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My Master once told me about the first law of mind control - that you can't make someone do something if they would never do it - some part of them must want to.

But he solved it by gradually moving me towards what he wanted to. At first I would never willingly wear a maid outfit, then I wouldn't sleep with him, or capture others for him. Now, of course, I don't think there is a single command he could give me that I could possibly disobey. Through constantly pushing a new boundary, some part of me became accepting of anything I could do in his service. Eventually, I will love doing whatever he commands, instead of simply obeying. Even under a mind controlling spell, humans are always changing.

So, the first law is important, but any Master worth serving can get around it. What I want to talk about today is another one he taught me, one more important for slaves like me. The fourth law: Escape from mind control is possible, but if you submit to the same controller five times, it becomes inescapable.

He'd told me the law after my first escape attempt.

I still make my fifth.

I am Helen Parkinson, and this is the story of my final attempt to escape my Master.

You might be wondering how I broke out of his control so many times to get to the fifth attempt, given what I have already explained. The thing is, while the first law holds, you can still have a spike of resistance when commanded to do something that most of you doesn't want to do. For example, I first had a spark of resistance when he ordered me to sleep with him for the first time.

I've always been a strong-willed girl. Let me tell you, if Master's hypnotic gaze hadn't been so strong, I'd have never fallen to him in the first place. The spark of resistance grew and grew until I broke out of his power. I fled immediately, and he caught up to me and dominated me again. I've never minded sleeping with him since then.

Just like with the first law, once my brain which was free because of something broke, that part became my personality. I started to happily comply with those commands.

But, like I said, I'm strong willed. There came more things that I didn't want. Things that I resisted.

The next time was when he told me to enjoy it when he tied me up. I didn't, at all. So much that my spark grew again and I broke out of his control. That time, though, I thought through my escape plan. Until then, I acted the perfect slave. I escaped, running out of the house while he was gone, trying to get to some sort of transport to take me away. But as I turned a corner, he was there. I became lost in his all-consuming gaze again and soon I was kneeling. Now, I love it especially when I am bound in ropes ort rapped by leather straps, a toy for him to do what he wishes with. It serves as a reminder of how part of my mind submitted to him completely.

And that experience was why I kept my eyes closed throughout my escape attempt. I couldn't risk catching even a glimpse of his domineering eyes. I couldn't resist them, even when free. My mind was broken by his icy blue gaze before, and it would be again and again if I allowed it.

So I was determined to not allow it.

I learned the layout of Master's house by heart, and even the surrounding area. I used that in my third escape attempt. It was triggered when Master made me make love to Alice in front of him - the part of my brain which would do anything to please him failed to overcome by definite heterosexuality (at least at the time). It was the same for her, both of us regained our will and we worked together on a plan. But Alice was unreliable, and did not follow the path I laid out. I didn't learn how he took her mind, but he did, and used her knowledge of my plan to mind me. Then he overpowered by, forced my eyes open, and broke me a third time.

And then Alice's reward was me giving her pleasure, and it truly felt like a celebration.

The penultimate time I regained my free will was when he made me whip the other girls as a punishment. Don't get me wrong, I liked ordering the junior slaves around, but not hurting them. And actually, I would have whipped them into shape had he only commanded that, but he specifically ordered me to take pleasure in it. Again, I rebelled. Again, I concealed my rebellion while I worked on my plan.

This time, I trained myself in combat, using Amy and Shelby as pawns - making it look to Master that I was play-fighting, toying with them in a way he empathised with. I think he liked to watch it. He was always especially happy with me afterwards, and showed it. Even while I resisted, I couldn't help but love those times. I still craved them.

But my will held. I made my plan alone this time, so no foolish girl could compromise me. I knew I could overpower him if I needed to.

Because I had my eyes closed, he caught up to me easily as I made my escape. But even with my eyes closed I could fight him off. That is, until he ticked me. Just enough for me to blink. And those all-powerful eyes were waiting for me when I did.

I submitted completely. I liked it. He filled me with knowledge that escape was useless. Even my cleverest strategy failed. I was nothing. Worthless when I didn't serve him. That's when he taught me the fourth law as well. So I would know that even when I made my next attempt and it failed, that would be the last one. I would finally accept then that I exist only to obey his commands.

