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Preface
Many people in their travels through life find that a specific day or even series of moments can change the entire course of their future. These few singular events can completely alter the direction that someone's existence takes. These changes may come at times when we least expect them, for better or for worse. The following is an example of the former...
Seduction/Induction
Kymie sat pensively, gazing out the window but not really seeing anything. Her mind was overloaded with stress and had temporarily shut down. Just taking in the sights and sounds so dreamlike as her cares faded away. It was so nice to let go for just a moment of inner peace. At that moment, she became aware of something as she heard her name. "Miss Stinson! Miss Stinson! Are you ok? Miss Stinson!" It was one of her students trying to bring Kymie back to the land of the living. She looked like some sort of zombie. This was no way to make a good impression to those it would matter the most to. Kymie snapped out of her fog, rather startled and embarrassed. "Oh, gosh, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I had something rather pressing on my mind and got lost just for a minute but I'm ok now, class. Thank you for you help, Michael, you're quite a good little helper." Michael smiled politely at her and said "You're welcome, Miss Stinson." In the back of the classroom, the teacher, Mr. Maneval looked upon Kymie with a hint of disdain. He sarcastically quipped, "It's usually the student's attention that we have to keep from wandering. Are you a student, Miss Stinson?" This was Kymie's first day of student teaching and she was already making a bad first impression. She apologized succinctly and sincerely for her lapse and took charge of the class once again. "Anyway, where were we, class? Ah yes, the Declaration of Independence, now who can tell me the name of the first person to sign the Declaration of Independence?" Quickly, four hands raised and she picked Emily in the back row. "I think it was John Hancock, Miss Stinson", Emily mumbled sheepishly. Kymie needed to be a bit more assertive and should have asked Emily to speak louder and more clearly as Emily's mumble was barely audible. Kymie couldn't tell what Emily had said but saw Mr. Maneval in the back nodding his head yes to confirm a correct answer. Tentatively, Kymie uttered, "Umm, yes Emily, that's correct, John Hancock." Kymie knew she'd have to work on that assertiveness thing, and just at that moment, the bell rung loudly signaling the end of class. "Alright, students. Class dismissed and have a great weekend, but don't forget to read chapter six in your American History books and be ready to discuss the Bill of Rights when you come back on Monday, ok?" There was the expected collective groan from the class as they gathered their books and started to file out of the classroom.
Except for that momentary lapse of concentration, she had done pretty well for her first day in front of a classroom of sixth graders. She collected her lesson plan, textbooks and the rest of her materials and slipped them into her backpack. Just as she turned to leave, Mr. Maneval rose from the back of the class and addressed the young student teacher. "Listen, Kymie, I think you did a pretty decent job, but you're going to need to keep yourself focused on your class. If you start drifting off, what do you think they'll do? And also, you need to be more assertive. Just speak your mind, you're in charge. If someone's too quiet, tell them to speak up so that both you and the class can hear their response. But all in all, not too bad, Kymie. Have a great weekend and come back next week focused and ready to improve." She smiled pleasantly and thanked him for the advice before leaving the classroom. All the way back to her dorm room, Kymie thought about that lapse of concentration and started getting lost in it again, but this was a problem because Kymie was driving and becoming quite unaware of other motorists, pedestrians or anything else for that matter. Luckily, the school she student teaches at was rather close to campus where she lived. Kymie parked the car upon her return home and just sat at the wheel for a few solitary moments. Finally, she cried with great frustration, "I can't take this! I have to have some release! All I do is study, study, study; it never ends." She collapsed in tears on the steering wheel for what seemed like an eternity. Something was going to have to change...and soon.
Later that night, Kymie opened a book and began to study more when she realized that she just couldn't seem to focus. She felt so burnt out and unmotivated. Kymie was a top notch student, with a 3.78 GPA in education, but the constant barrage of studying, test taking and lesson plans had begun to wear upon her. Disgustedly, she closed the book and said, "Screw it, not now! I need a break." Her roommate Tina had left for the evening and probably wouldn't return for quite awhile so Kymie did have some time to just blow off steam if she wished...and she wished. Kymie had heard not long ago that there was some program you could access online, a download of meditational music. It didn't cost a thing, which was critical for a broke college student and supposedly, she had read and heard that this music was rather effective for someone who just needs to relax a little bit. If anybody needed that right now, she did. Kymie also had occasional fantasies in her mind about hypnosis and being in a trance. The thought was very appealing and to think of being that free and that relaxed put her at great ease. She was willing to do just about anything at this point just to relieve some of the stress. Kymie looked online for this meditational music download, but couldn't seem to locate it anywhere. She became frustrated when her attempt at finding deep relaxation and stress relief was seemingly only causing more stress. She began to peruse the hypnosis clubs in Yahoo and stumbled over a club called the Hypnotic Dreams Board. "Maybe one of them can help me find this before I go postal", she snipped out loud in obvious frustration.
She started seeking out hypnotists, but most of them were either unwilling to help with such a request or simply not available. After spending a couple of hours trying to find help from somebody, anybody, Kymie was nearly at the end of her rope. Emotionally frazzled and breaking down, she stumbled onto a posting in the club by Me. Kymie wasn't excited or repelled by the thought of Me being a Mistress. More than anything she just found it somewhat interesting. And as she read My message, something began to happen. As she read the provocative words, Kymie felt herself slipping off into a dream, like her favorite book, all curled up by a fire with her favorite book and just oblivious to anything else. The posting was actually a poem, but no ordinary one. This would likely induce a trance in the reader and Kymie was pulled right into the dream. The poem was called Lose Yourself and was about getting lost in your favorite book and the trance was rather friendly and benign so Kymie just enjoyed it. She needed to lose herself for awhile as she read quietly...
"the more you read, the more you want to read...
and as you do, your subconscious is freed...
free to absorb all the words that you see...
free to let them soak in unconsciously...
free to keep floating, free to keep drifting...
free to allow your mind's subtle shifting...
as the story continues to unfold...
conscious thought temporarily on hold...
thoughtlessly reading as pages drift by...
imagination is able to fly...
into the clouds as you leisurely float...
peripheral vision is more remote...
body sinks deeper, lazy and listless...
feels so good you don't want to resist this...
each line relaxes you more than the last...
less and less aware of time slipping past...
you've already slipped into a light trance...
your mind wants to sleep now, this is its chance..."
Kymie had slipped away into such a comfortable state and felt so free of all the pressures that had slowly worn her down. All she wanted were more words, more soft and subtly relaxing words to float into. She was totally engrossed and drinking in the words she read like the finest wine as she continued to let go...
"the story's calming and brings you sweet rest...
you notice the rise and fall of your chest...
it's rhythmic, steady, slower than before...
the sleep that you read continues to pour...
so warm and soothing into your calm mind...
tension is harder and harder to find...
leaving your body until none remains...
replaced with relaxation in your veins...
my words like satin gently caressing...
relaxation rapidly progressing...
you can't look away, your eyes are now glued...
you've got an inquisitive attitude...
you're so eager now to read the next line...
when you do, you see your thoughts are now mine...
I say now what you'd have thought on your own...
our wavelengths merge, locked into the same zone...
let your mind wander where ever it will...
drift down into trance even deeper still..."
Kymie's world had narrow into this little box with mind-melting words and she loved every second of it. By the end of the poem, she didn't really want to wake up, in fact, she didn't EVER want to wake up. But as she rose from this heavenly rest, she knew what she had to do. She needed to come to Me for help. Maybe I would have time. Maybe I would understand. If I was willing to write something like that and post it for all to enjoy, maybe I would have a couple minutes to assist Kymie in find this meditational music download. Fingers crossed, she logged in under her screen ID of sweet_and _innocent and sent an instant message to Me thanking Me for the relaxing poem and then explained her desire to find this file and also mentioned her growing interest in hypnosis. At first, there was no response and Kymie's hopes started to sink, but then, just when Kymie was about to just give up, get offline and cry into her pillow, a message popped up on Kymie's screen. It was from Me. Nervously, she read as I informed her that I was slightly detained but would be available to chat shortly. Kymie's heart fluttered with excitement and responded that she would wait as long as necessary and thanked Me for the response. I sent back a little smiley emote that really made Kymie feel good. She was so happy with anticipation and wondered if I could help her and yet, something made her a tad apprehensive, talking to a Mistress and all. Kymie had never done this before, and didn't really know what to expect.
The next few minutes were absolutely agonizing as Kymie's mind raced with all kinds of thoughts swirling inside of her. Finally came the message that Kymie was hoping for. "I am familiar with the piece of music that you wish to hear. And I can totally relate to the stress that you detailed for me. This will be just what you need, the elixir to help you regain some balance in your life. You'll be able to achieve your career pursuits and have that outlet that everyone needs. And I have good news for you, Kymie." Kymie was bursting was joy and relief as she read the words that brought happiness to her. Tears started to flow down her cheeks as she saw light at the end of this tunnel. "Kymie, I have what you seek, and I know that you are sincere. Isn't that right, Kymie?" "Yes ma'am", said the overly stressed coed. "You don't know what this means to me. I've just been falling apart." I comforted her, "I understand, dear. I'm so sorry that this has caused you such pain, and I have some time right now so if you'd like, I'll send you the file you desire." More tears streamed down Kymie's face, mixed with release and unbridled glee. "Thank you, ma'am. Thank you so much! How can I ever thank you for what you're doing for me?" I smiled to Myself with a mischievous giggle as I typed, "No need to worry about that just now, Kymie. All in good time." Kymie was so happy, but also thought the comment was curious...all in good time...what did that mean, she thought to herself, mildly inquisitive. However, her happiness was so overwhelming that she dismissed it, choosing to focus on the wonderful thing that was about to happen. "That's great, ma'am. I am just so excited I can hardly contain myself!" I had plans for the co-ed which would be revealed sooner than later.
"Now I'm sure that you are excited about the fact that someone can finally help you with what you want and need so badly...to relax...I am going to send you this wonderful file...the sound of the waves...the subtly relaxing music...it will help you to calm down...you might want to activate voice chat so I can walk you through it...I will send it now...do you have a microphone, Kymie?" Hesitantly she typed, "Yes, ma'am, but my roommate and I share a bedroom and she might be home pretty soon. Is that a problem, ma'am?" Hoping to quell her uneasiness, I typed, "Not at all. Tell you what, Kymie. Just activate your voice chat and you don't have to speak if you don't want to, but you might want to put your microphone on hands free in case you do...and if you have headphones, you might feel more comfortable putting them on and besides, this won't take very long...oh and by the way, call me Joanne." "Ok, Joanne", she replied before turning on voice chat. I had noticed that she seemed very passive and submissive in her respectful approach to me, and I capitalized on this to persuade her to do something she didn't necessarily want to do. This was going to be great fun for both of us. I sent her the file and explained that it might take approximately 10 minutes to download. She accepted the file transfer and My enticing seduction was about to commence. "Is your microphone on hands free, dear?" I asked her and her voice came through my speakers, very tentative and yet somewhat excited. "Yes, Joanne...I am here. Your voice is quite lovely." I thanked her and began to instruct her on what she could expect.
"When the download is complete, all that you will want to do is start to take some deep and easy breaths...while you do this, settle in comfortably and filter out any possible distractions...and you don't need to worry about your roommate...should she come in, you'll simply turn the program off and listen to it another time...you are certainly anticipating this wonderful relaxation and your enjoyment will be well worth the wait, dear...but let yourself become very calm in preparation for this and your experience will be all the more pleasant...don't ya think, Kymie?" Kymie seemed to be calming already and replied, "Yeah, I guess so. I mean, you're the expert." I continued to pull her in without her even being aware what was happening. My voice became more enticingly disarming with a hint of assured power mixed with humility. "Oh, I don't know that I'm such an expert, hon, but just the same, you can relax even now and let go of any concerns you might have had...all the pressures from your grueling studies...you can put them all aside for now and come back to them later...this is your time to relax and enjoy, isn't it, dear?" Kymie seemed to be settling in just a bit more. "Yes Joanne...thank you so much for your help. I really appreciate it." Intent on captivating her with My soothing voice, I accepted her compliment and proceeded.
