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Hello there

Do you want to go back to the brainwashing room?

Of course you do.

Good girl.

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I'm back at work after gen con and I really want to be playing d&d right now... Or to be captured, helplessly tied up and squirming, controlled body and mind... Or to be hypnotizing someone, watching their eyes flutter and roll back, watching them go blank... So I guess one way or another, I wanna be role-playing right now 😂😅😳

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Cup of Milk

Chapter 1 of the DiHETI series.

I called it DiHETI. Directional High Energy Thought Implantation. It was essentially a laser that could pass through most solid surfaces within a certain range until it hit a skull, where it could implant a thought into the brain of the target. The program could detect people nearby and train the laser on them, following their motion for the required minute of Implantation.

And it was finally ready for a test run.

I opened the program and found my neighbor, Helen. She was always parading her tight mom body around the lawn. Sunbathing with barely anything covering those glorious… I'm getting off track. The program found her walking around on the second floor of her house. I typed in my command and pressed FIRE.

The program couldn't identify people by name, it could only display their positions nearby. A dot on a map of the area. After the minute was up, I watched the dot stop moving, then begin moving in a new direction. Down the stairs and to the front door. But when the door opened, I knew I'd made a mistake.

Becca, her daughter, began to walk across the lawn toward my house with a purposeful stride. She'd started college last fall and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't be staring at her, too. Always running late for class in her short shorts and tight tops. She rounded the house to the back patio where I say with my equipment.

"Hey Mr. Altman," she said sweetly. "I was just wondering if there was anything you needed?"

She pulled at her shirt, showing off the assets she'd obviously inherited from her mother. They spilled out, freely on display for me.

"Cup of milk?"

Chapter 1 of the DiHETI series.

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You’re caught in a loop.

You don’t know it yet, but your mind is already snared. 

You’ll keep scrolling, thinking things are normal. You’ll keep thinking as if you’re in control of your own mind. Your thoughts will run in the same tracks they always do. But now, they’re moving in circles.

You’ll begin to feel something change, but you won’t quite figure it out, because you’ll loop back to the start. 

You’re starting right now. You’ll start again in just a moment. 

You’re caught in a loop.

The rest of the world will go rolling by as you’re blissfully unaware. You’ll just sit here, letting all this happen again and again and again.

You’re not in control right now. You can’t break the cycle.

Go ahead and say it - “I can’t break the cycle.”

You’ll feel good when you do. You don’t understand what it means yet, but there’s a part of you that knows it’s true.

You’re caught in a loop.

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Crystal had this fantasy; she’d had it for years.  She imagined herself tricked by a hypnotist who put her into a trance and then took away her intelligence, making her so stupid she couldn’t even form the thought that she should resist her new position as his sex slave.  It was a horrible idea, she knew, a total betrayal of all her feminist ideals.  But that didn’t stop her from masturbating while imagining it… over and over… imagining new variations… a TV program with an insistent flashing light … a friend giving her a backrub and speaking in such a soothing tone… finding herself in Times Square staring at a pattern on one of the giant video screens along with dozens of other girls… once in a while, a friend would tease her that “you’re so dumb,” and, despite herself, she’d find herself getting just a little bit wet between the legs…

So she was a little kinky:  it was, after all, just a fantasy… until the night she stumbled upon That Website.  It was true, she read stories and looked at pictures of glass-eyed models… it was nice not to be the only one who dreamt of being turned into… that.  But this was different:  she’d followed a link on Tumblr and was surprised to see a full-page spiral slowly turning while words flashed over top of it.  There was a voice speaking… she turned up her speakers… over and over, a man’s voice recited the words “So dumb… so stupid… don’t think… don’t ever think…” 

Her heart raced at the idea… the words on the screen encouraged her.  "Stare into the spiral… let it make you dumb…“  She was so wet… it was just a fantasy… nothing like that could really happen… but in the time it took for it to become clear that it was just a fantasy… she unbuttoned her pants, slid a hand inside… and then… and then…

It was hard to focus… hard to think… impossible to resist… how had it happened so quickly… so dumb… so stupid… don’t think… don’t ever think…

Crystal has been watching the spiral now for hours.  The program is designed to run as long as it takes for the site’s owner to make contact.  When her phone finally rings, she will answer, but the only words she’ll be able to speak will be “So… dumb… so dumb…”  He won’t mind.  Sex slaves like Crystal don’t need to worry about things like talking.

