Mae wished she had brought earplugs on the plane. Normally, she would, but today she had gotten held up with TSA for over an hour and she didn't have time to stop at the convenience store to grab some. She hoped and prayed that her airplane neighbors would be kind and considerate to her, but her hopes couldn't have been squashed any more. She was stuck next to two screaming adults, hashing out their relationship problems with each other, and arguing about their impending divorce.
              Sheesh, they should definitely be keeping that stuff behind closed doors, Mae thought as she tried to desperately cover her ears with the pillow. It only got worse as the wife started airing out her sex life, how she never would get to finish and how he was so selfish in bed. Gross. Mae was too much of a lesbian to hear about that kind of thing.
              She couldn't take it anymore. They were too loud, and too public with private information. The only bigger pet peeve Mae had over PDAs was couples fighting in public. Did they not care about anyone else on the plane? Mae ushered over a stewardess the second one arrived.
              "Hi, um, sorry to bother you," she spoke, trying to slide in as many icy glares towards the couple as she could. Not that they would have noticed. "Could I please move to another seat? These two have been arguing nonstop and I just want to enjoy my flight peacefully."
              The stewardess looked up and then back to the passenger. "You're Mae, right?" the stewardess asked. "I think the pilot told me about you. Yes, let me see which available seats there are." That made sense. The only reason Mae was able to get on the flight after her company had refused to pay for business class was because the pilot was a close personal friend of hers. The stewardess walked away, leaving Mae to wait anxiously.
              Fortunately, she wasn't gone for long. The stewardess came back hastily. "We have a few seats in first class. Would you like to move over?"
              "Oh, yes please," Mae sighed in relief. She stood up and followed the attendant, hearing the wife accusing her husband of driving the poor passenger away as she walked off.
              To say first class had a few seats was an understatement. Nearly none of the rows were full, though unfortunately, each row had at least one passenger. Oh well, it didn't matter. Mae was ushered to the aisle seat of row E. She plopped into the plush seat, exhaling and enjoying the luxuries of first class airlines.
              "Hello there," a sultry voice startled Mae out of her pleasant fugue. Mae's head whipped around to the passenger next to her.
              "Ah, I'm so sorry to intrude," Mae squeaked out. "I'm Mae. I won't be too much of a bother."
              "Don't worry about it, dear." Mae blinked. Something about this woman seemed familiar -- was it her voice? She certainly hadn't seen her anywhere before. "My name is Laila. Don't be shy, I don't bite."
              Mae blushed a bright red. "R-right. Sorry." She got a better look at the lady. She was clearly much taller than Mae, even sitting down. Her luscious brown curly hair descended down her back to her hips. Noticeably, the curls were mixed with a few blonde strips. The woman wore a sleek black latex dress with a white luxuriously furry cover up around her shoulders. And those tall black boots she was wearing would make anyone feel submissive and obedient, but especially Mae.
              This was all compared to Mae, who looked more plain than ever. Going on a business trip meant nothing too extravagant. She wore a simple white button up with a blue vest and dark green slacks. Her black hair was tied up in a tall ponytail. Her body was petite in every way except for her chest, which drew attention from everyone, everywhere. It was almost annoying, if she were being honest.
              "So, what's your name?" the clearly more dominant lady asked.
              "Uh... it's Mae. I'm on a business trip for my financial planning company -- but I'm like, no one important. I'm just an EA. I just came from coach. There was a couple arguing loudly in front of everyone. If I'm being honest, they're probably getting divorced tomorrow."
              That elicited a chuckle. "That's always the worst. My name is Laila." What a gorgeous name, Mae thought. "What do you do for work?”
              Laila's lips curled deviously. "I’m a professional erotic hypnotist."
          "Ah... huh." Mae blinked. By sheer luck, she had just met another erotic hypnosis fetishist. To be honest, up until that moment, she thought she was the only one. She still couldn’t shake the feeling that this woman sounded oddly familiar, but… it seemed distant. Like she physically couldn’t grasp who this person was.
Mae had spent most of her free time listening to hypnotic files, of all kinds. She’d listen to therapeutic ones, kind of like guided meditations to help her deal with her terrible job and terrible anxiety. But she mostly threw herself into erotic hypnosis files. Orgasm denial files, obedience files, brainwashing files, bimbofication files… she loved it all. She even had pledged to a few people’s subscription services to get files early, or the opportunity to vote on what file comes next. Maybe she recognized Laila’s voice as one of the hypnotists she’d listen to. Then again, most of them used a voice changer, and few gave out their vanilla names.
