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Milkshake anyone?
Wasting of expensive milk 😒!
A tragedy to be sure, but she can always make more!
Mary Wakes Up to a Surprising Temptation
It was the soft squishing sounds that woke Mary up more than the summer sunlight coming through the hotel window, and she fluttered her eyelids open in an attempt to locate the source of the noise only to let out an audible gasp when she turned over and saw Louisa in the bed next to hers with her sweatpants down around her knees and one hand between her legs. The other woman was facing away from her, lying on her side with her panties pulled out of the way and her fingers churning her slick cunt, but she must have heard Mary because she murmured, "Want to come join me? We've got another couple of hours before we have to get packed and on the bus."
Mary's face went bright red at the unexpected invitation, but she didn't manage more than a few incoherent sputters of shock before Louisa cut in. "If you're worried about what the other girls might think, you don't have to be," she murmured, her voice husky with arousal but otherwise relentlessly calm. "I've roomed with them before for away games, they're very… relaxed about this kind of thing." Louisa let out a little giggle, as if she was laughing at her own private joke. "They'll sleep until I tell them to wake up, or they can even join in if that's more your speed. But I think you'll probably want it to be just you and I, this first time out."
Mary's brain reeled at the implication--she didn't want it to be anything, she told herself, she wanted to get another hour or two of sleep and get on the bus and go back to Saint Mary's and the emotional security of her own dormitory--but somehow all her objections ran headlong into one very inconvenient fact. She couldn't stop staring at Louisa's rubbing fingers and her leaky cunt. "It's okay, Mary, you don't have to say anything," Louisa purred. "You can just relax and let go, and I think you'll find that certain things come naturally to you once you quiet that inner voice that keeps telling you to worry. Just picture me turning down the volume on that voice, one notch at a time, and you'll feel so much better, won't you?"
Mary didn't mean to nod. She really didn't. But when Louisa intoned, "From ten down to nine, just thinking less and less about what you're supposed to do and more about how good this can feel," her head simply moved on its own while her eyes remained fixated on Louisa's messy pussy. "Nine down to eight, enjoying that peace and quiet inside your head and watching me enjoy myself too." Mary understood what was happening to her, at least a little, but knowing she was being hypnotized didn't seem to stop the layers of enforced calm settling onto her like a blanket of falling snow. In a way, she almost welcomed the excuse not to have to think about what she was feeling right now looking at another woman masturbate for her.
"Seven, relaxing more and more, letting your body tell you what it wants now, down to six, noticing how quiet your head is becoming and how easy it is to think even less." Mary could hear her own breathing, settling into a smooth and sleepy rhythm that Louisa must have noticed, and she felt her feet hit the floor before she even realized she was clambering out of bed to cross the tiny gap between them. She barely even noticed the numbers descending after that, each one finding less and less purchase in her increasingly thoughtless mind, and the only reason she even realized she was hearing, "Zero," was because the word came out in a throaty moan and that was because Louisa was cumming all over Mary's relentlessly lapping tongue.
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Patient 208 Has Some Suggestions for Her Care
Patient 208 had somehow managed to wriggle out of her restraints again, Doctor Keller noticed dully as she walked into the room for the morning examination. It didn't really matter, she never tried to escape, but she'd once again twisted her body around so she presented herself face down and ass up to greet her morning visitor and it was just one more reminder of how utterly useless medical science had been in tackling the growing epidemic of compulsive submission gripping so many of the country's young women. "And how are we doing today?" she asked, affecting a cheerfulness she didn't remotely feel, and trying to keep her tone as bland as possible because her patients had a tendency to form emotional attachments easily.
The woman on the bed, petite and in her early twenties with pale buttocks and long blonde hair that streamed out across her pillow, sighed. "…wet," she murmured, her voice slightly muffled by her bedding due to what Patient 208 called 'the breeding position' she'd assumed overnight. Doctor Keller couldn't help noticing that she'd left one wrist in the restraints, clearly enjoying the bondage too much to give it up entirely. "I'm feeling very wet, Janice. Can you maybe help me with that?" The doctor's eyelids lowered for a weary, defeated moment--she'd tried to stop getting 208 to be so familiar with her, but it was either 'Janice' or 'Mistress' and the former seemed at least marginally less harmful.
