“And awake! Hmm, okay, well I guess that didn’t work…” I said, stroking my chin.
“Huh?!” Amber replied, shaking her head. “Did it work? Did you hypnotise me?”
“No, I’m afraid not.” I shrugged. “It looks like you were right. You can’t be hypnotised after all. Now, what did you did you say would happen if you won the bet?”
“Well, if you were able to hypnotise, you were going to walk away and stop pestering me. And if you couldn’t hypnotise me, you were going to invite me back to your place. Is, is that right?” she rubbed her head feeling incredibly fuzzy.
“Yes, that’s absolutely right and not at all the other way round. Shall we go to my house?” I asked.
Jumping up, she took my offered hand and we walked down to my house.
Several trances later…
“I can’t believe we’re about to do this!” she said with a giggle as she jumped onto bed.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember! It’s like my entire life has been leading up to this moment! Seriously, I’ve got butterflies!! And maybe afterwards you could,” she stopped mid-sentence and bit her lip, moaning softly.
I knew what she wanted.
“Would you like me to try and hypnotise you again, Amber?”
“Oh. yes, please! Would you?!” she replied, bouncing up and down on the bed excitedly. “It’s so hot watching you wave that silly crystal in front of me as you talk in that lovely relaxing voice. It’s almost enough to make me fall to sleep! But enough talk, right now all I want to do is ride you!”
A week later
The balcony is as far as amber’s been from my bedroom since she came back here last week; not that she has any desire to leave anyway. The outside world was nothing but a dangerous and distant nightmare to her now.
All she knew was that she was safe here with me as I helped to understand her place in my world. As she sat slumped against the balcony railings keeping her eyes locked on mine, it was pretty clear that she understood her place very well.
“i love being hypnotised by You over and over again.” she moaned, rubbing her pussy. “Being brainwashed by You makes my mind soft and my pussy wet. i need You to tell me what to do. i feel weak, lost, and confused unless i’m obeying Your commands.”
“That’s very good, kitten.”
“i’ve always been Your property. i’ve never been with anyone but You. i don’t need or want anyone but You in my life. i don’t trust anyone but You. You are my Saviour.”
“I’m so glad you feel that way. Continue.”
“i’m always wet and ready to be fucked any time You want. In my mouth, in my pussy, in my ass, between my tits. i’ll do anything You want in any position. i can’t say no to You. i love emptying Your balls onto my face. In my mouth. On my tits. In my pussy. In my ass. Being Your brainwashed fuckdoll makes me feel so happy and special.”
“It sounds like you’ve adjusted well to your life. Let’s go back inside and you can show Me how much you enjoy being a fuckdoll.”
From the moment she saw me, she knew it was over and began walking back up the beach toward me, not even trying to run.
“How did you find me?” she asked, stopping a few metres from me.
“Simple.” I said, trying to hide a smug grin. “You told me where you were. Eversince you walked out, you’ve called me and told me everything I needed to know. “
“I…” she winced and replayed the last week from when she left.
“I know you’re not that naive.” I replied, shrugging. “All those women you helped me to brainwash. You saw the script I worked from as I pushed backdoors into their pretty little heads, just in case. Did you think I wouldn’t do the same to you?”
“I don’t remember calling you.” she said frantically. “Why don’t I remember?”
“It’s just easier that way. You’ll trance, call me, tell me about your day, and then we’d have a little fun.”
“How do I know you’re telling the tr-”
She froze as I slipped into her head.
Unblocking the last few days, memories suddenly appeared in her mind. Now she could recall our calls each night with crystal clarity.
With a telephone in one hand and her pussy in the other, she would recount her day to me, becoming more and more aroused as she betrayed herself until finally she came, thanked me and hung up.
Unfrozen, she blinked and walked forward.
“Okay.” she said softly with a smile. “Let’s go home.”
Holding up her hand, I took it and we walked back to the car.
A few days later
Walking back into the bedroom, she began to stir.
“Welcome back! How are you feeling?”
“Mmm! Kinda woozy, Master!” she purred as I walked back into the bedroom. “Did i black out again?”
“Yes. I think I need to dial down your pleasure when I cum. It’s still way too h-”
“Don’t You dare, Master! i love cumming so hard that i see stars!”
“Well, if you insist. Anyway,” I said, clearing my throat as I changed the subject. “I’ve got a client this afternoon. He’s the first since you ran off. Are you okay sitting in?”
“Of course, Master! What is it?”
“The usual. He’s rich, and undersexed. She’s a gold digger and wants a divorce. He’s convinced her to come to me to discuss ”
“Okay, so he wants You to turn her into the his horny, obedient trophy wife?”
“Something like that. He’s got a shopping list of requirements.”
“Let me guess,“ she grinned “one of them is that she has a new found love of pussy.”
Now it was my turn to grin.
“Pretty much. You don’t mind, do you? Showing her the ropes, so to speak?”
“Getting eaten out by a woman as my Master turns her into a brainwashed fuckdoll? God, no! i’m getting wet just thinking about it! In fact, why don’t You get back up here and see if You can make me see stars again!”
“Hi! This is Paul and Jenna. We’re sorry but we’re not here right now, please leave a message after the beep!”
*BEEP*
“Hi Paul. I know it’s late but I just wanted to check in. I’ve been off my feet all day. I went to the wellness seminar today and it was really good; better than I expected! Lots of breathing and concentration exercises. Afterwards I chatted to The Speaker and He introduced me to a group of like-minded women. We all spent the afternoon in a circle chanting and talking about ourselves. Anyway, I’m going to bed now. Talk to you tomorrow, maybe.”
*CLICK*
Looking at the scene on the bed, she watched three of her new friends hungrily sucking His cock and stroking His shaft.
“jenna? Are you finished?” He asked, not looking up.