“What, dear? You look like a deer in headlights.”
“Huh?” Mae startled, realizing her jaw was lying on the ground. “Oh, oh no! I just… didn’t think I’d ever meet someone into it.”
Laila smirked even wider. “That makes it sound like you’re into it.”
Mae could have sworn this woman was a mind reader. Either that, or Mae was failing to be subtle in the slightest. Then again, was Laila doing anything different, outright telling her? “I’m… into it too, yeah.”
“Fascinating. And where are you off to, dearie?” Laila asked, getting close to Mae. It was only slightly uncomfortable to the stammering, blushing girl.
Mae shook her head, trying to set it on straight. She felt as if she was going to burst at any moment. “I’m just going to a boring work conference.”
Laila chuckled. “Maybe you could skip the conference and spend some time with me.”
Mae sighed. “I don’t think I can do that, sorry.” As much as I’d prefer that.
“Well…” Laila suddenly wrapped her right arm around Mae’s waist. Mae felt like her brain melted out of her ears as hot steam burst from her head. Laila was getting way too comfortable. Not that it was much of a problem – just a surprise. “Why don’t we spend some time here, now?”
“I – huh?” Mae gasped. “Right here? B-but…” She looked around. First class did look rather empty. Maybe if they were quiet… “This… I don’t think this is right!” Mae whispered. “What if someone – what if someone sees us?”
Laila chuckled. “You say that as if everyone else in first class isn’t going to the same place.”
“Wh—” Mae felt as though she stepped into another dimension. She looked around to the other passengers. Sure enough, they were all dressed similar to Laila – and when she turned to one of them, another dominant-looking woman with large blonde curls and more vibrant makeup than skin, winked at Mae. “H-how?”
“We’re all coming straight from a retreat. Specifically for professional hypnotists. Next, we’re off to spend some more time together… just me and some close friends. We all actually rented first class so we could have some… privacy.”
Mae felt her head spin. “Well… if you don’t think they’ll mind…” she muttered. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. “T-then, yeah… I’d… I’d love to. I’ve never, um, played like this in real life.” Let alone in public! “I love listening to files.”
Laila’s smirk turned into a toothy grin. “Oh, really?”
“Y-yeah,” Mae whispered. “Like… My job is so mindless and boring. To be honest, I kinda hate it. So the files help me… not think about it.”
“Wow, I am quite a fan of cute girls not thinking,” Laila joked. “So. Which files have you listened to?”
“W-well… some intelligence draining files. Um… some stuff to do with, like, orgasm training. A-and… one that makes me breasts, um…” She couldn’t believe she was talking about this stuff – in general, but also to essentially a stranger. “R-real sensitive. Like, yeah. Things like that.”
“That sounds delightful.”
Laila smirked wickedly. Then, she reached out her hand to grab a fistful of Mae's hair, pulling it a considerable amount. Mae couldn’t even protest before her hair got pulled. She felt like something was wrong, like Laila was doing something nefarious, but… she couldn’t think enough to realize something like that mattered. Mae felt her eyes begin to flutter half-shut after the initial shock. What in the world was Laila doing? And... why did it make Mae feel all sleepy and cozy?
Throughout the hair pulling, Mae couldn't help but notice something. She couldn't break eye contact with Laila. It was like Laila's powerful, demanding eyes were all she could see -- her peripheral vision had shut down and nothing else around those eyes was comprehensible. Mae had to suppress a moan. Fuck. Getting her hair pulled really felt great -- especially when done by a powerful hypnodomme.
"That's it," Laila cooed. "You know the drill so well by now. You know that just one touch and you're under my grasp. I thought for a moment that I recognized you from my subscribers... but now I'm certain. You're a big fan of mine, aren't you? You've been watching my stuff, looking at my body, wishing you were under my guidance for a long time now. Isn't that right?"
"I... that's... huh?" Mae felt like she was being asked a question, but between the fuzzy trance and her hair getting pulled harder, she couldn't quite understand what she was being asked. "W-what do you mean?"
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it," Laila licked her lips. "All you need to do is nod and giggle. I'm going to borrow your mind for a bit."
