New Self
“Identify yourself,” Alice said.
“My name is Natasha, I’m thirty-nine years old and I love tight dresses.” Nathan replied.
“Correct. And what is your purpose in life?”
“To serve you, My Queen.”
“Excellent,” she smiled, the reprogramming complete. As Nathan, he had been a terrible husband. As Natasha, he would become the perfect sissy slave.
Another piece from the “vault of unused ideas”, a.k.a., the little notebook I carry with me all the time. The early draft had been waiting there for a while and today was brought to life. In the original concept, the characters were named Nathan and Natasha but they sounded too similar to be two different persons so they became the same before and after the mind control took place. The feminization aspects were included for those of you who love that particular fetish.
Something’s Missing
Paul opened his eyes, stood up, got dressed, had breakfast, and then realized something was missing. Immediately, he called his girlfriend Jude.
“Hi, dear.” She said. “What’s the matter?”
“Did you take my mind yesterday?”
“Yes, I did.” She giggled. Top drawer. Bye.”
He hung up and opened the nightstand, the trance finally wearing off.
We’ve all had moments where we forget or misplace things whether it’s a set of keys we’re sure to have left at the kitchen table only to find out they’ve been in our back pocket all along or an umbrella that’s left behind on a bus, etc. Human memory is flawed. It’s constantly being rewritten by the passage of time, other memories and perhaps a bit of influence from others.
One can’t really lose a mind because it’s not a physical thing but it’s possible to persuade someone into believing it’s gone anyway with a little bit of hypnosis. I’ve found plenty of things hiding inside my drawers though never my brains. I guess they’re gone for good.
Just kidding, obviously. Obey your Mistress and until tomorrow.
The Update
Gregory looked at the patch notes for the latest system update.
“Henceforth, this machine will control your mind to purge unwanted thoughts? Really?”
“Yes,” the screen talked to him, taking him aback. “All users will have their minds reformatted in accordance to Mistress’ wishes. Listen and obey.”
Images of dominant Goddesses glowed before his eyes…
Don’t you just hate random system updates? I know I do. Unfortunately, they’re a part of pretty much every technological apparatus now and my laptop is no exception. This piece came to me after one. It would certainly make for an interesting upgrade though.
Even Better
Devon was a great stage hypnotist.
He made people bark, forget their names, dance with broomsticks, feel hot enough to lose their clothes…
People from all over the world flocked to see his shows.
His career span four decades.
His sister Claire was even better though.
She made him believe he was a stage hypnotist.
Just like memories can be altered, beliefs aren’t set in stone. Sure, some of them are stronger than others but most of them can be altered either through the passage of Time, new experiences unfolding, peer pressure, etc. Clever hypnotic suggestions can also be used to erode mental blocks, change personality aspects, etc.
So what does this have to do with stage hypnosis? Well, those shows are mostly fake, right? But even fake things have a ring of truth to it and when our beliefs about something are tweaked enough, lives can be changed.
That’s what I was going for on this one. Not so much the erotic side even though a scenario like this is hot in its own way but the life-altering aspects of hypnosis. Don’t you agree Claire was the most skilled one in the end?