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MzDominica's Double Play

nospam@example.com (cloudstalker) — Sun, 29 Jun 2008 15:11:07 -0400

"Going to be in town on Saturday. If you are interested in playing some games, I'm available for an appointment."

That's what the text message said. And it was from MzDominica, so Richard was paying attention. He noticed a few unusual things about it immediately. First of all, it was not phrased as a command. As one who had submitted to the hypnotic charms of MzDominica for a while, he had been conditioned to obey Her (he always thought of her with the capital H, of course). She was always careful not to enslave her subjects TOO much; a prosperous, happy slave with a life of his own was much more valuable to her than a full time one, and she believed in taking a long-term point of view. From his experience, this could only mean one thing: She was going to perform an experiment, and he was going to be the guinea pig. She had, of course, picked the right subject. Richard, a sometime hypnotist himself, was always interested in trying out new things. And MzDominica had never betrayed his trust before, so he decided to take Her bait. He texted back: "Thank You, Mistress. Any time You'd like would be fine. May i ask what sort of games You are talking about?"

The reply came quickly. "Cum in at 2PM. The usual hotel. And I'm bringing someone with me."

Richard replied, simply, "i must obey Dominica." This was MzDominica's most common mantra, the standard reply that her slaves and subs gave when replying to a request/command. And he was definitely excited. He had numerous fantasies about threesomes; not the usual ones, but of being dominated by two Mistresses simultaneously. He was looking forward to the experience, but wondered who the other Mistress would be. MzDominica had taken on apprentices in the past, but She currently had been acting solo. He figured that this must be a training session for a new apprentice. If so, it would make things easier. MzDominica had a standing command for her more devoted slaves that they must obey the "Hypnotic Allure Ladies", the term she used for her apprentices on her mzdominica.com website.

He appeared at MzDominica's hotel room promptly at 2PM. He nervously knocked on the door, knowing that his willpower was about to disappear and be replaced by pure pleasure. MzDominica answered. She was a blond goddess, 6 feet tall and dressed in black leather; a black leather top, a short black leather skirt, and knee high shiny black leather boots. The last were significant; Richard had a boot fetish, and MzDominica strengthened it, hypnotically, until Richard would go into trance at just the sight of those boots. Which he did, greeting her with, "Must obey Dominica. Must obey Dominica's Boots." Somehow, he managed to say "boots" in such a way that the capital B was clear. MzDominica laughed, gently, and said, "You see, I told you he would be a good start."

In the room, there was a young woman, who looked very much like a younger version of MzDominica. She was dressed identically to MzDominica, but in white leather instead of black. "This is Mistress Daizy Chain." she told Richard. "You may recall my mentioning Her to you. She's my daughter." This confused Richard. He knew MzDominica had a daughter, but he had thought of her as a young teenager, but the beautiful woman sitting on the bed was clearly an adult.

MzDominica saw the look of confusion on his face and smiled. "Yes, she's been an adult for a while, and as a summer job, she's going to be assisting me. She's already a first class hypnotist; we're going to see if she wants to go into the family business. You're so heavily conditioned that I thought you would make an good first subject for Her." MzDominica took another look at Richard's face, and at a certain bulge in his pants, smiled again, and said, "Yes, I see you think so too. By the way, to help things along, I want you to know that I bought those boots Mistress Daizy is wearing."

That was enough; Richard went into his standard submissive posture, on his knees, with his forearms on the ground, and his head bowed down towards Mistress Daizy. "Must obey Dominica's Boots. Must obey Dominica. Must obey Mistress Daizy."

"Very good, slave boy." replied MzDominica, as a wave of pleasure swept through Richard, as always happened when he was complimented by his Mistress. Mistress Daizy looked a bit uncomfortable, so MzDominica told her, "Don't worry. Remember, he has been serving me for 5 years; he has been thoroughly conditioned to my control. Haven't you, boot slut?"

Richard was one of the few slaves to whom MzDominica had assigned a slave name: "boot slut." Lower case, of course. He was already going into deep trance, so he immediately replied with his mantra, "boot slut must obey Dominica." MzDominica smiled again.

"OK, Daizy, take him for a test spin. Try out a game of 'Daizy Says'."

Mistress Daizy spoke for the first time. In spite of her preparation for this, she was still a bit nervous. But the nervousness dissolved, when she said, "Daizy says, stand up!" and Richard jumped to attention, and said, "Must obey Mistress Daizy."

She tried a series of commands. "Daizy says, sit down!" Richard obediently sat on the floor, repeating his new mantra. "Daizy says, put your hand on your head!" Richard immediately put his right hand on his head. "Daizy says, stand up!" Richard awkwardly stood up, his hand still on his head. "Sunny says, take off your shoes.!" Richard complied. "Daizy says, take off your shirt and pants!" Richard did, revealing that the only underwear he had on was a pair of black pantyhose. He blushed a bit, but Daizy knew that he, and many other of her mother's slaves were required to wear pantyhose as a sign of submission, and were conditioned to be excited by it. Mistress Daizy was also enjoying hearing the phrase, "Must obey Mistress Daizy" again and again.

"Daizy says, get on your hands and knees!" Richard went down on his hands and knees. "Daizy says, bark like a dog!" Richard started barking, without saying, "Must obey Mistress Daizy" something which is rather difficult to do when barking like a dog. "Daizy says, stop barking." and he did, repeating his mantra this time. She got a little bolder and stuck out her foot. "Daizy says, kiss the toe of my boot!" A huge smile appeared on Richard's face, as he was being forced to do something he loved to do anyway, and said, "boot slut most obey Mistress Daizy!" and started enthusiastically kissing her boot. "Cum, slave, cum!" said Mistress Daizy, and Richard said, while continuing to kiss the boot, "boot slut must obey Mistress Daizy." and his hips started shaking in pleasure, when both MzDominica and Mistress Daizy yelled, "STOP!"

Richard stood stark still. The vehemence of the commands had pushed him a little out of the trance he had been in. He wondered what had happened, but Mistress Daizy explained with a big smile on her face. "I didn't say, 'Daizy says!' The game is over. Now, wake up!"

Richard was shocked. He was out of trance, now, and feeling very confused. He had been brought to the very edge of ecstasy, and then rudely pulled back. But all he could think to say was, "Must obey Mistress Daizy." He hoped that would help a little.

MzDominica said, "Well, he broke the rules. What do you think we should do about that?"

Mistress Daizy replied, "I think a punishment is in order, here."

"What do you think a good punishment would be?" asked MzDominica. But her smile made it clear that she knew very well what it was going to be.

"I think I would like to try out the remote control." said Mistress Daizy. Richard knew very well what remote control that was. One of MzDominica's many pre-recorded trances had created a virtual collar he "wore" around his neck. It was activated by a remote control, which had a number of purposes. The first one was that it allowed MzDominica to control his emotions. "Stand up, Richard."

"Yes, Mistress." he replied, obediently. He stood up.

"Look into my eyes." Mistress Daizy commanded, and he looked. "You know MzDominica has commanded you to obey me. You MUST obey Mistress Daizy!"

"i must obey Mistress Daizy."

She then proceeded to weave a hypnotic trance around him. MzDominica had been right; she WAS an expert. She continued to cast her spell around him, watching him. When she saw him resist, she let him until the resistance started slipping, then she pulled him in, exhausting his ability to resist. Even someone who had never been hypnotized would have fallen into her spell; with Richard, it was a matter of only a few minutes before she had a direct line to his subconscious.

"I am holding the remote control for your collar. Zap! Happy! You are happy I have control of your collar."

A look of happiness came on Richard's face, as he truly felt happy. "i am happy You have control of my collar."

"You have been disobedient. Zap! Sad! You are sorry that you have been disobedient.

Tears appeared in Richard's eyes. He sobbed, "i am sad because i have been disobedient."

"You will have to be punished. Zap! Happy! You are happy that you will be able to make it up to us!"

Richard's face broke into a smile again. "i am happy that i will be able to make it up to You!"

"Zap! Confused! Which of us is your Mistress?"

A look of confusion went on Richard's face. He saw in front of him the two Goddesses. One in black, one in white. He was MzDominica's slave. But he was Mistress Daizy's slave, too. "i must obey Dominica i must obey Daizy i must obey Dominica i must obey Daizy..."

"Zap! Calm. You are a slave. We are both Your Mistress. All you need to do is obey."

Richard calmed as he said, "i must obey."

"Very good, boot slut. Zap! Love. You love both of us."

And a look of complete reverence came on Richard's face. "i love MzDominica. i love Mistress Daizy. I worship, follow and obey MzDominica. i worship, follow, and obey Mistress Daizy." It all made sense to him, now.

"But we still have your punishment to consider. I've always liked shooting galleries. Don't you like them, Mom?"

MzDominica smiled. If Richard had been able to think, it would have been clear that this was planned in advance. "Absolutely!" she said. "But what can we use for the bear?"

They both looked at Richard. "Go to the corner. Walk along that wall to the other side of the room. But every time one of us hit you, you are to stop, yell "ouch!" turn around, and keep walking."

Richard obediently walked to the corner. He started walking.

"ZZZZZZZZAP!" said Daizy. Yet another of his triggers. When he heard MzDominica, and now Mistress Daizy, say "zap" that way, he would feel a powerful electric shock through his penis. The command was part of a hypnotic chastity belt he wore, but now it was being used for a new purpose.

"Ouch!" he yelled, turned around, and started walking in the other direction.

"ZZZZZZZZAP!" said MzDominica, and Richard was again hit.

Back and forth he walked, with one "ZZZZZZZZAP!" after another, like a wind-up toy. His mind became completely clouded; his entire existence was walking and shocks going through his system.

But, after what seemed like an eternity, they stopped, and Richard finally reached the wall. By this time, he was near an automaton state, blankly waiting their next command.

Mistress Daizy was really enjoying herself. "Here's a game we haven't played since I was a little girl!" she said. "Let's play dress-up doll."

"And where will we find a doll to play with?" asked MzDominica.

Even through the fog his mind had become, Richard knew where they were going to get a doll.

"Let me handle this one." said MzDominica. About 3 years before, she had convinced Richard to try out her feminization trances. Unlike most men who had listened to them, he had not been previously turned on by the idea of temporarily having a woman's body. But he wasn't turned off by the idea either, so MzDominica had promised him that if he didn't like it, she would remove the commands. A little bit at a time, MzDominica had turned increased the new fetish, and ever since, kind of wavered between being one of her boy slaves, and one of her feminized slave girls. This discomfort made it much more fun for MzDominica, especially since the discomfort turned him on far more than the feminization did.

"Time for MzDominica to give you some SUGAR, boot slut." Normally, Richard would react to his trigger by feeling a sort of phantom woman's body around him. But he had been taken down so far, that this time, he felt a real transformation. He breasts and posterior grew, his penis and waist shrink, his hair grow long, and, in between his legs, a slick, dripping, vagina. He went on his knees, and said "boot slut must obey Dominica and Daizy". He heard his voice go to a high, but not a falsetto, register.

"Here's a nice top!" said Mistress Daizy, putting a yellow spandex top on boot slut. "Look at her nice little titties!"