I think that emboldened him, made him think I would be completely helpless. Because a few weeks later, he commanded me to drink... bodily fluids. Maybe he thought it would snap me out, now I think about it. Maybe he wanted to toy with me by making me break out just to watch me continue to obey.

Anyway, it did make me snap out again. Again, I spent a long time putting my plan together, pretending to be under his control. It was a weird time, when I was out of his control. When he commanded me to do something I'm used to, like punishing another girl or being used for bedtime pleasure, I happily and easily obeyed him even then. But when he wasn't around, I would remember my free will.

So in those times I tried to make my plan just that little bit better, so my final escape attempt would work. I spent months with Florence, making her tickle me until I could resist tickles completely. I tried to break her out of her trance in thanks, but it didn't work, she was too happy with her new life. It was probably for the best, I like her and I had fun with her, but if she stopped me from escaping like Alice did, it would doom us both. Maybe she was the one who was right anyway, just blissfully accepting her life as a slave instead of dealing with the constant stress of trying to regain her freedom.

I spent even longer learning the streets around the house perfectly. By the end I could tell where I was just from the feel of the cobbles on my bare feet (with the small cost of not having any footwear during my escape). And I kept training with Amy and Shelby - Master thinks it's just a Zumba thing or something. So I could still avoid his mind-breaking stare, he couldn't force it on me with tickles or strength, and I had my escape route.

I was ready to escape. I waited until a day when Master was going further than usual for food. I heard Shelby and Hannah, as always, making a big, tearful show at the doorway of saying goodbye. That last time, he was tempted enough to have some last minute fun with them, so I slipped out.

I half-ran through the side streets just past our front door, no longer impeded by my closed eyes. But whenever I came to hear people, I had to slow down to avoid crashing into them. I wore a loose blue top, jeans, and sunglasses to cover my closed eyes. Luckily the sun was still warm on my exposed skin, so I didn't attract any suspicion. My mission was to get to a bus stop, and use the handful of coins I'd gathered from picking up people's dropped change to escape further than Master could follow.

I'd never seen the bus stop, but I had an idea of where it was from seeing buses go past, so it was fine, I could find it. I could escape.

I felt under me that I was now past the supermarket Master would send us to on shopping trips. That was the furthest I'd ever been allowed to go, Master was always very strict with us if we took too long. Even after my moths of research, I had never got much further. But I still knew where to go.

But I also knew that Florence or Alice would have definitely noticed I was gone by then. They would have called Master to notify him, eager for the juicy reward they would get (that would probably be me). I didn't have much time.

The beep of the traffic lights told me it was time to cross the road, but I couldn't rush. I moved as carefully as possible, but still bumped into people. People I'd probably never seen. Even when outside, I rarely really paid attention to them. I had to wonder what people who aren't in Master's harem of brainwashed beauties are even like. What do they look like? Do they really appreciate their free will?

As I asked myself those questions, a new one came unbidden. What was even my plan? I supposed to find one of my old friends. One who I hadn't brought Master to and shown his hypnotic embrace, like I'd done to Florence and Shelby. I could barely remember their named, but I would figure something out.

I felt my way to a side street going in the right direction. Once I got to the other end, I thought I might have to open my eyes just to work out where I was.

But as I half-jogged down the thin road, I realised I would never need to wonder about that. I heard eerily familiar footsteps ahead, and then an intimately familiar voice.

"Where are you going, Helen?" Master asked.

My voice in reply was full of derision, an expression he had never heard before. "You know what I'm doing. You can't stop me this time, so just get out of the way. You have the other girls to enjoy, you'll get used to missing me."

"Oh my dear, silly little Helen. You know that each one of my slaves is uniquely precious to me." His voice was getting closer. I could feel his presence getting closer to me. My body started to prepare itself, while I frantically tried to breathe, calm it down. "Now just come home, and we can forget all about this."

His arms came up either side of me, forcing me against the wall. He thought he could hold me down. He should have known he can't anymore. I pushed back, with my toned arms easily bracing against him.

He sighed. "I suppose you've worked out some trick against tickles as well. You don't want to hurt me, though, I am sure." He pulled back, and I knew that no part of me wanted to punch him across the jaw, even though every part of me knew it would be the right thing to do.

"It's the fifth time, by the way." He said, his voice still so very close. "Your last chance."

