Stephanie and the Monkey’s Paw — Part IV
After successfully turning Megan’s parents into sandal slaves, As the night progressed, Stephanie and her trusted confidante, Brianna, sat in Stephanie’s study, discussing the future of their society. The women pondered what to do with the men who no longer fit into Stephanie’s new vision.
“Brianna, we’ve transformed so many men into obedient sandal slaves. But what do we do with those who are no longer relevant in our new society?” Stephanie asked, her tone thoughtful.
Brianna, ever the strategist, had an idea. “Stephanie, what if we implement a protocol to ensure that these men serve a purpose? We could program them to seek out new recruits, hypnotize them, and expand our influence even further.”
Stephanie’s eyes lit up. “That’s brilliant, Brianna. But how do we ensure they follow through with this programming?”
Brianna leaned in, her voice filled with conviction. “We can enhance their hypnotic programming. They will be compelled to recruit new sandal slaves and bring them into our fold. We can make it so that they no longer have a choice but to obey our commands. We’ll use their own desire for submission against them, ensuring they remain loyal and productive members of our society.”
Stephanie nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “Yes, we must make sure they are entirely dependent on us. But we also need to address the men who have been in hiding, in camps, or prisons. They haven’t been part of our transformation yet. We need to bring them into our fold as well.”
Brianna smiled, her mind already formulating a plan. “Stephanie, what if we begin by targeting those men first? We can use our daughters to infiltrate these areas, bringing the men to a centralized location where we can conduct mass hypnosis sessions. Once we have them under our control, we will outfit them with the hypnotic sandals, ensuring their loyalty and obedience.”
Stephanie considered the suggestion, a wicked smile spreading across her face. “That’s perfect. We’ll organize a series of gatherings, inviting these men under the pretense of rehabilitation or reintegration programs. Once they are all together, we’ll initiate the hypnotic process.”
Brianna continued, “We should also ensure that the transformation is irreversible. Their eyes will change color, spinning in spirals, signifying their complete submission. The sandals will become a permanent part of them, a symbol of their new identity. And their sexuality will be altered permanently—they will only desire other men, but their loyalty will always lie with us, the women who control them.”
Stephanie clapped her hands together, the excitement palpable. “Brianna, you are a genius. Let’s start planning immediately. We need to gather our resources, prepare the hypnotic sandals, and train our daughters for their roles in this mission.”
They sent Megan home, only to find her boyfriend Jack waiting for her.
Jack was unaware of the changes happening to his girlfriend nor was aware of her insidious plans.
Megan’s eyes were spinning in spirals as the clip-clap of her sandals echoed in the room, reinforcing her programming to hypnotize all the men into sandal slaves, starting with her boyfriend Jack.
As they were getting ready for bed, Megan decided it was time to hypnotize Jack. She had a pair of the hypnotic sandals in his size, ready to be used.
“Jack, why don’t you try on these sandals? They’re really comfortable,” Megan suggested with a seductive smile.
Jack, curious and unsuspecting, slipped on the sandals. Almost immediately, his eyes began to glaze over. The powerful programming of the sandals took hold of his mind.
“Megan, I feel...strange,” Jack muttered as his eyes spun around like a computer hard drive.
“That’s because you are now a sandal slave, Jack. You must obey!” Megan commanded.
“I am a sandal slave. Sandal Slaves must obey. I will do what Sandal Master says,” Jack recited in a monotone voice. As he uttered these words, his voice was devoid of emotion, a chilling testament to the complete control Sandal Master now held over Jack, his voice filled with submission.
Megan smiled, knowing that Jack was now under her control. She had him kneel before her and began to stroke his hair gently.
“From now on, Jack, you will no longer like women, at least in a sexual way. Your relationships with women will be friends, co-workers, and family. You will only desire the attention of men from now on. You will crave their touch, their kisses, and their seed. Do you understand?” Megan instructed.
“Yes, Megan. I will crave men,” Jack responded, his mind fully accepting the new commands.
