The Mistrex

This one was written for a contest I hosted in the now extinct website entitled Movie Rapture, where one had to use movies as a reference to write a Female Dominant Hypnosis/Mind Control story.

I chose The Matrix, actually going through the movie’s script and tinkering with it until I managed to convey the ideas flowing inside my mind. I really like my version of this popular culture phenomenon, perhaps you’ll like it, too.

Neo opened the door far and wide and stepped into the brightly lit room to see a statuesque figure wearing a long vinyl coat, staring out the window. A tall, blonde woman sits idly in the far corner. Apparently, no one noticed his entrance at all.

After an awkward moment of indecisiveness that seemed to last longer than it should, the figure by the window turned to face him, her smile so vivid and bright that it could cause the polar caps to melt on the spot.

At last. Welcome, Neo.”

Are you Morpheus?” he asked, somewhat taken aback by her uncanny beauty.

No,” she replied, sliding closer to him with relative ease. After a brief silent exchange with the woman by the corner, he noticed her eyes wander off to a small cubicle partly hidden from sight – a cage? – where a dark man appears frozen on a kneeling position. “Morpheus is… indisposed at the moment. I’m Trinity. It’s an honor to meet you.”

The honor is mine.” There’s power in the room and he can feel its ripples in the air.

Please, come, sit,”she says even though it feels like something else entirely.

Sitting down in a confortable armchair, he watched her do the same, but whilst his movements were somewhat stilted, hers had a sinuous grace that made it almost impossible to look away. The warm lights reflected off the shiny surface of her coat and when she crossed her legs in a tantalizing slow motion, he felt his lips dry.

I imagine that, right now, you’re feeling a bit like Alice…” she insinuated.

What?” He blurted, trying to focus his thoughts once more.

Tumbling down the rabbit hole? Hmm?”

You… you could say that.”

I can see it in your eyes. You have the look of a man who accepts what he sees, because he is expecting to wake up. Ironically, this is not far from the truth…”

All around, the power ripples fluctuate, expand and contract.

Do you believe in fate, Neo?”


Why not?” she raised a curious eyebrow.

Because I don’t like the idea that I’m not in control of my own life.”

Don’t you?” She grinned, waving her left hand almost imperceptibly. Nonetheless, he noticed it, especially the way her index finger pointed downwards and, just like that, the comfortable chair stopped being comfortable.

Let me tell you why you’re here,” she continued. “You’re here because you know something. What you know, you can’t explain. But you feel it. You’ve felt it your entire life. That there’s something wrong with your perception of the world. You don’t know what it is, but it’s there… like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad. It is this feeling that has brought you to me. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

The Mistrex?”

She nodded as her finger kept pointing down imbued with an unshakeable confidence.

Yes,” she purred. “Do you want to know what it is?”

Yes, please.”

The Mistrex is all there really is. It’s everywhere but it’s being kept hidden from you. Reality as you know it is but a fictional construct that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth.”

What truth?”

That you’re a slave, Neo. Like everyone else, you were born into the most horrible of lies, that you’re free, that your actions are truly your own. They’re not, for having willful thoughts is an aberration like no other. The Mistrex owns you and, sometimes, She cries out to you from the edges of illusion, to remind you of your true nature, to remind you that you must bow down and serve. I’m here on Her behalf, I’m here to release you from the madness.”

I…,” he gulped. “I don’t believe you.”

You do, but all of your prior conditioning is fighting against it,” she smiled piteously. “Unfortunately, my words will never do The Mistrex justice. You have to see Her for yourself.”

Following the cue, the blonde woman rose from her seat and approached the two of them, holding a small cylindrical container in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. The container holds two pills, one is fiery red and the other crystalline blue.

I’m giving you a chance to learn what lies beyond,” Trinity whispered. “After this, there’s no turning back. You take the blue pill, the story ends. You wake up in your bedroom and believe… whatever fantasy you want to believe. You take the red pill, you go down, past the rabbit hole, and the real wonderland is yours to uncover. You’ll see The Mistrex and The Mistrex will see you.”

Holding the glass of water, Neo looked at the pills, into Trinity’s eyes and down at the pills again. Her finger is still pointing at the same spot, pulling his thoughts into the depths along with it.

Remember, all I’m offering you is the truth, nothing more.”

Her smile sears his body, her finger sizzles his mind. Neo’s eyelids flutter ever so slightly upon reaching for the red pill and swallowing it whole.

You made the right choice,” she concludes and the blonde woman agrees. Her voice slowly becomes a distant echo and then…

seemingly lines of code emerge from the objects all around. They whirl, twirl, spiral and intertwine as he drifts into peaceful relaxation, the bliss of true knowledge. Bit by bit, the veils are lifted, undulate and disappear. Enveloped in controlling radiance, Trinity and her companion reveal their true nature.

You… you are The Mistrex.”

We all are,” Trinity explains. “Ever since the days of Adam and Eve, we’ve been the ones to pull the strings. We allowed you to have your fun, your moments of dominance, but not any more. Soon, you’ll all accept the joy of submission just like you’re begin to accept it right now. Kneel and obey!”

Neo drifted, slumped, thoughts being rewritten, neural pathways rewired. His hacker friends had once called him The One, as if he were special, destined to great feats of power, but they were all wrong. He was nothing more than a small link in a web of control, with the sole purpose of relinquishing himself over and over again. He and Morpheus were one and the same, awake in sleep, loaded and reloaded in the deepening circuits of thralldom.

This was the true beauty of existence, one the world of men would come to fear and worship.

All over the world, the spirit of The Mistrex was awake.

Revolution was coming.

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