Stories by MzDominica’s slaves, followers and fans
Deeply sleepy I lay there in a slightly feverish state half fantasizing half hallucinating. Drifting and floating in another world my body felt not only numb but like it was so weak it was traveling with My soul to whatever plane or dimension these visions were taking place at. Swooning at the pace My body felt as if it was dropping deeper and deeper into this unknown place with floating scenes I could join if I wished, small portal windows allowing me to view before entering images from My past and future titillating My curiosity and sexuality. I see him there peering back at Me as if he also sees the portal and me staring into his eyes as I did so many times in the past. The haunted look never has left his eyes since the day I met him that spooky half alert half scared haze he lives in. I can see Myself swinging the giant black smoke crystal ball before his eyes back and forth, back and forth on a big silver shiny chain. His eyes now glazing more and more. I see his vision is not torn between My huge breasts and the exquisite piece of crystal anymore now their totally fixated on the crystal so shiny and glittering light off the walls and his face. Number and heavier I hear My own sexy voice saying even though I can not feel My lips moving I recognize My voice instantly from the many sound tapes I had to edit in the venture of collecting My own tiny army of believers. Back and forth your eyes becoming sooo heavy the longer you stare at the ball swinging back and forth like a warm wave rushing through your limp lifeless body unable to break the daze My voice has cocooned you in back and forth with the pace of your breathing each breath out dropping you deeper and deeper into the haze of trance down now down deeper and deeper back and forth eyes so heavy as you sleep now.
With completely closed eye lids he spoke and the first voice other than that of My twin I am watching resonates within the small cubicle rather meekly, “i must obey Dominica” over and over and over again chanting like a possessed man My heart is now racing and I am not sure why. Deja vue it seems I know this scene from somewhere. I am not leaving to the next portal yet I want to know what happens I hear someone calling Me from outside the dream bubble I have escaped inside of and I do not answer I simply ignore their pleas.
I can see My black roll around suitcase lying on the bed open and it is filled with leather and little zip lock bags. I know the contents of this bag intimately I have used it and packed it many times I think to Myself but I don’t remember ever using the long thin paddle to fuck his ass, I am not familiar with using it in that manner at all yet there I am sexy booted foot on a chair seat and the other on the floor as I am bent over his doubled body, limbs bound to the feet of the chair not easily not lovingly but forcefully fucking his perfectly firm ass with the paddle I usually use for bare palms. I think to Myself I am so perverted this is what started My life in this direction in the first place My need and desire to reduce a mans strength to the point he will allow anything to be done to him and I mean a n y t h i n g.
He is moaning and sort of whimpering he likes it his throbbing dripping cock head tells on Him how MUCH he likes it but the sounds escaping his sexy lips give away the fact that this is pretty close to his pain threshold yet I continue to pump and fuck him hard and relentless that same way I Myself have been fucked and enjoyed so many times. I wonder how much more he can take when I hear My own voice say loudly literally commanding “CUM NOW” a shriek from his lips and I say “STOP” just as quickly, he is now crying. I want to lick his tears, to drink them and enjoy the release and total feeling of helplessness but I am frozen by My own malicious sexual torment of this perhaps not so well deserving bitch although, he did cry.
My body which followed My spirit here has its mouth hanging open in disbelief as I watch myself lube up a pool ball, a shiny black 8 ball to be exact. I can feel My own pussy clench up and become very wet at even the though of this boy filled in such a manner to watch My own pain staking coating of the ball and the latex gloves that pull him wide open now makes Me think he must be creaming himself right now to be exposed like this. Somehow, I don’t think he can take that entire ball but I watch in amazement as I push and twist push and twist slowly opening his ass until he is only moaning as it slowly descends deep inside of him finally disappearing altogether from sight.
I watch in amazement as the cue ball is now in her hand a wry grin on My face almost threatening and laughing at the same time… “BEG for it slut” I know My own ears are not defying Me as he whimpers and begs for another huge round heavy sphere to be pushed inside of him filling and fucking him without any mercy. This one is a little trickier as the first pool ball must be pushed further inside as this one is slowly fucked into his I am quite sure sore ass by now. As soon as the balls were inside She said sit up now and I realized she did not tie his hands down he had to make himself stay in that position and not move that is almost torture. To be tied down and have things done to you is easy there is nothing you can do about it but I find it a real mind fuck to be forced to not move to have mind over matter and take it like a man or bitch whichever may be the case!
