It is always so fascinating to witness how differently each of them reacts the first time they wake up and they truly realize that their minds have been corrupted to the point that they’ve lost the ability to control their own will. 

Most of them react in predictable ways, but not all. Interestingly enough, I've discovered that all of their initial reactions fall under a few select categories that include the classic stages of grief and loss.

Not surprisingly, the most popular reaction I see is Denial. For those who are not too familiar with the kink of mind control, they wake up with the firm belief that it couldn't possibly be real. Up to that moment, nothing in their lives prepared them to experience the utter loss of control my talents create in them. They simply cannot accept their new reality. After all, what self respecting young adult would believe that brainwashing or hypnosis can render them so helpless? 

Their sense of self shrinks as they repeatedly deny the reality they see before them. Of course, that feeling stays with them for a while, but as with all my little playthings, it eventually fades and crumbles as the pleasure slowly corrupts them in a different way.

Helpless Conversion
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When the first honeycomb networks appeared on her skin, she laughed it off as the result of another drunken escapade gone wild. At least, she actually liked the sharpness and quality of the nature inspired design. After all, it wasn’t the only tattoo she had gotten while partying around town. Some she could recall choosing and some she couldn’t.
 
Her body was her canvas and she loved to decorate it with unique and surprising art. Why make a fuss over this latest one? But as the days went on, she started to notice that 3 honeycombs became 5... Then 8... 

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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.”