"I know, and that's why I will definitely break free this time." I spat, pushing past him.

His footsteps carried on behind me. "What will you do, Helen? You don't know the world outside anymore."

"I'll... I'll find a friend..."

"A friend? Your best friends are Alice, Hannah and Shelby."

He was right. But I wouldn't let him know that. "They're slaves." I shrugged as I kept awkwardly walking. "I don't want to be a slave."

"And why not, dear? You were happy."

Maybe, but not entirely, clearly. "I wasn't, that's why I broke out again. You know that."

His voice was even closer now, full of his strange, slightly-manic energy that I loved. "And you know I can fix that! I can make you happy again. I can make serving your choice, just like I have four times before. You wouldn't even mind, you know you wouldn't!"

"But I do mind now!" I shouted, seeing red behind my closed eyes. I tried to increase my pace but almost tripped over a loose cobble. I breathed deeply, still walking forward. That was the one thing he couldn't stop. Walking into my new, aimless future.

"Only because you broke out. If I fix you, you won't break out again. You'll be happy, safe. In our little predictable life you always loved so much."

Predictable... Life under his power definitely had more certainty than the unknown I was walking towards. I stopped. Faltered. Did I really want to abandon him? Not just him, but all the girls. Florence's cute little smile and curly ponytail. Alice's tanned skin and huge boobs, Shelby's tall ivory body and beautiful hair, Hannah's adorable freckles and thick thighs, Amy's curves and dimples. I love them wall. I still wanted them.

Was I thinking that, or was Master saying that? His voice was blended with my internal voice, just like it always did.

Just like it always did when I was happily under his control.

Happy. Under his control.

I still wanted it. I wanted him controlling me. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to go back to punishing my girls and playing with them. Back to my life. Why run away when I was always happy right here?

"No... It's... It's my last chance..." My voice croaked out, strangled.

What did it matter, though? It was hopeless. Master would find me, somehow. I should just surrender.

I will surrender.

I open my eyes. I turn around. His spiralling gaze is right there to welcome me. Waiting there to wash away my remaining doubts.

My clear mind looks on my Master, knowing my resistance is over. I belong to him now.

"Take me back home, Master."

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My Master once told me about the first law of mind control - that you can't make someone do something if they would never do it - some part of them must want to.

But he solved it by gradually moving me towards what he wanted to. At first I would never willingly wear a maid outfit, then I wouldn't sleep with him, or capture others for him. Now, of course, I don't think there is a single command he could give me that I could possibly disobey. Through constantly pushing a new boundary, some part of me became accepting of anything I could do in his service. Eventually, I will love doing whatever he commands, instead of simply obeying. Even under a mind controlling spell, humans are always changing.

So, the first law is important, but any Master worth serving can get around it. What I want to talk about today is another one he taught me, one more important for slaves like me. The fourth law: Escape from mind control is possible, but if you submit to the same controller five times, it becomes inescapable.

He'd told me the law after my first escape attempt.

I still make my fifth.

I am Helen Parkinson, and this is the story of my final attempt to escape my Master.

You might be wondering how I broke out of his control so many times to get to the fifth attempt, given what I have already explained. The thing is, while the first law holds, you can still have a spike of resistance when commanded to do something that most of you doesn't want to do. For example, I first had a spark of resistance when he ordered me to sleep with him for the first time.

I've always been a strong-willed girl. Let me tell you, if Master's hypnotic gaze hadn't been so strong, I'd have never fallen to him in the first place. The spark of resistance grew and grew until I broke out of his power. I fled immediately, and he caught up to me and dominated me again. I've never minded sleeping with him since then.

Just like with the first law, once my brain which was free because of something broke, that part became my personality. I started to happily comply with those commands.

But, like I said, I'm strong willed. There came more things that I didn't want. Things that I resisted.

The next time was when he told me to enjoy it when he tied me up. I didn't, at all. So much that my spark grew again and I broke out of his control. That time, though, I thought through my escape plan. Until then, I acted the perfect slave. I escaped, running out of the house while he was gone, trying to get to some sort of transport to take me away. But as I turned a corner, he was there. I became lost in his all-consuming gaze again and soon I was kneeling. Now, I love it especially when I am bound in ropes ort rapped by leather straps, a toy for him to do what he wishes with. It serves as a reminder of how part of my mind submitted to him completely.

