“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?
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
Villain’s apartment complex was cheap and smelled like pot. Villain knew this. Normally, it didn’t bother them. Villain work didn’t always pay well. This was a place they could consistently afford.
With Hero here, however, Villain was a little uncomfortable— embarrassed even. They were suddenly aware of how trashy their place was.
When they got to the third floor, they felt it even more acutely.
“Hey, sugar. You and your friend lookin’ for a good time?”
“Not tonight, doll.” Villain planned to walk straight past, but the woman stepped in front of them, pouting.
“Come on, sugar… you always say yes.” The woman trailed her hand down Villain’s arm. “Won’t you at least introduce me?”
“No.” Villain said flatly. “Move.”
The woman turned to Hero instead. “Are you really okay with them speaking for you?”
“No.” Hero said, but then continued. “Unfortunately for you, you’re really not my type.”
“Oh? And what is your type?”
“Tall, black hair, blue eyes— someone who can kick ass.” Hero gave the woman a once over. “You don’t seem to have any of those things.”
Villain felt their face burn. Hero had all but described them. “Well, you heard them, doll. How about you get out of our way and maybe I’ll come back later, hm?”
“No. You won’t.” Hero interjected, pulling Villain past the woman.
—
“Why did you say that?” Villain asked as they fumbled with their lock.
“Why did I say what?”
“When she asked what you’re type is.”
“What do you mean? That is my type.”
“Hero.” Villain pushed their door open. “You described me.”
Hero laughed. “Yeah, right. Like you fit the last criteria.”
“Hero! Kicking ass is literally my job! I kick your ass every other week!”
“Okay, so what if you are my type?” Hero followed Villain into their apartment. “It doesn’t mean I like you. Just people similar to you.”
“That sounds stupid.” Villain closed their door.
Hero shrugged. “Whatever. It’s not like I’m even interested in anyone right now.”
“Of course you’re not…” Villain muttered. “No life outside of work.” They grumbled, turning away.
Hero’s expression darkened.
Before Villain knew what was happening, Hero had spun them around and backed them against the wall, holding Villain by the collar. For a brief moment, Villain thought they were about to be punched in the face. “Hero—”
Hero cut Villain off with a kiss on the lips. It was rough and drunkenly clumsy. After a moment of shock, Villain pushed Hero off.
“Hero! What the hell??”
“I’m not some loser, y'know.” Hero muttered, angry. “I value my job. I enjoy what I do. It just… gets in the way of other things. So I lie. I say I don’t like things that I really do because I hope that maybe— just maybe— I can convince myself that I don’t really want anything else.”
“Hero—”
“Shut up! What I’m trying to say is that I do like you!” Hero’s eyes searched Villain’s face, making Villain feel a little uncomfortable. In a moment, Hero’s expression faltered. “And… you’re not even remotely interested, are you. Heh…” Hero took a step away. “Just my luck.”
“Hero, what did you expect from me? You’re drunk— you think I’m just going to take everything you say at face value?”
“I’m not thatdrunk!”
“Yes, you are! This is the most I’ve heard you say in the entire two years that I’ve known you! And even when you’re a little talkative, you’re always very calm and logical. Nothing you’ve said is logical!”
Hero covered their face with their hands. “Just… just stop, okay?” They said quietly. “If you don’t like me back, then whatever, just… leave it.”
“I didn’t say that I don’t like you—”
“You didn’t have to.” Hero snapped, not moving from where they stood.
“Hero, I’m not going to kiss you when you’re drunk. If you still want to kiss me in the morning, we can reevaluate then.”
“I’m leaving.” Hero turned towards the door.
“No, you’re not.” Villain caught Hero by the arm.
“Let go of me.” Hero snarled.
“I will not. You are staying here until you’re sober and that’s that.”
“If you don’t let go right now, I swear, I don’t fucking care if I can’t use my powers, I’m going to make you regret it.”
“I am not letting you go. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Villain pulled Hero back against them.
Hero struggled, yelling as they tried to kick Villain.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to make you stop.” Villain’s tone was calm, but their hold was firm.
Hero calmed down a little bit, but was still extremely tense. “Fine. Fine, just let go.”
Villain let go slowly and Hero took a step away, glaring into the ground.
Hero took a moment to breathe, and then bolted for the door.
Villain didn’t have time to grab them, but they instinctively reached out with their mind. They didn’t usually use their powers on civilians or people without powers. Since Hero was drunk, they couldn’t shield their mind, so Villain wouldn’t have used their powers under normal circumstances. However, this wasn’t under normal circumstances.
Hero placed their hand on the doorknob, but made it no further, their knees buckled and they collapsed onto the ground, unconscious.
I love you for the way you squirm under my gaze. I love you for the way you grind and hump when you’re needy. I love you for the way you drool when you’re begging. I love you for the way you go cross-eyed for my cock. I love you for the soft whimpers you make when I tease you. I love you for the eager way you worship me. I love you for the puddle you form between your legs as you kneel at my feet.
Tonight, I’m going to cuddle you in my lap, play with your hair, and tear apart your identity by targeting every lie you tell yourself. I’ll break you down with your own doubts and self-conscious worry. I’ll pull at your weaknesses and wear down your strengths.
It’s only when you’re in pieces that I’ll be able to make you into something better than you were
Her resistance had been cute at first, but in the end, he’d decided it had to go. And so he watched over her as the toy inside her buzzed in sync with the audio track through the earbuds, waiting for her to be remade.
I remember once asking cookie A.K.A. @bimbodreams how Mr. C went about hypnotizing her and conditioning her. she was a little far gone already by this point, so she was not as articulate as she once was, so she couldn’t really describe it too well. But she said that it had to do a lot with sensory deprivation, like being in a dark room (for them it was their bathroom), while being subjected to His words and her mantras. I have to think that something like this would take the conditioning to a whole new and accelerated level.
Safety note: Both breath play/breath restriction and latex vac beds/vac body bags can be extremely dangerous if not done properly without taking appropriate safety precautions. Do not attempt without properly educating yourself about how to do so safely.
