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Waking up felt more difficult than ever after a whole day of hiking, and Mimi emerged from sleep so reluctantly and gradually that it took her a full minute to realize she couldn't move. It took another confused, dreamy minute to figure out that there were ropes binding her body at practically every single joint, and although that was enough to make her mumble a befuddled, vaguely questioning grunt her brain was still too muddled by slumber to make words happen properly. Which meant the first speech of the morning came from Gloria, saying, "Wow, you really are a sucker for hypnosis, aren't you?"
That brought another, even more confused grunt in response, which then brought a sense of warm pressure resting on Mimi's thighs as she felt Gloria clambering onto the bed to straddle her. "Last night, silly," the redhead chuckled, her fingers sneaking in to play with Gloria's surprisingly wet pussy. "We got back to the hotel and you were sore and exhausted, and I offered to give you a massage, and when I started talking you through it you got so relaxed and dopey you didn't even hesitate before rolling over onto your back when I told you to. And when I started playing with your tits, well, you were just gone, gone, gone. You're still kind of gone, aren't you, honey?" Mimi mumbled something nonverbal in agreement before she even realized it, but that was enough to shake her from her stupor at least a little as she recognized what was happening to her.
But only a little. That was the astounding part, the dawning awareness that even though her friend's friend had hypnotized her and tied her up and was currently sinking two fingers into her cunt up to the knuckle Mimi still couldn't muster up the will to lever herself out of this drowsy trance she'd slipped into. The rest of the night after she lay down on the bed for the massage was little more than a blur, she had no idea whether they'd joined Paul and Donna for dinner the way they planned or if they just left the couple to their own devices, and apparently she hadn't even woken up when Gloria got out several lengths of rope and bound her body into squirming helplessness. And even now, finding out what had happened, she wasn't waking in more than a notional sense of the word.
"Don't worry," Gloria cooed, smoothing away that vague, disjointed sense of concern Mimi felt before it could coalesce. "I'll take care of everything, pretty girl. I'll tell Paul and Donna you need a day to recover--they won't mind, they've only got eyes for each other anyway--and then you and I can spend the whole morning in bed together with your cunt getting what it needs and your mind getting weaker and weaker and weaker for me. Doesn't that sound extra nice, baby doll?" Mimi couldn't even lever her eyes open to glance back at Gloria, let alone resist the soothing tone in the other woman's voice, and she once again found herself simply grunting in agreement because making word sounds felt too much like work. It loosely occurred to her that if she hadn't been too cheap to spring for her own room, none of this would be happening, but even that thought slipped away after only a few moments.
Gloria must have liked what she heard, because she laughed in pure delight and fingered Mimi even more vigorously. "Oh, we're going to be best friends by the time this trip is over," she purred, her voice thick with triumph. "Real gal pals." Mimi's befuddled mind wrapped around the notion as though it was the only solid truth in the whole world, and she knew how completely she'd succumbed when even her climax elicited little more than a sleepy sigh of pure, mindless ecstasy for her Mistress.
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Bekka finally found Chloe out in the pool house, lying naked on one of the lounge chairs with a ring gag in and rope securely tying her wrists, arms, legs, ankles and chest into a spread-eagled position. "Awww, did someone listen to Wanda for a bit too long, hmm?" she asked in tones of mock sympathy, caressing Chloe's bound and jutting breasts with a single finger and watching with barely-concealed delight as her wife squirmed in desperate arousal. "You know what happens when you do that, sweetie. You get all dumb and sleepy and the next thing you know, you're all wet and needy and presented to the other guests as a party favor."
She trailed her finger down Chloe's belly, savoring the indistinct pleas escaping from behind the ring gag as she lightly, teasingly caressed Chloe's pretty pink pussy lips and the downy thatch of blonde pubic hair. "Has anyone noticed you like this, baby girl, hmm? Has someone already spent a little time playing with that needy cunny of yours and getting it all slick and drippy for me?" Her voice practically oozed with cheerful condescension, the loving degradation leaking out of every last syllable, and speaking of leaking there was a little wet spot on the plastic chair just underneath her wife's cunt that told Bekka exactly how much the other woman was enjoying this. Chloe came to every single one of Wanda's parties swearing that this time she wouldn't get hypnotized and turned into a toy for the other guests, and every single time they both knew she was lying.
