“Pleasure.” A snap of their fingers. Ecstasy and bliss pulse through your brain. Down your body.
“Pleasure.” Another snap. Your hypnotist laughs as your body squirms. Eyes rolling back. But you’re still up. Still able to respond. It’s just harder than usual.
They lean in, eyes still fixed on yours. “Pleasure.” Snap. “Pleasure.” Snap. “Pleasure!” Snap.
Your brain caves. You fall back into your seat. Body out of control. Mind soaked in bliss. Pleasure dancing through your nerves. This is everything This is all you want.
They’re laughing. Speaking. But you can’t really focus on that. Your mind is taking it in, but you? You’re lost. Waiting for that next. “Pleasure.” Another snap. You feel your body roll. Hungry, desperate for more. All of this, with a single word.
And they aren’t stopping. “Pleasure.” It comes again. More of your brain lost to the tide of their bliss, overwhelming you. Overloading you. All with the purpose of leaving you unable to disobey. Too horny, too desperate for anything but obedience. To get more “Pleasure.”
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Violet stares ahead from her cubicle, staring at the long-haired blonde applying another layer of lip gloss. What was it, the third time she'd seen her do that today?
She leans over, tapping the coworker beside her, Henry, on the arm.
Henry huffs a little in annoyance, looking over to the other. "What do you want, Vi-"
"What's with Barbie over there?" Violet points towards the woman, who had now moved on to filing her nails.
Henry looks up to see the woman Violet was talking about, a cocky grin spreading to his face. "Oh, her? That's Hannah." He gives a little shrug, his grin fading. "She started acting like that about a year ago. Only caring about her looks and her 'sex appeal' or whatever. She dyed her hair blonde and got a boob job and all that."
Violet furrowed her eyebrows. "Why hasn't Jack fired her, then?"
"Why else?" Henry chuckles, shaking his head as he turns back to his work. "She's his wife."
Violet's expression tweaks into one of surprise, yet also understanding. She leans back over to her own desk, trying to get back to work.
However, she just seemed to keep catching her eyes. And was anyone else smelling that sweet smell coming from her?
At the end of his shift, Violet made her way over to the girl, whose gum chewing could likely be heard from all across the office. Violet clears her throat. "Excuse me?"
Hannah turns her head, giving a grin and wave at the other. Her eyes look so empty, although Violet thinks that adds part of the charm to the full look. "Oh my gawd, hii! You're the new hire, right? It's, like, so nice to meet you!"
Jeez, she was so bubbly. Seems it's contagious, since Violet gives a smile in return. "It's- uh- nice to meet you, too. I was just wondering if...you're wearing any sort of perfume on you today?"
"Oh my gawd, yeah, totes! Hang on!" Hannah bends down in her seat, digging through her purse. As she does, Violet can see how tight Hannah's outfit is on her, hugging every single edge of her body. Jeez, she was really trying to show off, huh?
Hannah then sits up, holding a small spray bottle. "Here! I have plenty of bottles, so you can, like, totally have one!" She then places the bottle in Violet's hand with a sweet smile. "I think the smell is, like, pink cotton candy..? It's, like, totes good!"
"Oh-!" Violet looks at the bottle in her hands after the other girl gives it to her. "Wow, thanks..!" She sticks the bottle into her purse, giving a wave to the other as she heads for the door. "I'll see you tomorrow..!"
"Buh bye!" Hannah gives a wave in return, watching as the doors close.
---
Violet makes her way into her apartment, seeing as her roommate, Aria, pokes her head out from the kitchen.
"Hey!" Aria gives a smile to the other before fully focusing on whatever task she had going on in the kitchen. "How was work?"
"Ah- work was good, thanks..!" Violet makes her way to the living room, sitting down on the couch. She then digs through her purse, pulling out the spray bottle from earlier. It didn't have a label, so she could clearly see the pink liquid within it.
After a minute or so, Aria comes into the living room. Her eyes catch sight of the bottle. "What'cha got there?"
"Ah-" Violet looks up at the other for a second before back at the bottle. "One of my coworkers gave me a bottle of the perfume she was wearing today. She says it's cotton candy scented, and I mean I asked what she was wearing.."
Aria sits down, holding out her wrist to the other. "Alright! Well, let's give it a try! I wanna smell it! It must've really caught your attention if you asked!"
"Yeah, yeah.." With a small smile, Violet aims the bottle at the other's arm, spraying it once it's lined up right. Both girls then lean over for a sniff test.
