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There used to be more to her. Hopes, ambitions, fears, decisions, stress...

He took all that from her, and left her as something better.

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Deeply entranced

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THE EDGE-O-NATOR 6000

Taking extreme edging automation to the next level!

The EN6 is a full body suit that fits your form perfectly. It tightens around any body shape, like a friendly full body hug.

It’s 6000 Nerve Nodes™️ keep every inch of your skin stimulated while the Pleasure Cup™️ rubs your clit. Built in nipple tweakers will keep your teats sensitive and erect.

The Stimware™️ is programmed by your owner giving you flawless edging to meet your training needs and the anti orgasm sensors mean you’ll never cum.

Mixed with the audio headset your owner can help program you to be the best Bimbo, Slave, Whore or whatever he wants you to be.

Edging is important. Edging is fun. Edging keeps you beautiful. Never ever cum.

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Pink!

"What's your favorite color?"

It was such a simple question. But Rosie's mind went blank and she stared dumbly. Somehow red came to mind, like the flash from that wand. Or was it blue like the boy she sorta remembered? Maybe green like the eyeshadow she had put on?

Slowly, as she fluffed her hair, it came to her. It was the color of her plump lips. The tint of her long acrylic nails. The shade of her cotton-candy hair. Even her name was given cuz of her fave color!

"Pink!" she answered gleefully. It was obviously the perfect color for a bimbo like her.

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Resting Blank Face

"Don't look so shocked dear. You were always going to make a delightful bimbo. Your eagerness to please. A low libido just begging to be turned up to an 11. All that intelligence just waiting to slooooowly drain out of your pretty little head. Plus that soft face and flat chest of yours was the perfect canvas on which to create a busty little sex kitten. I suppose it is adorable to see you so stunned and stunning looking, it's such a nice change from that natural scowl your resting bitch face used to take on. But is your mind so far gone that this is really a surprise to you?"

"Oh, like, I'm not surprised at all! This is just, like, my natural facial expression. Its, like, resting blank face!" *GIGGLE*

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Eco Warrior

I can't believe the nerve of those corporate jerks! All we were doing was peacefully protesting their evil company and they threw this gross sticky chemical stuff all over me! I should wash it off but I need the evidence for when I go to the cops tomorrow. It's infuriating how they think they can just silence us like that. But you know what? This won't stop me. I'll fight even harder now. We're in this together, and we're going to make sure they're held accountable for the damage they've done to people and the environment.

Change of plans with going to the cops, I woke up to find the chemicals had soaked into my skin. They haven’t left any evidence in me. I guess I should be thankfully. Although I think they may have contributed to this tan I have now. But that's not the point right now. I need to focus on getting to the new protest today. We can't let their tactics deter us. We have to keep standing up against their injustices and fighting for what's right. Let's get out there and make our voices heard again.

You won't believe how well the protest went today. Our voices were louder than ever, and it felt like a turning point. But here's the craziest part – those corporate guys actually came over to apologize for splashing me with chemicals! Can you believe that? They said it was a mistake and that they want to make amends. They even offered me a role as a protest liaison within their company. It's wild, right? I'm torn though. Part of me wants to take the chance to make change from the inside, but another part worries it might just be a ploy. What do you think babe?

So, I just got back from my first day as a protest liaison, and I'm kind of surprised. The corporation is actually really nice, and they went out of their way to make me feel welcome. They even gave me a bunch of free makeup, creams, and lotions to try, as a way to show their products aren't harmful. I've already put some on, and I have to admit, they feel pretty good. They make my body tingle all over, especially my boobs. Bigger? No I don’t so. It's probably just the outfit I'm wearing today. I think you just like what you see, mmmm come closer baby.

It's frustrating to deal with some of my protestor friends calling me a scab and a corporate shill just because I'm working with the corporation now. I have no sympathy for their attitude. If they can't see that I'm trying to make a positive change from within, then that's their problem. Honestly, it feels like jealousy more than anything. I mean, the corporation even gave me a raise already and has let me use all their products for free. That must mean I'm doing something they value. Plus I’m sure it doesn’t help that I look so much better then them now as well. The company’s products really are like magic. Mmmm all this talk of how good I look I’d getting me in the mood, take off your pants.

Like my new car? My company bought it for me for doing such a good job. Protest liaison? No they’ve moved me into marketing and sales where I’m excelling. It helps that I’m a walking billboard for them. As for the protest, honestly, I don't really care about it anymore. Things change, priorities shift. This is where I am now, and I've got better things to focus on than those who still think shouting on the streets will make a difference. It's all about playing the game right, and clearly, I'm winning. So, if you'll excuse me, I've got more important matters to attend to than the past.

