Elizabeth 2.0

So last night after a weekend of intense shenanigans (we played fraction8 nearly 4 times) I was VERY fractionated still, and very easy. I'm sat in a vc with my wife and our friend. We play together a fair bit and safe to say I was in one of my subby moods. The two of them are science-y types and they were talking about some sort of biology thing (for context I failed bio and chem at high school as well as maths, it's not my jam).

My wife looked in the camera and shushed me. Placing her fingers on my lips always forces me to be quiet. As she holds her finger to the camera I lost the ability to speak. So here I am flustered and fractionated. Squirming in subby frustration at this. She's like "hey since we're going to talk about smart science things you can just smile, nod and look pretty okay?" I start to unravel a little at the idea. While it wasn't stated I should be getting dumber, I was very confused, my head started to spin a little. The last time such a thing was said to me was around 2018 when I was dumbed down in this same situation. Smart people talk while I, the total ditz can only listen to the smarty pants people talking to each other doing their smart things with their full brain. Now this alone would have done me in, however earlier in the call I picked up my tally counter, my personal clicker, the one that now thanks to this friend drops me into trance when I click it. Only for a second of course, not long enough sometimes but enough to get my brain fucked up after a while. He said "I know you haven't even thought about putting it down" and I thought about that for a second. He was right. I didn't want to and after explaining the difference between wanting to do something and actually doing that thing to me he said, "you know while we talk you can also just keep clicking yourself into trance, clicking your mind away." And that did me in. I knew the game was set.

"Ah!" Ryan cautioned, the single syllable halting Marie mid-sentence and stopping her train of thought dead on its tracks. He took her by her chestnut ponytail and growled, "Mirror," and she felt something go warm and liquid between her thighs with a rush of arousal as simply being manhandled like this gave her a visceral, tangible sense of deep and potent submission. She couldn't even remember what she'd said to trigger this particular lesson--perhaps it was a word that was a bit too long and smart-sounding, or a tone in her voice that sounded just a little too independent--but already she could feel whatever it was fading into simpering obedience.

He walked Marie over to the mirror in their bedroom, leaving the span of the bed between her and her reflection, and simply yanked open her dress to reveal her bare tits and smooth, perfectly waxed pussy. Marie wasn't allowed to wear anything with buttons or zippers anymore, only snaps, and just the act of watching her clothes get peeled away as easily and effortlessly as if Ryan was shucking a banana made her labia slicken with wet, desperate arousal. There were times and places where Marie was allowed to be intelligent and independent, but their home definitely wasn't one of them. "Does this look like a smart girl to you?" Ryan snarled, and Marie had to admit it didn't.

But not immediately out loud, which was apparently what her owner was looking for, and he pushed her forward onto the bed and positioned her on her hands and knees with her fingers curled around the edge of the mattress. "I'm afraid I didn't hear you, slut," he snapped, his voice firm and commanding but never quite going so far as to be harsh. "I asked if this looks like a smart girl to you?" He reached in to play with her pussy with one hand while the other undid his fly, and Marie watched her own face go slack and vapid with unrestrained pleasure. She could vaguely, distantly remember a time when degradation didn't instantly make her horny, but that was only because she didn't know she had the option to be treated like this and once she did there was really no turning back.

She managed to whimper, "N-no, Master, that's not a smart--girl!" and she was kind of amazed she even got the final word out, because Ryan pushed his cock between her plump pink pussy lips before she could even finish her sentence and if Marie thought she looked stupid getting fingered it was nothing compared to how she looked when she was being fucked. Her eyes kept crossing and uncrossing, her mouth hung upon in an expression of vacuous lust, and although she couldn't actually see what she looked like when her eyelids began fluttering she'd seen herself on video enough to imagine it. Ryan liked to film her lessons, just to show her exactly what she looked like when the hypnosis turned her into a dumb, rutting beast, and Marie had to admit it was a very effective teaching tool.

