So Many Commands 1
12. Einstein, Miami, Taxi
The dream research facility looked like a converted auto dealer. Large glass windows were in front of the building, it was two stories, and had a huge parking lot. There were a dozen cars sitting outside the building and so too was a single man.
When investigative journalist Felicity pulled her car into the parking lot she was mildly impressed to be greeted by the man. He was in his late thirties, with a long neck, stooped shoulders, and a thin frame. He wasn’t attractive with his brown hair mussed up, his clothes wrinkled like he’d slept in them, and stubble on his face. Felicity however knew who he was and didn’t let his appearance sway her judgment of him.
“Doctor Ford,” Felicity said getting of her car.
“Miss Cardamom,” Doctor Ford said offering his hand for her to shake, “I’ve told you to please call me Pete, everyone does.” Felicity shook with her left hand.
“Then please call me Felicity,” Felicity said and pulled back her shoulder length curly brown hair. She was normal height, with the brown skin of mixed parents. Her body was something she’d been fighting with for years and was finally getting the upper hand on her caloric intake. “So, this is the legendary Dream Institute,” Felicity said.
“You finally made it,” Pete said ushering her inside. “You weren’t satisfied with the video interview, or the videos I sent you, you had to come and see it for yourself.”
“In truth I only had time to watch two of the six videos you sent me,” Felicity said going inside. “I am happy you finally agreed to let me tour your labs.”
“The repeated phone calls, the numerous emails, and the half dozen paper letters convinced me you really wanted to see my facility,” Pete said having Felicity sign in at the security front desk.
Felicity noted that the two security guards were both women, thick with muscles, plus tall and intimidating. The only thing that made the women look off were their enormous breasts and that they wore makeup in a way that would have been more appropriate on a date.
“I am surprised that the head of the Dream Institute is offering to give me a tour,” Felicity said.
“I’m mostly the man that gets the money in and signs off on what my researchers are working on,” Pete said. “I’ll show you one of our labs.”
“Speaking of money,” Felicity said giving Pete a side eye, “I noticed there are a number of very wealthy businesses and individuals that have given to your institute. Care to enlighten me and my readers as to why so many people would want to fund dream research?”
Pete chuckled a little. “Being the youngest Nobel Prize winner does have advantages,” Pete said.
“A Nobel prize for unlocking how memories work in the brain, but then moving to dreams, is a bit of a turn,” Felicity said.
“Not really,” Pete said. “We’re just looking at another part of the brain. This is the current lab where we’re working on dream detection. When a person sleeps their brain is still working and making dreams, even if we don’t remember them. Here we’re trying to get better at knowing what a person is dreaming about without having to stick electrodes in their brain.”
Felicity looked in and there were eight women that might have been a handful of years out of college, all beautiful and wearing white lab coats. There was one guy in the room. All of them were tapping away at computers with their eyes glued to the screens.
“What are they doing?” Felicity asked.
“Coding,” Pete said. “They’re working on an algorithm that can take brain signals and interpreting them into text and visual images. We’ve made a few steps in the right direction, but nothing we want to publish yet.”
“I expected more beds,” Felicity said.
Pete smiled at this. “That’s upstairs,” Pete said. “Let’s head there next.”
“What do you hope to accomplish with dreams?” Felicity asked. “Are you trying to direct dreams in one direction?”
“In a way,” Pete said holding the door open to the stairs that went up. “Anyone can have their dreams directed with hypnosis. Say someone agrees to be hypnotized, and they are told under hypnosis to have dreams about elephants. The brain, if directed properly, would have dreams about elephants. It’s the question about how much of the dream said person remembers. I’m sure you have had a dream that you wake up and only partly remember, and then that memory fades. That’s because the human mind doesn’t have the dream in the same place as memories, however I’m sure you’ve had dreams you remember every detail.”
“Sure, I think we’ve all had that happen,” Felicity said exiting to the second floor.
“I wanted to know why,” Pete said. “Why can hypnosis direct a dream, even help you remember them? Why do we sometimes not remember having dreams, partly remember dreams, and sometimes remember dreams in vivid detail? That’s the research we’re doing here.”
There were empty rooms with beds and Pete ignored them as they walked on. Then there was a windowed room where half a dozen supermodel quality women in white lab coats were working on computers around what looked like a sci-fi ray cannon.
“This is our dream ray,” Pete said looking at the cannon and women, fondly. “When we get it working, we can put dreams we want into anyone we want.”
“Dreams you want?” Felicity echoed the words. “Are these going to be advertisements into people’s dreams?”
“That’s one application we could use the dream ray for,” Pete said walking on and Felicity following.
