<WillKiller> good girl
<WillKiller> and you love this relaxed feeling, don't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and you want to come back to this relaxed feeling as often as you can, don't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and you can, whenever you see me and only me, type relax and obey you will feel the warmth, feel the pleasure
<WillKiller> and you will instantly drop back into this deeply relaxed state, won't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and you know that you submit, don't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> who do you submit to?
<MaidForYou> yyou
<WillKiller> good girl, and do you submit to anyone else?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> before we started chatting, did you really believe you were a feminist?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> but now you aren't, now you submit
<WillKiller> and your submission means you must always answer me
<WillKiller> and all your answer must be everything you know about what I asked and completely true
<WillKiller> you can not hide the truth or anything from me
<WillKiller> can you?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> good girl
<WillKiller> now lock all of this inside the warm, inside the pleasure
<WillKiller> at the center of yourself
And everything before and everything after faded to black.
Natalie awakened to the oddly normal sound of her alarm. It was the only thing normal about her current situation. It was the first day of a new work week, and it was the first day of her new life. She was under the covers, at least, but she was completely nude this time. What had happened last night? She tried to remember. She felt a familiar wave of warmth wash through her. Her nipples hardened. She knew she had experienced two of the best orgasms that she had ever had, but what happened after that? She just couldn’t remember. It didn’t really matter. Whatever happened was WillKiller’s choice. It seemed she didn’t have a say in it anymore.
There had been so much change in her life since the last day that she had heard that alarm. What would happen today? How would what she had learned affect her life, her job, her friendships? All these questions swirled through her clouded mind as she looked at the alarm to turn it off. It was then that she noticed that it was only 6:00 a.m. Why had she set it for so early? She normally didn’t wake up until 7:30 since she didn’t have to be at work until 9. She lived only a mile or so from the book shop.
Her computer was still running. The low hum it made caught her attention. She turned over to it. Her e-mail program was up and running. Her breath caught. Had she sent him another e-mail? What would she have told him this time? She had a message waiting. She grabbed her robe from off of the back of her door, slipped into it, and walked over to the computer. It was from him. She glanced at the subject.
Forget Me Not
Those three words made her shudder. She couldn’t resist them. She had some vague idea of what was about to happen, but everything had been set into motion. She walked to the door, cracked it to make sure Sarah was still sleeping so she wouldn’t be disturbed. She took off her robe and hung it on the back of her door again. She sat down in front of the computer, and then she opened the e-mail. Her mind started to go blank, but no one will know if it was the first words she saw or that she knew they were coming. The result was the same. She felt the warmth begin to course through her again.
relax and obey relax and obey
relax and obey relax and obey
relax and obey relax and obey
relax and obey relax and obey
relax and obey relax and obey
relax and obey relax and obey
feel the warmth return, feel the pleasure return
just follow the words and let yourself relax
just let yourself relax back into this nice wonderful trance
think back to your scale, if it isn't showing 0
go back to the beginning and follow the warmth deeper
read this over and over until you are completely relaxed
until you are totally hypnotized
until your scale shows 0
now that you are relaxed, focus even more on my words
it is important to remember and to forget
it is important to remember our chats
to remember how we talked,
how you learned of your submissiveness
to remember how you submitted to me, how you obey me
it is important to remember that you want to submit,
that you want to obey me
but it is important to forget, that you have been hypnotized
you never need to remember anything about our hypnotic chats
you can just lock it away in the warmth and pleasure
and let it stay there
it is important to forget anything that might distract you from obedience
just let your mind wander away from it
and you will reread this paragraph again and again until you know it
until you have it burned into your mind
until you understand it and believe it without question
re-read this paragraph now
Next, I know that you enjoyed sleeping nude, it felt so natural, so right
you may not have noticed it, but you slept so much better last night
when you awaken from this trance, you will slip back into your bed
you will awaken again thinking you hear your alarm
you will feel perfectly rested
you will feel relaxed and rested and ready for your day
and you will know this is how you should sleep
this is the perfect, natural way to sleep for a submissive like you
and you will reread this paragraph again and again until you know it
until you have it burned into your mind
until you understand it and believe it without question
re-read this paragraph now
you know that you are submissive, you learned it last night
you gave yourself over to it, and even by following my words now
you are pushing yourself deeper into your submissive nature
as a submissive, you know that you should be more feminine
you know you should dress a little sexier
nothing to draw too much attention but a slightly shorter skirt
be a little prouder of your tits,
be a little more conscious of your appearance
just small changes to increase your submissiveness
and aside from being more feminine,
cleaning is a little more important
after when you awake,
you will notice your room,
you are submissive, it must be clean.
