The Stuff of Legends, Chapter 8
by Pleasant Dreamer
Chapter 8: Training Day
It had been three days since I found Mel standing mindlessly in Dad’s study. I’d given up trying to figure out how she managed to hypnotize herself. All I knew was that it was fucking killing me that I had the power to influence her mind and turn her into my personal servant, but so far hadn’t been able to get her alone long enough to enjoy it. One of Dad’s conditions for hiring Kim was that she rearranged her class schedule so she was home as much as possible.
Kim had been keeping an extra close eye on Mel ever since she “passed out.” On one hand I was touched by how genuinely concerned she was for my little sister’s wellbeing and how close the two had become, but mostly I was just getting pissed off that I couldn’t get her alone to test out her trigger phrase and experiment with my little slave some more. In my mind I’d begun thinking of Mel as two separate people, Slave Mel and Sister Mel. Slave Mel was fine, but I wanted to see how big of an influence I could have on Sister Mel when she wasn’t in a trance. The idea of altering her core personality to suit my needs was such a huge turn on that it was practically all I could think about. Thanks to the wonders of the internet I had done quite a bit of research on hypnosis and brainwashing and had some ideas how to make my fantasies a reality.
My earlier experiment with altering Mel’s memories had worked perfectly. I stood in the living room and tried not to smile as she told Kim and a couple of her friends about how dizzy she got after going for a run. I’d given her a loose interpretation of what I wanted her to recall and she recited it back perfectly, but what really surprised me was the answers she came up with when questioned about the incident. Her own mind filled in the blanks and created new details whenever needed. It was if Sister Mel was already serving me in her own way.
For what must have been the 20th time in the past hour I glanced at the clock and then immediately out my window down towards the driveway. Earlier in the day Kim had told us she was going out with some friends to see a movie after dinner and wouldn’t be back until late. I was so fucking excited that I’d hidden myself away in my room just to make sure I didn’t give away just how excited I really was.
I literally sat on the edge of my seat as I stared out the window waiting for Kim to leave. As soon she turned the key I was out my door and heading down the hall. I found Mel sitting on the couch downstairs watching one of those dumb ass Harry Potter movies that she’d seen at least a dozen times before. Her math book and a bunch of papers were tossed on the coffee table in front of her. She glanced up when she saw me enter the room.
“Hey Mel, whatcha up to?”
“Just texting Naomi, she and I are banging our heads against the wall trying to figure out this math homework. Fractions are so hard. Can you help us Brandon, please?”
“Mel, tell Naomi you have to go.”
“What are you talking about and where are we going?”
Fuck, I was so anxious to finally have a little alone time with my slave that I’d gotten ahead of myself.
“Oh, sorry. What I meant to say was it’s your nap time Mel.”
With that her eyes blinked a few times and her arms fell loosely to her sides as she sat up straight. I was going to ask if she was ok, but there was no need to keep up the pretense, the trigger phrase had obviously worked. Sister Mel was taking a nap and Slave Mel was wide awake.
“Now, as I was saying…tell Naomi you have to go and that you’ll talk with her later.”
“Yes Master, as you command.”
“Great, then I want you to march your cute little butt upstairs and change into something cute….no make that something sexy and wait like a good slave. I’ll be along in a couple minutes.”
She silently finished her text and tossed her phone on the couch as she turned and literally marched across the room and up the stairs. I laughed as I watched her bottom jiggle and bounce with each overly exaggerated step. Tonight was going to be amazing. I’d had all afternoon to think about what I planned to do with my new slave. In fact I’d thought of nothing else since the moment I woke her from the trance three days ago.
I sauntered across the living room as I locked the doors and turned off the lights. I continued like that as I made my way into the kitchen. There was no need to hurry this time and knowing that I could take my time gave me a surprised feeling of control that I lavished. I grabbed a soda from the fridge after locking the kitchen door and decided my slave had had enough time to prepare herself. It was time to begin the night’s festivities.
Opening the door to Mel’s room I found her on her knees with her hands resting on her lap, eyes pointed at the floor. I wasn’t sure what the hell she was wearing, but it damn sure wasn’t much.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m waiting like a good slave, as you commanded me to Pharaoh.”
