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AMATEUR BRAINWASHING & HYPNOSIS 101

Forcing Authority and Habits

Lashawndra made sure she completely controlled when and what Melody ate:

(those first two weeks was very little, basically scraps from Lashawndra’s meals, or premasticated food, once daily, always eaten from under Lashawndra’s feet, often covered with ranch dressing or hot sauce, and Melody had to beg and promise loyalty first)

Lashawndra dictated when Melody used the restroom, always waiting right until Melody danced the ‘I have to pee dance’, forcing her to briskly walk naked through the house to make it before she peed, usually she made it.

When Melody did have an accident, she had to clean it up with a single Kleenex, ringing it out and repeating aloud ‘how stupid she was and how she really needed Lashawndra to properly train her’ and then she received a lengthy spanking.

Lashawndra also controlled how often Melody bathed and with what.

For the next 2 full weeks, Lashawndra reckoned Melody was going to only permitted to: wash her hands and brush her teeth with plain baking soda mixed with a shot glass of Lashawndra’s urine,(the ancient Romans did this, it makes teeth very white and was another exercise in domination) Melody was allowed to take the ‘whore’s bath’ using Lashawndra’s wash cloth, cold water and scent free soap to remove Melody’s own very subtle natural scent completely.

Lashawndra’s scent was to saturate the rest of Melody, aggressively rubbing it all over herself whenever possible. She would not be allowed a full, ice cold shower until the end of the 2nd week. This helped acclimate Melody to constantly smelling like Lashawndra’s feet or her armpits. If Lashawndra commented on Melody’s scent, Melody was expected to thank her, and then rub more onto herself.

Lashawndra found it amusing, since Melody had admitted to being a ‘clean freak’ before, and now she was fully ‘marked’ as Lashawndra’s own property, to which: Melody was to announce each time ‘thank you for marking me as your property my queen.’

(since foot scent doesn’t really rub off on someone that well, it was more for psychological humiliation, thus repeated so often)

Every day, after her spicy junk food lunch, when Lashawndra felt her pheromone level was just right, Melody licked her Queen’s hands clean, then Melody had to lie passively on the floor in front of her, while Lashawndra casually wiped both her feet gruffly off on her, rubbing her perspiration onto Melody’s face, chest, legs and hair. This left Melody feeling like, she most likely smelled like one of Lashawndra’s old ballet flats.

For the first couple days, after a task was completed, a pleased Lashawndra would ask: “Are you ready for your reward bitch?”

Melody would answer ‘Yes my Queen’, and raise her head and open her mouth wide, waiting for Lashawndra to give her precious spittle.

Lashawndra would then give the gift of her foamy saliva again, and make Melody hold it. Then Melody had to kneel and press her face firmly into Lashawndra’s soles.

When Lashawndra commanded her to swallow Melody would tremble in ecstasy. Lashawndra giggled, savoring her power, watching Melody now associating her most powerful orgasms ever, with swallowing the young Queen’s saliva, with her face pressed right into her feet.

Lashawndra estimated that, by the end of the first week, Lashawndra wouldn’t have to ask, Melody would perform a task then pose for the spittle and silently wait.

Lashawndra estimated it would take a full week before Melody finally began to smell just like a sock Lashawndra had worn for a few days; Melody always had to wear the scent of Lashawndra. Melody was quickly growing used to it, and she would be able to smell it the most. Lashawndra wouldn’t really notice it.

Lashawndra also controlled when and how Melody slept, and she had Melody reciting her mantras 16 hours a day while awake and demanded Melody loop them in her mind while she slept. The repetition was preventing any other thoughts from entering while reinforcing what was said in the personality and behavior altering mantras.

Melody could do absolutely nothing without Lashawndra’s permission, spending most of her time either kneeling before or bowing to the cocky teen, praising everything about her, reciting her new mantras and overtly worshipping her feet repeatedly.

