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Road Trip!

18+ / Content Warning: Hypnosis, non consensual mind control, irresponsible/unsafe driving (please don't try this).

"You're turn to drive!"

Annie dangled the keys back and forth in front of Jill's slightly vacant eyes before tossing them to her.

Her brow furrowed in frustration as the keys bounced off her chest and to the ground, startling her back into the moment, knowing she really had no choice. She bent over to pick them up as she watched Annie slide into the passenger seat gracefully and sighed. A sigh of both resignation and of yearning, which she seemed to feel anytime Annie was near.

"Look, Annie..." She spoke as she pulled the driver's door closed and fumbled the key into the ignition. "I'll drive for a bit, but if I get dozy, I'm pulling over. I'm too narcoleptic to do long drives and you know it."

Annie smiled. "Dear, I think I have just the thing to help you." Before Jill could argue..

snap

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Jill put the car in gear and pulled out onto the remote highway. Tall trees lined the road on both sides and no cars could be seen in either direction. Annie's cousin's cabin was way further off the beaten path than Jill realized.

"You feeling okay?" Annie asked coyly as Jill got the car up to speed. "Not feeling dozy yet, are you?"

Jill tried to shoot her friend an icy glare, but Annie's soft face and sweet smile melted away her indignant feelings instantly.

"Just focus on the road, dear." Annie's emphasis on the word focus caused Jill to tighten her grip on the steering wheel, and as she did, she noticed a warmth in her hands.

"I didn't know your steering wheel was heated." Jill remarked, glancing at the panel for the control to turn it off. It was 28 degrees, certainly the steering wheel heater wasn't needed.

"It's not.". Annie responded flatly, without looking up from her book.

A puzzled look swept over Jill's face as she pondered the warmth. She reached instead for the volume and turned on the radio. At least so tunes would help her to focus.

That word again. Her hands clinched once more on the wheel, and this time she felt a tingle in her fingertips as the warmth spread into her forearms. Suspicion roused and she glanced at Annie, who was still deep in her book, seemingly unaware of what Jill was experiencing.

Her palms were starting to get sweaty, and she pulled one hand off the wheel to try and dry it on her skirt. But as she released the wheel, the tingling and warmth abruptly stopped in both hands. A sudden feeling of uncertainty swept through her as her hand moved away from the steering wheel.

The feeling caught her off guard. Anxiety crept into her mind. Something was missing, something she needed. Her hand grabbed the wheel again. The warmth returned. The tingling started again. And the anxiety instantly dissipated.

She let out a long, deep sigh of relief as she felt right again. Annie briefly glanced up, smiled, then returned to her book.

Jill's hands were sweating but she barely noticed now. Her forearms were tingling and the warmth was pulsing up her arms and approaching her shoulders. She recognized the feeling, it was similar to how she felt when Annie called her a—

"Good girl," Annie exclaimed, "you're doing so well, Jill! Just keep both hands on the wheel and focus, and you'll have no problems staying awake!"

Jill shuddered and clenched as the familiar and wonderful wave of warmth, happiness, and pleasure of her praise trigger rolled through her body. Her hands remained locked on the wheel, her eyes focused on the road, but her body was shaking, hips buckling as the aftershocks of the praise cascaded across her body.

As it began to fade, Jill realized what was going on. Well, she at least realized at least that Annie must be behind it. A quick glance over revealed Annie was deep in her book again, now with an casually amused expression as she read.

It wouldn't do any good to argue now. Annie had a plan, and it would need to be seen through. That thought send another pulse of warm pleasure through her. Of course she'd see it through — she always did — because it always felt so fucking good to make Annie's plans come to life. Annie loved teasing her, and as much as Jill denied it, she also loved being teased. More than just about anything.

But what was her plan? Jill focused on the road, feeling a mixture of anticipation and slight worry. Her breath was getting heavy, her body was glowing hot despite her lightweight clothes, and she felt very flush. Those two words from Annie had catapulted the warm tingling from the steering wheel from this-feels-good to holy-fucking-shit territory in seconds. This could get intense, and she needed to keep the car on the road.

She could also feel the pressure growing between her legs. A growing need and an emptiness that Annie's teasing always created. Something was missing that only Annie could provide. But Annie was reading, and she was driving, so she needed to focus.

Focus.

