Triggers implanted

You don’t know how long you sat there in a pinkish daze, but eventually you felt Nathan pull off the visor set and the lights from the room flood your senses.

“Wakes wakey sleepy head, how do you feel?” He says as he releases the Velcro that kept your hands in place. You notice he’s had time for another wardrobe change, this time a cropped slutty schoolgirl ensemble with pink and white striped fingerless elbow socks and knee high matching socks.

You take a moment to gather yourself, before saying “I kinda zoned out there, but I figured hypnosis was all hype.”

“Aww, is that what your BIMBO brain thinks?” He responds with a grin, and as you go to answer him you can’t find the words. Suddenly thinking hurts, and you pout hard at why would he make you think?

“Aww don’t worry, you don’t have to do anything. Cute BIMBO’s just wanna look pretty right?” You nod, your mind falling further into simple reactions with no thought. “That’s what I thought. That’s why I’ll dress you nice and pretty. Ok?” You nod, and he has you stand to dress your panty clad ass. He had you slip into a puffy pink Japanese maid dress, complete with frilly aprons, collar, cat ears with bells, and stockings for your arms and legs with bows and bells on them.

Feeling pretty, you spin around in your puffy dress, not noticing Nathan taking out his phone to take pics. After he lets you enjoy yourself, he says “while I love an airhead, I think a BIG BRAIN boy like you would like to realize what’s going on.”

He giggles as he sees your rationality come back. Shit, why couldn’t you think before. And... you put on this?? I mean it turned you on with a slight shame, but the fact you went brain dead like that was scary. That’s when you realized it was the hypnosis, and it had a serious real world effect.

Nathan giggled, answering what you were clearly thinking. “Ohh you really took to those trigger words. There are a few more, I wonder if those are as effective. I may have left you in there a few hours, just to make sure.” You got to complain, but hold your tongue. Shit, if there are more words, what the hell could those do? The first was terrifying enough...