#brandnewslut

A sharp knock on your door snaps you away from staring at the doorknob of your new roommate’s closed door. Your coffee has gotten cold, you’ve been wordlessly standing there for that long. The last few days have been… Uneventful. You keep expecting to hear something, to sense something, but your house has been all quiet. You want so badly to go in there, to check on him, to see what kind of state he’s in, but you promised you wouldn’t. Not even to bring him some water. The first three days, he said, were crucial… Like a caterpillar in a cocoon, he needed to remain totally isolated, even the smallest piece of input could bring him out of his trance. He needed his first outside contact to be from his “hypnotherapist”.

Who is probably the one banging on your door right now.

You don’t know what sort of person you were expecting… maybe a skeezy guy holding a pocket watch, but a professionally dressed woman with a black breifcase and her hair tied up in a bun certainly wasnt it. She greets you warmly, and smiles at your stunned expression. She’s hot! What’s a woman like this doing making house calls to hypnosis fetishists? She assures you she’s here to see your boarder and asks whether you’ve resisted the urge to look inside. You blush, but tell her that no, you haven’t so much as cracked the door into the room. She seems pleased to hear this, but gestures you to leave her to her patient.

You pause for a split second, your eyes flicking to the door. You realize too late that this woman’s presence has given you a huge, throbbing boner. You want to see inside? She inquires casually, trying not to smirk. You stutter something about being too busy, and quickly leave them to it. You don’t want this beautiful woman to think you’re aroused by what’s happening in there.

But as you brew a new coffee, you find yourself getting curious. Moreso than you’ve ever felt before. What’s going on in there? What are they doing? You sneakily sidle up to the door, pressing your ear against the cold, hard wood. What you hear from the woman you let in makes you cock throb like never before.

“Oh, that’s a good girl… what a good little slut, sitting like this for so long… You’re such a posable little toy, you could sit like this for days, and you will… You’re barely started yet… There we go…. Lets get these off you… oh, pretty! *snap* nothing going on in there at all, gooood little bitch…. Here, drink this… good girl…. All of it, there you go…. Okay slut, time to lie down. On the floor here…..”

You listen through the door as the hypnotherapist starts a routine, getting her patient to relax…. to allow more information in…. to absorb it permanently more and more. Your hand starts to creep into your pants as you start to get an idea of what sort of instructions your guest has been mindlessly listening to. Hes in there… addicting himself to sex. Sex as a woman! With men, with women, always as the submissive, the obedient, taking cocks inside him…. God, why would anyone do that to themselves? But you look down at your throbbing cock, and part of you thinks…. That actually is pretty hot… not being feminized, that sounds like a nightmare…. But fucking a brainwashed little bitch? One who has willingly erased his mind and turned himself into a demure little doll? You can kinda see the appeal in that….

You pull you hand out of your pants, not quite sure how to deal with that thought. Would you? Could you? Will you get to? And suddenly there’s a click, and the door you’re eavesdropping through swings open and you’re left awkwardly standing where you know you’re not supposed to be with a very obvious bulge showing.

The therapist does not seem phased. She just smiles kindly and asks you if you’ll so your guest another favour? You nod, not really sure how else to react, and follow her back into the dark room.

Your eyes adjust and you swallow. The air is thick with sweat and…. Something else. Something girly smelling? Maybe the therapist sprayed something in here? You decide not to worry about it as your eyes fall on your guest. Lying on his back on the floor, his mouth hangs open and his eyes stare blankly at the ceiling above him. He’s wearing nothing but some kind of cage over his cock, which seems to be leaking fluid. He looks high out of his mind.

Your cock twitches.

The therapist explains to you that he’s not even in the room. He’s so deep in a trance and has been subject to severe brainwashing since you locked his door. She proves her point by roughly slapping his face. He doesn’t even blink.

So what does she want you to do? You ask, never taking your eyes off the hypnotized person in front of you. Two things, she responds, to add to your list of instructions. She hands you her suitcase, and opens it. Its full of syringes.

Every day at precisely 12pm, you are to enter the room and inject her with two of these syringes, she says, removing two of them. One in her rump, she demonstrates, plunging the needle into your guest’s ass and squeezing it empty… and the other into her lips. She swiftly does the same with the second syringe into the lip above his gaped mouth. Try to alternate top to bottom each day, she instructs, smiling.