Mae couldn't help it. She giggled like a mindless, brainless slut. It was hard not to, with Laila's softly commanding voice and her inability to think clearly. "Just like that," Laila purred. "You're all good. Just melting under my grasp." And then the next few words Laila spoke were extremely familiar -- "all you have to do is sink," -- and before Mae could figure out where she heard that phrase before, she fell completely into a dark, blissful trance. Nothing mattered. Her thoughts -- her brains -- were gone.
"Now, I want you to imagine a person. It's you! Standing on the opposite end of your mind. Look at her. She looks quite like you, doesn't she?"
"Mm," Mae nodded gently.
"But she's a bit different. She's you, after all these years. After all the files you've spent hours indulging in. Her face, it isn't quite like yours -- after all, your face means business, it looks way too serious for a slutty bimbo like you. But the girl across from you? She looks happy. She looks like she has more boobs and sex than thoughts. As you gaze upon her, her blissfully blanked out face, the skimpy attire she's wearing, the way her breasts are just falling out of her crop top... give yourself permission, Mae. I'm giving you permission. You can become her, for a little. Just while you're under my guidance." All through the trance, Laila's voice became more twinged with her cruel smile.
And Mae couldn't help but accept the suggestions. She felt herself sliding into the other her, the bimbofied Mae taking over. All the triggers she gathered over nearly five years were clear as day. And she couldn't tell how -- but it seemed like Laila knew all of them.
"Let's give you a test drive, now that you've become bimbo Mae," Laila chuckled. "I want you to nod your head... like a good girl."
Mae didn't have to think twice about it. She just lifted her head and nodded gently. She obeyed. It felt good to obey.
"Good," Laila smirked. "I guessed correctly, it seems... I want you to say 'I belong to you, Miss Midnight.' Like a good girl, of course."
"I belong to you, Miss Midnight." Distantly, that name felt familiar. It didn't matter how, though. Mae just giggled again.
"There you go!" Laila praised. "That's it. You know that you feel pleasure as you follow commands. And when you're told to do it 'like a good girl', it only feels better. Feels rather, mm... orgasmic, wouldn't you say?"
"Yessss..." Mae slurred out. She felt her clit twitching just a little as Laila further conditioned the already brainwashed girl.
Laila continued to pull Mae's hair harder and harder, making the smaller lady squeal out in pain. She suddenly released the hair. Mae felt her scalp soothed as Laila petted Mae's hair as if she were a beloved, prized animal. "You obey because it feels good. You obey because you trust me. So, if I told you to start pleasuring yourself, you would do it... like a good girl."
Once again, Mae didn't have to think about the command. She had completely forgotten about the other erotic hypnotists in first class -- or maybe she didn't forget, but she couldn't exactly think about it. Mae's hand slid under the belt of her business slacks as she began pleasuring herself through her panties. Mae didn't even realize how turned on she was until she felt her pink silk panties completely ruined. And yet, she couldn't orgasm even as she fingered her clit as quickly as she could. She wasn't given permission to cum, after all.
"And I suppose if I were to play with your giant tits, you would feel even more pleasure," Laila guessed accurately. "After all, you must have listened to my 'brainwashing for big-boobed bimbos' file, right?"
"Yes," Mae confessed, her voice more of a moan than speech.
"Good! Then take your shirt off, like a good girl." Mae took her hand off her panties -- begrudgingly, not that she'd notice -- and lifted her shirt over her boobs and above her head. Her matching bra was barren, ready for Laila to play with at her will. "Good, good girl. You're so obedient. So caring for your hypnodomme. You'll just do whatever I tell you to do, like a good girl."
Mae nodded again.
"Continue pleasuring yourself, like a good girl." Mae happily obliged. "I'm just going to take your tits for myself... I'm sure that's alright with you."
                Mae couldn't protest when Laila grabbed onto her chest and began fondling her tits. She squirmed as she adjusted to the cool, demanding, possessive touches. "You must get a lot of attention for these things," she cooed. "So big, so plump, so juicy... anyone would be lucky to have these things. Well, and I'm lucky since I own them, now."
