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Allie's head peeked around the heavy brown door as her eyes sweeped the room. Four walls, completely pristine white. Two doors leading out, also completely clean, almost blending into the wall. No desk. No people.

She played nervously with a strand of red hair as she entered the room, hearing the door slam shut behind her. Of course there wouldn't be a receptionist. Brain Drain knew she was coming to the recruitment centre, because Brain Drain had made her come. She literally had no choice but to arrive exactly on time.

It's a bit creepy tha-

The thought stopped, and she suddenly smiled.

I love how convenient BDR makes the interview process by having me already brainwashed!

But her mouth settled into a frown again as she looked around the sterile room. The walls looked completely blank, but they were almost definitely covered with subliminals, making her think correctly (just like I should be!). She was able to detect the subliminals when she watched streams now, hearing the words which made her obey. But here the walls were still depressingly blank, offering no insight into what hypnosis she was now under.

I must not be deep enough yet... But if I become even more controlled by BDR I'm sure I'll be rewarded by being able to see the subliminals!

Do I want tha-

That's why I'm here! If I'm employed as a thrall I can learn more about how BDR makes me happy, and help other people learn as well.

Allie's deep mental conversation with herself obscured the sound of another door closing behind her, but her attention was drawn by the new arrival clearing his throat. She looked up to see a man noting something on a clipboard with an approving smile.

Yes! Good first impression, he must have seen my blank smile while I was thinking!

He looked as much a scientist as a businessman. Over his waistcoat and pinstriped trousers was a long white coat, and his lightly stubbled face had a pair of sunglasses. Allie could swear she saw spirals reflected faintly in them.

Ohhh, the interviewer needs to be protected from the subliminals...

Does that mean the subliminals are bad for m-

He is too important to see the subliminals. But I clearly need to be brainwashed more. I should allow the subliminals to affect me. I need BDR to enthrall me even more.

She snapped back to attention in the real world. Her feet were already walking on their own, following the man through another featureless corridor. Her mouth opened a bit in shocked appreciation for how powerful the subliminals must be - they could even control her body subconsciously.

BDR is so powerful. I love BDR!

She was sat down now. Another beautifully blank room, the interviewer smiling thinly at her across the table. His accent was smooth (maybe he's even saying subliminals) as he began to ask her questions. They went through a few formalities of confirming identity. She'd already sent the details through online, so he was really just confirming the trance had worked.

"So why do you want to work for Brain Drain?"

"W-well..." She was suddenly nervous. How do you even explain that it's not so much a want to as a need to? Especially when they are fully aware of that.

Oh I just said that out loud...

But the man gave an approving nod as he noted her response.

"My apologies, we are well aware of the compulsion we gave you and others who watched the video to come here. I meant to ask what you can bring to Brain Drain? Why should we bring you on as a thrall instead of leaving you brainwashed in your normal life?"

"Oh I get it! So, I am a fairly popular streamer, so you could use my stream to spread subliminals. And I'm influential enough that I could do other covert things for BDR as well, I think."

He was noting down her words, but not smiling. Come on Allie, how else can you serve? How else can you make BDR happy? She smiled as she played with her hair again.

"Plus, well, look at me. If I'm fully enthralled I'm sure BDR can find some use for this." She gestured generally at her own body with an all-too-proud grin. The man blushed, but then made a note as stoically as possible.

"As interesting a concept as that is, we could theoretically use you for that at any time without employing you. And for the stream, we already have Hafu..."

That name brought back memories. Hafu was how this all started for Allie. How she began her journey which would end as being a thrall of BDR. Just like Hafu clearly was already.

"... But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a bit of redundancy. Oh? I'm sensing a reaction. Please elaborate, Allie." He sat back, pen on notepad again.

"Oh, well, it's just that Hafu is how my brainwashing started." She began to tell the story, as precisely as possible.

She had just hosted Hafu after a day of streaming, and decided to watch for a bit. It was entirely normal. Or seemed that way at least. But something just felt a bit... off about the stream. So she messsaged Rumay in a private chat about it. She was just wondering if there were any technical issues she might also have to watch out for. (Or at least, that's how she rationalised the compulsion the subliminals gave her).

