Vanessa didn’t love being a hotel maid. It wasn't the worst position out there, but Vanessa definitely could go for most other jobs sans food service and retail. The hotel she worked at, at the very least, was quite lovely. It easily had five stars, and was frequently visited by high-class profiles; thus, Vanessa was often tipped generously. She just had to avoid the entitled rich people and their equally spoiled children.
She relied on the tips, mostly. Girl needed some way to pay for her business administration studies, let alone rent and bills and food. Vanessa would often get these fantasies about dramatically quitting her job -- especially in front of the worst manager on earth, Timmy. But she kept her head high and reminded herself that she just needed to do this for a few more years before she could become the mean rich business lady of her dreams.
One bleak and damp Monday morning, Vanessa found herself having a particularly abysmal shift.
She had to wake up at 5am to make her 6am shift, after her prior shift had her in bed at 11:30pm. Timmy had yelled at her the second she walked in the door about something completely asinine. And a mom in a fur coat that costed more than Vanessa's life had screamed at her for not letting her son pull her ponytail.
Luckily, her shift was almost over, and she could go home and unwind with her favorite vibrator and submission hypno file.
Vanessa just had one more room to tidy up. Room 1037. No Do-Not-Disturb sign hung on the door, so she assumed it was empty and waltzed inside. She began her typical routine. And then the shower started running in the bathroom.
"Oh, shoot," Vanessa cursed, hurrying out of the room. Or, beginning to. As she rolled her cart out, something on the desk caught her eye.
A pendulum.
The rays of light from sundown poured through the mirror, reflecting off the bright gemstone in a million directions. It was... entrancing. Vanessa had spent a fair amount of time listening to inductions by her favorite hypnotists. But she'd never been hypnotized in person. No one was there, but... the pendulum, the lights, it drew her in...
Vanessa collapsed on the bed. What was she doing? She just stared at the pendulum. Her eyes wouldn't pull away from it no matter how hard she tried. Vanessa felt something boil in her cunt. A mantra from a file repeated in her head. I must be controlled. I must be controlled. I must be controlled.
The shower continued to run in the distance. Vanessa hardly noticed it. In fact, the repetitive sound of water running dragged her into trance deeper. Distantly, she wondered who could be in there. Would it be a hot lady, the kind of woman who'd come straight from Vanessa's favorite hypno story?
Minutes passed. Vanessa didn't know how many. The shower stopped, but Vanessa stayed stuck in trance. She couldn't move. She needed someone to come and... control her...
The door opened. Someone walked out and walked to her.
"My, my," a lustrous woman's voice spoke. "What do we have here?"
        Vanessa just murmured mindlessly. She felt her chin grabbed and tilted to the woman speaking to her – the gorgeous woman speaking to her, that was. Despite no longer looking at the pendant, she was still entranced by this lady’s beauty. She was tall – must have been around five foot eight – with lustrous black hair that curled down to her waist. The look in her eyes was possessive, obsessive, but also kind and welcoming. But most notably of all, her boobs were ginormous. Each one must have been about the size of Vanessa’s head.
        The lady grabbed said giant boobs and began swaying them to and from. Vanessa’s eyes followed them mindlessly, falling deeper and deeper into her tits. “My name is Willow. What’s yours, darling maid?”        
        “Vanessa…” she exhaled distantly in a light response.
        “Vanessa. What a sexy, seductive name. And what brings you staring into my favorite pendulum, dear? Might I ask if you, by any chance, have a hypnosis kink of your own?”
        Vanessa gently nodded. Willow’s deep voice pulled her in. Making her tenfold as entranced.
        “I thought so. No one would look at a shiny pendulum or a professional hypnosis Domme with the eyes you have right now.” Willow gently caressed Vanessa’s cheek, who almost came just from that.
        "I want you to just relax," she exhaled. "In case you need to know... my name is Willow. Like a lone tree at a lake, on a windy day, you can just feel your mind shaking in my presence. Maybe a few leaves fly away -- your thoughts, obviously. If that's what you want, of course, you can let those thoughts float away into the wind. Flying into the distance. Going, going and gone..."
Willow swayed her boobs back and forth, mimicking the tree Vanessa envisioned. She could feel it. Bits of her mind snapping off the tree, disappearing into nothing. She didn't need to think, right now. All she needed to do was stare at Willow's tits... just keep staring until all the thoughts faded away into the fog. Vanessa exhaled. It felt so good, having her mind toyed with in the real world, all the while staring at a hot lady's giant rack.
"If you feel yourself getting, say, a bit turned on... that's just fine as well," Willow chuckled. "It's natural, after all. Who wants to think, in this day and age? It feels good to let your brain shut down. Just to sink into this pink fog. Becoming more and more of a brainless bimbo... doesn't that sound nice to you, miss maid?"
