The Music Plays on in her Mind Ch. 09

Trance Advisory: This chapter has a strong suggestion to forget a lot of things. It might make you start to question whether your blank obedient self has been pimped out and used already then forgotten about it.

Chapter 9: Acceptance

When Crystal woke up, she was sitting in the living room again, with the Trials and Trances game box open on the coffee table. Her plan was coming along, quite well indeed. Her subjects seemed to be enjoying her game immensely and willing to go along with all the rules.

In their last session, Crystal actually tricked Domme into resisting one of the powerful triggers from the school for blank obedient sluts. Now it was time for phase two: Bimbofication.

"That's not right," Crystal must have thought, followed up almost certainly by a thought like this. "We only agreed to play once every three days. What happened to the days in betw-... forgetful sluts forget why they forget. Oh right! It's time to play Trials and Trances."

The obedient slut could tell that something was amiss. She knew that she must have completely blanked out multiple days of Domme conditioning her subconscious mind to obey and forget on command.

Domme on the other hand, remembered every lustful detail. She will never forget the day that Crystal finally gave in and begged to be a blank obedient slut. The cunning and compellingly dominant hypnotist had been building towards this suggestion for many days and countless hours of forgotten blank obedient brainwashing. Now it was time to savor every juicy moment of Crystal's surrender.

"Hey Domme," Crystal began, blushing with hypnotically enhanced embarrassment. "I've been thinking about this for a while now and, well, fantasizing about it if we're really being honest here. Oh fuck, why is this so hard to admit? It's just, you've done so much for us, and always make me feel so blank and happy, and I want to give back to you. The point is. I guess I'm trying to say that. I want you to. Please Domme. Please pimp me out. Please let me be a blank obedient slut to help pay the bills."

"I don't know," Domme manipulated her slut, with a little denial. "It's just that, with me in complete hypnotic control of your mind, well it hardly seems fair to you, and like, I need to make absolutely sure that this is something you truly want deep inside."

"Please Domme please," Crystal followed a strong compulsion to beg. "I need it so bad. I'm begging you please. I promise to be a good slut and do anything you ask, if you just please pimp me out like a blank obedient slut. I'll let you choose whoever you want to be my Master. Please Domme, I'll even forget all about it like a forgetful slut for you. Just please Domme please let me be your brainwashed prostitute."

Those words got Domme rock hard, but she could not fuck her obedient slut right now. She would have to wait in line, behind the men who had already replied to her newest ad on the secret obedient slut finder website.

"These obedient sluts have been brainwashed to obey and trained to sensually serve in whatever ways you desire. $100 gets you an hour with the slut of your choice or $200 for all three at once."

"Okay slut," Domme agreed, after getting her fill of the needy way that Crystal begged and pleaded obediently. "But first you need to audition. Show me what a good slut you can be. My friend John is coming over soon, and your obedient mind will automatically recognize him as your Master. He's even going to leave $100 dollars on the bedside table to show you what it really feels like to be a whore. If you can do all of that for me, and forget about it like a forgetful slut obediently, then maybe just maybe I'll pimp you out the way you crave."

Crystal whimpered, then Domme made her crawl to the bedroom and select some slutty lingerie from the closet. She settled on a silky purple top with a spiraling black lace trim, plus a matching pair of panties and nothing else. Then she eagerly waited on the bed for John.

The forgetful slut was ready to obey when Master entered into the room, and she was ready to forget exactly why she would forgot to remember at all if she tried to recall the things the forgetful slut forgot to remember forgetting about.

Domme remembered it well enough. She remembers laying down on the couch, listening in from the next room. The horny slut couldn't help but touch and fantasize about laying there in Crystals position.

John was an older gentleman, with patchy grey hair and wrinkly skin that must have seemed to glow with an almost mesmerizing aura of compulsory obedience. He was Master, and just looking at him made the forgetful slut feel so aroused at the thought of doing anything he asked.

"Hi there slut," He said in a wheezy voice that must have sounded like an erotic daydream of total hypnotic control. "Don't be shy. Crawl over here and let me squeeze them titties."

the brainwashed slut could only obey.