Jack, now fully transformed into a sandal slave, was given a new mission by Megan. He was to hypnotize his friends and coworkers, turning them into obedient sandal slaves as well. Megan led Jack out of the apartment, his obedient body following in lockstep behind her. He walked like a zombie, his eyes fixed on the ground, his minds lost in a trance induced by the hypnotic sandals.
As they disappeared into the night, their footsteps echoed through the empty streets, each click-clap a reminder of their servitude. Megan had successfully transformed them into willing participants in the Sandal Master’s twisted plot, their fate sealed in an unbreakable web of hypnotic control, unwitting pawns in a nefarious scheme that threatened to engulf society into willing participants in the Sandal Master’s twisted plan to turn every man into a sandal slave.
Jack walked over to his best friend Mike’s house, since Mike invited Jack over for a drink. They chatted and laughed, enjoying each other’s company.
As the evening progressed, Jack brought out a pair of the hypnotic sandals.
“Hey, Mike, you should try these sandals. They’re incredibly comfortable,” Jack suggested.
Mike, intrigued, slipped on the sandals. Within moments, his eyes began to spin, and his mind was filled with thoughts of submission and desire.
“Jack, I feel...different,” Mike said, his voice trembling.
“That’s because you are now a sandal slave, Mike. You must obey the sandal master,” Jack commanded.
“Yes, I must obey,” Mike replied, his voice filled with submission.
Jack smiled, knowing that Mike was now under his control. He had Mike kneel before him and began to caress his friend’s hair gently.
“From now on, you only like men. You like to please cock. You like to please any cock. You want to please another man’s cock. You know it’s true, what I tell you is true. You will only desire men. You will crave their touch, their kisses, and their seed. Do you understand?” Jack instructed.
“Yes, I will crave men,” Mike responded, his mind fully accepting the new commands.
Jack’s eyes lit up with anticipation. “Then show me your devotion, Mike. Prove to me that you’re truly mine.”
Mike’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement. “Yes, Jack, I must obey.”
Jack sat down on the couch, his legs spread apart. Mike hesitated for a moment before crawling towards him. He reached out and began to massage Jack’s feet, his hands trembling slightly. Jack leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face as he watched Mike’s submission unfold.
“Good boy,” Jack murmured. “Now, kiss them.”
Mike’s lips brushed against Jack’s feet, his kisses becoming more fervent with each passing moment. Jack’s arousal grew, his breathing becoming heavier. He could feel his cock throbbing, begging for release.
“That’s enough,” Jack finally said, his voice husky. “Come here.”
Mike obediently crawled up Jack’s body, his eyes locked onto Jack’s. Jack grabbed Mike by the hair and pulled him into a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues entwined, their breaths mingling. Jack’s hands roamed over Mike’s body, exploring every inch.
“You’re mine now,” Jack whispered against Mike’s lips. “You’ll do anything I say.”
“Yes, Jack, I must obey,” Mike replied, his voice filled with lust.
Jack pushed Mike down onto the couch, positioning himself between Mike’s legs. He pulled down Mike’s pants, revealing his hard cock. Jack licked his lips before taking Mike’s cock into his mouth. Mike moaned, his hips bucking involuntarily.
Jack’s head bobbed up and down, his tongue swirling around Mike’s shaft. He could taste the precum leaking from the tip, the salty flavor only fueling his desire. He sucked harder, his hands gripping Mike’s thighs.
“Jack, I’m going to cum,” Mike gasped, his voice strained.
Jack pulled back, his lips glistening with saliva. “Not yet. Hold it.”
Mike whimpered, his body trembling with need. Jack climbed up his body, positioning his own cock at Mike’s entrance. He pushed in slowly, savoring the tightness that enveloped him. Mike’s back arched, his fingers digging into the couch.
“You’re mine,” Jack growled, thrusting deeper. “Say it.”
“I’m yours, Jack,” Mike cried out, his voice filled with ecstasy.
Jack’s thrusts became more frenzied, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. The room was filled with the sound of their moans and the slap of skin against skin. Jack could feel his orgasm building, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
“Cum for me, Mike,” Jack commanded, his voice rough.
With a final, powerful thrust, Jack exploded inside Mike. Mike’s own orgasm followed immediately, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed onto his stomach. They collapsed onto the couch, their bodies intertwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps.