"Now you know I can't," Doctor Keller said mildly, doing her best to conduct her examination with as little intimacy as possible. That was a touch difficult when one of her tasks was to confirm the physical symptoms of uncontrollable arousal, but thankfully the signs weren't exactly subtle--just the lightest, skating touch of her finger against 208's panties came away with a slickness that had soaked clean through the thin fabric, and the shuddering moan the young woman released gave its own clue as to her mental and emotional state. They'd tried asking her what triggered her uncontrollable sexual submission, but she'd only given a sly smile and offered to show them instead. And Doctor Keller understood that to be a trap.
208 gave a little wail when Doctor Keller removed her finger, purring, "Oh come on, Janice, aren't you just a tiny bit tempted? I promise I'll keep it our secret, I'll do whatever you want," but she didn't actually struggle when the doctor turned her over and put the restraints back on her ankles and remaining wrist. Working out the exact limits of what her patients would and wouldn't do to please her had taken Doctor Keller down a long, strange rabbit hole into the pathology of 'bratting', and while she'd learned quite a bit it was also taking an increasing amount of self-control not to give in to some of her less socially acceptable impulses. She'd recommended doing the morning rounds in pairs, simply to reduce temptation, but staffing was strained to its absolute limits by the current crisis.
None of which made it any easier to watch Patient 208 giggle and hump the air. "Is this what you like, Janice? Do you want me all helpless like this so you can just pull my panties out of the way and fuck me?" The question was another trap, one far more insidious, and Doctor Keller felt her face prickle with the heat of a furious blush as she took her patient's temperature. She could sense a breaking point coming soon, for society as well as herself, and wondered how long it would take before this hospital became nothing more than a brothel for oversexed doctors and nurses… but it was at least a little longer, and she left the room to go on to see her next submissive and obedient charge.
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getting hypnotized is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off
Milly's Defeated by Degrees
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to reconsider?" Jared asked mildly, his voice every bit as smooth and calm as if he was offering Milly extra sugar for her coffee. "I mean, I'm sure you believe this to be a moral stance and all, but I assure you it won't matter from a practical sense, and offering me your willing submission does have its benefits. There are degrees of hypnotic control, after all, and I think you'll find that the rewards you receive vary greatly between one degree and another." He smiled, and Milly knew he had to be seeing the sudden and uncomfortable warmth she was feeling written across her contorted face. He'd done something, used one of his many triggers, and now her clit was throbbing with sexual heat.
Her clothing felt tight and constrictive, itching and chafing wherever it touched her skin, and it was so distracting Milly almost missed Jared's next words. "If you submit to me voluntarily, if you give up this struggle to resist that's purely notional in any event, well--you'll find that compliance will be rewarded, to use a phrase you particularly like. Whereas if we have to proceed to breaking your will, degree by degree, then I'm afraid you're in for a certain amount of… oh, I suppose we could say discomfort on your part. Perhaps even desperation, if we get to that degree." Milly let out a soft, keening whimper as the repeated triggers made her whole body flare with wild, uncontrollable arousal, and her fingers twitched with the desire to masturbate.
It wouldn't have been so bad if there wasn't a part of her that genuinely wanted this--she'd found Jared on a hypnofetish server originally, her face hot with a blush no one but her could see as she confessed to fantasies she'd been holding onto for more than a decade, and surrendering to his smooth, inexorable control was hot right up until the point where she found herself sharing personal information with him and he told her to meet him at a nearby hotel. That was only the beginning of a slow descent down a greased slope until she was here with him, pawing at her clothes in a desperate attempt to get cool air on her skin, as he smiled and told her, "There are also degrees of pleasure, Milly. Wouldn't you like to feel those instead?"
