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Stella Didn't Wake Up Enough

Stella had to smile when she saw Blake wander naked into the kitchen, the early morning light illuminating his impressive physique and jutting erection. "Looks like someone woke up ready for another round," she murmured, looking over to the coffee maker in the hopes that it would give her a distraction from the cock that kept drawing her eye back to it again and again despite her muzzy brain's best efforts. She wasn't sure how much sleep she'd actually gotten last night, even though she spent a lot of it with her eyes closed, and her resistance was at something of an all-time low without any caffeine to help compensate for her exhaustion.

Blake's smooth, sultry voice didn't help any. "I think you did, sweetie," he purred, his fingers easily brushing the silk robe off of Stella's shoulders. It whispered to the floor, leaving her pale body naked in the wan sunlight, and she let out a tiny hiss of arousal as her nipples tightened in the cool morning air. She tried to tell herself this shouldn't be getting to her this badly, not with Blake little more than a stranger to her, but the way he seduced her last night kept floating back into her weary and feeble mind and making her feel intensely vulnerable and turned on all at the same time. He had a way of making her feel weak and small and needy, almost hypnotic in its power, and Stella couldn't lie--it was getting to her all over again.

He turned her around to face him, his hands roaming over her body with a confidence that made all of Stella's strength melt into simpering submission, and she began to wonder if 'hypnotic' wasn't more than a metaphor as he fixed her with a smoldering gaze and growled out, "You can remember it, can't you, honey? That pulse between your legs that made you want to do every little thing I asked you to do?" The power of suggestion was making her squirm and whimper even though he was touching her everywhere but between her legs, and Stella couldn't help thinking that there was something to the hold he had on her mind. Her eyelids began to droop and flutter as she met his challenging stare and found her thoughts slowing and simplifying down to nothing sheer, urgent lust.

By the time he touched her pussy, Stella was down on her knees with her lips wrapped around his stiff prick, and it was his shin that went between her thighs and not his hands. A tiny part of Stella couldn't believe how readily she gave in to the desire to grind herself off on his leg like a horny puppy, dignity entirely forgotten in her haste to cum, but that part of her felt increasingly distant and irrelevant compared to the pulse of lust pounding away in her clit and she soon let it fade into silence as her eyes slipped shut. Then she was right back in the web of desire that enclosed her the night before, thinking only of satisfying her urges and finding that she was helpless to do so without Blake's guidance.

He took her on all fours right there on the kitchen floor, taking his cock out of her slurping mouth with an audible popping sound before bending her over and fucking her doggy-style. The beep of the coffee maker momentarily stirred her back to something approaching consciousness, but Stella only had time to realize how deep into trance she'd actually gone and how genuinely dulled her faculties had become before another thrust and the commanding words, "Stop thinking and cum," emptied out her mind all over again.

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Dominating With a Submissive Act

Charlotte chuckled, a warm and condescending sound that went straight down Naomi's spine and directly into her clit before her sluggish brain could even begin to object. "See, honey?" she growled, bouncing up and down in Naomi's lap with her thigh pressing into Naomi's cunt and the slick wetness of her own pussy grinding hard against Naomi's leg. "It's not always submissive to be the one humping another girl. I'm humping you right now, and which one of us is the needy little bitch, hmm? Which one of us needs to cum so bad right now, huh?" She uttered the words with a cheerfully patronizing smile on her face, and Naomi wished it wasn't quite so obvious already what the answer actually was.

Because god, was she horny right now. Naomi couldn't even remember exactly how she'd gotten into this position, literally or figuratively--the last twenty minutes was kind of a blur, composed of little fragments of increasingly incoherent conversation and gradually building sexual tension until her sopping cunt led her straight into Charlotte's mesmerizing influence and she wound up naked in a chair with one leg up in the air and Charlotte's soft, warm body riding her pussy. The dominant woman had expertly steered the discussion in ever more lewd and explicit directions, until a blushing and stammering Naomi had been manipulated into giving her views on sex and submission and then forced to re-examine them as Charlotte's talented fingers explored her body. It was downright unfair how easily she'd been gulled into such a desperate state of arousal.

And it wasn't like Charlotte was letting up now that she had them both naked, either. "Come on, sweetie, you know that wasn't a rhetorical question," she cooed, and Naomi's cunt clenched uselessly as it took her several seconds longer than it should have to remember what 'rhetorical' actually meant. "I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me which one of us needs to cum, and which one of us can keep going like this for hours until the other one is a dripping, whimpering mess. Because we both know you know. We both know you can't fight it, either. So just look me in the eye and tell me." Her words were accompanied by carefully-timed pressure, applied so directly over Naomi's clit that she just knew she was leaving a smear of musk on Charlotte's thigh. This wasn't about sex, it was about control.

Naomi didn't have any, not anymore. She looked up into Charlotte's deep brown eyes, her own eyelids starting to droop and flutter as the effort of steering her gaze upward combined with the relentless sexual pleasure began to fatigue her already dopey mind, and even the idea of defiance soon withered and died inside her head. It just felt to good to be weak and horny and submissive. It felt too good to be Charlotte's needy little bitch in heat. "I… I need to cum, ma'am," she heard herself whimper, her voice high and breathy and meek. "Please? Please may I cum, ma'am?" Naomi didn't know where the honorific sprang from, but it felt right on her lips and she didn't want to stop using it. And judging by the way Charlotte's hips sped up, driving Naomi over the edge into the first of many climaxes that afternoon, the woman in Naomi's lap liked it too.

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The Effect Women Have on Leslie

"So what do you think?" Donna asked, walking out of the bedroom in a pair of jade thigh-high stockings, crotchless panties that perfectly framed her slick pink pussy, and an underwire push-up bra that some designer had skillfully omitted any kind of concealing fabric from. "Is this the kind of outfit that's going to drive all the young men wild on Spring Break? Am I going to hypnotize them with my hot bod and leave them dazed and trembling and ready to learn how to pleasure a woman's body the right way?" She chuckled, as much to show that she was in on the joke as at any real humor, but surprisingly enough Leslie didn't seem to be listening. She was just… staring.