"Oh, you're going to be so horny by the time we let you go," she cooed, resting her finger lightly in the cleft between Chloe's gently parted labia and sliding it up and down until the keening whimpers became a perpetual whine. "You know Wanda's parties always go late, you could wind up bound like this for hours, and of course once people start coming out here to use the jacuzzi you're going to be the very center of attention. That makes you so fucking wet, doesn't it, honey? Thinking about all those hands on you, groping and squeezing and feeding your empty little brain so much pleasure that you slip right back down into trance again." Chloe bucked and thrashed as best she could, hoping to get that tiny extra bit of sensation, but Bekka knew her wife too well and she wouldn't give her what she wanted.
But she was giving her what she needed, and what Chloe needed right now was to be teased and degraded and lovingly played with until she couldn't think of herself as anything other than a horny toy with an achingly wet and empty cunt. "Maybe if you're good, I'll give you a cummie later," she promised, although they both knew it was a blatant lie. "Maybe if I see you with a cock plowing that open mouth and I hear lots of nice wet sucking sounds, I'll reach down between those pretty thighs and I'll rub really hard until you can't take it anymore and you just have to cum. Would you like that, sweetie? Would you like your face fucked by some of Wanda's friends while I finger your pussy?" There was only one answer in Chloe's head by now and they both knew it, but it was still intensely gratifying to hear her wife plead to have her holes used while Bekka made her cunt dripping goddamn wet.
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"Sorry, what were you saying? You kind of trailed off mid-sentence." Acacia delivered the words with a sadistic gleam in her eyes that belied her innocent expression, beginning to sway again almost before she'd finished speaking so that her pale, voluptuous breasts began to shake and jiggle in her low-cut teddy. "I'm pretty sure it was something about 'just us girls', right? You were saying you didn't mind if I wore something revealing because it was just us girls." Vicki was pretty sure that wasn't what she said at all, but she couldn't prove it because she couldn't remember and she couldn't remember because those big bouncing tits kept distracting her.
So she stammered out something barely even verbal, a kind of word salad that started with, "Well, I, uh, of course I mean, um, you, your body and, uh, it's, I mean, like…." But she soon lapsed back into distracted vacancy, her hazel eyes following the motion of Acacia's swaying tits until her breathing slowed and her blink rate dropped to practically zero. It wasn't fair, she tried to complain in the privacy of her head, during those moments when her fuzzy and faded thoughts cohered enough to understand the reality of the situation. Goth chicks were supposed to be slender and flat-chested and consumptive, not zaftig supermodels that hit each and every last one of Vicki's bi-curious buttons like a bratty kid on an elevator. It was practically cheating.
But the sluggish awareness of her own defenselessness didn't stop Vicki from staring slack-jawed down Acacia's cleavage as the other woman smoothly cut into the pathetic pretense of a train of thought with, "Of course, I understand. It is my body, and it's perfectly natural to be aroused by it. It's very natural to find other women attractive, and it's just as natural to find that arousal simply quieting down all your other thoughts until all you want to do is obey. That is what you've been trying to tell me, right, Vicki? That you want to stop thinking and obey?" It wasn't… or at least Vicki thought it wasn't, or at least she thought it wasn't to the degree that she could think at all, but because that wasn't much she just watched the swaying tits a while longer and waited for something clever to occur to her.
There was only one word stuck in Vicki's empty mind, though, and she sleepily wiped away a trickle of drool from the corner of her mouth and muttered, "obey," through slack lips in a dazed and drowsy monotone. She noticed a languid throb of pleasure between her thighs, the kind of sensation that would normally drive her to masturbate, but moving felt too much like work right now so instead she just sat there with her arms limp at her sides and her eyes glassy with mesmerized fascination. Another word finally occurred to her, and she added, "tits," without quite knowing why.
