You walk back through the door, thankful that Melinda didn't get your journal. That could have been the end of you! Because nobody knows about your one weakness, but it is revealed in your journal. You're VERY easily hypnotised, and you're scared shitless of it. You realised this when you were 6 years old, and a girl at school hypnotised you simply by showing you her new necklace. You distinctly remember seeing the necklace shine in the light, and next thing, your mind was at her mercy. Luckily for you, she didn't realise this and simply walked away. However, this isn't a problem for you, because nobody knew. It was a close call though, you think to yourself. You had better be more careful with that joural in the future.
------------- Two days later ------------
You're thoroughly enjoying your holidays, playing alot of video games and just relaxing at home. You have a very lazy day planned to day, you just want to finish this one game you've been playing. Your parents yell out goodbye as they depart for work, and you turn on your game.
About 30 minutes later, there's a knock at the door. You pause your game, and head to the door. Without looking to see who it is, you fling open the door, and you're looking straight into the eyes of the one girl you never expected to see. Melinda.
"What the hell are you doing here?" You say. Melinda simply smiles at you... This makes for feel uneasy.
"Ben Ben Ben..... Remember how i told you i'd have you on your knees? Remember how i told you i would make you beg?" Today is that day." Melinda says with confidence. You have nothing to say to that, you simply laugh at her. That's when she pulls out a strange looking necklace. She starts to swing it from left to right. OH GOD.... SHE KNOWS!!!! You quickly try to look away, but it's too late.. The swinging necklace has caught your attention, and now you can't look away. The light shines off the necklace, and you feel your mind cave in.
"Yes.... It's working.... You're mine you little shit! Repeat after me slave boy..... I...... Am...... Yours..... Goddess....... Melinda......." Melinda orders, her words echoing through your mind.
"I... Am.... Yours.... Goddess.... Melinda....." You repeat. You feel your mind slip out of your control.
"Now listen very carefully..... A lot of hypnotism warps the mind so that the person who is hypnotised actually enjoys what they're doing.... But i do not want this to be the case with you! You will be able to think for yourself Ben... You will be exactly the same as you are now... But with one difference...I own you Ben. You belong to me. You will still be able to think for yourself, but whatever i tell you to do, you will do it. Do you understand?" Melinda states, as she continues to swing the necklace in your face. It's no use fighting it. She has you completely under her spell.
"Yes Goddess Melinda" you mutter quietly.
"Excellent. Then when i click my fingers, you shall be mine forever! 3.... 2..... 1....." *CLICK*. Melinda clicks her fingers and you instantly forget what happened. You just see Melinda standing infront of you with an evil grin on her face.
"What the hell are you doing here bitch! Get out of here, i've got beter things to do that look at your ugly face" You say, as you begin to shut the door.
"Stop" Melinda orders. You would never listen to a word this bitch says, but for some reason, you arm stops, and the door remains open.
"What the hell... why did i listen to you??" You ask angrily.
"Because i hypnotised you, you have to do whatever the hell i want.... Whenever the hell i want..... Wherever the hell i want" She says, smiling even bigger than before.
"You know what Melinda? Bull Shit!" You proclaim, but deep down you fear she speaks the truth.
"OK Benny boy... You want an example huh? Remember how i always told you that i would make you beg? And you always said that it would never happen? Well get down on your knees.... right now" Melinda commands. You'd never do that, but once again, your body seems to act on it's own accord. You fall to your knees infront of your evil ex girlfriend.
"Now beg Ben... I own you forever, so beg me to have mercy on you slave!" She says.
"P... Please Goddess Melinda.... Please, i beg you... have mercy on me. I know i was a complete dickhead to you, and i know i broke your heart. I am eternally sorry, but please Melinda, have mercy, i beg you!" You beg like a little bitch. Melinda tilts her head back and laughs evilly. She is getting the greatest feeling from watching you beg. She feels so satisfied, and so powerful.... It sends a shiver down her spine.
"That's right Ben... You're mine! Now kiss my bare feet" She commands. Once again, you find yourself acting against your own will, as you bow down and begin you place kisses all over Melinda's dirty smelly bare feet. Your lips gently connect with Melinda's foot, and your tounge brushes her foot with every kiss as you continue to place kisses over both of her feet.
"Yes Ben..... Yes..... That's the way.... Show me your place in life.... show me you belong at my feet!" Melinda says, her eyes staring down at you, ger grin never fading.
There's no way this is happening. You hate Melinda... You hate her feet... Yet here you are, on your knees kissing her feet... All because she told you too! You're mind keeps going over how much you hate this, how disgusting it is. Yet you can't stop. Melinda is right. She owns you. Forever!
"That's some great foot kissing Ben, you're very good at that. I can promise you will be doing that alot, now that i own you. I'll even get you to lick my feet clean and suck my toes as well. How do you like the sound of that? Hahahaha. But for now, we must be heading off Benny Boy. We have much to do!" Melinda says with a grin.
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