Brain Wipe

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I lightly ran my hand across her leather covered cheek and felt her flinch at the merest touch by me or anyone else, that is if there was someone else here. She was bound wrist, ankles, waist and neck to rings on the wall behind her by metal rods that were attached to the metal cuffs at various points on her body. She'd been here 74 hours but for her it seemed like weeks already, the room she was in had dim light, I kept it fairly cold and had placed a gimp hood on her head to limit her hearing and cut off her ability to see.

I knew she was exhausted and would sell her soul just to lay down for a few hours and rest. Most people don't realize that humans can't really sleep standing up, oh you can close your eyes, and you may think your asleep, but your body and mind are still working overtime so you're not really resting. Adding in no visual or auditory stimulation and the mind begins to suffer something called fractured time, you hallucinate and start seeing and hearing things that just aren't there, or maybe they are, you just don't really know.

'Please... please... make it stop... no more... please.' She moaned out in a horse whisper. I started to play with her tits, nipples and clit again, teasing her closer to yet another orgasm, then stopping just before she can obtain release. I smirk as she screams at me yet again begging for release, telling me she'll give me anything I want, do anything my heart desires if only she can cum.

I run a finger across her jaw line, smiling to myself and whisper to her. 'I just want you to give yourself to me slave that all.' I say and start the mantra chant again and walk away to wait for her mind to break and her soul to shatter, for me time is normal, to her time speeds up and slows down with no rhyme or reason.

3 hours later I walk back in to hear her babbling along to the slave mantra that had been playing the entire time I'd been gone. I could tell that her mind had finally broken and was ready to be programed, much like a new computer. I began to unlock her and lowered her to the cold floor and removed the gimp hood. I could see her eyes rolling around, she was ready for molding and would never be the same ever again.

'Yesssssss mmmmyyyy petttttt... ssssuuurrrennnddderrrrrr toooooo MMMmmmaaaasssssttterrrrrr.' I hissed in her ear. 'You like being master's slave, you like being master's slave, you like bring master's slave.' I whispered in her ear. 'You want to be master's slave, you want to be master's slave, you want to be master's slave... You need to be master's slave, you need to be master's slave, you need to be masters' slave.'

I did this several times each time repeating each command 3 times with the 'like, want, need' mantra, it helped to drive the command deep into her addled brain, getting her to breathe in long slow breathes that took her to a more relaxed state with each breath. Drilling into her brain in its addled state was easy at this time, I knew that I had to move fast but not overly fast and thus break her relaxed state.

I listened to her try to mumble along her voice hoarse from screaming, it would come back with a little rest. from this moment on I would be able to control every aspect of her life with just a few words after I left as few trigger words and phrases that I would bury deep in her now vulnerable subconscious. She'd remember none of this upon waking.

I took her upstairs and lowered her into a warm bath, I had a twofold purpose in this simple act. First it would allow me to clean her body and relax her sore muscles. Second it would relax her mind and allow me even deeper into subconscious without having to blast my way in. Subtlety over brute force is always better when you're taking someone's very mind and psyche apart and planting the one you want in its place. Remember you want a seamless integration, slow, steady and careful wins every time.

I pulled her limp body out and after drying her I let her sleep for nearly 2 days, all the while playing submission mantra tracks at a low volume to allow them to seep in and when she finally woke up, they'd be set in stone in her mind.

I heard her slip out of bed and saw her crawl from the bedroom to the side of my chair, I smiled to myself, thinking back that not 5 days ago she'd swore that she'd never crawl to my side or surrender to my will. How wrong she was on both counts.

'Master... slave begs for... her Masters touch.' She rasped out then looked at me with a confused look on her face. 'Slave... slave is Masters property.' She finally said after several minutes of struggling with that last little spark of independence that had finally ben snuffed out'

I reach over to the table to my left and hand her a metal collar, she looks at it for several minutes then takes it and places it around her neck, the 'Click' of the lock loud in the quiet room. 'Slave is... Masters property, slave belongs... belongs to Master.' She whispered as if unable to fully understand the words that were coming from her lips.

I reach down and caress her bowed head like one would a loyal dog, I can feel her body shivering beneath my touch. 'Good little slave, Master is pleased with your progress, slave is Masters property and will be till she is released by Master.' I tell her and can smell her lust at the mere thought of being taken and used by me. 'I told you slut, no one can escape the room.' I said and smiled yet again.

And here I end this little tale, please be careful out there, I'd rather have you reading my stuff than laying in a hospital bed or worse. Have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year.