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Outdoors in Tights

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Well, I wasn't left the complimentary sex slaves in my hotel room when I checked in this weekend. I am very upset, I had to go and get my own for my stay.

#whereismine

#sexslaves

#Hilton

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Break the Cycle

Angela was a product of her upbringing. Harsh and cruel were the only parenting styles she knew. Her father had beaten her. Her mother had belittled her. And so now, in her mind, that is what being a parent looked like.

So when she'd had Lily, she behaved in the way she'd been shown was effective. After all, she'd grown up just fine, hadn't she? Of course, if you asked Lily, no. Angela hadn't grown up fine. She'd grown up cruel and cowardly and incapable of warmth. She'd never taken the time to imagine a world where her own daughter didn't need to feel the shame and hurt that Angela had felt growing up.

She couldn't fathom it. Her mind was just too closed off to other experiences. But as Lily grew up, she could imagine it. She saw a whole alternate world where her mother had looked inward and learned. Lily resolved to break the cycle. When she had a child, she would be warm and kind and forgiving.

Lily is great that way. Ever since we started dating, I've seen that determination to change the things she can and accept that her mother cannot. Me? I'm a little more ambitious. I think we don't need to wait another generation to break the cycle. I think anyone is capable of change. Even Angela. Even now.

That why for Christmas this year, I bought her a meditation kit. A candle with an exposed flame. A couple sticks of incense. And most importantly, a CD loaded with subliminal messages. She was always into this kind of stuff. And so when I smelled the incense burning and heard the music playing, I knew I had her.

An hour passed before I let myself into her room. We were set to leave in the morning, so it had to be now. Her eyes were glazed. Her breathing was shallow. I asked if she could hear me and she nodded slowly.

For the first time, I realized how sexy she was. The malice I felt at the way she'd treated my Lily felt secondary to the incredible way she looked so peaceful and relaxed. So open to my suggestions. All I'd intended to do was change her attitude a bit. But now, seeing her so vulnerable...

I pulled off her nightgown. No bra underneath. And I knew then I'd made the right choice. Her body was beyond compare. Better even than that of her daughter's. And so I began to tell her about her new desires. She would be kind. She wouulld be open-minded. She would be forgiving. All part of the plan. But she would also be flirtatious. She would be seductive. And she would be completely enamored with me. She'd do anything to get me in bed. She'd do anything to keep it secret from Lily. And she'd do anything I asked her to.

"I will be available to you anytime, anywhere," she said flatly as her vacant eyes stared ahead. "I am your hypnotized mother-in-law slut. You command, and I obey."

This Christmas I'd intended to give Lily the gift of a second chance with Angela. I'd ended up giving the best gift of all to myself.

"Lay back and wake up, Angie. It's time to show me how much you've changed."

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Who Is This?

Cynthia sat in her hotel room waiting for her daughter to finish getting ready. She didn't like to buy into the stereotype about women taking forever to leave the house but Lydia sure did put her skepticism to the test. She'd been out of the shower for an hour now, and they weren't planning on going anywhere special. What on Earth could the girl be doing.

Cynthia flipped to channel five, then six, then forty, then eighty-nine. She'd memorized every channel this hotel had to offer before she finally stood up and shut the monitor off. That's when she heard Lydia's voice through the door that connected their rooms. Soft and hushed as if trying to be secretive.

Cynthia was confused now. Her daughter had long since grown passed the phase of keeping things from her. Cynthia had met several of Lydia's boyfriends through the years. What could she be trying to keep hidden now?

"Yes," her daughter's voice said softly. "I understand."

Cynthia listened at the door, knowing it was an invasion of privacy. But her curiosity was piqued beyond rationality.

"Yes, sir."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow. A boss, maybe? Why was work calling her on vacation?

"Yes, sir. I've done as you commanded. I have not masturbated in forty-seven days, sir. Thank you, sir."

Cynthia's entire body flushed at the comment. She pulled her ear away from the door, eyes wide and chastising herself for eavesdropping. What her daughter did in the privacy of her life and her room was simply none of her business.

But after ten minutes of pacing, Cynthia simply couldn't shake the image from her mind. It had taken root so quickly, and - as with all thoughts you try to force from your imagination - it just continued to play and sharpen. An image of Lydia splayed on the bed, groping her breasts but refusing to touch her oh so needy slit.

