Secret Assignment
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Is it true you dispatched six agents on a secret assignment, yesterday?”
“Yes, but shouldn’t you be recovering from your illness instead of calling me, Sir?”
“I’m worried. What’s the mission?”
“SHC – Strategic Household Coloration.”
“In other words, they’re painting your house.”
“And without blinking, too.”
The General sighed and hung up.
Some of you may recall that, in the last piece in which she starred, Alexandra was in charge of the Secret Division on account of the General being sick. I did mention at the time I had other ideas for this scenario as a way to change the pace of these snippets with her and here’s the first. Abusing her position? No, more like solidifying it through trance. Do you want to go paint her house, too?
Paythetic
“You’re paythetic,” Goddess Claire said.
“I know, Goddess.” Jonah trembled at her feet, eyes blank.
“Paythetic men like you are only good for one thing. You know what that is.”
“Yes, Goddess.” He scrambled to open his wallet.
“Good.” She snapped her fingers. “Behave, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”
Jonah whimpered and went deeper.
If you’re a paypig, then you’re more than familiar with the rush of sending money to your Goddess for whatever reason she decides. I’m not, but I respect every facet of the fetish world so I wrote this piece with you in mind. May you always find the pleasure you want/need, just as long as it doesn’t turn into a destructive obsession. The story above is fiction so nothing to worry about in that regard. “Paythetic” is a cute trigger though, isn’t it?
Who do You Think I Am?
“Time to say your prayers, Madame.” The French officer said.
“A firing squad for a lady? Shame on you, boys!” The time-traveling hypnotist said. “Who do you think I am? Mata Hari?”
“Are you saying you’re not the famous spy?”
“Just a femdom mind-controller.” She smirked.
No guns were fired that day. No cocks either.
One hundred years ago, Mata Hari, the archetype of the seductive female spy, was executed for espionage by a French firing squad at Vincennes outside of Paris. With that fact in mind, I came up with an idea where Horatia and her met but, after drafting it, I decided I didn’t like it so I tried something different and this is what came out. The final two lines were actually the ones I started with and, knowing my time-traveling hypnotist, the French officer, and all soldiers under his command probably died without firing their cocks ever again.
Being Strong
Mary looked down at her hypnotized pet and asked:
“Do you think you’re weak for kneeling before me?”
“No.” Brandon gasped. “I’m strong and the more I kneel, the stronger I get.”
“That is correct but seeing you as a drooling mess is fucking way hotter… BEG!”
Triggered by her unrelenting dominion, he happily complied.
While fiction, this piece is a reminder that being submissive does not mean being weak, much to the contrary. The majority of Dommes aren’t really attracted to spineless doormats who think they’re not worthy of anything in this world. That sort of weakness is pretty pathetic. However, in the middle of a scene, when the power exchange is intense, “weakness” can surely be appreciated. A sub/slave that gives him/herself fully is a sight to behold, hypnosis or not.
You probably already knew that but it never hurts to commit it to memory once again.