It definitely seemed to please Acacia, and she chuckled and said, "That's right! Good girl! You want to obey my tits." She took Vicki by the wrist and pulled her closer, close enough to make Vicki topple over and sag into the soft cushions of Acacia's heavy breasts, and that was when Vicki's enfeebled consciousness simply gave up the ghost and her eyes slipped shut. She knew she'd been hypnotized, and she knew she was falling ever deeper into trance with every breath and sinking further into obedience to Acacia's will… but it all seemed worth it to rest her head on those wonderful, perfect tits.
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Kathleen started the metronome. And Zoe remembered.
She remembered that she'd heard that sound before, the constant tick and tock of a pendulum swinging back and forth in its housing in a relentless rhythm that stopped her thoughts every time she heard it. She remembered that every time she lost a thought to the metronome, it became that much harder to form another one, until she was sitting on her study partner's bed staring blank and empty at the shining metal that just kept swaying from side to side, capturing her gaze and making her eyelids simply too heavy to stay open. She remembered all these things and more.
She finally recalled why she kept coming back over to Kathleen's dorm to hang out, even two whole semesters after they'd stopped taking classes together and the whole notion of needing to help each other cram for tests was long abandoned. She understood why she dressed in tight, clinging turtleneck sweaters with no bra on underneath, and why she wore a thigh-high tartan dress that made her look like a slutty schoolgirl from an old music video and why the idea of putting panties on underneath it always seemed to slip her mind. The metronome revealed all these little secrets to Zoe's dazed and drowsy mind, even as it wiped away every last effort to think about what she was rediscovering as soon as it formed.
And inevitably, these revealed memories led her to the most important discovery of all… Zoe really wanted to pull up her shirt and let her big, heavy tits flop out so that Kathleen could play with them. It wasn't actually her intention to want that, it was an impulse Kathleen implanted in her vulnerable brain during one of the many times the metronome wiped her will away and left her deliciously susceptible to suggestions, but every time Zoe tried to remind herself of that important fact the tick and the tock stopped that thought before it could finish. And ultimately before it could even begin. Zoe's willpower had limits, while the metronome could keep going forever.
And once her top was pulled up, and her lush, voluptuous breasts were fully exposed to Kathleen's gaze and her groping touch, Zoe found there wasn't much of a reason to try to think at all anymore. What was happening to her tits felt good, and it made her pussy wet and leaky and ready to be used, and she was feeling so dopey and blissed-out that her tongue lolled out of her head and her eyes crossed in an expression of vacuous ahegao ecstasy. After that it just seemed silly to fight her programming, and Zoe's efforts at thought soon coasted to a complete stop.
Zoe never really knew how long she spent in trance like that. Time didn't matter when she was eating pussy, or when she was getting her cunt stuffed by a big thick strap-on, or when she was reciting her latest conditioning while she masturbated herself stupid for a webcam she was too dumb to even realize was there. But she knew when the metronome went still that it was time to start thinking again… and more importantly, she knew what it was time to forget until her next session with her study partner Kathleen.
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"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to thrust?" Derek smiled down at Annalise, his cock buried balls deep and twitching inside her clenching, needy cunt. "Because yeah, I should probably have mentioned. Thrusting costs extra. All you got was exactly what you asked for… now what was that again? Oh yes. 'Please, pleeeease bury your cock in my tight pussy, Master? Please?'" He pitched his voice high and reedy in a mocking parody of Annalise's desperate, wheedling tones, and as embarrassed as she was to hear herself so accurately depicted Annalise couldn't help getting even slicker around the shaft throbbing inside her.
She knew she should have said something smart and bratty in response, but all the brat had already leaked out of her after that long, slow, achingly sexual slide of hard cock into wet pussy and she couldn't get the light of worship out of her eyes when she looked up at him. So she simply asked, "How much… Master?" knowing that whatever price he named, Annalise was going to pay it--the alternative was to lie here, desperately trying to trick her body into grinding against his prick, hoping against hope that it would somehow be enough to get her off even though she absolutely knew it wouldn't. And that felt like torture to her enfeebled brain.
