CW: corruption, mind control, body control, femsub, maledom, orientation play,
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Linda stood by the office window, absently watching the late afternoon traffic crawl through the streets below.
Sandra had said she'd only be gone for a few minutes. Linda couldn't quite remember why. Either way, she expected the next sound to be Sandra returning.
The click of the office door made her smile.
"Finally," she murmured.
She turned. The smile disappeared. It wasn't Sandra.
Todd stood in the doorway. Sandra's ex.
Linda had met him only a handful of times before the breakup. Quiet, forgettable, the sort of man who blended into a crowd the moment he stopped speaking.
Yet something about him seemed different now. He stepped into the office without asking permission.
The door clicked shut behind him.
"Todd?"
Linda frowned.
"What are you doing here?"
He didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he slowly raised his smartphone until the back faced her.
Linda took a cautious step forward.
"Todd?"
A high, piercing tone suddenly rang through the room. She winced. The sound wasn't painfully loud. It felt precise. As though it had found exactly the right frequency to slip past her ears and vibrate somewhere behind her eyes.
"What is--" The question died on her lips. Her knees weakened. Linda instinctively reached for the back of a nearby chair.
Her fingers missed. Her body seemed to ignore the command entirely. Instead, she felt herself straighten. Her shoulders relaxed. One careful step carried her forward.
Then another.
No. The word wanted to emerge but her mouth didn't move. She wasn't walking. Her body was.
The shrill tone continued, unwavering. Linda's heartbeat slowed to match its rhythm. A strange warmth spread from the base of her neck through her arms.
The sensation wasn't painful. It was deeply, unsettlingly comfortable. Without understanding why, she lowered herself to the floor.
One knee touched the carpet.
Then the other.
Her head turned up. Eyes rolled up into her head. Lips formed an inviting ring as tongue stretched out.
She heard Todd pull down the zipper of his trousers. Her nose filled with the stench of a sweaty musk. Something hard, long and throbbing touched her lips.
Like a puppet on strings her body moved into action.
Her lips closed over the shaft. Her hands gripped the cock by the base, holding it in place as her tongue circled around the tip.
She tasted salty sweat and precum. A man's taste. The flavor of cock. The smell made her nostrils flare.
Her lips parted. Her jaw widened to accept more of his thick, throbbing length. She felt his pulse beat against her lips.
Her body reacted on instinct. Her hands stroked along the base of the shaft. She slid the thick, heavy rod in and out of her mouth.
She couldn't believe what was happening but the sensation was undeniable.
She was sucking Todd off. Right here. In her office.
The realization brought a sudden clarity.
Linda felt a wave of panic. She struggled to move her body, to pull herself away, to speak out and demand that Todd release her. But nothing responded. She remained on her knees, head upturned, eyes empty. Her fingers and mouth worked over Todd's cock with an expert skill. It took no time to bring his member to full attention. Thick and throbbing, it pushed deeper between her lips. She could feel his pulse beat against her tongue. Her own saliva dripped down the length, her mouth producing more and more to make the blowjob easier.
A low groan emerged from the depths of Linda's chest. She felt her mouth widen. She took more and more of the shaft, her head bobbing back and forth. Her lips and tongue worked together to massage the shaft, her cheeks hollowed with every suck and she moaned with every new inch she took in.
Todd's hands ran through her hair. He grabbed hold, forcing her mouth down. Linda's gag reflex failed to kick in. Her throat opened to welcome the rest of the shaft in, the tip pushing deeper into the back of her mouth.
Her fingers moved from the shaft to her blouse, undoing its buttons one by one. The fabric parted. Her bra followed suit.
Linda's tits were on the bigger side of things, round and firm with dark nipples that perked up in moments like these.
Moments? No. Not moments. There hadn't ever been moments.
Not before this one. But now? Her mind couldn't think beyond it. Couldn't imagine beyond it.
There was no before. There was only the taste, the smell, the feeling of Todd's thick and heavy cock between her lips. That was her past. That was her present. That was her future.
Todd pushed her away suddenly, forcing her to the ground. She lay back, eyes empty and mouth still agape.
Her fingers continued to move with a will of their own. They undid the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She tore the denim from her legs. Her underwear was discarded without hesitation. Her body exposed for his pleasure, she lay still. Only her fingers continued to move, stroking the outer folds of her pussy.
