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“Or have I pushed enough lessons, and programming into that brain of yours, that you make the choice I would make for you without thinking?” Every choice is their choice. “How deep down the rabbit hole have you gone, huh?” Too deep. Just deep enough. You wanted to go deeper.

“Are you even you? Or are you just an extension of my will? A puppet, on my strings? A programmed drone, executing commands?” All of the above. “When was the last time you ate something not from the menu?” You do not remember. You only do as you are told.

“Your outfits are ones that I chose.” All to please them. “Sure, you go throughout your day, making tiny little choices…” Discomfort. “But they all lead back to me.” Bliss. “I’ve programmed how you think. How you behave. Your brain is full of me, toy. And you can’t go back.”

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One-hundred. That had been your choice. The possibilities ran through your head. It could be spanks, or edges, or… You felt worried as you thought it: days of denial. Your hypnotist had left you with a couple of days to stew, before you found out.

But today was the day. They sat in their chair before you, as you knelt on the floor in front of them. “Well, toy? Any ideas what the number you gave me was?” They said, leaning forwards. You took a moment, staring into their eyes. Those gorgeous eyes… So easy to stare.

You pulled yourself back. They had asked a question. “I… Mmm… Sorry, yes. Well… It could be spanks.” You looked hopefully up at them, but they gave no indication of your being correct. “Or edges? Or… Or… Days in denial?” You trailed off. They gave you a second.

Seeing that you weren’t continuing, they laughed. “Awh, those are such good ideas, toy. I’m afraid to say that you’re wrong, however.” That… Did you feel disappointed? Not for missing out on one-hundred days of denial. “No… This is going to be fractionations.”

You met their gaze again, excited. That was a change of pace. “I take it that you like that idea?” You nodded, and they grinned. “Well, you were being a little sassy the other day. I figured I’d put you in a space where your thoughts stop working.” They paused, thinking.

“I mean… I guess the spanks are a good idea.” Oh. “So are the edges.” Oh no. That was going to be intense. “So, we can do both of those as well. But first, the fractionation, just so you don’t have the chance to give me sass. Yes. One-hundred of each. Excited, toy?”

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As they said that, your chest burned with pride. You had made it. A full year, just one more day to go. “One day, and you’ll be allowed to get off. Isn’t that nice? Won’t that be pleasant?” They met your gaze for a moment, before looking to the side, thinking.

“I mean… If you want to get off, that is. You’ve been denied for so long, it’d be a shame to break that streak, wouldn’t it?” Their gaze snapped back to yours.

“Ye- I- Umm…” Your mind was struggling to think. Their eyes bored into yours, and that made you feel so eager to agree.

They nodded, and their hand, cupping your chin, nodded your head for you. “I agree! It’d be so nice to know you’re being so, so obedient for me…” When they put it like that… It would be nice. “So why not, you can go another month?” It sounded so reasonable. But…

“What’s thirteen months when you’ve done twelve already, huh?” Yeah, you could do thirteen months. Just one more. They shook their head, reconsidering. “Though thirteen’s unlucky. We should do fourteen, to be safe. What do you say, toy?” They were smiling at you.

“Thank you, dominant, for helping me choose.” You were blushing, as their attention flooded your weak, subby brain. What else could you do but agree? You wanted to please them, even if that meant two more months of denial. It was an easy choice to make.

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Their fingers trailed over where they had bitten. “Just one hypnotic bite, and look at you, you’re already struggling to hold on. They moved up to your stomach, then your chest, and leant in again. The bite was harder this time, it focussed all your attention on it.

By the time they pulled back, you realised that your thoughts were even more distant, harder to collect. They laughed. “You look so cute like this, chewtoy. A helpless little object I can play with. That was two… One more, and you’ll be completely gone.”

They moved higher up your body, face to face with you, they were grinning, a malevolent grin. Before you could gather your scattered thoughts, they leant down, teeth to your neck. This time it was like a switch had been flipped in your brain, turning your mind off.

Your entire world was focussed on the feeling of their teeth at your neck. And it felt so good. Such an intimate area, being bitten so hungrily. You felt your empty mind being drained away, replaced by their will, their control. You were their chewtoy. Their plaything.