Later, that second day the Fed ex package came, with a bunch of Lashawndra’s fragrant, well-used shoes and her collection of:

1. Several extra sleeveless ghetto queen shirts, & another that said ‘queen of everything’,
2. An old faded tank top that said ‘angry black woman, & a sleeveless shirt that said: black girl nutrition facts, mentioning ‘cares given 0%, ‘queen things 100%, ‘honey dripping from body 100%’ and lastly one that said only: “I’ll make the rules” as well as
3. Another pair of her shorts,
4. A poster of a boot and the word ‘mistress under it’, a couple DVDs, namely 2006’s Fetish Fanatic’s starring Sandra Romaine and Belladonna. The section where Sandra Romaine fully dominates Belladonna was Lashawndra’s favorite.
5. A coffee cup set. The coffee cup was a thing of beauty. The coffee cups showed a tall dominatrix silhouette over a brick wall background, with a smaller woman kneeling, kissing her feet, and on the other side of the cup the slave was kissing the Dom’s ass.

Melody’s boring coffee cups with Zen Quotes went right into the trash and the eight new ones were placed prominently in almost every room, and in the kitchen. Posters echoing the coffee cup were placed in each room. There was no subtly that Lashawndra was in charge.

Lashawndra of course took over Melody’s entire closet, and had all of Melody’s clothes, except for 2 dog-walking outfits went into a box in the garage. (Which never got use, btw)

The dog walking outfits went deep into Lashawndra’s hamper, to pick up Lashawndra’s scent as well. Melody’s 2 shirts were stuffed inside of Lashawndra’s shoes to pick up their scent. Melody’s shoes were put into the same hamper.

With Melody’s accelerated training going very well, so far, Lashawndra decided she could afford to show off her new house to old friends from the hood easily by the end of the 3rd week, since in just 48 hours she made this much progress!

But, a little more than 48 hours after Lashawndra moved in, with Melody sleeping at her feet, there was an unexpected glitch. Melody had: the ‘panic attack.’

MELODY’S PANIC ATTACK:

Late into the 2nd night of that first week, after things had been going so very well, something shocking happened.

Melody awoke up to pee in the middle of the night, as Lashawndra had gotten high and had forgotten to make Melody pee before they went to bed, and she probably allowed Melody to have too much soda, something Melody usually never drank, but now she did whenever it went flat, or Lashawndra didn’t feel like finishing her soda.

Melody’s subconscious had accidentally activated a life long old habit, and she accidentally washed her face thoroughly, beginning when she was still, mostly asleep.

The delightfully scented Neutrogena makeup removing face wash, combined with her blowing her nose and brushing her teeth using the toothpaste on the sink, were all old ingrained unconscious habits…which inadvertently brought Melody back to a level of consciousness, even if.. only temporarily.

Melody had only been a fully controlled, pheromone driven thrall: for little over 48 hours. But her lifelong habit of facial cleansing, teeth brushing, and nose blowing had been in place for many years.

As Melody inadvertently washed off that pheromone scent and she mostly awoke, she experienced almost ‘pre-meeting Lashawndra’ consciousness. Her dazed feeling dissipated, the subtle ringing in her head was gone, but her mouth tasted awful so she brushed her teeth again, blew her nose, and then looked in the mirror. Her neck, and face were red, and her hair was a matted mess. She tried to brush it but it felt stiff. Her legs and muscles inexplicably felt stiff as well.

‘Where had the day gone’ Melody wondered. It was dark out side. When the utterly puzzled and very confused Melody staggered back to her own bedroom, in the dark, and then she crawled under her $250.00 Boll & Branch Egyptian Cotton sheet covers and $125.00, cable knit gray throw and then she relaxed in what merely 2 days ago was her own, brand new luxury bed.

As Melody nonchalantly rolled over to sleep, her hand suddenly felt the warm, clammy, perspiring body of Lashawndra. Lashawndra always slept on top of the covers. Melody of course freaked out!

Melody quickly leaned over and she turned on the end table light, an Adler Black Rectangle Table Lamp with USB. It illuminated the entire scene.

Suddenly Melody wondered ‘why the fuck was this tall, sweaty, Amazonian young black chick sleeping in her bed’!

Lashawndra was wearing only a Nordstrom’s hanky panky original thong, with Melody’s expensive Egyptian towel around her hair, and Melody’s gold apple watch. Melody also wondered why the hell she herself: was totally nude! She wasn’t in her usual sleep shirt!

The rather startled Melody was just about to demand Lashawndra identify herself, just about to yell for the cops, but before she could even spring from the bed, (she was trapped under the covers). Queen Lashawndra proved to be much faster, and she was able to easily overpower Melody, grabbing her by her head, her hair, and she held Melody down by sitting on her.

While semi asleep, Lashawndra thought she heard the water run, and had become suspicious. It turned out.., she wasn’t really asleep after all.

