A Rough Two Months
mc; Mg+; Mdom; gdom; inc
One wonderful day, as I had watched the lights go out for little Tiffany and Amber, and they joined my daughter Lilly in her open-mouthed and vacant trance, I'd had the idea of just tying little strips of leather around their wrists and telling them these bracelets had irresistible mind control powers.
Still staring into the pulsating LEDs, it wasn't surprising that the girls replied, "Yesssss." Their minds full of the humming and the patterns, there was nothing else that they could do.
What did surprise me was that next time I got them to wear the little loops of leather, their cute faces drained of all emotion and the girls fell to their knees, looking up at me worshipfully. Amber even seemed to fight it, struggling to hold herself back when I commanded them all to strip naked. It gave me a special thrill, knowing that the power she was trying to resist was something I had just made up.
A minute later, her hairless, elfin body was completely on display. An hour, and she'd given herself totally into my power. A month after that, she helped me to enslave a spirited brunette named Molly using nothing but progressive relaxation, peer pressure and a little leather band. Within a year of that day, my house was frequent host to scores of little girls who loved to have big sleepovers, and who would all put on their special bracelets before bed, only to rise as my obedient slaves. By the time she hit puberty, Lilly had been wearing her "slave bracelet" for the better part of three years.
We hadn't needed the hypnotic device for so long, I wasn't even sure where it was any more… but having spent so long within my power, it was only a matter of time before she'd realised that the control went both ways.
She caught me off-guard as I was indulging in a little role-play with her tomboyish, red-haired friend Lina and the cutely blushing Amber. I had a nice new story in the works, and both girls were about to act it out for me. Lina wore a one-piece swimsuit with a cottontail, and a barrette with bunny ears. Amber wore nothing but a vacant smile. One moment, I was watching Lina tease the other girl with a dangling pendant. The next, Lilly had slipped a little leather band around my wrist.
"Slave!" my eleven-year-old daughter cheered. "You're my slave! You have to obey me!"
I frowned. "Lilly–"
"No talking!" she snapped, in the tone she might've used to shout "no takebacks!" in the playground.
I was about to put her in her place, when I saw all the other girls were staring at me. Every last one of them was wearing a little leather bracelet, convinced that the bracelet could control their minds, completely and irresistibly. Amber was looking at me strangely, running a hand down her nude body. Molly was looking down at her own bracelet. Lina tilted her bunny ears curiously.
Lilly indicated the ground with her little hand. "Sit," she said.
I had no choice. I couldn't risk planting a seed of doubt about the bracelets. My eyes wide in simulated trance and real horror, I fell to my knees.
"Roll over!" Lilly giggled.
I tumbled like a cocker-spaniel with an ear infection, before dizzily returning to a kneeling position, panting aloud from exertion.
"Good dog!"
A minute later I had stripped all of my clothes off, there were googly eyes and a red ribbon superglued to my penis, and an elementary school class' worth of little girls were taking turns ordering me around. An hour later, I was tied up in the yard, near exhaustion, and eating fruit loops out of the dog's bowl while the girls held a dance party inside. Pointing and laughing out the window, they ensured that there was someone watching me at all times, and my slave bracelet stayed firmly on.
A month after that, I'd lost my job and gotten all too used to living off the girls' discarded candy. I would never have expected that I could so much as think this, but… I was regretting just how many girls I had enslaved. I couldn't evade them for a second. I could barely sleep. They took turns, and there were just so many. My house had become their castle, a little pirate cave of delights filled with video games, toys and cute children. Girls I'd enslaved and girls I hadn't mingled freely in my living room, and apparently everyone in the school knew by now that if you asked the "old man" to get you something, he would obey without question. If any of the new girls thought it odd that the convention was to wear tight costumes or go nude inside the house, they never said so: by the time they joined in on the fun, most kids were apparently all too eager to do as the Romans do. I even saw some girls, without a trace of hypnotic conditioning, wander around totally nude just because everyone else was doing it.
The more girls joined, the more impossible it became to escape my "enslaved" fate… and yet, I found that letting the girls run free more than doubled the amount of naked little ones lounging around my house. I never slept alone, being used as a big, hairy teddy bear by up to sixteen girls at once… and after a while, the kids began to toy with hypnotizing one another of their own accord. When I wasn't reassuring neighbourhood mothers–for hours at a time–that their daughters were welcome to sleep over under my supervision for as long as they wanted, I was being used as a gofer or clumsily cooking for my charges but with the proof of my perfect obedience at hand, there was no longer any doubt in any girl's mind that the bracelets worked, and more and more of them were experimenting in increasingly delightful ways. For short periods every day, I had to admit that this was bliss.