"Stand up, boot slut!" commanded MzDominica, as she had him slip into a tight, matching short skirt. He wiggled his ass with pleasure, as Dominica and Daizy laughed, although he did not quite understand why.

"Do you think a little makeup would help?" asked Mistress Daizy.

"I think it's a good idea." replied MzDominica, and they proceeded to apply lipstick, eye shadow, and other cosmetics to Richard's face, and placed a wig on his head. They put artificial nails on his fingers. His toes were already painted, because of previous commands.

"And now, for a special treat." said MzDominica, and pulled out a pair of knee-high high-heeled brown boots. "Put these on, boot slut!" Waves of pleasure went though boot slut's mind as he/she put on the boots. "Remember," said MzDominica. "These boots are MINE. You must obey my boots!"

"Must obey MzDominica's Boots." said boot slut.

"This means that you are not wearing My Boots. My Boots are wearing you! You feel them taking you over. You are now just a doll, for Mistress Daizy and me to play with."

"i am a little doll, for MzDominica and Mistress Daizy to play with." repeated boot slut.

"There is a string attached to you. When one of us says something, and then says, string!, you will repeat what we just said."

"Yes, Mistress", said boot slut.

"I am a little dolly. String!" said Mistress Daizy.

"i am a little dolly!" said boot slut, in a childish, high-pitched voice.

"Will you play with me? String!" said MzDominica.

"Will you play with me?" said boot slut.

"Math is hard! String!" said Mistress Daizy.

"Math is hard!" said boot slut.

"Look at yourself in the mirror, boot slut!" said MzDominica. He looked, and saw a beautiful woman looking back at him. "When you awake, you will remember this as if you were looking at a photograph." commanded MzDominica.

"When i am awake, i will remember this as if i were looking at a photograph." replied boot slut.

"Why don't we take a real photograph?" asked Daizy.

"Photos have a way of getting in the wrong place." explained MzDominica. "We can have our fun, but we don't take chances with the privacy of our slaves. But now we have one dolly. Maybe we should have another dolly, so we can play with both!" And, from the other room in the suite, Mistress Daizy brought out a sex doll; not the cheap type they sell at out-of-the way sex shops, but one of the first class types that really resembled a real woman. And the doll was dressed very much like MzDominica and Mistress Daizy, except that her outfit was red. MzDominica turned to the human doll, and said, "This is Mistress Dollie. Mistress Dollie is your Mistress. You must obey Mistress Dollie."

"i must obey Mistress Dollie", repeated boot bitch.

"Zap! Love! You LOVE Mistress Dollie." commanded MzDominica. "Now worship Her."

boot bitch looked at Mistress Dollie. She was a Goddess. He was lucky that She allowed him in Her presence. He got on his knees and started bowing in front of Her. "i must obey Mistress Dollie i must obey Mistress Dollie i must obey Mistress Dollie..." he repeated over and over again. After all, She was his Mistress. She was his willpower. And he loved her, truly and deeply. So deeply that he didn't hear the laughter in the room by the two women, looking at his loving worship of an oversize dress-up doll.

"Look!", said Mistress Daizy. "Our dolls want to play with each other. Oh, boot slut! Mistress Dollie wants you to worship Her boots!"

This drove boot slut into total mindless bliss, as she went up to Mistress Dollie, and started licking and kissing her boots.

"Don't forget to suck the toe!" said Mistress Daizy, and boot bitch started sucking on the toe.

"Suck the heel!" commanded MzDominica, and boot bitch started sucking the heel.

"Suck the toe!" said Mistress Daizy, and boot bitch started sucking the toe.

"No, the heel!" replied MzDominica.

And they proceeded to start going back and forth, watching their obedient dressed up doll desperately trying to obey the conflicting commands, blissfully unaware of the game his two Mistresses were playing with him. But, finally, tears started appearing in his eyes.

"Mistress Dollie just wants you to lick Her boots, now." said MzDominica, and boot slut gratefully went back to licking his Goddess's boots, to the amusement of the two real women in the room.

"Hmmm...", said Mistress Daizy, looking at her watch. "I think we only have time for one more game. What should it be?"

MzDominica smiled. "Our little boot slut has been such a good sport, let's give her a real reward."

She turned to boot slut, still licking away at Mistress Dollie's boots. "Mistress Dollie says to stop." said MzDominica.

"Must obey Mistress Dollie", said boot slut, as he stopped licking, and waited, kneeling before his Goddess.

"What would you REALLY like to do with Mistress Dollie?" asked MzDominica.

boot bitch had to think. But there was only one way he could show how much he loved and worshipped Mistress Dollie. "i want to lick Her Ass! I beg permission to lick Her Ass!"

"Ewwwwwwww!" said Mistress Daizy, but MzDominica smiled. "Mistress Dollie commands you to lick Her Ass!"

And boot slut, in ecstasy, put his head underneath Mistress Dollie's skirt, and started licking furiously, putting his tongue around, in and out of the plastic anus.

"Now watch this." said MzDominica to Mistress Daizy. "Cum, slave cum!" And boot slut's hips started pumping back and forth; his body started jerking, and he started moaning with pleasure, as he continued to lick the posterior of Mistress Dollie. "Stop!" she commanded, and his body stopped, although his tongue continued working. "Cum!" she commanded, and his body followed her command. "Stop!" she commanded again, and once again his body stopped. "Now cummmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she said, and for the next two minutes, boot slut kept on cumming. Mistress Daizy was a little afraid he would hurt himself, but her mother knew what she was doing. "Stop!" said MzDominica. "Now, stand up and come here."

"Must obey Dominica" said boot slut.

"Go into the bathroom, and clean yourself up. When you are done, come out." commanded MzDominica, and boot slut obeyed. She and Mistress Daizy talked quietly, while Richard removed the various cosmetics that had been used on him. He walked out, without the makeup, wig or nails.

"When I count to 5, you will be totally awake. You will clearly remember everything that happened to you, as if we had recorded it and you saw it again and again. One, you are waking up. Two, things are becoming clearer. Three, your eyes are opening. Four, you are almost awake. Five, wide awake!"

Richard looked around. "That was incredible!" he said, "Thank you, Mistresses!"

MzDominica smiled. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. Put on your clothing."

Richard put on his clothing. For some reason he did not understand, he had a bit of trouble putting on his pants. "You've been through an intense experience here. I want to make sure you're safe. Give me a call when you get home!" said MzDominica.

"Must obey Dominica." replied Richard, and MzDominica gave him a big hug and sent him on his way.

"When are you going to tell him he's still wearing those boots you gave him?" asked Mistress Daizy.

"Well, when he gets home and calls me, he'll find that the fun hasn't quite ended." said MzDominica with an evil smile on her face.

MzDominica's Cell

nospam@example.com (cloudstalker) — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 03:43:40 -0500

"This is wrong! Completely wrong! After all I"ve done for her!" shouted MzDominica.

"Yes, Mistress." replied Roberta. Roberta had long since learned that, when he did not quite know what to say to MzDominica, a simple "Yes, Mistress" was a useful thing to say. He was not entirely aware that this was not his own idea, but programmed into him by MzDominica. This was because MzDominica was a hypnodomme, a dominatrix who used hypnosis as a primary tool for controlling her slaves. Her natural talents augmented skills learned over the years. One of her talents was to attract and enslave dominant males, taking away their will a little bit at a time. Roberta was one of these. His name, of course, was not Roberta. His interest in tech made him fascinated with robots, which led to a "slave name" of Robert. MzDominica knew that one of the best ways to turn dominant men into submissive slaves was to create a feminine persona. It caused the dominant men to see themselves as those whom they enslaved, making it much easier for them to forget their dominant side, and give in to their submissive side. Hence, "Roberta."

Roberta was not quite sure whether his Mistress wanted his help, or was just blowing off steam. MzDominica did have a temper, although she was careful never to act on it. She knew that if she could not control herself, then she should not control others. Roberta decided that this demonstration was, in part, to put Roberta in the right frame of mind for the Mistress"s commands. But, just in case, he would wait until she confirmed it before saying anything else.

"I just found out that Lady Power is going to quit, and is trying to take as many subs with her as she can!" MzDominica explained.

"Is there anything I can do to help, Mistress"? asked Roberta. She was sure that there would be. And, now, he understood the situation much better. In order to attract a greater number of submissives, as well as expand her ability to earn income from her work, MzDominica had trained a number of other women, the "Ladies of Hypnotic Allure" as she called them, in the techniques of hypnotic domination. She wrote scripts for them, and produced hypnotic recordings for sale to submissives. She also arranged for them to have personal sessions with submissives, in person and by electronic communication, to further bind them into submission. She even crafted a persona for each dominatrix, matching the woman"s own personality, to attract a wide variety of submissives. Lady Power was a Victorian type, attracting those who wanted a more formal relationship with their Mistress. She was also the only one of the Ladies of Hypnotic Allure whom Roberta felt an urge to dominate, even though he, like all the subs, was under command to obey ALL the Ladies of Hypnotic Allure.

Which was how MzDominica found out about Lady Power"s plans. One of Power"s slaves, one who was always worshipful of Lady Power, was compelled, in spite of himself, to report to MzDominica about those plans. She performed a few more discrete inquiries, and was now fully aware of the details of the plan.

"The Cell," said MzDominica. "How well is it doing? In your opinion."

The Cell. THAT was why he was currently privileged to kneel at MzDominica"s feet. "It"s doing very well, Mistress. Better than even I thought it would. The way it"s booked up, right now, you should be making another one!" And then it occurred to him what his Mistress was asking. "Yes, I think it would even work on a dominant. Especially a dominant who has been willing to take orders from another domme." Roberta was getting turned on by this. Princess Power, in the Cell! He felt his dominant side asserting itself, as MzDominica smiled at him.

The Cell was actually invented by a prominent psychologist in the 1940"s. At least the basic principles. He did not have the technology at the time to make it work. But, when MzDominica asked Roberta to research it, he found that the technology was available; that the Cell could be built for quite a reasonable amount of money. It was a total brainwashing machine, and it felt so good that slaves were lined up to use it and reuse it. Once the initial three sessions were done, it looked like one session a year or so would be enough to keep it working. But there were subs who wanted to go in every month, every week, even at the prices they were charging (although, to prevent the process from becoming TOO addicting, there was a limit to once every three months). In spite of temptation, Roberta had not used the Cell, himself, but knew that if MzDominica commanded that he enter it, he would. He hadn"t even gone through the series of trances MzDominica called "The Cell", which put the subject through virtual brainwashing sessions while under hypnosis. Between Roberta"s technology and MzDominica"s trances, the machine worked extremely well.

"Yes, Mistress." Roberta repeated. "It was originally designed to work with less than cooperative subjects, after all."

"Good girl," said MzDominica, smiling, and patted Roberta on the head, bringing forth a rush of submissiveness, and canceling out the dominating feelings he was having. Roberta bowed before his Mistress.

"Thank you, Mistress." he said.

