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AI Art

I get the allure of AI images, of being able to type whatever you want and get art a moment later. But seriously people, they hurt real artists and pollute the world.

They also look way shittier than an imperfect photo. Give me real life over what a computer sees anyway.

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hot corruption

Cum to the darkside...

They knelt together on Alison’s bedroom floor, collared and uniformed, their leashes dangling from the connecting hoops on the collars.  Symbolism had power; symbolism contained meaning.  Melissa knew that accepting her collar that day would lead to a deeper understanding of the changes in Alison, but she could never have imagined it would lead to this.

“Keep looking,”  Alison urged Melissa, her tone cool and calm and utterly reasonable.

“But...”  Protested Melissa as Alison held the phone up, the screen already filled with the never ending swirl that had taken them this far. 

“Shhh,”  Alison hushed her.  “You already dress like me, right?  There’s no point in denying that you loved me rolling the body stocking up your body.  I heard your little whimpers and felt you squirm.  Why stop there?” The question seemed so reasonable.  So normal. 

“You can think like me; act like me.   You can become the sister I’ve always wanted - the twin I’ve always craved.”

That was the brainwashing talking, Alison was sure of it.  Before Alison had started distancing herself, she had never mentioned the need or want for more family.  No desires of an extra sister beyond the two she already had, still living at home.

Alison’s sisters…

For a brief moment, Melissa found herself breaking free.  Just for a moment.  Christ, what was Alison capable of in this frame of mind?   Could the brainwashing twist her enough that she would inflict the same onto her own family?

“Don’t do this...”    Alison swallowed hard, trying to find the words of denial she knew she should be protesting with.  Even this far down the rabbit hole of submission, there was still part of her that felt guilty about how easily it had proven for Alison to corrupt her.

Thoughts of surrender brushed against Alison’s mind, stoking the need. She shivered, her inside clenching in hedonistic delight as she continued to stare, euphoria spilling out from her brain and into the entirety of her being.  This was better than sex.  Better than any drug she had experimented with.  Better than the adrenaline rush from the rollercoasters she liked to ride, or gaining the attention of that one guy she had imagined bedding whilst she let the music take her on the dance floor. 

All she had to do was look away.

Just look away and she could save everyone…

…save everyone.

“You know, it’s touching that you’re still resisting,”  Alison continued, interrupting Melissa’s attempts to break herself fully out of the trance.  “That you think you can rescue me; rescue us both.   But it’s already inside of us, now.   Can you feel it?”

”Yes,”  Melissa said softly.  “You know I can…”

…you put this inside of me,  She wanted to say - to accuse.  But nothing escaped her lips.  It was simply easier to focus back on the spiral and let that hot, angry thought slip away.

It had been in the files - all those relaxation files Alison had introduced Melissa too, insisting they could help her beat back the stress of college.  Help her empty out her mind and focus.  Help her become the very best student she could be.  Help-

“You know, it’s cute.”  Alison interrupted.

“Huh...?” Melissa responded, only-half aware of her own question. 

“The way you furrow your eyebrows when you think,”  Alison continued.  “It lets me know you’re still not there - still not fully under.   But that’s okay, it leaves me other avenues to ensure your compliance.”

 A kiss to Melissa’s cheek; a hand stopping her from turning - from looking away.

It had been this way for hours now, Alison turning confusion and doubt into certainty, acting as the voice of the spiral.   Melissa suspected that given the hundreds of hours of exposure to the program sitting on Alison’s phone, she had been twisted into being an extension of the program - an evangelising pastor, willing to turn anyone into her flock if they would listen.

“It has let me go,”  Alison murmured, planting another kiss on Melissa.  “For now.  The program is rewarding me - allowing me to experience the joy of breaking you. Of initialising you.” 

Anticipation trickled down Melissa’s spine, even as she acknowledged the distant self-recrimination that floated at the borders of the trance she found herself in.  Alison was too far gone; too deeply under the sway of the brainwashing.   God, Melissa had been an idiot for not informing someone else before confronting Alisson.

Before she had been triggered.

Before she had drooled her mind away, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth to dribble down her chin and splash onto her chest.

Melissa couldn’t even remember the trigger word used, only the head rush as the world receded around her, her mind fixating on the screen like a pointer dog fixated on prey.   It had felt wonderful, magnificent even as the pleasure consumed her, eating her alive and repaying her with the ever increasing need to keep staring and let herself disappear into the ever increasing haze.

Until Alison had decided to wake her back up again.

Uniformed.

Enraptured.

Unable to break away from the pretty patterns and swirls, even as she felt something being built deep inside of her.  Another version of her developing, ready to rise up and take over ownership of her body.

