Unobtainable: A Spiral Scouts Story.
Based on a true story. Exact events may have been changed to protect the guilty. Published with Lizzidoll’s and Tenfann’s permission.
The first thing you have to understand, before I get to anything else, is that @lizzidoll and I are extremely, extremely, competitive. No, really. We’ve always goaded and prodded each other to more complicated and more… erm, depraved scenes.
The second thing you have to understand is that Liz and I had been working together for several months, and had developed a fair amount of trust. In short, don’t try this at home with someone for the first time; we had already negotiated a fair amount of consensual non-consent, or, simply, non-consent into our relationship. Especially at a weekend like this, I had mostly free reign to try things without negotiating every detail. This, again, took time and trust. To be fair, we had also been working on developing my talents (such as they are) as a top. It… was a work in progress.
The third thing you have to understand is that our friend @sebsteerpike had developed these “Spiral Scout” badges for MEEHU (now known as Entranced). He printed out notebooks and sticky badges, and handed out the notebooks to the attendees of the convention. As one experienced or participated in events over the weekend, one could earn badges to add to the notebook. In many cases people handed out badges for attending different classes or for volunteering for a class. You can see this link for more info: http://sebsteerpike.tumblr.com/post/153760620150/pirate-king-of-trance-convoluted-moonscape
However, Seb had also provided a master list of activities for people to do. If one did them, then, under the honor system, a person could obtain the badge. For example, there was a “Perform a trance” badge. There was also a “robot play” badge, a “bimbo/himbo” play badge, an “instant induction” badge, a “hypnotic orgasm badge,” a “blank and mindless” badge, and so forth.
Over the course of the weekend, by Saturday night, Liz had obtained all of the badges from the master list. She was motivated by her competitive verve.
Enter @carneggyblog. He had a special badge, which he called “The Unobtainable Badge.”
He didn’t even tell Liz about it until around noon on Sunday.
He brought her aside and told her about the “Unobtainable Badge.”
“It’s very simple,” he said. “In order to obtain the ‘Unobtainable Badge,’ all you have to do is… everything.” He handed Liz an entirely blank “Spiral Scouts” notebook, and broke into a fiendish grin. “In other words… start over.”
Please imagine an incredibly gorgeous and flustered British woman breaking through each and every stereotype concerning what it meant to be prim and proper. I would not have wanted to be in Carneggy’s shoes. And yet.
The last thing you need to understand is that, for the weekend, Liz was mine. By which I mean, in addition to pushing me to be a “good top” for the weekend, I had taken on a level of ownership over her. Which means, as far as I was concerned, any challenge against her was-obviously- a challenge against me.
We rushed to the master list and looked down the list of tasks and conferred. The smart money on accomplishing this was to combine the badges. After five minutes, we had our plan of attack, and began.
First stop, the pool. One of the badges was “Jacuzzi Trance.” We met @tennfan2 there. Now, bear in mind that one of the rules adopted for MEEHU (and, indeed, for all hypno-cons) was put succinctly this way: “No magic in front of Muggles.” In other words, do not do hypnosis or any kind of hypno-kink in front of other people at the hotel. Fortunately, when we arrived, we had the entire pool area to ourselves.
I arrived first and told Tennfan some of our plans. He agreed (very graciously) to help. Liz arrived and slid into the Jacuzzi. She looked at me expectantly.
I nodded to Tennfan, and he and I swam to either side of her. She had a vaguely confused look on her face. And then, together, we started whispering into either ear, sending her down quickly, telling her how deep she could go, how her mind was bubbling away like the bubbles from the Jacuzzi. We told her how each and every pulse of the jets would take her farther and farther down into trance. We told her how the feel of the water on her skin would calm and relax her and bathe and wash her mind. We told her… well, you get the idea.
And then some muggle approached the pool area, and we snapped our fingers and woke her up. She blushed and blinked quizzically at us.
“Dual induction and Jacuzzi trance. Two badges for the price of one.” I said, as brightly as I could.
She laughed and thanked Tennfan for his help.
After a while we dried off and retired to our room.
Effectively, we had about an hour or so until the next class for which Liz had volunteered to be a demo bottom.
We dried off and changed and faced each other. She was worried about finishing. I said, “really? Trust me.”
“Shhh. First, you have to understand that in no way are you to worry about this, right?”
“OK…” she said tentatively.
“In fact, I’m here to be your top this weekend, right?”
“Yes.” She said, less tentatively.
“And so I’m here to make sure you don’t have to worry, yes?”
“Yes.” She said, almost definitively.
“Good girl. So all you have to do is feel like you’re handing that worry to me, yes?”
“Yes.” She said, slightly slurring that “s” sound.
“And feel yourself relax more and worry less each time you say ‘yes,’ yes?”
“Yessss.” She smiled in spite of herself. She knew what was happening.
“And so give in to the feeling of how good it is to not have to worry and just slip into a trance right now.”
She dropped into the bed behind her.
“Conversational induction, check!” I thought to myself. I glanced at the list of possibilities and settled on one.