Lady Power was going to be coming by the next day. MzDominica had written a hypnotic script for her. And, instead of taking the honorable route and admit that she was leaving, Lady Power had decided to grab as much from MzDominica as she could. MzDominica knew this, and gave Roberta appropriate instructions.

The next day, Lady Power came by. As Roberta was serving her tea, MzDominica came out. "I"m really sorry, but I have to do an emergency phone session. It"s going to take about half an hour to forty five minutes. You"ll have to entertain yourself. Roberta, remember the repair you have to make on the Cell."

As Roberta was working on the Cell, Lady Power came over. "That is an impressive piece of equipment." she said.

"Yes, Mistress" replied Roberta.

"How much would something like this cost, if you made one for me"? she asked.

"Well, it cost a bit to develop, but now that it"s been perfected, I could probably put one together for about $10,000, Mistress." replied Roberta. He tried to appear matter-of-fact; Lady Power certainly was not doing a good job of it, considering the gleam in her eyes.

"How does it work"? asked Lady Power.

"Well, the subject sits here." said Roberta, climbing into the chair. "And this helmet measures brainwave activity." He put on the helmet. "You see how the readout shows that I am current submissive, Mistress"?

"Yes, I do." said Lady Power. Actually, she didn"t, but she wasn"t going to admit that.

"If you sit right here, Mistress, I can measure your brainwaves, if you"d like." continued Roberta. Lady Power sat in the chair.

"This is really quite comfortable!" she said.

"Certainly, Mistress." replied Roberta. "It needs to be comfortable in order to work right. Even the restraints are comfortable." He flipped a switch, and the restraints came on. They were padded with foam, and Lady Power saw that they were quite comfortable.

"Now, to take your brainwaves." said Roberta. He put the helmet on, and Lady Power felt some pressure on her eyebrows, which went away.

Lady Power said, "Aren"t you going to remove the restraints"? She had not noticed that Roberta had not referred to her as "Mistress."

"No." said Roberta.

"You mean, no Mistress!" yelled Lady Power. "You must obey me! Remove the restraints!"

"You haven"t been my Mistress since you sat in the chair. Now, you are just another slave, like me." Roberta replied. "Although you are quite dominant in mood, now, according to the readouts." The machine was warming up.

Lady Power tried to close her eyes, and realized she couldn"t. In a very unladylike way, she yelled out, "What the FUCK is going on here""??

MzDominica, who had been watching from behind, walked into her field of vision. "You wanted a Cell of Your own, didn"t you? Well, I wouldn"t dream of letting you use the technology without giving you a full demonstration."

"You wouldn"t DARE, you BITCH!" yelled Lady Power. "Besides, you know damned well that hypnosis only works on willing subjects! Why the hell are you doing this"?

"You know very well," said MzDominica. "You were going to quit, take all the material I created for you, and take MY slaves with you, not to mention MY technology."

"They are MY slaves!" yelled Lady Power. "I don"t need you at all!"

"If that was the case," said MzDominica calmly, "Then you would have had no need to steal one last script from me, much less the Cell. Start up the sequence, Roberta, like a good girl."

Roberta started the sequence on the warmed up machine. And it started to do its work. The total brainwashing would take three sessions, but Lady Power would be quite easy to handle after the first. Central in the screen was a picture of MzDominica, an excellent one, showing her as commanding and loving at the same time. The basic principle of the brainwashing was simple enough; put the subject into a state of total confusion, create an image for the subject to latch onto, and, by the time the brainwashing was done, the attachment would be total; the image on the screen would become the subject"s lifeline, the object of total worship, burned into their mind. Yes, a few years without strengthening and some heavy deprogramming would reverse the effects, but, seeing that one of the effects was a desire to be reprogrammed, it was unlikely to happen unless MzDominica wanted it to happen.

There would be lights coming into the subject"s eyes, sounds coming into the subject"s ears. And the monitors, the key piece missing from the original design, would determine the subject"s level of resistance. When the level or resistance reached zero, the subject would be released.

Lady Power sat in the machine. She tried to set her mind to ignore anything that came through. But the sounds were coming through her headphones; and she couldn"t close her eyes or move them away far enough to keep the lights out. The sequences were computer controlled. One after another would be tried until her resistance started weakening. Then she would be played like a fish. She would fight, and fight, until she was too tired to keep fighting. Then she would be reeled in until she felt her mind being dominated. Then she would fight again. This would repeat until she lost any will to fight. And she would not be able to fake it; the sensors showed her brainwaves. MzDominica left, but Roberta stayed. He loved to see the faces of the subjects, as their resistance went away, as their very individuality evaporated from their faces, to be replaced by a blank expression. He loved to watch the subject"s willpower being drained, one drop at a time, fighting not only the loss of willpower, but the fact that the loss itself was a highly pleasurable experience, because it also got rid of stress.

Lady Power was no exception. If anything, it was far more exciting watching her in the machine, fighting, and losing. A series of profanities that would have shocked her slaves exited her mouth, as she was fighting. But one of the biggest turn-on"s for Roberta was a point where she finally realized that she was going to lose. She said her last words as a free woman, "Goddess!" Roberta was not sure whether she was referring to a deity, or her new deity, MzDominica. But the sensors showed, from that point forward, just surrender; there was no fight left.

When the session was complete, Roberta called MzDominica back in. They released Lady Power, who moved like a sleepwalker. She was slouched, and in a state of confusion, where the only thing that made sense to her was the commands she heard. She allowed herself to be led. At this point, any command she heard, no matter how outlandish, would be a welcome life preserver, keeping her from going completely adrift. Roberta and MzDominica attached a locked collar to her throat, and manacles around her wrists and ankles. They were all attached by chains. The psychologist who had come up with this had written a long treatise about the necessity of this procedure. However, what MzDominica told Lady Power was explanation enough.

"You are now wearing these chains. These chains attach you to me, forever. You will wear the physical chains in My Presence, at all times, but, even when you are not wearing the physical chains, you will feel them anyway. They are a part of you. Do you understand"?

"Yes, Mistress", said Lady Power, meekly. She smiled. She had something physical to hold onto in her confusion, even if it was something that was enslaving her more completely.

"Get on your knees, and kiss my boot." MzDominica commanded. Lady Power got onto her knees, and started kissing MzDominica"s booted toes. MzDominica smiled as Roberta did likewise with the other foot. "Good girls," said MzDominica. Both slaves smiled as they continued to kiss, Lady Power in comfort, and Roberta, being turned on by serving MzDominica with another slave, losing a small piece of himself in the process.

"It"s time for the second session." said MzDominica, with a smile. This was working very well. Lady Power meekly allowed herself back into the chair, and did not resist the bindings at all this time. The second session, once the subject had relinquished all control of self to others, would further cement control to the figure in the picture. MzDominica"s carefully written scripts would take care of that. Roberta continued to watch, but was not as interested. He had been highly turned on to see Lady Power brought down to being a slave, but now that she was, he saw her as just one more slave in a group. He was still turned on by having her be so submissive, but it wasn"t the same as being turned into a submissive.

In Lady Power"s mind, more was going on. From her position of confusion, she started going back into a position of purpose. The image of MzDominica was being branded into her mind, always watching, always there. Her purpose in life was to obey MzDominica, to do what pleased MzDominica. She knew how a religious fanatic felt. MzDominica was her Creator, her Goddess. She worshipped MzDominica. She loved MzDominica, like she had loved none before. Her mind, having been broken down by the first session, was receiving a new foundation in the second. And, as nature abhors a vacuum, her mind was soaking it up, just as the psychologist had predicted more than half a century before. There was no past, no present, no future. Only worship. Only obedience.

What happened next was a bit of a surprise for Roberta. When the subject got taken out of the Cell for the end of the second stage, the subject would spend an hour or so giving personal service to MzDominica. But MzDominica gave an unusual command.

"It would please me if you obeyed Roberta." she commanded. "You are to do whatever she commands you to do. Pleasing her is like pleasing me." Roberta was taken aback. MzDominica said, "I know you always wanted to dom Lady Power. And you have worked so hard for Me. I want to make sure you get what you deserve. Just do not have sex with her."

The last was unnecessary for Roberta, who did not like to mix domination with sex. He spent the next hour skillfully putting Lady Power through her paces, guiding her movements, her emotions, her very thoughts. He made Lady Power act in different personalities, including becoming his lapdog. He had her dance for him, give herself to him for a close and thoroughly humiliating examination, even a couple of things he knew were turn-offs to his Mistress. Lady Power, in the meantime, was in ecstasy, knowing that everything she was doing she was doing to please her Goddess.

But this was just preparation for the final phase in the Cell. This was the phase where the subjects mind was put back into something resembling its original state, except with the new foundation firmly inserted in. Essentially, the old personality was an act, driven by memories rather than real feelings. The true personality would be the dedicated worshipper who had just serviced a slave, because her Mistress told her so. Lady Power would act just like she acted before the treatment, but it would only be a guise, and only because she was ordered to do so by the Mistress. The Cell conditioning was mainly to help her remember what her old self was like, so that she could continue the guise. There would be no more rebellion on the part of Lady Power. She was more than a slave of MzDominica. She was a worshipper of MzDominica. She would be unable to even conceive of fighting the power. The rest of her life would be devoted into the service of her Goddess, MzDominica.

As the session ended, Roberta smiled. He greatly enjoyed his work. And he had also enjoyed playing the dominant.

Almost as if reading his mind, he heard MzDominica"s voice. "You enjoyed playing the dominant, didn"t you"?

"Yes, Mistress" he replied. "Thank you, Mistress."

"Remember, you have to obey ALL the Ladies of Hypnotic Allure. Command him, Lady Power."

"On your knees, slave." commanded Lady Power. Roberta"s hypnotic training came into play, and he obediently went down on his knees before Lady Power. Even though she was his slave only a short time ago, she was now his Mistress, and he would obey. He was, however, impressed at how neatly she went back into her role as a dominant.

"Did you know that Roberta had wanted you as his slave"? said MzDominica with a smile on her face which made Roberta quite nervous.

"No, I didn"t, Mistress." Lady Power replied.

"What do you think about what he did to you"? asked MzDominica.

"I know that you commanded me to obey him, but he left me feeling filthy and used." said Lady Power, in her Mistress persona.

"Well, with the Cell working so well, that dominant streak of his is useless to us, now. Should we put him through the Cell"?

Roberta was both scared and excited. He knew that this was coming sooner or later, but he was very nervous about the circumstances under which it was taking place. He was more than a little worried about the liberties he had taken with Lady Power.

"Yes, he belongs in the Cell." said Lady Power. "Go into the Cell." she commanded, and Roberta found himself obediently sitting in the chair, as MzDominica and Lady Power commanded. Well, it was to be expected. This was his next stage in slavery, and he knew he had been heading in this direction. He was ready to become imprinted with MzDominica.

But when he looked, the picture on the screen was not the familiar one of MzDominica"s face. It was another picture entirely.

"Please, no, Mistress!" he said.

And, although he could not turn his head to see, he could tell that MzDominica was smiling.

"You have been far too presumptuous for a slave." she said. "This will be an excellent example to my other slaves about what happens when you have too much pride, you try to be too dominant around your Mistresses."

