Implanted

A longer piece, that has some themes of corruption, that is to say, implanting a fetish. I'm still classing it as a microfiction...

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“Hey pet, come here, I want to show you something.” Your partner beckoned, and you sat down next to them, as they held up their phone, and pressed play on a video that seemed to be you. You didn’t remember it being filmed, but something felt… Familiar.

“Say it on camera, come on.” Your partner’s voice came from the recording, evidently, they were the one filming.

You saw your own eyes widen, and then apparently you steeled yourself. “Right, right. Okay. Yeah, I bet you that you can’t make me like being spanked.”

You heard your partner laugh behind the camera. “And what are we betting for? It better be more than bragging rights.”

On the screen, you considered for a moment, and then smiled. “How about this? If you win, you can redesign my wardrobe. If I win, I can redesign yours. Sound good?”

From behind the camera, a hand came out, and you both shook on the deal. And the recording ended.

Your partner was watching you, and you were a bit stunned. You – You loved to be spanked. You had always loved it, hadn’t you? The pain, the feeling of submission it caused.

Everything about it was so good. But… But… Then what was the bet? When had that been recorded? You took your partner’s hand. “Hey, babe, what. When? How?” They smiled at you; eyes locked onto yours.

“Well… You know when I told you that I had been learning hypnosis?”

You nodded. “Yeah, that was what, eight months ago?”

“Yeah, yeah. Well… That video was taken six months ago. I’d been reading around hypnotic amnesia, and I had an idea. That’s when that video was filmed.”

They took one hand and gently brushed your cheek, pulling your face to look at them, and they continued. “That was when I told you that I was going to implant the love of being spanked in your brain, and make you forget ever not loving it. I walked you through it, and you said yes.”

You nodded, brows furrowing. “But wait, so have I totally forgotten?” You asked.

They shook their head. “No, not really. Your mind still has the memories, you just can’t get to them, if that makes sense?” Like, even that video, do you remember it being taken, having seen it?”

“No…” You said, feeling a little uneasy.

They seemed to have noticed your unease. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m going to give you back your memories in a moment, can I just finish going through how we got here?”

You paused. You trusted them. Of course you did. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Their smile came back, and they continued. “Well, Once I’d gone over the process with you, I began training you as a hypnotic subject, daily sessions with me just taking you under, and training your mind to respond to me. I will say, you’re a natural.”

“Once you were conditioned to my voice, to my control, I began to implant the love of spanking. I also tested that the amnesia would take with you, which, of course, it did. It took a little while, but after a couple of months…”

You interrupted them. “I started to beg you to spank me, right? I can remember that.”

They nodded and kept going. “Yeah, you did. So, at that point, all I had to do was take away the memories. Which, I’m now going to give back. Memory restore.”

You staggered. Your brain was spinning. You felt them pull you close. You remembered. The training, how they played with your mind, how much you enjoyed it. You remembered agreeing to the amnesia, to agreeing that they could try to implant enjoying being spanked.

After a few minutes, you settled, they pressed a glass of water to your lips, which you drank from, gratefully. They gently tapped your nose with their finger. “Right, get some rest my love, ‘cause I think I won our bet, right? And that means that tomorrow we are going shopping.”