Yeah, yeah. And next you'll say I can only orgasm when I'm a submissive.

"Yeah, yeah. And next you'll say I can only orgasm when I'm a submissive."

"That's... An interesting idea. And indeed the sort of thing I would say. But you think that would be too predictable, hmm? What an interesting individual you are. No, I have a better idea. How about... Here, listen closely. From now on, when you get ready to go out, you can never wear anything less skimpy or slutty than that slutty outfit you've got on right now. The only exception I'll allow you to give yourself is when it's really, really important that you wear something specific, for example a wedding or funeral. Except for when it's extremely important, you'll only be able to dress yourself up as the parody of a whore that you came to me as today."

"That would really upset me... If hypnotism was real." You say, still very calm and feeling very relaxed.

"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 stand up and prepare to leave. "What a weirdo."

"You will regret mocking me." Dr. Willow replies. 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." You snap at her before she can call Harold.