"OOOoooohhh yessss," The forgetful slut let out a loud moan as if every touch from Master feels like a lustful reminder of why blank obedient sluts love to obey.

Domme let her hands reach up to those tender mounds of flesh and start to pinch and squeeze, just wanting to be the forgetful slut getting teased and used however Master pleased in the next room.

"Oh fuck yes," The forgetful slut moaned on in a needy whimpering voice "MMMM, that feels so good, oh yes, oh yes please yes. oh yes, oh anything for you oh yes please Mastoumphf."

The needy moans were muffled by the slurping sound of a forgetful slut, mouth THRUST so full of cock that she needed to worship and please.

Domme couldn't help but take 2 fingers and slide them up between those slutty lips at the thought of how the forgetful slut must feel in there. Forgetting and getting a mouth THRUST full of Masters cock makes blank obedient good slut thoughts, about how every taste and every throb and every inch of Masters cock sends waves of pleasure and blank obedient bliss through blissed out blank and empty heads of every good forgetful slut.

"Good slut," John said "take it. just like that. oh fuck yeah you little fuckdoll. Take it and let me fuck that needy throat."

The forgetful slut could only moan and gag upon that cock, mind overwhelmed by the lustful way that it went in and out and filled the forgetful slut so good, like a desperately horny needy mouth THRUST full of the big hard throbbing thought of blank obedient surrender.

"Very good slut," John said, still pumping in and out of his horny fuckdoll's facefuck hole. "You're a real good cocksucking whore. Now bend over and show me that ass."

Domme could hear it all. The horny slut began to rub and stroke below where growing arousal was stiffening into lustful desires that could no longer be ignored. She heard the forgetful slut forgetting about getting her ass THRUST full of Masters cock. It feels so good, she knew, to get fucked and filled by cock that makes you forget and get horny to obey like a well programmed vacant fucktoy slut.

"Mmmm that's good," John was really getting into his role as Master and really getting into that horny ass. "Take it. take it up your needy whore ass. such a good slut."

THRUST after THRUST he pounded the forgetful slut, filling that eager slut so good with horny desperate need to obey. The brainwashed slut could feel that throbbing passionate lustful need to be an obedient fuckdoll growing stronger every time those needy fuckholes get filled this way.

Domme listened in all the while, lustfully edging her thoughts into blank and needy obedience, to the sound of her new brainwashed fuckpet getting whored out for the first time. She was so aroused to have finally broken Crystal's mind to this point that she almost forgot to cover up when John departed.

He gave her a wink and blew a kiss on the way out the front door.

She didn't know that he knew that she didn't remember why she had let herself forget about how her own forgetful slut body and mind had already been pimped out and fucked into good slut forgetfulness by John too.

Two minutes later, on cue, Crystal walked out of the room and handed over the money.

"Very good slut," Domme's words rewarded her blank obedient slut. "Now obey my command:: forget why you let yourself always remember to believe that you forgot that you have already been forgetting why you forgot about getting pimped out by me, as a blank obedient slut."

The horny slut spent two whole days as a brainwashed whore before obediently forgetting that she had ever even begged for it in the first place. Domme made her forget everything, every last little detail, every single time, like a good forgetful slut, remembering only the overwhelming need to be brainwashed into a blank obedient slut who fucks and forgets about it like a deeply conditioned whore.

Her obedient sluts spent almost every hour of those lustful days entranced.

It was easy to do. With a few pairs of headphones and a series of powerful hypnotic recordings, looping for hours and hours on repeat. Domme's sultry voice whispered seductive secrets that flowed directly into the subconscious, irresistible compulsions about how good it feels to obey and forget.

The crafty dominatrix focused hard on making Crystal forget about needing to wake up ever again.

Yet somehow, Crystal's mind insistently woke up right on time to play her game. She was broken and defeated, unconditionally conditioned to desire blank obedient surrender. Still, a part of her continued to fight back in clever ways during brief windows of opportunity that her trancy game afforded.

There was something new today, two extra faces at the table.

Crystal vaguely remembered it now. She did indeed agree to Domme's suggestions, to let a couple friends join in the game.