"You're quite welcome, dear but I know you'd rather not speak if you don't have to and in fact, you'll find it easier to just listen to Me as I instruct you in your preparation for this well-deserved break from stressful things like books and reports and lesson plans...I see that your download is progressing well at 12% now...wonderful...I bet you're starting to look at the icon on your screen that shows your download's progress...that little blue line slowly filling in the white space which tells you how much closer you are to such deep relaxation...because this program is so soothing and calming...you'll be able to reach a blissful state of powerful relaxation...just continue to focus on your breathing and notice how much more calm you become...your body starting to sink a little deeper into your chair...and every breath relaxes you just a little bit more than the previous one...knowing that this is your time and that other things are so inconsequential right now...this is your time to relax...and take a break...and let go even more now...wouldn't you agree, my dear?" Her reply was somewhat flat and monotone as she simply said "Yes Joanne." "That's right, dear...this is your time to let go and feel your mind and body relaxing while you anticipate this comforting oasis in your desert of tension and stress...the little blue line seems to creep but it does so in such a steady, methodical way...18% now...and it's almost as if you are 18% more relaxed in your preparation...feeling so good...so comfortable...nothing else to do...nothing else to think about...and perhaps you might notice that other things just seem less important right now, Kymie...watching the numbers climb...relaxing more...watching the blue ease its way across the white...now at 20%...and you relax a little more so that when the program is fully loaded, you might get the utmost pleasure from this little gift." Kymie thought to herself, "Yeah, I work so hard. I do deserve this...this gift." I gave her no chance to question anything. I think of the seductive surrender of a subject like a sales prospect, and I was selling Kymie on the idea of relaxation. And the commission for this kind of sale is so gratifying.
"That's right, Kymie...finding yourself focusing your eyes on the screen...more and more tightly fixated with anticipation watching the numbers climb...letting go more and more...22%...so nice to feel so much more relaxed already than you were before...and you deserve it...you deserve to not have to think so hard for a change...in fact, you won't need to even think at all...just sit back and enjoy...breathing so calmly and without even having to think about it...just like when you sleep at night...letting your body do it for you...naturally and healthy...sinking down into your chair more still...your eyes stay fixed on the screen...on the numbers...on the blue line...crawling...invading the white space...27%...27% more relaxed now and feeling so free of your burdens...your body and mind preparing itself for wonderfully deep relaxation...so relaxing and soothing to watch the screen and listen to the sound of My voice assisting you...calming you...slowing you down just a bit more now...which is perfectly normal and desirable because it's the break you have wanted so badly for so long...to relax and let go completely and not have to think...isn't that right, dear?" Still unaware what was happening to her, she really was letting go and it felt so good. "Yess Joanneee", she said somewhat delayed, responding perfectly.
"Splendid, Kymie...I'm happy that I can help you out...helping you to help yourself because that is what you want...what you need...what you desire...your body beginning to completely collapse with relaxation watching and listening...watching and listening...watching and listening so intently...your focus tightening on the screen...on the sound of My voice...watching...listening...watching...listening...watching...listening...37% now...and 37% closer to deep relaxation...happening so easily without you even having to think about it...that much closer to what you've been waiting so long for...closer and closer now...My voice like a pleasant and calming warm light spreading over you...spreading over your body...relaxing your body that much more now...40% and sinking deeper down now, dear...feeling your warm heaviness flowing effortlessly through your toes and feet...moving up through your body and slowing down your thoughts...up into your ankles and calf muscles...letting go and melting under the soft warm glow of My voice and your relaxation deepens now...watching the blue invade the white space as if the white space was your conscious mind and thoughts...being gently overtaken by deep blue relaxation spreading across the screen...45% now and feeling so wonderful...closer and closer to the soothing relaxing sounds of waves...crashing in on the shore...over and over...so hypnotically endless...slowing you down more now...the music's addictive droning...touching you in deep places where tension and stress once sought refuge but hide no more...hearing it in your mind...letting go...melting...through your knees and thighs...spreading throughout your body...more calm...so much more relaxed now, aren't you, Kymie?" Kymie appeared to be a very good subject, especially for her first experience with hypnosis, whether she knew it or not. I paused and waited for her sluggish response; the corners of My mouth starting to curl with a devilish grin. I knew that she was slipping into trance already and soon she would be so deeply under My control and not even be aware of it. Might as well make her first trance a good one.
She finally answered but very quietly and flatly, "Yessss." "Goooooooood girl...you are doing so well and very soon you'll be ready to listen to those intoxicatingly blissful sounds you crave so much now...blue invading white...sleep invading consciousness...the glow spreading rampantly throughout your body...flowing underneath your seat...filling your hips and right up into your midsection...back and stomach collapsing with heavy warm relaxation now...feel it happening...more than half of your body so heavy and deeply relaxed...just as the numbers climb...52%...more than half way there now, dear...it won't be much longer before you'll be so ready for the music and the waves...and My voice...and sleep...My voice...and deep sleep...finding yourself locked onto the numbers...locked onto the blue wave flowing through white...overtaking conscious...erasing the white...erasing your consciousness...erasing your will...55% and going deeper now...sinking down deeper now...wishing the numbers would climb faster...but so constant and soothing...so steady...56%...letting go more now...closer to the deepest relaxation of your entire life...giving in to the wonderful sensations spilling over you...spreading up into your chest and even flowing irresistibly throughout your body...body sagging...collapsing with lazy heaviness...surrendering to the pleasure that My relaxation brings you, Kymie...nothing else matters now...except numbers...My voice...the blue wave of sleep...My voice...numbers...My voice...waves...My voice...sleep...sinking deeper still...not wanting this to stop...it feels so incredible...so wonderful to relax and let go so completely...no cares...no worries...no tension or stress...mind and body slowing down the more the blue wave takes over the white of your consciousness...so open to each and every one of My words and suggestions...coaxing you down into the deepest state of relaxation you could have ever imagined...and it happens so naturally without you having to think about it...63%...and nearly two-thirds of the way into deeply overwhelming relaxation and sleep...sleep and relaxation...relaxation and sleep...watching and listening...relax and sleep...listen and watch...relax and sleep...watch and listen...relax and sleep...listen and watch...relax and sleep...going down...sinking endlessly into the screen...into the blue wave...filling your body and mind...67% now...so much closer to such peace...everything taking you deeper and you have no desire to even think about what would disturb such a good feeling...as it spreads through your back and up into your shoulders and arms...filling your arms and hands...shoulders, arms and hands letting go...letting go and giving in...giving in and completely surrendering to relaxing deep heavy peaceful sleep...flowing like liquid relaxation now...71%...down...down...and down...so nice to feel so wonderful...so happy and peaceful...knowing that you can trust Me...that I am here to help you...here to guide you...to assist you...to take you to the most equisite place in your mind...the deepest part of you...no desire to resist it...letting it happen...allowing it to happen...wanting it to happen...needing it to happen...craving for it to happen...wanting the numbers to climb higher...faster...75% and deeper still, dear...and your shoulders, arms and hands completely collapse and have absolutely no desire to move whatsoever...you wouldn't want to move them because moving in any way might disturb this incredible feeling...the best feeling you've ever had...tell me, dear...how do you feel right now?" The college co-ed was now oblivious to everything except for the lovely blue wave, the climbing numbers and My intoxicating voice. Lost in utter rapture, she lazily answered me. "Sooooo relaxeddddddddd anddd heavyyyyyyyyyy...wanttt numbersss tooo climbbbbb higherrrrrrrr...fasterrrrrrrrr...soooooo wonderfulllllllll."
Soon she would learn the ecstasy of obedience to Mistress Joanne; very soon. Any resistance in her had absolutely crumbled but then again, she was completely unaware of everything outside of the world I had created in her entranced mind. Needless to say, there was to no place for any thoughts of resistance in this world, MY world. She wanted this more than anything in her entire life! "I am so proud of you, dear...and your download is nearly ready...you are nearly ready for your download...for your program...for your programming...watching the numbers climbing...so steady...just like your breathing...so slow and steady...your body and mind so slow and lethargic...so unnecessary to think...no need for thinking...that would only get in the way of your divine relaxation and we wouldn't want that...and so now, My dear, go deeper still for Me...blue taking over white completely...flowing into white...sleep flowing into consciousness...white turns to blue...sleep flows through you...white turns to blue...sleep flows through you...white turns to blue...sleep flows through you...white turns to blue...sleep flows through you...white turns to blue...sleep flows through you...white turns to blue...sleep flows through you...83% of the way into deep sleep now...sleep taking over your body and mind...sleep taking over body and mind and yet your eyes are absolutely LOCKED onto the screen...hearing only the sound of My voice...taking you down deeper still...flowing through you...up into your neck...melting your neck completely...surrendering to the feeling...surrendering to the relaxation...surrendering to sleep...surrendering to sleep...85% and so much deeper for Me now, My sweet...collapsing into your chair...so limp and loose...so loose and lazy...so lazy and heavy...so heavy and warm...so warm and safe...so safe and comfortable and so much deeper now...88%...climbing...flowing...sinking...drifting away...conscious vanishing rapidly...no need for thought...no thoughts...mind slowing and emptying...so hard to think about whatever you thought you were thinking about and anytime you try to think you instantly tire and have more difficulty thinking of what it was you might have thought you were thinking about and this makes the concept of thought an exhausting burden to think of what you've already forgotten...subconscious mind listening more the harder you try to think...deeper and less capable of thinking the harder you try to think...the less you understand what it means to think...if I were to ask you what you think, you wouldn't even understand the question because that would require thought which you become increasingly less capable of...and your conscious is so forgetful...not able to recall what's forgotten...surrendering to the waves...surrendering to the numbers...surrendering to My voice...surrendering to My voice...surrendering to My voice...echoing in your mind...My voice...filling your mind...My voice capturing you...the blue wave capturing you...90% and still deeper you go...falling so far...sinking deeper into your chair...completely unable to move and not wanting to...free of tension and stress...every breath takes you deeper now...93%...body wilting...every word I speak taking you deeper...flowing irresistibly into your open and receptive mind...flowing into your mind...filling your mind...surrendering to sleep...unable to resist...your mind is so open to My voice...incapable of resisting the powerful tranquilizing effect My voice has on you, My sweet one...letting go completely...white nearly gone...96%...only 4% left and dwindling fast...flowing up into your head...filling your face...loose and soft...melting...into your mind...melting and evaporating...three percent now...deeper and deeper...surrender to sleep for me, dear...surrender to sleep and give in to Me completely...two percent...down and down and down...My voice...the blue wave of control...blue wave of trance...consuming you totally...one percent left and so deep for me...surrendering completely...your body sleeps so deeply now...and your mind so vacant and passive...opening more and more to My voice...and when I next say the words SURRENDERTOSLEEP, your eyes collapse under the weight of heavy relaxation...in perfect time with the download completing...the blue wave disappearing from the screen and flowing directly into your empty mind...controlling you...taking you still deeper...and now...SURRENDERTOSLEEP...100% in deep intoxicating trance...completely open to each and every one of my suggestions with absolutely no will or desire to resist in any way because following My instructions allows you to plummet even deeper into trance and relax even more...feeling even better now...isn't that right, My sweet?" Barely able to speak, My newest subject mumbled, "Yesssssssss...nooo willllll.....nooo desireeee tooo resistttttt...deeperrrrrrrrrrrrr."
"Very good, My dear...you respond so easily and automatically without a thought in that pretty little head of yours...so easy to follow My instructions...so eager to go so much deeper for Me...now, listen very carefully, My pet...the program is ready to play...your eyes will open just enough to see yourself mindlessly activate your Windows Media Player...you will not awaken because your eyes are open...in fact, the very fact that you are already so responsive to My suggestions will send you even deeper asleep as you open your eyes...deeper under My control...your arms, hands and fingers will move without a single conscious thought...sending you even deeper...you will click on the play button and when you hear the music, your eyes will slam shut once again...only open long enough to click on the play button, then down and down and down...completely incapable of opening them again until I command you to do so...your arms collapsing and wilting, falling loosely by your side...as you listen to the soothing and entrancing sounds of the addictive waves on the shore...flowing over and over...endlessly...the music so hypnotic...takes you deeper and deeper still...while listening to this 12 minute odyssey, you will fall so much deeper and in your mind chanting the words that imprint themselves permanently into your mind...SURRENDERTOSLEEP...anchoring themselves into your subconscious mind...and each time you hear these words, you sink deeper and deeper into sleep...deeper and deeper under My irresistible control...the more easily you SURRENDERTOSLEEP and the deeper you SURRENDERTOSLEEP...powerless to resist Me now...eyes open now, dear...still deeper...click the play button and listen...when the music stops, you will respond out loud to me, "i SURRENDERTOSLEEP, Mistress Joanne" and we shall continue your NEW lesson plan. It seems the student who wanted to be a teacher was such a good student, and I'd have so much to teach her. " You do understand your task, don't you, My pet?", I asked but not sounding at all like a question. Blankly, she obediently responded, "Yesssssssss." "From now on, you will address me ONLY as Mistress Joanne...is this clear, My pet?", and again even more empty-minded, she complied and replied "Yesssssssss, Mistresssssssss Joanneeeeeeeee." Kymie was fast becoming My well trained pet and would do just about anything. "Very well then, My pet...perform your task and do it now!", I assertively commanded. Her life would never be the same again. And with that I sat back, smiled seductively and took a deep drag off of My cigarette and I thought to Myself rather smugly, "sweet...yes...innocent...not for long."