You will clean as you have time
but it will be a small annoyance,
a nagging in your mind
you will might think it is from me,
but you will know it is your own doing
you agreed to be submissive,
you know what you think of submissives
your own fantasies are working against you
now you will reread these two paragraphs
again and again until you know them
until you have it burned into your mind
until you understand it and believe it without question
re-read this paragraph now
your fantasy though wants you to run after a man
for now your man will be male customers at work
you won't flirt or do anything obvious,
but your goal is their pleasure
you want to make them happy before they leave
to find the perfect book, to give them the best service
to give them the best impression of the shop
but as before you won't flirt,
you won't do anything outside of your job
but you give them the best service and get pleasure from it
as if you were serving me, and that pleasure will build all day
now soon you will close this e-mail,
you will forget that you even received it
it will lock itself away in the warmth, in the pleasure
and you will close it but you will save it
you will obey all the instructions in it
and you will reread this every morning
as you awaken at this time every morning
but never noticing it
never remembering about it at any other time
on the count of 5, close and forget this message
then awaken, remembering none of it
1 gaining a little awareness
2 feeling spaced out but coming closer
3 noticing the world around you again
4 almost there
5 close, go back to bed and awake!
Natalie awakened to the oddly normal sound of her alarm. It was the only thing normal about her current situation. It was the first day of a new work week, and it was the first day of her new life. This time she was under the covers, at least, but she was completely nude this time. What had happened last night? She tried to remember. She felt a familiar wave of warmth wash through her. Her nipples hardened. She knew she had experienced two of the best orgasms that she had ever had, but what happened after that? She just couldn’t remember. It didn’t really matter. Whatever happened was WillKiller’s choice. It seemed she didn’t have a say in it anymore.
There had been so much change in her life since the last day that she had heard that alarm. What would happen today? How would what she had learned affect her life, her job, her friendships? All these questions swirled through her clouded mind as she looked at the alarm to turn it off. It was then that she noticed that it was only 7:00 a.m. Why had she set it for so early? She normally didn’t wake up until 7:30 since she didn’t have to be at work until 9. She lived only a mile or so from the book shop.
Her computer was still running. The low hum it made caught her attention. She turned over to it. Her e-mail program was up and running. Her breath caught. Had she sent him another e-mail? What would she have told him this time? She walked over to the computer. She checked the sent folder to make sure. Nothing. She hoped that it was true that she hadn’t told him anything else. It was then she realized that she was standing nude in front of her computer. It felt so normal... What was going on?
Natalie slipped into her robe and headed for the showers. She stopped, turned and looked at her bed. She couldn’t leave it like that. She walked back over and started working on it. She made it up nicely. She felt a little better. She saw a few clothes that she had put away yet. She really should put those up. She grabbed them and slipped them into a drawer. For some reason it felt like she needed to clean her room now. It was bothering her... Natalie glanced back at the clock and knew she needed to get ready.
It took Natalie a little longer than usual to take her shower and put on her make-up. She didn’t know why, but she wanted to look a little nicer today. Her mind made a reason. It was getting close to her annual review at work. She was probably worried about it on some level and just wanted to dress a little more professionally. When she looked at her closet, professional dress was not exactly what she wanted, not today.
She saw a black skirt, only knee length, but still with a nice slit up the side that made it a little more daring than most she wore to work. She added cute pink top. It did a good job in understating chest, but it still showed off her wonderful figure. She didn’t know why she put it on, but she was dressed and out the door before she had time to realize that it wasn’t completely normal.
She had just locked her door when she heard, “Hello.”
Natalie words returning the greeting caught in her throat as she looked down the hall. There had been an empty apartment there for almost a year. It had a new occupant, and he was amazing. It was obvious that he worked out and that he had noticed she was staring at him standing there in only a pair of sweat pants. Natalie was wet.
“Hi... I’m...” She said, walking toward him and extending her hand. Her hand, her watch. She was late. “late. I’m sorry. I have to go.” She turned, embarrassed, and walked away. She felt like a little schoolgirl again. She had never acted this way in front of a man. What could he think of her now?
