Trans Porn and Trance Porn

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See what I did there? 27yo queer non binary trans man (he/him) sharing erotic hypnosis stories and images. Mostly M/M pairings. Some original stuff but mostly owned by the blogs I reblog. 18+ and NSFW. Enthusaistic consent is always required in real life.

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Francine Cheers Her Teammates On

"Care to join us, Frankie?" It wasn't an invitation, even though it might have sounded like one to anyone who walked in on Kimmy and Desiree making out in the hot tub with their tits rubbing together and their tongues dueling whenever they weren't actively speaking. It was a command, and it was a command directed straight at Francine's soaking pussy, and she knew her cunt was listening because she'd been staring dazed for almost a full two minutes at Kimmy's tits bobbing up and down in the warm water while her clit throbbed with sympathetic ecstasy. Just about everybody on the team knew by now that once things started getting hot and heavy between any two people, it wouldn't take long before Francine would feel the need to join in.

Which probably contributed to the free and easy atmosphere around the squad lately, something Francine couldn't help feeling obscurely proud of. Kimmy and Elle weren't even dating, Desiree was part of a polyamorous triad with Elle and Tanesha and Kimmy had a thing for that new woman Siobhan, but both of them wanted to use Francine like a chew toy and they knew they could get what they wanted simply by making out wet and sloppy in front of her. And they were clearly enjoying each other's bodies just as much as they were going to enjoy Francine's. Something that seemed inevitable, as Francine heard herself mumble, "That sounds… nice…." before sliding into the water with a heavy splash.

Both women gave a little giggle at that, clearly amused by Francine's susceptibility to suggestions, and Kimmy took Francine by the wrist and pulled her over to join her with a gently murmured, "Don't worry, Frankie, you know we always take care of our good girl." That was true too, something that helped Francine to relax into the threesome every bit as much as the hypnosis, and she let out a happy little sigh as Kimmy lowered the submissive student's head to rest in her cleavage and Francine's brain simply switched off. The lights dimmed to nothing behind her heavy-lidded eyes, leaving behind only rapt fascination and helpless pleasure, and she barely even registered Desiree untying the strings on her bikini to let it float down to the bottom of the tub.

"You're such a good little toy, Frankie, such a sweet little mascot for us," Desiree purred as she began to finger Francine's cunt, and even though a tiny part of her bristled at that description--she was one of the best scorers on the whole team, more than earning her scholarship even with the extra time she spent after every practice having sex in the showers--but of course condescension and degradation made her pussy wet the same way it always did and she mewled in ecstasy at the thought of being a free-use plaything for any woman who wanted her. Francine had some pretty fucked up fantasies, but the fantasy wasn't nearly as important as how you fulfilled it.

And Francine was getting hers taken care of in a pretty safe way at the moment. Her mouth latched around Kimmy's nipple, guided by the blonde's firm but gentle hands, and behind her Desiree began to thrust harder and faster and more urgently just to hear Francine's moans when she came. "That's our girl," Desiree cooed, and Francine clenched hard around the other woman's fingers as it sank home yet again just how right Desiree truly was.

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“Submission is pleasure,” the voice said. She moaned and bucked her hips in response, causing his tongue to slide over her clit.

She pulled back. Too much. Burning hot stimulation.

“Relax,” the voice said again. She did, allowing his tongue to glide where it chose to.

She fumbled, almost knocking the headphones off her head.

“Deep breath.”

She took one, right as he went for her clit again. When she felt it she pulled away, hazily. Too much. The only thing keeping her from stopping him was the delicious words of the audio she was listening to.

He stopped, smiling at her. She really never was good at dealing with overstimulation, but this was her best time yet. Forty minutes of eating her out. His tongue went in again and lavished her. She moaned. The audio continued.

"Good girl."

Now that caused her to buck once more, pressing his tongue deeper inside of her. She whined.

"Blank."

She relaxed into the bed, letting the rolling orgasm overtake her.

Cal Knows What Linda Needs

The knowing look in Cal's eye was bad enough. He stared Linda up and down with the appraising glare of a tiger on the prowl, his insouciant confidence enough to make something in the back of Linda's head cower in the unthinking deference of a prey animal, and she knew he knew exactly what was on her mind the second he saw her. She'd seen him gaze at her like that before, it was the reason she contrived to find ways never to be alone with her son's best friend, but he'd gotten so comfortable in their house that he stopped by without even checking to see whether Doug was home and he knew the back door was almost never locked. And now it was just the two of them and neither Linda's son nor her husband would be home for hours.

