The following is a work of fiction not meant to
represent anybody in particular except for people who exactly resemble
people in this story. And yes it is late as I'm writing this. Anyway
don't read this if you're offended by sexual situations, hypnosis, or
a little bit of bimboication. Although if you are offended by that
kind of stuff I have to ask "What's up with that?
In homeroom Amanda held court with her two best friends
playing the role of advisors to the throne. There last names weren't
close alphabetically but around the first week of school Amanda had a
little chat with a school administrator asking him to bend the rules a
teensy weensy bit. The very next day after their chat she had her
cronies on either side of her every morning.
This morning Amanda said to Jill and Kim "I've decided I want to
be a cheerleader." Jill was shocked and Kim was appalled.
"Good God why?" said Kim. "Why would you want to join the ranks
of the empty headed popularity police?"
Jill who had strong ties to the vapid community felt offended.
"You're such a fucking snob Kim. Why is it you think the only thing
worthwhile about a person is there fucking grades. Just cause it's
the only thing you're good at. If you gave head as good as you sucked
up to the teachers you'd have a lot more dates."
"Yeah, well if you're mouth was good for anything except sucking
dick maybe such stupid comments wouldn't constantly emerge from it"
retorted Kim.
Jill's hand flew at Kim's mouth in a vicious backhand slap.
Kim's head rocked back with the blow and scarlet blood beaded at her
mouth. Kim leaped at Jill and knocked her off her chair, both falling
to the floor rolling as they competed to end up on top.
Amanda was surprised at the violence of her friends reaction
but, as she enjoyed a catfight as much as the next highschooler, she
had no intention of breaking it up.
The teacher called for order and threatened detention but no one
payer her any mind. A quiet mousy woman she was unable to keep
discipline amongst the unruly upperclassmen.
Jill emerged on top of Kim and began to rain down vicious slaps.
She wasn't above using her nails and her fingernails turned purple as
red blood mixed with her blue polish. When Kim had ceased to fight
back and was only trying to protect her face Jill got up and calmly
began fixing her lipstick. Kim fled crying to the bathroom. Amanda
went after Kim since Jill seemed relatively composed. Of course she
thought to herself it does require a mind to have your thoughts
rattled after all.
Kim was crying while trying to camouflage the clawmarks on her
face with powder. Unfortunately the tears kept turning the power to a
mudlike substance that wasn't helping at all.
"C'mon Kim, relax. Your face looks okay."
"Really?" asked Kim. Unfortunately the truth was her face
looked terrible. There was blood caked around her mouth and cuts
along both her cheeks and under her eyes from Jill's long
nails.
"Of course" said Amanda "you look great. You just need to relax
and get your composure."
Kim swallowed loudly and tried to stifle a sob. "You're not
just saying that, are you?"
Amanda was tired of consoling her friend, she began toying with
her pendant, reflecting the light into Kim's eyes.
Kim forgot her sobbing gazing at the familiar pendant and the
striking way it caught the light.
"You look beautiful Kim. Just like my pendant. There's no need
to cry. Just watch the pendant and relax. You're very calm and
relaxed. You're not sad anymore. Not upset. Just calm and relaxed.
But you're eyes are so heavy. So verry heavy. Why don't you close
them. Just close your eyes and relax. Relax. You trust me and you
know you'll feel better if you listen to me. So relax and close your
eyes. Good girl."
Kim's eyes fluttered softly and closed. Amanda smiled a touch
of triumph amidst the mostly sympathetic expression.
Amanda took the powder from Kim's unresisting hand and began
adjusting her makeup. In a few minutes Kim looked better than she
normally did. That gave Amanda an idea. A crooked smile twitched her
lips.
"You look beautiful Kim. And you like to look beautiful. You
want to be popular. You want to be adored by high school boys. You
want to inspire lust. Isn't that true Kim?"
"Noooo." Kim said slowly. She didn't want to be a trashy girl.
Not like Jill.
"Kim this is Amanda. Your best friend. The one you trust. I
know what you really want. Don't you trust me?"
"Yesss." Kim said. She trusted Amanda. Amanda always took care
of her. Made her feel good. Helped her relax.
"It feels so good to trust me. Doesn't it Kim? It feels so
good to relax and let me tell you how you feel. You believe me. You
trust me. We're good friends and you love me. Don't you love me
Kim?"
"Yess." Her eyes still closed Kim felt her skin wrapped in the
warm velvet of her friends voice. Her body tingled as Amanda's words
caressed her mind.
"Of course you do. You trust me and love me. You know I only
want what's best for you. You trust me to tell you what you want.
And you want what I tell you. Isn't that right?"
"Yess Amanda. I love and trust you."
"Good. Kim you want to be popular. You want to be beautiful.
You want to be a cheerleader with me. What do you want Kim?"