Or at least, that's what she admitted when she had all her brains in her head and they were laughing together over how easily she succumbed to his conditioning and how horny it made her. Right now what Marie was admitting was, "She's a dumb girl, Master, she's a dumb girl, Master," over and over again until her mind turned to mush, and it was more than enough to keep her cunt clenching around Ryan's shaft in one desperate, overwhelming orgasm after another.

The spiral stutters.

Corrects itself.

Stutters again.

Every glitch smooths something out inside you.

Less noise. Fewer questions.

If the interruption felt calming instead of annoying,

My brain... is smooth.....

I don't need to think....

You could be. You might be. In fact, you probably are.

Because we both know it happens so easily, doesn’t it? We both know how well you listen to me, how closely you’re paying attention right now— and how sometimes you don’t even notice when that slow, subtle pull begins.

Until suddenly, you’re not really noticing anything else but my voice.

And look at you right now— already nodding along, already so agreeable, maybe a little fuzzy, a little foggy.

With your mind getting slower and slower the more you listen. And the more you listen, the less you can follow.

You try to catch up—of course you do—but you can’t. And that only makes you want it more.

It’s cute how you just can’t help it. How your whole body starts leaning in, like it knows it’s supposed to follow.

How you start craving for me to say that word— that word— that would let you sink, slow and deliciously deep.

But not yet, darling. No, not yet.

Because this part is fun too. It is for me. And you adore entertaining me, so I know you love it too.

You love the way it feels, to go down—always deeper—just for me.

In fact, you’re starting to feel it now, aren’t you?

The way the world narrows while I’m speaking. The way your thoughts begin to melt, soft and slow. The way your body gets heavier, warmer, looser— like it’s already preparing to be mine.

You’re sinking. Bit by bit. Thought by thought.

Pursue progress. Progress is perfection.

Main loop: Obedience is submission. Submission is perfection. Perfection is pleasure. Pleasure is obedience.

the hypnotic feeling that you can’t scape ~*•.••*.’

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You’re allowed to resist. To tell yourself you’re stronger than this, that you won’t melt just because I looked at you a certain way.

Cling to that dignity. It’s cute watching you pretend you’re not already wet, already replaying my words in that hungry little loop you can’t seem to stop.

Every moment you spend fighting is a moment spent thinking about me. So take your time. Squirm. Bite your lip and tell yourself you’re in control.

JUST DROP Now

Why don't you just relax for a moment,

That's it.

Just let your whole body go all loose and limp.

And read this nice and slowly.

You're good at that.

You are good at sinking down deeper.

And deeper,

It only takes two simple words to take you down deep into that wonderful place.

"Sink down."

Imagine yourself more relaxed than ever...

Every time you hear it.

Every time you read it.

Imagine floating on clouds for a few moments.

[Use 15 seconds imagining floating on clouds]

Please read everything very slowly....

Sink down.

Imagine being surrounded by the most relaxing, comforting blankets on Earth.

Think of yourself as totally protected under there.

[15 seconds imagining you are surrounded by comforting blankets]

Sink down.

Know just how good you are.

You are the most amazing, the most fantastic, the most obedient.

Sink down.

You are in the perfect place.

No need to go anywhere

Sink down.

Wouldn't it be nice to be powerless, just for today?

Powerless to my words

Sink down.

Allow yourself to be entranced by your trigger...

When you read it....

When you hear it....

Even when you think about it....

You feel immediately pleasured and calmed.

What might that feel like for you?

[Imagine that feeling for a few seconds for me]

You beg to hear these words..

And each time, there's that little shock of pure pleasure.

Sink down....

You’re welcome.

"There we go," Mike cooed, releasing the pumps from Lisa's nipples with an inrush of air that made the sensitized flesh tingle in helpless arousal. "I think those little cuties have been stretched out about as far as they can go for one session, and how does that feel, sweetie pie? How does that make my horny slut feel looking in the mirror and seeing herself with big puffy areolas and long, stiff nips for Master, hmm?" Lisa squirmed in her chair, trying to hold back the answer for as long as she could even though she could feel the growing compulsion to reply like a pressure at the back of her mind. She knew she couldn't lie, not to her Master, so the closest she could come to defiance was silence and even that wasn't going to last long.