I watch quietly as one of the tiny zip lock bags is chosen and tossed to the slave. Upon opening the red satin panties were a bit of a shock for him in his hazed and overly stuffed state after releasing his ankles from the chair he simply put them on and began to dance around like a tart. Dominica sat down and opened Her arms for the sex slave to come to Her and it did go to her and knew its place on Her knee. As My eyes began to flutter I could feel Myself floating through the door and into the body of My counterpart. Not simply trading places but sliding inside of her sharing the same space with another of My lives and touching the sex slaves nipples I find My desire fanned and heated. Deeper and deeper I feel My own mouth moving and My own tongue and lips forming the words “Worship, Follow, and Obey”, “deeeeeeper, siiinkkerrr”, as My mouth begins to gently place love bites all over his chest and neck. I can feel him shake under My touch as My knee begins to bounce up and down, up and down.
Louder gasps escape sex slaves mouth as the pool balls collide deep within his body clink clink clink he is squirming and verbally begging and pleading to cum now. Trying in vain to ball up on My lap to somehow curl up to stop the strong and forceful sensation I whisper in his ear “never cum without My permission you will learn NEVER to cum without My permission bitch” and that’s when I remembered this is how I taught him never to cum without My permission. This is what it took for him to understand I will not tolerate it he had to be sexually tortured to get the point. Sometimes hypnosis is not enough sometimes it takes physical training to get My point across and I do believe he is getting it. Up and down Up and down clink clink clink. Fist fucking his cock with My hand filled with lube also up and down up and down and still clink clink clink. He will learn. Hours of sexual torment without release will force him to learn but he WILL learn this lesson.
Oh yes, he will…
One way or another…
The sleepy dream of a Hypnotic Dominatrix drugged on NyQuil where will My mind float to next?
Staring into the portal, I can see Myself awakening to the gentle but persistent sound of metal tapping on the leg of My iron bed. Realizing an escape attempt is underway I reach over quickly grasping the small black remote control on the bedside table and ZZZZZAAAPPP. His yelp notifies me the device is working perfectly. No escape, there is no escape from the compound not today not tomorrow not EVER. his face and mouth finds the soles of My feet instantly he knows where he belongs this is after all what he begged and pleaded for to live in controlled captivity.
Basking in the morning rays of sun invading the quiet bedroom, I usually choose for slumber each night I feel the influence of heat on My sexy rested skin. Rays of sunlight lay across My milky soft legs as they swing their way to the side of the bed suddenly depriving the slave of My toes. Pushing My long slender feet into the fluffy slippers laid neatly on the white rug I push the release button and the slave no longer has to fight to get away from the bed he is instantly freed.
Freedom is a funny thing you can get too much of it and you can get too little of it its a very precarious balance act to get just the right amount as slave boy here does. I kiss him dead on the lips and utter one single word “Breakfast” slips from My lips as I find My feet and begin My day. slave boy scuttles out of the room now “free” to move about why am I not surprise he is not trying to escape, he only tries to escape when he knows he can’t because he likes the fight but doesn’t really want to escape and knowing this makes me happy because it is breakfast time and he is the one that makes it!
Striding still half asleep into the office area, I begin opening e-mails and checking on My other followers, worshippers, ah lets say it like it is SLAVES. My all to short cut night dresses (My favorite garments to wear) make My legs lay on the leather chairs seat and because of My choice in panties so do My curvy ass cheeks thinking to Myself how much I love the feel of leather close to My sex. The slave carrying a silver tray with a single purple orchid bloom, a paper, and a small breakfast of toast and fruit interrupts Me.
Mmmmm I think as I eye first the tray then slaves locked up sex. Giggling, I reach out and in one single stroke of My long manicured red nails make it hard as a rock inside its housing. Teasing, “I like it to stay hard for Me even in that chastity belt you must obey Dominica”. Instantly his words echo into My ears “i must obey Dominica i must obey Dominica i must obey Dominica” his mantra has begun. His eyes roll up in his head I know he’s staring at the flashing sign I hung just last night on the inside of his forehead blinking, blinking, blinking BLANK is written in big capital letters on the neon lighted sign. Framed by the darkness of space, he is singularly focused on My command blinking inside his own mind, exposing it to My power and will, raping what self control he ever owned.
My sweet sexy though raspy after long periods of sleep voice sounds sexy and demanding as I say only one word “orange” and he rushes to Me dropping to his knees and reaches up to My mouth with a single orange slice. My tongue slips out and slides down his finger as I take the slice from him noting how it makes his cock twitch when I lick his skin. I can see the tray doing a balancing act on his knee as he feeds me assorted pieces of fruit and a half a piece of toast.