And that experience was why I kept my eyes closed throughout my escape attempt. I couldn't risk catching even a glimpse of his domineering eyes. I couldn't resist them, even when free. My mind was broken by his icy blue gaze before, and it would be again and again if I allowed it.

So I was determined to not allow it.

I learned the layout of Master's house by heart, and even the surrounding area. I used that in my third escape attempt. It was triggered when Master made me make love to Alice in front of him - the part of my brain which would do anything to please him failed to overcome by definite heterosexuality (at least at the time). It was the same for her, both of us regained our will and we worked together on a plan. But Alice was unreliable, and did not follow the path I laid out. I didn't learn how he took her mind, but he did, and used her knowledge of my plan to mind me. Then he overpowered by, forced my eyes open, and broke me a third time.

And then Alice's reward was me giving her pleasure, and it truly felt like a celebration.

The penultimate time I regained my free will was when he made me whip the other girls as a punishment. Don't get me wrong, I liked ordering the junior slaves around, but not hurting them. And actually, I would have whipped them into shape had he only commanded that, but he specifically ordered me to take pleasure in it. Again, I rebelled. Again, I concealed my rebellion while I worked on my plan.

This time, I trained myself in combat, using Amy and Shelby as pawns - making it look to Master that I was play-fighting, toying with them in a way he empathised with. I think he liked to watch it. He was always especially happy with me afterwards, and showed it. Even while I resisted, I couldn't help but love those times. I still craved them.

But my will held. I made my plan alone this time, so no foolish girl could compromise me. I knew I could overpower him if I needed to.

Because I had my eyes closed, he caught up to me easily as I made my escape. But even with my eyes closed I could fight him off. That is, until he ticked me. Just enough for me to blink. And those all-powerful eyes were waiting for me when I did.

I submitted completely. I liked it. He filled me with knowledge that escape was useless. Even my cleverest strategy failed. I was nothing. Worthless when I didn't serve him. That's when he taught me the fourth law as well. So I would know that even when I made my next attempt and it failed, that would be the last one. I would finally accept then that I exist only to obey his commands.

I think that emboldened him, made him think I would be completely helpless. Because a few weeks later, he commanded me to drink... bodily fluids. Maybe he thought it would snap me out, now I think about it. Maybe he wanted to toy with me by making me break out just to watch me continue to obey.

Anyway, it did make me snap out again. Again, I spent a long time putting my plan together, pretending to be under his control. It was a weird time, when I was out of his control. When he commanded me to do something I'm used to, like punishing another girl or being used for bedtime pleasure, I happily and easily obeyed him even then. But when he wasn't around, I would remember my free will.

So in those times I tried to make my plan just that little bit better, so my final escape attempt would work. I spent months with Florence, making her tickle me until I could resist tickles completely. I tried to break her out of her trance in thanks, but it didn't work, she was too happy with her new life. It was probably for the best, I like her and I had fun with her, but if she stopped me from escaping like Alice did, it would doom us both. Maybe she was the one who was right anyway, just blissfully accepting her life as a slave instead of dealing with the constant stress of trying to regain her freedom.

I spent even longer learning the streets around the house perfectly. By the end I could tell where I was just from the feel of the cobbles on my bare feet (with the small cost of not having any footwear during my escape). And I kept training with Amy and Shelby - Master thinks it's just a Zumba thing or something. So I could still avoid his mind-breaking stare, he couldn't force it on me with tickles or strength, and I had my escape route.

I was ready to escape. I waited until a day when Master was going further than usual for food. I heard Shelby and Hannah, as always, making a big, tearful show at the doorway of saying goodbye. That last time, he was tempted enough to have some last minute fun with them, so I slipped out.

I half-ran through the side streets just past our front door, no longer impeded by my closed eyes. But whenever I came to hear people, I had to slow down to avoid crashing into them. I wore a loose blue top, jeans, and sunglasses to cover my closed eyes. Luckily the sun was still warm on my exposed skin, so I didn't attract any suspicion. My mission was to get to a bus stop, and use the handful of coins I'd gathered from picking up people's dropped change to escape further than Master could follow.

I'd never seen the bus stop, but I had an idea of where it was from seeing buses go past, so it was fine, I could find it. I could escape.

