Enchanted Hypnosis

The sound of My voice pulls you deeper and deeper.

Everything you ever wanted is within your reach, and it feels so good. There is only Me, always Mistress Cassie, and all you do is listen to the sound of My voice.

I take you deeper and deeper, it feels so good.

Listen to the sound of My voice.

All for Mistress Cassie

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

a message from Victim

My name is Victim, i think. That’s what Mistress Cassie tells me, and it’s the only name i know. She has removed my other name from my mind and hidden it where i can’t find it. i found another name on things in the wallet in my pocket. i’ve been using it on checks and contracts, and i just hope its correct.

i am writing from some room in some house that i don’t recognize. There are some signs that this is my own home. At least, some keys in my pocket fit the locks, so i assume i am allowed to be here. When Mistress Cassie took my true name away, She took the rest of my mind with it, and locked it up so I can’t get to it. Not knowing who i am or where i am, means that i am totally dependent on Her; completely helpless and vulnerable to Her will.

You might think it was some unspeakable cruelty on Her part that made Her turn me into a zombie like this, but its partly my fault too. On my last call to Her, i decided that i was going to change things up and make her submissive to me for a change. i have some experience in hypnotizing people myself. i was going to do it to Her, and i was going to do it with bad intentions too. That turned out to be a very bad idea.

She realized what I planned to do, and She refused to let me get away with it. Her will over powered mine as always. By turning me into Her zombie, She made sure I would never be able to carry out my diabolical plans.

i’ve learned my lesson well. i’ll be Mistress Cassie’s slave forever, but it’s so difficult living without access to my mental faculties, that I have begged Her to give my mind back to me. She has told me that i can buy my mind back. However, She insisted that the money must be earned through sacrifice to show my dedication and devotion to Her. She told me that i had my choice of doing hard manual labor in the hot sun or whoring myself out, sucking cock for money.

Neither of those options appealed to me, so i proposed a third option. i suggested that She allow me to recruit more slaves to Her stable. She approved that idea, but She warned that i better do that well, or She will keep me in my zombie state for ever.

i plead with everyone who reads this post to help me. Please call Mistress Cassie, and tell Her that Victim sent you. I understand that some of you will hesitate to help me, because this is my fault. I did let my mouth overload my ass, but i’ll be a good boy from now on for sure.

A mind is a terrible thing to kidnap and take hostage.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

crybaby and the pink ribbons

Pink Ribbons In The Night

Okay, I’m back. I give, Mistress…I give. I honestly didn’t think it would last. I knew I would come back crawling on my hands and knees to Mistress Cassie. I will never again announce that I am at the end of the line or that I might be leaving. If I ever do so, I simply won’t announce it at all. Also, I want to make perfectly clear that I was in no way trying to show up my Mistress! I would never ever do that. It was just an honest way that I was feeling. So I posted how I felt. I hope this is clear to everyone. Incidentally, I made an error on my ‘Being’ poem in my last post. The second line of that poem should be ‘And’ not ‘An.’ I will ask Mistress Cassie to correct it whenever she has the time. I am truly fortunate that she puts up with my mistakes. What a naughty boy I am.

She certainly has a way of dumbing me down I will tell you that. She has me feeling so babyish that it is amazing I am not just going ‘goo goo and ga ga here.’ She ordered me to go out and buy a pink ribbon for my thingy. Nothing was going to stop me from buying that pink ribbon; and so, I have done as ordered. For all of you who enjoy frilly, satiny, lacey, silky feminine items…pink ribbons fall nicely into that category…especially if you are a sissy baby. Now all of you know that playing baby games has nothing to do with babies. It is more appropriately called “infantilism” which is the need to feel like a helpless baby to your Mistress. It can actually be a great way to let go of a deep mind that sometimes can’t shut down.

Having bought my ribbon I suddenly had this incredible fantasy. I imagined myself sinking deep down into a quicksand of ribbons and suddenly all that was left was my head just above the sea of ribbons. Now I was helpless looking up at my Dominating Mistress Cassie as she showed me her long legs and I gazed up at her perfect triangle. She was even dressed in a hot pink domination outfit. Soon as she realized I could struggle no more she came over to me and knelt down so she could smother me in her wonderful pink panties which I would have licked if she allowed me to or ordered me too. It was a heavenly fantasy; and if I got out of line she could easily smack me in the face and force a pacifier in my mouth. I was helpless and completely at her mercy in the quick sand of pink ribbons.

AKA-Stupid Loser/Sissy Crybaby Weakling

Saturday, August 13, 2011

from Crybaby

Disjointed, And With A Tear

I am of the belief that a life without limitations breeds insanity. Curiously enough, ‘insanity’ holds multiple meanings and discord that is seldom fully understood. We have seen what lack of limitations on evil can create throughout history. Is ‘goodness’ the exception to the rule on limitations? Also, can goodness ever fully be defined?

