30s NB transfemme lesbian (she/they) sub. plz play with my mind? Very NSFW. Minors DNI. Erotic hypnosis, mind control, bimboification, orgasm control, denial, edging. Asks, submissions, and DMs welcome! Last orgasm: 2/4/2025 Next orgasm: june?
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Laura let herself into her apartment with a weary sigh.
The moment the door clicked shut behind her, she leaned against it and closed her eyes.
'What a strange day.'
She kicked off her shoes and stood motionless in the quiet hallway, trying to make sense of the persistent sensation crawling beneath her skin.
It had begun the instant she'd woken that morning. A tingling warmth that drifted lazily from her fingertips to the back of her neck, impossible to scratch because it never seemed to stay in one place for long.
She had ignored it. Forced herself through her usual routine. The entire time, it had lingered at the edge of her awareness, like a tune she couldn't quite remember.
By the time she'd reached campus, sheer stubbornness had become the only thing carrying her through the day.
Even then, something had felt off.
Her notebooks slipped from her hands twice. She fumbled with her student ID at the library entrance. She even dropped her pen during a lecture.
Normally, Laura prided herself on being organized. Today, she felt disconnected from her own body. As though some quiet part of her wanted to be somewhere else entirely.
The lectures hadn't helped.
Professor Nakamura had spent nearly ninety minutes explaining statistical modeling. Normally Laura found the subject fascinating. Today she couldn't remember a single thing.
Every time she tried to focus on the whiteboard, her attention wandered. Not to her phone or the world outside the window, no it focused on the people standing at the front of the room.
It embarrassed her even now.
Her imagination had insisted on inventing ridiculous and sexy scenarios involving nearly every woman teaching that day. Legs spread on the desk, showing off drenched folds. Hands placed on the wall, back arched and butt held high. The next one more pornographic than the one before. Each time she caught herself drifting into another daydream, she'd snapped back to reality with a flush creeping across her cheeks.
'What is wrong with me?'
She had asked herself the question so many times she'd lost count. No answer had come. Only that same restless anticipation. As though something important waited just beyond the edge of her thoughts. By the time her final class ended, she'd barely retained anything from the day's lessons.
She wandered into her living room without bothering to change clothes. Her backpack slid from one shoulder onto the floor with a dull thud.
Laura collapsed onto the couch. The cushions welcomed her with familiar softness. For the first time all day, she felt herself relax a little.
Her gaze drifted toward the desk in front of her. The computer waited there.
Dark screen. Silent.
For reasons she couldn't explain, seeing it sent another ripple of anticipation through her.
Her fingers twitched.
A thought surfaced.
'Just for a little while.'
She frowned. Why had that thought felt so compelling?
It was only her computer. She used it every day. There was nothing unusual about it. Yet the urge to switch it on seemed oddly urgent, as though she'd been looking forward to this moment since waking.
Laura shook her head.
"I'm overtired," she muttered. That had to be it. Classes mixed with stress and combined with too little sleep.
She pressed the power button.
The monitor flickered to life. Its pale glow filled the dim apartment.
Laura watched the familiar startup screen appear.
For a moment, the tingling beneath her skin eased. She smiled in relief. Whatever had plagued her all day was finally beginning to settle.
Then, before the desktop had even finished loading, a notification quietly appeared in the center of the screen.
She didn't remember leaving any programs running.
The message contained no sender.
No subject.
Just three simple words.
'Welcome back, Laura.'
Inside her mind the words were spoken in a breathy tone. They dripped with sensuality.
Without thinking, she reached for the mouse.
Her movements were sluggish, almost mechanical, like the sensation she'd felt earlier that morning had grown to consume her completely. She leaned forward in her chair, peering closer to the screen as if it were a lover's embrace.
The tingling beneath her skin became more insistent than ever before.
Her hand slipped down between her thighs.
Her skirt had hiked up just enough that she could reach beneath its hem without thinking about it. One fingertip brushed across her panties, pressing lightly against her mound.
A sharp jolt ran straight through her.
The sensation made Laura freeze instantly. Her whole body tensed as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. The sudden shock left her panting. A shiver ran down her spine. Heat blossomed deep within her core.
Laura stared at the message on her computer monitor. It felt as though something was pulling her towards it, drawing her in until all she could see was that single sentence glowing in front of her eyes.
She licked her dry lips.
A flush rose along her cheeks. A warm tingle danced along her spine, making her nipples harden beneath the fabric of her shirt.
The cursor moved to an unfamiliar icon. It pulsed gently. She had no recollection of placing the file there. She would've remembered an app named "GoonDoll.exe" after all. Yet there was no denying that she was now looking right at it.
Her breath grew shallow and uneven. She felt a strange pressure building inside her head. A kind of weight that pushed down on her thoughts, making them slow and heavy.
