The magic of mindfuck - From the diary of slave Katinka

“The magic of mindfuck” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by slave Katinka

A lovely term, mindfuck. My Mistress has new subs and I suspect that, besides things like writing assignments, she also sends their minds into a spin. It takes me back to the time when I was given all kinds of tasks while I was at work. At work? Yep. Did I have time for that? Of course, there is always time. After all, how much time do we spend on things that actually take up a lot of time but deliver nothing? Let me go back to that time for a moment. I'll share just one of them.

Phone call

My phone rings. I answer with “good morning, Mistress”. She says “Good morning, girl, do you have any meetings today?” I reply “No, Mistress”. She says “then you're going to look for four colours of waterproof markers right now: black, red, blue and green”. Panic hit me. And I swallowed. Because how was I going to get hold of those four markers? My mind flew off in all directions. “Aren't you going to say something?” she said. “Yes Mistress, I'll do it”. “and once you have them, you write the following text on your body”, and she told me the text I had to write and that it had to be in different colours. “You take a photo, and girl, you have an hour”.

The sweat broke out on me. With bright red cheeks I stammered “Yes Mistress, it will be done”. “It's half past ten now, and I want to receive your photo, just as I instructed you, before half past eleven”. “It'll be fine, Mistress, thank you”. And after a “see you later” she hung up.

Stay calm

Stay calm, I kept thinking. Stay calm. Shit, what was the text again? I messaged her and luckily she was kind enough to message me the text. But where in an office would you find markers? I'm lucky enough to be sitting in an office, but waterproof markers aren't exactly standard office stock. I yanked open my drawer and yes, I had one, a black one! By now ten minutes had passed. Damn. My heart started beating faster and sweat appeared on my forehead. I took a quick look in my colleague's drawer and, believe it or not, he had a red one lying in there. And that's two, two more to go.

I ran to the facilities colleagues. Luckily they are always very helpful to me. I tried to ask my question calmly, saying I needed two waterproof markers, a blue one and a green one. They did ask me whether I was busy, because I was so flustered. I just laughed it off.

Karma

Why don't you look in the cupboard, maybe there's something in that tray. I ran into the hall to the cupboard. I pulled the plastic tray towards me, and as if karma was on my side. Exactly the two I was still missing!!! I took the two markers and thanked my colleague. I ran back upstairs, sweating even more. I had to go to the top floor because I could use the toilet there in peace. First I took a photo of the markers as proof that they were waterproof. And I checked which text I had to write. It was a long text, and writing on your own body is not easy.

And time ticked on. And I started writing the text on my body. You have to write in a sort of mirror image. Biting my lips, I put the whole sentence on my body. From my breasts down to my navel. That was an intensive job, especially because it had to be written in different colours.

Photo

When I was finished, I had to take a selfie. And meanwhile someone was pulling at the toilet door. Piss off, I thought to myself, you can see from the handle that it's on red. Honestly, I always find that quite irritating. You can see whether the toilet is occupied or not. But anyway, that's beside the point. I attempted to take a selfie. And I can tell you, it's not easy. Mainly because a considerable area has to be photographed, and in a toilet at that. But of course I didn't give up. An assignment is an assignment. And yes, I managed it!!!

I sighed deeply and was as happy as a child. And I sent the photo to her. She called me straight away and said “You did well, girl, and nicely on time”. She couldn't resist teasing me that I had put one letter the wrong way round in the mirror image. I honestly don't remember any more whether that was really true.

How it works

And how strange it is how something like this works: my whole mind was occupied with nothing but carrying out her assignment. Even now, looking back, I can still feel the tension in my body. The trembling of oh, how am I going to sort this out. The funny thing is, afterwards I could also have walked to a shop, because it was less than five minutes away. But I didn't think of that at the time. Because assignment, within an hour, for my Mistress. And what a wonderful feeling to make her happy, because in the end that gave me a kind of boost too. As if you're in another world for a moment, and then suddenly drift back down into the reality of life. Into the reality where time is actually a relative concept.

slave Katinka (aka anna)

Source

Text: slave anne
Image: BDSMforyou