The problem being that Melissa wasn’t even sure she disliked the idea.  Whatever had been implanted into her had managed to subvert her needs, twisting them against her.  Her clit ached at the thought of the corrupted Melissa taking her place, strutting around and tricking all of her friends into joining them in servitude to the brainwashing.

“I know you admire me,”  Alison purred, her voice husky with promise.  “I know you like the way I dress; like my no-shits attitude; the way I take what I want, when I want.”

Embarrassment almost broke the spiral's hold over Melissa, halting the inroads it was making into her mind.  For a fleeting moment, the tingling pleasure and need to submit receded,  the first fleeting motes of true free-thought in hours.

“I…”  She began, voicing a subconscious need to protest.  The final dregs of her resistance rising up.

“Nuh-huh, listen to your idol and keep watching.  Let the program in, honey,”  Alison commanded, nuzzling against Melissa’s ear.  Alison’s hand found its way between Melissa’s legs, gently teasing Melissa’s sex beneath the bodystocking and the panties in between.  

It was enough - enough to make Melissa moan and fixate on the teasing wrongness of what was being done to her, any thoughts of resistance or escape dribbling out from between her legs to dampen her panties. 

“We’re going to be twinned, you and I,”  Alison promised.  “It will take a long, long glorious time, but I’m going to help you shed that good girl persona that you have going on and replace it with something better suited to hanging out with the others.  All those bad, naughty others who have already been infected and brought into the fold.”

Melissa gasped, the idea of being transformed into Alison’s alt-girl twin tickling her clit in ways she hadn’t thought possible.   The idea hadn’t been in her system before that moment, but now it was...  

Yes, she liked it. 

The potential to be strutting her stuff beside Alison, almost indistinguishable from her in all the ways that mattered.  Just a carbon copy, pastel pink Goth ready to make everyone else’s life a living hell.  She shuddered, almost cumming at the thought.  She wanted it so badly:  to give up the struggle of day-to-day existence and just embrace the pleasure of being:  no worries, concerns, or pesky morality.  

Just pure obedience to brainwashing.

“There it is,”  Alison said softly.  “I can see the acceptance bleeding into your eyes.  I’m going to have so much fun giving you the makeover you deserve.   You’re going to make such a hot bitch.”

“Yes…“  Melissa hissed through clenched teeth, the darkness reaching up from inside of her.  

“We’ll go get matching tattoos,”  Alison promised.

“Yes.” “Matching piercings.” “Yes!” “Wear the same make up, dye our hair to match…” Melissa was so close.  So very close.  She just wanted to keep staring and let the moment happen.  To doom herself by inaction and guarantee her fall.

“And once we’re finished, we can move onto Maddie,”  Alison promised.

Sweet, innocent Maddie.

Pretty little Maddie.

Alison pressed more firmly against Melissa’s sex, never altering pace.

“Good girl,”  She whispered.  “Just let it go and we can work on Maddie like I worked on you.”

The twist in Melissa’s became a kink, the kink shearing her thoughts apart as she came, her eyes rolling upwards to reveal their whites, a wordless gasp of ecstasy escaping her lips as something new and entirely more interesting welded itself in place of her broken thoughts.

Bad girl Maddie, objectified and leaving nothing to the imagination. 

“When do we begin?”  Melissa asked, a new hunger spreading throughout her as she relished the idea of turning the others, one by one. 

“As soon as you want,”  Alison replied with a smirk, before kissing her new sister on the lips…

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“Careful toy. I’m not going to be good for you.” Your hypnotist said, leaning forwards, eyes glittering dangerously. “I own things until they’re all used up, and drained. And then, they’re useless to me. I throw them out.” Their hand brushed over your thigh.

Their heat was intoxicating. Their gaze was impossible to pull away from. “But you don’t mind, do you? You want to feel that intensity. That passion. Melting your thoughts into mindlessness. Where you can’t think. Just following my commands. My good toy.”

Your brain fluttered, their words tugging on your awareness. They knew how powerful they were. How easily their voice could get you to make… Decisions you wouldn’t normally make. “That’s it, toy. You want this. You want to be silly, and stupid.”

Their hand travelled higher up your thigh. Their eyes were burning into yours. You could see their inviting smile in your peripheral vision. Your mind stumbled. You stopped caring, you didn’t want this to end. “That’s right. My good toy. Just sink, and obey.”

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Bad Girls

The following story was first available on my Patreon. To support my writing please consider supporting me on Patreon so I can continue to provide fictional hypno-kink.

Thank you to all my supporters.

- Hypno S

Miss Henderson sighed. She was new at the school, fresh out of teaching college and so she was not that much older than the kids that she was teaching. Especially at this school, which had a reputation in the city for being the one with the most delinquents, where kids stayed extra years to get their high school diplomas long after most students had graduated and gone on to the real world.