Breakfast half way over I say softly, “bowl” as I hold out My hand. he hands Me the bowl with a trembling hand he knows this must spell trouble for him because I never touch dinnerware as Goddesses are meant to be fed like royalty. “Put the tray down and turn around” I can hear almost echo off the bare walls of this room I choose to do My computer work in. Standing now faced away from Me he must think he knows what’s coming, laughing inside I take one piece of fruit after another and slide them into My wet sexy pussy so turned on in the morning this slave knows something is coming but he has no idea what. I take a single capsule and slide it down the center of a thick banana slice and it is the last thing to go into My pussy and I can imaging the first thing he will retrieve ~
My long legs spread wide as My ass is pushed to the end of the seat again a single word escapes My still sleepy lips “suck” and this prompts him to fall to his knees and turn to the amazing site of My pussy filled with his breakfast. On some days I might slide the fruit into one of his orifices force feeding his breakfast to him so fast he cant chew well but the fact is I’m forcing it quickly so he will not notice the pill. Never in his life will he know what’s inside that pill, I could force him to simply swallow it each morning but what fun would that be?
The fact is slipping the pill in; literally sneaking it into his body each day is quite pleasurable for Me. I enjoy having this much control over the slave and I really enjoy how he is hungrily eating the fruit like a starving man obsessed. Whispering slowly almost inaudibly “obsessed, obsessed, obsessed” as he greedily attacks My pussy Oh yes laying My head back feeling so wonderful so very sexy and powerful I want to cum so badly on that orange the first piece to go in but I don’t I wait he doesn’t deserve it yet today. his long tongue reaching and reaching pulling one small piece of fruit at a time out of My wet sweet slit. With the last piece stolen from My sweet hiding place he swallows one last time, looks up at me and proclaims ” I missed the cherry” then promptly attaches his mouth to My clit and begins to SUCK so hard My hands find his head instinctively pushing at it not wanting it to stop but it HAS to stop its too much ooooooooo My Goddessssss!!!! Having pushed his head with the octopus suction away, I stand now bright red on the verge of cumming and sharply arch My eye brow toward him.
He knows the game and he knows it well. We have been together long enough now that he knows what I like what makes Me cum easily truth is I love the surprise but in that one action he took power and he is starting right now to realize his mistake, power in My world is lent to you its never EVER taken… With trembling very horny legs I make My way on high heels having dropped My robe in the chair clad with only a thong for clothing click clack click clack click clack heading for the dungeon.
I realize most homes don’t have a dungeon or even a playroom My house however does. It has had one for going on six years now as a restless and passionate Gemini I find it is a necessity for My perfect fulfillment in live. Everyday I live to be fulfilled and happy and in many ways these are My life toys floggers, plugs, whips, elixirs, and this amazing piece of furniture My last live in slave purchased for Me. I point now to the black leather clad sawhorse and slave mounts it flawlessly. Staring at him on that horse, I realize this is what he wants he wants Me to attack his body but I am going to attack his mind. Locking each cuff to the corner o hooks in each leg of the horse and having learned from various escape artists I have owned pad locks are a MUST! Quick release is not in order here in any way shape or form no I am going to push him and push him HARD this time he will learn and he will obey.
Sliding the black helmet over his head and positioning it just perfectly so he can hear My commands perfectly, see the screen inside straight smell the scents I pipe in and taste the flavored mist I will squirt at his lips he is now ready to be programmed. Learning is a process that for some is easy and others harder to grasp. As I turn the mp3 on to the speakers inside the helmet I realize this time he needs a more direct approach something a bit more customized and staring down at the remote screen before me I punch in one word cherry. An array of options comes up and I choose floating cherries by pressing the option on the touch screen.
The word cherries escapes My lips and is piped into his ears cherries, cherries, more cherries Mmmmm” I tease in a sultry voice. “Obey cherries” is typed across the screen in red letters as My voice simultaneously speaks the words I type into the screen prompter. My left hand wraps around his throbbing and dripping captured cock mostly encased in a clear durable chastity belt. It hurts a bit when it swells with blood and tries to grow hard it does get hard for about thirty seconds then it has to let out half the blood. I’m sure he is mentally begging it to go down and stop torturing his body and mind at the same time. He is moaning now and My fingers and lips create the same words at the same time presenting his choices to him “WORSHIP FOLLOW OBEY the CHERRY”, watching as he begins to shake My curiosity is piqued so I simply must press the scent button and the scent of wild cherries is sent into the helmet. “WORSHIP FOLLOW OBEY the CHERRY” is presented in voice and typed words on the screen again then “BLANK” flashes repeatedly in different colors accompanied by My voice
Scrolling down the screen before his eyes so very colorful so very strong it sends him reeling down, down deeper and deeper so hard to keep his eyes open now but he has no choice each time they close for more than a momentary blink a loud piercing noise he is all too familiar with screams into his ears forcing him to keep his eyes open and watch the commands streaming so fast now he becomes dizzy and a little nauseous as the feeling of a roller coaster takes him over down, down, down deeper down yesssssss he is in a deep state of confused trance now and I introduce the taste of cherries to his lips a short strong spray of cherry hits his dry lips forcing him to lick at the moisture yet it’s a trick it smells like cherries but when his tongue tastes the mist laid thick on his lips it is actually My pussy juice mixed with the essence of cherry. OBSESSED flashes and sounds in the helmet strong and fast he begins to flail his hips wanting so badly to cum knowing his is unable to until I decide.
