I can’t buy chocolate chip cookies anymore
This one is again one of those lovely amnesiac ones, where you go down to a very deep trance, come out of it and realize that 45 minutes have passed and you don’t exactly know what happened or what Mistress Carol did to your mind, so the only thing you have is the inevitable after effects. This one started innocently enough, got out of trance, felt incredibly good and relaxed. Beyond feeling a strong sense of adoration towards Mistress Carol, needing to please Her and wanting very intensely to be Her good and obedient, no particularly strange or strong after effects. After enjoying those feelings for a while, I decided pop by to the local mini-market to buy some snacks, for the 20th or so night of Netflix courtesy of the Coronavirus. So, I stroll into the market’s snack section and try pick up a box of chocolate chip cookies. Nope. My arm won’t do it. I try chocolate. Nope. Doritos? Nope. Coca-cola? Hell No. And then the realization hits me. This is what Mistress Carol did to my mind. She is now controlling my dietary choices. And right there on the snack section of a mini-market, I experience the most intense feeling of submission Mistress Carol has inflicted on me. I was Her mind-controlled slave. After some trial and error, I end buying cookies made of honey and some at the moment unknown to me substance called chia plus the smallest possible can of diet coke. I guess this is how my subconscious interprets being a better slave for Mistress. This session is not a mind-control fantasy, this is mind-control. Mistress Carol reprograms your mind to suit Her needs and there is nothing you can do about. You have been warned. Thank you, Mistress Carol, for this wonderful session, You have truly brainwashed my mind.
Reviewed by: (Verified Buyer) Sam from Lodz.