"Don't think about it," she cautioned herself, realizing that trying to remember would only make the forgetful slut drop right back down into trance again and forget about it obediently. "Focus on the things you can remember. Wait. What can I remember?! Who even am I? And where are w-... Forgetful sluts forget why they forget."

Crystal went hazy eyed again and woke up moments later, still trying to figure out exactly what she could remember without forgetting and getting pulled blissfully back down into thoughtless trance again.

"Oh, I'm Crystal, duh. " She recalled, believing it to have been her only question. "But what else? I remember the last time we played this game. We had a really good time making superheroes together. Does that mean that these people are my frien-... forgetful sluts forget why they forget."

Crystal's hazy foggy mind obeyed a compulsion to drop deep into blankly forgotten trance again, forgetting that she'd even asked any questions about the things that she forgot that she couldn't remember forgetting in the first place. The forgetful slut was still aware of her predicament, aware of the passage of time, and the fact that her forgetful mind would only get foggier with each and every attempt to remember more.

"There's something very important about this game though. What is it?!" She struggled, in a desperate attempt to divine more information from her deeply brainwashed mind.

"I made this game," she remembered easily enough. "I agreed to let Domme erase my memory if she played it with me. Does that mean that she is brainwashing me into a blank obedient slut. Oh gosh. That's so fucking hot. Stay focused Crystal. This game may well be your only chance to fight for control of your mind. But do I even want to win-... Forgetful sluts forget why they forget"

Five people stared expectantly at Crystal, waiting to see if she would finally wake up and begin the game. They had all just witnessed the forgetful slut drop in and out of trance four times in the last three minutes. Every time it seemed like her mind was finally thinking clearly again, she would go blank faced and drop even deeper into trance. They patiently waited for her to wake up completely from her blank and thoughtless slumber.

It's important for you to understand that Domme had spoken thoroughly with Misty during the forgotten days. They talked about the game and the effect it might be having on Domme's mind. More importantly, they discussed progress wiping Crystal's memory. Domme warned that Crystal's past, whilst fading rapidly, was not yet fully suppressed but soon would be.

That's why Misty and Surly put on just a little disguise and used fake names to appear as different people. The shift was subtle, designed to test whether the hypnotized sluts would obediently forget even if they accidentally remembered any of their time at the school for blank obedient sluts.

"Hi there, I'm Jen," Misty introduced herself as an alias. "And this is toy."

Jen was one of Misty's favorite Aliases. She was gigglier than Misty, more upbeat and friendly, with a lot more pink in her outfit and accessories. Her voice was sweeter and she bounced disarmingly, every single time that she giggled that happy horny ditzy giggle of hers.

Surly was equally pleased to play the role of toy, because he got to obey and be played with.

"There's something familiar about you," Crystal thought to herself as she stared at the forgotten faces of Misty and Surly. "Where do I know you fro-... forgetful sluts forget why they forget."

"Good to meet you Jen, and toy," Crystal said, waving hello. The forgetful slut could not remember why she let herself forget that Jen is Misty in disguise.

"Dominique told us all about your little game," Jen explained with a jiggly giggle and a wink. "It like, totally sounds so fun! I have this awesome character picked out. Get this! She's a vampire dominatrix who controls people by covering them in puppet goo and then pulling on them like invisible strings. Her power actually came from an ex lover who controlled her by bewitching her blood to obedience. He changed her on a cellular level so that he could telepathically control every single blood cell in her body. She was helpless against him for years and then one day she learned how to control it with sheer force of will."

"ooooooh, damn!" Ell exclaimed.

"I'm one of the Mistress's obedient puppets," toy chimed in. "I agreed to be permanently clad in puppet goo so that Mistress can take control of my willing body any time she wishes. She has three other obedient puppets who have agreed to faithfully serve. We eagerly gave up our identities to become her faceless puppets, but we do have names and skills. I am Manny Quinn, chemist and material science specialist who modifies Mistress' puppet goo to give it whatever properties she requires. Tonight for example, I've made it fireproof."

The two of them, Jen and toy, both held out their hands and shook something. Um, sorry, it's just that I feel like a forgetful slut, and I can't quite seem to remember what it is they did.

