Uncomplicated

There was always something so delightfully simple about the pleasure of slipping away into obedient trance for Sonia. The moment Blake heard her trigger, he felt a wave of relief wash over him that was almost entirely unrelated to the mellow stupefaction settling onto his mind like a warm soft blanket and leaving him slack-jawed and giggling at her feet. It was the delicious sensation of having a brain utterly free from worry, emptied out of care and concern because his head was too small and simple now to hold anything more than pleasure and desire and the eager need to obey.

His mind didn't need to navigate any of the complexities of the modern world when he heard Sonia call him her 'silly little boy'--he could just let his shoulders slump and his eyes unfocus and his thoughts dissolve into a cluster of giggles as he sank down to his knees and rested his head in his Goddess's lap. It felt like being a pampered pet, or perhaps even a cherished childhood toy to lie there with Sonia's slender fingers stroking their way through his chestnut hair, soothing him ever deeper into trance until he practically radiated dumb, drowsy bliss. Goddess could do all the thinking for both of them. He was happy to give up his brain to her.

A small part of him vaguely, hazily understood that Goddess got as much out of diminishing his intellect into dopey ecstasy as he did out of having his brain spun into fluffy pink cotton candy... but he couldn't really credit it. Not when it felt so wonderful to float off into blithe, carefree vacancy and do as he was told. What could possibly feel better than popping his own thoughts like bubbles filled with laughing gas, feeling each one evaporate into the emptiness inside his head and leave him helplessly giggling in mesmerized satisfaction? Blake didn't know, and he knew he didn't know because knowing involved thinking and thinking felt far too much like work to him now.

Sonia would tell him if there was any thinking that needed to be done. It didn't require any thought to take off his clothing, even if he did need a little help loosening his tie and undoing a few of the more troublesome buttons. He didn't have to be smart to rest his hand on his cock, not stroking yet but simply feeling the pulse of arousal beneath his fever-warm fingers. Blake could simply do those things, easily and effortlessly following his Goddess's commands with the brainless vacancy of a happy puppy, and leave her to guide him ever more deeply into trance and obedience.

The best part was, Blake couldn't even remember anymore what it was he'd been struggling to avoid thinking about. All that complicated, messy tangle of stress and worry and anxiety had simply loosened into limp and lazy idiocy, and his best efforts to remember the problems that were besetting him when he walked through Sonia's door and gave her the helpless, pleading look of a man who simply needed his brain switched off for a little while only reminded him of just how stupefied his mind had become. And Sonia's trigger inevitably associated that mindless vacancy with pure, delicious ecstasy.

Sonia's control was like a drug, invariably drawing him deeper and deeper into that thoughtless state the more he struggled against it--not that Blake truly wanted to fight it, if anything it was the exact opposite. But he loved being reminded that the harder he tried to assert his intelligence in the face of Sonia's hypnotic suggestions, the better that mesmerizing undertow felt in his fuzzy brain and the more pleasure he experienced when he finally gave up on trying to hold onto even a single coherent thought. It was just so good to be stupid for Goddess. It was so warm and wonderful and peaceful to have a head that empty.

And what it did to Goddess... ohhh, fuck it was sweet. Blake's head was resting on her inner thigh, his unfocused eyes half-closed in stoned and sleepy rapture, but even from here he could smell the musky, floral scent of her arousal beneath her jade green skirt. He felt a surge of tranquil joy wash over him, a true and genuine sense of pride that his hypnotic submission alone was enough to leave her cunt as wet as if she was a horny teenager having her first heavy petting session with a boy. She could tell Blake wasn't faking--his intelligence had genuinely vanished at her command, his mind sculpted from a smart and witty polymath some flattered with the term 'genius' into a vapid, giggly sex toy, and nothing turned her on more than the rush of power that gave her.

Nothing turned Blake on more than the scent of her wet pussy. He found himself inhaling deeper, taking great intoxicating breaths of her aroma, and he realized what it was doing to him only when he felt a trickle of slick precum dribbling down onto his fingers and he slowly became aware that his cock was leaking all over his hand in one messy gush of arousal after another. Sonia spread her pale, pillowy thighs then, exposing her plump labia and the downy thatch of light brown pubic hair above them to Blake's glassy stare, and even his blissfully blank mind could understand a few things. It was time for him to lick his Goddess's cunt.

He never took any real persuading. His Goddess always tasted so divine--Blake never knew for sure how much of that was his own natural enjoyment of a woman's body and how much of it was hypnotic conditioning that affected him on a level too deep for his simplified mind to remember--and of course Blake was eager to please whenever he was dumb and drowsy like this. Within moments, the air was filled with tiny little grunts of effort as he pushed his head up underneath Sonia's skirt and buried her tongue into the slick channel between her pussy lips, finding her clit and flicking away at it again and again until she was grinding her messy cunt into his face with an animalistic urgency.

