Let her unknowingly brainwash herself into his perfect

Cory spent a few minutes recounting how his rifle put her into a powerful suggestive state and all the commands he fed into her compliant mind. She smiled and nodded the entire time. She ever so slightly rocked her hips as he spoke to reassure him. He seemed embarrassed about his little daydream, she thought.

"Wow! That was hot, master," she grinned and praised him. "That would be sooooo hot if your gun could trance me like that! I'd let you turn me into your perfect fantasy!"

"The story is tru… ah you know what, never mind…" Cory scratched his head in confusion before realizing she was likely incapable of fathoming the reality of her changes. He wasn't sure why he wanted her to know anyway. Maybe one last tinge of guilt as he fished for confirmation that his wildly immoral alterations were somehow justified. He realized if he truly cared, he would have stopped well before turning her into his personal slut.

"Tell me this instead, Alice… if this story were true, what commands should I give you next, and why?"

"Hmm… answer a few of my questions first…" she said while absentmindedly rubbing her hands down his chest. "In your fantasy, you made sure I was completely and utterly sexually and romantically fixated on you, which I am, but regardless, where do you want that fixation to stem from? You want me wet and ready for sex at the drop of a coin. You want me to love you so much I can't think straight. You want me to be obedient to your every whim and never question your actions… and most importantly, all of your commands were deliciously selfish and objectifying. You made me a nymphomaniac. That means I'm addicted to sex and everything related to sex. It means I'll always want more. But then you limited my sexual outlets. You want me to be your personal slut; you want my sexuality to center only around you and sometimes the girls you like. You want me to be yours… So, what do you want me to be? your what?"

Cory was speechless as she tied together all of his desires and attempted to point him in the direction of his innermost fantasies.

"Let me help you a bit more," she said as she traced her fingers down his muscular back. "You always included an adjective to give me extra pleasure with your commands. You made me eager, enthusiastic, and happy… doing whatever you want gives me pleasure. So you don't want just a mind or body-controlled **** or a servant, do you?"

"N-no, I want more, Alice…"

"You want me to shiver in pleasure when you give me the slightest of glances?" Alice nibbled at his ear and moaned seductively.

"Mmm… god, yes." He shivered as goosebumps covered his neck.

"You'd probably looooove to make me writhe in the ecstasy of an orgasm at your smallest whim. Maybe when you give me a wink or snap your fingers. Or are you more direct? Maybe you'll just say CUM!" She faked an orgasm just to give him a little taste of what the real thing would be like.

Cory responded with a moan of desire. Alice didn't need any other answer to know she'd hit the nail on the head once again. She took the forceful motion of his hands on her skinny waist as a command to start humping his perfect cock again. Her pussy had been screaming for this since he'd made her stop.

"You only talked about my pussy dripping for you, but you want me to be your mmmmm, your little nympho slut too. Wouldn't a nymphomaniac slut want to suck you dry AND swallow every… single… time?

She took his hand and put his first two fingers in her mouth. Her tongue circled them, and she moaned and rolled her eyes back into her head in an exaggerated show of pleasure. In reality, she had no desire to suck cock, nor had she ever. Although, deep down, she knew it would make her happy if he commanded her to do it.

"Oh Alice… I'd want you to beg for me to use your mouth."

"What else would you want me to beg for?" She hefted up her heavy tits and smirked.

His hands shot to her tits as he remembered he could grope and squeeze them however he wanted. "I'd make you beg me to fuck and play with these perfect tits."

"Mmmm. What about my ass? You strike me as the thorough type… you'd want me to be **** to bend over… mmmm, on all fours, annnnd wiggle my ass in excitement for you to take the one hole I've neverrrrr wanted anything inside."

His cock twitched inside her pussy, and he had to squeeze the base of his shaft to keep from exploding. His subconscious knew he couldn't lose his current frame of mind. If the post-nut clarity came through, it would ruin everything… "Oh my… god, you're too… you're so perfect Alice. I-I've never been into anal, but to see you just bend over and… I can see you looking over your shoulder, pleading for me to take everything." He squeezed her perfect pert rear and closed his eyes to imagine the sight once more.

"You've got some control issues, don't you, Masterrrr." She purred teasingly, "That's ok though… I kind of like it."

"What about when we aren't fucking, though," she asked. "After all, you're not a brainwashed nymphomaniac like I would be in your little fantasy. Would you want me to be a submissive little wifey from the golden age of women's inequality? No, no, you don't seem like the type for something so mundane. No, you're the type that takes things to their farthest extremes and learns to live with the consequences… Besides, I already love and lust for you too much to ONLY be a little housewife even without this devious mind-controlling rifle."

She stopped to passionately kiss her lover to make her point clear before continuing.

"Here are two more options that seem more your style… One…" she seductively purred into his ear. "You make My lust for you soooo overwhelming that my every move, every thought is centered around an inescapable need to seduce you and ensure that you will want to fuck me as much as possible. I'd imagine this version of me would be unable to hide her constant arousal, but she wouldn't be pushy. She'd try to constantly seduce you with her actions instead. Let's call this version of me a lust ****."

Sweat poured down Cory's face. He could have sworn he wasn't mentally fucked up enough actually to want something like that. He had to accept that he didn't know himself as well as he thought. Alice smirked as his desperation to cum inside her tight cunt became almost palpable.