“OK. In a few seconds I will unfortunately have to wake you up. But when I do, you will find yourself turned into a pose-able mannequin. You will have no thoughts of your own, and every time I move you, you will find yourself slipping deeper and deeper into ‘doll-space’ which will make you more and more compliant. Every time you move you will feel more and more pleasure building up, so much so that when I snap my fingers and pull you out of this space, you will be rewarded with an explosion of that pleasure. Please nod if you are ok with these commands.”
“Good girl. On the count of five you will pick yourself up off the bed and stand at attention in doll space. Ready?”
She slowly, precisely, began to sit up.
She moved to a sitting position.
She began to lift herself up off the chair. The relaxed expression she had on her face left and she became-somehow- even more blank.
She raised herself up, as if at attention.
Her eyes opened, entirely blank and unseeing. Her arms were bent, as if ready to be moved.
We had never done this before. And the move from languid to statuesque was nothing less than profound.
I moved her arms up and down and left them there hanging in space. I moved her torso, and bent her down and then back.
I could feel some latent trembling beneath my fingers when they touched her by the skin and moved her face this way or that. I nudged her feet to move so that she faced the mirror.
Feeling slightly cheeky, I placed on hand on one of her breasts and another at her cheek. I moved her face and jaw into an expression of shock as best as I could.
She exploded into a laughing spasm of pleasure, her hand clutching at her own breast as the life flooded into her face.
When she finally recovered, she swatted at me good-naturedly.
“So that’s conversational induction and doll play ticked off the list.”
I reached up to her for a hug and immediately grabbed her by the back of the head, pulling her hair. Her face went from confused to concerned to acquiescent in just a few short moments. I forced her, firmly yet gently, to the floor.
“As you find yourself driven to the floor feel yourself give into the trance and drop for me.”
“While you’re there, think about all the work we’ve done to make you commit to feeling in the space where you are my servant. For just a few minutes, and only in this room, you are going to find yourself collecting each and every morsel of submission and service in your unconscious and bring that to the fore. When I wake you up, and until I snap my fingers, you will find yourself obeying and anticipating my every whim and wish. Do you understand and accept that suggestion?”
She nodded her head, still cradled in my grip.
“Good girl.” I slowly released my hand. “When you’re ready, pull yourself to the kneeling position you’ve seen in those ‘positions’ photographs we’ve been teasing each other with, and tell me you’re ready to serve.”
I stepped back and waited. I watched as the suggestions danced over her face. Then her head nodded as if she were agreeing to something unspoken within her.
She pulled herself up off the floor and assumed a ballet-perfect kneeling position, with her palms on her thighs pointing towards me. It was breath-taking.
“I’m ready to serve, sir.”
I paused, failing miserably at hiding a smile. “Liz. I’m thirsty. Please go to the kitchen and get me a glass of water. Do not spill.”
“Yes sir,” she said, and moved to stand up.
“Did I say you could walk? Crawl, now.”
“I’m so sorry, sir.” She immediately dropped back down to the floor.
I sat on the bed and waited. I could hear her fumbling at the sink—the sink was not perfectly placed to be reached from the floor.
She crawled around the corner. Somehow, she was carrying the glass of water clenched between her teeth. I had never known that any measure of grace was possible in crawling submissively.
She brought the water to me. I reached down and grabbed it from between her teeth, then leaned back and rested my feet on her as she stayed there on all fours.
After I had sipped about half the glass, I snapped my fingers, and took my feet off her.
Unlike before, she did not attack me, but slowly stretched.
“Deep. I felt… really subby. That was degrading….”
“…and really, really hot.”
“Phew.” We looked at each other.
“Right.” I continued. “Well, that’s hair-pulling induction and ‘servant’ play checked off. Are you going to be ok with pet play?”
Pet play was one of the things neither one of us was comfortable with. She had gotten through it during the weekend before on a technicality (long story) but here, given that we were in for a penny, were we in for a pound?
“For this, yes. How about you?”
I paused. I was fairly uncomfortable with this sort of thing. “Well, if we don’t linger too long on it.”
“What animal were you thinking?”
“Well. Since it’s pet play….”
“Sleep! Deep sleep. Drop more deeply than you were before.” “Sleep-deep-sleep” was a trigger we had used before. I placed her into a trance and told her that when she woke up she would act as if she were her favorite dog from back home. I brought her back up.
I will admit, dear reader, that to me, it was a trifle creepy to watch a spirit of a dog take over Liz’s body. She scampered around the room and even threw herself on her back for rubs. I interacted with her for about a minute and a half and brought her back to normal (or what passes for it) as quickly as I could.
“Ahem. Right. So that’s negotiation and pet play checked off the list.”
We each took a second to recover.
I looked at the list again and had a quick idea.
I held my hand out, like it was clenched around her throat.
We loved “force choking” games, and had traded triggers related to that. She knew exactly what the hand gesture meant. I “lifted” her off the ground as she struggled for breath.
“You’re going to answer me one question and one question only, do you understand??” I said in as close to a stern voice as I could muster.
“Which one do we do next, robot or bimbo play?”
“Right, that’s breath play and interrogation done, then.”
“You’re repeating yourself.”
