Rebecca was in disbelief. She had been ready to come back after an exhausting dance practice and just relax, play Daniel's game, maybe watch a few episodes of a show with Joyce. She was definitely not expecting to walk in on her guy best friend playing around with her roommate. Her roommate that strongly disliked this best friend. Her roommate who was now a dripping, squirming mess on the couch, the headset covering her eyes, letting this very same person she despised touch her in her most intimate areas. And why was Joyce wearing the headset anyways? Whatever, that was the least of her concerns right now.
Furious, Rebecca marched across the living room and shoved Daniel away from Joyce.
"What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is going on here?" Rebecca fumed.
Daniel cried out desperately. "Wait, Rebecca, please! I can explain."
Rebecca kneeled next to Joyce, fumbling with the strap before slipping off the headset. Joyce stared blankly into the distance with a vacant expression, her eyelids fluttering over dreamy, unfocused eyes, her hands starting to creep back towards her pussy and tits now that Daniel was no longer pleasuring her. Rebecca slapped Joyce's arms away and shook her.
"Snap out of it Joyce! Stop that!" Rebecca said frantically.
"Mmmmm yesss," Joyce murmured in response. "Stoppp....stop thinking."
"What, no - ughhhh." Getting up, Rebecca whirled to Daniel.
"What the fuck did you do to her? Why is she acting like this?" Rebecca shot at Daniel, her eyes full of fire.
"Wait wait wait," Daniel raised his hands defensively. "I'll explain!"
Rebecca crossed her arms and glared at him. "Okay, I'm waiting."
"I'm brainwashing her."
Rebecca furrowed her brow in confusion. "Wait...what? You're brainwashing her? What does that even mean?"
Daniel, avoiding her gaze, continued. "The headset, the game I showed you...it's not actually a game. It's like...a spiral that hypnotizes you, puts you in a really suggestible state, which I can then use to brainwash and program you. Joyce put it on so that's what I was doing, making her into my hypnotized slave."
Horror slowly dawned on Rebecca. "So...all those times I was playing the game...I was actually being brainwashed...Is that why my memories of it are so fuzzy? Oh my god, you were actually hypnotizing me."
Daniel finally raised his head and turned to face Rebecca, staring into her apprehensive eyes.
"That's right. I've hypnotized you so many times by now."
"N-no, no, you're wrong!"
Daniel laughed. "C'mon Rebecca. All those hazy nights spent in your room, all those extra loads of laundry. You're brainwashed. You're already my blank, mindless, empty fuckdoll and you don't even know it."
Rebecca suddenly straightened up, pulling out her phone and aiming it at Daniel's face. "Got you on camera, you fucking creep!" She grinned and looked at Daniel triumphantly. "Now, break Joyce out of her trance or I'll release the video on the internet. I'm sure the university wouldn't like that. Would you like that?"
"Hmm," Daniel pondered for a moment. "I'd like it much more if you joined Joyce in becoming my blank, mindless slaves. You'd like that too, wouldn't you, Blank Becca?"
Rebecca's retort died in her throat, her legs buckling slightly and her body slumping as her trigger washed over her in a warm, heavy wave of relaxation and submission. Her head dropped down slightly, her eyes glazing over and drooping into a half-open daze, gazing blankly ahead with a mixture of arousal and heaviness., her arms falling to her sides, her phone slipping out of her hand and onto the floor with a clatter.
"Yesss, Master," Becca replied docilely. "I'm your blank, mindless slave."
"Good girl," smirked Daniel. "That's right, you're my blank, mindless slave."
Becca shuddered with pleasure. "Yessss, Master. I'm your blank, mindless slave."
...
Rebecca felt a mist of nothingness swirl into her mind, filling it with an empty fog as her thoughts drained away. Blank Becca. She was blank Becca. She didn't even know what she was so mad at Daniel about. But that wasn't blank Becca. Being blank Becca was so much nicer. It meant she didn't have to think anymore. It was too hard to think. So much easier to just be blank and empty and mindless. Becca felt good to not have to think, to just be blank and empty and mindless and stare dumbly ahead. No thoughts. Head empty. Just waiting for Master to command her. Just waiting to obey Master. It felt so good to just obey. To just listen to her Master tell her what to think, what to say, what to do. She felt so good to obey, and every time she obeyed, she felt even better and more mindless and dumber and blanker and hornier and emptier and more obedient and blanker and hornier...Becca could feel herself growing wet already just imagining herself obeying like the blank mindless slave she was.
Becca heard Master's words slip through her hazy mind. "Good girl."
Becca inhaled sharply as a tsunami of pleasure slammed into her. She was a good girl. She was his good girl. Master's good girl. Becca felt her panties become soaked through as she became hornier and more aroused.
"Strip for me," Master commanded.
Becca obeyed automatically. She grabbed the bottom of her flowy crop top and lifted it over her head before throwing it on the floor, revealing her taut, toned midriff and the smooth roundness of her firm breasts gracefully filling out her black bra that hugged her swelling curves. Becca hooked her fingers into the waist of her and bent over slowly shimmying them down, giving Master a long look at the plunging, tantalizing valley of her cleavage. With each piece of clothing she removed, she became more aroused, she breathed harder, her face becoming more flushed, the heat between her legs growing. Panting, she stood back up, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and letting her perfect, perky tits drop free. She heard Master let out a sigh of appreciation, and she moaned softly in response. She felt so good to obey, she felt so good and so horny being a good girl, being Master's blank mindless slave and obeying his orders, and knowing that her obedience was turning him on only made her even more aroused. Her hands moved down to her underwear, now clearly soaked with a large damp spot, and pulled it away gently, strands of her own juices stretching from her dripping pussy.
Becca could barely stand at this point. She was so horny and blank and obedient and aroused. She wanted to touch herself...she wanted to be fucked.
"Stand at attention," came Master's next command.
Unthinkingly, Becca straightened up, her hands snapping to her sides, pulling her shoulders back and pushing her generous breasts out, presenting herself for Master. He circled around her, admiring her sexy, slim figure. Becca felt his breath on her neck and he went behind her, and then let out a breathy gasp as his hand reached around and roughly tweaked one of her already stiff nipples. Becca was so blank, so horny, so mindless, so fucking horny. She wanted to be touched, to be used by Master like the horny obedient fuckdoll she was, to have her tits groped and her needy cunt fucked.
Master circled back around and stepped closer. "Such a good girl, Becca, such a good obedient girl, isn't that right?"
Becca nodded needily. "Yes, Master. I'm your good girl. I'm your good obedient girl."
"That's right." Becca moaned sharply as Master shot his hand forward and stroked her soaking pussy.
