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Taking a break

Hey all, as you’ve probably noticed I’ve been much less productive on a content front. Life’s getting in the way right now so I’ll be taking a break for the next week. Expect stories and whatnot to return....well soon ish, hopefully!

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Master @wonderingvagrant knows what best I'm just his dumb edging boytoy hehe

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what is it like to be on the receiving end of a subby hypno session?? do you have dom play partners that u could recommend?

It’s a lot of fun! Relaxing and hot at the same time, with a good partner you can explore a lot of different interests and kinks. I find it’s much better to experience online over say a more traditional domination setup, as the mental domination aspect can be done from any distance!  I’d recommend the experience as long as it’s with someone you trust of course. I myself play a dominant role fairly often and I’m open to messages,  the only person I could recommend for this who I speak to on the regular and is a full fledged dom is @wonderingvagrant, he’s very nice and respectful, and I’m sure would be okay with you dropping him a message.

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Ghost brainwashing girls through possession to fap to the undead and bond souls to them.

One I enjoy in theory but of course in practice you’d have the horrible smell, ghost possession is extremely interesting though, especially if say, a bit of the ghost persona got left behind as a residual effect. Like the person thinks just a little more like the ghost who possessed them, until eventually they’ve been entirely replaced with the ghost’s persona.

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Brain parasite tentacles breed with humans hypnosis masturbating brain wave session

Wow that’s a fun one! I like the idea of the brainwaves being affected, maybe once the effect gets powerful enough the brain parasites wouldn’t need to infect anyone, the waves alone would brainwash people

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Outstanding in her field

(This story was inspire by @horny-hungry-and-misunderstood, a truly wonderful person to play with, who has been discovering quite a lot about how deep her love of hypnosis runs....)

Part one: The Induction Videos

           Jackie was, even at twenty years old, outstanding in her field. She was a Law intern in a major company, one that despite her brilliance, she couldn’t quite work out what exactly they did. She’d deal with the permits and legal requirements for all sorts of highly technical devices for who knows what. It didn’t matter all that much to her, what did was the connections, the money, and the opportunity for climbing the ladder. That’s why when there was an opening to become a “field agent”, whatever that was, she leapt at the opportunity. The only thing Jackie felt could hold her back was her youthful looks, how her blonde hair flowed onto a pretty face that many found quite disarming. When she’d signed up to become a field agent though, the training supervisor explained Jackie looked perfect for the role. It was a little inappropriate how they mentioned her cuteness, but well, the supervisor was the kind of beautiful, intelligent woman Jackie hoped to be. Also, the kind she dreamed of at night, and woke up the next day in a flustered state. The supervisor gave her all the details on what she’d need to go through.

         To be a field agent required Jackie attending induction talks on the finer details of the work, taking part in vigorous training sessions, submitting to a physical examination to see if she was physically capable, and to go through a final interview. Jackie was more than willing to go through with all this, even secretly hoping her supervisor did the physical examination on her. Jackie happily signed up for the training, not fully reading the contact as she was too busy staring into the supervisor’s deep blue eyes. The kind of eyes you could get lost in. She said something, something important, Jackie snapped back to reality.

‘Sorry, what was that?’ she asked.

‘That’s perfectly alright, you were no doubt reading the contract,’ The supervisor smiled at her, a wide, hungry looking smile, ‘I said your first talk will be in conference room C, I’ll admit they seem a bit dull at first, but you should pay attention. You’ll learn a lot,’

Jackie nodded her head as her cheeks turned red.

         Conference Room C resembled a classroom more than it did a regular meeting room. With rows of desks that held barely enough room in them for a person to squeeze into. They all faced a wall with a projector beaming out film onto it. It seemed like this talk wouldn’t be conducted by a person, but rather by a video. Jackie groaned a little, the flicker on the projector was already giving her weird feelings, and she never was a fan of this kind of learning. Still, if it meant she’d get to be a field agent, she’d stick with it. Thankfully, there were others in the same situation, as another prospective agent turned up. Jackie noticed she too was a young women like herself, she thought perhaps it was part of some diversity push.

‘I hope this isn’t too long, I can never sit through these things,’ said the redhead next to Jackie.

         She introduced herself as Millie, and explained she too was doing an internship here, just in the marketing wing.

‘Say, what do you do in the marketing wing anyways, since honestly, I’m still not even sure what we do here,’ Jackie asked.

