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Annie Gives In

Annie couldn't help herself--her head lolled back onto the pillow, entire body arching as she lost control of her own muscles and surrendered to instincts developed over the course of millions of years of reproduction. "Shhh, it's okay, just let go," Lauren murmured, and it felt so wonderful to get permission to give in to the pleasure that Annie's eyes rolled back in her head until only the whites showed. Her entire world narrowed down to Lauren's fingers in her cunt, finding her clit and skating across it over and over, and time began to skip and stutter for her as she finally lost herself in utter helpless bliss.

This wasn't how the evening was supposed to go, at least not in the script Annie had in her head; she was supposed to meet Lauren for coffee at the little place tucked away into the lobby of Lauren's apartment building, enjoying the scents of freshly-baked pastries and roasting Arabica beans while they got to know each other better and established an emotional connection. But the moment she walked in and saw Lauren sitting there, Annie felt that same surge of hot, wet lust between her thighs she got whenever she looked at her co-worker--her former co-worker, she corrected herself, once again remembering that they weren't at the same job anymore and were free to pursue a relationship--and she knew there was a reason she'd agreed to meet somewhere close to Lauren's place.

And Lauren's bedroom. "That's it, baby girl, deeper for me," the blonde woman cooed, and Annie could feel her thoughts drifting away one by one into blissful irrelevance as her curly brown hair tangled on the pillow and she unthinkingly bucked her hips up into her new lover's touch. It had taken little more than the mention of trance to prompt Annie's enthusiastic agreement, and for a moment back when they first started she'd wondered if it was perhaps too obviously enthusiastic--did Lauren know how many nights Annie had daydreamed about this moment, how her brain had turned a casual mention of hypnosis into endless fantasies of helpless, mesmerized lust? Those fears were gone now. Her mind was gone with it. And all she could do was cum.

"You're being such a good girl, sweetie," Lauren purred, and Annie's nipples gathered into tight buds that stood out from the gentle slope of her small breasts--it wasn't just the praise itself that made her mewl and whimper, or the pleasure that accompanied them or the way they took her even deeper into trance. It was the promise of them, the offer of submission that plugged into old and comfortable fantasies that dated back almost to Annie's first primitive understanding of what sex actually was; she wanted to be helpless, she wanted to be the meek and shy ingenue tempted into lust by an irresistible seductress, and this felt like the paradigm of an entire relationship locking into place right there in front of her. Lauren would always be in charge, and Annie would always be so grateful to surrender.

She didn't know how many times she came before Lauren finally straddled her face and talked her through the best places to put her furiously licking tongue; Annie's brain no longer made sense of things like time and numbers, only obedience and pleasure and the endless haze of sleepy trance. But she stayed the night and woke up smelling like Lauren's pussy… and that alone was enough to turn the next morning into something just as memorable as the evening before it.

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Veronica Relearns Some Anatomy Lessons

"Uh huh, and this is a… uhmmm… a cock, you said?" It really shouldn't have been that hard to remember, but Veronica was feeling awfully distracted at the moment. She couldn't stop staring at the thick pink shaft jutting out from between Brian's legs, almost eight inches long and completely defying gravity as it bobbed and twitched in mid-air without any sign of visible support, and it felt like simply looking at it was consuming more and more of her mental resources. The sight of it, the scent of it, the idea of it filled up her brain like a computer virus, slowing her thoughts down and making them sluggish as she found the idea of thinking about anything but her co-worker's cock increasingly difficult.

"That's right, good girl," he purred, "this is Master's cock," and there was something faintly familiar about the soft, lulling tone he chose and the condescending praise dripping from every syllable that stirred a sense of familiarity in Veronica's blank and fuzzy mind. But she was just so preoccupied at the moment, absorbed by the feel of the twitching shaft underneath her fingers as she held and rubbed it and watched it leak out some clear, slick fluid from the tip onto her exposed breasts, and the very instant she took her attention away from the vague and disjointed almost-memory it evaporated unnoticed. Veronica had bigger things to think about, eight inches big in fact, and she didn't have the time or mental energy to wonder about why Brian's voice sounded like warm velvet felt.

Instead she repeated, in a tone of dazed fascination, "Master's cock," tasting the words on her lips and discovering to her delight that she loved their sound and texture. She let her fingers glide up and down its length, already lubricated by that slick, drooling fluid that was beginning to get everywhere, and to the extent that she was able to look away from the fascinating shaft in her hand she found herself staring vacantly at the quaking, swaying sack that hung beneath them. "And balls?" she chirruped, entirely unaware of having seen any of these anatomical details before--every time Veronica tried to think about what a man looked like naked, it just returned her thoughts to contemplating Master's cock and that filled up another sector of her mind and memories. She managed to wonder if it would eventually claim everything before that notion, too, faded into irrelevance.

"That's right, Master's balls!" Brian cooed, giving her a gentle pat on the head that she almost bristled at before the entire concept of dignity flew out of her brain to be replaced by blank, mellow fascination with the cock in front of her. "Master has a cock and Master has balls and they make Ronni so dumb, don't they?" Veronica nodded absently, her mind now so completely consumed with this new and mesmerizing concept that she didn't even think to question what she was being told. She couldn't, not with all of her memories of independence and respectability subsumed into the sight of that leaking, twitching shaft. It just felt better to stare and stroke and… and relax.

Ronni was relaxing so much now, her mind melting so thoroughly into vacant indolence, that she couldn't even keep her jaw from going slack with rapt amazement at the sight of Brian's cock. It meant she wound up drooling on her tits… but on the other hand, having a warm wet hole right there just inches away from her Master's shaft gave her the most wonderful idea. And she was so happy to believe she came up with it all by herself.