“Who controls the CHERRIES?” Stammering he replies “Mmmmistress Dominica does” all to eagerly. “CHERRIES drug you and make you into a robot when you are awake, a perfectly obedient mechanical robot don’t they pet”? “yyyeessss Mistress” he replies in a very strange voice stiff and unfeeling. His body now tenses up as I type in “robot obeys perfectly” he begins the chant “robot obeys perfectly” over and over again as I remove the helmet and unlock him from the horse.
“Get up now robot” I say in an unfeeling sharp tone. Instantly and stiffly he stands making small jerky movements as he does so. Staring into his eyes I see the film of unfamiliar consciousness he doesn’t know who he is, where he is, in fact he only knows Me right now perfect focus this is My oasis of control and power. Reaching down, unlocking his chastity belt, and laying it on the table his sex instantly fills and becomes hard from only the touch of My hand removing the device. Snapping My finger I say the words “wide awake” and the old person I knew comes to the surface panting with words flying to his mouth so fast I am actually amazed at the speed they fall from his tongue “please, oh please Mistress may I cum oh please ma’am it is gone I implore u please let me cum”. A simple and definite “no” escapes My lips followed with one other word “follow.”
Sauntering into the bedroom I speak short one word orders, “outfit number 12″ and he scampers off on his knees to retrieve the outfit walking back to ensure no wrinkles he begins to dismantle the ensemble from the hanger first the jacket is laid over the bed and watching him and his delicate gentle movements with My clothing I have a moment to reflect on the training I have accomplished with this pliant domestic sex slave. Sliding the black slip dress over My arms and head he pulls it down to just above My knees. Sliding around the back of Me tucking the tag down in the back of My dress the jacket follows now then a quick yet thorough lint brushing. I sit on the end of My bed as He meticulously rolls the thigh high stockings into two hands so that they can be pulled straight onto My legs just so yes just how I like them… and high black pumps almost finish My ensemble as he buckles each ankle into the shoes.
Grabbing My black clutch purse I walk to the closet and pull out what this slave rarely gets to wear clothes. Tossing a previously prepared outfit to him he quickly dresses and we are in the car driving down the road in less than five minutes. I can see the obvious discomfort of not having the chastity device on him he is simply not used to it not being there and especially it not being there in a nonsexual situation is taking a toll on him mentally. I know he wants no needs desperately to cum. What has it been 12 days now since I let him have an orgasm and all the while teasing and taunting him mercilessly. Long periods of oral sex performed on me as I get off over and over again leaves him in quite a state but owning and controlling that cock is the only real way to control the men inside for he is ruled by his dick.
To say that I drive aggressively would be an understatement. So its no surprise to me that he has his seat belt on whenever I am driving this makes Me chuckle as I watch him struggle with the release Oh he really is pre occupied with that hard cock hehehe. Sitting gathering My things as he walks around the car and opens My door for me I pop out of the car ready to have some fun. “Follow”, I command as I walk upright and perhaps a bit righteous into the grocery store not even having to look back to see if he is following I know damn well he is.
The cold of the air inside the grocery store makes My nipples hard but I don’t notice much I am headed straight for the fruit section and standing at the area housing the fresh cherries I look back into his face to see the horror of his mistake dawned upon him. Never again will he see, smell, taste, touch, or hear the word cherry and not feel this shocked embarrassed feeling again. Reaching down pulling one cherry out of the top bag, I pop it between My lips and bite off the half with the stem and putting the half with the pit into his mouth. Putting My hands on My hips pulling the black jacket back to reveal My rock hard nipples on more than ample tits My mouth moves in odd ways and suddenly between My teeth I produce a knotted up cherry stem.
Reaching out to his mouth again I pull it open and spit the cherry stem knotted like a tiny pretzel into his sexy mouth and smirk at him. He can’t hold it back anymore he cums himself without even a touch to his weakened dependant cock. This fact is proven by the wet spot seeping through his pants now as his face reddens even more the embarrassment cant touch the sexual excitement he is experiencing right now in My gaze. “you will learn” I whisper into his ear seeing him tense up into a robotic pose following me about the grocery store as I point out cherry muffin mix, cherry yogurt, cherry bomb candies, and I even purchased a bottle of maraschino cherries for later but that’s another portal.
