A Toy
He stood at the threshold between the conscious and subconscious mind, her voice the only thing he could hear.
“You live to serve me,” she said, echoes in the background strengthening the hypnotic connection. “Kneel,” she commanded.
Thoughts melting from within, he collapsed, a toy to be played with for as long as she desired.
I mentioned yesterday I had a lot of vivid dreams. What I didn’t say at the time was that I spent most of the day having all sorts of lascivious thoughts that involved complete mindfucks. Sometimes, a person just wants to have his brains melted away. Sometimes, a person doesn’t want to be a person at all but rather a toy.
That’s the reason why I wrote this one. I could ramble for a few more paragraphs but I won’t because some thoughts are better left unrevealed.
Twenty-Two Days
Gregory knelt, hands tied, naked and exposed.
“What did I tell you when we met?” Jessica asked.
“That you would hypnotize me into becoming a CBT loving slave in a month.”
“Indeed, and it’s only been twenty-two days,” she grinned. “Now my real fun begins.”
He smiled vacantly as she grabbed the 5 lb weight.
Another dirty little thing that came to mind because I’m in the mood for writing dirty, it seems. It’s the 22nd day of the month, so I wanted to incorporate that into the flow of the tale and what better way to do that than with a record being broken? It’s already been established that all men can be trained into servitude, they can all become slaves, but some are easier to break than others and certain beliefs take longer to instill than others too.
In Gregory’s case, it’s obvious he already had some sort of hidden fascination with the subject before meeting Jessica otherwise twenty-two days wouldn’t have been enough to make him happy about being tortured that way. For the record, while I do enjoy things like chastity and whatnot, CBT of this sort is a major turn-off but you love dirty stuff so I wrote them for you. Am I nice or what?
Have a good (and kinky) week.
Locked
“Are you a good boy?” Mistress Claudia had said. “Because good boys wait for a message with permission to cum!”
Trevor bit his tongue. Only two hours had passed but it felt longer, hypnotic influence spreading. Day turned to night.
Finally, the message came. “Never again,” it said.
He knelt and whimpered, the programming locked.
Yesterday, I mentioned I like chastity. I do. Not physical though because the devices have always been a major turn-off. Mental is much more appealing because it involves a specific type of brain rewiring with staggering results when it works so I decided to go back to the subject today.
Anticipation is a good way to hypnotically condition someone into chastity. You start small, a proverbial carrot on a stick. If the small goal is easily attainable, you extend it as many times as necessary until the craving kicks in. One day becomes two days, two becomes four, etc. Next thing you know, it’s been three months since the last time you were able to cum again and if the training continues…
Honestly, permanent hypnotic chastity is overkill for me but in a story it works. Of course, I accelerated the whole process to fit the strict word limit. Real programming takes longer but it is much more powerful than steel if you ask me. Do you want to be locked forever?
Deprivation
Judith opened the isolation tank just enough for a beam of light to burn Frank’s sensitive eyelids.
“I heard you were going to beg me to enslave you today…” she grinned.
“Never, you bitch!”
“Tomorrow then. And it will be Mistress Bitch for you…”
She closed the tank again, his agonizing screams muffled almost immediately.
I’ve decided to continue the “mean” streak today because I know a lot of you like it when I go dark. I had no idea what I was going to write about until I thought of sensory deprivation tanks.
I’ve never been inside one. Not sure I want to, truth be told, but I’ve heard the stories, seen the pictures. Supposedly, the experience allows you to reach a state of deep relaxation, curb anxiety. There are many accounts of life-changing experiences out there brought about by these. Of course, there are also the nasty tales, of how complete isolation could be used to shatter a mind, make it easier to reprogram. Since I wanted to go evil, I had to choose the latter. You don’t blame me for that, do you?
So yeah, this is an extreme fantasy because those are fun, too. You like having fun so you surrender to some dark thoughts every now and then and, if Judith gets her way with you as well, soon you’ll think only what she wants you to think. Lovely, isn’t it?