Faith's Smorgasbord: Multiple Prompts Within

I could barely remember how I got there, nothing more than a hazy memory or a sexy fever dream. It didn't matter anyway, very little was about to matter any more. I was on the ground, on all fours. My wrists, ankles and thighs had strong leather cuffs around them, anchored to the floor. I could move a little, maybe raising each an inch until the slack in the chain gave out, but it wasn't enough to accomplish anything. My neck was adorned with a pretty pink leather collar, like what you might see on an especially pampered dog. Attached to the collar was a shiny silver tag engraved with the word Bitch. That was going to be my name now.

I tried to scream out a bit, it didn't matter. The hard metal ring gag in my mouth saw to the futility of that. I wiggled haphazardly, trying anything to get out of the restraints. Nothing moved, nothing even budged. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a bit of movement. A whimper escaped my mouth, a combination of excitement and fear. Maybe someone was coming to rescue me. Maybe this was all about to be over.

The practiced clacking of heels on hard wood echoed throughout the room. I slowly saw her come into view. Joy, my own daughter, walked in front of me in the most intimidating outfit I had ever seen. The four inch black heels towered upwards from the ground, emphasizing her gorgeous and toned legs. The strict red corset tightened around her mid section and traveled up her body, accentuating her curves and forcing her ample breasts skywards. Her raven hair was down, curled and cascading over her shoulders. Of course, she wore no pants, skirt or underwear. All the better as the hard cock she sported framed her body far better than any clothes ever could.

"Don't worry mom," Joy started out, the strength of her voice shocking. I had always known she was a Futa of course. What I hadn't known was that she was starting to have these desires. I'd always figured that she would grow up and want to be like every other girl, find a nice boyfriend and settle down. Now, it was obvious that wasn't the case. She was planning for something entirely different.

She moved in front of me. My eyes instinctively tried to look down, away, anything to hide a bit of myself. Then her hands reached down, gently at first. They grasped on the side of my cheeks as they tugged my head upwards. It was gentle, until I tried to fight, and then Joy's hands were forceful. She craned my head upwards, looking down at the pathetic sight and smiling. My mouth held open by the gag, drool started to collect at the back of my throat. She held it like that as she pulled out a small white pill. Without ceremony she dropped it into my open mouth as she smiled. Her hand gently rubbed on my throat. I tried to fight it but, just like a dog, eventually gave in to the swallowing reflex and the pill went down. She beamed with pride at the sight, "Good girl."

A few more seconds lapsed until she removed her hands from my head. I searched her face for answers, but couldn't ask the questions through the gag. What was it that I had just swallowed? What was going on? As if understanding me in a way that only a daughter could, she crouched down. Her face was level with mine, her smile confident and reassuring, "Don't worry."

"That drug I just gave you doesn't do anything on it's own," I felt the sense of relief wash over me. Maybe this whole thing was some kind of sick joke. Of course, it's never that simple, "However, when it mixes with my cum it will activate. You are going to be completely unable to deny anything I tell you. My cock will be your new master, your entire world."

She smiled wickedly as she stood up and took a few steps closer to me. Her cock was swinging right in front of my face. All of a sudden, this was all too real, "Now, be a good bitch and open wide. Not that you have much choice."

The blade neatly sliced through the monster, it's claws mere inches from her perfect cheeks. The beast couldn't make it, it's body falling limp as the blood began to spurt outwards. Her pink armour was died a lovely hue of crimson, her cheeks splotched in true pride. She smiled, the feeling of relief washing over her as she watched the two halves of her third monster fall to the ground, no lifeless.

Sure, the princess could sit on the throne. She could sit there and mitigate problems of the state. She could solve the problems of her subjects and give a voice to their concerns. This woman could decide policy, appoint leaders, and serve her country from the palace all day. And, they would worship her for it. But, all that work, every last piece, paled in comparison to how she felt right now. There was no feeling like honestly protecting the citizens of her kingdom. She was a warrior princess and she loved every second of it.

"My, my, my," The voice sent a chill down the princess' spine. The world darkened and a hole of pure blackness began forming in front of her. Darkness itself radiated outwards and every bone in her body screamed to run away. But, she couldn't. Her eyes were transfixed on the hole, her limbs not under her own control any more, "The little princess has claws."

The darkest of all beings stepped through the portal. A magic user in a world where it had all but vanished. A power that tore at reality itself and all the woman wanted was to break free of the maniacal power and drive her sword straight into her enemy. She wanted to rid her kingdom of yet another threat. But, she couldn't.

