She Obeyed
Charlize got down on her knees to scrub the bathroom floor. Mistress had issued an order and she always obeyed.
She obeyed her when she swung a pendant before her drooping eyes.
She obeyed her when she forced a butt plug up her ass.
She obeyed her when told to forget ever being a man.
One more impromptu for the count. Obedience is the most important thing you can give your Mistress, hypnosis or not. I started toying with the concept once more and this came out.
In other news, and for those keeping track, I tested negative for coronavirus again and it seems no one else at work got it as well. However, one of the people already infected had to check in at the nearest hospital due to sudden shortness of breath. I hope it’s a temporary thing. This is no joke, folks. Keep safe at all times.
Awful Painting
Nathan sipped his beer and sighed.
Karen’s new painting was awful, the worst thing he had ever seen. Why did she still believe she was talented?
He took another sip, a funny taste swirling on his lips. The world spiraled; his thoughts declined.
Karen’s new painting was outstanding, the best thing he had ever seen.
Art is subjective. What some people find marvelous, others only see ridicule and vice-versa. Discussing one’s tastes often leads to complications because of how different one’s perceptions can be.
This piece was inspired by the painting below which I found online. Can’t make out the attribution but I do think it’s quite atrocious. However, one’s tastes can be expertly manipulated through conditioning, hypnosis, and even some drugs so… What do you think of it?
Impenetrable
Jonathan’s mind was impenetrable. Nothing or no one could control it against his will.
Victoria had tried it all. Hypnosis, brainwashing, conditioning, memory implantation… Nothing worked. Nothing would ever work. He was above all forms of manipulation.
Jonathan continued to clean the house, naked, metal clamps on his nipples and balls because he wanted to.
Just a humorous impromptu about mental tampering. The best slaves are the ones that don’t know they’ve been enslaved and it’s obvious Jonathan fits the category even though he’ll never admit it.
What about you?
The Impossible Game
Jack was on a quest for points.
Five hundred for cleaning the bathroom; five hundred more for ironing; If he reached three thousand, he could cum.
“Just a few more chores…” He thought as Francine waved a pocket watch before his eyes.
For the third time that week, he reverted to zero and smiled, vacantly.
When a Domme wants you to do something, it is your job to obey. When a Domme wants to fuck with your mind, you should be grateful and let it happen. Sometimes, Dommes control you without you being aware of it. You may think it’s unfair, but you are property, so thinking is definitely an insult in such a situation.
I wrote this one for laughs and, although I’m not really a fan of hypnotic amnesia, Dommes are always right so…