Roberta had expected to quietly allow himself to be taken over by the Cell. But this. This was too humiliating. Far too humiliating. He couldn"t see himself spending the rest of his life, worshipping"

Yes, he could, was his final thought as he felt himself starting to surrender to the Cell.

MzDominica's Zombie

nospam@example.com (cloudstalker) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 18:31:14 -0500

I wasn't surprised when I received a summons from MzDominica. As a struggling photographer with a fetish for hypnotic submission, we had worked out a barter deal; I would be Her photographer in exchange for credit with Her various hypnotic mp3's and services. Well, it wasn't even that specific. I took Her pictures, She dommed me, and it just kind of worked out. But when I found out what the job was, I was a bit worried. I met Her in a room at the hotel She frequently used for domination sessions.

"Are you sure this is legal?" I asked. "With a videotape, you can get into a lot of trouble."

"There's no problem," replied MzDominica. "I have covered my bases. Jack has signed a notarized statement that he has provided the substance that he is going to take, and that I have no certain knowledge of what he is actually taking."

"But are you sure you have prepared the burundanga correctly?" I asked. Burundanga was pretty strong stuff. It hadn't really been used in the States, much, but in Colombia, it was commonly used by criminals. A natural mixture containing scopolamine, it rendered people completely obedient to commands, and unable to form short-term memories, so they became slaves and have no memory of the experience afterwards. Jack had requested that MzDominica domme him while he was under the influence of the drug. The problem would be that he would have no memory of the experience. That's where I came in; I was to videotape the whole thing, so that Jack could view himself later.

"You're such a nice boy, worrying about me," MzDominca smiled. "Don't worry. I know exactly what I'm doing." I felt the familiar charge that went through me whenever MzDominica acted maternal towards me. "Must obey Dominica" I replied, giving the standard mantra she gave all her subs. With many of us, it was programmed into us. It clearly was with Jack, when he came in.

Jack was in a business outfit; he had clearly come from work. He was about 5'10", a couple of inches shorter than MzDominica's Amazonian 6' even. He was in average shape, maybe a few pounds overweight. And he looked VERY nervous.

"Must obey Dominica," said MzDominica.

"Must obey Dominica," Jack and I replied, automatically, in unison. I found myself slipping into a hypnotic trance, and saw that Jack was doing the same. MzDominica touched my shoulder.

"Not you," she said, quietly. "I want you to be wide awake for this."

Obediently, I came out of trance.

"Now, you don't need to be nervous," she told Jack. "You don't even need a drug to obey MzDominica, do you?"

"No, Mistress," replied Jack. He had calmed down considerably, and had a look on his face that was familiar enough; I often had the same look of loving obedience on my own face, before MzDominica.

"Start the video, Richard," ordered MzDominica.

"Must obey Dominica," I replied.

MzDominica took out a glass of milk, and added a powder. "Drink this, Jack. It has the burundanga in it."

"Must obey Dominica" replied Jack, and drank the liquid. His face turned blank. His eyes were glazed over. His entire body relaxed.

"Let's test this out," she said. She pulled out a piece of paper. "This is a power of attorney, giving me control of all your assets. Now, sign it like a good boy."

She put the paper on a table, put the pen in Jack's hand, and helped him bring the pen to the paper. He signed it. I might have been worried, but I knew MzDominica too well. She looked into the camera.

"I'll bet THAT threw a scare into you," she said. I knew that she was addressing him, later, and not me. "Don't worry." She put the document in a shredder, where it was totally obliterated. "Now, for a little fun."

She turned to Jack again. "What are you doing in those clothes? Take them off." Obediently, Jack removed his clothing. I noticed that he hadn't said the usual, "Must obey Dominica." I also noticed that he had some trouble, doing so. That was a problem with drugs like this; they tended to make the subject obedient, but also blocked the subject's mental capabilities.

"Get on your hands and knees," commanded MzDominica, and Jack obeyed. I was concentrtating on maintaining focus and getting the right angle, which was good, because it kept me from doing the same. She then took a couple of items. I realized what they were. One was a butt plug, with a tail sticking out, and the other was a dog nose, the kind with a rubber band that goes around your head. "Relax your butt," commanded MzDominca, and inserted the prelubricated butt plug. Then she put the dog nose on Jack's face. She then took a dog collar with a leash attached, and put it around Jack's neck.

"Bark, dog!" commanded MzDominica to Jack, and Jack obediently barked. "Follow me," MzDominica commanded next, and led Jack around the room, on his hands and knees, barking, and following at MzDominica's heels.

MzDominica took off her skirt, revealing a thong. "Sniff my butt!" commanded MzDominica, and Jack went onto his knees and buried his nose in MzDominica's beautiful ass, sniffing hard. His dog nose had a gap for his nostrils. MzDominica smiled. "It smells good, doesn't it?" Jack started sniffing harder, and the look on his face showed pure pleasure. "Suck, slave," she commanded, and Jack started kissing and licking her ass, the same look of pleasure on his face. MzDominica appeared to be enjoying it as well. Jack licked and sucked for several minutes.

"Now start sucking on this!" MzDominica turned around, revealing an 8-inch strap-on. Jack started sucking away at MzDominica's large, plastic member. It was all I could do to keep taping, and not join them. But there was one more thing, before MzDominica moved to the next humiliation.

"Turn around!" commanded MzDominica. "Now, confess, slave. Is your asshole a virgin?"

"Yes," drawled Jack. "Friends in high school tried it out, but I never tried it. I thought about it in college, but didn't..."

"Enough!" replied MzDominica. Burundanga is an effective truth serum, to the extent that the subject tends to tell you much more than you want to know. She put Jack in a position, kneeling with his head down, and his ass up. MzDominica removed the butt plug from Jack's anus, and proceeded to ream it.

"You enjoy this, right slave?"

"Yes" replied Jack, obediently.

"You are a slut!" said MzDominica.

"I am a slut!" agreed Jack, moving his hips along with MzDominica.

"You are a slave!" said MzDominica.

"I am a slave!" replied Jack.

MzDominica continued for several minutes. I was sure to get Jack's near-animalistic facial expressions; I noticed that the nose had fallen off previously (something which I normally would catch as it happened; I really hoped my taping work didn't suffer from my distractions). But she had other plans for Jack, and she withdrew, taking off the strap-on.

She pulled out a pair of boots. Nothing special, although I would have loved to have seen her wearing them.

"You've told me that boots don't turn you on. Is that true?" asked MzDominica.

"Yes," said Jack. "I mean all female clothing is a turn on, but boots have never really been that import..."

"Worship my boots. Obey my boots. Bow down before my boots!" commanded MzDominica.

"Yes," replied Jack, staring at the boots. He went down on his knees, and started bowing down before MzDominica's boots. As one of MzDominica's boot slaves, I was tempted to do it myself, but I continued taping, watching Jack bow up and down, waiting for a command from MzDominica's boots. MzDominica laughed, softly, while Jack continued trying his best to obey a pair of boots sitting on the floor. Still, I was truly impressed. I had read about the effects of burundanga, but seeing them was something else entirely. Jack was an obedient, pliable, if not terribly animated, slave. To a certain extent, I was a bit jealous; I wanted to be in that position, myself.

"Stand up," said MzDominica, and Jack complied. "Let's get you dressed now. I've noticed that you also avoid my feminization mp3's. Is that because you are afraid of them?"

"No." said Jack. "Becoming a woman just doesn't appeal to me that much."

"Well, then you won't become a woman," said MzDominica, with a deliciously evil smile on her face. "You'll just dress like one." She pulled out a miniskirt, a top, a pair of nylon socklets, and the boots that Jack had been busy worshipping, and handed them to him to put on. He put them on, with some help from her. "Let's put a big smile on your face," said MzDominica, as she pulled out the coup de grace; a full face thin plastic princess mask, held to his head with a rubber band. She took the leash, still attached to the dog collar around his neck. MzDominica put her own skirt back on.

"We're moving," she said to me, and I took the camera off the tripod, and, camera in one hand and lamp in the other, followed her and Jack, as she led him through the lobby of the hotel. The hotel staff was used to this display, but a number of guests stared. I avoided getting reaction shots, because I really didn't want to have to deal with releases; any incidental faces that did appear, I would have to blur out.

It was, in a way, a comical sight, seeing Jack, decked out like a cheerleader, with that princess mask, being led through the crowd by a leash, like a trained animal. His awkwardness in the boots only made it more humiliating. I had a hunch he'd be watching the tape again and again, watching his obedient and willing humiliation.

"Tell them you're a slave," said MzDominica, and Jack started telling anybody who would listen, "I am a slave. I am a slave. I am a slave." When we approached an elderly lady, I expected her to have a fit. Instead, she smiled at MzDominica and asked, "Can I rent him for the night?"

"Want to check out the merchandise?" asked MzDominica. "Give him a squeeze."

The old lady actually reached under the skirt, and felt around. "Impressive," she said. "How much."

"Sorry," said MzDominica. "Not tonight. But maybe another time."

We went back into the room. MzDominica gave him another drink. "An antidote," she said. I was surprised. I didn't realize there was an antidote, but Jack came out of it. "When is this going to take effect?" he asked.

"We're finished," replied MzDominica, clearly amused.

"Impossible!" said Jack.

"Want to see the video?" asked MzDominica.

And we all watched the video. Jack kept on wincing, but I saw his hand rubbing his erect member, and know that, whatever he paid MzDominica, he felt he got his money's worth.

"We'll send you a copy of the tape," said MzDominica. "You'll get a copy, and I'll keep a copy for myself, but I will not distribute the copy to the public." She didn't mention that I would be making a copy for myself, and I chose to keep my mouth shut. If she really didn't want me to have a copy, all she would have to do is command me not to do so. Jack walked out.

"What did you think?" MzDominica asked me.

"I thought it was really hot." I replied. "I'd try it myself, but I'm really afraid of the possible side effects of the drug."

"Are you diabetic?" asked MzDominica.

"Of course not," I replied. "You would know if I was."

"Then there's no harm," she replied. "It was just confectioner's sugar."

I thought of Jack's actions, and realized that they really didn't match what I had read about burundanga.

"I had planted suggestions in advance, and all I needed was to trigger him with a taste of the fake drug. I'm really good." The last, she said more to herself than to me, but she was absolutely right.

"But all he did. And he has no memory of what happened? That's amazing."

"Hey, lots of people can be put under that far, with the right handling," said MzDominica. Then she said something else to me. The next thing I knew, it was morning. And I was wearing a miniskirt, boots, a tight top, a princess mask, and had a dog collar around my neck.

I really wish that someone had videotaped it.

Trance Thief

nospam@example.com (cloudstalker) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 18:27:51 -0500

Brenda looked at the screen. She was pleased; she had sold 6 recordings that day. She had managed to parlay a weekend hypnosis course, reading a bunch of fantasy stories, and observing other hypnodommes, and was making a good living as a hypnodomme herself. Se was especially pleased at her ability to convert subs from other hypnodommes. She went after the most loyal, most needy subs, knowing they had proven themselves to be good hypnotic subjects. She offered them teasers, free trances, and pulled them over to her side. She had even grabbed a few domain names similar to those of her rivals, so that she could siphon off their traffic. Why go through trouble developing your own subs, when it is so easy to just take over theirs.

