Month: March 2018

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Master was so generous to her. She knew he could fuck every last thought away–he’d done it before, fucked her mind and her body until she was completely blank, totally empty, a mindless and obedient slave to his will. But he wasn’t doing that, not this time. He was going to leave her with a single thought, a thought that would be all hers. A thought she could think over and over again in the foggy bliss of pure surrender to his will.

She didn’t have many thoughts of her own anymore. Not since the day she gave herself to Master. The day he put her collar on, he told her that he would use her mind as his plaything, sculpt it and shape it with hypnosis and sex until she thought only what she was told to think. Until she accepted every last bit of her conditioning and replaced all of her thoughts with Master’s thoughts. She still squirmed every time she thought about it.

But before he could fill her up with his thoughts, he had to empty out all of hers. That was when the training started, the wonderful and blissful conditioning to go empty for Master. Night after night of staring captivated into his eyes as he slid into her, night after night of listening to his smooth, gentle voice as he explained to her that his words fucked her mind just like his cock fucked her body. Every thrust in filling her up with pleasure, every thrust out making her brain more and more empty. Until the only thing in her pretty little head was pleasure. And obedience was pleasure to her now.

She was so good at being empty now. Master’s cock fucked her thoughts away so fast, melted her mind into blank and sleepy bliss with the very first thrust and then kept pounding her deeper and deeper into realms of mindless obedience she never even imagined when he first began training her. She lost track of her very sense of self during those sessions, losing all the barriers between her mind and Master’s words, between her pleasure and Master’s will. That was when he told her that she was ready to earn a thought of her very own.

And today was the day. Today was the day she was allowed to think her one thought, her special thought, the whole time Master was fucking the rest of her thoughts out of existence. Today she would hear that thought over and over in her own mind, in her own voice, until it became a part of her. Master had even promised her that there would be others, once she accepted her new special thought so completely that she knew it to be absolutely true, all the time. She couldn’t wait.

She stared up at Master, her eyes rolling back in her head with the effort of keeping them open. She felt her mind popping like a soap bubble as his cock slid inside her. She knew she was ready for her thought… and then she heard it. And as soon as she heard it, she began to think it on a perfect, endless loop of ecstasy.

“Slave loves to think Master’s thoughts,” Master said. And of course, it was true.

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