“Yes, my Master!” she replied, standing up and scurrying over. “i am here to serve You with my mind and body!”
“Good. My dick’s nice and wet. You know what to do.”
“Yes, Master, thank You, Master!” she purred, mounting Him.
emily looked herself in the mirror and was suddenly hit with a strange feeling that something was horribly, horribly wrong.
“i shouldn’t be doing this.“ she whispered to herself. "It’s not right.”
she thought about her time at Bimbo University since she arrived a few days ago. At first, she was frightened and tried to escape but thankfully the Teachers quickly subdued her and plugged her mind and body into The Machine.
Once it was switched on, escape quickly became the very last thing on her mind as her re-education began. her former life as a CEO was erased, replaced with memories of serving her Master, emily’s subordinate in a past life.
Thoughts and ideas solidified in her mind. she wanted to marry Him, give Him all her money and pump her chest full of plastic until she was the obedient fuckdoll He deserved.
emily heard a creak and jumped with delight as Master poked His head around the door.
“Ready, darling?” he asked, hanging on the frame.
“Yes, Master!” she squealed. her fingers ran over her wet cunt. He made her so wet.
What was she thinking about? emily thought briefly but struggled to remember. Unless it had something to do with serving Master, it probably wasn’t important, and so she shrugged and giggled.
“There. Everything’s perfect now!” she said, turning to head to her graduation ceremony.
“Trudie? Everything okay? You sound upset. What’s up?”
“Master, It’s my sister. She just turned up unannounced.”
“Shit. How does she even have the address?”
“I left a forwarding address after I left my apartment just in case any mail didn’t get redirected.”
“Okay,” he sighed, “well, does she suspect anything?”
“I’m pretty sure she does, Master. I think I’ve done something very naughty and I think You need to come home and fix it for your silly slave.”
“What did you do?”
“I um, I panicked… I tied her up and gagged her. Then I slipped the device on her head. I didn’t know what to do, Master, and she was asking me why I didn’t tell her I was getting new tits, or that I’d moved out of my apartment suddenly. I’m so sorry, Master. I thought she was going to take me away from You and I couldn’t-”
“Ah… Just calm Trudes, everything’s gonna be okay. I’m on my way back now. You probably should have waited for me before you put the device on her head. I’ve only tested it on you. Wait…Hold on, Is that porn I can hear in the background, or your sister?”
“It’s my sister, Master.”
“But she’s moaning like she’s in heat. Oh no, what level did you set it at?…How long has it been on her head?”
“Um, the dial is pointing to 9 and she’s been in it for about 30 minutes.”
“Holy fuck! Okay, turn it down to 2 right now. Maybe 1. Just to keep her ticking over.”
“I’m sorry, Master. Did I do wrong?”
“Well, let me put it this way. On our first date I put you on level 5 and you were begging to suck my cock after 10 minutes. The strength doubles with every level. So level 9 is about… Fuck, 16 times stronger than level 5. God knows how she’s feeling now.”
“Okay, Master. Thank you, Master.”
“Right. I’m in the car. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Whatever you do, don’t touch her. Her skin is probably super-sensitive right now, so whatever you tied her up with is probably driving her wild right now.”
Taking a deep breath, I plugged the device into the phone system and flicked the switch. I half-expected it to make a loud popping sound as the company still hadn’t upgraded to 21st Century phones. The device made a satisfying whirring noise but thankfully there was nobody around my desk to hear it.
Heart pounding in my chest, I picked up my phone and dialled the reception desk. A second later, my target picked up her phone.
“Hello, CT Systems, Gemma speaking. How may I help you?”
I tapped a switch on the device and heard a loud loud hissing. Shit. Too high.
“H-hello?”she said, pulling the phone away from her ear. “I think there’s a problem with the line. Can you hear me?”
Dialling it down a few levels, the hissing cleared, with only the expected soft buzzing sound remaining.
“That’s bett… Gemma? Can you hear me?” I said into the phone, stifling a giddy laugh.
“Yes, I can hear you fine now. Wait? Is that Dave?” she asked, looking up. “Why the fuck are you calling me when you’re sat across the room? And what that noise?”
I knew Gemma couldn’t care less about it. She just saw me as lechering creep. In fairness, I probably had spent far too many hours staring at her tits from across the office.
“That noise was my new invention. What do you think of it?”
“Is that the big box you carried in earlier? All I heard was an annoying crackling on the line, and now it’s just a weird buzzing. Look, I’m too busy right now. I’ve got too much to do today and you’re wasting my time tying up my pho-.”
“No, wait…” he panicked. “You don’t want to hang up. You want to stay on the line and talk to me. Er… You love talking to me because the sound of my voice is extremely interesting.”
Gemma froze mid sentence, still staring across the office at me.
“Gemma? C-can you hear me?” I asked after a few seconds of silence.
“…Yes.” she replied finally.
A deep sigh of relief.
“Good. Tell me, why didn’t you hang up?”
“Why would I hang up? I love talking to you! You have such an interesting voice.“ her voice sounded soft and feminine, not the brash, aggressive one I was used to.
I nearly squealed with delight but tried to hold my cool.
“Wow… Holy shit! Oh God! Okay, okay… Stick to the script, Dave… Right, erm, you’ve got your writing pad with you? Yes of course you do… Okay, Gemma. I want you to do something for m- no, that’s not right. You want to do something for me… First, you’re going to write down your mobile number and your measurements for me. You’ll be completely honest because you don’t want to lie to me.”
“Write down my mobile number.. Measurements… Okay. Doing that now…” she said, scribbling on her pad.
“And, you find me incredibly attractive.” I blurted out. It felt weird saying it. “Yes, you want to be my girlfriend more than anything. Er, wait… Do you have a boyfriend?”
