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Michael felt very disoriented. He suddenly realized the way he was sitting, what he was thinking.

"Don't be alarmed Mona. It's perfectly okay."

"What—what have you done to me?" Michael said, looking dazed.

Kathleen wanted Michael to know exactly what was going to happen to him. It would be his last chance to know his fate. Once she started his deep re-conditioning, he would only have partial occasional glimpses back to the person he used to be. She had brought him up just to the level of awareness where he had enough of his own mind to understand but not enough to resist her.

"I suspected that you wouldn't have the balls to leave your wife," Kathleen explained. "So I planned for this day."

Michael looked down at his glass. "My drink…"

"You were stupid to take that drink, of course. It contains a very powerful psychotropic drug. I use it in my practice for extraordinary cases. I won't bore you with the details, Mona. You wouldn't understand them, and besides, you'll forget them soon anyway."
"Why do you keep calling me that?"

"What honey?"

"You know."

"No, I don't. Tell me."

"Mona…dammit…" Michael suddenly pictured himself in a pair of black lace panties. He could feel himself growing aroused. "You're calling me…"

"Mona."

"Please stop," Michael whispered, unable to shake the image of himself in a yellow sundress and white platform sandals.

"It's your new name. Don't you like it? I know for a fact that you do. It was the name of your first real girlfriend. How do I know that? You have no secrets from me, Mona, none."

Kathleen saw the flash of panic pass across Michael's face.

"That name has a special erotic significance for you. Now, every time you hear it, you will find yourself falling deeper into trance. And since it's your name, you'll hear it all the time, even if that is the only thing people know about you. Ingenious isn't it, Mona? You're name itself will become your bondage."
Michael imagined his legs in a pair of black fishnet thigh-highs. He slurred his words. "You bitch…"