She tried to look away from the screen but couldn't quite bring herself to do so. Instead the fingers on her panties drew a circle.
Another bolt of pleasure shot through her, making her gasp aloud.
Her eyes drifted shut. In that instant she could have sworn she heard something whisper inside her skull. Not actual words. Just the faintest echo of sound. So quiet she might have imagined it entirely.
The sensation sent a tremor racing down the length of her back.
Click. Click.
Her hand pressed the mouse button twice. The icon opened. The screen went dark.
A soft sigh escaped her. Her eyelids fluttered closed once again. Another shudder passed through her body, sending goose bumps rippling along her arms and legs. Her toes curled against the carpet. She stroked herself idly.
She could still feel the heat pooling low in her belly. It burned brighter with every passing second, filling her with an unfamiliar hunger. A need unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
The screen suddenly filled with a hypnotic, swirling spiral of color.
The tingling sensation under her skin increased. It intensified until she could no longer ignore it. Her whole body trembled as the heat spread outward, consuming her entirely. Every inch of her skin flushed. She squirmed restlessly against the cushions of the couch.
Her hips bucked upward as the pleasure grew sharper, stronger, more intense than she'd thought possible.
Behind the spiral images started to fade in and out. They appeared in the background, almost like the spiral itself had turned into a kaleidoscope. Some were too blurry to make out, while others came through crystal clear.
An image of a woman clad only in a bra and panties, crawling across a hardwood floor on all fours. It wasn't a photograph but drawn. The proportions of the woman were impossible. Massive, gravity defying breasts, an hourglass waist and an ass so fat it looked cartoonish.
Then another. This one of a blonde woman in a school girl outfit, skirt pulled down around her ankles as she sucked on her fingers. Her lips stretched around three of her own digits, sucking on them obscenely with flushed cheeks.
A redhead wearing a leather harness, her nipples poked through holes cut out of the leather, as her gloved hand pumped a massive strapon. On the ground in front of her was another impossible woman, hogtied with a gag in her mouth, a leather collar and leash on her neck.
Another, a busty nurse with her back arched and head thrown back. Her eyes were crossed and her mouth was wide open, her tongue lolling out as thick ropes of cum painted her face.
Laura moaned.
Her hand moved more quickly now, rubbing furiously over the fabric of her panties.
The heat inside her burned hotter than ever before. She writhed on the couch cushions. Her thighs quivered as her hips rocked up to meet her fingers.
The spiral spun on, growing larger and more detailed. Words appeared.
"Relax."
Laura's eyes glazed over as the word seared into her mind.
"Enjoy."
Another flash of heat shot straight through her body, igniting the flames of desire deep within her core.
"Breathe deep and relax."
The air filled with a faint, almost undetectable, electronic humming sound.
She felt her muscles go slack. Her eyelids grew heavy as the words repeated over and over. A soft, soothing female voice, whispering inside her head. It was like someone had taken away her worries and replaced them with bliss.
Her lips parted slightly, letting out another quiet moan of pleasure.
Her free hand came up to caress one breast. Her fingers found her nipple and began to tease it through her clothes. Her breathing quickened.
The images faded and shifted again and again. Now there was nothing but a single woman, a beautiful blonde, with her face twisted in an orgasm. She wore an elegant black dress and was bent forward over a couch. A hand gripped her long, golden hair, holding her down as she shook.
"That's not for you."
The words flashed on screen and seemed to echo around her skull as the voice whispered again. This time the speaker's tone had changed slightly. It sounded deeper. Darker.
More sensual.
Laura's legs spread wider apart without conscious thought.
She watched the spiral rotate in lazy circles on her screen, growing larger with every second.
It filled her field of vision, until everything else disappeared behind the pulsating glow.
"Goon Dolls don't cum. They edge."
The words burned themselves into her consciousness like firebrands.
She groaned helplessly.
"Goon Dolls belong on the screen. They exist for the pleasure of others. Goon Dolls exist to edge for eternity, never finding release."
The words seemed to take root within her very being. They burrowed deep inside her mind. Twisting and turning until they had become an intrinsic part of who she now was.
Another image of a busty redhead in a white dress shirt and tie, bent over a desk with her face pressed into the surface and her dress pants pulled down. Thick, white stripes of cum painted her back, ass and legs. She was trembling, her knees weak as her fingers frantically rubbed at her clit.
"Goon Dolls are desperate and needy. Their holes ache with a constant need to cum. But they can't."
Laura whimpered, as the image faded away.
Her fingers rubbed at her clit more forcefully than before, sending shivers of ecstasy shooting up her spine.
Another image appeared. Impossible globes rested on the blondes chest. A waspish hip rolled into wide child-bearing hips. Plump ass cheeks connected to long svelte legs. Her pussy gushed with a translucent liquid, a string of the fluid connecting from the woman's pussy to the ground.