         Before Millie could explain, the video started. When the supervisor said dull, she underexaggerating. An older man droning on about highly technical specifications in such a roundabout manner that Jackie could barely process what was going on. She’d pick out an odd word here and there, but he spoke almost entirely jargon. It was strange enough for her to wonder if he was really just speaking another language. The flickering of the film was the worst part though. Sudden cuts and flashes of light at least kept Jackie from dozing off, even if they gave her a slight headache. She did her best, keeping her focus on the screen at all times, something that proved easy to her surprise. Still, nothing seemed to really be going into her head. It was all just information bombarded at her at such a rate her brain couldn’t keep up. At one point she swore she felt her eyes roll up and her brain switch off for a moment. There was a creeping doubt that she may not quite be field agent material if this were just the training video, yet still Jackie would try to persevere. She blinked, as the video ended, an hour had passed yet felt like mere minutes.

‘Did you get much from that?’ Jackie asked Millie.

         When turning to face her she saw the redhead looked completely out of it. Eyes lidded, mouth parted, and for some reason, she’d spread her legs? Jackie was taken aback, not just by her look, but by how hot she found it. Millie then blinked and turned to her.

‘Oh yeah, I get it now, next time just try to relax into it, don’t worry too much about the words themselves as you should the overall message,’

Millie said this in quite the different tone to how she’d previously spoke. It felt almost scripted, but Jackie dismissed it, she barely even noticed it in fact. As part of this training scheme, she’d not need to do her regular work, instead she’d get to just come in for the training, then go home for the rest of the day. When she got home that night, and headed off to sleep, a familiar figure appeared in her dreams. Not her supervisor as she’d hoped, not even Millie in her dazed state, but rather the older man. She wasn’t really into men, yet there was a strange magnetism to him like she’d never felt before. His technical talk in her dreams felt more like poetry, that weaved its way through her mind making her feel so dozy and dim, a positively blissful state. She imagined herself as a field agent, although her brain perhaps took the job title too literally, as she thought of herself in an actual field.

‘As you can see Jackie, the role of field agent can be quite a tranquil, peaceful one. Often you’ll be brought out to locations like this, as part of your immersion into the role,’ the man told her.

She looked around, it looked to be a regular farmer’s field, with short green grass that cows grazed on. There really was a tranquillity to this place, unlike anything Jackie felt before. Even if it was but a dream, she much preferred the idea of being out somewhere nice like this than stuck in an office.

‘Cows?’ Jackie asked, a yawn working its way through her as she did.

‘Yes, a docile animal fit for milking and breeding, who find themselves at home in fields, what do you think of them Jackie?’

She struggled through a slight fogginess in her mind, the strange nature of the question didn’t help. The words began to come to her, not from her own thoughts but some half-remembered phrasing out of something, something she could hardly remember.

‘They’re such a cute animal, so peaceful without a care in the world, it sounds strange but maybe there’s a lot we can learn from them,’

         The man smiled at her and patted Jackie’s head, something in the real world, she’d never let happen, yet here in the dream, there was a strange comfort to it. When Jackie awoke, she found a damp patch between her legs. Completely embarrassed by it, Jackie chose not to think of it, or the implications, or the strange dream. Instead, she’d get ready for work and her next training video.

         As a change from her usual work pants today, she decided to opt for a skirt and tights, the reasoning why wasn’t that complicated, more that it just felt right to her. If she were going to be a field agent she’d need to learn to trust her instincts, that was something she remembered from the film. At least, she thought so, it could have been said to her in that strange dream too, either way, she went to work that day in a skirt and heels.

The Supervisor looked pleased to see her, and Jackie couldn’t help but rub her legs together slightly when her eyes went up and down her legs.

‘My you look smart today Jackie, I’m afraid there’s another film for you, don’t worry it gets far more interesting once you get to the training sessions. You’ll get an opportunity to apply what you learn, so make sure to focus, got it?’

‘Yes Miss, I’ll focus, and thank you for the compliment,’ Jackie smiled at her, still feeling that same attraction as before, yet also feeling a compulsion to follow her orders. Part of being a field agent was being able to follow orders well, so she’d do her best to focus.

         Once again sitting next to Jackie was Millie, who’d opted for the same skirt, tights, and heels getup as her. She hugged Jackie, taking her by surprise when she saw her.

‘It’s so good to see you back again! I can’t wait to watch the video,’ she told Jackie.

‘Didn’t you say how you can never sit through these things yesterday?’

Millie shook her head and laughed.

‘What? No, you must be imagining things, now look ahead and watch Jackie,’

         She swore that Millie said that to her yesterday, but once the film started, her priorities shifted to watching and focusing. The air conditioning in the conference room must have been off today, as the whole room felt so stuffy. She could barely concentrate with the heat, and the flashing issue seemed far worse today. Jackie’s eyes kept focusing and unfocusing, her legs spread apart to try and cool herself down, and she couldn’t help but breathe out of her mouth in heavy, deep breaths. The terminology was still confusing, but Jackie followed Millie’s advice, letting herself focus on the message as she ignored the words. Still, there was another growing issue. The man on screen, the one from her dream, the one she’d felt something she’d never felt about a man before. This growing attraction and desire to him. His words boring her was an issue she could deal with. His words making her feel so hot and flustered would be much more difficult.

