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Birthday Surprise
For my birthday, I wanted a very simple gift. The same gift most women want when they have busy, demanding lives. I told him I didn't want to have to think for one whole day. He was more than happy to accommodate me. Now my hubby knows my proclivities but I said this in the middle of the day with a mustard stained sweatshirt on and frazzled frizzing hair.
Later that evening I heard him making dinner reservations and trying to plan the day out. My heart melted at how thoughtful he was. But I was convinced he didn't understand the full scope of what i meant. The next morning he left to take a shower which I found to be my chance to get dressed for the day and surprise him.
I put on my favorite metallic dress that hugs my curves just right. The kind that shines an almost rainbow hue in certain lighting. I washed and curled my red hair and laid down in bed. My thoughts started racing about not having to be worried about anything for the day. I finally wrote him a little note and left it next to me as I sat in bed.
He walked back into our room only to find me sat their eyes glossed over staring out the window, nipples hard, softly breathing, docile and vacant. "You look lovely. Is it my birthday or yours?" he asked. I made sure not to reply which started to bother him. He asked if I was okay and I still did not reply. My eyes did shut at times as the rush of being a toy coursed through my body.
Eventually, I gave in and handed him the note which read "treat me like a sex robot for the day" which I could see visibly and immediately make him engaged in my little game. "No thoughts, no emotions, no decisions, only thing left is arousal".
He started to think out loud and ask me questions but promptly realized I wasn't speaking unless given a direct order. He grabbed my head and turned it towards him and my eyes glared back at them. They were desperate eyes. Hungry eyes. Blissful even.
He ordered me to make breakfast and it was the first time I spoke all day. My speech was flat and effecient. I addressed him as Sir and nothing else. Over time though he grew suspicious.
I bent my knees in bed one at antime before putting them on the floor one at a time. I walked to the kitchen like I was giving each motion thought. Like it had to be calculated otherwise I'd fall. It wasn't the stiff angled goofy nerdy movements he had grown accustomed to when we would roleplay. No, this was more believable.
At different times throughout the day I would just stop in place for a minute before walking forward. He ordered my dinner for me at the bar because he knew I refused to make decisions. Some people stared but not for long as I'd give the pre packaged grin at the request, "smile honey".
Eventually in the car he asked me to flash him and I did. But this is something he knew I'd protest or give a "red light" to under normal circumstances. He finally asked me to tell him what was going on once we got home. And do it told him the truth.
"You remember how I got breast implants last month? Well they had a tracker app so I could see when they needed to be replaced. What i didn't know is they connected to my central nervous system and changed how I think and feel." His face turned to a look of concern until I pulled him closer. "Its okay. I read the fine print, it's only meant to be a wellness feature. It- it can tell when I need a break and shut off my emotions, increase my libido, make me logical when I feel irrational. Just let it happen. Enjoy it. Besides I known you have a kink for it... hehe".
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Hypno Household
Sometimes I imagine a group—harem is such a loaded term—of utterly brainwashed women sharing responsibilities for household upkeep. Each day it would fall on one person—hypnoslave is such a loaded term—to perform all the necessary chores: laundry, dishes, dusting. You are free to imagine your own attire but my twist is that with each task that is carried out, that day's maid becomes aroused—more, and more deeply. However, release only comes though completion of all duties, culminating with the final task: dusting Master's framed picture that towers over the mantle. Not a go-to fantasy but something I seem to entertain now and again...
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the more minions the system recruits, the more controllers need to be trained
for that purpose minions need to serve as role models and training subjects
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Leohex Metallic Swimsuit & Leggings Collection 🤍🖤
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Slowly Freezing
She's hypnotized to feel herself slowly freezing in place when I say the trigger SLOW FREEZE.
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