Blind Faith
Part 1: A House built on Sand
Blind beliefs are very dangerous things. Things that societies,
television, friends, and, especially, parents instill in us, we
sometimes don't question, don't understand. However, if you don't
understand the reasons for your beliefs, someone who does understand
those beliefs may come along use them against you.
Take Natalie, for example. She was a brilliant student, a stellar
businesswoman, and a hard-line feminist. Everyone in her life knew
it. Her mother had led several demonstrations. She had been so proud
to have a daughter to "carry on the fight". From an early age,
Natalie had learned that she had to fight, that she had to keep men
from "pushing her down". Natalie, of course, never questioned any of
these ideas.
However, Natalie's physical growth had been somewhat different.
Her mother had been fairly plain. Natalie, on the other hand, had
blossomed at a very young age. By the age of ten, she had already
begun to form curves that drew quite a bit of attention.
Her mother was quick to let her daughter know that, as most know,
true beauty is on the inside. Natalie did her best to ignore the
looks that men and boys were giving her. She rationalized it by
saying that they were just sizing her up like a piece of meat, which
was probably true, yet there was always a lingering doubt. Why
shouldn't she enjoy her looks, her body? Why did she have this beauty
if she constantly had to hide it? After all, she had developed into
quite a nice lady. Nice 36D cups filled out her chest, while her slim
waist and rich auburn hair highlighted her light complexion and deep
blue eyes. Even in her own mind, she knew it wouldn’t take much to
make her a complete knockout.
After high school and college, Natalie took a job in a local
bookstore. She was a sales clerk. This gave her plenty of time to
work with the feminist groups that she had taken charge of when her
mother decided that it was time for new blood. She didn't make much,
but she was able to share an apartment with her friend from college
friend, Sarah, and still have some money to play around with on dates,
shopping sprees, books, etc.
Everything was running like clockwork in Natalie's life until she
happened to scan a piece of spam in her inbox one Friday afternoon.
It was an anonymous invitation to a BDSM/hypnosis chat room. At
first, she was appalled that anyone had the gall to send her, a
respected feminist, an invite to such a worthless and lewd chat room,
but the idea of hypnosis intrigued her. It wasn't the first time that
she had fantasized about the slow seduction/brainwashing of the women
in the old horror films, like Dracula. Of course, something like that
is only fictional, right?
Still, Natalie saw this as a welcome diversion from all the
planning and housework that she needed to do. Her roommate was out
for most of the night, and she was single for the moment, so she
logged online just to see what kind of weirdoes there might be in this
room.
What she found, though, was something unexpected. There were
mostly men in this chat room, but none of them seemed interested
enough to immediately send her a message. She stayed and listened to
the discussion in the channel for a while but didn't make any
comments. After 30 minutes or so, someone new entered the chat room
with the screen name, WillKiller. Natalie paused for a moment to keep
herself from laughing and ended up messaging this person, just to see
how they eliminated someone's will.
<MaidForYou> Hello
<WillKiller> Good evening. How are
you tonight?
<MaidForYou> I'm doing good. and
you?
<WillKiller> I'm wonderful. What
brings you to our channel tonight?
<MaidForYou> Oh, I was just surfing,
and came across it. I am curious about your nick. Exactly how do you
kill someone's will?
<WillKiller> Well, to be honest, most
women that come here simply want to give it up, but the nick certainly
caught your interest... which is what it's there for :)
<MaidForYou> lol
<WillKiller> lol
<MaidForYou> true...
<MaidForYou> snared
<WillKiller> so are you interested in
losing your will?
<MaidForYou> no, but I have fantasies
about being brainwashed
<WillKiller> hmm... I did snare a good
one
<WillKiller> what kind of
brainwashing?
<MaidForYou> sort of Stepford wivesy
really... going from feminist to ditzy bimbo
<WillKiller> oh, you’re a
feminist?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> hmm... love feminists,
say they want control, but in reality, they'd love to give it
up... and most times already have
<MaidForYou> what do you
mean?
<WillKiller> well, what would you say
is the one point of being a feminist for you?
<MaidForYou> equality of the
sexes
<WillKiller> basically, you don't want
a man telling you what to do, right?
<MaidForYou> right
<WillKiller> but someone probably
already did... let me guess your mother, aunt, or grandmother is a
feminist?
<MaidForYou> mother
<WillKiller> :) so you were instilled
with what you believe by your mother
<WillKiller> she made you the feminist
you are
<MaidForYou> well, I guess
<WillKiller> so you believe you can be
in control, when you're told what to believe?