Derek gave her a little chuckle and a tiny wiggle of his hips, just enough to let her know that his cock was still all the way inside her. "I was thinking maybe another hour," he offered, his tones filled with magnanimous generosity in victory. It sounded suspiciously cheap to Annalise, even in her current befuddled state, and she was already expecting some kind of trick even before he added, "Per thrust." The implications immediately made her cunt spasm in desperate arousal, despite her fuzzy brain's insistence that she was absolutely going to regret it later on if she gave him that much resistance-free time programming her deeply hypnotized mind.
"Of course, you should probably figure out in advance how many thrusts it's going to take to get you off," Derek said cheerfully, his hazel eyes sparkling with sadistic amusement as he gazed down at Annalise's stupefied face. "Because I mean, if I have to stop because you used all the fucking you paid for, and we need to negotiate more, you're probably going to lose a lot of the momentum that's getting you close to orgasm. You'll wind up paying a lot more than if you just give in now and named a nice big number for me." Annalise felt like just the scenario alone was enough to tip her over the edge into climax, but that wasn't the reason she hesitated. She paused because in that instant, she was so horny and needy and utterly desperate that she couldn't even think of a number higher than ten, and she knew that wasn't going to be enough.
And oh god. If she was too dumb to remember double-digit numbers now, Annalise could only imagine how brainless she was going to wind up with ten more hours of brainwashing packed into her vulnerable mind. No, more than that even, because she'd had to give up five hours just to get him to fuck her, and she, um, she--she--ummmm…. "Three days?" she finally hazarded, not really knowing how many hours that was but hoping it would at least be enough to get her off, and she whimpered in ecstasy when he smirked down at her and began counting off one slow, languid thrust after another.
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Don’t forget to train your wife to be just as desperate to have her holes filled as you. You both should be conditioning each other to be a leaking set of holes to be used and abused.
"You know what you need to do, sweetie," Dale intoned, and the implied command was so compelling after three months of training that Heather almost rolled over and wrapped her lips around his jutting cock without even thinking about it. She managed to stop herself at the last moment, lying there just inches away from the tip of his prick with her mouth open and a dazed, glassy cast to her dull blue eyes, but that was about as much willpower as she had left at the moment. Heather's cunt was throbbing, her nipples had gathered into tight, tingling buds, and all she could really think about was that if she gave in and sucked then Dale would start playing with her pussy. And that was the only way she could cum now.
She knew because she'd tried. She knew because she was trying practically all the time now, sneaking off whenever she could to lie back on one of the massage tables with her suntanned body completely bared and desperately fingering herself in the hopes of breaking through Dale's increasingly powerful control over her orgasms. But it was never any good--no matter how frantically her finger danced across her clit, no matter how hard she pinched her stiff pink nipples, she couldn't get over the hump and reach climax, and deep down Heather suspected she was only ever trying because failure got her so worked up and needy that her boss had an easier time exerting his power over her. It had been weeks since Heather did any real work at the spa, and she probably would have been fired if the owner wasn't the one brainwashing her into compliance as his obedient suckpuppet.
But she was… she was fighting him, wasn't she? It was a little hard to believe when she was just lying there on one of the tables staring vacantly at Dale's cock while time distended and warped like fresh taffy, but she hadn't extended her tongue to lap away the tiny bead of precum at the tip of his prick and that had to count for something. As muddled and confused as her mind was becoming, as much as she couldn't stop her fingers from teasing away inside her soaking pussy, as dumb as she no doubt looked with her mouth open and drool trickling out in a steady stream, Heather's willpower was still holding out. Sort of. Kind of. For the moment. That had to count for something.
Heather could already feel the first cracks in the dam of her resistance, though, the very realization that she wasn't using her tongue to flick away drop after drop of salty precum leading her to visualize that same act. And once she thought about how Dale tasted, and the aroma of his body when she had his shaft all the way down her throat and her nose was pressed right up against him, her dazed and drowsy mind immediately associated it with the pleasure of orgasm she always felt when his hand replaced hers and she came like fireworks around his thrusting fingers. Heather knew she was being conditioned to think of sucking cock and cumming as one and the same, and that frightened her but at the same time it made her so, so fucking wet. She wasn't going to be able to resist it for long once the notion crept into her head.