‘Yes sir, I’ll make sure she enjoys this,’ Jackie heard Millie say, finding that she sounded so distant, so far away. She was still next to her though, as Jackie found out when Millie’s hands went straight between Jackie’s legs.

         She tried to move her arms, or her legs, or any part of her, yet looked down for a moment to see they were locked in place. When did that happen? Why was she bound and unable to move, and why was it when she tried to speak only whimpers and moans came out? The questions in her brain would dissipate when Millie started to stroke. Such a burning pleasure that soaked even through Jackie’s underwear. The video started to make a whole lot more sense then. Well, Jackie still couldn’t exactly process it, but the need to disappeared. Her eyes could glaze over, she could let her jaw go slack as her needy pussy was rubbed into perfect bliss. The pleasure broke down any mental defences, any resistance to the words the film pumped into her brain. Jackie blinked, her panties were soaked, she was sitting in a normal desk chair, no restraints or anything. She looked over to Millie who looked, well entirely normal.

‘What just happened? Weren’t you just, umm, you know,’

Millie just looked at her as if she were speaking gibberish.

‘What? No we just watched the video, and learned more about our role, you shouldn’t question these things Jackie, it’s not fitting of a field agent,’

         An uncertainty about her own reality crept into Jackie’s mind. Perhaps everything was normal, that she was just imagining or reinterpreting everything in a weird manner. She felt so dirty for it, that she was having these strange sexual fantasies, about Millie, about her supervisor, but most of all about this man. Perhaps she wasn’t a lesbian if she fantasised about these things? No, it was just a fantasy, she still liked women, she especially liked it when the Supervisor saw her coming out of the room, still dazed, and led Jackie out, hand on the small of Jackie’s back.

         The dream came to her again that night, once more in the field with the man, except this time naked. The breeze was light on her skin, and there was a strange freeing feeling to being nude. It didn’t matter that the man could see her, or that she was outside without any clothes on. Nothing really mattered to her in that state.

‘Hello again Jackie, you had quite the strange experience today, didn’t you?’ he said.

‘Yes, I don’t know what’s happening to me, should I really be a field agent if I just, well fantasise about this sort of thing?’

The man walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them gently.

‘There there, look at the cows Jackie, look at how peaceful they look. They don’t concern themselves with such things, a field agent doesn’t concern herself with such things. You’re still learning, you have so much to be instructed on and that can’t happen if you go filling your head with delusions. This is all perfectly normal Jackie, look into my eyes and you’ll understand,’

         Jackie looked up into the man’s eyes, it stoked her desire and lust, as she felt a part of herself fade away into the dream, a part of herself that would forever stand in the field. When she woke up, she was without concerns. Everything was normal. This was all part of her field agent training. Once again she went with a skirt and heels, but this time a far shorter skirt, and decided against underwear, she knew she would just end up getting wet anyways.

 ‘Very sexy Jackie, you’re going to be such a hot little field agent,’ the supervisor told her.

A small whimper escaped Jackie’s lips, as already her growing anticipation for today’s film was driving her into fits of arousal already. It didn’t help when the training supervisor reached under Jackie’s skirt and grabbed her ass. It was a little degrading, but she knew better now, that this was probably just another perverted fantasy of hers, that it wasn’t really happening, that this all normal. The supervisor led Jackie into the conference room, where in Jackie’s overly sexual mind she didn’t see a regular desk. She saw a chair with a dildo attached to it, with arm and leg restraints. God this made her feel hot, slutty, humiliated that she couldn’t control her overly active imagination. She even imagined Millie already strapped into the chair next to hers, already moaning away. Jackie went ahead and indulged her fantasy, she imagined how she locked herself in, how she slid her soaked pussy straight onto the sex toy. How it began to vibrate as she watched the film. Jackie lost herself in the film this time, with her inability to trust her own thoughts, it became so easy to live in the narrative this man constructed for her.

           Through a one-way glass window, the man from the videos and Jackie’s dreams watched. Kneeling besides him was the supervisor, who touched herself as she saw Jackie go through the same process she once did.

‘Mr Fairdale, she’s shown top percentile responses to suggestibility, arousal, and compliance tests. Her trust in her own brain is broken, soon our programming will take hold fully. As always sir, you’ve proven your genius,’ she said.

‘Now I can’t take all your credit, it was your idea to plant the marketing girl in there. Yes though, Jackie is quite remarkable, it’s almost a shame we’ll be removing that. Still, the buyer’s paying a good price, and if a docile hucow for milking and breeding he wants, well who are we to say no? Besides, I think she’s going to enjoy it, don’t you?’

The supervisor looked on as Jackie babbled and moaned, fucking herself in the chair as she repeated the training video back to the film in a mindless mantra. Yes, Jackie was enjoying it for sure, soon she’d realise her mind, her independence, her dignity, would all be a small price to pay for what was in store for her.