The prickling heat stopped when she got down to just her thigh-high black stockings, but by then Milly's cunt was so wet it was practically dripping and when Jared intoned, "Degree, degree, degree," she let out a squeal of helpless lust and began to frantically rub herself. But it was no good, he'd already told her she wouldn't be able to cum until she willingly abased herself and begged to submit, and he just chuckled at the sight of her frantic arousal and said, "Degree, Milly, I can do this all day if that's what it takes." She recognized the trigger now, even if she didn't remember accepting it, but it was one thing to understand what was happening to her and quite another to fight it. And deep down, Milly knew some part of her was hoping for exactly this outcome when she first let herself fall into trance. She heard a voice as if from a long way away, high and meek and begging to surrender, and it took her a surprisingly long time to realize it was hers.
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Maddy Comes Back to Acceptance
Maddy couldn't be mad at Tia when she saw the look in her eyes. That was kind of surprising, given that Tia's lips were wrapped around Maddy's boyfriend's dick when she walked in on them and she couldn't even take his cock out of her mouth long enough to apologize, but Maddy and Tia had known each other since college and they'd been through a hell of a lot together. She could tell as soon as she saw Tia's look of shocked, embarrassed confusion that the kneeling woman didn't know why she was submissively fellating Dale's stiff prick, and indeed it was entirely possible she hadn't even realized she was doing it until Maddy's arrival shocked some degree of awareness back into her muddled mind. It wasn't her fault, and Maddy knew that.
Which meant she should really be mad at Dale… but just watching him fuck Tia's face, his cock disappearing again and again between her lips, slowly but inexorably convinced Maddy that of course he was allowed to hypnotize and seduce her friends. It was just his due as her boyfriend, as her Master, and if Maddy was momentarily surprised by the way that word sprang to mind to describe him then the surprise was soon subsumed by wave after wave of dreamy pleasure. Maddy got confused sometimes about the nature of their relationship, especially in the immediacy of moments like these, but her deep self always helped to settle her and relax her and remind her just how nice it felt to let Dale take the lead.
So she didn't do anything to stop Dale from stroking Tia's light brown forehead while he pushed his dick into her mouth again and again, each thrust and each caress soothing her more until her frantic mumbles subsided into soft sighs and her eyes went glassy with indolent ecstasy. It wasn't really Maddy's place to tell Dale where to empty his balls, and of course it wasn't Tia's fault that she'd fallen victim to Dale's captivating spell. The man was just a very talented hypnotist, Maddy had known that from the moment they met, and she couldn't be expected to get upset with her friends just because they were unable to resist his inexorable power. She wouldn't have any friends if she did that.
And Maddy, she… she liked to have friends. Lots of friends, all of them women, all of them beautiful in exactly the way Dale appreciated. Maddy could almost feel the shape of a thought there, defined by its pointed absence in her mind, but then her hand crept down the waistband of her skirt and she soon rubbed it away while she stared vacantly at her boyfriend's prick disappearing again and again down Tia's yielding throat. She didn't need to think about all those pretty girls she introduced to Dale, not unless he allowed her to. She didn't even need to think about why she thought of them as pretty girls and not the strong, independent women she knew them to be. Maddy and Tia ran a whole organization devoted to feminist advocacy, and yet there she was watching her best friend gobble her boyfriend's cock like a weak, submissive slut and she wasn't doing a thing to stop it.
Maddy wound up cumming twice before she watched Dale's balls tighten and spasm, each one of her orgasms reinforcing a conditioning she didn't even know was there, and when he pulled out of Tia's mouth her lips spread in a dreamy smile Maddy recognized all too well. It almost caused her a pang of conscience… but then she saw the semen dribbling from Tia's lips and she sprang into action to help lick it away.
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mousy scientistgirl with an inconspicuous tent in her skirt wants to see your boobs. for science.