MzDominica’s Double Play
“Going to be in town on Saturday. If you are interested in playing some games, I’m available for an appointment.”
That’s what the text message said. And it was from MzDominica, so Richard was paying attention. He noticed a few unusual things about it immediately. First of all, it was not phrased as a command. As one who had submitted to the hypnotic charms of MzDominica for a while, he had been conditioned to obey Her (he always thought of her with the capital H, of course). She was always careful not to enslave her subjects TOO much; a prosperous, happy slave with a life of his own was much more valuable to her than a full time one, and she believed in taking a long-term point of view.
From his experience, this could only mean one thing: She was going to perform an experiment, and he was going to be the guinea pig. She had, of course, picked the right subject. Richard, a sometime hypnotist himself, was always
interested in trying out new things. And MzDominica had never betrayed his trust before, so he decided to take Her bait.
He texted back: “Thank You, Mistress. Any time You’d like would be fine. May i ask what sort of games You are talking about?”
The reply came quickly. “Cum in at 2PM. The usual hotel. And I’m bringing someone with me.”
Richard replied, simply, “i must obey Dominica.” This was MzDominica’s most common mantra, the standard reply that her slaves and subs gave when replying to a request/command. And he was definitely excited. He had numerous fantasies about threesomes; not the usual ones, but of being dominated by two Mistresses simultaneously. He was looking forward to the experience, but wondered who the other Mistress would be. MzDominica had taken on apprentices in the past, but She currently had been acting solo. He figured that this must be a training session for a new apprentice. If so, it would make things easier. MzDominica had a standing command for her more devoted slaves that they must obey the “Hypnotic Allure Ladies”, the term she used for her apprentices on her mzdominica.com website.
He appeared at MzDominica’s hotel room promptly at 2PM. He nervously knocked on the door, knowing that his willpower was about to disappear and be replaced by pure pleasure. MzDominica answered. She was a blond goddess, 6 feet tall and dressed in black leather; a black leather top, a short black leather skirt, and knee high shiny black leather boots. The last were significant; Richard had a boot fetish, and MzDominica strengthened it, hypnotically, until Richard would go into trance at just the sight of those boots. Which he did, greeting her with, “Must obey Dominica. Must obey Dominica’s Boots.” Somehow, he managed to say “boots” in such a way that the capital B was clear. MzDominica laughed, gently, and said, “You see, I told you he would be a good start.”
In the room, there was a young woman, who looked very much like a younger version of MzDominica. She was dressed identically to MzDominica, but in white leather instead of black. “This is Mistress Daizy Chain.” she told Richard. “You may recall my mentioning Her to you. She’s my daughter.” This confused Richard. He knew MzDominica had a daughter, but he had thought of her as a young teenager, but the beautiful woman sitting on the bed was clearly an adult.
MzDominica saw the look of confusion on his face and smiled. “Yes, she’s been an adult for a while, and as a summer job, she’s going to be assisting me. She’s already a first class hypnotist; we’re going to see if she wants to go into the family business. You’re so heavily conditioned that I thought you would make an good first subject for Her.” MzDominica took another look at Richard’s face, and at a certain bulge in his pants, smiled again, and said, “Yes, I see you think so too. By the way, to help things along, I want you to know that I bought those boots Mistress Daizy is wearing.”
That was enough; Richard went into his standard submissive posture, on his knees, with his forearms on the ground, and his head bowed down towards Mistress Daizy. “Must obey Dominica’s Boots. Must obey Dominica. Must obey Mistress Daizy.”
“Very good, slave boy.” replied MzDominica, as a wave of pleasure swept through Richard, as always happened when he was complimented by his Mistress. Mistress Daizy looked a bit uncomfortable, so MzDominica told her, “Don’t worry. Remember, he has been serving me for 5 years; he has been thoroughly conditioned to my control. Haven’t you, boot slut?”
Richard was one of the few slaves to whom MzDominica had assigned a slave name: “boot slut.” Lower case, of course. He was already going into deep trance, so he immediately replied with his mantra, “boot slut must obey Dominica.” MzDominica smiled again.
“OK, Daizy, take him for a test spin. Try out a game of ‘Daizy Says’.”
Mistress Daizy spoke for the first time. In spite of her preparation for this, she was still a bit nervous. But the nervousness dissolved, when she said, “Daizy says, stand up!” and Richard jumped to attention, and said, “Must obey Mistress Daizy.”