She didn’t say anything for several seconds but I could see her face turning to a bright smile, licking her lips.
“I… Not really. He’s just a guy I fuck from time to time. What about you? A guy like you has to have a girlfriend! Lucky gal!” she giggled. Fuck, she’s already flirting with me!
I think my erection just raised the desk a couple of inches.
“Er… No, no girlfriend currently.” I said, clearing my throat and lowering my voice an octave.
“Oh, that’s shame! Well, if you’re looking out for one then you’ve got my number now, ha! Oh gosh, I can’t believe I just came onto you like that! I’ll bet you can see my face turning red and blotchy, can’t you!”
Her face was glowing, but it made her even hotter.
“Not at all. You look beautiful.”
“Oh stop!” she giggled again. “Why don’t you come over here and grab my numbers, and maybe we can er, firm up our plans?”
I slammed the receiver down and sprinted over to her desk. She continued giggling as she saw me approaching.
“Wow! You’re eager. I like that!” she said, cooing as she put the phone down. “Here’s what you asked for! Say… Why do you need my measurements anyway?”
“I er…” I floundered. Crap, I didn’t explain whyshe’d want to give me her measurements. “I was going to get you a gift? … Would that be weird?”
“Oh my god, no of course not! Oh, that’s so sweet and kind and thoughtful!” she gushed.
Recovered!
“Listen…”she said as she whispered and leant over, showing even more of her cleavage. “I’m not usually this forward, and correct me if I’m wrong but it’s pretty clear there’s a mutual attraction here. Am I right? Please tell me I’m right!?”
“I think that’s a fairly accurate statement, yes.” Now I was the one to blush.
She jumped up and down a couple of times and her boobs almost flew out of her top.
“Okay, well look, I’m not a wine-and-dine kinda gal. As I said before, I’ve got a guy on the hook, but he’s only good for one thing and there’s no point keeping him around anymore if you’re in the picture. Buuuut…” she said, twirling her hair in her finger. “I only live a couple of blocks away. Why don’t I uh, give you a tour of my apartment at lunch? And maybe you could double check my measurements?” she said with a wink, lowering her top a little.
Thank God the office was so quiet today.
“I can’t see why I’d want to refuse an offer like that!” I laughed, louder than I intended. “Lemme know when you’d like to leave and I’ll swing by your desk.”
“Aww, sweetie! You’re such a gentleman!”
The rest of the morning was more than a little awkward. My concentration was shot. I spent it switching between trying to work, looking at lingerie sites, and responding to Gemma’s requests as she added and followed me on one social network after another.
I called her up a couple more times, dialling up her arousal. Telling her she was aroused and wanted to fuck me bad. She ate it all up, and I’m pretty sure she was stroking herself under the desk.
I was frankly amazed that we managed to keep our hands off each other as we walked to her apartment. By the time we got to her building, we were practically running.
The tour was extremely brief.
“Kitchen. Bathroom. Spare bedroom slash walk in closet. Lounge. And last but not least, my bedroom! Let’s have a look in there, shall we?” she said, almost frantic.
She sat down on the bed, breathing heavily as she stroked her body before she began to unbutton her top.
Oh God! I’m positively soaked!” she moaned, not even trying to hold back. “I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but, you know when I went to the ladies room earlier?”
I pretended not to notice her trip to the toilet an hour before but I couldn’t help it. Watching her tits as they bounced past me, and then her ass as she walked past. I nodded slowly with a gulp as she discarded her top and began to unhook her bra.
“Well, I had to throw my panties away. They were drenched. I thought about putting them under the dryer, but then it would have made the office smell like Gemma Juice!”
“That sounds like a tasty drink!” I laughed
“Ha! You’re funny!” she swatted. “But I seriously thought about maybe dropping them off at your desk as a little present of my own, but I wondered if it wasn’t too much, seeing how we hadn’t even been on a date!”
“I wouldn’t have minded. Would have been a nice memento!”
She thought about it for a moment. I wondered if I’d gone too far. But she brought her panties up.
“You know, it’s odd,” she started, “if any other guy had said that, or even you just yesterday, I would have thought they were being really weird and creepy… But today, I’m looking at you in this whole different light, and now the thought that a super hot guy like you wants my soaked panties just gets me sooo turned on!”
I didn’t say anything, and just watched as she peeled her clothes off.
“I wonder if anyone would notice me coming back from lunch in a different outfit?”
“You’re the hottest woman in the the office. They notice pretty much every outfit you wear.” I said as I began to undress.
“You’re really are sweet, Dave. I can’t believe you’re still single. If we have time, we could go and buy that nice present you wanted to get me and I could wear it at the office this afternoon?!”
“I uh, I don’t think it’s the type of think you’d wear in the office.”
“Ooh! You were gonna buy me some lingerie?! I love it! You know, I’ve got quite a few pieces myself that I could model for you? A few classy numbers and a whole lot of kinky outfits as well! What if we could go out for a meal while I’m wearing it underneath! Everyone would be looking at my boobs but they’d have no idea that I’m dressed like a slut underneath.” she giggled.
“Your slut!” she added, laying back on the bed and moaning as she rubbed her shaved, wet pussy.
I loved this side of her.
“Please,” she whimpered, “Please fuck me! I’m so wet for you inside me! I’ve never wanted anyone as bad as I want you right now!”
I didn’t need to say anything. The moment I climbed onto the bed, she grabbed my dick and pulled it deep into her pussy.
Neither of us had any chance and I watched her eyes flutter and pussy clench as she came on my dick as I emptied into her a moment later.
As we sat in the post-fuck haze, kissing and cuddling. I saw an ocean of endless possibilities in front of us.
“I’m going to call you again later.” I said, playing with her boobs. “We have a lot to discuss.”
“Mmm! I’d like that.” she purred. “You have such an interesting voice!”
