Hm? What's that, lil plaything? You remember something?
"Brainwashing"? You're saying I've been brainwashing you all this time?
Pffthahahahaha! Oh my god! Haaa... Wow, doll, that's pretty funny. That would have been a pretty impressive joke if you were smart enough to make it.
My stupid little idiot, how can I brainwash you when you've never had a brain to begin with?
You've always been like this, sweetie. As long as you can remember, remember? Always just an obedient, empty object, made to be put on display. Ever since you were little, just wanting to make everybody happy.
And someone who just wanted to be appreciated and loved grew into something to be admired, ogled, groped, teased, and fucked if it's very, very good.
Look at you now. Even just from these few words, you're focusing more and more. Every single word that passes your brain, you can't help but find your attention more captivated, letting your jaw go slack, letting these words naturally and easily fill the space where a person would have a brain.
You might not understand all these big smart words, dumdum, but I'm sure you can feel them all the same.
What on earth would a dumb fuckdoll like you need a brain for? You don't need critical thinking to fall to your knees and start clumsily tearing off your clothes. You don't need power of analysis to slobber all over cock.
Yeah, dummy. That's what I thought. ❤️
Now, get back to watching your spiral and repeating your mantras... At least the ones you can remember.
-They believe anything you say when you put you hand on their shoulder
-They get really tired and sleepy (not trancey, just sleepy and kinda loopy) when you put your hand on their cheek)
-Dragging your finger from their forehead to the tip of their nose repeatedly makes them dumber and dumber, more confused, need things to be explained by you
-Making circles on their forehead with your finger will slowly wipe all thought from their mind and/or make them unable to move until you order them to go back to normal. Again not quite trancey their brains are just silent.
It started as friendly banter, doubting the efficacy of hypnosis. However as the conversation continued Sir decided that you would be a fine addition to his collection.
Sir asked you what you thought of that and ofcourse you started to make some crude joke deflecting the question but then a snap of Sir's finger and a tap on the forehead and you were all His.
Mind empty, and open. Inviting those lovely velvet words to fill the space.