Part Two - pet's Conditioning
Kymie's eyes fluttered and slowly opened, distant...vacant. Her right arm moved in slow motion and clicked to activate the media player to start the hypnotic music. The last thing she knew, I was asking her to turn on her microphone. She was now responding in a complete fog and the music started quietly to seep in through her headphones...her mind had gone blank so fast that she was totally unaware now, but her subconscious was wide awake and eager for deepening. This would be a solid preparation for her conditioning, which at the moment had actually escaped Me. What would I do with My newest conquest? I had exactly 12 minutes to figure that out. Meanwhile, My pet was succumbing to the addictive effects of the music and getting the relaxation that she needed so desperately. This music and My voice would become her refuge, her sanctuary. Actually, it already had. The deeply soothing synthesized tones were pouring into her vacant space while calming waves were ebbing and flowing, sending her down into a black hole of subconscious awareness. Undetectable were the subliminals, urging her to relax more deeply and to let go of everything, and so she did exactly that...as if she had a choice anymore. Her mind was enchanted by the music and more conditioned by hearing herself in her mind saying SURRENDERTOSLEEP, over and over. Never-ending, just like the waves. With each crashing wave, she heard the words again and again. She was so helpless and utterly powerless to resist the natural deepening effect of the music. In Kymie's glazed mind, all she knew was SURRENDERTOSLEEP and so she did.
While Kymie slipped further down into defenselessness, I devised My plan. By day, she would be the best student the school had ever seen, flawless. Her mind would absorb knowledge more easily than she'd ever dreamed and so efficiently that she would have time for her new, soon-to-be obsession, hypnotic submission, at night. And she'd have no trouble whatsoever controlling a classroom. I would see to that personally. Excluding Myself, she would become a very dominant and assertive woman, commanding attention and respect. And I would reinforce that the more deeply she submitted to Me, the more dominant she would be in all other pursuits. Kymie's mind spiraled down into the infinite abyss of mindlessness as I plotted her future course of service to Me. After tonight, she would obey no other and have no thought of obeying anyone but Me. Every note of the entrancing composition would prepare her more and more for My conditioning as it droned on until finally I heard My pet. Completely unaware of her own conditioned response, she mumbled, "iiiii SSSSURRRRRENNNNDDDDERRRTTTOSSSSSLEEEEEPPPPPP." "Very good, My pet...I am so proud of you...now listen very carefully as you succumb even more completely to My control...you are already so submissive but your subconscious will reinforce this more powerfully every time I tell you to DESCEND...each time that I tell you to DESCEND, your trance will deepen while your submission to Me surfaces and grows exponentially...so as you relax and DESCEND for Me now, I will count slowly from 10 to 0 and as I do, you'll sink so much deeper for Me...with each number I count, you will count with Me, but you will notice that with every number you try to count, the task will become more complex...you might struggle to attempt to think of the number I have just counted, but each number will make that less and less possible...the ability to execute this will flow from your lips with every breath you exhale...exhaling any shred of the ability to think for yourself...with each number...with each exhale...with each beat of your heart...with each word that I speak...10."
Kymie, trailing behind stuttered and felt herself collapse even more as she meekly whispered "tennnnnnnn." "That's My good girl, so hard to think, each number takes away your ability to think for yourself...DESCEND...9...so hard to think what you were going to say if you hadn't forgotten...what was it, dear?" After a long pause, Kymie struggle to spit out the number "n...n...n...n..niinnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeee." "DESCEND...that's it, My pet...so impossible to do anything but DESCEND...so exhausting to do anything but follow along and OBEY...in this state of mind, it's the easiest thing to do...OBEY...your need to OBEY is growing...so strong...DESCEND deeper, My pet...8...thoughts vanishing...evaporating with each exhale...in your mind...see the numbers flowing out of you...draining out of your mind...more and more confused as to what numbers even are." A long silence ensued before finally I spoke again. "My pet, what is the next number?" Finally, she began to try and form the word but even words were hard to think of...words that represent numbers that confuse her and then evaporate as she forced out "ehhh.........ehhhh.......ehhhhh.........eeeeeeiiightttttt." "So deep with each number that you can't seem to remember and the more you forget, the more you try to remember but forget...in fact so blank for Me that the strain of attempting to think draining your mind of everything...all numbers...all words...all words except for one...the easiest one...the one thing you know at this point in time...all that matters...all that is important...the only thought that remains in your mind...what your desire tells you that you need to do...overwhelming desire to OBEY...when you realize that the numbers and words are gone, the one remaining thought in your mind will flow unconsciously out of you...OBEY...and with every number, OBEY etches itself deeper into you...deeply and permanently dwelling in your subconscious mind...knowing that all you want to do is OBEY...all that you need to do is OBEY...all that you wish to do is OBEY...it's so easy now...OBEY...so clear...OBEY...DESCEND...7." Kymie could actually see this happening and couldn't stop it. As she grasped frantically for the next number, the number she just heard, she could see it slip away. And as it escaped her grasp, she could see anything else remaining in her mind emptying out with her slow and deeply relaxing exhales...following the numbers that betrayed her, slipping away...slipping away...everything slipping away...except for one thought...the choice had been made for her. She needed this. It was what she truly wanted and it was so simple now. No more complexities in any way. Just OBEY, which trailed flatly and quietly in monotone out of her mouth with another exhale that took her deeper still.
The deepening persisted with each number ... 6 ... OBEY ... 5 ... OBEY ... OBEY ... 4 ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... 3 ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... 2 ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... 1 ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... OBEY ... 0 ... OBEY. "That's right, My pet...all the way down now...and your subconscious soaks up My wet thoughts like a sponge...expanding but never saturated...filling with My thoughts...so moist and damp...the word OBEY is permanently connected...tethered to Mistress Joanne...OBEY...Mistress Joanne...OBEY...Mistress Joanne...they go together...just as breathing and oxygen go together...OBEY...Mistress Joanne...permanently linked in your mind...and in the deepest recesses of your mind, you accept this as an indisputable fact...an undeniable absolute in your mind...OBEY...Mistress Joanne...linked...breathing...oxygen...linked...OBEY...Mistress Joanne...they go together...breathing...oxygen...they go together...linked...OBEY... Mistress Joanne...OBEY...Mistress Joanne...OBEY...Mistress Joanne...OBEY...Mistress Joanne...permanently linked...linked in your mind...linked...linked...to OBEY is to OBEY Mistress Joanne just as to breathe is to breathe oxygen...you understand and accept this at the deepest levels of your capability, don't you, My pet?" Her fate long since sealed, Kymie responded obediently with blind certainty, "OOOOBEEYYYYYYYYY." "Exactly, My pet. I think you've got it...tell Me...what is your name?" Without delay now, more acclimated to the conditioning which had burrowed itself so deeply within Kymie, her response was the same, "OOOOOBEEYYYYYYYYYYYY." "What is your birth date?" "OOOOOOBBEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY." "Of course, My pet...OBEY...you OBEY Me so perfectly...you OBEY Me automatically...so much so that you are unaware of the fact that you even have except for the fact that each time you OBEY one of My commands, every time you OBEY Me, you feel that the pleasure centers in your mind are opening up...your body becomes an open channel...a gateway to ecstasy...crashing over you like a surging tidal wave...the only thing holding back the pleasure from overwhelming you in orgasm is a dam in your pleasure centers...this dam was clearly not build to withstand such a force...such a powerful current...far too strong for the foundation of this dam to survive...each time you OBEY Me, My pet, in your mind, the dam starts to form cracks...growing larger with every passing moment...the pleasure trickling at first through the cracks...seeping through...then starting to squirt as the rubble starts falling...collapsing...the foundation of the dam rapidly becomes unstable and gives way, just as it is now...you can feel it happening now...because you are about to OBEY Me...and each response is an act of obedience so when you respond to Me now, you OBEY Me and feel the surging current of pleasure that accompanies your obedience...your reward...you will only realize that you have OBEYED Me after feeling the orgasm completely overwhelms and overrides your senses as you become a vessel of pleasure...isn't that right, My pet?" I sat in mischievous anticipation, getting soaking wet Myself at the progression of events and finally it came. Or should I say that she came. Her response was instantaneous and as she said "OOOOOOOBBEEEEYYYYYYYYYYY", the chain reaction was set into motion.
She could see it in her mind so clearly, the dam crumbling and collapsing and within but a few seconds of OBEYING, her body began to spasm and contort as she had no control over the tremendous volcanic eruption within her. She moaned loudly and screamed "OOOOOOOOOBBEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY" as she surrendered to orgasmic bliss, a direct result of her obedience to Me. She quivered and quaked violently as ecstasy possessed the very essence of her being. I only regretted not being there in person in her room to witness it firsthand, but I would gain this information from her in future trances and conversation as our relationship would surely grow. I nearly came just hearing her release to Me completely. "Deeper into trance as you orgasm now, My pet...so good to OBEY...nothing else has ever felt close to this good...you'll find that your need to release in orgasmic ecstasy without Me now becomes a thing of the past, because nothing even approaches what you just felt and the wonderful thing for you, My pet, is that with each orgasm, you not only become more submissively obedient to Me and deeper under My relentless control, but the force of the surging pleasure increases in intensity each time...building upon the strength of each previous one...each orgasm...stronger than the last...a direct result of your obedience to Me...and your mind and body, so completely under My control now will respond to this powerful suggestion with equal effectiveness and strength, regardless of whether you are in a waking state or deep in your SURRENDERTOSLEEP...do you understand, My pet?" Surely I would orgasm this time after hearing her exquisite surrender again and when she uttered "OOOOOOOOOOBBBEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY", she nearly broke My eardrums with her uncontrollably sensual moans of desire. Her body writhed and thrashed about, nearly falling out of her chair as I simultaneously felt the explosion inside of Me in powerful orgasmic nirvana. I would bring out Kymie's deepest and darkest desires while still assisting her, allowing her to reach her full potential in her vocation. First things first, though. For now, it was time to bring her up to waking consciousness. I already felt somewhat as if I had pushed my luck with her roommate so soon to arrive.
"Well, My obedient one, your new existence has begun...you have been reborn, as it were...and now it's time for you to return to from this dreamy fog into waking clarity, but you awaken changed forever...you will tell no one of your relationship with Me, but when you awaken, you will know with unwavering certainty that I am now and forever your Mistress...now and forever your Mistress...your Mistress Joanne...and submission to Me is sweeter than sugar...the most irresistible force you have ever encountered or ever will...My will is yours now...My passions...yours...My desires...yours...your lifelong goal is to continue to surrender more and more completely into My loving hypnotic control...you will know this when you wake and you will wake at the count of five...alert, refreshed and ready to resume your studies with a renewed focus...absorbing all that you take in...learning so instinctively...and so grateful to Me for My assistance and My control over you...with no fears or resignations...more comfortable with Me than you have ever been with anyone...craving to come back to this deep deep surrender state and you will anytime I tell you to SURRENDERTOSLEEP...quickly and easily...dropping deeper into trance each time for Me and only Me...like sliding down a greased pole...down into the abyss of warm and loving submission to Me and only Me...needing to return every night at this time...needing to add Me to your friends list and needing to meet with Me at 10 pm every night except on Saturdays and Sundays unless I instruct you otherwise...and should I tell you otherwise, you would instantly and automatically OBEY...which comes easier to you than anything...you OBEY Mistress Joanne like you breathe oxygen...now rising up...more refreshed and energized with each number...1...breathing in a cleansing breath...feeling your body lifting...the fog starting to lift...2...more alert...your breathing returning to normal...all of My suggestions anchored and fossilized in the deepest part of your subconscious...permanently...3...still lifting...more buoyant...sensations returning to normal...thoughts returning...so happy and full of vitality...rejuvenated and ready to study...4...stretching now...eyes starting to flutter...nearly awake...so grateful for My help...so alert...sharp...such clarity...and 5...eyes open...WIDE AWAKE...WIDE AWAKE...WIDE AWAKE...completely refreshed now."
