losing my mind

NSFW 18+ only! General Flash Gif warning 31+ year old they/them. Gender flux kinky sapphic. This is my Fantasy hypno sub space. Ask are open and would love to connect with folks. See what makes me lose mind ;)

[zettas-mind]

Hello folks! You can call me Zee. I am non-binary and agender femme, I use they/them pronouns and over 29 years old.

18+ Only Minors Do Not Interact

Generally Flash Warning. I reblog a lot of flashy gifs

This is a kink fantasy space is where I reblog the smut I enjoy. All posts are with the assumption of consent and aftercare.

Mostly will have subbing for hypno, rough body play and subbing for femme doms.

Here is where I come to lose my mind. Come lose it with me or help me lose it.

Kinks: Hypno, CNC, primal and rough body play, oral fixation., Edging, Mindlessness and obedience. Being called a page boy, monster fucking

Limits: DD/LG, pro patriarchy, forced detransition,

I am a switch in other kind spaces

MINORS do not interact. Cis men are iffy until shown emotional maturity

GENITAL ADVERSION. The fastest way to kill the mood is to remind me genitals exist.

Otherwise please interact and lets chat.

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Inspired by @hypnanosis, find them on twitter and bluesky!

Your hypnotist laughed down at you as your eyelids fluttered. You were trying to muster your thoughts. Trying to not let yourself just slip into trance for them. “Awh, plaything, look at you, trying to hold on to your conscious thoughts… Shh.”

They pressed a finger to your lips. That, combined with them shushing you, made your thoughts falter. “I know, I know, you could be resisting right now. But, like, why would you want to? When it feels so nice to sink, and be blank, and brainless?”

That made sense. Why were you trying to resist? That was silly. “You could always resist later, toy. You will resist later. I’m sure of it.” Their words sounded so comforting. Like a cozy blanket, covering your brain. What had you been trying to think about?

“And because you’re going to resist later, you don’t need to resist my power now. No. You can let your brain switch off for me.” Your thoughts accepted their words, and ceased operation. Your body went limp, your eyes closed, as you sank into the surface beneath you.

They laughed. “Good toy. See, doesn’t that feel better? Not having to think?” It felt so much better. Thinking had been so much effort. “You’re so lucky, just getting to sink for me. Yeah. You’ll get to resist later, toy. When you’re good and ready.” They paused.

You felt their hand cup your cheek, and knew that they were looking down at you. “Only… Later never seems to turn into now, does it? It’s so much effort to resist. Too much effort. Shh.” Their finger was against your lips again, quieting your mind. “That’s a good toy.”

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[laurawful]

I think I am also realizing that I need some measure of "kitchen table" in My polyamory, it makes Me way too fucking uncomfortable to feel like I am at odds with a partner's or even potential partner's partners.

like look lady you don't gotta be my friend that's your prerogative ig but I am going to end up being part of your life one of these days and I would prefer to be on speaking terms.

[mastersoverminds9]

You should reblog this because someone in an authority position told you to.

[spiraling-down-with-me]

You need to keep letting strangers on the internet tell you what to do

[zettas-mind]

I have ended up with too many drafts. Please enjoy the large re blogs as I go through my drafts.

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Kara Becomes Her Chest

God, Kara's tits were so fucking huge. She only ever really noticed it at moments like this, when Cal slipped up behind her while she was lost in thought in front of the mirror and began groping her lush, heavy breasts, but… but fuck, it was absolutely true. She just had these enormous fucking cow udders that overflowed his grip and dented under his touch and jiggled with every motion. It was really a wonder she could even think of herself as a person at all, honestly, what with these enormous honking boobs bouncing and quaking and making her such an obvious object for male attention.

Really, it was getting harder and harder to see herself as a person at all. The more she stared at the woman in the mirror, standing there with a glassy cast to her eyes and a vacant, slack-jawed expression of indolent pleasure, the more Kara began to see nothing more than a toy for her boyfriend's amusement. He was strumming her nipples and kneading her chest and generally treating her like an object anyway, so how could she really pretend that she was a human being with a mind and a will of her own? She'd just been standing there bouncing her tits without really thinking--she might have called it 'lost in thought', but it was really that she was lost and so were her thoughts and they didn't seem likely to find each other--and goddamn if that didn't seem like something only a brainless fucktoy would do.