Having grown up and attended the high school across town, where people graduated on time and the police rarely had to come and arrest anyone for dealing drugs, the change in scenery was difficult to adjust to.

There were hallways here that she'd been warned not to go down without another teacher, or one of the school's security guards. At first she'd thought this was an exaggeration, but after hearing some of the stories that other teacher's told she'd been careful. These hallways ended up being the homes of various groups of kids, all over the age of eighteen who should have graduated long ago. Some were dealing drugs, others doing other things and no matter what the security, cops, or Principal did the problem never seemed to stop.

Kick one kid out and another would take their place.

Today however she was already running late for the staff meeting, and going around the hallway that was home to the school's clique of 'bad girls' was going to add too much time on. So she marshalled her courage, and tried walking with authority down the hall. Her back straight, posture prim, and looking like she was not afraid of anything.

She could feel eyes on her, as a number of the girls loitering in the hall watched her. There were some whistles and cat calls, which were odd to hear coming from fellow women. Still she persisted, moving slowly and doing her best not to hurry and betray her nervousness.

One of the girls who'd been leaning casually against a locker straightened, then moved towards her, shoving her forcefully against the wall. Caught off guard Miss Henderson yelped in surprise, hitting the locked solidly. The sound of metal silenced conversations going on in the hallway as all eyes turned towards the teacher and the girl who had shoved her who was now standing toe to toe with the teacher, blocking her in against the locker.

"This is our hallway," the student said, "girls only."

"I'm a woman," Miss Henderson said, and then added, "and a teacher."

"Nah, teachers are men. You're just a bitch," the student countered.

"I am a teacher and if you don't let me passed I'll have you expelled. I'm sure you need to be here for some reason, and I'm sure graduating is your goal. Assaulting a teacher puts an end to that," the teacher said trying to sound firm.

There were 'poohs' from the onlooking crowd. The student smirked, "What's your name if you're a girl and allowed down this hall?"

"Miss Henderson," she said.

"Nah, I said that's a bitch's name, bitch. You want by you gotta be a girl, what's your name," the girl said staring intently into Miss Henderson's eyes.

"Katherine," Miss Henderson said.

"Katie," the girl said, as if correcting the teacher.

"Yes," the teacher said, not caring too much if the girl shortened her name, at this point she just wanted to move on.

"See Katie, that's better," cooed the woman her eyes deep and brown. For the first time Miss Henderson noticed the perfume she was wearing was sweet, and her voice was deep and throaty, seductive and soothing. In another situation she might have even found the student attractive, and the student was certainly intending for people to notice her. She wore a see through top, no bra and short white shorts. It was all Miss Henderson could do not to look down at the perfectly round breasts.

Her eyes dipped briefly, and when they rose the student was smiling, "It's okay to look Katie. I'm old enough, you won't get in trouble just looking. I haven't left yet because I've got a good thing here. I'm not leaving until I'm ready. You understand, I'm comfortable here, you like being comfortable don't you Katie?"

Miss Henderson nodded, "Yes."

"See it's nicer to agree with me. Just relax, I'm to going to hurt you, just make you more comfortable. I learned something at this school, about people, about my eyes and voice. Do you like my eyes and voice Katie?" the student asked.

Miss Henderson nodded, "Yes."

The student smiled, "I can tell. See I learned that I've got a soothing voice, happened when I hit puberty. And intense eyes, came in at the same time. But the real secret is the tits, see you're working so hard not to look at them, that you're mind is divided. Your willpower seeping out, so you become more obedient, suggestible. Relax, just relax."

Miss... Katie smiled, her previous fears fading as the student cooed in her ear.

"See this doesn't work as well outside, in the real world, but here in this hallway, I'm in charge. I frightened you, got your heart running fast and now I'm just relaxing you back down, and you're so grateful for it that you'll obey anything I say," the student said.

Katie nodded, "Yes."

"Each teacher, student, security guard, that comes down here I own body and mind. You're young, you'd make a good whore you'd like that so much," the student said, "say yes again."

"Yes," Katie said smiling happy to have a new purpose.

"On top of your salary, and some other chores I'll have for you, well you'll be a goldmine Katie," the student smiled and laughed. Her friends laughed too, grateful it wasn't them staring blankly into her eyes having their thoughts rewritten. Most of them had experienced it already, as she'd slowly taken over the hallway and turned them all into her bad girls.

Not that they could remember it, each one figured that this was something she did to other people. Not them.

Entering the meeting late Katie smiled apologetically at her fellow teachers, "Sorry I'm late. I ran into some bad girls in the hallway. Don't worry I showed them who was boss."