Kymie knew deep within her that her greatest need was now to please Me, and please Me she would. Her eyes opened as she stretched a little more and with humble reverence she purred, "Thank YOU so much, Mistress Joanne...i can't even comprehend YOUR kindness and YOUR willingness to help me...i am such a lucky pet...and i feel so loved...by YOU and only YOU." I reassured her that she was cherished and that I would help further her endeavors to which she was so grateful. I decided to keep it short and sent My pet on her way as I had other appointments to keep. Kymie logged off just in time before Tina, her roomie, entered. Plopping her book bag on her bed, Tina lit a cigarette and exhaled exhaustedly. "So, Kymie, another date with the books? You need to take a break sometime, girl, a diversion, ya know?" Kymie just smiled shyly and thought to herself, if you only knew...if you only knew. "Yep, books, books and more books. But I think I'll take your advice, actually. I
do need to put those damn things down once in a while and take a break. Maybe I can do it while you're out and about at night, when I have the place to myself", to which Tina responded, "Actually, guess what? I just signed up tonight for an aerobics class. It's gonna be Monday through Friday from 10-11 pm. Maybe you should join me and let that stress out. How about that?" Kymie could barely contain the excitement of hearing this but put on her best poker face. "Nah, think I'll just lay low here and enjoy the quiet." Tina then crushed out her cigarette and said, "Suit yourself, honey. I'm going to bed. You gonna be up much longer?" Closing her eyes and sighing, Kymie replied, "Well, maybe just a little bit, but sleep sounds like a good idea", mumbling to herself SURRENDERTOSLEEP, that is. With that, Kymie opened her text book back up as Tina said goodnight. "Sweet dreams, Tina", Kymie said sweetly. "Definitely, hon. Sweet dreams to you too", Tina said in mid-yawn. By then though, Kymie was already lost in thought with a smile that couldn't have been pried off of her face, thinking of the dreams to come of her Mistress Joanne. All in a day's work for Me.
Maid to Clean
Jim sighed as he closed the door behind his last
guest. The party had been a success, but his house was
trashed.
The joys of being a college senior and living
off campus, he supposed.
Still, it would take the entire next day to get the
place cleaned up. And he didn't expect his roommate,
Amy, would be much help. She hated cleaning as much as
he did and with the amount of tequila she drank at the
party probably wouldn't be up before the next
afternoon.
Jim grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed upstairs
to his room and sat down at his computer.
"I wonder how much a maid would cost," he wondered
aloud as he put on his headphones and turned on some
music.
He spent the next few minutes surfing the Web,
checking out rates with various services. All were
well out of the price range of a guy with student
loans in the tens of thousands. He was about to give
up when a hit on his search engine caught his eye.
"Free Housekeeping Help!" it exclaimed.
He clicked the link and took a swig of beer. The site
was not what he expected.
"Turn anyone into a maid," the site said. "Powerful
hypnosis program teaches even the messiest people the
joy of a clean house."
A sly grin spread across Jim's face. This was perfect.
He had only to get Amy in front of the computer and
he'd be set for the rest of the year. And all for $25.
He dug out his credit card as he read the downloading
instructions. Following the directions, he turned off
his screen saver, quit out of the other programs he
had running, including his music. Then he typed in his
credit card number and hit purchase.
It was a slow download, a far larger file than he'd
anticipated. He was just about ready to head down for
another beer when he saw something on the screen. He
leaned in closer as a very low pulsing signal began to
sound in his headphones.
He could just make out the beginnings of...what was
that? A spiral? He squinted to see better, even as he
began to feel tired. The sound in his headphones began
to grow louder.
Jim's eyes began to glaze over. His expression went
blank and his body relaxed. And then he knew no more
as the powerful program ran through the night.
****
Jim awoke the next morning, his face on his desk. He
stretched and yawned. It had been a long time since
he'd fallen asleep at the computer and that was
typically when he was pulling an all-nighter trying to
get a paper finished. The cleaning tips website he'd
been looking at the night before was still on the
screen.
He shut down the computer and took a quick shower
before throwing on some old clothes and getting down
to some serious cleaning.
He started by doing a quick collection of the bottles
and emptying the ashtrays. The he moved on to the
heavier duty cleaning -- dusting, polishing and
scrubbing.
He was scrubbing the kitchen floor on his hands and
knees when Amy came downstairs, still disheveled from
the night before.
"Wow, Jim, it looks great down here!" she said.
"Thanks, I forgot how much I like cleaning."
Amy gave him a strange look.
"Um, yeah," she said. "Are you wearing my apron?"
Jim paused and looked at his waist. He'
d forgotten
he'd put her waitressing apron on when he'd been
cleaning the closet.
"Yeah. I needed something to put some cleaning
supplies in so I could work more efficiently," he
said. "I didn't think you'd mind."
"I wouldn't except for the bleach stain."
"Oh," Jim said, looking back at the green apron, one
corner of which had obviously been bleached. "Sorry
about that. Hey, I'll stop at the uniform store
tomorrow and get you a new one."
"Fine. I'm going to take a shower and head to the
library. I'll see you later."
"Later," Jim replied, happily returning to scrubbing.
****
That night Jim sank down into his chair in front of
his computer. He was tired, but strangely satisfied
with his day. There was something not right, but he
couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.
Without even thinking about it, he put on his
headphones and activated the program he'd downloaded
the night before. A moment later, his mind was gone as
the graphics and pulsing sound re-enforced the
programming he'd received the night before.
****
The next day, Jim walked into the uniform store. A
clerk wearing nursing scrubs walked up to him.
"Anything I can help you find?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm looking for an apron," he said.
"Along the back wall," she said.
"Thanks."
Jim walked to the back of the store and scanned the
apron-filled racks until he saw the green apron that
was part of Amy's uniform. He was about to leave when
his eyes fell on a rack of maid's uniforms.
Without even thinking about it, he selected a grey
tunic with white collar and cuffs and matching pants
and went into a fitting room. Unfamiliar with women's
sizes, he had to try on several before he found one
that fit. Then he got several in that size and took
his purchases to the clerk.
"All set?" she asked, eyeing the uniform.
"Yes, thank you."
"Okay then."
Back home, Jim happily pulled on one of his new
uniforms.
"I can't believe I didn't think to get a proper
housekeeping uniform before," he said to himself as he
settled down in front of the computer and activated
the program again.
****
The next morning Jim was up early, in uniform and
humming happily as he finished cooking Amy's
breakfast.
"Hey, Jim, thanks for picking up that apron," she said
as she came into the kitchen. "I've got a double shift
tonight and..."
She trailed off as she saw Jim.
"Good morning, ma'am," he said.
"Uh, good morning. What's up with the outfit?"
"It's my new uniform. A housekeeper really should wear
the proper attire. Would you prefer a different
uniform, ma'am?"
"Uh, no, it's fine," she said. "Is that breakfast?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You know, Jim, I could get used to being pampered
like this," she said, sitting down at the table and
digging into the pancakes.
"I am at your disposal, ma'am," Jim said as he started
to wash the dishes.
"Are you all right, Jim?" Amy asked as she finished .
"Yes, ma'am. Why do you ask?"
"No reason. I'll see you tonight."
"Have a good day, ma'am."
After cleaning the kitchen, Jim did a quick sweep of
the rest of the house, before sitting down at his
computer and letting the mind-altering effects of the
program wash over him.
****
Amy dropped her keys and apron on the kitchen table.
What an awful shift, she thought as she pulled off her
tie and grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
She was kind of disappointed that Jim had had to drive
home for a friend's funeral. Over the past three
weeks, he'd stopped going to classes and spent most of
his time cleaning the house, catering to her every
whim or locked in his room. She could definitely get
used to having a maid, particularly one who gave such
good foot rubs, which was exactly what she had been
looking forward to tonight.
Still, with Jim out, there was an opportunity to find
out what he was doing in his room. Well, no time like
the present, she thought as she walked upstairs.
Jim's room was as immaculate as the rest of the
house. His uniforms hung neatly in the closet, she saw
and briefly hoped he hadn't worn one to the funeral.
Going through the room and finding nothing of
interest, she sat down at the computer and began
reviewing the files. Again nothing interesting.
She checked his web browser's history. She wasn't
surprised to find numerous searches for cleaning tips
and recipes. She was about to give up when she saw the
last entry from the night of the party.
"Turn anyone into a maid?" she asked herself. "What
the hell?"
She quickly checked the download history and found
that Jim had indeed downloaded the program.
"Why would he want to turn himself into maid?" she
asked herself.
"I didn't, ma'am," Jim said from behind her.
Amy jumped out of the chair and saw Jim standing in
the doorway dressed in a dark suit.
"I thought you were at a funeral."
"I was. But it would be inappropriate for me not to be
here to tend to your needs."
"What the hell's going on here, Jim?" Amy demanded.
"May I put on my uniform, ma'am, and I'll explain it
to you."
"Fine, but I'm not letting you out of my sight until
you explain this to me."
"Yes, ma'am," Jim said, starting to strip.
Amy was surprised that he no longer had any body hair.
It had been shaved off. Jim dressed quickly and then
turned and executed a perfect curtsy.
"How may I serve you, ma'am?"
"What did you mean you didn't want to turn yourself
into a maid? You bought the file.
"Yes, ma'am. I had intended to turn you into my maid,
but fortunately, I was snared by the program and am
now your maid."
"You were going to turn me into a maid?"
"Yes, ma'am. I thought it might make you clean up more
and maybe even wear a French maid's uniform. I had no
idea that this would happen."
There was silence for a long while as Amy thought over
the confession. Jim stood impassive with his hands
folded demurely in front of him. At last Amy smiled
wickedly and spoke.
"Here's what we're going to do..."
****
Jim walked into the Malley Maids office and smiled at
the receptionist.
"Good afternoon, sir, how may I help you?" she asked,
returning his smile.
"I understand you're hiring."
"Yes."
"I would like to apply."
"Um, there's no management positions open right now,
we're only hiring maids."
"That's the job I want."
"One moment, please," the receptionist said as she
stood and disappeared into the back.
A minute or so later, another woman came out.
"I'm Allison Malley, owner of Malley Maids," she said.
"Please come into my office."
"Thank you, ma'am," Jim said, following her and
settling into the chair Allison indicated.
"So, you want to be a Malley Maid?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Why?"
"I love to clean and I understand you have the best
maid service in town. I want to be the best maid that
I can."
"What's you name?"
"Jim Henderson, ma'am."
"Do you have a resume?"
"Yes, ma'am," Jim replied, handing her a neatly type
sheet.
"You attend State? Majoring in pre-law?"
"I recently left school, ma'am. It turns out that I
just wasn't cut out for that sort of work."
"And you think you'd be happy cleaning houses for a
living?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"I'll be honest with you, Jim. We've never had a man
apply for a job here. Our girls wear dresses and we
don't even have a male uniform. I'd have to get one
specially made for you."
To be honest, ma'am, I'd prefer to be treated just
like one of the girls. I'm in the process of becoming
one."
"Oh, uh, I don't know what to say to that."
Say you'll hire me, ma'am. I'll be the best maid
you've ever had."
"Why don't you wait outside for a few minutes and let
me check your references and think about this."
"Yes, ma'am."
Jim sat down in the lobby and waited for perhaps
half-an-hour. Allison came out and smiled at him.
Tell me, Jim, what's your name going to be once
you're a woman?"
Megan, ma'am.
"Well, then, Megan, let's see if we have a uniform in
your size. You start tomorrow."
Thank you, ma'am.
****
Amy smiled to herself as Jim walked out of the Malley
Maid office. He was wearing white tennis shoes, a
black dress with contrasting white collar and cuffs. A
starched apron with the Malley Maid logo was around
his waist.
"Got the job, Megan?" she asked as Jim climbed into
the car.
"Yes, ma'am. I start tomorrow."
"Good girl, now let's head home. I want to enjoy your
dick while you still have one."
"Yes, ma'am. I live to serve."
Smoky Seduction
It had been a long flight, but time was of the essence in her line
of work and the assignment was due. The shapely auburn trussed agent
knocked on the half-open door, and entered the office, closing the
door behind her. Joanne sat in the guest chair and slowly extended
her long legs. She took a deep breath and began her report to her
commanding officer.
"Sir, I am happy to report that the assignment is complete.
Everything is under control. The subject, Jim is completely mine,
and his company will be under our control any day."
