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Making you systematically betray each of your principles with your tits out and a dumb smile on your face

I can't stop thinking about helping dykebreak my little sister, fixing all her silly ideas about 'they' pronouns and all that dumb "nonbinary lesbian" stuff, teaching her to deepthroat boycock, praising her as she loses her gold star to the same boy who broke her big sister ♡

“Umm, what was I doing again?“ Ever since the seminar, Melanie had been finding it hard to remember things. The seminar itself was good; Melanie remembered really enjoying the speaker, which was a bit of a surprise. Usually, the people the university brought in for these “Women’s Empowerment” seminars were quite boring.

This time, however, it was… different. She wasn’t sure exactly why. Melanie couldn’t put her finger on what it was about the speaker that stood out so much. She actually couldn’t remember much of anything about him. She just remembered him being so… good to listen to. 

“Hi Melanie.” A man’s voice called out to her. She turned to see someone approaching her. She didn’t recognize him, but decided to stop anyways.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” Melanie asked the man. She thought he was very handsome. The very definition of tall, dark, and mysterious. He looked a little older… maybe a Senior at the school. He seemed familiar to her, as if she had met him somewhere before… a frat party maybe.

“It’s Chris.” The said matter of factly and in a way that made Melanie feel as if she was silly for not knowing. 

“Um, I’m sorry. I can’t seem to remember you.” The confused co-ed looked away, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“We met after your seminar last month. I was speaking at it.” Chris said with a sly smile. “You don’t remember?”

“No,” Melanie admitted, “I mean, I remember the seminar. And the speaker was really good. But I didn’t recognize you. I’ve been having a bit of a tough time remembering things lately. I’m so sorry.”

Chris laughed and touched Melanie on the shoulder. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re just a dumb little girl. No one expects you to remember anything important.”

A sudden rage ignited inside Melanie. She wanted to tear this guy apart for saying something so disgustingly chauvinistic. Just as she was about to open her mouth and yell, however, something in her brain stopped her. It was like a switch had been flipped and, suddenly, her anger completely disappeared. 

He is right; she thought, I’m a dumb little girl. I can’t remember important things. Wait… why did I just say that….

“Confused, Melanie?” Chris interrupted her thoughts. “It’s okay. You don’t need to understand.”

“I….” She struggled to find words. Everything he said sounded so… true. His words becoming her gospel. “I… don’t need to understand?…” Her voice trailing off at the end, making it sound like more of a statement than a question

“That’s right, Melanie.” He put his hand on the side of her face; the tips of his finger at her temples. His touch sent dull waves of compliance through her, leaving her more vulnerable to his words. “You’re my mindless hypno-slave. I am your Master.”

Melanie blinked before her eyes entered into a blank stare. “I am your mindless hypno-slave. You are my Master.”

“Good girl. Now, follow me. It’s time to bring you home.”