"Mmmmrh... yes..." Vanessa moaned. It was hard to believe that Willow conveniently guessed that Vanessa loved bimbofication, more than anything. Oftentimes Vanessa would find herself torn between being a successful, smart businessowner, and potentially making money off of her tight holes, excessive makeup, and lack of coherent thoughts.
Willow lifted her tits, drawing Vanessa's eyes to Willow's cunning smile. "Oh, good. I love a good bimbo. Smart girls wouldn't be trapped in my room looking mindlessly at my favorite pendulum necklace, of course... maybe you're a bit less bright than you seem."
Vanessa chuckled. She could barely ignore the burning sensation in her cunt. Distantly, she thought she had to get back to her shift, but... did it really matter? She was getting everything she needed right then. Willow had Vanessa in the palm of her hands.
But Willow apparently held proper negotiation in high regard. She released her boobs and put her hands to Vanessa's cheeks. "On the count of five, I want you to come back up to consciousness. You're a bright girl, and I don't want to drain your intelligence... quite yet."
Willow counted up. One. Two. With every number, Vanessa felt sensation returning to her. Three. And she also felt embarrassment overcome her exponentially. Two. One. Awake.
Vanessa flushed a deep, bright red. "I-I am so, so sorry about this--"
She was about to get her stuff and sprint out. Until Willow grabbed her by the arm. "Oh, you don't need to go so soon! I promise, I fully enjoyed the bit we did. It's rare to find another hypnoslut in the wild, especially in a place like this," she laughed a bit. "Come on, sit down. Relax. Take a load off."
Vanessa slowly nodded, sitting down. This was her last room, after all. She could do that much. "Y...yeah... thank you... um, Willow, right?"
"Yes. Very happy you managed to maintain my name, dear. And you?"
"Um, Vanessa," she flustered. "I thought the room was unoccupied. I'm sorry."
"No need. It was my fault for forgetting." Willow put a hand on Vanessa's. Her hand was so soft... "As you can probably guess, I'm a professional hypnotist. Actually, the hotel is hosting a hypnosis conference this weekend, hence why I'm here with you."
"Oh... really?" Vanessa blinked. She had no idea. Then again, her bosses would barely tell her anything about the events the hotel would run. She was just a simple maid, after all. "I'm surprised. This hotel seems... high class..."
"You'd be surprised how many mean CEOs are into this," Willow laughed.
Vanessa laughed, at ease. "Makes sense. I'm actually a business admin studies major myself."
"And a hypnokinkster! Fantastic! Have you done much hypnosis in person before?"
Vanessa shook her head.
"Interesting," Willow tapped a finger to her chin. "You know, I did just recently lose the hypnosis demo bottom I was going to toy with for my intelligence play class. She missed the flight to the hotel, and by the time the next one comes, she’ll have missed the class. I do wonder, though…”
Willow eyes Vanessa up and down, trying to get a good read on her. After a moment, Vanessa realized what she was silently asking. “Oh, no, I couldn’t do that,” Vanessa declined. “I’m – I’m hardly experienced.”
“But you went into trance so easily! And that’s really most of what I need.”
        Vanessa looked into Willow’s eyes with a tinge of curiosity. She couldn’t be certain, but it seemed like there was… something devious in her eyes. Jealousy? Possessiveness? Or… competition? Vanessa wasn’t too good at reading people’s faces. Besides, the deeper she’d look into Willow’s eyes, the more tempting the promise of trance became.
        But what did Vanessa have to lose? Worst comes to worst, she’d realize it wasn’t for her and dip out early. But best case scenario? She’d have one of the hottest scenes of her life – and one of her first hypnoscenes, for that!
        “Alright,” Vanessa shrugged. “I don’t have anything to lose.”
        Willow grinned widely. “Fantastic,” she clapped her hands together. “But first, I have to test you.”
        “Test… me?” The noncommittal enthusiasm turned into a pique of interest quickly. “How so?”
        “Well,” Willow started. She towered over Vanessa, slowly making the smaller, subbier girl lean back onto the bed. “I have to really see how into kink and hypnosis you really are.”
        “U-um…” Vanessa fidgeted nervously. Subspace hit her like a truck. “W-what were you thinking?”
        Willow tapped a finger to her chin excitedly. “Well, I have a nice, big strap on I’ve been meaning to break in for quite some time. Seems like your poor holes will do nicely. How does that sound…” She lifted Vanessa’s meek, malleable head upwards. “Hypnoslut?”
        Vanessa eagerly nodded, letting her nonverbal excitement speak for her.
