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A Special Movie Just for Emma

“Hi, Emma. Um… Master’s fucking my tits right now. Oh, um, you can probz see that, right? Like, OMG, it’s just… it’s, like, the bestestest thing ever. His hands are, um, they’re squeezing my boobs around his big hard cock, and every time it sticks out the top I keep wondering if it’s about to squirt hot yummy cum all over my chest and my face. I’m gonna look like such a slut when he cums on me. I, um… I want that, Emma. I want to look like a needy little fucktoy. I want every, um, every body who sees me to think, ‘Oh, that girl is Master’s, um, um… prop-er-tea.’ You can’t save me. It’s, like, way too late for that.

"But that’s not why I’m sending you this, uhhh, vid… vid-ee… um, this movie. I’m sending it to you because Master thinks you might have gotten a little dose of his, uhhh, his hypno stuff when you found me a couple of days ago and tried to stop me from looking at the screen. He thinks maybe there’s a little part of you right now that kind of likes the idea of turning into a dumb, horny slave who wants to please her Master’s big hard cock with her mouth and her tits and her wet cunny and, and… am I drooling, Emms? Sorry. Thinking about being used kinda does that now.

"But, uhhh, ummm, uhhhhhhhhh… what was I saying? Oh right. Hypno stuff. Master thinks some of it might have gotten stuck in the back of your brain, deep down in the deepest part of you where you don’t even know it, and, like, there are things he can do to make it bigger and stronger so that it melts the rest of you and makes you a dumb horny slut like me. He told me he wants to show you how good it feels to be used so he can weaken your, um, your… your… 'ree-ziss-tance’. That’s totez not a word, but he told me to say it and good girls always do what they’re told. Good girls love to please their Masters. That’s what gives them purpose.

"It feels, like, so fucking good to have a purpose, Emms. Like, when I kneel down in front of Master like this and present my big slut titties to fuck so I can please his cock and make it spurt a big load of hot creamy cum all over my face, I… um, I… s-sorry, I can’t, um… w-what was I saying? Oh right. It, it feels so good to know I’m where I belong. I feel happy. I feel content. I feel at peace. I feel… f-fulfilled? Is that a word? Like I’m filled with cock all the time, even inside my brain, and it makes me feel full. OMG, Emms, it’s so fucking good. You’re gonna love being a slave like me.

"M-Master told me that’s totez gonna happen now. He, he said you’re gonna keep watching this vid, um, this vid-ee… this movie, like, again and again and again until it gets inside your head and makes you all horny. Like, you’re gonna think you’re watching it to find a way to free me, but, uhh, after a while you’re just gonna start staring at Master’s cock and edging your cunny and making yourself all dumb and–oh, fuck, yes, Master! Look at that, Emms. Look at how happy you made Master’s cock by giving in and watching me get used. You, uh, you should watch it again. From the bee… bee-ginn… from the start. Watch it again and think about how hot it would be to be down on your knees with me, okay? And when you’re ready, give me a call and we’ll talk. Love you, byeeeeeee!”

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Showing Off His Pet

“Mmm, she’s very nice.” Mandy didn’t even have time to do more than open her mouth in surprise before the blonde woman leaned over and pressed two fingers to the entrance of Mandy’s bare cunt. “Oh, she’s very wet down here. You’ve got her well trained. Is she a public use slut, or are you just teaching her to show herself off in public?” Mandy’s cheeks spread into a nervous smile, still framed within the lens of her boyfriend’s smartphone camera–she’d never been caught before during their exhbitionistic little games, but she always imagined that it would involve shouting and threats and a forcible eviction from the bookstore. She didn’t think anyone would just decide to join in.