"Hey, um, Leslie," Donna carefully interjected into the lengthening silence. "You, uhh, you still in there? Because, I mean, if this is a, a problem or something, we can cut the fashion show short and get back to packing--" Her stammering ramble was cut short by the sound of a soft thud as Leslie's knees hit the carpet, not so much in a kneel as a collapse that wound up in a kneeling position. Her friend's eyes looked vacant and glassy, fixated on Donna's cunt but otherwise entirely devoid of any kind of light of reason, and Donna would have been extremely worried if her own increasing arousal wasn't getting in the way of any concern she might be feeling.

Because… okay, yes, there were always jokes about her back in college, 'Leslie the Lezzie' and all that. And there were times when she kind of seemed to… space out a little, when a beautiful woman in a revealing outfit walked by. But Donna always figured those were just rumors, some guy on campus who turned her down and decided to tell everyone she was secretly gay or some shit, and anyway it wasn't like they didn't both get married and have husbands for almost a decade each. (And it wasn't like they were the reason those marriages collapsed, Donna thought, her inner voice still tinged with bitterness. Honestly, if Leslie was gay then why was she the one who suggested a quote-unquote 'cougar party' in Daytona Beach?)

But none of those rationalizations held up in the fact of the evidence, and the evidence was that Leslie was now crawling toward Donna's exposed pussy with her face slack and expressionless and her tongue lolling out of her vacant mouth. She looked totally obsessed with the sight of Donna's cunt, her every last erg of brainpower consumed with the thought of pleasuring another woman, and Donna didn't have a chance to do much more than stammer out, "Um, Leslie, are you sure--?" before Leslie's lips were sealed to her labia and she wound up tumbling over backwards at the sheer enthusiasm of her friend's mindlessly devoted embrace.

It took Donna almost an hour to convince Leslie to stop--well, strictly speaking it took her about thirty minutes of devoted, talented cunnilingus before Donna wanted Leslie to stop, and another thirty minutes of flat-on-her-back, brain-melting pleasure before she could finally pry Leslie's face away from her sopping, overwhelmed cunt and make it stick without giving in to a relapse from one of them if not both. By then the plans for Daytona had been fully rewritten in Donna's head, and several other things about her old friend made a lot more sense… and thankfully, there was a pillow just close enough at hand that she could cover herself up and finally snap Leslie back to some semblance of intelligence again.

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Francine Aces Her Finals

"Shh-shh-shhh," Sarah cooed, her warm breath tickling Francine's swollen and protruding clit. "Just relax. You've been such a good girl, Frankie, and you're such a pushover for hypnosis anyway, so just relax and let go and enjoy your reward." Francine struggled to remember what she'd done right this time, but the more she tried to think the more that feeling of overwhelming exhaustion pressed down on her, until finally her eyes rolled back in her head and her limbs went leaden with drowsy ecstasy and her eyelids slammed tight shut. By the time Sarah's tongue began to lap away at her wet pussy, she was already deep in trance.

"That's our good girl," Joey purred from her spot by Francine's head, her fingers stroking and petting Francine's scalp and forehead with a wonderfully possessive gentleness. "That's our A-plus fucktoy, isn't it?" That stirred a vague and sleepy memory, one Francine didn't have to search for--it was the day after her last final, the day before she officially finished her first year of college, and thankfully the wonders of the digital age had greatly reduced the amount of time students had to spend in agonized uncertainty over their fate. Francine knew she'd aced each and every last one of her exams, earning a grade that would easily keep her scholarship and allow her to return in the fall as a member of the lacrosse team, and the others….

Francine let out a tiny whimper, despite the depths of her trance, as Lori and Kimmy leaned in to suck on her nipples with a determined intensity that left her absolutely electrified with pleasure. Their fierce, unyielding kisses stirred more memories, memories Francine didn't even know she had--she'd been so worried about her grades, so worried that spending an entire semester as the personal bitch of any woman on campus who wanted to fuck her was going to mess with her academic career and ruin her whole fucking life, and her teammates had all rallied together to help in a way she honestly didn't think they would. She'd gotten so accustomed to being treated like an object, so used to being used, that it never even occurred to her that they might care about their favorite slut.

But they got their bitch Frankie fully ready for finals in a way only a gaggle of dominant lesbians could. Study sessions under deep trance that leveraged her susceptibility to hypnosis to implant core concepts unshakably into Francine's mesmerized mind, study sessions that rewarded her with tiny bursts of orgasmic pleasure every time she got an answer right, and a promise that at the end of it all if she did well and showed off her smarts for Joey like a good girl, she'd get a whole evening where she was the center of attention. And even though Francine didn't consciously remember it when she impulsively decided to head over to Kimmy's apartment to say goodbye for the summer, her cunt knew exactly what was going to happen.

And what kept happening. And what kept on happening, for hour after hour, teammates switching out with each other so that each and every last member of the St Francis Woman's Lacrosse Team got their chance to reward her with unceasing pleasure. Francine eventually passed out, too overwhelmed with pleasure even to remain conscious, but the memories of that night stayed with her forever.

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Building the Right Environment for Love

Marcus was good with his hands. That wasn't a euphemism, although Crystal had to admit the skills translated very well and she'd whiled away many a happy hour drifting along in a light trance while his dark brown fingers roamed across her pale skin--no, he was the kind of man who knew how to make things, and he took a quiet pride in knowing that so many of the fixtures of the house they shared were his own personal projects. Including Crystal in a way, although he'd been just as considerate in getting her input on his plans for her hypnotized mind as he was on redesigning the bathroom.