She tried a series of commands. “Daizy says, sit down!” Richard obediently sat on the floor, repeating his new mantra.
“Daizy says, put your hand on your head!” Richard immediately put his right hand on his head. “Daizy says, stand up!”
Richard awkwardly stood up, his hand still on his head. “Sunny says, take off your shoes.!” Richard complied. “Daizy says, take off your shirt and pants!” Richard did, revealing that the only underwear he had on was a pair of black pantyhose. He blushed a bit, but Daizy knew that he, and many other of her mother’s slaves were required to wear pantyhose as a sign of submission, and were conditioned to be excited by it. Mistress Daizy was also enjoying hearing the phrase, “Must obey Mistress Daizy” again and again.
“Daizy says, get on your hands and knees!” Richard went down on his hands and knees. “Daizy says, bark like a dog!”
Richard started barking, without saying, “Must obey Mistress Daizy” something which is rather difficult to do when barking like a dog. “Daizy says, stop barking.” and he did, repeating his mantra this time. She got a little bolder and stuck out her foot. “Daizy says, kiss the toe of my boot!” A huge smile appeared on Richard’s face, as he was being forced to do something he loved to do anyway, and said, “boot slut most obey Mistress Daizy!” and started enthusiastically kissing her boot. “Cum, slave, cum!” said Mistress Daizy, and Richard said, while continuing to kiss the boot, “boot slut must obey Mistress Daizy.” and his hips started shaking in pleasure, when both MzDominica and Mistress Daizy yelled, “STOP!”
Richard stood stark still. The vehemence of the commands had pushed him a little out of the trance he had been in. He wondered what had happened, but Mistress Daizy explained with a big smile on her face. “I didn’t say, ‘Daizy says!’ The game is over. Now, wake up!”
Richard was shocked. He was out of trance, now, and feeling very confused. He had been brought to the very edge of ecstasy, and then rudely pulled back. But all he could think to say was, “Must obey Mistress Daizy.” He hoped that would help a little.
MzDominica said, “Well, he broke the rules. What do you think we should do about that?”
Mistress Daizy replied, “I think a punishment is in order, here.”
“What do you think a good punishment would be?” asked MzDominica. But her smile made it clear that she knew very well what it was going to be.
“I think I would like to try out the remote control.” said Mistress Daizy. Richard knew very well what remote control that was. One of MzDominica’s many pre-recorded trances had created a virtual collar he “wore” around his neck. It was activated by a remote control, which had a number of purposes. The first one was that it allowed MzDominica to control his emotions. “Stand up, Richard.”
“Yes, Mistress.” he replied, obediently. He stood up.
“Look into my eyes.” Mistress Daizy commanded, and he looked. “You know MzDominica has commanded you to obey me. You MUST obey Mistress Daizy!”
“i must obey Mistress Daizy.”
She then proceeded to weave a hypnotic trance around him. MzDominica had been right; she WAS an expert. She continued to cast her spell around him, watching him. When she saw him resist, she let him until the resistance started slipping, then she pulled him in, exhausting his ability to resist. Even someone who had never been hypnotized would have fallen into her spell; with Richard, it was a matter of only a few minutes before she had a direct line to his subconscious.
“I am holding the remote control for your collar. Zap! Happy! You are happy I have control of your collar.”
A look of happiness came on Richard’s face, as he truly felt happy. “i am happy You have control of my collar.”
“You have been disobedient. Zap! Sad! You are sorry that you have been disobedient.
Tears appeared in Richard’s eyes. He sobbed, “i am sad because i have been disobedient.”
“You will have to be punished. Zap! Happy! You are happy that you will be able to make it up to us!”
Richard’s face broke into a smile again. “i am happy that i will be able to make it up to You!”
“Zap! Confused! Which of us is your Mistress?”
A look of confusion went on Richard’s face. He saw in front of him the two Goddesses. One in black, one in white. He was MzDominica’s slave. But he was Mistress Daizy’s slave, too. “i must obey Dominica i must obey Daizy i must obey Dominica i must obey Daizy…”
“Zap! Calm. You are a slave. We are both Your Mistress. All you need to do is obey.”
Richard calmed as he said, “i must obey.”
“Very good, boot slut. Zap! Love. You love both of us.”
And a look of complete reverence came on Richard’s face. “i love MzDominica. i love Mistress Daizy. I worship, follow and obey MzDominica. i worship, follow, and obey Mistress Daizy.” It all made sense to him, now.
“But we still have your punishment to consider. I’ve always liked shooting galleries. Don’t you like them, Mom?”
MzDominica smiled. If Richard had been able to think, it would have been clear that this was planned in advance.
“Absolutely!” she said. “But what can we use for the bear?”