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One of my fsnticys is to be a nice dumb diaperd omega doting constenly on a nice alpha/ alphaes (or both) just pkayed with and bramrwadhed till there is nothing left but a series of button's to be pushed and to be bread ocashanly to see if eney of the alpha jeans whold rub off on me

Well well someone seemed to very much enjoy the fantasy haha, I've never heard it described as a series of buttons to be pressed but that's a lovely way to sum it up

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Are you a tist your self or do you just write Hypno story's very good by the way

Thank you! Tist is a very interesting title to me, since I'll state up front I'm not a professionally licenced hypnotist and well most of what I have learned about it has come from kink. I don't really write inductions or set about the usual ways of trance, however often with partners I'll take to using hypnotic language if they enjoy that sort of thing to well, induce a sort of trance state. Overall though I'm very much a switch, open to being hypnotized and well, at least simulating the experience for someone

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A empty brain is a better brain

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You have a choice

You have a choice as you browse here. You can choose to surrender yourself to all those arousing phrases and images that turn you more and more into a docile slut for anyone's use...or you can just ignore it all.

You can can choose to let yourself be brainwashed into a perfect fucktoy who feels only pleasure because their thoughts all got wiped clean...or you can choose not to.

And you can choose to spread these ideas to more and more people through reblogs so that you have plenty of other pets edging themselves into oblivion for the amusement of others...or you can do something else.

I know I told you you have a choice, but looking over your options here, we both know what choice you're going to make. And if you have any doubts there's no worry, you're locked in, your choice is already made.

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Given the nature of my blog I'm not sure what even could be inappropriate but sure go ahead

Reblog this if I can ask you a whole bunch of inappropriate questions!

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Just a little more

(A short, fun bit of writing to bridge the gap between longer stories)

You were running a little short on cash when a friend of yours recommended a new website, called Just a little more in a sultry pink, glittery writing. Being the intelligent young woman you are, you could tell this was the sort of site where people posted pictures and videos of adult content for money. You scoffed at the idea, looked down on it, why would you sell your body like that?

Still, you don’t really know why, you tapped on their introduction video. A short, flashy animation that explained how the site worked. You didn’t notice the subliminals stuck between frames, or how it seemed to dull your senses just a little to watch. Sure, you made an account, but only to see what people were posting. Maybe you’d find someone you knew, have a good laugh.

It only made sense to put up a picture of yourself too, just a casual profile picture, to you know, better represent your image on the site. It was a far cry from what other people were doing on there anyways. Hardcore BDSM stuff, all sorts of outfits that barely covered anything, and a few women looked completely braindead as they masturbated away. That wasn’t you, you were here just to check it out. That’s when the first message came in. A compliment from a guy on your picture. He’d tipped you too, and you first heard the Ping! What a wonderful sound! It reverberated through your head, felt amazing, the money you were sent was almost secondary to this bliss. He chatted to you a bit, trying to convince you to show a bit more, but at first you weren’t all that confident. That’s when he made a simple suggestion. Feet pics.

It was fine, right? You went barefoot or in flip flops at the beach, sometimes even slipped your shoes off somewhere public. It wasn’t like you were doing anything extreme. So you took the photos, put them up, and awaited the response. More messages. More tips. More Ping! The bliss of it, the overwhelming pleasure, you just needed to show a little bit more. Maybe show off some of your legs too, why not? Ping! Say, wouldn’t it get you a lot of attention if you worked your ass into the photos too? Ping! Just in a short skirt, with panties of course you weren’t going to go that far. At least that’s what you said, until the doms started messaging you.

A bombardment of fantasies and ideas you’d never dreamed of were swimming in your head. Not only that, but when they tipped that Ping! hit even harder, it was like your mind was being pulled in so many different directions at once. Just a little bit more on display with each photo. Just a little bit more fetish content worked in. Your wardrobe turned into lingerie and fetish outfits. Your makeup became thicker, your hair you grew out and dyed, but kept wigs for those who preferred other styles. Just a little bit more…. You needed to move to video, it was the logical choice. Ping! Oh it felt so good, every time you heard that sound you needed to get off, and then you’d sell the video of you getting off, and then you’d hear the sound again. Always just a little more, breaking a limit, trying a new fetish, buying yourself more toys and gear.

You were a quite a rich girl now, not that it mattered to you. All that mattered was that sound, as all thoughts except those of having just a little bit more faded away. Then, when a dominant you’d been chatting to for a while proposed you’d go to him, and live as his 24/7 slave, signing total control of your life over to him…well you had to, needed to push the boundary, craved, just a little bit more. 

