Blind Faith

Part 2: Firming a Foundation

Natalie grabbed at her sheets, but it was too late. Not even her sheets could hide her. She was totally exposed. The door was open, and Sarah was standing there in shock. The dreams from the night before were still fresh in her mind. Her pussy was wet. Her nipples were hard, and her legs were spread wide open, giving Sarah a perfect view of her soaked panties. Even though they had just been dreams, Natalie could have cum right then if only she could just reach her pussy. Her hand started to move, but Natalie regained her senses and saw the embarrassment and near disgust on her friend's face.

"Natalie! I'm sorry!" Sarah's eyes darted to the floor. She turned and walked back out the door, calling back, "But couldn't you have at least gotten under the covers?!"

Lying there on top of the covers, Natalie felt totally exposed. It was bad enough that this weirdo online was making her act crazy, but now, her best friend since college had discovered her secret. She was ashamed, but at the same time, she was angry. Not only had Sarah barged in her room and barely knocked. She had also acted as if Natalie couldn't keep track of the time. Did Sarah really think she was that much of a ditz?

Meanwhile, Sarah was in shock. She had never seen this side of her friend before. Natalie had always been so straight-laced. There had been times for both of them when they needed a little relief. They had even discussed before the different fantasies that they had masturbated to, but Sarah would never have thought that Natalie would have been so bold.

It was obvious Natalie had slept on top of the covers all night, and whatever dream that Sarah had awakened her from had been enough of a turn on for her that even Sarah could tell that Natalie was resisting the urge to finger herself right there in front of her. Sarah only hoped that Natalie would wake up and get her head on straight before she made herself look like anymore of a slut, and Sarah had no intention of sharing an apartment with a slut.

Natalie's mind reeled. Of course Sarah wouldn't think that Natalie was a ditz or a slut. Sarah was just looking out for her like a good friend. Why had she reacted that way? Natalie now felt like a complete heel, but still, what was that remark about getting under the covers? Well, it wasn't like she hadn't been trying. Natalie's anger was getting stronger again, but even as she was angry, she knew it was pointless and was ashamed of her anger even as it took control.

She was getting so emotional, so confused. She had to get up and talk to Sarah, try to explain some of this whole thing. Maybe Sarah could help her figure out what this guy was doing to her. She managed to stand up, but her legs were still weak, and she could still feel the wetness between her legs. She made it to the door and opened it. She was about to step out into the living room, to explain what was happening to her to Sarah. What she heard was Sarah screaming instead.

"NATALIE, this is not a nudist camp! What you do in your room is your business, but out here, you WILL PUT ON CLOTHES!!"

Natalie was seething. There she went again. Sarah was just assuming that she was some brainless idiot. It had been a MISTAKE. She had walked out into the living room without really thinking it through. It wasn't as if Sarah had never seen her naked before. They had changed into bathing suits together, even had a couple of community showers at the gym. Sarah wasn't going to take it.

"LISTEN BITCH! I'm sorry!" Natalie screamed, trying to hold back the tears, “I was coming out here to apologize. I guess I was still a little bit spaced out. I wasn't completely awake. Do you have to just stand there yelling like that! This IS HALF MY APARTMENT TOO!"

Sarah was obviously stunned and hurt. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. Sobbing, she was able to get out,

"Listen, maybe I did overreact, but look at yourself! You're standing there, and your nipples are still hard! This room smells like sex now, and you don't even seem to notice! Wouldn't YOU mind if it was me? Just go back to your room!"

Sarah turned and ran to her room, tears streaming, slamming the door behind her. Natalie wasn't angry now. She was scared half to death. What had she just done? She turned and ran to her room. Natalie threw herself onto her bed. She was crying now, too. She knew what was happening, but she couldn't believe it, could he have really been right?

<WillKiller> you'll notice, and you'll be surprised

<WillKiller> you won't obey the small random orders

<WillKiller> but you'll be surprised at how many times people tell you to do things

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

Had that really happened, just like he said it would? It had all been over something so stupid. How could she let her emotions get so out of hand? Her hands. She just noticed. Her panties were off now. She was horny? NOW? She hadn't even closed her door. What would Sarah think about this? She had two fingers in her pussy, moving in and out. Her speed was increasing.

Natalie tried to move to close the door, but her lust was too strong. She HAD to cum! Her fingers were moving as fast as they could. Her other hand was roaming from her pussy to her breasts, touching, groping and holding everything they could to increase the pleasure. She felt fear and shame. Natalie could still hear Sarah sobs coming from her room. Natalie was close to cumming, but she just couldn't push herself over the edge. She was losing the feeling, the arousal.

At first, she struggled to maintain her arousal. She really did want to cum. She touched herself in ways that always worked, but this time, her arousal just kept slowly subsiding. Slowly, she began to pull herself together. After a minute, she was able to get to her feet long enough to close the door, but she didn't move to put any clothes on. She figured that since she was going to see her family for lunch, she at least needed a bath. She climbed in the tub, wanting the warmth of the water to make her feel better. Instead as she lathered up, she also sobered up from whatever drug she had been on. She could still feel a jolt of pleasure when she washed near her pussy or breasts, but everything she had done the night before and this morning was weighing very heavy on her. She began to openly sob, and tried to finish her bath as quickly as she could, before she decided to just slip under the water and not come back up.

