Hypno Sissy 2: Maid for Master
©2013 Raminar Dixon
This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All characters represented within are eighteen years of age or older and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. None of the characters engaging in sexual activities are blood related. This work is property of Raminar Dixon, please do not reproduce illegally.
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The moment that I gave in and let the programming take over, it was always better. There would be a tingle from head to toe and a wave of pure pleasure would wash over me, just like it had before. After a few days, I learned not to resist.
It felt natural to do things for Michael. Nice things, like clean the apartment or wash his clothes. I was rewarded with the wonderful feelings each time, almost as good as listening to the music. Even though I resented every moment of it and pined for my freedom, I was left with little choice.
So, I did what he wanted. I was confident that it would end soon. In fact, I’d already planned several different ways to kill him the very second that was possible. Even the slightest mercy on his part would be his undoing. All I had to do was wait for it.
I could be patient.
When he presented me the box, I assumed that my time had arrived. Michael was finally going to release me from this insufferable torment! He would free me! I didn’t even need to listen to the programming, which commanded me to open the box. I tore into it like a child on Christmas morning.
Then, I saw what he had given me. Colorful, girlish panties. A black and white lacy French maid’s outfit. Ladies’ razors. A blonde wig. There was even a makeup kit inside. I mentally recoiled from it, but my body stayed firmly in place. My hand reached forward and picked up a silky pair of panties and my eyes examined them. As I tried to resist all of it, the sick feeling and stinging pain returned.