        “And since the class is an intelligence play class… how would it sound if I fucked the suggestions into you? I love some good rough hypnosis, myself. But if it sounds too edgy…”
        “No! Not at all,” Vanessa interjected, speaking before she realized she was. “Please. I’d… that all sounds very, very hot.” With every word Vanessa’s voice grew quieter. It didn’t seem like Willow particularly minded, though.
        “Fantastic. Then, are you ready?”
        “Yes.”
        “Good. Undress, then. Everything off.”
        Vanessa threw her hotel maid uniform off her body onto the ground. She didn't care about folding it neatly -- or reporting the end of her shift -- she was ready to get on with the hypnofucking the millisecond she could.
Willow stepped up to her. She towered over Vanessa easily, striking anticipation and fear into Vanessa's heart. This was really happening. A hot hyonodomme scooped her up and would make her a stupid plaything. It was all Vanessa ever wanted - and that made the pressure more pronounced.
"Are you scared, girlie?" Willow chuckled, running her hands down the sides of Vanessa's body. Vanessa shivered at the touch.
"A-a bit," she admitted. "It's been a while since I've... been with anyone. Like this." The last time she could remember being intimate with someone was her last boyfriend who came in two minutes and left. Needless to say, calling the majority of her experiences underwhelming was an understatement. But this? Willow hadn't even done anything to Vanessa other than gently handle her body. And it was sending Vanessa over the sun.
"Don't be scared," Willow leaned over, "I'm going to take very, very good care of you."
Something told Vanessa Willow was lying, but it didn't matter. Vanessa didn't have time to linger on that thought as Willow's grip on her grew tight. She shoved Vanessa onto the mattress, bending her over. Willow lifted her hands off Vanessa, but the subby hypnoslut stayed put. Willow looked around the room anxiously. Whatever guesses came to Vanessa's mind soon vanished as Willow flashed something thick and long in front of her.
A purple strap on. It must have been at least 9 inches. Vanessa couldn't even guess the girth of it.
"Does this one look good to you, dear?" Willow asked gently, though there truly was nothing but hunger in her voice.
"Y-yes," Vanessa gasped. She could barely imagine that thing going too deep into her. But before she could protest, she already agreed to it.
Willow smirked behind her. Vanessa heard some shuffling, and the dripping and swishing of some fluid -- lube, she could hypothesize. Within seconds, she felt the tip of it graze her pussy. Even the tip alone pushed her walls apart. Vanessa felt her poor clit ache.
"So how I'm seeing this working," Willow started as if she were explaining some kind of experiment. She pulled Vanessa's hair up as she continued, "is I'm going to literally fuck the suggestions into you. You're going to be so blissed out and dazed around my strap that you won't even have the bandwidth to think or protest. Your mind is going to be so overwhelmed by pleasure that it won't need to fight back. Does that sound good to you?"
Vanessa didn't answer with words, but rather a vigorous nod and a series of whimpers.
"I thought you might like that." Willow slid in further, holding Vanessa's ass still by her hips. "Your hips are so wide, slut. This strap may not be attached to me, but even I can feel how tight and wet you are. You want this, don't you?"
"Yes, please, yes, please, yes, please." Vanessa pleaded mindlessly.
"Good." Willow slid further in - she must have been only a third way in, but already it was the biggest thing Vanessa had ever taken. "I'm glad you feel that way. So, I want you to envision... a scale. It goes from one to ten. You can slide it around, or others can slide it around for you. Can you see it?"
"Mhmm..."
"That's your brain, sweetie," Willow pushed further in. Vanessa's mind slowly turned to mush. "And I'm going to show you how to play with it. You see, 10 is your baseline - you’re a smart girl, going to college and doing all your homework. But what if we turned it down to 9? It becomes a bit harder to think clearly, doesn’t it?”
Vanessa didn’t have to try to envision it. The way her body felt stuffed by the strap-on forced her to see it in her eyes.
        "I'm going to take that scale," Willow started, "and I'm going to use it to make you a dumb bimbo."
She slammed the strap on all the way into Vanessa's cunt. Vanessa gasped. She could almost see the scale moving down already. Willow mercilessly fucked her, giving her next to no time to adjust to the size. "So you see, plaything, everytime I -- or someone else -- says the word 'scale' followed by a number, that's where your intelligence is going to go. You can go from the smartest girl on Earth to the ditziest bimbo to ever exist. You can go from reciting long sentences like clockwork to giggling and stumbling over a simple catchphrase. Do you get it? 'Scale' number - do you feel my hand on it?"
Vanessa murmured and nodded. Her eyes teared up a bit from how roughly she was getting fucked. Willow gently slapped her ass.