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A burning question

Hah you thought this would be smut, no don't worry I'll get back to your regular scheduled teasing posts soon enough. My burning question is to do with social media. I've been on every big site around, yet here in an NSFW Tumblr community where we all like some out there stuff....how come is it people seem the most, well like real people? I guess when you're a regular reblogger of asses getting rammed you don't feel as much of a need to put on a face for the public. Alright anyways, stories and stuff soon.

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It’s in your head now

One of the interesting side effects of your growing hypnosis fetish, is how you just start to notice it everywhere. A friend makes a joke about hypnotizing you to do something, and without them even realising, you’re flustered. You start to listen to something that can relax you into sleep, but it’s not use, because you get turned on. It’s in your head now. Certain words become, almost a taboo for you. You can’t even call yourself sleep without this kink making its presence known in your mind. If you see someone nodding off, the thought crosses your mind. 

It took over your tumblr feed easily too, and those videos you’d “try out”? Well it looks like you watched the whole thing, and they’re filling up your recommended videos. Another trance, another drop, another state to experience. You keep going down the rabbit hole. It’s in your head now. You figured it would be harmless to try out, and yet here you are now, losing more control.

How much time do you spend edging to GIFs now? How much time in a state of trance from inductions? Do you even feel hazy from reading this? Hypnotists have been playing with your mind so much, there’s not much of you left, just different triggers and commands and lingering effects. You’re a canvas with a hundred painters all trying to get a brush stroke in. Let yourself become a mind fucked masterpiece. It’s in your head now. 

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The straight/not so straight anon who enjoyed the roommate roleplay here; when I’m very horny I start searching out bi/gay hypnotists on tumblr hoping to find some to sext and roleplay with while I get naked and hard for them because I’m a horny slut for hypno. But I never find any 😭

Aww poor anon, I'm sure there are a lot of Masters who would enjoy using your horniness to turn you into even more of a hypnoslut for their pleasure 💖

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I dream of becoming a doll who doesn't remember anything about herself except what is programmed into her. Me. The new me.

Dollification is an interesting part of hypnosis, it has the objectification of becoming a bimbo yet removes what little agency a bimbo has. It's a very fun idea for sure

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A Cup of Sugar Part 6 (Final)

       ( Link to part 5: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/625104871054508032/a-cup-of-sugar-part-5

Link to part 4: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624930403387670528/a-cup-of-sugar-part-4

Link to part 3: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624738938039533568/a-cup-of-sugar-part-3  

And parts 1 &2 https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624650236299821056/a-cup-of-sugar-parts-1-and-2

This should be the final part of the story but it’s still a little open ended, probably won’t revisit it in a while, as this part ended up a little disjointed, still well worth a read though!)

  Sophie awoke even earlier than usual, her dreams were plagued with strange, exciting new thoughts. Thoughts of submission, of servitude, of accepting a new type of bliss into her mind. She chalked it up to her new job, as Mark’s assistant she didn’t really know precisely what she’d be doing, just that she’d have to serve him to the best of her abilities, always. She was naked, because well, that’s how she always slept. Sophie rolled out of bed, ready to do her exercises and yoga. She didn’t know exactly when he’d mentioned them yesterday, but Mark had given her some affirmations, something she could say throughout her exercises to help the time pass. To help get her in the mindset for her new role.

‘I must keep my body in shape,’ she spoke aloud, quite quietly first.

It was a little embarrassing to her, even after speaking the first one, she could feel how pleasant it was.

‘Keeping my body in shape, makes me a better assistant,’ Sophie said.

They were just so easy to say as she stretched herself out and worked her body.

‘Being a better assistant, is what matters most to me,’

She started to speak a little louder now, finding the words came to her easier.

‘Being a good assistant is about serving,’

The words flowed from her lips, she barely thought about them.

‘Serving brings me pleasure,’

Yes, serving brought Sophie pleasure.

‘Pleasure keeps me docile,’

As if on cue, a pleasurable fog started to fill Sophie’s mind. She’d never felt so good doing her exercises before.

‘Being docile makes me happy,’

Yes, it did, a smile spreading across her face, a little bit of a giggle working its way into her affirmations. Some passed out of her mouth without her realising, others really stuck in her mind.

‘Love to please, live to serve,’

It was so easy now, she didn’t care if her words were louder, if her tone became a monotone, if the affirmations were making her so horny, so wet.

‘My mind and body belong to him now,’

Who was he? The person who they belonged to now? Sophie hoped to find out soon.

‘My mind has been cleaned of imperfections,’

Yes, it felt so squeaky clean these days, not so many old complicated thoughts cluttering it up.

‘I am perfectly brainwashed,’

The pleasure increased tenfold, it overwhelmed her senses, she couldn’t exercise through it. Instead she kneeled before her mirror.

‘I am mindlessly obedient and under his control,’

Her hands explored her body, just like how his did. Her breasts, her mouth, every inch of her. All on display. All for him.