After her bath, Natalie toweled off and had yet another decision. What to wear? She had a lot of selection. It was still early summer. She had some conservative dresses that would be good, but she also felt a little daring. She wouldn't even admit it to herself, but she was a little more confident about her breasts. She didn't believe they only had power through submission, though, and she felt like she wanted to prove it.

She picked up a top that she had only worn once. She bought it for her last boyfriend as a one year anniversary gift. Like all men, he liked to take her out in something that made other men stare, but he had more than made up for it with the expensive dinner and day of pampering that he gave her afterwards. The top was simple enough. It was a pink, almost see through, silk blouse, but the buttons barely came up past her nipples. If she wore it and bent over even slightly, the lace at the top of the matching pink bra she wore with it was clearly visible. That top would prove just what power her breasts really did have.

Was today the day to wear it, though? Her mother would definitely not approve. Of course, her mother thought Natalie should only wear very conservative clothes, nothing above the knee and no hint of any cleavage...

Natalie shook her head. This was wrong. She couldn't wear that top to see her family. She looked down to realize that she had dropped her towel and was, for the second time today, already, standing completely naked in her room. What was going on? She wasn't like this. She wasn't some nympho-bimbo that craved sex all the time. She was a good girl. She was in control, and she definitely wasn't going to let some hypnotist-wannabe online screw even this much with her head.

She walked over to her drawer. She slipped into a bland pair of white panties and a simple white bra and glanced back to her closet. She grabbed a nice, yet conservative, summer dress. She finished getting ready and walked back out into the living room. Sarah was sitting there. She was still in her robe. Had she been sitting there the whole time? Her eyes were tear stained, and she looked near breaking down again.

"Natty, I'm sorry." She said in a shaky voice.

"No, it's my fault. I had a weird day yesterday, and I guess that I got a little carried away. I just wanted to apologize. I wasn't thinking when I walked out, or I would have grabbed my robe. You know that, but then you yelled. I yelled back. Let's just put it behind us, ok?" Natalie smiled.

Sarah smiled back. "Deal. After all, somebody's got to help me keep this place, and it's the most fun I've seen you have since Jim-Bob-What's-His-Name. I really thought you two had something."

"We did. I really don’t know what happened. Anyways, his name was James Robert Spencer, and this is Atlanta, not Arkansas. He wasn't that much of a country boy." Natalie added with a small giggle.

The two hugged. They continued to make small chit-chat for a few minutes. Sarah attempted a couple of time to drag out what got Natalie so out of control, but Natalie still couldn't bring herself to say. Then it was time for Natalie to go. They hugged again and parted as friends. Natalie headed for her car, and Sarah headed for her bath, feeling much better about her friend's state of mind.

All during Natalie's drive to her parents' place, a couple of hours to the north, she kept rerunning everything that she remembered WillKiller typing to her. Had he somehow hypnotized her? Were they just generalized statements that were designed to make her second guess all her decisions?

She looked at herself in the rear view mirror. She couldn't deny it. She felt sexier today than she had in a long time. She felt a confidence that didn't depend on her position or her gender. She just felt confident in who she was and how she looked.

The problem that she had now was simply that she didn't know who she was anymore. She believed that all people were equal, regardless of gender or race or even age, but she had chatted with a stranger online for the past two nights. She hadn't had any control over either conversation, and yet, she had gotten more pleasure from those chats than from her last boyfriend. Still, why had she been unable to cum this morning? The memories of the pleasure, the chats, and the questions of her almost orgasm consumed her mind as she finished her trip.

What seemed like an eternity later, Natalie blushed. She had been so caught up in her own thoughts that she found herself sitting in her parents' driveway. The car was off, and she hadn't even moved to get out of the car. How long had she been sitting there?

Natalie decided to talk to her mom about this whole mess. Surely her mother had dealt with a man of the caliber that she faced now. It was late though. When she walked through the door, everyone was sitting around watching TV. Her mother and father were on the couch, and her younger brother was kicked back in the recliner. Lunch was over, and Natalie had missed it.

“Hey, sweetie.” Her mother looked up and smiled. “We didn't think you were coming.”

I wish I was cumming... Natalie thought but didn't say, while a small smile crept across her face. “Did you save me anything?”

“You can check the fridge, but you know your father and brother.”

“Sorry sis, but it was great! You know how mom can cook when she wants to...” Her brother Brad was smiling. He enjoyed this, the little twerp.

Yet the smiled haunted her for a second. What did he know? Was he letting the glance linger a little too long? No, it couldn't be him, not her brother.

Natalie was getting frustrated.

“I have a cell phone... you couldn't have called me?” she said in a slightly annoyed tone.

Her mother stood up now.

“You do have a cell phone. You couldn't have called and told us you were running late? There's food in the fridge if you want some, but if you're looking for sympathy, I'm afraid we're fresh out. Now, I think you had better go find something to eat.”