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Jenna's Surprised by Another Trigger

"You know what I really love about hypnosis?" Mark asked, reaching out to casually grope Jenna's tits through the fabric of her t-shirt. "It's the next few days. Like, once you get inside a woman's head and start messing with her mind, it's just this non-stop series of surprised looks and wet pussies and weak little whimpers of helpless arousal, right, honey?" Jenna tried to say something, some cutting insult that would knock the older man down a few pegs and let him know he wasn't as suave and confident as he thought he was… but the second his hand closed around her breast, her arms began to rise up into the air all on their own and the only thing that escaped her lips was a meek, tiny mewl of astonishment.

"That's right, babe," Mark chuckled. "Just like that." His fingers squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh of her lush, heavy tits, and Jenna's gaze rapidly flicked back and forth between his casually possessive objectification of her body and the bizarre, bewildering spectacle of her own hands clasping together over her head and knotting so tightly that she instinctively knew she couldn't possibly pull them apart without help. Her divided attention barely even noticed him murmuring, "You're such a good little subject and you didn't even know it, and now that you're finding out it's making you so wet, isn't it, sweetie?"

Jenna wanted to lie. She really did. She wanted to change the subject, she wanted to tell Mark that the party had been over two days ago and every other guest but him had gone home and he wasn't allowed to just crash at their house for the whole weekend simply because he'd done some cool stuff with hypnosis on Friday night. But… but god, his fingers were right there on her nipples, and Jenna had such big, sensitive nipples, and her feet felt like they were rooted to the floor and her hands couldn't pull apart and her panties were the only thing she had on from the waist down. And they were in the middle of betraying her. "Yes, sir," she whimpered, her voice high and breathy like a contrite schoolgirl. "I'm a good hypnotic subject and it's making me so wet."

Mark's eyes sparkled with warm praise, the exact same look he gave Jenna on Friday night when he was first waking her up from the trance that initially put her into his power. She suddenly realized she didn't even know who invited him, but then he pinched her nipple and she forgot the revelation all over again in her struggle to hold herself upright. "That's my good girl," he purred, and Jenna's eyes went from flicking up and down and up and down to just rolling back in her head in pure, white-hot ecstasy. She never knew she could cum just from having her tits played with, but Mark was right. The last few days had been full of surprises.

"Anyway, I hope you don't mind if I stay a little while longer," Mark added, his playful voice giving the lie to the entire pretense of choice Jenna was rapidly abandoning. "I like this communal living thing you've got going on, and I know this is going to shock you but you're not even the best subject in the group. I think with another week or two I can get you girls fully trained, and then who knows what kind of fun we can have at the next party, right?" Jenna couldn't help giving him a simpering nod in reply… and if there was a part of her that dreaded what she'd become after two more weeks of this kind of conditioning, it was drowned out by the warm, wet throbs of lust coming from her swollen clit.

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Eliza Learns What She Was Doing Yesterday

"I… is that me?" Eliza's brow furrowed as she stared at the footage on the screen, not even noticing her hands moving to pull her shirt over her head because her mind was so completely focused on trying to process what she was seeing. The time stamp in the upper left said the video was from yesterday, but Eliza knew for a fact she was here at work all day yesterday and she didn't remember doing anything like… like… she watched herself crawl over to her manager, debasing herself by nuzzling at his crotch like a puppy greeting its master, and felt a hot prickling blush beginning to creep up her cheeks.

Her boss chuckled, and Eliza vaguely registered his warm hands closing over her small breasts before the astonishing sights on the screen rendered the sensation irrelevant. "Of course it's you, El," he murmured, his voice smooth and sensual in her ears. "We go through this every day, don't we? I show you the footage from yesterday, you tell me you don't remember doing all that kinky shit, and when I walk you through all the ways you degraded yourself as my slutty little pet it reinforces your conditioning and reminds you just how vulnerable that weak, empty mind of yours really is. And that convinces you that you can't fight me anymore."

Eliza frowned. That couldn't be true, it absolutely had to be just something he was making up--Eliza knew herself, she knew she was a smart, fierce boss bitch who was going to explode out of this shitty retail job any day now to conquer the goddamn world--but at the same time, it was hard to ignore the sight of that chestnut ponytail bobbing up and down on the screen in front of her as the slut she was yesterday went to town on her manager's flushed and jutting erection. "I, um, I can't fight you anymore," she muttered, mentally replacing the words as soon as they left her mouth with the far more reassuring statement of defiance she knew she'd intended to give.

"That's a good girl," her boss cooed, groping and kneading the soft flesh of her tits. "You can't resist what you can't remember, isn't that right, Ellie sweetie?" There was a dangerous edge to his words, an unswayable confidence that went straight down to the base of Eliza's brain and tickled some deeply rooted urge she'd almost entirely forgotten about, but she was too focused on the screen to notice. She was watching her co-workers wander into the office, take her from behind in both holes while she continued to slurp and nuzzle her manager's crotch in vacuous contentment, and… god, even when he went soft she just knelt there licking his balls like it was her new fucking hobby. She didn't even look like she knew she was doing it.

And she was wearing…. "I can't resist what I can't remember," Eliza mumbled, her hands reaching out to the short length of chain sitting next to the monitor on her manager's desk. Something in her brain yammered at her, trying to get her to pay attention to what she was doing and just think for a second, but Eliza was trying to focus on the video and she was trying to focus on her boss's voice and she was trying to focus on the hot, sensual tingle in her stiff nipples and it was all getting to be a bit too much for her. She padlocked the chain around her own throat, just like the slut on the screen, and that was when Eliza went away for another day. And her owner fired up the video camera, documenting every step in her inexorable descent into submission to show her later.

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Hua Finally Puts It All Together

It was only when Hua watched the video and saw herself in action that she fully realized just how completely and totally she'd given in to Bailey's conditioning. Each and every little thing, taken individually, always seemed like simply a hot new kink or fetish her girlfriend wanted her to try, and the hit of pleasure she got whenever she complied didn't seem like an actual product of the hypnotic programming so much as excitement over trying something fun and pervy with a woman who seemed to have an infinite well of creativity when it came to loving degradation. The transformation was so gradual it didn't fully sink in until she saw herself onscreen and didn't even recognize what she'd become.