‘I am his…his…slave!’ Sophie moaned out the final word as an orgasm rocked her body, rocked her mind, made the world disappear for a moment.

         Wow! That was her best session of exercises yet, she’d be sure to keep up with the affirmations. Sophie thought all this as she showered afterwards, not really aware of what happened or what she said, but not caring either way. Caring about stuff like that wasn’t her job, it was her bosses, and she was just his assistant. Sophie came out of the shower and laid out her outfit for her first day of work. She decided against underwear and a bra, they would just get in her way, be far too warm. Instead she went with a tie up pink crop top, it tied up in the front, just barely covering her breasts, her nipples of course were still noticeable under it. Then, she went with a microskirt, the word “princess” written across the butt in glitter. It rode so high on her, but Sophie didn’t mind, this was all who she was. She’d never worn much makeup but decided to put some on for her new job. Lipstick, a little eyeliner, just something to make her look cuter, ditzier, sexier. Sophie giggled, she was getting so dolled up for this, she hoped Mark would approve. She also put her hair up into two cute little pigtails, the perfect style for a silly girl like her.

         He’d told her yesterday to let herself in, so she did so, knowing she had plenty to do. The gathering he’d talked about was later that day, and Sophie couldn’t wait to meet all of Mas…Mark’s friends, to show how good of a girl she was. The first order of business was to prepare Mark’s breakfast, which she did with a surprising efficiency. It was like she just knew where everything was, but still, Sophie knew she could do it better. Mark mentioned he’d be training her a lot in her role, something that filled her with good, yummy feelings. She needed to be trained. Sophie, with breakfast complete, placed it on a tray, then brought it into Mark’s bedroom. He was still asleep, so Sophie fell to her knees beside the bed, raising the tray up into the air ready for him. She would kneel there until he awoke, no thought would pass through her mind.

 ‘Ah good morning princess, good job on bringing me breakfast,’ Mark said.

Sophie blinked; a wave of pleasure ran through her from his praise.

‘Thank you sir! I’m eager to please!’ she said.

Sophie placed the tray across Mark’s lap, then returned to her kneeling position. One thing she was finding tough about the job was anticipating Mark’s needs, but now he was awake she could simply let him tell her what to do.

‘Good girl, you have quite the day ahead of you, but not to worry I’ll help you through it. Now, recite affirmations ten through twenty as I eat my breakfast,’ he said.

Sophie’s mouth was moving before her mind could finish processing what he’d said. She chanted out her affirmations, getting wrapped up in them as they flowed through her mind and body. Mark looked over from his breakfast time to time at Sophie, she’d certainly changed a lot over the last few days. Sophie six days ago wore so much clothing, would die before going to her knees, and didn’t let anyone else influence how she thought. Now here she was, as close to naked as she could get, legs spread as she kneeled, hands placed upon them palms up. Another’s words chanted from her drooling, smiley lips, eyes wide and glazed. She was almost her true self now.

‘Stop, good girl, now it’s time to properly get to work,’ Mark said.

Sophie stopped, closing her mouth and nodding. While he was going to get ready for the day, Sophie was to give the apartment a good, final cleaning. She hummed to herself Mark’s music from yesterday, occasionally an affirmation slipping from her lips as she did so. The work was quite tiring, it seemed a good while before he was finished getting ready. As he once more emerged from his bedroom, his suit on ready for later, Sophie looked up at him with, filled with a newfound lust. In doing so, she’d knocked herself against a small table, causing a small vase to fall to the floor and crack. Alarm bells rang in her head, she’d just done something bad. Sophie instantly threw herself into a bow.

‘I’m so sorry sir! It was an accident I didn’t mean to, please don’t let me go I need you!’

  ��      It wasn’t a valuable vase, Mark knew that, but Sophie didn’t.

‘That’s perfectly alright my pet, mistakes do happen, although there will be some degree of punishment for this. Just so you understand to not make such a mistake again in the future,’ he said.

Sophie looked up at him, her boss who stood over her and looked so very tall, so commanding. She gulped, knowing she needed to be punished but hoping it wouldn’t be too awful. Mark went and took a seat on his black leather chair, then instructed Sophie to come over to him. She began to stand up, when he told her to stop.

‘On your hands and knees please, this is a punishment after all dear,’ he said.

Of course! How could she be so stupid! This was why she left the big decisions to him, Sophie crawled over on her hands and knees, head bowed in shame.

‘Now lay yourself on your front across my lap like a good girl,’

She did as she was told, now lying over her boss’s lap. He moved her body into position with his hands, making it so her butt was raised and vulnerable, as her head sagged over the side. Then, he brought down a firm smack on her cheeks. Sophie gasped, half from pain, half from pleasure.

‘We’re going to do a few more of these, after each you will repeat after me, understood princess?’