Natalie felt a dampness between her legs again. She had a choice, and she knew it. Another order, submit or fight. Why were those her only choices? There had to be another way. She was hungry, so she started for the kitchen. As she opened the refrigerator, her horniness jumped to new levels. She tried looking for food, but she could barely keep her pants on.

“I've got to go to the bathroom, I'll be right back.” Natalie called back to her family as she nearly ran for the bathroom at the back of the house.

Once inside, in one swift motion, she pulled her dress over her head. She had breasts out of her bra and her hands in her panties. She began fingering herself yet again. And just as before, as she approached an orgasm, her arousal began to fade. She fingered herself faster, put three fingers (one more than usual) deep in her pussy, and squeezed, pinched and pulled her nipples in a desperate attempt to make herself cum. Soon, her arousal was gone again. She slipped back into her bra and dress and headed back out to her family.

“Are you ok? You look a little flushed...” Her mother asked out of genuine concern.

“I'm fine. It's just been one of those days. I think that I'll wait a few minutes before I eat. I'm really fine for now.

Just then, Natalie's stomach growled. She couldn't hold back a smile.

Her mother laughed. “Come on, honey. We'll find you something.”

Natalie followed her mom to the kitchen. While her mother was pulling food out of the fridge, Natalie poured herself a drink. Her mother asked her about how her job was going, how things were between Sarah and her... Natalie carefully avoided the episode from that morning, but overall, it was one of the best chats that she and her mother had had since before college. By the time that she was finishing up the dishes, she had gotten up the nerve to ask her mom the big question on her mind.

“Mom, can I ask you a question?” Natalie said so softly she wasn't even sure she had actually made any noise.

“Ahhh... here it comes. I've been wondering what was on your mind.” Her mother said and gave her a warm reassuring smile. How had her mother had always been able to read her like a book? Or did she know something? Could this all be some sort of test? Natalie was getting paranoid.

“It's nothing really. Just some guy...”

“Oh! Anyone we need to know about?!” Her mother's smile broadened even more. She was sweet but really off sometimes.

“No, mother... not like that,” Natalie rolled her eyes, Natalie’s worries vanished. “I was just talking to some guy” (her mom didn't need to know it was online, she was a little behind the times like that) “and he just had some weird ideas about feminism.”

“Just like a man. Don't let him confuse you, though. We are not the weaker sex. Take me, for example. I don't follow anyone. Men, and even some women, follow me. I will never submit to anyone much less a man.” She winked, “That's why your father is so happy when I'm willing to cook.” Her mother winked at her.

“So that's what it's all about for you, being in control?” Natalie brain was trying to make sense of everything, but nothing fit.

“Of course it's about control, Natalie. You either lead or you follow. You know that. If a woman has any question about whether she really is equal to a man, she might as well put on a maid's uniform because she'll never be able to do anything but serve a man or woman, but you know that don't you?”

Natalie's mother looked at her. Natalie was shaken. She had thought she was a feminist up until now, but WillKiller had made her doubt. Now her mother had, for all purposes, told her that if she doubted, then she wasn't a feminist at all. Natalie didn't know what to think now, but with everything that was happening, she was sure of one thing. She wasn't the strong-willed feminist that she believed.

After what seemed like and eternity that lasted only a couple of seconds between breaths, all Natalie could do was put on her best poker face, and tell her mother, “Yes. I've just never really known the reasons behind what you believed.”

The rest of her visit with her family was a blur. Questions swirled in her mind. She knew that she would be online again tonight. During her drive home, she began thinking about what she would wear tonight when she got online. She felt almost as if she was dressing for a date, but part of her still didn't even want to talk to the man that was slowly changing her into some sort of submissive-slut. Even that thought sent a chill down her spine. Was it a chill of fear or pleasure though? She wasn't so sure anymore.

Natalie was sure, though, that all of this was going far beyond the chats that she had before with online men about her fantasies of becoming a domesticated bimbo. What was he doing to her? How was he making her doubt and tearing down everything she thought she believed?

Everything she thought she believed... Had she come that far? Three days ago, she had no doubt. Now it was almost as if she had given up on those beliefs and was simply trying to figure out what she really did believe. That was it! What had WillKiller said about a house of sand? She had no real foundation in her beliefs, and now, she had no beliefs.

She arrived home, and Sarah was out. She was very glad about it. Sarah had left a note though.

Again with the orders... no, that wasn't it. Sarah took a deep breath. Sarah had helped Natalie clean up for dates before. Everything just seemed so different. She couldn't tell what was a request and what was a command anymore. Still, Sarah was right. Natalie hated to clean, but it needed to be done. Natalie slipped out of her dress, put on some old work clothes, sweatshirt and pants, and started in. She started with the laundry and dishes and then moved on to the living room. By the time she started cleaning it, she could feel it. It was strange. The wetness in her pussy was back again.

This was the third time she had felt like this today. All at different times, in her room, in her parents' kitchen, and now in the living room of her apartment while cleaning. What was happening? She was already mostly finished with the living room when she knew she needed to indulge in a little fun. She wanted to go back to her room again but didn't want to chance losing the feeling again. She slipped her sweatpants and panties down, threw a cleaning rag on the couch so she didn't make a mess, and tried once again to reach the pleasure she was getting so desperate for.

