The Thing About Objectification And Ownership Is That I Care About The Things I Own. I Look After What's

You had downloaded the game because everyone was talking about it. Supposedly it was addicting and challenging, the perfect combo. So you opened it up on your phone after a few minutes and clicked the play button.

And nothing. Just a blank screen with nothing on it. You waited. And waited. And waited. Until finally a quick red circle appeared then disappeared.

“Loser. Try again?”

You sat there stunned. Was that the game? Quickly tap the button? You could definitely beat this. You clicked the play button and waited. Ready to start. You slowed your breathing. Focused entirely on it. Not blinking when suddenly, the red circle appeared. You tapped it furiously and were rewarded with a bright flash and the words “Level 2”.

You celebrated quickly. Ready for the next level. The circle appeared quickly this time. You tapped it. Rewarded with the same bright flash. You felt excitement build within you. This was fun. And you were getting good at it.

One by one the levels came and went. You hadn’t even noticed the circle lingering on screen longer and longer, the levels taking you longer to complete. All you became aware of was focusing intently, tapping the red circle, and winning the game.

Your breathing slowed as the victory screen flashed. The bright light burning the word Relax deep into your brain. Your body slumped forward on the couch. Your arms falling into your lap. You waited for the red circle to appear. It did. Your finger moving in slow motion to tap it. Pressing down firmly on it.

The bright light flashed burning the word Blank deep into your brain. All thoughts drifted away. Your mind growing sluggish only the red button that needed pushing remaining as a lonely thought.

The bright light flashed burning the word Obey deep into your brain. You could see the button and moved to press it. It slowly disappeared, drowning into a deep red spiral that filled the screen. You found yourself falling, pulled by your thumb, drifting down into the screen. Words flashed. Burning into your brain. Time disappeared entirely as the darkness swallowed you whole.

“Loser. Try Again?”

You blinked looking at the words. The light outside your window was gone. Hours wasted playing the game. You closed the app, surprised at how addicting it was. You’d have to play again though. You had to win. You weren’t the kind of person to give up. Especially at a game that fun.

Maybe if you beat it you’d even consider getting a red button tattoo. A big button that someone could press. Your mind began to drift away at the thought. Of a big red button. Connected to your brain. That would make everything go away.

Slowly you began to open the app without even thinking.

magical girl transformation interrupted mid-sequence cuz she came crazy hard in her striped panties as soon as her other clothes disintegrated and the tip poked its way above the top seam and she leaked the rest onto her tummy and she really needs to go clean herself up but shes so embarrassed and her legs are shaky from the orgasm still

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Now.

Hows it feel to be living my dream?

walked out to the kitchen to get a glass of water and 45 minutes later my roommates have scheduled an event on google calendar for when they're going to get me to dress up in a bunch of feminine outfits.

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Now.

I accidentally revealed a little experiment I was doing to my subject, today, so I finally get to tell you all about it.

I honestly didn't think that covert hypnotic triggers were a thing due to the constant annoying mysticism and years of bad science around hypnosis, as well as stuff like subliminals having absolutely zero actual effects. However, with some testing, I have been delightfully surprised.

To be clear, by a covert trigger, I do not mean a trigger that was given under trance explicitly then had the subject forget or be unaware of when used. I mean a trigger that is installed, reinforced, and used entirely without the subject noticing. It'd be more accurate to call this a preconscious trigger, but the linguistic gods disagree, I suppose.

I decided to use my favorite subject, and someone I'm close with in many ways. I've already trained general obedience into her over time, but have always allowed her to be rebellious because it's fun for the both of us. However...

There's a phrase I liked to use on occasion during trance and outside of it when I'm being a little gently degrading: the phrase, "Isn't that right?" at the end of sentences. Leading questions are natural for gentle domination, and I had already been doing it, so I decided to use it a little bit more often, and with intention.

For about two weeks straight, while under trance and while training general obedience or otherwise while messing with them, I would go, "Isn't that right?" exclusively for questions that were an absolute yes. There's no reason she wouldn't say yes to it, and so, she did, every single time.

The next week or two, I would start peppering in the phrase for slight disagreements. That's to say, things that were a yes, but something that she'd make a small fuss about normally to be rebellious. To my surprise, any time I used the phrase, all rebellion seemed to stop. I actually thought she caught on and was doing it intentionally, but she didn't respond when I signaled that to her.

A few weeks later, after more and more reinforcement, to the point where it was a very common part of my everyday vocabulary, I was able to completely quell any fire she brought up. I would do a short explanation or rationalization, then end the sentence with, "Isn't that right?", and poof, the rebellion goes away.

I accidentally revealed it today as stated due to showing a list of notes I used to keep track of triggers for subjects, but luckily, by the time she found out, it was one of the most potent triggers I had for her. It still works just fine.

Before she did find out, I finally got to hear what she sounded like after all the training when I said it out loud, as I mostly reinforced it via text. It sounded like her voice turned droopy and monotone entirely and only for when she agreed, then went back to normal. It was really, really cute, and I had to stifle a giggle or two.

Luckily, I didn't write down the other few covert triggers I have for her. I'll be having fun with those for a good while longer.

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this was one of the first things i wrote about em. i'm not the best at writing dialogues so i hope it's not to clunky, enjoy!

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