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Carmen

"Yes, I like sex..." A pause as I listened to his next factual statement.
"Yes, anything." It was easier and easier as he said, each time I went under quicker and quicker. Without noticing, without fighting, my mind readily accepted what he said as fact and readily I agreed to anything he asked of me.
Why?
Because he was right!
"A slut." The only answer in my mind as I floated around in his voice once again. "A woman who craves sex... will do anything for sex.. is a slut.." My tone almost questioning, wanting to know his answers instead of my own.
 
"That's right Carmen. But there isn't anything wrong with being a slut is there? No of course not. There isn't anything wrong with wanting sex all the time, craving it, doing anything to get it. Not at all."

"And can you tell me what you call a woman who will do anything for a man? Obey any order, simply because he told her too? What do you call those women?"
 
Carmen

His question gave me pause as my mind searched for the word. "S-Sub.. missive..?" The word was one I had been fighting the whole time, being told to serve, to be submissive to a man.. a single male who would control my life..
"Submissive." It came out the second time, though my brows furrowed slightly as if trying to get out of the fog.
 
"That's good Carmen. You are right, a woman who will obey a man s submissive. Now lets give this man that a submissive woman obeys a title. after all, if he is important enough for a woman to obey without question, then he deserves a title. Lets call him Master. Now, if he is the master..... What does that make the submissive woman that obeys him? What is her title Carmen?"
 
Carmen

"Slave." I said clearly as I watched him hovering over me. His words so smooth in sound, so pleasing.. I wanted to hear more, the shivers passed down my spine with recognition.. The machine was telling me the same things, over and over again.
A master would appease my lusts, keep me happy if I kept him happy. It made my clit tingle to life once again. Instead of touching myself, I clenched up my fists as i sat there unmoving.
 
"That's very good Carmen, and that is exactly right. A slave obeys her master. Now, We've learned that a woman who craves sex and who will do anything to get sex is a slut. Do you crave sex Carmen? Is there anything you won't do, given permission from your master of course, to get sex?"

"We also learned that a woman who obeys a man without question is submissive, and that she is that man's slave. Would you question an order from your master Carmen? Would you refuse him anything? Whomever he is?"

"So, what does that make you Carmen?"
 
Carmen

"That's very good Carmen, and that is exactly right. A slave obeys her master. Now, We've learned that a woman who craves sex and who will do anything to get sex is a slut. Do you crave sex Carmen?"

"Yes, I crave sex.." I whispered.

"Is there anything you won't do, given permission from your master of course, to get sex?" His voice gave me a shiver as I answered instantly.

"No." shifting on the bed, this talk was making me ache but it was not the prominate thought in my mind. His voice was my center right now.

"We also learned that a woman who obeys a man without question is submissive, and that she is that man's slave. Would you question an order from your master Carmen?"

"No." My eyes glazed a little stared at his belt buckle on his jeans, thinking over what he was asking me was not a question. Instant answers came from my lips, from the recordings on those tapes.

"Would you refuse him anything? Whomever he is?"
"No, I would do as he asked of me.." A small shifting on the bed, but the attention was still one hundred percent on him and his voice.

"So, what does that make you Carmen?"

I thought for only a moment before I glanced up at him and answered frankly, "A slut slave."
 
"That's good Carmen. That's very good. That is exactly what you are. Now I want you to think about this very caerfully. As carefully as a horny, submissive slut slave like you can. Is being a slut slave wrong? Do you feel bad about what you are?"
 
Carmen

Sitting there a moment as instructed, thinking.. Or at least attempting to. With all the audio playing in my head and his statements as being facts there was but one conclusion to this and one answer.
"No." I fell silent as I awaited his next question, eagerly wishing him to speak to me yet again.
 
"I didn't think you found anything wrong with it. In fact, I think you love it, don't you. You love being a slut slave. You embrace it fully, and relish the feelings of freedom itgives you to focus on the two things that matter most to you, sex and your master."
 
