Do you wear latex yourself? Do you practice hypnosis with a partner?
Yes I wear latex and yes I have practice hypnosis on different partners
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Do you wear latex yourself? Do you practice hypnosis with a partner?
Yes I wear latex and yes I have practice hypnosis on different partners
Kara: Babs…what happened?
Barbara: I don’t know. My head feels…fuzzy. Last thing I remember, I was…investigating a kidnapping…right?
Kara: I don’t know. You walked into the Satellite and you started just…I mean, you were laying it on pretty thick.
Barbara: Wait…what? With who?
Kara: With me, Babs. Brushing my hair out of my face, rubbing my arm, running your hand down my back, flashing me those ‘come fuck me’ eyes…last thing I remember, I had to drag you out of there because you started trying to kiss my neck.
Barbara: That’s…oh shit, I’m so sorry! I didn’t…I mean, I obviously have no clue what came over me!
Ivy: Oh you don’t, do you?
Barbara: Who the…oh…Mistress…hello.
Kara: Mistress? What the hell are you…but…that’s not…that’s…Mistress. Yes, hello, Mistress.
Ivy: Barbara, were you trying to seduce Kara?
Barbara: I…I was, but…I don’t think that I…
Ivy: Hush now. Don’t you two remember? You’ve been lovers for years.
Kara: We’ve been…lovers?
Ivy: With insatiable appetites for each other. Don’t play coy, I hear you two in your rooms every night. The way you two go at it, I’m surprised the walls are still intact.
Barbara: But Mistress, I…we’re friends. Partners.
Ivy: Sweet little bat…look into my eyes.
Barbara: Look…into…
Ivy: You two crave each other. You always have. You’re not just slaves to me; you’re slaves to your lust for each other.
Barbara: Slaves…to…
Ivy: You cannot resist me.
Barbara: C…Cannot…
Ivy: Kiss me, slave.
Barbara: Yesss…
Ivy: Good girl. Now, what is Kara to you?
Barbara: My lover, Mistress.
Kara: Wait…no, Barbara, wait…I think that Mistress is-
Ivy: Kara, look at your partner for a moment. Your pretty little Babs. Look at those wide eyes, that auburn hair, how it slides down her bare back and shoulders. Look at her perky breasts, her smooth stomach, her toned thighs…
Kara: I…yess…
Ivy: She’s very beautiful, isn’t she?
Kara: Yes, Mistress…so beautiful…
Ivy: She’s very sexy, isn’t she?
Kara: Sexy…yes…
Ivy: Are you telling me, little super, that you’re not the least bit excited about being a slave to your desires for her? That you wouldn’t want to taste her as often as you’re blessed to tasted me?
Kara: I…do want to taste…
Barbara: Kara…
Ivy: Good little slaves. So good for your Mistress. You’re very lucky, you know. First you get to taste each other, but soon you’ll be able to taste so many other delicious superheroines. But first, obey your Mistress. Kiss each other. Get lost in each other. Succumb to your desires and become mine completely.
Barbara: Yes, Mistress…
Kara: Happily…
Have you heard about the other team? They are like swimming robots!
Joy, in a bright pink swimsuit: I don’t know about this business of becoming a swimming drone.
Misty, in black with patterns swimsuit: You’ve seen how the other team swims, Joy. It’s like there is nothing in their heads but swimming.
Joy: Okay. But I like having a boyfriend, you know?
Misty: But you want to win, right?
Joy: More than anything!
Misty: Then we must put on the swimcaps and goggles!
Only way beat them is to be like them!
Joy: Yeah, I just hope it is not permane– Oh…
Oh! Misty… have you seen what’s in these?
It’s… it’s beautiful! Like all the joy and… pleasure of winning…
Misty: Yes. That’s the spirit, Joy!
Joy: Of swimming… swimming is what I must do.
Misty: Woah. If that’s what happens when you look at them… I just hope this is really not permanent.
Joy: Swimming is the only thing I must do.
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The inside of the swimsuits had been coated with tiny nanobots. Soon the swimsuit would be more than just a swimsuit but they would be the girls own body. The nanobots were taking care of that down to an atomic level, as they fused flesh and swimsuit together. By the time the nanobots had finished the removal of the swimsuits would be impossible. The PROGRAM was quickly established in the girls minds, deleted un-necessary thoughts and memories. Replacing them with CORE instructions and directives, to ensure the two girls were under the full control of the PROGRAM.
Very quickly the two girls were swimsuit drones, “To win is Obedience and Obedience is to win.” was the drones mantra as they headed towards the pool.
