“A few, actually,”

I reply, “Unless you're in a hurry to erase me, I mean.”

“I won't be erasing you, Nico,” Amy answers forcefully, then clears her throat, looking down at me on my knees in front of her, licking her cock, kissing my way down her underside, “Never you. I won't erase people.” She says, with fierce conviction.

“Okay,” I reply, nodding, “Are you going to reprogram me to be free-use, like my parents want, or just as your sex slave?” Amy strokes my scalp gently as I continue licking and kissing her cock. I honestly don't really care to stop, at this point.

“I can,” Amy replies, “I intended to ask you about that, before we proceed, actually, faggot.” I smile up at her as she calls me that, continuing to lick and kiss her cock. I draw my tongue up her underside, worshipfully grinding my tongue along.

“Do you want me to register you as my property and keep you, sell you to your parents, or sell you to the twins?” she asks, purring softly in pleasure as I continue worshipping her cock, “You'll end up free-use for family and friends, either way.”

“I could also register you as free-use public-access,” Amy says, “but I don't think you'd want that, and I certainly wouldn't. Now, to be clear, whoever owns you would also have the freedom to whore you out, and to give out whoring permission.”

“Whoring permission?” I ask, licking Amy's meat from the base to the crown, and she nods.

“Yes. For example, if I register you as my property and keep you for myself,” she says, “I can give your parents permission to not only use you themselves, which is a given, at this point, but whore you out to whoever they please, for bonus cash.”

“If you're free-use, that means you won't be whored out, but you'll still be programmed to service any family or friends,” she continues, “which means that any new friend would be someone who'd automatically have access to your body, too.”

“Well,” she amends as I worship her cock, “Provided they have a cock. You are a faggot, after all, I didn't reprogram you to eat cunt, nor do I intend to add that into your programming when I make the brainwashing more guaranteed permanent.”

“Okay,” I say, nodding, kissing my way down the side of her prick, “Did you know I'd end up like this, this morning, when you were reprogramming me?” She scoffs immediately and shakes her head.

“No! Of course not! There's no documentation about an experiment like this one!” Amy replies adamantly, “The people getting reprogrammed by the current professional hypnotists, the legitimate ones, it's always meant to be permanent.”

“So no one's ever tested out temporary reprogramming and deprogramming?” I ask, and she shakes her head.

“Nobody. I wanted to try something new, different, that hadn't been done, before,” Amy replies as I continue licking my way up her cock, making her struggle to keep focused, “Fuck that feels good, faggot. Ahem. I wanted to really contribute.”

“And I have learnt something vital from this!” she assures me, looking down at me, “And I can still deprogram you if you'd like. I don't know if I could convince everyone to let me wipe their memories. I could absolutely still deprogram you, Nico.”

“What'd you learn?” I ask, kissing my way down her cock again. Her fingers card through my hair and massage my scalp.

“Fuuuck, faggot!” she hisses in pleasure and I smile up at her, “Ahem. I learned that the brain of a reprogrammed person can independently rewire itself to rationalise certain things. Hence you ending up on your knees servicing your parents.”

“I did not intend for your brain to rewire itself. There's no documentation that indicates anyone knew that would happen,” Amy assures me, “From that, I learned that I need to be more cautious in reprogramming people who want real hypnosis.”

“I'll need to specifically include commands to prevent adaptive rewiring,” Amy says, moaning softly, looking down at me as I continue licking and kissing her cock, worshipping her rock-hard meat, “Do you want me to just deprogram you, Nico?”

“No,” I reply, “the old me would be humiliated to know what happened today, and what'll happen over the next six days. If you just wipe my memory, I'll still be able to see it in their eyes that they're keeping some kind of secrets from me, too.”

“So the old me would eventually learn, and be humiliated, anyway,” I continue, “and that's ... not really your fault. I didn't ask what you were going to reprogram me to do, or anything, after all. I mean, you'd have told me the truth if I'd asked.”

“How can you be so sure?” she asks, looking down at me.

“Because I've always known when you were full of shit,” I answer, kissing my way down her cock, “It's why I trust you.”

“Yea, you've had an annoyingly consistent bullshittometer,” Amy giggles, torn betwixt arousal and amusement, as I keep licking her thick, achingly-hard cock, “I would've told you, yea. I learned quick not to bother trying to lie to you, faggot.”

“Would you have accepted if I'd told you?” she asks, and I shrug.

“... probably. Yea,” I answer honestly, “Just, y'know. I doubt the old me would've been thrilled at my younger brother and sister being included, or my parents. I'd have probably asked for safeguards against that, but, way too late for that, now.”

“I'd have agreed to those terms,” she assures me, taking a breath, “Okay. I need to lock in your reprogramming, now, fag.” I smile in answer, nodding at her statement as I continue to lick and kiss her cock. I keep my eyes focused up on Amelia's.

“Last request?” she asks.

“I wanna remember everything from now on. I wanna know who I am, no more blackouts,” I answer, and she nods. “When you register me, register me as your property.” Amy smiles at me happily, nodding as she strokes my scalp affectionately.

“Done, faggot,” Amy replies, “I love you, too, by the way, fag.” I kiss her cock lovingly, and wait.

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