Her drive to work was less eventful. Even though she lived so close, she still preferred to drive. It only took about 5 minutes (thanks to the three stoplights that always seemed to be red). It protected her from all the people, the stares, the strangers that were out there. Still, WillKiller was a stranger, but her car and her mind hadn’t protected her from him. She would just have to be strong tonight.
Her normal routine at work was to let the junior clerks handle the customers. She would spend her time organizing and reading, when the chance arose. This morning was different. The more she tried to keep things neat while the other waited on the customers just wasn’t as satisfying.
She finally gave up when she saw him enter. He wasn’t nearly as impressive as her new neighbor, just some random man off the street, but she needed to help him. She nearly ran to beat the other salesclerk to him.
“How may we help you today?” She said with a stupid grin on her face.
“I’m looking for a new cookbook for my wife. It’s an anniversary gift for my wife.”
Natalie took him to the section where the cookbooks where. She quizzed her customer on what types of recipes he was interested in. He answered and just smiled at the attention. She searched through half-a-dozen books before she found one that she thought was worthy of him.
“Here, what do you think of this one?” He was still smiling. It made her happy too. She wanted him to have the best experience possible. Was she feeling arousal? Surely not, he was married.
“This is just what I was looking for. Thanks,” he said as they were walking to the checkout. “I’ll be sure to recommend this place to my friends, best service I’ve ever had at a book store.”
This time she was sure. She felt it, a spark, a surge of pleasure, just for a moment that left a small buzz of sexual pleasure, but why? She tried to shake her head, clear her mind, but the buzz, the tingle the man had left was still there. She enjoyed it. She enjoyed serving him? What was going on? The other two clerks, both females as well, gave her strange looks.
“Listen, Natty, you know the rules better than we do. If you’ve got a thing for a customer, that’s fine, but don’t let it interfere with your job or the boss will notice,” one of the girls said.
Natalie was insulted. She wasn’t after the guy. He was married. She was just doing her job, the same job that these two twits were supposed to be doing as well.
“No you listen, consider that an example. He was married. I don’t even know his name. That was just quality customer service. The kind that if you two gave, we’d have a whole lot more people walk through that door. Stop trying to get rid of the customers to read and talk. Spend the time necessary to help them, or I will. Then we’ll see who the boss notices.”
Natalie turned indignantly back to the bookshelves. She started organizing them again until she heard the door. She glanced back. It was a woman. She thought she ought to go help her, but those other two needed something to do. She kept working.
Natalie’s whole day was like that. She helped every male customer who walked through the door. Some of them just wanted one book, but Natalie made sure that it was the perfect book. In many cases, she would even help them find other books in the same area that interested them that the men also bought. Every man who left the store had nothing but compliments for Natalie. Some would make a pass at her, but she made it clear. She was just doing her job, and her job was to make sure that they found anything they wanted... that the store sold, of course.
Natalie felt the pleasure that her customers felt. For some reason, she noticed that she only felt the need to help the men, but the thrill she got out of serving her customers was more than enough to outweigh that insignificant detail. Only it wasn’t just pleasure that Natalie felt. With each customer she served, her arousal grew. By lunch, she was sure that it was obvious her nipples were hard. By four o’clock, Natalie could barely keep her hands from unconsciously stroking herself.
By the time she closed the store, she needed relief. Natalie let everyone else go, promising to lock the place up, which she did with herself still inside. She slipped to her boss’s office. There was a couch there. She stripped totally. Completely nude, she lay on the couch. She began thinking of all the men she served. This was WillKiller. He was somehow to blame for this, and she would have to... have to... thank him.
Natalie hands roamed her body, and she was lost in the sensations that she felt. She imagined his hands roaming her body. Of him touching her, without her consent because he didn’t need it. He was in charge, and she obeyed him. With that thought everything went to darknessas her body convulsed and exploded in orgasm, she awakened a few minutes later with a pleasurable tingle still lurking in her pussy. Those thoughts... they were just her oversexed pussy’s way of getting some relief. She was at least able to cum again without chatting without chatting with WillKiller. She was in control again, and that was what mattered as she slowly regained her senses.
Natalie arrived home to find that Sarah had cooked dinner. Each took their turns, but with the craziness of the past few days, neither had taken their turn. Sarah was waiting at the table with a good book. She always did know how to make things like dinner look so easy when it was so hard for Sarah to manage even simple meals. For some reason, this really bothered her tonight. Someone in her position should be able to cook, but her position? Natalie shook her head. She had to find a way out of this...