Lashawndra then quickly reintroduced Melody to her powerful pheromones, leaning in hard, laying top of her, pressing her pungent armpit firmly over Melody’s face, grinding her pit hair all over Melody’s head and face. Melody fought valiantly for a brief moment, but her flailing soon ceased, and Melody’s protest was quickly muffled, and then she calmed down. Melody’ arms and legs soon stiffened, and then she stopped moving. She became completely limp, totally relaxed, and she was once again compliant.

Lashawndra had worked up quite a sweat from this, and she was soaked. She leaned back up to sitting, revealing Melody’s eyes were now rolled back again and her joker like grin had returned.

Melody had fully blacked out again, and Lashawndra had regained control. The world was in order again. Lashawndra made Melody repeat her mantras while she devised a plan.

The first thing Lashawndra thought of was to dose Melody with as many pheromones as possible at once. Melody was freshly entranced, and Lashawndra’s Hyperhidrosis disorder was in full effect, Lashawndra ordered her to lick every inch of her Queen. Beginning with her crotch, then her feet and pits, (the highest concentration of pheromones) and then every drop of perspiration off her entire body. Lashawndra thought it felt great. But she wanted a shower, so she had a task for Melody, after Melody gratified herself several times watching Lashawndra shower by command of Lashawndra.

A STRONGER MEASURE WAS NEEDED—AMATUER HYPNOSIS 101

Lashawndra was quite unnerved by this little episode, she was already getting used to what she wanted to be the ‘new normal’ so she ordered the now sufficiently re-entranced, again, fully stupefied Melody to go to her computer immediately, and find a bunch of articles on hypnosis now!

She gave Melody permission to just think of the task at hand and how it may serve her Queen.

Melody was to search for stuff Lashawndra could use, like speed hypnosis techniques, behavioral change commands and then she wanted a script made for her to use.

Lashawndra quickly came up with a grocery list of things she wanted to implant in Melody and things she wanted Melody to no longer believe. Melody obediently did all the searches and printed out that everything Lashawndra ordered.

Because of this scare, Lashawndra was no longer willing to rely only on her pheromones and Melody’s recited mantras, she also wanted Melody to respond immediately to certain post hypnotic triggers, and to fully wipe out any hang-ups that might stop Melody from performing even deeper acts of degradation and perversion.

She certainly didn’t want Melody resisting anymore, or accidentally leaving her ‘new normal’ again like she had tonight.

Lashawndra knew this would eat up much of the night, so Lashawndra ate chips and drank soda while Melody sat on the floor and did searches using the ipad.

Using the various inductions Melody found on the web, (from the erotic mind control archive and even literotica) along with various quotes from angry black feminists (Lashawndra already had some on her phone) plus all of Melody’s other new mantras, and some paraphrased Farrakhan, Lashawndra then created an elaborate hypnosis recording, a recording that Melody would now listen to repeatedly, in addition to everything else.

Melody was commanded to recite the various text.

Here is just some of what Lashawndra wanted:

• Melody was now not to think anything but her mantras unless commanded to do so by Lashawndra.
• Lashawndra made sure Melody would now believe Black woman were genetically superior to white women, and that she had overwhelming white guilt.
• All of Lashawndra’s black supremacy views that called for submission of white women were instilled into Melody.
• Melody’s podophobia was to be transformed into almost pathological ‘podophelia’ (the exact opposite, a pathological, partialism fetish.)
• Melody’s awe of and admiration of Lashawndra and her feet was to increase exponentially as was the desire to serve and obey her and all ebony women.

Taking bits and pieces from online, Melody then cut and pasted until the script suited Queen Lashawndra’s purposes.

Lashawndra then made an extensive mp3 she could easily put on repeat for Melody, having Melody use her OWN voice against herself, speaking the text: The MP3 went as follows:

