Blind Faith

Part 1: A House built on Sand

Blind beliefs are very dangerous things. Things that societies, television, friends, and, especially, parents instill in us, we sometimes don't question, don't understand. However, if you don't understand the reasons for your beliefs, someone who does understand those beliefs may come along use them against you.

Take Natalie, for example. She was a brilliant student, a stellar businesswoman, and a hard-line feminist. Everyone in her life knew it. Her mother had led several demonstrations. She had been so proud to have a daughter to "carry on the fight". From an early age, Natalie had learned that she had to fight, that she had to keep men from "pushing her down". Natalie, of course, never questioned any of these ideas.

However, Natalie's physical growth had been somewhat different. Her mother had been fairly plain. Natalie, on the other hand, had blossomed at a very young age. By the age of ten, she had already begun to form curves that drew quite a bit of attention.

Her mother was quick to let her daughter know that, as most know, true beauty is on the inside. Natalie did her best to ignore the looks that men and boys were giving her. She rationalized it by saying that they were just sizing her up like a piece of meat, which was probably true, yet there was always a lingering doubt. Why shouldn't she enjoy her looks, her body? Why did she have this beauty if she constantly had to hide it? After all, she had developed into quite a nice lady. Nice 36D cups filled out her chest, while her slim waist and rich auburn hair highlighted her light complexion and deep blue eyes. Even in her own mind, she knew it wouldn’t take much to make her a complete knockout.

After high school and college, Natalie took a job in a local bookstore. She was a sales clerk. This gave her plenty of time to work with the feminist groups that she had taken charge of when her mother decided that it was time for new blood. She didn't make much, but she was able to share an apartment with her friend from college friend, Sarah, and still have some money to play around with on dates, shopping sprees, books, etc.

Everything was running like clockwork in Natalie's life until she happened to scan a piece of spam in her inbox one Friday afternoon. It was an anonymous invitation to a BDSM/hypnosis chat room. At first, she was appalled that anyone had the gall to send her, a respected feminist, an invite to such a worthless and lewd chat room, but the idea of hypnosis intrigued her. It wasn't the first time that she had fantasized about the slow seduction/brainwashing of the women in the old horror films, like Dracula. Of course, something like that is only fictional, right?

Still, Natalie saw this as a welcome diversion from all the planning and housework that she needed to do. Her roommate was out for most of the night, and she was single for the moment, so she logged online just to see what kind of weirdoes there might be in this room.

What she found, though, was something unexpected. There were mostly men in this chat room, but none of them seemed interested enough to immediately send her a message. She stayed and listened to the discussion in the channel for a while but didn't make any comments. After 30 minutes or so, someone new entered the chat room with the screen name, WillKiller. Natalie paused for a moment to keep herself from laughing and ended up messaging this person, just to see how they eliminated someone's will.

<MaidForYou> Hello

<WillKiller> Good evening. How are you tonight?

<MaidForYou> I'm doing good. and you?

<WillKiller> I'm wonderful. What brings you to our channel tonight?

<MaidForYou> Oh, I was just surfing, and came across it. I am curious about your nick. Exactly how do you kill someone's will?

<WillKiller> Well, to be honest, most women that come here simply want to give it up, but the nick certainly caught your interest... which is what it's there for :)

<MaidForYou> lol

<WillKiller> lol

<MaidForYou> true...

<MaidForYou> snared

<WillKiller> so are you interested in losing your will?

<MaidForYou> no, but I have fantasies about being brainwashed

<WillKiller> hmm... I did snare a good one

<WillKiller> what kind of brainwashing?

<MaidForYou> sort of Stepford wivesy really... going from feminist to ditzy bimbo

<WillKiller> oh, you’re a feminist?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> hmm... love feminists, say they want control, but in reality, they'd love to give it up... and most times already have

<MaidForYou> what do you mean?

<WillKiller> well, what would you say is the one point of being a feminist for you?

<MaidForYou> equality of the sexes

<WillKiller> basically, you don't want a man telling you what to do, right?

<MaidForYou> right

<WillKiller> but someone probably already did... let me guess your mother, aunt, or grandmother is a feminist?

<MaidForYou> mother

<WillKiller> :) so you were instilled with what you believe by your mother

<WillKiller> she made you the feminist you are

<MaidForYou> well, I guess

<WillKiller> so you believe you can be in control, when you're told what to believe?

