"W-wha....?" It took Paige a moment to collect her dazed and scattered thoughts enough to even continue her sentence--between the muzzy sensation that still clung like cobwebs inside her head and the sheer strangeness of what had just happened to her, she couldn't quite seem to process anything properly. Little details stuck in her mind here and there, distracting her from her efforts to understand what she'd just experienced, and she found herself noticing the texture of her nipples against the palms of her hands or the chill of saliva evaporating from her pale, pendulous breasts instead of focusing on what she was doing. If she did think about it, Paige realized, she was probably going to lose her shit.

Which happened a few seconds later. "What the FUCK did you do to me?" she shouted at the man sitting on the bed as he lounged insouciantly with one leg up and the other on the floor, looking at her with an expression of paternalistic smugness that would make Paige want to slap him if she was capable of moving her hands away from her tits. He was naked apart from a dress shirt that hung open, revealing a suntanned chest with a light coating of dark, coarse hair that didn't match his bleach blonde mop of curls, and she felt like she knew his name. But the only term she could think of for him was 'Master'.

He chuckled. "I'm going to assume that's a rhetorical question, slave," he said, reaching down and resting his hand on his testicles. He had huge balls, Paige couldn't help noticing. She'd been with plenty of guys, and while 'Master' didn't have a lot to write home about in the dick department, he definitely had a sack she wouldn't be able to fit into her mouth.

Wasn't. Not wouldn't be. Paige suddenly felt a fierce blush redden her cheeks as she remembered trying her hardest.

"I... you... oh god." The memories kept hitting Paige, new ones surfacing every time she thought she was beginning to come to terms with what she'd experienced until she felt like she was going to pass out. She sat down hard on the edge of the mattress, her head swimming as she remembered detail after lurid detail of the entire trance and everything 'Master' had made her do. The sight of his phone, a spiral pulsing on the center of the screen that captivated her gaze in a suspiciously familiar way. The command to follow, absolutely irresistible to her numb and vacant brain. The strip-tease she'd done, and the effect it had on his stiffening cock. The desperate, slurping blowjob. The sex. So much sex. She--she'd begged him for it by the end. "You hypnotized me."

He laughed again, seemingly delighted by her shock and dismay. "I hypnotized you several times, slave," he said confidently, his hazel eyes sparkling with a merriment that Paige couldn't help loathing. "You didn't seriously think that would work on just anybody, did you? Walking up to you in the middle of the grocery store and showing you a spiral on my phone? No, silly girl. That was a post-hypnotic trigger. You responded to it because you had a suggestion in your brain telling you to sink deep for me the moment you saw it."

Paige sputtered incoherently. "N-no, but--but I was, you would, that... that means...." She shook her head until her long, honey blonde hair brushed along the entire length of her back, desperately willing herself not to believe anything her 'Master' told her. He couldn't have hypnotized her before. She would have remembered if he'd hypnotized her before. She would have recalled staring into that warm, pulsing spiral, feeling that tide of sleepy relaxation tugging her thoughts into it, struggling only to realize that it felt better every time to fight and fail to resist his inexorable control....

Shit. 'Every time.' There it was. Paige slowly trailed off into silence, feeling the edges of a shape in her head that was too vast to properly take in from her perspective. She felt insignificant next to it, awed and terrified by the scope of a power that seemed to dwarf her so completely now that she recognized it that she could barely even see how much of her mind it held in its grip. She could only properly calculate it by inference, noticing the things she wasn't allowed to notice and developing as a result a gradual awareness of the oblivion at her core.

"If... if you did, um... that...."Paige began again, her voice tentative as she explored verbally what her mind was only just beginning to accept, "then why do I remember what happened? Why didn't I just forget the way I did, uhm... before?" She hated the hesitation in her own voice, the utter confusion it betrayed by its existence, but at the same time she couldn't pretend she wasn't the least informed person in the room right now. 'Master' knew more about Paige's mind than she did, he had an awareness of her experiences that she lacked, and that meant she had to come to him if she wanted to know herself. That made her feel vulnerable in a way that even sitting naked with her hands on her tits couldn't manage.

"Because I didn't want you to forget this time, silly girl." 'Master' stared directly at her tits as he spoke, clearly entertained by Paige's inability to stop squeezing and groping them despite her best efforts. "I wanted you to remember what I'd done to you, and who you truly were now. I wanted you to be fully, completely, one hundred percent aware of your status as my brainwashed slave so you would truly understand what it meant when you obeyed me anyway."

Paige squirmed, suddenly feeling seen in a way that had nothing to do with her nudity. An awareness of her own arousal slowly settled onto her mind, crowding its way past her shock and confusion and demanding her attention with a sultry urgency the helpless woman couldn't ignore. She ached to reach down and play with her slick pussy, but her hands refused to move away from her tits... and she knew, with a conviction that absolutely refused to be denied, that they wouldn't move because 'Master' had told her to keep them there. And she couldn't disobey. "oh," she said, her voice small and meek and utterly defeated.