"Excellent," her commanding officer George replied, " Once again,
you have exceeded our expectations. Tell me more about how you
completed your assignment. Did you run into any problems?"
"No, actually it was the easiest seduction I have ever had. Who knew
that our target would have a hypnosis fetish naturally? It should
always be that easy. Once I got his name from the dossier it was a
simple matter of looking over all the visitors to my website. At
first, I saw that he was an infrequent one, but that he did view it
every month or so to check on any updates. It was easy to bait the
hook so to speak, by updating the website with some very directed
subliminal photos and sample mp3s. All the while knowing that over
the short time you gave me, I could wear down his resistance piece
by piece until he would allow me an opportunity to exploit his
natural interest in femdom hypnosis. After a week, I received an e-
mail from him ordering one of my mp3s. From that point on the rest
of the assignment was child's play. The first mp3 was a simple
conditioning one, which installed a few triggers that would lay the
groundwork for actually bringing him under my complete domination.
It was an easy task to personalize my prerecorded mp3s, so I not
only altered the mp3s to direct them at him, but I also included a
few suggestions to allow me to see how effective my commands were.
Knowing that the easiest way to control and subjugate the male mind
was to exploit a fetish, after reviewing what pictures he viewed the
most on my website, I structured the mp3 to expand his smoking
fetish. Sure enough the next 3 pre-packaged mp3s he bought all dealt
with smoking."
With that Joanne paused for a second and watched her boss. He seemed
to be relaxed enough for her to try the next phase in her plan. She
reached into her purse and pulled out a cigarette from her silver
case, and extended it for a light. True to form, George reached out
with a match. Blowing a stream of sweet smoke to extinguish the
match, she leaned back in her chair, and as Joanne smiled inwardly
at her success, she continued her story.
"Finally after he had downloaded a couple of my specially custom
mp3s for him and I had chatted with him online for a while, I found
out he was going to be on business trip for a few days in Cleveland.
So, I planted a suggestion for him to be at the hotel bar at 9 pm,
on a certain night, and went over to complete my assignment."
Joanne took another drag on her cigarette and looked over at George
who was transfixed by her story. So far all was going accordingly to
her plan. She continued,
"Once there I saw him, and as per my plan I walked over to him and
asked " do you have light?" As my suggestions had instructed him,
he lit my cigarette, and I instantly saw that he had entered into a
light trance. Now was the time to swoop in for the kill so to
speak. "Come, I said, join me at my table." I guided him to a dimly
lit booth in the back of the bar where we wouldn't be distracted and
sat along side him to begin the final phase: "Watch the smoke, watch
it swirl around in the light, slowly gliding to form a spiral in the
light, slowly drawing you into the spiral, into the rotating rings,
slowly drawing you deeper into the center, slowing your thoughts
down, slowly Descending for me , swirling slippery sleepy smoke,
sedating, soothing, Surrendering to Sleep now." I blew more of my
smoke into the air so it would slowly Descend over him, " your eyes
are so heavy, the smoke has made it so hard to keep them open,
that's right close them, but in your mind, you can still see the
smokey spiral spinning dragging you ever deeper into a place of
complete relaxation, into a place where there is nothing but the
sound of my voice, and in this place you are in, you now see me, you
can see my face, the face of the most beautiful woman you have ever
seen, with the most luscious red lips, beautiful blue eyes, slowly
smoking a long elegant white cigarette. You know this is the woman
of your dreams. The woman you have always been waiting for. So
beautiful, so aroused by her, by her long red fingernails, as she
takes a puff on the long white cigarette, so aroused by the contrast
of those full red lips and the alabaster cigarette. You are so
aroused by me, so hard now, so in love with this place, this Creamy
Dream. That's right falling deeper for me, you want me to Blow your
Mind, that's right falling deeper and as you fall deeper you become
more and more aroused. I am the only one who can give you pleasure,
I control your pleasure, and I control you. That's right so hard so
aroused, and so ready to cum, and when you cum, you will feel your
will leaving you, leaving you completely open and helpless, that's
right so ready to cum, imaging my lips slowly blowing nice warm
soporific smoke on your hard erect penis, slowly surrounding it and
sucking the will right out of you. Now ready to cum on the count of
3. One, so hard so erect, Two, so aroused, and now Three Cum That's
Right. Cum for me. Cum some more. Completely emptying your mind,
and your body for me...."
Joanne finished her cigarette and looked over at her commanding
officer, George. He was slumped back in his chair with his eyes
closed. Even from across the desk she could see the wet stain slowly
spreading in his lap. She stubbed out her cigarette and walked
behind him, remarking under her breath, "Looks like Joe wasn't the
only one with a smoking fetish. That was easier than I thought."
The Seduction of Innocence
I was thinking about you this morning when I awoke, when I awoke from that place where I was with you.
Like from a trance, a strangely familiar trance.
Or was it from a dream, perhaps from another lifetime across the galaxy.
I tried desperately to hold on to the scattering fragments of that fleeting life with You.
Partial futility and partial gratitude, both intermingled.
Bittersweet longing as images of You and of us faded from my consciousness waking into this world, like shining drops of dew vanishing before the burning intensity of the morning sun.
But some I rescued, translating them into the vibrational currency of this world.
These I wish to share with You.
My gift.
My offering.
I dimly remember . . . .
"Did you move?" You growled through clenched teeth.
I froze.
Anticipatory fear.
I had broken my commitment.
"I'm not going to ask you again.
That thin rattan cane will ask for Me."
"Yes", I barely eked out through my rapidly constricting throat.
"I CAN'T HEAR
YOU!!!"
Your words vibrated through my brain, through my body as though the sole and only purpose for which I was created was to be an echo chamber for Your voice.
"Yes!"
I managed to bring my confession into the acceptably audible range for my Mistress.
"Yes what?"
came the demand for that trained response which fear had paralyzed in my memory of proper protocol.
"Yes, Mistress!
I moved."
My breathing stopped, my heartbeat, still.
In that eternity of aloneness in the vastness of intergalactic darkness I waited.
"Did I tell you to move?" You eventually queried in an eerily gentle voice.
"No, Mistress!
You didn't tell me to move."
"Did I give you permission to move?" You whispered, Your hot breath in my ear causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up, gooseflesh quivering over the breadth of my exposed nakedness.
"No Mistress!
You didn't give me permission to move."
I was quivering now, being moved beyond my control by undulating cycles of unrelenting tremors.
"Why, then, did you move if you did NOT have my permission to move."
Each word landed like an ice cube on my exposed flesh, shocking my nervous system in a cascade of repeated accusations against which I was defenseless.
I had sinned.
There was no excuse, and no escape. Redemption lay solely in totally committed openness of body and mind to Your scrutiny.
To remain in the light of Your sun I was compelled to sacrifice my independence of self and prostrate my residual vulnerability at Your feet.
"I was thinking only of my self, my discomfort, not of You, dear Mistress."
"I know that.
I know all.
There is nothing you will think, feel, say, or do such that I am not already there ahead of you, waiting for you to come to Me.
Is there"?"
Your cooing voice was itself the collar and leash controlling my mind, both seducing and threatening in the unity of Your presence, splitting my mind with longing and fear, dividing and conquering for Your entertainment.
"No, Mistress!
There is nothing I can think, feel, say, or do that You do not already know.
You know all about me.
You know me better than I know myself.
I am completely transparent to You, and I want to be completely transparent to You.
I don't want to hide anything from You."
My confession gushed forth as though spoken by another person, a stranger inside me who was obedient servant to this Mistress, sinful supplicant to this Mother Superior.
"That's right.
You don't want to and you WILL NOT hide anything from Me, will you?"
"No, Mistress!
I won't hide anything from You."
"In fact you won't EVER hide anything from Me, EVER AGAIN, will you?" You emphatically insisted, leveraging this window of opportunity to its maximum openness.
"No, not ever."
"PROMISE Me you will never hide any thought or feeling or indiscretion from Me ever again.
Say it!
I want to hear it in your own words."
I felt Your voice reaching deeper into the core of my being and pulling out bits and pieces of my wall of resistance.
"I want to hear you commit yourself to honesty and to Me, and stop that selfish fearful hiding from Me."
"I promise, Mistress, that I will never hide any thoughts, feelings, or indiscretions from You ever again."
"Good boy!
Now I want you to close your eyes and feel the power of that commitment you just made to Me in your own words, I want you to feel it resonate deep down inside you, in that place where you protect yourself even from Me, in that safe place where you are just a little boy.
Can you feel that place inside you?"
Your soothing hypnotic voice washed over me, and in its wake I felt any sense of will to resist, to fight Your influence, evaporate. Suddenly I felt empty, like a container that longs to be filled with the Other so its fullness can be felt, and its aching emptiness can be soothed.
"Yes, Mistress!"
My voice seemed to come from somewhere on the other side of the room.
"You are a good boy!
Now have that little boy say your promise to Me in his own voice, and feel its truth from the deepest part of your being, that you will never break your promise to Me for the rest of your life, that you long to keep your promises to Me every day, that you truly find your happiness in keeping your commitment and your promises to Me.
Say it!"
Although I heard Your words in my head and was busy editing and understanding them, some other part of me responded, some deeper, darker part that only wanted to be obedient to Your will because that would make You happy.
"I promise, Mistress, that I will never hide any thoughts, feelings, and indiscretions from You ever again, for the rest of my life.
I long to keep my promises to You every day.
I truly find my deepest happiness in keeping my commitment and my promises to You."
Something inside me broke open, and these truths came pouring out like a conversion experience at an evangelical healing.
"
I only want to make You happy, Mistress Joanne.
I long to make You happy."
"And I'm going to give you the chance to make Me happy today.
Would you like that?
"Yes, Mistress, I would really like that."
"Then let's start with this.
Can you see the door to that safe place where that little boy is hiding"
"Yes."
"Good.
Now, where is the key to that lock on the door?"
"On a chain hanging around his neck."
"Of course!
Gently invite that little boy to go over to the door and unlock it with the key.
Can you see that?"
"Yes, I can.
He's done that."
"Now have him open the door so he can see Me standing there outside the door waiting for him."
"Mmmm Hmmm."
"Can he see Me?"
"Yes."
"How does he respond?"
"He is uncertain, unsure of what to do next?"
"Ask him come over to Me and hand me the key."
"He did that."
"He wants Me to have the key doesn't he?"
Your voice was a leash pulling my responses out of me, totally untouched by any surface desire on my part to deflect or minimize Your control.
"Yes, he does.
It's too much responsibility for him.
He's smiling now."
"You are such a good boy!"
I felt a surge of warmth wash over me as you spoke so lovingly to some place deep inside me.
"Watch me now as I put your safety keychain around My neck, lifting My long hair and flipping it back over the chain.
Can you see how the key to your secret safe place lies nestled between the fullness of My soft breasts?"
"Ohhh!"
I uttered a soft cry.
"Yes".
The trembling in my body began to get more intense.
"You can watch Me now as I squat down in front of that little boy, in front of you.
You might even catch a glimpse of My turquoise panties as I do so.
I'm looking deep into his eyes now, and he is looking deeply into My bottomless blue eyes.
We are merging, flowing into one, a small stream flowing into a mighty river and becoming one with it.
Notice as I slowly unbutton My cream colored silk blouse.
Button by sensuously slow button.
Are My breasts inviting to you, little boy? Do you feel an irresistible pull drawing you helplessly toward My breasts?"
I swallowed, and then managed to release a barely audible whisper.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Of course you do!
You can't resist can you?" You teased.
"No, Mistress.
I can't resist." I whispered.
"No, of course you can't resist Me.
You don't want to resist Me, do you?
You long to keep your every promise to Me, don't you?
You want that more than anything else in the world, don't you, little boy?", You cooed ever so seductively.
I could only watch my body nod mutely, as though standing outside myself, helplessly watching a body that was no longer mine to control.
"You want that so much that you even gave Me the key to your resistance.
That's true isn't it, my obedient little boy?
That's the reason you gave Me the key to your safe place, to that one last refuge where you could hide from Me, where you could disobey My orders and withhold complete commitment to Me, isn't it now?
It's such a wonderful little boy who wants Me to keep you honest.
That's why he gave Me the key to your resistance, isn't it?
So you can't hide from Me anymore. He doesn't want to hide from Me anymore, do you?
That's the truth, isn't it, my honest little boy?"
Split in two by Your magic, my voice was gone, somewhere gone away from me.
Puppet-like, I could only nod my assent.
"Yes, of course it's true.
