The Master

Continuing the story of Marie and Lizzie from "The Bot"


Lizzie sat on her couch, absently waving her toes back and forth across the plush, deep pile carpeting. Her eyes were half open, and a blissful smile adorned her face. On her lap rested Marie’s bare feet, with Marie herself stretched out lengthwise over the couch. Lizzie massaged Marie’s soles, and her contented expression stemmed as much from that action as from the caressing brush of the carpet on her own skin.

“It has been a great day,” Marie said, between bites of a chocolate covered cherry.

“It has been a great day,” Lizzie said dreamily.

“I should stop eating these, or I won’t have an appetite for dinner. You’re making my favorite, after all.”

“I am making your favorite, after all.”

“Then, after dinner, we’re going to try something new.”

“We’re going to try something new.”

“Much as I’m loathe to give up the best foot rub I’ve had since college,” Marie said, “it’s time for you to start cooking.”

“It’s time for me to start cooking,” Lizzie said.

Marie withdrew her feet. With a sigh, Lizzie stood and walked to the kitchen.

“Call me when it’s ready,” Marie said.

“I’ll call you when it’s ready,” Lizzie said.

“Excellent.”

Marie stretched back out and closed her eyes. Soon, appetizing smells wafted in from the other room. They tantalizingly roused her from a light sleep. She heard nothing from Lizzie, so she knew the food wasn’t yet ready. So she reached for the remote control and turned on the TV.

Fifteen minutes later, Lizzie walked back into the living room.

“Dinner is ready.”

“Is the table set? And drinks out?”

“Yes.”

“All right. I’ll be there in a minute.”

Lizzie had done a superb job, and dinner was delicious. Relaxing after she had finished, Marie watched her friend clean up.

“Come sit down at the table with me,” Marie said, when she saw that Lizzie had finished doing the dishes.

Lizzie complied.

“Listen to me,” Marie said. “When I say your name, you will gain back your mind. What that means is this: You will still obey me. You will continue to do everything I tell you without question. You won’t be able to refuse me anything. But, in all other ways, you will have your memories, your thoughts, your will, and your personality. You will know that you are under my control. Knowing this won’t bother you. You will have neither the means, nor the desire to break free. If at any time I call you ‘slave,’ you will immediately revert to the mindless state that you are in now. Do you understand all of that?”

“Yes,” Lizzie said.

“Good, Lizzie. Very good.”

Shaking her head slightly and blinking several times, as if waking from a deep sleep, Lizzie drew in a breath.

“Wow,” she said. “That was quite an experience.”

“Yes, I know it was.”

“May I ask how you took control of my mind?”

“Sure. It was the robot.”

“The vacuum?”

“Uh-huh. I used it to brainwash you while you slept.”

Lizzie tentatively reached up to touch her temples and then her ears. Marie nodded.

“Do you remember anything?” Marie asked.

“I have a few vague impressions and unconnected images," Lizzie said. "But without knowing that you're controlling mind, I couldn't put them together.”

“Anyway, it was a lot of fun having you in full-on zombie mode today. But I’ve had enough of that for a while. For the rest of the weekend--or at least most of the rest of it--I’d rather have you be you. That way we can talk and have fun together, granted while you serve and obey me.”

“Sounds good,” Lizzie said in an earnestly cheerful voice.

The two friends laughed, as if they had been discussing their favorite scene in a comedy or an embarrassing moment at a school party. When their giggles had subsided, Lizzie got up to get wine glasses and a bottle. When she had gathered all the wares, she sat back down, uncorked the wine, and poured them each a glass.

“Hey, last night you said that you had a robot, too. And that you loved it,” Lizzie said.

“That’s right,” Marie said. “I do have one, and I do love it.”

“But, is just a vacuum, or does it, you know…”

Lizzie made a swirling gesture around her head and crossed her eyes.

“It's the exact same model that I gave you,” Marie said.

“Have you used it someone else? Or did someone use it on you?”

“Someone used it on me.”

“You mean...you’ve been brainwashed? Just like me? You serve and obey someone else?”

“I sure do,” Marie said, with no hint of displeasure.

“Can you tell me who?” Lizzie asked.

“Oh, yes. Because, actually, he’s your master, too.”

