Brainwashing and conditioning of pet female rabbit Linna

Lin Na, a young girl with extraordinary academic talent, was drawn to a lecture titled "How to Let Knowledge Bring Physical Freedom" during the summer vacation after her college entrance exams. The speaker, Professor Lin Qian, a gentle and refined scholar, deeply impressed her with his unique insights and profound knowledge. He advocated that true wisdom lies not only in the mind but also in the thorough perception and liberation of the body, believing that physical constraints are shackles on thought. Lin Na, intrigued by this novel theory, readily accepted Lin Qian's invitation to his "Private Advanced Research Program." Initially, everything seemed perfectly normal. Lin Na visited Lin Qian's laboratory every day, absorbing knowledge like a sponge. Her presence always brought a gentle smile to Lin Qian's face. Until one afternoon in the second month, after a lecture, Lin Qian suddenly produced a set of clothes. "Lin Na, you are a rare genius, but your attire is too conservative," Lin Qian's tone was one of scholarly seriousness. "You always wear baggy T-shirts and trousers; these clothes restrict your bodily perception and hinder your understanding of 'freedom.' To help you get into the right state, I suggest you change into this." He unfolded the clothes in his hand. It was a finely tailored white lace dress. The hem was much shorter than what she usually wore, vaguely revealing the upper part of her thighs. The sheer material seemed somewhat transparent in the light. Lin Na's cheeks instantly flushed, and a strange sense of shame welled up from deep within her. "Teacher Lin, this... this isn't appropriate, is it?" she asked, her voice tinged with unease. Lin Qian's gaze was sincere and focused. "Lin Na, don't look at it with worldly eyes. This is merely a tool. It will allow you to more truly understand the 'aesthetics of the body' we are discussing as you feel the air and light caress your skin. Trust me, this is a beneficial experiment for your academic advancement." Under Lin Qian's gentle persuasion, Lin Na reluctantly agreed. When she put on the dress, she felt an unprecedented discomfort. The thin lace clung to her skin, bringing not just coolness but also a sense of exposure, as if she had nowhere to hide. The sway of the skirt made her every step cautious. However, she also discovered that when Lin Qian discussed profound knowledge, she was indeed able to concentrate better than before, as if the dress truly gave her a sense of "ritual." That evening, when Lin Na returned home, her parents looked at her with relief. Her mother casually asked, "Darling, did Teacher Lin teach you well? You've become even more beautiful lately." Lin Na's heart skipped a beat. She knew this dress was Lin Qian's request, but the intense shame prevented her from speaking. She merely mumbled, "It was alright," and hurried back to her room. **Months 3-4: Introduction of Mild Restraints and the Pressure of "Efficiency"** Entering the third month, Lin Na received a notification from the school that she would continue to work on a "special project" under Lin Qian's guidance, which deepened her trust in him. She began to go to Lin Qian's laboratory every day, dedicating almost all her time to her studies. However, Lin Qian's "training" methods began to escalate. He claimed that Lin Na's learning efficiency was still not high enough because she "always had some unconscious small movements." "Lin Na, your hands often fidget with the hem of your skirt, and your body constantly adjusts its posture. These are all signs of your mind not being focused," Lin Qian said, taking out a pair of latex gloves from his drawer. Lin Na's heart surged with strong resistance; this had gone beyond what she could accept. "Teacher Lin, what does this have to do with studying?" Her words were filled with anger and grievance. Lin Qian's smile turned serious, his eyes revealing an unquestionable authority. "Lin Na, this is to teach you how to find focus amidst limitations. True geniuses can master all external constraints. If you can adapt to this restraint, your mind will reach unprecedented heights. If you cannot... then it means you are not suited for this program." Under Lin Qian's coercion, Lin Na finally yielded. When he put on the latex gloves for her and ordered her to clench her fists, the sticky sensation made her feel an unprecedented discomfort. By the fourth month, Lin Qian's excuse became, "Your body still hasn't fully entered the state." He brought out a soft silk tie and gently but firmly secured her hands behind her back. Lin Na felt a panic of being deprived of freedom. Her body was forcibly immobilized, unable to move freely, which made her feel a powerless humiliation. Every time she returned home, she tried to muster the courage to confide in her parents, but the moment she thought of their trusting and proud gazes, all her words got stuck in her throat. She could only make excuses and endure it all silently in her room. **Months 5-6: Visual and Bodily Isolation** By the fifth month, Lin Na's internal struggle reached a new peak. She found that her body, under Lin Qian's "training," had actually begun to develop a strange habit of responding to restraint. The feeling of being restricted, from initial resistance, gradually turned into numbness. At times, when she completed a difficult task and was released from the restraints, it brought a sense of