"Don't worry, we will trim those claws," Her opponent spoke confidently. It was infuriating, like there was no way she could ever win. Only, she couldn't, "We will make you a good pet yet."

You bit your lip, anxiously glancing around. You couldn't have picked a better day, the usual din was absent and replaced only by a sparse smattering of hushed conversations and empty tables. Dim lights and slow music made it feel especially deserted, each patron a practical castaway on their own island. The bar usually felt more crowded and it probably would be in a couple of hours, but that was covered.

Sarah didn't usually work today, but she also didn't ask questions. The offer of overtime was enough to get her to eagerly agree to cover the shift without so much as a skip in beat. The regulars would just have to learn to do without their favorite bartender. In fact, they might have a new favorite bartender soon enough. You nearly chuckled out loud at the thought. It was enough to help liven your mood. Of course, the idea you were going to share was nearly laughable in and of itself.

Pacing up and down the length of the bar, awaiting my arrival, you quickly ran over the plan in your head one more time. You were determined to make sure you didn't miss anything. It was important. It was probably more than that...

The seeds had been planted a few months ago when you'd come across a darker than usual blog. That, alone, was saying something as you usually liked the dark stuff. The blog detailed a special "medication" with unusual side effects. It was supposed to make for the best training regimen possible, nothing was beyond scope. Normally you didn't give much thought to these kinds of hoaxes, but something tingled in your nether regions.

You found yourself up at night, imagining things you had long since given up on. Imagining my supple body submitting to your darkest whims. But it wasn't mere submission, it was excitement. I was willing, wanting everything you wanted. My quick wit and sharp tongue replaced by a brain that craved what you craved. The thoughts were too much, too hard to resist. And so, you read on. You read through post by post, convincing yourself more and more. You looked for clinical information, honest truths and even anecdotes, all trying to figure out if it was real or not. And, it was.

The drug was a perfect cocktail of effects. It acted as an aphrodisiac yes, but not just that. It numbed the brain in very interesting ways, removing the reasoning and waking portions of the brain almost all together. Those under the effects rarely said no and were easily persuaded. Any experiences were stored subconsciously and faded nearly as quickly as dreams. But, like dreams, they still affected those. With time, patience and lots of sessions people changed. Some were quicker than others, but those experiences drove personality changes.

That was it, of course, probably the absolute last straw. You had ordered your own supply discreetly and begun preparations in earnest. Tonight was the culmination, the first night you were going to do this. You were going to lace a drink with the drug and "train" me under the guise of discussing my job description. There would be more sessions, of course, but you figured it would be easier each time to come up with an excuse. And, I would wake up the next morning, in my own bed, figuring I had just been soo tired after work that I forgot most of it.

A snapping of fingers jolted you out of your reverie. A pair of liquid emerald green eyes stared back at you with a mischievous grin. It always looked like I had something planned, some prank or other fun thing and it complimented my wit nearly perfectly. Long brown hair was done up in a neat ponytail, almost too girl next door for your taste, but you had seen it down once or twice and that had been truly eye opening, "Hey boss, should we get started or do you need a bit more time for...research?"

I smiled gently nudging in the way of Sarah, prodding and giggling as I figured my jokes helped crack the ice. You on the other hand, were slightly silent and oddly stoic. Normally we joked, and I wondered if this meeting was really that serious that we couldn't joke. But, quickly you softened a bit, offering me a drink. The drink you had already prepared. Quickly afterwards you led me to the back. I figured we would do this in your back office, small but big enough for a discussion, but instead you ended up leading me up to the apartment over the bar. Thus began the day that everything started changing.

May and Sarah had known each other for all of half an hour. Well, May had known of Sarah for a few months, but the two had only met officially half an hour ago. It was Sarah's birthday and a mutual friend had invited May along, not that anyone was complaining.

May, on the other hand, had been spending this entire party trying to hide the grin on her face. For her part, she'd been half dreaming about this for the better part of a couple of weeks. It wasn't so much that she had this great plan, or really any plan. It all seemed to devolve down to Get her nice and tied up and didn't get any better from there. Still, there was something about Sarah that made May, well, weak in the knees. The way her cute little face scrunched up sometimes, the way her body moved around just so. May couldn't help but want to see how the girl would look all trussed up. It was the subject of more than one late night fantasy.