It's the irresistible truth, isn't it, little one?"
I nodded helplessly again, repeatedly, totally overwhelmed by the hypnotic seduction of Your voice, sliding down the slippery slope into submission to Your sensual power, Your irresistible sexual dominance.
"I want to hear your voice say it.
Speak to me, my little slaveboy".
Your laughter brightened the whole room like wind chimes, music from hollow steel.
"I give you permission to speak, to confess to Me the truth, that you gave Me the key to your resistance because you want Me to be irresistible to you.
Come now, tell Me!"
"It's true, Mistress.
I gave You the key to my resistance, to my sanctuary because I don't want to be safe from You any more, I don't want to be able to hide from You, I don't want to be able to resist You in any way.
I really don't!"
"And you won't!", You commanded me into sudden silence.
"I want you to gaze at My breasts.
Aren't they beautiful?
Aren't they irresistible?"
I could only nod in obedient compliance with Your words and the truth they spoke.
"All that commands your deepest longings now softly imprisons forever the key to your resistance.
Your resistance itself lies obediently compliant between My beautiful breasts, and obedience is pleasure.
Even your resistance belongs to me and obeys me.
So, your worshipful ritual from now on is, every night before sleep, this vision of your Goddess" breasts will remind you of your Owner.
Every morning upon waking you will remember this Image of your true slave status.
You belong to Me.
You want to belong to Me.
And throughout each and every day you will compulsively recall this compelling symbolic Image and tell yourself out loud that your safe refuge lies only between Mistress Joanne�s irresistible breasts.
You will remind yourself verbally how much you long to worship at the altar of My demanding breasts.
Notice how your body shivers in acknowledging the truth of My words."
I was shaking almost violently.
The longer I gazed at Your magnificent cleavage the more I could feel my energy draining out through my helplessly staring eyes.
The golden key of my autonomy as a person, as someone separate from You, lay in stark contrast with the brown tan of Your smooth skin, making Your tantalizing breasts appear even more salient, more compelling, more powerful, more insistent, more demanding.
Your gorgeous breasts nestling my golden key were rapidly becoming my All.
I stood there like a zombie, only able to nod acquiescently to the mastering voice of my Mistress.
"I will always hold the key to your resistance between My breasts.
Always!
Always!"
You breathed heavily in my ear, branding this irrevocable truth into my brain for all eternity.
"You will never, ever forget this.
You will always be obedient to Me.
You deeply long to be obedient to Me, don't you, my lovely little boy?
"Yes, Mistress!"
N
ow I will seal this agreement between us with your voluntary compliance.
Watch as I pull down My bra and release the fullness of My power over you.
Watch as I dangle My pendulous breasts in front of that little boy.
What will he do?
Can you see him reach out to take My breast and suckle My nipple?
Yessss.
Ooooh, and that feels so good, doesn't it?
He accepts My nurturing and he doesn't even care about that key to your resistance any more!
He wants to be nurtured by me rather than make you safe.
And that is what irrevocably seals our agreement permanently.
Now watch helplessly as I pick him up and carry him away with Me.
He belongs to Me now.
And so you also belong to Me, and will do anything and everything I tell you to do, won't you?"
I whispered "Yes, Mistress!" from deep within the trance state You had taken me into.
You had seduced me, plucked out my soul, and led me into voluntary slavery simply with Your voice, as I stood there in front of You, naked and sporting a huge hard-on.
Outside and in, I was completely and totally naked to You, totally open to You.
And what finally crushed the spirit of any fragments of resistance was the intensity of the feeling that I truly wanted it that way, that You were right!
"Did you move?" You growled through clenched teeth.
I froze.
Anticipatory fear.
I had broken my commitment.
"I'm not going to ask you again.
That thin rattan cane will ask for Me."
"Yes", I barely eked out through my rapidly constricting throat.
"I CAN'T HEAR
YOU!!!"
Your words vibrated through my brain, through my body as though the sole and only purpose for which I was created was to be an echo chamber for Your voice.
"Yes!"
I managed to bring my confession into the acceptably audible range for my Mistress.
"Yes what?"
came the demand for that trained response which fear had paralyzed in my memory of proper protocol.
"Yes, Mistress!
I moved."
My breathing stopped, my heartbeat, still.
In that eternity of aloneness in the vastness of intergalactic darkness I waited.
"Did I tell you to move?" You eventually queried in an eerily gentle voice.
"No, Mistress!
You didn't tell me to move."
"Did I give you permission to move?" You whispered, Your hot breath in my ear causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up, gooseflesh quivering over the breadth of my exposed nakedness.
"No Mistress!
You didn't give me permission to move."
I was quivering now, being moved beyond my control by undulating cycles of unrelenting tremors.
"Why, then, did you move if you did NOT have my permission to move."
Each word landed like an ice cube on my exposed flesh, shocking my nervous system in a cascade of repeated accusations against which I was defenseless.
I had sinned.
There was no excuse, and no escape. Redemption lay solely in totally committed openness of body and mind to Your scrutiny.
To remain in the light of Your sun I was compelled to sacrifice my independence of self and prostrate my residual vulnerability at Your feet.
"I was thinking only of my self, my discomfort, not of You, dear Mistress."
"I know that.
I know all.
There is nothing you will think, feel, say, or do such that I am not already there ahead of you, waiting for you to come to Me.
Is there"?"
Your cooing voice was itself the collar and leash controlling my mind, both seducing and threatening in the unity of Your presence, splitting my mind with longing and fear, dividing and conquering for Your entertainment.
"No, Mistress!
There is nothing I can think, feel, say, or do that You do not already know.
You know all about me.
You know me better than I know myself.
I am completely transparent to You, and I want to be completely transparent to You.
I don't want to hide anything from You."
My confession gushed forth as though spoken by another person, a stranger inside me who was obedient servant to this Mistress, sinful supplicant to this Mother Superior.
"That's right.
You don't want to and you WILL NOT hide anything from Me, will you?"
"No, Mistress!
I won't hide anything from You."
"In fact you won't EVER hide anything from Me, EVER AGAIN, will you?" You emphatically insisted, leveraging this window of opportunity to its maximum openness.
"No, not ever."
"PROMISE Me you will never hide any thought or feeling or indiscretion from Me ever again.
Say it!
I want to hear it in your own words."
I felt Your voice reaching deeper into the core of my being and pulling out bits and pieces of my wall of resistance.
"I want to hear you commit yourself to honesty and to Me, and stop that selfish fearful hiding from Me."
"I promise, Mistress, that I will never hide any thoughts, feelings, or indiscretions from You ever again."
"Good boy!
Now I want you to close your eyes and feel the power of that commitment you just made to Me in your own words, I want you to feel it resonate deep down inside you, in that place where you protect yourself even from Me, in that safe place where you are just a little boy.
Can you feel that place inside you?"
Your soothing hypnotic voice washed over me, and in its wake I felt any sense of will to resist, to fight Your influence, evaporate. Suddenly I felt empty, like a container that longs to be filled with the Other so its fullness can be felt, and its aching emptiness can be soothed.
"Yes, Mistress!"
My voice seemed to come from somewhere on the other side of the room.
"You are a good boy!
Now have that little boy say your promise to Me in his own voice, and feel its truth from the deepest part of your being, that you will never break your promise to Me for the rest of your life, that you long to keep your promises to Me every day, that you truly find your happiness in keeping your commitment and your promises to Me.
Say it!"
Although I heard Your words in my head and was busy editing and understanding them, some other part of me responded, some deeper, darker part that only wanted to be obedient to Your will because that would make You happy.
"I promise, Mistress, that I will never hide any thoughts, feelings, and indiscretions from You ever again, for the rest of my life.
I long to keep my promises to You every day.
I truly find my deepest happiness in keeping my commitment and my promises to You."
Something inside me broke open, and these truths came pouring out like a conversion experience at an evangelical healing.
"
I only want to make You happy, Mistress Joanne.
I long to make You happy."
"And I'm going to give you the chance to make Me happy today.
Would you like that?
"Yes, Mistress, I would really like that."
"Then let's start with this.
Can you see the door to that safe place where that little boy is hiding"
"Yes."
"Good.
Now, where is the key to that lock on the door?"
"On a chain hanging around his neck."
"Of course!
Gently invite that little boy to go over to the door and unlock it with the key.
Can you see that?"
"Yes, I can.
He's done that."
"Now have him open the door so he can see Me standing there outside the door waiting for him."
"Mmmm Hmmm."
"Can he see Me?"
"Yes."
"How does he respond?"
"He is uncertain, unsure of what to do next?"
"Ask him come over to Me and hand me the key."
"He did that."
"He wants Me to have the key doesn't he?"
Your voice was a leash pulling my responses out of me, totally untouched by any surface desire on my part to deflect or minimize Your control.
"Yes, he does.
It's too much responsibility for him.
He's smiling now."
"You are such a good boy!"
I felt a surge of warmth wash over me as you spoke so lovingly to some place deep inside me.
"Watch me now as I put your safety keychain around My neck, lifting My long hair and flipping it back over the chain.
Can you see how the key to your secret safe place lies nestled between the fullness of My soft breasts?"
"Ohhh!"
I uttered a soft cry.
"Yes".
The trembling in my body began to get more intense.
"You can watch Me now as I squat down in front of that little boy, in front of you.
You might even catch a glimpse of My turquoise panties as I do so.
I'm looking deep into his eyes now, and he is looking deeply into My bottomless blue eyes.
We are merging, flowing into one, a small stream flowing into a mighty river and becoming one with it.
Notice as I slowly unbutton My cream colored silk blouse.
Button by sensuously slow button.
Are My breasts inviting to you, little boy? Do you feel an irresistible pull drawing you helplessly toward My breasts?"
I swallowed, and then managed to release a barely audible whisper.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Of course you do!
You can't resist can you?" You teased.
"No, Mistress.
I can't resist." I whispered.
"No, of course you can't resist Me.
You don't want to resist Me, do you?
You long to keep your every promise to Me, don't you?
You want that more than anything else in the world, don't you, little boy?", You cooed ever so seductively.
I could only watch my body nod mutely, as though standing outside myself, helplessly watching a body that was no longer mine to control.
"You want that so much that you even gave Me the key to your resistance.
That's true isn't it, my obedient little boy?
That's the reason you gave Me the key to your safe place, to that one last refuge where you could hide from Me, where you could disobey My orders and withhold complete commitment to Me, isn't it now?
It's such a wonderful little boy who wants Me to keep you honest.
That's why he gave Me the key to your resistance, isn't it?
So you can't hide from Me anymore. He doesn't want to hide from Me anymore, do you?
That's the truth, isn't it, my honest little boy?"
Split in two by Your magic, my voice was gone, somewhere gone away from me.
Puppet-like, I could only nod my assent.
"Yes, of course it's true.
It's the irresistible truth, isn't it, little one?"
I nodded helplessly again, repeatedly, totally overwhelmed by the hypnotic seduction of Your voice, sliding down the slippery slope into submission to Your sensual power, Your irresistible sexual dominance.
"I want to hear your voice say it.
Speak to me, my little slaveboy".
Your laughter brightened the whole room like wind chimes, music from hollow steel.
"I give you permission to speak, to confess to Me the truth, that you gave Me the key to your resistance because you want Me to be irresistible to you.
Come now, tell Me!"
"It's true, Mistress.
I gave You the key to my resistance, to my sanctuary because I don't want to be safe from You any more, I don't want to be able to hide from You, I don't want to be able to resist You in any way.
I really don't!"
"And you won't!", You commanded me into sudden silence.
"I want you to gaze at My breasts.
Aren't they beautiful?
Aren't they irresistible?"
I could only nod in obedient compliance with Your words and the truth they spoke.
"All that commands your deepest longings now softly imprisons forever the key to your resistance.
Your resistance itself lies obediently compliant between My beautiful breasts, and obedience is pleasure.
Even your resistance belongs to me and obeys me.
So, your worshipful ritual from now on is, every night before sleep, this vision of your Goddess" breasts will remind you of your Owner.
Every morning upon waking you will remember this Image of your true slave status.
You belong to Me.
You want to belong to Me.
And throughout each and every day you will compulsively recall this compelling symbolic Image and tell yourself out loud that your safe refuge lies only between Mistress Joanne�s irresistible breasts.
You will remind yourself verbally how much you long to worship at the altar of My demanding breasts.
Notice how your body shivers in acknowledging the truth of My words."
I was shaking almost violently.
The longer I gazed at Your magnificent cleavage the more I could feel my energy draining out through my helplessly staring eyes.