And again for the third time, Natalie was denied. As soon as her fingers touched her pussy, her arousal vanished. She was almost to the point of tears. She needed to cum! Then it hit her. There was one thing that had pushed her over the edge in the past two days, WillKiller. She knew she didn't want to ever chat with him again, but if a quick chat with him could get her to orgasm, she was willing to risk it one more time.

Natalie quickly finished the cleaning, slipped into her room, and stripped down to her panties. She was going to be ready this time, and after all, he hadn't cared before what she was wearing. He probably wouldn't ask this time either. Once Natalie finally was able to get her computer to boot up, she had the first lucky break of her day. WillKiller was online. Was he waiting for her?

<WillKiller> Hi

<MaidForYou> you're here. Hi, I wasn’t sure if you’d be online tonight.

<WillKiller> I was expecting you

<WillKiller> why did you say you weren't coming back last time?

<MaidForYou> I wasn't, I was just bored tonight

<WillKiller> sure, honey, well, I take it you enjoyed our last couple of chats?

<MaidForYou> not really

<WillKiller> oh hmm... just curious, so playing with your tits didn’t get you wet at all?

<MaidForYou> a little

Natalie took a breath. She had answered without thinking. She struggled to focus. She had to stay in control this time.

<WillKiller> how exciting, just by talking to you, I've gotten you wet... I feel honored ;)

<WillKiller> so what are you wearing now?

Again she was caught off guard. Why now? She was only wearing her panties. She didn't have time to think up a lie, and it would probably get him off knowing the truth. She felt a pulse of pleasure in her pussy that agreed. She told him.

<MaidForYou> just my panties

<WillKiller> so you're sitting there talking to a total stranger, who you know nothing about, in just your panties

<WillKiller> does that bother you at all?

<MaidForYou> it hadn't bothered me

<MaidForYou> I hadn't really thought about it

<WillKiller> btw do you live alone?

<MaidForYou> with a friend

<WillKiller> she home? wouldn't want anyone freaking out on you

<MaidForYou> she's out

<MaidForYou> but you're right. Maybe I should cover up.

<WillKiller> no don't, not just yet

<WillKiller> you're comfortable, just enjoy it

He was right, and she was just trying to get off. She'd play along until she came. Just keep him happy so that she could get what she wanted, what she needed.

<MaidForYou> okay

<WillKiller> so tell me, what do you sleep in at night?

<MaidForYou> a camisole

<WillKiller> describe it to me?

<MaidForYou> its emerald green, satin, with lacy trim

<WillKiller> matching panties?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> wow, sounds sexy...

<WillKiller> have a boyfriend to share it with?

<MaidForYou> not right now

<WillKiller> too bad, such a cute outfit and no one to wear it for...

<WillKiller> well, do you think it's sexy?

<MaidForYou> yes, I think so

<WillKiller> do you ever masturbate in it?

<MaidForYou> sometimes

<WillKiller> thinking about submission?

MaidForYou nods

<WillKiller> why don't you go put it on now, since you are horny and we are talking about submission

<WillKiller> just tell me when you get back

<MaidForYou> ok

Natalie thought it was a strange for a man to actually want her to put on clothes, but she felt good about covering up. She hurried to her drawer and pulled out her camisole. She slipped in it and the panties. Her pussy twinged. She could feel it starting. Not long now...

<MaidForYou> it's on

<WillKiller> and it feels sexy doesn't it?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> playing with yourself?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> ok, well, feel free... I know talking about submission, obeying all my random orders, playing with your tits

<WillKiller> I could see it getting you horny

Natalie wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. Just a quick chat, just enough to get her nice and horny. Then she’d get offline, and the fun would start. She didn’t need to let him know about her masturbation from the past few nights.

<WillKiller> but anyways, what were talking about last time?

<MaidForYou> I can't remember

<WillKiller> hmm... I think we were talking about your submission...

<WillKiller> how you've already decided you are going to submit, it's just a question of to whom...

<WillKiller> right?

<MaidForYou> right

No wait, that hadn't been what she said, had it? She was a feminist, but then she talked to her mom. She knew she wasn't a true feminist, but surely she wasn't just going to submit, was she? But that's what her mom said, either be in control or be a submissive weakling. She wasn't a feminist, so was she a weakling? It was getting so confusing... and her arousal wasn't helping.

<WillKiller> so who do you think you'll submit to?

<MaidForYou> I don't know

<WillKiller> but you know you're not a feminist, right?

<MaidForYou> I guess not

<WillKiller> and you know you aren't in control, don't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> even now, you are just following my orders and responding to me in this chat

<WillKiller> you aren't even in control here, are you?

<MaidForYou> no, but why?

<WillKiller> so you're submitting to me right now, aren't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

This was all happening so fast. She needed time to think. Why was she just answering his questions? How had she lost control so quickly? God, she needed to cum.

<WillKiller> btw do you have a pic?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> go ahead and send it to me

Natalie didn't even hesitate. She usually didn't like to trade pics this quickly, but she just wanted to cum. She wouldn't mind trading a pic for an orgasm.

<WillKiller> nice nothing a little sexier?