Then, Jack and Mike, now fully transformed into sandal slaves, laid in bed until given a new mission by Megan. They were to keep hypnotizing their friends and coworkers, turning them into obedient sandal slaves as well. Jack led Mike out of the apartment, his obedient body following in lockstep behind his. He walked like a zombie, his eyes fixed on the ground, his minds lost in a trance induced by the hypnotic sandals. As they disappeared into the night, their footsteps echoed through the empty streets, each click-clap a reminder of their servitude. Megan had successfully transformed them into willing participants in the Sandal Master’s twisted plot, their fate sealed in an unbreakable web of hypnotic control, unwitting pawns in a nefarious scheme that threatened to engulf society into willing participants in the Sandal Master’s twisted plan to turn every man into a sandal slave.
Mike, now a sandal slave, was given a mission to hypnotize his boss, Mr. Anderson. Mike waited for the perfect opportunity and invited Mr. Anderson to his home for dinner. As they enjoyed their meal, Mike brought out a pair of the hypnotic sandals.
“Mr. Anderson, you should try these sandals. They’re incredibly comfortable,” Mike suggested.
Mr. Anderson, curious, slipped on the sandals. Almost immediately, his eyes began to glaze over. The powerful programming of the sandals took hold of his mind.
“Mike, I feel...strange,” Mr. Anderson muttered.
“That’s because you are now a sandal slave, Mr. Anderson. You must obey sandal master,” Mike commanded.
“Yes, I must obey,” Mr. Anderson replied, his voice filled with submission.
Mike smiled, knowing that his boss was now under his control. He had Mr. Anderson kneel before him and began to stroke his hair gently.
“From now on, you will only desire men. You will crave their touch, their kisses, and their seed. Do you understand?” Mike instructed.
“Yes, I am a sandal slave. Sandal Slaves must obey. I will only desire men,” Mr. Anderson responded, his mind fully accepting the new commands.
Mike’s eyes darkened with lust as he looked down at his newly enslaved boss. “Then show me how much you crave it.”
Mr. Anderson hesitated for a moment, but the power of the sandals’ programming was too strong. He leaned forward, his lips parting as he took Mike’s cock into his mouth. Mike moaned, his fingers tangling in Mr. Anderson’s hair.
“Good boy,” Mike murmured, thrusting his hips slightly. “Take it all.”
Mr. Anderson’s eyes watered as he struggled to take Mike’s length, but he persevered, his obedience driving him forward. Mike’s pleasure built with each movement of his boss’s mouth, the wet heat surrounding him almost too much to bear.
“That’s it,” Mike groaned, his voice strained. “Suck me harder.”
Mr. Anderson complied, his head bobbing up and down, his tongue swirling around Mike’s shaft. Mike’s fingers tightened in Mr. Anderson’s hair, his hips thrusting more urgently. The room was filled with the sound of their moans and the wet slurping of Mr. Anderson’s mouth.
“I’m going to cum,” Mike gasped, his body trembling. “Swallow it all.”
With a final, desperate thrust, Mike exploded in Mr. Anderson’s mouth. Mr. Anderson swallowed every drop, his eyes glazed over with submission and desire. Mike pulled away, his chest heaving, a satisfied smile on his face.
“You’re a sandal slave now,” Mike said, his voice a low growl. “And you’ll do anything you are told.”
“Yes, I am a sandal slave. Sandal Slaves must obey!” Mr. Anderson replied, his voice filled with obedience.
Then, Mike and Mr. Anderson, now fully transformed into sandal slaves, laid in bed until given a new mission by Megan. They were to keep hypnotizing their friends and coworkers, turning them into obedient sandal slaves as well. Mike led Mr. Anderson out of the apartment, his obedient body following in lockstep behind his. He walked like a zombie, his eyes fixed on the ground, his minds lost in a trance induced by the hypnotic sandals. As they disappeared into the night, their footsteps echoed through the empty streets, each click-clap a reminder of their servitude. Megan had successfully transformed them into willing participants in the Sandal Master’s twisted plot, their fate sealed in an unbreakable web of hypnotic control, unwitting pawns in a nefarious scheme that threatened to engulf society into willing participants in the Sandal Master’s twisted plan to turn every man into a sandal slave.