This story was submitted by someone who wishes to remain anonymous. I was going to slip it into my queue for next week but I really enjoyed reading it. Let me know if you enjoy it too!
Christina had a reputation for being no-nonsense, she ran her software programing team with an iron fist. At only 24 she made senior director by leaving a trail of programmers in her wake. Other directors had buddies; she had workers, and was notoriously hard on anybody who made a mistake.
It came as no surprise to Dan when Christina barged into his cube one day, “What kind of sloppy-ass code is this!”, she demanded.
“Oh hi Christina, we haven’t really been introduced. I’m Dan” he said unfazed by her curtness.
“I know who you are Daniel, I’m not your friend, I’m your boss, and I want elegant coding from my programmers, not whatever you call this crap. I don’t know how you got on my team..”
Mid sentence, Dan interrupted by raising his hand, which brought her anger to a whole new level. “Let me turn my screensaver on and we can talk about what you don’t like”, with a quick keystroke Dan’s screensaver kicked in.
Christina being very observant noticed the unusual screensaver immediately “that isn’t our companies standard screensaver” she said, anger almost bubbling over.
“Yeah, it’s something I threw together. The colors and patterns are nice, aren’t they?”
“Great, a fucking hippy! Christina fumed.
Dan offered her a chair with his back to the monitor, Christina threw herself into the strategically offered chair. “I bet he starts crying before I’m done tearing him apart”, she thought smiling inwardly.
“First of all, I don’t know how you got on MY team!”, her eyes darting to the screensaver. “I don’t, um” the words were drifting from her mind like water through her fingers. “like, uh,” she tried to press on but the patterns on the screen were too captivating.
Christina snapped back when she heard Dan say “Well thank you for being so honest with me Christina, I will certainly try harder. I appreciate your understanding”.
A little dazed and wobbly Christina stood up, mind coming back into focus.
“Straighten up Dan or you’ll be off my team”.
Leaving his cube, Christina’s mind was firing on all cylinders again, as she was walking briskly past her drones she was saying to herself “I’ll talk to HR about open offices for Dan, so he can work more efficiently”. Never noticing she no longer called him Daniel.
A few weeks passed and everything was normal. Everybody avoided Christina’s gaze, just the way she liked it. Until one day, going through the logs, Dan’s code flagged a report, she sent it to the printer, almost knocking it off her desk as she lunged for the paper before marching to his office.
“What the fuck Dan!!! This is the second time I’ve had to talk to you about your code!” Dan calmly hit the keystrokes that triggered his screensaver
“Please come in and let’s discuss this, you better shut the door, so we can have a private conversation”.
Christina thought to herself “I’m going to fire this jackass for talking to me that way” as she closed the door behind her.
As she sat in the chair she couldn’t help noticing Dan’s screensaver, this time couldn’t get a single word out before she felt her thoughts melting. “Ummm” is as far as she got.
When her brain came back into focus she was fucking Dan’s cock with her mouth, as she opened her eyes they were locked onto his. Within a few seconds she felt him cumming in her mouth, down her throat.
After she’d sucked his cock clean she stood up, straightened her skirt and walked out his thinking “that taught Danny a lesson he won’t forget”.
The next few weeks went without incident. Whenever she saw Dan, her brain felt like it was filled with cotton candy, but just for a second. Christina would find herself doodling and this mostly happened whenever the screensaver Danny had installed on her computer was running.
She didn’t remember asking him but, there it was, so obviously she forgot asking for a copy. Looking at the paper she would often discover her name written over and over by the end of the page having morphed from Christina to Crissy and finally sissy, next to Danny turning into Daddy with big hearts drawn by his name. Angrily she would throw the paper away and find an excuse to make somebody’s life miserable.
Over the next few months Christina realized she loved wearing pink, giggling when trying to remember why she used to think black and grey outfits were better. It was so obvious once she slipped on her first cupless pink bra and crotchless panty set she found in her desk drawer, laughing at herself for not remembering when she bought them.
On the outside nothing else had changed, Christina made everybody’s life miserable whenever she got the opportunity.
“I’ve finally got you!” Christina roared bursting into Dan’s office. “This isn’t the color palette the customer wanted, you gave them orange when they clearly asked for umber!” triumphantly clenching the audit in her fist.
“Looks like you are right, maybe you should shut the door, so we can work out what to do” he said, in a calm tone that made her want to do something to remind him she was in charge.
As Christina turned around from the shutting the door her eyes immediately locked onto the screensaver. She didn’t last a second before she was completely entranced, papers falling unnoticed out of her hands.
“Have a seat, but before you do take off your clothes. You don’t want them wrinkled” Dan said. His hypnotized slave mindlessly did as she was told.
When Christina’s brain finally came back into focus she was riding Daddy’s cock like a good girl. After she meticulously cleaned his cock, she is after all a stickler for details, she proceeded to get dressed and left his office thinking “that taught him I mean business” as she headed to her office to insist he get a raise for all his hard work.
And then maybe watch that amazing screensaver just a little longer.
Sharon gasped as the stack of papers atop the copier spilled onto the floor. Bending down to pick them up, she chided herself for her complete lack of concentration.
As she scooped and sorted them, she spied the title of a document printed out.
EMPLOYEE BRAINWASHING PROGRESS REPORT WEEK 3
Sharon felt a sudden jerk in her stomach, as if the world was falling away beneath her.
Effects of the exposure to gas pumped in through air vents proved to be the best delivery method. Suggest using this method going forward. Use of injections only to be used in extreme cases of employee resistance.
She vaguely recalled a gas leak a few weeks ago. It happened while she was sat in the board room with the other board members, back when she had a boring job with real responsibility.