Carmen

Nodding my head, I looked up into his face, "Yes." Watching intently to see if my answers pleased him or not? Again something nagged in the back of my mind, another voice screaming something, but I could not hear it above the soothing voice of the man standing above me.
 
"I'm glad to hear that. Because I would hate to see a slut slave not enjoy her life. Or feel bad about what she is. But you won't have a problem with that."

"when you wake up, you will forget we had the conversation, but you will feel happy and secure in your place in life, knowing that you are a slut slave, and that you love it. And when I count down to one, you will wake up."

He counted down and started walking to the door. "I'll leave you alone to get some sleep Carmen. You look like you need it."
 
Carmen

i awoke and was actually aware that I had a black out of some kind? Chalking it up to tiredness, I nodded as I laid down on the bed. Not bothering to cover up or even shower, I was soon sound asleep, dreaming of serving.
 
He let her sleep through breakfast and lunch, considering her ordeal in the chair the night before. Her answers under hypnosis came easier than he would have thought, and she seemed quite susceptible to suggestion. Everyone had their weakness.

When dinner time came he walked in as usual, and put her tray through the bars. "Dinner time Carmen. You must be hungry. Since you've been so good lately, I think I'll give you some dessert tonight."
 
Carmen

I awoke to his voice calling dinner out. Stretching and yawning, I sat up and glanced at him before blinking a few times.
"Dessert?" making no more mention of it, only a tad confused and still wondering over the 'black outs' I stood up and retrieved the tray. Sitting back on the bed, I ate in silence once again. Lost in my own thoughts of confusion and denial one moment.. acceptance the next.
I felt myself responding sexually already getting turned on thinking about being commanded to do things. Rubbing my temples a little, I felt odd but at the same time did not understand just what was bothering me?
 
"So how are you feeling Carmen? I'm thinking of giving up trying to enslave you. After all, nothing has worked yet. You're still the same person you were when you came in." He smiled wondering how she would react to that.
 
Carmen

"Oh? I am?" I didn't feel any different only thought differently is all.
"Are you sure? Did you try everything?" Why was I tempting him to continue?! I shuddered a little and shifted, "What I meant was.. Umm.. Oh never mind.. it's just that... well... I don't mind the experiment, even if it.. doesn't work..?" I glanced up at him and quickly down to my plate, not wanting to admit I was beginning to like the idea.
 
"Well I'm not getting any results, and it is a waste of resources to continue. The only thing that would make mekeep going is if somehow, you were a repressed submissive, and you let that side of yourself out."

He smiled.
 
Carmen

I stared at him intently a moment before speaking, "re-repressed?" I stopped for a moment, wondering how to answer this question?
"How would I kn-know that?"
 
"well, since nothing I've done has had any effect on you that I can se," he lied, "anything you are feeling muct come from you. Do you feel submissive?"
 
Carmen

I watched him intently once again, thinking over his question.

I flushed bright red as I thought about all I dreamt about, slowly I nodded my head to affirm I was indeed feeling submissive lately.

Looking away from him for a moment, I chewed my lip and tried to hide my nervous confession.
 
"Well that certainly isn't my doing. So that must be you. Anything else you've noticed?"

He smiled to himself, this would morethan llikely cement his changes in her personality, while maintaining who she was before. He already knew what he was going to do with her now.
 
Carmen

I nodded again, blushing a little as I spoke softly, "Constantly aroused lately... horny but it isnt enough that I do it.. so much as a man does it for me..... And.." I flushed again and averted my eyes as I gazed at the door.
"Wet alot, dreams, black outs too..." I paused a moment, not wanting to glance at him.
 
"What do you think it all means? The black out are probably your minds way of saying that you've held back enough and it's time to let go and be yourself. Wouldn't you agree?"
 
Carmen

I purposely left out the dreams of being subdued by a man as well as eagerly servicing him in wanton abandon.
"I think it means... That it means, I like the idea of being submissive?" I glanced up at him, meeting his eyes through the glass.
 
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