"To be beautiful. To be popular" she intoned.
"That's wonderful Kim. I'm so glad." Inside Kim glowed at her
friends happiness. It was so nice to make Amanda happy. It made the
whole world a little brighter.
"Okay Kim, it's time to open your eyes and wake up. You'll
remember you had a fight with Jill but you feel much better now. And
you've had an epiphany. You resent Jill because of her looks and
popularity. Now you realize if you were more like her then you
wouldn't be so jealous of her. Then you wouldn't fight her all the
time. Now that you realize this you feel much more at peace. And
much more relaxed. And talking to me helped you realize all this, and
helped you relax and feel so good. So on the count of three wake up
and feel relaxed and beautiful. One, two, and three." On three she
snapped her fingers. Kim woke immediately.
"I feel so weird" said Kim. "Like my mind just kicked into
place. I feel different inside. But good. Thanks Amanda."
"Oh, no problem. You know me Kim, always glad to oblige."
Amanda wiggled her fingers goodbye to her friend who was positively
strutting out the bathroom door.
'You know' she thought to herself, 'I hope I haven't created a
monster."
Kim couldn't believe she'd never thought of this before. She
was bleaching her hair and every minute that passed her hair was
growing more and more blonde and therefore more beautiful. Blonde was
beautiful.
Her mousy brown hair was now a thing of the past. The new her
would be brassy, beautiful and most importantly blonde. Amanda had
told her that the only choices for the cheerleading team were platinum
blonde, jet black or henna red. No one likes natural red heads. It's
just the way it is.
But Kim wasn't pale enough to carry off jet-black, and even with
Amanda's pep talk she didn't have the temperament for red. So blonde
it would be. But it complemented the healthy glow of her skin. And
perhaps she'd start going to a tanning salon. She'd never been, but
then she'd never bleached her hair before.
In so many ways she felt freer than she'd ever been. Who would
have thought a fight with one friend and a talk with another could
affect her so profoundly. Once she'd realized that her aggression
towards Jill was because Jill represented a part of herself she'd been
repressing it all made perfect sense. She'd apologized to Jill and
Jill had promised to make her over before cheerleading tryouts.
She'd asked Jill if she was going to try out for cheer but Jill
had just laughed.
"I don't need to be a cheerleader to fuck the captain of the
football team. I just need to whistle."
Kim didn't mean to but she must have given a skeptical look.
Confidence was one thing but braggadocio quite another. Jill just
pursed her lips and whistled.
"Jill, you called?" said Brian the most popular boy in school.
With wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes he was the picture of high
school glory. He'd heard Jill whistle from across the hall and
promptly run over. He'd told himself to play it cool but there were
two facts that nullified that advice. First Jill didn't play games
except by her rules. Second that Jill gave the best head in five
counties bar none. So if Jill wanted him to come when she whistled,
then when she whistled he would come. And change his underwear when
he got home.
"Yes I did. But did you come?"
"I'm here aren't I?"
"That's not what I asked."
"Yeah" he said in a low voice.
"Good" she purred.
Kim looked on in shocked disbelief. "You've got him that well
trained?"
"What's it to you nerd girl?" asked Brian belligerently.
"Now Brian, this is Kim one of my closest friends. I want you
to be nice to her, very nice. She's going to be very popular very
soon."
"Sure, whatever. Sorry ner... I mean Kim."
"It's okay, I accept your apology."
"Now Brian, do you think you're up for a session under the
bleachers."
"Uhhhh"
"Good, let's go." And she grasped his hand and led him
away.
Kim considered all this in her memory as she began to rinse the
gunk out of her hair. Cheer tryouts were tomorrow afternoon and she
knew she was a long way from ready.
Amanda would readily admit that Kim had her beat on book smarts
and study habits but in worldlywiseness she beat Kim all the way to
hell and back. She knew that the girls in cheer had no liking for her
or Kim and they would rather be boiled in oil than allow either of
them on the team, regardless of how pretty or talented they were. So
Amanda planned on having a little chat with the captain of the team as
well as the faculty advisor. So it was with a light heart and
confident manner she kissed her Mum goodnight and pulled the covers up
to her chin.
The next day dawned bright and clear. Amanda went to school
with a song in her heart, a smile on her lips and, most importantly,
her bewitching pendant bouncing along between her breasts.
But it wasn't till fourth period that she managed to corner
Donna, the cheerleading captain, alone in the math room. This was
important because even if the teacher walked in he had proved
eminently persuadable to her previous efforts.
"Donna" she said sweetly "I wanted to talk to you about tryouts
today."
"I know, I saw your name on the list. You and that science
nerd. You both might as well not show up."
"Now Donna, that's cruel. Not to mention unfair." As she said
this she began to toy with her pendant, letting it fall out from under
her shirt, swaying in front of her uniform blouse with the three top
buttons undone and a hint of black bra underneath.