As they ate, they chatted about their day. Natalie started by letting Sarah know that they had a hot, new neighbor. They both talked about ways to get to know him a little better, though Sarah had yet to see any sign of him in the building. Then, Natalie’s day, of course, had been quite interesting, and like any good friend, she told Sarah all the details, except about her quick “stress break” in her boss’s office. Sarah was fascinated but also curious.
“What’s the sudden interest in serving customers? I thought you’d finally gotten high enough you didn’t have to do that too much?” Sarah asked.
“I am. It’s just those other two girls don’t do anything to help anyone out. We aren’t losing business, but it definitely isn’t picking up. I just thought I should do something. Besides, it was actually kind of fun getting bossed around all day, relaxing, in its own way.” Natalie said feeling a little pleasure in just saying it.
Sarah laughed and sat back in her chair, “You’re crazy. What have you been on the past few days???”
“Nothing... just working on a... research project for a rally I’m thinking about holding. Trust me.” Natalie said with the best reassuring smile she could muster, but the truth was that was a bold face lie.
Natalie looked at the clock, almost 7pm. “Speaking of which, I need to work on it for about an hour and a half... can I have a little privacy?” Why did she say that? What did she need privacy for? Sarah rolled her eyes and nodded. It was clear that she didn’t believe a word of this, but she was willing to play along, for now at least.
Natalie went into her room. It was still a little bit of a mess. She really needed to clean it up, but she had to get onto her computer first. She had to get back to that chat room. She prayed WillKiller would... no, wouldn’t be there. She needed to find someone who could undo all of this. She booted it up and logged on. She was looking for someone to chat with when she saw he was online. How did he know she was going to be online tonight?
<WillKiller> Hello.
<MaidForYou> Hi
Why was she talking to him? Couldn’t she just ignore him for once? Well, it was too late now. She’d have to chat with him one more night, but this was the last time.
<WillKiller> How was your day?
A simple enough question, but it had a complex answer. Natalie again sprang into all the details about her day, this time not even excluding cumming before she came home.
<WillKiller> wow, sounds like you enjoyed your day
<MaidForYou> I did actually. It was very exciting.
<WillKiller> do you feel submissive or out of control?
<MaidForYou> no, not really, just a little over-sexed, I guess
Why was she telling him this? Why did she always just answer his questions then think about her responses? What was going on?
<WillKiller> then I guess you still have something to learn
Those were the last words she remembered. She logged off the chat program an hour later. She knew something was missing, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. She got dressed... (when had she stripped?) and went back out to talk with Sarah who by this time was deeply engrossed in some movie.
That was Natalie’s life for the next three days. She woke up twice each morning never remembering the first time she woke up or the e-mail. She found it more pleasurable each day to work with the male customers at the store, and it also became more pleasing to her to even help the female customers and her fellow employees in any task that they wanted help with (which was every task, once they discovered Natalie was so willing to help).
However, she found it more and more difficult to follow their conversations. She had always tried to keep up on the current books, but when those two twits... two lovely, young ladies (WillKiller was insistent that she be respectful to everyone, but why did she obey, again?) began discussing even some of the classics, Natalie found her mind wandering to more pleasurable romance novels. She had taken a sudden interest in them recently. Of course, this only further excluded Natalie from their conversations that they had while Natalie did all the work that they ordered her to do in the store, and every night when Natalie locked up the store, she would have at least one orgasm before leaving.
It was on Wednesday that one of the girls mentioned that she had found some interesting footage on the security tapes the day before when she was reviewing them. Natalie was in shock. Her coworker was staring right at her with a wicked smile. From that moment on, Natalie did everything. Her coworkers knew it all. Natalie was scared and shamed.
Natalie’s home life was the same as well. Each night she arrived home with carry out dinners for her and Sarah or arrived home to another of Sarah’s wonderful dinners, and promptly before seven, she would excuse herself into her room, get online in hopes of finding a way out, and end up chatting with WillKiller each time. Each night the last question he asked was always the same.
<WillKiller> do you feel submissive or out of control?
Tuesday, Natlie lied again. The truth was she knew she was submissive now, but she’d never admit it to him.
<MaidForYou> no, I’m a feminist. I’m in control. I’m not some bimbo that you can boss around.
<MaidForYou> No, no you aren’t, not yet anyways.
And everything faded away.
Wednesday, she wasn’t able to hold the lie anymore, but she didn’t want to be submissive. She didn’t want to just give in. She had to fight.