"Scale 5."
Vanessa's eyes widened. Suddenly, she lost bearing of her surroundings. She didn't know what she was going, or where she was, but all she knew was that she was currently getting fucked hard. And she loved it. Vanessa giggled in between gasps and moans.
"Halfway there, aren't we, sweetheart?" Willow chuckled. Her speed and depth didn't stop at any point. "Try saying something, anything."
"I, um..." It was already hard enough to think while getting fucked by the largest object Vanessa ever took. Having to do it with half her intelligence was even worse. "I, like, love getting -- unf -- getting fucked by you..."
"That's it," Willow said cockily. "When your intelligence lowers, the only thing you can think about it sex. Pleasure. Service. Who cares about school or work when you could spend all day getting fucked stupid by me?"
Vanessa laughed like a ditz again. She didn't quite get what Willow was saying, but it didn't matter. It sounded hot. That's all that mattered to Vanessa.
"So let's take it down," Willow continued. "Scale 2."
Vanessa felt like a truck crashed into her. Her airheadedness turned from dumb to straight up idiotic. She maintained just a bit of her consciousness, but it was even harder to form a coherent thought let alone a sentence. All she could do was moan and beg for more - she couldn't even say more than 'yes, please' over and over again.
"Good, good," Willow smacked Vanessa's ass again, and she swore she could have came from that alone. "Let's take those last couple of bits of your brain away."
For a moment, Vanessa knew what was coming next.
"Scale 1."
Vanessa felt her last few brain cells fall dead. All of her mental energy was focused on the pleasure in her cunt, the way her clit twitched, and how her walls contorted around the massive strap.
She couldn't think about anything. She was a sex-obsessed bimbo. Vanessa had no need to know anything else. She laughed and giggled and moaned and groaned.
"You can't even talk anymore? That's okay," Willow petted her sore asscheek softly. "Scale 10."
Vanessa's head shot above the water. Suddenly, she could think again. Rationally, she knew this was a terrible idea - getting hypnofucked by a customer while on the job? She was going to get fired so hard. And yet, she couldn't stop.
"How do you feel?"
Willow slowed down. Vanessa hated that.
"I feel... really good," she murmured sleepily.
Willow slammed into her walls again, as if to punish her. Vanessa wasn't sure what she was being punished for, but it didn't matter.
"Your Miss - me, that is - is going to put a few more triggers in your poor head. So see, we've got scale-numbers. But I think you just need a good on-off switch too. Don't you think?"
Oh no.
Or rather, oh yes.
"That..." Vanessa hissed. "Sounds... really hot."
"Exactly. Ready?"
"Mhmm," Vanessa begged.
"Then," Willow inhaled, beginning to fuck Vanessa hard again. "Scale off."
Immediately, all of Vanessa's intelligence was ripped from her once again. She didn't care. Vanessa was having an excellent time, and more importantly, her Miss was having a good time. Who needed thoughts or smarts? Vanessa sure didn't. All she needed was her body and her sweet, tight cunt-
"Scale on."
Whatever part of her body Vanessa had left collapsed onto the bed. "I... fuck... that's... how do you..."
"Hypnosis, dear," Willow answered. "You don't need to know how it works. All you need to know is that it does. And the stupider you come, the hornier you get; and the hornier you come, the stupider you get. Every time I slam that scale down to the zero number, that's all you need to know. Stupid and horny. Hell, why stop there?"
Willow fucked Vanessa harder, faster than ever. "Every time I say 'gone', you're going to forget whatever stupid thing you were saying. Whatever was on your mind, now gone into the abyss, never to come back. And every time I ask you something and you get it wrong, you're going to feel that scale going down naturally. Losing IQ points. Who needs that shit when you've got a hot pussy and a nice rack? Not you, that's for sure. And one more important thing..."
Willow grabbed Vanessa's chin and held her face still.
"When you cum - when I stop fucking you - you're not going to remember a single moment of this. I'll have complete control over you."
"R...really?" Vanessa managed to ask.
"Yes." Willow slapped her ass harder than ever. "So, cum, slut."
~~
        Vanessa didn’t quite remember what happened in that hotel room, but before she knew it, evening had arrived. And she was now the guest of honor in Willow’s hypnokinky intelligence play class.
        All eyes ogled Vanessa, eager to see what Willow was going to do to her. What she could do to her. Vanessa waited in anticipation, too; after all, Willow had just told her she put some triggers in. Vanessa didn’t know what that meant. It didn’t matter, to be honest.
        Vanessa didn’t know there were others into erotic hypnosis, and she did not know there were so many people. There must have been at least 50 people in the room, if not much more. It hurt Vanessa’s head to count too high, though. She wondered why that was.