Some weeks later, that clever little redhead Lina got into my computer, and my tenuous sense of satisfaction was thrown back into chaos. I don't know how she did it, but one day as I walked past my room on an errand, wearing only a pair of briefs and Groucho Marx glasses, I found her dressed as a Western gunslinger and reading my private files with her friends.
"Look at this stuff," she said, her emerald eyes reflecting sordid allegories of encounters she could not remember. "Do you think this could be rea– Oh my God!"
Her voice choked off and she blushed deeply when she read the next few words. As the whole group of costumed little girls leaned close to the computer, my mind raced. What would I do when they read through my story draft about controlling girls with fake hypnotic bracelets? It was a matter of time, and there was no stopping them without the device. Where could it be? I had checked everywhere that they would let me go inside the house. Without it, the group in front of me would be my undoing. They'd find out my secret, tell their dads, and then their dads would kill me.
"Amber, look! The girl in this story, it's you!" said Lina, as Amber leant across her in her tight school uniform. "You see? He calls her 'Golden Amber' and she looks just like you."
"G-Golden…?" Amber suddenly stopped moving completely, freezing in place like a plastic doll. "Yes, Doctor," she said suddenly. Her body stiffened, she turned slowly, and her eyes fixed themselves on me. Her jaw dropped, and her hands crept up her school shirt. She tore it off. Buttons fell to the carpet. She struggled out of her skirt and her stockings as quickly as possible. A moment later, she had thrown her panties aside. Amber fell to her knees and crawled to my feet, as the other girls and I stood frozen, staring at her.
Lina had a hand to her mouth. "What are you doing?"
With a wicked smile, Amber said, "It's so wonderful to strip for Master. It feels almost as good as controlling other girls."
"Huh?"
"All of you, strip and obey!"
I heard little moans of resistance and pleasure, as all of the little girls - they were all wearing slave bracelets - began to strip out of their pirate, princess and fairy outfits into their milky-white birthday suits. Lina herself cast aside her little cowboy hat immediately, and slipped her gun-belt off obediently before she even knew what was happening. "Listen here and obey my commands," two voices cried at once, seizing the chance.
Lina and I looked at one another, each startled that the other had spoken. She was taking off her little plastic sheriff's badge.
I said, "Knee–"
"Jinx!" she snapped. "You can't talk!"
Damn it! Her playground instincts served her well. Seeing the other girls still trying to resist, I couldn't risk them breaking free until they had submitted to me fully. I grudgingly shut up.
"Now, I'm in charge," she said, taking her cowboy vest off. Her face was scrunched into the world's cutest expression of displeased puzzlement. "And I'm SURE there's something funny going on here," she continued, bending down to unzip her little cowboy boots, "so none of you are going anywhere until I figure out what it is!"
Lina began to pace in a circle like a Golden Age detective, looking around at each of the nude little slave girls and at me, in turn. As she was walking, she unbuttoned her striped cowboy shirt. She had exposed her freckled chest before she said another word.
Suddenly, she seemed to have an epiphany. She pointed at me. "You!" she said. With an expression of shock upon her face, she pulled her cowboy chaps down, leaving herself naked. "You've been using hypnosis to control us, like in these stories!"
I drew myself up to my full height. It was now, or never. "Yes, Lina," I said, taking off the ridiculous glasses and towering over the nude little girl. She looked fragile and helpless in the shadow of a strong, adult man. "I am your Master. You are all my slaves. Now, KNEEL!"
She stiffened in fear, as did the other children. One by one, they fell down to their knees in mute surrender, until only Lina was left standing.
"No fair! You're MY slave!" wailed Lina, her legs wobbling as they began to give out. "You kneel!"
I pulled the little leather strap from my hand. "No," I said. "You are MINE."
The girls gasped collectively, sweating and glancing at one another in panic as they grovelled at my knees. Lina bit her lip, swaying like a sapling in the breeze, before she too joined them in helpless supplication on the ground.
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Now I'm taking back the house," I said, "and you're all going to help me put the other girls back under hypnosis."
Amber's glazed eyes fluttered, and then she was looking down at her bracelet. "W-wait… that means…"
Lina gasped, "… the bracelets aren't real!"
"Focus on the helpless, obedient feeling," I said quickly. "That feeling is real. The submission is real. The hypnosis that I used on you is irresistible. You must obey. You can't resist."
"Can't… resist," echoed Amber, breathing heavily. Her smooth naked chest trembled along with her lower lip.
"N-no!" said Lina, struggling with herself.