<MaidForYou> I have one on a beach but its not really for online

<WillKiller> oh come on, you're sitting there in your nightie, go ahead and send it

Natalie looked down. He was right. How did she end up like this? She remembered putting it on, but she hadn't really been thinking. She just wanted to cover up. What was going on? She tried to think about it, and then she noticed she had sent her pic. The pic. The picture her friend had taken at the beach when she had lost her top coming up out of the water. Coming up... cumming... when were they going to get this over with.

<WillKiller> oh, naughty little thing when you want to be, aren't you?

<MaidForYou> no, it's just I was swimming and wasn't expecting my friend to have a camera when I came out after I lost my top

<WillKiller> sure, that's it... so tell me, still trying to figure out why you're sitting here in your nightie sending that kind of pic to a total stranger?

<MaidForYou> yes...

<WillKiller> but it feels good, doesn't it?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> that's submission, and see your tits, even though you don't want to admit it, were and are a part of the pleasure, weren't they?

<MaidForYou> yes...

<WillKiller> so does it bother you that you are submitting to me?

<MaidForYou> I suppose it should but it doesn't somehow

<WillKiller> good then here, I have to go for about an hour

<WillKiller> my e-mail is coverthypnotic@hotmail.com

(sorry, but a guy's got to have a little ego...)

<WillKiller> between now and the time I get back, type an e-mail

<WillKiller> tell me everything about yourself

<WillKiller> even things you normally would only tell family or friends

<MaidForYou> like what?

<WillKiller> personal information, life details, friends, family, everything about you

<WillKiller> all your secrets

<WillKiller> ok?

<MaidForYou> ok

<WillKiller> just start typing and keep going until I get back and message you... so stay in this chat as well

<MaidForYou> okay

<WillKiller> when I get back, I'll tell you to send it, ok?

<MaidForYou> ok

<WillKiller> good girl, get started

<WillKiller> see you in a few

WillKiller signs off

Lost in her arousal, Natalie opened her e-mail and began typing. She started with her birth and just typed. She was thinking about it. Occasionally, one of her hands would roam to her breasts or move down her belly toward her pussy, but she didn't even notice. Natalie was totally focused. She typed about her childhood, her siblings, every detail, and every fight, everything she could remember. She told about development, following her mother to rallies, listening to taped speeches later just for fun. She typed about physical development, the first time she masturbated, how her mother thought her early development was nothing less than obscene. She even typed how she lost her virginity.

I lost my virginity when I was 15. Earlier than I think I should have done, but I think I had my head turned by the attention I got from having a womanly figure so young. It was to my boyfriend at the time, who was three years older than me. But he left me only a few weeks after we had sex. After that it was another couple of years before I had sex again. I didn't want to rush into anything again after that. I enjoy sex but it has to be part of a relationship. I don't have casual flings or one night stands. Men seem to think I would be cheap and easy because I'm busty but I'm not that way at all. Never have been, never will.

Natalie just kept typing. She typed everything about her teen years, how she got her scholarship to college, the events she'd organized, how she got her job, how she met Sarah, everything about their friendship. She was just beginning to get into her fantasies and hers and Sarah's personal details and secrets when she received a message.

<WillKiller> That's enough, go ahead and send it to me

<MaidForYou> ok

Still not thinking, Natalie hit send and sent a total stranger her entire life's history.

<WillKiller> Hang on. Let me read what you wrote to me

Natalie just sat and waited for what seemed like forever, but her arousal wasn’t fading. She needed to cum, and she was going to stay here until he got her to the point she could cum! But why had she sent that?

<WillKiller> ok, so that was a pretty good personal history... let's see what you know now...

<WillKiller> do you submit to me?

<MaidForYou> yes

She’d agree to anything for now. When would he get finished so she could cum...

<WillKiller> why?

<MaidForYou> oh

<MaidForYou> I'm not sure

She didn’t have time to think... what should she say? Why does she submit? No, why is she pretending to submit? To cum. That’s easy, but he didn’t ask that. Natalie’s thoughts swirled in her mind.

<WillKiller> but you are submitting, you obey me, don't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> and what size are your tits?

<MaidForYou> 36D

<WillKiller> and because you submit, you can feel comfortable, sexual with them

<WillKiller> can't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> like when you have a boyfriend, you can enjoy the feeling of men looking at your tits now, because you know they can't have them

<WillKiller> your tits are mine, aren't they?

<MaidForYou> yes

Wait, no that wasn't right. She submitted to him, but she didn't belong to him. She tried to respond, but before she could type, he moved on. It was true that she had felt more confident about her tits... no, her breasts today. Was that the reason? She wasn’t sure anymore.

<WillKiller> good girl, is this what you wanted when you said brainwashing?

<MaidForYou> what do you mean?

<WillKiller> never mind, are you just a clerk, manager, or what at your job?

<MaidForYou> bookseller, grade 3, but still not that high up

<WillKiller> ok, so you deal with customers, right?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> do you ever use your tits to help you sell books to men?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> do you work on commission?

<MaidForYou> no wonder...

<WillKiller> ok, so tell me what you're thinking about all this right now?

