Yawning and stretching, Hailee sat up in bed, letting the duvet fall away from her naked body. She brushed the hair out of her eyes and placed her hands flat on the mattress either side of her, propping herself up. A smile spread across her face as she recalled the events of the previous night.

Hailee had always been a huge slut for hypnosis, dominance and humiliation, so it was thrilling for her to meet a man who could fulfil those needs. They’d been dating for three months now, and during that time she’d had some of the most exciting nights ever, in which her Master had twisted her mind and abused her body in incredible ways.

Last night, he’d fixated her with his hypnotic stare, draining her thoughts and free will until she was nothing but a vacant slave. He’d made her forget how to walk so she had to crawl everywhere, with the resultant feelings of being a pet only increasing when he clipped a leash to her collar. He’d written ‘FUCKTOY’ on her chest with a permanent marker and convinced her that it was her name; he’d spanked her tits and ass until they were bright red; and he’d made her think she was wearing a ring gag, holding her jaw open while he fucked her face. Finally, he’d made her lie on the floor in front of her couch and fuck herself with a long, thick carrot, while he rested his feet against her neck and on her ample boobs, using her as a footstool as he watched TV. He occasionally pressed down on her throat, gently at first but firmer each time, making it increasingly difficult for her to breathe as she continued to masturbate with a root vegetable.

Her ability to orgasm was locked by Master’s hypnotic control for much of the night, but he allowed her to cum once while she was lying on the floor... after which he let her work herself back up to the edge again, only to call a halt to the night, forcing her to go to bed horny and frustrated. But first, he had put her back into trance and removed all her triggers - except for one. Before he left for the night, he told her that he’d left her with a single suggestion that would take effect throughout the next day. He did this from time to time, implanting an idea or a trigger that would continue to work on her even when he wasn’t there. It turned her on madly to think that she was still under his power, hours or even days after seeing him.

As she slid out of bed, she tried to pay as much attention to her own actions and behaviour, and to her surroundings, as possible. She wanted to try to figure out what the post-hypnotic suggestion was. It was a fun little game she and Master liked to play, to see if she could guess what he’d done to her. In all the times he’d done this, she’d never once succeeded - which would usually result in Master devising a fun, humiliating punishment for her. Last time, after she’d failed to notice that she’d used her panties as a hair tie instead of wearing them properly, he’d made it so that she had to say “I’m a dumb little hypno-bitch” at the end of every sentence.

But she was determined that today would be the day. Today, she was going to figure out the suggestion. If she did, she got a reward of her own choosing. She already knew what she wanted it to be - once, he’d given her a suggestion that she could make herself orgasm instantly if she said “I’m a good submissive girl” three times. She’d done that over and over again until she lost count.

Approaching her makeup desk, Hailee glanced in the mirror and giggled at the sight of the faded writing on her chest. She considered the clothing and accessories laid out the night before, trying to decide which would be the most sensible order to put them on. She put on her coffee-coloured bra first, hung her silver heart-shaped pendant around her neck, and clipped a plastic clothespin on each nipple, with the bra cups holding them in place. Letting out a little gasp each time, she nodded to herself - it had been the right idea to put the bra on first, rather than after the pegs. They might have been dislodged if she’d done it that way around.

As she picked up a third peg and a pair of black lacy panties, she thought back over the last couple of minutes, analysing her actions and whether there was anything strange or unusual about them. Nothing stood out. But she must have been doing or saying something - Master had said there was a suggestion. He wouldn’t have lied... would he? She blushed and smiled, realising that he absolutely might have lied to mess with her. But no, he wouldn’t find lying about a post-hypnotic suggestion anywhere near as fun as actually giving her one.

I’ll just have to keep thinking and paying close attention, the best I can, she told herself. Then she brought the third clothespin between her legs and clipped her pussy lips together, whimpering loudly as she did. She’d aligned the peg so that it was pinching her entrance from above, meaning that the cold plastic was resting against her slit, rather than sticking out like a small pointy penis. This way it would fit in her underwear, and it would be slightly - but only slightly - easier to walk. It might work itself loose and fall off at some point during the day, but she’d just have to clip it back on.

Hailee slipped her panties on, and then fetched her white blouse, grey trousers, and matching grey blazer from her closet. Dressing in the smart, professional clothes, she sat down in the chair in front of her makeup table, wincing at the pain from her nether regions but managing to ignore it. Applying makeup and eyeliner, she soon stood again, studying her appearance in the mirror, trying to spot whether there was anything unusual she’d done with her appearance, starting with her dark brown hair, which hung loose down her shoulders (so, no underwear tied in there this time, thankfully). Nothing abnormal or different about the way she looked, or the way she’d dressed. Even the ‘FUCKTOY’ written above her breast was covered by her blouse. She continued thinking furiously as she called Uber and arranged to be taken to the office where she worked.

Shaking her head, she finally admitted defeat - she had no idea what the post-hypnotic suggestion was. “You win again, Master,” she sighed. She’d just have to accept whatever punishment awaited her. As she hobbled out of her room, biting her lip in a bid to ignore the pain in her cunt and nipples, she allowed herself a naughty smile as she considered what Master might do to humiliate her for losing their little game. Of course, for her, punishment was a reward of its own kind.