Take the collar, for example. When she first put it on, feeling the caress of the thick leather against her sensitive throat, Hua just thought it was her own newly-discovered submissive tendencies that made her cunt ache with lust. Even when Bailey began to anchor it to certain mental states, playing with Hua's pussy and lulling her into a light trance while she described the way it made Hua feel weaker and wetter and more deliciously stupefied with arousal, those all felt like emotions she was naturally prone to whenever she was wearing her lacy thigh-high stockings and spreading her legs for her lover. It wasn't until she saw herself in the video, her eyes glazing over into vapid indolence the moment the buckle slipped shut, that Hua realized she truly went into a trance whenever she wore it.

The strap-on was even more obvious. At first it seemed like a natural extension of the dynamic they were settling into, simply one more way Bailey could position herself as the dominant one in their relationship--Hua knew it was only a lifetime of social and cultural programming that made her see a phallus as a symbol of power and authority, and she didn't want to encourage that kind of patriarchal hierarchy, but of course the collar always made her stupid and weak and horny and when she was in that state it just felt so natural to feel submissive around a woman with a big rubber cock.

And the first time Bailey made her suck it instead of accepting it inside her pussy, pushing the secondary prong in and out of Bailey's sopping cunt until she came with a shuddering gasp, well… it felt hot, that was all. It felt hot and kinky and it wasn't until Hua saw the woman in the video guzzling a sex toy like she was giving the most enthusiastic blowjob in the world that she realized she'd somehow been trained into sucking Bailey's big fake dick whenever her lover proffered it to her. She'd been habituated to it, and she never even noticed what a slut that turned her into.

But the biggest surprise was watching herself hump the arm of the couch while she sucked, squirming her body around to contort herself into a pose that gave her cunt full contact with the soft cushioned surface and grinding helplessly like a bitch in heat. Hua didn't even remember doing it, that was the wild thing--she recalled being intensely fucking horny, and on some dim and distant level she knew Bailey had been gradually closing off tongues and fingers and toys as an avenue for her satisfaction, but it was only when she saw the video that she realized just how frequent and desperate her need to hump anything solid had become. Including while she was watching the video, Hua sheepishly acknowledged… both to herself, and to the lover who had so deliciously and delightfully brainwashed her into the slut she always wanted to be.

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Clarissa Feels the Power

Clarissa managed to take a step, but her wobbly legs decided to make a compromise between her determination to resist and her unbridled desire to close the distance between her and Albert's jutting, rampant cock. She wound up going sideways, taking the rest of her sense of balance off-guard and leaving her swaying drunkenly on her feet, and the look of bewilderment on her startled face clearly amused her tormentor because he let out a little chuckle and waggled his erection at her. "You're not going to be able to fight it much longer, babe," he purred, his words somehow resonating inside Clarissa's head in a way that science as she knew it couldn't explain. "It's already getting to you."

Clarissa shook her head furiously, an instant before realizing that was a huge mistake given how dizzy and off-balance she already felt and froze in place as she desperately tried to steady the room that whirled around her. "That's, just… power of suggestion," she mumbled, achingly aware of how difficult it was to close her mouth and how slurred and drowsy it made her sound to try to enunciate with lips that kept wanting to purse into a perfect cocksucking 'O'. She didn't really know what purpose lying to herself served, she could literally feel Albert inside her mind making her pussy throb with electric arousal every time her thoughts turned even briefly to sucking her patient's dick… but if she could pretend it was something as simple as hypnosis, she felt like she could stand a chance of resisting it.

Only it wasn't. It was something else entirely, something awakened by the experimental drugs Albert was taking for the study in a side effect Clarissa couldn't possibly have predicted even though in hindsight it explained so much. She wasn't supposed to get attached to the experimental animals, but she'd indulged them with extra treats and friendly scritches and even the companionship of other lab rats with only the flimsiest of excuses. It seemed obvious in retrospect that they were, in their own simple way, influencing her behavior telepathically… and now that the power was in the hands of a human, it was being used far more purposefully and directly. And Clarissa was totally helpless against it. "Try saying that with your lips wrapped around my cock, doc," Albert growled, and Clarissa whimpered as drool began to trickle down her chin in response.

She tried to stagger out of the room, knowing it was her last chance, but one leg froze in uncertainty mid-step and the other tried to rise into the air before the reality of the situation caught up with her and Clarissa wound up instead tumbling to her knees on the soft carpet. She realized that was pretty much it for her as soon as she fell--once she was kneeling, the mental association between her current pose and submissive cocksucking ecstasy snapped into place, and every time she thought about giving Albert a blowjob the pulses of pleasure became stronger and stronger. They wove into a shining cable inside her mind, strengthening and reinforcing each other until the connection between orgasm and getting her face fucked became utterly unbreakable and Clarissa found herself crawling along the floor with her mouth wide open and panting for Albert's dick.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, and even though Clarissa knew it was degrading and embarrassing to be down on her knees for him like that the telepathic force inside her brain made degradation sound better than sex. Her lips sealed around his shaft, slowly and sensuously, and whatever last bits of notional willpower she thought she possessed simply evaporated as the feel of Albert's cock on her tongue made her cum.

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Sandy's Very Wrong About Magic

Sandy rolled her eyes. “Oh my god, you are so WEIRD!” she squealed at Wendi, covering her very real discomfort up with exaggerated disdain. “Like, look, that is such bullshit I don’t even know where to start with it. First, there’s no such thing as magic. Second, even if there was such a thing as magic, you don’t know any. Third, even if you did know how to do magic, I don’t believe there’s any way to make an ‘enchanted dildo’ with it. And fourth, even if we go all the way to the Land of Make-Believe and you did make a magic strap-on with your magic powers, there’s no way in the fucking world that all three of us are going to just drop to our knees and worship this enchanted… dildo….”