<MaidForYou> she didn’t tell me what to think

<MaidForYou> I just grew up to agree with it

<WillKiller> sure. she didn't tell you, but you must have some doubt, or you wouldn't be here right?

<MaidForYou> well, I guess

<WillKiller> so you "grew up to agree with it" but you aren't really sure if you do?

<WillKiller> now that doesn't make much sense does it?

<MaidForYou> I guess not…

<WillKiller> so what really happened is, your mom filled your mind with feminist talk and wouldn't let you think anything else

<WillKiller> so you had no choice but to agree

<WillKiller> which is why you are seeking out someone else to control you now

<WillKiller> no mom to pump thoughts in your head

<WillKiller> you need someone else to tell you what to think

<WillKiller> hmmm?

<MaidForYou> I don’t know about that...

<WillKiller> well, let's look at the small things in life

<WillKiller> do you buy name brands? (clothes, food, etc.)

<MaidForYou> not all the time

<WillKiller> sure, sweetie, but "when" you buy them because you do, why do you?

<MaidForYou> because they're the best quality

<WillKiller> and you know that... because you've seen an ad or someone has told you they are the best

<WillKiller> do you actually have any original thoughts?

<WillKiller> well, let's move on... work...

<WillKiller> do you have a job?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> do you take control at work or are you a follower?

<MaidForYou> I work in a bookshop, sales clerk

<WillKiller> so you take orders from customers, from your boss...

<WillKiller> hmm... not much but following there

<WillKiller> well, let's see it seems to me that you've already submitted to what society and what your family says

<WillKiller> so what do you need someone to hypnotize you to make you submit?

<MaidForYou> it’s just a fantasy

<WillKiller> sure it is, but a fantasy is a deep desire from your mind

<WillKiller> something you want or something that you really are

<MaidForYou> listen, you’re wrong

<MaidForYou> there are more important things to do than argue with you

<MaidForYou> bye

<WillKiller> bye for now, you’ll be back

<WillKiller> for now, just remember, your life is a house built on sand. You think the right way and say all the right things, but you don’t believe any of it

<WillKiller> you have no foundation, so your beliefs won’t protect you

<WillKiller> so get a good night’s rest tonight, tomorrow you’ve got a lot to learn

<MaidForYou> yeah, right

MaidForYou signed off

Natalie logged off as quickly as she could. Her anger was only matched by her nervousness. Whoever he was, he was wrong, but why did what he say bother her so much? She had messaged him. She had started the conversation, so how had he ended up controlling it. It wasn’t her usual pattern, but he didn’t seem like the people she usually chatted with. There was one effect that was obvious to her. He had made her really horny. Just the thought that maybe he was right was all she needed to get wet.

It was kind of strange. Natalie had put on her nightie (camisole and matching panties) figuring that whatever guy she ended up chatting with would want to know. Men were usually so predictable. They want women in lingerie who were willing to cum. He hadn’t even asked. Now her hand slid under her nightie, inside her panties, and a finger slipped into her pussy. She didn’t usually play with herself at the computer, but she needed a release. This whole situation was getting her extremely horny. A quick orgasm later, she shut down the computer. She shouldn’t have been so horny from just talking with a guy about her belief in sexual equality, should she?

The questions WillKiller had raised haunted her all through the night. She tried to watch some TV, but she found that the commercials really bothered her. Were they just information, just telling the truth? Were they telling her what to buy, what to believe? Eventually, Natalie shut off the TV and decided to turn in early.

As soon as her head touched her pillow she felt an overwhelming weight and tiredness through her whole body. She tried to stay awake and think about everything that was happening, but she couldn’t resist the urge to just let go and sleep. She had a very peaceful, restful sleep. As far as she knew nothing existed after that, no dreams, no midnight kitchen raids. She slept all night and awoke to a new beautiful day. The strange chat she was part of last night was a fading memory.

Natalie got up and got dressed. She still didn’t turn on the TV, but she felt like she was in control again, or at least, she thought she was. She hadn’t heard her friend that shared the apartment come in last night, but she did notice now that apparently she had raided the fridge this morning. She’d have to go shopping, and of course, Sarah was no where to be found. Natalie was looking for an excuse to get out the apartment, so she was glad to do the shopping, this time.