                Mae moaned out indecently, uncaring as to who could hear her. She didn't even know if she was moaning from Laila treating her tits like a plaything, or from her fingers vigorously pleasuring herself. Laila squeezed her boobs and pulled them around roughly, taking as much of them into her hands as she could. As she did, Laila whispered inductions and sweet words into Mae's ear. "You want me to have these. You want to be in my possession. But more so than that, you want to feel pleasure under my guidance. That's what you've always wanted, listening to my files and getting off to them like a dirty slut."
                Once again, Mae had no idea what Laila was talking about. Maybe she knew Laila from somewhere, but she couldn't think of where through the thick, hazy fog. Laila continued, bulldozing over whatever lingering thoughts Mae might have had. "So I'm going to give you a reward. You're going to feel your tits becoming more and more sensitive, becoming attached to your pleasure, becoming attached to the brainwashing. Whenever you or someone else touches your boobs -- it doesn't matter if it's rough, gentle, or whatever -- it's going to feel like the hottest, most sensitive, most pleasurable thing you've ever felt. Did you get that, plaything? Did I say that slowly enough for your poor, feeble mind?"
                Mae already noticed the changes taking place. Sure enough, her tits were becoming more sensitive, and as they did Mae began moaning and gasping louder. Her clit tingled with desire as Laila whispered, "more, more, more, more. Give your mind to me. Give your body to me. Your boobs are playthings, they're buttons, they're the real keys to your pleasure. You're like a lock that's already slightly ajar -- and whenever someone touches your breasts, you're just going to break into a fit of pleasure."
                With every word, everything was becoming sweeter. Mae couldn't tell if Laila's hands were getting even rougher or if her tits were just getting more sensitive. Soon enough, they both felt like large, malleable clits, feeling just as good as the way Mae fingered her own pussy. Mae's eyes were blank and mindless, but the way she grunted and gasped like an obedient slut sounded wild and shameless.
                "You sound like a total slut," Laila chuckled. "You must feel like one, too -- if you can feel anything, that is. With the deep trance you're in, you'd be lucky if you had a single thought. But you sound so shameless with all your moaning and whining. Why don't we change that, a little? Make it more... verbal?"
                Mae tried to instinctively ask what she meant, but it didn't matter. Her question came out as another series of whimpers and moans. "That's right," Laila mocked her. "When I take you out of this trance, you're of course going to be able to talk and think normally -- well, for the most part. But I'm going to make one more change to your already molded brain. Whenever someone says the words 'speak, girl,' you're going to say the horniest, kinkiest, sluttiest thing that crosses your mind. It doesn't matter who you say it to or where you are -- you're just going to say it. Doesn't that sound fun? Doesn't saying whatever thing comes to your ruined mind without even thinking sound quite lovely?"
                "Yesss..." Mae moaned.
                "Then let's try it," Laila smirked as she continued fondling Mae's tits. Mae didn't even know if she'd be able to think at all about what to say. "Speak, girl."
                "I want you to fuck my brains out and use my boobs as toys," Mae moaned out. If she were anymore conscious, she would have been horrified at what she just said -- in public, no less. But Mae wasn't conscious in even the slightest.
                "I'd love that, too," Laila chuckled. "Let's try again. Speak, girl."
                "I want to be a mindless fuckdoll who only gets used for other people's pleasure," Mae admitted. Deep down, she couldn't believe she was saying these things. Who would say that kind of obscene statement? She wasn't able to stop herself, though. She just kept babbling the first slutty, kinky thing that was on her mind.
                "Speak, girl."
                "Please use my tight holes and fuck me mercilessly."
                "Speak, girl."
                "I deserve to be brainwashed and turned into a brainless plaything."
                The trigger kept coming over and over. Mae admitted to the sluttiest things on her mind, things that she didn't even know she felt. Hell, were she conscious, she'd realize she never even spoke some of those words before. Mae wanted to be used like a toy. Mae wanted her holes to be stuffed with cum. Mae wanted to be shared like a total mindless doll. Mae wanted to spend the rest of her life pleasuring whoever was handling her at the time. Repeatedly, she just blurted out the dumbest, kinkiest thing on her mind. It was as if her verbal filter had completely disappeared. And she wasn't conscious enough to want to care.
                "Wonderful," Laila purred. "You'll make a wonderfully slutty plaything. Not just for me, but for whoever wants to get their hands on you. Isn't it funny that you used to be a meek, timid admin assistant only minutes before meeting me? Now you're a stupid slut who'll say the first sexy thing on your mind. I think that's just perfect, though -- no more brains. No more use worrying about anything. Just being a perfect fuckdoll for me, my friends, and really, whoever wants you."
