Jane | Hypnotized Strongwoman

Jane looked around the backroom before flashed a cheeky grin when she was told her role for tonight. "A strongwoman, hmm? I guess it only makes sense when you got a body like mine. Not sure if I believe in all this hypnosis crap, but sounds like a fun role! Screw it, let's go!" With a hearty chuckle to the other volunteers and the ringmaster, she filed into her changing cubicle, whisked the curtain covering the entrance shut, and turned to the table with the box containing her outfit.

At almost exactly the same time she opened the box lid, what appeared to be a snake reared out of the box. Its eyes lit up fired a beam of light into her eyes before she could even react properly. "W-what the fuc-" Jane stopped mid sentence as the ray of rainbow surged through her mind and rendered it silent. It began changing her mind, erasing old assumptions, turning what once were her own mind into a machine, an object with as much capacity for independent thought as the average PC, laying it open to the instructions that was being bombarded into her brain.

When the order for her to undress registered in her mind, Jane's hands began to undo her white blouse, working slowly. Then her blouse was off, Jane's hands began to work on her bra. When it was removed, her arms simply hanged limply by her sides. Jane reached towards the table from the neat piles of folded clothes, and produced a lycra, leopard-skin pattern bikini, cut very low, with a single strap on the right to secure it. This was quickly pulled onto her unresisting body that was starting to feel unlike her own, securing it in place.

The button in the middle of her trouser was undone now. Jane's trousers slid down slowly from her shapely legs, showing off her toned backside hidden only by a G-string. Her fingers slid around her waist and slowly hooked into her G-string as she began to ease them down. When she repeated the instructions she received back to no one in particular, Jane's voice remained low, flat; no emotion. "Yes, I understand. I will put on my strongwoman panties and boots and walk out of the cubicle, ready to do what ringmaster tells me to do. From now on, I take orders from no one but him. The ringmaster is my master, and I must obey." She restated her new mantra diligently as her undergarment fell onto the floor. Unblinkingly, Jane reached out and picked up the animal print panties to put them on. She pulled her thigh-length, close fitting, leopard-spotted suede boots on, one by one. Finally, she turned around and stepped out of the cubicle. She did not know what was going on, but she was sure the ringmaster would tell her what she should do.

DRAFT: IGNORE, DONT USE

Jane looked around the backroom and flashed a cheeky grin when she was told her role for tonight. "A strongwoman, hmm? I guess it only makes sense when you got a body like mine. Not sure if I believe in all this hypnosis crap, but sounds like a fun role!" With a hearty chuckle to the other volunteers and the ringmaster, she filed into her changing cubicle, whisked the curtain covering the entrance shut, and turned to the table with the box containing her outfit.

At almost exactly the same time she opened the box lid, Jane felt a momentary pang of panic as a snake reared out of the box. Its eyes lit and beams fired into her eyes before she could react to the weird construct. "W-what the fuc-" Jane stopped mid sentence as the beams surged through her mind and rendered it silent. It began changing her mind, erasing old assumptions, turning what once were her own mind into a machine, an object with as much capacity for independent thought as the average PC, laying it open to the instructions that was being bombarded into her brain.

She put the box down, the snakes subsided and returned to their posts, lying dormant in the boxes. Jane stood still, her hands holding the lid of the box open, her eyes still trained on the point where the snake-eye beams had come from. She had not moved since the beams hit her eyes. She hadn’t been told to. She didn’t hear the curtains swishing open. She could not sense anything, or react to anything, until she had orders to follow.

When the order for her to undress registered in her mind, Jane's hands began to undo her white blouse, working quite slowly. Then her blouse was off, and the hands began to work on her bra. When it was removed, her arms were lifted away allowed to hang limply by her sides Jane reached towards the table from the neat piles of folded clothes, and produced a lycra, leopard-skin pattern bikini, cut very low, with a single strap on the right to secure it. This was quickly pulled onto her unresisting body and secured in place.

The button in the middle of her trouser was undone now. Jane's trousers slid down slowly from her shapely legs, showing off her toned backside hidden only by a g-string. Her fingers slid around her waist and slowly hooked into her g-string as she began to ease them down. When she repeated the instructions she received back to no one in particular, Jane's voice remained low, flat; no emotion. "Yes, I understand. I will put on my strongwoman panties and boots and walk out of the cubicle, ready to do what ringmaster tells me to do. From now on, I take orders from no one but him unless he allows me to. The ringmaster is my master, and I must obey." Her g-string now was on the floor. Unblinkingly, Jane reached out and picked up the leopardskin print panties to put them on. She pulled her thigh-length, close fitting, leopard-spotted suede boots on, one by one. Finally, she turned around and stepped out of the cubicle. She did not know what was going on, but she was sure the ringmaster would tell her what she should do.