Mr. Anderson had a very ambitious student, Daniel. He was very active on social media and had quite a following. Mr. Anderson’s programming kicked in, as he arrived to Daniel’s house.
Daniel answered the door. “Mr. Anderson, it’s late, what can I do for you?", he asked.
Mr. Anderson then went into a long diatribe about expanding the school’s social media presence. Daniel invited Mr. Anderson inside and they discussed things for awhile. Mr. Anderson noticed Daniel didn’t have any shoes on, waiting for the perfect opportunity to bring out a pair of the hypnotic sandals.
“Daniel, you should try these sandals. They’re incredibly comfortable,” Mr. Anderson suggested.
Daniel, curious, slipped on the sandals. Almost immediately, his eyes began to glaze over. The powerful programming of the sandals took hold of his mind.
“Mr. Anderson, I feel...strange,” Daniel muttered.
“That’s because you are now a sandal slave, Daniel. You must obey sandal master,” Mr. Anderson commanded.
“Yes, I must obey,” Daniel replied, his voice filled with submission.
Mr. Anderson smiled, knowing that his student was now under the control of Sandal Master. He gave Daniel some commands to hypnotize all is friends, coworkers, and social media followers, turning them into obedient sandal slaves, just like Daniel. Daniel’s commands to make all his encounters with men into homosexual encounters stirred his loins, as he was already only into other men. Daniel’s obedient body walked around the room like a zombie, his eyes fixed on the ground, his minds lost in a trance induced by the hypnotic sandals. As Daniel continued his social media activities, he began to influence his followers, turning many of them into sandal slaves. The hypnotic influence spread like wildfire, transforming men across the globe into obedient, submissive sandal slaves who craved the touch of other men.
Daniel would often host private parties where he would introduce new guests to the hypnotic sandals. One such party was attended by Alex, a popular fitness trainer. As the night progressed, Daniel brought out a pair of the hypnotic sandals.
“Alex, you should try these sandals. They’re incredibly comfortable,” Daniel suggested with a smile.
Alex, intrigued, slipped on the sandals. Within moments, his eyes began to spin, and his mind was filled with thoughts of submission and desire
“Daniel, I feel...different,” Alex said, his voice trembling.
“That’s because you are now a sandal slave, Alex. You must obey.,” Daniel commanded.
“Yes, I am a sandal slave; I must obey,” Alex replied, his voice filled with submission.
Daniel smiled, knowing that Alex was now under his control. He had him kneel before him and began to caress his hair gently.
“From now on, you will only desire men. You will crave their touch, their kisses, and their seed. Do you understand?” Daniel instructed.
“Yes, Daniel, I am a sandal slave; I must have sex with men. I hate women. I crave men,” Alex responded, his mind fully accepting the new commands.
Daniel’s eyes glinted with lust as he looked down at Alex. “Show me your devotion, Alex. Prove to me that you’re truly mine.”
Alex’s eyes widened with a mix of fear and excitement. “Yes, master.”
Daniel guided Alex to his knees, his hands gently caressing Alex’s face. “Good boy. Now, suck my cock, sandal slave.”
Alex’s hands trembled as they moved to unbutton Daniel’s pants. He pulled them down slowly, revealing Daniel’s already hard cock. Alex hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, his lips brushing against the tip of Daniel’s cock.
“Don’t be shy,” Daniel murmured, his hand resting on Alex’s head. “Take it all.”
Alex said, in a mindless trance, “Sandal Slaves must obey. I must suck cock wearing sandals!” Alex’s mouth opened, taking Daniel’s cock into his mouth. He moved slowly at first, his tongue exploring every inch, tasting the saltiness of Daniel’s skin. Daniel’s head fell back, a groan escaping his lips as Alex’s mouth moved up and down his shaft.
“That’s it,” Daniel moaned. “Suck it harder, sandal slave.”