Her boyfriend chuckled. “Oh, she’s totally a public use slut. Go ahead and put in a finger or two, you’ll see how much she likes it.” Mandy wanted to object, but then the blonde insinuated a single pale digit between the helpless young woman’s plump pink labia and her head swam with distracting pleasure. Mandy didn’t know this person, she had absolutely no idea who they even were, but they were just playing with her pussy right out in the open in a public place and Mandy couldn’t seem to make herself stand up and pull her skirt back down and walk away. She felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever, and… and oh, fuck that was so hot. Why was that so fucking hot? Why couldn’t she make them stop?

The blonde looked up at the camera and grinned. “You’ve done such a good job,” she said, talking to Mandy’s boyfriend as if the woman she was finger-banging in the middle of a Barnes and Noble wasn’t even a part of the conversation. “How did you train her? Hypnosis?” It was like Mandy wasn’t really there, or… no. No, Mandy knew exactly what it felt like. She loved dogs, and sometimes she stopped to pet someone’s dog while she chatted with its owner. Hands all over the cute dumb animal, attention directed to the smart human who had it on a leash. It felt exactly like that to Mandy and it made her cunt impossibly fucking wet.

Her boyfriend smiled smugly. “She’s a really good subject,” he replied, stunning Mandy with his answer. She didn’t even remember being hypnotized, let alone being trained with hypnosis to offer her cunt to complete strangers in public. But apparently that was part of the training, as her boyfriend went on to explain–“She honestly thinks this was all her own idea,” he continued, the casual pride in his voice making Mandy feel warm and wet and glowing with contented satisfaction even as she struggled to accept the shocking new information that changed everything she thought she knew about their relationship. “She doesn’t even know how many times we’ve done this before.”

The blonde giggled. “That’s amazing!” she cooed in excitement, adding a second finger and then a third until Mandy couldn’t help grunting softly in helpless arousal. “God, she’s such a slut. You must be so proud of her.” The pleasure made Mandy’s eyes roll back in her head until only the whites showed, and she felt a strange rush of familiarity in the back of her brain at the sensation… but then it sank into a sea of ecstasy as she came on the other woman’s fingers, and her mind melted into vacant bliss. She heard a small, appreciative crowd beginning to gather, and her orgasm intensified as she realized what was bound to happen next.

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Walking In on Tilly and Beth

It was the most meticulous act of masturbation Georgia had ever seen. Tilly spread her soaking pink labia with the diligence of a medical student taking a test on female anatomy, exploring every square centimeter of her dripping pink folds with her eyes tightly shut and her breathing slow and regular. It almost looked meditative, as if she’d discovered some sort of new wellness routine that involved mindful stimulation of the vagina or something. If Tilly even knew that Georgia and Bethany were watching her, she gave no sign. Slowly, hesitantly, Georgia tore her eyes away from her friend and looked over at Bethany. “What did you do to her, Beth?” she whispered, her voice carrying easily in the cathedral hush.

Bethany smirked. “I didn’t do anything to her,” she said, speaking at a conversational volume that made Georgia wince in alarm. “Hypnosis doesn’t work like that. She found a place in her mind that was relaxed and comfortable for her, and she responded to a simple suggestion because she wanted to. And now that she’s discovered how enjoyable it is to let go and return to that state of deep, pleasant trance, her unconscious mind has chosen to relax for me whenever it’s allowed to. That’s all it is, Georgia. You don’t need to worry about her.” The speech had a veneer of reasonability, but Georgia noticed the tell-tale sentence construction of someone trying to avoid taking ownership of their actions. She glanced back over at Tilly. The young woman was still going at it.

Georgia found herself staring at the young brunette’s slow, diligent masturbation, feeling uncomfortably voyeuristic but unable to determine a course of action. She knew she should be doing something to snap Tilly out of her trance, but waking her would lead inevitably to a whole host of conversations that Georgia didn’t want to be anywhere near. The sheer awkwardness of the situation froze Georgia in place… and Bethany’s soft, honeyed voice slipped right into that indecision like a crowbar levering its way into a tiny gap. “Look at her, Georgia. She doesn’t look upset, does she? She looks happy. She looks relaxed and peaceful. She wants to drift into trance and play with her soaking cunt.”

