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

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

from nadja - Mistress Cassie's brainwashed hypnospy

I don’t even know how long I’ve been staring at the spiral – its black and white lines spinning in a never-ending cycle.  It draws me in.   A special spiral I found on the internet that I can look at and instantly  associate with Mistress Cassie.
I’ve been staring at it for however long and the voice coming through my headset is calming, yet powerful.  Loving, yet demanding.  Forceful. Hypnotic.  Brainwashing. 
That is what she is doing to me.  Mistress Cassie is brainwashing me.  And using everything I have brought with me in to this room – the room we refer to as The Brainwashing Room.
She uses the alcohol, having me drink at intervals.  She uses the cigarettes, and despite the fact that I don’t smoke, when I am transformed in to her brainwashed secret agent, Nadja – I smoke.  She uses the spiral and the candle and a pair of dark sunglasses.  She uses it all.
And I am helpless to resist.
I’ve tried.  One solid memory I have is asking her to de-program me, to let me go.  The laughter that came through those headsets chilled me and frightened me.  ‘There is no escape,’ she spoke ‘, it’s all for Mistress Cassie.’  And after burning these thoughts in to my brain for a few minutes – she demonstrated her control by having me smoke and drink and go deeper.
My body moves like it is on automatic.  Like a dream. 
This will go on for hours and hours.  Calling her, then going off on a mission.  I may be sneaking in to an embassy, dressed in my silky black catsuit.   Slipping in, undetected, and finding the secret microfilm.
Or maybe I will go to a bookstore to purchase a novel that contains information.
Or maybe I will be dressed in a sexy black dress, sexy satin gloves, and have to meet my contact – who I will have to seduce.  I will drink and smoke and use my power of hypnosis (weak compared to Mistress’ power, but satisfactory while on assignment).  I will obtain the information needed and report back to Mistress Cassie.
This will go on.  Sometimes for hours.  Sometimes over a period of days.  
And in the end, when I finally am allowed to reach climax and sink down into exhaustion, I hear her voice in my mind ‘Mistress Cassie controls me. Mistress Cassie brainwashes me.  All for Mistress Cassie.’
She will undoubtedly give me a final command before letting me return to normal life – maybe to tribute.  Maybe to smoke.  But then I leave the brainwashing room and go to bed, drifting off in to a deep, deep sleep…all for Mistress Cassie…



  1. Lovely story. Such erotic imagery of what Mistress Cassie can do to your mind.

  2. I agree. It's what she's done to me as well.