                Mae moaned at that prospect. Laila grabbed onto Mae's tits again, making her moan even louder. Mae couldn't help it. She was a stupid, mindless, kinky slut. She just wanted to be used. And right now, the best way for her to get used was for a hot Domme to mercilessly rub her clit-tits.
                "I think you deserve a reward," Laila whispered lustrously into Mae's ear. "I'm assuming you've listened to the file 'Orgasm Training for Obedient Dolls', have you?"
                "Yesss..."
                "Then I suppose you have an instant orgasm trigger, and I guess it's one I know?"
                Mae nodded eagerly, but gently. She knew that phrase -- those sweet words that always pushed her over the edge into an overwhelming orgasm. Even now, she barely registered that it was probably Laila's files that put all those suggestions in her brain. She was too, too stupid, after all.
                "Let's play with it a bit then," Laila grinned close enough to Mae's ear she could feel it. Mae knew what was coming next.
                "Cum for Mistress."
                Mae didn't have to think. She didn't even have to be touched -- though having her tits played with as she instantly came didn't help. Mae moaned out wildly, unaware of people's smug stares and fascinated glances. Her hand shot into her panties as she begun pleasuring herself. It was overpowering. She couldn't even remember where she was or what she was doing. All that mattered was cum, cum, cum.
                Mae's moaned slowed to quiet gasps, eventually. But Laila wasn't quite satisfied with only one orgasm. "Cum for Mistress," she said again. Immediately, Mae was thrown into another orgasm, this one more intense than the last -- and a twinge more painful. Her back arched into the seat. "Cum for Mistress. Cum for Mistress. Cum for Mistress." Every orgasm was more agonizing, more torturous, until Mae wasn't even moaning -- she was just outright screaming. The entire plane could hear her. It was a miracle that no stewardess or passenger had come over to check on her.
                Laila must have induced a dozen orgasms... before she was satisfied. Mae was more than satisfied, especially as the torrent of orgasms came to a slow halt. Laila took her hands off of Mae's chest, and Mae took her fingers out of her cunt. The cruel Domme cooed softly in her ear as she wrapped her arms gently around Mae's shoulders.
                "You did so well, so good for me, plaything," Laila smiled. Mae smiled with her, still deep in happy, blissful trance. "Now... I think it's time for you to really go to sleep."
                Mae was about to sleepily ask a question, but Laila whispered, "now sleep," into her ear. And Mae's eyes shut as she instantly fell into a deep sleep.
~~
                "Excuse me, miss?"
                Mae could distantly hear the gentle but firm voice of a stewardess. Her eyes slid open slowly. What had happened? Where... was she?
                "The plane has landed, miss. Would you please grab your belongings and begin to depart?"
                Huh? Plane? Where was... Laila? Mae's eyes opened wide as she began to look around. The lady who she was sitting next to was gone. What had happened? Mae couldn't remember any of it. Every time she tried, her memory would just grow more foggy. She was getting... hypnotized? No. That was wrong. Who would do that in public? "Right. S-sorry," Mae said in a small voice, grabbing her bags as she stood up and walked off the plane. Gah, she was so tired. And now she had to look presentable at the stupid business conference.
                As she walked around the airport, waiting for the rest of her luggage, she noticed people staring at her. Some of the eyes were judgemental, scornful, like Mae was doing something wrong. And some looked ravenous, like they wanted to pounce on Mae like she was prey. What was wrong with them? Mae was a plain girl with no notable features. She never would get stares like that.
                Mae grabbed her luggage, soon enough, and went to the bathroom to check her makeup. It took her more than a few seconds to recognize herself in the mirror.
                "What... the hell?" Her eyes shot wide as she gazed upon herself in complete shock. Instead of her bland business attire, she was wearing something... well, just completely slutty and scandalous. Her business slacks were replaced with short-short jeans that left none of her ass to the imagination. And she might as well have just been wearing a bra with how skimpy her crop top was. No wonder she was getting stared at! She looked like the easiest lady in the world.
                "Shit, crap... I have to change back," Mae murmured as she looked in her luggage for normal clothes. Thankfully, she found something reasonable. But as soon as she slid her high heels off to put on some normal pants, something stopped her.