“He is?”

“Yep. He allowed me to brainwash you with the caveat that he can take over my control of you whenever he wants.”

“So I serve you, and we both serve him,” Lizzie said. “Wow. Who is he?”

“Do you remember Cyril?”

“Cyril Wellington? From school?”

“That’s right.”

“He’s...our master?”

“Yes, he is,” Marie said with the inflection of a love-struck teenager.

“He always did have a thing for you in college.”

“And for you. And for pretty much any attractive girl that crossed his path.”

“True. So what happened? How did he end up giving you a brainwashing robot vacuum?”

“It started about a year ago,” Marie said. “He found me on Facepage. We reconnected, chatted on and off, liked each other’s posts, and all that. Then he told me he’d be in town for a long weekend and asked if I’d be free to get together. I said sure. We made plans, kept in touch until the date arrived, and then he was there. He took me out to a dinner-and-show venue. We had dinner, and then he got up and said he’d be right back. But he didn’t come back.”

“What? Did he stick you with the bill?”

“Oh, no. He had a perfectly good reason for not coming back. About ten minutes later, I saw him up on stage. He was the show for the evening.”

“Really?”

“Yep. He was a stage hypnotist.”

“Uh-oh,” Lizzie said. “I can see where this is going.”

“Well, you know where it goes because we’re both his brainwashed sla--thralls. But this is how we got here. So he’s on stage, and he calls up several women volunteers. All hotties, of course. And the last one he calls up is me.”

“Not a surprise. You are a hottie.”

“Ha! Thanks, sis. If I am, you are. Anyway, I figured I was going to ruin his act because there was no way he was going to be able to hypnotize me. But, boy was I wrong. His voice, his mannerisms...I was captivated before I knew it, and then I could feel myself being pulled slowly down into sleep, into submission, into obedience.”

Both friends began to blush at Marie’s description, which awakened desires deep within them.

“Whoa,” Lizzie said.

“You said it. It was like nothing I’d experienced before.”

“Once you were under, what did he make you do?”

“I don’t know,” Marie said. “At the end of the show, I woke up with messy hair, an unbuttoned blouse, and bare feet. The audience was applauding and I, along with the other girls, apparently all under a post-hypnotic suggestion, danced our way off stage. I asked the other girls what had happened, but they didn't remember anything, either. we just stood there, a bunch of bemused barefoot babes. A little while later, he brought me my shoes and told me he would talk with me soon. Then he disappeared.”

“What about the robot vacuum?”

“That arrived gift-wrapped on my birthday three months ago. The thing is, when I opened it up, I knew exactly what it was and what it would do to me.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. But I still set it to run that night while I was asleep.”

“Did you want to do it, or you just had to?” Lizzie asked.

“At that point, I just had to. It was a compulsion. He must have planned ahead and implanted that suggestion in my head when I was hypnotized. The desire to serve him didn’t come until the robot brainwashed me.”

“Wow.”

“Yep. Wow. But you know what? Tonight isn’t about Cyril. Not for you anyway. It’s about me. And you are awfully chatty. Asking questions, making comments. That’s all fine and well sometimes. But for now, I want to have my slave back for a little while.”

At the sound of her trigger word, Lizzie’s eyes glazed over.

“We’re going to go back to the couch and sit like we were before,” Marie said.

“We’re going to go back to the couch and sit like we were before,” Lizzie said.

“You’re going to massage my feet again.”

“I’m going to massage your feet again.”

“As you do, you are going to slowly become aroused.”

“As I do, I am going to slowly become aroused.”

“The arousal will grow and grow and grow the more you touch my feet.”

“The arousal will grow and grow and grow the more I touch your feet.”

“Until at last it will overwhelm you.”

“Until at last it will overwhelm me.”

“And you will have the undeniable urge to have sex with me.”

“And I will have the undeniable urge to have sex with you.”

"Passionate, lustful sex where pleasuring me will get you off like nothing else ever has."

"Passionate, lustful sex where pleasuring you will get me off like nothing else ever has."

“Good,” Marie said. “Now follow me to the living room. And bring the wine and my glass. It’s time to get this evening underway.”

“It’s time to get this evening underway,” Lizzie said, doing exactly as her mistress commanded.