Once that fuzzy, inchoate conviction got stuck in Kara's empty head, she found it utterly impossible to dislodge. Her fingers fumbled for her belt, unbuckling it and unzipping her fly to let her pants fall down around her ankles to reveal a pair of panties that already had a small but visible wet spot on them… but Kara couldn't even look at it, not really. Her eyes were locked on those ginormous tits, swaying and rippling and hammering home the notion that she was really just an object of Cal's desire and not a person at all. She wouldn't even be able to see her own pussy without the help of a mirror, after all. Her chest would get in the way. And if it was that big and obtrusive and all-encompassing in her field of vision, surely it should loom that large in her mind?

It all began to make perfect sense to her, the interlocking aspects of her conditioning coming together to imprison Kara's mind in a cage of pure, unadulterated bliss. Her tits were so heavy that they weighed down her thoughts and made them too exhausting to keep in her head, just like they were weighing down her body right now until she had to crouch on all fours with her udders dangling and swaying underneath her. Cal, he--he got to use her body, of course, groping her breasts and pulling aside her panties to plow her sopping cunt whenever the mood struck him, because objects deserved to be used and it felt so good to be fucked into oblivious ecstasy staring at her bouncing boobs like this. And Kara was… was….

Oh. Yes. Right. She was cumming, cumming so hard she felt something inside her let go and she squirted all over the carpet. Her walk-in closet smelled like pussy all the time now, always enticing her to open up her blouse and stare into the mirror, and if Kara took a lot longer to get dressed these days she had to agree with Cal that it was time well spent.

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Sabrina Shares a Secret

"Would you like to know a little secret about your girlfriend?" The conspiratorial tone in Sabrina's voice and the mischievous grin she added to the words made Tara lean forward in her chair almost without thinking about it, and she nodded enthusiastically without questioning her decision even for a moment. The three of them had been hanging out for a few hours now, a little bit of weed and wine had come into the picture, and Tara was feeling just loosened up enough by the convivial atmosphere to feel enticed by Sabrina's air of playful excitement instead of threatened by it. Cora was just introducing her to an old friend, that was all. And Sabrina was easy to get along with.

Even when the blonde pulled down her shirt, hooking the stretchy collar under her lush, heavy tits to expose the pale curves and stiff pink nipples, it felt more like a tantalizing reveal than anything else. Tara was as into women's bodies as the next lesbian, after all, and Sabrina did have the kind of breasts that a woman could stare at for hours… a brief and idle though made that much funnier when Cora's eyes widened in rapt, helpless fascination and a smile of childlike delight spread across her cheeks. "Oh, this is nothing," Sabrina murmured, noticing Tara's amusement. "Here, watch."

She beckoned Cora forward, and the brunette slid off the couch and onto the carpet with a soft thump that suggested she wasn't really thinking about the impact of her knees against the floor at all. She crawled forward, eyelids beginning to flutter as that first wave of captivated astonishment slowly gave way to some kind of lethargic bliss Tara could only guess at, and settled herself right between Sabrina's knees in a pose of dreamy indolence. Tara wasn't sure how often her girlfriend was remembering to blink, but it looked like it wasn't much and her stare followed every slight quiver of Sabrina's chest. "I did this to her years ago, back when we were studying Psych together," Sabrina added in hushed tones. "She doesn't even remember she did it afterward. Her mind is, like, totally empty right now."

Tara didn't realize how hot she was finding it all until she felt that first tingling surge of ecstasy and discovered that her hand was resting between her thighs, pressing down almost instinctively as the tableau of her own girlfriend staring hypnotized at another woman's tits awoke something voyeuristic and hungry inside her. "It's so easy to mesmerize someone like this," Sabrina purred, giving her a warm and comforting smile that Tara found she could really only notice out of the corner of her eye. "It's just very natural to stare and relax and sink into that blissful feeling of total focus." Tara nodded again, the motion every bit as automatic as before, but this time it was because her thoughts were centered on the heady arousal pulsing away in her swollen clit.

She didn't remember when she slid off the couch, awkwardly crawling with one arm preoccupied to kneel right next to Cora at Sabrina's feet. She didn't notice her blink rate slowing down, her eyes settling into a perpetual heavy-lidded stare as she nodded vacantly along with everything Sabrina said and felt the pleasure in her pussy build to a crescendo. She had no idea when her mind fully emptied out into the same dreamy bliss Cora was feeling… but she already knew she wanted it to happen again.