It wasn’t quite so easy when she got to grocery store, though. She found the conversation she had the night before back at the forefront of her mind. She couldn’t decide whether to buy the name brand products that she had been buying or whether to buy the generic brands. She usually did pick up some generic products anyways, so she figured giving a few more of them a try wouldn’t hurt. She piled some more generic brands in her cart instead of her usual purchases.

Still, she did have this nagging feeling that WillKiller had somehow told her to buy them, or was he just making a comment about her giving into the TV. He was a hard one to figure out. She’d have to confront him again and stay in control if she wanted to get control of her life back. That night Sarah was still in, but Natalie had to get online. She closed the door to her room, logged back into the chat room, and prayed Sarah wouldn’t disturb her. Natalie didn’t see him at first but she decided to wait. It seemed that this time, there were plenty of other would-be hypnotists that were more than willing to chat with her. After 15 minutes of turning down over thirty hypnotists, male and female, she was glad to see WillKiller finally arrive.

<MaidForYou> What did you do to me?

<WillKiller> Hello again, I told you that you would be back

<MaidForYou> What did you do to me?

<WillKiller> We only chatted last night for less than 15 minutes. How could I possibly do anything to you?

<MaidForYou> I don’t know. Those things you said last night. I’ve been second guessing my decisions all day. It has to be you.

<WillKiller> Well, that’s not me. It is you. What I said simply confirmed all the doubts that you already had

<MaidForYou> No, that’s not like me.

<WillKiller> it’s not? Just think about your personal life...

<WillKiller> do people just offhand tell you to get the phone, pick something up, close the door?

<WillKiller> or just random small orders

<WillKiller> that you just obey?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> sure they don't, do you even really know?

<MaidForYou> what do you mean?

<WillKiller> I bet you may not have noticed

<WillKiller> do you usually pay attention to that sort of thing?

<MaidForYou> I don’t know

<MaidForYou> never really thought about it

<WillKiller> but you'll do it now, you'll notice, and you'll be surprised

<WillKiller> you won't do them, but you'll be surprised at how many times people tell you to do things

<WillKiller> and if you don't do them, you'll get so obnoxious that people won't like you

<WillKiller> just a little fun fact

<MaidForYou> what do you mean?

<WillKiller> don't worry about it sweetheart, I'll tell you later

<WillKiller> so you take orders at work, your mom tells you what to think, and you're one of the few who actually believes what you see on television

<WillKiller> but you're a feminist who is in control of your life

<MaidForYou> well, I don’t believe everything I see on TV

<WillKiller> let's see it seems to me that you've already submitted to what society and what your family says

<WillKiller> so what do you need someone to hypnotize you to make you submit?

<MaidForYou> Like I said, it’s just a fantasy

<WillKiller> And as I said, a fantasy is a deep desire from your mind

<WillKiller> something you want or something that you really are

<WillKiller> feminism is simply women who don't want you to submit to men, but to them instead...

<WillKiller> ;)

<WillKiller> see what I mean?

<MaidForYou> I guess...

<MaidForYou> wait, what did you mean about being obnoxious?

<WillKiller> hmm... why did that statement strike a nerve?

<MaidForYou> it’s just I don’t want to be seen as obnoxious that’s all

<WillKiller> don't want to, because you already have been?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> sure, well, for the sake of argument, as I said, now that you are thinking about this

<WillKiller> you'll notice when your mom, people at work, anyone really... tells (not asks) you what to do.

<WillKiller> well, since you don't want to be seen as weak, since you want to be in control, be a feminist

<WillKiller> you won't let them tell you what to do, you'll stay in control

<WillKiller> but it will annoy you that these people are trying to control you

<WillKiller> you won't like it, you'll get annoyed and the more it happens

<WillKiller> the more annoyed and hateful you'll be

<WillKiller> until people see you as an obnoxious, ice cold, bitch

<WillKiller> which means no friends, fights with the family

<WillKiller> and definitely no man

<WillKiller> understand?

<MaidForYou> yes, at least, I see your point of view

<WillKiller> so what do you think?

<MaidForYou> I don’t want that to happen

<WillKiller> well, then you have a choice...