They both looked at Richard. “Go to the corner. Walk along that wall to the other side of the room. But every time one of us hit you, you are to stop, yell “ouch!” turn around, and keep walking.”
Richard obediently walked to the corner. He started walking.
“ZZZZZZZZAP!” said Daizy. Yet another of his triggers. When he heard MzDominica, and now Mistress Daizy, say “zap” that way, he would feel a powerful electric shock through his penis. The command was part of a hypnotic chastity belt he wore, but now it was being used for a new purpose.
“Ouch!” he yelled, turned around, and started walking in the other direction.
“ZZZZZZZZAP!” said MzDominica, and Richard was again hit.
Back and forth he walked, with one “ZZZZZZZZAP!” after another, like a wind-up toy. His mind became completely clouded; his entire existence was walking and shocks going through his system.
But, after what seemed like an eternity, they stopped, and Richard finally reached the wall. By this time, he was near an automaton state, blankly waiting their next command.
Mistress Daizy was really enjoying herself. “Here’s a game we haven’t played since I was a little girl!” she said. “Let’s play dress-up doll.”
“And where will we find a doll to play with?” asked MzDominica.
Even through the fog his mind had become, Richard knew where they were going to get a doll.
“Let me handle this one.” said MzDominica. About 3 years before, she had convinced Richard to try out her feminization trances. Unlike most men who had listened to them, he had not been previously turned on by the idea of temporarily having a woman’s body. But he wasn’t turned off by the idea either, so MzDominica had promised him that if he didn’t like it, she would remove the commands. A little bit at a time, MzDominica had turned increased the new fetish, and ever since, kind of wavered between being one of her boy slaves, and one of her feminized slave girls. This discomfort made it much more fun for MzDominica, especially since the discomfort turned him on far more than the feminization did.
“Time for MzDominica to give you some SUGAR, boot slut.” Normally, Richard would react to his trigger by feeling a sort of phantom woman’s body around him. But he had been taken down so far, that this time, he felt a real transformation.
He breasts and posterior grew, his penis and waist shrink, his hair grow long, and, in between his legs, a slick, dripping, vagina. He went on his knees, and said “boot slut must obey Dominica and Daizy”. He heard his voice go to a high, but not a falsetto, register.
“Here’s a nice top!” said Mistress Daizy, putting a yellow spandex top on boot slut. “Look at her nice little titties!”
“Stand up, boot slut!” commanded MzDominica, as she had him slip into a tight, matching short skirt. He wiggled his ass with pleasure, as Dominica and Daizy laughed, although he did not quite understand why.
“Do you think a little makeup would help?” asked Mistress Daizy.
“I think it’s a good idea.” replied MzDominica, and they proceeded to apply lipstick, eye shadow, and other cosmetics to Richard’s face, and placed a wig on his head. They put artificial nails on his fingers. His toes were already painted, because of previous commands.
“And now, for a special treat.” said MzDominica, and pulled out a pair of knee-high high-heeled brown boots. “Put these on, boot slut!” Waves of pleasure went though boot slut’s mind as he/she put on the boots. “Remember,” said MzDominica. “These boots are MINE. You must obey my boots!”
“Must obey MzDominica’s Boots.” said boot slut.
“This means that you are not wearing My Boots. My Boots are wearing you! You feel them taking you over. You are now just a doll, for Mistress Daizy and me to play with.”
“i am a little doll, for MzDominica and Mistress Daizy to play with.” repeated boot slut.
“There is a string attached to you. When one of us says something, and then says, string!, you will repeat what we just said.”
“Yes, Mistress”, said boot slut.
“I am a little dolly. String!” said Mistress Daizy.
“i am a little dolly!” said boot slut, in a childish, high-pitched voice.
“Will you play with me? String!” said MzDominica.
“Will you play with me?” said boot slut.
“Math is hard! String!” said Mistress Daizy.
“Math is hard!” said boot slut.
“Look at yourself in the mirror, boot slut!” said MzDominica. He looked, and saw a beautiful woman looking back at him.
“When you awake, you will remember this as if you were looking at a photograph.” commanded MzDominica.
“When i am awake, i will remember this as if i were looking at a photograph.” replied boot slut.
“Why don’t we take a real photograph?” asked Daizy.
“Photos have a way of getting in the wrong place.” explained MzDominica. “We can have our fun, but we don’t take chances with the privacy of our slaves. But now we have one dolly. Maybe we should have another dolly, so we can play with both!” And, from the other room in the suite, Mistress Daizy brought out a sex doll; not the cheap type they sell at out-of-the way sex shops, but one of the first class types that really resembled a real woman. And the doll was dressed very much like MzDominica and Mistress Daizy, except that her outfit was red. MzDominica turned to the human doll, and said, “This is Mistress Dollie. Mistress Dollie is your Mistress. You must obey Mistress Dollie.”