Ugh, those protestors are getting on my nerves. Yesterday, they nearly ruined my new fur coat as I was walking into work. Can you believe their audacity? Pathetic losers, the lot of them. I need to find some muscle to deal with them, get them out of my way once and for all. It's like they're stuck in a never-ending cycle of futile resistance. Well, I won't let them stand in my way or mess with what I've built. I am vice president now after all, I deserve respect. Time to take control and show them the real power of influence.

Oh, look at you now. Splashing you with those chemicals did wonders, didn't it? Just like they did to me. Of course at first I had no idea the chemicals were changing me into the mega bitch you see before you but once I realized what my companies products were doing to me, I couldn’t get enough. It’s so hawt to see the concentrated formula change you so quickly. You've become quite the imposing figure, muscular and mean. It's good to see loyalty in action. From now on, you're my enforcer. Those protestors won't stand a chance with you by my side. Let's make sure they understand that challenging me comes at a price. Together, we'll show them what happens when they fuck with me.

You know what? It turns out, it was a much better plan to turn those protestors into my new executive board. All it took was a little splash of those chemicals, and their loyalty was sealed. With them backing me, it was easy to ascended to the position of CEO. Funny how things work out, isn't it? They thought they were fighting against me, but now they're working for me. It's a powerful reminder that sometimes, the best way to bring about change is from the inside. And now, I've got the influence and control I've always wanted. Make less products? No dear we’re doubling our output now, I want an army.

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The Necklace

Staring at the glimmering necklace in my hand, a wave of conflicting thoughts sweeps over me. It's Claire's old necklace, the one she used to become an evil bitch. She lost it weeks ago and has since been nothing but nice to everyone but how did it turn up in my locker? The magic it holds is undeniable, promising beauty and popularity beyond my wildest dreams. But the whispers in my mind, the warnings I've read about its evil power, are equally strong.

I've always been the dorky, book-loving girl in the background. The one who's invisible to everyone except when they want help with their homework. Plain old Izzy. And now, this necklace, this cursed artifact, offers me the chance to change everything. To finally be noticed, to have the admiration I've secretly craved.

Yet, a gnawing feeling deep within me reminds me how the necklace twisted Claire, turned her into someone cruel and heartless. Is the allure of popularity worth sacrificing my kindness, my integrity? Can I really trust that the necklace won't change who I am at my core?

I imagine a future where I wear the necklace, where people look at me in awe, where I'm the center of attention. The thought sends a thrill down my spine, but it's immediately followed by the image of the necklace's dark aura, slowly seeping into my very being, altering me in ways I can't even comprehend.

As I hold the necklace, my heart races with the weight of my decision. The choice before me feels monumental, a crossroads that could forever define who I become. Do I dare risk my soul for a taste of the life I've always envied? Or do I stay true to myself, even if it means remaining in the shadows?

Taking a deep breath, I make up my mind. With the necklace dangling from my hand, I convince myself that I can withstand its dark influence. I've always prided myself on my strength of will, my determination to stay true to my values. Surely, I can resist the allure of its darkness.

As I fasten the clasp and the necklace rests against my skin, a strange warmth envelops me. I glance into the mirror and see my reflection, watching in awe as my appearance begins to change. My features become more refined, my skin seems to glow, and my eyes sparkle with an otherworldly radiance.

My hair lightens, my skin clears any imperfections, my eyesight improves enough to take off my glasses. The necklace is weaving its magic, transforming me into someone I never thought I could be. I'm beautiful. People will notice me now. The excitement courses through me, filling me with an intoxicating mix of emotions.

But even as I admire the changes, a whisper of power creeps into my thoughts. I can feel a subtle shift in my thoughts. It's like a door creaking open to a realm I've never ventured into before. Images flash in my mind—scenes of power, dominance, and control. Dark thoughts creep in, almost as if they're whispered by a sinister presence.

I see myself walking through the school hallways, a confident smirk on my lips and a hand on my hip. My steps are purposeful, and my gaze is unwavering as I pass by groups of students. But it's not the old me anymore. It's a version of myself that takes pleasure in wielding authority, relishing in the fear and admiration that radiate from those around me.

I imagine myself confronting Claire with a newfound confidence. No longer am I the timid girl she once tormented; now, I'm the one asserting dominance. Cruel words drip from my lips, cutting deep and leaving wounds that never fully heal. The thrill of having the upper hand, of finally exacting revenge, sends shivers of excitement down my spine and begins to make my pussy wet.