“Oh, right. That was my order, wasn’t it? That empty brain of yours takes everything so literal. Well stand up, I want to take a good long look at you.”
“As you command my Lord.”
It was then that I realized she had given up her robotic way of speaking and was now talking in a more normal voice. That was interesting, I suspecting that her slave personality was slowly evolving and taking shape as more time went on.
As she stood I undid my belt and let my pants fall to the floor. I figured I might as well be comfortable and I was definitely overdressed for this party. It took a second, but I began to recognize the outfit she was wearing. It was a pink bikini she had bought last year to wear at her friend’s pool party. It was nothing outrageous at the time. I recognized it as an obvious attempt for Mel to try and feel more grown up, but it caused quite a stir. Our nanny at the time was an old bitch, who didn’t think it was appropriate, but Mel argued that was what all the kids her age were wearing and after looking through the swimsuits at the store the old fart either agreed with her or just stopped giving a damn and gave in.
The old cow would probably drop dead of a heart attack if she could see her now. I guess I never really noticed how much Mel had developed this past year. The material hugged her tightly and she looked like she was pouring out of the suit. What I thought was odd was that she was wearing a pair of black shoes that a previous nanny had bought for her to wear to an awards ceremony that Dad’s old college had thrown him earlier that year. I remembered her bitching about how much they pinched her toes. She wanted to wear her sneakers and I’m sure Dad would have been fine with that, but our nanny at the time insisted she wear them. They were shiny with little bows on them and had a bit of a heel. They definitely didn’t match the outfit and seemed like a weird choice to me.
I leaned forward and gently stroked her thigh as a softly laughed.
“What’s with the shoes slave?”
“I wanted to put on something sexy Master. The girls in your magazines all wear bikinis and heels. I don’t own any reel high heels this is all I had. I wanted to be sexy like them. I know they please you.”
I felt a sudden surge of embarrassment as I realized what magazines she was talking about. I had no idea she even knew about those. I wondered if she has any idea what I did with them. As weird as it sounds suddenly I felt like I was on the defensive.
“Mel, forget everything about those magazines. Do you understand?”
“Both of us Pharaoh?”
It took me a second to understand her meaning. “Yes. You and Sister Mel.”
“Yes Master.”
God the power I felt from the two little words was amazing. With just a quick sentence I had actually erased memories from her mind that she could never get back. I moved my hand quickly from her thigh to her ass and pulled her in close. I kissed her hard on the mouth. The smell of her strawberry scented shampoo filled my nostrils as I squeezed her bottom. I broke the kiss by grabbing her pony tail and pulling her head back. After sliding my boxers off I commanded her to drop back to her knees. She dropped like a puppet whose strings were cut.
As she looked up at me waiting for her next command I was almost annoyed that things were moving so fast. I had wanted to savor this more, but the anticipation of having her under my control had built to such a degree that I could no longer hold back. I needed relief.
I wasn’t entirely shocked when she failed to obey my next command. Upon being ordered to give me a blow job she simply stared at me vacantly. I suspected that nowhere in her mind did she understand what that meant. I walked her through the process. I had never been so hard in my life. I issued orders to her the whole time, faster, slower, and harder. She did her best to obey each one.
I’d love to tell you how amazing I was, but the fact is that I blew my load pretty quick. The feeling of her tongue slowly making its way up my shaft was more than I could take. Afterwards I ordered her to lick me clean. I think I only did that to see her reaction. There wasn’t a second of hesitation as she obeyed. Any doubts or fears I had about her resisting my commands were a thing of the past. I was confident there was no command my slave wouldn’t obey. Looking down at her I could see small drops of cum on her lips.
“That’s disgusting. Go get a drink and brush your teeth slave. Oh and grab me a soda on your way back and be quick about it.”
She practically leapt up off the floor and ran out the door while assuring me that my wish was her command. I relaxed my naked body down on her bed, not bothering to redress. Her pink silk blanket felt great against my back. I considered where she got all that “your wish is my command” stuff. My best bet was that she was acting like she believed a hypnotized slave would act, again her own mind was doing much of the work for me. Maybe I was imagining it, but I swear she was even starting to seem happy to obey.