        Willow introduced her new subject to the audience, and gave Vanessa a bit of time to introduce herself too. Being a business admin student, she’d taken her fair amount of classes to combat stage fright. So this wasn’t the hard part.
        The hard part was getting used to the idea she was going to get fucked – mind and body – in front of all these people.
        “Me and Vanessa here did some play before this class, but she has a small problem. She can’t remember any of it! Can you, Vanessa?” Willow smirked down at her subject.
        Vanessa chuckled nervously. “I guess not. It’ll be a surprise for us all!”
        Vanessa’s eyes shifted to another dominant-looking lady in one of the seats. She couldn’t decide why, but this lady looked… hungrier than the rest. The lady idly played with her elegantly done dreadlocks as her eyes pierced Vanessa, her tongue licking her lips. Her brown eyes were locked on Vanessa, and somehow, she looked even more powerful than Willow. Not just because of her toned muscles on her curvy body. It was the smirk on her face. Vanessa could tell that kind of smile didn’t come with kind intentions.
        “Let’s start by getting her a bit disoriented, shall we?” Willow jolted Vanessa out of her thoughts. “Vanessa, dear, turn that scale down to Scale 9.”
        Vanessa blinked. Suddenly, fog began clogging her mind. Not too much, but enough to be noticeable. She… was in front of a class, right? And Vanessa thought it was a hypnosis class. At least, she was pretty sure of that. “Um… yeah, uh, so I’m Vanessa, it’s… real nice to meet you all, I s’pose.”
        The crowd gave a small - but degrading - moment of laughter. Vanessa blushed. She was only on Scale 9. She didn’t sound that stupid already, did she?
        “So as you can see, it’s gotten a little harder for her to think. She has 10 numbers, and you can guess what the lower numbers do,” Willow chuckled. Soft murmurs littered the crowd, all of them waiting in anticipation.
        “Why don’t we see her on, say…” Willow smirked. “Scale 4.”
        Vanessa felt her brain pop. She almost collapsed from the mental sensation. It didn’t feel bad, not in the slightest – in fact, it left Vanessa as a giggling, ditzy mess.
        “Plaything, dear, could you tell the crowd what five times five is?” Willow offered.
        “That’s, like, really easy! It’s, um…” Vanessa blinked. “Thirty… three?”
        The crowd laughed again. Much louder, this time. The woman Vanessa had her eyes on, too… her smirk grew wider and more sadistic. It was almost like she was planning something for her.
        Not that Vanessa could particularly understand that. Vanessa’s brain completely bimbofied, she couldn’t understand much of anything.
        “All the way down, now.” Even Vanessa knew what was coming next. “Scale 1.”
        And the last of her brain cells fell dormant.
        The questions came quick and fast. Vanessa would get asked the most simple of questions – whether it was where she worked and the name of her position, simple arithmetic or counting, or even her own damn name. And yet, no matter what the question was, Vanessa felt her mind strain as she tried to answer. Were she not so stupid, she would have recognized that she should know these answers. But she didn’t. Vanessa giggled every time the crowd burst into laughter – laughing at her, of course. It was the hottest thing she could ever imagine. Not that she could imagine much else.
        “And who here likes some good fractionation?” Willow asked the crowd, the folks exchanging excited murmurs. “So let’s all play a bit with the bimbo slut next to me. You know her trigger. One at a time…”
        Vanessa tilted her head. She didn’t know what was about to happen. For a moment, she figured it didn’t matter – until the first guest spoke up.
        “Scale 10.”
        If getting hit with a sudden lack of knowledge felt rough, the sudden onslaught of Vanessa’s intelligence returning felt like a truck slamming into her. She gasped as if coming up for air. “Wh–”
        Before she could ask a question, another guest interjected.
        “Scale 4!”
        Whatever question Vanessa was about to ask faded like a train riding into the fog. “Like, yeah, I’m just a stupid bimbo!” she shouted indecently. “I’m just here for your entertainment!”
        “I don’t think that’s a word a bimbo should know,” yet another audience member spoke. “Scale 1!”
        The next few triggers were a complete blur to Vanessa. Every time she felt smart again, within milliseconds, she was a stupid ditz again. Her head filled with mist that would get torn apart in an instant. She couldn’t keep track of it for the life of her. The audience contributions slowed down, coming to a halt as ‘scale 8’. Despite the relatively high number, Vanessa could barely think. She felt her brain melt out of her ears.
        “Let’s bring her back…” Willow started.
        Vanessa expected to return to normal. She expected wrong.
        “...to Scale 1.”