Honestly, the two things kind of converged in a way. Marcus had ensured that Crystal always woke up horny, and even though it took a while for her brain to fully wake up to the insistent throb in her clit, she knew that was part of his plan as well. The warm spray from the shower nozzle always served to snap her out of her early morning fugue, and just as she was beginning to realize how wet and needy her pussy had gotten after a whole night of sex dreams Marcus stepped in behind her with his cock pressing at the entrance to her sopping cunt. He took her against the steamy glass of the shower stall, and it always felt…

God, it felt like shower sex was supposed to feel. Crystal wasn't some blushing virgin when she met her current boyfriend, she'd done plenty of kinky shit and had sex in plenty of interesting places, and sex in the shower was always one of the true disappointments of being a slutty pervert. There was never enough room to do anything truly fun without contorting yourself into some kind of weird cramped position that felt anything but sexy, and the floor was so slippery with water that you couldn't keep your mind on the dick inside you because you were worried you were going to wind up in the emergency room, and the second you got out from under the spray you started to feel cold as the water evaporated from your skin and took your body heat with it. It actually kind of sucked.

But Marcus was so good with his hands. And he'd built a nice big shower stall, with plenty of room for two people to stand and one of them to push the other up against some nice sturdy glass until her tits flattened in that picture-perfect way Crystal always associated with her favorite porn. He'd found shower tiles with no-slip surfaces, ensuring that Crystal's feet were always planted securely no matter how vigorously they fucked, and even though he couldn't do a lot about the shower spray he at least made sure to build in a little space heater that kept the whole stall nice and warm even when the water was being blocked by his back. It was perfect.

What made it even more perfect, though, was the camera he installed just over the bathroom sink. Crystal started it up every morning before she clambered into the shower, still too dazed and drowsy even to realize what her hands were doing, and every afternoon when she got home and they cuddled up together she watched the footage of herself through the steamy glass getting absolutely railed by her boyfriend's cock. And when she saw it, she never had any trouble figuring out what to do until it was time for dinner.

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Carly Tries on Her Old Band Uniform

Jeffrey smiled indulgently at her and chuckled, "So why don't you tell me about that one time at band camp, babe." Carly couldn't control her reaction, try as she might--her eyes rolled so hard she couldn't seem to get them to reappear from behind her fluttering eyelids, and she let out the weariest of weary sighs. Why was it that whenever a guy saw her old clarinet and her marching band uniform from high school, their thoughts immediately went straight to that stupid scene from 'American Pie'? It wasn't like the outfit even fit on her anymore, not after ten years and at least one growth spurt.

At least… she thought it didn't fit on her anymore. It would be kind of fun to find out. Yes, Jeffrey was right here in the room with her, but he wouldn't see much if she was quick about changing, and anyway this was supposed to be a date, right? A blind date, sure, they'd been set up together by some of her guy friends and she really didn't know much about him beyond what he told her at dinner, but--but they were supposed to be having flirty fun, and it wasn't like he would mind seeing a few quick flashes of skin from a leggy blonde without any tan lines. Before she could begin to doubt herself, Carly had her clothes off and her body wriggled halfway into her uniform.

Surprisingly enough, it did fit. Honestly, it snuggled against her skin with the comfort and familiarity of a garment she wore all the time, even if it did kind of emphasize her cleavage a lot more than it did back when she was in high school and the skirt… okay, the skirt definitely rode a lot higher than it used to. Carly was very aware that it showed off pretty much everything below the waist, and she made a mental note to grab her panties and put them back on once she recovered from the sudden whirlwind of exertion. But as it was, she just needed to sit down for a moment, and her tired brain couldn't seem to keep her legs from splaying loosely apart to expose her cunt.

And okay, yes, her clarinet was right there next to her. And even if Carly had never tried it herself as a teenager, she'd seen the movie and she couldn't help thinking about what it might be like to try it for herself. And her cunt was exposed, slick pink pussy lips gaping open as her legs spread wider and wider, and she suddenly realized she'd been studiously ignoring a gathering storm of arousal that was now threatening to overwhelm her completely, and Carly suddenly knew that she needed something inside her right this goddamn second or she was going to go out of her fucking mind with lust. As dumb as it was, as embarrassing as it was, she grabbed the clarinet and inserted it with a growl of unsuppressed desire.

"That's a good girl," Jeffrey purred, and Carly would probably have rolled her eyes at him again if they weren't still stuck staring at something inside her own head while her eyelids drooped and fluttered uselessly. That was when she finally began to question what she was doing, but her thoughts had become sluggish and soft and the pleasure between her legs was so much easier to focus on and in the end all Carly really wanted to do was follow her programming and give her latest date a nice little show. Her lips widened into a blank and sleepy smile, and Carly drifted deeper into trance as she performed exactly what she wished band camp would have been like.

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Ashley Gets a Poppet

"Why do you care?" Tatiana had asked. "You don't believe in magic anyway." And of course Ashley had felt like she was caught in a double bind, and she had to back down and dismissively pretend that she didn't even care that one of her roommates was stealing the hair from her hairbrush--it was just weird, that was all, because Tatiana was weird. But she didn't make a fuss, and Tatiana seemed entirely unperturbed by Ashley's efforts to humiliate her in front of Jenna, and it never occurred to her that there might be any connection between her decision to back down and the strands of golden hair wound around Tatiana's pale, slender fingers. Because Tatiana was right. She didn't believe in magic.

That didn't change right away. Oh, she noticed that Tatiana had taken to carrying around a pair of fashion dolls with her wherever she went, off-brand Barbie imitators with hair the same color as Jenna and her. But it seemed to absurd to imagine that Tatiana had made fucking voodoo dolls out of her roommates… or poppets or whatever they actually were. Calling them 'voodoo dolls' unleashed a torrent of nonsensical bullshit about the different forms of sympathetic magic that Ashley had stopped listening to about three sentences in… and if Ashley did sometimes feel a kind of warm, drifting pleasure whenever Tatiana held and stroked the plastic toy, that was probably just the power of suggestion at work.