<WillKiller> do you feel submissive or out of control?
<MaidForYou> I guess, but it’s not right. What’s going on?
<MaidForYou> don’t worry. You’ll understand everything soon enough.
And everything faded away
Thursday, there was no pretense. She was submissive. She was his, but she wasn’t going to give up just yet.
<WillKiller> do you feel submissive or out of control?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> who do you submit to?
<MaidForYou> you
<WillKiller> do you enjoy your submission so far?
<MaidForYou> yes, very much
<WillKiller> are you ready to submit even more deeply?
<MaidForYou> what?
<WillKiller> to take your submission to the next level, you only need to do one thing
<WillKiller> give me the password to your e-mail account
Natalie’s mind reeled. She hadn’t e-mailed him from a fake hotmail or yahoo account. She had e-mailed him from her own personal account that her friends and family sent e-mail to. She had already worried enough about him just having that address. She shouldn’t have to expose herself more. She couldn’t... wouldn’t give him that.
<MaidForYou> don’t want to tell you that
<WillKiller> but you want to submit, don't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and you have enjoyed letting me use you, haven't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and you have enjoyed me pushing into your life, making you submit, right?
<MaidForYou> I have
It was undeniable. She had enjoyed all of this, and for better or worse, she did want to submit to this stranger, but she couldn’t take this step. It was just too much.
<WillKiller> then this is the next step in your submission, you want to give me your password, if you want to truly submit
<MaidForYou> must fight this though
<WillKiller> no, you mustn't fight it
It was too late. Natalie saw his last words as she logged off. She was shaking, torn. She wanted to tell him so badly, but she couldn’t expose herself that much. She had already done too much, told him too much. She had to get away. She was almost in tears, but she was still in control.
Friday was the same as every day the past few days had been. Everyone knew she was an airhead now, but it wasn’t true. Natalie still knew everything. She could remember every class, every idea that she learned in college. She remembered and knew about three-quarters of the books in that shop, but when she tried to talk with anyone about them, unless she was helping a customer... her mind just seemed to wander to a more sexual, more enjoyable topic or book.
No one paid her any attention in the shop except the men. There had been a noticeable increase in business. Every man came in with the hope of getting Natalie’s services. She did not flirt. Her clothing styles had barely changed. She wore only a tasteful amount of make-up. She did not even give men too much of a view of her cleavage, but she paid rapt attention to them. To many men, just the ego boost that they got from her teasing attention was worth much more than the price of a book.
They came in one after the other. Some men stared lewdly. Some men casually brushed up against her. The only man to get escorted out of the store was the one who openly groped her breast and only then because her supervisor, nor one of the other girls, saw it and said something (several others had coped more than just a quick feel of her tits... breasts (why was she slipping so much recently?). Natalie, while she didn’t make any flirting or any overt moves, if the customer felt the need to grope her to make his experience the best experience possible. She couldn’t understand or explain these feelings any more than she could understand or explain her views on “A Tale of Two Cities” when she tried.
Natalie was also exposed at home. Sarah had confronted her about the amount of orgasms Natalie had been having (those where just the loud ones that Sarah had heard). Some Natalie recalled others she wasn’t so sure of, but so much had happened. The details of the week were all starting to blur. A week ago she had received an invitation to a chat room, and now she was no longer a feminist, no longer in control, and totally exposed to everyone at home and at work. Natalie only hoped that her family didn’t visit.
The only things Natalie did pay much attention to anymore were her growing collection of trashy romance novels and sexy lingerie and her chats with WillKiller. She was submitting to him, and she was enjoying it thoroughly. It was clear in her mind that she wasn’t the smart, clever, independent woman that she had so frantically tried to appear to be. She was only a girl, a submissive girl at the beck and call of WillKiller, a name which more and more seemed so appropriate for him.
Sarah and Natalie had a quiet dinner. At 6:50 Natalie excused herself. There was no explanation, no excuse. She simply closed the door to her room and prayed that Sarah would still be there when she came back out. Natalie’s room and the rest of her apartment were much cleaner. Natalie’s attention to cleanliness and appearance had become a near obsession. Her room was spotless. Her appearance at work and at home had been overdone. She constantly fussed with her make-up or hair, wanting them to look perfect. It was almost silly, even to her.