Mistress Brenda. That's what she called herself, online. She loved to hear her subs jump at her commands. "Yes, Mistress Brenda." "I obey, Mistress Brenda." Or, her favorite, "I must obey Mistress Brenda." She used tried and true marketing techniques. She looked at the sites of other hypnodommes, saw what trances sold well, and made similar ones for herself. She had a great web site. All done by slaves, who had worked on the websites of other hypnodommes. No amateurs for her. Well, sort of amateurs, since she didn't pay them. They paid her. Which was right and proper. She laughed at the thought.

Her best source was MzDominca. Every trance idea she had stolen from MzDominica was a real success. But she had heard, from some of MzDominca's subs that she had stolen away, that MzDominca had help. Several of her slaves were also dominants, who would make their own private hypnotic sessions, and give them over to MzDominica, so that she might put her special touch to them, and use them to bring in even more slaves. Brenda wished that she could take over one of those. Even better, have him still pretend to serve MzDominica. She would have him create a trance for her. After she made her own recording, he would give it to MzDominica. But, just before MzDominica was ready to release it, she would come out with her own version first, and then MzDominica can be called the trance thief. That would be so satisfying. She laughed again, at how incredibly clever she was.

And she had already started. She had contacted someone who she suspected was one of these sources. One of her own female subs had told her what a great hypnotist this guy was, and he made no secret that he was one of MzDominica's subs. One of her main subs, based on his activity on the web. Brenda couldn't believe that this guy was not one of MzDominica's sources. She had been already been shot while trying to recruit one of Dominica's female sub/dommes, but this guy, John Waters, was being very polite with her. She had written to him if he would be interested in seeing her latest work. It was a combination of audio-visual influences that she had gotten from several sources. She had done her research; she knew what his fetishes were. She figured that he could not resist this. And in fact, he did take her bait. She was almost rubbing her hands in anticipation.

"Sure I'll try it out. What kind of review are you looking for?" he had written. She wrote back, oh so innocently, "This trance is more a relaxation trance than a control trance." Yeah, like hell it was. "I just want to see how it works for you. Just write back your experiences. I really appreciate this."

And he took the bait. It fed right into his fetishes. Within a day or two, he'd be worshipping her, and not MzDominica. And, sure enough, in her email, the very next morning, was the email he was triggered to leave.

"I worship and obey Mistress Brenda. I have no other Mistress. Mistress Brenda is all-powerful. John Waters is a total slave to Mistress Brenda. I must obey Mistress Brenda."

She was ecstatic. But the work had only begun. Now, she had to turn this relationship into something, more, well, profitable. Over the next week, she gave extra attention to Waters. She tranced him each night in chat, showing herself on her webcam. He was fascinated with breasts and pantyhose, so she made sure he got plenty of both. By the end of the week, he had clearly become her drooling slave. She had even managed to get rid of those dom urges as well, which even MzDominica hadn't succeeded in doing. He was her total slave. But, of course, that was not all. Just as she had planned, she had him pretend to still serve MzDominica. She asked him to write the script, send it to her, let her record it, send it to MzDominica, and, finally, to let Brenda know in advance the release date.

By the end of the next week, Waters had delivered the script. Wow! This was incredible. Better than anything she had seen from MzDominica. It was a script that would create a feeling of total subservience in a slave. Whoever heard it would have no thought in his head except to worship and obey MzDominica. Make that Mistress Brenda. Brenda started working on the changes.

First, she put it through her word processor, changing all the references from Dominica and MzDominica to Mistress Brenda. She then printed it out, and read it into her computer. She even put in a few extra audio features, to increase its power. Boy was this hot; she almost slipped into trance a couple of times while reading it. She had visions going through her head. This would turn her into the number one hypnodomme. She would be considered an original, no longer a fake. And she would let Waters hear his own work first. After hearing this, she wouldn't have to give him any more freebies. He could pay like the rest of them. And he would keep writing trances for her, as her adoring slave.

She went into the editor, and turned on the playback. She wanted to make sure that she had read it in properly. She can't have any errors on this one.

John Waters, sitting at home, looked at his watch. Time to give MzDominica a call.

"Yeah, that's right," he said. "She bought the whole thing. Thought I was her total slave. She's so pathetic, I didn't even need the resistance suggestions you gave me. She even thought that she had, get this, CURED me of my dom tendencies. Like THAT'S going to happen any time soon."

"You never know," said MzDominica.

"Well, I do know that you wouldn't do that to me if I wasn't ready, and I'm absolutely not ready. But I still can't believe that she thought I wrote your trances. I wonder if she would believe that you're the one who trained me in hypnosis, and that I base all my trances on your ideas."

"Don't worry your little head about it, my slave," MzDominica replied.

"Must obey Dominica" replied John, as he was triggered to do.

"If Brenda is following true to course, she will be listening to the recording she made of our little script."

"Well, she wanted complete subservience, and she got complete subservience. And her slaves will indeed serve her, with complete obedience."

They both laughed.

Brenda listened to the recording. She didn't notice when she stopped looking for errors, and just started relaxing. Her mind was fogging up, but she didn't notice that, either. She never realized when the good feeling of triumph turned into the pleasure of trance. But she slipped into a trance of her own making, listening to all her commands. When the trance said to open her eyes, she caught her reflection in the mirror. There, in the glass, looking right at her, was her Mistress.

"I must obey Mistress Brenda," she said, obediently. She looked at her Mistress in the glass, and had to worship and obey Her.

She walked towards the mirror. "I muust obey Mistress Brenda," she repeated. She was enthralled by the image she saw. It was her Mistress, and her Mistress had to be worshipped and obeyed.

She got to the mirror. She felt compelled to get down on her hands and knees. She started bowing down. "I must obey Mistress Brenda," she repeated, again and again, while worshipping her Mistress. She couldn't stop. She didn't want to stop. All she wanted to do was worship and obey her Mistress.

At one point, she had a need to relieve herself. She almost got up, but she saw the image of her Mistress. "I must obey Mistress Brenda," she said, and relieved herself where she she was kneeling.

She started getting tired, but had not received permission to stop worshipping, so, of course, she had to continue. Finally, she fell asleep, exhausted. While the recording kept on playing. When she woke up, she thought, "What the hell is happening to me?" But she caught a glimpse of her Mistress in the mirror. And the feeling of panic was replaced by a feeling of pure pleasure. "I must obey Mistress Brenda. I must obey Mistresss Brenda." She ignored hunger and thirst. After all, she was complete. She had her Mistress, and she only had to obey. Forever.

No Choice

nospam@example.com (cloudstalker) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 18:24:27 -0500

I was not even feeling that submissive, tonight. But I had tried out an experimental trance for MzDominica, one where the submissive loses all his willpower, and gives it to his Mistress. She gave me the trigger. All my willpower transferred into my watch, which I gave to MzDominica. I no longer had any willpower; it all belonged to Her. I had expected a form of mindless obedience. What I got was somewhat more unusual.

She commanded me to take a hot bath, and stroke while I was taking it. I was not allowed to cum until she said so, and I was to write this story about my experience first. I was not, as I expected, mindless. I was, however, without will. My only desire was and is to do as Mistress commands me to do. I can think, rather clearly, but only towards fulfilling my task for Mistress.

I proceeded to take off my clothes and start the shower. I have not taken a bath in many years. I thought that taking a shower would fulfill the desire. The second I stepped in, I realized that it would not. I had to put a plug in the drain, let the tub fill, and sit down in the tub, and take a bath. Every time either one of my hands was free from the task of bathing, it went straight to my erect member, stroking, stroking, stroking, but not even close to cumming. I went through all the steps I normally take in bathing, but all I only had three desires: To take my bath, to stroke myself, and to come back to my computer and write this story.

It is a strange feeling. I have been hypnotized by MzDominica before, and obeyed her commands because I wanted to obey them, but always felt that I had a choice. Now, I obey her commands because I cannot conceive of doing anything else but obey her. Even now, as I finish this story, the only thing I can think of is to ask her what my next command will be, because I can feel an emptiness growing inside of me.

I try to reach Her, and She does not respond. The emptiness grows in me. Writing this helps stop the emptiness for a while, but I need Her commands. I have no desire but to obey Her commands. She is my willpower. All I can do is obey. I must be commanded. I need to be commanded.

She has commanded me to email this to her. I have great relief inside of me.

I must obey Dominica.

Truth In Advertising

nospam@example.com (cloudstalker) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 18:19:41 -0500

I was excited as I rang MzDominica's doorbell. I was going to get a weekend of hypnodomination. I had used most of MzDominica's mp3's, and gotten hypnotized online a number of times, as well, but this was my first in-person session. I had gone whole hog, and bought the "weekend special." It was now Friday evening, and from now until Sunday night, I would be used for MzDominica's pleasure, and, I hoped, my own. I had discussed with the Mistress what to expect from the weekend; that I would be triggered, hypnotized, turned into a willing plaything for MzDominica, and taken to depths of obedience I had not been able to reach previously.

MzDominica greeted me at the door. She was appropriately dressed in a long black dress, but my eyes went directly to Her black boots. As with most of MzDominica's "boy slaves," I had listened to the Hypnotic Boots series, and just the sight of them was enough to put me into light trance. MzDominica knew who I was, and said,

"Must obey Dominica!"

"I must obey Dominica." I replied. With that, I went the rest of the way into deep trance.

"Come into the dungeon, and unpack your bag, slave," said MzDominica. Through the haze, I was a bit surprised. In video, MzDominica was usually either severe or sexy. But now, she appeared quite amused. I was excited by the possibilities that this entailed. I went into the room Dominica indicated, and unpacked my bag. I hadn't carried much; only what the Mistress commanded me to bring. When I was finished, I turned around, and there was the Mistress.

"Must obey Dominica!" she repeated, giving her standard trigger. She also gave a few triggers that she knew would bring me under. She then went through suggestions to increase my trance. Within 10 minutes, I was on my knees, prostrate before my Mistress. I was in a state of complete obedience.

"Now, there is something we must discuss," said MzDominica. A chill went through me. But I was discrete. Wasn't I? But my worst fears were confirmed. "I know that you have been going to other Mistresses. Well, slaves do that. But I have been told that you have given copies of my mp3's to one of them. Is that true?"

I wanted to lie. I wanted to just say, "No." But, I had to tell MzDominica the truth. "Yuh... Yes, Mistress." The chill increased.

"Well, I think I will make the punishment fit the crime. Don't worry, slave. You are just a slave, and not expected to have much willpower. So, as a punishment, I will give you what you want. Now, confess, slave. I know you have not listened to my Jessica, Suzi or Satina trances. Tell me why?"

"I was afraid, Mistress." I confessed. "I'm really turned on by the idea of becoming a slave girl for the Mistress, but I was afraid of losing my masculinity."

