I laid down heavily on my sofa, rubbing the bridge of my nose to massage away the tension that inevitably builds up at the end of a long day. Even as the mild waves of pain told me that a migraine might be inevitable, I still smiled as I replayed the hypnotic pleasure session I just completed with my submissive. Yet, as pleasurable as it had been for both of us, it still took its toll. I sighed heavily as I went through my usual post session checklist to make sure I had not forgotten anything important. It was a natural reflex for me and in truth, I didn’t know why I bothered. My Darling submissive was so well trained and experienced that any missteps I might have taken during her trance would be easily identified and addressed.
 
Be that as it may however, it wasn’t a good reason to slack off. So I pushed down the burgeoning pain and did my due diligence. 

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​“hhmmm...” I moaned. “Sophie’s technique is definitely improving...”
 
A chorus of giggles erupted as Becky continued to trace her fingers on my chest.
 
“Well I sure hope she’s improving!” Casey said. “You HAVE been favoring her lips a lot recently.”

​Having half of my debt erased wasn't the reason I decided to sell my time to the Master of the Mansion. The papers I signed contracted me to work at his estate under some very interesting conditions. Conditions I completely embraced and admittedly hoped for. Sure, my debts were important and somewhat crippling, but I knew I could feasibly pay them off. Eventually... 
 
The real reason I sought out the Mansion and its Master was because of the rumors that hinted they used very unorthodox ways to train the contractees in their assigned roles. Those rumors, I'm happy to say, were not just idle gossip. They were very real.

Whenever I place her in her trance, she always ends up with the hint of a knowing smirk. A light curve of her lip that seems to be a smile, yet isn’t quite formed.

As if she knows all about what I’ve been doing to her mind these past few weeks and can’t help but feel...

Happy...

I’d like to say that I’ve ‘helped that feeling’ along in her multiple sessions, but the truth of the matter is that I haven’t. Not in so many words. I’ve made her feel good, safe and happy while she is in a trance, but I’ve never told her that she ‘loves to be in a trance for me’ or that she is addicted to my sessions.

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​Melanie.
   
Ever since I had my little talk with Luna and established our unique link, it feels like my life has become a dream. An incredibly erotic dream!
 
I’m not sure what amazed me the most! I mean… Getting an implant, or nanobots as I came to call them, that basically gives you a form of telepathy was astonishing! But then again, having an in depth conversation about sexual ownership with and AI was also unbelievable on its own merits. 

​“Enjoy another sip, Honey.” I said.
 
“Yes... Of... Course...” she said flatly. 
 
I admired the way she slowly lifted her glass to her perfect lips. Watched with deep satisfaction as she took a delicate sip, never letting her eyes focus on anything, before she let her hand go back down.

​I still couldn’t believe I managed to get myself a ticket to come to this resort. Of course, I knew that it had a heavy 'robotic' theme and I was ok with that. Well... Maybe more than ok with that...
 
Hell, if this resort was half as good as what the website promised it would be, then I had just stepped into one of my wildest fantasies! I wasn’t disappointed once I finally got here and saw how serious everybody acted regarding the 'bot' personas...
 
It made me wonder if the rumors online were actually true. 

​​Everything was prime and ready for my special experiment. It had taken me a long time and an enormous amount of research, but I had finally isolated my unique swimmers and created a suspension in which they could survive.
 
After concentrating their numbers, I was confident that the effects would be dramatically accelerated. Especially if I injected them directly into a woman’s bloodstream. Sure, her body’s natural defenses would react to the sudden intruders and try to fight back, but since small doses apparently worked fine over time, I figured that at least 80 to 90% of my swimmers would reach and ‘fertilize’ the brain.