“Nggggghh”

A full orgasm just from those two little words. I deepen her trance slowly, gently. I doubt anyone’s expecting Party Girl Valerie anywhere before noon on Sunday. I have plenty of time. It’s always important to sharpen your weapons before battle.

Turning her into a brainless cumbucket would be all too easy, but I have higher ambitions. This is a seduction. I’ve found one of those people who are painfully easy to bend to my will because they have no focus. Valerie’s entire life is lived for pleasure and such people have no true center. Giving them a purpose is a recipe for the creation of zealots, and is often the way militant radical groups recruit their foot soldiers. .

The true joy of this is that I don’t even have to twist her too much to get her there.

“…and that’s why I tried to hired some mythical specialist to fix Mely. I was experimenting with GHB that night so I don’t even know if I sent it but no one ever got back to me.”

Well isn’t that delicious.

“Well now you even get to help fix Mely. You’re going to help me make Mely what you really want her to be. Isn’t that right, My good girl?”

“Mmmm, yes sir.”

“In fact this is exactly the reason you were born. You exist to save Melanie from her horribly boring responsibilities, and free her to be exactly who she was meant to be.”

“What I was born for…”

“Your purpose in life.”

“I have a purpose?”

“Yes, my sweet bad good girl. You have a purpose.” Her smile is so wide I’m almost afraid she might hurt herself.

“But if you want to fulfill your purpose, to be my instrument of change, you’ll need to change as well.”

“I will?”

“You will. You need to let me shape you into what you were meant to be.”

“Let you shape me?”

“You need to let me shape you.”

“I need to let you shape me.”

“You want me to shape you.”

“I want you to shape me.”

“You want me to change you.”

“I want you to change me.”

“You want me to mold your mind.”

“I want you to mold my mind.”

“You need me to mold your mind.”

“I need you to mold my mind.”

“You need me to control your mind.”

“I need you to control my mind.”

“It feels good for me to control your mind.”

“It feels good for you to control my mind.”

“It feels good to be mind controlled by me.”

“It feels good to be mind controlled by you.”

“Being mind controlled feels good.”

“Being mind controlled feels good.”

“Being mind controlled turns you on.”

“Being mind controlled turns me on.”

“You want to be mind controlled.”

“I want to be mind controlled.”

“You want me to change you, make you what I want, brainwash you into being what I desire.”

“I want me to change me, make me what you want, brainwash me into being what you desire.”

“You want me to brainwash you.”

“I want you to brainwash me.”

“Now repeat that until it becomes indelibly etched into your neural pathways.”

“I want you to brainwash me. I want you to brainwash me. I want you to brainwash me. I want you to brainwash me. I want you to brainwash…”

I tune her out and inspect the cameras. Melanie is already on her exercise bike at six am on a Sunday. I idly stroke myself when a thought occurs.

“Valerie, masturbate while you repeat. You are not permitted to cum until I tell you that you’re my good girl.”

“I want you to brainwash me. I want you to brainwash me. I want you to brainwash me. I want you to brainwash me. I want…”

While she works at it, I set up a camera and begin to record her. I wonder how this’ll look on Pornhub.