<MaidForYou> she didn’t tell me what
to think
<MaidForYou> I just grew up to agree
with it
<WillKiller> sure. she didn't tell
you, but you must have some doubt, or you wouldn't be here
right?
<MaidForYou> well, I guess
<WillKiller> so you "grew up to agree
with it" but you aren't really sure if you do?
<WillKiller> now that doesn't make
much sense does it?
<MaidForYou> I guess not…
<WillKiller> so what really happened
is, your mom filled your mind with feminist talk and wouldn't let you
think anything else
<WillKiller> so you had no choice but
to agree
<WillKiller> which is why you are
seeking out someone else to control you now
<WillKiller> no mom to pump thoughts
in your head
<WillKiller> you need someone else to
tell you what to think
<WillKiller> hmmm?
<MaidForYou> I don’t know about
that...
<WillKiller> well, let's look at the
small things in life
<WillKiller> do you buy name brands?
(clothes, food, etc.)
<MaidForYou> not all the time
<WillKiller> sure, sweetie, but "when"
you buy them because you do, why do you?
<MaidForYou> because they're the best
quality
<WillKiller> and you know
that... because you've seen an ad or someone has told you they are the
best
<WillKiller> do you actually have any
original thoughts?
<WillKiller> well, let's move
on... work...
<WillKiller> do you have a
job?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> do you take control at
work or are you a follower?
<MaidForYou> I work in a bookshop,
sales clerk
<WillKiller> so you take orders from
customers, from your boss...
<WillKiller> hmm... not much but
following there
<WillKiller> well, let's see it seems
to me that you've already submitted to what society and what your
family says
<WillKiller> so what do you need
someone to hypnotize you to make you submit?
<MaidForYou> it’s just a
fantasy
<WillKiller> sure it is, but a fantasy
is a deep desire from your mind
<WillKiller> something you want or
something that you really are
<MaidForYou> listen, you’re
wrong
<MaidForYou> there are more important
things to do than argue with you
<MaidForYou> bye
<WillKiller> bye for now, you’ll be
back
<WillKiller> for now, just remember,
your life is a house built on sand. You think the right way and say
all the right things, but you don’t believe any of it
<WillKiller> you have no foundation,
so your beliefs won’t protect you
<WillKiller> so get a good night’s
rest tonight, tomorrow you’ve got a lot to learn
<MaidForYou> yeah, right
MaidForYou signed off
Natalie logged off as quickly as she could. Her anger was only
matched by her nervousness. Whoever he was, he was wrong, but why did
what he say bother her so much? She had messaged him. She had
started the conversation, so how had he ended up controlling it. It
wasn’t her usual pattern, but he didn’t seem like the people she
usually chatted with. There was one effect that was obvious to her.
He had made her really horny. Just the thought that maybe he was
right was all she needed to get wet.
It was kind of strange. Natalie had put on her nightie (camisole
and matching panties) figuring that whatever guy she ended up chatting
with would want to know. Men were usually so predictable. They want
women in lingerie who were willing to cum. He hadn’t even asked. Now
her hand slid under her nightie, inside her panties, and a finger
slipped into her pussy. She didn’t usually play with herself at the
computer, but she needed a release. This whole situation was getting
her extremely horny. A quick orgasm later, she shut down the
computer. She shouldn’t have been so horny from just talking with a
guy about her belief in sexual equality, should she?
The questions WillKiller had raised haunted her all through the
night. She tried to watch some TV, but she found that the commercials
really bothered her. Were they just information, just telling the
truth? Were they telling her what to buy, what to believe?
Eventually, Natalie shut off the TV and decided to turn in early.
As soon as her head touched her pillow she felt an overwhelming
weight and tiredness through her whole body. She tried to stay awake
and think about everything that was happening, but she couldn’t resist
the urge to just let go and sleep. She had a very peaceful, restful
sleep. As far as she knew nothing existed after that, no dreams, no
midnight kitchen raids. She slept all night and awoke to a new
beautiful day. The strange chat she was part of last night was a
fading memory.
Natalie got up and got dressed. She still didn’t turn on the TV,
but she felt like she was in control again, or at least, she thought
she was. She hadn’t heard her friend that shared the apartment come
in last night, but she did notice now that apparently she had raided
the fridge this morning. She’d have to go shopping, and of course,
Sarah was no where to be found. Natalie was looking for an excuse to
get out the apartment, so she was glad to do the shopping, this
time.