Georgia let out the tiniest of sighs, the only visible sign of a roiling emotional struggle that churned away in the back of her head. She never thought of herself as gay or even bisexual, but something about the slow, meticulous way Tilly rubbed her twitching clit made Georgia’s pussy ache in sympathy. She couldn’t help thinking about all the times she furiously jilled off in her bedroom at night, trying to get her orgasm out of the way so she could get to sleep. A part of her envied the other woman’s tantric exploration of her own body, and she couldn’t hide it. “Relaxed and peaceful, Georgia. Wet and needy and so happy to stop thinking and sink into pleasure.”

Georgia almost didn’t notice Bethany stepping closer, reaching around the vulnerable young woman’s body and gently cupping her hand over Georgia’s pubic mound through her jeans. The rhythmic pressure seemed to be almost a message from her own body, telling her that it was okay to focus her attention on Tilly’s soaking cunt and enjoy the warm, drifting pleasure that slowly seeped into her mazy brain. “Deep and drowsy and empty and blank,” Bethany purred, and by the time Georgia realized what was happening she’d already ceded far too much control to escape the yawning embrace of trance.

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Jo Watches the Show

‘Huh’, thought Jo, staring with amused interest at the pair of cocks thrusting in perfect rhythm in and out of the two perfectly yielding holes. 'That woman’s practically getting sawed in half by those guys.’ She didn’t stop to think about the unusual perspective she had on the pornographic sex taking place directly in front of her. Nor did she wonder exactly why her cunt and ass throbbed with relentless pleasure. She had other things on her mind at the moment, like trying to figure out what kind of person would allow herself to be fucked by two men at the same time. Probably some kind of hypnotized slut, she decided.

Not that she had any experience being hypnotized herself. Jo had never been hypnotized, never stared mindlessly into a spinning pendant while her thoughts were stripped away one by one until she disassociated completely from herself and offered no resistance to the two men stripping her naked and stretching her needy orifices with their massive cocks. She didn’t know what it was like to watch her own body like it was foreign to her, staring with bewildered fascination at the pair of shafts pistoning in and out of her wet cunt and lubed-up asshole. But Jo imagined that it probably looked a lot like that. She had this little fucktoy pegged, she was sure of it.

She bet the woman probably even liked it. Hell, Jo was only watching and her clit tingled and throbbed like she had a dick as thick as a soda can inside her wet pussy, and her ass ached in sympathy as she stared vacantly at the cock reaming the hypnotized fuckdoll from behind. Whoever this slut was, she was probably cumming like a porn star, even if she didn’t connect the intense sexual pleasure she experienced with the hard pounding she was taking from the two men. Jo had to admit that she kind of envied the needy little bitch. If giving in to a hypnotist felt as good as it looked, it was no wonder this woman didn’t put up any kind of real resistance. Her subconscious was probably desperate for a good fucking anyway.

Jo wondered if they were programming their new sex slave right now, filling her mind with brainwashing while she was so distracted by sexual pleasure and the visual focus of their cocks thrusting in and out of her ass and pussy that she didn’t even notice the sound of their voices. She certainly wouldn’t put it past a couple of guys like that–if they had the kind of natural charisma and delightful, irresistible charm to hypnotize a woman into being their obedient fuckdoll, they could certainly convince her to find them every bit as attractive as Jo did. The horny bitch probably didn’t even know how deeply conditioned she was to secretly crave their dicks.

Who knew–maybe she wouldn’t even remember it at all. Maybe she’d just file it away as some half-remembered pornographic video she once saw, a memory so vague and disjointed that she wouldn’t think any more about it than Jo did. That was probably how they controlled their sluts–they’d just remember what Jo remembered, a few brief flashes of double-penetration that made the brainwashed fucktoys they owned masturbate themselves stupid without knowing why, each time programming themselves deeper until they were perfectly controlled and ready to drop again at the sound of their trigger. And when the fucking was done…. Jo didn’t get the chance to finish the thought. She felt something warm and wet spurting inside her and then her body slumped into unconsciousness.