Wendi flipped up her skirt, revealing a strap-on harness with a massive silicone cock and molded balls set into it. And as she trailed into silence, her gaze raptly fixed on the long pink shaft, Sandy slid off the chair and sank to her knees to crawl across the room to where her friend–her lover, her goddess, the owner of the sex toy that effortlessly claimed all of Sandy’s will–was rising to her feet. Sandy had a vague, distant awareness of Anna and Pauline doing the same thing at the same time, but other people didn’t really matter to her much anymore. Only Wendi and her perfect dick were important now. “That’s my good girls,” the dominant woman purred, watching them all instinctively strip naked in time with their new Mistress. “That’s my obedient little cocksuckers.”

Thirty seconds ago, Sandy would have bristled at the term. She went down on guys, sure, but it wasn’t, like, her identity or anything. But the moment the word escaped Wendi’s lips, Sandy already felt like she wished it was. She felt a hungry, aching throb of arousal deep within her pussy that made her want to redefine herself as Wendi’s mindless, obedient cocksucker, fitted to the purpose of having her mouth used as a hole for that big fake dick swaying in front of her, and it was the work of a seamless, thoughtless moment to wrap her lips around the silicone shaft and begin bobbing up and down on it as though her gag reflex didn’t even exist. She could feel the toy pushing back with every motion of her head, a secondary prong sinking into Wendi’s cunt, and a warm glow of pleasure flowed through her at the thought of pleasuring her Mistress.

She wanted to suck until her jaw was sore, but there were two other slaves there who needed to get their faces fucked and Sandy found herself unexpectedly devoted to their pleasure as well. They all took turns, each one guzzling cock until Wendi decided seemingly at random to switch to another wet and willing mouth, and the others teased their pussies while they stared enviously at the current recipient of Wendi’s blessing. Before long, the room began to fill with the heady scent of sex, but Sandy discovered that she didn’t need to cum. No physical orgasm could match the pure rapture of being used as a hole for Mistress’s cock, and no cock had ever pleased Sandy so completely. She wished it could own her forever.

It wasn’t until Wendi put her clothes back on that the spell broke, and by then Sandy had already meekly agreed to forget everything that happened until the next time she saw the enchanted dildo. But the knowledge would sleep in the back of her brain, corrupting her into lesbian submission, until the next time Wendi chose to take them for her own.

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Marcie's Complicated Relationship With Her Best Friend

It was when Marcie felt her own hand press over her mouth to stifle her squeals that she realized she was never going to escape. There was never going to be a point where her conscience managed to overcome the deep hypnotic conditioning Damon was gradually instilling into her malleable subconscious, no secret loophole she would someday exploit to 'accidentally' give away to Dana that her meek, shy, chubby roommate secretly loved to bounce up and down on her boyfriend's cock until her asshole clenched around his shaft in a desperate orgasm achieved by anal stimulation alone. Marcie's deep self was every bit as clever as she was, and it was entirely turned to reinforcing her submission.

Not that she really knew if it would matter even if she blurted it out to Dana right in the middle of a crowded party. Damon was… god, he had those warm, deep, sparkling brown eyes and his voice was a baritone purr that sounded like a swatch of velvet being stroked against her mind. He'd trained Marcie into his anal-only slut, conditioned her so completely and thoroughly that even her masturbation sessions involved a dildo up her ass and copious amounts of lube--there was no reason why he couldn't have turned Dana into a blank-eyed, oblivious cuckold just as easily. Marcie's attempts to keep their affair concealed might all be a game for his amusement.

They felt real to her, though. All the excuses she made to get Dana out of the apartment, all the expertly feigned casualness when she returned that concealed a burning soreness whenever Marcie sat down, it combined and reinforced to make her a willing conspirator in her friend's unknowing degradation. That couldn't help but affect Marcie's attitude toward Dana--she could feel it gradually shifting inside her head, her affection shading into a kind of loving contempt, an amiable but nonetheless intensely condescending belief that her roommate was such a silly ditz that she somehow didn't even notice her own boyfriend needed two women to satisfy his insatiable lust. And maybe….

Maybe that was what he wanted all along. Maybe this was never about slaking his desires with a short, pudgy white girl who fully believed she didn't deserve to get her pussy filled. Maybe Damon knew from the moment he met Marcie that he was going to need to break both of them in order to fully and completely brainwash Dana into the weak and simpering fucktoy he wanted, and Marcie's protective wariness was just one more obstacle for him to overcome before he could make himself the perfect leggy blonde sex slave. Marcie knew that was her conditioning talking, exploiting her inferiority complex to make her more readily accept her position in the relationship as a secret to be kept and an anus to be plundered, but it latched onto her insecurities so precisely that it became practically a part of her.

Deep down, Marcie couldn't disagree with the belief he'd instilled--she didn't deserve a cock in her pussy. The slightly humiliating sting of painful pleasure she felt every time Damon settled her broad, pale ass onto his cock felt good, yes, and it felt better and better the harder he fucked her until her brain finally gave in and gave her a climax from that stimulation alone, but it cemented her complex relationship to the woman she called her best friend. She was better than Dana, she was smarter than Dana, but she was also so much less… and as she came, breathlessly moaning into her own palm, Marcie understood that it was all being masterfully exploited to control them both.

