Femdom Mind Control Flash Fiction
by S.B.
One Day...
Amanda reclined on a chaise longue, dark silky legs kissed by the afternoon sun. The pool was inviting her for a naked swim yet what she truly wanted was to do the thing she did best one more time before her trip to the U.S. came to an end. Next to her, laid a small copper bell, a trinket she had bought for fun right after landing at the LAX. Having turned out better than she expected, it was now her most trusted weapon. With a subtle flick of her right wrist, she made it ring across the house.
The moment he heard the crystalline sound, Dennis crawled to her, black chains on his ankles, dozens of clothespins hanging from his scrotum. Despite being “allergic to pain”, he felt nothing but bliss suffering for her, his deeply submissive nature finally satiated under the control of an intelligent, hypnotic, and somewhat sadistic woman.
Their first telephone conversation had everything to be a bust. He had tried slipping into trance many times before with other so-called hypnodommes but the connection was always frail, and his mind refused the suggestions given. When he heard the word “slave” from her lips, he knelt without thinking, all his secrets torn apart. Amanda was a deity. He had to be her mindfucked puppet.
“That’s all you were born to be...” she cooed as he tried to cuddle between her half-parted legs. “There’s nothing better in this world, is there?”
“Of course not, my Goddess. Serving you is the greatest honor of my existence.”
“Correct,” she declared, a prize for his perpetual submission. Putting him under had been a matter of seconds. Reprogramming him to the core took hours instead of months. Fake subs came and went like breezes scattered on the wind but he was the real deal, happy to be reshaped 24/7, unwilling to be anything other than what she desired. Brainwashing him at this point was hardly a necessity, just plain old fetish games taken to the extreme.
“Slave, have I told you how much I love your house?” She queried.
“Yes, Goddess, but it is your house,” he sallivated.
She grabbed him by the neck, pinched the back with her long, black nails. “It is? And why is that?”
“Because I’m yours therefore everything that’s mine...”
“... is mine, of course. Impeccable logic, slave.”
“Thank you, Goddess. I’m so happy hearing you say that.”
“I know. Anything I say makes you happy, isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Goddess,” he kissed her feet.
“You’re a worthless piece of shit, slave. You’re lucky I took pity of you and turned you into my pet.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“You’re even luckier I let you live in my house when you clearly don’t deserve it.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
“This ends today. I want you gone in ten minutes. I’ll let you keep the bare minimum because I’m generous but don’t push your luck, understood?”
“Yes, Goddess. Thank you, Goddess.”
“Good. Now scram. And don’t forget to come kiss my feet again when you’re ready to be on your way.”
“Yes, Goddess.”
Dennis left her to her solitary moments of leisure, her control more powerful than ever. She was so radiant, so overpowering. The fact that such a marvelous creation deigned to let him be her bitch spoke volumes of her status. He would gladly sleep under the bridge for her. Crawling to his soon to be ex-bedroom, he repeated his words of gratitude all the way through.
He was done in five to please her for his resourcefulness. He returned to her still in the same deferential position, planted one final kiss on her perfect soles and said:
“Goodbye, Goddess. Thank you for your kindness.”
“Not so fast, slave!” Amanda snapped.
“Yes, Goddess?”
Genuine contentment twinkled in her azure eyes. “You are the most wonderful subject I ever worked with. It’s amazing how your mind bends to my will. Do you really think I would let you go so easily?”
“I’m confused, Goddess. You just said...”
“I know what I said and the fact that you complied even when I crossed every line imaginable shows how much you really trust me, mind control or not. Thank you, Dennis.”
“I... you’re welcome, Goddess.”
“I really enjoyed playing with you, you know? I’ll make sure your memories stay pure and wonderful just like you are. Now sleep!” she snapped her fingers.
Dennis collapsed by the chair, his thoughts rewritten. One day, she would return to his life to take complete control just like he wanted. Yes. one day... until then, he would dream, adrift in wondrous joy. Amanda rubbed her sweaty toes on his nostrils and smiled.