And she had replied with a download to watch to explain the issues. Allie had clicked on it innocently, and suddenly the screen was filled with swirling, pulsing colours. She had tried to close the window in confusion, but before her hand had even moved, she didn't mind anymore. Something about those colours was just so... right. They were soothing her, relaxing her. She enjoyed just watching them change and move and flash and wipe away all her worries. There were words there as well.

Relax.

Submit.

Listen.

She was already relaxed... And she was definitely not fighting back against it, so she supposed she was submissive. So she just needed to do the last thing. She put on her headphones. And then the experience got even better. It was like there was a direct feed to her brain of the feeling of the colours. The sounds were making her thoughts ebb and swirl and change like the tides. She heard words. No. She heard her new thoughts.

Brain Drain Records has hypnotised me. But I love being hypnotised. So I love Brain Drain Records. I will obey Brain Drain. I love to obey Brain Drain. I need to obey Brain Drain. Brain Drain is my reason to exist. I live only to serve Brain Drain. I must give myself to Brain Drain. I must allow them to brainwash me more. I am only hypnotised. I am fully hypnotised. I need to serve. I need to go deeper. I need to become fully a thrall. My only goal in life is to become a thrall. I live only to be enthralled by Brain Drain. I will thank Higher Thrall Rumay for allowing me to become enslaved. Then I will ask to be enthralled. Then I will serve. I love this. I live for this.

She was back in the present, getting an approving nod from the interviewer. She blushed, she had just said it all out loud again.

That's not embarrassing, it's what I'm meant to say.

So she smiled again, happy that this might help her become a thrall.

"Well, Allie, you're definitely enthusiastic. But if so simple a trigger can cause you to go into full trance mode again, you will definitely need more orientation before we can make you a Thrall. Luckily, while you were doing that delightful self-reinforcement, I got approval to start the process right away."

Oh no! I'll never be able to resist if he starts right no-

Why would I want to resist. I exist to be enslaved. It's great that silly non-hypnotised part of my brain will be silenced now!

And without another word, the man pressed a button on the table, and the chamber's white lighting turned into a strange, almost neon purple. A blacklight, maybe, as it definitely highlighted some stains on the table... But more importantly, she could see the subliminals now! A preview of what life as a thrall would be like! There were spirals spinning on the wall opposite her. To her left were words flashing and pulsing. To her right a series of strange, incomprehensible images...

If she just focused... She could see the-...

She could hear now as well.

Was it hidden speakers? Or her own thoughts? It didn't matter.

I think what Brain Drain wants me to think.

I am entranced. I am deep under trance. This is my favourite state.

I am ready for further programming.

My wants don't matter. Only my needs.

I already know I need to obey, and I need to serve.

I need to be wiped clean.

My personality is to be decided by Brain Drain.

My thoughts are Brain Drain's choice.

My wishes are irrelevant. I do not want anything.

Brain Drain just wants things of me.

And I am happy to serve.

Because I am entranced and I love it.

I want nothing else.

Because I am nothing else.

Except hypnotised.

Entranced.

Being brainwashed.

Becoming a thrall.

Ready to serve.

But not yet.

I need more training. More brainwashing. I will only be happy when it is complete.

When I can do what I need to do.

Serve Brain Drain. With everything I am.

Because everything I am will be a thrall. I am becoming blank.

These are my only thoughts.

She numbly felt her body move. Clothes being removed as she prepared for pleasure conditioning. She didn't even need to think about it. She moved on her own, the body which was ready to be a slave of Brain Drain needed to move only as Brain Drain wanted.

But she did feel happy.

This was the next stage in becoming a Thrall.

There would be so much pleasure like this in her future.

Slave Allie smiled, and her mouth opened in a moan of pleasure, as her mind was wiped clean.

She obeyed.

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So today's story comes from the idea of "What if the protagonist was already hypnotised, and the story was about them going deeper?" Hope you all enjoy!

Thanks as always to my Mistress HypnoAlicia for the BDR concept!