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Alexandra Explains the Benefits of Domesticity

"Do you know the nice part about doing all the cooking, dear?" Alexandra asked, her demeanor suddenly changing as she pushed Lina up against the kitchen island and pressed her fingers hard between Lina's thighs. "It's that the men have no idea how long anything takes. We can spend hours in here and they'll never think to check on us." Lina's eyelids fluttered, whatever surprise she felt getting rapidly overtaken by pleasure, and she let out a helpless sigh that carried with it hints of a liquid moan. She could see her husband through the window, but he was distracted with conversation and it felt like he might as well have been a million miles away for all he noticed what was happening inside the house.

Even when Alexandra pulled up her shirt, exposing Lina's small, pert breasts, it didn't catch the eye of any of the men outside. "Just think about it, dear, just think about hours and hours of this. Think about my hand against your cunt, making you beg to take those cute little short shorts off, emptying out your brain with lust until your whole world depends on pleasing me and earning your next climax. Deep down that's what you were hoping for the moment you moved in next door to us, wasn't it? You saw a pretty older women and found yourself wishing she would go lezzie with you." Lina didn't know that she'd had those fantasies specifically--she just thought the Andersons seemed nice--but her self-determination was rapidly melting away into wet, steamy lust and she nodded anyway.

"I'm going to turn you into my little pussy slut," Alexandra intoned, her voice somehow finding the exact pitch and timbre to guide Lina into unthinking acceptance while her fingers found exactly the right place to rub. "We're going to have little get-togethers like this every evening--my husband's so well-trained he won't even realize it's not his idea--and while he's off jabbering with your little dullard about sports and guns and fishing we're going to be in here brainwashing you into thinking with your cunt like a good slave. You are my slave, aren't you, sweetie?" Lina was surprised at how little time it took for her head to bob up and down in another mindless nod. She never knew how weak-willed she truly was until Alexandra's touch drew it out of her.

"Naturally you'll still need to do your wifely duties for a little while," Alexandra chuckled, her hand slipping up and over and inside the waistband of Lina's Daisy Dukes. "Just until my husband can take yours out on a few fishing trips, get him alone and away on a nice long weekend and do to him what I'm doing to you. If it helps, I'm sure he'll enjoy it--my Phil does have his talents, even if I've turned them to my own use--and he won't even miss this tight little cunt once it becomes fully and exclusively mine. And you do want me to own this pussy, don't you, dear?" Lina's nod came faster this time, more helplessly automatic with every repetition, but it was the soft, huffing grunt of desperate agreement that convinced her she was never going to escape. Alexandra's fingers simply felt too good… and without even knowing she was hypnotized, Lina sank deeper into a trance of ecstasy and her thoughts evaporated into blank, mellow obedience to her new owner's will.

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Suzi's Own Enthusiasm Gives Her Pause

It's when Suzi's hands go behind her back that she realizes just how deeply she must have been conditioned by the man from the coffee shop--it was one thing to find herself wandering into a hotel room she didn't remember checking into, tugging off her skirt and panties and pulling her tight turtleneck shirt all the way up to her collarbone to expose her tits before lying on the bed with her face against the mattress and her ass offered in expectation, and quite another to deliberately and intentionally offer her wrists as a convenient handle to the man fucking her up the ass right now. Something in Suzi's mind wants her to be more helpless, craves to be grabbed and manhandled and used like a blow-up doll by someone she barely even recognizes, and the surge of pleasure she feels in her leaky cunt tells her she already lost to it long ago.

Not that she remembers being hypnotized, or programmed, or brainwashed--but Suzi's a smart woman, even if she looks like a bleach-blonde, big-titted slut with a broad pale ass that absolutely invites anal penetration. She knows that her behavior isn't natural, that it doesn't make sense in any kind of world where she's in control of her own actions, and she manages to deduce that all her submissive behavior has to be the result of some kind of deep and indelible external force acting on her conscious mind. And the fact that her pussy literally drools onto the mattress every time she thinks about being conditioned to obey tells her that she's fully and completely succumbed to that power.

Suzi very much wants a glorified stranger to walk into the room, not even bothering to greet her, and stick his lubed-up cock into her tight and hungry asshole. She wants to be an anal-only slut, something that always seems so natural whenever she's using a dildo up her butt to make herself cum and so utterly absurd in the moments after her climax before she forgets entirely what it was that got her off. She can't wait to feel this man's semen leaking out of her ass while she goes into the hotel bathroom and cleans herself up, and she can't wait to let this entire encounter slip out of her head and leave her blissfully untroubled by the soreness in her backside she's going to feel the rest of the day. Whoever did this, they've gotten to Suzi so deeply that she craves her own degradation and that excites her instead of frightening her.

It vaguely occurs to Suzi that she already knows it's not the man from the coffee shop who accomplished this spectacular feat of brainwashing; she doesn't have any idea who's actually responsible, that knowledge is hidden from her on a deeper layer of her conditioning that she can't access even during these brief periods where she recognizes the oddity of her own behavior, but it never even occurred to her to suspect him. He's just a beneficiary of her anal-only training, one of the many men who gets to trigger her and follow her to this hotel room and enjoy plowing her needy asshole while she begs him to fuck her the only way she can still want to be fucked, and he may not even know exactly who did the hard work of turning her into his slut. Suzi may never find that out… and she gets a thrill of ecstasy on realizing that if she ever did meet the people who did this to her, she'd probably thank them.

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The Real Reason Becky Squeals

It wasn't the pain that was making Becky whimper and mewl like an apologetic puppy. The paddle Dale was using was broad enough to create wide, smacking impacts that sounded much more dramatic than they were, and although she was definitely feeling the incandescent soreness as her ass slowly went from lily-white to a bright, blushing red the sheer endorphin rush she felt was taking her into a kind of ecstatic trance that ever so slightly dissociated her from her own body. She was tumbling into a forever place where she could take this kind of punishment forever, where the pride of demonstrating her perfect obedience outweighed any kind of physical suffering and she lost herself in blank and empty bliss.