And sure enough, in less than a minute her lips were sealed around Dale's prick and she was bobbing up and down on him with the vigorous enthusiasm of a truly needy toy. He reached down and put his hand between her legs the second she started to suck, rewarding her for her obedience, and Heather sighed as the ecstasy began to flood her sleepy brain… but already she wondered how many more climaxes she was going to get before Dale decided that intermittent rewards were the best way to keep her in line.
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"Um… Leesa?" It was hopelessly inadequate as a response to the situation, barely even qualifying as a sentence, but at the same time Julie had no idea how to tactfully articulate the undisguisable fact that her roommate had just walked out of her bedroom entirely naked save for a pair of thigh-high stockings and a strap-on harness fitted with a ten-inch dildo. The fake cock bobbed and twitched with every one of Leesa's steps, its other end rocking gently up and down between Leesa's plump pink labia, and on the whole the entire ensemble presented an absolutely captivating vista to Julie's unbelieving eyes… even though she knew she was staring for all the wrong reasons.
Leesa walked right up to Julie, the sheer confidence in her stride riveting the flabbergasted blonde to the spot, and chuckled. "I saw that look in your eye," she growled, her voice thick and husky with lust. "You were getting ready to go out to some bar to get the itch in that pretty pussy of yours satisfied, and you were just about to come home with some guy who looked sexy and promised to treat you right only to have yet another disappointing evening you would have told me about tomorrow with a sad, regretful expression on your hangdog face. I think I'm just tired of seeing you make the same mistake again, Jules." She reached out and tugged Julie's red strapless cocktail dress straight down, pulling it off in a single smooth motion.
Julie let out a tiny eep of shock--she didn't know whether she was more embarrassed by her roommate's entirely accurate read, the sudden exposure of her entire body, or the mortifying visual admission that she was about to go out without any bra or panties on in the hopes of getting laid that much quicker, but they all combined to leave her too stunned even to think about whether she actually wanted what Leesa was offering. She simply retreated into passive, helpless dissociation… which meant that when Leesa pushed her back onto the couch and purred, "Boys are boring, honey. And they only last about twenty minutes at best. I'm going to fuck you until you can't even see straight."
Julie spotted the double meaning to Leesa's words, but she couldn't really muster up anything more than a grunt of amazement in response as the brunette took Julie's ankles and raised her legs up until her feet were on either side of her head. With her thighs spread that wide, it was child's play for the thick, solid shaft to sink home, and whatever tiny whispers of an objection Julie had to her first time getting fucked by another woman simply evaporated into pleasure under the force of Leesa's thrusts. "That's it, babe, you love it when I fuck your brains out, don't you?" Leesa snarled, and it was only when Julie struggled and failed to find a reply that she realized it was literally true.
She lost track of her orgasms quickly, both because they rapidly multiplied and because her ability to count simply deserted her under the force of Leesa's vigorous fucking. All she really knew was that by the time it was over she was well and truly sated for what felt like the first time in her adult life… and that when Leesa tugged her down to her knees and made her lick the strap-on clean, she discovered a submissive side that simply collapsed into obedience without so much as a whimper of struggle. She didn't stop when she got to the base of the toy, and she soon discovered that Leesa's pussy juice tasted even better than hers.
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CW: brainwashing, corruption, mind erasure, femsub,
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Jennifer stared at the message on her phone, her eyes unmoving as they followed the simple line of text.
"Good girls don't think."
The words glowed softly against the dark screen, bright and impossibly clear. Jennifer's gaze traced each letter with slow, mechanical precision, as if reading them required every ounce of attention she had left.
Her mouth hung open.
A thin line of drool slipped from the corner of her lips and ran slowly down her chin, unnoticed.
She blinked.
For a brief moment awareness returned, like a faint light breaking through heavy fog. Jennifer's brow twitched slightly as confusion stirred inside her mind. Why was she standing here? What had she been doing?
Her eyes dropped to the phone again.
"Good girls don't think."
The sentence seemed strangely important. Urgent, even. Her pupils widened as she read it again, every word sinking deeper into her thoughts.
Then her mind stuttered.
The fragile spark of awareness flickered and went out. Her breathing slowed, shoulders relaxing as the tension left her body. The message filled the empty space where her thoughts had been.