You’re stare into the suitcase, at the rows and rows of needles you’ve just been asked to drug another human being with. You have so many questions about what is happening in here… but this woman is to beautiful, so intimidating in how calm she is…. so instead you ask, what’s the second thing? She grins, and drops her gaze to your still-bulging crotch. She needs you to… start feeding her, she begins. Her patient has… extremely specific dietary requirements, and she asks you if you’ll be willing to provide semen to feed her with?

Your cock twitches.

She chuckles as you stand with your mouth open, staring stupidly, not unlike the other occupant of the room. It’s alright, she assures you. She only needs a small amount to get by each day, perhaps two orgasms worth? She begins sitting up the hypnotized guy, and getting him back into his bondage rig. By the time she’s put his vr headset back on, you’ve mustered up the courage to speak.

How often, and how should you… administer it? You ask lamely. She packs her belongings, getting ready to restart the looping hypnosis. Oh, once or twice a day will be fine….  as for how to get it in her.. Well, she’s not gonna bite. Put that package you’re smuggling down her throat and just try to enjoy yourself!

She tells you she’ll see you in a few days for the next conditioning enforcement and with a smile leaves you alone in the room with a man in the process of brainwashing himself into a sex slave. This is happening.

Your cock twitches. You wonder if now will qualify as feeding time….

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” You ask, running your finger over the large red button. This is all so weird.  When your friend, not really even your friend, this stranger you talk to on the internet, when they messaged you and asked if you could do them a favor… How could you say no to a deal like that? You didn’t think they would really take you up on your offer of a room. A room to stay in while they erase themselves.

“I’m sure…” he giggles, eyes wide, excited at what he’s finally doing. You’re thinking of him as a he, but even at a glance you can tell there’s something else going on there. He’s been taking something, surely. Men don’t have figures like that, waists that tiny. Men especially don’t have lips that large or such long beautiful hair…. What the fuck is up with this guy?

“You…. You’re not gonna rob me and leave me here are you?” He smirks, choosing not to look you in the eye. You feel a slight sting as you realise this is all part of it. He doesn’t even trust you. If he did, would it really count as “true helplessness”?

Because that’s why he’s here. You think back to the ad you responded to. It was only a few days ago, but things have moved so fast since then….

WANTED: A partner to help me experience true, complete helplessness. I will need a room in your home, in which I will dose myself with mind-altering drugs, bind myself beyond escape, and use hypnosis to fuck my mind beyond comprehension. You will need to take me to some pre-paid appointments, and watch over me to make sure I don’t die. After 40 days, my schedule will be complete and you can do whatever you like with me. Use me, make money off hiring me out. Sell me for all I care.

So you watch, transfixed and this person goes about binding themselves tightly in place. As they shove a large vibrating plug into their asshole. As they pull a sports mouthguard from its case, and carefully, slowly insert it over their teeth. He showed it to you earlier, it’s completely lined with tabs of LSD. He’s got three more that you will have to put into his mouth every 10 days. He said there’s enough in each one to totally fry his brain, and absorbing it through his gums should make it kick even harder…. This guy is really serious about what he’s doing.

He beckons you over, and you help him finish off his rig. You bind his hands, place the VR headset over his eyes, noise cancelling headphones over his ears, and finish up with the ball-gag over his lips. He takes a sharp inhale through his nose as he steers himself for what’s to come. Even around the ball in his mouth, you can see him smiling involuntarily. He’s fucking loving this.

You look over the schedule he handed you, detailing his pre-paid appointments. He has a hypnotherapist coming every three days to, as he put it “reinforce my programming”, you’re supposed to let them in and just leave them to it. In 14 days you have to remove him from the rig and transport him to a small private surgical practice nearby. You’re not sure what they’re going to do to him there, but you’re supposed to put him back on hypnos as soon as he gets out of surgery.

From there, there are 2 more surgical appointments a dental appointment of some description, and one right at the end of the 40 days, with apparently 2 weeks of recovery time in the hospital. What the fuck is this guy planning on doing to himself?

The final note, just mentions a dodgy tattoo and piercing studio downtown. You’ve walked past it before, but the people there seem a little extreme for your liking. The note next to it says “just leave me there if you don’t want to deal with me anymore”.