“Besides, I don’t like bimbo play. But I think I’m going to love bimbo play. Won’t it be great to be so smart when you’re playing bimbo play? Just think of all the thoughts filling your brain about what it’ll be like to be a bimbo all of those thoughts just filling your head and squeezing themselves inside until they make your head so heavy and full that you have to lay it down and SLEEP!”
She dropped. “Confusion induction, check.” I thought.
I told her that when she woke up, everything would be just fine, but that every time I touched her, she would lose a point from her IQ, and that she would feel how it was to slowly lose her intelligence. However, she wouldn’t remember what the trigger was. I brought her back up quickly.
I touched her on the shoulder.
“What?” She replied. I touched her again.
She laughed a little and touched me back. I proceeded to tap her repeatedly. As she went from a questioning laugh to more of a giggle.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
She giggled. It was weird, because it wasn’t her usual giggle.
“I thought I knew, but now I’m not sure.” She played with her hair, and had a goofy smile.
I tapped her a few more times.
“How does it feel when I do that?” I asked.
“It feels…. Good. It gives me a good feeling in my….”
“You’re cute.” She laughed and moved closer to me. “I wanna kiss you.” She spluttered as I kept tapping her arms. She had been fumbling with the buttons on her shirt and started taking a few off.
Not one to shirk my duties, for scientific curiosity, you understand, I said “well, all right.” As I ran my finger across the skin of her exposed arm and then touched her newly exposed clavicle.
Now, I have to confess that Liz and I had kissed before. (And no, I’m not bragging.) And, if you have kissed more than one or two people, you quickly realize that everyone has their own distinct style of kissing. As Liz kissed me, the first thing I thought was… this isn’t Liz. At least, it wasn’t her kind of kissing. It was… sloppier. Less… for lack of a better word, intelligent. She was willing and quite delightful… but it was just plain weird.
Her voice had jumped an octave as her IQ sank, and she was finding it difficult to concentrate.
“I want… want to feel your cock.” She laughed as she turned her flirt up to 100.
I admit I was unprepared. “Red,” I said, and snapped my fingers.
She blanched as it seemed like the blood rushed back into her head.
She considered as everything came back to her.
“Result!” she finally shouted.
She tapped me, “got my top to say ‘Red.’”
I admit the whole thing was just plain strange to me, at the time. After we talked about it some, I realized that getting tops into the proper headspace can be just as important as for the bottom, and I wasn’t quite there for this kind of play at that moment. Having had time to consider and think about the whole thing, I’d probably be much more into exploring “bimbo” or “himbo” play with more of a lead-in. I think I wasn’t quite prepared for how “different” Liz would become in the scene. Which is as much a testament to how good a subject she is as I think you’ll find.
I cleared my throat, and sheepishly added “well, anyway, that’s bimbo, amnesia and confusion induction badges.”
We proceeded to quickly run through a switch fight (I won… I cheated, but I won) some “maid play” (having her fold towels and getting more and more turned on as she “folded”) and some light pain play (I did a very quick face-slapping induction).
Finally, there were only five badges left.
I looked at Liz and said “sleep!”
She dropped. “Instant induction, check.”
I told her that she was transforming into a perfectly programmed sex robot, and that I would provide her with different programs over the next few minutes, and that every time she would perform one of them she would find herself more and more turned on. I told her that her “human self” would be distracted by repeating “I am a blank and mindless robot” over and over again while she thoughtlessly responded to the commands she was given. I asked her if she accepted the commands—which she did—and told her to “wake up” when she was ready.
A different sort of calm overtook her features as she stood motionless in front of me. I walked around her and inspected her features. She stood impassive yet alert.
Finally, I said, “As a Sex Robot Unit 3344, I must run some diagnostic tests. Program 100 is a simple orgasm on the count of five. Initiate Program 100.”
“I obey,” she responded with a stilted, emotionless voice.
I mentally counted to five and, right on the five count, her whole body shook and a gasp escaped her lips.
This was unbelievably hot.
“Right. Program 125 is meant to get the person giving you commands ready for sexual activity. Run Program 125.”
She immediately fell to her knees in front of me and started massaging me through my pants. As she began to unzip me she suddenly stopped.
“Awaiting further orders.”
“Await-… oh.” Yes. Mission accomplished.
I had her do a few more robotic things and then had a brainwave.
“Unit 3344, please initiate Program 100 on a five second loop and Initiate Program Alteration B, which makes each loop stronger than the last.
I watched as she stood there, as every five seconds an orgasm, each more powerful than before, ripped through her.
“In a second, I’m going to restore you to factory settings. When I do, run Program 100 one more time on a five second delay, and then remember everything.”
She started, and looked at me. “What just ha-Oh! Oh! OH!” The orgasm took her to her knees.
“Fuck!” she said, after she caught her breath. “That was amazing. I couldn’t stop it.”
I smiled. “Run Program 100.”
“That was amazing! Thank you. How many do we have left?”
“I said, well, that was ‘robot,’ ‘blank and mindless,’ ‘trigger,’ and ‘orgasm,’ all in one go. I think we’re done.”
We double-checked the list, embraced, and went off in search of Carneggy.
As we left, she said, to my laughter, “unobtainable my ass.”