Jill gripped the wheel harder. The tingling in her hands intensified, then rolled along her arms, through her shoulders, and into her breasts. It lingered there, but it didn't stop. Her hips bucked as the tingling arrived between her legs and Jill parted her thighs. She gasped as she gripped tightly, staring down the empty highway.

She couldn't take it anymore. Her left hand instinctively dropped from the wheel and she moved it towards her breast, intending give the tingling force inside her a little help. But as her hand left the wheel, the tingling stopped abruptly.

"Mmmmm..." she whined as the pleasure disappeared, and was replaced with that same uncertainty again. Her hand brushed her nipples through her tank top, but she felt nothing. Anxiety mounted as she wondered what was happening.

Frustrated, her hand went back to the wheel. As it made contact, it was like a circuit was completed, and instantly the warmth, the tingling, and the pulsing pleasure between her legs resumed. Her hips bucked and Jill moaned appreciatively.

"Better keep both hands on the wheel, dear." Annie quipped without looking up. "Wouldn't want to lose focus on the road."

Jill moaned as she gripped and fell pulse after pulse vibrate between her legs. A climax was building, the precursor to intense sensations spreading through her.

"Oh god, Annie, please..." Jill moaned.

Annie looked over. "Jill, focus on the road, and you'll be fine. I don't think you'll fall asleep this time. Don't worry, dear."

Jill whimpered. She tried letting go of the wheel, and the awful, uncertain feeling came back. She started to slow the car down, and there was the same, horrible feeling. She sped back up.

"Just keep you hands on the wheel..." Jill whispered between heavy breaths. "Focus". She felt an edge approaching. How could she keep the car on the road if she was cumming her mind out?

But the edge never came. No matter how hard she gripped, no matter how much she squirmed. The car plodded on, the tingles rippled across her skin, and her sex pulsed with pleasureful vibrations. But orgasm hung just out of reach.

Her top was soaked with sweat. She could feel the her thighs sliding around the leather seat in her own mess. Her white skirt was probably translucent by now. At least they were in the middle of nowhere and the cabin would be deserted.

She whimpered at the thought. Maybe Annie would take pity on her when they arrive and—

"Two hours." Annie spoke, as though reading her mind. "Think you can hold on till we get there, Jill?" Annie reached over, and ran her finger long Jill's thigh, teasing.

"Mmmm-hmmm". Jill stammered between her pathetic whimpers. Yes, Miss."

"That's my girl. So good for me. Now focus on the road, dear."

Jill flexed and gripped hard as the pleasure peaked again. She stared down the road into the setting sun.

Two hours. Fuck.

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Your eyes flutter as they struggle to stay open. You follow my fingers as they move up... and down...

Helplessly staring, while the last fragments of your thoughts fight to keep your eyes awake. Your mind grows emptier... and emptier... until I simply bring my fingers together...

Snap

And you drop into a dreamless sleep, open, receptive, and ready to obey my commands.

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Question, do you know if Chloe is gone again?

Damn it, it looks like she has been zapped again…!

Damn it, tumblr...!

(And I am suddenly amused that I'm someone people reach out to to check on our dear Chloe... I guess I do wear my heart on my sleeve a little openly, eh?)

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Teacher’s Pet

Class had just ended, and you were on your way to Miss Emma’s office. You’d always liked her subject, but lately you’d been having trouble focusing. When you told me about it, I offered to help with some “extra credit.”

So here you were, standing in front of my door, before slowly stepping inside.

I greeted you warmly and gestured toward the chair in front of my desk. My office was small and cozy. Posters with psychology jokes hung on the walls, plaques and awards from past classes sat alongside framed diplomas. An old bookshelf leaned under the weight of thick, worn volumes. The air smelled of coffee and old paper.

The chair you sank into was soft, familiar. Somewhere, a metronome ticked gently, each beat steady and calm.

I rose from my seat and poured a cup of warm chamomile tea. “Too late for coffee,” I said with a smile as I handed it to you.

When I sat back down, I reassured you: it was okay not to excel in every class. Asking for help was smart, brave, even. I spoke softly about how night classes could be draining after a full day of work, and how that exhaustion could affect your grades.

My voice seemed to ease the tension from your shoulders. I wasn’t lecturing or shaming you. I was understanding, more than you’d expected. You sipped the tea, feeling warmth spread through you, the chair cradling your weight. Then I explained my idea. “I needed an assistant, someone to help grade papers, fetch coffee, gather supplies during class. Someone to accompany me to every session. And I thought you’d be perfect.”