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Time Flies: Update: October 2024

When I started a short hiatus in May, I expected to be gone a few weeks, not 6 months! There’s a litany of issues that has kept me away from posting here, and I’m still not quite ready to start posting regularly. But I wanted to offer my faithful readers an update. Even though I’m really busy, I’ve managed to scrape together a few minutes here and there: Libido League #16: Absinthe Sunrise Part…

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F*c&!ng First Aid: A Quick Guide to Common Sex Injuries

New from our founder, Heather Corinna, a guide for those sexual times that wind up more “ow” than “oooh.”

It’s remarkably easy to hurt ourselves in the pursuit of feeling good. From genital abrasions to broken skin to pulled muscles to infections to allergic reactions, even fractures or breaks, exploring our bodies and their capacities sexually can sometimes mean finding out⁠ what’s past a bodies’ limits. We can think there was enough lube, but who among us (cough) hasn’t found out at least once that there wasn’t? We can forget that when it feels to us like we couldn’t possibly get enough of something, our body parts may have an entirely different and considerably threshold (um). Heck, you can hurt yourself just getting a date a glass of water (says my once-broken toe, bitterly).

For whatever reason (probably a combination of ableism⁠, totally inhumane sexual⁠ ideals and maybe some leftover stuff from our DNA way back when we lived a wilder existence), if and when people get hurt during sex⁠, they often feel ashamed or embarrassed, like they have ruined something. Getting hurt in our bodies is as acceptable an experience as feeling good in them. It’s not “weak” to get hurt, and it doesn’t mean anyone failed at anything, it just means we’re living in the body of a mere mortal, not a sexual superhero. So, if some kind of sex injury happens to you or a partner⁠, don’t get hung up in negative feelings about it. Instead, turn your attention to yourself or whoever got hurt. Not only might you or they need physical care, caring for ourselves and each other in attentive, tender ways is only likely to enhance our sexual experiences and the ways we connect to ourselves or one another through them. This kind of care, much like general sexual aftercare, can be something that is a highlight of a sexual experience, even when something painful or bummerful happened which that care is centered around.

This simple guide covers the most common sexual injuries for people in the age group we serve, what needs to be done when and after they have happened, and how you can best prevent them. Read F*c&!ng First Aid: A Quick Guide to Common Sex Injuries over at Scarleteen.

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Excellent statement. Applies to my blog to (when I get back to it).

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A seldom-seen variant of the "I'm not hypnotized story" is the "I'm hypnotized, but not REALLY hypnotized ... I just choose to do what's been suggested."

Very hot rationalization!

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Pearl Girls: eBook now available!

The complete eBook of Libido League #15: Pearl Girls is now available. For blog readers already familiar with the story, the eBook contains a new prologue, tying it in with the events of the previous Libido League eBooks. It also contains a brand-new epilogue which may hint at future developments.

Libido League #15 cover B

Available now:

Smashwords link (50% off until July 31, 2024)

Amazon link

The Blurb

Alexis Ames needs a break from being the superheroine Argent. Focusing on her secret identity as a college professor will help, until the gift of a seductive pearl necklace shifts her perspective to a submissive, sexualized Pearl Girl. When her sidekick Sable succumbs to mental manipulation of her own, will the duo come to blows? Or will they both kneel before those pulling their strings?

This is a 53,000-word novel about a superheroine. It is NOT a comic book. It features themes of superheroes, lesbian sex, female/female sex, male/female sex, humiliation, brainwashing, cheating, seduction, exhibitionism, bondage, public sex, BDSM, dominance/submission, orgasm denial, betrayal, deceit, group sex, graphic portrayals of sexual situations, and mind control.

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50% off for Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale

The Smashwords Summer/Winter Sale is here! All my Ebooks will be on sale for the entire month of July 2024, only at Smashwords. Everything is 50% off for the whole month, including my latest novel Libido League #15: Pearl Girls, available now!

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Pearl Girls: Complete eBook now Available!

The complete eBook of Libido League #15: Pearl Girls is now available. For blog readers already familiar with the story, the eBook contains a new prologue, tying it in with the events of the previous Libido League eBooks. It also contains a brand-new epilogue which may hint at future developments. Libido League #15 cover B Available now: Smashwords link (50% off until July 31, 2024) Amazon…

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Platinum Panther in her armor?

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Cover Survey: Pearl Girls

Despite being insanely busy, I'm preparing Libido League #15: Pearl Girls to publish. If everything goes well, I'll have it up in time for Smashwords Summer/Winter sale in the whole month of July.

I worked up three potential covers. I'd really like to know what you think!

Cover A

Cover B

Cover C

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Cover Survey: Pearl Girls

Despite being insanely busy, I’m preparing Libido League #15: Pearl Girls to publish. If everything goes well, I’ll have it up in time for Smashwords Summer/Winter sale in the whole month of July. I worked up three potential covers. I’d really like to know what you think! Cover A Libido League #15 cover A Cover B Libido League #15 cover B Cover C Libido League #15 cover C