"I am a slave to cock."

"Perfect. Now, when I count down to zero and snap my fingers, you will awake from your trance, and your new instructions will settle deep into your subconscious. Permanently. Three, two, one, zero."

You hear a loud snap of fingers, and then you feel re-energized. You open your eyes and sit up, and just like before, you watch Dr. Willow returning to her chair behind a large oak desk.

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{endif}Your rational mind slowly returning, you whimper as you realize what she has done to you.

"How could you!" You sob.

"This is a gift!" Dr. Willow retorts. "You can now release yourself of any worries or stresses you had about whether you had any choice but to be a rampant, shameful, submissive slut. It's out of your hands. Whenever you get down on your knees in front of some cruel man who wants to have his way with you, you can shake a fist and blame Dr. Willow, rather than holding yourself responsible for your disgraceful acts."

"You bitch! You've ruined my life! And not just this life, but all my possible lives!" You scream.

Her expression has once again become a lot more severe, and serious. She reaches for the landline phone on her desk and presses speed dial.

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{endif}"Don't even bother. I'm leaving!" You shout at her before she can call Harold.