<WillKiller> be detailed

<MaidForYou> well I'm wondering why you just mentioned brainwashing, and now I'm wondering why I e-mailed you such a detailed e-mail without really thinking through what I was doing... and your email name is coverthypnotic, and I'm starting to think that maybe I've been hypnotized and I'm feeling nervous now

<WillKiller> well, you can put your mind at rest, I didn't hypnotize you

<MaidForYou> okay

Natalie wasn’t convinced, but for now she didn’t have a choice, she needed to keep reading. Her pussy was dripping.

<WillKiller> but it might be a little bit of brainwashing... all I did was show you who you really are, and let you experience it before you had a chance to think about it

<WillKiller> like when we were talking about your nightie

<MaidForYou> what do you mean?

<WillKiller> I shifted you from the experiences of you in the nightie to you wanting to put it on and suggested it, then you did it before it had a chance to register

<MaidForYou> oh

<WillKiller> but it is all things that you feel comfortable doing

<WillKiller> just in a way you might not have before

<WillKiller> like, are you horny now?

<MaidForYou> a bit, yes

<WillKiller> do you ever finger yourself while talking to people online?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> well, try it

<WillKiller> just type with one hand and play with the other

<WillKiller> it will feel good and you'll notice my words can help you cum

Natalie was elated. Finally, she slide her panties down to her knees to give her access to her pussy and then slid two fingers into her already slick pussy.

<WillKiller> are you fingering yourself?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> good girl, and I'll bet that feels good

<MaidForYou> yes

He had no idea. Natalie was in ecstasy. She hadn’t wanted to finger herself while chatting, but she did want to cum. She was working as hard as she could, but she just couldn’t quite make it. He just needed to talk a little more. Then she could cum and tell him what she really thought. The bastard.

<WillKiller> not just because of your horniness, but because I suggested it

<WillKiller> you're obeying me

<WillKiller> and I'm controlling you

<WillKiller> like in your fantasies, only in real life

<WillKiller> and I'll bet that makes you even hornier

<WillKiller> maybe part of your mind is saying you shouldn't

<WillKiller> that somehow this is wrong

<WillKiller> do you feel that at all?

<MaidForYou> yes...

Natalie did feel it. She hadn’t really noticed it until he said that. Her arousal let up a little and she began to think. Was cumming really worth this? She tried to think through, but her fingers had already made up their mind. She increased her tempo as WillKiller kept typing.

<WillKiller> but you feel the pleasure and it doesn't matter

<WillKiller> because the truth is you are submissive

<WillKiller> and you are obeying

<WillKiller> and you can feel that pleasure

<WillKiller> and that wetness

<WillKiller> and you just block out the rest, don't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

She was back in the zone. Whatever doubts she had about what she was doing vanished back into the haze she found herself in. Lost in the lust, she was experiencing so much pleasure. She was so close. She wanted this. She needed this so badly.

<WillKiller> and you can feel it building, are you getting close to cumming yet?

<MaidForYou> yes...

<WillKiller> then let yourself ride it

<WillKiller> feel the pleasure you get from obeying me

<WillKiller> you enjoy this don't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

She was a little scared now. She was obeying. Why was she doing this? Was this the only way she could cum? She wanted to question it, but he was so right. She had never enjoyed anything as much as obeying him right this moment.

<WillKiller> and you're feeling this way because I'm in control

<WillKiller> is this better than the sex you've had?

<MaidForYou> yes, so intense

<WillKiller> yes intense, blocking out so much of you with my control

<WillKiller> you're a pleasure machine

<WillKiller> fingering yourself for me

<WillKiller> just because I suggested it

<WillKiller> and there's nothing you'd rather do

<WillKiller> just keep going until you cum

No thoughts, no questions, Natalie’s fingers simply moved because that is what they were there for. Natalie didn’t exist at that moment. Her only purpose for now was simply to cum. She would finger herself until she did. Why? WillKiller said to.

And just as those thoughts pushed her over the edge, Natalie heard voices. The lock on the outside door of her apartment clicked. Sarah was home! She came to her senses just enough that she scrambled, falling out of her chair in the process, to grab a pillow, a blanket, something to muffle herself with. Natalie managed to grab a pillow, and she was still surprised to find that Sarah didn’t seem to hear the moans and near screams of pleasure that went on for what seemed like hours. As she finally came back to her senses, she noticed that WillKiller had sent a message.

<WillKiller> have you cum yet?

<MaidForYou> yesss

There was no pretense now. She had no control here. She had to admit that she did enjoy obeying this strange guy. Her mother was right. She wasn’t a feminist. Now it was time to see who she really was, and maybe, this was the man that could help her find out. She would obey and answer without hesitation, for now, at least. Natalie pulled up her panties and responded to his next message.

<WillKiller> and I'll bet you enjoyed it?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> more than usual masturbation?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> why?

<MaidForYou> more intense

<WillKiller> why was it more intense?

<MaidForYou> because you were talking to me, saying things

<WillKiller> because you weren't in control, my words were affecting you

<WillKiller> weren't they?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> tell me, how do my words affect you?