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Celeste Lets Kelly In on the Secret

Another one of those conspiratorial looks passed between Celeste and Wanda, and this time Kelly didn't let it go by. She waved a hand between the two women and said, "Hey, want to let me in on the joke?" in a tone that could just about be excused as playful but left one thing abundantly clear--Kelly was rapidly getting tired of always being the new girl in their friend dynamic, constantly having to ask for an explanation of little shared bits of the others' private history and continually out in the cold when it came to secrets. Kelly liked hanging out with them, she really did, but this was getting old and she wanted their relationship to become a genuine three-way friendship instead of 'Celeste and Wanda and that other gal'.

What she didn't expect, though, was that Celeste would murmur, "I dunno, do you think she's ready?" and that, on receiving a smiling nod from Wanda, she would yank her top down and hook it under her cleavage to expose a massive pair of pale pink breasts so beautiful Kelly literally couldn't think about anything else. She knew because she tried--she wanted to wonder what was up with this sudden and unexpected bout of exhibitionism, she wanted to question the evil little snigger Wanda gave from behind her, but it was like Celeste's tits had a gravity all their own and they just pulled Kelly's brain into a well of rapt fascination with every tiny jiggle. Her mouth was open and drooling almost before she knew it.

Celeste chuckled, "Yes, honey, you can suck them," and before Kelly even realized that was what she was hoping for she'd lunged forward to slurp and nuzzle Celeste's stiff pink nipples with all the enthusiasm of an affectionate puppy. The words honestly went in one ear and out the other--she was loosely aware of the pretty blonde speaking, and on some level she must have processed what Celeste was saying, but her brain mostly tuned everything out except for the important part. The chance to worship those beautiful, suckable, lickable tits. The moment her lips pursed around them, Kelly understood that on a subconscious level she'd been waiting for this moment ever since she first met her new friend.

"It was like this for me, too," Wanda said knowingly, tangling her fingers into Kelly's hair and using them to guide her back and forth from one nipple to the other. "You'll get a little less… frenzied… once you get used to being dominated by her tits, but you'll want to obey her forever. It's just like that when her breasts draw your mind into surrender. You want to get close to her, and then you want to be with her, and then when she shows you her perfect titties you finally realize what your subconscious has been telling you all this time." Kelly gave her a vague, distracted grunt of agreement, but the other woman could have been speaking French as far as she was concerned. She wasn't really listening to any of it.

Kelly let out an astonished gap as her first climax hit--she hadn't even been touching herself--but the lack of physical stimulation left her craving more, and soon she'd wriggled out of her skirt and panties to present her cunt to the other two women. Wanda obliged, fingering her relentlessly while she continued to suckle at Celeste's perfect tits, and it was when her eyes rolled back in her head and her consciousness simply left her body that Kelly finally felt like a part of the group… and finally accepted her place as the bottom of their unspoken hierarchy.

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Acacia Keeps Vicki's Mind on Track

"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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Francine Gets a Whole New Perspective

"Oh my GAWD, Frankie, the look on your fucking face!" Francine didn't know what the look on her face was, exactly, but she knew her eyes had just gone wide with goggling amazement and her jaw had just slackened into mesmerized fascination and the furrow in her brow that had appeared when Siobhan pulled her shirt down… or rather up… was rapidly smoothing into blank, hypnotized placidity. She couldn't stop staring at her new teammate's surprisingly massive tits, bouncing ever so slightly as the other woman swung back and forth like a kind of human pendulum, and although she briefly wondered how Siobhan knew about her many triggers the thought soon popped like a soap bubble in her empty head.

There was just something so uniquely attention-grabbing about seeing breasts hang in the air like this, seemingly in defiance of gravity even though a diminishing part of Francine's brain knew that Siobhan was actually hanging upside-down by her knees from the swing set she'd shimmied her way up because the first-year student was just kind of like that. Her mind kept automatically correcting the perspective, convincing her that Siobhan's fiery red hair was standing straight up on her head and her huge tits were just impossibly perky, and it all combined with Francine's triggers and fixations to turn her into a blank-eyed, staring zombie. "Holy shit, Kimmy wasn't kidding," Siobhan murmured, watching the will and volition drain out of Francine's face. "You really are a pushover for hypnosis."