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Drooling Debbie

It was really the drooling that broke Debbie. There was just something so visceral, so tangible about the way the drip, drip, drip of the saliva onto her tits finally brought home the total loss of control that Debbie really couldn’t deny anymore what she was becoming. Oh, she knew intellectually that the ball gag made it impossible to avoid, and she told herself for a little while that none of this was her fault… but the more she felt the slick warmth dribbling down her chin, the easier it became to believe the lies the spiral whispered into her drowsy brain. Until they stopped becoming lies and began sounding more like truths she just hadn’t discovered yet.

Her captors could see the shift in her attitude every time they took her gag out for food and rest breaks. Debbie didn’t exactly know what they noticed–maybe she responded to their questions a bit more sluggishly, maybe her body was a bit more pliable, a bit more poseable. But they recognized her crumbling resistance. They could tell that her willpower was softening and breaking apart under the jackhammer force of her constant conditioning, and they rewarded Debbie’s compliance with greater and greater freedoms. She tried to tell herself it was all some kind of big plan, that she was tricking them into relaxing their vigilance so she could escape… but then the gag went in again, and she felt a surge of heat between her pale pink pussy lips that gave the lie to her protestations.

When they left her hands untied, Debbie didn’t try to work loose the knots around her ankles–her fingers went straight to her cunt, rubbing ceaselessly as she stared into the spiral and mumbled around the gag. When they stopped bothering to restrain her, Debbie didn’t turn away from the mesmerizing tunnel of light on the wall-mounted television set; she stood at attention, teasing her slick pussy just like the toy mounted on the chair once did in those first few days when she still believed she could resist. And still the drool spilled down her chin, dripped onto her bare breasts, reminding her constantly that she couldn’t control even the simplest bodily function. The mantras of obedience poured into her ears, and Debbie couldn’t deny them. She couldn’t even speak.

Pink fog swallowed up her sense of time. Debbie’s captors stopped coming into the spare bedroom; they slid a tray of food through the cat door at intervals, but they resolutely refused to give Debbie the touch, the interaction, the human contact she craved. The spiral let her know that she would have to earn back even that through obedience. So she ate, she slept, she used the en suite bathroom… and she edged. And she drooled. Sixteen hours a day, maybe even more–the spiral kept whispering to her even while she slept, and Debbie frequently woke with her hands jammed between her legs, rubbing her pussy until she left a wet spot on the sheets the size of a dinner plate.

And then one day it happened. Debbie stared into the spiral, drooling and mumbling incoherently, no longer even pretending that her constant teasing was an effort to overcome her conditioning and achieve a climax, when her eyes were directed to glance at the bedside table. She saw the red ball gag sitting there. She felt another droplet of saliva land on her tits. And Debbie finally broke completely, once and for all.

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Ginny Spills Her Secrets

“Okay, I know this is going to sound strange,” Ginny said, “but I saw Veronica with Susan the other day, and it was like… it was like Susan didn’t really notice what Veronica was doing! Like, she knew Veronica was there, but she didn’t notice what her hands were doing at all! And I mean, look. I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with two women, y'know… enjoying each other. It’s the twenty-first century, you know? Do what you like. But it really didn’t seem like Susan knew Veronica was, um… enjoying, um, Susan. Like she was there, but she wasn’t there, if you know what I mean? I know this is going to sound stupid, but I think it was hypnosis.”

The other woman nodded. “Tell me more,” she murmured, running her hand up and down Ginny’s pale thigh.

