genuinely evil hypnotist who'd tricked some poor unsuspecting sex worker into conditioning herself as his helpless slave, it did send a tiny chill down Kadence's spine.

And straight into her clit. She had to admit, there was something so fucking hot about hearing her own droning voice muttering out, "I'm not pretending anymore, Master," and picturing a moment when she stopped playing along and slipped away, unknowing, into a genuinely suggestible trance. Of course it was just a fantasy, but increasingly it was becoming her fantasy as well as Max's and she was glad he put a towel down for her because she just knew she was going to make a mess of his expensive recliner otherwise. "I'm deeply in your power."

Max's panting breaths were coming faster and faster now, and Kadence thought she imagined the sound of flesh smacking against flesh as she pictured him pumping his fist up and down on his cock. "You always forget, though, don't you, sweetie? Every time I turn off the spiral and you get up out of that chair, you convince yourself that you were just playing along and you're not really brainwashed."

That was... kind of a lot to say back to him, although Kadence wasn't sure if she couldn't hold it all in her head because she'd gotten too good at tuning him out or because the pounding pulse of arousal in her clit was making her just a little too dopey to think straight. "Y-yes, Master, I... I always forget," she murmured, hoping to at least hit the salient points. "I convince myself I was just, uhm, just playing along. And I'm not really brainwashed."

At least she was drooling pretty copiously onto her tits now. She was sure Max would like that.

"Tell me the truth, though, Kadence," Max growled, in tones strained and urgent with lust. "How brainwashed are you really? How much of your mind belongs to your Master?" This part felt new to her, and for a moment Kadence's brain scrambled to process what Max was actually saying instead of simply going along with the flow and letting herself amiably recite his own words back to him. He... he wanted her to tell him how well his programming was working. He really thought this was doing something to... to her head. That sounded so absurd, but--

But it always sounded absurd at first. Every time he asked her, it always seemed like she was hearing the question for the very first time. Because confronting the question meant confronting the true depth of her conditioning, looking into her own mind and realizing just how little of it she recognized anymore. The smart, pragmatic Kadence she thought she knew now floated on a sea of blank, submissive obedience, and it was only in this moment that she discovered exactly how helpless she was to resist her Master and how thoroughly he'd tricked her into thinking she had a will of her own anymore.

And just like every time, Kadence realized it wasn't a game anymore and she needed to fight him, and just like every time she tried and tried and tried to look away from the spinning spiral and discovered that she simply couldn't. Her eyes were magnetized to it, locked tight on the tiny void in the center that always sucked away her thoughts and left her deep and blank and mindlessly hypnotized, and this moment when she struggled to wake was just another trap Max had laid for her because it always reinforced the ultimate truth that she couldn't. She belonged to him now. And even though her waking mind would forget again, her deep self always remembered.

"Almost all of it now, Master," she heard herself say. "I've surrendered almost completely to your power, and the tiny bit of me that's still free is too weak to fight you anymore." Kadence wasn't sure which shocked her more--the calm, matter-of-fact tone in her voice as she admitted to her own subjugation, or the electric pulse of ecstasy she felt when she said it. She was going to masturbate to this again tonight, she realized. She was going to fill her cunt with her biggest, buzziest toy and daydream about being tricked into becoming Max's sex slave and she wouldn't even know it wasn't a fantasy anymore.

"That's my good girl," Max husked out, and Kadence's eyes widened as her first climax of the night hit and she felt the true force of it first-hand. It always took her by surprise, the orgasms she got from surrendering to his seductive praise, and she knew even that was by design--he wanted her to be overwhelmed by them every time, blasted back by the intensity of her pleasure so she would crave it that much more strongly on her next visit. Until the day when she didn't just come to visit anymore. Until he simply took her and claimed her and let her stop pretending she wanted to be free.

Kadence let her mind collapse into masturbatory bliss. Her thoughts and memories turned off for a lot longer than an hour as Max programmed her. And finally she left, walking directly past the stack of cash without even noticing it as she headed to her next appointment.

THE END