She wasn't even being punished for anything, in fact. That meant her whines and whimpers didn't stem from any kind of shame, or desire for repentance; she was getting her ass paddled solely because Dale wanted to demonstrate how well-trained his new pet was, and how easily he could make her do whatever he wanted. He could have snapped his fingers and sent her into a hypnotic state so deep her whole body was nothing more than an object to be used, or he could have tapped her on the forehead and turned her into a brainless, giggly sex kitten for the rest of the night. But spanking her was so beautifully dramatic, and Becky heard the audible gasps from Dale's friends when she cheerfully bent over the kitchen table and asked him to beat her ass until it pleased him to stop.

The audience didn't mean anything to her either, not anymore; maybe back when she first rented the in-law unit from her former professor it might have been a soft limit, but he'd been gradually encouraging her to envision herself as a sexual object during their hypnosis sessions and by now Becky's clit throbbed and tingled with arousal every time she pictured the appreciative crowd of kinky academics enjoying her erotic torment. If anything the very pleasure she took from crouching over the table, her panties around her knees and her eyes locked into a thousand-yard stare while she desperately whimpered out thanks and praise to Dale for beating her ass got closest of all to the reason why she couldn't quite control herself no matter how hard she tried.

Because she knew what they were all seeing, what she couldn't conceal thanks to the degrading pose and the objectifying nudity Dale had subjected her to. Becky could tell this spanking was making her so wet, wetter than she ever imagined she could get when she first confessed her crush to her old mentor and he told her all the things he would want from her if she was sincere in her offer to pursue it. She could feel her pussy dripping down her thighs, making a grand and obvious mess of her legs, and she knew that all the men who'd watched her defend her PhD were seeing her melt into a leaky, drippy slut whose cunt did all the thinking for her… and far from humiliating her, it excited Becky so much that all those quiet little squeaks and whimpers escaped all on their own. And those whimpers became moans when Dale leaned in and whispered to her that he was going to let them feel for themselves what this was doing to her.

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𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ACCIDENTALLY CALLING TOJI “DAD” DURING SEX

Tw - DAD kink, established relationship, father figure Toji kinda, Age gap (early 20s, late 30s) Not proofread.

A/n - Hey so! This is fiction :Þ

You're gasping beneath him, every shaky breath snagging in your throat as your thighs locks tighter around his waist. Your arms are thrown up above your head as his heavy weight keeps you pinned to the mattress. It's suffocating in the best kind of way possible.

He’s all thick muscles and warmth, every inch of him pressing down hard like he’s trying to brand you with his weight. His skin’s damp with sweat, warm and gritty and he smells like cedar, smoke and something darker— like lust soaked into sun-baked skin.

The sound of your whimpers echoes under the hum of the ceiling fan, paired with the dull thumb of the headboard rocking against the wall. Toji's grunting lowly in your ear, rough voice thick with the kind of tired huskiness that makes your stomach coil.

“Such a needy fucking thing, huh?” he pants, teeth grazing your earlobe before he gently licks at it. “Couldn't even wait for me to get home. Practically jumped me soon as I walked through the door”.

You had to, you spent the whole day alone, overthinking and fidgeting and yearning for him to get home, you're always so good for him, so quiet and well-behaved until you're not. Until you're climbing into his lap while he still has dust on his hands and grease under his fingernails. You'd kissed him without thinking, your breath shaky, hands clumsy, and your thighs already sticky where your shorts pressed into your core.

And now, you're all soaked and stretched, your hips twitching each time he thrusts into you. His hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting— enough to make you feel owned by him. His thumb strokes the side of your neck like he's calming a wild thing.

“You always get like this when I'm gone, don't you?” he murmurs, eyes locked into yours. “like you miss me too much that you don't know what to do with yourself”.

You nod stupidly, glossy lips parted— your tongue caught between your teeth as you try to form words but they're foggy and melting away under his pleasurable rhythm. You clutch his back like you're trying to hug him, blunt nails digging into the hard, flexing muscles and your voice is a broken whisper—

“Please, please, I— Toji, I need—”

“Mmm? Need what, sweetheart?” he coos, cruel and gentle all at once, his face just mere inches away from yours. “Tell me. C'mon, don't go dumb on me now”.

You try, you really do but your mind's spinning, undone by how deep he is, how close he’s finally holding you, how safe and filthy it all feels. You wrap your arms around his neck like it'll keep you grounded, your forehead pressing into his shoulder while tears burn at the corners of your eyes, voice shaking as it slips out:

“Please, Dad—!”

The whole room freezes and goes cold. Your breath catches and you're eyes go wide, mortified as ever. Even the ceiling fan seems to stop spinning for a second.

Toji stops moving— not fully but his hips are still, his cock buried to the base inside you, just marinating in your warmth while your slick clings onto his shaft. You can feel the way his cock suddenly twitches at the word. His sharp eyes find yours immediately.

His lips curl into a taunting smirk, his eyes gleaming with something smug and confident. “Huh?” he drawls, low and amused. “What was that?”

You immediately panic, your face burning with embarrassment. “I— I didn't mean, shit I didn't—”

He chuckles at how eagerly you're trying to defend yourself. A rumbling chuckle, his nose brushing yours as he leans down to your face. “You calling me dad now, kid?”. He murmurs, hot breath against your lips.

You squirm under him, shaking your head furiously, wishing you could go by in time and change it. “It was an accident! I swear—”

“Accident, huh?” he softly kisses your cheek, nips it then coasts down to your jaw. “You sure about that? Sure you didn't just let that pretty little mouth slip ‘cause I fuck you better than any little boy your age ever could?”

You're still shaking your head, tears spilling now from shame and pleasure and the overwhelming intimacy of it. He's everywhere— rough voice in your ear, chest smushed against yours, cock thick and pulsing inside you.

“Poor thing,”he whispers. “You thinking about that? Thinking about how I take care of you? Pay your rent. Fix your car. Feed you. Fuck you”.