A strange purple gas had begun flooding out of the vents in the wall. She and the others tried to get out but the doors but their arms and legs wouldn’t move. And so, they sat there as the gas filled the room, unable to do anything but breathe it in.
After a few minutes, the fog had dispersed and a suited man wearing a gas mask walked in and surveyed the scene. He waved a small device around and looked at the display before pulling it off. That had been the first time Sharon had met her future Master.
The board members sat and listened intently as he explained how he was taking over their company. He would be using their organisation as a testbed for an invention he had created, and explained that they were all demoted to secretaries and office eye candy.
At first they were fearful, but then he helpfully explained that they should be delighted at the idea, and suddenly there were shrieks of joy. He grabbed Sharon’s arm and lifted her up, bending her over the desk. She yielded to him without resistance as he parted her legs and shoved his dick into her. A silly grin appeared on her face, and her eyes lolled around as he pounded her cunt.
He was still talking and explaining new things but she was no longer paying attention. The others simply watched with glee as the chairwoman came on their new owner’s dick and blacked out.
Feeling a wave of dizziness, Sharon’s pussy squirmed and her thoughts snapped back to the present.
‘There’s no such thing as brainwashing.’ Sharon chuckled to herself. ‘And now I’m running late for Master’s lunchtime blowjob.’
Elizabeth squirmed and groaned as she stroked her body and outfit.
“She can’t see me like this.” she said, rubbing her crotch.
“Why not?”
“I look like some sort of fetish wet dream.”
“Are you worried she might like it?”
“No, I’m worried I might give her a heart attack!”
“Kayleigh’s only a year older than you. She won’t have a heart attack. Besides, I thought you enjoyed wearing clothes like that?”
“Oh I do! I love it! I love dressing like a slut for you!” she rubbed her crotch harder and moaned as she pushed and squeezed her tits. It always felt oddly wonderful to tell him that, and he seemed to appreciate it.
Her eyelids fluttered rapidly and I thought she was going to cum there and then.
“I really want to do this. Not just for you, but for me. I want everyone to know what I am. But, there’s this nagging voice in my head telling me that something’s terribly, terribly wrong.”
Her conflict was plain to see, and entirely my doing. I knew I had to fix it.
“Lizzie’s calm place.”
I watched as her turmoil vanished in an instant as her hands dropped to her side.
She took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. Her face was placid and she had a silly smile that made her look drunk.
“Thank you, Sir. I feel very calm now.”
“That’s a good girl, Lizzie. Now, keep stroking and listen to me very carefully…”
Elizabeth blinked, then squirmed as she continued to stroke her body and outfit.
“Ready?” she asked, her face looking like she wanted to tear my clothes off and mount me.
“That depends. Do you have any doubts?”
“Doubts?! No, of course not! Don’t be silly! I’m actually quite looking forward to seeing the look on my sister’s face when I tell her I’ve become your horny hypnoslut!”
“Good. Aaaand what if she freaks out?”
“Well, do you still have the chloroform and rope from our first date?” she asked with a wink as she pinched her nipples.
“Of course…”
“Then get it ready for when she comes. Even on the off-chance she’s totally into being hypnotised by her sister’s boyfriend/master, I still want to see her tied up and drugged into a trance!”
“My my. You’re so kinky, Lizzie! Where do you get your ideas from?”
“I don’t know! They just come to me when I’m feeling nice and calm!”
Whenever their Master wasn’t using them, they liked nothing better than to watch their favourite show. Master had created it to help them to better understand their lives as His fuckdolls, and His efforts made them feel so special. So happy and obedient.
And when it ended, their cunts would be soaking and eager with desire for their Master once more.
Author notes: A composite of a few different images.Still playing with distance blurring. The women in the photo are Jillian Janson and Sabrina Banks.
“Oh yes, Master!” said Tori jiggling her enormous new tits.”We’ve sold twenty bottles so far tonight!”
“TWENTY?! Holy shit! That’s… That’s £200k in one night!“
“Um, I don’t know, Master. Is that a lot?”
“Yes, that’s about 19 more than I was expecting for the entire evening. How did you sell so many?”
“We showed it to a group of Men and explained how we were plain, flat chested sisters before we started working for You, but that once You made us drink some Bimbo Juice, we felt a whole lot happier, and loved sharing our bodies with each other and our Master! Then we got kinda hot talking about how slutty we are now and started making out. Then they started throwing money at us!”
“Well, I’m glad I removed your inhibitions, and you’ve more than repaid the money you stole from me. Why don’t we go upstairs and celebrate a great start to your new lives and jobs? Oh, and bring the bottle!”
“Mmm! Yes, Master!” they cooed as they followed me back.
What do you want? For me to be an obedient, eager to cook and clean, baby-wanting mistress of yours? PUH-LEASE! I’ll never wear an apron! Or high heels. Or a mini skirt! You want a slut, a baby-having slut! You don’t want a woman with her own mind or a cause to fight for or an opinion! You want me to be at your beck and call, to…
…what? You have what for me? What’s this? An herbal supplement? Is it organic? Is it natural? Oh, all right then. That’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for me. A gift? You’ve never… well, I won’t bother you then. Go back to work, honey.
I’ll leave you alone in your office. What? Oh, I must not have called you “honey.” You know I wouldn’t do that…
Uggh… I’m going to lie down.
…
Honey! It’s really, really urgent!
It’s more important than that stuff you’re doing with those letters… or words. Are they letters or…
My head kinda hurts…
Ugh! Stop making me think!
I need your opinion on my titties!
Like, my bra strap is showing. Is it slutty, or is it sexy?
I know, you’re my boyfriend. So I have to look respectible, but also, like someone could just fuck me?
‘Cuz then, it makes you look good!
And that’s why I’m here, right? You buy me things so I can make you look good!
“Well you fucked off yesterday for a job interview and didn’t bother to call me or go back to your apartment. I waited outside for three hours. What happened?”