"Yes, Lina," I commanded. "It's impossible to stop yourself. You're hypnotized. You've been conditioned to obey. You have no choice but to submit. My mind control technique is flawlessly effective."
She floundered, trying to resist. "F-Flaw-less-ly…" The naked redhead's voice faltered, her body quaking as her will gave way. "Eff-ec-tive!"
I heard the floor creak behind me.
"That means that it'd work on you as well, right?" said a new voice. I whirled around. It was Molly, holding out the slave bracelet she'd just taken off.
"Uh…"
The feisty little brunette kicked me right in the balls, and I collapsed – groaning – into a circle of nude, hypnotized girls.
Behind Molly, I could see my daughter Lilly and half a house worth of children, all either naked or in costume. They had taken their bracelets off.
"Traitorous adult!" said my daughter, pointing a plastic cutlass at me. "It's time to walk the plank!"
I cried out a volley of sharp commands, but it was too late. No sound in this universe could be heard over two dozen shrieking little girls. The horde of tiny bodies fell upon me from both sides, and without the advantage of height I was swarmed under. Individually weak, they were collectively unstoppable. I found myself trussed up with skipping ropes, my head bound, blinded and gagged with a soft bath towel that still smelled like the last little girl who had used it.
As they half-dragged and half-carried me away, I forced myself to be calm. They couldn't hypnotize me with just what they read in my stories. I had fictionalized things enough that I could not imagine any of that stuff actually working… at least on myself. I just had to play along, watch them swing pendants in front of my eyes for a while, and once I had them fooled, I would be back where I started. It would just be a matter of waiting for another opportunity to present itself.
They lowered me into a seated position, and when they took the towel off my head I found myself inside my dark garage. All of the girls were there, crowded into the small space. They were on one side of the garage, lined up in two uneven rows like a firing squad. I sat, tied to a little plastic chair, upon the other.
Lilly opened up an old and dusty doll house which had been hidden in the lean of a collapsed ping pong table, behind some bags of garden mulch. She fumbled inside it for a moment, and withdrew a little mass of circuit boards wired haphazardly to some speakers and an LED light. My stomach leapt into my throat as I saw my hypnotic device, the SimonSayer. She set it up on a low table like a tiny projector, pointed at me. I ground my teeth and fought to free myself. The skipping ropes strained, digging into the flesh of my arms.
"Do you remember this thing, dad?" said Lilly. "I liked playing with the SimonSayer so much, I took it and kept it for myself…"
The other girls watched her curiously. Lina and Molly grinned.
"But you always told me to share my toys with others," she continued, "So I'm gonna let you play, as well!"
"No! No, honey!" I shouted, as she slotted in a fat battery and the LED light went on. "You're confused. You're not thinking straight. Please untie Daddy!"
She started grinning, herself. "You know, Daddy, I was so sad when the bracelet worked… 'cause I wanted to do this for a long time."
"NO!"
I shut my eyes tightly. She pressed the button, and the room was suffused with the binaural hum of the SimonSayer. The LED grew extremely bright and started pulsing madly. Even through my eyelids I could tell that it was blinking in chaotic patterns faster than the eye could see.
Slowly, dizzyingly, the humming ate away at the periphery of my consciousness, drawing my mind into itself, making me want to stop resisting and give myself willingly to the hypnotic sound. My eyelids flickered, compelled to stare at the light. I wrestled against the cable-like ropes. Barely audible over the strange static of the SimonSayer, I heard one of the girls open up my laptop.
"Simon says watch, listen, and learn..." said a high-pitched voice, reading my own words back to me.
"N…no…" I shuddered, my body overwhelmed with a sensation of pleasure. The humming, the flickering against my eyelids, and the reedy voice melded into one terrifyingly fascinating sense of attraction. My arms slackened. My jaw fell open. I fought to keep my eyes closed, but already my brain was shutting down.
"Simon says you love the SimonSayer..." Simon continued.
I struggled to remember the voice, to remember where I was, to remember what was happening. I couldn't help but forget. I lost myself in the humming. My eyelids flickered again, and I saw it. The first blast of the LED's light rocked my entire body. I reeled back in my chair, moaning deeply. I opened my eyes to watch, my ears to listen, and my mind to learn. I loved the SimonSayer. I ground my teeth. "I… I love… the Simon… Sayer!" I gasped.
She smiled, a silhouette behind the wonderful entrancing light. "Simon says following directions feels good..." said the girl.