Linda's thoughts raced to keep up. She could feel every motion of her hands, feel every gentle touch of her fingers. Yet it wasn't her will. And still it was. Her mind circled around the contradiction. Was it her will or not? She didn't know. She couldn't know.
All she could focus on was Todd. The sight of his thick, throbbing cock. The smell of its musky, manly stench. The anticipation that built with each second that passed.
Her pussy glistened. Wet and dripping, it invited Todd's cock.
Her legs split apart. She held her knees close to her body.
Todd stood above her, his erect cock in hand. A single, glistening bead of pre-cum rolled from its tip.
Linda wanted it. Needed it.
The hunger inside of her felt unbearable. Her mind couldn't even remember what life was like without the desire for cock. She had been living with this hunger her entire life, hadn't she?
But that seemed wrong too. She wasn't interested in Todd. In his massive delicious cock. She desired Sandra and her slutty big tits and butt. The taste of her juices. She loved her girlfriend.
No, that wasn't it either. Her thoughts circled around in endless circles. She couldn't focus. Couldn't think. Not with his cock so close.
She watched, eyes empty, body relaxed and inviting. Todd pressed the tip against the wet folds of her pussy.
He entered her. Slowly at first, pushing just the tip in, letting her adjust to its girth.
Then a little further, his hands grabbing hold of her body and pulling it towards him.
Her pussy welcomed him, its muscles stretching open and wrapping tight around the intruding rod.
Deeper, deeper. She could feel the thick cock inside of her, could feel it fill every inch of her.
The sensation was overwhelming, incredible.
It was wrong, a voice whispered at the back of her mind. It wasn't what she wanted. It couldn't be.
But then Todd's fingers squeezed her soft, firm breasts. Her body arched in response, back bending to accept more of his thick cock in her.
It felt so right. So perfect.
She moaned. A loud, low sound from somewhere deep inside.
His balls pressed against the soft flesh of her ass. His shaft sank deep inside of her, its thickest point parting her tight hole. Her body felt filled, stuffed to the brim with his massive member.
And still it wasn't enough. She rocked her hips against him. Her pussy clenched, muscles squeezing around his throbbing member. She wanted him, needed him to fuck her.
His hips rocked in rhythm with hers. The thick cock slid in and out, spreading her wide with each push. It was unlike anything Linda had experienced before.
The feeling was electric, sending waves of pleasure through her body. Her eyes widened as a powerful thrust made her breasts bounce up and down.
Her body was his plaything. Every part of her existed only to give Todd pleasure, to accept the thick, hard cock into her and milk it for every drop of seed it offered.
Her mind knew it was true. Her mouth hung open in an endless moan as she felt him pound away. Every thrust brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
She could feel the pleasure build inside of her. Her toes curled and her back arched. The cock slammed deep inside her, hitting the back of her womb.
She couldn't believe it was possible. It shouldn't have felt so incredible.
It didn't matter that it was Todd's cock buried inside of her, she couldn't stop herself from cumming. Couldn't stop herself from loving it.
The orgasm tore through her body with a power that left her speechless. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. All she could do was lay there and take his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her body. It felt incredible.
Linda felt the thick cock inside of her twitch. A spurt of warm liquid shot deep into her womb. It felt incredible. She wanted more of it. Her body rocked back against him. She moaned and cried, begging him for more. For all of it. Every last drop.
Her pussy tightened, squeezing his cock like a vice. Her eyes widened in wonder. It was amazing. Perfect. The best feeling in the world. She moaned loudly as another orgasm tore through her. She lost track of time, of space. She could only focus on Todd's cock. Nothing else mattered.
After an eternity the shaft left her. The sudden emptiness felt almost painful. Her pussy gushed, her juices mingling with his. She couldn't move. Her body felt heavy, numb.
A sudden click made her turn her head. Todd was leaning against a table, his phone out. He tapped its screen. A few seconds later a woman appeared in the doorway. Sandra. Blonde hair, high cheekbones, large eyes and lips. Dressed in a short skirt and tight blouse, the outfit showed off her long legs and curvy figure.