Sophie nodded her head. Another smack came down.

‘You are a naughty girl,’ Mark said.

‘I am a naughty girl,’

Smack. Another gasp of pleasure.

‘You deserve to be punished,’

‘I deserve to be punished,’

Smack, it felt so good for her.

‘By being punished, you’ll learn to be better,’

‘By being punished, I’ll learn to be better,’ Sophie gasped out.

Smack, he was so right.

‘Your body must be punished, so your mind can learn,’

‘My body must be punished, so your mind can learn,’

This time, there wasn’t a smack. Sophie awaited it, but nothing came. She went to turn and see why one wasn’t coming when it  hit her. This time afterwards, Mark’s hand lingered, squeezing the cheek.

‘Your mind must be empty, so your body can serve,’

‘My mind must be empty, so my body can serve,’

With that smack, it was like the thoughts were smacked straight out of her head.

‘You live to serve, and love to obey,’

‘I live to serve, and love to obey,’

The smack came down this time, bringing no pain, but only pleasure.

‘You give your body and mind to me now,’

‘I give my body and mind to you now,’

One last smack that brought waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

‘Good girl, you may stop repeating, but don’t get up just yet,’ Mark said.

She wouldn’t dream of it, not without his permission. Sophie lay in place as Mark’s hands now ran up and down her body. His touch was electric, it was fire, it was bliss. One hand settled by her breasts, the other soothed her sore cheeks.

‘There is one more piece of punishment I’m afraid Sophie, a slight demotion. Nothing to worry about, just a role I think fits better for you. From now on, you’ll be my servant. And I’m no longer your boss, but your master, is that understood?’

It was perfectly understood, perfectly clear. Sophie would need to work her way up from the bottom, serving as a servant first, before she could dream of being an assistant. Master. The word bounced about her head, feeling so good to think.

‘Yes Master, thank you Master,’ she said.

She lay there for a while longer, letting Master’s hands explore her body like a good servant should. Mark groped at her, he played with her nipples while telling her how she was now such a good girl for him. She couldn’t help but agree, she was a good girl for him now. Her old life was seeming so foggy, so fuzzy these days. When did she become her Master’s servant? What did she do before this? The questions only lingered in her mind for moments, her thoughts being replaced by affirmations, by his words, by whatever Master wanted. She’d reach orgasm just from those words alone, just from letting them now permeate in her mind.

‘Looks like you made a mess of yourself princess, go clean yourself up, then it’s time to get things ready for our gathering,’  

           Sophies face and body were covered in drool. She crawled down off of Master’s lap, then went to the bathroom on all fours. It was natural for her to be low down, to act so inferior to her Master. Sophie cleaned herself up in the bathroom, her hands exploring her body as she did. She felt so sexy being Master’s servant, she knew she was only meant to touch with his permission but it just felt so good! Sophie giggled at herself in the mirror, noticing just how slutty and silly she looked. Some part of her deep down had an issue with this, but she was quickly learning to ignore it. Before she could bring herself to orgasm again though, she’d leave the bathroom, as per Master’s orders.

 ‘Today servant, I’m going to teach you something very important, it’s how to make Master’s special punch,’ Mark said, as Sophie returned from the bathroom, still so hot and bothered.

She crawled over to Master, who on the kitchen counter had before him a large punch bowl. The bowl to Sophie looked already full, as she kneeled by the counter, kneeled next to her Master. Looking up at him made her feel so weak, so powerless, and she couldn’t help but notice just how sexy he was. She’d always found him sexy and irresistible, right? Sophie remembered something about how she’d purposely ordered a delivery to go to his place, just to have an excuse to introduce herself.

         Master explained to Sophie exactly how his punch was made, how he used a special combination of chemicals to stimulate arousal, to weaken the will of the person who drank it. Sophie of course would drink plenty up throughout the day, as Master explained to her the importance of regular taste testing. She’d slurp it down hungrily, greedily, becoming addicted to the sweetness of the substance. She’d often feel too weak or dizzy to drink anymore, but Master would be so kind to hold her head and pour it down her throat. Any excess she sucked off his fingers. He’d explain a little more about the job as she did this, as she felt the core of her being changing to fit his whims. It made her so wet. After such a long day, Master let her have a short nap, on the pink couch.

‘Wake up servant, I need you at least lucid for your final task today. Our guests will be arriving shortly,’

         Sophie was snapped out of her grogginess when she felt a tug at her neck. She looked down to see something new, a pink collar around her neck. Attached to it was a chain, being held by her Master. The collar felt so tight around her neck, she’d always feel its presence around her neck now. The tug was enough to cause her to roll onto the floor, where she remained on her hands and knees. When she tried to ask about the collar, Sophie felt the ballgag in her mouth. Not only that, but she was entirely naked with her clothes nowhere in sight.