But at the same time, it was kind of hard to ignore the way that Jenna started to become almost obsequious in her desire to be a good roommate. She didn't seem to notice the changes, she always just chuckled and insisted she was the same person she'd always been even as she became more and more deferential to Tatiana's every whim, but… but yes, it was beginning to get a little creepy. Especially when Ashley could hear her quietly moaning and whimpering every time Tatiana stroked and fondled the little doll that looked just like Jenna. That didn't seem like the power of suggestion, not when Jenna was sitting on the couch with her back turned.

Still, it wasn't until the day Jenna stopped wearing clothes around the apartment, and Tatiana came out of her bedroom with both of the dolls now completely naked, that Ashley began to get genuinely unnerved. Not that there was anything wrong with going nude--Ashley hadn't especially felt like getting dressed that morning, and she was the same person she'd always been--but it was becoming more and more difficult to explain all this away as merely the product of an overactive imagination or some kind of social conditioning. The dolls had their hair woven in. Tatiana had as much as told them so. And they really did seem to have some kind of effect on Jenna's behavior.

Ashley thought she might just steal them, sneak into Tatiana's bedroom while the other woman was sleeping and sneak the dolls off her nightstand before… well, obviously not burning them, that felt like a big mistake, but at least finding an expert who could disarm them or defuse them or whatever it was you did to stop sympathetic magic once it started. But before she could even rise from the couch, she noticed Tatiana vigorously rubbing the little blonde Ashley doll right between its smooth plastic thighs. And all her ability to rationalize away her own behavior finally collapsed as she writhed and thrashed in one screaming orgasm after another.

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Early Days With ({*})

'i ca nt resist', Bethany typed, and it was in the moment she saw it staring back at her on the screen that she realized it was absolutely true. She'd tried, so very hard for so long now, and yet the pixels on her smartphone couldn't lie. Those were her own words… or more accurately they were someone else's words, recited back by Bethany on command despite her best efforts to control her fumbling fingers… and if she said them then they must be true. She couldn't fight the pull of obedience any longer. She couldn't resist, and that left obedience as the only course of action remaining to her.

She really had thought she was going to be able to shake it. After the airport, after waking up from a trance she didn't remember entering with a slick mess in her panties and a new number in her contacts labeled simply '({*})', Bethany genuinely believed for a few days that she was going to be strong enough to simply ignore the text messages coming through until the suggestions finally attenuated and she could push through them well enough to delete the hypnotist's info from her phone. Maybe then she would be able to associate that soft, husky voice with someone she met and talked to, and maybe then she could… Bethany didn't actually know what she'd do. And that was half the problem.

Because at night, on the cusp of sleep in the darkness of her warm bed, Bethany's thoughts always drifted to that confrontation. She imagined facing down that mysterious stranger, defying them and condemning them despite all their efforts to ensnare her again, and she never really noticed the exact moment when the muzzy half-dream tipped over from a power fantasy into something more blatantly sexual. She only knew that her shaft got so hard the first time she imagined herself losing instead of winning, developing into an urgent erection that jutted out of her skimpy panties and practically pleaded to be touched.

But try as she might, Bethany couldn't cum. It wasn't like some of her other experiences with HRT, she was anything but limp, but… but even as the fantasies shaded more and more often into a return to that same drowsy hypnotic state and a recommitment to her subjugation, the urgent lust never spilled over into release--and although it was still several weeks before she quit fighting the urge to ignore those messages and instead reached out to the person who mesmerized her that day, Bethany understood that the leash was tightening. She hadn't escaped. She wasn't really resisting. And there was only one way this was going to end.

Initially, she tried holding an actual conversation with the stranger, typing in full words and complete sentences that were even spelled correctly. But every response led her to a memory she didn't think she had, unveiling more and more of the secret pleasure she'd felt when she surrendered to the mysterious hypnotist until Bethany found herself staring vacantly at the screen in anticipation of the next message, drool spilling from her slack and open mouth onto the bikini she'd inexplicably found so comfortable to wear around the apartment lately. Her stiff shaft peeked out from the little pouch of white fabric as her excitement grew, the pounding pulse of it making Bethany weaker and weaker, until that moment when she saw the words, 'You can't resist.' And when she typed them back, Bethany knew her submission was only just beginning.

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What's Going Through Derek's Head

There's a kind of solemnity to Vanessa's expression as she wraps her tits around Derek's cock, a diligent conscientiousness that suggests a serious commitment to doing things right and milking every last dribble of semen out of his churning balls. It should have been kind of a buzzkill, but bizarrely it has the opposite effect--it reminds Derek that he's not exactly dealing with a person right now, even though Vanessa looks and feels like one. She's a hypnotized toy, a plaything for every man in the room at her own request, and there's nothing more important to her than pleasuring cocks one by one until they're drained and sated. Derek's never quite been the center of anyone's attention like that and it honestly makes him as hard as a rock.

Vanessa's tits don't exactly discourage that, either. He's always tried very hard not to look--she's Barry's girlfriend, after all, even if Derek did hear vague hints of an open relationship long before he got his invite to tonight's gangbang--but oh lord are they amazing against his dick like this. She has them scooped out of her bikini top, and the fabric gathers and supports her cleavage just enough to make sure the soft, silky flesh fully enfolds his shaft in a lover's embrace, and she's drizzled a tiny amount of baby oil over her breasts to make sure they glide up and down his straining erection with exactly the right amount of whispering sensation. Derek can hear his breath hitching in his chest in a strangled, urgent gasp of ecstasy.

