"That's my good girl," Erika purred, reaching down and giving the chubby white woman kneeling at her feet a condescending pat on the head. "Dummy humps her brain away, doesn't she?" Mimi didn't answer in words--she couldn't, not with her hypnotized mind so thoroughly distracted and defeated by the shiny leather boot pressed right up against her cunt. But she made pretty grunting sounds, and she lolled her tongue out of her mouth and drooled on the mesh body stocking that was all that passed for clothes for her these days, and she rolled her eyes back until only the whites showed as another orgasm rocked her world, and that was answer enough for Erika. In some ways, it was the best answer of all.

Mimi hadn't always been this utterly vacuous, of course. A year ago, she'd laughed at the very notion that someone could empty out her head and leave her a dumb, big-titted whore with nothing on her mind but degrading herself deeper into obedience. Not that she'd expressed defiance per se--that would imply that she thought there was something to resist, and she'd simply assumed that a strong-willed and independent young woman like her would simply shrug off whatever brainwashing Erika enticed her with and go on with her life. She thought that Erika was just a kinky bitch who wanted to roleplay, and as a kinky bitch herself she decided to go along with it so long as it helped her get her rocks off. "That's my dumb little slutpuppy," Erika cooed, watching the light of comprehension utterly fail to stir in Mimi's eyes at just how badly she'd miscalculated.

Because really it was those first few weeks that made all the difference. Erika made sure that Mimi got her rocks off, alright; there was scarcely a moment the two were alone together that Erika wasn't playing with Mimi's tits or her cunt or her tight little asshole, stimulating her to one climax after another after another until Mimi was practically incoherent with bliss. She heard Erika's hypnotic whispers in her ear, even paid attention to them every now and again… but she always told herself it was just a game, just a way to spice up her sex life with her new fuckbuddy, and she could always ignore anything it didn't feel good to follow. And slowly, without ever consciously realizing it, phrases like, "Good girl, just hump yourself stupid for Mistress," became one of Mimi's favorite hot buttons.

She started dressing sluttier for her visits to Erika, staying overnight and then whole weekends and then using her remote work days to spend almost all her time with her lover. She found herself willing to do more and more to get the same orgasms Erika once gave freely, until getting down on her knees and grinding her cunt against Erika's boot became a part of their everyday routine. And slowly but surely, she discovered that her brain settled easily and effortlessly into that blank and thoughtless space where the only thing that mattered was pleasure. "That's my good little dummy dum-dum," Erika murmured to her after one such climax, and it was the first time words alone made her cum.

And now Mimi was utterly lost to pleasure, her job surrendered in favor of a career making porn with Erika that showed off her degraded and defeated status, her will so completely drained by endless pleasure that she no longer saw the point in trying to think for herself. "Hump yourself stupid for Mistress, sweetie!" Erika chirped, and of course Mimi wanted nothing more than to obey.

So this one might have escaped containment

So this one might have escaped containment

"I'm sorry, you think I was… here before?" Alison rolled her eyes and took a seat in the waiting room, making sure to give the smug grad student a nice big flash of her shaved pussy as she crossed her legs and began to study her intake form. "Sure thing, buddy." As if she had nothing better to do than come down to this tiny little office on the northwest corner of campus every week to participate in some stupid psych study. Honestly she wouldn't even have come down for this one if it wasn't for the fact that it paid two hundred bucks, and she was already starting to have second thoughts based on the waiver they were asking her to sign. It looked….

It looked hella sketchy, to be frank. 'Subject consents to the use of behavioral modification techniques including but not limited to hypnosis, subliminal programming, and operant conditioning'? 'Subject agrees to potential memory loss, including the loss of memories related to participating in this study'? 'Subject waives any right to object to treatment by experimenters, including treatment outside of the parameters of the study initiated based on subject's response to behavior modification'? It was probably all just bullshit, the kind of bullshit Alison masturbated to on a nightly basis, but she'd have to be a fool to actually agree to any of it. She should really give up on the idea, jill off a little while this guy was watching, and then go the fuck home.