In this dark vision, I witness myself manipulating situations, exploiting others' weaknesses, and watching them bend to my will. It's a power I've never experienced before, and it both fascinates and terrifies me. The allure of being feared and respected is undeniable, even if it comes at the cost of my own compassion.

Yet, as the images unfold, a twinge of guilt tugs at my conscience. I remember the friends who stood by me, the moments of kindness that defined who I used to be. The darkness that this necklace carries becomes more palpable, a heavy fog that clouds my judgment and distorts my sense of morality. As I grapple with these thoughts, I realize that the necklace's power isn't just changing my appearance—it's testing the very core of who I am.

As my inner struggle intensifies, a strange sensation ripples through me, starting from the necklace and radiating outward. It's as if the necklace itself is responding to my wavering thoughts, amplifying its influence over me. My heart races as I feel an undeniable surge of energy coursing through my veins.

I glance into the mirror, and my breath catches in my throat as I witness even more of its transformative power unfolding before my eyes. My hair, already lightened, shimmers with newfound luster. It's as if each strand has been kissed by starlight, catching the light in a mesmerizing dance of colors. It’s thicker and blonder than any girl I know.

My lips, once soft and unassuming, are now plumper, more inviting, a shade of deep crimson that demands attention. They part slightly as if inviting someone to come closer, to be captivated by the allure that now emanates from me. I can’t help thinking to myself that they would look perfect wrapped around a big cock.

My nails, delicate before, now gleam and standout. They're longer, perfectly manicured, and adorned with a shade of pink that is sure to standout. My mind wanders as I look at them imagining how good it would feel to click my fingers and have loyal betas fall in line behind me.

As I take in the full image, I can hardly believe my eyes. My breasts, once modest, now boasts a fuller and more captivating shape. They inflate bigger than even Claire used to have, snapping my B cup bra causing it to fall out of my shirt to the ground. They are large and perky and somehow defy the laws of gravity. I’ll never need a bra again I think to myself with a satisfied smirk.

Even my clothes seem to shift in response to the transformation. The fabric hugs my curves in all the right places, accentuating my figure in ways I never thought possible. There's an undeniable air of elegance and allure about the ensemble.

In this moment of dazzling beauty, I'm faced with an even greater inner conflict. The temptation to fully embrace this newfound power tugs at me, but the warnings of the necklace's malevolence are stronger than ever. As I stand on the precipice of a new identity, I'm forced to confront the reality that the necklace's allure may come at a cost that I'm not prepared to pay.

As I stand before the mirror, my transformed self radiating an otherworldly allure, a wicked grin slowly spreads across my lips. The rush of power surges through me, and I revel in it, savoring every delicious moment. The doubts that once plagued my mind are now nothing more than distant echoes, drowned out by the intoxicating allure of the necklace's malevolent magic.

Gone are the days when I would be the unnoticed, the overlooked. No longer will I be the victim, the one pushed around and tormented. Now, I am the embodiment of beauty and power, the queen of this pathetic school. The world shall bow before me, and I shall command it with an iron will.

My eyes meet their reflection in the mirror, and they blaze with a newfound fire. No longer timid or uncertain, they now hold the gaze of a goddess, a ruler of destinies. I run my fingers through my shimmering hair, reveling in its silken texture, each strand a testament to my transformation from the shadows to the spotlight.

With a confident sway of my hips, I saunter across the room, the fabric of my clothes caressing my curves as I move. Every step I take exudes an air of superiority, of arrogance, as if I am destined to rule and dominate. I relish in the attention that this new persona commands, the way eyes follow my every movement, captivated by the force of my presence.

I raise my hand and admire my nails, now long and sharp, symbolizing my newfound power. They are a symbol of my ascendancy, of my transition from the sidelines to the throne. The darkness that once whispered the temptation of power now sings a triumphant melody in my ears, reassuring me that I am the embodiment of its desires. Letting me know that I sought me out.

I am no longer the girl who hides in the shadows, who cowers in the face of adversity. I am the embodiment of beauty and power, and I will take what is rightfully mine. The world will remember my name, and they will bow before my magnificence. They will learn to serve the wicked Isabella.

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I'm not a hypno-fetishist

I'd give up sex if I had to choose between sex and hypnosis... but triggers the whole musical chairs of: "stand, sit, sleep, freeze," is not alluring to me. Not if the hypnotist is just running through the motions of playing with buttons.

I'm not especially geeky either, I tend to date geeks; but I'm girly and technophobic to say the least , so most of the tropes are not things I really identify with. I just find myself thinking: "Why???" If the products good why does it need gimmicks?