“Why?” I leaned in slightly. “Because you’re a great listener. You always pay such close attention. I know… you think you’re not doing well in class. But that’s only because you listen so closely to my voice… to my words… that your mind starts slipping away. Just like now.”

I watched your eyes glaze, your lips part slightly. “You can just nod for me… yes… just like that.”

“See? You follow instructions so easily, without even thinking. That’s why you’re perfect for this position. Just keep relaxing… let my words drift deeper… replacing your thoughts… one by one.”

“You’re not just a good listener. You’re a natural follower. You didn’t question when I offered extra credit. You didn’t question when I asked you to meet me after hours. You just followed. And that’s exactly the quality I need.”

I smiled faintly. “Right now, there’s only one thought left in your head, that you are a good teacher’s pet. And you want that, don’t you? Because a good teacher’s pet is a good student. And a good student always pleases their teacher. And what better way to please your teacher… than to obey?”

By the empty look on your face, and the slow trail of drool at the corner of your mouth, I knew you agreed.

“So listen closely,” I murmured, “and follow every request… no matter the nature. That’s how you’ll please me.”

I spoke for a while longer. You blinked heavily, slowly coming back to awareness, finding me smiling at you.

You couldn’t quite remember everything I’d said… but one thought remained, bright and certain: I just need to be a good teacher’s pet, and everything will work out.

You thanked me for the opportunity, promising to do your best.

Even if you weren’t sure exactly what that meant… you knew that if you just listened and followed, everything would be fine.

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University Hypnosis Study

You weren’t broke. You weren’t desperate. But there was a concert you really wanted to go to, and the tickets weren’t cheap. That’s why, as you walked past the campus notice board, your eyes snagged on a flyer.

“Volunteers needed for a psychology study: The Effects of Brainwashing on Self-Erasure and Subjugation of Will.”

Your pulse spiked. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you scanned the hallway, praying no one saw you staring.

You’d always had a hypnokink. Fantasies. Files. Secret bookmarks. But seeing it in real life? A university study? The thought made your thighs press together before you could stop yourself.

. . .

You shook your head. This had to be legitimate research, academic and clinical. Not the kind of thing you got off to late at night. Still, your eyes dropped lower on the page.

Compensation: $500 per session, up to $5,000 for completing all ten.

Your heart thudded. It felt like fate. Just one session, you told yourself. Quick money. Nothing more. If it got weird, you could always quit before you embarrassed yourself.

That night, you sent an email to the address on the flyer. The response came almost instantly, maybe automated, sending you a link to documents and a sign-up form.

The documents were… dry. Clinical jargon. Altered conscious states… blah blah blah… relaxation of mind… blah blah blah… shifting focus… You skimmed a few pages before your eyes glazed over. Honestly, you’d read more exciting disclaimers at the start of a hypnosis file. But you shrugged, filled in your info, and submitted.

You were in.

The day of the experiment, you found yourself seated in a quiet corridor of the psychology building. A few other students sat waiting with you, all at different stages of nervousness.

The girl next to you looked like she might throw up from anxiety. The guy across the hall leaned back, smirking, clearly there for the easy cash, loudly reassuring her that “hypnosis isn’t even real.”

But the first volunteer in line… their face made your stomach twist. Blissful. Vacant. Eyes glassy and unfocused, lips curled in a dreamy little smile. It was a look you recognized immediately. A look you’d fantasized about.

God. They looked hypnotized.

Your body flushed hot at the sight, arousal tangled with dread. Maybe this wasn’t their first time. Maybe the researcher was actually that good. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying not to squirm. And then the door opened.

I stepped out, you almost missed their words over the sound of your own heartbeat. They introduced themself, outlined the study (everything you’d skimmed in the email), then asked if you all still wished to proceed.

Your eyes flicked back to the first volunteer in line. Their vacant smile. Their mindless little nod. The way they looked like they’d give up anything just to stay like that.

A pang of longing hit you so hard it made your throat dry.

And then, your name was called. You blinked, realizing you hadn’t answered yet. “Y-yes,” you stammered, voice tight, earning nothing but a kind, knowing smile in return.

The first participant went in. Almost an hour passed before they emerged again, still wearing that same bliss-drunk expression, only deeper now. More gone.

Then the smug boy was called. When he finally stumbled back out, his shirt was damp with drool, his eyes glazed over, his cocky grin replaced with something hollow. The nervous girl reached for him, asking if he was okay.