"Mmmm, you liked that one, I see… but you should consider that you wouldn't always be horny, Master. So here's option Two: Let us call this version of me a love ****. I've got to admit it's hard to imagine myself loving you more than I already do! You wouldn't have to change much about me to make me your perfect love ****…" she paused to think deeply before grinning and continuing. "You'd have to change my love language a bit. My love language is giving and receiving physical touch. That's not enough, though! Give me ALL of them and amp them up to the nth degree… I bet you'd like it if my words of affirmation were testament to worship. Oh! And be sure to adjust my Psyche a bit so that I won't get depressed or pushy if you don't give me affection for a little while. For a true love ****, it would be a one-way street. When you do give me affection of any kind, it would be akin to ecstasy. Also, for me to be a ****, I'd have to see myself as your property. Something tells me that doesn't really bother you, though… even if you pretend it does."

"Alice, you are quite the psychanolyzer, but I'm afraid you may be right! God, it's so damn hot hearing you plan your own… fucking enslavement. I just need one more thing from you to make this perfect… for our roleplay, of course." Cory and Alice both groaned as he **** himself to slip out of her absolutely soaked cunt.

He jogged over to his rifle case and grabbed his phone. His shiny wet cock bounced awkwardly in the shockingly cool air.

"I want to record you giving yourself the commands that I should hypnotize you with." He excitedly said while pointing his camera at her gorgeous freckled face. "You've got to keep them short, though. Less than 10 seconds each. Just tell me when you're ready."

Alice smirked seductively. She loved the idea. Of course, she didn't really have the ability to NOT love the idea. Cory wanted her to do it, and that, by definition, made her happy.

"Ready!" She exclaimed and waited for Cory to give her a thumbs up. "Uh, Alice, err me? Master, can we start over?"

"Sure! You don't have to say your name or anything. Pretend you are talking to yourself in the mirror." He gave her another thumbs up when he hit record.

"You're an easy slut for Master; You're simultaneously and equally horny for his cock, his fingers, or anything else he wants to use on or in ALL of your holes, your tits, and any other part of your body he takes an interest in." She talked fast and barely made it under the time limit.

"Hit record again, Master, that one needs a little cleanup to tie it to my other supposed commands." Cory obliged and signaled her to continue. "Getting your ass, your tits, your mouth, or your pussy fucked, fingered, or pleasured in any way by Master feels equally amazing. All sexual stimulation from Master can easily make you orgasm."

Alice motioned for one more recording to fine-tune the complex concept.

"When Master expresses a desire to sexually use or pleasure a specific part of you, you will become **** to fulfill it. Your body and mind will instantly become fixated on submissively enticing him."

"Good girl!" Cory accidentally let slip. He recognized she was trying to incorporate the language necessary to program the little scene of her wiggling her ass in desperation for him into her "role play."

Alice smiled and laughed at his accidental indication that he was into girls with praise kinks. Before she could tease him about it, he gave her a thumbs up to record again.

"You will orgasm any time Master tells you, good girl," she winked and smirked as she teasingly purred the praise he let slip. "If he winks, wolf whistles, or directly commands you to cum, you will as well."

Cory nodded approvingly. Despite the cool breeze, his cock hadn't flagged a bit. The fact she had no idea that she was brainwashing herself was hot enough to counteract the cold air. He asked if she was ready to continue, and she nodded excitedly.

"You're Master's love ****. Your love and obedience for Master are so **** that you see yourself as his property. He owns you… mind, body, and soul." She made the motion for "timeout" so she could continue under a new 10-second video. "Your love language for Master is an inflated combination of all 5 types. You will be content even if Master gives nothing in return. When he does show his love or so much as glance at you, it will fill you with ecstasy."

"Woo! You barely eeked that one in on time." Cory kissed her quickly as a reward. "We need one more thing, though. IF this were real, I'd need to protect myself from people finding out I brainwashed you… Also, I'd want to give you an exit clause to have a happy life if I pass away or something before you."

A wind gust came through the range and blew Alice's wild red hair over her teary eyes.

"That's sweet… even if you weren't a misogynistic, megalomaniac with a god complex," she teased with absolutely no venom. "I do truly love you, Master… all of you. Hit record. I think I know how to word this." Cory obliged and signaled her to begin.

"You will take care to protect Master and keep the non-socially acceptable portions of your relationship with him secret unless Master tells you otherwise…"

Cory interrupted to add, "and you will call me Cory instead of Master in public unless I say differently."

Alice looked at him confusedly. She didn't consciously realize that calling him Master wasn't normal. Regardless, she ignored it as part of his fantasy and waited for his next cue.

"Actually, Alice, I've got this one." He said and then hit record. "If I pass away, you will grieve peacefully and then go on with your life. You will find happiness, make friends, and live the best life you can."

Alice pressed her curvy body into his and kissed him passionately. "So, do you want to play out your little fantasy now, love?"

He nodded and prepared enough rounds to apply all of her brainwashing. "Sit beside me so I can see your face, Alice."

She obeyed and put her fancy hearing protection back on. "Master, can you remind me how I'm supposed to react when the shot hypnotizes me? You told me the trance is only 10 seconds, but how do I act it out?"

Cory simply readied his rifle and gave her a quick wink before firing. The instant the shockwave short-circuited her mind, Cory pressed play.

The recording played, she shivered and gasped, he shot again… repeat…repeat… repeat… He gave her no break in between. As much as he wanted to see each individual change to her psyche, he wanted to get her home to his bed worse.

After playing the last video, he finally let her fully wake up to her new life. She held her head in her hands while another headache temporarily took hold. Cory quickly unloaded his rifle and placed it back into its case.