As Natalie closed the door, she began to strip. Every night, she ended up nude. Tonight, she would start out like he liked her, totally exposed. Natalie put her clothes in the hamper, sat down at her computer, logged into the chat room and waited. WillKiller twice had beaten her to the chat room, and last night, Natalie had waited an hour for a quick chat of just a few minutes. She wasn’t even sure why she was here. She remembered what happened the night before. This guy was a creep that was trying (with way too much success) to take over her life.
While she did want to submit, she wasn’t sure that she was ready to make it quite this real. She still wasn’t going to give him the password. She thought about leaving, but knew she would just come up with a reason to come back. She had already given up hope. She was his. She knew that. This time, he showed up about a minute after she did. She hoped that this session would better than the last one.
<WillKiller> You’re back
<MaidForYou> yes, I am
<WillKiller> well, you want to submit to me, right?
<MaidForYou> right
Why didn’t she, couldn’t she say no?!?
<WillKiller> good girl, are you a feminist?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> does feminism even make sense to you even more?
<MaidForYou> no, it doesn’t...
It was true. She had no idea why she had been a feminist before. She was born to submit, anything else was just selfish. That was one thing that she was sure of now. She tried to think back to her feminist ideals, but the only thing she knew about feminists now were that they were women who wanted people to submit to them, not just be equal. She knew she couldn’t handle that kind of control. She was just a submissive.
<WillKiller> good girl
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> deeper and deeper
<WillKiller> back down into hypnosis
<WillKiller> think back to your scale
<WillKiller> what is it showing now?
<MaidForYou> 5
<WillKiller> good girl
<WillKiller> and you love this, don't you?
<MaidForYou> i dont know
<MaidForYou> seems so intense
<WillKiller> it is intense
<WillKiller> like the pleasure you feel from your orgasms
<WillKiller> those were intense, weren't they?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and your submission, that arouses intense pleasure in you, doesn't it?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> good girl, but you need more, don't you?
<MaidForYou> i dont know, its getting out of hand
<WillKiller> but you want more, you feel it deep in you
<WillKiller> you know you want to give in to your desires
<WillKiller> don't you?
<MaidForYou> i dont know.. so confused
<WillKiller> do you feel the warmth still?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> do you feel the pleasure that hypnosis brings?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> it is addictive, isn't it?
<MaidForYou> yes, does feel a bit that way
<WillKiller> so you can feel the craving even now
<WillKiller> you want more, you know you need more
<WillKiller> you can feel it coming from deep within you
<WillKiller> can't you?
<MaidForYou> yes..
<WillKiller> then, do you remember what you must do to satisfy your craving?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> you must give me the password to your e-mail account, then we can take you even deeper
<WillKiller> because that is what you want
<WillKiller> isn't it?
<MaidForYou> i dont know
<WillKiller> but you feel the need, and you know you want to give in, don't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and you know that all you need to do is type one thing to me and you can go twice as deep
<WillKiller> you can relax twice as much
<WillKiller> just by typing your password
<WillKiller> that is all it takes
<WillKiller> and you want that don't you?
<MaidForYou> i dont know
<MaidForYou> so hard to think
<WillKiller> then don't think
<WillKiller> just give in to the warmth
<WillKiller> let it totally invade you
<WillKiller> let my words take over
<WillKiller> that is what you want, isn't it?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> then let go
<WillKiller> my words are your thoughts
<WillKiller> my words control your mind and your movements
<WillKiller> now feel your hands on the keyboard
<WillKiller> there is one thing in your mind now
<WillKiller> your password
<WillKiller> no matter what you try to type for now
<WillKiller> it will come out as your password
<WillKiller> now type
<WillKiller> and send it to me
<MaidForYou> bronte3
<WillKiller> good girl
<WillKiller> and just as you relax more
<WillKiller> you can feel my control, your submission to me
<WillKiller> slip even deeper
<WillKiller> gain more control, more power in your mind
<WillKiller> can't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> good girl
<WillKiller> now fade back into the warmth, you can type again
<WillKiller> and it feels to good to relax even deeper
<WillKiller> doesn't it?
<MaidForYou> yse
And once more Natalie faded even deeper into the blackness and warmth that held such a strong presence in her mind. What seemed like only a few seconds later, Natalie shook her head. WillKiller had just logged on. She hoped that this session would better than the last one.
<MaidForYou> You’re back
<MaidForYou> yes, I am
<WillKiller> well, you want to submit to me right?
<MaidForYou> right
Why didn’t she say no??