“Toji— please, don't—”

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs again, rolling his hips once, hard enough to make you cry out. “Y'know, I am kinda like a father figure to you, ain't I?”

He reaches between you, thumb rubbing circles over your clit now, voice a soft mocking croon in your ear. “You get all bratty when I'm not around. Need me to put you in your place. Want my attention. Cry when I don't give it to you”. his hips start rolling against you again.

“Sound a lot like a needy little girl who wants her dad's approval”.

You're sobbing now, your hips jerking and toes curling against his lower back, overwhelmed by shame and pleasure to the point where you're completely ruined. “Say it again,” he breathes. “C'mon. You said it once— say it like you mean it”.

You try to resist— teeth sinking into your lip so hard you could taste blood but your body betrays you. You're shaking under him, soaked and desperate to cum, desperate to finish all over his cock but he's not letting up— he'll drag this out until you break.

So you do end up breaking.

“Please, Dad,” you whisper, voice cracking, cheeks wet with tears. “Please, I wanna cum!”.

He growls, leaning down to kiss your forehead, sounding proud and satisfied. “There's my girl”.

And then he fucks into you harder— deep, punishing thrusts that knock the breath from your lungs. His hand clamps around your throat, not too tight but just enough to make your head spin. He’s mouthing at your neck, all teeth and tongue, sucking marks into your skin like he’s branding you.

“Begging your dad to cum— fucking hell, you're so messed up, darling,” he groans, sounding very very proud despite his words. “But that's okay. I'll take care of you. Always do. Now I get why you're always clinging onto me and looking at me as if I hung the damn moon”.

You came undone with the next thrust, your body convulsing and teeming as pleasure rips through every nerve. You sob his name— or maybe “Dad” again— you can't even tell anymore because you can't think straight nor even breathe properly.

He follows moments later, groaning your name like a prayer. Maybe the name “dad” got to his head because now his swollen cockhead is leaking into your womb and filling you up with his seed like he owns you and plans on planting a baby inside you.

After he pulls out, he gently presses a kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and tender against your skin. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close to his warm chest and you let yourself melt into him, too tired and sore to even think about moving. The exhaustion weighs heavily on your limbs but his warmth keeps you anchored in place.

“Dad, huh?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing, a smirk dancing against your hair. “Might have to get that in writing”. You groan into his shoulder, a mix of exhaustion and frustration creeping into the sound but it only makes him laugh— a warm, smug sound that rumbles through his chest. His arms tighten around you, and you can feel the slight smugness in his grin, knowing full well how much he enjoys teasing you.

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Giving you arousal triggers which pop off randomly a few times a day.

You're reading a book, and you feel yourself getting horny for no reason.

You're waiting in line at a store and you suddenly get a powerful urge to serve.

You're just sitting down on a train and lewd fantasies spring to your mind unbidden.

How long would it take before you realize you're meant to be nothing but a brainwashed pet, eager and obedient at your owner's side?

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I'd like to give you an orgasm button.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.

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Cleo Falls for It Again

"Do you know the best part?" Lara chuckled, undoing the straps on Cleo's spaghetti-string top to expose her breasts to the camera. "She did this to herself! Oh, not the ball gag, that's just there to make sure she doesn't disturb the neighbors while I'm playing with her. But this dumb bitch saw those cuffs hanging from the ceiling, and literally thought to herself, 'Oh, those couldn't possibly be that hard to get out of. I bet if I just reached up there, I could probably see for myself.' And she actually strung herself up for me to find when I got home!" Lara threw her head back and laughed, as though she'd just told the funniest joke imaginable, and of course Cleo couldn't say a word to contradict her.

Even if she could, she wasn't sure exactly how different her story would be. Certainly she understood now what had possessed her to stick her hands into the restraints that had seemed so foolishly enticing just twenty short minutes ago. She always remembered the post-hypnotic suggestions once the gag went on and the webcam flickered to life and Lara was teasingly displaying her naked body to an audience of appreciative perverts. But could she really claim Lara was wrong to call her a dumb bitch when she was the one who kept getting fooled by her own programming, again and again and again like Charlie Brown kicking endlessly at the football? It was hard to salvage her ego in the face of so many defeats.

And it would only get harder. "Look at this, look at how stiff her nipples are getting," Lara giggled, reaching around to strum the nubs of dark brown flesh that jutted from Cleo's lush, pale breasts. "It turns her on so much to be on display for you like this. Her pussy gets so wet when I tease her so bad she can't even think anymore." Cleo could feel the teasing words sinking in like venom pumping into her veins, muddying her suggestible brain with thoughts of being used and toyed with and left to desperately hump the air, and she understood that everything Lara said was brainwashing her malleable mind. The next time she decided to stop by she would fall for this trick even more readily, forgetting all the times it caught her before and convincing herself that this time, she truly would escape without any help from her ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend.

"Maybe I'll let some of you come visit us," Lara cackled gleefully, pretending to be oblivious to Cleo's whimpers and the rapid shakes of her head in denial. "Maybe while I've got her up here like this I'll put her ankles in a spreader bar and let one of our lucky viewers plow that pretty cunt while she moans into the gag like a good girl. Do you think she'd like that? Because I do. I think she's a total slut who can't stop sniffing around men's crotches in the hopes of getting a little of that good good dick, and while that's cute it's not the sort of thing we can just ignore. Is it?" Her hands went from strumming Cleo's nipples to pinching and twisting them until the helpless woman squealed in a mix of pain and pleasure, and any protests Cleo might have made about Lara's assumptions were muffled into incoherence.

Lara shrugged. "Until then, I guess she can get her pussy railed by one of my friends. Under supervised conditions, of course." Cleo's ex stepped out of the shadows, erection jutting urgently in Cleo's direction, and despite herself she felt her cunt slickening in anticipation. This was the other reason these tricks always worked on her… and the reason, she suspected, why her deep self wasn't exactly eager to make the whole thing stop.