<MaidForYou> they have this weird feeling, like they go right into my head

It was true. She had to admit that his words weren’t like any conversation, any book, or any chat she had ever experienced. His words seemed to just slip into her mind, whether she wanted them to or not. She was happy to hear Sarah and her boyfriend finally head back out.

<WillKiller> panties damp?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> did you play with your tits any during that?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> try this time just touching your tits

<WillKiller> stop typing for a few minutes

<WillKiller> and just play with them

<MaidForYou> okay

<WillKiller> pull down your camisole

<WillKiller> expose them again for me, to me

Natalie did as ordered. She could already feel her arousal returning. Was this why she had been so horny? When she went to her room, after Sarah told her to. When she looked for food, after her mom told her to. When she cleaned, after Sarah told her to. Suddenly so much was making sense, and she was discovering that she was more submissive than she ever imagined possible. What happened to that strong-willed feminist? WillKiller didn’t seem interested. Natalie refocused on his words...

<WillKiller> take your hands rub them over your tits

<WillKiller> squeeze them

<WillKiller> feel your nipples

<WillKiller> are they hard?

<MaidForYou> yes

They had been hard since the chat started...

<WillKiller> then feel them get harder

<WillKiller> hands roaming over them

<WillKiller> not even your hands

<WillKiller> I'm in control

<WillKiller> so really those are my hands

He was right. She was so horny, and yet, she felt hands, his hands on her breasts.

<WillKiller> rubbing

<WillKiller> touching

<WillKiller> now pinch your nipples

<WillKiller> feel the pleasure build

<WillKiller> the wetness in your crotch

<WillKiller> keep rubbing

<WillKiller> keep roaming

<WillKiller> just let yourself enjoy this experience

<WillKiller> feel an arousal building

<WillKiller> just like before

Before, the pleasure, Natalie could still feel it, recall it. She felt it again.

<WillKiller> intense

<WillKiller> you aren't in control

<WillKiller> you are letting my words move you

<WillKiller> closer to orgasm

<WillKiller> you can feel it building, can't you?

<MaidForYou> yse

Natalie could barely type. She was so close to orgasm, but she wasn’t touching anything but her breasts. She couldn’t think about it now. She only cared about what WillKiller typed next. She was totally focused, ready to cum.

<WillKiller> just let yourself go

<WillKiller> run your hands over them

<WillKiller> squeeze them

<WillKiller> touch them

<WillKiller> my hands guiding you

<WillKiller> my words controlling you

<WillKiller> as your arousal builds

<WillKiller> you want to cum, don't you?

<MaidForYou> yess

<WillKiller> are you close?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> think back to the pleasure

<WillKiller> you just felt

<WillKiller> the arousal

<WillKiller> the intense cum

<WillKiller> you can feel just how you did now

<WillKiller> just before you came

<WillKiller> go back to the feeling let it wash through you

<WillKiller> you can feel it now

<WillKiller> as you rub your tits

<WillKiller> as you squeeze those big wonderful globes

<WillKiller> as you hold my tits for my pleasure

<WillKiller> and you know that when you squeeze them next

<WillKiller> all that pleasure will cum spilling out

<WillKiller> and you'll cum

<WillKiller> so squeeze them now

<WillKiller> and feel the pleasure

<WillKiller> and let yourself cum

<WillKiller> tell me when you finish

Natalie didn’t hold back. She came loud and hard. She felt so right like this. Her camisole was around her waist. She was cumming not out of a desire but simply because WillKiller wanted it. Natalie had no thoughts to resist it. She came until every last ounce of strength in her body and mind was spent. She relaxed back into her chair, almost completely empty, and did as she was told.

<MaidForYou> I came, thank you

<WillKiller> just from touching your tits?

<MaidForYou> yesss

<WillKiller> have you ever done that before?

<MaidForYou> no

<MaidForYou> never

<WillKiller> so now rest for a second, try to clear your mind a little

<WillKiller> and tell me what you're thinking about all this now

Natalie couldn’t resist. She typed the only thoughts she could come up with.

<MaidForYou> I'm wondering what the difference between being hypnotized and being brainwashed is... because I feel quite spacey and outside myself

<WillKiller> there really isn't much to be honest and you are just about where I hoped you were

<WillKiller> you are accepting my words

<WillKiller> and letting them guide you

<WillKiller> trusting my words because they have a power over you, don't they?

<MaidForYou> yes...

<WillKiller> then go ahead and relax

<WillKiller> just focus on my words

<WillKiller> I know that it must have been quite exhausting to cum twice so close together

<WillKiller> wasn't it?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> and you are feeling spacey

<WillKiller> so just sit back in your chair and relax

<WillKiller> let my words guide you to a place that you can relax better

<WillKiller> by relaxing you with every word I type

<WillKiller> and you can feel it

<WillKiller> starting in your feet

<WillKiller> the more I type

<WillKiller> the more they just kind of go limp under you

<WillKiller> you can't quite explain it

<WillKiller> but they are just going to sleep

<WillKiller> you can feel them

<WillKiller> but they just don't want to move, do they?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> and it feels so good just to let they sit there