He just blinked at her, vacant, murmuring, “Everything will be fine,” before wandering away.

Your stomach flipped. One by one, the others went in and came back out changed. Softer. Empty. Gone. And you were the last one left. Your name was called in.

Legs unsteady, you stepped into the room. It looked more like a therapist’s office than a lab, couch, soft lamp, muted walls. You sat down, trying to look calm. I smiled warmly, reassuring you. 

“It’s normal to be nervous. Tell me, have you ever experienced hypnosis before?”

Your mouth opened. For a second you considered lying. Then you sighed and admitted, “Yes.”

“Good,” I said gently. “That will help.”

They guided you through simple breathing exercises. In, out. In, out. The rhythm soothed your body before you could stop it.

And then, your eyes caught the faint gleam of gold. A pocket watch, swinging slowly in front of you. Light glinted off the metal as it ticked, softly, insistently.

You tried to keep track of the arc, but your gaze blurred. The watch seemed to swing straight through your thoughts, scattering them like leaves. Words poured into your ears, warm and effortless, and you found yourself nodding, whispering little yeses, even though you had no idea what you were agreeing to.

Until finally, your eyelids sank shut, and you fell.

A snap jolted you. Your eyes fluttered open, though your mind was still far away. You blinked sluggishly, dazed, as the researcher smiled.

“Just a few questions before you go,” I said kindly.

The questions were simple. What’s your favorite color? The name of your first dog? How do you like your coffee?

But you didn’t know. Couldn’t recall. You should’ve had answers, but your mind was blank. And it didn’t bother you. Because they gave you the answers instead, their voice calm and certain, and as they spoke you nodded along. Agreeing. Believing.

Because if they said it, it was true.

When you finally left the psychology building, you drifted through the rest of your day in a haze, bliss fogging the edges of everything.

That night, your phone buzzed with a notification: $500 deposited into your account.

And an email.

Would you like to continue in the study?

As you read the words, that fog slipped back in, flooding you, tugging your thoughts under. Your reply was written before you realized.

“Yes, Miss.”

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Remember when we first started playing with chastity? I warned you then that this would happen if you let me lock you up. But that didn’t deter you, did it? You didn’t believe me and it just made you hornier. I still recall your face when that cage slid on for the first time. A confused mix of bliss and fear that gave me chills.

I warned you again when you completed your first week in chastity. But that wasn’t really a warning, was it? A warning is something that you can act on. Whether you knew it or not at the time, you were too far gone to be able to turn back. That was more of a prediction.

And now, so many months later, you’ve finally graduated and joined the ranks of my Lost Boys. No more releases to look forward to, your cage will stay on forever. You’ll never touch your own cock again or have another “normal” orgasm. You have been removed from the world of sex and are now fated to an eternity in sexless limbo, never more having carnal knowledge.

But those tears aren’t tears of sadness, are they love? They’re tears of joy and gratitude for what I have given you and what I have taken away. You may thank me now.

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Janie's Gotta Cum

Janie sighed. Exasperated, she looked down at herself, the sweat glistened on her skin and reflected softly in the dim light. Her chest moved up and down with shallow, quick breaths, betraying her arousal, but also her exhaustion.

"I can do this." She steeled herself as her tired, cramped fingers slid back between her legs. Once again the pleasure rippled through her as a frustrated and desperate whine escaped her lips.

She wasn't sure how long it had been since she had last climaxed, bit it had been so long — it felt like months. Every day she had become more and more desperate while her attempts to get off seemed more and more futile. Even the self help audio course she found online that promised to "connect to her body both sensually and sexually" didn't seem to helping. At least it was relaxing.

To make matters worse, her mind was slowly going out of control. Every benign interaction became a porographic scene in her mind. Getting pushed over parked cars on the street by strangers while she walked to work. Kneeling under her colleagues desks while they attended meetings. Her volleyball team tying her to the change room bench and taking turns fucking her. It had to stop before she did something reckless.

But even after what felt like hours, she still felt like she was stuck halfway there. No matter what she tried — her fingers, her wand, that comically huge dildo her roommates bought her as a joke in college — she just couldn't get all the way to that elusive orgasm.

But tonight she was determined. An ultimatum: she wasn't stopping until she cummed her brains out, or passed out. She had to cum. Her desperation was affecting every aspect of her life. Masturbating at work, in her car, at the library, at church, literally everywhere. She couldn't control it anymore.

