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Direct Control

It wasn’t exactly a practical method of mind control, as such things went. There was no way that Lena could hide what she was doing when she stuck the adhesive patches to Lauren and Charity’s major muscle groups, and the long trailing wires were a dead giveaway to anyone watching that both women were hooked up to some kind of device. Not to mention, neither woman could move more than about thirty feet away from the control console without pulling the plug out. Neither could Lena, for that matter–this was the kind of mind control that required the consent of all concerned, and only served one useful purpose.

But since Lena wanted to make her two good little puppets fuck like pornstars, and both Lauren and Charity wanted to be manipulated like marionettes for their Mistress’s amusement, it all worked out perfectly. Lena attached the wires to her temples, turned on the neural induction current, and concentrated on moving her obedient slaves’ arms. It wasn’t easy at first–both women spent a good few minutes twitching randomly and giggling at the novelty of watching their muscles respond to signals that came from someone else’s brain. But soon Lena gained enough proficiency to direct Lauren’s arms into a tight embrace around Charity’s waist, and the giggles melted into soft, sensual moans.

As Lena got more and more used to the subtle flexes and careful concentration needed to make her submissives’ limbs move without flailing her own body around, she began to appreciate just what she could make her good girls do. It was easier to make them mirror each other–moving both sets of arms and legs at once required substantially less fine motor control than forcing just Lauren’s fingers or Charity’s hands into motion–and so the two women caressed each other’s body in an eerie, doll-like unison. That only seemed to heighten the sensation of mental and physical dominance they felt; even when Lena wasn’t actively making them move, they tended to synchronize their kisses and caresses. It was enough to make the domme glad she put down a towel on her recliner before they started.

All three of them knew that the signals weren’t strong enough to overcome the submissives’ actual control of their own muscles; if either woman wanted, they could simply have yanked out the wires and ended things immediately without even bothering with a safeword. But of course, this was a fantasy for both women. Fighting their Mistress’s control was the last thing either one of them wanted. They eagerly succumbed to the unfamiliar sensation of watching their bodies twitch into motion like puppets on a string, and smiled against each other’s lips with pure delight at the way Mistress made them move.

Eventually, Lena reached the limits of her ability to remotely control her pets, and was forced to settle for a verbal command. “Fingers in each other’s pussies, pretty girls,” she murmured, and both women complied with an entirely voluntary devotion. The second they began to play with each other’s soaking cunts, Lena resumed her direct mental command of their muscles; it was even hotter, knowing that every whimper and squeal of pure sensual delight came from her hands, her touch. They were her puppets, her playthings now, and Lena looked forward to many wonderful nights of refining her power over her beautiful slaves.

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Focus

Stare

Learn

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Plug your headphones in. It’s time to wake your subjective mind.

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Cora’s mind wasn’t present.

Her body was in a chair. It was in a room, a small room with grey walls. The room was a little too warm. The room was small and undecorated, and noise echoed harshly in it. Cora’s body was in the room, but her mind wasn’t.

Her body was wearing a too-tight dress that ended at her mid-thigh. Her feet were in heels that were impossibly high, black and shining with a precarious stiletto. Earrings tickled her collarbones, earrings Cora never bought. Her makeup was done to perfection, to excess. The hands who did that makeup for her weren’t her own. Cora’s face had been still and impassive and blank when it was applied. Her face was still and impassive and blank now.

Cora’s eyes were fixed on a screen. Cora’s ears were absorbing echoing words from a speaker. Cora’s mind was empty, so there was nothing but space for the information her eyes saw and her ears heard. That information was all there was in Cora’s head.

Recently, Cora’s body had been on a stage. It had walked around, posed, smiled. It did all of this without Cora’s mind. Cora’s mind was somewhere else. It had been placed somewhere else. Men watched Cora’s body as it walked and posed and smiled. They negotiated, offered money.

Cora’s body belonged to one of those men, now. Cora’s mind wasn’t important for that transaction, so it was kept out of it. Cora’s brain was being filled with important information about the man who now owned her body - what he liked to be called (Sir, occasionally Daddy), what he’d like Cora’s body to wear (tight dresses in jewel tones), what Cora’s body could do to please him (slow, languorous early-morning blowjobs and enthusiastic, exceedingly dirty talk during sex).

When Cora’s mind was put back with her body, this new information would fill it. Old things that Cora’s mind cared about would go away. New things would take over. Sir would own Cora’s mind just like Sir owned Cora’s body. It would be quick, nearly instant - her new mind would overwrite her old mind. Cora’s mind wouldn’t even have time to fight.

But for now, Cora’s mind wasn’t present.

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Good girls know it’s good to be gone, sometimes.

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It’s so EASY to look, state and obey..

Look

Stare

Obey...

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Weeks had passed slowly by as normal... She went to and fro her job as the executive assistant almost oblivious to her months of conditioning and programming she had undergone by head of the company...