        And that was the last trigger, at least for then. Vanessa obviously was too stupid to object to that anyways.
        “Let’s try a few other things we can do with intelligence play, shall we?” Willow turned Vanessa’s head to reach hers. “Let me ask you, plaything… what do you know about particle physics?”
        “Um… oh, I know! Both of those words start with ‘p’! I think!” Vanessa said enthusiastically, as if that were some major scientific breakthrough.
        “Sure they do,” Willow chuckled. “Well, let me explain…”
        Of course, most of what Willow said next went through one ear, circumvented around Vanessa’s brain, and left out the other ear. But she did retain some things. Slowly, without the trigger, Vanessa could feel the scale moving up slowly. Scale 2, Scale 3, Scale 4, Scale 5…
        “Scale 1.”
        And whatever Vanessa learned completely disappeared. Willow clutched onto Vanessa’s chin.
        “What do you know about particle physics, plaything?”
        “Um… um…” Vanessa flushed. “Like, nothing. What’s that?”
        “Oh, nothing important, idiot.”
        The crowd laughed again. And then, someone stood up and slowly clapped. Vanessa and Willow snapped their heads over, and behind Vanessa, Willow scowled. The lady – the one that had her eyes locked on Vanessa the whole time – walked over, inviting herself onto the stage.
        “Aw, don’t be so cruel to her, Willow. It’s okay for her to be a stupid idiot,” the dominant looking woman started – somehow looking even more dominant than Willow. Her sultry, seductive voice only served to turn Vanessa on more. “After all, she has other skills at her disposal. Doesn’t she?”
        “...Right,” Willow forced a smile. “She does. Audience, this is one of my good friends, and well-renowned hypnotist in the scene, Violet!”
        Once Vanessa got a closer look at Violet – or rather, once Violet got a closer look at Vanessa – the subby ditzy plaything felt trapped like a rodent in a cage. Violet’s eyes laid on Vanessa even more possessively than Willow’s did. Violet didn’t look like she considered Vanessa prey, so much as she considered her an… experiment. Vanessa drooled. She couldn’t complain about now having two hot ladies stare down at her!
        “But you can go a bit further with her. Actually, I can go a bit further with her. For example… why don’t you look at my boobs?”
        Without a moment of hesitation, Violet unbuttoned her shirt and pulled her bra down. Her rack wasn’t nearly as enormous as Willow’s was, but that wasn’t a problem in the slightest. As usual, Vanessa obeyed, staring at the hot lady’s chest.
        “So whenever you see a set of tits out in the open, you just want to stare, don’t you? It doesn’t matter if they’re all the way out – even just a bit of cleavage will set you off. No matter what size, shape, skin tone, or firmness they are… you’re just going to stare like a indecent, slutty whore. Right?”
        “Yessss…” Vanessa droned. The trigger already worked – her eyes were dead locked on her tits. So much so that she couldn’t even avert her eyes. Even if she wanted to.
        “Slutty whore?” Willow scoffed competitively. “I was certain that the Queen Domme of Degradation could come up with better insults than that. She’s not a slutty whore – Vanessa is a debased, idiotic fleshlight who couldn’t think of a coherent sentence even at a 10.”
        “A fleshlight, hmm?” Violet smirked. Soon after, her pencil skirt came undone, revealing the strap-on she had already donned. “But I haven’t even used her yet. What good is a fleshlight I haven’t had the chance to use?”
        “Oh, trust me,” Willow smiled as she pulled out her own faux-cock. “She makes quite an excellent one. Why don’t you take her cunt and try?” Willow had yet to try stuffing her strap down Vanessa’s throat, after all.
        “Of course,” Violet smirked. “That’s okay with you, right, bimbo?”
        “Of course! Like, I’d totally– mmf!”
        Willow and Violet took her open mouth and consent as an invitation to refuse to wait another second. The crowd went wild as Willow and Violet spitroasted the dumb, ditzy fucktoy. Sooner rather than later, Vanessa’s holes were stuffed with cum lube, her clothes drenched, and her mind completely blank.
~~
        Vanessa curled up on the couch brought onto the stage. Violet and Willow on each of her sides, holding her tight, cuddling her and telling her just how well she did and how good she was. Vanessa smiled as she leaned her head into Willow and as Violet held her waist tight.
        She felt excellent. Not only did she finally get her fix of hypnokink in person, but it was the hottest thing she’d ever done. She got toyed with by two of the most well renowned hypnotists in the sphere – and in front of a massive crowd, too! After the scene, Violet and Willow both took excellent care of her, drying off the cumlube and giving her a new set of comfy clothes.