“I get it now,” Felicity said realizing what was going on. Felicity continued as the two walked into what was clearly Pete’s office, “You are creating something so people will have dreams about products to buy. We won’t be able to get away from trying to be sold things even as we sleep.”
Pete went behind his desk and sat down. “Is that what you think is going on?” Pete asked.
Felicity paused. “What am I missing?” Felicity asked.
“Dreams are in your subconscious,” Pete said, “and we’ve been working on making those subconscious dreams influence your conscious mind.”
Felicity blinked trying to understand this. “I’m sorry, I don’t get it,” Felicity said.
“My dear Felicity,” Pete began, “you did watch all six videos I sent you.” Felicity looked confused and concerned. “I know this because you shook my hand when we first met with your left hand. That means your brain is primed and ready for activation.”
“Excuse me?” Felicity said with a touch of fear entering her mind.
“I told you that dreams can be directed with hypnosis,” Pete said turning on his computer and tapping the keys while he talked. “The dreams can be anything we want thanks to advances in our dream research. This includes dreams about becoming a brainwashed slave.”
“I’m done here,” Felicity said standing up.
“Einstein, Miami, taxi,” Pete said.
The person place and thing entered Felicity’s mind. It was like a damn bursting and washing out everything from her consciousness. Her body became sluggish, and her mind slowed with only a few thoughts getting out before everything seemed to be washed away. That’s when she realized that she had to have orders to follow. She couldn’t think, speak, or move without orders.
“Please sit down and pay attention,” Pete said.
Felicity couldn’t stop her body from reacting to the command to sit down. Her mind snapped to complete focus on Pete’s words, after all he triggered her, and she could only follow commands. Some of her hair fell in front of her face, but she didn’t even move it. That would have required independent thought, and she didn’t have that.
The door behind Felicity opened. “Sir, I have the latest test results you wanted,” A woman said coming in. “Should I come back?”
“No Linda, please come in, Felicity here is just getting opened for the first time,” Pete said taking the thumb stick from Linda. Linda turned out to be an amazingly beautiful dark-skinned woman. Her hair was cut short and curly around her head. Linda’s face was perfectly symmetrical, as if a plastic surgeon were involved. Likely one was because Linda had a large firm pair of breasts under her lab coat, and they were far too large and firm to be natural.
“Is she going to become one of us?” Linda asked.
“No, no she’s an investigative journalist,” Pete said. “I just need her to make sure the story of what we’re doing here never gets published. Would you like her?”
Linda’s eyes lit up. “You would let me have her as my slave?” Linda asked.
“As long as she kills the story, I don’t have any use for her,” Pete said. “Here’s her passcode.”
Linda leaned over, and Pete unsnapped her lab coat. Under the white fabric her double-D breasts were barely covered by a micro-bikini. Pete reached into her lab coat and started fondling her breasts. Linda closed her eyes and started to moan in sexual ecstasy
“That’s right,” Pete said as he continued to grope the woman, “I made it so your breasts were erogenous zones and playing with your tits will make you climax.”
“And your hands feel so good,” Linda said with her eyes closed and her body starting to shake and jerk. “Oh, Master, I’m going to, I’m going to, I’m going to cum!” With that her whole body jerked forward, and she grabbed hold of Pete’s desk as her legs went weak under her and her hips bucked forward again and again. In a minute her hip thrusts were over, she was glistening with sweat, and it was clear Linda had a dry mouth. “Thank you, Master,” Linda said. Then she looked over at Felicity. “Is she mine?”
“Hang on,” Pete said and then addressed Felicity. “Felicity, I am your lord and Master. You will obey me above all else. You may call me Master only in private or when with your fellow slaves. Even when outside of this state you will obey my commands completely and totally. Now wake up.”
“Shit,” Felicity said and looked like she wanted to get out of the chair but couldn’t. “Shit,” she said again and followed that with a direct question to Pete, “what did you do to me, Master?” She clamped a hand over her mouth when she realized what she had called Pete.
“I brainwashed you to be my slave,” Pete said and then looked at his computer. “I have a meeting in ten minutes, so get your questions out of the way now.”
“How did you brainwash me, Master?” Felicity asked grimacing at the last word she said.
“Those videos that you don’t remember watching hypnotized you into having dreams of being brainwashed,” Pete said with a smile at Felicity. “Every night when you went to sleep you would have dream after dream of being my obedient slave. They didn’t stick around in your memory because we have ways of making sure they don’t. An activation code was input into your mind so you will have to obey whoever says it to you. Now, we have full control over your mind, and can remake you however we want.”
“You’ll never get away with this,” Felicity threatened.