Sarah dove into her gifts with reckless abandon. A bunch of standard stuff, for the most part. A lot of alcohol and some gift cards. No one really made much of a splash. That was, until she got to the only unlabeled gift. It was pretty obviously a book, completely different from her other gifts in at least one way. Tearing into the wrapping was satisfying on a whole other level. Finally, she freed the book from it's prison and the blush almost immediately spread across her face. Sarah, if it was possible, looked even cuter trying to hide the mystery gift from prying eyes. Eventually they did see it, though, and they teased her about it. It became quite the piece of attention for the night, but there was more to it than that.

The book itself was a BDSM book. Mostly pictures of girls bound up in interesting poses adorned in intricate gear. Some of them even looked like they were having an amazing time. It was certainly not the type of thing that bubbly Sarah would be into at all, would it? But, then, she didn't immediately throw it away. Of course, tucked in the middle of the book was a nice and just as mysterious note. The note wasn't signed either and all it said was this:

Wondering what it feels like? Give me a call

XXX-XXX-XXXXX

Happy Birthday

The doorbell rang and I absentmindedly ran out of my room to answer it. I figured it was Sam, a little early. No big deal, we could hit the mall early and grab dinner there. It wasn't like mom was going to cook tonight anyways, she was still at work.

I answered the door in my pleated black skirt and pink t-shirt. It wasn't scandalous, but it wasn't Sam on the other side either. There was an older woman and a younger one, about my age. I'd never met either of them before, but the older woman was dressed smartly and definitely looked like she was ready to take control. Her daughter, I assumed she was anyway, looked about the same as I always did when mom dragged me anywhere.

"Hello dear, is your mother home," her question answered a few of my own. This must have been one of mom's clients or partners. I simply shook my head no, hoping they might leave.

"Oh well," She shrugged almost commandingly and started walking in before she had even explained herself, "You don't mind if we wait for her inside. We drove quite a way."

Nothing about it was a question or asking permission. She simply informed me of what she was doing and her daughter followed behind her with a knowing smirk. They moved effortlessly into the lounge area, leaving me standing awkwardly in the doorway of my own home, something I was acutely aware of as I closed it and went into the lounge.

"So," I started awkwardly as I looked at the two of them. The older woman had sat herself down in the lounge chair, sitting very importantly with her legs crossed over her knees and her hands folded precisely in her lap. Her daughter on the other hand was sitting more like I would, relaxing on the couch with her legs folded under her butt and a wide smile plastered on her face, "Are you just stopping by on your way to dinner or something? How do you know my mom anyway?"

There was a brief pause between the two as the glanced at each other. There was a kind of excitement in her daughter's eyes as her mom nodded in ascent. Then she patted the couch next to her and motioned for me to join, which I did to avoid the awkward standing I was doing, "I guess you could call it a reunion."

"My mom used to hypnotize yours in college," the girl beamed at me shocked face. There was no way that sort of thing was true. But, she could practically read my thoughts with how she responded, "It's true. She could make her do anything. The way she tells it, it was pretty hot, so I just had to tag along for the reunion."

"No way," I giggled incredulously. I couldn't wrap my head around my mother doing something like that, "I've heard it's all mostly tricks. No way you can get someone to do anything."

"Way," the girl leaned in closer to me, pulling a necklace with a pretty green pendant from between her ample breasts and taking it off, "But a demonstration is better than a story. Do you want to try hypnotizing me?"

I snatched the pendant without a second thought. I didn't know what I was doing, but it was way more exciting than a normal business meeting of my mom's. I swung it casually and tried to imagine hypnosy things as I talked, "Ok. Now relax...and think of...relaxing things?"

It went on like that for almost a minute before the girl smiled at me and provided some advice, "Think of it like guided meditation."

"I've never meditated before," I admitted.

"Here, Why don't I show you then," She grabbed the pendant from my hand and began swinging in front of my face as my eyes slowly became obsessed with the emerald green pendant.

My body twitched lightly from your touch on my bare shoulder. The twitches in turn jingled the bell that hung from the collar adorning my neck. The jingle, in turn, drove the thoughts out of my head. It was getting easier too, each time the bell jingled they disappeared faster and returned slower. My naked body went slack against the ropes that tied it down. My eyes closed even under the blindfold that had been blocking out my vision. My body utterly relaxed and waited for orders.

"Again," Came your voice, overpowering my pathetic will and becoming my whole world. I could not disobey your voice. I did not want to disobey your voice. I obeyed. And, obeying made me wet.

"Daddy knows best," I panted out mindlessly. There wasn't even a thought in my head as I repeated my conditioned truth. Each word became more and more true the more I repeated it.