        Her mind still felt weak, but slowly recovered its strength. Vanessa figured it’d take a few days. After all, both hypnotists deeply broke her brain. And they only broke it more and more when Vanessa thought she was truly done for. She still couldn’t look at either of their boobs correctly. Ripping her eyes away was just too agonizing.
        “How are you feeling, plaything?” Violet asked, tracing her fingers around Vanessa’s waist. “I regret not getting to know you first, but you just looked too tantalizing.”
        “I feel great,” Vanessa smiled sleepily. “I… almost want to keep all the suggestions in.”
        “You do, dear?” Willow asked, trying to hide the devious smirk on her face.
        “Yeah. But… I suppose you have to take them out, do you?” Vanessa sighed. “I understand if you do, and appreciate–”
        “Well…”
        Only then did Vanessa notice that Willow and Violet were staring at each other, wide smirks on their faces. If Vanessa weren’t bimbofied then, she’d have assumed they were communicating telepathically – not that she’d know what those words meant. What were they thinking?
        “Well, why don’t we play a game, dear?” Violet started. “We’ll make a bet. If you try – and succeed – to resist one more induction for five minutes, you’ll get to choose if you want the triggers to stay or to get taken out. And I’ll give you a good five hundred dollars just to sweeten the deal.” 
That definitely did make the bet seem more tempting. That amount of money could cover some much needed textbooks…
        “But if you lose – and I have a vague feeling you will – the suggestions will stay for at least a week. And they’ll only stay longer if you want – but you’ll keep them in your head for at minimum seven days. How does that sound…”
Violet’s hands moved, sliding into Vanessa’s slack, open mouth. Vanessa closed her mouth and obediently sucked, staring into Violet’s eyes with a pleading expression.
“You stupid, slutty bimbo?”
“I think that’s an excellent idea, Violet,” Willow smirked. “What do you say, Vanessa? You want those triggers in your head, anyways, don’t you?”
        Vanessa stopped to think. She was still on school vacation for another week, so getting turned on in the middle of class wouldn’t particularly be an issue. Besides, Willow was correct. Vanessa did feel a pang in her heart thinking of letting the triggers go.
        “Yeah, I’ll play along,” Vanessa gave the best sultry smile she could manage. “Do your worst.”
        “Gladly. I won’t need my best to drop you, anyways.” Violet teased the trancey ditz as she pulled her tits out again. She grasped them firmly, dragging Vanessa into the depth of her cleavage. Obviously, Vanessa couldn’t turn her eyes away. Doubly so, with Willow suddenly grabbing her chin and holding it in place. Vanessa had no option but to stare blankly at Violet’s rack.
        Her choice and five hundred dollars, or a week of involuntary suggestions. Vanessa couldn’t decide which was more tempting. And that only made resisting harder. Vanessa didn’t even know if she wanted to resist.
        “See? You’re so easy. Easy to fuck, and easy to brainwash,” Violet chuckled. “I mean, look at you. You can feel your eyelids growing heavy and all the tension leaving your body. You know, it usually takes me much more to drag my subjects down. But you? I barely need to try. You may be new,  but you’re just a dumb trance slut.”
        Vanessa tried to stay awake. She really tried. But Violet was right – within seconds, she exhibited the basic signs of falling into trance. And within less than two minutes, a drop of Violet’s tits, and a particularly rough grope from Willow, Vanessa dropped her head. She fell.
        Violet smirked. “I knew you couldn’t resist me. So sorry, dear.”
        Violet lifted her fingers, counting to five, and snapping Vanessa awake. Vanessa’s first blinks were heavy, a hot blush crossing her face. A part of her knew she wouldn’t win – she didn’t even want to win, after all. But she didn’t think she would lose quite that easily.
        “I’d ask you how you feel,” Violet started, “but I think I know the answer already.”
        “Y-yeah,” Vanessa giggled. “I guess I really am a dumb hypnoslut, huh?”
        “You think?” Willow teased as she idly played with Vanessa’s hair. “Well, here’s my number, at least. Should you want anything else, never hesitate to call, dearie.”
        Willow gave Vanessa her number. Violet followed suit. They shared a few final minutes of cuddles, before giving Vanessa her clothes back and dismissing her. Vanessa skipped away. She didn’t care that her brain would be altered senseless for the next week. In fact, it was exactly what she wanted.
        Vanessa didn’t hear, but in the distance, Willow complimented Violet’s sense of humor. And then they pulled out their phones to text a few choice people about their new collective plaything.
~~
        When Vanessa came to work the next day, she still had a skip to her step. Her heart fluttered, her cunt tingling every time she even had a fleeting thought about the events of last night. She felt excellent. So excellent that it was quite difficult to concentrate on her work. She had to focus, though – she didn’t want her crappy manager to get pissed at her again.