Delicious integration of Core into my original idea.
Very nice!
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I think Sydney might have hypnotized the hotel staff… and is now hypnotizing all the people staying there.. i think i hear the music… now…i…hear.. and..i..obey…
That's right. Keep watching the pretty lights and listen to My voice. Yes My soft...relaxing...and soothing voice. DON'T look away from the pretty light....see how pretty they are....the pulsing light makes you so very relaxed and happy.
My words are your thoughts now. Let My voice tell you what to do from now. Listen and obey My voice.
“Don’t worry, once I have injected this into you, you can drift off to sleep and I will begin the procedure without the same issues that you had last time, but if we do have any problems, then I can fix them for you. That is also why you are strapped down more tightly than usual and have a gag in this time… In goes the needle, good night… Oops, that was actually a paralytic drug. Oh well, at least you can’t move your jaw to scream. Hold still for the first inscision…
Festival Sluts # 04
Assnosis is irresitable at the best of times. When it is a festival slut… you cannot resist.
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_latex doll delivered to offices_conversion imminent
Wouldn’t you touch a mysterious latex doll that just appears in your work place?
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Victoria sighed heavily as she pressed play; she’d been looking for a movie to try out her new 4k VR goggles for ages, and now was finally settling down in the realms of comfort as she watched.
Before long, a word flashed across her screen. It was almost too quick to notice, however, and she shrugged it off, thinking it must have been a glitch. She bit her lip as the soft humming bass continued to reverberate through her mind. It had been going for some time now, though Victoria wasn’t sure quite how long. In fact, she was starting to have difficulties thinking altogether. Behind the goggles, Victoria’s eyes glazed over as she felt herself drifting as the words flashed on the screen, more frequently than before.
“BLANK”
Victoria heard herself slowly mumbling along to the flashing text.
“EMPTY”
She wanted to take off the VR goggles; she wanted to escape… whatever this was. Everytime she tried to take off the goggles, however, another word would flash.
“SUBMIT”
Another flash interrupting her train of thought. And another. Till nothing remained but the flashes before her.
Vicky lied drooling as the erotic images continued flashing rapidly in front of her eyes, each with a new, mind-melting suggestion. The humming beats in her ears still flooding her mind, drowning out any and all thoughts. Vicky helplessly took in her conditioning: she *wanted* to become a good girl, she *needed* to obey. After all, obedience made her so aroused, and arousal made her so obedient.
As the days went on, Vicky continued her programming. First came the wardrobe changes as she got rid of all her casual, dorky clothing and replaced it with some sexy latex and seductive crop-tops. Conditioned to wear whatever would get her submissive, slutty self some long required sexual attention.
Then, bigger changes began. She left her boyfriend. Good girls need to be available. She couldn’t fuck if she was in a relationship. She quit her job. Good girls don’t work. Working takes away from fucking, and sucking, and obeying. She needed to obey. She was a good girl.
Each night, Vicky put on her VR goggles. It had become a part of her nightly routine now, never missing out on her programming, her remaking. After all, good girls need their conditioning and training, which Vicky knew very well. She knew she had to sink, slip, and obey. She knew she had no choice but to go blank. It said so right there, right before her eyes, flashing in her mind.
As Vicky fell asleep to the soft hums of her programming, her world began to fade away again. Her thoughts, her mind fading into the sounds and words before her. A little more each time, the old Victoria faded away with them.
Now, she was complete.
I so love VR stories 😍
One kiss was all it took. The drug in Heather's lipstick was already working on her unexpecting friend.
"You thought it was a playful kiss but soon Cheryl you will be my slave. Your boyfriend will mean nothing to you. Only I will be your only desire, your world, your Mistress. " said Heather, as she stroked the thigh of her newest conquest.
Madam Masque smiled down at her, “Come now, my precious little slut, don’t you want to feel it’s sexy, slick sheen?”
“Fuck no!” Deirdre cried out as she swung her legs away from the figure in black
“Hmmm. Resistant, I see. Well, there’ll be no more talking once you’re hooded and docile. There’ll only be a lifetime of pussy licking and latex from now on,” The man in black lifted the hood, and with a flourish, opened it up. A dim light pulsed inside. “Once the hood is on, there’ll be no more struggling, no more fighting. Just sweet, simple submission and a wonderland of wet snatch and mindless submission.” said Madam Masque with a smile
“You can’t be serious,” Deirdre blinked once. This was crazy!
“Oh but I am, little slut. All you need to do now...” Madam Masque smiled wolfishly, “....is give in. Any last words?”