That only made Blake more enthusiastic in his cunnilingus, and soon he'd added fingers in to the wet and sloppy work his tongue was doing between his Goddess's thighs. It felt instantly intuitive to pleasure his lover's cunt like this, his easy understanding of Sonia's body helped by years of hypnotic conditioning that his cock throbbed with excitement to recognize as brainwashing. She'd brainwashed him to be a mindless pussy slave, at his own express invitation, and the reality of his utter subjugation to her desires only made him lick harder and more eagerly. He was so fucking brainwashed, and oh god did it feel so fucking good.

He didn't know how long he had to lick before her pleasure reached a kind of transcendent, multi-orgasmic ecstasy that left her squirting hard all over his messy face; he only knew that once she reached that plateau, she stayed there for what felt like forever to his helplessly hypnotized brain. Blake was sure from long experience that he was going to smell like pussy for days after this visit despite several hot showers; the scent always clung to the blond curls of his beard and reminded him with every breath just how easily he descended into vapid, simpering obedience when Sonia triggered him. Which only left him more eager to return to her and experience it all over again, of course, but Blake knew he had responsibilities even if he was utterly delighted to forget exactly what they were when he was down between his Goddess's thighs like this.

Eventually, though, even Sonia's capacity for pleasure reached her limits, and she grabbed his long blond ponytail and tugged on it until even Blake's stultified mind got the message. He relented, sliding his head out from under her skirt and looking up at her with the glassy-eyed smile of a happy puppy. She leaned forward, looking down at the slick and messy erection between his fingers, and returned his sleepy smile with one of her own. "Go ahead, my silly little boy," she murmured, her voice being used for something other than moans for the first time in what felt like an eternity. "Stroke it for me now."

The reuse of his trigger somehow made Blake feel even more delightfully dumb than ever, and he found himself giggling at the sheer blissful absurdity of his own stupidity as his hand began to slide up and down the well-lubricated shaft. It just didn't seem possible that anything could make him feel this blank and giddy and unrelentingly turned on, and he felt his cock throb again and again as he struggled to reconcile the intelligent man he knew himself to be the rest of the time with the bubbly brainless fucktoy Sonia's programming transformed him into. Again and again, his simple little mind could only come to one conclusion: He was brainwashed into it. And that made him absolutely rock hard.

It was so hot to be Sonia's genuinely hypnotized, genuinely brainwashed toy. It was so fucking hot to know that he wasn't just playing along with her suggestions, he wasn't simply going with the flow so he could get his rocks off and enjoy a few kinky fun times with a lovely woman who was somewhere between a fuckbuddy and a friend with benefits. Sonia had legitimately conditioned his mind to hobble itself at her command, he could feel it every time he tried to hold onto a train of thought and it simply fizzed away into sleepy bliss as surely and as certainly as if he'd taken a deep lungful of potent marijuana, and he simply could not imagine anything more erotic even if his head wasn't muzzy with ecstasy.

"Who's my silly little boy?" Sonia cooed as he stroked, nodding her head up and down encouragingly as if she was talking to her favorite golden retriever. "Who's my silly little boy, mm? Who's a silly little boy for Goddess?" Blake couldn't help nodding right along with her, bubbly laughter now pouring from his mouth as his fingers became a blur on his stroking cock and his eyes crossed in helpless confusion. His trigger always made him so dumb for his Goddess. And he was always delighted to discover there was no limit to the bottomless depths of his vapid idiocy under her control.

Blake was cumming even before he came, his body trembling and his mind absolutely resonant with ecstasy as she hammered on his hot buttons until he rang like a tuning fork with hot, heady bliss. "Good boy, that's a good boy, totally blank, totally mindless, totally owned," she murmured, and even though Blake no longer consciously understood the meaning of the words he still picked up the warm and lavish praise in her soothing tones. It meant obedience to him, it meant pleasure, and Blake would always be able to sense that no matter how deep he went into her power. That pushed him further into orgasm than his waking mind would ever have thought possible without ejaculation.

But eventually every body had its limits, and Sonia released him when she saw that he was reaching him. "Cum for me, good boy," she purred, and he let out a strangled grunt of pleasure as a jet of semen fountained up and out to splash across Sonia's legs in an accidental tribute to her beauty and power. "That's it," she sighed out, watching him slump even deeper as exhaustion and afterglow combined to send him ever further down into the embrace of oblivion. "That's my sweet little boy. Sleep for me now, sleep in my power and let me take you and hold you and make you mine."

That was enough to crumble whatever fragments of thought Blake had left to him, and he slumped sideways onto the floor in a comfortable doze despite the hard wood beneath him. It was left to Sonia to help him to his feet and guide him over to the couch, where they cuddled amiably for a while in Blake's favorite part of their evening together. It was nice being dumb, it was wonderful being so gloriously aroused, but nothing compared to being held and petted and praised while he slowly floated in the void of post-coital aftercare. It wouldn't last, he knew. He'd have to go back to the big complicated world and the complicated self that went with it. But for now, he could be small and simple and content for his Goddess.

THE END