Sydney knew her body looked way too sexy like this. She could feel the eyes in the audience leering at the scantly clad body standing in front of them with its head dipped down to its chest. Sydney couldn't blame them. If she saw herself like this, she couldn't resist staring either. She tried to awaken, but just couldn't lift those heavy eyelids or raising that lolling, heavy head. She tried to move, but her high heels felt permanently planted into the ground, her bare legs statuesque in the cold air of the room. The cumulative result of her effort was that her eyelids lifted just slightly to show just two slivers of white. How long she had been standing like this, as an object for visual consumption, Sydney didn't know. The hypnotist kept going on and on. Hypnotist? Where was she? Sydney tried to remember. It was like the extent of the universe was the dimly lit stage she was on. She vaguely remembered getting dressed for this role. Yes, I will look sexy for the audience. Those were the words that she remembered playing in her head over and over again as she robotically dressed herself.

"Oh, it looks like our lovely Syd is beginning to awaken from her slumber."

The hypnotist put the mic in Sydney's hand.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?"

"Hi, I'm Syd." Her voice sounded far off, detached, not her own. "I'm Brian's assistant. And what you need to know about me is that I'm hot, I'm horny, and I'm deeply hypnotized." Sydney dropped the mic. She felt her hands simultaneously rise and pull down her already low cut neckline to expose her milky white tits. The audience went wild. Her body was following the programmed script perfectly. A new memory popped up in her head of her in a state of utter mindlessness reading these exact words and then exposing her tits in the programming room in front of the approving Brian. I'm programmed. Sydney thought.

"Now, before we wheeled her in, we made sure to wipe her mind of anything of the outside world, and before we wheen her out tonight, we will wipe her mind of anything that happened here"

Sydney was still dimly aware inside, though her exterior was mindlessly following its script of rubbing its tits and sticking its tongue out like a total slut. With every rub, Sydney was easing back onto a mindless trance. Slowly forgetting her own awareness. What use is it to keep fighting when he can wipe cart her off and wipe her mind any time he likes?

"In the mean time, she's completely and utterly ours for the next 60 minutes"

Brian lifted Sydney's tight red skirt. It was so short thay her bare pussy was already almost peeking out. Now it was on full display. He dipped a finger into the juices already dripping from its lips. Sydney had been basically drooling from her hole, and she hadn't even been aware.

"Her body is very eager indeed. Shall we get started?"

The audience cheered hard. Brian got up and placed his mouth against Sydney's ear.

"Just let go Syd," he whispered, "You're not a person anymore. You're a toy. A deeply hypnotized, mentally reprogrammed toy. Right honey?"

Sydney's heavy head nodded just slightly, her movements slow and in sync with the background music. There was a faint smile on her lips. She had long ago stopped fighting her hypnotic enslavement.

"When I snap my fingers, you will go switch from sleep mode to programmed toy mode. One. Two. Three." SNAP!

The last of Sydney's half-awake personality was instantly snuffed out like a dying flame on a candle. Her eyes opened wide, unseeing. Her robotized body thrusted its tits forward and bent ass to the back. Saliva flowed from her still stuck out tongue like a waterfall. Brian beckoned the audience to the stage to have their turn with the fully toyified Sydney.