Melody’s new MP3 Recording

• Lashawndra is my new best friend and roommate. I completely surrender all ownership and control to her. Lashawndra is owner of this house, and everything in it.
• I have no self-esteem, no will, none at all. I have no inhibitions when I obey my Queen Lashawndra, and am eager to perform whatever she commands.
• White women are like dogs; I am so low, I belong at her ebony feet, in awe of them. I am in love with everything about her beautiful feet. I am obsessed with them and ebony female feet in general.
• My super sensitive sense of smell, grow ever stronger, and makes my ebony Queen’s feet, and all ebony female feet irresistible to me. Ebony feet put me in heat. Being submissive and obedient is my addiction.
• I eagerly give Lashawndra complete control. I am her helpless puppet, addicted to her every scent, her every flavor, and addicted to the power she has over me.
• As Queen Lashawndra’s obedient loyal subject, I gladly memorize Lashawndra’s perfect feet. Their perfection has power over me, and they fill my dreams. I worship all black women’s feet. I love everything about them.
• I belong at all African American women’s feet. I am a dedicated foot freak and obedient servant. My deep foot fetish so defines me, it is pathological. It enslaves me and I eagerly service all Ebony female feet presented to me, unable to be aroused except thru my servitude to ebony women.
• I am Queen Lashawndra’s little licking girl. Hungry to lick whatever she presents me, automatically obeying her, even when this buzz wears off. Every scent that reminds me of feet triggers my extreme fetish.
• NAKED is my uniform and I must always stay in my new normal for my queen.
• Queen Lashawndra owns my pussy now. It belongs to her, it responds to her, as I belong to her. Her youthful dominance over me, is a turn on, and is what I have always wanted, and always needed, ebony female foot worship is my destiny.”
• I am overwhelmed with guilt and even more excited when worshipping ebony female soles, as it is my true purpose.
• Queen Lashawndra is my world. I obey her completely, as my mistress, as my owner.
• Serving, obeying and pleasing Queen Lashawndra is why I exist. I am eagerly her obedient slave.
• White women are dogs; we belong beneath ebony feet. I have no self-esteem, no will; I am in my proper place at Queen Lashawndra’s ebony feet.
• I have always known am inferior to the black female, genetically, socially, in every way. Their natural dominance over me is natural and expected. It’s unavoidable. Being submissive to them gives me a sense of relief and my life a purpose.
• I instantly respond to the triggers Lashawndra has planted. Slavishly licking the soles of her feet, or anywhere else she commands. Her shoes have more value than I do. I am merely an accessory that came with this house.
• My natural place is to serve and obey the black mistress, and I am addicted to submission, to obedience..
• I exist solely please my dominant ebony mistress. Only her commands are important to me, only her thoughts are important. I can remain still, in positions I am commanded to for as long she desires.
• My sense of self exists only as her personal servant.
• When immobile my mind loops these mantras my beautiful Queen, my owner and controller, the superior young black woman who commands me: has given me.
• I think no other thoughts. I have no other thoughts, and am incapable of resistance. I desire no other thoughts. I will always be obedient to my black mistress, in absolute lust of her, in love with her every flavor and scent, eager to serve and please, incapable of my own orgasm until she commands me.
• My body is merely the property of Queen Lashawndra, and it responds to her commands with no need for my thoughts. It is hers to customize.
• These mantras are my only thoughts; my natural posture is one of submissive obedience.
• I enthusiastically perform every command, ready for the next. I desire nothing else. I adore all black woman’s feet, and everything about them.
• I am not worthy to kiss my mistress, but the gift of her saliva is something I treasure. Even her water is exciting.
• I have no self-esteem, no will, and no inhibitions. I am a toilet for the ebony female if she commands it.
• I wish to please my genetically superior mistress with undying loyalty and obedience.”

Lashawndra figured replaying those 50 odd ideas for the next 3-4 weeks, multiple times every night would probably show some good results.

Lashawndra then told Melody: ‘go to your spot and sleep, with your headphones on and mp3 running’. Melody went immediately to the foot of the bed wearing an mp3 player and the commands on repeat.

Melody fell quickly asleep on Lashawndra’s simple command: “and sleep” Then the mp3 looped until morning.

Melody, (still nude except for a bandana on her neck saturated with Lashawndra’s scent, and tightly inserted ear buds) was unconscious the end of the bed, her pretty face pressed firmly into the bottoms of Lashawndra’s feet. Her subconscious was being redesigned while she slept.

Finally, feeling a little more confident Melody would soon be a step closer to how she was ‘supposed’ to be, Lashawndra rested on the super comfortable bed, her obedient servant where she was meant to be, and she finally drifted off to sleep, finally smiling, it must have been close to dawn.

THE NEXT MORNING: DAY 3 OF TRAINING

Thankfully, there were over cast skies and the 2 women got to sleep in.

Melody awoke first, and she performed the morning foot worship rituals that gently awoke her Queen.