Pete and Linda laughed out loud. “I knew she was going to say that,” Linda said.
“I really do have a meeting online I need to get to,” Pete said. “Felicity,” Pete said, and the woman’s eyes snapped to his, “you love and adore me. Your only true desire is to please me. You want me to succeed in my plans.”
Felicity had a smile growing on her face as the commands sunk in. “Master,” Felicity said with a heavy and breathy voice of desire, “how may I please you?”
“Kill your story about me,” Pete said turning to his computer. “Lose weight, build muscle, get huge breast implants, and wear bikinis whenever possible, micro-bikinis if you can. Oh, and dye your hair platinum blond.”
“As you command, Master,” Felicity said with a huge smile on her face.
“Linda, would you mind?” Pete asked.
“Of course, Master,” the young African American said. Linda then said to Felicity, “Einstein, Miami, taxi.” Felicity’s mouth dropped open as her mind blanked out again. Linda took Felicity’s hand and said to the zombie woman, “Come with me so I can program you properly.”
Eight months later, on a Friday night, Felicity was letting herself into her apartment. She’d ditched her long-time boyfriend because he was a jerk and moved out on her own. To remake herself she went on an extreme diet, an intense body building program, and she dyed her hair as blond as she could make it. Six months ago, she got her breast implants that now made her chest stick out at all times. Felicity loved the looks she got when men would see her working out in her bikini top and short shorts. She was looking hot with prominent muscles, low body fat, and a huge rack.
As soon as Felicity closed the door to her place she immediately started stripping. She made it to her bedroom and slipped on her micro-bikini that exactly matched her dark flesh tone. If you didn’t look closely, you’d swear she was naked. Felicity checked herself out in the hall mirror. She did look good with her tight abs, muscular legs and ass, and her calf muscles were huge. She had to admit that she liked what she saw.
Just then the doorbell rang to her apartment. Wondering who it was Felicity went and opened the door hoping against hope it was some hot sexy guy desperate to sweep her off her feet. If it was a guy, she was just going to kiss him right on the lips.
It wasn’t a guy. It was a woman. She was African American, short black curly hair, an amazing body, and breasts that rivaled hers. This woman had on a stretchy full body black outfit, and a jacket over top of that. Felicity felt like she should remember who this woman was, but that thought was gone in an instant.
“May I help you?” Felicity asked with no desire to kiss this woman, or any woman.
“I hope so,” the woman said. “My name is Linda and I wanted to tell you, Einstein, Miami, taxi.”
Felicity’s world shifted. So many things she thought she believed changed. So many things that were not in her memory were suddenly there. So many things that had been dormant parts of her soul were awakened.
“Mistress,” Felicity said and dropped to her knees before Linda. “How may your obedient slave serve you?”
“Let me in,” Linda said, “and then close and lock the door so we can have privacy.”
“Of course, Mistress,” Felicity said jumping up to obey.
“I love that flesh tone bikini,” Linda said. Linda took off her jacket and then unzipped the back of her body suit. Underneath Linda was naked. Her dark skin shone in the distant light of the lamp a milk chocolate color. Her pussy was shaved bare, and her folds were contrastingly pink against the dark skin. Linda’s breasts were firm half globes that had dark nipples on the ends. Linda stretched and cupped her breasts for a moment relishing in the freedom of not wearing clothes. Linda saw Felicity eyeing her breasts, and it looked like the reporter’s mouth was about to drool. Linda quickly asked, “Do you have anything to report to our Master?”
Felicity shivered at the thought of serving her Master. Her mistress was one that must be obeyed in all things, but she loved, and would always love her Master above all others. Felicity felt like she had a small orgasm at the thought of serving her Master. Commands were commands, and Felicity had to obey her commands, “Nothing to report to our Master other than my pussy is always wet and ready for him.”
“Fine,” Linda said coming into Felicity’s apartment and dropping onto her sofa. “I’ve had a long hard week,” Linda said, “get me a glass of wine, and then make me dinner. I want something simple quick and healthy.”
“As you command Mistress,” Felicity said and jumped to obey. Minutes later Linda was sipping a glass of white wine while Felicity quickly made a salad. Linda was watching a reality show when Felicity offered the large chef salad for dinner. Felicity was ordered to rub Linda’s feet, and now that was the only thing Felicity could do. Felicity relished in serving her Mistress. Felicity was nearly climaxing, feeling her mistress’ body, and touching her in places that made them both feel wonderful.
Felicity saw Linda put the empty salad bowl to the side and knew what was coming next. It was the same thing that had been happening every week for the past eight months. Felicity’s mouth started to water.
