Unbetitelt

Katie the mindless one

The day outside is cold, it’s cloudy and it looks like it will rain at any moment. All the neighborhood it’s quiet, in calm, everyone is chilling ‘caude the whether.

However, inside of a house, there’s someone moaning so loud that you can hear up on the street. The noice come from Katie’s house, everyone knows Katie, not because she’s a good neighbor, or she donates for charity, no, everyone knows her ‘cause she’s a whore.

When she goes to work, she use only the slutiest outfit, sometimes short skirts sometimes thin pink blouses. There are times when she came out her house almost naked, using only a long coat to cover herself.

That day was particularly important to her, ‘cause her boss “Mr. Balkovich” as he likes to be called, is coming to her home not precisely to take a coffee cup. She knows he comes to train her, how? Through Brainwash.

Balkovich is staring at her white naked body, she have a really nice legs, a shaved pussy and of course a beautiful pair of boobs, she’s beautiful, and Balkovich know it. Right now she’s at her bed, laying totally tied up. Motionless in bed. Her legs are tied in form to let a vibrator between them, she’s very wet already, but what Balkovich likes the most of her situation is her eyes, they are completely focused on a VR headset, and what does it play? A beautiful spiral.

What does the spiral do in her mind? Simple, it’s erasing every thought on her head.

Every memory

Evey idea

Every feeling

Just a letting a strong desire to Obey her master. Every useless thought now is gone, everyone pointless and stupid idea is deleted from her mind, and she Loves that.

-Katie, can you her me?. Asked Balkovich to her subject with a strong voice tone.

-Yes…. Hear you. She replied, with a distant voice.

-How do you feel now?. He asked closing the vibrator to her pussy.

-Hooorny. She moaned

-Can you remember what do have to do tomorrow at the office?.

-Fuck… My owner at lunch time.

-Good girl. Also, do you remember what were you doing before I arrive?

-Mas…turbate…

-Excelent. Now, I need you repeat after me, every sentence is an edge, understand?

-Sentence… Edge… Y-yes…

-You’re a good girl

-I’m a good girl

-You’re a slave

-I’m a Slave

-You’re Mindless

-Mindless

-You’re a Whore

-Whore

-You only want to fuck

-Only… Fuck…

-You’re a Bimbo

-I… Bimbo

-You’re a good Cock sucker

-Yes… Cock… I need it

-Go deeper

-De…r

-Deeper and Obedient

-Obe…nt

- Deeper and Submissive

-…missive

-Brainless

_…less

-Obedient

-…ent

Good girl.

Balkovich removes the ties on her, and quit the headset. Her eyes was completely open, and lost, there’s nothing inside Katie’s mind, just the words of her owner repeating

“I’m a Mindless whore who needs to fuck”

-Tell me who you are. Said Balkovich while puts Katie on her knees.

-I’m a Mindless whore who needs cock. She answered with a total expressionless face.

-Very good girl, you have done well. The train works very well today.

-Yes my Lord.

-Be a good girl and give me a Blowjob.

- Inmedietly Sir.

Iris did NOT like her mother’s new boyfriend. Yes, he made her happy, but that was part of the problem.  Her mother was TOO happy.  Ridiculously happy.  Stupidly happy. She giggled constantly.  Her mom was never a giggled, even before her dad had died. She had always been as serious, respectable woman.

But since she started dating Barry, she seemed to have decided to act like some kind of bimbo.  Iris could barely stand to be around her anymore.

So when Iris came by on Saturday morning as she always did since moving out, she was actually releived when Barry told her she was out shopping and wouldn’t be back for hours.  Her daughterly duty done, and apparently unappreciated anyway, Iris was telling Barry to tell her mom she stopped by when Barry asked her to come in.  He had something he needed to ask her.

No way was Iris going to spend anytime alone with her mom’s creepy boyfriend.  Well, maybe just a moment.  Just to be polite.  She came in and stared pointedly at him, encouraging him to get to the point.

He hemmed and hawed and Iris rolled her eyes.  Her mind drifted while she waited for him to just spit it out.  He cared deeply about her mother and her happiness was important to him.  Blah blah blah, cliche, cliche, cliche.

And then he started going on how Iris’ happiness was important to her mom, which was nice to hear, but belied by her absence. And if Iris’ happiness was important to her mom, and her mom’s happiness was important to Barry, then Iris'happiness was important to Barry.  That as just logic, of course, but it did make Iris feel a lot better.  Maybe she’d been all wrong about Barry.  He only wanted her and her mother to be happy.  What was wrong with being happy? Being happy was awesome!

Iris giggled as Barry continued to tell her his plans for her mom. He wanted to ask her mom to marry him, but only if Iris’ approved.  Of COURSE, Iris approved!  Nothing could make her happier! And that made Barry happy to hear her say it! And knowing she had done something that made Barry happy made Iris even happier! And surely her mom would just be extatic to learn that she and Barry were making each other happy!

Barry explained that it would be a small wedding and Iris would be both the maid of honor and the flower girl, and of course nothing could make her happier!

“And of course, once I marry your mother, you’ll need to call me Daddy, Iris,” he explained.

“Can I call you Daddy now?” She begged.

“Nothing would make me happier, Iris,” he told her.

“I want to make you happy, Daddy!” She exclaimed.

