Femdom Mind Control Flash Fiction
by S.B.
Introduction
- MistressKlara:
Hello.
- Trueskeptic:
Hi.
- MistressKlara:
Welcome to the community.
- Trueskeptic:
Thank you.
- MistressKlara:
How are you finding things so far?
- Trueskeptic:
It’s a… hmmm… curious place to say the least.
- MistressKlara:
I take it by your alias you don’t believe in hypnosis.
- Trueskeptic:
No, sorry. I’ve always been intrigued by it, but it’s all pretty much a sham, isn’t it?
- MistressKlara:
No, it’s not. Would you like a demonstration?
- Trueskeptic:
Hmmm… sure. Not that it’s going to work but…
- MistressKlara:
Let me just turn on my microphone then.
- Trueskeptic:
Okay.
“There. Can you hear me?”
- Trueskeptic:
Yes.
“Good. Now then, let me tell you what hypnosis really is. It’s not magic, but rather a state of human consciousness involving focused attention and…”
“I’m sorry it didn’t work.”
- Klarasservant:
That’s okay. Like I said before, I wasn’t really expecting it to.
“Perhaps we can try again some other time.”
- Klarasservant:
I suppose. Thank you nonetheless, Mistress.
“You’re welcome, slave.”