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“How do you feel?” he asks, his voice warm and gentle in her ears. The corners of her lips twitch for a moment in a very slight smile, before her expression once more becomes placid and blank. Her eyes don’t even glance in his direction. They’re entirely focused on the wind chimes, lost in the way the crystals gently turn in the slight breeze created by the fan.

“Empty,” she mumbles in a lazy monotone. Her mouth moves just enough to get the words out, and she slurs them with exhaustion, but he’s quite practiced at picking out the key sounds from a hypnotic subject’s dazed and dreamy speech. It helps that he placed the words in her head to begin with.

“And why do you feel empty?” he asks. He reaches out to pet her hair as he speaks, and he’s gratified to watch her body relax even further. Her shoulders slump into a drowsy sag, and her head wobbles ever so slightly on her neck. She’s so deep now that the only thing holding her upright is obedience. He can’t think of anything more erotic.

“Because you emptied me,” she says, her voice conveying nothing but a tranquil calm. If there were any thoughts she needed to think, anything important she had to tell him, she would say it, but they’ve spent many blissful hours over the last few months helping her let go of everything and relax. And this is the reward. He’s honestly not sure which of them is being rewarded, though.

“And you want this, don’t you?” He’s not really asking her; they spent hours of happy, waking conversations establishing exactly that before he even began putting her under, and many more discussions afterward checking in to make sure she was getting her needs met. No, he’s asking because it sounds so hot when she replies.

“Yes, Master,” she sighs out, the pleasure causing her eyelids to flutter for a moment before they return to the steady stare. “I want what you tell me to want.” She’s so wet he can smell her arousal, a heady musk that fills the room, but she’s too deep to move without his command. She told him she wanted to be a blank and mindless plaything, and he’s happy to oblige her right now. He has all sorts of ideas about how to give her the climax she’s too deep to tell him that she badly needs.

“So when I want you to be my empty girl…” he whispers, his voice husky with arousal. His cock is stiff in his trousers, he’s already getting undressed, but he holds back a little longer. Just long enough to tease her mindless mind the way she loves so much.

“When you tell me to be empty,” she says, as he spreads her legs wide, “then my will drains away. And I’m yours.” It’s as simple as that to her now. She’s everything she wants to be, everything he wants her to be. All he needs to do now is show her how much pleasure being his mindless toy can bring…and as he slides deep into her wet cunt, he feels sure that won’t be a problem.

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