It hits him that he's going to cum, very hard and very quickly, and a faint blush blossoms under his curly brown beard--Derek knows that's kind of the point of the whole endeavor, he's aware that Vanessa wants to wake up from her deep trance with her tits absolutely painted with jizz and no real memory of how it got there, but he spent a lot of the drive over wondering if he could really perform on command like that. He had visions of anxiety deflating his erection, or his long fuse turning Vanessa's titjob into a lengthy ordeal to get him to cum… but now here he is, less than two minutes in, and he's very nearly past the point of no return already. It's just such an incredible turn-on to see her like this, all studiously focused on milking his prick, and Derek isn't sure if he's ever going to be able to see her quite the same way again.

He's definitely going to remember exactly what it looks like when his cock gushes a titanic spurt of semen that splashes the underside of Vanessa's chin before dripping down her throat and onto her collarbone. It's joined by another, then another, then another as Derek's balls tighten in urgent lust and he lets out a throaty groan of pure pleasure. The solemn look on Vanessa's face melts away, replaced by bubbly delight at having served her purpose, and she looks up at Derek with a meek, simpering desire for approval that catches him off-guard despite Barry telling him it would happen. His orgasm isn't enough. She needs to know she made him happy.

So he pats her on the head and murmurs, "Good girl," in a shaky voice, and watches as Vanessa experiences a full-body orgasm from her praise. Derek moves away to go clean himself up… and already, he can see the next man stepping in to add his contribution to Vanessa's gleaming, oiled-up tits.

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Lola's in Denial (In More Ways Than One)

Um… can't help noticing you don't have any panties on, Lola.

"I… look, I just didn't feel like wearing them, okay? It's just, it doesn't mean--god, why do you have to be such a bitch, Sarah? I told you it didn't work and I meant it. It's a stupid bet, anyway. Just, nnh, just some d-dumb bullshit you found on… online…."

If I'm a bitch, why are you the one humping the corner of the kitchen table like you just went into heat? We have to eat off that, you know. Unless you're trying to tell me I'd like the taste of your pussy?

"N-no, I--god, I told you, I don't do… um… f-fuck, I don't… ffffffuck!"

It sure sounds like you're thinking about it, though. You're still going to try to tell me that hypnosis file didn't do anything?

"N-no! It, I… god, I've listened to it something like a dozen times now, and it hasn't done anything to me! I'm just, I'm just a little horny right now, okay? I just need, need to--ffffuck, need to--"

You need to cum.

"Yes!"

But you can't. No matter how hard you try, fingers, toys, humping anything you can grind on, you can't get over the edge and it's just getting you more and more worked up.

"Yes!"

And you don't think that has anything to do with the suggestions in that file? Even though it specifically told you that you wouldn't be able to cum without a woman's tongue on your clit?

"It wha'? Um, I mean, uhh, no, no, that's not… not, umm… fuuuuccckkkk…."

You don't remember what it said, Lola. It got to you so bad you can't even remember what it hypnotized you to think, and you can't stop listening and you can't stop humping. Don't you think it's time to stop pretending, at least?

"I--ffff--you--guh, ggghh, I….

"Please? Please lick my pussy, Sarah? Please?"

Say it again and call me 'Mistress', and you have a deal.

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Shauna Goes Out on the Field

Football practice ended nearly an hour ago, but Dustin still smelled like clean sweat and exertion. Shauna noticed the scent when he came out of the locker rooms, and it instantly made her swoon… but she didn't realize just how badly it affected her until he whispered in her ear, "You know, nobody really pays attention to the field after it empties out," and the varsity cheerleader's eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed at the seductive vibrato in his baritone voice. Something about the raw masculinity in his aroma, the implications of exertion and raw physical power, it--it just affected her. She couldn't think about it and she didn't want to think about it, she only wanted to breathe deep and sink deeper into his scent.

He must have known what he was doing to her, because he walked her back out onto the field like he had a plan. Dustin guided Shauna down to her knees on the soft grass, eliciting a surprising surge of warm gratitude--she hadn't realized she was actually giddy with arousal, but when she didn't have to stand anymore and she could just slump there inhaling draft after draft of his aroma directly into her lungs it finally hit her exactly how dizzy Dustin's scent was making her. It was… it was almost like a drug, she thought to herself, barely even noticing that she was leaning up against him and eagerly nuzzling his crotch like an excited puppy. It was very much like a drug, and Shauna was very susceptible to its mind-altering effects.

So much so, in fact, that when Dustin snapped his fingers to get her attention and murmured, "Why don't you get out of those tight clothes, babe?" Shauna leapt at the chance to strip naked for him, wriggling her way out of her uniform with a giggly enthusiasm she was too horny to really question. Consequences felt dim and distant, abstract and unimportant compared to the urge to display her body for the handsome young man, and anyway Dustin was right--they were all alone out here on the field, without a groundskeeper in sight, and even if someone did stumble on them she was sure they'd just yell at them to stop. This was a college campus, after all. Plenty of students did weird and wild stuff on a daily basis.

Shauna's brain remained stuck in those vague, nonsensical rationalizations right up until the moment Dustin pushed his prick into her vacant mouth--then everything else went away, and it was just the scent and the taste and the utter sensory overload of having her face fucked by as much of his cock as he could fit past her lips. He gathered her short dark hair into his fingers, holding her head still so his hips could rock back and forth directly into the drooling, spluttering orifice, and Shauna found to her absolute delight that her cunt throbbed with every thrust in sympathetic ecstasy. She loved being used like this. She loved getting her face plowed by Dustin's dick. And she loved most of all that anyone might walk by and see her like this.

Eventually he came down her throat, and then the two of them sat down on the grass with Shauna's head in Dustin's lap and his fingers in her pussy. He spoke to her, emphasizing the scent of his sweat and the feeling of intense, visceral arousal she was experiencing while he played with her… and although Shauna knew she would forget all of this, deep down she would remember the effect he had on her. And it would make her all that much weaker for the next time he took her.