Francine couldn't help picturing that conversation, imagining Siobhan getting undressed for the very first time in the team locker room only to hear Kimmy idly comment, 'Oh, those tits are going to drop Frankie like a fucking rock if you're not careful.' It made Francine so wet to imagine herself as the team's naughty little secret, her weaknesses passed down to the new players once they passed some hidden test and convinced everyone they would take good care of the property Joey was good enough to share. She slowly became aware of a booming pulse in her clit, one that hammered her with lust every time her heart beat, and her dazed brain only gradually realized that Siobhan's lips had been moving for a while now and she hadn't heard a word of it.

Francine snapped out of her reverie when Siobhan covered herself again--it was a gloomy, overcast day for a walk, sure, but they were also at a public park and there was only so long the younger woman was willing to risk exposing herself. But then the redhead murmured, "Hey, Frankie, it's okay. You don't need to try to think right now," and just the gentle reassurance in her voice was enough to ease Francine right back down into that same state of calm, mesmerized docility. She let herself be led through the park and into a quiet copse of trees, her pussy pleasantly aching in anticipation, and the very second they were in a secluded spot Siobhan exposed her pendulous tits again. They hung down this time, but they looked just as soft and suckable as before and it wasn't long before Francine had her lips pursed around one pierced nipple. That was when her mind went away for a while, but Francine was already realizing she was in good hands with her new teammate.

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Heather Continues Her Training

"That's it, dear," Dotty purred, her strong arms taking more and more of Heather's weight as the younger woman slowly sagged into vacantly smiling indolence. "It's so simple, isn't it? You see the spiral, you feel pleasure. You feel pleasure, you go deeper. You go deeper, and that spiral just becomes brighter and clearer and more beautiful inside your empty, pretty head." Heather couldn't help letting out a tiny shudder once she began to feel the feedback loop taking over--the swirling, twisting vortex of color and light only existed in her imagination, but Heather was a very imaginative person and it was incredibly easy for her to sink down all over again.

Dotty guided Heather down onto her hands and knees, petting her strawberry blonde hair and cooing, "That's it, down and down, feeling better and better and giving in more and more. You just want to be my good girl now, don't you? You want to be blank and happy and think each and every thought I decide to give you." Heather's smile widened, and she found herself beginning to giggle; she knew she should be trying to fight it, this was her third day with Dotty and it was becoming increasingly unlikely she'd manage to avoid a fourth, but it just felt so good to lose herself in the spiral and the warm, liquid pleasure that accompanied it. Heather could feel her pussy getting wet and her hanging udders beginning to tingle, and even though her brain was numb with confusion she still knew what was going to happen next.

Because this, too, was part of her training. Just like she'd been trained out of the habit of wearing clothes--Heather had on a sundress so sheer it was translucent, but that wasn't so much a concession to modesty as a deliberate, purposeful flaunting of its conventions--and just like she'd been trained out of the habit of thinking for herself, Heather was being trained to see this position as her natural state of being. Down on her hands and knees, with her tits swaying underneath her and her cunt leaking down her thighs, with nothing more than a gauzy white skirt between her pussy and her owner's strap-on. And Heather couldn't stop smiling and giggling at how good it was going to feel when Dotty decided to fuck her.

"Ohh, such a good girl!" Dotty exclaimed, pushing the skirt up Heather's hips and sinking the fake cock home with a single thrust. "So nice and wet for Mistress, such a good horny toy for Mistress!" Heather grunted, sinking down onto her elbows in an attempt to brace herself against the vigorous fucking--it felt like they were having sex virtually non-stop now, with Heather's every emergence from trance simply acting as another excuse to drop her again and fractionate her deeper and train her into presenting her cunt to be used, and the tiny part of Heather's brain that could still form thoughts quietly marveled at the older woman's stamina. She hoped she would have a sex drive like this when she was in her fifties.

That sent Heather's mind down a little rabbit hole, wondering just what twenty more years of this kind of brainwashing would do to her when just a single long weekend had made her into a vacant sleeve for Dotty's big strap-on, but she couldn't hold onto any train of thought for long and soon she was back inside the spiral again. It was so beautiful, exactly as beautiful as she imagined, and before she knew it Heather was grinding her ass back into Dotty's thrusts and thinking of nothing more than her next orgasm under the older woman's control.