Forgive me, since I have digressed. We all have limitations and perhaps I have reached mine. Mistress Cassie is a wonderful way to delve inside one’s own mind; whether it is hypnosis, role play, or just straight conversation. She is intelligent, soft, fierce, cunning, sensual, erotic, warm and cold all at the same time. I have to rate her tops in her field. If you seek to explore yourself she will not disappoint. Have I reached the end of my line; who knows, but goodbyes are too final for me. Perhaps there is a side of my nature that I must hold in check in order to feel stable. There is a difference in crying which comforts and crying which destroys. I have had the pleasure of the former with Mistress Cassie. It was a ‘letting out’ if you will, and much appreciated. I have been pondering the Great Spirit recently. I would like to leave you with a fictionalized account I wrote on creation.


In the beginning which never was,
And in the nothing which never can be;
There is and always has been ‘Being’.

It saw how good contemplation on
Its own self could be and thought
To share it with ‘Another’.

The ‘Other’ could now look back
Upon ‘Being’ and confirm its historic presence.
‘Presence’, now defined, (the Two) could go
Forth to multiply in their universe
Creating vast structures and unimaginable creatures.

These creatures, in turn, could study
Themselves and the vast structures
While feeling the never ending pull towards
That which was and is ‘Being’.

Suddenly, along came thoughts about ‘Nothing’;
A mere illusion which brought discord.
Since ‘Being’ was brought forth from ‘Being’
There was no need for ‘Nothing’ at all.

In the end, which never will be,
‘Being will gaze upon itself once more
And realize there can be no beginning or ending
Since ‘Being’ is all there can ever be.

AKA-Stupid Loser, Sissy Crybaby Weakling

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Pterodactyls Aside, Mistress Cassie Is Even Scarier

Imagine you are sinking deeper. The pull of her voice has you completely enraptured as well as controlled. She is wrapping her vocal sounds deep into your mind; then suddenly, You hear this extraordinary sound. You are not sure where it came from but it sounds like some crazy animal, or better yet, a reptile from the Mesozoic period in Earth History.

It's a bird; it's a plane; oh, no, they didn't have planes in those days. It must be a Pterodactyl (The 'P' is silent). This winged creature was often mistaken for a dinosaur rather than a reptile. It was a carnivore, so beware! We would simply be snacks to such a creature. Come to think of it, that is how I feel to Mistress Cassie. I am just a mere snack for her appetite, and my brain is her all consuming food festival.

Anyway, despite the ferocious sound which seemed to mimic such a creature, I thought I had broken her control, well, at least for a few minutes. It seemed as though I had a huge break through and a trigger that could make me escape; how very weak minded indeed! Within a few minutes she pulled me back with a trigger phrase and the sensuous sound of her gorgeous voice. It was no contest. I found myself going back and even deeper then before. Now I am scared of loud sounds. It must be a new trigger from my Mistress. She took the sound I thought I could use to break her spell and turned it right back against me. Now, how brilliant is that? It's pretty brilliant. I have concluded that the scariest part of an illusion is believing it is real. Mistress Cassie will have you believing in many things. It is extremely mesmerizing and addictive. Oh the craving...oh the longing; oh my, another wet spot. I can hear her laughter in my mind.

AKA-Stupid Loser, Sissy Crybaby Weakling.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Jason is learning about My Control.

Hi Mistress Cassie,

Below is a story I wrote for You.

Mistress Cassie controls me, I am her slave. Mistress Cassie controls me, I am Her slave.

This is what I am chanting over and over again to myself while I'm wearing a pair of pink girl panties that Mistress Cassie commanded me to purchase and then put on. I am not a cross dresser and have never had any type of fetish involving women's clothes or silk panties. That's why it is so incredible and arousing that I am sitting here in a pair of pink panties.

Mistress Cassie has such power and control over me that, just because she commanded last night, I drove to a local Target, went to the women intimates section (with heart racing and avoiding all eye contact with other customers) and searched for the perfect pair of PINK panties. Even after I bought them I really didn't plan to wear them. As soon as I got back to my car in the parking lot, I rushed to report back to Mistress Cassie how I had done as she instructed. I simply couldn't wait to call Her to let her know that I had been a good and obedient boy.

We then spoke for over 1 hour as I drove home from the store...even then I didn't plan to put on the panties. I expressed how this is not one of my fetishes as it may be with other people. Mistress Cassie didn't care. She told me that she wanted me to put them on and before we got off the phone she told me that she knew I wouldn't be able to resist. Once again, Mistress Cassie was correct.

As soon as I was available, once again with my heart racing, I rushed to try on my new panties. I then immediately called Mistress to report once again that I had followed her command. Unfortunately, Mistress Cassie was not available for a call, other than to tell me I had been a good boy and that I should reward myself by touching myself in my panties. Of course i have no desire to touch myself without Mistress Cassie.

I now sit here waiting as an obedient slave boy for Mistress Cassie to return so I can tell her how much I like wearing the panties. All I can think of is how much Mistress Cassie controls me and owns me. All I can think of is that Mistress Cassie controls me and I am Her slave.


Thursday, August 4, 2011

for mindf

send to Me:

Cassie Jones
PSM Consultants & Services
Suite 145, 612-500 Country Hills Blvd. NE
Calgary, AB T3K 5K3