You look from the list you’ve agreed to stick to, to the immobile person bound in front of you. He’s bobbing up and down now, looking like a little kid about to get a candy shopping spree. He gives the signal, a slow, calculated nod, and you push PLAY on the device plugged into his headset and headphones. Flashing lights and strange noises start, and you’re sure are going to continue nonstop for the next 40 days.

As agreed you exit the room, turning off the light and locking the door behind you, not to return for 12 hours to check on him.

You stand at the door for a long time thinking about what’s going on on the other side of it…did you just get yourself a free sex slave? Coz it really seems like that’s what he’s doing to himself. Well, if nothing else, the next 40 days, are going to be really fucking interesting.

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*Giggles*

Hi friends! It feels nice to be posting again. I couldn’t find any good porn to go with this story, so if you find some, like send it my way and I’ll add it :D

I suuuuper wanna try this for myself… any volunteers to be my babysitter?

<3 Age

Jesse was in no hurry to get back to class. Had a bathroom pass, but they couldn’t tell her how long to take, so she wandered and daydreamed as as she took the long way to the farthest toilet. She swished her skirt, which was intentionally a few inches shorter that uniform regulation, and shivered with naughty feelings as the material brushed her smooth, pale thighs.

The truth was, Jesse wandered so long and so randomly because she was hoping that some boy or some teacher might cross her path. She wanted to fuck. She had sat in class, barely listening to some old bag droning on and on about whatever “social studies” were, and dreaming about a little social studying of her own. Ever since she had lost her virginity, Jesse had lost interest in anything other than boys. She was so mystified at the idea of being fucked and pleasing cocks that she didn’t spare thought for much else.

But cock was proving be difficult to nail down. She was only now what the boys called “legal”, but they all seemed nervous around her. Having very little experience in seduction herself, she didn’t know how to seal the deal. She could awkwardly flirt,but it was so clunky, and she hadn’t been able to come up with the words that might make a boy take his pants off for her. There were three teachers at her entire school that were hot younger men, but one was married and the all three had also rejected her at various points over the last few years.

Jesse couldn’t concentrate on anything. She was so very horny. She was frustrated. She had this dripping wet little teenage pussy, and no guy wanted to touch it! What was wrong with them? Or…. What was wrong with her?

“Excuse me, miss? You dropped this…”

Jesse was startled from her thoughts, burning red at how distracted she was. A student approached her and handed her a tube of lotion. She was confused, this wasn’t hers. More Perfect? She’d never even heard of this brand. She wasn’t even sure what it did…

“Guaranteed to make you more perfect!” giggled the smiling woman on the tube. That wasn’t much to go on at all…..

Wait. A boy! A boy had handed her this! This was her cha-

Weird. He’d just… disappeared. Jesse squeezed her shapely thighs together and groaned. That was the perfect opportunity! Looking down at the bottle, she wondered if maybe she did need to be more perfect.

Finally hurrying to the bathroom, Jesse uncapped the bottle. It smelled really nice, like plums. She poured a dollop onto her finger, and rubbed it experimentally onto her neck. She breathed in a deep whiff of the scent,and smiled dizzily.

Her skin felt really good… She should definitely put more of this on…. Jesse’s face went passive and blank as she automatically pulled up her shirt, undid her bra and started slathering the mystery liquid all over her teenage breasts. She stood there for longer than she realized, massaging herself, gasping and breathing heavily, letting the pleasant, loopy feelings sink further and further into her skin… 

An hour later, Jesse suddenly snapped back into reality. Had she been massaging this lotion into her boobies all this time? She couldn’t remember! The bottle was empty…. maybe she had? She giggled, mostly unconcerned with this development… after all, she had much more important things to worry about than some silly lotion! She grinned to herself as she made her way to her next class. Her boobies were so pert and sensitive now.. Every step produced a jiggle, every jiggle sent a little jolt of kinky lightning down her belly and directly into her clit. It was wonderful, the short walk to the door revved her up so perfectly… She was definitely going to find some cock today!

Her teacher, Mr. Alan, noted she looked dazed, he wondered if she had been smoking drugs. The little slut was probably just the type to cut class and sneak in a puff. She subtly sniffed at her as she passed, but he didn’t smell weed. In fact, she smelled wonderful! Like, thick creamy cocoa… His favorite drink! He watched her as she sauntered heel-toe to the back of the class.. slightly mesmerized by the way her supple ass swung back and forth… It should be illegal for women to walk like that… he could get in so much trouble just for looking! He gasped and suddenly sat down at his desk as she approached her desk at the back of the class - She want wearing underwear! He had caught a little glimpse of her perfect ass and her teenage pussy! 