relief that was almost [X]. Lin Qian keenly observed her changes and decided to escalate. He claimed that Lin Na's learning efficiency was still not ideal and that she needed "a stronger sense of ritual" to 'strengthen focus,' especially to eliminate distractions from external stimuli. "Lin Na, your gaze is always drawn to the scenery outside the window, or even to meaningless decorations on your desk. To make you truly focus all your senses on knowledge, we need to perform a 'visual isolation.'" Lin Qian produced a semi-transparent lace blindfold. Lin Na looked at the exquisite yet suggestive blindfold, and her body trembled uncontrollably. She knew this had completely crossed her acceptable boundaries. Trembling, she tried to back away, but Lin Qian's gaze was like an invisible sword, pinning her firmly in place. Lin Qian personally put the blindfold on her. The soft touch of the lace and the cold sensation of being covered made her feel a shame that penetrated to the bone. Her vision blurred, and the entire world became a hazy interplay of light and shadow. She felt an unprecedented helplessness, as if she had been pushed into an unknown abyss of darkness. In the sixth month, Lin Na's body had become accustomed to her bound hands and blindfolded eyes. Lin Qian found new excuses: "Lin Na, your feet are still restless, always fidgeting and shaking your legs, which affects your concentration." He took out two **thin, soft cloth restraints** and simply bound her ankles. Lin Na felt a fear of complete control. Her hands, eyes, and feet had all been deprived of freedom by Lin Qian under various pretexts. Every time she returned home, she became taciturn. Her parents' concern became an invisible pressure. She began to subconsciously convince herself: this was Lin Qian's "special training," a test she had to endure as a "genius." This distorted thinking was gradually eroding her will, leading her step by step into the abyss. **Month 7: "Fetishization" of the Uniform and Escalation of Restraints** Lin Na's sixth month passed in a haze of mild restraints and blindfolds. The feeling of isolation and restriction, from initial resistance, gradually evolved into numbness. Her body seemed to be betraying her will, beginning to adapt to this "daily routine" of being controlled. On the morning of the seventh month, Lin Qian did not, as usual, remove all her restraints. Instead, he had her wait in the darkness. Lin Na heard the soft rustling of clothes and the crisp clinking of some metal clasps. She felt a cool breeze caress her skin, and then, a pair of hands with calluses gently but undeniably changed her into new clothes. When Lin Qian finally removed the blindfold, the glaring light made Lin Na's eyes uncomfortable. She blinked, and as her vision adjusted, she was stunned to find she was no longer wearing the white lace dress. In its place was a modified uniform in a school uniform style. However, this was not the conservative academy uniform she remembered. The shirt was tightly buttoned, the soft cotton fabric outlining the curves of her ample breasts. The buttons at the front were only fastened one or two, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, and even the lace edge of her undergarment could be vaguely seen. The lower half was a shockingly short pleated skirt, barely covering the roots of her thighs, paired with high stockings and high-heeled shoes. Lin Na's cheeks instantly turned crimson, and a burning sense of shame welled up from deep within her. This outfit, rather than being a "uniform," was more like a fetish costume prepared for a stage play or a special occasion. Her body appeared exceptionally alluring outlined by these fabrics, and the discomfort from the high heels constantly reminded her of this humiliation. "Teacher Lin... what does this have to do with academics at all!" Lin Na's heart burned, and the long-suppressed shame and anger erupted at this moment. She trembled and, with all her might, questioned him. Lin Qian's gaze was like an X-ray, scanning every inch of her exposed and outlined skin. His smile was as gentle as ever, yet it held a profound sense of control. "Lin Na, look." He reached out and gently smoothed a wrinkle at the collar of her shirt, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her collarbone, sending a shiver through her. "This uniform perfectly embodies the binary opposition of 'asceticism' and 'seduction.' What you are wearing now is the personification of 'aesthetics of the body.' Every fold, every inch of tightened fabric, tells you what 'freedom within limitation' is, what 'metaphysical beauty' is. This is a beneficial experiment for your academic advancement. Are you questioning my teaching methods?" As he spoke, he took out several thick leather straps and a roll of medical tape from a wooden box. Lin Na's heart rate suddenly quickened, and a sense of foreboding arose. Lin Qian used the tape to bind her hands securely behind her back, then used the leather straps to tightly bind her waist and legs, forcing her to kneel before him in a humiliating posture. That evening, Lin Na returned home. She tried to speak to her parents again, but when she saw their trusting and proud gazes, and thought of the "uniform" she couldn't speak of and the red marks left by the leather straps, the intense shame once again prevented her from speaking. She could only hurry back to her room. She didn't know how long this academic pursuit would last...

