Ascension 6: A Mind Control Sisterhood Story by Harry H Hollander

Author:Harry H Hollander [Hollander, Harry H]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Harry H Hollander
Published: 2016-09-13T00:00:00+00:00

This was a routine day in Martin Thorne’s new life. He completed his morning submission program on the laptop provided by the Sisterhood. He watched still images and video clips of stunningly sexy Goddesses displayed on screen: sometimes alone; sometimes humiliating a thrall or two; sometimes embracing another glamorous Goddess; but always, always heart wrenchingly beautiful.

After an hour of experiencing these mesmerising irresistible dominatrices, he left home, drove to his train station, parked his car, and boarded his train. Routine.

To a casual observer he was simply yet another commuter, not materially different from the millions that flowed into London on a daily basis.

Martin’s brain however was flooded with images that never stopped. Hypnodommes elevated above him on impossibly high heels. A wide variety of gorgeous bodies, squeezed into catsuits, corsets and lingerie sets of lace, leather and PVC. They were desire and power incarnate, poised or strutting arrogantly, sometimes brandishing whips, paddles and riding crops.

Eyes in a variety of colours, framed by elegant eyelashes and a rainbow of elaborate eye make-up.

Beautiful breasts blatantly naked, half spilling out of bras and corsets, or deliciously defined and enhanced by skin-tight leather or PVC.

Lips of all shades, wet and shining, brilliant white teeth, pink moist tongues. Mouths smiling arrogantly, sneering dismissively, snarling threateningly. All the time commanding him to do their bidding.

The train made its predictable way from station to station. Alighting at his destination he made the short walk to the offices of Tyburn Industries and took the lift to the fifth floor.

He no longer worked in HR. Despite protests from his previous boss, he had been drafted by the three senior directors as their runner. He was trusted by them and, more importantly, trusted by the Sisterhood. This together with sudden nonsensical changes to the accounts department meant rumours of a merger or takeover were widespread among the staff.

None of this meant anything to him. For his part, Martin’s mind was a whirlwind of debased daydreams tearing at the fragments of normalcy he still possessed.

And the voices! Teasing and imperious, the voices echoed in his head, reverberating incessantly, leaving no room for his own independent thoughts.

Martin was programmed by the commands he read twice a day on screen, accompanied by the silky, seductive pronouncements of his Goddesses.

The Sisterhood sweetly suggests that beauty is power.

Sexy superior women dominated his mind; their statements were spellbinding and compelling.

The Sisterhood sweetly suggests that obedience is pleasure.

Soft feminine voices insidiously whispered in his ear, enticing him to obey, obey, obey.

The Sisterhood sweetly suggests that submission is ecstasy.

Difficult decisions were a thing of the past for Martin. He was no longer troubled by any of the concerns that possessed him in his previous life. He was now free to serve his beloved Goddesses: the freedom of purposeful devotion.

These images and voices consumed him, filling him with an interminable longing. But before them and after them was Goddess Christina; above and below them was Goddess Christina. She was everything.

The day passed. The workload was light and undemanding. He left the office promptly at the close of business.

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