Amanda’s boyfriend had prepared a present for her birthday – an appointment with a hypnotist to help her succeed at the law firm. The hypnotist would condition her, tell her that she could be anything, that she would dedicate herself to her chosen pursuit, make it the whole of who she was, the entirety of her identity, and excel.
She sat in a trance as the hypnotist told her those things, and listened as the hypnotist said, “Now, when I snap my fingers you will leave this room, and walk out into the waiting room and see your boyfriend, and he will tell you what you are going to be, and you are going to be the best version of that thing you can be.”
He snapped his fingers, and she skipped eagerly from the room into her boyfriend’s arms. She snuggled against him, and waited for him to say the words “commercial lawyer”, and activate her newly conditioned motivation to strive for perfection in that field.
Instead he leaned down to bring his mouth against her ear and said, slowly and deliberately, “obedient, stupid, rapeable fucktoy”…
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