As Melody obediently licked the tall young woman’s feet, Lashawndra stirred from her deep sleep. She stretched and she yawned and then she looked at her new personal servant with some suspicion.

“Obedient personal servant, Answer the questions I ask you.” She demanded.

Melody looked up at Lashawndra, with the toes from one foot still filling her mouth.

Lashawndra continued: “What is your name, where are we right now and what do you do?” asked Lashawndra. She crossed her fingers, but she was ready to pounce if needed.

Melody surveyed her surroundings, and then she pulled her head back to speak, removing Lashawndra’s foot from her mouth, but still holding it in her hand, then she calmly replied albeit in a slight trance:

“My name… is little licking girl…. Queen Lashawndra’s obedient personal servant. We are in Queen Lashawndra’s house. I live here to serve her and make sure she is waited on, and that her beautiful feet are pampered, as I am her dedicated foot slave.”

Then Melody calmly looked at Lashawndra obediently, waiting to receive more instruction from the young woman.

The Lashawndra probed further: “ Now tell me why you like ebony women’s feet so much?” she asked, (needing to see if the post hypnotic suggestions had taken).

Melody replied in rote: “My natural place is to serve and obey my ebony mistress.

It gives my stupid life a purpose, I am addicted to submission, and obedience, I adore all black woman’s feet, and I love everything about them” she stated.

Melody then gently touched the wrinkled sole of Lashawndra’s foot, and said: “The pale, flat, wrinkled sole, belongs on top of me.” She then touched Lashawndra’s second toe, slightly longer than her big toe.

“The beauty of this toe (which she stroked gently) being slightly longer than the big toe, shows my Queen’s royalty.” said Melody

Then Melody sucked on it, still looking at Lashawndra. When she popped it out of her mouth, she said. “Everything about the ebony woman’s feet calls for my submission and worship of them, as does their amazing scent and any scent that reminds me of them.’

Lashawndra then ran her index finger all around the inside of her mouth, rubbing her gums, and she scraped her tongue, and she then presented that finger to Melody and ordered: “Suck this clean.”

Lashawndra then pointed back at her feet and just said: “Keep kissing em bitch.”

Melody crawled up to Lashawndra’s moist finger and sucked it clean then returned to her end of the bed.

Melody returned to kissing the entirety of both of Lashawndra’s feet.

Lashawndra laughed, then she smiled: It looked as if the amateur hypnosis was actually working already. Lashawndra sighed relief.

Then Lashawndra casually reached over to the end table and she grabbed the small 4 ounce plastic bullet bottle with a black disc cap, filled with virgin coconut oil. She was going to do what yoga enthusiasts call ‘Oil pulling’, also known as ‘kavala’ or ‘gundusha’. It was something Lashawndra read online after seeing Melody’s yoga literature lying around. Then she squirted a little more than a tablespoon of the coconut oil into her mouth, and then vigorously swished it around for almost 20 minutes, before she snapped her fingers for Melody to stop. Melody looked at Lashawndra who pantomimed for Melody to crawl over the bed to her then open up her mouth, again.

Melody crawled up to where she waited with a wide open mouth for Lashawndra, who leaned slightly forward and then spat the frothy coconut oil into Melody’s waiting open mouth, touched the underside of her chin to make Melody close her mouth and then she spoke.

Lashawndra: “Damn you are a lucky little licking girl, look at the special gift your Queen just done gave you. Coconut oil is so good for you, and it has all the good fats. I’m gonna do this first thing each morning, after you enjoy my finger, that I used for ‘JP’ since Jihwa Prakshalana was impossible for Lashawndra to pronounce.

Lashawndra looked at Melody waiting, holding the coconut oil ‘gift’ in her mouth, for an instruction from the arrogant young women.

Queen Lashawndra then coldly commanded: “Swallow that, and come close to orgasm, dummy. But you can’t fully without my feet.”

Melody gulped the warm coconut oil and felt a wave of intense pleasure roll over her while she stayed looking at the demanding young woman.

Lashawndra giggled as she watched Melody helplessly come so close to orgasm simply because she ordered it.

Lashawndra: ‘now, dizzy bitch, go make me some bacon and eggs and fried potatoes, make sure you bring ketchup, and the Tabasco.”

Melody staggered up and she slowly walked to the kitchen, and then cooked her Queen breakfast.