“Fuck y-”
The hood closed down around Deirdre’s head with ease. Like a glove. Like it was always meant to be.
She tried to think of a way out of this mess. Anything! But every thought felt like slippery, shining latex. Her fingers would brush against it, grasping tightly, and then feel it flow through her mind like sand.
Soft, impressionable sand.
She moaned as the hood tore open her pleasure centre and began rewiring it. It didn’t hurt. Nothing hurt. Nothing felt like anything at all.
“That’s right, my dear. Open yourself to it, let it in. Feel the hood taking your mind, your face. Your everything. And making you just another slave-drone for me to play with.”
She felt a memory pop like a ripe grape in a hungry mouth. Her birthday? Her...third birthday?
“Feel it plucking your pussy like the strings of a harp, feel it working through your mind, erasing all those nasty thoughts, and memories, and silly little ideas of free will. Feel your new identity subsuming your old one; a face as black and deep and thoughtless as shimmering latex.”
Madam Masque. The woman from before-time called the voice-woman Madam Masque. God, thinking was hard now. So hard.
“What is your name, my dear?”
“I..my...there is...no...no...no name...”
“Correct, listen to the Hood. Let it guide you in your new worship. Let it shape you. Let it break you and remake you. You have no name. You have only the hood. And your Mistress who saw fit to gift you with it.”
“drone....”
“Yes?”
“drone has the Hood.”
“drone has Mistress.”
“Yessss, Drone needs nothing else.” A voice, a chuckling voice. No. Mistress’ chuckling voice.
“drone’s body exists to pleasure Mistress.”
“That’s right. Drone and hood and body are one. They exist to please Mistress, to serve Mistress.”
“...drone...”
“It is all Drone needs. All Drone craves. Drones exist to please their Mistress, to bend and shape and obey at their Mistress word. You are Drone. I am Mistress.”
A thought vanishes. A thought drone didn’t even know she still possessed and by the time it is gone drone has forgotten even the memory of it. The Hood is everything. The Hood is the pleasure. drone feels nothing now; nothing but perfect, complete obedience to Mistress.
“Aren’t you happy I hooded you, now?” Mistress knows what drone’s answer will be already, but she never gets tired of hearing it....
“Yes, Mistress!”
“Good. Orgasm.”
drone did as it was told.
Extract from a wonderful story called The Society 2: Masks and Capes by Tipsy
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“Hello, yes, Hello, can everyone hear me? Good! Hello, and welcome to ‘Water safety 301’, so nice to see everyone with their Bun Up, and their Mind Out…And of course their Suits. Good? Good. Okay. Well, In a moment I’ll activate the neural interface– you’ll feel a slight sting on the back of your necks, nothing you haven’t felt before, am I right? Good? Good. Okay, then we’ll begin today’s class in…
3…
TWO…
One point five…
annd…
and…
ready to sink now…
Sleep…”
the zipper pull proved to be too small and her gloved fingers too slippery for her to keep hold of it…if she didn’t grasp it soon it would…what did her friend warn her about? Oh yeah, if she put the suit on and zipped it all the way up it would activate and she would be stuck. And the neural interface would bind to her nervous system and stimulate her pleasure centers…and the plugs would inflate…and the cerebral conditioning program would begin…
But surely if she just tried the suit on
just…just to see what it felt like
not to pull the zipper up only…
lust a little er,
just a little
just enough to get that tingle
just enough to feel the plugs…squishy and soft inside her
just a little
then she would stop
not too far
just zip half way
just to feel what it’s like
tight and smooth and tingly
still able to go back
just enjoying the sensations
for a little while
then she will stop
she can stop any time
and just take the suit off
zipper just a bit higher
only a little
just a bit
only a little more
just to feel how nice
how nice it is to be
in the smooth tight shiny suit
inside the suit
just for a bit
just to feel what it’s like
just a bit higher
so tingly all over
dreamy tingly dizzy
almost losing her balance
lost hold of the zipper
feeling it s-l-o-w-ly continue up
moving by itself
or…how?
so tight tighter
tingly as
the zipper up
buzzing in her ears
in her head
buzzy fuzzy tingly zipping zipper
new voices inside
inside her head
welcoming her
she has so much to learn
let’s begin
Cierra tried to shut her eyes but it was too late. As soon the the spiral caught her eye, she was helpless to look away as she stared deeper into the spiral and it stared deeper into her. All thoughts just easily floating away as she stared deeper into the spiral and deeper into the colors as her mind melted away.
Studying helps you remember what’s important.
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