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Watching the View From Inside the Booth

"Cuhhh… c'mon, Jen, we gotta fight it…." The words came out sleepy and slurred, and Daniel could already tell from the look on Jen's face that she was barely even listening to her friend's words let alone taking them to heart as inspiration. Jen, who was the taller of the two, already had her hand inside her panties and was rubbing her cunt with an expression of dull-witted but studious concentration on her vacant face, while the other young woman--the one who bore just enough of a resemblance to a 90s-era Winona Ryder to grab Daniel's attention in the first place--was still furrowing her brow in a desperate attempt to tear her gaze away from the spiral he was using on them. But her sundress lay on the floor and he knew she was doomed to fail.

Jen mumbled, "uhm, uhh, uh huh?" in a confused grunt that pretty much ended Daniel's hopes of finding out the other woman's name before they were done with their conditioning; it sounded like she was pretty much done with thinking for the time being, or at least with any thoughts that didn't flow into her head from the hypnotic spiral they both watched. Whoever her friend was, she was now reflexively rubbing her pussy through her pink satin panties, and the sheer gratifying eroticism of the sight made Daniel so glad he'd decided to install a camera just above the screen that flickered to life the moment they entered the 'survey booth'--half the fun of taking new slaves was in watching their resistance slowly, inexorably crumble and Little Miss Ryder was genuinely putting on a show.

It was the way her tits jiggled, honestly. She had a small chest, because Daniel liked them short and petite and he was used to his girls not having much up top, but there was enough to quiver and the way she shook and trembled in a desperate but ultimately useless attempt to look at anything but the spiral was making her bounce so adorably. Daniel didn't always masturbate while he watched the conditioning take root, but seeing one woman struggle so hard while the other stared vacuously and lost herself in pleasure was truly something of a delight. "No, Jen, noooo," the Winona lookalike moaned, and the despair in her voice sent a gush of precum trickling out onto Daniel's stroking hand.

It took almost two whole minutes before the young woman's trembling fingers slid inside her panties to further her inevitable subjugation, and by then Jen was already murmuring, "Why are you trying to fight it, Rochelle? It feels so fucking good," in a seductive purr that slowly smoothed the furrows out of her friend's brow and left her nodding in vacant, thoughtless agreement. Finally hearing the name was kind of disappointing, and Daniel decided he was going to make her answer to Winona whenever they were alone together--not that he was probably going to see her that often, not unless she told him under hypnosis that nobody would miss her if she disappeared, but the chance was always present. Daniel never forgot a slack and mesmerized face, and he had slaves all over the country who didn't even know they belonged to him… and he might just contrive a few opportunities to visit with someone who made his dick this hard. When they both began to chant their mantras, Daniel spurted cum all over his pumping fist.

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Confirming the next drop, and then timber!

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Edward Gives an Answer

"I expect you're probably wondering how it was done," Edward chuckled, although in truth Sara was goggling in such stunned amazement at the sight of her best friend sucking on their professor's cock with reverent adoration that the only thing she could really notice was the thatch of dark brown hair framing Bethany's gaping cunt and the proof it finally provided. Bethany had always insisted she was a natural blonde, it had become almost a running joke between them, but now the joke was over and all it took was getting hypnotized to spread her legs and paw at her slick pussy while her lips bobbed up and down on the shaft in her mouth. It felt so absurd that Sara wanted to laugh and scream at the same time.

She distantly realized she wasn't answering, and even more distantly realized it was probably a mistake to just sit and stare while Edward intoned, "It's all simply a matter of finding the right focus to attract attention and the proper reward for the desired behavior," but by this point everything seemed to be so bizarre and absurd and utterly unmoored from reality that she couldn't seem to make herself react properly to anything. Her emotions were too big to process, and it was easier to let them drift off somewhere high overhead while she sank down into her chair and watched Edward's cock disappear into Bethany's mouth all the way up to the root. She became slowly aware of a warm, wet pulse of pleasure between her thighs, booming in time with Bethany's ceaseless rubbing, but she couldn't make herself do anything about it.

