It gave her a delicious paranoia.

Once she agreed to it, every interaction with her Dom was potentially loaded. Every word and gesture and motion could be completely innocuous - or it could be part of a meticulously planned manipulation. Of course, there were obvious commands she followed- and clear hypnosis sessions where she knew something had changed. But- what most excited her about it was that all of the casual conversations about Pokemon and politics and day to day minutia could now have a secret hidden meanings. Easing her. Priming her. Making her more suggestible. Reinforcing ideas. Preparing her for changes she might not ever be able to notice once they happened. She imagined herself as clay- being shaped more and more each day into whatever they wanted her to be. A word here. A forgotten trigger there. A touch packed with hidden meaning. All of it for one purpose: Making her more and more theirs.