<WillKiller> good girl, are you a feminist?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> does feminism even make sense to you even more?
<MaidForYou> no, it doesn’t...
It was true. She had no idea why she had been a feminist before. She was born to submit, anything else was just selfish. That was one thing that she was sure of now.
<WillKiller> good girl
<WillKiller> then are you ready to take the next step?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> what’s your password?
<MaidForYou> bronte3
Even as Natalie typed it, she could feel a surge of warmth and pleasure. It felt so right to give in. She would do anything WillKiller asked. She was his now. She no longer had any doubts, and the only thing that Natalie feared was not being able to find WillKiller to chat with him again. Her only desire that remained was her desire to please him in all things.
<WillKiller> good girl, there’s only one more thing I need from you
<WillKiller> your consent
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> relax and obey
<WillKiller> deeper and deeper
<WillKiller> back down into this safe, warm, wonderful trance
<WillKiller> deeper and deeper
<WillKiller> with every word
<WillKiller> feels so good to be back into this wonderful state, doesn't it?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and the more you enjoy these sessions
<WillKiller> the more you want another session
<WillKiller> isn't that right?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> it is so addictive, isn't it?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> have you noticed yet that you are having trouble keeping up with smarter conversations?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> has it bothered you?
<MaidForYou> a bit but not really
<WillKiller> well, feel your intelligence slip away a bit more
<WillKiller> you really don't follow news now
<WillKiller> it just bores you
<WillKiller> you prefer, your novels or a good girly magazine
<WillKiller> politics and current events interest you, but you just can't keep up with all of it
<WillKiller> do you understand this?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> do you think that will be noticeable to your waking self will notice?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> have you followed news and politics before now?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> but now the more you try to follow it, the more confused you will become
<WillKiller> now I want you to blank your mind for a moment
<WillKiller> go completely blank
<WillKiller> now picture yourself in your mind
<WillKiller> but there are now two of you
<WillKiller> you see the woman that you were before we started chatting
<WillKiller> a strong, independent feminist
<WillKiller> do you see her?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and on the other side
<WillKiller> nude, wet, and waiting
<WillKiller> not thinking of anything but how to best please me
<WillKiller> the girl that you are now
<WillKiller> do you see her as well?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and then in the center
<WillKiller> a switch
<WillKiller> a switch that I control
<WillKiller> when I type SWITCH OFF
<WillKiller> you will become the woman that you were
<WillKiller> you will remember everything that has happened
<WillKiller> the submission, the control, even the hypnosis
<WillKiller> but you will be returned to that woman
<WillKiller> and when I type SWITCH ON
<WillKiller> you will feel the warmth
<WillKiller> you will feel the pleasure
<WillKiller> and it will sweep away everything but the girl you are now
<WillKiller> and you will become this way again
<WillKiller> do you understand all of this?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> good girl
Everything faded away as Natalie slipped even deeper into her trance. Then, she was looking back at the screen. What had she just been thinking about? He had said something about consent. Why would he need to ask her permission? He was in complete control here.
<WillKiller> I want your opinion on something
<WillKiller> do you enjoy what has happened to you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> SWITCH OFF
The memories, the hypnosis, and the manipulation all came flooding back to Natalie. She was sitting here nude in front of a total stranger. He had done this. He had hypnotized her, confused her. This was all wrong. She had to stop this. He typed something...
<WillKiller> and now do you enjoy what has happened to you?
<MaidForYou> no.....
Of course she didn’t enjoy this. She was a feminist, not the bimbo he was trying to tell her to be, but why was her pussy still wet. She needed time to think, something she hadn’t been able to do in a few days, thanks to this creep.
<WillKiller> well, tell me what you think
<MaidForYou> it was supposed to be fantasy.. role play...
<MaidForYou> you can’t do that for real!
<WillKiller> but you did, not me
<WillKiller> the hypnosis helped but it didn't make you do anything
<WillKiller> part of you wants this, doesn't it?
<MaidForYou> no
It’s not possible. She wouldn’t believe this. She couldn’t believe this. She had to fight. She had to fight.
<MaidForYou> if its me why is your e-mail coverthypnotic?
<WillKiller> oh so we are back to that? ok, well a question, have you covered yourself yet?
<MaidForYou> I was just about to
She hadn’t thought about it. She was too angry... too involved in this argument... too comfortable?
<WillKiller> sure you were...
<WillKiller> and I take it that I was somehow able to make you do all of these things against your will?