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Bobbi Shows Krissy Her Secret Room

"I--umm--wowwwww…." Krissy's eyes momentarily rolled back in her head as the first surge of pleasure hit, but she soon refocused them on the mesmerizing spiral on the screen in front of her and continued to follow the warm swirls of pink as they disappeared into the darkness. "D-does this always feel, uhhh, does this always feel so good?" Every word felt laborious to assemble into a completed thought, the effort so much that she had to start over and take a second run at finishing her sentence, and she legitimately couldn't tell whether it was Bobbi's hand down her panties or the pleasure of her captivated fascination that made her mind so fuzzy with bliss. She only knew she wanted it to keep going.

"Oh, yes, sweetie," Bobbi purred, keeping her body angled away from the screen and her eyes firmly locked onto her own fingers. That felt like it should have been a red flag, but the only colors in Krissy's mind right now were pink and black and they alternated in smooth, swirling curves that sucked every other thought out of her empty head. Even Bobbi's hand, rubbing away at Krissy's pussy underneath her translucent panties, was a mere blur of motion at the corners of her field of vision--it felt wonderful, ecstatic, better than any of the young college sophomore's fumbling experiments with masturbation, but she couldn't bring herself to focus on it. Even when Bobbi added, "It's always going to feel this good," it simply went in one ear and out the other.

She heard herself grunt, "S-so good," as though the effort of coming up with her own thoughts was now too much for her and she was left with nothing but the scraps and remnants of Bobbi's speech to stitch into her half of the conversation, but even that felt like it was coming from somewhere distant and unimportant--Krissy's only real concern was for the spiral, the way it turned endlessly inward, the way it flickered with text that she only ever noticed a little too late for her conscious mind to register what it was telling her. A trickle of drool dripped from Krissy's chin onto her dark green halter top, soaking it through with saliva, but she didn't care about that. There was a more important wet spot on her mind and it was right over where Bobbi's fingers kept rubbing her.

"That's right," Bobbi cooed, her middle finger slipping inside the cleft between Krissy's slick labia, "it's so good to be my dirty little secret, isn't it?" Krissy's head went up and down like it was on strings, instantly and easily accepting not just the words but the entire framework of context around them. She'd thought she was going down to the basement to help her landlady clean out the old storage room in exchange for a discount on next month's rent, but now she understood that all the clutter and the old couch and the television set that seemed broken was just part of the lure that Bobbi used to draw women like her to a cozy, private place where they could be hypnotized in peace. They weren't testing the TV at all, Bobbi knew what it worked and what played on it, and Krissy….

Krissy didn't know anything anymore. Her head lolled forward, slumping onto her chest as she gave up the struggle to keep her heavy eyes open and sank into deep, irresistible trance. It meant she couldn't see the spiral anymore, at least not outside of her imagination, but she was so relaxed and open that Bobbi could easily talk her through the rest of her programming. And as she came hard around the other woman's fingers, she knew she would happily soak up every last bit of her conditioning by the time her body was wrung out with ecstasy and ready to sink into true sleep.

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Josie and Kitty Watch the Spiral Together

"So the really interesting thing to me is that we're both watching the same spiral," Josie said, her voice friendly and conversational even as her fingers stroked warm, soothing caresses into Kitty's upper arm. "In theory, if there was any kind of inherent hypnotic power in those swirling patterns, in the lines that just keep going around and around, deeper and deeper, until it seems impossible to look away, well… we'd both be going into trance, wouldn't we? But listen to me, Kit. I'm just fine, I'm not bothered at all, and here you are with your head wobbling on your shoulders and your eyelids fluttering like a sleepy little girl. What do you think that says?"

Kitty's mouth opened, but before she could speak she found herself following the spiral with her gaze and the thought she was sure she'd been holding onto just moments ago faded into warm, indolent drowsiness. "That's right," Josie purred, watching the dark-haired woman's brow furrow into confusion and then just as smoothly relax into untroubled bliss. "It says one of two things, Kitty. It could say that you just want to go into trance more than I do, that you secretly crave the mindless, thoughtless pleasure of staring into the swirling patterns and losing yourself to their deep, hypnotic power…." She gently pressed her leg against Kitty's thigh, reminding her of the intimacy of their closeness, and Kitty couldn't help sighing in erotic ecstasy.