<WillKiller> you don't even need to try

<WillKiller> just let them relax

<WillKiller> and let that feeling spread into your calves

<WillKiller> let them have this same warm, relaxed feeling

<WillKiller> as if they're being massaged

<WillKiller> everywhere at once

<WillKiller> and you just can't resist it

<WillKiller> you just have to let go of the tension in them and let them relax

<WillKiller> as it spreads upward

<WillKiller> you are starting to really space out now aren't you?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> you just kind of feel yourself letting go

<WillKiller> you still sort of notice the apartment around you

<WillKiller> you can still smell your own cum still damp on your panties

<WillKiller> but you just don't care

<WillKiller> because you want to read my words and let them relax you

<WillKiller> and you can feel them doing just that

<WillKiller> as the relaxation spreads to your thighs and ass

<WillKiller> your legs going limp under you

<WillKiller> holding you to the chair

<WillKiller> with this warm feeling

<WillKiller> almost like a light arousal, but at the same time just a warm pleasure

<WillKiller> your legs limp you're just a little helpless

<WillKiller> you can't get away now, can you?

<MaidForYou> no

<WillKiller> but you don't want to, my words are good, my words are relaxing

<WillKiller> so you just let them do just that, relax you

<WillKiller> like in your stomach now

<WillKiller> you can just feel all the tension, all the stress of your day

<WillKiller> just fade into this warm glow

<WillKiller> no need to think, no need to worry now

<WillKiller> just letting my words relax you

<WillKiller> as the relaxation grows and grows

<WillKiller> into your tits

<WillKiller> you love your tits right now

<WillKiller> they were so pleasurable

<WillKiller> and they feel so good and relaxed

<WillKiller> that feeling of being massaged

<WillKiller> everywhere from your tits down

<WillKiller> feels so good

<WillKiller> especially on your tits

<WillKiller> the pleasure grows, and pushes any tension left away

<WillKiller> relaxing you even more

<WillKiller> as the pleasure, the warmth, the relaxation flows into your arms

<WillKiller> making them light

<WillKiller> making them feel so good

<WillKiller> but unlike your legs

<WillKiller> you can move your hands and arms

<WillKiller> you can type and respond

<WillKiller> but anything else just isn't important

<WillKiller> anything else would just take away from this wonderful warm, relaxation

<WillKiller> wouldn't it?

<MaidForYou> yes

<WillKiller> so you just respond and let yourself relax

<WillKiller> even more

<WillKiller> as it spreads to your neck

<WillKiller> being relaxed like this it gets hard to hold your head up

<WillKiller> you want to just let it drop

<WillKiller> but feel the warmth

<WillKiller> let the relaxation support your neck

<WillKiller> it knows that the words relax you

<WillKiller> so the warmth holds your neck up

<WillKiller> and the massaging feeling keeps away any pain or hurt that might distract

<WillKiller> as the relaxation continues to grow

<WillKiller> and continues to spread

<WillKiller> into your head

<WillKiller> into your mind

<WillKiller> the warmth, the pleasure

<WillKiller> just pushing away everything else

<WillKiller> just pushing into the center of your mind

<WillKiller> wrapping around the thoughts you have

<WillKiller> consuming your identity, your will

<WillKiller> until all that remains are the warmth, the pleasure

<WillKiller> and my words, guiding you

<WillKiller> replacing your thoughts

<WillKiller> and you can feel them completely inside the warmth

<WillKiller> and you can feel them completely inside the pleasure

<WillKiller> and you know that your will, your thoughts are still there

<WillKiller> your identity, yourself is just asleep inside the warmth

<WillKiller> but if I ask you a question, you can still use them to respond

<WillKiller> as the warmth pushes even deeper into you

<WillKiller> deeper than your thoughts

<WillKiller> deeper than your will

<WillKiller> deeper than even your identity

<WillKiller> at the core of you is the warmth

<WillKiller> at the core of you is the pleasure

<WillKiller> and in the warmth, in the pleasure are my words

<WillKiller> relaxing you

<WillKiller> focusing you on this wonderful feeling

<WillKiller> focusing you on these wonderful words

<WillKiller> how do you feel now?

<MaidForYou> very warm wonderful

<WillKiller> now see in your mind a scale

<WillKiller> a special scale for you

<WillKiller> for your mind

<WillKiller> this scale goes from 100 to 0

<WillKiller> 100 is awake and alert

<WillKiller> 0 is completely relaxed, completely focused on my words

<WillKiller> I'm touching your scale to you now

<WillKiller> look at it

<WillKiller> see the number it is showing

<WillKiller> and type that number to me now

<MaidForYou> 5

<WillKiller> good girl

Natalie sat blankly. If she had been able to think about it, she would have laughed. Three days ago, a strong-willed, narrow-minded, feminist logged into a chat room for a laugh. As she sat here, her body exhausted with no energy to move, much less fight, her legs had fallen open spread wide toward the computer, exposing herself even more to this stranger (if that were possible), her camisole bunched up around her waist, leaving her basically topless, and her mind open to whatever this man wished to put in it, captivated by the warmth that pushed any lingering thoughts away.

The only thing that was even close to a thought in her mind was a realization that she knew she had truly submitted to this man, but even that was lost as she continued to stare at her computer screen, waiting for what WillKiller would type next.