I wasn’t alone with my thoughts for long. She quickly burst back into the room and handed me my soda. I sat the soda on her nightstand and pulled her on top of me. I rolled over pinning her to the bed. Running my fingers through her pretty brown hair I again let the smell of her shampoo waft over me. As I gently squeezed her breast I looked into her dull glass like eyes. Her empty expression was such a turn on. I again kissed her hard on the mouth and slowly let me tongue make its way up the side of her face to her ear where I began to whisper.
“I’d love to play with my little dolly all night, but I can’t. It’s getting late and as a responsible big brother I need to make sure you do your homework and I have a special homework assignment for you tonight kiddo.”
I assumed a sitting position on her small mountain of pillows and stuffed animals and sat her on my lap as I ordered her to listen carefully.
“I want you to go into my room and fetch something for me slave. There is a green notebook in the bottom drawer of my desk. It’s my present to you. You see I spent all afternoon thinking about you and deciding just how I wanted to program you. To make sure you understand all the changes I want to make in your personality and that everything goes smoothly I wrote it all down in that notebook for you. Go get it.” I stopped playing with her breasts long enough for her to get up and head for my room.
The notebook was filled with about three pages of thoughts I wanted to put into Sister Mel’s head about how she should think and act from now on. I had rewritten it several times after being concerned that the changes were too complicated for her to understand. I had dumbed it down to a point where I was certain even my empty headed little sister could fully comprehend them. I had to admit that compared to what had just happened in her room the instruction were pretty tame. I had intended to take things slowly, but that went out the window about the time I saw her in that bikini. There were also a few more trigger phrases I could use to manipulate her when she wasn’t hypnotized. I figured those would come in handy when other people were around. I really loved the idea of being able to manipulate her thoughts like that without anyone realizing what I’d done.
Eventually I figured I’d tweak Slave Mel’s personality a bit, but right now my main goal was to start taking the steps towards building a better little sister. When she returned I immediately ordered her to sit and read the pages over and over again and to memorize the changes that would take place in Sister Mel’s personality as soon as she woke up tomorrow. My hope was that by reading and rereading them it would help cement them in her brain. Besides even when her brain was working at its peak Mel usually needed me to repeat instructions to her at least once. Once she had memorized the words on the pages I had one more step that I wanted her to do to hopefully help in the brainwashing.
For the next hour I watched her read and reread the same three pages over and over again as I went through her things, something I’d never done before. I checked out her wardrobe, which was something I didn’t care for and hopefully would be changing very soon. I knew it consisted mostly of clothing that would look more appropriate on a boy, but I was hoping to discover some cute undies or something fun. The best I could find were some leotards she had worn at gymnastics and some modest swimsuits I had already seen numerous times.
What really helped me kill time though was when I discovered her diary. It was pretty much what I had expected, talk of her games, school, friends, boring crap like that, though I was surprised to learn that she had a crush on her soccer coach’s son who helped coach. I’d seen the guy at the games and was pretty sure he was either a senior or junior. Apparently Mel thought he was “yummy.” Maybe she did have naughty thoughts after all. The last few pages had been all about the Cat’s Eye Statue and how certain she was that the “legend” behind it must be somewhat rooted in reality.
After finishing her diary I had nothing else to distract me and decided that she must have committed the words to memory by now and that it was time to move to the final step of my plan.
“Mel, stand up and go over to the mirror.” Suddenly, almost as if she had been physically yanked up out of her seat she stood up and moved in front of her full sized mirror. I walked up behind her and slid my hand down the back of her bikini bottom. “Now Mel, do you remember the words you just read?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good, those words are very important for Sister Mel. You see she is incomplete, like a puzzle with missing pieces. Those words are instructions on how to make her complete, how to make herself happy. She wants to be happy doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Pharaoh.”
“Of course she does and this is how she’s going to do it. When I snap my fingers I want you to stare at your reflection, stare into its eyes and begin repeating those words over and over again. Say them to Sister Mel. Each and every time you say them they will become truer for her. The words will guide her and show her how to be happy so she shouldn’t resist. Just repeat them over and over again to her and let them teach her how to be happy. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mas…”
I cut her off my snapping my fingers loudly in front of her face. As soon as I did she began reciting.