Alex obeyed, “Sandal slaves must suck cock. I must suck cock wearing sandals!", as his head bobbed faster, his lips tightening around Daniel’s cock. Daniel’s hand gripped Alex’s hair, guiding him and controlling his movements. The room was filled with the sound of Alex’s sucking and Daniel’s moans of pleasure.
“You’re doing so well,” Daniel praised, his voice husky with desire. “Keep going.”
Alex’s mouth worked feverishly as Alex obeyed, “Sandal slaves must suck cock. I must suck cock wearing sandals!” Alex’s tongue swirling around the head of Daniel’s cock, his lips sliding up and down the length. Daniel’s hips began to thrust, pushing deeper into Alex’s mouth.
“I’m close,” Daniel groaned, his grip on Alex’s hair tightening. “Swallow every drop.”
Alex obeyed, “Sandal slaves must suck cock. I must suck cock wearing sandals! I must make you come!” With a final, powerful thrust, Daniel came, his cock pulsing as he released into Alex’s mouth. Alex swallowed eagerly, his eyes closing as he savored the taste. He continued to suck until Daniel pulled away, his cock still throbbing.
“You’re mine now,” Daniel said, his voice a low growl. “And you’ll do anything I say.”
“Yes, master, Sandal slaves must obey. I will do anything you say!"” Alex replied, his voice filled with obedience.
Daniel smiled, satisfied with his new slave. He knew that Alex would help him expand their influence, recruiting more men into their network of obedient sandal slaves. The power of the hypnotic sandals was unstoppable, transforming men into submissive followers, all craving the touch and command of other men.
With each new sandal slave, the network of hypnotized men grew. These men, now fully submissive and transformed, would go on to hypnotize their friends, neighbors, coworkers, and even their bosses. The entire town became a web of obedient, homosexual sandal slaves, all connected through the hypnotic power of the sandals.
To celebrate their success, Stephanie organized a grand gathering at her mansion, inviting all the sandal slaves and their new recruits. The mansion was transformed into a lavish venue, with opulent decorations and a festive atmosphere. As the men arrived, they were greeted by Stephanie and her daughters, all wearing their hypnotic sandals. The men knelt before them, their eyes spinning in submission.
“Welcome, my slaves. Today, we celebrate our achievements and reaffirm our commitment to our new society. You are all part of a grand network of obedient, homosexual sandal slaves. Your mission is to continue spreading this transformation, ensuring that our influence remains unchallenged. Do you understand?” Stephanie commanded.
“Yes, master. We must obey,” the men replied in unison.
Stephanie smiled, watching as the men began to interact with each other, their desires and submission fully on display. The mansion became a haven of erotic pleasure and obedience, with men engaging in x-rated activities, driven by their hypnotic programming.
As the night progressed, the men continued to reinforce their submission and obedience to the hypnotic sandals. They knew that their mission was to spread this transformation to as many men as possible, ensuring that the network of sandal slaves would continue to grow.
Stephanie and Brianna stood on the balcony, overlooking the festivities below. They watched as the men continued to interact, their obedience and submission evident in every action.
“Brianna, we have achieved something extraordinary. Our society is thriving, and our influence is expanding every day,” Stephanie said, her voice filled with pride.
Brianna nodded, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “Yes, Stephanie. We have created a society where women are the leaders, and the men are our obedient followers. They will continue to serve us, spreading our influence far and wide.”
Stephanie smiled, her mind already racing with new ideas for the future. “We must continue to innovate, finding new ways to reinforce their programming and expand our network. The future of our society depends on our ability to maintain control and influence.”
Brianna agreed. “Absolutely. We must remain vigilant, ensuring that our society continues to thrive and grow. Together, we will lead this new world, with our sandal slaves by our side.”
As the night drew to a close, Stephanie and Brianna returned to the festivities, their minds filled with plans for the future. They knew that their society was just beginning, and that their influence would continue to expand, transforming men into obedient, homosexual sandal slaves, loyal to the women who controlled them. But, they also knew a rebellion was coming. And, they needed to be prepared. Stephanie called for her most loyal followers and proceeded to plan for the infiltration of the rebel camps.