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This story contains explicit content and non-consensual acts. The you of the second-person narrative represents ZoeDrone, who has given her consent (and expressed her desire) to be presented in the way depicted.

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Your Friend Sofia

Your friend Sofia has always managed to get her way, whether by guile, wile, or her pretty smile.

When you show up at her place after having not seen her for a long time, she greets you with a hug, invites you in, and leads you to a cozy den. She compliments how good you look in your sweater, jeans, and pumps. While you chose your outfit because you thought it really worked for you, it flatters you that Sofia thinks so, too.

You notice and say as much that she, too, looks amazing. You're a bit surprised to find her barefoot, as that isn't her style, even when lounging at home as she is. But her lack of footwear doesn't diminish her attractiveness. If anything, you observe, it suits her and accentuates her sexiness.

Once you're both seated, she invites you to take off your shoes. You don't really want to. You like the way they look, and they're quite comfortable. But there's something about the way she says it. On the surface, it's just her being polite. Yet there's a subtext there that speaks more of insistence than invitation.

You're not fully aware of why you do something that you don't really want to, but you nonetheless take her up on her invitation (insistence) and remove your shoes. You aren’t wearing hose, so your feet are now bare. This seems to make Sofia happy, which, for reasons you're also not fully aware of, makes you happy, too.

As the two of you chat and catch up, Sofia reclines on the love seat she's on and puts her feet up on the arm of it. This puts them squarely in your field of vision. She casually moves them around in a loose, spiraling pattern.

You don't consciously realize that your gaze finds her feet and never leaves them. The conversation continues, with you both taking equal part in it and you completely oblivious of your visual fixation.

Similarly, when she begins stating exactly what is happening, it doesn't consciously register with you. Even when she says things like captivated, sleepy, can't resist, falling under my power, and hypnotized to describe the effect of you staring at her continuously spiraling feet, you don't understand that you’re snared and helpless to do anything about it.

All you know is that you feel pleasantly drowsy. And then, as your eyes flutter close and stay that way, you know nothing else.

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When you wake up some time later, you remember everything that led up to you losing consciousness. It's disconcerting that Sofia’s insistence was enough to make you do something you didn’t want. But it’s downright frightening that she somehow had the ability to hypnotize you without you even knowing it was happening.

True, she always seems to get her way, but does that equate to her being such a skilled and subtle hypnotist? Maybe it does. In any case, you didn't come over here to be subjected to such skills without your consent. And so now it’s time to go and probably to re-evaluate keeping a friendship with someone as sneaky and underhanded as she is.

But you can't go. As you shake off the grogginess of sleep, you find yourself unable to move.

Exploration of your condition quickly reveals that you are no longer in the den. You're in a small room that you're unfamiliar with. You're seated upright on a chaise lounger with your legs stretched out before you.

When you first see the taut bands pressing down on your ankles, knees, and thighs, it doesn't compute. But then, realization dawns on you that you are restrained. The restraints also cover your stomach, shoulders, upper arms, and wrists. This is why you can't move. What the hell?

But even more shocking is your state of dress. You remember that you were barefoot before being hypnotized, but now everything is bare. You're starkly naked. The restraints don’t even cover your exposed breasts or vagina. WHAT THE HELL?

The sound of a sly giggle makes you aware that you’re not alone. You look up to see Sofia sitting in a chair off to your side. She has one leg crossed over the other, and she bobs her bare foot up and down. You quickly and warily look away from that foot, although you doubt that her hypnotic abilities only reside in that particular body part. And you also figure that she could probably hypnotize you with her eyes or any other way that she chose.

But you're not hypnotized now, and you're furious. You demand to know what she did to you and why. As you rant, you push against your bonds. Your efforts to free yourself are futile, but you try like hell anyway. Sofia just watches you, bobs her foot, and grins like a crocodile.

She tells you to calm down, that she isn’t going to hurt you, and in fact she will make the experience very pleasurable for you. What experience? The experience of serving and obeying her as your dominating mistress, she informs you.

You’re not having that, not at all. You increase your struggles and tell her in no uncertain terms and with much vulgarity that she had better release you, give you back your clothes, and then leave you the hell alone for the rest of your life.

She nods very seriously and says, yes, of course, that is what she must do. Then, she grins and giggles again before telling you that your threats are as adorable as they are ineffectual. Her attitude only spurs you on to more physical struggles and more verbal protests, much to her amusement.

After a few moments of gleefully watching your unproductive efforts, she says it’s time to get things started. She begins by pointing out a small camera on the wall opposite where you sit. You are being recorded and broadcast as she speaks. This knowledge in conjunction with your nakedness makes you feel more vulnerable and exposed than you ever have before. Only your seething anger keeps you from wanting to give up and cry.

Other women have been in your situation before, she says. You will see their recordings and learn from them. Learn what from them? You will learn submission, subservience, and obedience. You snort defiantly. She laughs and nods, emphasizing that you will indeed learn those things.

She takes out her phone and enters several commands into it. In response, a small, curved screen lowers from the ceiling, stopping right in front of your eyes. It turns on and displays a constantly changing collage of images.

All the images show naked women, who are seated and bound in the same or similar chair you are in. They, too, watch a screen positioned before their eyes. They also have odd devices that vaguely resemble salon hair dryers covering the tops of their heads. Their eyes are wide open but glazed over. Their nipples are hard, and they are wet between their legs.