"Sso… good…" I drooled, helpless to stop myself. "I will… follow directions! Following directions… feels gooood!" I couldn't resist any more, not for more than a second. I had to obey. It felt good. Of course it felt good, but… I squinted against the pulsating, hypnotic light. Was Simon a girl?
Simon said, "You're doing so well! Simon says, take off your clothing!" She grinned beautifully. As she leaned forward and placed her hand on the SimonSayer, my eyes traced up her delicate arm to her sweet little body as if magnetized. Somehow, even hopelessly under hypnosis and hyper-focused as I was, the sight of an adorable, totally nude schoolgirl could still capture my attention.
I still could not escape my bonds, but I was only wearing an old pair of white cotton briefs, and even tied up as I was it did not take me long to get a grip upon one end, bend down and shimmy out of them. My gaze was fixed upon my Master the whole time, the strobing highlights of her body now reflecting the enthralling cycles of the LED into my eyes. I drank in Simon's cute little button nipples, her elegant collarbones, the gentle swell of her stomach, her lanky little legs. She was so beautiful, so perfect. "I will do anything Simon says," I declared with barely a scrap of resistance remaining, flicking my underpants away.
I had next to nothing left in me, my free will all but entirely gone. Heedless of consequence, my mind completely blank except for thoughts of pleasure, obedience and Simon, I lay back in the chair before the strobe-light, my raging erection pointed directly at the dozens of shocked little girls.
"Good boy!" said Simon.
"Gooo…" I drawled, echoing Simon. No, not Simon… "Go…" My glazed eyes stared unevenly, consuming my last thread of conscious thought. This wasn't Simon… this was… "Go… Go…lden… Am…ber…"
My words trailed off. I slumped into my chair as their unthinking thrall, all my free will completely spent.
The girls cheered, exchanging high-fives and squeals of excited laughter. A single girl stayed out of the celebration. She stood over the SimonSayer with her hair over her eyes. Finally, she droned two simple words: "Yes, Doctor."
Lina turned around sharply. "Amber, no!"
With a serene expression, Amber turned the SimonSayer in place, until the strobing light was pointing at the garage full of little girls.
Some of the kids were caught mid-exultation, and the happiness never left their little faces. Lilly and Lina stared in horror, their eyes glazing over instantly as they froze up in helpless shock. Tiffany held out for a moment, struggling to shout a warning. They collapsed to their knees one by one, helpless against the flicker and the hum, slipping under the power of the SimonSayer just as I had.
A couple of the girls resisted long enough to approach the device.
"D-don't l-look at it," moaned Molly, seeing it for the first time. She couldn't look away. "It makes you s-sleepy…"
Another girl reached for it. "It makes you…" she stammered.
Finally, they all fell into helpless trances, mouthing, "oooobeeyyyyy…"
Once all the girls had fallen under, Amber picked up my laptop again, and started from the top.
"Simon says watch, listen, and learn…"
Despite being freed from the strobe-light some time ago, I woke up from my own hypnotic trance only a long time later, once the whole roomful of girls had scattered their clothing all over the garage. Some of the children were discovering the joys of obedience for the first time, and others seemed to be eager to teach them how much fun their little bodies could be.
A minute later they all fell upon me, and this time the horde of them descending on my helpless form was a source of overwhelming pleasure as they pushed and climbed and kissed and fondled every part of me, entirely unlike the last time. The feeling was so dizzyingly pure, that it was almost worth the last two months of torture. An hour later, I had calmed them down and all the girls were gathered in a group before me like a school group listening to a story. As I ran my hand through Amber's hair and hugged her naked body close, I let the strobe light do its work and fed the girls' inquisitive minds by telling them what Simon said. Another hour after that, I took the laptop from young Amber's unresisting hands and left the girls to reinforce their triggers overnight, huddled together.
Though my heart was racing, even then; and every fibre of my being cried out for a proper rest, a massage from some of my now-recaptured slaves, and food that didn't come in plastic wrappers; I still forced myself to stop, relax, and open my computer. Unsteady and lightheaded, I opened up the browser and typed in a URL. The purple-and-gold colour scheme felt like home, after so many weeks. I hammered the keyboard, paying little attention, relying on autocorrect to sort out the words from the chaos produced by my shaking hands.
"I live," I typed, driving it home with several exclamation points. "I just got through two of the roughest months in recent memory." After a short pause, I extended this to, "I'm not sure when I'll be in the right mental state to write more, but I wanted very on to know that in still here."
I blinked a few times, reading over the message. Good enough. I closed the window, slumping into bed. For the first time in years, no girls crawled into it beside me, and I instantly passed out. I didn't mind one bit.
Tomorrow, I'd have lots to write about.
