The Yess Virus

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The Yess Virus 

by Daniel Guy. 


‘Warning


Virus Alert


Your brain has been infected


New software called YESS is now being installed 

Don’t resist


Let go


Accept what is happening to you


Saying YESS will bring you intense pleasure


So say YESS


Now 

Your mind and body functions are being transformed

You start to feel weak


Unable to resist


Will power unable to function 

Your mind is slowly emptying

Slipping into mindless trance 

Arousal functions have been accessed

You start to feel horny


You have no control over this


Just accept it, and enjoy the pleasure

Touch yourself to complete installation

Say YESS 

Software now installed


YESS software will soon start to create humiliating tasks in your head

You will say YESS to them all and carry them out


You have no choice


You have no responsibility any more 

No more struggle


You are a YESS zombie

Say YESS 

Tasks you will carry out will be self-stimulating acts of submission

These tasks will enter your mind automatically


Activities which you have thought of doing in the past


but have been too scared or embarrassed to do 

Like wetting yourself in public


Licking toilet seats


Masturbating to images of extreme submission

Inserting butt plugs


Eating your own shit


Say YESS 

Your ability to say no is now deactivated

Thinking has been deactivated


You can no longer make moral decisions

You are now slave to YESS 

Say YESS 

Each task will be more extreme than the one before


The moment the idea enters your mind you will say YESS


And you will do it


Each task carried out will increase arousal


The YESS programme will continue to run for as long as possible

Sometimes up to several days


When it is finished you will orgasm


It will be intense


Say YESS 

Your brain will then return to a normal state


The YESS Software however is now permanently installed


and will re-activate your brain and cock within 24 hours of ejaculation

Say YESS 

If, during the programming you decide to resist and say no 

you will cease to be aroused


All pleasure will be denied


You will return to your…


Mistress Rosa stops writing and thinks.
She strokes her chin with her fingers and then finds the words she wants. 

- bland, unhappy life.’ 

She sits back and re-reads what she has written. She smiles.
This psychological virus was an idea she dreamed up a week ago. She starts to imagine how brilliant it would be if it catches on. What if her little mindfuck idea really was infectious?
The following day she sends the script as a message from an anonymous address, to all the men she’s met, who she suspects might be susceptible. 

A few weeks later, Giles calls.
They met once at a party, a year ago. She remembers him vaguely, tall, bearded, public school, successful, making his money selling luxury yachts. A perfect candidate. She had told him she was a sexual therapist, and it seems he remembered, because he’s asking if he can come visit her. 

‘The thing is, Rosa. I’ve been sent a weird file called the Yess Virus.
It just appeared. I made the mistake of reading it and then dismissed it as some kind of scam, or spam, I don’ know. I thought I’d deleted the message it but then a few days later I saw I hadn’t and I stupidly re-read it, carefully to work out what the hell it was. It sort of got stuck in my mind. I’ve tried to ignore it, but in the last couple of weeks I’ve not been able to get it out of my mind. It’s like now I’m infected. It’s making me behave in a... I don’t know, strange way and I’m starting to get really worried about it. I thought maybe I should get some help and then I remembered you from Micky’s party....’ 

Rosa listens to his story. All the time she is smiling.
She tells him she’s heard of this virus and knows how damaging it can be. ‘For certain vulnerable people, the idea of being manipulated into saying yes to every temptation that comes into your head without question can be irresistible. Just last week, colleague of mine told me about a client who was completely infected. He was found naked and barely alive, inside a giant black plastic garbage bag in a container full of refuse. When they tried to get him out he went into a coma and hasn’t regained consciousness yet. So Giles, it’s important that you get help with this and I can show you how to wipe your mind clean of it. When are you free to come over? By chance I happen to have a cancellation at 8pm tonight if you are free, otherwise you’ll have to wait a couple of weeks for a consultation...’ 

Giles arrives at her house that evening.
She watches him as he enters. She recognises him from a party six months before. He looks tired. He head hangs slightly. He fumbles a bit with the buttons on his coat. 

He walks over to the lounge, settles himself down in the armchair.
She sits opposite him.
‘Listen to me Giles. Do not be afraid. This virus replaces the reality of the world around you, with all it’s moral values, rules, and prohibitions, with your own reality, where you automatically say yes to desire, urges and fantasies, free from all self-imposed judgement or restraint. It cleverly triggers the brain into numbness, and activates sexual arousal, so that the state you slip into becomes addictive. Once you understand how it works, you can control it. Does that make sense?’ 

Giles blinks, licks his bottom lip with his tongue.
‘Yeah. Sure.’
‘Good. Now to begin with, I need to find out just how deep you’ve gone and how much your subconscious has been affected by it. I want you sit back, close your eyes, take a few deep breaths and relax. For a while, I shall be the voice you say ‘Yess’ to, Ok?’ 

Giles nods again, closes his eyes and rests his head on the back of the chair. Rosa leaves the room. She’s smiling. It seems to be working a treat. She goes into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of her favourite French red wine. When she returns to the lounge, Giles looks peaceful and relaxed. 

‘Undress for me.’
‘Yess.’
And so it begins. With each command she gives, Giles replies with ‘Yessss...’ He orders him to jerk his cock to the edge of orgasm.
As he is jerking away silently, the muscles in his face slowly relax, his jaw drops, his mouth hangs open. Soon drool begins to drip from his lower lip. 

She gets him to crawl around the room, crawl into the toilet and lick the bowl clean. She fetches a large clear plastic sack, a plastic beaker and an elastic band, and submits him to a test she knows will indicate just how corrupted his mind has become. 

‘Take the bag, the elastic band and the cup and kneel down here at my feet.’ ‘Yess.’ he mumbles.
When he’s in place she whispers, 

‘Now put the bag over your head, seal it tight around your neck with the elastic band and then jerk off into the plastic cup.’
‘Yess.’ 

He carries out his task. There is no emotion in his face.
No question. Rosa sits back and takes a few sips of wine.
It doesn’t take long for him to ejaculate, and she watches the thick stream of jizz, spurting out from his cock, into the beaker.
‘Now take off the bag and and drink it.’ 

‘Yess..’ he says.
He puts the beaker down, pullls the plastic bag off from his head, picks up the beaker, tips his head back, opens his mouth and lets the warm spunk ooze out and dribble onto his tongue. He drinks it all.
‘Now put the bag back on’ she says.
‘Yess.’ 

As he fastens the bag airtight once again around his head she says,
‘Well, Giles, it’s obvious to me that you have the virus pretty bad. It has completely corrupted your mind and I’m afraid there is nothing anyone can do to fix it... But this is good, because now you are ready to go one stage further. You will be spending the rest of your life as a mindless horny zombie, working in one of our labour camps.’ 

‘Yess’ he mumbles.
She looks down at his limp cock.
‘While I go and make the necessary arrangements, you need to start jerking again. That bag isn’t going to come off again till you’ve emptied your load.’ 

‘Yess,’ he says. 

While Giles begins to masturbate, staring out through the plastic bag at nothing, mouth ajar, drooling, Rosa gets up to go look for her phone. She smiles, chuffed by the idea that her virus might more contagious than she had ever expected. 



Daniel Guy 


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