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Stopped at the Checkpoint

Carrida's breath caught in her throat as she reached the checkpoint, and what made it worse was the way that the tightening knot of anxiety somehow also made her pussy clench and her clit throb with anticipation. Everything was turning her on today, absolutely fucking everything, and she was trying to tell herself that was normal but it was also going to make passing through the checkpoint to get to the lab incredibly risky. If they thought she'd been, well… affected… they might remove her to detainment, and that could delay her incredibly critical work. More and more women were being exposed to the signal every day now, and Carrida's research was critical in finding a way to counter-program them.

But they wouldn't stop her. They knew her, the guards saw her come through here every day and they knew she was still normal. Okay, so yes, Carrida had felt an impulse to wear something a little more daring today, and yes, her face was ever so slightly flushed with arousal at the sight of all those big strong men wearing full-body leather armor complete with helmets that turned them into faceless symbols of conformity. That--that didn't mean anything, she told herself, even though Carrida had helped design the uniforms for the checkpoint authorities and knew full well that they were designed to bring out many of the kinks and fetishes the signal victims were programmed to obey. It didn't mean she was, was--

"Ma'am?" One of the guards stepped into her path, blocking her progress, and Carrida let out a slight wincing huff as the act of being addressed in a tone of command made the pulse in her clit that much distractingly worse. "If you could just step this way, ma'am, we need to ask you a few questions." Carrida thought briefly about bolting back the way she came, but she knew the rules--she'd helped write them, in fact, and once you were detained there were only two outcomes. You convinced them they made a mistake and your mind was still fully your own, or they confiscated all your electronic devices so you couldn't spread the signal and put you into a nice, cozy kennel that fully triggered your programming and made you crave sex and submission. Carrida wasn't going to escape.

"Ma'am, when exactly did you decide to dye your hair pink?" one of them asked, and Carrida's head swam with dizziness as she realized she didn't exactly know. It was after her neighbor stopped by, she recalled that much, but the visit was… it was kind of vague and fuzzy, and the only thing Carrida could really remember about it was that she ended up more determined to continue her work than ever. She needed to get into that lab. She really needed to talk to each and every one of her colleagues, and--and show them, show them something important, she had to--to--

"Please spread your legs for me, ma'am." The command was itself a test, and Carrida knew she was supposed to splutter and fume in protest at the unnecessary violation of her bodily autonomy. But the thought of a latex-clad finger pushing into her pussy, checking her for wetness, teasing her clit to see if she was mindlessly horny was just too powerful to resist and Carrida assumed the slave position without prompting. Another guard stepped in behind her, hooking her shirt under her collar to expose her tits, and Carrida knew that wasn't part of the protocol but the notion of being used like a brainless slut by the guards made her even wetter and she sighed in helpless bliss as her programming finally betrayed her.

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Jenni Gives and Gina Takes

Jenni's gaze fixated on the shoulder strap of Gina's tank top almost the second Gina entered the room, and of course the statuesque brunette was quick to take advantage. "You know the rules, sweetie," she cooed, snapping Jenni out of a fugue she didn't even realize she was drifting into and refocusing her mind reluctantly on the world around her instead of the promise behind that thin veil of fabric. "If you want to see them, you have to be naked like a good slut." There was a fractional pause, as what was left of Jenni's pride and dignity momentarily warred with her desire to suckle at her roommate's heavy tits, but it was even smaller than the last time and soon Jenni was peeling her clothing away from her perspiring body with a desperate, anxious haste.

"That's it, baby doll," Gina cooed, sliding the straps off her shoulders to let the shirt hang loose around her waist like a belt. "Just stop pretending you're a person and go nice and dumb for my big tits." She didn't really need to tell Jenni that--she didn't need to say a word by this point, not when six months of gradual hypnotic conditioning had turned meek little Jenni's fixation with her breasts into an obsession that consumed her every last thought whenever they were alone together, but Gina didn't have any intention of taking her foot off the gas just because her brainwashing was working. The very fact that Jenni still tried to wear clothes around the apartment was a challenge to her, and it was a challenge she was determined to win.

Adorably, Jenni also knew it was a challenge, but it was one that left her flailing and floundering with no idea how to marshal her nervous trepidation into anything approaching an effective resistance. She sat there staring at Gina's big breasts, jaw slackening into vacant, drooling indolence merely from the sight of them, until Gina beckoned her to sit down on the couch with her and murmured, "You know what it does to you when you suck them, don't you, honey? Why don't you go ahead and tell me." Again Gina noticed that slow, sluggish return to the real world from whatever horny titspace Jenni had tumbled into, that embarrassing realization that she'd simply drifted off into a fog of lust and had to be reminded to think like a person. It was a deliciously effective way of making Jenni feel like the lesser partner in their relationship, and Gina loved encouraging that dynamic.

"I… your, your tits make me stupid," Jenni mumbled, clearly having some difficulty convincing her lips to do anything but purse around a nipple. "If I s-suck, I'm gonna… gonna go dumb and empty and be open to… to your brainwashing. Your control. I'll get weaker and wetter and more obedient, ma'am." Just the act of repeating the words was making her more submissive, not that Jenni could even pick apart all the threads of her own conditioning anymore, but it was nothing compared to what was going to happen when she said all that and then put her mouth to Gina's breast anyway. Giving her the illusion of choice while leading her inexorably back to subjugation was working dark miracles on Jenni's sense of self.

As demonstrated when Gina smiled and said, "You may." There was another fractional pause, another desperate and defeated struggle between Jenni's pride and her programming, but it never lasted long. Jenni leaned in and suckled at Gina's breasts with a sigh of defeated ecstasy, and Gina in turn began to condition her unthinking, unresisting roommate that much deeper into obedience.

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