“My name is Melody Jefferson.”
“My brother loves me. He takes care of me. He has always taken care of me and always will. He knows what is best for me. He wrote this to help me be happy. I will listen and obey the words. He is good to me.”
“My brother’s approval is very important to me. I crave it and never want to displease or disappoint him. I will always listen to him and obey him. My brother loves me and takes care of me. He always has and he always will. He wrote this to make me happy. I will listen and obey the words. He is good to me.”
“I need to start dressing like a girl and not a boy. I should accept that fact that I am an attractive girl and dress like it. Jeans and T shirts are ok sometimes, but I need skirts and other clothes that make me feel like a pretty girl. I want Brandon to like what I’m wearing. I want him to think that I’m pretty. My brother’s approval is very important to me. I crave it and never want to displease or disappoint him. He is good to me.”
“I am free to make my own decisions, but whenever my brother tells me he thinks I really should do something I will realize that he is right and my decision is wrong. I will never argue with him. When he asks me to please do something I will automatically do it no questions asked. My brother loves me and takes care of me. He always has and he always will. He wrote this to make me happy. I will listen and obey the words. He is good to me.”
“I can tell my brother anything. There are no secrets between us. For him to take good care of me I must be honest with him at all times. He knows what’s best for me. I realize that Brandon runs the house. I will do my part to help by completing my chores and any other Brandon assigns me. I will do this without complaining. It’s good of him to take care of me. My brother is the most amazing man I know. My brother’s approval is very important to me. I crave it and never want to displease or disappoint him. He is good to me.”
“When Brandon says the words “serious studying” to me I will return to this hypnotized state so that he can continue teaching me what I need to know to be truly happy. My mind will be a sponge and will absorb his teachings without question. My brother loves me and takes care of me. He always has and he always will. He wrote this to make me happy. I will listen and obey the words. He is good to me.”
“When Brandon says “bed time” I will get ready for bed like normal and fall into a deep sleep. It will be the best sleep I’ve ever had. That’s because I’ll know that when I wake up I will be happier because Brandon taught me the things I need to do and realize to make me happy. I will wake up when I normally do and no longer be hypnotized, but my subconscious mind will remember everything I have learned about how to be happy. I will not remember being hypnotized. I will remember having a normal night with Brandon. I will be a good girl and go to bed when Brandon says “bed time.”
“My name is Melody Jefferson.”
“My brother loves me. He takes care of me. He has always taken care of me and always will. He knows what is best for me. He wrote this to help me be happy. I will listen and obey the words. He is good to me.”
As she began repeating the instructions again I felt myself becoming incredibly aroused. I had read about a similar mind control technique online, but this was so much better. She was actually reprogramming her own mind using my instructions. It was my hope that seeing and hearing herself say these things over and over would help her to more easily except them as becoming part of her new personality. I had no idea if any of this was actually going to work; hell I still didn’t understand why any of this had worked in the first place.
That brought me back to reality. I had completely forgotten about the statue in all the excitement of the past few days. Solving the riddle of its origin obviously wasn’t as important to me as it was before, but it still meant a lot of money to me. I had no idea when Dad would be back so I needed to at least start making some progress on it. Then again, as I looked at the young curvy body monotonously repeating back the words I had told her to say the statue didn’t seem the least bit important at all.
I allowed her to stand there and repeat the words over and over again for a little over an hour before I told her it was bed time. It was fun to watch her move around her room doing her nightly routine of picking up (she even put her bikini away after changing into pajamas) and preparing for bed. The entire time she acted normal, but was completely unaware that I was there. Once she was done she set her alarm like she always did and crawled into bed. She fell asleep instantly. As I watched her sleep I made a mental note to suggest to her that it wasn’t really necessary to wake up at 6 am on the weekends so she could keep up with her work out routine. That was an argument we’d had many times and it’d be great to finally put an end to that nonsense once and for all. Yeah, from now on I was pretty sure she’d be seeing things my way a lot more often.
I grabbed the notebook and went back to my room. There I found the rush of adrenaline I’d been feeling quickly fade and I realized just how tired I was. I drifted off to sleep thinking about the new Mel I hoped to create, that bikini, and how much better my life was going to be.
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