He swallowed as she innocently looked over her shoulder and met his eye. That wasn’t an accident. The little slut was flashing him! Dazed, he re-adjusted his pants and attempted to put the thought out of his mind. He was a grown adult, and these kids needed to learn about important life skills like Pythagorean Triangles. 

Jesse had been uncharacteristically quiet during the lesson. She must’ve be high, she looked so dazed and distracted. The image of her smooth pink pussy still glistened in his mind, as he got up to move around the classroom and offer help. He couldn’t help sneaking glances at the cute redhead, but not once did she ever return his look. Maybe the little show before had been him misreading a coincidence? As he worked his way towards the back of the class, the smell of fresh, warm cocoa again seeped its way up his nostrils. Could anyone else smell that? He noticed that the students sitting near her also seemed distracted by the smell, where was it coming from? He bent over to determine if someone had spilled a drink on the classroom floor, and his nose led him to the source of the now-overpowering smell.

Mr. Alan was dizzy… how was this happening? Jesse was clearly masturbating in his class… and too distracted by her own playing to even notice that he was watching! But the smell coming off her was… amazing… every time he breathed in it made him feel dizzy… he wanted more… he wanted to taste this student’s pussy… at the current moment getting fired was not even important enough to register, the smell was so intoxicating and perfect!

“Class Dismissed…”

The class didn’t react much to their teacher, on his knees, dizzily mumbling at them to leave. The smell hung heavily in the room as they robotically packed up their books and quietly filed out. Mr Alan watched them go without even rising to stand, and when the door shut he turned back to Jesse and her mouthwatering scent, expecting to find the dazed girl still masturbating blankly.

Instead, he found a quite different view greeting him.

“Is this what you wanted Mr. Alan?”

Jesse was looking at him mischeviously, pulling panties aside that she must have sneakily pulled back on during class…

Mr Alan’s heart skipped a beat. It was… PERFECT. The smell, the view, everything, he wanted nothing more than to push his face into it and drown. He leaned forward to get a taste of those sticky juices that were dripping so gratuitously…

And suddenly the panties snapped back into place and Jesse giggled to herself.

“Nuh-uh! Me first! Stand up, Mr Alan! I wanna see your dick!”

There was no argument.At this point he would do anything to lay eyes and nose on that perfect young cunt again… He rose to his feet as Jesse excitedly sank to her knees. He looked down blankly, unsure of what she wanted as she opened her mouth wide and issued a demand.

“Fuck my face, Mr Alan! I wanna feel a man-sized cock down my throat!”

His brain overpowered by lust, Mr Alan needed no further nudging.Lining up to the perfect little mouth below him, he thrust all the way inside her, and was rewarded twofold: The noise that escaped the girl was a boner-inducing squeal of joy, a sound of pure lust and happiness. It made him infinitely more horny, and reduced his mental resistance even further. The second reward was more direct: An enormous amount of pheromones suddenly dropped from Jesse’s pussy, filling the room like a bath bomb. The perfect scent of mad lust filled every corner of the room as the young redhead finally experienced what sucking cock was really like.

Her lips and mouth were tingling with ecstacy. Her throat was being stretched open pleasurably. This was amazing. This was perfect. This was the only thing she wanted to feel for the rest of her life.

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1 week later, things were a little different at Jesse’s school. For one thing, everyone walked around looking a little dazed and distracted. Each of the students and teachers were constantly smelling their very favorite smell in the world. The thick, pungent smell hung in the air, it made for a very relaxed and sluggish atmosphere.

For another thing, people were constantly making their way towards the math block, and emerging looking blank but satisfied. If one was to follow the smell, somehow resisting the mental effects if forced upon the human mind, they would eventually enter Mr Alan’s classroom, and find the source of the scent that was keeping everyone so docile.