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Brianna's Filled With Excitement (Among Other Things)

It wasn't just her situation that made Brianna so wet. There was something biological about it, a visceral and tangible signal her body was sending that made her cunt gape and drool so much that she had to put a towel underneath her wherever she sat--not that Brianna was allowed on the furniture, but they had hardwood floors and she was so horny by this stage of her pregnancy that she was pretty sure she would have left little puddles everywhere she went if not for the little extra precaution. It was something she never would have believed about herself before Master knocked her up, but she couldn't deny it now.

It wasn't the hypnosis, either, or at least it wasn't just the hypnosis--yes, Brianna remembered that warm, wonderful moment when her resistance finally crumbled and collapsed and she begged Master to fill her with his salty jizz, but even the breeding frenzy he'd instilled couldn't compare to the sense of absolute need she felt when she caressed her pregnant belly and plump, swollen pink tits. Her whole body had become a vessel for the purpose not just of Master but of sex itself, physically transformed by his seed into a true and genuine symbol of fertility, and something about seeing herself and feeling herself and knowing what she was meant for made her absolutely crave to be bred again. Even though her body had to know that was impossible right now.

That might even be it, she mused absently, as her eyes fixated on the bulge in Master's trousers and her legs spread a little bit wider to expose her gaping, hungry cunt. On some fundamental, biological level, her entire body had bought into the message she'd been brainwashed into believing and it knew she was made to be bred by Master's cock… and even with two months to go before her due date and another couple of months beyond that before she was ready to try again, her pussy was already aching with anticipation for her next impregnation. She just--she--ohhh, fuck, she wanted him to plow her all over again, to fill her up with his cum and put another baby inside her, and the conflict between that desire and her own awareness that it wasn't possible right now was making her a little crazy for sex.

And that would keep her enslaved forever, she thought with a dazed and drowsy smile. Whenever she was pregnant like this, nine months of constant anticipation and frustrated biological drives would keep Brianna consumed with lust for Master's cock, and when she finally did give birth the breeding frenzy she'd enter shortly afterwards would prevent her from thinking even once let alone twice about whether she wanted to be impregnated again. Master would just keep knocking her up, and her own big belly would drive her wild with desire, and she… fuck. She'd never be able to resist him again. She'd never be free. It should have filled her with numb, despairing dread, but the woman Brianna had become couldn't see it as anything but wonderful.

That new and obedient self watched as Master undid his fly. She shifted position to crouch on all fours, her pregnant belly nearly brushing the floor as she got into her breeding pose. And she smiled gratefully as Master sank his cock inside her to practice for their next baby-making session together.

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Bailey's Second Encounter

"Excuse me, but--do I know you?" Bailey was pretty sure the answer was no; she felt confident she would have recalled the statuesque redhead and her eyes that looked like iridescent jade in the summer sun. But she had to admit she was flattered by the notion that a woman like her would remember a mousy brunette like Bailey, and she gave a shy smile before confessing that she didn't think they'd ever met before. While stopping just short of blurting out that she hoped they'd meet again, because Bailey was many things but 'good at flirting' had absolutely never been one of them.

But the woman persisted, shaking her head slowly and looking Bailey's pale, chubby body up and down as though trying to stir some nagging half-memory. "I'm sorry, it's just that you look so familiar," she murmured, eliciting the faintest blush from Bailey that she hoped she could blame on the unseasonal heat. "I tell you what, could you just lift your skirt for a moment and show me your pussy? I think that might jog things a little up here." She chuckled self-deprecatingly, tapping her temple as though she hadn't just made a lewd and lascivious suggestion right there in the middle of a scenic tourist spot where literally anyone might walk by.

But oddly enough, Bailey found herself complying with the request without a moment's hesitation--and it was only when she raised her skirt to her waist that it fully occurred to her that the breeze coming in off the ocean had been blowing on her bare pussy this entire time and she simply hadn't noticed. She wasn't wearing any panties under her dress, and after a moment's reflection Bailey realized she wasn't wearing a bra either… something that became more and more important as the shock of pleasure she felt on obeying the stranger's suggestion made her nipples stiffen into tight brown buds. "Of course, I remember now," the redhead purred, recognition settling into her eyes. But astonishingly, Bailey still didn't.

"It was when I was here a few months back," the taller woman continued, stepping in to block any passer-by from getting a view of Bailey's cunt… and not incidentally, to get so close that the sheer animal magnetism of her presence left Bailey feeling slightly dazed with arousal. "You were giving those tours of the harbor, I was here in the off-season and nobody else showed up, and I decided to just spend the time hypnotizing you and eating your pussy. Remember now?" Bailey shook her head, but she found that her gaze wouldn't move away from those magnificent jade eyes… and every time she tried to stir her sluggish brain into recollection and failed, she found herself getting wetter and wetter.

Which only brought a smile to the stranger's face. "That's a good girl," she cooed, resting her hand possessively on Bailey's cunt and applying gentle, rhythmic pressure. "You were such a good subject, sweetie, and you looked so cute with your eyes closed and your face all blank and empty. Would you like to come back to my hotel room and show me what that looked like? I'm free for the rest of the day." Bailey didn't respond in words--speech already felt like far too much of an effort, and her jaw had slackened so thoroughly into vacancy that she couldn't imagine moving her lips. But she grunted in thoughtless agreement, and that was all the redhead needed to hear. She put her arm through Bailey's and led her away… and the best part was, Bailey couldn't even remember whether her hypnotic Mistress allowed her to tug her skirt back down as they left.