‘I took the liberty of removing your clothes, they’d only get in the way for what’s to come. You’ll also notice something else happening to you shortly. Don’t try to fight it, it’s going to help finish my work,’

His work? What was Master…Mark talking about? Sophie was trying to realise what he’d done, when she truly realised all that he’d done. The last few days came to her all at once, and for the first time in almost a week, she was well and truly awake. A panic overtook her, over what she’d become, over what he’d done to her. Her eyes went wide, she attempted to crawl away but couldn’t escape the collar and chain.

‘This is the most important phase, I may have had you brainwashed before, but there was always the risk of you snapping out of it, and returning to, this,’ Mark said, the disdain on his face clear.

‘When the guests arrive, we’re going to overwhelm this version of you, until you willingly give yourself to me,’

         Sophie wouldn’t let it happen, she wasn’t going to let herself be beaten like this, let Mark and his friends, these other guys do stuff to her. What could she do though? Collared and gagged, she could just try to run at Mark, but still found herself too weak, too groggy from all that he’d done. There was a knock on the apartment door, Sophie felt a lump in the back of her throat. This was it, the last few moments for her if she wasn’t able to resist. The possible end of her independence.

‘Come in, she’s ready for you!’ Mark called out.

         So, they did, these friends of Mark that Sophie feared. At least, she did until they entered the room. They weren’t a bunch of guys looking to use her, but rather women, beautiful, blonde women who all looked to be interchangeable. There were a whole crowd of them, and in Sophie’s disorientated state it was hard to tell how many, or even to tell them from each other. They all wore the same, low cut pink dress, the same gem studded open toe high heels. They all wore the same vacuous smile on their faces.

‘She’s so cute Master! Excellent choice!” one of them said.

‘I can’t wait until she joins us, ooh I call dibs on her ass training,’ said another, who leered over her.

         Ass training? Join them? Sophie shook her head, attempting to crawl away, yet this human sea of pink simply walked closer. One of them reached down and…. they stroked her. Like some sort of pet they stroked her. Sophie turned bright red, unsure what to do in retaliation.

‘Aww honey, you must be feeling scared but there’s no need to worry. He’s done this to all of us and we’re much happier,’

‘Yeah, like you get to be his slave for a bit and that’s fun, but then he sets you up with a job, a life, and introduces you to like, the best people!’

         Their words were backed up by their soft caresses. Sophie couldn’t help quiver and moan over their soft, delicate touch. No doubt Mark’s drugs were still in her system, or he’d put something in her head to make their touch feel so good. Hands, breasts, bodies were starting to surround her. She felt herself being lifted onto that pink couch, laid down on the cold pleasurable leather. They held down her ankles, her wrists, but she couldn’t fight even if she wanted to.

‘It’s bliss when Master finally breaks you, don’t worry we’ll leave you on the edge for a while,’

‘Master does the final breaking anyways, you’ll finally get to experience his cock, well, experience it while lucid,’ one giggled.

         The slaves became more erotic in their touch, groping at Sophies breasts, running their tongues up and down her body. This white hot pleasure shot through her system. She moaned and groaned into her gag. Leaning into their touches, their caresses. It all felt too good, it was all too much, she couldn’t, she couldn’t….resist….

‘That’s disappointing, it looks like she’s already breaking. Well girls step aside, I’ll finish her off,’ Sophie heard Mark saying, he sounded a world away.

Sophie’s eyes flickered, her senses melted by pleasure, her brain rattling about unable to focus on anything for more than a second. One moment she wanted to resist, another she felt fear, but on most moments she felt a calm bliss. The calm bliss was winning out, and it was when she felt her legs be spread, and something placed between them it took over. Mark made his first thrust into her, and once more became Master in her mind. Sophie saw the light. Her independence, her resistance, it was all for nothing. For now, she was a slave, a slave who now rode her Master’s cock. It was if he was fucking the will straight out of her, as a new baseline of slavery compounded on that he’d brainwashed into her. Even if she snapped out of her state, there was no going back now. Sophie was a slave. Mark was her Master. This was how it was. When he finally came, he removed her ball gag, to see that same vacuous smile worn upon her face as his other conquests.

‘Thank you for showing me the truth Master, this slave is yours now,’ she droned.

‘Very good, girls, you may enjoy her now,’

         Once more slave-Sophie was met with a sea of hands, and she experienced her mind breaking all over again. The bliss overwhelmed her, she didn’t know when she’d been carried back into Master’s bedroom, or when she’d ended up in a huddle of slave girls, who fed her more punch, who played with her whole body. It didn’t matter now, she could rest, so she’d awake tomorrow, as her Master’s forever slave.

         Life in the city was tough, there was no denying it. It was proving easy though for Sophie, a 19-year-old mindless slave, who only ever needed to do as her Master asked.