It wasn’t quite so easy when she got to grocery store, though. She
found the conversation she had the night before back at the forefront
of her mind. She couldn’t decide whether to buy the name brand
products that she had been buying or whether to buy the generic
brands. She usually did pick up some generic products anyways, so she
figured giving a few more of them a try wouldn’t hurt. She piled some
more generic brands in her cart instead of her usual purchases.
Still, she did have this nagging feeling that WillKiller had
somehow told her to buy them, or was he just making a comment about
her giving into the TV. He was a hard one to figure out. She’d have
to confront him again and stay in control if she wanted to get control
of her life back. That night Sarah was still in, but Natalie had to
get online. She closed the door to her room, logged back into the
chat room, and prayed Sarah wouldn’t disturb her. Natalie didn’t see
him at first but she decided to wait. It seemed that this time, there
were plenty of other would-be hypnotists that were more than willing
to chat with her. After 15 minutes of turning down over thirty
hypnotists, male and female, she was glad to see WillKiller finally
arrive.
<MaidForYou> What did you do to
me?
<WillKiller> Hello again, I told you
that you would be back
<MaidForYou> What did you do to
me?
<WillKiller> We only chatted last
night for less than 15 minutes. How could I possibly do anything to
you?
<MaidForYou> I don’t know. Those
things you said last night. I’ve been second guessing my decisions
all day. It has to be you.
<WillKiller> Well, that’s not me. It
is you. What I said simply confirmed all the doubts that you already
had
<MaidForYou> No, that’s not like
me.
<WillKiller> it’s not? Just think
about your personal life...
<WillKiller> do people just offhand
tell you to get the phone, pick something up, close the door?
<WillKiller> or just random small
orders
<WillKiller> that you just
obey?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> sure they don't, do you
even really know?
<MaidForYou> what do you
mean?
<WillKiller> I bet you may not have
noticed
<WillKiller> do you usually pay
attention to that sort of thing?
<MaidForYou> I don’t know
<MaidForYou> never really thought
about it
<WillKiller> but you'll do it now,
you'll notice, and you'll be surprised
<WillKiller> you won't do them, but
you'll be surprised at how many times people tell you to do
things
<WillKiller> and if you don't do them,
you'll get so obnoxious that people won't like you
<WillKiller> just a little fun
fact
<MaidForYou> what do you
mean?
<WillKiller> don't worry about it
sweetheart, I'll tell you later
<WillKiller> so you take orders at
work, your mom tells you what to think, and you're one of the few who
actually believes what you see on television
<WillKiller> but you're a feminist who
is in control of your life
<MaidForYou> well, I don’t believe
everything I see on TV
<WillKiller> let's see it seems to me
that you've already submitted to what society and what your family
says
<WillKiller> so what do you need
someone to hypnotize you to make you submit?
<MaidForYou> Like I said, it’s just a
fantasy
<WillKiller> And as I said, a fantasy
is a deep desire from your mind
<WillKiller> something you want or
something that you really are
<WillKiller> feminism is simply women
who don't want you to submit to men, but to them instead...
<WillKiller> ;)
<WillKiller> see what I mean?
<MaidForYou> I guess...
<MaidForYou> wait, what did you mean
about being obnoxious?
<WillKiller> hmm... why did that
statement strike a nerve?
<MaidForYou> it’s just I don’t want to
be seen as obnoxious that’s all
<WillKiller> don't want to, because
you already have been?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> sure, well, for the sake
of argument, as I said, now that you are thinking about this
<WillKiller> you'll notice when your
mom, people at work, anyone really... tells (not asks) you what to
do.
<WillKiller> well, since you don't
want to be seen as weak, since you want to be in control, be a
feminist
<WillKiller> you won't let them tell
you what to do, you'll stay in control
<WillKiller> but it will annoy you
that these people are trying to control you
<WillKiller> you won't like it, you'll
get annoyed and the more it happens
<WillKiller> the more annoyed and
hateful you'll be
<WillKiller> until people see you as
an obnoxious, ice cold, bitch
<WillKiller> which means no friends,
fights with the family
<WillKiller> and definitely no
man
<WillKiller> understand?
<MaidForYou> yes, at least, I see your
point of view
<WillKiller> so what do you
think?
<MaidForYou> I don’t want that to
happen
<WillKiller> well, then you have a
choice...