"I obey Daddy mindlessly," I intoned and you seemed pleased. There was a bit of humming and a second later the sybian under my delicate pussy started vibrating again. The ropes still held me in place even as my body involuntarily twitched in pleasure. The bell on my collar jangled incessantly, driving my thoughts away with even more fervor. I was being rewarded, I knew that, but there was nothing but the bell and Daddy.

"I am Daddy's horny hypnopet," I finished my conditioned mantra and the sybian died out. Still, the words remained, my pussy wet because that's what I was now. It took longer this time, longer than ever before, for my thoughts to start coming back. I began to wonder simple questions, like how long I had been here or when I had met Daddy.

I jerked slightly, fighting the ropes again. The bell on my collar jingled and my useless thoughts were banished again. Somewhere, I wasn't sure where, Daddy was smiling at me as he spoke, "Again."

And our routine began again until I was properly trained.

I looked over the sheets of paper arranged neatly on the table in front of me. All around us the coffee shop buzzed with excitement, but I hardly seemed to notice the world around me. My teeth nibbling lightly on my lower lip as my attention flits between the contract and your eyes, my breathing ragged even as I tried to pretend I was calm and not bothered at all.

"There's a lot there," You said with a smirk. The confidence was staggering. There was a part of me that truly believed you already knew I was going to sign it. To be fair, it probably wasn't hard to gauge how I felt about all of it, "But the gist is this. You can get out of it at any time, but as long as the contract is in effect you will belong to me."

A brief pause ensued as you let me drink in your words. It wasn't like I didn't already understand all that, but hearing you say it just hit me that much harder.

"So, what do you think?"

"I'll do it," I hadn't even finished saying it before my signature was on the contract, my heart pounding with excitement.

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Thank you all for reading that. I wanted to give you an example of what I can do, just a little bit of a tease to show I'm not all talk and no substance. But, I did post this once before as RP prompt. Today I wanted to open it up to just a casual chat as well. I'm a big fan of TPE and formal contracts and have even written up a couple of them in the past.

What I am looking for in an RP is a plot surrounding a contractual TPE style of relationship. And the kinks I'm really hoping to include are things like DD/lg, Tasks, outfit control, orgasm control, cock worship, praise, rewards and things along that vein. I'm open to pretty much every other kink. But, I want to stress that I'm looking for this to be a full consent scenario and would like to avoid pain and the like as much as possible.

I'd love the opportunity to talk with you one way or another.

Ding-dong

I practically jumped out of my seat on the comfortable recliner. I was, admittedly, far too eager to answer what would almost certainly turn out to be another door to door salesman. I stopped, only briefly, to smooth out the light pink yoga leggings and adjust my matching T-shirt. At 44, I could still turn a few heads, fit with just enough padding in all the right places and a long head of blonde hair with bright pink highlights. It was another of the impulsive decisions I had given in to with no one to convince me otherwise. There were a lot of those lately.

It has been nearly six months since my daughter, Sarah, had gone away to college and I was firmly in the throes of empty nest syndrome. Sure, she came home almost every weekend to do laundry and get home cooked meals. But, I was completely by myself during the week as she stayed in the dorms on campus. Yes, it was easier for practice and her life. That didn't mean I wasn't going crazy without things to do. Just the other day I had practically kidnapped a meter reader just for the conversation.

I opened the door, expecting to be assaulted by the latest in lawn maintenance companies. What I didn't expect to see was my daughter's best friend. I'd known her since they were both in grade 2, spent more time hanging out then most parents. But, you always doted more when you were a single parent. And, they were great friends, so I never minded going the extra mile. Even when that had meant she'd lived at our place one summer while her parents traveled.

They'd gone to different colleges, but both still in the same area. It wasn't like she was a stranger at my house, even now. But, it was Tuesday. She had to know that Sarah wouldn't be here. Did she maybe forget something the last time she was over? The confusion must have been plastered on my face because she quickly took the lead.

“Hey Ms. Glafe! Glad I caught you at home,” She was always like that. Dependable with just enough of a take charge nature that I never had to worry about Sarah. It didn't hurt that she had one of the most infectious smiles ever.

“Tsk-tsk, you're practically,” I started chiding her in an almost too joking tone. I'd been trying to be the cool mom for years, but hadn't ever quite managed to get this next part to stick. But, maybe now I could, “No, not practically. You are an adult now. I'm pretty sure you can just call me Ellie, okay?”

“Okay, Ellie.”

I didn't know if it was just the way she said it or just that I was caught off guard by it. Every single time before she had rebuffed me by telling me it was weird. This time she just went with it and it did feel a little weird, but not in a bad way, “Much better. But, you know Sarah isn't here right? She spends the weeks at the dorms.”