<WillKiller> you've already seen you submit, you can't help it

<WillKiller> you'll submit to someone, one way or the other

<WillKiller> or you'll push everyone away and be alone

<WillKiller> so I would suggest you submit

<MaidForYou> what do you mean? Submit to what?

<WillKiller> that is the question... to what? to society, to your family, or to someone who can guide you and help you discover your true submissiveness

<WillKiller> not just use you...

<WillKiller> hmmm.... something to think about definitely...

<WillKiller> go ahead and leave the channels you're in if you don't mind

Absentmindedly, Natalie notices that she is still in the channel. She closed the channel thinking that, if nothing else, it will stop all the annoying chat requests so that she can focus on making this guy understand her point of view, which he so far hadn’t even asked for. Then Natalie refocused her attention on this

<WillKiller> But tell me a little about yourself

<WillKiller> we've been chatting all this time and I seem to have dominated the conversation

<WillKiller> what's your name, where are you from, interests?

<MaidForYou> my name's Natalie, I’m 26, from Atlanta, and I like reading and the cinema

<WillKiller> well, ok, and what's your bra size?

<MaidForYou> that's a bit personal...

<WillKiller> ok, just a question

<WillKiller> but why is your bra size too personal to tell, just curious?

<WillKiller> most women online don't mind

<MaidForYou> well I’m slightly busty, and also it felt like by asking about that so quickly after asking me about my life you were implying that it was just as important as my name or my interests

<WillKiller> hmm... well, to some men it is, does that bother you?

<MaidForYou> a bit yes

<WillKiller> are you ashamed of your tits?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> but they are a source of separation, that makes you stand out from men, and makes women jealous

<MaidForYou> yes

<MaidForYou> it’s just I want to be liked for who I am, not what cup size I have

<WillKiller> but you want control, power, yes?

<MaidForYou> what do you mean?

<WillKiller> tits are a source of power; they can draw men to you...

<WillKiller> but only through submission

<WillKiller> have you never seen that?

<MaidForYou> I don’t get how their a source of power through submission

<WillKiller> most women only get men to stay by pleasing them, but your body, your tits, are a source of pleasure for men, by using them to draw men to you, you work less at pleasing them because your body already does

<WillKiller> it puts you a leg or tit up on most women

<WillKiller> again just a thought for you

<WillKiller> but let me guess, your mother probably had some sort of problem with your tits, didn't want you showing them off?

<MaidForYou> well, yes

<MaidForYou> actually

<WillKiller> hmm... you've got some issues with your mom...

<MaidForYou> not really

<WillKiller> but first, your tits... what are you wearing now?

<MaidForYou> a black satin blouse

<WillKiller> that's it?

<MaidForYou> and a white bra

<WillKiller> pants?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> slacks, skirt?

<MaidForYou> long skirt

<WillKiller> panties?

<MaidForYou> yes, of course

<WillKiller> ok, is there a mirror near you?

<MaidForYou> yes, why?

<WillKiller> can you see yourself and still type to me?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> good, take off your shirt for a sec, I want to show you something

<MaidForYou> what?

<WillKiller> just do it, trust me

<MaidForYou> okay...

<WillKiller> is it off?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> good, now look at yourself, sitting there in your bra

<WillKiller> how do you think you look?

<MaidForYou> ordinary, maybe a little silly

<WillKiller> well, what size are you're tits?

<MaidForYou> 36D

<WillKiller> how tall are you?

<MaidForYou> 5'2

<WillKiller> I’d hardly call that ordinary

<WillKiller> ok, so do you want to know what men see when they look at you?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> they see a pair of tits, and no matter what you do, that is what they will see, but just keep trusting me for another minute, ok?

<MaidForYou> ok...

<WillKiller> take off your bra now, just for a minute or two

<WillKiller> off?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> good, now look at the screen and start touching your tits

<WillKiller> feel the nipples

<WillKiller> rub them gently

<WillKiller> feel the sensations that brings

<WillKiller> let those sensations flow through your body

<WillKiller> now cup your tits

<WillKiller> hold them

<WillKiller> feel them

<WillKiller> the sexuality in them

<WillKiller> they make you sexy just by their size, their firmness

<WillKiller> by touching them you feel good

<WillKiller> I'll bet it feels good when others touch them as well

<WillKiller> now continue to fondle

<WillKiller> and rub your tits

<WillKiller> do you enjoy that?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> now, look at yourself in the mirror

<WillKiller> and keep rubbing

<WillKiller> now how do you see yourself?