"Don't talk to me about unfair. Life is unfair and I like it
that way. You may have the looks, and you're such a slut that you
have half the men in this school thinking with their dicks and doing
whatever you say. But do you know what you don't have? You don't
have money. You don't drive a new Lexus to school, but I do. You
don't run the cheerleading squad, I do. You can't make or break a
girl on the anvil of popularity but I can. That's my power. And
that's what happens when your Daddy is filthy rich. So just stuff
your fairness crap because I don't care."
"That's quite a speech. You're right. I don't have your kind
of power. And my mum's only middle class, just like my Dad. They
can't afford cars whose sole purpose is to say how rich I am. But I
do have my own little ways and I think I'd be an asset to the team.
Don't you?"
"Get stuffed. I told you I don't care how many boys follow you
with their tongues and dicks hanging out. You're not making the team
while I have something to say about it. And I like knowing your
family drives a piece of crap car while I'm enveloped in the finest
comfort money can buy."
"That sounds nice. I think I'd like that. Maybe you could give
me a ride to school. What do you think? Hmmm Donna? What do you
think?" She'd managed to catch Donna's eye at the very end of her
tirade and had begun to slowly twirl her pendant a few turns one way
then the other. By the time she'd asked her last question Donna had
begun blinking rapidly over glazing eyes.
"What? What do I think? I'd never give you a ride. Never."
Donna said. But her voice was slow and her head rocked
langorously.
"Really, Donna. You sound so certain. But I think you'd like
to give me a ride. Wouldn't you?"
"Noooo. I don't even like you."
"Oh you're very honest. I like that Donna. But you look tired.
So tired. Why don't you rest your eyes while we talk."
"Not tired," said Donna petulantly. But her eyelids drooped
regardless. "Not sleepy" she insisted.
"Of course not" said Amanda as she continued to twirl her
pendant, first spinning the chain left for a few turns then right.
"But your eyes are getting heavy watching my pretty pendant aren't
they?"
"Nooo, not tired. Pretty though."
"Yes it is pretty. And your eyes are getting heavy Donna dear.
So very heavy. Soooo tired. Just relax. Let yourself drift. Relax.
Your eyes are so heavy now Donna, sooo tired. Relax. Listen to my
voice and let go. Sooo hard to resist. Isn't it Donna? SO hard to
resist?"
"Yes" murmured Donna and her eyelids fluttered.
"Sleep now" said Amanda.
Donna closed her eyes.
"Donna, you hear my voice. It's so wonderful to hear my voice.
You love to hear my voice don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now you know you love my voice, it feels so natural to
listen and obey my voice. Isn't that right?"
"Yes."
"Of course. Now you want to obey me, because it pleases me when
you obey me. It makes me very happy to have an obedient girl like
you. An obedient slut girl like you."
At this last Donna started, and it looked almost as if she was
shaking off her trance. I'm not a slut-girl she thought as her brain
tried to jump-start itself.
"Not a slut" was all she said, and that only
semi-coherently.
"Oh yes you are Donna, you're my little slut girl. Listen to my
voice, you love my voice and you need to obey. You're my little slut
girl, you love to please me. Isn't that right?"
"No, not slut." She said, but it lacked conviction.
"Yes you are. Why do you keep trying to deny it? You love
being my slut-girl. Listen to me and remember. Remember how you've
always been my slut, and remember how much you enjoy being my little
slut. Now think. Can you remember being my slut girl?"
Donna's mind was awhirl, albeit slowly. Dim memories seemed to
surface from distant corners of her mind, obeying Amanda, pleasing
Amanda. She liked being her slut. No those weren't real memories she
told herself. I was never, never a slut-girl. But I remember being
one. And I liked it. I must have been her slut-girl. I am her
slut-girl. Not, am, not, but ...
"What are you Donna?"
"I'm a slut-girl. I'm your slut-girl Amanda."
"Good girl, Donna. But now that you remember what a slut you
are you must remember to call me by my proper title, Mistress."
"Yes Mistress."
"Good Donna, now I'm sure you can't wait to select me for the
team. And then you'll turn your captaincy over to me, not right away
but soon. And in the meantime you'll pick me up every morning for
school, and let me borrow your car whenever I want. Because you love
your mistress, and all you want to do is please her. Especially
sexually. You lust for my body slut-girl. Don't you?"
"Yes Mistress, I lust for your body. I'll give you my
captaincy. I love to obey you Mistress."
Amanda looked at the formerly confident, but now cringing
cheerleader. In the last 24 hours she'd turned her closest friend
into a bimbo and the head bimbo into her personal slave; all in all
not a bad day's work.
That night Amanda went to sleep thinking she just couldn't wait
for tomorrow.