Her eyes rolled back like Linda's. A vacant smile played on her lips. She walked towards the desk without a word, then bent over and pressed her chest against it.
Linda didn't move. Couldn't. All she could do was watch. Her thoughts remained cloudy. Something was wrong here, she could tell that much.
Sandra spread her legs and hiked up the back of her skirt, revealing her bare behind. Linda felt a sharp sting of betrayal at the sight of Todd's cock sinking between her girlfriend's pussy lips.
She felt cheated. Yet the ringing made it right. It felt right to see Todd's massive shaft sink deep into her girlfriend. The sight was so hot. It made her mouth water. It was perfect to watch as he pushed into her, filling Sandra with every inch of his cock. The way her girlfriend moaned in delight as his thick cock sank deep into her pussy.
Linda watched as the couple fucked on the desk, Todd's balls slapping against Sandra's round and shapely ass as he pounded her hard. The lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled her ears, her nose was full with the smell of Todd's manhood and Sandra's submission. It turned her on. She could feel her pussy grow warm and wet at the sight, her clit aching for attention.
Todd grunted, thrusting his hips with a force that sent Sandra sprawling over the table. The blonde girl gasped as she came. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table tightly. Todd fucked her with a steady rhythm. He was taking her, owning her body with each thrust.
He wasn't just fucking Sandra, he was fucking her to his own rhythm, his pace. He owned her completely and utterly.
Linda saw how Todd tensed. And unloaded another massive load deep into the woman he owned, the woman that Linda had been so stupidly trying to seduce from him. It had never been more obvious who Sandra belonged to. It was all so simple, so perfect.
A sudden clarity washed over her. Her thoughts cleared. The haze that had filled her mind disappeared. The world around her returned into sharp focus. She could feel the hard surface beneath her body, could feel the cool air against her skin. She could hear the sounds of the city outside, could smell the scent of sex in the air.
She followed the strings urging and stood up. Stiff and at attention. She knew exactly what was going to happen next. She was his. Body and soul. It didn't matter that it had been her and Sandra for so long. That they had promised each other to stay faithful and loyal.
None of that mattered. Nothing did.
She could feel her heart pound as Todd finished fucking Sandra, her eyes following the throbbing cock as it slid out of her girlfriend. She licked her lips. Her tongue was already out and ready, her mouth watering at the prospect of tasting his cock once again.
Smirking he turned around.
"Now, Linda and Sandra, let's talk about our new relationship," he said.
Like her, Sandra stood at attention. Both focused completely on his words. They listened eagerly, their eyes never leaving his face. The tone was still ringing in their heads, guiding their thoughts and feelings.
"You will both act like you are a couple in public. You will be sweet. You will flirt and skirt the level of what is appropriate. You will dress less conservative. Show off what others can't have. Of course you will try to be as successful and profitable as possible. But when you get home? Then you will turn into my depraved, submissive sluts. You exist to serve and please my cock." Todd's voice was calm. His tone left no room for debate. Linda could feel the truth of his words, feel how her entire body craved to be used and abused.
"Good sluts, don't need to waste their money on useless things, such as a hobby or your own apartment. You will give me all your money and live at my place. And I will be so gracious to allow you to buy clothes and food that I like. Doesn't that sound wonderful?"
Linda could feel her mind reel. It sounded incredible. Of course, it was amazing to have a real purpose in life, to be a good slut to her owner. Why would she ever want anything else?
She didn't need a hobby, didn't need to have her own apartment or money or anything like that.
Todd's cock twitched. "And you will make sure my cock is satisfied and happy. Always. I can get a blowjob and a fuck anytime and anywhere I want. You will never be busy and you will never have any excuse to deny my needs. And you will be grateful to serve me. Because I own you."
His tone sent shivers down her spine.
"Thank you sir," she whispered, "thank you for owning us." The words felt strange. They should've been foreign, wrong even.
Yet it was true. Linda could feel her body tingle. It felt wonderful to be owned. To belong to someone. To be his. Her mind was still hazy from the intense orgasms, her pussy wet and ready for more.
"Please sir," she continued, "may we kiss your feet?"
She felt the need rise up from within her, felt how her body wanted to kneel, how she wanted to kiss and lick every inch of him.