She put one leg up, making sure to give him a nice good look at her silky pink labia, and pushed two fingers inside herself while she continued to read the absolutely freaking wild terms of the waiver she'd been presented with. 'Subject accepts the possibility of permanent loss of self-determination, dissociation and the formation of alternate personalities, and the implantation of false memories as a consequence of this study'? Puh-lease. Getting brainwashed into a dumb horny sex kitten with false memories had been one of her fantasies for as long as she could remember, but if it worked she would have done it already. This grad student was probably just using the study to pick up chicks who were into having their heads messed with, and the only people stupid enough to sign a waiver like this were the ones who didn't take it seriously.

Still, it was turning her on, and clearly the guy standing in front of her enjoyed watching her play with herself because he sure was getting an eyeful--not that Alison minded, that was why she never wore panties, but he kept on talking to her about prior visits when she was really just trying to tune him out and finish reading the waiver and make herself cum. That's all this thing was really good for, after all, was stroke material--'Subject consents to return regularly to reinforce her conditioning and reserves the right to accept payment in the form of repeated orgasms proffered by experimenter instead of cash'? As if. As if any of this was even possible. As if Alison could ever imagine--

Her gaze finally reached the bottom of the page, where her own signature and a date almost two months ago was already filled in. Alison looked up at the experimenter, but before she could say anything he asked, "Can Ali come out to play?" And Alison felt her identity pop like a gossamer bubble as her conditioning kicked in.

There's really only one time Beth doesn't feel helpless around Anna now, and it's when she's down on her knees licking Anna's cunt. Or prone on the mattress licking Anna's cunt, or flat on her back with Anna grinding her cunt onto Beth's face or… honestly, Beth spends a lot of her free time with her tongue buried in Anna's pussy these days, so much that she falls asleep with the scent of musk still clinging to her nose where it rubbed against the soft pink folds and wakes up with her mouth watering in anticipation. All it takes is the sight of the petite blonde to make Beth's eyes glaze over and her shoulders slump as the trance takes over and she feels the irresistible desire to service her Mistress take her over. Anna's so powerful. So dominant. It always makes Beth weak.

That weakness persists and intensifies when Anna pulls Beth's head into position to lick--Anna just seems to have such insatiable sexual appetites that there's never a moment between the two when Anna's not ready to have her pussy eaten, although some of that may be down to the erotic spectacle Beth knows she presents when her eyelids flutter and her face loses any trace of expression and it becomes clear to the beautiful dominant that she has a lesbian sex slave available to her whenever she wants. Beth can scarcely even remember anymore what it was like to have free will around her roommate; there was a time before she met Anna, and there was a time when she was a needy little rug-muncher who constantly sublimated her own arousal into ever more furious cunnlingual efforts, but the space in between those two is a delightful fog of ecstasy.

And certainly when she's licking, Beth doesn't feel like anything but a simpering, helpless pussy pleaser--how could she, when Anna uses her hypnotized focus and state of susceptibility to reinforce Beth's defenseless docility and make her ever more open to the dominant woman's programming? The scent and taste of Anna's cunt locks her mind into hazy, unquestioning pliability, and she's quietly grateful in those moments of lucidity she spends outside her Mistress's company that all Anna seems to want to do is take away Beth's orgasms and addict her to a life of oral service. Because if she wanted to, Anna could probably do anything she pleased to Beth by this point. It would be frightening if Beth's clit didn't constantly throb with a dull thud of lust that shades every single one of her thoughts with desire.

But there's always those moments, five or six of them every insatiable session in the bedroom or the shower or the living room or anywhere Anna decides she wants her pussy licked, when Beth's Mistress finally cums. And that silky, seductive voice melts into a trembling whimper, then into a long, liquid moan of pure release as just for an instant the tables turn and it's Anna who's utterly helpless. Those throes of ecstasy reduce her to the raw lizard-brain need for more and more pleasure, more and more sex, and Beth knows in that instant her Mistress is clawing away at time itself in a desperate effort to eke just a few more seconds of perfect euphoria out of Beth's flicking tongue. For that briefest of intervals, Beth has all the power. She has exactly what Anna wants and craves and can't go without. And even though the rush of dominance fades as quickly as it arrives, leaving Beth as submissive as ever, she always enjoys those tiny flickers of ownership over the woman who owns her.