Sure, she had vague memories of herself edging under her desk, skirt hiked up and her panties a wet mess but by now she chalked it up as extreme arousal... No harm no foul as nobody was in the office during her time of edging.. Sure, bits of time seemed to have been lost as she couldn’t remember a lot over the last few months but chalked it up due to everyday business and stresses of the job. Afterall, she was an executive assistant.

As she sat at her desk, working on the new quarterly budget she was assigned by the CEO, she entered formulas and was happy with her progress..

PING...

The familiar PING of her app on her phone on her desk had once again gone off.. She thought vaguely... That sounds so familiar.. I’m so busy she thought, why do I feel compelled to pick it up?? ... Once again

PING

She quite working on her spreadsheet and instintively picked up her phone and opened the app...

Immediately... As like months prior.. She stared helplessly at her screen.. Instictivley more and more she feel DOWN the rabbit hole.. The familiar BLANK, EMPTY and AROUSAL feelings washed over her... The familiar hiking up of her skirt to her waist... Sitting slack jawed, drooling ever so slightly as her heavy hand now rested on her pink lace pantied mound.. Circling her clitoris, heavily and lazily massaging her labia and her entrance until her panties were a sipping mess... Her business top unbuttoned, her bra straps off her shoulders, her breasts out of her bra cups, tweaking her nipples with her free and heavy SLOW hand... murmuring to herself.. “I’m a good girl.. Good girls don’t cum”...

Oblivious to her surroundings, the CEO knew it would only be minutes before she once again DROPPED.., Walking into her office, he smiled at his “handiwork” and smiled as his doll (officially executive assistant in the company directory) was to the point of being just that... His new and fully conditioned doll....

He moved to the side of her chair as she stared at the screen while slowly and oh so heavily edging herself... By this time completely blank and AROUSED... Moving closer... leaning into her ear.. He whispered “Good Girl”...

This seemed to have such an effect on her as she moaned louder, picked up the pace of her edging and her mouth falling completely slack and open...

I’m so proud of you and how far you have come he said as he began to unzip, freeing his erection from his business suit... As he stood beside her hard and ready for her, he knew she would need a tad more conditioning before she was allowed to give the pleasure she needed to give...

She turned her head, without a thought in it toward his hardness, moving her mouth down upon his shaft... As they board mind simultaneously, he whispered “good girl.. cock in mind out”... All she could manage was to moan around his hardness and nod yes...

Seeing the time on the watch, it was time to leave her and wake her...

You’re such a good girl as he withdrew his hardness from between her heavy drooling lips, zipped up and patted her head softly.. Whispering to her... Good Girl...

He moved her chair back into position in front of her desk and walked out of her office and into his.. He was still hard, thinking how beautiful she looked and just how programmed she’d become.. He knew soon she would be the best “assistant” he ever had..

As she sat in front of her desk, Blank Empty and Aroused she heard over the loud speaker in her office.. “WAKEY WAKEY”....

She rose from her hazy fog... realizing her breasts were exposed, her panties soaked and drool dripping from her mouth...

Whhhaaa whhaaaa what am I doing? Why am I edging like this at my desk...

She began to remove her hand from her panty and pull her bra straps back up and fix her blouse and skirt.. She finally managed to fix herself proper though still foggy.. making it harder to work on the budget...

The voice once again rang out over the loud speaker in her office....

“GOOD GIRL”....

Immediately she slouched in her chair and began edging away all thoughts.

WAKEY..

GOOD GIRL

WAKEY

Good Girl

WAKEY

The assistant was too far gone as she was continuously fractionated... In a blissful haze.. Not knowing

DOWN

or if

DOWN was

UP...

Good thing it was after hours on a Friday or others would have noticed...

Now the conditioning would progress further with the office cleared out...

DOWN

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Edge

Program

Obey

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Nnn… being a bimbo is a reasonable choice right?

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Drool Your Brain Away!

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When Mercy was asked to test a new piece of equipment in the lab she expected a standard upgrade. Instead when she put the new halo device on it immediately seized complete control of her mind. She let out a light gasp of pain before her arms dropped, her eyes crossed and her body became stiff waiting for commands. The scientist responsible commanded her to pose around the room to test his slave's new obedience. She obeyed perfectly, responding to every command with a monotone "yes master." Her brain was so perfectly empty that she began drooling on her tits. The scientist knew that Talon would pay good money for a device like this. And keeping Mercy, or at least what was left of her, as his brainwashed slave was certainly a bonus.

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Good Girls say “Yes, Master”

When He wants to hypnotize you: Yes, Master When He wants to condition and program you: Yes, Master When He wants to collar you: Yes, Master When He wants to control you: Yes, Master When He wants to own you: Yes, Master What do you say, Good girl?