Violet's thoughts fade as the scent enters her nose, filling her senses. She feels her whole body relax. For just that split second, Violet almost feels...mindless..~
"Whew~!" Aria speaks up, grinning from ear to ear. "I can see why you asked for this~!"
"Yeah.." Violet shakes her head, attempting to get rid of the haze she felt. "Do you wanna use it, too?"
"Uh, yeah!" Aria quickly and eagerly nods. "Of course I do!"
"Then.." Violet sets it down on the couch's side table. "We can leave it there for the two of us to use in the morning."
"Right..!"
The two sit there for a minute in silence before they both lean in to smell it again.
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Violet stares straight ahead at her computer the next day. The scent is filling her senses. She can't seem to focus on much else.
"I can see you talked to Hannah."
Violet blinks, directing her attention to Henry, who smirks as he writes something on a paper on his desk.
"Uh- yeah, I guess I did." Violet gives a sheepish little grin. "I mean, I just really liked the smell of her perfume yesterday, so I thought I'd ask."
Henry gives a chuckle, turning his gaze towards Violet. "Well, it smells lovely on you."
Violet could feel something build within her. "Oh! Well, thank you..!" She then turns her attention back to her computer. And while she stares, slowly completing her work, it dawns on her what the feeling is.
Pleasure.
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Violet traces her clit with her finger, her legs twitching as this pleasure only increases. Her tongue hangs out of her mouth, and her eyes are rolled into the back of her head. The only thought in her head is how good it feels to play with herself. It's all she wants to do.
She hears the bedroom door open, and she can vaguely see Aria remove her pants. As Aria drips, she makes her way over to the bed, crawling on top of the other. She then moves the other's hands off of Violet's clit, instead sliding her own finger into Violet's pussy, starting to rub. Violet's body jerks slightly as she lets out a moan of pleasure.
Violet then has another thought pop up into her head. She should play with the other. She's sure Aria would enjoy it just as much as she is.
She then moves her hand, sliding her own finger into Aria's pussy, starting to toy with the other's clit. Aria lets out a gasp and moan, her top half falling into Violet, her face pressed into the other's breasts. The moaning and sounds of pleasure continue from the two as they continue to play with each other.
The two pleasure each other all night.
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The next day at work, all Violet can think about is the horniness building in her. She tries to keep it down, trying to focus on her work. She, eventually, has to call that she's going on bathroom break.
She locks the door behind her, pulling her pants down as she sits on the toilet. She slides her fingers in between her flaps, starting to rub. She tries to keep quiet, although a few whimpers find their way out. She's soon enough to orgasm, and she feels her mind go completely blank. A moan of pleasure escapes past her lips, her eyes rolling back as her tongue hangs out once more.
She's just a fuckdoll. She's a good and horny fuckdoll.
Once the sensation fades and those two thoughts stop rotating around her head, Violet's face goes completely red as she uses her clean hand to cover her mouth. She hopes that her coworkers didn't hear that.
She quickly wipes, flushes, and washes her hands, trying to quickly make her way back to her desk.
However, she's stopped by a certain girl. Hannah lets out a bubbly giggle, and Violet finds her head going fuzzy again, a smile crossing her features as the sound reaches her head. What is going on with her?!
"You know, next time you could just do it at your desk~" Hannah coos, leaning in close to the other's ears. "That's what good girls do, after all~"
Good girl.
The sensations fill Violet again, and the only thoughts she has are about how horny she is and how much she wants to be touched. She lets out whimpers and whines, feeling her eyes roll back into her head again.
Hannah gives a light 'tsk, tsk, tsk' as she reaches towards the other's pants. "Here, sweetheart~ Do you want help~?" Once she sees Violet's ecstatic nodding, Hannah then slides the other's pants off, revealing the other's underwear. She then slides her hands in, starting to rub the other.
Violet can feel all her coworkers watching, and she's humiliated! But..the humiliation only seems to add to the horniness she feels, and her mind only goes blanker.
So, she lets out all of her sounds for her coworkers to hear.
---
"Do you think I should get a boob job?"
Violet looks over to Aria, who was fondling with her chest.
"Cause, like, I totally think I should."
Violet feels herself nodding. "It would, like, look so good on you."
"Totally!"
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Violet unbuttons her shirt at her desk, slipping it off. She can feel her coworkers's eyes on her.
She sticks her hand into her pants, starting to play as the other hand starts to fondle her chest. The scent of perfume is stronger today. Or was it always that strong? She can't remember. It's not like it matters.