The most shameful moments. She couldn't go to the bathroom by herself and had to signal Lin Qian with whimpers or nods. Each request felt like a trampling of her remaining dignity. The first time she whimpered, Lin Qian was reading. Without looking up, he casually asked, "What's wrong with my little pet?" Lin Na's cheeks instantly flushed, and her body trembled with shame and indignation. She whimpered again and tried to move her body in the direction of the bathroom. Only then did Lin Qian put down his book and come before her. "Oh, you need to relieve yourself." He smiled, a smile that, to her, was full of mockery. He unlocked the chain on her legs but not the other restraints on her body. He picked up a leash, attached it to her collar, and then led her to the bathroom. Lin Na felt like a dog being led by its owner, stripped of all dignity. She glared at Lin Qian in anger, trying to protest, but the gag in her mouth only allowed her to emit low whimpers. Once she was led into the bathroom, Lin Qian stood by, watching with cold eyes. He gave her no privacy, just watched her complete the act. Lin Na felt like an animal stripped of all dignity, her cheeks burning, tears silently falling. She tried to cover herself with her hands, only to find them bound behind her, completely helpless. Each time she used the toilet was another agonizing torture of her personhood. Lin Qian would even change her into a pet costume or a tentacle suit depending on his mood, forcing her to face him in an even more shameful state. The first time she was put into a pet costume, Lin Qian chose a soft, furry onesie for her, with a fluffy tail sewn onto the back and cute cat or rabbit ears on her head. As he dressed her in it, Lin Na felt utterly objectified, as if she had truly become a pet waiting for her owner's caress. He would even say to her while she was using the toilet in a tone used to tease small animals, "Come on, kitty, hurry up, don't keep master waiting too long." Lin Na was overcome with shame and indignation, yet under Lin Qian's gaze, her body felt an unprecedented sense of exposure, as if everything about her was laid bare under a microscope for him to toy with. And when she was put into the tentacle suit, the humiliation reached its peak. The suit was made of soft latex, clinging tightly to her entire body, outlining her voluptuous, fiery figure. Most shocking of all were the multiple soft tentacles extending from the key areas of the suit. When she was brought to the bathroom and played with by these tentacles, Lin Na's inner world completely collapsed. Those cold, soft tentacles, slick with a moist mucus, explored and teased her most sensitive parts, even penetrating them. "Lin Na, feel these tentacles. They will allow you to understand the primal rhythm of 'life' more deeply," Lin Qian's voice was low and full of seduction. Under the play of the tentacles, Lin Na's body trembled involuntarily, emitting uncontrollable moans. The accumulating shame and [X] made her mind go blank. She wanted to resist in shame, but her body arched uncontrollably, responding to the rhythm of the tentacles. The mucus secreted by the tentacles left wet marks on her body, making her feel a disgusting sense of defilement, yet her body's [X] responded honestly, causing her to moan and her face to flush. Lin Qian took it all in. He would even pick up his phone and take explicit pictures of her being played with by the tentacles. Then, he would use these images and her body's reactions to brainwash her: "Look, Lin Na, your body is so honest. It craves touch, it craves exploration. You think you're resisting, but your body is telling me you're enjoying it. This shows your heart isn't pure enough yet, there are too many distracting thoughts. You need stricter training to achieve true 'bodily liberation'."