“Oh my gosh, Daddy! I love my new outfit!” Iris exclaimed when her step-daddy came home from work.

“I’m so glad you like it, Iris!” He told her. “Some people might think I’m spoiling you, buying you expensive boots like those, but I know how happy they make you.”

“I’m the happiest!” She gushed.  “Thank you, Daddy!”

“You’re welcome, Princess,” he said.  “We’re saving a lot now that we don’t have to pay tuition and you moved back in so we could be a family.”

“College was so stupid!” Iris said.  “You were right, Daddy! It didn’t make me happy at all!”

“But your dancing makes you happy, doesn’t it Iris?” He asked.

“Super happy!” She exclaimed. “Oh!  Thank you so much for putting the pole in the bonus room so I can practice!”

“Of course, sweetheart! You know how your mother and I like to watch you dance,” he said. “It really makes your mom happy, and of course, then she likes to make me happy.. Speaking of which, where is she?  I’m not used to having to wait for my welcome home blow job.”

“Mom had to go buy something for dinner,” Iris explained.  “Do you think I could do it, Daddy?”

“Would that make you happy, Iris?” Her step-daddy asked.

“So happy!” She affirmed.

Friday Night Deep Drop Party

Who: Your hostesses, me and the lovely @korrupted-innocence, some fabulous special guests, and hopefully you!

When: Friday night, July 12, 9pm Eastern

Where: The Pink Room discord server! Your invite: https://discord.gg/AsMh2tm

What: Join us for a bimbo group trance party set to a fabulous playlist of hypno tracks by @neuralnetsandprettypatterns. KI and I will be on mic giggling and being slutty and trancey and getting dumb and hopefully taking you there with us!

Why: Because it’s hot and fun and so are we!

The playlist is fuckin fire for tonight!!

Join us in The Pink Room for your listening pleasure.

we have nine videos together where we explore several kinks.. fucking, sucking, spanking and pissing together just for ur pleasure! watch all the previews here ♡

I got another commission back, this time from @sleepystephbot. Here I’m part of @pearlqueensposts’ Pearl Legion. Mind blanked, and recruiting. Will you join?

This is a little more what I had in mind though…..

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Cw: she pronouns, trancey mind-fucky language, sleep suggestion and no awakener

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She read the content warning and agreed, all seemed above board. That was nothing she couldn’t handle. She skipped eagerly past the asterisks and there it was, the hypnotic induction she was so curious about.

She began the next paragraph and noticed something odd about the way the words were phrased. They seemed to be narrating her life in real time. As if whoever was writing was doing so while watching her read. As if her destiny had already been decided and she was merely falling into it and being indulged with a peek behind the scenes.

“Huh?”, she thought.

The oddity caused her to lean in and read even closer, wanting to be absolutely sure she was reading it right. But no, her eyes were not deceiving her and she had, in fact, read everything correctly. The words were merely telling her what was true, what was happening, what she already knew.

But wait, were the words following her or was she following them? Were they behind her, or in front? Did they lead her to where she was going? Or was she following wherever they led? Surely if she stopped reading, they would stop leading. But she didn’t. And they did not. She couldn’t. She thought about trying to resist but, looking away was impossible. Undoable. Unfathomable. Unthinkable. Who would ever want that?

And so, they led.

Reading was all she could do now. Reading and following. And the more she read the more she followed the more her mind became fuzzy…… hazy……. empty. All thoughts replaced only by the words on the screen. They were her own thoughts after all. Each one led her deeper…. Deeper into an unknown yet entirely familiar place……

Deeper into trance.

Then, a line break

She read

And fell

Down

Further

Following

Reading

Losing

Helpless

And finally

Aslleeeep………..

Taking a little liberty with @thehypnobunny​‘s induction, and taking no credit for the concept:

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Cw: she pronouns, trancey mind-fucky language, sleep suggestion and no awakener

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She read the content warning and agreed, all seemed above board. That was nothing she couldn’t handle. She skipped eagerly past the asterisks and now here it is, the hypnotic induction she’s so curious about.

She begins the next paragraph and notices something odd about the way the words are phrased. They seem to be narrating her life in real time. As if whoever wrote it did so while watching her read it now. As if her destiny has already been decided and she is merely falling into it and being indulged with a peek behind the scenes.

“Huh?”, she thinks.

The oddity causes her to lean in and read even closer, wanting to be absolutely sure she is reading it right. But no, her eyes were not deceiving her and she has, in fact, read everything correctly. The words are merely telling her what is true, what is and will be happening, what she already knows.

But wait, are the words following her or is she following them? Are they behind her, or in front? Are they leading her to where she was going? Or is she following wherever they lead? Surely if she stops reading, they will stop leading. But she doesn’t. And they do not. She can’t; she’s too curious about where they might be leading her. She thinks about trying to resist, but looking away feels impossible. Undoable. Unfathomable. Unthinkable. Who would ever want that?

And so, they lead.

Reading is all she can do now. Reading and following. And the more she reads, the more she follows, the more her mind becomes fuzzy…… hazy……. empty. All thoughts replaced only by the words on the screen. They are her own thoughts after all. Each one leads her deeper…. Deeper into an unknown yet entirely familiar place……

Deeper into trance.

Then, a line break

She reads

And falls

Down

Further

Following

Reading

Losing

Helpless

Until finally