“Oh, I know. I actually dropped by because I had a school project. I've been wracking my brain trying to think of someone who could help me. Then, it suddenly hit me! Mrs…I mean Ellie would be perfect. If you don't mind that is?”

“You know I'd never say no to you dear. But, what school project could I possibly help you with,” As far as I knew, she was studying computer science. I wasn't a stay at home mom or anything, but I certainly didn't know anything about coding.

“Well, the project is on something a little weird. I was doing some research into hypnosis,” She paused and I felt my heart skip a beat. There was no way that she knew I had fantasized about being brainwashed for years. The way she looked at me, though. Had her smile always looked like a bit of a smirk? I was squirming in my attempt to pretend she hadn't just struck a cord, “But I couldn't think of anyone who would let me try on them. That was, until I remembered seeing some books about it around your house. So, I took a leap of faith and decided to ask you. What do you say, Ellie, would you be willing to let me try to hypnotize you?”

"You should just take the day off work and relax with me," Your offer was certainly tempting to say the least. Between stress, deadlines and the frequent late night hanging out, I was starting to become more and more worn out. Worst yet, I kept finding myself losing bits of time, something I attributed to simply being tired and passing out.

"Just need to get this project put to bed and then things will get easier," It had become a practiced excuse I used these days as I pulled my long flaming red hair back into a loose ponytail. It was always just the next project that I needed to finish and things would get less stressful. But, I couldn't give up when I was this invested already.

"You said that three projects ago," You weren't wrong. It was an excuse I used religiously, even before we had known each other. In the beginning I hadn't minded as much, but these days I had even started fantasizing about giving up. Forget the rat race and maybe just be someone's good girl for a living. I didn't know when the fantasy had first started, but it seemed to get stronger each week, "Not like I can convince you otherwise. Hey, can you grab my laptop off the floor before you head out?"

"Sure," I muttered moving over to the corner of the living room to pick up the haphazardly placed device. It wasn't till I started to pull upwards with it that things came into sharper focus. Jingle. The bell on my cute pink leather collar chimed out lightly as I jerked upwards, erasing the thoughts from my head temporarily. Then came the fog, like it always did, making it harder to piece thoughts together.

When had I put on the collar? I didn't remember ever doing something like that. What was I doing anyway? I was getting ready for something, right? There was something I was supposed to be doing, but the fog made it hard to remember what that was.

Then you appeared next to me, your face smiling as it looked on at my slack jawed expression. There was something reassuring about the way you stood next to me. I felt like I could just let go for you. But, what was I letting go of, "Not quite able to sink for me with just one yet. Still too many pesky thoughts."

Jingle. Your hand gently swiped at the bell and the thoughts vanished again. This time the fog was thicker. There was just you there. Just your words penetrating the fog of submission, "It's okay, you can call in to work and we'll work on that all day."

Put the collar on...

Cassie read over the note slowly, complying with its very specific instructions. Everything had been provided in the box that had contained the letter. It was all very neat an proper an entirely too professional. She pulled long blond hair off to the side as she slid the pink leather around her neck. She made sure it was snug as she looped it in and notched the buckle. Not tight enough that it was difficult to breath, but she felt every inch along with the three metal O rings that hung from the front and two sides.

Cuffs on ankles and wrists...

She complied again. Pink leather cuffs, each with a D ring, were looped around her ankles and wrists. She kept reminding herself what this weekend was. She was giving herself up for the weekend and getting $100,000 as payment. It was all very professional and scary. She didn't even know who the person or persons that she was going to belong to were. But, this was a life changing amount of money. Enough that she could even accept having to do anything she was told for 48 hours.

Do not wear underwear. Wear a long skirt...

There was a brief pang of fear. She contemplated not doing this. However, the thought of the money snapped her out of it. She removed both bra and panties and then pulled on a long, ankle length black skirt and a navy blue sweater. The combination was good enough to hide the cuffs already on her. The collar, unfortunately, was still plenty visible.

Put the chained cuffs around your thighs and lock them with the padlocks provided. Your owner is the only one with the key to the padlocks. Do not do this is you have any doubts...

These cuffs were metal with only a one foot chain between them. Once she padlocked them, there was no going back and her movement would be limited, but not impossible. Already committed, she finished binding herself and snapped the padlocks shut on each cuff. She was truly committed to this weekend now and the only thing left was to go to the location on the paper and begin her weekend of servitude.