        It only got harder, though.
        As Vanessa passed by a couple of hot lesbians, they looked at each other and giggled. And then one of them – a mean-looking lady with pink hair – leaned into Vanessa’s ear as she walked.
        “Scale 5.”
        Vanessa blinked, turning around but they were already gone. Leaving Vanessa with an airy sensation in her head. She giggled. What was she even, like, doing? Wasn’t she supposed to be a maid? God, she hoped someone would just kind of… bend her over and fuck her. That’d be much better than having to remember each and every cleaning protocol…
        Luckily, she believed her next room was the second to last. The do not disturb sign didn’t hang on the door, so she entered. And the guest in question must have forgotten.
        “Oh, what a pleasant surprise,” the guest spoke, whipping her neon blue hair aside. Her lips smiled – she must have noticed the vacant look in Vanessa’s eyes. “You were the subject in the class yesterday? I quite enjoyed watching you get fucked senseless.”
        “Um, yeah, it was like, super fun,” Vanessa giggled again. “Do you… umm… want me to do anything for you?” Her legs clenched together. Vanessa wasn’t trying to show what she really wanted, but the guest took the hint immediately.
        “Aww, you’re so slutty you forgot to even ask my name. It’s Myeong-hee, for what it’s worth.” Myeong-hee walked up to Vanessa and teasingly flicked her forehead. “How do you feel about that, slut? A random guest getting her hands on you at 10 in the morning?”
        “G-good,” Vanessa grinned. She didn’t quite rationalize what was going on, but her manager must have agreed that there was nothing wrong with a quick fuck from a guest.
        “Then…”
        Myeong-hee shoved Vanessa onto the bed and growled into her ear. “Scale 1.”
        The other half of Vanessa’s intelligence flew out the window. Milliseconds later, Vanessa was relegated to a self-degrading, bimbo slut. Where her only wish in life was to get fucked by the hot lady behind her.
        Vanessa heard some shuffling. Myeong-hee pulled her pants down and slid her rock-solid dick effortlessly into Vanessa’s cunt. The trans lady’s hips bucked hard and fast into Vanessa’s pussy, almost like she already had prepared for this encounter.
        “Tell me, plaything,” she started. “Do you really want to be a boring old hotel maid?”
        “W-what’s,” Vanessa gasped, “what’s a… h-hotel maid?”
        “You don’t need to worry. It’s not a profession for a ditzy slut like you.”
        “O-oh,” Vanessa moaned. “I guess no… P-please don’t stop!”
        Myeong-hee giggled. “I’m not stopping, slut. In fact… I need a personal fucktoy – oops, I mean maid – myself. So does my favorite trans lesbian club. How does that sound? It’ll sure pay better than whatever you’re doing now.”
        “Yes, yes, please! I want to do that!” Vanessa didn’t know what she was agreeing to, but it didn’t matter. It sounded hot, and it sounded like something she could get her mind and body fucked relentlessly at. That’s all she needed. Who cared about this stupid dumb hotel?
        “Then,” Myeong-hee stopped for a moment, leaving Vanessa whimpering. She held her phone out, the email app open with a login page. “You know your manager’s email, don’t you? Tell them you’re done with this job, effective immediately.”
        Vanessa obeyed. As she sent the email, Myeong-hee’s previously level speech turned feral as she came loads into Vanessa’s twitching cunt. The lady collapsed on top of the bimbofied Vanessa, stroking her tits gently.
        “Oh, you dumb slut,” she chuckled. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.”
~~
        A few days later, Vanessa moved into Myeong-hee’s residence, given an entirely new uniform to put on in front of her new owner. As a contrast to what she wore at the hotel, her new uniform barely covered any skin. The outfits for Vanessa’s services at the club were even sluttier.
        Vanessa twirled around, stopping her cleaning for a bit. She was never at Scale 10, anymore. The highest Myeong-hee would keep her at was Scale 7 for a semi-coherent conversation. Usually, she lingered at Scale 3 or 4.
        “How does this look, Mistress?” Vanessa grinned dopily.
        Myeong-hee examined her carefully, crossing a leg over the other. “Actually,” she stood up. “I’m going to fuck you in this outfit and give you a better one. Bend over.”
        “Okay, Mistress!” Vanessa pushed the bottom part of the uniform to the side, bending over and giving her Mistress free access to her holes.
        Of course, Myeong-hee filled Vanessa’s pussy to the brim within minutes. Then Vanessa got changed for her work at her party club, to get fucked over and over by the club attendees, and have each of her holes used repeatedly until she couldn’t think straight. Not that she could already.
        She couldn’t wait.