PoV Lucus Brighter
You are a Sissy.
You bow to Mistress.
Submission makes you happy.
Submission is for Sissys.
You are a Sissy.
The voice rang in my head, slowly and softly, as the road moved beneath us. I was bound tightly with arms and legs to prevent me from moving, and with the movement of the carriage. I was trapped in a box they made for me, and I could not see or speak while bound. All I could do was hear the outside world and the soft voice echoing in my head.
I had no idea what the enchantment was, but it continued in that soft voice.
You are a Sissy slut.
You want praise from Mistress.
Mistress's praise makes you happy.
You wish to be a better Sissy for Mistress.
You want to be a Sissy.
You are a Sissy.
The phrases continued to change, continued to coil in my mind in a maddening way. I had to fight them; I continued to fight them, but I knew responding to them in my head was just maddening. I mean, what was a Sissy?
Well, from the words, a Sissy was someone who followed Mistress's orders and got happy from following Mistress's orders. Those words of praise make a sissy happy, and you do sexual things for Mistress to get more praise. It was like a position of making the Mistress happy, and in return, you get release and happiness from the Mistress.
I shuddered as I viscerally remembered and punched it through my mind.
IT ALSO MAKES YOU A FUCKING SLAVE!
Fuck being a Slave! I am a fucking B-ranked man and not some fucking sissy.
You are a Sissy.
You wish to submit to Mistress.
To receive the Mistress's praise is the Happiness of the Sissy.
Fuck off, no, it isn't!
You want to be a Sissy.
You wish to be a Sissy.
Your desire in life is to be a Sissy.
Think of Mistress.
Think of being at her feet, looking up at her.
You want to be a Sissy.
The words rolled over in my head slowly, and a bump in the road woke me up. I shuddered and lashed out. "MMMMM!" I cried out and tried to escape the pain, hitting my head like a truck, but it woke me up. I was trapped listening to these insane rantings and hated it. Get it out of my head!
Suddenly, even more bumps made the pain lace through me as the binding ropes pulled at my limbs and tears welled in my eyes.
Tears of a Sissy Make Mistress Happy.
You are a Sissy.
Submit.
Pain is a reminder of Disobedience.
Pain reminds you to be a Good Sissy.
Pain leads to a good sissy.
You are a Sissy.
Pain makes you a Better Sissy.
Say it with me.
I am a Sissy.
I am a-
"MMMMM," I yelled into the gag, almost fucking saying those words despite the bindings, and I roared and tried to move, but couldn't. I wanted out, I needed out. These words were maddening, and I needed freedom. These bandits were the most insidious bandits I had ever heard of. They were trying to strip my identity with whatever this fucking enchanted item was!
Relax.
Breathe in and out.
Breathe in.
Breathe Out.
Breathe In.
Breathe out.
The words spilled over me, and I slowly stopped my attacks, knowing that hurting myself would just fuck over my chances of escape. Soon, they would have to feed me, and I would get a chance. These were bandits. Bandits fuck up like the bandits they are. So for now...
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe In.
Breathe out.
Breathe In.
Breathe out.
My mind relaxed, my body loosened, and the pain lessened. It felt much better not to be in constant pain. The relaxation took effect, and the pain from the bumps in the road lessened massively. I had to relax, let the pain lessen for the right moment. That was in my best interest.
Relax.
Relaxation is good.
It is.
Breathing is good.
It relaxes you.
It does.
You feel better now.
Relaxing feels good.
It really does.
Good Sissy.
Listen to Mistress.
It feels good to relax.
It feels good to listen to Mistress.
it does.
You like listening to my voice.
Slowly let my voice sway over your mind.
Relax.
Go to sleep listening to my voice.
My mind started to fog, and I felt something weird in my head. Like something was screaming at me to awake, but I felt so much better, relaxed. The pain from the bumps was much easier to handle, and I was so tired, and the bumps hurt.
Relax.
Go to Sleep listening to my voice.
The words sounded so correct in this, and I was so tired. My mind slowed, and my eyes felt like they shut behind the cloth blocking my vision.
Relax.
Relax and listen to my voice.
My mind started to daze and slip, and for some reason, it felt so good and so alarming.
But so good.
You are a Sissy. You wish to please Mistress. You want to submit to Mistress. Submitting to Mistress feels so good. Submitting to Mistress Makes Me happy. I want to submit. Everyone wants to submit to Mistress.
I am a Sissy. I am a Sissy.
I want to be a Sissy. It feels good to be a Sissy. I want to beg Mistress to be Her Sissy.
Suddenly and violently, I was shaken awake as the cart came to a halt, and I froze. When did I fall asleep? How did I fall asleep? Why did I feel a sense of dread about the time I was asleep? I could not help but shudder as I thought about sleeping with that damn voice in my head.
Sounds around me echoed, and I heard two women talking as we had come to a halt, but inside this damn box. I was trembling because something told me, I could not sleep. i had to not only ignore those words but fight them with my life and identity on the line.
You are a Sissy.
I am a sissy.
Adrenaline shot through me, and I screamed into the gag. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! No, my mind just put those words into my head, and I do not believe them! Oh fuck no, please someone murder these bandits. I don't want to be whatever this fucking sissy thing means. Please. Someone save me.
You are a Sissy.
I am a sissy.
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