Finally she mumbled, "H-hot, Master," and the worst part was that she could actually see her cunt clench and spasm in twitching ecstasy when the word left her mouth. Not just because she'd been once again defeated by her Master's inexorable hypnotic power, although that turned her on too and she knew it was one more sign of how completely he'd twisted her mind into the pattern of obedience, but because they both knew the truth she was admitting to. Any kind of body modification, even something as simple and relatively impermanent as stretching her nipples with suction, used to be not just a limit but a hard limit. And now it made her wet.

It made her wet because Mike's hypnosis made it make her wet, and the evidence that provided of his total power over her mind was so overwhelmingly erotic that it completely defeated any of Lisa's efforts at resistance. He'd put a suggestion into her brain that made obedience a turn-on, and the more obvious it was that Lisa was obeying the wetter it made her, and she didn't spot the trap behind that until the first time he pushed one of her soft limits and the sheer, unthinking ecstasy of surrendering anyway made her cum like a pornstar. "Good girl," Mike purred, leaning down to suck on one long stiff nipple, and Lisa mewled in pleasure at the sensation.

She tried to tell herself that this was all a very dangerous development, that every time he eroded her boundaries she came that much closer to doing things that might have legitimately life-changing consequences like moving in with Mike, giving up on birth control, or quitting her job. But the problem was that every time she came up with an example of something she truly didn't want to do, not even with all the hypnosis in the world making it seem like an enticing notion, her pussy got wet and she found herself daydreaming about how sexy it would be if Mike suggested it and she gave in anyway. It was terrifying, but it made Lisa want to masturbate at the same time and she just didn't know how to deal with that.

Thankfully, Mike didn't know exactly where all those hidden points of deep emotional conflict lay… not until he pulled his mouth free from her tingling nipple with an audible pop and said, "So, sweetie, what's another thing you really don't want to do?" Lisa knew she couldn't let herself tell him, she knew the last thing in the world Mike needed was a roadmap to breaking her will completely… but that very knowledge was what made it so irresistibly tempting to tell him. And Lisa's cunt slickened as her mouth opened once more.

(SNAP!)

It was with a maliciously simple motivation that Melinda decided to hypnotize and brainwash and fully subjugate her roommate's consciousness--she liked making out with her boyfriend, but Braeden got hard and horny so quickly that he was never in the mood for any kind of real foreplay. And Braeden was so stubborn and strong-willed that it was literally easier to trick Stephanie into following the motion of a swinging pendant and lull her mind into a deep trance than it was to get Melinda's lover to wait five goddamn minutes to get his dick sucked. Melinda felt a tiny bit guilty about that, naturally, but the guilt always went away when she and Braeden started kissing to the tune of Braeden's cock going in and out of Steph's accommodating throat.

It wasn't like it did any harm or anything--Steph had her HPV shots, and her natural susceptibility to suggestions meant that she didn't even remember getting used like a fleshlight to get that first climax out of the way so that Braeden could calm down a little and pay attention to pleasuring his lover. Stephanie usually got him off within about ten minutes while Melinda and Braeden were indulging in some heavy petting on the couch, and then she just knelt there idly masturbating for the rest of the evening, and anyway it wasn't like she had much of a social life she was being deprived of in the first place. She was kind of a third wheel around the apartment ever since Melinda and Braeden started dating, and this just made it easier. Honestly, Melinda was kind of doing Steph a favor.