"Goon Dolls have no need to think or make decisions for themselves, because Goon Dolls belong to the Hentai Sluts on screen."
The voice in her mind continued its seductive whispers, lulling her deeper under its spell.
"Goon Dolls are horny, eager and always willing to please Hentai Sluts."
Another flash of an impossible beauty, on her knees. Her head thrown back, eyes closed and tongue lolling out of her mouth in a lewd ahegao expression of ecstasy. The brunette was completely covered in cum. Her face and cleavage painted in the sticky white substance. Her mouth opened wider, as if begging for another load of seed from an invisible lover who had claimed ownership over this toy woman.
"Goon Dolls buy their Hentai Slut products on HentaiSluts.net. Goon Dolls spend all of their time edging, money, and resources on Hentai Sluts."
This time, a blonde wearing only a pink apron and nothing else appeared. She knelt on the floor of an apartment. Her fingers thrust into her sopping wet pussy. The words "cum dump" were stitched on the apron. The woman had clearly been used. She had clearly enjoyed being used. Her face twisted in the throes of orgasm as she plunged her fingers into herself again and again.
Laura felt the first waves of an orgasm. But before it could arrive her hands stopped. A voice whispered in the back of her head. She heard it faintly over the sound of the electronic hum that filled the room. 'No.'
"Goon Dolls do not cum. Hentai Sluts do."
The blonde continued to plunge her fingers into her dripping wet sex. Her hips jerked back and forth, her body trembling with pleasure. Cum leaked from between her legs.
"Goon Dolls do not think, they obey."
Laura saw another blonde, naked except for a pair of high heels and a pink collar around her neck. A tattoo depicting a womb and ovaries were drawn on the woman's torso. A heart decorated her left impossible boob. The number 69 on her right boob.
The woman's face was contorted into an ahegao expression of pleasure. Her hands were bound behind her back with a pair of handcuffs. Her pussy gushed with an endless stream of cum, dripping to the ground. Words like "submissive", "whore" and "fuck is" floated around her.
"Goon Dolls obey the instructions of the hentai slut they worship."
Laura whimpered. Her fingers rubbed her throbbing clit.
Another flash of a busty, dark haired woman, her face flushed and twisted in ahegao. A man stood behind her, holding her up as his cock pumped in and out of her. Thick strands of drool fell from the corner of her mouth to the ground. She was dressed in a short skirt and a crop top that had fallen to reveal a breast with a large nipple that bounced up and down. A hand print had left a mark on her ass.
"Hentai sluts get what they want from their Goon Doll. Goon Dolls are so desperate to serve their Hentai Sluts. Buying Hentai Slut products on HentaiSluts.net is like an orgasm for Goon Dolls. It's the only relief they can understand."
A raven haired woman appeared, her face flushed with desire and lust as her fingers plunged into her dripping wet slit.
The hum inside the room increased. Laura heard it vibrating through her skull and into her brain, filling her with an unbearable heat that made every part of her body tingle with an almost unbearable intensity. The words flashed on the screen, echoing around her mind, searing into her brain and replacing what was with what would be.
Laura watched as a blonde girl on the screen came hard. She arched her back and thrust her chest outwards, her large, round tits jiggling as her body shuddered in pleasure. Cum spurted from her pussy as she moaned, and Laura felt a twinge of jealousy, of need, of longing. Her own fingers rubbed furiously, desperately trying to coax an orgasm out of her aching sex, but it wasn't happening, and Laura's frustration built to the breaking point.
Laura moaned, and her head fell back against her couch. Her fingers worked her clit faster, but she knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she wouldn't find release.
"Goon Dolls imagine other women are Hentai Sluts. Goon Dolls are obsessed with Hentai Sluts. It's the only thing on Goon Dolls' minds. Hentai Sluts. Hentai Sluts. Hentai Sluts."
Laura felt her body shake as the voice spoke inside her head, as though the speaker was sitting next to her, whispering in her ear.
"Goon Dolls can only think of their obsession, and their desire to please their Hentai Slut, and the way they will edge for eternity."
She could no longer keep track of how many times she'd seen that blonde girl on the screen cum. Her pussy gushed cum, her large tits bounced, and her mouth opened in an O-shape, as the voice whispered into Laura's mind. She felt the heat of arousal burning in her veins, her nipples hardening against her blouse.
"Goon Dolls want to obey, and obey and obey and obey."
Laura moaned softly as she heard the words, the sound coming from her lips unbidden. Her hips rocked forward as her fingers moved more urgently against her clit.
"Goon Dolls want to submit to their Hentai Slut. They will spend their time edging. They will buy Hentai Slut products at Hentai Sluts Dot Net."