The golden key of my autonomy as a person, as someone separate from You, lay in stark contrast with the brown tan of Your smooth skin, making Your tantalizing breasts appear even more salient, more compelling, more powerful, more insistent, more demanding.
Your gorgeous breasts nestling my golden key were rapidly becoming my All.
I stood there like a zombie, only able to nod acquiescently to the mastering voice of my Mistress.
"I will always hold the key to your resistance between My breasts.
Always!
Always!"
You breathed heavily in my ear, branding this irrevocable truth into my brain for all eternity.
"You will never, ever forget this.
You will always be obedient to Me.
You deeply long to be obedient to Me, don't you, my lovely little boy?
"Yes, Mistress!"
N
ow I will seal this agreement between us with your voluntary compliance.
Watch as I pull down My bra and release the fullness of My power over you.
Watch as I dangle My pendulous breasts in front of that little boy.
What will he do?
Can you see him reach out to take My breast and suckle My nipple?
Yessss.
Ooooh, and that feels so good, doesn't it?
He accepts My nurturing and he doesn't even care about that key to your resistance any more!
He wants to be nurtured by me rather than make you safe.
And that is what irrevocably seals our agreement permanently.
Now watch helplessly as I pick him up and carry him away with Me.
He belongs to Me now.
And so you also belong to Me, and will do anything and everything I tell you to do, won't you?"
I whispered "Yes, Mistress!" from deep within the trance state You had taken me into.
You had seduced me, plucked out my soul, and led me into voluntary slavery simply with Your voice, as I stood there in front of You, naked and sporting a huge hard-on.
Outside and in, I was completely and totally naked to You, totally open to You.
And what finally crushed the spirit of any fragments of resistance was the intensity of the feeling that I truly wanted it that way, that You were right!
"Did you move?" You growled through clenched teeth.
I froze.
Anticipatory fear.
I had broken my commitment.
"I'm not going to ask you again.
That thin rattan cane will ask for Me."
"Yes", I barely eked out through my rapidly constricting throat.
"I CAN'T HEAR
YOU!!!"
Your words vibrated through my brain, through my body as though the sole and only purpose for which I was created was to be an echo chamber for Your voice.
"Yes!"
I managed to bring my confession into the acceptably audible range for my Mistress.
"Yes what?"
came the demand for that trained response which fear had paralyzed in my memory of proper protocol.
"Yes, Mistress!
I moved."
My breathing stopped, my heartbeat, still.
In that eternity of aloneness in the vastness of intergalactic darkness I waited.
"Did I tell you to move?" You eventually queried in an eerily gentle voice.
"No, Mistress!
You didn't tell me to move."
"Did I give you permission to move?" You whispered, Your hot breath in my ear causing the hair on the back of my neck to stand up, gooseflesh quivering over the breadth of my exposed nakedness.
"No Mistress!
You didn't give me permission to move."
I was quivering now, being moved beyond my control by undulating cycles of unrelenting tremors.
"Why, then, did you move if you did NOT have my permission to move."
Each word landed like an ice cube on my exposed flesh, shocking my nervous system in a cascade of repeated accusations against which I was defenseless.
I had sinned.
There was no excuse, and no escape. Redemption lay solely in totally committed openness of body and mind to Your scrutiny.
To remain in the light of Your sun I was compelled to sacrifice my independence of self and prostrate my residual vulnerability at Your feet.
"I was thinking only of my self, my discomfort, not of You, dear Mistress."
"I know that.
I know all.
There is nothing you will think, feel, say, or do such that I am not already there ahead of you, waiting for you to come to Me.
Is there"?"
Your cooing voice was itself the collar and leash controlling my mind, both seducing and threatening in the unity of Your presence, splitting my mind with longing and fear, dividing and conquering for Your entertainment.
"No, Mistress!
There is nothing I can think, feel, say, or do that You do not already know.
You know all about me.
You know me better than I know myself.
I am completely transparent to You, and I want to be completely transparent to You.
I don't want to hide anything from You."
My confession gushed forth as though spoken by another person, a stranger inside me who was obedient servant to this Mistress, sinful supplicant to this Mother Superior.
"That's right.
You don't want to and you WILL NOT hide anything from Me, will you?"
"No, Mistress!
I won't hide anything from You."
"In fact you won't EVER hide anything from Me, EVER AGAIN, will you?" You emphatically insisted, leveraging this window of opportunity to its maximum openness.
"No, not ever."
"PROMISE Me you will never hide any thought or feeling or indiscretion from Me ever again.
Say it!
I want to hear it in your own words."
I felt Your voice reaching deeper into the core of my being and pulling out bits and pieces of my wall of resistance.
"I want to hear you commit yourself to honesty and to Me, and stop that selfish fearful hiding from Me."
"I promise, Mistress, that I will never hide any thoughts, feelings, or indiscretions from You ever again."
"Good boy!
Now I want you to close your eyes and feel the power of that commitment you just made to Me in your own words, I want you to feel it resonate deep down inside you, in that place where you protect yourself even from Me, in that safe place where you are just a little boy.
Can you feel that place inside you?"
Your soothing hypnotic voice washed over me, and in its wake I felt any sense of will to resist, to fight Your influence, evaporate. Suddenly I felt empty, like a container that longs to be filled with the Other so its fullness can be felt, and its aching emptiness can be soothed.
"Yes, Mistress!"
My voice seemed to come from somewhere on the other side of the room.
"You are a good boy!
Now have that little boy say your promise to Me in his own voice, and feel its truth from the deepest part of your being, that you will never break your promise to Me for the rest of your life, that you long to keep your promises to Me every day, that you truly find your happiness in keeping your commitment and your promises to Me.
Say it!"
Although I heard Your words in my head and was busy editing and understanding them, some other part of me responded, some deeper, darker part that only wanted to be obedient to Your will because that would make You happy.
"I promise, Mistress, that I will never hide any thoughts, feelings, and indiscretions from You ever again, for the rest of my life.
I long to keep my promises to You every day.
I truly find my deepest happiness in keeping my commitment and my promises to You."
Something inside me broke open, and these truths came pouring out like a conversion experience at an evangelical healing.
"
I only want to make You happy, Mistress Joanne.
I long to make You happy."
"And I'm going to give you the chance to make Me happy today.
Would you like that?
"Yes, Mistress, I would really like that."
"Then let's start with this.
Can you see the door to that safe place where that little boy is hiding"
"Yes."
"Good.
Now, where is the key to that lock on the door?"
"On a chain hanging around his neck."
"Of course!
Gently invite that little boy to go over to the door and unlock it with the key.
Can you see that?"
"Yes, I can.
He's done that."
"Now have him open the door so he can see Me standing there outside the door waiting for him."
"Mmmm Hmmm."
"Can he see Me?"
"Yes."
"How does he respond?"
"He is uncertain, unsure of what to do next?"
"Ask him come over to Me and hand me the key."
"He did that."
"He wants Me to have the key doesn't he?"
Your voice was a leash pulling my responses out of me, totally untouched by any surface desire on my part to deflect or minimize Your control.
"Yes, he does.
It's too much responsibility for him.
He's smiling now."
"You are such a good boy!"
I felt a surge of warmth wash over me as you spoke so lovingly to some place deep inside me.
"Watch me now as I put your safety keychain around My neck, lifting My long hair and flipping it back over the chain.
Can you see how the key to your secret safe place lies nestled between the fullness of My soft breasts?"
"Ohhh!"
I uttered a soft cry.
"Yes".
The trembling in my body began to get more intense.
"You can watch Me now as I squat down in front of that little boy, in front of you.
You might even catch a glimpse of My turquoise panties as I do so.
I'm looking deep into his eyes now, and he is looking deeply into My bottomless blue eyes.
We are merging, flowing into one, a small stream flowing into a mighty river and becoming one with it.
Notice as I slowly unbutton My cream colored silk blouse.
Button by sensuously slow button.
Are My breasts inviting to you, little boy? Do you feel an irresistible pull drawing you helplessly toward My breasts?"
I swallowed, and then managed to release a barely audible whisper.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Of course you do!
You can't resist can you?" You teased.
"No, Mistress.
I can't resist." I whispered.
"No, of course you can't resist Me.
You don't want to resist Me, do you?
You long to keep your every promise to Me, don't you?
You want that more than anything else in the world, don't you, little boy?", You cooed ever so seductively.
I could only watch my body nod mutely, as though standing outside myself, helplessly watching a body that was no longer mine to control.
"You want that so much that you even gave Me the key to your resistance.
That's true isn't it, my obedient little boy?
That's the reason you gave Me the key to your safe place, to that one last refuge where you could hide from Me, where you could disobey My orders and withhold complete commitment to Me, isn't it now?
It's such a wonderful little boy who wants Me to keep you honest.
That's why he gave Me the key to your resistance, isn't it?
So you can't hide from Me anymore. He doesn't want to hide from Me anymore, do you?
That's the truth, isn't it, my honest little boy?"
Split in two by Your magic, my voice was gone, somewhere gone away from me.
Puppet-like, I could only nod my assent.
"Yes, of course it's true.
It's the irresistible truth, isn't it, little one?"
I nodded helplessly again, repeatedly, totally overwhelmed by the hypnotic seduction of Your voice, sliding down the slippery slope into submission to Your sensual power, Your irresistible sexual dominance.
"I want to hear your voice say it.
Speak to me, my little slaveboy".
Your laughter brightened the whole room like wind chimes, music from hollow steel.
"I give you permission to speak, to confess to Me the truth, that you gave Me the key to your resistance because you want Me to be irresistible to you.
Come now, tell Me!"
"It's true, Mistress.
I gave You the key to my resistance, to my sanctuary because I don't want to be safe from You any more, I don't want to be able to hide from You, I don't want to be able to resist You in any way.
I really don't!"
"And you won't!", You commanded me into sudden silence.
"I want you to gaze at My breasts.
Aren't they beautiful?
Aren't they irresistible?"
I could only nod in obedient compliance with Your words and the truth they spoke.
"All that commands your deepest longings now softly imprisons forever the key to your resistance.
Your resistance itself lies obediently compliant between My beautiful breasts, and obedience is pleasure.
Even your resistance belongs to me and obeys me.
So, your worshipful ritual from now on is, every night before sleep, this vision of your Goddess" breasts will remind you of your Owner.
Every morning upon waking you will remember this Image of your true slave status.
You belong to Me.
You want to belong to Me.
And throughout each and every day you will compulsively recall this compelling symbolic Image and tell yourself out loud that your safe refuge lies only between Mistress Joanne�s irresistible breasts.
You will remind yourself verbally how much you long to worship at the altar of My demanding breasts.
Notice how your body shivers in acknowledging the truth of My words."
I was shaking almost violently.
The longer I gazed at Your magnificent cleavage the more I could feel my energy draining out through my helplessly staring eyes.
The golden key of my autonomy as a person, as someone separate from You, lay in stark contrast with the brown tan of Your smooth skin, making Your tantalizing breasts appear even more salient, more compelling, more powerful, more insistent, more demanding.
Your gorgeous breasts nestling my golden key were rapidly becoming my All.
I stood there like a zombie, only able to nod acquiescently to the mastering voice of my Mistress.
"I will always hold the key to your resistance between My breasts.
Always!
Always!"
You breathed heavily in my ear, branding this irrevocable truth into my brain for all eternity.
"You will never, ever forget this.
You will always be obedient to Me.
You deeply long to be obedient to Me, don't you, my lovely little boy?
"Yes, Mistress!"
N
ow I will seal this agreement between us with your voluntary compliance.
Watch as I pull down My bra and release the fullness of My power over you.
Watch as I dangle My pendulous breasts in front of that little boy.
What will he do?
Can you see him reach out to take My breast and suckle My nipple?
Yessss.
Ooooh, and that feels so good, doesn't it?
He accepts My nurturing and he doesn't even care about that key to your resistance any more!
He wants to be nurtured by me rather than make you safe.
And that is what irrevocably seals our agreement permanently.
Now watch helplessly as I pick him up and carry him away with Me.
He belongs to Me now.
And so you also belong to Me, and will do anything and everything I tell you to do, won't you?"
I whispered "Yes, Mistress!" from deep within the trance state You had taken me into.
You had seduced me, plucked out my soul, and led me into voluntary slavery simply with Your voice, as I stood there in front of You, naked and sporting a huge hard-on.
Outside and in, I was completely and totally naked to You, totally open to You.
And what finally crushed the spirit of any fragments of resistance was the intensity of the feeling that I truly wanted it that way, that You were right!