<WillKiller> and looking back you don't think you would have enjoyed any of it as you are now?
<MaidForYou> well
<MaidForYou> I like the fantasy
<MaidForYou> I’m not denying that
<MaidForYou> but I don’t want it to happen in real life!
<WillKiller> tell me, what is fantasy for, for just a simple escape or is imagination designed as a tool to test things before you live them out?
<WillKiller> you're smart, figure it out
<MaidForYou> no, it’s an outlet for daily pressures, dreams, scenarios
<WillKiller> ok, well, as I said, if that is how you feel...
<WillKiller> I was afraid I might have influenced you more than necessary
<WillKiller> that is why I'm giving you the choice
<WillKiller> you know everything that has happened
<WillKiller> you know what pleasure you experienced
<WillKiller> and the fun you had
<WillKiller> but you have the choice
<WillKiller> do we continue, or do you walk away free and clear
<WillKiller> I'm giving you the option before I take complete control
<WillKiller> just so you know
<MaidForYou> what do you mean by complete control?
<WillKiller> you saw tonight you gave me your password
<WillKiller> next will be a pic, your number... etc.
<WillKiller> you'll do anything, but you know what I mean
<WillKiller> think about your fantasy
<WillKiller> that is why I have to give you the choice
<WillKiller> I want it to be your own free will
<WillKiller> so there is no doubt in your mind or mine
<MaidForYou> I see
How could this monster be so compassionate? Was all this really her own doing? She knew that she enjoyed the fantasy, but there was just something wrong about allowing herself to become that girl. What would her family, her friends, Sarah say?
Again, it became clear. She wasn’t making this choice. She was letting her mother and her roommate decide for her, again. She had to make this decision or she would never be happy. What would make her happy though?
<WillKiller> so it is your decision, we can leave and chat again if you would like more time, or you can decide now
<WillKiller> but if you leave, please come back because I would want to clean up your mind a little
<WillKiller> so the suggestions don't affect you later
<MaidForYou> what do you mean?
<WillKiller> well, think about it in your mind right now are two people
<WillKiller> the woman you are, and the girl you can be
<WillKiller> if you'll let yourself see it you will know what I mean
<WillKiller> do you see it?
<MaidForYou> yes
Natalie had forgotten. She could see both. She could see herself in turmoil, in a struggle, only dreaming. Then, she could see a bimbo. A girl with no will and no worries that was so happy just to be able to obey. She lost herself in orgasms. She enjoyed life and didn’t give a second thought to what others thought, except one. She was totally devoted to this man, to WillKiller.
<WillKiller> that's why if you want to choose to be this version of yourself
<WillKiller> I want to clean up what I changed you into
<WillKiller> you'll have the memories but not be that person anymore
<WillKiller> so it is your choice
<MaidForYou> not be her at all?
<WillKiller> well, as much as you are now, but you won't become the full persona
<WillKiller> she's in you
<WillKiller> and she may come out again
<WillKiller> but not by accident or a mistake on my part
<WillKiller> all I did was set her free
<WillKiller> well, time to choose, yes or no
The choice was left to Natalie. To be free and in a constant struggle against her own desires or to be some submissive bimbo that did everything she was told by a stranger. No, she was free. She was strong. She hadn’t survived this long as a feminist to be dragged down by some wannabe.
But her mother had said... if she doubted, was she even a real feminist? NO! She wasn’t going to let someone else make this decision. She had to make it. Tough choice, freedom or slavery. Should be easy, right? Why was it so hard for her? Her mind was getting clouded again. She was horny. Why?
She couldn’t let this happen. Her horniness was getting the best of her she wanted to cum. Not again, she had to stop this now. She wanted to let go. She wanted to be free. She wanted to be free to do as she was told. She wanted to make her own decisions. She wanted WillKiller to make her decisions. She had to get her life pulled back together to show people that she wasn’t just the bimbo she had been, that she wanted to be... no, she was strong. She was not a bimbo. She was a slut, a weak, submissive, slut. Thoughts swirled faster and faster through her mind. She could barely hold a thought in her mind before another took its place.
In the end, the swirl of thoughts faded to a single answer. She knew that the choice was a joke. Slavery or freedom. There was only one answer for her. Natalie typed an answer and sent it. She had made her choice.
(What’s your choice? Will the story end? What will happen next? Who is WillKiller? Let me hear from you. Your feedback may well decide.)