Yet here she was — hours into a sweaty, sloppy masturbation session — and still nothing. Her body ached despite the pleasure she was giving herself. Why, oh why couldn't she cum like those sluts she loved watching on the Internet? Those beautiful, seductive girls, who seemed to just cum so easily as though on command. They'd drag it out for a better show, but she could see the control they had. They'd roll their eyes back, stick their tongue out and start cumming like it was a switch—

Janie had an idea. She pulled herself up and stumbled tiredly over to her dressing mirror. She gasped. The sight was impressive. She was hot. Her slick, shiny body, flushed face and chest, puffy breasts, and her red, swollen sex. It screamed out pornstar. Her heart was racing. Anticipation burned in her mind and butterflies scrambled her stomach.

She fell to her knees. Something stirred inside her. Something carnal. Something she had never felt before. An urge. A need. The room around her faded, and the only thing remained was her image in the mirror staring back at her with a needy, pathetic expression. An expression that seemed vaguely familiar, though she couldn't place it.

The sight of herself like this — a wanton slut who had been masturbating for hours a day for weeks on end, whose hands were again between her legs furiously working away — caused the irresistible feeling to grow stronger.

She felt her eyes rolling back in her head, and as they did, she felt a jolt of electric arousal course through her entire body. She could see two of her images in the mirror now, as her eyes crossed. Another jolt as her core spasmed and her mind surged with warmth, happiness, and pure arousal.

As she stared at the sight in front of her, she recognized her expression. Her jaw slackened and her tongue slid out, mimicking the online girls she envied. Another jolt, this time her thighs convulsed and she collapsed partially, back onto her heels, her knees still spread as she rubbed furiously.

She looked at her reflection, eyes rolled back, tongue out, and felt another jolt. A drop of drool hit her breast. Jolt. Electricity ran through her over and over, and the room began to fade to white. The pornographic scene in the mirror began to fade as her body shook with the pleasure of an approaching climax.

Janie woke some time later, crumpled on the floor against her mirror. All she could smell was sex. One hand was still between her legs, and she cringed as she felt the dried fluid on her fingers as she realized she had in fact cum and passed out.

In her other hand was her phone, and growing wave of confusion rolled through her as she held it up, not sure when she had gone to get it.

She looked at the blinking notification LED. Unlocking the screen, she swiped down. All the notifications were from her social app.

152 new followers.

36 unread DMs.

Livestream ended.

Panic and confusing collided and coellesced into something different. She recognized the feeling. Her heart raced as she tried to parse its meaning.

Then she felt a tingle between her legs, and a reassuring warmth in her core. A faint, oddly recognisable voice in the back of her head was saying something, but she she couldn't quite make it out. It didn't matter. She opened her camera in her social app, pressed the stream button as she stood. She headed to the shower, smiling and winking into the selfie lens as the reactions begin to pour in.

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Yeah, I use the Oxford comma when I sext. I’m slutty, breedable, and I care deeply about grammar. 😤

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I was thrift shopping the other day, and I am a huge fan of analog technology, so imagine my surprise when I found this box of casset tapes, looked like part of the personal collection, they were all titled "Awesome Sounds For The Mind", and they were numbered from 1 to 10.

I bought them, brought them home, and started listening. I started listening to it, and it was more white noise, but pleasant anyway. I found myself getting more and more relaxed the more I listened to it, and them I started to feel sleepy, and fuzzy, and dizzy, I had to lay down for a moment, but I was enjoying to much to take off the headphones.

I woke up a few time later, I guess I switched the tapes during my sleep, because on the tape player it was the tape 10, but that wasn't the weirdest part, I was naked, wet, and very horny. Such pity I slept through most of the tapes, I think I should give it another listen soon.