<WillKiller> you've already seen you
submit, you can't help it
<WillKiller> you'll submit to someone,
one way or the other
<WillKiller> or you'll push everyone
away and be alone
<WillKiller> so I would suggest you
submit
<MaidForYou> what do you mean? Submit
to what?
<WillKiller> that is the
question... to what? to society, to your family, or to someone who
can guide you and help you discover your true submissiveness
<WillKiller> not just use
you...
<WillKiller> hmmm.... something to
think about definitely...
<WillKiller> go ahead and leave the
channels you're in if you don't mind
Absentmindedly, Natalie notices that she is still in the channel.
She closed the channel thinking that, if nothing else, it will stop
all the annoying chat requests so that she can focus on making this
guy understand her point of view, which he so far hadn’t even asked
for. Then Natalie refocused her attention on this
<WillKiller> But tell me a little about
yourself
<WillKiller> we've been chatting all
this time and I seem to have dominated the conversation
<WillKiller> what's your name, where
are you from, interests?
<MaidForYou> my name's Natalie, I’m
26, from Atlanta, and I like reading and the cinema
<WillKiller> well, ok, and what's your
bra size?
<MaidForYou> that's a bit
personal...
<WillKiller> ok, just a
question
<WillKiller> but why is your bra size
too personal to tell, just curious?
<WillKiller> most women online don't
mind
<MaidForYou> well I’m slightly busty,
and also it felt like by asking about that so quickly after asking me
about my life you were implying that it was just as important as my
name or my interests
<WillKiller> hmm... well, to some men
it is, does that bother you?
<MaidForYou> a bit yes
<WillKiller> are you ashamed of your
tits?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> but they are a source of
separation, that makes you stand out from men, and makes women
jealous
<MaidForYou> yes
<MaidForYou> it’s just I want to be
liked for who I am, not what cup size I have
<WillKiller> but you want control,
power, yes?
<MaidForYou> what do you
mean?
<WillKiller> tits are a source of
power; they can draw men to you...
<WillKiller> but only through
submission
<WillKiller> have you never seen
that?
<MaidForYou> I don’t get how their a
source of power through submission
<WillKiller> most women only get men
to stay by pleasing them, but your body, your tits, are a source of
pleasure for men, by using them to draw men to you, you work less at
pleasing them because your body already does
<WillKiller> it puts you a leg or tit
up on most women
<WillKiller> again just a thought for
you
<WillKiller> but let me guess, your
mother probably had some sort of problem with your tits, didn't want
you showing them off?
<MaidForYou> well, yes
<MaidForYou> actually
<WillKiller> hmm... you've got some
issues with your mom...
<MaidForYou> not really
<WillKiller> but first, your
tits... what are you wearing now?
<MaidForYou> a black satin
blouse
<WillKiller> that's it?
<MaidForYou> and a white bra
<WillKiller> pants?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> slacks, skirt?
<MaidForYou> long skirt
<WillKiller> panties?
<MaidForYou> yes, of course
<WillKiller> ok, is there a mirror
near you?
<MaidForYou> yes, why?
<WillKiller> can you see yourself and
still type to me?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> good, take off your shirt
for a sec, I want to show you something
<MaidForYou> what?
<WillKiller> just do it, trust
me
<MaidForYou> okay...
<WillKiller> is it off?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> good, now look at
yourself, sitting there in your bra
<WillKiller> how do you think you
look?
<MaidForYou> ordinary, maybe a little
silly
<WillKiller> well, what size are
you're tits?
<MaidForYou> 36D
<WillKiller> how tall are
you?
<MaidForYou> 5'2
<WillKiller> I’d hardly call that
ordinary
<WillKiller> ok, so do you want to
know what men see when they look at you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> they see a pair of tits,
and no matter what you do, that is what they will see, but just keep
trusting me for another minute, ok?
<MaidForYou> ok...
<WillKiller> take off your bra now,
just for a minute or two
<WillKiller> off?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> good, now look at the
screen and start touching your tits
<WillKiller> feel the nipples
<WillKiller> rub them gently
<WillKiller> feel the sensations that
brings
<WillKiller> let those sensations flow
through your body
<WillKiller> now cup your
tits
<WillKiller> hold them
<WillKiller> feel them
<WillKiller> the sexuality in
them
<WillKiller> they make you sexy just
by their size, their firmness
<WillKiller> by touching them you feel
good
<WillKiller> I'll bet it feels good
when others touch them as well
<WillKiller> now continue to
fondle
<WillKiller> and rub your
tits
<WillKiller> do you enjoy
that?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> now, look at yourself in
the mirror
<WillKiller> and keep rubbing
<WillKiller> now how do you see
yourself?