He smiled coyly at her, his cock standing at full attention now. "And do you?" he asked, teasing precum out of the tip with his fingers. Paige was so caught up in the sight that it took her almost a full thirty seconds to realize he'd asked her a question. She remembered the taste of that precum, she realized, in a vivid and potent detail that made her clit throb with desire. She remembered licking it away until her Master couldn't stand it anymore and he gushed semen all over her smiling face. She'd been so happy to be covered with his cum....

"Huh?" Paige mumbled, all too aware that she had squirmed around until the heel of her foot was pressing on her cunt. Her thoughts seemed to be slowing down, almost as if she was dropping into trance again, but she didn't see or hear anything she recognized as a trigger. Paige instinctively understood that she would know one if she found one. Like the spiral on Master's phone, it would catch her and hold her and imprison her in obedience. She would be helpless to resist, because she only struggled so she could fail. Because it felt so much better to fight and fail, each and every time....

"Do you understand what it means when you obey me anyway, slave?" Master asked. Paige realized she'd stopped putting the quotation marks around the word in her head.

"I--I--" Paige stammered for an answer, grinding against herself and tugging helplessly on her nipples as she tried to think about the question despite the rising pleasure that flooded her brain and made cognition almost impossible. "I don't know," she wailed at last, all too aware of the whimpering, childish petulance in her own voice. "Why, why are you doing this to me, why couldn't you just make me forget it all again? I... I can't resist you, Master, you know that!" He might have known, but it came as a total shock to Paige when she heard herself say it. She wondered just how long he'd been manipulating her mind while she drifted through life in the delusional belief that her will was her own.

"Because you're my masterpiece," Master said gently, almost sounding compassionate in his cruelty. "Any idiot can hypnotize a woman into his oblivious cock zombie, it's just a matter of convincing her that she'd rather forget all the perverted things you made her do than think about them  for any length of time." Paige had to agree--her mind ached for the comforting embrace of emptiness, for anything that would allow her to pretend that she wasn't getting more and more turned on by the second at the thought of being conditioned to obey. If not for her Master's power holding her in the moment, she would have already slipped away into a trance breathtaking in its vacancy.

"But you, slave," her Master continued, his cock practically drooling now onto his heavy balls, "you're fully awake and alert. You know you're following my hypnotic suggestions, you know that I've taken away your will and your strength and made it my own. I've brainwashed you to obey, conditioned you over months of deep trance until you're incapable of resistance anymore, and how does that make you feel? How does it make you feel to know that you have to do everything I tell you, no matter how twisted or perverse?" His eyes were wide and hungry as he waited for her response. She could feel his anticipation as if it were a palpable presence in the room.

Paige struggled to deny the answer she could feel at the back of her throat. Then she struggled just to hold it back. Then she realized she was only struggling because it felt so good, so fucking good to fight and fail to resist Master's control.... "H-horny," she sighed at last, the word making her cunt surge with steamy arousal. "It, it makes me horny to be defeated by your power over me, Master. It... oh, fuck, it turns me on so much to be weak and helpless and obedient to your will...." Paige could feel an orgasm gathering inside her head, building like a thundercloud within her brain as she humped herself in frenzied, futile lust. She couldn't come without permission, she suddenly remembered. She couldn't come without permission and she had to beg if she wanted him to give it. That made her even more wet.

"Good slave," Master cooed, his erection now so ragingly hard that it seemed to tug his cock up into the air. "And what would you do if I told you to crawl over here and suck me off like a good little slut, mm? Would you do it because you had to, or because you wanted to? Would you give in to my hypnotic power, or to the aching need in your own cunt?" His stroking fingers beckoned her closer, turning the hypothetical into the practical before Paige could stop herself from setting her limbs into motion.

"I... I don't know, Master," she whimpered, her voice high and pleading. She understood that she should be angry, defiant, furious with him for twisting her mind back and forth over months of hypnosis until it was ready to snap... but all she could think about was how good it felt to be weak and needy like this. How good it felt to abase herself before him and let him think for her. How good it felt to be the helpless, horny slut that he crafted within her malleable mind and stop pretending she found fulfillment in freedom. "Please tell me?" she asked, the final sign of her descent into true obedience at last.

She knew instantly it was the answer Master wanted. He smiled warmly down at her, guiding her mouth onto his cock and thrusting hard into her wet, willing mouth. "It doesn't matter, slave," he growled, his hips bucking repeatedly as he began to fuck her face with the urgency of someone culminating their fondest fantasy. "It doesn't matter because they're one and the same now, because my control and your desires have merged forever. My will is your will, and I don't need to hypnotize you anymore because you'll gladly shape your own thoughts to my every whim. I've perfected you... and you will never, ever be free."

Paige couldn't answer. Not with Master's cock plowing her throat. But she knew in her heart that he was right... and she knew, as he spurted hot cum in her mouth and she finally shuddered in helpless orgasm, that it was everything she could ever imagine wanting.

THE END