“Well, I–I mean, we both know that Veronica studied hypnosis,” Ginny continued. “She mentioned it that one time when we did the corporate retreat, back when Susan and I first started with the company. And I didn’t really think anything about it back then, because it was so cool to have a female boss and Veronica really seemed to care about helping us grow as individuals and I guess I just kind of figured that hypnosis helped her, um, self-actualize or something. But I’m wondering now if maybe she didn’t, um, y'know, do something. To Susan’s brain. Make her think that one thing was happening when it was really another. Like, to her, she’s just sitting on the couch with her boss, and she doesn’t know she’s being, um. You know. T-touched.”

The other woman smiled amiably. “I see,” she replied, pushing Ginny’s legs apart and sliding her fingers into the waistband of the young blonde’s shorts.

“I–I mean, it’s only a guess,” Ginny stammered out. “It’s not like I asked them what was happening or anything. I didn’t want Veronica to see me because I thought, um… well, I don’t really know what all you can do with hypnosis, okay? M-maybe she could make me forget everything I saw, maybe she could make me think that it was all just innocent, maybe she could get me to sit on the couch next to her while she played with my… um, my… you know. My pussy. Like she did with Susan. And I wouldn’t know it any more than she did. I don’t even really know if she knew it was Veronica she was talking to. Maybe she thought it was me, or just some woman, you know? I guess if you can make someone think whatever you want them to, you can do all sorts of things to them.”

The other woman chuckled in agreement. “It seems likely,” she added, sinking three fingers directly into Ginny’s wet cunt.

“You, you won’t tell anyone, will you?” Ginny asked. “Only I’m not quite sure what to do about it yet. I was thinking maybe I could try to catch them at it again, and take pictures this time, only… I can’t let Veronica know what I’m planning. If she knew, she might catch me alone and hypnotize me into telling her everything I saw. And brainwash… nnnnnhhh… brainwash me too, brainwash me and use me and fuck my pussy. S-she’d like that, wouldn’t she? She’d like to turn me into her mind controlled slut? F-finger me until I, until I c-c-CUM!”

Veronica’s smile widened. “I’m sure she would, dear,” she purred, pistoning her fingers in and out of her brainwashed slave’s wet pussy. Ginny stared, glassy eyed, as another burst of pleasure came from nowhere and emptied out her weak and vulnerable mind.

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Caught Jerking Off

“You were jerking off in here, weren’t you?” Jared didn’t see much point in trying to deny it–he’d managed to cover up his erection with a magazine when Mrs. Darby walked in, but given that the magazine was an old copy of Playboy that he found in Mr. Darby’s boxed-up possessions, he probably couldn’t get away with an innocent explanation here. He thought about trying to assert some kind of tenant rights, maybe, and to turn this into a conversation about privacy… but again, he’d been going through her former husband’s possessions. He didn’t have a leg to stand on.

Mrs. Darby strode across the room swiftly, yanking the magazine out of Jared’s hands and tossing it aside. “I believe we had a conversation about this when you first agreed to rent a room from me, Mr. Cooper,” she growled, glaring at his lubed-up erection as if she somehow expected it to wilt under the force of her anger alone. “No masturbation in my house. Your hand does not touch your penis, remember?” Jared squirmed, wishing above all else that his embarrassment wouldn’t keep making his cock throb even harder. Of course he remembered the awkward, uncomfortably frank discussion with his mother’s best friend about the masturbation rules in her house. It was what made him so horny all the damn time.

Mrs. Darby shucked off her housecoat, displaying a body that could probably have appeared in a Playboy magazine. She clambered onto the old couch with Jared, then reached down and wrapped her fingers around his lubed-up shaft. Jared tried to look down in surprise and amazement, only to discover that her gaze held his eyes absolutely pinned to hers. “Masturbation is a selfish, wasteful habit, young man,” she scolded him, even as her hand began to pump up and down his achingly hard cock. Jared’s balls tightened, but some inchoate impulse in the back of his head held back his climax and left him panting with arousal. “That was what I said to you, wasn’t it?”