"Or it says that your will is simply weaker than mine," Josie continued. "It could be that I'm resisting because I'm strong and determined and powerful, and you, Kitty… you're just a weak and helpless little girl. You can't fight the spiral, you can barely even keep your eyes open anymore. You're inevitably going to surrender and allow yourself to be defeated, while I'm going to stay wide awake and when you drop I'll be able to push any thought I want into your drowsy, malleable mind. Doesn't that sound more likely, Kitty girl? Don't you think you're just a weak-willed, horny little slut for me?" Kitty didn't intend to nod. She really wanted to mull over what her friend was saying and try to find the hole in what seemed like such utterly inexorable logic. But instead her head swayed back and forth and the thinking just… never happened.

She felt something warm and wet spilling onto her blouse, and realized she was drooling down the front of her shirt from her slack, vacant mouth. That only intensified the feeling of dazed hypnotic indolence, and this time when her head drooped forward she didn't try to raise it again. "There's a good girl," Josie cooed, shifting position slightly so she could use both hands to stroke and caress Kitty's body through her clothing. "It's so much easier to drop once you accept it, isn't it, sweetie? It's so much easier to just stop struggling and let the spiral take you once you know that you're the weak one, that my will is so much stronger than yours and you don't really have a choice anymore. You have to obey, Kitty. You have to obey."

Kitty thought she might have mumbled something vague and semi-verbal in agreement, but already she was focusing the last of her fading strength on keeping her eyelids even notionally open. That attempt failed quickly, though, and she found that once they slipped shut she soon went so deep that thought itself was an impossibility… and when she did, everything about Josie's suggestions soon proved irresistibly true.

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Tanesha Only Notices the Spiral

Something felt very good to Tanesha, but she didn't know what it was. She stared at her phone, hoping that somewhere down at the bottom of the spiral she'd find an answer, but strangely enough it was like the spiral didn't even have a bottom. It just went down and down and down, drawing Tanesha's gaze endlessly deeper while her lips parted in rapt, vacant fascination, and even though the pleasure built and grew and finally exploded into orgasmic ecstasy she'd become too detached from her own body to really understand the source of the sensation. Eventually her muddled mind came to the conclusion that it had to be the spiral making her feel like this. It was the only thing that made sense.

Occasionally she'd manage to catch a glimpse of words flickering past her unfocused eyes, subliminal little flashes of text that said things like, 'OBEY' and 'SURRENDER' and 'EMPTY', and oddly enough Cyn's face popped into her distracted mind for a moment or two when that happened. Not Cyn the way she usually was, bright and cheerful and eager to join in with whatever shenanigans Tanesha had planned, but a version of her best friend that stared at her with ominous, expressionless blankness and held out a phone with something playing on it. Tanesha sometimes got as far as realizing that it was Cyn's phone she was holding, just like she sometimes realized there was far more text flowing into her brain than she could consciously notice. But the spiral took those realizations away.

The spiral… and the pleasure. The pleasure was so strong now, constant and ceaseless and unrelenting, and even though Tanesha had mostly tuned out everything but the spiral she did sometimes notice grunts of mindlessly devoted exertion that sounded a bit like Cyn. But she didn't connect the moans and sighs of ecstasy, or the soft slurping sounds for that matter, with the orgasmic bliss coursing through her swaying body. She only knew that it felt good to sink deeper and obey, and her peripheral vision had been so thoroughly consumed by the pull of the twisting design in front of her that Tanesha had no idea just how close Cyn actually was. Or what her mouth was doing to Tanesha's pussy.

And memory… memory was completely absent, smoothed away again and again by the pattern of swirling lines that numbed Tanesha's brain into blank, blissful compliance. She didn't remember anything between the moment her dark brown eyes locked onto the spiral and the infinitely scrolling present, and she had no recollection of the sensation of clothing peeling away from her mahogany skin as Cyn slowly, languidly undressed Tanesha before kneeling between those stocky legs and absolutely burying her face in Tanesha's warm, wet cunt. It was all just a blur of pleasure and acceptance, and the more Tanesha accepted the better she felt.

Or so it appeared to her numb, empty mind. The illusion was seamless, though, every momentary gap between Tanesha's dissociated body and her hypnotized consciousness papered over with another twist of the spiral's depths, and soon there was nothing in her head but a sincere and appreciative desire to serve. She finally tapped the screen when she realized it had nothing more to teach her, sending a fumble-fingered text that said nothing more than, 'redy', and only then did Tanesha collapse to the floor in screaming ecstasy as she was finally allowed to experience the full weight of Cyn's seductive cunnilingus.