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Bachelorette Brainwashing

Britney thought it was odd that her best friend Amber decided to have a “hypnosis-themed”  wedding, but Britney knew Amber and her fiancé, Alan, were into that sort of thing. Britney was admittedly curious about the kink stuff that the happy couple was always so open about, so she accepted the invitation to “get tranced” and have her mind and body “erotically played with” by hot hypnotists at Amber’s bachelorette party. Britney was, however, very surprised when the hypnotists turned out to be the bride and groom. Everyone that showed up for the party was clearly down for the couple’s plans for the night though, and Britney’s surprise turned to excitement. The event started out casual enough; everyone mingled and played typical party games with some apparently “hypnotic” audios on in the background. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. An hour later, everyone was given custom headphones that must’ve cost Amber and Alan a fortune; they were really going all out for this thing. The audios that the couple recorded together began playing from the headphones and said Britney’s name specifically as they mentioned how blank and warm and wet she was getting. It seemed laughable at first, but she had to admit that the suggestions seemed more and more plausible as she watched the behaviors of the women around her change—some friends and acquaintances seemed to be getting physically closer to each other whether that was while playing Mario kart or chatting it up around the snacks. Britney swore she saw eyes becoming more vacant, but it all seemed surreal. She tried not to think about casually brushing her fingers across her nipples or resting some of her weight on the corner of the table between her legs. Everything seemed chill and fun despite the possible… okay, noticeable increase in arousal throughout the rooms. Britney lost track of how much time had passed, but the custom headphones were eventually traded out for custom VR headsets. Again, it probably cost a fortune, Britney thought. But hey, this was the couple’s night, and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.

The headsets were playing some sort of “hypnotic spiral” that she admittedly did feel compelled to stare at. It wasn’t long before she noticed her panties were wet–more than wet, if she was being honest. Maybe the idea of being mind-controlled or whatever was actually kinda hot. When the words “Rub Your Clit” flashed before her eyes, Britney barely thought about why she was obeying the command. One hand pulled up her dress, and the other reached into her panties and began rubbing her new “off-switch,” as the VR headset explained. Britney really wasn’t sure why obeying felt so good, but she wasn’t complaining; it just surprised her that “weak,” “wet,” and “willing” described her so accurately right now. Thinking about how suggestible and horny she was only made her more suggestible and horny. “Fuck, this is hot” Britney proclaimed aloud as she realized how much she was enjoying the programming. The VR headset seemed to recognize Britney’s statement, and audio, in the voices of the couple hosting the event, responded accordingly. “Yes, Britney. ‘Fuck’ is exactly what you need to do right now.” God was that true, Britney thought. Without any conscious effort, she stopped rubbing her clit and began walking forward. She felt her off-button throbbing as she stared at the spiral and continued walking to her unknown destination. Suddenly, her legs stopped.

“Hello, Britney,” said Amber, the woman of the night. “How are you enjoying the party?”

“Umm I’m enjoying this wayyyy more than I thought I would! Thank you so much for inviting me, Amber. Could you help me out though? I feel the need to tell you that I’m really fucking horny and… I want more.”

“I’m glad you’re having such a great time! It seems like the other girls are too. Since you want more, what will you offer in return?”

The VR headset flashed words before Britney’s eyes and simultaneously echoed them in her ears. “Tits.”

“My tits,” Britney repeated.

“Ass.”

“My ass,” She continued instinctively.

“Pussy.”

“My Pussy.”

“Mouth.”

“My mouth.”

 “Mind.”

“My mind,” Britney finished. She’d absorbed the answers effortlessly.

“Is that so,” Amber said with a sly smile. “Present your tits for me, please.”

Britney’s hands slowly moved to slip her the straps of her dress off her shoulders and tug her dress down. Revealing her tits, she cupped them with her hands and pressed them together.

“Good girl, Britney,” Amber praised.

Britney’s pussy pulsed in excitement at the reward.

“Now your ass.”

Britney turned around, stuck her ass out, and pulled her dress up to put herself on display. Amber stepped forward and gave Britney’s butt a firm squeeze with both her hands.

“That’s what I like to see. Pussy now.”

Amber reached back and pulled her slick panties down, exposing her pussy to Amber’s gaze.

“Mhm. Just as expected. Mouth.”

Britney let her panties fall to the ground as she stood up. Calmly, she turned to face her friend and opened her mouth. Amber slid two fingers over Britney’s tongue, and the obedient woman instantly began salivating.

“Very good, sweetie. Finally, your mind.”

“My mind?” Britney asked, confused. “My mind…” she droned on, processing the instruction. “My mind… is yours,” Britney stated as she felt herself drop deeper into the hazy headspace that had been overtaking her.

“Good girl. One final thing before I help you get to the next level of pleasure. Are you ready to let go completely for the rest of the night?”

“Yes, Amber,” Britney responded methodically.

“Good,” Amber replied in satisfaction. Seeing that her guest was ready, she reached her right hand down and pressed her middle and index fingers firmly against Britney’s sensitive clit.

