Trained
Added 2022-05-06 10:37:26 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist reminisces about your obedience.
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“Oh, sweetie, have you noticed the changes? Can you even remember?” You looked up at your hypnotist, puzzled. They laughed. “I don’t even have to ask anymore. You just come and kneel for me, ready to obey.” They brushed a hand through your hair. “So well-conditioned.”
You glowed at the praise. “Thank you.” You said, automatically. You did mean it, but the words were an automatic response.
They laughed once more. “Yes, I remember when you first came to me. You didn’t understand what your obedience meant. You were willing, but untrained.”
You remembered too. How you had to be taught. How your mind had to be opened, moulded. You remembered struggling, not understanding why some commands came. You knew now. It was about showing that you would obey. Not because of a benefit. The benefit was the training.
Your hypnotist’s smile was wonderful to see. “I’m glad you came to me. You were so unfocused. Meandering. Now look at you. So well trained for me. So sweet, so brainwashed. You’ve done so well. I’m proud of you.” They beckoned to you. “Now, come here. I have need of you, toy.”