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Conchita Has a Moment of Self-Reflection

There were certain moments that really drove home just how deep down the rabbit hole Conchita had fallen, and this was definitely one of them--she was squirming up against the leg of the man she was sucking off, humping his shin like a dumb horny bitch in heat while her head bobbed up and down enthusiastically on his shaft, and she couldn't even open her eyes long enough to find out whose cock was in her mouth. It just felt too good to sink deeper into trance, embrace the pleasure of being a needy, slutty object for other people to use, and even though Conchita could trace everything she was doing back to a fantasy she'd very specifically wanted to see fulfilled it was still kind of a shock to taste the salty precum on her tongue and realize this was really happening.

It felt almost impossible at times, like something out of the stories she used to read back when she first moved into the dormitories and found a degree of privacy frankly unheard of back when she lived at home; Conchita discovered porn almost within days of being out from under parental supervision, and it was safe to say that her favorite pastime in college was furtively masturbating to ever-kinkier erotica about women being mesmerized into brainless, slutty fucktoys. The heavier the academic pressure weighed on her, the more she turned to fantasies of brainwashed stupefaction as a release valve; by the time she graduated as valedictorian, she'd fully and inextricably developed a fetish for hypnosis and submission that would follow her for the rest of her life.

Not that she ever thought it would remain anything other than a fantasy. But then she met Pablo, posting his erotic hypnosis files on one of the Reddit forums she'd stumbled onto during her one-handed web browsing, and the two of them began to chat just as Conchita entered a transitional period in her life--she was done with college and ready to find a job in her field, but she was also saddled with a mountain of student debt and feeling more pressure than ever to find a job that could help support her family now that her father could no longer work. Chatting with Pablo and letting his words wrap her up in soothing trance helped relieve that stress… and when she found a job opening for a structural engineer in his home city, Conchita impulsively decided to apply.

And oh god. Once they were in the same physical space, Conchita found that she literally could not satiate her craving for trance and submission and loving degradation. Pablo trained her out of toys and fingers, only allowing her to cum when she was taking his cock or humping the furniture, and Conchita discovered to her delight that the dumber and sluttier she made herself for him the more focused and capable she became at her job. It started to feel like she was becoming two people, the brilliant engineer she was when she clocked in and the horny fucktoy she was for her new boyfriend, and it wasn't long before that arrangement became formalized and structured with a whole series of triggers that invoked her sexy other self.

All of which led her to this moment, right here, suddenly clear and sharp and bright in her mind. She was sucking off a random stranger Pablo had chosen for her, milking the cum out of his balls with her mouth while she humped his leg like a horny dog, and she didn't even know who he was. Every day from now on, every man she looked at might be looking back at her and remembering what she looked like with his cock between her lips, and she'd never know. And that realization was what finally made Conchita cum.

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Reading Is Fun-damental!

"Hit a trigger, huh?" The words didn't make much sense to Claire, if she was being honest--she was reading 'Gone Away Lake', it was about as far from triggering as a book could be--but she nonetheless gave a vaguely affirmatory grunt simply to mollify Vera's attempts at conversation before they became obsessive. She had a whole stack of classic children's literature to get through, and a whole paper to write on it; she didn't really have time to spend chattering with her roommate about… about whatever Vera was on about this time. Claire wriggled around a little, trying to find a more comfortable position, and returned to her book.

Only… only she couldn't, not completely. Because something kept nagging away at her, some half-felt sensation that penetrated both her concentration on the book she was reading and the vague conviction that she wasn't supposed to notice anything at all. They'd turned up the air conditioning yesterday, finally succumbing to the inevitable as sultry spring melted into brutal summer, and Claire couldn't help feeling a slight tickle of cool breeze on her--on her pubic hair? No. No, that didn't make sense. Because to feel that would mean that her bush was fully exposed to the open air, and that meant she'd decided for some reason to pull her panties down around her ankles and put her soft pink pussy and swollen, protruding clit on full display, and, and why would she do that?

So she did her best to banish the tickle in her imagination, and when Vera came wandering through the room again and said, "You're such a good girl, Claire," she tried as hard as she could to ignore the odd, condescending compliment. She had so much reading to do, and it was so much harder when she kept tripping over certain words and finding herself stuck on them as they echoed through her mind. Words like 'suave' and 'obstinate' and 'precarious', words Claire knew she knew but couldn't quite allow her eyes to skim past for some reason. And every time she stumbled over some trivial piece of vocabulary that shouldn't have been a problem for even a fifth grader, let alone a grad student working on her Master's in literary criticism, her clit got… well, she couldn't seem to… god, she just kept getting so fucking horny.

By the time Vera came through again, murmuring, "You'll need me to take care of that, sweetie," Claire was reading one-handed--and the damndest thing was, she kept forgetting what her other hand was doing. Every once in a while, she'd muzzily realize that she was masturbating her sloppy cunt with a driving urgency that only made her wetter and wetter without releasing any of her intensifying sexual tension, but within moments the awareness would simply tumble out of her mind and leave her once again focused on the text in front of her. And weirdly, she felt a sense of dazed and sleepy pride every time she stopped thinking about what she was doing? It didn't make sense, not a bit of it, but Claire just reminded herself she wanted to be well-trained and pleasing. And then she forgot why that was.

It wasn't until Vera's fourth trip through the living room that Claire's subconscious resistance finally collapsed, and she heard herself pleading, "Oh god, please fuck me, Mistress," without quite knowing why. But Vera's throaty chuckle reassured her that everything was fine and she didn't need to worry about coming on too strong with her roommate, and within moments she'd forgotten what she even asked as the strap-on slid into her hungry cunt and the bubble of Claire's awareness fully popped. She stared at her book, no longer really reading it… but every once in a while, her eyes fixated on a particular word, and she clenched even harder around the shaft that kept burying itself between her welcoming thighs.