So I guess that makes me a purist. It's just a matter of taste. Sometimes I wish I could get off on the smaller things, and perhaps with future experiences I will come to enjoy the cliche-things when I associate them with a special person. Finger-snaps are one of these things. I disliked it and then I came to like it. That's a good change. The change gave me another thing I can enjoy. I don't mind being changed when it brightens my world and opens up more opportunity for enjoyment.

A lot of my friends are hypno-fetishists. I seem to collect somnophiliacs. Everybody likes me a bit more when I'm vacant or unconscious. I'm not really sure how to take that.

I'm very symptomatic in trance, I go slack and glassy eyed and blink frequently, but I never seem to fall over, the way I have seen others do when the same techniques are applied by the same tists. I think I like the eyes-open trances with eye-contact because it feel intimate.

One thing I notice about hypnosis fantasy stories is that it rarely captures what that blank, empty, surrendered-autonomy-state feels like to me. It always reads as a bit tragic, that the hypnotee is somehow losing something, maybe Identity. Rather than gaining something. It feels like discovery. It feels like a gain. It feels better. It feels free and fulfilling.That is what hypnosis feels like.

I remember at University my friend took some kind of psychoactive one evening and spent the whole night telling us "the answer is in the toothpaste". We never actually figured out what this meant, but he at the time clearly believed this was a moment of epiphany and transcendence. That is how being inside that thoughtless state can feel. The loss of thinking isn't actually a huge loss. I don't think it's actually that vital to my core-self because I am still me in trance. I'm actually a more true version of me.

In the early days of experimenting with hypnosis I used to ask Tists to ask me questions in trance because often there were lots of things I didn't consciously know the answer to. My analytical mind has been rewarded throughout the education system to balance one argument with another. I often get lost in the cognitive task of seeing the pro's and cons and not arriving at any decisive conclusion. I think it's probably why I lean submissive.

In trance you can get answers. We got some answers that surprised me. Even at the time my blog was popular as a bimbo-blog; I discovered I still always identify more as the sub-slave type. I'm D/s- surendery-doll at heart. I know I picked it as my tumblr handle, but it genuinely surprised me that my brain chooses that role even when I'm being rewarded for wearing pink and taking selfies, giggling and not being my own vision of slave-girl elegance or poise.

You can really know your own mind in trance, but sometimes it's nice to put the thinking down and be blank. I'm not sure there is any other way to surrender quite like letting somebody bind your mind so it is completely locked in place , focussing exactly where you are told to focus.

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You do almost all of the sucking around here.

Get the BrainPump 5 and let the machine suck out everything but good girl training and smiles.

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The Convention

“Try to calm down! I completely understand what you’re saying. Your girlfriend tricked you. She told you this was an auto-closet where you’d be able to get a cool costume for the convention.

I mean, she wasn’t completely wrong. This is booth that’ll automatically dress up up in a cool outfit. But like, did you not see all the signs saying girls only? There’s a massive Femme-X banner just there! They’re literally the sponsors.

What do I mean? Well, in addition to those robotic arms dressing you up, gluing on a wig and shining up your skin, you’ve also been exposed to a massive amount of Femme-X infused gas! Like, why else did you think there were so many hotties walking around today?!

I can’t just change you back! I mean, I could take back the clothes but I doubt your old outfit will fit now. Femme-X isn’t for men… thus all the signs. It’s completely untested for guys. It could do nothing at all, or it could literally turn you into a living sex doll… forever.

Yeah you’ve got tits. Wait til you see what’s not between your legs. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed given how tight that leotard is.

I mean, it might wear off? Or you might be stuck like this. Your girlfriend got you to sign all the waivers so like, this is on you. Listen, there’s a bit of a queue so I’m going to have to go.

If it’s any consolation, Femme-X are posting pictures of the best dressed girls online. Just think about all the attention you’re going to get.”

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Just stare, don’t blink.

Edge hard, don’t think.

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Her Rightful Place

What do you think of the new me Mommy? Don't I look sooo hot now, much better than that fat slob I was before, Step Daddy Chris helped me evolve into my next stage of life as a proper woman. One that understands the importance of her looks and how to use them. One that knows her place by her mans side, and knows to always do as he says.

Unlike you Mom, you never listen to Chris do you? You wouldn't listen when he told you I needed to work on myself, or when he told you he had a way to fix me without needing to to do that work. Admit it Mother you wanted me to be a fat ugly loser so you could feel better about yourself, because face it, your lucky Daddy spent so long with such a mediocre woman like you.

That's why we've decided I'll be moving into the master bedroom with Daddy, while you take my old room and become our live in maid. But don't worry Ruth, we're not totally evil so we'll still allow you to please Daddy when he's feeling aroused while I'm out working at the club.

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Louisa Khovanski

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