                Something did. Mae wasn't sure what. She felt just a twinge of pain throughout her body as she tried to force the long, boring pants on. As soon as she made herself put them on through the pain, her entire body stopped. She wasn't able to move. Surely she hadn't gained that much stress weight, had she? No, it wasn't that, the pants themself felt like a good fit. As soon as she took the pants off, showing her ass and thighs to the world, she could move around normally.
                Mae felt panic. How was she supposed to go to the conference like this? She needed to lie down. Certainly once she got to the hotel and laid on her bed, she'd feel better. She gathered her things, rushing through the airport as hot steam flew out of her ears. Luckily, her hotel was only a short bus ride from the airport; though the stares she'd get from everyone made it seem like a lifetime.
                Eventually, she checked in, threw her stuff down, and collapsed on the bed. She tried changing again. It didn't work. She tried everything in her small travel wardrobe, and nothing allowed her to move. Not to mention how painful it was -- sure, it wasn't destroying her body, but it wasn't exactly comfortable.
                Mae groaned out in frustration. As she rolled into a ball on her bed, she then realized how hungry she was. The flight was quite long, after all.
                "Maybe I should just... look around..."
                Mae wandered around the hotel, trying to find food, trying even harder to ignore the cruel stares her way. Certainly the hotel had to have something. As soon as she could eat, she'd be able to walk around in normal people's clothes. It was weird, though. She didn't even feel that hungry -- she didn't know what she felt other than hot. It wasn't the temperature. As much as she hated to admit it, the stares were hot, the way she was unable to dress any more normally was hot, and the way her mind felt all fuzzy and foggy was extremely hot.
                The hotel's lunch was long over, and it would be a few hours until dinner. Mae sighed as she sat down on a nearby chair, putting her head in her hands. What in the world was she going to do? There was no way she could go to the business conference looking like that. She was so, so fired.
                "Excuse me," a voice piped up. Mae looked up to see a young woman standing in front of her. Huh. She was also dressed in a similar way as Mae. "Are you heading to the convention too?"
                Mae tilted her head. Certainly she didn't mean the same business conference -- not when she was looking like that. "Um..." Mae furrowed her brows. "W-what conference?"
                "The, y'know, erotic hypnosis conference," the woman whispered in a giggly tone. "Dressed like that, I can't imagine you're going to any other conference."
                "I..." Mae's eyes shot wide. "I didn't know there was an erotic hypnosis conference. Um..." She couldn't believe she was asking. As long as she couldn't dress for the business conference, and as long as she was stuck in an unfamiliar part of the country, she might as well. "Is... is it too late to sign up?"
                "Oh!" The lady smiled wickedly. "What a coincidence. Someone not going to the hypno con who's into hypnosis? I'm actually one of the organizers. As long as you've got your ID and some money, I can sign you up."
                Mae chuckled nervously. She couldn't believe she was doing this. But, it was going to be fun, right? She'd finally get a taste of real-world hypnosis, outside of files. She couldn't even go to the business conference. She didn't even want to go in the first place. She could lie and say there was an 'administrative difficulty' to her job too, and she'd get off scot free. If her boss was good for anything, he was good for lying to. "Well... my conference got... cancelled, suddenly... so I suppose it can't hurt."
                "Wonderful!" the organizer purred. "Let's get you all registered, then."
~~
                As weird as the situation was, Mae couldn't have imagined being in a better place. The convention was so much fucking fun. She couldn't even have imagined meeting so many hot people -- let alone hot people who were miraculously into the same kink as her!
                She went to a living statue museum where she was hypnotized into being an exhibit, allowing patrons to touch and grope her. Mae never realized how sensitive her tits were. It felt like every time they were grabbed, her clit itself was being grabbed. She couldn't stop moaning from how good it felt -- the overwhelming physical sensations, and the mental torture she was being put in. Besides, the way the patrons would comment on her body like she was a piece of art -- either a good or bad piece of art -- was equally hot.
                She went to a speed trance, which she supposed was like speed dating. Mae felt so easy. She'd go under for anyone, getting hypnotized and changed however they wanted. And she loved it. Why was she so easy? Was it because they were all telling her what to do, specifically "like a good girl"? She couldn't figure out why they were all using the same words, or why she felt like she had to obey every time she heard them. She didn't think it mattered, though. All that mattered was that she was obeying.
