16 years since the last phone session, and some days the want to submit to mistressjoanne gets supplanted by NEED. Before i know it, i have a pack of cigarettes and a brainwashing playlist cued up. “Feel the menthol smoke make you mindless.” “Yes M’am.” “Mindless slaves make the best slaves.” “Yes M’am.” “i am addicted to smoking.” “Yes M’am.” “I am addicted to Mistress Joanne.” “Yes M’am.” “i am Mistress Joanne’s mindless smoke slave.” “Yes M’am.” All while her cunning intellect and dulcet tones turn my critical faculties to mush. Before I know it, it’s 6 hours later and my mind is scrambled. i am so grateful for that singular experience and the chance to have worshipped her!