Finally the parade of hentai images, spiral and sultry voice stopped. The screen went black, and the humming faded to nothingness, leaving only the soft sound of Laura's labored breathing, her body still tingling with the remnants of arousal.
Laura's mind slowly returned to reality. The images, voice and spiral fading as her brain began to reboot and restart her normal functions.
Her hands slowly stopped rubbing and teasing her sex and nipple, her body trembling slightly as her arousal gradually ebbed away, leaving her feeling spent but unsatisfied, a deep longing still aching in the core of her sex.
Pouting, she opened her browser. It opened to the page that had previously been on display.
HentaiSluts.net.
A webpage that claimed to sell hentai themed merchandise, including panties, t-shirts, and other assorted knick-knacks. A beautiful woman was on display as the model. Large, round, perky breasts, wide hips and an ass that would put a peach to shame. She wore a pink bikini top that was clearly a struggle to contain her massive mammaries and a pink skirt that barely contained the bottom half of her.
Laura felt an odd sensation as she stared at the woman. Her pussy throbbed. A deep, intense longing settled into the core of her being. Her hand slid down her body, under her panties. Her fingers found the nub of her clitoris, and she rubbed herself slowly. Her eyes drifted shut, and she moaned quietly as pleasure rippled through her, building inside of her as she pleasured herself to the image of this woman. This slut. This- this. "Hentai slut," she whispered. "Oh god yes. Such a Hentai Slut."
Laura's fingers moved faster as the arousal grew stronger within her, and she whimpered softly, her hips rocking gently. The other hand navigated to the registration. She quickly signed up for an account. It took only moments to type out all the necessary information, including her name, email address, billing address, phone number and a username, password and security questions. The registration finished without incident.
GoonDoll_Laura_67 was ready to obey.
Within seconds she had access to everything the site had to offer. Simple fan products, over sex toys down to singular images, short clips and full length anime episodes. She scrolled through it all with her fingers moving faster, harder, rubbing her aching sex. Her pussy clenched, and her hips jerked, and she moaned, her arousal rising.
"Oh god." she moaned. She scrolled past the t-shirt and panties, past the figures and posters, past the pillows and plushies. All the while her arousal built, and built and built until finally, her body shuddered. Her hips bucked.
And nothing. No orgasm came, just a deep longing, an aching emptiness, a desperate need to cum, and it wouldn't come.
"No." she moaned, her finger desperately moving, faster, harder, faster, harder, harder, harder! And yet, no matter how much she rubbed her clit, no matter how much she pleasured herself, the orgasm simply wouldn't come. "Fuck. I- I need to- to cum." She whined softly. Her arousal grew, her body shivered with the intensity of her desire.
She had to buy something. To spend money on this site. On these -- Hentai Sluts. Her pussy throbbed.
Delirious she put the first twenty four minute hentai into the cart. A bimbofied blonde with massive tits, impossible hips, and a large bubbly butt in a school girl uniform. The hentai in question had her bound to the wall with a dildo up her pussy and another in her mouth.
She purchased it.
Her arousal spiked, and for a moment, a blissful moment, her body shuddered, her sex clenching and her fingers moving faster. And then, just as quickly as the moment had come, it was gone, and the arousal ebbed away, her pussy still throbbing with an aching emptiness.
"Fuck. I- I need- need to buy something else," she said, panting and desperate. "Need more."
She added the matching poster of the blonde in her school uniform to her cart, along with the matching clothes. She was going to buy all the Hentai Slut products from "College Student hypnotized! New Campus Bimbo Whore appears!"
GoonDoll_Laura_67 loved to please her Hentai Slut. Hanamura Kikyou, or Kiki, deserved a good Goon Doll. She would make it so easy. Just edge, spend money and time on her. On the products of her. On everything she wanted.
The poster and clothes would arrive tomorrow. The first episode downloaded. GoonDoll_Laura_67 couldn't wait. And the best thing. Kiki was only the first Hentai Slut in the "hypnotized!" series. Already the market place recommended the other series. There was also Professor Nakamura from "Teacher hypnotized! Sexy Education!" Or Akame Sora from "Detective hypnotized! Going Under Cover!"
And so many others.
It didn't take GoonDoll_Laura_67 too long to order. She clicked purchase again and again. The high of spending her money on these Hentai Sluts. These products. It was so good. It was better than an orgasm.
The Goon Doll closed her eyes, the images from her screen still flashing in the darkness behind her eyelids. Dreams filled with fantasies of being a mindless, bimbo whore just like Kiki-chan spread inside her mind.
After all, a Goon Doll needs money to please her Hentai Sluts. And what would be better than to use all they taught her. It wasn't like GoonDoll_Laura_67 had anything besides gooning and Hentai Sluts inside her brain.