"Well, that was nothing to worry about," replied MzDominica with a smile. "Now, listen carefully." And She proceeded to give me another series of commands, which I could not understand with my conscious mind. But my subconscious mind, already open to obedience to my Mistress, believed every single word. MzDominica's words went through my mind, becoming a part of my essence, subtly and not so subtly changing that essence. Time seemed to stand still...

I woke up the next morning, out of trance, to an alarm clock going off. I looked. It was 6 AM.

I must admit I was disappointed. My first night had gone by, and I didn't even remember what happened. I remembered being brought under, and remembered.... uh, oh! I had confessed to the Mistress my pirating Her trances to, well, it didn't really matter. What mattered was that I had made the Mistress angry, and let myself get under Her power. But I didn't feel any different. I took a shower, put on my makeup, a nice bra, and my cheerleading outfit, complete with miniskirt and a pair of go-go boots. I looked at myself in the mirror. No, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. While I was looking, I heard a voice behind me.

"What's your name, slave?" asked MzDominica.

I thought for a second, thinking it might be a trick, but, no, I knew my name very well. "It's Jessica, Mistress."

"Come with me, slave."

I went down on my hands and knees, and followed MzDominica out of the room. MzDominica sat down to breakfast. "You may join me for breakfast."

"Thank you, Mistress." I replied, a little puzzled at MzDominica's treating me like a friend rather than a slave. But, I went to the dog dish next to MzDominica's chair, and proceeded to have my breakfast, wiping my mouth with a napkin when I was done.

"Oh, look", said MzDominica. "I spilled some coffee on my boot. Why don't you be a good girl and clean it up, Jessica."

"Yes, Mistress", I replied happily, as I went to MzDominica's boot, and licked it clean. "Thank you, Mistress." I said.

"Now, we have something special planned for this afternoon, so I want to make sure you're ready for it. Does that make you happy?"

"If you are happy, then I am happy, Mistress." I replied.

"Well, first let's see how you cleaned yourself. Let's go into the bathroom, and then present yourself to me."

After entering the bathroom, I took off all my clothing, and showed myself to MzDominica.

"You did OK in the shower, but that's far too much body hair. Let's shave it off." said MzDominica. She took an electric razor and proceeded to shave my body, except for a heart-shaped bit around my clit. She also reapplied the makeup to my face, and added a wig. She led me into the dungeon.

"Now, to give you one more piece of cleaning. We want to make sure you are clean inside and out. Get into the stocks," commanded MzDominica, and I put my hands and head into the stocks. MzDominica took out an enema bag, hose, and a butt plug nozzle.

"Relaxation mode" said MzDominica, and every muscle in my body relaxed completely. My ass was now completely loose; MzDominica could have inserted her fist, if she desired. Instead, she inserted the nozzle, and said, "Tighten up." Now, I was holding tightly onto the plug; I would not be able to release it. MzDominica opened the nozzle, and the soapy water flowed into me. My eyes bugged out as the water ran inside me; I had never had an enema before. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my stomach. I had to go. Bad.

"I beg to be allowed to go." I whimpered.

"What do you want to do more than anything else?" asked MzDominica.

"I want to go!!!!" I cried. That was an odd question, I thought.

"That will have to do for now. Release." she said, and with that, I opened up, into a bucket that had been placed for the purpose.

"Once more." said MzDominica. "Relaxation mode!" She repeated the previous procedure. This time, the pain was not as great, and the water was coming out clear. My entire system had been cleaned out. My cunt was dripping, and my clit was rock hard.

"Look inside your head. What do you see?"

I thought. I examined my mind, and there I saw MzDominica, sitting there, in Her leather chair. "Must obey Dominica!" she commanded.

"I see you, telling me to obey you." I replied.

"Good girl." she replied. When she said that, a wave of pleasure went through my body. I realized that I would do almost anything to hear MzDominica say, "Good girl" to me.

"Does Jessica want to cum?" asked MzDominica.

"Yes, Jessica wants to cum!" I cried out. "I beg for permission to cum!"

"Permission to cum goes to loyal slaves, not slaves who sell me to the first domme that comes their way!"

I blushed, heavily. I had sold the Mistress out, and I felt worthless. For some reason, that made me want to cum even more. In order to get permission to cum, I had to please Dominica. But I did not know what she wanted. I squirmed in the stocks.

"Put your ass up." commanded MzDominica, and I moved myself so that my ass was sticking as high as it could go. MzDominica walked in front of me. She was wearing a strap-on. "Suck it!" commanded MzDominica. I greedily took MzDominica's cock into my mouth, and liked and sucked it greedily. "Jessica's a good little cocksucker, isn't she?" laughed MzDominica.

"mppphhhmpphhhh!" I replied, cock still in mouth.

"Good girl!" said, MzDominica. "Now it is nice and moist, I'm going to put it in your cunt. But you still are not allowed to cum." With that, she proceeded to deflower my virgin asshole. I had expected pain, but it felt good. I felt MzDominica inside of me, and I felt owned. She was inside my body, and She was inside my mind. It was pure pleasure. I wanted even more to cum, but I could not. The Mistress said I could not cum, and therefore I could no cum.

"You are taking the commands very well. We are now going to make you even deeper."

She proceeded to give me a trigger. I don't even remember what the trigger was. I don't remember what happened to me then. But I do remember waking up. I was still in the stocks, but I was no longer locked in.

"Look at yourself in the mirror." said MzDominica. I did, and saw that I had the cheerleader outfit back on. Well, actually, the beautiful young woman looking back at me in the mirror had a cheerleading uniform on. I felt my breasts and my cunt. There was something different, but I wasn't sure what. I did a mental inventory. I was Jessica, MzDominica's lesbian slavegirl. No, everything seemed to be right to me. The only thing wrong was that I was throbbing with a need to cum, and I could not do so.

"Follow me. You have a little performance to do this afternoon," said MzDominica. Afternoon? Wasn't it just morning? The weekend was flying by, and I was barely noticing it. MzDominica was clearly trancing me, but I didn't notice any effects. It was just a normal domming session, as nearly as I could tell.

MzDominica led me by my leash into the other room. I blushed a little. There were several women sitting on chairs, looking at me.

"Normally, I command you to obey only Me." said MzDominica. "However, since you want to obey other Mistresses, I figured I'd give you what you want. You will obey any command anybody gives you. But I get to go first. Suck my ass, slave."

I saw MzDominica's ass. I was surprised I hadn't realized it before, but it was the most desirable thing I had ever seen. I desperately wanted to work my tongue around the rim of her asshole. I said, "Must obey Dominica", and licked greedily. Ever taste was a piece of heaven. For some reason, the people in the audience were laughing.

"Hey, cheerleader, let's see a cheer!" said one. What was I doing licking MzDominica's ass? I was supposed to be leading a cheer! So I started dancing, and leading a cheer, and the audience applauded. This made my cunt all drippy, so I danced even more. I desperately wanted to cum, but, for some reason I couldn't quite recall, I couldn't.

"You're a dog now!" yelled another woman in the audience. And, of course, I was a dog. What was I doing on my hind legs? I went down on all fours, like I was supposed to. I started barking. The woman took off her boot, held out her foot, and said, "Lick, bitch!" So I trotted over to her foot, and started licking. I was a dog, and dogs are supposed to lick. I licked and licked, as she lay back happily, and the audience laughed.

"Let me try that!" said another, sticking out her foot. "Lick my foot, dogslave!" and I started licking her foot. She was my Mistress and I had to obey her. I licked and licked. I was still throbbing with the need to cum, but when my hand went to touch myself, I found it was as if there was an invisible barrier preventing me. I heard laughter in the background; they must have been watching my efforts.

"You've had enough!" said yet another. "Let me try something! Jessica, stop licking. And look at yourself! Your hands are now your feet, and your feet are now your hands!" I looked. What was I doing, wearing boots on my hands? I had to put them on my feet. I did, and the Mistresses started laughing again. I tried to stand up, but, for some reason, I couldn't do it. They laughed more.

MzDominica smiled. "I'll tell you what, Jessica. I'll let you cum, if you do one thing for me." She put a pitcher of water and a glass on the floor. "Pour me a glass of water, and you will be allowed to cum." I eagerly crawled to the pitcher; I desperately wanted to cum, but still had trouble walking, for some reason. I tried to pick up the pitcher, but I couldn't. I tried and tried, but my hands had become so clumsy, I couldn't pick up the pitcher at all. "Please, Mistress, please let me cum!!!" I cried out, but all I received was more laughter.

"Time's up!" said MzDominica. "Your hands and feet are back to normal again!" Once again, I found myself with my boots on my hands, and I seemed to be trying to hold the pitcher in my feet. I put things aright again.

"Now, Jessica, you've been a good girl. But were you a good boy?" asked MzDominica.

"No, Mistress. I was a bad boy." I confessed.

"And what happens to bad boys when they misbehave?" asked MzDominica.

"Th... they get punished." I replied, suddenly very nervous.

"I think this girl needs a spanking. What do you all think?" asked MzDominica.

They all responded in unison. "This girl needs a spanking." It was only then I realized that they were all dressed just like me. And I realized that my voice was included in the group.

"Stand in line, and give this girl what she needs." What I needed was to cum. But I also needed a spanking. The Mistress said I needed one, and therefore I needed one. I obediently went over the first Mistress's knees, and lifted my skirt.

"Since you are being punished, you should count off," commanded MzDominica.

"Ow! One!" I cried. I was surprised by the strength of this woman. "Ow! Two!" I counted as every whack hit my bare, hairless ass. When I said, "Ow! Ten", I was sent to the next Mistress. By the time I was done (and realized that there were six Mistresses other than MzDominica), my ass was comletely sore. All the pain did was make me want to cum even more.

"Please, Mistress. Let me cum!" I begged.

"Cumming is for obedient slaves," replied MzDominica. "And you still haven't proven that you are worthy." She looked around. "All subs now!" I looked at Her. I noticed that all the Mistresses were looking at Her, too. "Jessica, stand over there!"

I stood where MzDominica had indicated. And so did the other Mistresses. No, not just Mistresses. They were all Jessica too. We were all Jessica, standing in front of MzDominica, ready to obey.

"Raise your right foot!" commanded MzDominica.

"Yes, Mistress!" we replied, and we raised our right foot.

"Must obey Dominica!" said MzDominica.

"Must obey Dominica!" we replied.

"Put down your foot!" commanded MzDominica.

"Yes, Mistress!" we replied, and we put down our foot. In the back of my mind, I realized that I was no longer one person. I was Jessica. So were the women next to me. We were all Jessica, a single mind in seven bodies, all controlled by MzDominica.

"Get on your hands and knees, in a circle, facing clockwise." We did. And there we were, on the floor, on our hands and knees, staring at our boots and asses.

"Kiss your asses!" commanded MzDominica, and I found myself kissing the ass in front of me, but, as I was kissing, I felt the kisses. We were a circle of seven girls, kissing our own asses, showing submission to ourselves. I wanted to cum more than ever. I don't know how long we continued, but finally, MzDominica said, "Jessica, stand up."

