Brainwashed?
“I love seeing you humiliating yourself for me,” Cassandra said as she watched Jack scrub the bathroom floor with a toothbrush.
“Doing your bidding isn’t humiliating, it’s my purpose in life,” he replied.
“And if people say I brainwashed you into slavery?”
“I’ll pin them down until you change their minds.”
“Good boy,” she smiled.
I found myself thinking about the meaning of the word “humiliation” when used in a Femdom context, today. What exactly is it? It’s quite a broad concept because what’s humiliating for some isn’t humiliating for others and if the person being at the far end of it enjoys what’s happening, is it still humiliation or just another form of gratification? Many Dommes take pride in expanding their sub’s boundaries to the point where things previously seen as hard limits become soft and pliable and the concept of “humiliation” simply disappears. That’s the greatest form of control. First, one dips its toes in fantasies, then the desires grow, the fantasies become real, and next thing you know, you’re happily collared on the floor, licking her feet clean because that’s what makes her happy and anything she says, goes.
Although submission is a voluntary act, there’s certainly a great deal of mental manipulation into getting a sub to become an obedient slave. All Dommes brainwash their subs in one way or another and with that in mind, I wrote this. Are you brainwashed right now? Do you know? Do you care?
Spam
Henry started going through his e-mails. Spam, ex-girlfriend being a nag, spam… huh?
“When did I subscribe to hypnotizedmanslaves.com?” He thought.
He clicked the e-mail subject, an animated spiral unfolding.
The next e-mail he received was from his ex again. The message said: “My place in ten, bitch.”
He drooled and walked out the door.
I received three or four spam e-mails today, none of them with such an interesting tagline so I decided to make my own. The rest was me running with the idea. I don’t want blue pills or a widower’s fortune just because I’m a nice guy, sorry.
You want to be a bitch too, don’t you?
Split
“Dealing with any man means dealing with multiple personalities,” Jim said.
“I agree,” Michael noted.
“As do I,” Trent cheered.
“You know I feel the same way,” Lucas declared.
Standing at the living room’s threshold, watching her boyfriend talking to himself, Sheila crossed her arms and grinned, thinking.
“Especially when there are post-hypnotic suggestions involved.”
The first sentence of this one is a quote by Rick Riordan. Yes, the author of the Percy Jackson series among other things. I have no idea in which context it was originally used but upon reading it, I found it to be funny enough.
It’s also true because we all have multiple sides to our persona. Yes, that means women as well, but the male gender seems to have it stronger, overall. Women’s minds are harder to read and they can easily see through the various sides of a man’s traits in order to find out the best way to get him to do what they want. You know this is true and if you still believe otherwise, that’s because you haven’t met the woman capable of twisting your world around completely. When you do, you probably won’t realize what’s happening, with or without hypnosis involved.
Still, given the subject matter of this challenge, you already knew something of the sort had to be involved and thus I took the multiple personality idea literally. Through brainwashing, a whole new personality can be imprinted on a subject but it’s also possible to create this type of dissociation through hypnotic training. If the mind is willing to accept it, multiple constructs can be created within it, each one representing a different “person” with different traits and whatnot. I couldn’t really expand on the whole concept in just 55 words but it’s safe to say the four “men” talking were all different despite agreeing on something.
You’ll notice I didn’t say which one was the real one. Perhaps it’s Jim since he goes first but it can be any one of the “others”. I don’t really know myself so I’ll leave that up to you.
Breakfast Cereal
They stood face to face in a supermarket’s corridor.
“Diana.”
“Paul.”
“I’m taking this last box of cereals.”
“So you believe…”
“I do. Your old triggers no longer work.”
“Are you sure? I could make you do things…”
“You wouldn’t…”
She smiled. He trembled.
She got the box. He bought a new pair of pants.
The idea for this one came to me at around 19:30 pm, yesterday. I had to make a quick run to the nearest supermarket and stumbled upon this scene that seemed straight out of a movie. A young man and a young woman were eyeing each other over something. I don’t think it was a box of cereals but I couldn’t see for sure what it was. Still, it was if they were measuring one another to see who would reach for the product first. Yes, it’s true.
I didn’t stick around to see how everything played out but the idea stuck with me and so I devised a similar scenario where things go hypnotic, of course. Perhaps the public ejaculation is a bit too extreme over something so trivial as a box of cereals but I wrote it for the laughs and nothing more. I hope you had fun. I know I did.