"Pleasure is such a strong motivator, you see," Edward purred, his voice silky smooth and infinitely seductive in Sara's ears, and she found herself nodding along as if this was nothing more than another psychology lecture she was struggling to stay awake for. "We all enjoy feeling good, and if you have permission to sink into that pleasure and do whatever comes naturally then of course you're going to be grateful to the person who's allowing you to have those big, strong doses of utter bliss. When I say, 'You have permission to rub,' you know exactly what happens, don't you, Sara?" She saw Bethany's fingers speed up, but it was mostly out of the corner of her eye. Her gaze was still fixated on that languidly thrusting cock, and she barely even noticed her own hand moving to duplicate Bethany's motions.

"That's a good girl," Edward cooed, and Sara's eyes closed in a long, slow, sleepy blink as she struggled to understand what was happening to her and found it was just so much easier not to think at all. If she didn't think, she didn't have to wonder what her fingers were doing, and she didn't have to wonder why her body was so heavy apart from her right hand that she simply couldn't make herself rise out of her chair. All those big emotions, all those strong feelings of lust and excitement and anxiety and confusion and wild absurd hilarity could just wander off, leaving her calm and placid and utterly aroused once her eyes finally opened again. Edward said, "You have permission to undress, too," and it sounded so nice to Sara that she didn't even wonder why her lethargic muscles instantly leapt into action to follow her professor's commands. She did as she was told, and settled back into her seat to stare vacantly at the friend whose obedience she was rapidly coming to emulate.

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Josie Gets Her Head Clear

"I, um, I just have to edge more, that's all," Ericka muttered, although Josie could see her friend's fingers coming away slick and messy every time they slid between the soft pink labia and her voice had the slurred, sleepy quality of someone intoxicated almost to the point of insensibility. "M-Master explained it all to me, there's, like, this place you get to once you get past all the neediness and stuff where your mind gets clear again and everything makes sense, and if I find it I… I'll understand. But if I stop now, I'll never find it. You get why I can't stop, don't you, Josie?"

The scary part was, Josie almost did. She could still feel that impulse tugging away at the back of her brain, reminding her how good it felt to just hang out with Ericka at her apartment and smoke weed and watch porn while they played with their messy cunts, and even though she hadn't drifted nearly as far into the particular kink Ericka was describing and some of the very special videos that went along with it she could still remember that warm, soothing voice telling her how nice it would be if she only put off cumming a tiny bit longer and let her clitty throb her worries away. Her fingers twitched with the desire to rub, and it took all her self-control to focus on Ericka's words instead of her pussy and murmur, "I--I think that was a lie."

Josie watched Ericka's face as the other woman tried to absorb the implications of that statement, seeing her pale pink forehead contort in a desperate effort to push past the hours of programming and the constant pulses of tingling lust to actually think with a brain that had become fully atrophied by hypnosis and porn, and the petite blonde was embarrassed to realize that the sight only made it harder to keep herself from masturbating. Ericka looked so sexy like that, one hand on her tits and the other on her cunt and the light of intelligence flickering only fitfully behind her eyes, and it made Josie's pussy ache just looking at it. There was an open bag of weed gummies on the table, and Josie couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to just pop one or two in her mouth and let her attention drift to the hypnosis file playing in the background instead of the conversation.

It sluggishly occurred to her that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave it playing in the first place, and keeping her focus elsewhere while the soothing voice slipped into her ears might be making this so much harder, but Josie was distracted from the thought when Ericka's confusion melted into a dreamy, placid smile and she simply uttered, "Master always knows best," in a vacant monotone that made Josie's clit pound like a bass drum just hearing it. That made it hard to concentrate on pretty much anything, but fortunately Josie had an idea of how to handle that--she just slid off her bikini, pressed her fingers to her pussy, and let herself rub. She'd heard somewhere that if she just edged long enough she would be able to think clearly again, without the maddening pulse of arousal fogging up her brain… and while she couldn't remember who'd told her, Josie knew it sounded like perfect advice to her.