Kimmy Discovers the Power of Emotion
Kimmy knew she was pretty much doomed the moment she felt the wave of deep, irresistible contentment washing over her and through her… and yet, it was that same contentment that turned her despair into a vague and abstract notion that gained no real purchase on her drowsy mind. She could feel Derek's semen leaking out of her sated cunt, dripping down onto her thigh as she lay there with her eyes only a quarter of the way open and her breath coming in slow, gentle sighs, and even though she understood she should be panicking given her lack of birth control and the information her period tracker had given her just that morning, all she could think about was how happy she was.
Because he'd dialed her in. Somehow he'd done something with his phone, jailbroken it and hacked it and souped up the little transmitter buried inside the guts of the damn thing into some kind of otherworldly device that could beam a signal straight into her brain, and even though he told Kimmy that was what he was doing it didn't matter because the feelings Derek gave her were so strong and potent and irresistibly real that they instantly overwhelmed her intellect. Kimmy was smart--hell, she was brilliant, almost brilliant enough to hang with Derek's prodigious intelligence even though he was doing things that reshaped humanity's knowledge of physics and biology--but she was rapidly discovering that feelings always trumped brains when it came to big important decisions.
When Derek showed her his user interface, and dialed it in on her specific brainwave pattern, Kimmy's surprise and fear rapidly turned to a kind of meek, submissive awe that left her totally incapable of any concern over the hold he'd gained on her mind. When he spun up her lust to some theoretical maximum she'd never even known existed before Derek pushed her to it, all her self-control deserted her in an instant despite her intellectual awareness that what she felt was purely artificial and she wound up humping his leg while she begged him to fuck her. And now, lying here with her cunt a messy creampie and the sure and certain knowledge she was ovulating, Kimmy couldn't feel anything but a warm, drowsy satisfaction. She literally could not.
It wasn't that she didn't understand the danger this thing posed, the existential threat to free will it implied by its very invention. Derek now held the capability to simply overwhelm any rational objection with waves of sheer, unthinking bliss, to reduce anyone he chose to simpering affection simply by connecting his phone with their brain patterns and sliding his finger along the screen. But the only reaction Kimmy could muster up to that was sleepy contentment, and she could already feel her mind warping around her emotions to rationalize her feelings into some kind of congruence. She knew what cognitive dissonance was, understood every single psychological principle that was making her convince herself that of course Derek knew best and of course this discovery was in safe hands, and yet none of it helped her fight off her growing conviction that he deserved to be in charge of her vulnerable brain.
She didn't know how long she lay there, fighting a titanic struggle in her brain that she was doomed to lose. It felt like an eternity, but it could only have been as long as it took for Derek to get hard again because she was already thoroughly defeated by the time he pressed the tip of his cock to her sloppy cunt and asked, "Would you like another load, pretty girl?" And even though she knew she shouldn't, even though she knew it would leave her belly swollen with his child, Kimmy couldn't stop herself from saying yes.
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Audra's Amuse-Bouche
It wasn't that Audra didn't enjoy having her pussy eaten by a mindless lesbian sex slave. She was absolutely reveling in every long, lapping motion of Emily's tongue against her wet cunt, and she knew she was going to cum several times before she finally released her latest plaything from her hypnotic spell. But there was an even greater pleasure she was anticipating the entire time she filmed Emily's blank and dreamy face, framed so perfectly by Audra's soft, pale thighs as she licked and licked. It was what was going to happen to Emily tomorrow when she saw the footage.
Because Emily wasn't going to remember any of this when she left Audra's apartment--not the subtle induction that left her limp and thoughtless on Audra's couch, not the squirming lust she felt every time she drove Audra to new heights of ecstasy, not even the taste of Audra's cunt on her tongue. Her obedient subconscious was going to rationalize away every last reminder of their tryst, eliding it with adorable little gaps in her memory that made her clit pulse every time she gave in to the suggestions and remembered to forget, and she was going to come trotting back the next day eager to spend time with her new friend and neighbor without even the slightest idea why….