“I’ve had something to eat,” Linda said and then followed up with the same bad joke as she’d been telling for the last three weeks, “you should eat something, like me.” With that Linda opened her legs wide so Felicity could get to her mistress’s pussy.
“Oh!” Linda said as Felicity started doing all the things that were enjoyable. “To think,” Linda started, “you had never even kissed a woman before me. Now you’re eating me out and loving it. Isn’t that right, slave?”
“Yes Mistress,” Felicity said thinking back to when she would have hated being with another woman. “I love eating you out.” This was true. Felicity had resisted the idea eight months ago of being with a woman. With a few words Felicity’s entire soul shifted to lusting for women in ways that were new and foreign to her. In the months since Felicity knew how to make her mistress climax either slowly or quickly. This night was not making love but giving her Mistress relief. This was going to be a quick night.
“OH!” Linda cried out and sat up some when Felicity got just the right spot. “YES!” Linda cried out. “Faster! Fuck me faster, slave!”
Felicity heard this and had to obey and pushed herself to make her Mistress climax. Then it happened and Linda’s body clenched. Her hips came off the sofa. Linda let the orgasm wash over her, giving her that much needed tension release. Per her previous commands Felicity had stopped licking her Mistress when she was climaxing, and simply sat on her haunches waiting for orders.
“I needed that,” Linda said getting her breath back. “I’m tired of TV,” Linda said turning off the TV with the remote. “Slave, stand up and give me a show. I command you to masturbate, hard and fast, to a super powerful orgasm.”
Felicity jumped up to obey. Even as her feet landed on her floor her fingers were inside of her pussy pushing the bottom of her micro-bikini aside. This was something Felicity had done often before, even if she didn’t remember it until she was triggered. Felicity was fingerbanging herself and loving it because she was told to always love masturbating to an audience, even if it was an audience of one. Her fingers were pumping in and out of her pussy like a machine.
“Remember you have to have multiple orgasms,” Linda said.
Even with the pleasurable pressure building inside of her, Felicity had to do as her Mistress commanded. It was when Pete, her Master, had come over about five months before. Felicity had finally recovered from her breast implants to the point they took out the stitches, and both Pete and Linda showed up at her door. While being used from both ends their Master commanded her to always be multi-orgasmic, and she would have a minimum of three powerful orgasms anytime she climaxed. Felicity followed that command, even when not under Linda’s direct control.
Felicity exploded with an orgasm. Her shaved pussy opened up and she squirted all over the floor. Her knees went weak as the climax consumed her world. With her mouth open, her eyes rolled back, and her fingers still pounding away at her pussy Felicity had a deep and strong orgasm. Felicity only saw stars, and only felt the erotic sexual release that came from her core releasing wave after wave of pleasure. She wasn’t even close to being finished with her first orgasm when the second built twice as fast and in seconds she was climaxing again. This time drool fell from her open mouth as she dropped to her knees in an uncontrollable shaking of climax that was making her sound like a rapid squeak toy. Her second orgasm was just starting to subside when another orgasm built even faster than before. This third orgasm toppled the slave over onto the ground as she bucked with unseeing white eyes on her side. Felicity’s fingers were still rapidly thumping in and out of her wet and burning pussy. Felicity’s fourth orgasm was short lived because as soon as she was shaking from her final climax things shut off in Felicity’s mind and she passed out.
Felicity remembered this dream since she was already triggered. It was so simple how Pete had used hypnosis to make her dream that she was breaking down her psyche to nothing. Then her mind was rebuilt in a way that he was her master. This happened every time she went to sleep. This happened every time she lost consciousness. Felicity was repeatedly remade into a slave to her Master.
“Come on, wake up,” Linda said patting Felicity’s cheek. “I command you to wake up, slave!”
Felicity’s eyes snapped open. “Forgive me, Mistress,” Felicity said forcing herself to wake up fully. “How may I serve you?”
“I have to get going,” Linda said. She was dressed and had her jacket on. “I command you to clean up to remove all trace I was here. Take a shower and wash yourself as clean as you can get. After you get dressed after your shower you will wake up and have no memory of me, what we did here, or anything just before I knocked on your door. Do you understand, slave?”
“Yes, Mistress, I will do as you command,” Felicity said sitting up.
“Just a reminder, you are to not have relationships with anyone. Oh, and tonight you will go to sleep, but you’ll masturbate to orgasm imagining fucking Kim Kardashian,” Linda said.
“As you command Mistress,” Felicity said. With that Linda left, and Felicity got to work. Soon enough Felicity was putting on a micro-bikini that was hot pink. Felicity was a touch confused as to where the time went. She didn’t let it bother her as for some reason Kim Kardashian’s sexy big bootie body was on her mind.