Click.
Click.
Another typical night of bad television for Redmond . Except for one station. One station fascinated him, since his youth, informing his desires. The channel displayed his archetypes for beauty, for style, for elegant feminine allure.
And Redmond always returned. Always hoping to catch the loveliest ladies he knew, strutting across the screen and into his heart. The ladies strode so smoothly displaying their bodies in sharp fashions.
All available for consumption on the Shop-At-Home Channel.
One year later...
A warm spring afternoon, after yet another meeting in Rosemont. Redmond ate a sandwich at a lunch counter. Staring out across the busy street, at that fancy restaurant he couldn’t afford.
The sandwich held no appeal. So the young man closed his eyes, picturing one of the ladies from the Shop-At-Home Channel. His favorite model, Blanka: older than the others, but claiming the finest body and a deep sexy gaze. She modeled a classically styled skirt suit, in a lustrous red floral jacquard. The jacket was shaped with princess seams and set with an adorable flared skirt...
The pang of arousal woke him from daydreams. Stray thoughts flashed about his favorite channel: the new stark red and black, swirly logo; more lovely, stylish female hosts and models; more focus on fashion and beauty... Gone were the gadgets and appliances. In the back of his mind, Redmond noticed that over the past six months, SHC became exactly what he wanted.
Lunch finished, he reluctantly prepped himself for return to work. Stepping outside, the pleasant spring air elicited a smile. He casually glanced across the street to the high end restaurant catering to high end clientele, generally from the convention center just a few blocks away. Redmond certainly was not prepared for what he saw.
She stepped out of the restaurant into the high noon soon. Wincing at the bright light, she donned sunglasses. But Redmond already recognized those eyes, even from across the street. That was Blanka! In the flesh!
Lovely Blanka wore a comfortable off the shoulder cherry-red stretch knit dress featuring an exquisitely fluid circle skirt, her feet in cute red mules. Her short cropped blonde hair glowed in the sunlight.
The stunned man stood frozen for an apparent eternity. There she was, one of the objects of his affection. Thoughts tumbled through Redmond ’s shocked mind, ranging from bewilderment to arousal. The most prominent: ‘She is so beautiful!’
Blanka didn’t notice him gawking across the street. Instead she turned left and walked down the sidewalk. Towards the convention center. Redmond turned right, shadowing her path. All the while staring at her sashaying ass in that lovely red dress.
The model and her follower paused at the convention center where the street met its horseshoe driveway. The traffic light changed, stopping cross traffic. And Blanka turned to her left and walked towards the center’s main entrance. Redmond took his cue, crossed the street and continued following, right behind her.
Her ass continued to sway in the dress as she made her way up the main steps. Redmond trailed by fifteen feet, trying to act like he was not mesmerized by this woman’s walk. Activity today at the center seemed minimal; no one could witness his obvious stalking. She reached the front entrance and stepped through the glass doors, leaving Redmond outside.
He came this far, might as well go on. Redmond inhaled sharply, straightened his stride, gripped the door handle, and stepped inside.
His eyes adjusted to the softer light inside the convention center. By his account, he was alone in the cavernous lobby. Feeling reasonably safe, he finally noticed the twenty foot high vertical banners hanging above. Four banners, each featured one of his favorite models from SHC! Redmond stared upwards, enrapt by the images.
On the left was sexy Blanka, clad in a shiny crimson spandex performance top matched with tight-as-skin crimson compression shorts. That figure might as well have been naked with the snugness of that outfit!
Next was the curvaceous brunette Paloma, modeling a fuschia satin skirt suit featuring a concave jacket with satin scroll trim on the shawl collar. She was absolutely adorable.
On the next banner stood the dark-skinned Chandra, with her black raven hair in an amazing up-do but not to be outdone by the strapless lace ballgown hugging her tall, graceful body.
And last was the pixy Holly with her long strawberry blonde curls all ready for bed in smooth silk charmeuse pajamas with plenty of ribbon accents.
These ladies towered over Redmond and he stared in amazement, unable to look away, feeling so meek. He resisted the urge to fall to his knees. He didn’t even notice his quarry was nowhere to be seen.
As his eyes scanned the banners the awestruck man finally noticed the mark at the bottom of each epic image. There was that swirly black and red SHC logo and the word Expo underneath. This is an SHC convention! Or will be, anyway. He couldn’t recall any mention of it from his time watching the channel. But it didn’t matter, those four beauties stared down at him and he was more than willing to return the favor upwards.
Redmond didn’t notice the figure approaching. He noticed nothing until, in his left ear, a soft, sultry voice whispered.
“Enjoy the view?”
Nearly falling over in surprise, he spun to confront this interloper. Sparkling blue eyes met his. Stepping back revealed the shockingly red hair framing a very calm, very knowing, feminine face. Blue eyes continued to bore into him as he stepped back again, allowing a complete view.
The image made the dazed man forget the hanging tableau of his obsession.
The woman was tall, curved, and very powerful. Clad from the feet up in leather; shiny black ankle boots sported four inch heels, topped by gleaming black leather pants hugging mighty hips. An impressively tailored black leather jacket with princess seams and gathered sides showcased her feminine, but-not-to-be-messed-with form. Peeking out from the jacket was the top of a lacy red camisole. Above inviting cleavage hung a bright ruby pendant. Even her hands were encased in red leather gloves, accenting that gorgeous mane.
Deja vu and any number of alarms rung in Redmond ’s brain, but all he could do was stare. This woman, this lady, this queen, this goddess, he swore he had seen her before, but could recall nothing. They stood alone and silent for a long moment. He ached to speak but nothing came. Finally, the mysterious lady broke the silence.
“Looking for something?”
Her voice was smooth as silk and Redmond gasped hearing it again. He needed to answer, he must. But he couldn’t talk about Blanka and Paloma and Chandra and Holly and his obsession. That would be so embarrassing. Quickly he concocted a lie in response to her query.
“I was following Blanka.”
His hands nearly flew to his mouth. That wasn’t what he wanted to say! Panic set in. The lady gave no hint of a reaction to his confession. She simply responded with another question.
“Do you know our lovely Blanka?”
He dug himself deeper into the hole.
“I know her from the Shop-At-Home Channel.”
A small smile grew on her red lips as she continued her interrogation. Redmond felt an odd twinge of comfort in answering her.
“Do you watch very often?”
That question shook him. Here he was, ready to divulge his fetish to this stranger. Wait. ‘Is she a stranger?’ It didn’t matter now.
“I watch every day, morning and night.”
Her smile grew. That warm feeling grew inside.
“Do you like our new look?”
“I love it.” Redmond felt the warm feeling expand.
She laughed short and triumphantly, “I bet! Why don’t we continue this conversation someplace more private?”
Redmond felt so good making this woman happy, he couldn’t resist.
“Yes Ma’am.”
She winked at his response, turned on her heel, and began walking. Redmond obediently followed.
Through the main lobby. Through featureless corridors. Through the entire convention center, Redmond stared at his guide’s ass, shaped so divinely. No word said. No step hurried. She drew out this walk. Her captive paid no mind to surroundings. His world became swaying black leather, long shiny legs, the clip clop of high heels. If anyone was watching, he had no idea. Even questioning thoughts as to why he acted and felt this way disappeared with each sexy step.
He found himself suddenly in a large, but spare office, seated and facing this mysterious woman. Redmond squirmed inside, ‘How did I get here? Why did I follow like that? Where are these feelings coming from? Why can’t I say anything?’ She sat back and exhaled.
She asked another question.
“Why do you watch the Shop-At-Home Channel?”
“I enjoy watching the women.”
No response. He continued.
“I admire their style. Their poise.”
She seemed to want more. Redmond wanted to please her.
“The fashions on SHC appeal to me. I find them attractive, and the ladies wear them so well. And the hosts are lovely as well, the female hosts.”
She leaned forward.
“You watch SHC because of the women.”
It wasn’t a question, but Redmond answered “Yes Ma’am.”
“These women excite you. But not because you find them attractive. It’s not that simple.
“No, these ladies perform so impeccably, are so well trained. That excites you. To act almost like a mannequin. To act like a simple tool, whose only goal is to perform its task.
“That is the beginning of what excites you.”
Redmond felt no need to rebuke these statements, becoming true as she offered them.
“And yes, their fashions are smart, stylish, and sexy. So much that you desire to feel them on your own body.”
Redmond nodded and whispered “Yes Ma’am.”
“You want to be controlled like our models. You want to be on display, to be a tool for SHC, to be my tool. You want to belong to me. You want to obey.
“Say it.”
It was true. Redmond could not deny it. “I want to obey.”
“Repeat it.”
Redmond complied “I want to obey.” Again and again, his voice growing softer, quiet, and eventually barely audible. Other thoughts dimmed.
Over and over his mantra became truth. “I want to obey.”
The snap of her fingers brought the thrall back slightly.
“Well, my obedient captive. Our little process seems to have worked quite well and you should be very proud.
“You have pleased me.”
At those words, Redmond ’s cock stiffened and exploded in a full orgasm, staining his pants. Inside, waves of pleasure tore through him as he continued ejaculating without any touch, any physical touch anyway. As he calmed down a small sense of embarrassment crept up. She eyed him predatorily.
“Don’t worry about the mess dear. It’s a normal reaction.”
Immediately he relaxed and resumed staring longingly at this woman he wanted, needed, to obey. She continued the monologue.
“Long story short, I am a woman of incredible means and fortunes. Acquiring SHC proved to be very fruitful as I have used it to experiment with technology on a massive scale. Particularly in the realm of affecting the human brain...
“...and bending it this way and that.”
Something flinched inside Redmond . Something was scared. But it was buried deep and died quickly. She continued.
“We have found many ways to alter our broadcast signals and to bury... things... within those signals. What started as attempts to spur purchasing turned into something far more sinister.”
She paused. The smile this time: downright evil.
“So with our outstanding success in influencing people over our broadcasts I began to fine tune the signal to search for those eager to be shaped. And that brings us to you.”
She paused again and Redmond tried to wrap his head around this odd info. He wasn’t scared; he just tried to understand.
“You have submitted fully to our hidden brainwashing. In fact you have grown quite addicted to it. It’s calibrated to affect natural submissives the most. Given that you already had a fetish for SHC, you were quite doomed from the start. And know that chance and coincidence play very little part in today’s events.”
Redmond could not react.
“My sweet submissive slave. Perhaps you used to watch SHC because of a healthy attraction to the ladies, perhaps not. It doesn’t matter. We know why you watch now.” That grin was absolutely menacing.
“I love molding minds to my whims. I have done it before and I will keep doing it. Generally, it will be low-key to avoid detection, but with such eager subs like yourself out there, I cannot resist.”
“The power is quite intoxicating...”
The snap of her fingers this time conjured darkness in the room, quickly enveloping Redmond ’s already foggy mind. His head dipped, and then there was nothing. Nothing but empty darkness.
One year later...
The model stood empty and waiting. Had this model the ability to feel anything, it would feel the bra encasing its new D cup breasts, fresh from surgery. It would feel its clit/cock pulled up into its groin by the gaffed panties. It would feel the smooth pantyhose encase its newly reformed hips and permanently smooth legs. It would feel the huarache-style sandals under its newly pedicured feet.
If this model could feel anything right now, it would feel the bright red, long poplin skirt draped from its newly shortened waist. It would feel the white argyle blouse hug its torso and new breasts. It would feel the gold and ruby earrings in its newly pierced ears. It would feel the long, styled wig hang down its back. It would feel very pretty, very feminine, and very devoted to its employer, SHC. And could the model feel, it might feel nervous about its debut on the national broadcast.
The model knew nothing. If the model could remember, it might happily recall the previous night, in private service to Goddess. If it could remember, it might remember the journey to this point. It might remember Redmond . But Redmond was long gone. All that it was, was the model, a tool of SHC. It awaited direction. Nothing mattered except the cue.
The special buttplug hummed to life: its cue. The model closed its eyes...
Rosaline opens her eyes, a wide and cheerful smile already shines on her face. Her friend Blanka exits the live stage modeling a lovely long red wool coat with a dramatic club collar; Rosaline winks to her and wistfully bounces into camera view. It doesn’t matter to her that Blanka ceases to be, once off camera; Blanka is now just as empty as Rosaline was before her cue.
Rosaline doesn’t care. Rosaline is a model, working for SHC, hoping her playful and flirty movements help sell product.
She hopes she pleases Goddess.
After all, this is her debut.
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