Jared found his head bobbing up and down in vacant, mindless acceptance. The sensation felt strangely familiar, as though he’d stared into Mrs. Darby’s eyes before like this and lost track of everything else around him, but the details eluded him and the driving need to release his load kept distracting him so badly that he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. As a result, the older woman’s actual speech slipped past his consciousness without being flagged by his attention at all. “Only an immature little boy hides in his bedroom with a magazine, playing with his willy until he dumps sperm all over his chest. You’re not a little boy anymore, are you? You’re a big strong man now, aren’t you, Jared?”

His head kept moving, nodding slowly and evenly to everything she said. “You don’t want to waste all that cum, Jared. You don’t want to think of nothing but your own pleasure like a selfish little boy. You want to make sure that big hard cock is put to good use. You want to make sure that nice big load of semen goes right where nature intended it, don’t you?” Jared didn’t quite understand what she meant at first–his brain felt so foggy, and everything kept slipping away into a void of pleasure that swallowed up more and more of his thoughts. But when Mrs. Darby straddled his hips and plunged herself onto his throbbing erection, everything suddenly made so much more sense to him.

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Performing on the Livestream

“Do you like my titties, Master?” Ramona purred, giving a sultry look to the webcam as she cupped her ample breasts in both hands and squeezed them sensuously. “It feels so good that I can’t take my hands away.” She could see herself down in the corner of the screen, her expression to all appearances filled with sinful delight at her own exhibitionistic display, and she wondered if any of the men watching her knew how absolutely true her words really were. She tried to look down, convinced that if she could only see her fingers she could regain some modicum of control over them, but her gaze remained firmly locked on the camera.

Ramona felt the tiny pinches on her nipples, one after another driving her body to new heights of arousal and her lust-fogged brain to new lows of resistance. “My tits make me such a weak, horny slut for you, Master. The more I play with them, the more I want to give in and show you what an obedient slave you make me.” It was only really true for one of the hundreds of people watching her fingers squeeze and grope her own breasts, but one was enough–Master’s hypnosis had her so deeply controlled that she was basically just a passenger in her own body. Even she couldn’t tell just by looking at her image on the screen that she wasn’t the one vamping for the camera.

“I can’t stop thinking about your cum all over my big, soft tits, Master,” Ramona heard herself growl, her voice a lascivious purr. “I just know I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from rubbing it into my silky titflesh like lotion.” It was true, as far as it went–just like the hypnotic compulsion kept Ramona’s fingers glued to her breasts, she knew from first-hand experience that it would force her to smile and beg her Master to splatter his sticky semen all over her chest. And yes, despite her best efforts to resist, she would thank him for his jizz while she massaged it into her boobs. She wouldn’t hesitate for even an instant.

Even in the privacy of her own mind, Ramona wasn’t always sure whether she was herself or Master’s obedient sex slave. She’d slipped slowly away from prisoner to puppet to gaslit and horny fucktoy, the constant fog of arousal clouding her thoughts until she know longer knew exactly why following Master’s suggestions was something she ever wanted to fight. “It would be so hot if you found some friends to cum on me, Master,” she heard herself moan, the words accompanied by a surge of sexual pleasure that made her head swim. “Cover my slutty face and my slutty tits with load after load of sticky jizz until everyone sees what a messy bitch I am.” Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t deny the powerful appeal of the image in her head.

“Maybe you could just give everyone watching the stream my home address,” Ramona drawled, repeating the words coming to her through the kitten-ear headphones that her audience no doubt thought she wore for effect. “And I could leave my door unlocked and everyone could just come in and fill my slutty holes with cum until they were satisfied.” She knew she would do it, too, if Master commanded. She didn’t think he’d go that far–she thought she hoped he wouldn’t–but he’d completely eroded her resistance and she wouldn’t hesitate to spread her legs for the whole world if he commanded her to. He owned her. And nobody but the two of them knew.

Ramona wished that didn’t make her so incredibly wet.

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