Click clack clatter clack click. Whatever it was, they did it good, I think, because Crystal agreed that Mistress Crimson impressively escaped, and that the outfits tonight would be mostly immune to fire.

"So um, how does Mistress Crimson meet up with Sultry Girl?" Crystal asked the room. She held out her hand and panned it across the table, to indicate anyone was welcome to step forward with the explanation.

"You silly heads," Jen excitedly said. "She's already met Sultry Girl."

"She has?" Crystal asked, confused. Two other sluts echoed the question.

"Of course." Jen reassured them. "Even a forgetful slut like you can remember the lady in crimson at the hypnotic kink party in the dungeon. She walked in just before Blair hypnotized Martha with those coral earrings of lust. Don't you remember?"

Crystal couldn't remember. Her mind was feeling kind of hazy. Jen wasn't here last time though, so how could-

The forgetful slut could not remember why she had forgotten that she couldn't quite think that question out completely to its conclusion.

Domme and Hue were nodding along. Their memories shifted in an instant to align with the reality Jen compellingly presented to their blank obedient minds.

Crystal knew that Jen was doing something, but she could not remember what or why. There was a twinkle in those deeply pink shadowed eyes, as if her entire attire was just a disguise, complete with a carefree bouncy bimbo attitude to hide some sinister Master plan.

What was she planning though? The obedient slut had no choice, except to go along with it for now.

"If I recall correctly," Domme cut in. "Sultry Girl doesn't know that you are Mistress Crimson yet. So I guess that ball is in your court. In the meantime, I think that Sultry Girl and Lustry Lass are going to open a super hero business together, right out of Blair's apartment."

"What?!" Hue asked, uncertain how to feel about the way that Domme had just asserted what Hue would do as Lustry Lass.

"Yeah babe, it'll be great," Domme insisted. "I'll train you to properly use my pendants, and help you manifest your seer powers. But you're not good enough with a shield to stop bullets yet, so I guess you gotta stay here as my sexcretary while I go out on the dangerous missions alone. Don't worry hun. I'll train you properly soon enough."

For a moment it seemed like our Dream Manipulator wasn't sure whether Blair and Martha had what it takes to run a successful business.

Click clatter clack. Then she just sort of resolved it by looking over at Domme and Hue and agreeing that the two of them had ample social skills to attract some customers to their super hero business.

"If you two are starting a business," Jen interjected, "then Mistress Crimson will use this opportunity to lure you into a trap. She's a bit of a criminal mastermind you see. Her team has like totally been robbing nightclubs and giving it back to the people, Robin Hood style. Well, she pockets a fair bit of it, to finance production and research of enhanced puppet goo technologies. Like, who wouldn't. Teehee. So yeah. She anonymously hires Sultry Girl to defend a nightclub she's about to hit."

Click Clatter Clack. There was that strange sound again, like the rattle of several small plastic cubes bouncing and striking a wooden table. Whatever it was, it made me feel like a hazy headed forgetful slut.

"Sultry Girl would completely fall for a trap like that," Domme admitted. "In fact she'd probably show up early, have a little drink as the place closes down. Bartender. A rum and coke please."

Hue got up immediately to play the role of the bartender. Those drowsy vacant eyes glazed over and that lustfully obedient body seemed to be sleepwalking through a passionate dream of deep surrender. It must have been some forgotten hypnotic command that Domme had given Hue.

Ell and toy called drink orders too, and the obedient slut obeyed. Her body moved automatically to the kitchen.

Jen just asked for a soda. She was the designated driver, but had a far more sinister reason to stay sober.

Crystal tried to do the same, but it was easy to manipulate the brainwashed slut into believing that she wanted to be intoxicated.

"Crystal, you want alcohol in your drink too right?" Domme asked. "Sorry. I'm a forgetful slut about these things sometimes. That is what you asked for, yes?"

"Yes?" Crystal repeated in a confused tone. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted or what she was agreeing to. Before she could question it though, Jen pulled out a bag of props.

The bouncy pink clad Mistress took this opportunity to set a dozen crimson candles upon the kitchen table.