Simply put, Jesse’s body was perfect. The lotion had seeped into her every cell, making her entire body into one enormous pheromone-spewing erogenous zone. Her large, rapidly-grown boobies were round and bouncy, her nipples could rightly be considered to be extra clits. Her mouth, so warm and inviting, felt to her like an extra vagina, a hole to put cocks in and feed on their beautiful goo. Her pussy, clit and asshole, having been coated repeatedly in lotion from her unwashed hands, were all swollen and oversensitive to touch. The little redheaded fuckdoll was extremely needy, but luckily she had no problem making anyone nearby take their clothes off and shower her with the only thing she really cared about now.

Jesse had been made Perfect by that mysterious lotion. 

Even if she had the mental capacity to think about her decisions, I doubt she would change a fucking thing.

From: Kim-Babe, please don’t make me do this…. I’m sorry okay! I won’t do it again! (message sent 4:50pm)

From: Dennis - Nuh-uh! You want to come to my job and embarrass me to entertain your douchey new friends? You can work my shift tonight! (message sent 4:50pm)

From: Dennis -And if you have any ideas about getting your body back after work, you’ll send me every damn selfie I tell you to. Make it good, your mates want to see some cleavage! (message sent 4:51pm)

From: Kim- Okay…. but just this one, right? I don’t want these guys to think you’d cheat on me? (message sent 4:52pm)

From: Dennis- That’s not what you were thinking about last night! Flashing my top up for your idiot mate Don. You’re lucky this is all I do to you. Now send the selfie or you can work my whole week for me. (message sent 4:54pm)

To: Don, Jack, Henry, Josh, Dennis. From: Kim - Great to see you boys last night! Thanks for ALL the tips! XX Kim (message sent 4:56pm)

From: Dennis - Good. How does that feel? To be just a set of tits attached to “just a waitress?” (message sent 4:56pm)

From: Kim - Okay, you’ve made your point… It’s embarrassing okay…. I gotta start your shift now. (message sent 4:58pm)

From: Dennis - Don’t forget, you’ve gotta send another every hour! (message sent 4:59pm)

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To: Don, Jack, Henry, Josh, Dennis. From: Kim - Hooters! Come down and say hi boys! Maybe you’ll see more of all this! (message sent 6:08pm)

From: Dennis - Ha! I knew that would sound funny! Also btw you’re 10 minutes late! (message sent 6:11pm)

From: Kim - I know I’m sorry, there were these customers. They were being assholes and one tried to put a spoon up my butt!  (message sent 6:11pm)

From: Dennis - Awwww what’s the matter? Can’t handle being “just a waitress” babe? Welcome to hospo! How are you doing on tips?  (message sent 6:12pm)

From: Kim - I’ve made none? Am I supposed to be going for tips?  (message sent 6:12pm)

From: Dennis - Not gonna eat very well this week if you don’t! Tell ya what, make $100 in tips tonight, and I won’t mess with your brain anymore! (message sent 6:13pm)

From: Kim - What did you do…. I feel funny…. Slow. Bubbly. Did you do this to me? (message sent 6:17pm)

From: Dennis - Haha. Good luck out there! Get your flirt on and make dat monaaayyyy!  (message sent 6:18pm)

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To: Don, Jack, Henry, Josh, Dennis. From: Kim - Heeeey boys….. You’re all missing out! There’s so many yummy guys here, I might have to pick another while I wait hehehe xxxxKIMMY  (message sent 7:30pm)

From: Dennis - Late again! And I didn’t tell you to say that! Where’d you get those terrible ears from?  (message sent 7:32pm)

From: Kim - hehe a cuuuuute customer gave them to me! they were his tip arent they hawt?!  (message sent 7:33pm)

From: Dennis - Maybe I overdid it…. No more late snaps! You’re supposed to be be learning a lesson!  (message sent 7:33pm)

From: Kim - soz babe donny is coming to see me im gonna drink with him after my shift! i dunno if ill have time for more pix tho kay don’t wait up he said he wants to give me somethin omg fun rytttt!!!!!  (message sent 7:34pm)

From: Dennis - No! No! Do not hang out with that douche! You come home straight after work!  (message sent 7:35pm)

From: Kim - bossy much? I’m not your property luv and anyway donnys gonna pay! if ur not careful i myt go be his gf insteada urs lol :p hes a total bad boy and im kinda into that (message sent 7:36pm)

From: Kim - have good night cya whenever i make it home lolol mwah! (message sent 7:37pm)

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My cap swap for @evie-hyde​ I hope you love it as much as I loved yours! xox