A burly, thoughtless drone picked up Ella's sleeping body at Elowyn's instruction. Somehow the frail, carried girl had more autonomy than the man trailing the socialite. They moved from their custom dungeon where Vector remained, up to the main estate level, past the path to the huge foyer, and the walled garden where the identity Ella carried as "Subprime" began to erode, the title's bearer left blissfully unaware. The found themselves in an outdoor hot spring, complete with heated waters that the matronly Parnassus appropriately dressed down for. Telling the male slave, who's name she never bothered to remember, to stand Ella up, Elowyn undressed the younger woman herself, not trusting the burly man's interpretation of "undress her softly." Soon, the man simply stood near the waters, ready to fetch whatever the pair needed.
The sounds of hot springs, not too dissimilar from the sounds of the fountain area that quietly lowered Ella's defenses, filled her ears again. Elowyn's whispers cunningly emphasized those disarming sounds of natural tranquility, carrying them into Ella's core at the fountain, and now as their naked bodies sat next to one another under steamy waters.
"Yes, lovely. Feel how good it feels. Let the sensation rise up in you again. Free yourself to it, follow my voice to it. You want nothing else but this; give yourself the gift of letting go, your body leading your mind once again,"
Nuzzling her lips along the nape of Ella's neck, the mutual intimacy opened the young woman's listening mind again.
"I sincerely hope you're not dreaming of numbers now," Elowyn giggled and cooed in Ella's ear, pushing back the matted hair usually kept in a pony tail, ruined by the temperature of the brainwashing pod. Making the supplicant lean into her soft surrender-enabler, Elowyn's draping arm drew her closer.
"Remember what I said about such numbers; you have no need for them hear. You spend so many waking hours drowning in them, in-control of insurmountable figures, equations, and numbers all wearing you down, wearing you out to the natural conclusion of sleep."
Drawing upon the first induction used to talk her into her most vulnerable state, Elowyn continued as if it never ended.
"Now is not a waking hour; it is a sleeping one, where if you tried to think of a number, the only one that could come to you is five, the third lowest prime number preceding four, following the second lowest prime number of three, falling away the lowest prime number of two that sinks to the lowest number of one, that falls into the void shaped by an oval border of zero. And just like that, your mind is becomes barren of numbers, a countless state."
Elowyn felt the full-body shiver of her companion cause ripples on the water's surface and beneath it. "replace with a fertile ground of flowery bliss. Your own walled garden occupied only by those you allow, your sleeping self and my guiding presence. Such a regal place, owned by a regally-besotted woman, the countess of countless."
Ella's eye's gently blinked open as she'd half-awoken, fully awakening to the installed personality triggered. Her tired body stretched, arching her back as she yawned sleepily, coming back to enough awareness to notice Elowyn next to her, smiling broadly; Ella couldn't help but give one in return. To the hypnotized woman, virtually no time had passed between being orgasmed into trance and the moment she just woke up.
"And how are we feeling, my dear? Liberated, I hope."
"So...mmmmm...liberated, happy," she uttered, the only thing keeping her eyes awake was Elowyn's bust and rock-hard nipples peeking out of the water. She had no idea how liberated she was from her former master's control, simply enjoying this temporary state for whatever eternity she could muster; Elowyn giggled at her luck.