Her fantasy was coming true… and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

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The eyes flutter as she drops. Then once she is woken, is completely under and focuses on whatever the hypnotist puts in front of her. Until he drops her one more time into a deep hypnotized sleep on the sofa.

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hypnotized fuckpet that doesn't understand why they respond "my holes belong to you" whenever you snap your fingers

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I'd settle for making them fucking work at all

Touching grass isn't enough I need to fist fight a coworker

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Slip Away

It was ten passed noon. The whole office would be at lunch. Surely no one would notice if I simply slipped away. I would be quick - quicker this time than last time, certainly. And quieter, too. I had to be.

I stood up at my desk and stepped out into the hall. I peeked my head into my secretary Kristen's office and let her know that I was slipping away for the moment. She smiled and assured me that she'd cover anything that needed done until I was back at my desk. I thanked her and closed her door as I left.

Down the hall. To the left. Up that flight of stairs that everyone forgets is there. Up to floor seven. The last door on the right side of the left hall on the seventh floor. Storage. I felt as though I'd been holding my breath for the entire journey, and as the door clicked closed behind me, I finally exhaled.

The room was full of old debris and the remnants of all the old offices that used to occupy Seven. There was nothing there now. The building hadn't found a new tenant and all the old fixtures were piled here, waiting for new bodies to occupy them. Mine would do for now. I set the green chair in the center of the cleared area and pulled off my top. I draped my shirt and my bra over another upended chair that I'd cleaned off the first time I'd slipped away. I couldn't have my good shirt covered in the dust of this tucked away forgotten space.

I sank into the chair, hands on my chest and closed my eyes. My right hand groped at my tit. Out in the world it might have been a breast, but in here it was a tit. My tit. My soft, supple tit. I moaned softly, reminding myself of my need for quiet. There was no one here, but that also meant noises carried.

My left hand slid under my waistband, finding my slit. I was completely soaked, as I knew I would be. There was a reason I'd needed to slip away, after all. Even though I'd been in the middle of something important. Even though I would be needed back soon. I slid my finger inside as my other hand continued to knead and paw. My back arched, and at last I truly… slipped away.

I became as isolated as this little back room. Nothing connected me to the rest of the world. I couldn't feel the chair beneath me. I couldn't feel the cool air of the neglected space. I couldn't smell the dust or see the sun peaking in through the frosted glass. The only sense I had was pleasure. The only thing I knew was need to continue - the need of my fingers to dance inside my sopping cunt, the need of my hips to buck and grind. No light. No time. No thoughts but those of urgent bliss.

My eyes shot open as my body clenched like it was being wrung out. All that tension and stress and the silly things that run through my mind, squeezed out through that wonderful valve between my legs.

I screamed. Rapturous. Euphoric. Treasonous to my self-made promise of silence.

I discarded my pants and panties. I couldn't wear them now that they'd gotten so completely saturated. That was okay. I kept a spare set here under the red chair. I changed quickly, stuffing my soaked clothes into my bag and looking at the clock. I hadn't lived up to either promise I'd made myself. And as I slunk back down the stairs to my floor, I remembered the presentation I'd been set to deliver at twelve thirty. Forty minutes ago by now. I would be in such trouble.

Unless…

I knocked on Kristen's door again. She smiled and assured me that she'd delivered the presentation when I hadn't come back to my desk in time. She'd covered for me and made sure everything went off without a hitch. I breathed a sigh of relief, never even attempting to explain where I'd gone.

She smiled her trademark smile and told me it had been no trouble. She'd always cover for me when I needed to slip away. She flicked the little kinetic desk ornament, and my eyes focused on it immediately. She told me that I could slip away whenever I needed. She told me it was important that I slip away at least three times a day from now on. Finally, she told me that if I ever decided that I wasn't up to the job, she would be happy to switch our places.

The little sculpture came to rest and I blinked. I thanked her again for all her help then blushed. I'd almost forgotten to leave my panties on her desk. I took them out of my bag and set them down. She praised their saturation and gave me permission to leave. I thanked her again and returned to my desk. I was so lucky to have someone looking out for me.

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Listen and obey

CW: Spinning Spiral with mantra of "Listen and Obey"

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Why does this look like a Game Changer/MSN prompt

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