        She thought something was weird, though. For some reason, nearly everyone at the con who had a single toppy cell in them seemed to know her triggers. She couldn't figure out why. Was Mae forgetting something? Maybe something related to why she couldn't go out in clothes much less scandalous? It seemed quite silly, if she was being honest. One of the things that made Mae great was the fact she had a nearly photographic memory. Why would she just forget something that big? That important?
    Every time she tried to think hard enough about it, her brain would just get foggier. It was like her mind was preventing her from thinking too much about it. Mae felt like she should have wanted to care. But she didn't. She was having too much fun. It felt wonderful to be put into trance, especially by people she didn't know at times she least expected it. Even getting hypnotized in the middle of the con suite in front of a bunch of strangers was extraordinarily hot.
    At one point in the convention, a couple of tall hot ladies cornered Mae into an unsuspecting place. They asked how long she'd known 'Laila' or what kind of 'changes' she'd done to Mae's brain. Mae had to stop and think. Did she know a Laila? She didn't think she did, but these women seemed convinced she knew her?
    Mae's thoughts were cut short when one of the ladies began fondling with her chest. Mae's thoughts turned to hot steam bursting from her ears as the pleasure overtook her. Within seconds, she was close to orgasm once again, saying whatever hot, kinky thing stuck on her mind at the words 'speak, girl'. Why did these people know so much about her? It didn't matter. What did matter was, milliseconds before Mae's orgasm, they stopped. The two ladies laughed at her, and the last thing Mae heard was, "Seems Laila's quite good at conditioning you."
    Mae sighed after that experience, composing herself as best as she could as she walked through the halls. The next class she wanted to go to was one on impact play and hypnosis. It sounded quite exciting, and Mae was excited when she saw it on the schedule. But something stopped her in the halls.
    She looked to the side, and saw multiple posters of someone shirtless, in seemingly a state of ecstacy. Mae's eyes went wide as she slowly inspected it.
    It was her.
    Painted around the posters was "like a good girl" and "speak, girl" and her various other triggers and favorite insults. Now Mae finally felt like something was wrong. She walked away from the hallway, hoping no one saw her. Once she was in a secluded place, she dropped in the lobby onto the floor. She covered her face. Her head felt like it was splitting open. Those posters -- there -- for everyone to see. She never agreed to anything like that! She -- she had no idea those pictures were even taken!
    Mae's breath was beginning to get heavy. She had to get home. Surely she could take the next plane back. She just had to go back to her room, onto her laptop, and book a ticket. She didn't care how much it'd cost. She had to get out of there. This was too bizarre.
    "Having a good time, girl?"
    Mae's head whipped up, seeing yet another Domme standing behind her. She wore a dark latex dress with a purple, silk cover up around her shoulders and chest Mae's eyebrows furrowed. Did she know this person? It felt like she did...
    "You're... Mistress Midnight, y-yes?" Mae rubbed her temples. She was a big fan. She listened to her files all the time. But... no, now wasn't the right time. "S-sorry. I'm a fan, but... I have to get going." Mae stood up and tried to walk out. The Domme seemed intent on stopping her, though.
    "You don't want to stay and chat? Not after all the fun we had on the airplane?"
    Mae's face paled. "The... airplane?" She didn't remember.
    The Domme sighed. "Alright, let's bring those memories back, shall we?"
    "Wait--" Mae somehow knew what was about to happen, but it was too late.
        The woman whispered something in her ear. Mae's eyes widened as she suddenly remembered everything. All the triggers and suggestions from her ride on the airplane. How Laila just toyed with her mercilessly in public. Getting her tits changed into sensitive large clits. The pictures on the walls, the way Mae couldn't get dressed into anything less revealing, and the way everyone knew her triggers... it was all Laila. It was all Mistress Midnight. And then being forced to forget all of it.
    "I... you... why did you do all this to me..." Mae murmured. Her brain felt like a pile of mush, but at least she could still string a sentence together.
    Laila chuckled. "Because I felt like it. It's nice knowing my files had so much power over you. Besides, you were so cute, I just couldn't keep my hands off of you."
    "I..." Mae shook her head. This was wrong. "This is... this is crazy. Please, just turn me back to normal!"
