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Your hypnotist has you in a haptic suit, with a VR headset. They're looking forward to brainwashing you.

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Your hypnotist looked over at you from their computer. You were sat, reclined in a pretty sturdy chair. “Okay, hon, you ready for this?” They asked. “It might be a bit intense, to begin with. But you’ll get used to it, I promise. Okay. Haptic sensor test, say where you can feel sensations.”

You felt a soft ripple down your biceps. “Arms.” You said. They nodded as the sensation stopped. There was nothing for a few moments. And then you felt something press on your chest. “Chest.” Again, they nodded, smiling, as a gentle vibration began on your upper legs.

“Legs.” The sensation moved inwards, concentrating on your thighs. “Thighs.” And then it concentrated between your legs, causing a moan to slip from your lips. “mmm… hey.” The sensation stopped, and they laughed, flashing you a grin as they pressed a button.

“Sorry hon, just had to be sure…” They said, looking at their monitors. “Right, let me just check the optics and audio…” They quickly pulled the VR headset over their head for a few seconds. “Yeah, that’s working fine. Okay. Are you ready?” They asked.

They slipped the headset off their head, and held it out to you. “Absolutely, completely ready.” You said, as you took it from them.

“Excellent, then put that on, and adjust the straps.” They turned back to their computer. “Just gotta set the file back to the beginning, re-enable haptics…” They were muttering as you finished tightening the straps. “Okay, just give your head a little shake, make sure it’s secure.”

You did as they asked. The headset didn’t move. “Good. Right, beginning in three, two, one, go.” You heard them press a button, and the light from the headset’s screen seemed to dim. A voice spoke into your left ear, slightly robotic. “Beginning overload brainwashing.”

And with that, it began. Different voices, overlapping, intertwining.

“You’re such a good toy.”              “Don’t resist, sweetie.”         “This is going to break your brain.”

They pinned down your errant thoughts and snuffed them out.

“Good toys listen.”                  “Resistance is dumb.”               “You want your brain broken.”

At the same time, lights and patterns began to dance before your eyes.

“You’ll be even better.”       “So if you resist, you’re stupid.” “You want your mind controlled.”

Then the haptic suit kicked in. Everything was so intense. It felt incredible.