That was all enough to make Linda nervous. But her concerns crystallized into meek, simpering terror when Cal walked right up to her and growled, "Damn, Mrs. S, you smell just like pussy! Let me guess, you've been upstairs flicking the bean, right? The mister's just not getting it done for you and you need something a little extra to help scratch your itch." His hand snaked under her skirt with lightning speed, pushing it up so his fingers could press hard against her cunt, and Linda was forcibly reminded that Cal spent all his free time woodworking and had the strong, callused touch of a carpenter. He rubbed right over her clit and something inside her simply melted.

She managed to stammer out, "Y-you're half my age, please," but even that last word devolved into a grunting moan of pure ecstasy as she practically doubled over in rutting, desperate lust. Her eyelids fluttered, the pleasure almost hypnotic in its intensity, and whatever sense she might be feeling that she was taking advantage of a young college student quickly evaporated in the face of the stark reality of the situation. Cal was totally in control right now, he was playing her cunt like a fiddle, and if she wound up bent over the kitchen island with her panties pulled to the side and a thick cock jammed in her snatch it was because he wanted it to happen. And she wasn't going to be able to make herself say no.

"Oh come on, Mrs. S, you're not that old," Cal purred, plucking at the buttons of Linda's blouse with his free hand as he spoke. "You've still got great tits, you still get horny like a bitch in heat--I don't think we have to worry about numbers right now, do you?" His fingers were fully up inside her now, thrusting with a strength and a power that practically lifted her off her feet, and Linda's breath sounded like a steam whistle in her ears as she held onto his chest for stability with every pistoning motion. She felt like a horny teenager all of a sudden, like some blushing sorority girl at a frat party who couldn't keep her legs together, and already she knew this wasn't even going to be the only time she let the younger man fuck her. He was going to be able to claim her pussy whenever he wanted.

She didn't remember the details of what happened after that. She recalled whimpering in frustration when he took his fingers away, then sighing in satisfaction when he replaced them with his cock. But the specifics of when they wound up on the kitchen floor, his hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her doggy style, those were just a blur… but they were the kind of ecstatic blur that left Linda with no doubt that she'd wind up with his jizz dripping down her thigh again tomorrow.

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Tamara Tries Again

"Now you know the rules," Peter intoned, his hand slipping into Tamara's underwear as he fixed her with a piercing stare. "You have five minutes to stop yourself from cumming, beginning now. If you can resist orgasm, you can walk out of here a free woman and I'll make sure a million dollars is deposited into a bank account under your name. If you let the needy, horny bitch inside your mind win… again… you have to stay my slave for another night and we can try again tomorrow. Does all that make sense to you, Tammi? Or are you already starting to slip away into my eyes and the warm, soothing sound of my voice? Don't lie, I can tell this is making you wet."

It didn't actually make a lot of sense to Tamara, but not for the reasons Peter was insinuating; she couldn't remember how she'd gotten to this luxury penthouse apartment, or why she was wearing nothing more than a lacy peek-a-boo bra and frilly panties, or even if he had a million dollars to pay her for five minutes of resisting his touch. But some deep, unconscious conviction filled all the soft spaces in her mind and memory, easily convincing Tamara that everything he was telling her was true, and she murmured, "Yes sir, that… nnnnhhh… that makes sense to me, sir," in a high breathy voice that momentarily devolved into a grunt of ecstasy. She couldn't deny that he knew exactly how to touch her, that much was intimately clear.

He chuckled. "Well, I managed to get at least one coherent sentence out of you, that's more than most nights. You do remember those other nights, don't you, Tammi? I mean, I'm sure you're not so weak-willed and malleable that just having a finger in your pussy makes your brain all dumb and horny and ready to leak your thoughts into your panties. That would mean you're going to lose again, Tammi. That would mean you're not even going to make it five minutes before you collapse into a shuddering, shaking mess against me and I get to keep you for another night. You don't actually want that, do you, honey?" Tamara tried to answer, she truly did. But just then Peter's thumb pressed down hard right over her clit, and all that came out was a whimpering moan.

"Oh my god!" Peter exclaimed, acting theatrically shocked at the light of arousal filling Tamara's eyes. "You really do want that! You really do want to be my weak and stupid slut for another night. You want to degrade yourself for me, present your cunt like a needy bitch in heat and hump anything I tell you--you probably even want to be hypnotized again, don't you? You want to keep staring into my eyes and listening to the ache in your pussy until your mind fades into silence and the only thing that matters is my voice in your ears." Tamara wondered how long he'd been talking, whether they were getting close to that five minutes she remembered needing to hold out for, but she couldn't look away from his eyes. He'd probably set a timer or something. She'd know when she'd won.

But Peter's hypnosis distorted her sense of time, and five minutes felt like an hour, and she spent the whole time whimpering and trembling and lost in his eyes before the dam finally broke and she slumped forward into his arms with her whole body quaking in ecstasy. "There there, that's a good girl, we both know you can never win," he murmured, petting her back gently with his free hand, and it was with the most profound sense of relief that Tammi sank to her knees and gave up the pretense of thought for another obedient night.