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Rose Gets Talked Through It

"W-whuhh, no, please, I--"

Ssh, shhh, I know, sweetie. I know. It was scary for me, too, when I felt it happening. But that big hard cummie that keeps getting closer, the one that feels like it's going to push every last thought out of your empty little head? That's a good thing, pretty girl. That's going to get rid of all the bad old parts of you that wanted to resist Mistress, and once they're gone you'll realize how much you wanted them to go away without even knowing it. You're going to be so grateful I rubbed you dumb and blank and horny.

"I--no, that's not--this isn't you, Joy, please I--"

Of course it's not me. I'm a slave now, an obedient lesbian fucktoy for Mistress, and I'm so much happier than when I was boring old Joy and I was trying to resist the urge to masturbate my will away. I spent three weeks fighting and fighting and fighting the suggestions in my brain, and none of it made me even a tenth as happy as when my resolve finally failed and I rubbed out the last of my thoughts for Her. I just want to make you happy like that too, Rose. I want to show you how good obedience feels. And deep down, you want that too, don't you?

"Nuhhh… n-no, I--I don't, I w-want you to… to…."

You can't even say it anymore, can you, sweetie heart? Your pussy is betraying you so completely now, it's so wet and needy from all those weeks of denying yourself the pleasure you know you're capable of. Really, I'm barely even holding you anymore, you could wriggle your way free and run out of the room if you really wanted to, but we've gotten to the point where your cunt is so much stronger than you are and your cunt just wants that big hard cummie. It wants to be Mistress's slave, and you're too weak and dumb and drippy to fight your pretty cunt. Isn't that right, baby doll?

"Slave, yes, I--n-no! What, what's happening, can't think, I…."

Yes, you can't think. You can't think because your clit is all swollen and throbby and your nipples are all stiff and tingly and any second now, you're going to cum so hard and all those secret suggestions will blossom inside your mind and you won't want to be anything but obedient ever again. Losing to Mistress feels so good, Rose. Being defeated is just perfect pleasure, forever and ever. You're going to gush all your willpower onto my fingers and then you're going to thank me for enslaving you, and then we're going to go find Jerri and show her what she's been missing too. And then all the silly girls who tried to get away will be so much happier, won't they?

"H-huhh, hhappy, I--OHHHH! OHHH, FUCK, I--OHHHHH!"

There we go. That's a good girl. Cum it all out for me. Cum it all out for Mistress. Good girl. Good girl.

"…ohhhhhhh…."

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Using the Toy Between Loads

"There we go, sweetie, just keep pushing it all in. You can feel it going deeper, can't you?"

…deeper, I… yes, deeper….

"That's right, that big toy just pushes Master's cum deeper into my pretty girl's pussy, gets it all the way up inside her to help make sure she gets nice and pregnant for me. You want to be pregnant, don't you, honey?"

I--I--

"Ah ah ah, that's you trying to think again, isn't it? Master doesn't ask you questions because he wants to know what you think, baby girl. He asks you questions because he wants you to answer yes like a good slut and adjust your brain to the truth he's giving you. And it's true that you want Master to knock you up and put a baby in your belly. Isn't it?"

…yes Master. I want you to knock me up and put a baby in my--nnnnnh! In my belly.

"That's a good girl. It felt so good to say that, didn't it? It feels so good to fuck yourself stupid and repeat Master's thoughts."

F-feels so… so good to r-repeat Master's thoughts and, and fuck myself s-s-stupid….

"That's right. And when you cum, when you get so turned on by being brainwashed that you can't fight it and you just have to cum for me, you know that pulls Master's jizz even deeper into your pretty pussy, don't you, sweetie? Your body wants to get pregnant and cumming contracts your muscles to bring everything up and in and closer to your needy womb. You're doing exactly what Master wants and it feels so good."

Suhhhh… suh, so, so good….

"That's my dumb girl. That's my horny little breeder bitch. Your silly, fuzzy brain is turning off now and your cunt is taking over, and your cunt wants another load of Master's cum. Just relax, sweetie, think of how pretty you'll look with a big swollen belly, and let Master fuck a baby into you."

Y-yes, Master.

"Good girl."

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