"A hypno whore Rarity. I said you were a hypno whore."


                                            "A hypno whore Rarity. I said you were a hypno whore."

                                            >Rarity looks at you flabbergasted, her mouth agape as if she is trying to say something but can't find the words.

                                            >Over the past few weeks, you had conditioned Rarity and put her in a trance more than a few times, filling her mind with triggers and making the idea of disagreeing with you and disobeying you more and more foreign.

                                            >You walk up to the enraged and stunned pony, stopping right in front of her before she can say anything about how angry she is or how she wants you out of her Carrosel boutique. You say.

                                            "Your my cute little hypno whore Rarity."

                                            > Pleasure and submission rush through the pony's mind as her anger starts to melt away at the phrase my hypno whore.

                                            "Tell me, rarity, why do you deny your status as a submissive hypno whore."

                                            >you say, putting your hand on her cheek.

                                            >Rarity stares at you and tries to muster anger about your treatment of her, but she fails.

                                            >"Because I am not a whore anon, I am a proper and elegant lady."

                                            "Tell me, Rarity, what a proper lady is."

                                            >"A proper lady is a slave for her master; she obeys all his commands without question, trying her best to please him. In all things from the mundane to the sexual, it is her greatest pleasure to serve him."

                                            >Rarity tries to move her hooves to her mouth after realizing what she had just said.

                                            "Now tell me, Rarity who is your master."

                                            >"You are Anon; you own my mind, body, and soul."

                                            >Rarity responds again without even thinking; now realizing what she had just said, she looks up at Anon in horror, which brings about a burning sensation in her loins as she thinks about what else Anon has done to her.

                                            "Now, Rarity, if it's a lady's job to serve and obey her master, and I am your master, and I want you to be my hypno whore then doesn't that make you my hypno whore. That is assuming you are a lady and not some trollop."

                                            >Rarity tries to deny what her mind has been told a lady is, but she can't even if what she aspired to be growing up was so different. She couldn't deny that what she said about being a lady was true, even if a small part of her heart said it was not true.

                                            >After she fails to change her mind about what a lady is, she tries to deny that Anon is her master, but that is even harder as her mind is flooded with memories of her worshipping the human, sucking his cock and being his submissive whore in the bedroom.

                                            > She knows she should be mad and should have a way to argue this, but she can't.

                                            "it looks like you are thinking really hard, Rarity. Tell me, do you have any questions? I know you mares are not all that smart."

                                            >Anon says mockingly as he pulls out a collar studded with glowing crystals imbued with mind magic and a tag of your cutie mark on the front, then a leash and then a modified hypnogear that looks like a lot more like a helmet.

                                            >"Why are you doing this, Anon, and how are you doing this? I know what I said about ladies is not tr, no, it is true, but that's because you made me think it is... no, that's because you made me come to that realization which I would have never come to without your help."

                                            >Rarity says, frustrated.

                                            "Well, Rarity, remember a few months ago, a few weeks after I started selling my toys, how we had a small party at Twilights. How after some drinks and bets, you and Fluttershy ended up wearing hypnogears, and how Rainbow asked you a lot of embarrassing questions, how you talked about how much you wanted a strong, noble stallion to put you in your place and claim you as his broodmare constatly reminding you of your place beneath him. after that i put you in a trance again just to make sure all that was true, and Well, after hearing how much you wanted to be a slave, Rarity and since i knew that you would never offer yourself up like the good fuckslut you were meant to be, I decided to help you, Rarity, the hypnogear i gave you, not only put you in a short term trance but also reconditioned your mind. Sure, it would take alot of time, but thanks to the first few suggestions, which increased your trust in i could convince you to wear it to keep you focused when you got a big order, and after that, i used my power of persuasion to make sure you received serval large orders which you could not normally fill but thanks to a little hypnogear help you could barely make it in time all the while your mind was being rewritten, filled with commands and lust Rarity. Why do you think you were so eager to blow me, and why do you think that you touch yourself thinking about me fucking you and other mares into submission? I know how much you fantasize about being dominated, so I want to make sure you have the opportunity to live that fantasy. Which is why I am going to give you the choice if you want to end up as my hypnoslave for the rest of your life."

                                            >You start to take off your clothes, starting with your shirt, then moving onto your pants.

                                            "Well, what do you think, Rarity."

                                            >"I will not agree to be your hypno slave for the rest of my life, Anon; even if I enjoy our time together, those are just fantasies, and I will not degrade myself to that just for some pleasure.

                                            >She is failing to sound like her normal, confident self.