We all stood up. MzDominica said "Sub Commanders, take these cups. You may cum." Now, I was no longer part of the larger Jessica. The other Jessicas all came. Their juices flowed into the paper cups that MzDominica provided. She combined them all into one cup.

"You are a cum slut, Jessica, aren't you?" She worded it as a question, but it was clearly a command.

"Yes, Mistress. I am a cum slut." I replied.

"Well, here are the juices of the other Jessicas. Enjoy it."

I looked at the cup She offered me. It was filled with the cum juices of the Jessicas. It was liquid pleasure. I sipped it down, trying to extend the pleasure as much as possible. I licked up every drop.

"Now, thank the other Jessicas properly. Kiss their boots," commanded MzDominica. I went to each Jessica, in turn, and kissed their boots. I wanted to cum even more than ever. But I could not, as long as Mistress commanded me not to do so.

"Subcommanders, wake up!" commanded MzDominica, and the 6 other Jessicas suddenly started shaking their heads and looking at themselves. "Jessica", said MzDominica to me. "You will not be able to understand what anybody is saying until I snap my fingers!"

Suddenly, everybody started speaking nonsense. MzDominica was clearly talking to the other Jessicas, but I could not understand a single word they said. For some reason, I found this amusing, and started giggling. My hand went to my cunt, but I still could not touch it. I had to do something. I automatically said, "Must obey Dominica." That made me feel better. So I continued to repeat, "Must obey Dominica, must obey Dominica, must obey Dominica" again and again.

I heard the snapping of fingers. "Good girl." said MzDominica. I saw that the other Jessicas weren't there anymore. "You have put yourself into trance. You have pleased Dominica. You still can't cum, but now I may let you cum before the weekend is over."

"Thank you, Mistress." I said, gratefully.

"Now is a good time to see how you feel what has happened to you. Wake up!" said MzDominica.

I realized that I was not Jessica. I was a man. My breasts disappeared, and my cunt turned into a penis. My ass was still quite sore. And I had remembered virtually everything that happened. And I was STILL aching to cum. But, when my hand went to my erect member, I found I could not touch myself. I started squirming in need.

"How did you turn me into a Jessica so quickly?" I asked MzDominica.

"That was easy. You wanted to become a Jessica. You were just afraid. I removed your fear, and you accepted your new role quite readily. Are you still afraid of losing your masculinity?"

I knew that, yes or no, I had to tell the truth to MzDominica. I was about to say, "Yes" when I remembered how incredibly horny I felt, how incredibly good serving MzDominica as a Jessica felt. "No, Mistress. I am not afraid. I am Yours to command."

"And what is it that you desire most, right now?" asked MzDominica.

"I want to CUMMMMMM!!!!!!" I cried.

"Not yet, slave. You are not ready to cum," replied MzDominica.

Tears were coming out of my eyes. "Please Mistress! I beg you Mistress! Please, let me cum!"

I don't recall what MzDominica said, but suddenly, I was Jessica again.

"You want me to please you," said MzDominica. "But how are you going to please me?"

I found myself on my knees. "I beg to please MzDominica. Please tell me how i may please You."

She sat down. "I need a footstool. Get me one, slave."

I looked around and saw no footstool. I crawled to MzDominica, and went on my hands and knees in front of her.

"Very inventive, slave." said MzDominica. She proceeded to rest her booted feet on my back. It felt incredible, feeling my Mistress's boots against me. I desperately wanted to cum, but I still could not. I heard some paper rustling; MzDominica must have been reading. She shifted Her feet every now and then. Every time she did, and electric shock went through me. I wanted to beg MzDominica to let me cum, but I was a footstool, and footstools don't talk. She hadn't commanded me not to talk, but somehow, I just knew it.

I was in a room. I was standing. I looked at myself. It was no illusion; I had become truly female. I looked to my side. There was MzDominica. But I barely came up to Her waist. Either She had grown or I had shrunk.

"I've made it so much easier for you to serve Me", said MzDominica. "You can easily reach My Feet, and you can suck My Ass without even leaning over!"

"Thank you, MzDominica", I said. "Thank you, thank you!"

"Who gave you permission to speak, slave?" a voice from nowhere said. I opened my eyes. I had fallen asleep, and was dreaming.

"I'm sorry Mistress!" I said.

"You're still not serving Dominica properly. At this rate, you're never going to cum again!" replied the Mistress.

My need to cum was so strong that I could barely contain myself. "Please, MzDominica. Even in my dreams, i serve You! Please let me cum!"

"You're clearly not ready yet." said MzDominica. The way She said it, I realized that there was something that She wanted. If i could give it to Her, i would be allowed to cum. But She was not going to tell me what it was. i was going to have to figure it out for myself.

"Well, at least you can make yourself useful. Get these boots off my feet, and give me a massage."

i removed the Boots from Her feet. i put my nose near, so that i could catch Her Scent. Then, i carefully and lovingly massaged Her Feet. i forgot that i was there. i forgot that She was there. i even forgot that i had to cum. All that was there was Her Feet, and i was to serve Them.

i smelled a different scent in the air.

"Look at me." came a voice. It was the voice of my Mistress. i realized again who i was, who She was, where i was, and that i desperately needed to cum. i looked at Her. She was smoking a cigarette, with a long holder. Something in the back of my mind clicked. The words just flowed out of my mouth.

"Must obey MzDominica's cigarette holder."

"No bad." said MzDominica. "You remembered. Cum."

A wave of pleasure went through my body. My hand started moving towards my clitoris.

"Stop." said MzDominica. "That was enough reward for now."

While i loved the pleasure, it only served to increase my frustration. "Please let me c...."

I stopped, because MzDominica blew Her Smoke in my face.

"Breathe in the scent. It is My Drug. A Drug for which there is no cure. You are addicted to Dominica. Say it!"

i felt the drug going through my system. "i am addicted to Dominica." i said.

"Say it again!"

"i am addicted to Dominica."

"Say it again!"

"i am addicted to Dominica!"

A bell rang in the background.

"Ah!" said the Mistress. "Dinner is ready." i realized that there must be other slaves around. i just didn't see them. "Follow Me into the dining area."

MzDominica sat down, and ate Her dinner. When She was finished, She put Her plate on the floor. "You may eat the leftovers, while I get ready." the Mistress said.

"Thank You, Mistress." i greedily eyed the bits and pieces on the plate. It had the Mistress's spit on it. i got down on my hands and knees, and licked the plates clean. But as i ate, the need to cum became only stronger.

"What's bothering you, Jessica?" asked MzDominica. "What do you want?"

"i want to CUMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!" i said.

"No, you're not quite ready yet." was Her reply. "Go clean yourself up. We are going out for the evening."

i went to clean myself up. A part of me was telling me that i could not go out, not as Jessica. But, even being punished, i trusted MzDominica. i knew that i had not earned Her trust, but i still knew that She would not humiliate me in real life. When i came out, She put me under trance again. My eyes opened.

"Who's that?" asked MzDominica. I looked, and saw a reflection of a not unattractive young woman in a cheerleader outfit. Suddenly, I realized it was me. "You see?" said MzDominica. "Even you don't recognize yourself."

I suddenly realized that I was not under trance. I was dressed up as Jessica, but I was me. My hand went to my throbbing member, but it was still blocked. MzDominica's commands were certainly strong. But where was she going to take me? Although I wasn't recognizable as me, I was clearly no cheerleader, either. She clicked a collar around my neck, led me with a leash out to her car. We both sat in the back. "To the Pandominion Club." she said to the driver.

"Yes, Mistress." he replied.

MzDominica didn't say a word for the whole trip. I kept silent, too, even though, with every bump on the road, I thought I was going to explode. I still desperately needed to cum, but I knew better than to beg MzDominica now. We arrived at a club in an industrial area. MzDominica led me in, and I saw, as I had expected, that it was a BDSM club.

"Hey, MzD!" said a leather-clad man at the door. "New slave?"

"No, but she's a weekend session. And she's being punished for betraying Me."

"Oops!" said the man. "That's a position I'd never want to be in. What are you doing?"

"Even she doesn't know what it is. Try telling her to do something." replied MzDominica. A shiver went through me as she said it.

"OK, I'm game," said the man. He turned to me. "Let's see a little cheer."

Suddenly, I found myself jumping and cheering, like a regular cheerleader. My body was acting as if it had a will of its own. I realized that MzDominica had gotten my body to obey any command given to it by anybody, and there was nothing I could do about it. Even worse, I was enjoying it.

I wish I could remember, in detail, what happened after that. It wasn't like I was ordered to forget. It's just that there was a whirl of activity. Everybody in the club, even the slaves, gave me commands. At one point, they were ordering me to walk, turn around, turn around, turn around, while throwing balled up napkins at me. I was jumping, dancing, licking (my tongue felt like sandpaper), kissing, kneeling, crawling, you name it, I was doing it. Well, not anything. I didn't have to eat or drink anything, and I still couldn't touch myself.

Oh, yes. There was spanking. I kept found myself saying, "I was a naughty girl, and I deserve a spanking!" going over someone's knee, and allowing myself to be spanked. For some reason, no matter how many times it happened, I found myself in tears afterwards, crying, "I'm sorry! I'll never do it again!"

When we got home, MzDominica asked me, "Tonight, you have done what everybody else desired. What is it that you desire the most?"

"I have got to cum!!!" Tears were coming out of my eyes. "I beg to be allowed to cum!"

"Cum!." replied MzDominica. I felt the rush going through me. "Stop!" The desire was stronger than ever. It was awful. "Must obey Dominica," she said.

Normally, that would put me into a light to medium trance. But now, with the conditioning I had been getting I went immediately into deep trance. I must have been commanded to forget everything that happened, because the next thing I knew, I was waking up on the cot. I was without makeup, and naked. And my butt was still sore.

And I still had to cum. Badly.

I went into the bathroom. At least I was able to pee. But I could not cum. I went into the shower. And my mind started getting, well, fluffy. It was strange. I started singing, "Bimbo suzi's got an empty brain, making me so easy to train! Serving Dominica is what i crave! i am suzi, Dominica's slave." Singing that made me feel better. The tune just kept going through my head. It was all that was going through my head. I was smiling, feeling pretty good. "Bimbo suzi's got an empty brain, making me so easy to train! Serving Dominica is what i crave! i am suzi, Dominica's slave." Again and again and again and again and again...

"Your skin is going to get wrinkled, suzi! Get out of the shower!" came MzDominica's voice from outside. suzi obediently stepped out of the shower, and walked into the dungeon.

"Look at you!" said MzDominica. "You're dripping water all over my dungeon! And you're naked." suzi looked at herself. suzi had forgotten to dry herself, and put on clothing. suzi was such an empty headed bimbo! suzi needed MzDominica to think for her; thinking was SO hard!

"Yes, Mistress, right away Mistress!" suzi said, giggling. Whenever suzi tried to think, it tickled. If suzi tried too hard to think, it would start to hurt. suzi went into the bathroom, took a towel, and started drying herself. When suzi started drying her hoo-hah suzi got sooooo turned on. But something was wrong with that. suzi started giggling again. suzi had to ask Mistress. Mistress would know.