Until Audra showed her the video, of course. Not after hypnotizing her, not while she was sunken into a deep trance thanks to the reinduction trigger Audra always implanted in her good girls, but simply and straightforwardly pressing play on the clip and saying, "It looks like you enjoyed that quite a bit, didn't you, pretty pet?" And she would get to watch as Emily's pretty hazel eyes went wide with shock and astonishment, and her brow furrowed as her mind strained in a desperate effort to understand how she could have absolutely no memory of the uninhibited lesbian sex she was watching on Audra's phone… and very gradually, without the younger woman even realizing it, Emily's hand would go down between her legs to rub herself.
It wasn't even a suggestion, not exactly. Audra had done a little work on Emily's head while she was supine and mindless and obediently lapping away at Audra's cunt, convincing her that eating pussy made her needier than she'd ever been before and the only way to reach climax was to masturbate to lesbian porn. Only of course Emily didn't know that was what she needed, so she went home wet and desperate and spent her whole night fruitlessly jilling off until she went to sleep with half-remembered whispers tugging at her unconscious mind, reinforcing her programming in ways she wasn't allowed to think about. When Emily saw herself turned into amateur girl-on-girl porn, it was going to absolutely wreck her fucking libido and leave her with only one possible outcome to the situation Audra was even now engineering for them.
And she was going to watch every last bit of it, and she was going to mercilessly manipulate Emily into believing she was nothing more than a horny, needy slut who craved dominance and hypnosis and hot lesbian sex. By the time tomorrow was done, Emily would fully convince herself that she craved everything Audra was tricking her into wanting… and the rush of power she got from knowing that made today's pleasure feel like nothing more than an appetizer for the feast to come.
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File Friday!
Will you follow the white rabbit or just stay a pawn on the chessboard? Come fully through the mirror with us and find out with this week's file Looking Glass 6/12 at 9pm est in The Pink Room
Looking Glass
This is a wild ride and I’m very proud of it. It’s a full range of experience.
It is voiced by BunnyMini.
This recreates sections of Alice and Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass. It adds an erotic mindkinky twist, while, I hope, staying true to the spirit of the original.
There's a lot of wordplay. I think this is probably the best representation of a confusion induction that I've heard in a file. There's identity fracture. Alice is confused about who she is, and you can hear two distinct Alices in the mirror.
There are dramatic scene changes. Alice goes from the mirror to the backroom of a club to an orgiastic tea party. The background sounds go from dreamy mallets to psytrance to pure bassy ambient. The scenes are connected by riddles and dream logic - but they do all really connect. Dreams have their own structure and rules in this world.
They aren't a cheat.
Sequels are already planned. I hope you enjoy; I think this reaches a very high level!
CW: mindkink, confusion induction, intoxication, identity fragmentation, hallucination, fourth wall breaking, cosubmission, all fem voices
All these files and hundreds more can be found at The Mind Eraser Patreon, and tons of history and lore at our Web Site.
Everytime I try and stream, it will pop up with a notification that shows me how to collab with other streamers and now I'm thinking about doing a "collab" stream with a desk pet.
People see the linked steam. They ask where the other person is since I'm playing a single player game. I simply laugh and tell them that they're definitely here and everyone in chat is confused until a few of them notice the top link in both our link trees have changed to the missing collaborators fansly :3c
There's the missing pup! Dutifully choking on my girl cock as they sit comfortably under my desk ^×^
Every now and again the people watching me play will wonder why I seem to calm down from stressful situations so fast... The people watching below the desk don't have to figure anything out as they watch the pups throat bulge as I grab their head and use their esophagus as a Fleshlight ^×^
I'll eventually give the pup a break... But streams should really strive to be around that 3 hour mark... I'm sure the pup can breathe through its nose~
An underrated part of being a slut is that you get great mileage on nudes. "Hey babe does the lighting in this video for Friend look ok?"-ed my way into amazing head, and I still get to tease Friend with it. It's just economical. Do your part & nudepool.
I wonder if I just sent "tits, now" how many pups would respond to that DM with a pic of their titties for mommy~
Reblog if tgirls can enter your DMs like that.