<MaidForYou> looks a bit slutty like
that
<WillKiller> but sexy, doesn't it, or
would you deny it?
<MaidForYou> yes, I guess it
does
<WillKiller> but how did you become
sexy like that, by following my suggestions, right?
<MaidForYou> right
<WillKiller> so now do you see the
sexuality, the power of your tits, through submission
<WillKiller> because if you did this
on your own you would feel slutty, wouldn't you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> but you said you felt
sexy, because you were trusting me and following my orders, weren't
you?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> now do you
understand?
<MaidForYou> I think so
<WillKiller> what do you normally chat
about when you come online?
<MaidForYou> fantasies but never this
intensely
<WillKiller> and what do you think
about our chat so far?
<MaidForYou> there's a lot to take
in
<WillKiller> but a lot of truth in it,
isn't there?
<MaidForYou> yes
<WillKiller> and you notice how you so
easily accepted my suggestion to leave the channels?
<MaidForYou> oh...
<WillKiller> I thought you didn't take
random orders?
<MaidForYou> I didn’t really think it
through...
<WillKiller> well, just something to
think about
<WillKiller> so want to give me a few
more details about become a ditzy bimbo
<MaidForYou> If I was a bimbo I
wouldn't have to worry about my boobs being too big or concealing them
or wearing dark clothes
<MaidForYou> I would be happy that
they were getting attention from men and would even draw attention to
them with lower tops
<MaidForYou> Also if I was a bimbo I
wouldn't have to keep up with the news or read the latest book every
time one came out to stay up with my friends
<MaidForYou> I could let go a little
and relax and maybe go out clubbing instead and maybe find friends who
didn't expect so much from me, because I have a good degree
<MaidForYou> I think being a bimbo
must be more relaxing in general
<WillKiller> Wow... Great
fantasy!
<MaidForYou> thanks
<WillKiller> just a quick question,
have you moved to put on your bra or shirt yet?
<MaidForYou> no
<WillKiller> why not?
<MaidForYou> it didn’t occur to
me
<WillKiller> and now?
<MaidForYou> still haven’t
<WillKiller> hmm... so you're just
leaving them off for now
MaidForYou nods
Natalie was shaking from her own arousal, own fear. She had no
desire to put her top back on. She was perfectly content talking to
this stranger topless and letting him order her around. WHY?!?! She
did the only thing she still had the strength to think of,
retreat.
<MaidForYou> But it is getting late.
I think I had better go.
<WillKiller> Ok, would you like to
chat again tomorrow night?
<MaidForYou> I don’t think so. I
think I need some time to sort this entire thing out.
<WillKiller> that’s fine. I’ll wait
as long as you want. You’ll be back.
<MaidForYou> Not this time.
Bye
MaidForYou signed off
And again Natalie logged off, topless and horny. She immediately
pulled down her skirt. She didn’t know or care why she was having
these feelings. She was lost in the moment, the passion, the lust
that she was feeling. She didn’t even bother pulling off her panties.
She pushed them aside, and her fingers flew inside herself and went to
work. Her fingers moved like a pianist playing a great concerto. The
pleasure she felt was only matched by the release that she attained
when she orgasmed.
What was happening to her? How was he doing this? She couldn’t be
really buying into all this, could she? But here she was, sitting in
a pair of panties with a completely soaked crotch. She looked over at
the clock. She had intended a quick gripe out of the guy, but
instead, they had had another in-depth conversation about her feminism
that apparently from her current state of undress, she had lost
AGAIN!
She flopped down onto her back on the bed. She was exhausted both
mentally and physically. It was late. The last conscious thought she
had was, “I should put on my nightie,” but she couldn’t make herself
move. She drifted into a deep sleep in her damp panties, on top of
her covers, while dreaming dreams of sweet submission. She dreamed of
fighting a losing battle against a mysterious force that she couldn’t
stop or resist. Yet the more she fought the more she realized that
she didn’t want to resist at all.
The next sound Natalie heard was her roommate knock and begin to
open her door.
“Natty, you ok? It’s getting late. Aren’t you going to see your
folks today?”
Natalie could only try to grab at the sheets to cover her nearly
naked form and think,
“HOW am I going to explain THIS?!”
as the door opened and Sarah stuck her head in.
TO BE CONTINUED…