It wasn’t fair. Her head was so fuzzy, and she couldn’t get off her knees, and she was naked. And the air on her sensitive body was distracting and the collar around her neck was distracting and she couldn’t take her eyes off Scot’s dick as he swung it, so big and hard and throbbing, back and forth like a hypnotist’s pocket watch…

And when she was this mind-melty her wide open brain was like a sponge, just absorbing whatever Scot told her. It was so, so easy for him to reshape her thoughts and memories and even her beliefs, and that was so hot…

But she didn’t want to fall in love with the ridiculous word “dicknosis”, or become addicted to being “dicknotized”. After the conversation they’d just had, before he’d whipped his cock out and she’d automatically snapped into a deep, obedient trance, she was sure that was exactly what he planned to make her do.

It wasn’t fair. She was just so weak for his dick. Too weak to resist the sight of it, the smell of it, or the taste of it—her mouth was already watering—and… fuck, those were all thoughts Scot had programmed into her head, but even knowing how he’d conditioned her over dozens of past sessions didn’t keep the thoughts from being her reality.

It just. Wasn’t. Fair!

She was about to complain, but it was hard to talk when she was already drooling at the thought of serving and sucking and pleasing him, and then it was too late, anyway, because he’d just walked right up to her and laid the length of his thick cock right between her eyes, his firm, fuzzy balls against her lips, and the familiar smell and warm proximity made her mind go completely blank.

Completely blank.

Her entire body and empty head had no purpose but to lick, and lick, and lick, and all she knew was her mind was in her mouth and her mouth only wanted to suck in his balls one at a time so she could hear his sharp intake of breath and the way he groaned and his hands tightened on her head, so she knew she was pleasing him, like a good little dicknotized cocksl-

No! There was that word! That stupid word. She surfaced slightly from her deep, dark trance, but Scot had one finger in the ring on the front of her collar, tugging her gently against his cock, and even though she wanted to complain she needed to lick and serve and please.

She had almost worked up the will to say something when Scot pressed the head of his cock against her lips, and she forgot everything but the urge to suck.

The overpowering need to suck.

How her only purpose in the entire world was to swallow every inch of his delicious, perfect cock, as he pumped in and out of her mouth and she pursed her wet, glossy lips and her hands worked his shaft and balls automatically, driven on by his moans of pleasure.

Sucking Scot’s cock turned her on so much she felt orgasm blossoming deep inside her, but she was too well-programmed to cum before Scot burst in her mouth, or on her face, or on her body, and released her.

His pleasure was more important, after all. His pleasure was all that mattered. She was just his deeply dicknotized suckdolly, and it felt so good to let her mind melt away in the throbbing heat of sexual service.

Wait, had she just thought of herself as “deeply dicknotized”? Dammit! He was already changing her malleable brain, taking advantage of how perfectly she accepted his every suggestion when she was down on her knees, serving his dick. She never wanted to stop when it felt like this, she was such a total addickt to Scot’s perfect dick… she fell completely under dicknosis, deep in his dicknotic spell, and there was no escape, she could never resist, had no desire to fight the dickn-

“Hrrmmmm!!!” She swore at him for making her think such silly things, for making her pussy drip at a stupid, cringeworthy portmanteau, but with Scot’s dick so far down her throat the unintelligible curse had little effect.

The powerful vibration along the length of his member, however, had a huge effect. Scot uttered a strangled cry and gripped her hard by her hair and her collar as his balls pulsed against her chin and he shot stream after stream down her throat.

She swallowed automatically, of course; there was nothing else she could do, and she was deeply conditioned to, anyway. And swallowing was her signal.

Her body shuddering, the orgasm drained whatever was left of her thoughts, and Scot’s hypnotic programming locked itself deeply in the core of her mind.

She had no choice but to accept the truth: her dicknotized mind was completely addickted to Scot’s dicknosis. And she couldn’t want it any other way.