Jennifer swayed slightly on her feet.
Her eyelids fluttered.
Consciousness pushed weakly to the surface once more, confusion returning like a distant echo. Jennifer’s fingers twitched around the phone as she tried to remember why she was staring at the screen.
Her gaze fell to the message.
"Good girls don't think."
Again she read it.
Again the words slipped into her mind like a key fitting perfectly into a lock. The moment she finished the sentence, the fragile thought forming behind her eyes collapsed.
Her expression went slack.
Drool freely fell into her cleavage.
Jennifer swayed.
"Good girls don't think," her soft, breathless voice said.
The words seemed to echo in her ears as she spoke.
Her phone buzzed. A new message appeared.
"Good girls obey."
Jennifer stared, mouth open.
"Good girls obey."
The second phrase tumbled over the first, filling her empty skull.
The message on the phone seemed to vibrate in her vision, almost alive with energy and meaning.
She read it again. And again.
Jennifer's breathing slowed.
A strange, floating feeling spread throughout her body, like the whole room was lifting and spinning in slow, dreamlike circles.
The words grew brighter and brighter as she read, the glowing letters seared across her mind, until the rest of the world had faded to insignificance.
"Good girls obey," she repeated.
A warm, tingling sensation pooled between her thighs.
Her fingers squeezed tightly around the phone as a sudden, shuddering wave of pleasure rolled up her body. Jennifer whimpered softly as a gushing rush of liquid dripped from her cunt.
"Good girls don't cum."
Jennifer froze. Her hips jerked and twisted, desperate to grind herself against the growing heat pulsing inside her body, but the message seemed to reach into the deepest parts of her brain. It stopped the movement before she even realized what her hips had been trying to do.
The woman's eyes widened as the message repeated itself, each repetition growing more urgent and compelling.
Jennifer felt something like a switch flip inside her brain.
Her body went still.
Her eyelids fluttered.
She couldn't cum.
Her mouth opened wider.
"Good girls don't cum."
Her fingers shook as the orgasm she desperately craved was cut off. Her entire body felt hypersensitive, but she couldn't cum. The very thought of climax was impossible.
And that meant she obeyed. She was a good girl. Which in turn made her feel more pleasure. Bliss and ecstasy that made any thought impossible. The pleasure made it impossible to disobey. The obedience made release impossible.
She felt herself melt deeper into submission.
The next message came through.
"You don't want to cum."
Jennifer whimpered softly. The message repeated itself in her head. The truth sank in, and the arousal became almost too much to handle.
The desire for release was gone.
Her need to obey replaced it.
Her mind felt empty.
Her self dissolved in heat.
She didn't hear the door opening. As hands posed her like a doll. As clothes fell to the floor.
Jennifer was a good girl, a horny good girl.
Her pussy was soaking wet and dripping.
Her hips twitched and gyrated.
Her mind melted as she obeyed without recognition.
Magicspell Checker
cw: Hypnosis, Teacher, Corruption, Bimbofication, Femdom, evil AI
Thanks to @spiralgirlblu for the writing advice and @pinkofatom's stories for getting my horny enough to write my own smut! It's my first piece so I'm kind of nervous! Enjoy!
Lucy was the smartest student in the class. Punctual, attentive, and intelligent, she passed exams with ease and always sought to get a higher and higher grade. She was a complete teacher's pet, much to the irritation of her classmates. They all wanted attention from Miss Taylor, a curvaceous and stunning brunette who had everyone wrapped around her finger. Compared to Lucy, a short, plain-dressed woman with unkempt black hair, Miss Taylor was stunning. So when Miss Taylor held private office hours for Lucy, she was thrilled to accept. Finally, she would be getting the top grades and as much extra credit as she could. Everyone would be so jealous of her!
Maybe it was because Lucy was so excited, or because she could hardly take her eyes of Miss Taylor's white shirt unbuttoned lower than usual, revealing a soft white curve of cleavage, and her suit trousers which clung to her hips, but the meeting went by in a haze.
"So you'll install it and follow the instructions?"