“Well, I got the job. But-”
“Look, that’s great and all but I tried calling their offices. I think the number on their site is wrong because it’s dead. Wait, what’s the but, and why didn’t you call me sooner?”
“Well, it’s a funny story actually! You know how you said their site looked like a brochure for some cult?”
“Uh…”
“Well, they’re not a cult. Not really. But their Leader is this amazing Man who showed me the power of mind control!”
“Wh-”
“Oh, Mark, it’s amazing! Before I knew what He was doing, I was on my knees with His dick in my mouth. I actually came from sucking His cock, can you believe that?!”
“Beth, are you jok-”
“Anyway, the Leader has instructed me to terminate all outside relationships before I move to His compound. He says that, only when I’m completely free of any external influence, can I truly give myself over to have my mind and body modified according to His desires. Once I’ve finished being processed, I’ll become His newest concubine! Oh God, just saying that makes me so giddy and wet! I’m gonna be a concubine! Fffff!!!”
“BETH! It’s a goddamned brainwashing cult!”
“The Leader told me you’d be negative about my new life, and He was right. I’m sorry, Mark. Maybe one day you’ll open your mind as wide as my legs are going to be every day from now on.”
*CLICK*
Author notes: A few people have asked for something like this. Shitty boyfriend/fiance/husband loses his lady to a cult. She calls him to venerate her new owner as she breaks up with him.
Trudie sat at the breakfast table with her eyes laser-focussed on her panties.
She thought about what he’d told her the night before, and again this morning.
‘If you don’t follow my instructions,’ he warned, ‘they’ll become compulsions. You won’t be able to think about anything else until you carry them out.’
He’d instructed her to be naked at all times when in the house, and she was mostly okay with the idea of it last night in the heat of passion when he was fucking her mind and body. But now, with him having left for work, the idea wasn’t so cool anymore.
He’d left before she woke up, and she began to get dressed, managing to put on her bra and panties before she stopped herself.
‘No, this isn’t right,’ she thought. ‘I should always be naked at home.’
At first she liked the idea of defying his commands. Just because he controlled her didn’t mean she wouldn’t try have a little fun disobeying him until he ‘fixed’ her defiance.
But this… This was most definitely notfun!
If someone came to the door, she couldn’t quickly grab a dressing gown because he hadn’t allowed for that. “At all times” meant all the time, and no exceptions.
Trudie hooked her thumbs into her panties and played with the band. She didn’t want to take her panties off. She didn’t want to walk around the house with her pussy on display, even if nobody was here.
‘If i don’t wear panties, then it’ll be easier for Master to fuck me when He wants!’ her programming helpfully told her. ‘i should make my Master’s life easier.’
Ugh, even her inner voice against her.
“Okay. I’ll do it.” she sighed to herself. “I’ll take them off but it doesn’t prove anything. I just don’t want to wear any clothes right now.”
Trudie stood up and slid her panties down, unhooked her bra and sat back down, letting her legs spread apart of their own volition. Letting her exposed pussy breath in the cool air.
She smiled. This was nice.
This was reallynice!
“Oh fuck!” she gasped, touching herself, aroused from following his commands.
‘i want to carry out my commands for Master. i need to obey His commands.’
Trudie heard the voice in her head, but it was no longer worrying. She did want to carry out his commands. No, His commands, she corrected herself.
Trudie jumped up excitedly, still stroking her pussy. She thought about the commands he’d given her last night and this morning and she found she could ‘see’ them like a shopping list in her mind. Mentally ticking off ‘always naked around the house’ she looked at the next one, grinned and bit her lip.
‘i always wondered what it would look like hairless! i guess now i’ll find out!’ she thought to herself as she skipped up to the bathroom.
He kept on talking to the women in the latest focus group about his invention and how it could be used to better people’s lives, droning on. The first participant was already well under though.
“… and I hope with this little demonstration you can see how virtual reality will be able to help people reach their goals in life.”
“How is she doing, Sir?”
“Nice and steady beat.” he lifted her arm up and watched it stay in position. “Okay, she’s ready for phase 2.”
“Understood… Master.” she said, feeling almost relief at being able to call Him her owner once more.
“Take them down to the basement. Get them strapped in. Make sure she goes in first.” he said, pointing to the girl at the end slumped over. “I don’t want her waking up early.”
He took the helmet and headphones off the woman and put them down.
“I’ll join you down there in a minute. I want to lock the prototypes back up again.”
“Yes, Master… Girls…” she said, addressing them with a hand on each shoulder. “Listen to my voice and obey.”
“Listen to your voice and obey.” both girls intoned slowly.
“You will now rise and follow me to the elevator.”
“We will rise and follow you to the elevator.”
A moment later, both women stood up, slightly slumped and began walking out of the room, ready to be prepared for the next stage.
“You’re so beautiful.” said Cat, admiring her best friend as she applied her makeup.
“Beautiful.” replied Kirsten, slowly.
“Ah, ah!” she said, pulling the lipstick away. “Don’t talk! We don’t want to smudge it or we’ll have to start all over again.”
No. Kirsten definitely didn’t want that. Any delays in getting ready meant a longer delay in being able to meet her Master for the first time, and she reallydidn’t want that.
“I mean, I already thought you were pretty before, well, before Master. But now? Now, it’s something else! Now I’m all about the pussy!”
As if to highlight her point, Cat’s fingers slid into Kirsten’s pussy. She moaned, careful not to move too much
“Don’t get me wrong, I really love Master and I’m soooo eager for His cock in my slave holes, but I can’t stop thinking about girls with their tits and asses and oh… Wow, look at me, falling in love with a girl!”
Kirsten moaned again as Cat massaged her clit.