                                            >You take off your socks, then take off your underwear and slap her across the face with your cock. She lets out a pleasured moan as she huffs in your musk; you reach around and slap her ass, the flesh rippling like a lake after a stone was thrown into it, and Rarity can't help but let out a whorish moan.

                                            "Rarity, follow me to your bedroom."

                                            >You pick up the collar, the leash, and the helmet and walk into Rarity's bedroom; Rarity follows you, trying and failing to look away from your naked body.

                                            >Once she is in her bedroom, you place the items on the bed, and then you pick up Rarity and place her on the bed, placing your hand on one of her teats, giving it a squeeze before going down to kiss and suck on her nipple.

                                            >"No matter what you do ANo ohhh Celllista, dont stop, dont stop."

                                            >Rarity yells out soon after you force your tongue down her love tunnel, your hands gripping her fat white flank as she screams in pleasure. These ponies were quickshots before the mind control. Now, they just melt at your touch.

                                            >Right at the brink of Rarity's climax, you stop and look up at her.

                                            >She looks at you desperately. All that defiance from earlier is gone, now replaced with a growing need only you could state.

                                            >"Please."

                                            >She manages to whimper out.

                                            >You smile at her and pull out a picture of a boring-looking unicorn stallion wearing a nice cloak.

                                            "Now, Rarity, I told you early that I would give you the opportunity to be my slave, my hypno whore, but a part of me wonders if you really want that. After all, you were always talking about wanting a loving relationship with a nobleman where you are equals. You have denied that you are a submissive whore, so I figured I would be a good friend and give you the option of either marrying this pony, the count of Hoofington, who will treat you as an equal and never treat you like a whore, he only knows one type of position. He is not that interested in sex outside of procreation and would never dominate or spank you."

                                            >Your slap her ass again, your hand coming down hard on her cutie mark. She lets out a wail as she thinks she is going to cum but doesn't.

                                            "I will ensure that your marriage lasts forever and that you will never be abused or treated like the whore I think you are again, or you can become mine. The helmet has two settings. The first one says hypno whore, the second one says clear. This will clear your mind of the conditioning and this conversation, and then I will introduce you to your beloved. He is already very enamoured with your fashion and likes to help others on the weekends."

                                            >you then say mockingly.

                                            "I know the wise Rarity, who has desired to be a noble for so long, would surely pick being the wife of a noble over being my pet."

                                            >Rarity looks up at you, and you hand her the helmet. You are pretty sure this time Rarity will decide to be your hypnowhore. The last two times ended in failure, but the helmet whipped her mind. But last time, she was very hesitant; you are pretty sure she will decide to be yours, and then her real training will start.

                                            >Rarity looks up at you, almost pleading.

                                            >You suppose it is cruel of you to get her to abandon a key part of her dreams, but it is needed to make sure she is loyal also; it's pretty hot, and Twilight has offered to make you a noble, and you are pretty confident with how hypnotized she is, you could ask to be her prince, and she would jump for joy.

                                            >She was the first test subject for this helmet. Even with her alicorn resistance, she was already the perfect hypno slave.

                                            >"Anon, if I uhh put this on, I will still be myself. I won't be like one of Sombra's slaves."

                                            >Yup, she is trying to get you to convince her you have won

                                            "No, you will still be yourself, Rarity, just my loyal whore, and slave. You will still have priorities. Now, I will be at the top of them; that is all.

                                            >"Uhh, thank you, Anon. I know it's weird to thank someone for enslaving you, but thanks."

                                            >She says shyly as she turns and puts on the collar, it locked around her neck, as she picks up the helmet and makes sure it is set to Hypno whore, then she puts it on herself and turns it on.

                                            > The helmet starts powering up, and she starts to feel lightheaded as the helmet tries to send thoughts deep inside Rarity's mind.

                                            >"So, uh, how long will this take, Anon? I know it's a bit rude to ask, but I thought it would be close to instant."

                                            "Well, your full training will take about a week, which is why I readied a vacation for us, but just a few more minutes until you fall into a trance as long as you dont fight it."

                                            >Rarity drifted off to sleep and trance; well, the helmet and the collar rewrote her mind.

                                            >When she woke up, she was in a cabin on the other side of the continent with Anon. Thanks to twilights magic, she was sure to serve her new master in every way she could and by the week's end, Anon told her about how he manipulated her memories and emotions to make her think that being enslaved was her choice; she and Twilight shared a laugh at that, as they plotted for ways to grow Anon's harem after all there were a lot more pretty mares for their god to conquer.