The world plunged into absolute darkness and silence the moment the hood clicked shut. Lin Na's heart plummeted, a primal fear, like icy seawater, instantly seizing her. She could hear nothing, see nothing, not even smell the familiar scent of disinfectant and essential oils in the air. The only sensations were the tight grip of the silk ropes, clinging to her like a second skin, and her own increasingly rapid, thunderous heartbeat. "Now, Lin Na," Lin Gan's voice seemed to transcend physical boundaries, resonating directly within her mind. It turned out the hood was cleverly equipped with a miniature bone-conduction communicator. "Now, all external interference is eliminated. The only thing you can communicate with is your body. Feel it with your mind, feel every bit of pressure the ropes exert on your skin, feel how the blood struggles to flow through your constricted vessels, feel how those two pathetic little things on your chest, out of nervousness and fear, shamefully [X]..." His words, like the most venomous curse, and like the most precise hypnotic command, guided her to focus all her lost attention onto her own body. In absolute darkness and silence, any slight sensation in her body was magnified infinitely. She could clearly feel how the knots, like sandpaper, rubbed against her already overburdened [X]. Each heartbeat intensified the tingling sensation there by another degree, like a faint electric shock. "No... don't think about it... don't feel it... I am thinking, I am analyzing, these are all physical phenomena, the transmission of nerve signals, unrelated to my will..." She desperately, using all her knowledge as a scholar, tried to deconstruct it all with rational analysis. But in this sensory cage, she had nowhere to escape. Her body, under the "gaze" of her own consciousness, was betraying her, bit by bit, irrevocably. Just then, a faint, yet undeniable, continuous vibration emanated from deep within her [X]. At some point, Lin Gan had placed a tiny, almost imperceptible, invisible-coated remote [X] inside her. At this moment, he stood before the control panel, watching the curves representing her physiological indicators on the screen, and like a conductor waving his baton, he gently pressed the remote's switch. The vibration was not strong, like the beating of a bee's wings in spring, yet it was incredibly precise, continuously stimulating the most sensitive, most vulnerable, and most shameless point within her.

Lin Na's brain, after prolonged, high-intensity brainwashing and psychological abuse, had lost its capacity to comprehend complex language. She began to directly, unthinkingly associate the simple words Lin Qian used with specific actions and objects. When Lin Qian said "carrot," her brain would automatically link the word to "food in the bowl," and then, instinctively, she would sniff with her nose and lick with her tongue. When Lin Qian said "cage," her brain would automatically associate the word with "returning to her 'home'," and then, obediently, she would hop back into the cage in her clumsy, rabbit-like manner. She still had the carrot gag in her mouth, which prevented her from forming clear syllables. All she could produce were simple, animal-like chirps, such as "woo woo," "heh heh," and "ah ah." Lin Qian would respond to these chirps in a rewarding manner. When she made a cute, appeasing "woo woo" sound, he would give her a gentle stroke; when she made a pained, pleading "heh heh" sound, he would give her a cold, punishing glare. Thus, over a period of four months, Lin Na's linguistic abilities were completely and irreversibly degraded. Her brain had lost the ability to connect complex concepts with language. She had become a "pet rabbit" who only knew how to communicate with the world using the most primitive, simplest symbols. Her soul was utterly imprisoned by "symbols." By the last day of the 24th month, Lin Na had completely become Lin Qian's most perfect "creation." Her body was perfectly encased in the pure white, semi-transparent bunny girl bodysuit, and the marks left by pain on her skin now looked like badges of honor. Around her neck hung a golden, carrot-shaped pendant, and in her mouth, she held a white, rabbit-shaped gag. Behind her, her fluffy, snow-white rabbit tail would wag joyfully and uncontrollably with her movements. She had completely forgotten her name, her past, and that she had once been a human with freedom and dignity. She was merely a perfect "pet" belonging solely to Lin Qian, named **"Little Rabbit."** All her actions, all her thoughts, all her sensations existed for one purpose: to please Lin Qian, to be his most perfect "pet rabbit." And Lin Qian, looking at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, opened the cage door for her.