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Liv Gets Caught Leaking

Liv tried to tell herself to get up, she really did. She kept reminding herself that Amber would be out of the shower at any minute, and the position Liv was currently in went beyond 'compromising' and straight into an admission of guilt. But her muscles still felt wrung out with exhaustion from repeated clenching, and her mind remained dopey and dazed with ecstasy and oxytocin, and all she could really do was lie there draped over the edge of the bed with her eyelids drooping and semen leaking slowly down her thigh. And sure enough, Amber walked in to find her roommate naked from the waist down on her mattress, and all Liv could do was mumble, "I, um… I can explain…."

But of course, she couldn't. There wasn't an explanation in the world that would suffice for her sudden, overwhelming compulsion to seduce Amber's boyfriend Joshua right there in Amber's bedroom with Amber still home, and Liv's whole body flushed with the heat of a furious blush that somehow managed to settle right between her thighs and make her pussy spasm with mortifyingly obvious lust. Joshua didn't say a word, sitting in Amber's computer chair and playing video games like his dick wasn't still wet with Liv's juices, and Liv instantly and immediately knew she was on her own in whatever efforts she made to apologize to her ominously silent roommate. "I, um, you see, I…."

Liv trailed into silence again, trying to reassemble the fragmented narrative of the last twenty minutes into some kind of coherence inside her mind so that she could come up with something--an explanation, a rationalization, even a plausible-sounding lie although that seemed impossible given that her cunt was fully exposed and Joshua's semen was still dripping out of it. She remembered coming into the bedroom to ask if the couple wanted anything from DoorDash while she was ordering, and she remembered seeing that Joshua was in the room by himself, and--and incongruously, she remembered Joshua's class ring, the one he wore even though high school was almost seven years ago for them now and the gaudy red stone set into it was such a distraction whenever Liv was trying to carry on a conversation with him. And then….

"I, um, I guess I just--" Liv broke off, fully aware that 'I guess I just saw the outline of your boyfriend's dick through his boxers and I dropped to my knees and began to lick and nuzzle it through the fabric until he sprung an erection and then I wriggled out of my skirt and panties and bent over on the bed with my legs spread and begged him to pump me full of jizz' wasn't going to cut it as an explanation. Liv felt like she could tell her story so much better if her mind didn't keep drifting back to that ring, which was stupid because she didn't even remember seeing it when she was sucking Joshua to full mast. It was just looming large in Liv's memory for some reason, sticking in her brain from all the other times they sat and talked while Amber was otherwise occupied, and it didn't matter here but it also felt incredibly important. And she didn't understand why.

It was frankly an incredible relief when Amber knelt down between Liv's thighs and began to lick the jizz out of Liv' s leaky cunt. It was as if her old friend was telling her everything was fine, non-verbally expressing her forgiveness with a gesture that spoke louder than words, and Liv allowed her mind to drift into memories of the sparkling red gemstone with a sigh of contented pleasure that soon melted into moans of ecstasy. She ground her pussy against Amber's tongue, her earlier satiation replaced by a new wave of red-hot lust, and Joshua must have felt the same way because he was soon fucking Amber so hard her face pressed repeatedly into Liv's still-messy labia. And everything was right with the world again.

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Pauline Cleans Up a Spill at the Counter

"Excuse me, hi, yes, um… do you have a moment?" Pauline turned to find exactly the kind of customer she was expecting, blonde and stylish and rich and white and entitled, but what she didn't expect was a shirt hooked under the woman's breasts to expose her pale chest and stiff pink nipples. "Yes, I'm sorry to make a fuss," the stranger said, now that she had Pauline's full attention," but I'm afraid I spilled some of my iced mocha vanilla frappucino down my cleavage, and I'm just absolutely nowhere near any napkins or tissues. Could I just ask you to lick it off for me? I'd really appreciate it."

She was already coming around behind the counter as she spoke, and Pauline could feel something inside her brain straining under the weight of so many competing and conflicting demands. Obviously none of their customers were supposed to be exposing their tits right out in the open like this, but Pauline knew the kind of clientele they got in this extremely fashionable and exclusive boutique and there was every chance that a woman who thought she could get away with her behavior actually could. And of course her job was always precarious when dealing with so many wealthy and powerful people, and there was nobody in the shop right now so she couldn't exactly use other customers as an excuse, and also… Pauline's cheeks went red as she found herself staring at the stranger's chest. She did have extremely pretty breasts.