“i must obey Mistress Dollie”, repeated boot bitch.
“Zap! Love! You LOVE Mistress Dollie.” commanded MzDominica. “Now worship Her.”
boot bitch looked at Mistress Dollie. She was a Goddess. He was lucky that She allowed him in Her presence. He got on his knees and started bowing in front of Her. “i must obey Mistress Dollie i must obey Mistress Dollie i must obey Mistress Dollie…” he repeated over and over again. After all, She was his Mistress. She was his willpower. And he loved her, truly and deeply. So deeply that he didn’t hear the laughter in the room by the two women, looking at his loving worship of an oversize dress-up doll.
“Look!”, said Mistress Daizy. “Our dolls want to play with each other. Oh, boot slut! Mistress Dollie wants you to worship Her boots!”
This drove boot slut into total mindless bliss, as she went up to Mistress Dollie, and started licking and kissing her boots.
“Don’t forget to suck the toe!” said Mistress Daizy, and boot bitch started sucking on the toe.
“Suck the heel!” commanded MzDominica, and boot bitch started sucking the heel.
“Suck the toe!” said Mistress Daizy, and boot bitch started sucking the toe.
“No, the heel!” replied MzDominica.
And they proceeded to start going back and forth, watching their obedient dressed up doll desperately trying to obey the conflicting commands, blissfully unaware of the game his two Mistresses were playing with him. But, finally, tears started appearing in his eyes.
“Mistress Dollie just wants you to lick Her boots, now.” said MzDominica, and boot slut gratefully went back to licking his Goddess’s boots, to the amusement of the two real women in the room.
“Hmmm…”, said Mistress Daizy, looking at her watch. “I think we only have time for one more game. What should it be?”
MzDominica smiled. “Our little boot slut has been such a good sport, let’s give her a real reward.”
She turned to boot slut, still licking away at Mistress Dollie’s boots. “Mistress Dollie says to stop.” said MzDominica.
“Must obey Mistress Dollie”, said boot slut, as he stopped licking, and waited, kneeling before his Goddess.
“What would you REALLY like to do with Mistress Dollie?” asked MzDominica.
boot bitch had to think. But there was only one way he could show how much he loved and worshipped Mistress Dollie.
“i want to lick Her Ass! I beg permission to lick Her Ass!”
“Ewwwwwwww!” said Mistress Daizy, but MzDominica smiled. “Mistress Dollie commands you to lick Her Ass!”
And boot slut, in ecstasy, put his head underneath Mistress Dollie’s skirt, and started licking furiously, putting his tongue around, in and out of the plastic anus.
“Now watch this.” said MzDominica to Mistress Daizy. “Cum, slave cum!” And boot slut’s hips started pumping back and forth; his body started jerking, and he started moaning with pleasure, as he continued to lick the posterior of Mistress Dollie. “Stop!” she commanded, and his body stopped, although his tongue continued working. “Cum!” she commanded, and his body followed her command. “Stop!” she commanded again, and once again his body stopped. “Now cummmmmmmmmmmmmm!” she said, and for the next two minutes, boot slut kept on cumming. Mistress Daizy was a little afraid he would hurt himself, but her mother knew what she was doing. “Stop!” said MzDominica. “Now, stand up and come here.”
“Must obey Dominica” said boot slut.
“Go into the bathroom, and clean yourself up. When you are done, come out.” commanded MzDominica, and boot slut obeyed. She and Mistress Daizy talked quietly, while Richard removed the various cosmetics that had been used on him. He walked out, without the makeup, wig or nails.
“When I count to 5, you will be totally awake. You will clearly remember everything that happened to you, as if we had recorded it and you saw it again and again. One, you are waking up. Two, things are becoming clearer. Three, your eyes are opening. Four, you are almost awake. Five, wide awake!”
Richard looked around. “That was incredible!” he said, “Thank you, Mistresses!”
MzDominica smiled. “I hope you enjoyed yourself. Put on your clothing.”
Richard put on his clothing. For some reason he did not understand, he had a bit of trouble putting on his pants. “You’ve been through an intense experience here. I want to make sure you’re safe. Give me a call when you get home!” said MzDominica.
“Must obey Dominica.” replied Richard, and MzDominica gave him a big hug and sent him on his way.
“When are you going to tell him he’s still wearing those boots you gave him?” asked Mistress Daizy.
“Well, when he gets home and calls me, he’ll find that the fun hasn’t quite ended.” said MzDominica with an evil smile on her face.