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What a Jerk-Off

“Oh GOD, are you really trying to hypnotize me again?” Mallorie rolled her jade green eyes and made a jack-off gesture with her right hand. “Seriously, Frank, this really has to stop. It’s been, like, six cons now, and I don’t know what you think it’s going to do at this point. Can’t you just bug off and find some other girl to mess with?” Frank didn’t respond. He just sat down across from her, silently staring at her with an intense, smoldering gaze that he probably thought was really cool and seductive but really just made him look a little bit constipated. Mallorie intensified her wanking motions.

A moment of awkward silence later, and the social pressure drove Mallorie to speak again. “No, really, Frank,” she said, still reflexively moving her arm back and forth in the same derisive gesture. “Just… just go away and find someone else to bother, okay? I’m not interested in these weird head games right now. Registration opens in a couple of hours and I don’t want to spend the whole time in a fucking staring contest.” She rolled her eyes again. A part of her wanted to just get up and leave him to it, but she’d found a nice secluded spot and all her stuff was spread out and it just seemed like a huge hassle to pack it all up. And Frank would probably just follow her anyway.

She rolled her eyes again, but when they returned to Frank’s face, he still had that same confident stare that made Mallorie shiver just a little bit in discomfort. “It’s… it’s not going to work, Frank,” she said, noticing on the edges of her field of vision that the black Tri-Force symbol tattooed on her pale wrist was still going back and forth automatically as she continued the silly jerk-off motion that now seemed too awkward to stop. “It’s never worked. I don’t even remember how many times you….” Mallorie trailed off for a moment, not liking the sound of that phrase. It sounded a little too much like there were things she didn’t remember about her encounters with Frank. Mallorie knew that was something really good hypnotists did, they made you forget things. She didn’t want Frank to think he was a really good hypnotist.

“…how many times you, um… hyp–um, tried to hypnotize me.” Mallorie realized she was sounding a little bit scatterbrained, a little too much like the ditzy blonde people took her for. She suddenly wished she hadn’t worn an outfit that showed off her lithe, athletic body quite so much; Frank probably got ideas in her head looking at her tight halter top with its mesh boob window. Why had she even worn this to an anime con? Why hadn’t she chosen somewhere more public to hang out before Registration opened? The answers were stuck somewhere in the back of her brain. Mallorie couldn’t find them.

She rolled her eyes again, trying to pretend that it was a disdainful dismissal and not an excuse to look away from Frank’s unblinking stare, but somehow they got stuck staring straight up at the ceiling and Mallorie couldn’t move them anymore. She could still notice, just barely in view, her hand going back and forth to stroke the imaginary cock between her fingers. She didn’t seem to be able to stop it. The motion felt good, almost soothing. And familiar, too, she mused absently. Very familiar. Almost intimately familiar. “…s'not working, Frank,” she mumbled distantly, suddenly very conscious of how tired it made her to keep gazing directly overhead like that. “G-go away an’, an’ let me… um… get back. To what I was doing.” Mallorie didn’t remember what she was doing when Frank found her. Waiting for someone, she thought? That sounded right.

But if they showed up now, they’d see her looking all weird and slutty with her eyes rolled back and her tongue slowly extending like an ahegao girl and her hand pumping back and forth like she was trying to jack off an imaginary cock right into her open mouth. They’d see her drooling onto her own tits and sticking her fingers into the waistband of her lycra pants–wait. What? Mallorie tried to look down to see what she was doing, but she’d forgotten how. All she seemed to be able to do was sit there, descending into an increasingly erotic reverie, while Frank’s expression slowly broke into a calm, confident smile at her surrender. “oh,” she whimpered at last, her mind finally connected the details in the instant before her thoughts fell away into trance for her Master.