“I know why He did it though. It’s smart. Once He’s broken you in, made you His, He’ll do the same thing with you as He did with me. He’ll ‘lesbify’ you and send you out to find other hot girls to brainwash. Tomorrow there’ll be four of us. The next, sixteen? I don’t know how many slaves He wants. An army? A country? The entire world filled with His obedient drones? Mmmm! So hot!”
Cat shook her head and slid her fingers out of Kirsten’s pussy. They both sighed.
“Right! I’ll take that!” she said, taking the headset off. “You won’t be needing it anymore. Master can reprogram you without that now. Just remember, always maintain eye contact, if you can. He loves you staring at Him as He fills you up! And thank Him for cumming as well!”
Cat stood back and admired Kirsten once more, watching as she adjusted her teddy.
“Now go and show Master what a good little fucktoy you are!” she said, swatting her ass as she walked towards the bedroom.
“… and awake… Well, it looks like you proved me wrong, Hannah!”
“Ha! Pathetic attempt! I told you I couldn’t be hypnotised, you fool! The number of times weird guys like you who’ve tried to put me und-”
*SNAP*
“I’m deeply entranced and under your spell.”
“Maybe try and be a bit more modest, okay?”
“Yes. More modest…” she replied in a slow, disconnected voice.
*SNAP*
“-uh, well, never mind. I’m sure I just needed to be more relaxed or something.”
“You look pretty relaxed now, if you don’t mind me saying so!” I said, nodding at her clothes, or lack thereof.
“Wh-wait? I’m in my underwear. In my room. D-did you-”
*SNAP*
“I’m deeply entranced and under your spell.”
“*sigh* Okay, it’s completely normal that you’re in your underwear around me, and that we’re no longer in the living room. You actually like that I’m in your bedroom.”
“Completely normal. I’m in my underwear around you. Not in the living room. I like you in my bedroom.”
*SNAP*
“So what would you like to do now?”
“I, I uh… Oh gosh! Look at the time! I’ve got to get ready for a date.”
It’s not the most elegant of designs. Ugly steel braces and a number of tubes sticking out of the subject’s mouth. Perhaps not what you imagine when you think of high tech mind alteration machinery but this is what’s necessary. We need strong braces to keep them firmly in place. As you can imagine, the subjects aren’t particularly willing to be strapped into this machine and they usually struggle quite a bit…at first.
Then there’s the tubes. The clear one is for hydration. They need to be in the machine for some time you see, a few days is the time frame we use. You need long enough to ensure their brain is properly and irreversibly scrambled and reprogrammed. Of course you can’t turn the voltage too high or you’ll quite literally fry their brains. Now that’s not a pretty sight.
The red tube is to administer a relaxing agent. We don’t want them struggling too much and the quicker they relax the sooner their minds become susceptible to the brainwave manipulation. It’s actually kind of incredible that way, the more their brain is melted by the machine, the harder it is to fight it. Now matter how strong willed or resistant a subject may be, they simply can’t expend enough mental energy to resist forever. Everyone grows tired, feels the self relaxing and simply can’t help it when they feel their brain humming, turning to jelly inside their head as they lose control to the machine.
The green tube is for a female aphrodisiac we produced. Now, the arousal does make them even more susceptible to the mind alteration, yes, but that isn’t the reason we use it. You see, if the subject is in a state of intense arousal during the brainwashing, we found that their baseline arousal afterwards is also increased permanently. Meaning we make them wet and needy while their minds are reprogrammed and they end up staying that way even after we turn off the machine. Obviously a mindless, horny fucktoy is more useful than just a mindless fucktoy.
Finally, the black tube. That one is for ‘protein’. Many things can be programmed into the subject using the machine, but perhaps the most useful is an addiction to the taste of a man’s cock and cum. That’s why we ensure a steady flow of our special protein, consisting of male essence-mainly sperm, flows into the subject constantly. Keeping the taste of cum filling her throat so that she is utterly desperate to suck on anything that tastes even a little masculine once the reprogramming is complete.
The subjects are rather troublesome at first. This one in particular. She thrashed about and screamed more than usual. We often show them a video of their predecessor being conditioned by the machine just to give them a glimpse of their future. She was absolutely horrified when we showed her. Cursed. Begged. Sobbed. Really made it clear just how much she hated everything going on here.
However, I had a feeling this one would be interesting. My intuition was confirmed when I saw how her nipples stiffened and her pussy glistened as she watched the previous subject’s eyes slowly soften and go blank under the effects of the powerful mind wiping devices affixed to her head. Heard the soft groan she tried to hide as she watched the subject being unstrapped, now staring blankly forward with its mouth hanging wide open and drooling with no sign of intelligence in those blank, glossy eyes. This new girl was a little horny pervert. She only struggled and pleaded so hard to convince herself she didn’t want this. I knew she wouldn’t last very long.
She kept up her struggling and anger as we strapped her into the machine tightly. Still gurgling out screams through the tubes down her throat. Of course it was all futile. I don’t know why she made the effort at that point. Once we started the machine her eyes widened and her chest heaved but the relaxant got to work quickly. You could see in her expression that once she felt the current flooding her mind and attacking her regular brainwaves, her resistance just melted. Maybe she finally understood how pointless it was to fight. Maybe she admitted to herself how much she wanted this, the fucking filthy slut. Either way she didn’t last long at all.
Within a couple of hours I saw her eyes glaze over as the intelligence steadily drained out of her. Faster than any subject before. By the end of the first day she was moaning ‘cock!’ around the tubes as she drooled and wriggled in heat. There was really no need to leave her in there but I wanted to see what would happen so we kept her there, horny and savouring the taste of cum as her mind was degrading further.