She started to stammer something, unsure of whether she was making an excuse or an apology or even just a blurted exclamation of shock and surprise, but it was weak and incoherent and the customer easily steamrolled right over it. "It's just so my chest doesn't get all sticky, dear," she murmured, her voice smooth and sympathetic and yet somehow utterly uncompromising. "You understand, don't you?" The stranger reached out and gave Pauline's braided ponytail a little tug, and somehow that physical element to the compulsion was all it took for Pauline's mind to give way. She felt something break in the back of her brain, sending her down into glassy-eyed dissociation, and it suddenly seemed so much easier to just relax and do as she was told.

She leaned in and began to run her tongue along the curve of the customer's breasts, lapping gently at the soft, pale skin, and even though she didn't taste so much as a single trace of mocha vanilla that didn't seem to matter anymore. The only thing that mattered was the woman's voice coaxing her with, "There's a good girl," cooed over and over as the hand around Pauline's strawberry-blonde ponytail tightened its grip, and soon she was suckling on the stranger's stiff nipples with a kind of thoughtless ecstasy that was every bit as comforting as it was surprising. Pauline felt like she was watching in amazement from somewhere outside her own body, staring at the mesmerizing vista of her own degradation, and she couldn't help getting a little bit turned on.

The other woman either noticed or perhaps just expected that, and she began taking tiny steps back--not enough to convince Pauline to break off her attentions, but definitely enough to get her leaning forward to do her suckling. That meant she was bent at the waist… and that meant when the stranger began to inch up Pauline's skirt to expose her panties, she had easy access to reach past the sheer fabric and start fingering Pauline's slick and needy cunt.

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Lewis Uses Some Big Words

"So I think what's really important is that we acknowledge the very basic fact that there's been something of a paradigmatic shift in our interpersonal dynamic, here. The discovery of your susceptibility to hypnotic suggestions has altered the balance of social power in our relationship, and while I don't think our underlying emotions for each other have changed, I do think it's fair to throw out the suggestion that we're no longer really equals here. Does that sound right to you?" Alice tried to reply to Lewis, only to discover that her words came out as nothing more than muffled, incomprehensible grunts. So she simply nodded instead.

"Good, good, I'm glad you agree," Lewis said, his hazel eyes sparkling with charm and charisma. "Then I think once we've established that there is a new paradigm to our relationship, with a different balance of structural authority, then we can just take it as read that the exigencies of that new interpersonal dynamic demand a certain level of respect for that authority and for the intelligence behind it. For example, big words are too hard for you to think now so when I use them, you know I'm smarter than you are and I'm always right, isn't that so?" Alice nodded again, even more enthusiastically than before. Her whole head kept bobbing up and down in what she assumed to be agreement.

"There's a good girl," Lewis purred, reaching down to caress her temple. "And naturally, your subconscious absorbs all of the intellectual side of our conversation, but equally important it also understands that you're weak-willed and suggestible. It's honestly a core element of our new dynamic, an axiomatic truth I've demonstrated dozens of times now, and you've already internalized that particular aspect of your conditioning so completely and thoroughly that the very notion of resistance is somewhat foreign to you now. Your waking mind is dumb, and your deep self is weak, isn't that right?" Alice mumbled something, but her mouth was full and it was just easier to nod. The justification for Lewis's arguments flowed right past her, leaving nothing but an inchoate conviction that he had to be correct.

"That's good, I'm really glad we're negotiating all these complicated little details of the new and possibly quite complex relationship we're developing." Lewis sounded a little bit hoarse now, and Alice didn't know why but it made her want to nod her head up and down even faster. "So I think that the new version of Alice wants to cook and clean and suck and fuck, and anything else is just too much for her feeble little brain. And because it makes her so wet to be weak and stupid for me, she's just going to melt into pleasure any time she tries to fight her brainwashing, and that's going to make her even easier to control. Does that sound right, sweetie?"

Alice tried to talk one more time, but suddenly her mouth was filled with a hot, sticky liquid that splashed across her tongue and gushed down her throat and dribbled out past her lips and down Lewis's shaft despite her best efforts to drink it all down. She smiled, her chin messy with semen, and when she finally had the chance to speak the only thing she could think to say was, "Uh huh." But her pussy throbbed at the sound of her own giggly, stupefied voice, and that made her lean in to lick Lewis's balls in the hopes of getting him hard again.

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It was so smart of you to bind that imp to guide you through the dungeon.

So brilliant.

So clever.

She'd definitely never steer you wrong.

Or into all those intelligence debuff traps.

Oh but don't worry! You can trust her. She can't disobey you.

Just a shame you keep losing intelligence points.

Keep getting dumber.

Sillier.

Harder to focus on anything but her big, bouncy breasts.

Mmm. Not to worry, though. She'll show you the way.

Tell you what to do.

Like take off your clothes.

Bury your face in her breasts.

Be a good toy for her.

A good bimbo.

A cute, happy, dumb horny slave for mistress.

