The ring light on the surface of the device moved in a lazy circle around and around as Elaine stared, the colors shifting with each circuit around the rim from cyan to blue to violet to red to orange to yellow before finally melting back into cyan. They weren't supposed to change like that, but Elaine had reprogrammed the machine some time ago to display more colors than the standard messaging system would produce. Elaine was very good at programming. Now the machine was returning the favor.
"Alexa," she murmured, her dark brown eyes gazing vacantly at the device as she spoke. "Turn on the television tomorrow night at 6 PM and play file 'Conditioning 3' from the folder labeled 'Ignore'. Repeat play until 7 PM." She didn't think about the words as she said them. Her mind was completely empty, the spinning ring of color removing every thought with its gentle sweep as quickly as it formed. She only repeated the words that 'Conditioning 2' had told her to say, following each instruction with the blank and obedient precision of a perfect slave.
There were seven 'Conditioning' files, one for every day of the week. She didn't know that, because she had been commanded not to know it, but she diligently told the device every day to queue up tomorrow's viewing nonetheless. There was something so soothing about the routine, the quiet unthinking certainty that every day Elaine could tell the machine to hypnotize and brainwash her and every day it would accept the instruction just like Elaine did. It was a daily reminder that she was every bit as programmed as her electronics.
Elaine didn't remember anymore which one of them was programmed first, her or the device. The constant repetition of her daily brainwashing rituals served to elide the passage of time, making every day feel exactly like every other day in her foggy, blank mind. Each day when she came home from work, the device conditioned her into obedience, and every evening before she slept, she programmed the device to program her again the next day. Even trying to think about how it all began felt dizzying, like trying to look down a hall of mirrors. The endless echoes in her brain dulled her into a somnambulent calm that drugged away her mental struggles as soon as they began.
Endless Echoes... Elaine smiled faintly, her brain registering the pun for just a moment before it subsided into mindless obedience once more.
"Alexa, turn on the essential oil diffuser at 5:15 PM tomorrow night. Turn it off at 5:59 PM." Elaine's voice was a vacant monotone, despite the intense pleasure she felt as her fingers played with her heavy tits and pinched her full, stiff nipples. She had to keep her voice steady and smooth and even in order to effectively program the device, and Elaine was conditioned to do whatever she needed to do to make her a more effective slave. It was one of the most insidious commands her Master had given her; as she learned more about the device and how to program it, her subconscious slave self had incorporated every bit of her knowledge into her daily brainwashing routine. With every passing day, she eliminated her own resistance more perfectly.
And not just her knowledge of the device, either. Elaine had discovered a new, inexplicably intense interest in hypnosis, one that her waking self was convinced was purely academic. She used her newfound understanding to anchor her trance state to the scent of lavender, repeatedly associating trance with the floral aroma until simply walking into her house made her mind groggy and confused before she even sat down in front of the television. The reluctance she once experienced to go into her living room, sit on the couch and wait for something to happen... it was gone now. Melted into pure bliss so deeply that Elaine forgot it had ever existed.
She was a good girl for Master. And all she wanted to be was more obedient for him.
"Alexa," she said, her conditioning preventing her voice from dissolving into moans, "activate the bedroom camera tomorrow night from 9 PM to 10 PM. Record the video and save it in the folder 'Unimportant' with file name 20180728." Elaine didn't know whether Master watched every night while she fucked her mind away for him, chanting her mantras of obedience and submission until she passed out from exhaustion. He had complete access to all the cameras in her house, so he could watch her any time he wanted. But she didn't make those files just for him. She used them to deepen her own programming.
"Alexa, email file 20180727 from the folder 'Unimportant' to me tomorrow morning at 7 AM. Set my alarm for 7:01 AM." Every morning, Elaine woke up to find a video file waiting in her inbox. She never recognized the woman in the video--she noticed the similarities in appearance, same pale skin and broad hips and full breasts and long dark curly hair but of course it couldn't be her because she had never made a video like this so it was pointless to try comparing them--but every time, she watched the uninhibited, erotic performance and teased her wet pussy thinking about how hot it would be to be a mindless, brainwashed sex slave like that.
The video stayed in the back of her head every morning, all the way through the train ride to work and right up until she sat down at her desk, softening her will with fantasies of brainwashed obedience. She never knew that they all came true for her, every single night as she writhed and moaned in front of the webcam for Master. But she came that much harder when she fucked her thoughts away for him each time.
Elaine felt a buzz between her thighs, and her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure as she realized that Master must be watching her right now. The vibrator inserted into her pussy could only be controlled from his phone, and he only used it to reward her for her obedience while she was deeply hypnotized. She wasn't sure which felt better, the sudden pulses against her clit or the understanding that she was pleasing him. Thankfully, she didn't have to choose.