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When a girl is accidentally hypnotized in the audience it is the hottest thing in the world. She is so easy to hypnotize and doesn't even know that it happened. She may even feel resistant, but clearly, she has no will to resist.

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What a Jerk-Off

“Oh GOD, are you really trying to hypnotize me again?” Mallorie rolled her jade green eyes and made a jack-off gesture with her right hand. “Seriously, Frank, this really has to stop. It’s been, like, six cons now, and I don’t know what you think it’s going to do at this point. Can’t you just bug off and find some other girl to mess with?” Frank didn’t respond. He just sat down across from her, silently staring at her with an intense, smoldering gaze that he probably thought was really cool and seductive but really just made him look a little bit constipated. Mallorie intensified her wanking motions.

A moment of awkward silence later, and the social pressure drove Mallorie to speak again. “No, really, Frank,” she said, still reflexively moving her arm back and forth in the same derisive gesture. “Just… just go away and find someone else to bother, okay? I’m not interested in these weird head games right now. Registration opens in a couple of hours and I don’t want to spend the whole time in a fucking staring contest.” She rolled her eyes again. A part of her wanted to just get up and leave him to it, but she’d found a nice secluded spot and all her stuff was spread out and it just seemed like a huge hassle to pack it all up. And Frank would probably just follow her anyway.

She rolled her eyes again, but when they returned to Frank’s face, he still had that same confident stare that made Mallorie shiver just a little bit in discomfort. “It’s… it’s not going to work, Frank,” she said, noticing on the edges of her field of vision that the black Tri-Force symbol tattooed on her pale wrist was still going back and forth automatically as she continued the silly jerk-off motion that now seemed too awkward to stop. “It’s never worked. I don’t even remember how many times you….” Mallorie trailed off for a moment, not liking the sound of that phrase. It sounded a little too much like there were things she didn’t remember about her encounters with Frank. Mallorie knew that was something really good hypnotists did, they made you forget things. She didn’t want Frank to think he was a really good hypnotist.

“…how many times you, um… hyp–um, tried to hypnotize me.” Mallorie realized she was sounding a little bit scatterbrained, a little too much like the ditzy blonde people took her for. She suddenly wished she hadn’t worn an outfit that showed off her lithe, athletic body quite so much; Frank probably got ideas in her head looking at her tight halter top with its mesh boob window. Why had she even worn this to an anime con? Why hadn’t she chosen somewhere more public to hang out before Registration opened? The answers were stuck somewhere in the back of her brain. Mallorie couldn’t find them.

She rolled her eyes again, trying to pretend that it was a disdainful dismissal and not an excuse to look away from Frank’s unblinking stare, but somehow they got stuck staring straight up at the ceiling and Mallorie couldn’t move them anymore. She could still notice, just barely in view, her hand going back and forth to stroke the imaginary cock between her fingers. She didn’t seem to be able to stop it. The motion felt good, almost soothing. And familiar, too, she mused absently. Very familiar. Almost intimately familiar. “…s'not working, Frank,” she mumbled distantly, suddenly very conscious of how tired it made her to keep gazing directly overhead like that. “G-go away an’, an’ let me… um… get back. To what I was doing.” Mallorie didn’t remember what she was doing when Frank found her. Waiting for someone, she thought? That sounded right.

But if they showed up now, they’d see her looking all weird and slutty with her eyes rolled back and her tongue slowly extending like an ahegao girl and her hand pumping back and forth like she was trying to jack off an imaginary cock right into her open mouth. They’d see her drooling onto her own tits and sticking her fingers into the waistband of her lycra pants–wait. What? Mallorie tried to look down to see what she was doing, but she’d forgotten how. All she seemed to be able to do was sit there, descending into an increasingly erotic reverie, while Frank’s expression slowly broke into a calm, confident smile at her surrender. “oh,” she whimpered at last, her mind finally connected the details in the instant before her thoughts fell away into trance for her Master.

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