You’ve seen enough. You’re not going to look any more. But when you go to turn your head, you feel a sharp, unpleasant jolt at your temples. So you keep your head facing forward and instead close your eyes. After a second of them being shut, you suffer the same shock and immediately open them.

Keep your eyes focused on the screen, and there will be no pain, Sofia explains. In fact, you’ll find yourself starting to enjoy what you’re seeing. You tell her where she can go and how she can get there…but you do what she says to avoid more discomfort.

She asks if you know what you’re watching. You don’t. What you’re watching is all of those various women being brainwashed. This is the first step in brainwashing you, the recording of which will later be used to subvert the will of others.

You don’t understand how it’s supposed to work, and she doesn’t say. But then, you begin feeling aroused, and that feeling rapidly increases. You realize that whatever delivered the painful shocks to you is also somehow making you feel this way. Although you can’t see it, you surmise that the same hair-dryer/brainwasher thing from the images you’re watching resides over your scalp.

Yes, you’re certain now that it does. You can just make out its shadow in your peripheral vision, and you can hear a soft, rhythmic, almost seductive hum coming from it.

The machine continues stimulating you, as you watch the same thing happening to the women on the screen. Second after second, you find yourself more and more aroused, as well as less and less angry. Your instilled desire fills the entirety of your psyche, leaving no room for any other feeling or emotion.

You had almost forgotten that Sofia was there in the room with you. But now you hear her voice. Much like before, she says things to you that don’t fully register in your conscious mind. Your subconscious, though, takes in her telling you over and over again to submit, serve, and obey.

As she conditions your now pliant mind with verbal commands, you also feel her work on you physically. Her deft fingers find all the right spots and exploit them to escalate your arousal and pleasure.

At least, you think that is what’s happening. You don’t actually see it because you can’t pull your eyes away from the screen. It could be that the machine makes you think she is there, massaging you in all the perfect ways. You don’t know either way. And you don’t care.

All you know and care about is that you want to come. More than anything in the world, you want to. You need to. But you can’t. She won’t allow it. She will later, when she’s done with you, when you’re ready, when you’re brainwashed. So, you must be a good little subject and break down for her, break completely down and submit to the process. Then, and only then, she will grant you the ecstatic release that you desire above all else.

Your conditioning progresses. The physical and mental stimulation combined with the steady stream of images seeps into your subconscious and takes root there. You know that you must submit, serve, and obey. Not only must you, but you want to. You find it immensely arousing and pleasurable to give up control of your mind to your mistress. You also find it intoxicatingly erotic to watch other women being brainwashed.

You are ready. You are brainwashed. She has broken you. She has bent you wholly and fully to her will. Now, you may have your reward. Now, you may climax.

And climax you do. You come with a wail of unfettered delight. You do it again and again and again, and then finally, one more time. You sit there, panting for breath, as the screen goes dark and raises back up into the ceiling. The hair dryer/brainwasher lifts off of your head.

You are exhausted. Your eyes grow heavy. They close, and you sleep.

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The next thing you know, you are back in Sofia’s den. She lounges on the love seat. You kneel before her. You are naked. Her bare feet are in your hands. You lovingly caress and lick them.

As far as you know, this is what you like. This is what you want. This is normal. No hypnosis or brainwashing was required to make you do this. Of course, Sofia is a skilled hypnotist. And if you’re lucky, she will put you under her spell and wrap your submissive mind even more around her little finger than it already is. Oh yes, that would be lovely. But even if she doesn’t, you will continue doting on her, pleasing her, and pleasuring her because you like to, you want to, and it is perfectly normal.

Although you are fully conscious as you attend to Sofia, you don’t really hear her when she begins asking you questions. How do you feel about serving and obeying her? How do you feel about making other women serve and obey? You don’t realize that you’re answering her, nor do you think that her affirmative nodding and broad grin come from anything other than the devotion you’re giving her.

Then something happens that you also don’t realize. Sofia’s expression changes. Her eyes glaze over. Her smile fades. Her head lolls. A moment later she stares down at you.

She withdraws her feet from your gentle grasp.

Sit back, she tells you. Watch, she says. As you scoot back away from her, she begins rhythmically moving her foot in a spiraling pattern before your eyes. You immediately know that she is hypnotizing you. Your eyes lock on her foot. And with all resistance having been scrubbed from your brain to be replaced with pining desire, you quickly slip back into a suggestible trance state.

In addition to serving and obeying me, she says, you must serve and obey my master. Mindlessly compliant as you are, you easily accept this command. When he calls for you, you must go to him. You affirm that you will do this. You must always be barefoot for him. Yes, you will always be barefoot for him. You will pleasure him with your feet and in any other way that he desires. Yes, you will pleasure him with your feet and in any other way that he desires. You must brainwash other women for him. Yes, you will brainwash other women for him.

You wake up to find yourself sitting on the floor, leaning back against a chair with your legs spread apart. Were you just asleep, or better yet, hypnotized? You don’t know. You see that your toes are curling and uncurling. And you realize that your fingers are inside you, working their magic and making you feel amazing.

Sofia is still on the love seat, looking like she has just woken up, too. Her eyes find you, and she smiles. She watches you masturbate until you climax. She gives you a moment to revel in the pleasure. Then, she lifts up her legs and wiggles her toes. You recognize the gesture as a nonverbal command to move back to her and continue your devoted worship.

Thoroughly brainwashed to serve and obey as you are, you do as you are told….