"suzi is horny!" suzi said. "suzi wants to cum!"

"What does suzi want more than anything else?" asked MzDominica.

"suzi wants to cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" cried suzi.

"suzi still has much to learn." replied MzDominica. "Put on your clothing and makeup."

suzi saw the clothing. It was so sexy, suzi was turned on just by looking at it. The shoes had 5" heels, the gold vinyl skirt was nice and tight, the busti... busti... around the chest thingy showed off suzi's titties so nicely. suzi put on the makeup and the blonde wig. Ooooooh, suzi felt sexy. But there was something missing. suzi had no idea what to do. Mistress would know. That's what was missing. suzi had to obey Mistress! suzi giggled. suzi was so empty headed. it was starting to hurt. "suzi must obey Dominica!" suzi said. That felt better.

"Come out, and let Me see you," commanded MzDominica. A wave of relief went through suzi. suzi had a command to obey, so suzi would obey the command. All was right. Smiling broadly, suzi went out, and posed suzi before MzDominica.

"suzi looks sexy!" said suzi with a big smile on her face.

"You want others to see how sexy you are," said MzDominica. It was worded as an observation, but suzi took it as suzi's Purpose in Life.

"suzi is sexy! suzi wants EVERYBODY to see how sexy suzi is!" squeaked suzi.

"Let me put this in your ear." said MzDominica, putting a small piece of plastic into suzi's ear. "When you hear something, tell me what you hear."

suzi listened carefully. Then, a voice in suzi's head said, "wave your right hand."

suzi said, "someone said to raise suzi's right hand!" Then suzi looked at suzi's hands. Which hand was suzi's right hand? suzi started giggling again.

MzDominica looked displeased. This made suzi very upset. But then the Mistress smiled. "Just a bit of adjustment." She said. "You will remember your right and left sides." suzi stopped giggling. suzi's right hand was in the air. What was it doing up there? suzi giggled. Then suzi saw the camera. suzi waved excitedly. suzi loved cameras. suzi loved having people look at how sexy suzi was.

"Wiggle your boobies" came the Voice. suzi faced the camera, and wiggled suzi's boobies for the camera. Boy, did they jiggle! suzi had a big smile. MzDominica walked off. suzi stayed in front of the camera, listening to what the Voice had to say, and doing everything the Voice asked. suzi's clitty started hurting. suzi had to cum sooooooo bad. But the Voice did not tell suzi to touch suzi's clitty, so suzi could not touch it.

suzi didn't know how much time had gone by, but finally, the lights went out, and the voice said, "Wake up."

That was intense. I still desperately needed to cum, but there was pain. I realized that my member had been put in some sort of harness, to make it not visible through my miniskirt. There was a strange sensation on my chest; I saw that I was wearing some sort of breast form glued to my chest, with makeup that would make it look pretty natural except on closest examination. I looked in the mirror, and saw that I was made up like a whore. What had MzDominica done to me? I had just been performing in front of a camera, maybe for the entire world to see. What was even worse was, I liked the idea. I wanted people to see me. I wanted them to see me as a bimbo slave. I wanted to be suzi again! The Voice in my earphone said, "Enter the dining area." I was still reflecting on what had happened to me when I found myself in the dining area. It was as if my body had gone there on its own accord.

MzDominica was sitting in her chair. She was smoking her cigarette, in its long, sexy holder. I felt the fumes going through my body, filling me with pleasure and obedience. "Did you enjoy yourself, slave?" She asked.

I wanted to say, "No." But i could not lie to the Mistress. "Yes, Mistress." i replied. "i love being controlled. i love being a slave. i love being an empty-headed bimbo. i want everybody to see me."

"And what do you want most of all?" asked MzDominica.

And the pain came back to me. "i want to cum! i beg to be allowed to cum!" i cried.

"Interesting." said MzDominica. "Still not ready. Well, here's a taste, in any case. Cum!" And a familiar wave of pleasure started to take over me. "Stop!"

"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhh!" i cried. "Please don't do this to me, Mistress. i beg to be allowed to cum!"

"Well, here's how it is, slave." said MzDominica. "As you recall, I promised to use you as a plaything all weekend, and take you to depths of obedience that you had not to be able to reach previously. But I am a Domme. Do you really think that, once you had achieved this level of obedience, it would end at the end of the weekend? Also remember, I always keep my promises, and I did this time. I had your body before, and a good chunk of your mind. But now I have your soul."

"Yes, Mistress." i replied. i knew that it was true.

"You had sold me out to another Domme. You cost me money, several ways. One is that a rival Domme was able to get for free what my loyal slaves have had to pay for. So you injured my other slaves, as well. And that Domme is now using My techniques to steal away My slaves. That has hurt me, too. I do not like to be hurt. Do you think this weekend paid Me back? Not even close. But I will give you an opportunity to pay me back."

"Thank you, Mistress," i said. i knew that there was no way i would betray MzDominica again. How could i have been attracted to that other Domme? There was only Dominica. i must obey Dominica.

"Ever since I discovered your betrayal, I have been planting triggers and suggestions. I knew that you would eventually come to Me, and I wanted you to be well prepared. I finished the job this weekend. You may wonder why, although you are awake, you obey commands so easily. Well, you are not exactly awake. I have deconstructed your own personality. I have replaced it with another personality. Then I have placed a copy of your old personality on top of her."

"Like Satina?" i asked.

MzDominica blew a cloud of Her Smoke in my face. It made me feel even more like a slave. And i loved it. "Much stronger than that. You will have the Voice living inside of you. Anything the Voice commands, you will do. What you think of as your regular personality is a sham. The Voice, who is my slave, as well, will be sitting inside of you, giving you commands. And you love it, right, slave?"

"i love being a total slave to MzDominica." i said. And i meant it.

"The false you will assume your old life. You won't even know the Voice is there, most of the time. But you will send Me your schedule, every week. You will purchase a webcam of My specifications for your computer. You will also get a wardrobe that I specify. And you will, at times I specify, become either Jessica or Suzi. You will hear commands through your earpiece. And you will obey every one of them. You are now one of my camera whores."

When i heard the term "camera whore", my need to cum became even greater. i wanted to be a camera whore. It was the most exciting thing possible, to be a camera whore. Because that is what Dominica wanted. And whatever Dominica wanted, that is what i wanted. i felt complete. But i still needed to cum.

"Please, Mistress. Please let me cum?" I begged, once again.

"You realize, of course, that I control that from now on." said MzDominica. "You will be unable to cum, unless I command you to do so. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes, Mistress!" i cried. "You control me. You own me. You have made me your plaything, just as You promised."

"And what do you want to do, more than anything else?" asked MzDominica. She looked at me expectantly.

i was about to say that i wanted to cum. But that was not true. There was something i wanted even more. "i want to obey Dominica!" i said. MzDominica smiled. "Then I order you to cum, slave."

And i did. Again. And again. And again.

The Election Blues

nospam@example.com (cloudstalker) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 18:16:24 -0500

MzDominica was not at all happy. Even though she was surrounded by slaves, she was not at all pleased. Three giggling Jessicas were trying to cheer her up, but she just scowled at them, as she sat in her chair reading one out of a pile of newspapers. Her feet were propped on a rubber slave's back; two boot slaves were busily worshipping her boots, but that did not make her feel any better, either.

"Page," she said, putting her hand out, and a rubber slave, kneeling naked next to her (although, from his point of view, he was encased in a rubber suit), licked her fingers. She then turned the page. More bad news. Maybe some personal service.

"Boot slaves, my boots command you to take them off. Go to your cages, and worship them."

The boot slaves gleefully and carefully removed her boots, and went to their cage, licking, kissing and smelling their Mistress's essence.

"Foot slaves!" said MzDominica. Two more slaves came in, each saying, "I must obey Dominica," and started rubbing, licking, and massaging MzDominica's feet. Well, that felt a BIT better, but not enough.

Maybe some entertainment.

"Jessica!" she said.

"I must obey Dominica," said the three, sounding like one. That was good; losing themselves in a group mind increased their level of obedience, and made them better slaves.

"Dance for me!" said Dominica. The Jessicas obeyed. Like a well-coordinated machine, one of them turned on the music, and they all started undulating to the music, exuding their feminine sexuality. They were very well trained. Normally, surrounded by obedient slaves, whose only purpose was to please Her, MzDominica would be feeling very good.

But not with the election results. Although, now that she was feeling a bit better, she realized that Kerry was no prize, either. Merely the lesser of two evils. Hmmmm.... Lesser of two evils. An idea came to Her (She was clearly feeling better already, thinking of Herself with capitalized pronouns).

She was ready to settle for the lesser of two evils. But why settle for the lesser of two evils? A smile came to Her face. She would have to work subtly. She'd find out if any of Her slaves had a connection with the White House. If not, things could be arranged. But she would have to write a new trance.

Now, what sort of trance would tempt a President?

Plenty of time for that. She put down the newspaper, and let Herself be pleased.

The Present

nospam@example.com (cloudstalker) — Tue, 07 Nov 2006 18:13:06 -0500

Carl was heading home from work, on Friday evening. He was heading for his car in the parking garage, when he saw a familiar figure. He didn't place her at once, because he had never seen her in person. It probably was only a coincidence, although he felt the stirrings of an erection, just from the reminder. She was standing next to a van, but not looking at him at all, although he had trouble taking his eyes from her. He held up his arm, as if to look at his wristwatch, so that it would not be so obvious where his attention was directed, should she look in his direction.. He would be passing her on the way to his car, in any case. But, as he passed, he heard a familiar voice that went with the body, "Rubber Programming Mode." He felt his body stiffen, and knew for a fact that this was MzDominica.

"Do you have anything to say, slave?" asked MzDominica.

"I must obey Dominica" replied Carl, mechanically.

"Very good" replied his Mistress. "I see that you are well programmed." She opened the back door to the van. "Now get into the van, slave, and get on your knees."

Worries started tweaking the sentinel in Carl's mind. What about his car? Yet, his subconcious mind was in control. He had to obey Dominica. He craved to obey Dominica. All day. Every day. Worship. Follow. Obey. All going through his mind, as he obediently entered the van, and got on his knees.

The inside of the van was dark, but he saw that it was equipped as a mini-dungeon, with various instruments of torture and bondage hanging from the walls, and some sort of frame in the center.

"You are now my prisoner." said Dominica. "You must obey Dominica, isn't that right? You crave to obey Dominica. Confess, slave!"

"I must obey Dominica. I crave to obey Dominica." replied Carl.

"By the way," said Dominica. "Happy birthday. This is your birthday present. Don't worry about your car, all the arrangements have been made. All you need to worry about this weekend is making me happy."

A wave of excitement and relief ran through Carl. "Thank you, Mistress" he said.

MzDominica's keen sense of timing told her that this was the moment. "Go deep, slave." she said, knowing that this would be the moment in which his sentinel was at its weakest. And she was right. Carl went right under. The only thoughts in his head was how to best please his Mistress. He was but a slave, in her complete control. He would do anything for his Mistress.

And MzDominica was right. He was going to have a very happy birthday.