“Brainwashing? You think I’ve been brainwashing you?” Your partner asked, looking up at you as they set their cup of coffee down on the table. “Awh, that’s so silly.” They stood, and cupped your cheeks with their hands, softly. “No… I’ve not been brainwashing you.”

You blinked, trying to remember… you – this hadn’t always been like this – right? Your mind was crumbling. “You just like doing what I tell you. It feels nice, doesn’t it?” It… It did. Where had your righteous indignation gone? “It feels so wonderful to let me decide things for you.”

You couldn’t get their voice out of your head. You couldn’t resist the feeling of bliss that was flowing through you. “So of course you give in. Of course, you accept my choices. Like what clothes to wear. When to work out. What to eat.” That made sense. Of course you accepted.

Your resistance had crumbled. You didn’t remember why you had been resisting your hypnotist. That was so silly. “You just surrender and accept my words.” Your head felt so heavy. Like their hands were the only thing holding you up. “Like you’re doing right now.”

They smiled, and you felt your brain grow fuzzier. Hazier. “You’re not brainwashed, toy. No. You’re far beyond that. You’re owned. You’re all mine.” A small flicker of that resistance sparked again. But it wasn’t enough, you sank back down. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

After a few moments trying to think, you nodded. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Oh, I guess I told a lie, I had been brainwashing you. Back when you needed brainwashing. Now I don’t need to. You already do whatever I tell you. Because you’re such a good plaything, aren’t you?”

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Jessie Comes to Heel

Jessie felt the collar before she saw it. The cool metal pressed against the sensitive skin of her throat from behind, wrapping around her neck just loosely enough to keep her from feeling strangled, and it snapped shut with a click that implied a lock as well as a latch. Jessie didn't even have time to process the first stab of panic and confusion before a woman stepped in front of her holding a leash clipped to a ring on the front of the collar--Jessie thought she recognized her from the campus directory, Professor Parkinson or Parkington or something--and asked, "Do you know what this is, slut?"

And obviously there was so much Jessie wanted to say. She wanted to tell this weirdo in black leather and platform heels that raised her height a full nineteen inches over Jessie's head that just because she was a blonde in a crop top and short shorts it didn't make her a slut, and she wanted to tell her that she had no business doing some weird BDSM thing to students, and she wanted to pointedly remind the professor that this was a public place and she could get fired for treating a student the way she was treating Jessie. But somehow all those defiant thoughts seemed to drain away into meek, simpering submission as she stared up into the older woman's deep brown eyes, and she found herself unable to say anything more than, "Y-yes ma'am. It's a leash and collar, ma'am."

The professor smirked. "And if you're leashed and collared, you must be a pet, mustn't you?" It seemed like a patently absurd assertion on the face of it, one that should have made Jessie bristle in defiance and pull free from the other woman's grip, but… but there was a scattering of other students around the quad, and none of them looked at her like she was the one in the right here. They all watched with a dispassionate interest tinged with the slightest hint of arousal, like they were all just waiting for the moment when Professor Parks tugged on the leash and put this dumb bitch in her place, and it sapped the strength and energy from Jessie's resistance so swiftly and completely that she couldn't even speak. She just nodded deferentially, and something seemed to click into place inside her mind the same way the collar clicked shut around her throat.

The older woman said, "Pets don't wear clothes, sweetie," and whatever part of Jessie still remained free and clear inside her head was kind of amazed by how quickly she stripped out of her clothing. It was like the initial struggle to refuse her new role was the most important one, and now that she'd lost that battle she couldn't refuse all the logical corollaries that came along with being a leashed and collared animal instead of a human being. Her short shorts, her panties and her bra all came off, and when the professor noticed Jessie's dilemma in getting the crop top past the leash around her neck she simply yanked the shirt so hard it tore, allowing Jessie to slide it down past her waist instead. Within moments, she was totally naked.

Then the older woman tugged on the leash, driving Jessie down to the grass, and accompanied the physical command with a lovingly snarled, "Down, girl." Jessie got on all fours, her thoughts already fading into stupefied surrender as she accepted her place, and she crawled obediently away from the quad and her old life at the heels of her new owner. And the most embarrassing thing about it all was that everyone behind her could see how wet she was.

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Meredith Suggests a Relaxing Evening at Home

"So I, uh, I dunno what you have planned for this evening," Meredith murmured, giving Ben a sleepy-eyed smile before settling back onto the cushions of his wide, comfortable couch, "but I was thinking maybe we should just, um, y'know, stay in. I'm feeling a little too tired for dinner and a movie, y'know?" She wasn't so much surprised by the words as by the impulse behind them; Meredith remembered taking the stairs by twos to Ben's walk-up apartment, eager to meet the man all her friends insisted would make a perfect match, but now here she was slumped over on the sofa listening to the records on his vintage hi-fi and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep.