“Auuhhh!” Britney moaned loudly. After she overcame the sudden wave of pleasure, her newly acquired programming took full control. “Your hypnoslut is ready for use, Mistress,” said Britney mindlessly as her headset continued deepening her brainwashing.

“Here’s your custom-cock, Britney. Go join the other hypnosluts fucking themselves with their dildos and melt your mind for me. You’ll be joining myself and Alan in the back room once we call you over. I think I’ll actually keep you as my own tonight and tell Alan to use a different hypnoslut while you and I take care of each other. How does that sound?”

“Perfect, Mistress. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, Britney. Now go prepare yourself for Mistress,” Amber commanded excitedly with a gentle slap of Britney’s pussy. Britney moaned involuntarily at her Mistress’s touch.

“Yes, Mistress,” Britney managed between heavy breaths. 

After acknowledging the command, the beautifully brainwashed hypnoslut turned and walked towards the gasps and moans growing in volume, swaying her hips from side to side as she traveled in order to tease and please the hypnotic woman she knew would be watching her. Finding her place among the hypnosluts thanks to her headset’s GPS, Britney slid down onto her dildo with a breath-snatched gasp. Resting for a moment, the hypnoslut smiled to herself. Her choice to experiment with hypnosis was the best she could’ve made. After having what would  be her last personal thought for a while, Britney began bouncing on the custom-cock Amber provided, and her mind turned solely to the fantasizes of fucking and serving her Mistress for the night (if not for longer).

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Crazy Ex

You’d finally done it. After weeks of steeling yourself, you broke things off with your crazy girlfriend, crazy ex now. She was the most manipulative, controlling person you’d ever met.

Your friends had tried to warn you. They told you she was strange, unsettling. But then they met her in person… and something changed. One by one, they warmed to her. Until, somehow, they seemed more like her friends than yours.

When you mentioned the breakup, they’d just give you the same strange, overly polished speech. Word for word: “You two were made for each other. You should apologize. Beg her to come back.” Every time. Like they were reading from the same script. Like they were part of the same… collective mind.

Then I texted you: I’m coming by to pick up something I left. If all goes well, this will be the last you see of me.

You almost believed it.

Ding dong. The doorbell echoed through your apartment.

When you opened the door, I was standing there, arms crossed, eyes sharp with irritation. “Don’t get any ideas,” I said, brushing past you into the apartment. “I’m just here to get my thing.”

You trailed after me as I paced the room, scanning shelves and surfaces. “What thing?” you asked, wanting this over as quickly as possible.

“Something small… something very special…” My voice slowed, softened. “…It is… here.”

I opened a drawer and pulled out a golden pocket watch.

You frowned. You’d never seen it before. You were sure of it. “That’s weird,” you murmured. “If it was here, I would have-”

“What do you mean? I used it all the time. How could you not remember? Here… look at it. Try to remember.”

I raised it to eye level. Your gaze locked onto it before you even realized.

It gleamed in the light, warm, rhythmic flashes as it swayed. Your eyes followed naturally when it began to swing side to side. Something about it felt familiar, almost too familiar, like you’d done this a thousand times before.

Your mind began to soften, thoughts slipping between the swings. The world outside the gentle arc of gold blurred. Then 

Snap.

Everything dropped away.

Your body went slack. Your mind… empty.

“I thought you’d come back on your own,” I murmured, my voice silk over steel. “But I see now that was foolish. You need training, to learn how to be a good partner… a good toy.” I paused, letting my words drip into the hollow spaces in your head. “But first… you need to be punished. For thinking you could ever leave me.”

“…Yes, Miss.”

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My hand glides slowly over your head, fingertips tracing calm circles, and you stare into the mirror… eyes soft, unfocused… breathing just a little slower.

“You are special,” I whisper, letting the words sink in.

“I’m special,” you echo, the sound of your own voice soft and dreamy.

I keep speaking, steady and warm, each phrase sinking deeper, telling you how great you are, how hard-working, how your feelings truly matter. That you are important. That you are worthy of love.

Each word flows into you, and each time, you repeat it back… letting the truth settle a little more deeply with every breath.

I know that sometimes it’s hard to see yourself in that light, toy… but here, with me, you can feel it. You can know it. You can carry it with you, even when the world feels heavy, because you are important, and you are loved.

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One of my favorite songs

can you feel my heart // bring me the horizon