"Yes, master. Please let us please you," Sandra moaned. The blonde's eyes were empty. She stared straight ahead, her face expressionless.
Todd smirked again.
"Very good," he said, his tone pleased. "You may kiss my feet, my slaves. But do not stop until I tell you otherwise."
The two women fell to their knees at once. Linda pressed her lips against Todd's shoes, her tongue lolling out to lick his soles and the top of his foot. She tasted the salt and grime of his boots.
Sandra followed suit. The two of them kissed his feet passionately, their tongues running over his shoes, their hands caressing his legs. Their bodies trembled as they did their duty.
Linda could feel her body respond to the touch of his feet. She felt a strange thrill at the idea that her owner might allow her to serve him in such a manner.
He chuckled to himself. "That's enough, you whores."
The two stopped and pulled away.
Todd took the time to examine them closely, admiring the sight of their bodies and the way their faces looked as they gazed at his feet with worship. "Now," he continued, "why don't you kiss each other? Let's share all the dirt."
The two girls didn't hesitate. Linda threw herself at Sandra's mouth, her tongue darting between the blonde's lips and into her mouth, her teeth nipping at the soft skin. The blonde's hands cupped her ass, squeezing it hard. Linda groaned with pleasure. Her pussy ached with desire, her nipples were hard as rocks, and her entire body trembled.
She could taste the grime and filth on her girlfriend's tongue, the salty sweat and dirt that had accumulated on his shoes. It was disgusting. And she loved it.
Sandra's own mouth sought out her lover's, their tongues intertwining and exploring one another's bodies. Sandra's hands slid along Linda's smooth back, caressing her sides, tracing lines across her ribs and spine.
They kissed passionately, hungrily, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.
"Don't be shy. Tell the other what a dumb slut she is. Really. Sandra left me for a cunt like Linda. And Linda here sucked and fucked me so hard, I'm sure she wanted to taste my dick on Sandra," Todd's voice boomed.
Linda blushed. Her face burned hotly at the words. But her heart raced faster, the arousal within her growing ever greater.
She wanted to be humiliated by her girlfriend, wanted to be made to feel like nothing more than a lowly, depraved whore who deserved nothing but ridicule and shame.
Sandra pulled back from the kiss and stared at Linda. "You're such a dirty slut, you know? You sucked Todd's dick like you loved it. Did you love it?"
Linda bit her lip. "Obviously. But I'm not the idiot that left his delicious cock for a dumb cunt like myself. So, who is the bigger fool, Sandra? You should have stayed with him."
The blonde girl laughed, leaning in to lick Linda's neck, nibbling at her skin as her hand slid up and down her lover's sides, squeezing her ass. "You're a whore who can't control herself," Sandra whispered.
"And you are a slut that can't get enough dick," Linda responded.
Both women giggled. Todd shook his head in amusement.
"That's right. But now everything is right. Get up and get dressed. Time to go home. I am so excited for you to see it."
The two women stood. Linda quickly gathered her clothes, putting them on, her hands trembling with anticipation. Her pussy tingled at the idea of what awaited them. She felt her body respond to the promise of more cock. Her nipples were rock hard again. She felt an almost unbearable desire to be fucked again.
She got dressed in silence, not bothering to clean up. Her body felt dirty, sticky and sweaty. Just like the ringing told her she loved it.
Linda couldn't wait for her future with Sandra and her owner, Todd.
"The App went viral, exactly as projected. Millions of downloads within just a few days. Each additional user turned into another willing agent to push even more users into The App. Soon everyone would be a user, just like you..." 📱
I've been thinking more and more about the idea of tech control recently. It's not hypnosis in the traditional sense, but all tech has to be programmed by someone... just like the tech will program you.
And it's so easy to fall victim to. You're always looking at screens, during work, walking down the street, relaxing at home. Even now you're staring directly at one, leaving yourself open to something popping up...
Draining your thoughts away.
Removing your resistance.
Opening you up to the deep programming
Replacing everything with the cold precision of obedience.
I should be a mech piolet I sure hope no one hacks my mecha, trapping me inside and shutting off all controls, shutting off any way to see the outside and turning all the screens to a spiral and and all the sound systems to hypnosis until I'm fuzzy, relaxed, and malleable