She managed to resist the urge, but only slightly; her eyes were so heavy-lidded she could barely see Ben sitting down on the couch next to her, and her voice sounded slurred and sleepy when she muttered, "Besides, it's really, um, cozy in here and… and stuff." She let out a little giggle, embarrassed by her own inability to hold onto a train of thought, and even though Ben looked anything but dissatisfied at having his plans for the night ruined Meredith still felt like she needed to reassure him. "I, um, I'm not drunk or anything. I just, I… sleepy. Had a long day, I guess." She'd fully slumped into a supine position, now, one that gave Ben a pretty good look up her skirt as it rode up her pale, pillowy thighs, but she couldn't really bring herself to care.

Her eyes closed in a long, lazy blink, leaving her alone with just the soft music in her ears for a little while, and when she opened them again Meredith was vaguely surprised to notice her fingers undoing the buttons on her blouse one by one. "Sorry, I guess I just, uhh, I wanted to get… comfortable?" Something in the back of Meredith's brain turned the glib rationalization into a question, as she struggled to figure out why she felt so comfortable already and why it seemed like such a natural decision to strip out of her clothing to increase her comfort levels. But the harder she tried to think, the harder thinking became, and Meredith let out a grunt of arousal when she realized that giving up felt so incredibly good it made her pussy leak.

Ben must have understood what was happening to her, because he helped her wriggle her way out of her skirt and panties without even a word. In fact, he hadn't spoken this entire time, just favored her with nods and caresses and warm, encouraging smiles that made it even easier to relax into pleasure and follow her impulses wherever they led. "This kind of date's more my speed," she mumbled, drowsiness swallowing the end of each word, as she spread her legs and began to rub her pussy. She knew she was giving her blind date a full show, something far lewder and ruder and more demonstratively lascivious than she ever intended, but somehow it felt right with the music setting the mood.

By the time she had her first climax, Meredith's eyes were stuck tight shut, and by the time Ben's fingers joined hers she wasn't really thinking at all anymore. She managed to stammer out a sleepy, "please," when he took over the job of rubbing her pussy, but that was about it for words for the evening. Although Meredith still made plenty of noise by the time Ben was done with her.

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Amanda Shows Bethany Off

"You don't know who's watching, do you?" Amanda asked, even as her fingers tangled into Bethany's mousy brown hair and pushed the blindfolded woman's face into Amanda's soaking cunt. "You can hear the footsteps, you can hear the sound of breathing, maybe you even hear those tiny little nervous giggles because they don't know how to react to watching a brainwashed, submissive rug-muncher eat pussy like it's her last meal. But you can't tell who knows the truth about you now, and be honest, babe. Isn't that making your messy little cunny so, so fucking wet right now?" She pulled Bethany's head away, making it clear that the question wasn't rhetorical.

Bethany's voice was high and soft and meek like a contrite schoolgirl's when she answered. "Yes, ma'am. It's, it's making my messy cunny so fucking wet." She sounded hypnotized, even though Amanda hadn't even bothered with an induction this time--just putting on the blindfold and taking a deep breath of Amanda's pussy scent was enough to drop the submissive young woman after so many months of conditioning, leaving Bethany little more than putty in her co-worker's hands. It was no wonder that she hadn't issued even a token protest when she heard someone walk in on them; she was so dazed with arousal that her fantasies and her desires blurred together, and whatever limits she thought she had proved to be little more than curtains of paper streamers when Amanda actually pushed them.

Which only made Amanda want to push them further. "I don't think it's enough to just tell them, sweetie," she growled seductively, her voice thick with anticipation and lust. "I think you need to show them, don't you?" As she was saying it, Amanda wondered if this was going to be one threshold too far even for a simpering slut like Bethany who craved degradation every bit as much as she craved hypnosis and submission; it was one thing to be caught indulging in her lesbian lusts, and quite another to be exposed to people she didn't even know. But the second the command was uttered, Bethany hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties to crouch there, face-first in her owner's cunt, squatting in front of the diner counter with her ass out and her pussy dripping down her thighs.

"They're going to check now," Amanda intoned, giving a small nod to Kristin who hesitantly stepped over and gave Bethany's cunt a tentative poke. "They're going to inspect your cunny for me, and you don't even know who they are but their fingers are going to smell like you all night long and wouldn't it be hot if I just made you go around sniffing my friends' hands so you can find out which one of them fucked you in the diner after closing time? Because you can't take off that blindfold, silly. It's loose, it's barely even tied in the back, but you can't remove it because that would be disobedience and weak little sluts like you can't disobey."

She pulled Bethany's head away, and there was a keening whimper of arousal in the young woman's voice as she responded, "Yes, Mistress. Weak little s-sluts like me can't… can't disobey." Her breathy pauses no doubt had a lot to do with Kristin's fingers, which were now sliding in and out in a seductive rhythm as Amanda's friend began to discover her confidence, and Amanda felt her own clit swelling in a massive throb of lust as she realized this was going to be the kind of moment Bethany relived in her head every time she masturbated from now on. It was the culmination of all her dirty fantasies… and with the diner closed for the night, the kinky things they were doing now were only the beginning.

