I couldn’t help but nod along as she described how she felt, both in the toilet and restaurant before, and had to smile to myself when she mentioned being immune to hypnosis—as if that was the only way to make someone do as you wish.<br/><br/><strong>“The mind can be a curious beast, Jaclyn, and only a small portion of it can be rationalised, broken down, or managed through logic and conscious thought. When it comes down to it, we are a mass of needs, drives, emotions and dreams that can override our good sense, and push us to do things that we never would have imagined we would do in a million years.”</strong><br/><br/>Nibbling my lip in thought, I tried to think of the best way to break it down.<br/><br/><strong>“Part of it is thanks to how we learn to respond to things we encounter through our lives, based on previous experiences. Just as we learn biting into a lemon is sour, putting our fingers into fire is painful, teasing a nipple is pleasurable or the tug of a leash deliciously submissive, so we build unconscious associations with them, so that merely the mention of them can cause the body to feel how it felt the last time you experienced them.”</strong><br/><br/>Waving a hand towards the collar and leash as a visual representation of that, I continued.<br/><br/><strong>“Not only can you use past experiences, such as when your Mistress Anne collared you, to trigger a certain way of thinking and acting, but you can direct new ones in a way that will lock certain behaviours into your mind for future exploitation.”<br/></strong><br/>I knew what I was talking about, having experienced it from both sides, but best not to get into that now.<br/><br/><strong>“In your case, she did a masterful job of building you up slowly by having you collared in front of everyone, when you were already feeling powerless and humiliated by her. That in turn triggered previous memories of how you reacted in such situations, and you fell into playing it subconsciously—clearly finding it erotic, given how horny you admitted to getting.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Then, finally, when you were riding a wave, she sent you off to orgasm, at her orders, in the most humiliating way she could find—thus locking into your brain the association of doing as she wishes, being submissive, humiliated, and the pleasure and release associated with it. That, I’m afraid, is not hypnosis, that is basic psychology.”</strong><br/><br/>Leaning back in my chair, I smiled at her sympathetically as my nail tapped the desk rhythmically in thought.<br/><br/><strong>“The problem with that kind of technique is it only gets stronger the more you are indulged in it, to the point where even the thought of carrying out those actions sparked the trained reactive response. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if you found just imagining that collar around your throat, or she voice at the end of the line caused pleasurable tingles of anticipation already.”</strong><br/><br/>Pausing, sighed a little.<br/><br/><strong>“It’s also extremely difficult to counter.”<br/></strong>