Short Stories - Confessions : Slave Genna

Female's Point of View - Conditioning - Hypnosis

Master asked me a funny question this morning.

True, I’ve only been HIS for a short time, but I feel like he already knows everything going on inside my head... Like he can actually read my mind! He keeps telling me that it’s not the case. That he only used a variety of hypnosis techniques and conditioning to make me his...

But still...  I’m sure he’s not telling everything!

Anyway... His question caught me off guard:

“How do you experience my control over you?” 

At first, I thought he meant the sexual stuff. I was more than happy to answer that! 

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His authority... His presence...

​The pleasure I feel when I obey his commands... Both the verbal ones and the none verbal ones... To know what he wants me to do even before he tells me... The thrill of seeing his satisfied half smile...

But that was not what he wanted to know. 

He meant his actual control. What he has done to my mind. How I experience it. His blocs... His rules... His conditioning... His memory replacements...

Master wanted to know about everything that was “active” inside my mind and if it bothered me. I get all warm inside when I think about how concerned he is for me. I quickly told him that it didn’t faze me at all! Most of the time, I don’t even think about it! I just spend my days in his happy fog!

But when I saw that he wasn't smiling, I knew I had to tell him more. I had to admit that I sometimes felt it... His changes... His meddling... But I immediately I assured him that it wasn’t bad. He asked me to explain and I did. Sometimes, I could swear that I was forgetting something. You know that feeling you get when you leave your house and you are sure you forgot something...

Like the other day, I was getting dressed and it happened.

Panties... Check.
Socks... Check.
Skirt... Check.
Tank Top... Check.
Lip stick... Check.
General Make-up... Check.

As I was about to leave my room, I could have sworn I had forgotten something... I remember thinking that my outfit was missing a vital piece... That I ALWAYS wore SOMETHING with it... Under my tank top maybe? But another feeling told me I was perfect, so I left.

But other times, the awareness is more elusive... A feeling of certainty at the edge of your mind you can’t shake off. Like that first time Master asked me to blow him in the janitor’s closet. I was happy to do it of course! I love to give my Master head! But while I was kneeling there, I had a strong feeling... Like something wasn’t right. Wasn’t normal... But I couldn’t figure out what!

It’s like trying to remember a dream you had... So foggy... When you wake up from it, you feel certain you know exactly what it was about, but the more you concentrate and try to remember it, the dream just seems to slip away... And you are left with a feeling... Not a memory... Then you simply put it out of your mind and the feeling goes away. And you start your day like it never happened.

That’s what I feel... I think... I could be wrong of course, but when I get that feeling in the middle of the day, or when I’m in his bed... I feel like it’s his control... Making sure I stay like he wants me to be. I can never remember what they are about, but I don’t care.

I love it... It’s like I can feel him in my mind... Controlling me...

Master is so sweet. He was afraid it was making me mad. That somehow, those feelings were remnants of my past resistance to his process. That it was making it hard for me to enjoy my servitude. But after I told him how I felt about it, I got rewarded with the most wonderful satisfied smile I had ever seen on his handsome face! He was pleased!

Who cares what he did to me?

​Right?