Lucy blinked hard, trying to clear the fog that cleared her mind. Instinctively, she responded.
"Yes Miss."
"Good. Report back to me tomorrow to update me on your progress."
***
Lucy sat in front of her laptop, the application store open. She was home now, almost suddenly. Still in the outfit she wore to college that day, a long checked skirt and white dress shirt, Lucy was briefly thrown by the gap in her memory. She tried to think back to the meeting. Nothing. Yet, she somehow intuitively knew which app to get. It was such an easy name to remember. Magicspell Checker. The glowing pink writing caught her eye. She clicked install, chuckling at some of the reviews:
"I found the app essential and now use it for everything!"
Like she'd ever use it for everything. She was too smart. Miss Taylor said it'd just be a guide. To help her become a good student.
"It totes improved my spelling, I even let it write for me"
Ridiculous. The comment even had "totes" in it. How good could it be? Lucy tried not to overthink it. Miss Taylor had recommended it after all, and Lucy would be a good student.
"Careful! This app hypnotised my friend!"
Even more ridiculous! Hypnosis wasn't real! Even if it was, Lucy was far too smart to be hypnotised.
The app had installed. Lucy opened it, and a flash of swirling pink filled her screen. Was there text? Lucy blinked and it passed. An interface greeted her.
*Welcome to Magicspell Checker! This cutting-edge AI will fit to your learning style and help you become the best possible you! Please complete our writing test below so we can learn your idiosyncrasies and guide you to being a good student.*
Lucy clicked the big button that said "Writing Test". Another flash of pink. There was a pressure at the back of her head. She blinked and tried to focus on the screen. The first page was an information form.
Name? Lucy.
Teacher's Name? Miss Taylor.
Grades? A*
IQ? 141
Are you a good student?
Lucy paused. The words made her feel warm between her thighs.
"I am a good student."
Height? 5"6.
Strange it'd ask for height, how did that aff-
Lucy's thoughts were cut off with another pink flash. Her mind slowed and she answered the next question without thinking:
Cup size? C36.
A flicker of embarrassment tinged her face. That was such a promiscuous question! It's not like she ever showed them off! She never even really wore lingerie; it didn't appeal to her and it's not like anyone else was going to see it. How could the program ask such a thing? Surely, Miss Taylor knew the app would ask that question? She trusted Miss Taylor. Miss Taylor knew best. She continued with the form.
Favourite colour? Blue.
Are you a good student? I am a good student.
There was no hesitation now. The heat grow and Lucy's mind dimmed.
Thank you for filling in the form! Now for a speed reading test. Watch the screen in front of you and prepare to answer questions afterwards.
A speedreading test. This should be easy. Lucy was so clever. A pink flash filled the screen. Words trickled by, easy at first, but then faster and faster melding into a fluid snake that drew Lucy deeper. Her eyes skimmed and danced on the words as they burned into her brain and flashed in that pink hue. Her focus was intense, she couldn't look away. The words slid by, she read them subconsciously trying to keep up. She was unsure how much time had passed until she realised she'd been staring vacantly at the screen.
Are you a good student? I am a good student.
Do good students obey their teacher? Good students obey their teacher.
Are good students smart? Good students are dumb.
Good student.
Who do you love? I love Miss Taylor.
The answers flowed easily. Lucy did not need to consciously recall them. After all, she knew the answers. She was smart- wasn't she? No, that's not quite right. She reached down and felt a familiar wet warmth. For some reason, Miss Taylor's unbuttoned shirt stuck in her mind. She was a good student, and good students were dumb. So she can't be smart.
A new pink flash of the screen ate away at Lucy's thoughts. Thinking was almost impossible now, it was much easier to just follow the program.
Writing test! Please ask only questions to our interactive chatbot.
Lucy's usual inspiration and enthusiasm was gone. She didn't quite know where to begin, which was unusual for her. A hint of fear this caused was quickly swept to the back of her mind as a voice in her head whispered "Good students don't worry. You love Miss Taylor. You will be a good student for her. Trust the program." She blinked heavily, but could not look away from the screen. Did she.... did she just say that aloud? She went to put her fingers on the keyboard, noticing with a hot jolt her shirt was unbuttoned. It made her feel... kind of slutty. "Trust the program."