Finally, she returned to listening at the door, hopeful that the conversation had moved on and focusing on that would drive the images from her mind. Or perhaps hoping for more.

"I pledge my pleasure only to you, Master."

Cynthia's nipples tightened, her pussy suddenly soaked. But despite the rush of arousal, she decided that she'd heard enough. She flung the door open to find Lydia laying on the bed in the exact position she'd spent the last few moments trying not to picture: legs spread, kneading her tits, causing a puddle to form on the bedspread beneath her sopping… wet… tasty-looking… cunt.

And beside her head, her cell phone on speaker.

Cynthia grabbed it, trying not to look at her daughter or think about the implications of the thoughts she was having. Through all the intrusions, Lydia hadn't even acknowledged her mother's presence.

"Who is this?" she demanded. "What have you done to my daughter?"

"Cynthia," a deep and somehow familiar voice said through the phone. "Have you forgotten me so easily? Remember your Master."

Immediately, Cynthia's mind dropped into warm, perfect darkness.

"I hear and I obey, Master."

Cynthia pulled down her dress, exposing her tits so that she could better play with them as he spoke.

"I can't believe you forgot the reason for your trip, Cynthia. But you are just a dumb blonde."

"Yes, Master," she moaned.

It all came back to her in an instant. She and her daughter topless in front of the webcam. Agreeing to book a trip to their Master's hometown. Agreeing to never to pleasure themselves until they could do so in his presence. Agreeing to watch the spiral every single night before bed. Agreeing to forget.

"Today is the day, Cynthia. Lydia knows the way I want to find you when I arrive. Follow her lead."

"Yes, Master."

The phone beeped lightly as he hung up. Cynthia dropped the phone and returned to her own room. She stripped down and lay on her bed the same way her daughter lay: legs open and staring blankly at the ceiling. And as her hands rose up to grope her chest, she began to imagine the spiral in her mind. Soon he would be here to claim what had been his for weeks.

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When the new Management took over the Company, changes were put in place.  Not all of them unwelcome. For example, the dress code was changed yet the employees were excited to find out that their pay had increased to account for this, as well as vouchers for visits to the new Salon nearby. What Company actually pays for you to get a relaxing Salon treatment during your workday?  A Company that cares for you.

 Another change was the installation of an office-wide communication and information system with speakers placed throughout the building.  This allowed for important announcements to be broadcast to all employees as well as news reports and relaxing musical selections all day long.  Everyone particularly enjoyed the musical selections finding them very pleasant to listen to and actually helping them focus on their tasks and making them more productive… 

Furthermore…what? Oh, that… yes…that particular chime signals it is time for all employees to freshen their makeup… After all, proper employees must project the right image at all times…don’t you agree?  Of course.  Just  a bit of lipstick now…that’s right…feel it smoothly glide over your lips��swirling around your mouth…  Proper employees must have their hair, clothing and makeup just so…isn’t that right?  

And you DO want to be a Proper employee

don’t you?

For a Company that cares…

for you

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Hypno gifs of women wearing ties falling asleep

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[Unknown] knew she still had a name, somehow.

It was sequestered, buried deep under an endless tapestry of mental static, and had largely faded away — but it was still there. At least, for the next few weeks.

In some unimportant ragment of her mind, though, she knew that it was being erased from existence. [Unknown] couldn’t recall how or why, only that if she tried to think deeply about it, whatever it was would fade further away. So she didn’t.

She couldn’t recall almost anything of her previous life, at this point. The Hunger had taken it away, dissolving it all into a meaningless mush. 

The Hunger…it ruled over her existence as an insatiable, unthinking urge. Every day was spent indulging in its sole purpose, pleasing and submitting to anyone who asked. It did not discriminate nor prioritize; it only sought the pleasure of those who asked. When nobody else was present, there was always itself to satisfy.

To [Unknown], the Hunger was all-important. Always had been, always would be. Its corruption was seen as gospel, with its need being the highest virtue. Everything else had long ceased to exist, having been swept away and forgotten.

Everything, that is, except her name — and despite the nearly-invisible fear that radiated out through the static, [Unknown] waited for the day when she would dissolve forever.

Increasingly, it couldn’t wait.

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If I don't get to masterbate in the morning I can be such a bitch all day. So for your own safety....

Morning inspiration….

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Me every day lol

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Sometimes, you just gotta enjoy a classic. Anyone up for listening to some music...?

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I think you should all look at the art of Sardax.

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