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.

*The mouse slowly moves to the sideways triangle before a single click initiates the video file. The black screen flickers to life and a cute girl, wearing a simple baggy shirt, can be seen sitting at a kitchen counter.*
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“Ok...” A male voice says from behind the camera. “And we’re rolling!”

​Sarah
 
 
“That’s it Sarah…” Josh whispered in my ear. “Just relax and let the words do their magic…”
 
A surprising type of heaviness crashed through my thoughts, scattering my awareness inwards as my surroundings faded away. 
 
I am Josh’s Hypno Slut…

Amy
  
After weeks of exploring what he could condition my mind to do while it was held prisoner inside my own body, Patrick’s genius and scientific curiosity soon found multiple ways to brainwash me. The most obvious of which was that he could force me to watch specific brainwashing media without worrying if my eyes were actually focusing on it because he could program my collar to force me. Then again, with the massive amounts of pleasure he could inject into my body, he didn’t really need me to watch or even listen to hypnotic audios.

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​As I crouched down and started to slowly gyrate my hips in a move that was meant to strengthen my body’s ability to fuck my owner in that same position, I find myself helplessly staring at the lifeless eyes looking back at me in the mirror. The combination of my tight latex outfit and my emotionless face gave me a robotic lifeless air that betrayed nothing of the deep pleasure I was experiencing. 
 
You might muse about why my surface features didn’t reflect my inner experience, and you would be right to wonder.
 
The answer is simple: I am a human puppet.

​As I leaned back on the wall, waiting for Ashley to come back with our drinks, I watched the penthouse party unfold and marveled. The fact that it was an all girl party didn’t surprise me because every tenant in my apartment complex were women. It was one of the reasons why I was attracted to this particular listing.
 
It certainly wasn’t because of the underlying tight knit community that thrive here…
 
I still wonder how I would have reacted to it if I would have been told about it before I actually joined. I probably wouldn’t have understood it as I do now and most likely, I would have passed this amazing place over and looked elsewhere. 
 

​“That’s it, little one...” he said, gently caressing my jaw line as he looked down into my eyes. “Deeper and deeper...”

His touch sent lazy waves of tingles washing down my skin and a puffy cloud of warmth in my mind. My world shrank a little more as the addictive numbness pulled me deeper into my own little hypnotic subspace of submission.

As I knelt there, half dressed and completely open to the man that had become the center of my universe, my body simmered with intoxicating pleasure. The arousal that coursed along my nerves was no longer under my conscious control. Session after session, he had methodically conditioned both my mind and body to react exactly like he wished.

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​My dreams were very probably erotic in nature because as the drowsiness slowly released my mind, I felt deliciously aroused. As my mind started to register my surroundings and I finally opened my eyes, I realized that it was morning.
 
I stared at the soft light pouring through the shades, stunned that I had somehow slept through the night. As I moved around, I noticed that although Josh was still in bed with me, he wasn’t holding me anymore so I sat up on the bed.
 
I looked at his sleeping face and marveled at how easily he had managed to claim me. 

​“Listen...” I said. “Just because I decided to come back home with you doesn’t mean I want to sleep with you. Got it?”
 
In truth, I wasn’t sure what he expected, but his smug expectant smile told me enough to nip his hopes in the bud.
 
“Oh really?” he said as his eyebrow lifted up ever so slightly. “Then why did you accept my invitation?”
 
I smiled.
 
“Because I want to know what the hell happened during your show.” I said, holding his gaze.
 
“Well if I’m not mistaken…” he said. “You volunteered to be my assistant. Don’t you remember that?”