Domme-ologue: Brainwashing Through Pleasure

My primary sub Bunny and I have been together for years and years now. We've tried a great many things in our time together, and continue to explore new things all the time (you can check my profile for examples), but today I want to tell the story about one of the first things I ever did to her, back when we first got together. This isn't the story of the first time she called me Mistress, or the first time I tied her to the bed and had my way with her. Those delightful stories are for another time. Instead, this is the story of how I brainwashed her into being able to enter subspace with a single word.

She was quite new to being a sub to a mistress, so we took things slow at first. It started with me being the dominant one in the bedroom, topping her and bringing her to peak time and time again, until she was a drooling puddle of dopamine. Then it grew to her taking orders from me, both in and out of play time. She was very obedient, the embodiment of a good girl (though her bratty side continues to come out regularly). As she got used to her new role as my sub, I slowly escalated things more and more. Before she knew it, she found herself restrained to the bed, screaming in ecstasy as I brought her to peak after peak, yelling my name as she fell over each edge. Needless to say, she enjoyed every minute of it.

But it was then that I had an idea. I'm a big fan of psychology, having studied it casually throughout my life, and I became fixated on the idea of Pavlov's Dog. For those of you who don't know, Ivan Pavlov conducted an experiment where he conditioned dogs to salivate at the sound of a bell. He trained the dogs to associate the sound of the bell with food, ringing the bell each time the dogs were given food. Over time, the dogs learned to associate the sound of the bell with food. I wondered, could I do something similar with my Bunny? It could be fun, so let's give it a try.

The experiment started slow, casual, something she hardly noticed. Each time I was deep inside her, pressing my fingers into her happy spot, or between her thighs, sucking the life from her button, as she approached her peak, I would bring myself back up to her face, kissing her deeply until she reached the edge. As she crested, exploding outwards into bliss as she screamed my name, I would whisper into her ear "consent". That's it, just one simple word. But I did it again and again, with each orgasm, each blast of pleasure she experienced, I whispered "consent" into her ear, building the association between the ultimate pleasure and "consent."

At first, she didn't notice what I was doing, being too lost in the throes of orgasmic ecstasy, but on occasion she would notice and ask me, "why are you saying consent?"

"Never you mind little Bunny, just relax and enjoy the pleasure."

"Yes Mistress."

As I said, this continued for months and months. I built the connection deeper and deeper, and over time I noticed a change. Every time we would watch something and the word was spoken, she would visibly stir, shifting her legs, squeezing her thighs, and looking towards me. It was working.

Eventually, I decided it was time to show her what I'd done. It was a regular day, like any other, and I came up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and whispered "Well Bunny, do you consent?" The result was immediate, her legs almost gave out as she went weak in the knees, a moan escaping her lips. She turned to face me, her eyes glazed over, already deep in subspace, "Yes Mistress."

The conditioning has lasted to this day, years and years later. My poor Bunny always gets horny and subby whenever anyone asks for her consent. It's the cutest thing, my own little Pavlov's Slut. Sometimes she gets a little frustrated, stamping her foot and grumbling, but she knows she loves it. And in the end, what could be better than being turned on by the idea of consent.