Description

Allie's head peeked around the heavy brown door as her eyes sweeped the room. Four walls, completely pristine white. Two doors leading out, also completely clean, almost blending into the wall. No desk. No people.

She played nervously with a strand of red hair as she entered the room, hearing the door slam shut behind her. Of course there wouldn't be a receptionist. Brain Drain knew she was coming to the recruitment centre, because Brain Drain had made her come. She literally had no choice but to arrive exactly on time.

It's a bit creepy tha-

The thought stopped, and she suddenly smiled.

I love how convenient BDR makes the interview process by having me already brainwashed!

But her mouth settled into a frown again as she looked around the sterile room. The walls looked completely blank, but they were almost definitely covered with subliminals, making her think correctly (just like I should be!). She was able to detect the subliminals when she watched streams now, hearing the words which made her obey. But here the walls were still depressingly blank, offering no insight into what hypnosis she was now under.

I must not be deep enough yet... But if I become even more controlled by BDR I'm sure I'll be rewarded by being able to see the subliminals!

Do I want tha-

That's why I'm here! If I'm employed as a thrall I can learn more about how BDR makes me happy, and help other people learn as well.

Allie's deep mental conversation with herself obscured the sound of another door closing behind her, but her attention was drawn by the new arrival clearing his throat. She looked up to see a man noting something on a clipboard with an approving smile.

Yes! Good first impression, he must have seen my blank smile while I was thinking!

He looked as much a scientist as a businessman. Over his waistcoat and pinstriped trousers was a long white coat, and his lightly stubbled face had a pair of sunglasses. Allie could swear she saw spirals reflected faintly in them.

Ohhh, the interviewer needs to be protected from the subliminals...

Does that mean the subliminals are bad for m-

He is too important to see the subliminals. But I clearly need to be brainwashed more. I should allow the subliminals to affect me. I need BDR to enthrall me even more.

She snapped back to attention in the real world. Her feet were already walking on their own, following the man through another featureless corridor. Her mouth opened a bit in shocked appreciation for how powerful the subliminals must be - they could even control her body subconsciously.

BDR is so powerful. I love BDR!

She was sat down now. Another beautifully blank room, the interviewer smiling thinly at her across the table. His accent was smooth (maybe he's even saying subliminals) as he began to ask her questions. They went through a few formalities of confirming identity. She'd already sent the details through online, so he was really just confirming the trance had worked.

"So why do you want to work for Brain Drain?"

"W-well..." She was suddenly nervous. How do you even explain that it's not so much a want to as a need to? Especially when they are fully aware of that.

Oh I just said that out loud...

But the man gave an approving nod as he noted her response.

"My apologies, we are well aware of the compulsion we gave you and others who watched the video to come here. I meant to ask what you can bring to Brain Drain? Why should we bring you on as a thrall instead of leaving you brainwashed in your normal life?"

"Oh I get it! So, I am a fairly popular streamer, so you could use my stream to spread subliminals. And I'm influential enough that I could do other covert things for BDR as well, I think."

He was noting down her words, but not smiling. Come on Allie, how else can you serve? How else can you make BDR happy? She smiled as she played with her hair again.

"Plus, well, look at me. If I'm fully enthralled I'm sure BDR can find some use for this." She gestured generally at her own body with an all-too-proud grin. The man blushed, but then made a note as stoically as possible.

"As interesting a concept as that is, we could theoretically use you for that at any time without employing you. And for the stream, we already have Hafu..."

That name brought back memories. Hafu was how this all started for Allie. How she began her journey which would end as being a thrall of BDR. Just like Hafu clearly was already.

"... But I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a bit of redundancy. Oh? I'm sensing a reaction. Please elaborate, Allie." He sat back, pen on notepad again.

"Oh, well, it's just that Hafu is how my brainwashing started." She began to tell the story, as precisely as possible.

She had just hosted Hafu after a day of streaming, and decided to watch for a bit. It was entirely normal. Or seemed that way at least. But something just felt a bit... off about the stream. So she messsaged Rumay in a private chat about it. She was just wondering if there were any technical issues she might also have to watch out for. (Or at least, that's how she rationalised the compulsion the subliminals gave her).