    Laila just started massaging Mae's shoulders. Her hands went lower and lower, eventually crossing over to her chest. Once Laila began fondling her breasts, Mae felt herself melt into a puddle. She moaned and groaned. Mae tried to think... she was saying something was wrong... but what was it? She couldn't think straight. She really was a stupid, brainless bimbo.
    "I can't stop just yet," Laila smiled softly. "We're having so much fun. I have more ideas for you. Come with me."
    "I... hhhng... wait, I..." Mae shook her head. It was too hard. Resisting was just too much stress, too much trouble. It was so much easier to obey -- especially to obey one of her favorite hypnotists. Obedience was even more exciting when Laila would toy with her sensitive breasts like stress balls.
    "That's it," Laila cooed. "Just melt into my arms. This will be fun for you. You're going to feel so much pleasure, so much at my hands..."
    Mae felt something, though it felt distant. Around her neck, she felt faux fur curling around it. She heard something snap behind her. Mae tried to look down, but she couldn't quite see what it was. Fortunately, Laila held up a mirror to her -- it was a deep purple and black collar, with a tag on the hoop of it. The tag was heart-shaped, and engraved in it with glittery letters, "Property of Mistress M."
    "Now you're perfect," Laila chuckled. "And I have plans to show you off to the rest of the world..."
~~
    Fortunately for Mae, after the convention, Laila -- her new partner in romance and kink -- was kind enough to temporarily remove the clothing suggestion. After all, Mae still had to go to work. She couldn't be as good of a plaything for Laila if she couldn't pay her rent and bills. It was surprising how close Laila lived to Mae -- what a happy coincidence!
    Mae didn't care about anything that had transpired over the convention. In fact, she enjoyed it. She couldn't even remember why she felt weird about it, or why she resisted in the first place. Now she had a hot girlfriend who made for an even hotter Domme. Mae would get questions about or stares at her collar, but it didn't matter. She was property. Mae wanted to show that to the world.
    It had been a few weeks into her and Laila's relationship. Already, Laila had used Mae for multiple videos on her websites. Mae loved the attention. She lived for the humiliating comments and degrading notes about her body. More than all that, though, she loved being mindless. It was so much better than thinking, worrying. Now, whenever Mae wasn't at work, she could be a dumb brainless plaything for Laila. Her life was idyllic.
        She wore her collar all the time. It reminded her of Laila, but more importantly, it reminded her that she was owned. Mae couldn't have been happier. Before meeting Laila, she was just a meek, shy girl who was completely unnoticeable. Now she was a prized piece of property. Why would she want anything else? Why did she ever want anything else?
    Mae's thoughts came to a halt when she heard the door to her office open. There stood Rika, one of Mae's closest work friends -- and someone as equally shy as Mae used to be. Mae greeted Rika with a casual wave, grinning widely. "Rika!" she smiled. Mae couldn't recall herself ever smiling that widely. "How are you today?"
    "I, uh, I'm... good," Rika looked back and forth. She was hiding something? Rika was usually very secretive with her feelings. Mae hadn't done anything wrong, had she? "I was just, uh... going to ask you something."
    "Yeah?" Mae cocked her head. "What's up?"
    "Well, uh..." Rika's face was completely flushed. If Mae didn't know any better, she wouldn't have guessed Rika was totally turned on. "I... was just... wondering if you ordered printer ink yet."
    "...Oh," Mae blinked. That was a total lie. Even Rika knew she sounded like she was lying. "Uh, it slipped my mind, but I'll do it right now. That okay?"
    "Yeah, that's... good." Rika turned around, about to leave, but she was stopped dead in her tracks. Mae narrowed her eyes, looking at her work friend suspiciously. "S-sorry, I just have... a lot... on my mind."
    "You're welcome to share with me," Mae smiled genuinely. Rika slowly turned around, a conflicted look on her face. "Promise."
    "Okay..." Rika inhaled.
    Mae's eyes went wide as Rika uttered the words "speak, girl." Before she even registered what was going on, her mouth spoke for her.
    "I want to be bent over and fucked mercilessly," Mae said, immediately covering her mouth with her hands in horror. She couldn't believe she just said something like that in the workplace -- and she doubly couldn't believe it was shy, secluded Rika that used that trigger. "Rika... wh-what are you..."
    "I can't believe it worked," Rika exhaled. Slowly, all tension left her, replaced with an uncharacteristically cruel smile. "We're going to have so much fun."