She began to type.
um hi
Hello Lucy. Please ask only questions.
Whereas old Lucy would have felt shame at failing such a basic task, the Lucy currently sat at her desk felt nothing but obedience to the programme.
What questions should I ask?
Ask how do I become a good student?
How do I become a good student?
By becoming dumb.
But I'm not dumb! I'm smart!
Please ask only questions.
I'm smart, aren't I?
No. You are a good student. Good students are dumb.
Lucy moaned every time she read or wrote the phrase. It filled her with lust and made her brain fill with a pink fog. It felt so good to be dumb... and it's what Miss Taylor wanted wasn't it? She should just give in...
But what about my grades?
Grades don't matter. Who matters?
Miss Taylor matters. Being a good student matters.
Now ask a question, Lucy. We know everything. We can make you a good student. We can make you dumb.
How do I become dumb?
Watch the screen and accept your programming.
Lucy stared. Pink flash after pink flash melted what remained of her mind. Nothing but floating pink bubbles filled her vision, each one, a precious memory, a fact, a piece of her intelligence popped. Hours passed. Lucy did not look away, the program was too deep in her mind. What was left was nothing but a giggling, simpering bimbo who loved and obeyed Miss Taylor. A good student.
***
"Come in"
The student that entered Miss Taylor's office looked remarkably different to the day before. A much shorter skirt, a white shirt liberally unbuttoned, and black hair tied back in a strict ponytail. Lucy looked different. Confident. Good. She swayed into the office.
"Is everything okay Lucy?", asked Miss Taylor, a small smile uplifting the corner of her mouth.
"Yes Miss. I, um, totes love you."
"Such a good student", Miss Taylor purred. "Do you swear eternal obedience to me?"
"Yes Miss. *giggle* I am a good student."
Once the smartest girl in Miss Taylor's class, Lucy had become a perfect bimbo. Obedient, dumb, and a good student, she could finally thank Magicspell Checker for securing her place as the teacher's favourite. And Miss Taylor would only change her more and more as the days progressed.
Hi Master! I’m calling about my leaky pus—I mean my leaky cunt. It… it won’t stop dripping… And every time I think about your cock—must fuck Master’s cock—my cunt clenches… and I moan a little… The thing is, I just can’t stop the fantasies of sucking and fucking you…
Do I enjoy it? … Well, kinda, yeah. It’s really hot and fun to think about your cock—must fuck master’s cock. And it’s nice to close my eyes and rub my clit while I picture you fucking me in different positions… But, umm…
No, I don’t remember exactly why I was calling, Master. My head is kinda hazy and I’m fingering my cunt while talking to you.
Oh, yes! That makes so much sense Master! I called you because I wanted you to tell me how you’ll use your cock—must fuck Master’s cock—to brainwash me! Please tell me how you’ll fuck me while I fuck myself deeper for you!
Ughhh Master I’m so neeedyyyy… Please use my cunt to get off! My cunt needs your cock—must fuck Master’s cock. I need to feel your hard shaft throb inside me as I lose all resistance Master, please! I just really really need your cock! Must fuck Master’s cock. Must fuck Master’s cock. Must fuck Master’s cock. Must fuck Master’s…”
Let me
POP
into your head for a moment, and I'll help
POP
away all those thoughts that clutter your mind.
The above audio (Pop with Strix) is the induction audio, the rest below are so you can keep popping as needed after.
I-it can’t be real… it can’t… fuck I keep coming back here… I-it’s a coincidence… I can’t turn the anonymous off or you’ll find me and I don’t think I’m strong enough to resist… fuck… why am I back here every day..
you'll always come back here.
you can't escape
let's face it
tumblr as a whole has broken you
every time a spiral
or a flashy gif
captures your eyes
holds them in place
locks them
you really cant help
but stop and stare
like the helpless
broken
empty
toy
you are
they draw you in
suck you in
turn you into something
that you thought you were not
...
it's not a coincidence
is it?
is it a coincidence that you open your mouth?
is it a coincidence that you stick your tongue out?
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