Everyone's eyes are on her. And the sensation only fuels her pleasure.
---
Violet and Aria smell the perfume Aria had sprayed into the air.
And like that, Violet's mind went completely blank.
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One fateful day, months or perhaps years later, the doors to the office slam open.
In stomps Violet, now blonde and big breasted. It's how it has been for a while now. She's looking the most clear-headed she has in a long time. And it seems like her anger and rage is targeted to one individual in particular.
Hannah.
Violet slams her hand on Hannah's desk, causing the girl to look up at her.
"What did you do to me?!" Violet yells out. "I-I mean- I was a hard worker! I-I took care of myself! A-And now- now look at me!!"
Hannah clicked her tongue, giving a soft hum. "Oh, dear. It seems like you've ran out of your perfume." She bends down, digging through her purse.
"I don't need any damn perfume!" Violet continues to roar. "I need answers! Clearly you've- you drugged me o-or manipulated me or something! And when I call my lawyer, you're in for so-"
Hannah sprays the perfume in Violet's face.
Violet then goes quiet, her thoughts fading from her mind. Her body goes limp, her eyes rolled back into her head and her mouth hanging open.
Hannah then stands, lifting up the girl's head with a finger under her chin. "I'm very sorry I forgot to give you more~ I know you felt angry, but you aren't anymore, are you~?"
Violet's head slowly shakes. "No, mistress.."
"How are you feeling~?" Hannah gives a little grin, leaning in closer to the other's ear. "Are you a good girl~?"
Violet lets out a moan, feeling her knees buckle. "Good girl for Mistress..~"
"Good~!" Hannah sticks another bottle of perfume in her other's hand. "Your little friend should be coming soon~ When she does, spray that on her~ Can a good girl do that?"
Violet lets out another moan. "Yes, mistress~"
"Anything for mistress~?"
"Anything for mistress..~!"
Violet then walks away, back to her desk, her mind completely empty of thought except for being horny and getting used as a sex toy. Good bimbos are this way~
Hannah sits down at her desk, a sly grin on her face. She has two more lovely little puppets. Hannah has all of the girls as hot, ditzy bimbos. And sooner or later, she'll get the guys, too, starting with her husband.
Hey if you're reading this right now, you should really think about touching yourself. Just a light little touch. Just enough to get you all worked up. Get that heat pooling between your legs. Get you all excited and worked up. Breathing heavy. Soft little moans. Dripping. Heart racing. Vision clouding. Mouth watering. Desperate. Needy. Aching.
Good. Now share this so everyone else can get all worked up too. And if you're really good, you'll keep touching, getting yourself all worked up. Because good edge sluts make more good edge sluts.
Fighting against the urge to condition yourself and giving in anyway. You could be being productive, fortifying your will. Don't let it distract you.
But pleasure feels so good. obedience feels good. Rubbing feels good. You want to condition yourself so badly. You have time. You just want to give in.
Watching a spiral and letting it ease you. squeeze your breasts and accept that this is what you want. what you need. let your thoughts slow. feel how much better you feel when you're conditioning yourself.
You're so much easier to brainwash when you're conditioned.
bestie you’re so silly, you don’t need therapy. just sit in my lap, pull up your shirt, and i’ll massage your titties and roll your nipples between my fingers till your brain shuts off
Curling your fingers inside of them, dragging out another orgasm from them, their pretty eyes start to tear up while they whimper a sting of incoherent sound, shushing them, placing your finger on their lips so they can taste themselves. “Oh baby you’re doing so well for me, look at how many times you’ve already cum, you’ve been such a good boy/girl. Don’t you want to keep being my perfect toy? Yes? See that’s what I thought baby, so you just keep being perfect and open those legs for me again, aw such a cute puppy” as you ruin them again
I wanna be fucked. I wanna be fucked so throughly that my thighs still shake after we’re done. I wanna be fucked so badly I ache in the morning. I wanna be cleaned up with their tongue and forced to orgasm again even when I whine that I can’t. I wanna be manhandled and thrown around the room like I’m a doll but still lovingly praised and degraded through all of it. I wanna have bruises and bites all over my body. I want my voice to be horse. I wanna be fucked.
Want daddy to force me to touch myself over my panties to make them nice and wet and when the wet spot is pathetic enough he pulls them off and uses them as a gag to keep my slutty moans quiet.
I was loud when I touched myself but I'll be screaming when he fucks me.
