Tales from the FBC: 01 Mistress Black's Hypnotic Conditioning
Story by OmegaGreyWolf9 on SoFurry
The first look into a wonderous setting, through the eyes of one of the many living submissives that lives within. The Fat Black Cat is a wonderous private kink club in a world of anthropomorphic creatures. This world has different history and different laws, which will be revealed slowly through our adventures and tales in the FBC.
You held your paws in front of you, following your master as he lead you by a leash attached to your collar. The stallion smirks back at you as you both come to a door, a silver plaque reading “Dominique Vastila, AKA Mistress Black, Hypnotic Services” Your master knocks firmly on the door. A spotted lapine answered the door and courtseyed silently before leading you and your master into the office. Within was a dark space, neatly furnished with soft leather furniture the color of dark chocolate, the bunny would take your leash from your master and lead you to sit in a soft lounge chair, your reflection above you in the ceiling mirror. You stare at your form, a cute hybrid, with large leafy ears, a huge bushy tail longer than your legs, and a vibrate fur pattern. In a neighboring room your master discusses with Mistress Black, your ears twitch and strain to hear the discussion, only to have your eavesdropping interrupted by the return of the bunny, offering you a big mug of hot milk, saying only the word “Drink.” You drink the hot sweetened milk, soft music beginning to play in the background. These forces combined with the soft lounge chair seem to conspire to drive your mind into a stupor, and slowly you began to grow sleepy, yawning and sinking deeper into the chair, only vaguely aware of the clock ticking, and the steadily dimming of the light. Movement behind you is only barely noticed, and a shape is dropped on a string before your eyes.
As your eyes focus on the shape it is revealed to be a glass arrowhead that seemed to absorb the light around it. Behind you, her breath gentle on your ears, a female voice as smooth as velvet began, “look into the void within the arrowhead. Look deeply within it, lose yourself in it, like falling into a space full of black silk cushions. Deeper, and deeper you go. As you fall you begin to see stars, a constellation all moving too quickly to make out. As you watch them find you can slow the movement by slowing your breathing. Let us slow them together. Breath with me as I count down from five,
Five, The Constellation is starting to slow
Four, as it slows it starts to come into focus
Three, You begin to see it now, the pretty arrangement of stars
Two, still slowing down, and beginning to sharpen
One, You now see that the stars represent you, every facet of your being. As you continue to breath, I want you to look for all the stars that make you masculine or defiant… all the pieces of you that aren’t pretty, girly and submissive. Now I want you to gently blow them out… blow out those stars like candles on a birthday cake. And in their place new stars seem to form, stars that remind you of you master, stars that crave to be praised as a good girl, stars that like frilly things, submission, and seek to bring pleasure to your master. Each time you blow out a star, and see the pink glow of its replacement I want you understand more and more that you are a good girl… a good little sissy for your master to play with. You obey your master because that makes you a good girl, and he knows what’s best for you. Once all your stars are pretty and pink I want you to breath as I count again, but now your breath speeds them up, pushing them up and out of reach as you begin to rise from the depths of the void.
1, the stars star spinning, the constellation ascending from your reach
2, you feel masters paws pulling you back up from the void
3, any memory of the old constellation fades as the stars spin off into a kaleidoscope of brilliant pink lights.
4, Fading back out of the void, laying on my lounge like a good girl
5, returning to Master, Returning to mistress in the warm, safe, soft office, and when mistress snaps you will awaken fully and you will only remember that you must beg master to let you be a good girl… and that you must never think of your self as a silly boy again.”
The voice finished, and there was a moment of silence before a vixen, with pure black fur, dazzling golden eyes, and a bright white smile moved into view and snapped her fingers before offering you a paw to help you up. “There you are dear…” the friendly voice said as she helped you sit up, and then stand, before slowly leading you to her office door, opening it and returning you to your master, her eyes filled with the knowledge that you would behave as instructed, because you were a good girl, and you wanted to make mistress and master both very proud.