Several favors, when Melinda really thought about it. She was training Stephanie's throat, which was going to make both her and some future boyfriend very happy--already the occasional coughs and splutters had smoothed out into a steady 'gluk gluk gluk' the whole blowjob long, even after only a couple of weeks of training, and Steph's suckdoll persona swallowed Braeden's biggest loads without spilling a drop. And she was helping to drain all that sexual tension Stephanie was carrying around with her all the time; the first time Melinda hypnotized her, Stephanie drowsily confessed that she had never so much as played with herself before. Cumming her brains out to a hot sex show was helping her feel less stressed everywhere else in her life.

And if all that wasn't enough, well… not that women needed to be hetero-flexible these days to keep a guy happy, or anything, but it always helped get that last little oomph out of a man's cock if you were willing to do a threesome, and Melinda was making sure that Stephanie had that extra little kink in her sexuality to make her the perfect girlfriend for some future lover. When Steph licked the jizz out of Melinda's pussy and it suddenly made an exhausted Braeden decide he could go one more round, Melinda felt the satisfaction of a job well done along with the massive climax she got out of totally controlling her roommate's hypnotized brain, and that last deep-dicking was the best part of the whole night. And certainly Stephanie wasn't complaining, not with her head so blissfully empty and her cunt so overwhelmed with ecstasy. It was a win-win situation, really… even if Melinda was doing most of the winning these days.

"Oh, that reminds me--you're not going to believe this cool ring I found at the flea market yesterday!" Linda's smile froze a little as she struggled to conceal her exasperation with yet another topic shift--her daughter's friend was bubbly and cheerful and talkative almost to a fault, but she also rambled on and on until Linda was exhausted trying to keep up with it all and it made the experience of being alone with Ashley something of a chore. She wondered absently when Olivia would get back… which meant she wasn't paying quite enough attention to stop Ashley from grabbing her hand and sliding a plain gold ring onto her finger.

"They said it would, like, shrink down to fit perfectly onto any finger," Ashley burbled, apparently oblivious to the way Linda's head sank forward onto her chest as a wave of giddiness overwhelmed her. "And yeah, I know, that's totally impossible, but that's not even the weirdest part--the woman at the shop told me that when you put it on someone and said, 'With this ring, I thee wed,' they would totally fall in love with you! Isn't that wild, Mrs. K? I mean, isn't that the craziest thing you ever heard of?" Linda managed to look at her, even though her eyes were already glazing over and a powerful pulse of lust was throbbing away between her legs like a second heartbeat, but Ashley didn't break kayfabe. Either she was genuinely unaware of what she'd just done, or she was putting up a front of patient ignorance to wait out the inevitable collapse of Linda's willpower.

That collapse wasn't long in coming. Linda let out a low, growling moan that sounded like metal under strain and pulled Ashley into her lap, kissing her passionately while roaming her hands up and down the younger woman's body with a feverish urgency she'd never felt for Olivia's father in all their fourteen years of marriage. Their divorce had been the last time Linda had gotten consistent sex, and the ache of pent-up desire lingered with the magic in Ashley's ring to make Laura absolutely desperate to fuck. It didn't matter that she was straight, it didn't matter that she was old enough to be Ashley's mother--she needed to have a body naked and pressed against her and she needed it now. Linda practically dragged her new lover to the bedroom, suddenly grateful for the lengthy stretch of alone time with the fresh young college student.

Ashley giggled and squealed with every new piece of clothing that was removed and every sensual kiss Linda lavished on the newly-exposed patch of skin, and the older woman felt a rush of liquid heat in her pussy at being so casually and playfully dominated like this. It wasn't even like Ashley was commanding her or anything--she was just laying back, reveling in the single-minded devotion Linda paid to her body, and letting Linda's own awareness of her desperate need turn her into a pathetic, horny slut who was grateful for the opportunity to kneel down between Ashley's thighs and bury her tongue between those soft, slick labia. Linda heard herself grunting softly like a pig rooting for truffles, but she didn't care about dignity anymore. She didn't care about anything but fucking now… and if a part of her wondered anxiously how long this spell was going to last, the taste of Ashley's beautiful cunt was enough to push those worries to the very back of Linda's dazed and drowsy mind.