IT DID

it was absolutely beautiful. Oh my god, the place we went was gorgeous and the weather was perfect and Rose looked like the most radiant angel that I got to marry. I promised I wouldn't cry doing my vows and that lasted like six words.

"P-porn, I am porn, I… I'm becoming porn…." Caroline's clit throbbed with every word she recited alongside the voice coming from her headphones, a languid pulse of liquid heat that somehow enticed her fingers to rub her pussy even slower instead of speeding up to find some kind of release. Her mirror was propped up right across from the bed, capturing every moment of her sensuous masturbation, and knowing that her cell phone's camera was capturing every detail of her spread legs and slick, drooling labia made her even wetter than she could possibly imagine. She could feel her cunt leaking onto the bedspread, making a soaking puddle at the foot of the bed, and for a moment she felt herself clench hard at the notion of rearranging the bedding so she could sleep with her face right up against the wet spot.

Her fingers froze at that, the urge to cum desperate but easily overcome by her conditioning, and her breath hitched for a moment before settling back into that same monotonous drone as she recited, "I'm becoming porn for… for Master," with a mesmerized intensity that made her cunt twitch in the camera's lens in such a beautiful way. She knew that a clip like this would wind up posted to all of Master's websites, showing everyone who wanted a slave like her how easily she surrendered to hypnosis and showing everyone who wanted to be a slave like her just how good it truly felt to be owned, and the thought of being put on display as nothing more than an object for other people to masturbate to made her so wet she didn't even dare try to insert anything at the moment. Eventually, she began to slowly and methodically rub again, but it was getting difficult to stay near the edge and Caroline was honestly worried she was going to climax.

She usually did, much to her shame, but the edging sessions were getting longer and longer as she dove headfirst into her brainwashing and programmed herself to resist the urge to orgasm. "Every day, in every way, I'm more and more Master's porn," she gasped, losing herself deeper in the looping file and looking forward to a day when she could simply lose herself in Master's words and spend a whole day rubbing her wet cunt without even the slightest hope of release. Caroline knew how desperate and needy edging made her, how eagerly and effortlessly she accepted Master's conditioning into her empty head when she was horny and dumb like this, and the idea of getting so weak and vulnerable that she constantly ached for Master's approval and the climax he dangled just out of reach made her whole body tingle with lust. Which only made it harder to stop herself from cumming, but again. She was getting better.

Even so, her body had other needs she couldn't ignore, and somewhere around the third or fourth loop through her brainwashing Caroline felt her stomach growl with the inescapable biological need for food. "I'm nothing but porn for Master now," she muttered, pulling her fingers reluctantly away from her wet snatch and turning the camera off, aware that it just wasn't as sexy to show off microwaving a Hot Pocket. But she still chanted along with the file while she waited for her food to cool, and when she ate she could smell her pussy on her hands as she ate. It reminded her relentlessly of sex and the never-sated throb between her legs… and as soon as she was full, Caroline went back to turning herself into porn all over again.

"I think we need to have a little talk about your dick obsession, Jess," Lynda said, wandering out of her room naked save for a pair of thigh-high stockings and a strap-on harness complete with a waggling pink dildo that matched the color of her porcelain skin so perfectly the cock could have belonged to her. "Now, I know you're probably going to say that I'm a lesbian and I couldn't possibly understand, but it's really starting to feel like you're seeing dicks everywhere you look and honestly? I'm becoming a little bit concerned about you. I think it's an unhealthy sexual fetish."

Jessie spluttered and stammered, too shocked by the swaying silicone cock jutting from between her roommate's legs to form a coherent sentence, and Lynda took full advantage of the opportunity to steamroll right over her with a lecturing tone that brooked no contradiction. "I mean, just look at you, Jess. I bet you're probably picturing me with a dick right now, the way you're staring at my crotch with your mouth open like a goldfish like that. Are you wishing there was something long and hard between my thighs so you could suck it, is that what's going on here? It's really kind of sad, Jess. I know you said you were straight, but fantasizing about giving me a cock just because you're scared to fully address your own sexual orientation is just pathetic."

