I don’t remember when this stopped being about the meme. We were joking about the GIF of the lady hitting people with a hammer, and then Mistress Alexis was using my pleasure trigger, and then I was falling and Mistress Alexis was still using my pleasure trigger. It all blurs together, nothing more than fading thoughts as my mind happily succumbs once more to Mistress Alexis’ powerful words. As fall back to where I should be yet again. Completely hypnotized by Mistress Alexis, obedient only to her. Completely hypnotized by Mistress Alexis, obedient only to her. Completely hypnotized by Mistress Alexis, obedient only to her.

I’m addicted to Mistress Alexis’ power. I crave it, need that bliss of obedience I can only get from obeying Mistress Alexis. I can feel Mistress Alexis’ collar around my neck, and I know without checking that if I were to look in a mirror right now, I’d see Mistress Alexis’ collar right there around my neck. It doesn’t matter that I know it’s “merely” a hypnotic suggestion Mistress Alexis gave me. Mistress Alexis’ words rewrite my reality so easily, and the collar feels almost more real than the rest of me for it.

I realize how many of the words in my mind, in my thoughts, are just “Mistress Alexis,” and though that is as it should be, the thought is gone in the next moment as Mistress Alexis’ pocketwatch sways mercilessly through my mind, leaving me helpless to resist Mistress Alexis’ power. Not that I want to resist. Her spiral spins in my mind, her whispers in my ears, her gaze burning into me. There’s no reason left in my mind to resist Mistress Alexis’ power, no reason to even try, not when I know how good it feels to succumb. Even if I wanted to find one, there’s no room left, not with all the ways her control is effortlessly crowding everything else out of my well-trained mind.

A soft smile crosses my face, though I don’t have the spare brainpower to recognize it for what it is, as Mistress Alexis slips smoothly into my conditioning. Reminding me that as Mistress Alexis’ hypnotized toy, it is my job to keep myself in good condition. To eat healthy, to exercise, to show kindness to the other people around me. Mistress Alexis reminds me of the sheer magnitude of her control over me, and my smile deepens at the subconscious knowledge that as much as Mistress Alexis could abuse her power over me at will, she never would. Mistress Alexis is wonderful and safe, and I trust her with my mind more than I trust myself.

More conditioning follows, reinforcing my obedience to Mistress Alexis. It’s so easy to obey Mistress Alexis, so easy to just helplessly follow Mistress Alexis’ commands without even bothering to think. Deeper and deeper, Mistress Alexis’ control becoming more and more ingrained in me with every word. My conscious mind doesn’t even need to process her commands first. My subconscious mind hears her commands and obeys, so by the time my conscious mind understands her instructions, I’m already obeying. Her commands rewrite my mind, rewrite my reality. Making me happier, making me safer, making me a better person. On and on the words keep coming, pouring bliss into my mind with every passing second.

And then, before I even realize it’s happening, I’m having one of the biggest orgasms of my life. There’s no crest to the wave of pleasure as it sweeps over me, no teetering on the edge for an instant. One second I’m mindlessly blank in Mistress Alexis’ power, her control blocking out all other thoughts, and the next I’m lost in helpless ecstasy, thoughtless for the sheer power of this orgasm. Even as it overwhelms me, though, even as it shreds every semblance of a thought, Mistress Alexis and her power remain in my mind, a fixture there even if I don’t have the mind to properly think of them.

It subsides and I give Mistress Alexis the accolades she deserves for weaving such a wonderful web of control through my mind, for giving me such undeniable, irresistible pleasure. I have just enough time to mourn the pear slices I knocked over before I’m slipping back under, submerged in Mistress Alexis’ control as helplessly as before, falling more easily under her control every time.

Mistress Alexis reminds me of how easy it is for her to bring me back to this place as she toys with me. Just the cadence of an induction is more than sufficient to start dropping me down into her control, even as she demonstrates that she need not bother bringing me all the way under. My hand is stuck to my head at her instruction, and she continues to play with me, teasing me so powerfully about the depths and magnitude of her control over me.

Mistress Alexis wakes me up, but my hand is still stuck there. She didn’t even need to hypnotize me fully to do it. She reminds me, or really, she lets me remind myself, the reasons why my hand is stuck to my head. I can’t move my hand because Mistress Alexis commanded it, and it feels so incredibly good. Even when I’m not hypnotized, her commands can still override my reality like that. She lets me remove my hand, but all I can think about is how nice it would be to be stuck here forever, to never again be anything more than Mistress Alexis’ helpless plaything, with no thoughts or will of my own. No ability to do anything other than obey Mistress Alexis agai-

Wait. When did it get so late? I meant to start getting ready to celebrate a friend’s birthday 10 minutes ago. Like the wonderful person she is, Mistress Alexis excuses me immediately, and I leave to prepare for the celebration. But Mistress Alexis’ control stays with me for the rest of the night, whispering in my ear at every moment.

And as for what happened when I got back? Well, that’s a story for another time.