<MaidForYou> looks a bit slutty like that

<WillKiller> but sexy, doesn't it, or would you deny it?

<MaidForYou> yes, I guess it does

<WillKiller> but how did you become sexy like that, by following my suggestions, right?

<MaidForYou> right

<WillKiller> so now do you see the sexuality, the power of your tits, through submission

<WillKiller> because if you did this on your own you would feel slutty, wouldn't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> but you said you felt sexy, because you were trusting me and following my orders, weren't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> now do you understand?

<MaidForYou> I think so

<WillKiller> what do you normally chat about when you come online?

<MaidForYou> fantasies but never this intensely

<WillKiller> and what do you think about our chat so far?

<MaidForYou> there's a lot to take in

<WillKiller> but a lot of truth in it, isn't there?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> and you notice how you so easily accepted my suggestion to leave the channels?

<MaidForYou> oh...

<WillKiller> I thought you didn't take random orders?

<MaidForYou> I didn’t really think it through...

<WillKiller> well, just something to think about

<WillKiller> so want to give me a few more details about become a ditzy bimbo

<MaidForYou> If I was a bimbo I wouldn't have to worry about my boobs being too big or concealing them or wearing dark clothes

<MaidForYou> I would be happy that they were getting attention from men and would even draw attention to them with lower tops

<MaidForYou> Also if I was a bimbo I wouldn't have to keep up with the news or read the latest book every time one came out to stay up with my friends

<MaidForYou> I could let go a little and relax and maybe go out clubbing instead and maybe find friends who didn't expect so much from me, because I have a good degree

<MaidForYou> I think being a bimbo must be more relaxing in general

<WillKiller> Wow... Great fantasy!

<MaidForYou> thanks

<WillKiller> just a quick question, have you moved to put on your bra or shirt yet?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> why not?

<MaidForYou> it didn’t occur to me

<WillKiller> and now?

<MaidForYou> still haven’t

<WillKiller> hmm... so you're just leaving them off for now

MaidForYou nods

Natalie was shaking from her own arousal, own fear. She had no desire to put her top back on. She was perfectly content talking to this stranger topless and letting him order her around. WHY?!?! She did the only thing she still had the strength to think of, retreat.

<MaidForYou> But it is getting late. I think I had better go.

<WillKiller> Ok, would you like to chat again tomorrow night?

<MaidForYou> I don’t think so. I think I need some time to sort this entire thing out.

<WillKiller> that’s fine. I’ll wait as long as you want. You’ll be back.

<MaidForYou> Not this time. Bye

MaidForYou signed off

And again Natalie logged off, topless and horny. She immediately pulled down her skirt. She didn’t know or care why she was having these feelings. She was lost in the moment, the passion, the lust that she was feeling. She didn’t even bother pulling off her panties. She pushed them aside, and her fingers flew inside herself and went to work. Her fingers moved like a pianist playing a great concerto. The pleasure she felt was only matched by the release that she attained when she orgasmed.

What was happening to her? How was he doing this? She couldn’t be really buying into all this, could she? But here she was, sitting in a pair of panties with a completely soaked crotch. She looked over at the clock. She had intended a quick gripe out of the guy, but instead, they had had another in-depth conversation about her feminism that apparently from her current state of undress, she had lost AGAIN!

She flopped down onto her back on the bed. She was exhausted both mentally and physically. It was late. The last conscious thought she had was, “I should put on my nightie,” but she couldn’t make herself move. She drifted into a deep sleep in her damp panties, on top of her covers, while dreaming dreams of sweet submission. She dreamed of fighting a losing battle against a mysterious force that she couldn’t stop or resist. Yet the more she fought the more she realized that she didn’t want to resist at all.

The next sound Natalie heard was her roommate knock and begin to open her door.

“Natty, you ok? It’s getting late. Aren’t you going to see your folks today?”

Natalie could only try to grab at the sheets to cover her nearly naked form and think,

“HOW am I going to explain THIS?!”

as the door opened and Sarah stuck her head in.

TO BE CONTINUED…