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Rhonda Gets Unleashed (But Still Leashed)

A man came into the room that Rhonda only vaguely recognized, one of a very few of Jim's co-workers that didn't outright leer at her whenever he brought her along to the company parties. She didn't remember his name, but she remembered that he was new, and it was an obvious sign of just how well he was getting along with Rhonda's husband that he was naked with a jutting erection and a sinfully crooked smile on his face. "So, Puppy," he said, unhooking Rhonda's leash from the peg on the wall and giving it a little tug, "I hear you like to be useful. Do you want to show me all the ways you can be useful to me, hmm?"

Rhonda let out a tiny grunt of arousal as her eyes briefly unfocused; Jim must have told this man plenty, because he was saying all the right things to rub hard on the clit in Rhonda's mind and make her wet and needy and eager to please. She didn't even need the leash to draw her closer to the man's urgent, leaky erection--just the act of removing it from the hook acted as a hypnotic trigger to turn Rhonda into her dumb, happy puppy-self and Puppy always knew what to do with a bone. She knelt in front of him, her lips engulfing his whole shaft all the way down to the base without bothering to wait for an instruction, and his gasp of pleasure was enough to make Rhonda drip onto the carpet.

He tightened his grip on the leash, not to hold Rhonda in place but simply to remind her of the dynamic between them, and his hips began to rock back and forth as he plowed her mouth with his hard cock. "That's a good Puppy, that's a good dumb horny Puppy for Master," he purred, and Rhonda's cunt got so wet she could actually feel it leaking down her thighs; they were all Master to her, every man that Jim brought home and gave permission to hold the leash, and the delicious degradation of being a free-use cocksleeve for anyone and everyone who asked did even more than the hypnosis to train Rhonda into obedience. She'd suck cock like this for hours if they let her.

But Jim's new friend couldn't last hours, and in fact the sheer ecstatic shock of finding out that his co-worker's wife didn't even have a gag reflex anymore meant he only lasted a handful of minutes, and soon the leash was back on the peg and the man was asking with slightly sheepish hesitation if she was doing okay and if she got what she wanted. Rhonda nodded eagerly to both, her eyes darting back and forth between the leash and the stranger's drooping cock--Puppy had a habit of lingering when she still had the collar on after giving oral, and she found that she really wanted to pant and smile and let her tongue loll out in blissful anticipation more than speak.

Thankfully, the man got the hint, and he took the leash back off the peg and sat down on the edge of the bed so that Rhonda could lavish attention on his heavy balls and bring him back to full mast. "You sure do have a way of convincing a guy, don't you, Puppy?" he asked, a playful smirk on his face, and Rhonda couldn't help it--she let out a little yip of agreement as her dumb doggy-brain took over. She didn't always go that deep, but something about giving this young man his first time made her really want to drop… and she could already tell that she wasn't going to let him leave until his balls were completely and totally drained.

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Maya Thinks of a Loophole

"Um, s-sir?" Maya's whole body trembled along with her voice as she stepped over to Bennett's easy chair, making sure to stand off to the side so she didn't block his view of the TV screen. She kept her gaze firmly locked on her feet, trying as hard as she could to project an air of deference and submission and acceptance of his authority--that would be absolutely crucial if she wanted to entertain even the slightest hope of having her request granted, and she was so out-of-her-mind stupid with lust that she didn't know what she'd do if Bennett said no. She wasn't even allowed to hump the furniture until tomorrow.

Bennett didn't answer her, but Maya saw his attention drift ever so slightly in her direction and she knew she was being given permission to speak. "It's just that, um, s-sir, I've been doing the hypnosis training you set for me, and, and uhm, it's been making me really horny. Like, um, really really horny, sir, like I can't…." Maya proved herself right by stumbling over her own words, so lost in a reverie of submissive lust that she couldn't even figure out how to describe it without just breaking down and grinding her cunt against the nearest handy object. "H-here, would you like to feel?" she asked, taking Bennett's hand by the wrist and pulling up her skirt. "It's, oh god it's so fucking wet, sir."

Her Master's lips curled in the faintest suggestion of a smile, and he said, "It's supposed to be wet. Hypnosis makes you horny, slut, and being brainwashed turns you on even more. Your desperation leads you deeper into my control, and my control makes you more and more desperate. I think you're doing exactly what a good girl should do, don't you?" It was a discouragement… but it wasn't a refusal, and he did let Maya tug his hand a little closer until his palm was resting against her pussy lips and he could feel the slick, feverish heat of her needy cunt. That made Maya wonder if she wasn't following a suggestion this whole time, but contemplating the depths of her brainwashing only made her need more urgent and she pushed ahead.