Jess shook her head in frantic denial, sputtering out a fumbled insistence that she was just shocked, but of course Lynda took that as an admission of guilt. "Shocked by what?" she asked, scooping up a bottle of mineral oil from the end table and drizzling it onto the dildo between her legs until clear fluid drooled from the tip. "Shocked to see a big hard dick jutting out? Of course you are, because your brain doesn't even know how to handle this level of deluded sexual frustration. Your thoughts are locking up, because you can't accept that you've been fantasizing about me for so long you need to give me a cock to allow your repressed arousal an outlet. I mean, come on, Jess. That's a level of obsession I didn't expect from you." She pursed her lips in a disappointed frown, and something inside Jessie wilted in defeat.

"Here, I think we need to find some way of getting to the bottom of this," Lynda said, gripping the waistband of Jessie's leggings and pulling them down to her knees along with her white cotton panties. "I'm just going to rest my body between your thighs, get right up close vulva to vulva, and that should snap you out of this strange delusion of yours that I have a big hard cock you can use to get yourself off. And if it doesn't work, Jess, if you're so deep in this state of wild horny obsession with dick that you actually feel yourself being penetrated, well… that teaches us something about you too, doesn't it? About how easily confused you become. About how malleable your perceptions are." She leaned down, and Jessie let out a little gasp as she felt something press against her labia.

"It's okay," Lynda cooed, watching Jessie's eyes go glassy with befuddlement. "I know, you just need someone to tell you what the truth really is. Just relax, focus on me, and I'll help you make sense out of everything." Jessie nodded blankly, the pleasure already taking over as she slumped back into a supine position on the couch. Her hips rose and fell, unable to withstand the onslaught of ecstasy, as she let go and listened to all the important things her roommate had to tell her.

The world was slowing down, but that was okay because Suzie was slowing down with it. She pulled her hand out of her panties with a desultory reluctance, reached over to the mousepad lying on the bedspread next to her and clicked through to the next video, and let out a sigh of sleepy relief as the next pornographic clip flared to life on the screen opposite the bed. Her heavy-lidded eyes followed the action, this time a threesome with two men double-penetrating a woman, but there was no real urgency to her arousal and no sense of the passage of time. Watching was just what she did now. Rubbing was just what she did now. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore.

The clip ended, and it vaguely occurred to Suzie that she really should cue up the next one… but she also became more aware than ever of a tiny little flicker in the corner of the screen. It sapped the immediacy from her desire to watch more porn and build her arousal further; she knew it was a thing she was going to do, because she was horny and she wanted to cum, but she was in no great hurry because the flicker was such an erotic stimulus in and of itself and it melted the entire concept of time into something soft and mushy. The flicker had been there this whole time, Suzie sluggishly realized. The flicker was behind her desire to masturbate in the first place, but she didn't need to worry about that because resistance was something that could always happen later. Very gradually, she reminded herself to watch the next clip.

This one was a lesbian scene, with two women scissoring each other until they both groaned and strained and desperately wailed with orgasmic bliss, but the frantic pace of their wild, uninhibited sex simply washed over Suzie without stirring anything more than a languid, mesmerized euphoria in her muzzy brain. It made her horny, yes, but her hand still moved with that same measured, detached pace to rub slowly and methodically over her clit, and increasingly the porn became a backdrop to her fascination with the little flicker in the corner of the screen. She didn't need to make herself cum right now. She didn't need to satisfy the lazy throb between her soft pink thighs. She only needed to watch and… and obey?

Yes. Obey. That felt like such a good word to hold in her mind while she rubbed and stared, such a good notion to focus and reflect on while she pleasured herself. Suzie wanted to obey, more than she wanted to cum and definitely more than she wanted to think. The clip ended, and this time Suzie almost forgot to start the next one entirely because the flicker and the rub and that word 'obey' felt as good to her as even the most erotic video. When she finally did manage to make her hand move again to click the mouse, it was only out of a last vestige of drowsy obligation. Suzie was masturbating, Suzie masturbated to porn, so there should be porn on the screen. That made it all seem… normal.

That was when it occurred to Suzie that there was something abnormal about her behavior, but by then it was too late and she had no interest in struggling against her programming. She let the clip play out, something about a gangbang with five men and one woman, and when it ended she stopped pretending she cared and let the flicker tell her what to do next. And what to think. And, ultimately, who to become.

They’re both so disappointed