I felt under me that I was now past the supermarket Master would send us to on shopping trips. That was the furthest I'd ever been allowed to go, Master was always very strict with us if we took too long. Even after my moths of research, I had never got much further. But I still knew where to go.

But I also knew that Florence or Alice would have definitely noticed I was gone by then. They would have called Master to notify him, eager for the juicy reward they would get (that would probably be me). I didn't have much time.

The beep of the traffic lights told me it was time to cross the road, but I couldn't rush. I moved as carefully as possible, but still bumped into people. People I'd probably never seen. Even when outside, I rarely really paid attention to them. I had to wonder what people who aren't in Master's harem of brainwashed beauties are even like. What do they look like? Do they really appreciate their free will?

As I asked myself those questions, a new one came unbidden. What was even my plan? I supposed to find one of my old friends. One who I hadn't brought Master to and shown his hypnotic embrace, like I'd done to Florence and Shelby. I could barely remember their named, but I would figure something out.

I felt my way to a side street going in the right direction. Once I got to the other end, I thought I might have to open my eyes just to work out where I was.

But as I half-jogged down the thin road, I realised I would never need to wonder about that. I heard eerily familiar footsteps ahead, and then an intimately familiar voice.

"Where are you going, Helen?" Master asked.

My voice in reply was full of derision, an expression he had never heard before. "You know what I'm doing. You can't stop me this time, so just get out of the way. You have the other girls to enjoy, you'll get used to missing me."

"Oh my dear, silly little Helen. You know that each one of my slaves is uniquely precious to me." His voice was getting closer. I could feel his presence getting closer to me. My body started to prepare itself, while I frantically tried to breathe, calm it down. "Now just come home, and we can forget all about this."

His arms came up either side of me, forcing me against the wall. He thought he could hold me down. He should have known he can't anymore. I pushed back, with my toned arms easily bracing against him.

He sighed. "I suppose you've worked out some trick against tickles as well. You don't want to hurt me, though, I am sure." He pulled back, and I knew that no part of me wanted to punch him across the jaw, even though every part of me knew it would be the right thing to do.

"It's the fifth time, by the way." He said, his voice still so very close. "Your last chance."

"I know, and that's why I will definitely break free this time." I spat, pushing past him.

His footsteps carried on behind me. "What will you do, Helen? You don't know the world outside anymore."

"I'll... I'll find a friend..."

"A friend? Your best friends are Alice, Hannah and Shelby."

He was right. But I wouldn't let him know that. "They're slaves." I shrugged as I kept awkwardly walking. "I don't want to be a slave."

"And why not, dear? You were happy."

Maybe, but not entirely, clearly. "I wasn't, that's why I broke out again. You know that."

His voice was even closer now, full of his strange, slightly-manic energy that I loved. "And you know I can fix that! I can make you happy again. I can make serving your choice, just like I have four times before. You wouldn't even mind, you know you wouldn't!"

"But I do mind now!" I shouted, seeing red behind my closed eyes. I tried to increase my pace but almost tripped over a loose cobble. I breathed deeply, still walking forward. That was the one thing he couldn't stop. Walking into my new, aimless future.

"Only because you broke out. If I fix you, you won't break out again. You'll be happy, safe. In our little predictable life you always loved so much."

Predictable... Life under his power definitely had more certainty than the unknown I was walking towards. I stopped. Faltered. Did I really want to abandon him? Not just him, but all the girls. Florence's cute little smile and curly ponytail. Alice's tanned skin and huge boobs, Shelby's tall ivory body and beautiful hair, Hannah's adorable freckles and thick thighs, Amy's curves and dimples. I love them wall. I still wanted them.

Was I thinking that, or was Master saying that? His voice was blended with my internal voice, just like it always did.

Just like it always did when I was happily under his control.

Happy. Under his control.

I still wanted it. I wanted him controlling me. I wanted him inside me. I wanted to go back to punishing my girls and playing with them. Back to my life. Why run away when I was always happy right here?

"No... It's... It's my last chance..." My voice croaked out, strangled.

What did it matter, though? It was hopeless. Master would find me, somehow. I should just surrender.

I will surrender.

I open my eyes. I turn around. His spiralling gaze is right there to welcome me. Waiting there to wash away my remaining doubts.

My clear mind looks on my Master, knowing my resistance is over. I belong to him now.

"Take me back home, Master."