"Y-yes, sir, of course sir," she whimpered, now fully in the grip of her arousal. "But I, um, I was just um, I wasn't, like, thinking thinking but I was kind of thinking that my programming always sinks in so much better when I edge. And, like, I know today's a no-touch day, and I'm a very good girl and I haven't touched myself at all, but… but it's not against the rules for you to touch me. And I, um, I thought maybe you could just leave your hand there so I could rub myself on it? Sir? I promise you won't need to do a thing, I'll take care of everything, I just… ffffuck, I need to, god, need to fucking grind on something, please sir, please let me hump your fingers like a bitch in heat, please sir please…."

That was when Maya knew she was following a suggestion, because the more she begged the better it felt and the less she could stop her hips from making tiny little motions against the fingers pressing on her cunt. But nothing about her submission ever felt worse because it was the result of insidious hypnotic programming, and she let out a squeal of delight when Bennett said, "Okay, sweetie. But no cumming." Maya nodded vigorously, her eyes going blank and glassy as she summoned the memories of her training to mind… and if she noticed her Master giving her a few extra rubs, it was only so she could remember it later when it came time to show her gratitude.

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Lexi Learns Her Lesson

"Now sweetie, we've talked about this." Jenna grabs Lexi's hands as she speaks, and despite herself all Lexi can really do is wriggle petulantly in her friend's grip in a parody of defiance. "When your cunt starts calling you, then it's time for you to answer, and you can't answer if your hands aren't down by your pretty pussy just waiting to rub, now can you?" She brings Lexi's hands forward between her spread thighs, pressing them right up against the sheer fabric of her lacy panties, and already Lexi can feel whatever resistance she'd managed to summon up melting into a sticky pink mush that gums up her thoughts and makes her want to play with herself. She knows it's only a matter of time before she's giggling and nodding and soaking up every last one of Jenna's suggestions.

Already, though, Lexi finds herself wondering why that would be a bad thing. It feels good to rub her pussy through her panties, just like it feels good to dress up in frilly lingerie every time Jenna calls to tell her she's coming over, and Lexi knows there's so much more pleasure waiting for her once she lets go of all those foolish notions of resistance and just jills herself blank and stupid for her old friend. "There's a good girl, nice and blank now, listening to your cunt and letting it tell you exactly who to be for me." The answer was always 'empty and dumb', which may have been why Lexi tried to fight the impulse to play with herself, but she's already past the event horizon now and sailing on into mesmerized ecstasy and she can no longer understand her old self's desires. The only thing she wants is to stop thinking and cum, and she knows that's going to happen very soon.

Jenna's right there to remind her, too, murmuring softly in Lexi's ears with soft breath that tickles the sensitive skin of Lexi's neck and makes her shiver with delight. "Such a silly girl," she purrs, letting go of Lexi's hands once she knows she no longer needs to hold them in place and casting a signal to the TV on the wall. "Silly girls forget their training sometimes because they're so dumb, but they just need a little reminder, don't they? They just need to be taught that pleasure always wins, that it always feels so much better to submit, and that her cunt is always smarter and stronger and more dominant than they are. You're doing so well now that you remember, aren't you?" Lexi did remember, or at least she thought she did, but once her eyes lock onto Jenna's spiral she finds out there was always so much more to it than mere hypnosis.

Because it's true, her cunt really does have a mind of its own, and even though Lexi knows she's being mesmerized by the spiral she always forgets that her pussy is a willing conspirator in Lexi's subjugation and its will is so much stronger than hers. Within minutes she has her panties pulled to the side, three fingers sunk into her messy folds all the way to the knuckle, and she's grunting and shuddering as her unblinking eyes stare helplessly into the heart of the spiral and her mind goes utterly numb. She knows Jenna is programming her, reinforcing her old conditioning and adding new touches that Lexi is in no shape to resist, but the details melt into pleasure and soon she's oblivious to anything but the soft squishing noises that accompany every orgasmic thrust.

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There's something about that new maid that's a bit... suspicious.

Like how you don't remember hiring her.

How you keep meaning to as about that until you look into her eyes.

Pretty eyes...

And how she always asks for a kiss as a reward for a job well done.

Which you always give. Obedience needs to be rewarded.

Always.

Which is why you kiss her cheek.

Kiss her breasts.

Kiss down.

Down.

Down her stomach.

Between her thighs.

Kiss her as she pets your head.

Lick her as she tells you what a good master you're being.

A good, obedient master.

As her foot pushes between your legs.

Rewards you with a stocking-clad toes rubbing you.

Stroking you.

Obedience is rewarded.

Good masters obey pretty maids.

Obey.

Obey...

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