Her Suggestions
Simon’s right hand laid dormant next to his hard cock.
“Why aren’t you wanking, boy?” Rebecca smirked.
“C-cant,” he stammered.
“Oh? I thought my suggestions no longer worked.”
“So did I. I’m s-sorry… Mi… Mi…”
“Yes?”
“M-Mis… tress.”
“That’s a good slave. Don’t work on my boots next.”
He crawled to her, tongue sticking out.
Another impromptu written just now. I was thinking about resistance (or lack of), and how easy it is for a experienced Dominant to assert her control whenever she wishes.
Yes, there are triggers and previous conditioning presupposed here but implanting them in the first place doesn’t have to be hard either. Subtle manipulation after subtle manipulation and everyone becomes a slave, eager to serve and please, unable to fight. The illusion of still having control is the greatest of them all. In the end, all stories end like this. It’s time for Simon to burn.
When is yours?
Not Your Slave
“… and then Bill said, ‘I’m not your slave, Hannah.”
“Seriously?” Jackie commented. “Despite being naked and caged all the time forced to worship your feet at whim?”
“I hypnotize him every day. He doesn’t remember anything while under.”
“Amazing!”
“I know. By the way, sis, lick my pussy, now!”
“I’m not your sla… oh!”
“Exactly.”
Every now and then, I’m asked by my friend Steph to write more Femdom Mind Control pieces where girl controls girl. I can certainly do that but the reason why I hardly do is because I always envision these as Female Dominant, male sub first and I forget the rest.
Well, today I decided I wouldn’t forget so I came up with this. Of course Jackie is not Hannah’s slave and that sentence is surely not a trigger imprinted in both Bill and her. Why would it be? Things don’t work that way, right?
Yes, they do. Or at least they can work that way. You can be triggered without knowing it, you can forget everything whether on your own or on command, You can be put under by reading a text, perhaps even a simple story. Perhaps you want to obey women after reading this one, who knows? Enjoy the rest of your weekend.
Flood
The water rushed towards Jim’s bed, unstoppable force of nature.
“Help! I’m going to drown.”
“Shhh” Letitia comforted him. “Look deep into my eyes, and the water won’t get you.”
“I…”
“Sink and obey,” she commanded. Using fear to enslave a man wasn’t her favorite technique but it worked every time. He drowned into trance.
As some of you might know, hurricane Leslie hit the Portuguese shore this past weekend. I live up North, in an area that wasn’t particularly affected by it even though there were still some damages here and there, trees thrown against cars, broken windows, floods…
I had a minor one going on at around 4 am, yesterday. A blanket of water made its way past my courtyard door, dashed across the living room and entered my bedroom. I woke up to the sight of it glistening in the night and had to take some precautions to ensure it wouldn’t happen again. Luckily, the strong rains coming down at the time stopped shortly after so nothing else came to pass. It’s still raining today but the hurricane has already moved towards Spain.
Anyway, this story was partially inspired by it but with an obvious fictional exaggeration to it. Using fear as a means of mind control is certainly doable depending on the subject’s personality. For this little snippet, I wanted Letitia to be a bit of a bitch and if I were to develop this idea into a longer story, I would definitely go with that vibe all the way through. I’m not afraid of water even though I don’t know how to swim but it felt appropriate to go down this way. Now sink into trance for her as well and forget everything else.
Throne
“Mind fucked, tongue lapping at my boots… Brainwashing suits you, my dear,” she giggled.
“Thank you, Goddess,” he mumbled. “This is the real me.”
“Keep repeating that and tell me what you’ll do to keep me happy.”
“Anything… everything!”
“Good. I’ll take my throne now, slave!”
She sat on his sweaty back, her power absolute.
This piece was inspired by the featured image above. I used it before to highlight this poem I wrote a few months back. Looking at it again gave me a new idea and so i ran with it. You would love to be in his place right now, wouldn’t you?