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Haley Tries Out Audra's New App

It wasn't exactly what you'd call scientific. If Haley was being strictly honest, she probably felt like it underestimated her capacity for physical stimulation a not inconsiderable amount of time… or, as she would have to put it after a couple of hours playing with Audra's new smartwatch app, "Um… it could edge me, like, maybe a little harder?" But she had to admit that there was something especially hot about being so directly and specifically trained by a machine to masturbate herself into lust-drunk ecstasy like this. Every time she heard that playful chime sounding at her wrist, telling her to hold her hand still and simply allow her cunt to clench desperately around the toy inside her, it hit a sweet spot that regular denial couldn't quite touch.

And Audra told her it would get better and better as it dialed in on her biorhythms using the data she provided it. Those first few times when Haley shamefully drove herself to a climax she didn't see coming fast enough to stop, and had to admit her failure not just to her sexy dominant girlfriend but to the app on her wrist, the program took that information and tracked it and used it to measure precisely when her pulse rate spiked compared to when she told it she achieved orgasm. And if she told it, "More, please, more," it heard her and took that into account when calculating exactly when to tell her to stop fucking herself. Which… ohhh, holy shit that was insanely goddamn hot.

Not that Audra couldn't have handled that part of things herself. They'd been dating for about three years now and doing kinky shit together for about two and a half of them, Haley knew her girlfriend had a pretty good idea of when she was coming close to losing it. But the conditioning was half the turn-on for them both, better than the teasing or the sex or even the way Haley's brain melted into mush after a few near-climaxes practically fractionated her into stupefied bliss, and they were both looking forward to the time when the app took over and Haley didn't even think about what she was doing anymore. A chime to start pumping the toy in and out of her wet pussy, a chime to stop and give her throbbing clit a chance to cool off, and before she knew it she'd just be staring into space while her body automatically obeyed.

Already she could begin to feel it working. The chime sounded, and it wasn't even like Haley had to try to stop herself from pistoning the silicone cock in and out of her grasping, needy pussy--perhaps it was so many years of playing around with hypnokink along with everything else, but Haley felt like she instinctively and automatically followed the instruction without even needing to engage her conscious mind. And seeing the way Audra smiled at her, her face filled with praise and joy and pure dominant energy, it… well, it took a long time for the app to decide she'd calmed down enough to let her start playing with herself again. Because this was turning her on so fucking much.

It was somewhere around Haley's third or fourth edging session when she really started to feel like the app had dialed in fully on her body's needs--she didn't cum even once, and she spent so much of her time panting and writhing and moaning in desperate lust that her ash blonde hair was a bird's nest against the back of the couch. She begged a lot to be allowed to ignore the chime that day… and nothing made her happier than hearing her lover reply with a cheerfully sadistic, "No."

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Nora Gets Stuck in the Dryer

"Ummm… little help?" Nora knew she shouldn't actually need any help at all extricating herself from the dryer, no matter how big her boobs were--the opening was very large, she'd obviously managed to get herself inside, and her soft pale tits were squishable and squeezable enough that she should be able to pull herself out without any effort. But somehow every time she tried Nora managed to press her body firmly enough against one side or another that she remained fully and completely stuck right up until Dustin walked in on her… and that was more than a little embarrassing, given that she'd been rooting around in the dryer for a pair of panties to cover her ample, jiggling, fully naked butt. Her roommate's boyfriend was basically getting a free show.

And loving it, from the sound of his voice. "Sure, no problem, babe," he chuckled, walking up behind her and giving her a playful swat that sent ripples across her plush and exposed behind. "Was that what you were looking for?" Nora winced, unable to stop herself from letting out a tiny whimper of arousal--naturally she knew she shouldn't be getting turned on by her predicament, and especially not by the way Kelly's romantic partner was acting so intimately familiar with her naked body, but… but damn if it didn't feel like the erotically-charged atmosphere in the apartment hadn't been building up to something like this for weeks. Dustin was over here more often than he was at his own place, he and Kelly constantly took liberties with the 'no public display' rule they'd agreed to, and she'd even caught him hypnotizing her on the couch a few times. Some kind of weird kink the two of them had.

Not that hypnosis worked on Nora, of course, but she did have to admit there was something incredibly hot about watching Kelly fall deeper and deeper into an obedient trance that left her weak and gullible and open to all of Dustin's suggestions. It made Nora wet just thinking about it… which only increased her embarrassment when he let his palm slide down the broad curve of her ass to investigate her lewdly winking pussy. "Or were you thinking something more like this kind of help?" he asked, lightly probing the cleft between her soft pink labia, and Nora blushed as she discovered that she couldn't stop herself from grinding into his touch like a needy little bitch in heat. If only she hadn't waited so long to do laundry. If only she hadn't gotten stuck in the dryer. If only--

"I'm sorry, babe, I didn't hear that," Dustin growled, his commanding tones neatly severing Nora's dazed and distracted train of thought. "I asked you if this was what you wanted." There was something steely in his voice, not harsh or cruel but absolutely unyielding, and Nora knew as his fingers froze inside her that she wasn't going to get any more stimulation until she broke down and admitted how much she was enjoying his sensual caresses. Which should have been a good thing, because this was another woman's boyfriend and Nora wasn't even looking for sex when she came downstairs and she really just wanted to get herself extricated from the dryer she'd gotten inextricably stuck in… but she couldn't tell her cunt that. It badly wanted what Dustin was doing to her. And she felt wonderfully, impossibly weak compared to that warm, wet throb of lust between her thighs.

So she stammered out a helpless "Y-yes," and before she knew it Dustin's fingers were replaced with his big, thick cock as he slid into her from behind. That finally triggered a tiny ghost of a memory for Nora, a vague and drifting hint that some part of her knew exactly what was going to happen the moment she came downstairs, but by then she was too busy cumming to think about it anymore and her brain quickly fogged over into orgasmic indolence for the man fucking her. All she knew was that this was just the beginning… and now that she'd fully surrendered, there were no limits to the pleasure the three of them could experience.

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