Femdom Mind Control Flash Fiction
Oberhoheit
by S.B.
Ashley plays a irresistible, hypnotic song on the piano.
All the women I’ve ever loved had one thing in common: a passionate devotion for music. Ashley, my latest conquest, was no exception but, unlike my previous girlfriend who was crazy about hip-hop and similar rhythms, she was all classical and playing the piano was a major part of her life as I came to know.
On the day of the spectacle, we kissed by the front door, she offered me a cup of honey and lemon tea that was simply delicious and then undid her satin robe, revealing a sexy, blue babydoll underneath with lightly padded cups, adjustable shoulder straps, and a matching sheer thong. The sight of the combination was far beyond breathtaking and, as I assumed my position on the leather sofa, it was hard for me to think about anything else.
“I’ll be playing a little something for you from a 19th-century composer called Katarina Gubb entitled Oberhoheit. Do you know the meaning of the word, Liam?” she asked whilst stretching her fingers.
“I’m not surprised as only a few pieces of her survived. She was of German origin and one of the first women to elevate piano compositions to a whole new level. I believe you’ll easily come to understand the meaning of the title the moment I finish playing. Now, don’t make a sound and simply listen…”
“That was… amazing!” I applauded, overwhelmed with sincerest delight. Her face was imbued with ethereal radiance when the million-dollar question was brought forth into the world:
“Supremacy…” I heard myself saying, wondering at the same time how that exact word had formed itself so clearly in my mind.”
“You’re a woman and I’m a man. Naturally, the power is yours.” answered my voice with words that belonged to someone else. Why I was uttering them I did not know and let alone was unable to understand how on earth she had become one hundred times lovelier in the twenty minutes it took her to play the piece from start to finish. A current of contrastive ideas and disruptive thoughts was weakening my judgment from the inside.
“Yes… I…” the new directives were rampaging amidst my other beliefs, assimilating those that were useful to the role I was to assume and discarding the ones that failed to adapt or contradicted the natural order of things. “I must obey your commands….”
She was right. I never did, and this account is the testament to that. I still serve and every single instruction from her is like sweet music to my ears.
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