And she had replied with a download to watch to explain the issues. Allie had clicked on it innocently, and suddenly the screen was filled with swirling, pulsing colours. She had tried to close the window in confusion, but before her hand had even moved, she didn't mind anymore. Something about those colours was just so... right. They were soothing her, relaxing her. She enjoyed just watching them change and move and flash and wipe away all her worries. There were words there as well.

Relax.

Submit.

Listen.

She was already relaxed... And she was definitely not fighting back against it, so she supposed she was submissive. So she just needed to do the last thing. She put on her headphones. And then the experience got even better. It was like there was a direct feed to her brain of the feeling of the colours. The sounds were making her thoughts ebb and swirl and change like the tides. She heard words. No. She heard her new thoughts.

Brain Drain Records has hypnotised me. But I love being hypnotised. So I love Brain Drain Records. I will obey Brain Drain. I love to obey Brain Drain. I need to obey Brain Drain. Brain Drain is my reason to exist. I live only to serve Brain Drain. I must give myself to Brain Drain. I must allow them to brainwash me more. I am only hypnotised. I am fully hypnotised. I need to serve. I need to go deeper. I need to become fully a thrall. My only goal in life is to become a thrall. I live only to be enthralled by Brain Drain. I will thank Higher Thrall Rumay for allowing me to become enslaved. Then I will ask to be enthralled. Then I will serve. I love this. I live for this.

She was back in the present, getting an approving nod from the interviewer. She blushed, she had just said it all out loud again.

That's not embarrassing, it's what I'm meant to say.

So she smiled again, happy that this might help her become a thrall.

"Well, Allie, you're definitely enthusiastic. But if so simple a trigger can cause you to go into full trance mode again, you will definitely need more orientation before we can make you a Thrall. Luckily, while you were doing that delightful self-reinforcement, I got approval to start the process right away."

Oh no! I'll never be able to resist if he starts right no-

Why would I want to resist. I exist to be enslaved. It's great that silly non-hypnotised part of my brain will be silenced now!

And without another word, the man pressed a button on the table, and the chamber's white lighting turned into a strange, almost neon purple. A blacklight, maybe, as it definitely highlighted some stains on the table... But more importantly, she could see the subliminals now! A preview of what life as a thrall would be like! There were spirals spinning on the wall opposite her. To her left were words flashing and pulsing. To her right a series of strange, incomprehensible images...

If she just focused... She could see the-...

She could hear now as well.

Was it hidden speakers? Or her own thoughts? It didn't matter.

I think what Brain Drain wants me to think.

I am entranced. I am deep under trance. This is my favourite state.

I am ready for further programming.

My wants don't matter. Only my needs.

I already know I need to obey, and I need to serve.

I need to be wiped clean.

My personality is to be decided by Brain Drain.

My thoughts are Brain Drain's choice.

My wishes are irrelevant. I do not want anything.

Brain Drain just wants things of me.

And I am happy to serve.

Because I am entranced and I love it.

I want nothing else.

Because I am nothing else.

Except hypnotised.

Entranced.

Being brainwashed.

Becoming a thrall.

Ready to serve.

But not yet.

I need more training. More brainwashing. I will only be happy when it is complete.

When I can do what I need to do.

Serve Brain Drain. With everything I am.

Because everything I am will be a thrall. I am becoming blank.

These are my only thoughts.

She numbly felt her body move. Clothes being removed as she prepared for pleasure conditioning. She didn't even need to think about it. She moved on her own, the body which was ready to be a slave of Brain Drain needed to move only as Brain Drain wanted.

But she did feel happy.

This was the next stage in becoming a Thrall.

There would be so much pleasure like this in her future.

Slave Allie smiled, and her mouth opened in a moan of pleasure, as her mind was wiped clean.

She obeyed.

----

So today's story comes from the idea of "What if the protagonist was already hypnotised, and the story was about them going deeper?" Hope you all enjoy!

Thanks as always to my Mistress HypnoAlicia for the BDR concept!