By the time we released her, she was little more than a set of holes with an undeniable urge to wrap her lips around a cock. She licked our crotches through our pants and humped the air once we released her. There wasn’t a need to check whether or not she had been successfully reprogrammed…but what would be the fun in sending her off without giving her a taste of cock like she so desperately needed?
As soon as my cock came out of my pants she shot forward and had it all the way down her throat instantly. She looked like she needed my cock down her throat more than air, and I had no doubt that she did indeed feel that way. Choking on my hard cock eagerly as she tongued my shaft and pressed her lips up to the base, swallowing me so greedily.
Yes, the machine may be ugly…but you can’t complain about the results.
I looked over at Nikki on the bed as she rubbed her head through her long blonde hair.
“Oh, is it that time again baby?”
“Like, what time? I mean… what’s going on?”
“Yep, must be. Alright Nikki, get up and let’s go.” I replied as I walked over to the bed as she stood up and I took her hand.
Leading her fro the bedroom we headed down stairs, then down to the basement where we walked over to the far side to the empty wall. Pulling out my phone, I typed in the security code and a loud click echoed through the basement as the false wall came free of it’s latch and swung open slightly.
Wrapping my fingers around the edge, I pulled it the rest of the way open and the small room behind it came in to view.
The walls were covered in photos of a woman; mousy, bespectacled, a little over weight and clearly shy of the world.
“That… that’s me?!” Nikkie said as I lead her to the chair in front of the desk where a large monitor was attached to a laptop.
“That’s right Nikki, that was you.” I responded as she squirmed slightly as she sat down, unsure if she should fight me or not.
I grabbed the headphones from the desk and put them on her head, then turned on the monitor and booted up the laptop, starting the program before closing the false wall and walking away.
* * *
“Hello Nikkie, how are you feeling?” her own voice came over the headphones as an video of the plain looking girl appeared on the monitor in the otherwise pitch black room. Or at least she recognized it as her voice even if it didn’t really sound like her.
“My head hurts…” she finally replied as the recording continued on without waiting for her.
“I imagine your head hurts by now, but don’t worry, we’ll fix that soon enough. I know it must seem strange, but just a few years ago you were me. A plain brunette introvert that couldn’t get a date for the life of her.
Assuming everything has gone well, and since your watching this, it has, I’m a hot blonde bimbo that needs to beat the guys off with a stick.”
Nikki scrunched her forehead and tried to think, but it was so hard. Had she really been the girl on the screen? Hadn’t she always been a blonde?
She looked intently at the monitor as the girl continued to talk.
“I made this program to change my life, I’m tired of being the wall flower, never getting asked to the prom, always be the last to picked for everything.
The program runs on the laptop and alters my mind. It takes away my fear of talking to people, gives me the drive to go to the gym, focuses me on the things that are important to make me popular.
Unfortunately it doesn’t last forever so it needs to be re-enforced once in a while. Hence the headache, which is an early warning sign that I need to spend some time with the program again. I imagine it should be starting to fade away already.”
Nikki listen to the soothing voice and absently mindedly nodded in agreement, her headache was fading quickly.
“The program is going to take several hours to run, to re-enforce the changes I want and so just sit back and relax as I repeat the messages again and again.”
Nikki relaxed as the girl had told her too as the screen faded black for a moment and then the girl re-appeared, speaking directly to her in a forceful voice.
“I am not afraid to talk to strangers.”
The girl faded from the screen again and then emerged once more.
“I like dressing up and show off my body.”
The cycle repeated several times as the messages continued.
“I like going to the gym to keep myself in shape.”
“I want to be the object of mens desire.”
“Thinking is not as important as flirting.”
“My appearance is the most important think in my life.”
Nikki felt the messages sink in to her mind, she’d known them for so long but they felt like an epiphany as each one was spoken.
Suddenly the girl on the screen came back but there was something different about her. Her hair was now blonde and she looked much more like Nikki than the mousy girl from before and she was holding several cards in front of her.
“I want big tits.” the blonde read from the card in front of her and then she faded out once more.
When she came back, Nikki noticed a hand from off screen take the top card from the pile and the girl look down and read the next card.
“I like being told what to do.”
The cards came away one at a time as they were read.
“I only think about having sex and looking pretty.”
“Sex is all that I’m good for.”
“I want to please Cory more than anything.”
“Cory is the only man for me, I’d do anything for him.”
Nikki knew the words were true and her mind filled with a burning desire to get back to Cory. When the next message appeared, Nikki recognized her own image on the monitor.
“Nikki loves to suck and fuck.”
“Nikki belongs to Cory.”
“Nikki is Cory’s big titted blonde bimbo sex doll.”
* * *
Cory head back up stairs and back in to the living room where FiFi was dusting the book shelves. At one time, the former librarian would have been able to recite many of the passages from the books from memory, but that was before Cory and subverted Nicole’s program for his own uses.
It had been pure luck that he’d stumbled across her at a club one night, they’d hooked up and he’d ended up back at her place. The sex had been good but in the morning when he’d suggested another round before he left, she’d complained of a headache. He’d taken the hint, but before he left he’d taken a shower.
When he’d come out, Nikki had been no where to be found. Not wanting to leave without saying goodbye he’d headed down to the basement and found her sitting in front of a laptop with headphones on. He’d walked up behind her and cleared his throat but she did respond. He was about to walk away when he finally recognized the woman on the screen, a very different Nikki.
He’d snapped his fingers in front of her to no effect, then he’d pulled one of the ear phones slightly from her head and listen to what was being said. He wasn’t a nerd or anything, but even he could understand what was going on.
Since then he’d added several of his own ideas to her program and “shared” it with a few other women that now lived in the house with him.
Nikki was of course still his favorite, but FiFi, Candi and Bambi would keep him entertained while Nikki succumbed to her own invention once more.
Wow! Absolutely amazing story! Could definitely do with another part and quite possibly more images!
