"I eat veggies and pussy," the beautiful woman says.

"I eat veggies and pussy," the beautiful, bound woman says again.

"I eat veggies and pussy," the beautiful, bound, barefoot woman says yet again.



"I eat veggies and pussy," the beautiful, bound, barefoot, blank-eyed woman says one last time.



"Not bad," Mauri says, assessing the beautiful, bound, barefoot, blanked-eyed woman from the exposed soles of her feet that twitch rhythmically to the top of her coiffed head upon which an active hypno-helmet resides. "Not bad at all."



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"I don't know," Mauri had said.



"You don't know if it will work, or if you should use it?" Cyril had said.



"Well, the latter just a bit," Mauri had said. "Mostly the former."



"The latter is for you to decide," Cyril had said. "But it will work. Guaranteed."



"Yeah, but it's so small," Mauri had said.



"Exactly, it's the portable model," Cyril had said.



"Will that little battery supply enough power?" Mauri had said.



"For a thorough, mind-wiping brainwash, no way," Cyril had said. "But for what you're describing, yes, this model with that battery will be just fine."



"Hm," Mauri had said.



"The key is to keep it simple," Cyril had said.



"How so?" Mauri had said.



"Just program in a quick mantra," Cyril had said. "Once she's under, it will repeatedly feed that mantra into her subconscious. The repetition will condition her to think and act the way you want for the short term. Definitely for a night, maybe for as long as a week."



"So you're saying I can turn my unabashedly carnivorous, stalwartly hetero friend into a carrot eating lesbian for a night or two," Mauri had said.



"Absolutely," Cyril had said.



"Hm," Mauri had said.



"Here, I'll program in those instructions right now," Cyril had said. "There, done. You can add other instructions later, if you want. But again, keeping it simple will give you the best results."



"All right," Mauri had said. "I'll give it a try."



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"Huh? What?" the beautiful, barefoot, no longer bound and blank-eyed woman says. "I must have spaced out for a second."



"I was just asking if you were hungry," Mauri says.



"Oh, yeah, I could eat," the beautiful, barefoot woman says.



"How does eggplant parmesan sound?" Mauri says.



"Amazing!" the beautiful, barefoot woman says.



"I have a good recipe for it," Mauri says. "Won't take me long to get it ready."



"You know, maybe as an appetizer..." the beautiful, barefoot woman says.



"Yes?" Mauri says.



"I could have...you," the beautiful, barefoot woman says.



"Not bad," Mauri thinks of Cyril's new portable brainwashing device. "Not bad at all."



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"A week ago, I would never have thought that I'd be eating veggies...or pussy," the beautiful, barefoot woman says.



"Oh?" Mauri says.



"Yeah," the beautiful, barefoot woman says. "Who knew what I was missing?"



"Seconds for both are available," Mauri says.



"Yes, please!" the beautiful, barefoot woman says. "But first...."



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"I also added a mantra of my own," Cyril had thought but not said, as Mauri had prepared to leave with the portable device he had given her. "Your friend will accept it as her own without you knowing it, and then she'll ensure that you accept it, too."



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"Huh? What?" Mauri says, not remembering taking off her shoes and socks, nor sitting down in the recliner. "I must have spaced out for a second."



"You were just about to tell me something," the beautiful, barefoot woman says.



"Was I? Oh, yeah...I get off on giving footjobs," Mauri says, remembering those words and their truth, though she has never thought or spoken them before.



"What a coincidence," the beautiful, barefoot woman says. "I get off on giving footjobs, too."



"I have a friend who would love to know that," Mauri says. "Let me call Cyril and see if he wants to come over tonight."



"I eat veggies and pussy," the beautiful, barefoot woman says absently, almost as if she isn't even aware that she's saying it. "And I get off on giving footjobs."



"There's definitely time to satisfy your appetites again before Cyril gets here and we get off on giving footjobs," Mauri says, slyly thinking about how her friend is about to pleasure her once more, while not thinking at all about why she suddenly wants to do the same to Cyril.