“Vacant, empty, must obey, Kimmy fucks her mind away.” The words came easily to her lips now, weeks of programming carving them into her mind like a river carved a path through sandstone. Her eyes began to flutter as the soft, pulsing buzz of the vibrating egg hidden beneath her panties slowly teased her cunt into slick, messy bliss. She adjusted her position slightly, keeping her legs squeezed tightly together as she knelt in front of the webcam so that the throb of the toy would reverberate all the more intensely.
“Vacant, empty, must obey, Kimmy fucks her mind away.” The thrum of the sex toy increased ever so slightly as she repeated her mantra, and Kimmy’s head lolled back on her shoulders as the lazy, drifting pleasure began to get to her. It didn’t take long; some evenings, Kimmy felt like her thoughts were already settling into blank, blissful obedience almost before she got down on her knees. It was the ritual of the thing that made it so deliciously irresistible–taking the cushions and blankets and laying them out in front of the webcam to form an improvised altar, carefully slipping the vibrator into her pussy until just the little antenna stuck out, putting on her collar and panties… it all told her body and mind that it was time to stop thinking and start obeying. And every time, it got easier.
“Vacant, empty… must obey… Kimmy fucks her mind away…” God, she was so wet already. She could feel the little egg buzzing merrily inside her, turning her cunt into a sopping mess that soaked into her panties as her fingers found her naked breasts and began to tease her nipples. She squeezed her legs together rhythmically, encouraging her pussy to drip and dribble and make a nice big damp patch to show what a good girl she was. Later, she would mail the panties to an address that always seemed to flow easily from her fingers but that her eyes registered only as a blur.
“V-vacant, empty, must… obey, Kimmy fucks her mind away…” She didn’t know where her owner lived, she couldn’t remember their face or their name or even their screen handle anymore. The slow, measured repetitions of her chant combined with the constant, drifting pleasure of being teased by her toy always left her brain a muddled fog by the time she was actually programmed, and Kimmy found it easier and easier to let things slip away from her waking self. Her slave self would remember. Kimmy could just… just fuck her mind away…. Her whole body shuddered in pleasure as the depth of her surrender hit her all over again.
“…vacant… empty… m-must o… bey… kimmy fucks… her mind… away…” The hot, tingling ecstasy flowed through her whole body, radiating out from her tits and cunt until every nerve ending seemed to glow with pleasure. Someday, she knew, she would forget even agreeing to be brainwashed like this. The memory of receiving the toy in the mail would become unmoored from her life before her programming, a mystery and a fantasy all rolled into one until all she would be allowed to know was that she had been ensnared by a stranger’s hypnotic wiles and made to condition herself into obedience. So that when she finally met her owner, out on the street or at a restaurant or wherever they decided to claim her, she wouldn’t even know who they were until they took out the remote and made her body buzz with bliss. Kimmy daydreamed about that moment a lot.
“vacant. empty. must obey. kimmy fucks her mind away.” But not right now. Right now, Kimmy wasn’t thinking about anything at all. And she couldn’t imagine anything more wonderful.
(Like this flash fiction? Want to see more? Visit https://www.patreon.com/Jukebox, or drop me a tip at https://ko-fi.com/jukebox!)