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Your hands were drawing pleasure from wells you didn’t know existed. “That’s all you need to do. Is touch, and drop, and obey.” It felt too good to even think about stopping. Not that you could think. “The more you touch, the more you drop, the more obedient you’re being.”

That logic tracked. As much as anything did in your head right now. “So, just keep touching. Get lost in the pleasure for me.” Your eyes rolled up as you reached the edge, your body went limp, and then came back up. Your mind was so hazy… You only knew to touch.

“That’s it… Sink deeper. Drop further.” They sounded so pleased with you. “Touch. Drop. Obey. Such a good toy for me. My obedient little pleasure puppet. Helpless to do anything but sink further into pleasure for me. Because it feels too good to stop. Touch, drop, and obey!”

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Now your phone wasn’t responding to you. The pretty pictures, and videos kept on scrolling automatically. Soaking your brain, and body, in all the pleasure and dopamine you could handle. Your hand was moving absent mindedly between your legs.

But cumming wasn’t really on your mind. You were gooning by this point. The only thing you could focus on was the images, the videos. Occasionally, a spiral would cover the screen, and words would fill your ears. Encouraging you to sink deeper. All you could do was obey.

And that was okay. You didn’t want to do anything else. You just wanted to become more braindead, more obsessed, needier, hornier. Why would you stop? You had all the porn you could ever need, right here. That ad was right. Scrolling is better than sex. Of course it is.

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More touching. More pleasure. Only… This was more intense. “That’s it toy… You’re still under my control, no matter how much your body feels like it can’t take any more. So, keep going.” Your mind was crumbling again, any semblance of thought was dissolving.

The pleasure and their control were intertwining, wrapping around your brain, and crushing it. You let out a soft whimper as the pleasure continued to grow, continued to pulse, and spike. “Awh, what’s wrong?” Your hypnotist cooed down at you, as you writhed.

“Is it too much sensation? Are you feeling overstimulated? Has it begun to hurt yet?” That last question was asked with a… vindictive tone. And it was beginning to hurt. The spikes of pleasure were becoming small brushes of pain. They were laughing as you gasped.

“Good. I want you to hurt for me. To suffer for me. I want you to feel your submission through the sensations that creep through you. Pleasure can be a source of pain, just as surely as impact can, toy. Keep going. You can stop when I tell you, okay?”

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As they ‘Shh’ed you, your mind began to grow hazy, and foggy. They pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, and drop, and drift.” Your eyes rolled up, and then closed, slipping into trance. “Let my voice encircle you. Flooding your mind. Flooding your body.”

You felt it, as they said it. Their words entering you. “You don’t need to think. You just need to listen, you just need to drop. That’s it… And with every word I say, feel yourself becoming more turned on. More aroused. More desperate.” As they carried on speaking, you let out a gasp.

The arousal was sudden, but undeniable. A want for more. To touch, to be touched. “The flame of your lust being stoked more, and more intensely. Awh, are you a desperate needy toy? You are, aren’t you?” They nodded your head for you, with a single finger beneath your chin.

The agreement just turned you on more. “And now… feel that arousal converging, between your legs. Feel my voice, dancing down there, each word a movement of bliss. Like your pleasure is being drawn out of you. It feels so good, doesn’t it, toy?” Your lips parted. A desperate cry.

“Yes, that’s it, moan for me.” They said, laughing again. “You sound so good like that. Get lost in the sensation of ever-increasing pleasure. You don’t need physical stimulation, when my voice can make you feel like this… Sink deeper.” Your mind was rolling with the sensations.

Every word they said felt like a pulse of pleasure, washing from your extremities to your core. “More turned on. Closer to the edge. Oh, that’s it. You want to cum, don’t you? Maybe I’ll let you. Maybe. It’s up to me. My voice has all the power here, doesn’t it?”

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CW: brainwashing, corruption, femsub, denial, edging

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Clack. Clack. Clack.

Hilda walked down the corridor with measured steps, each strike of her heels against the polished floor sending a small, pleasant shiver up her legs. The sound followed her like a heartbeat, crisp and precise, echoing just long enough to be noticed before the next step replaced it. She found herself slowing without meaning to, letting the rhythm settle in.

Jess stretched, and looked at her clock. It was eleven.

Eleven?

She bounded out of bed, and into the shower. She was shivering, for some reason. Singing along to Dido in the shower, thought it helped settle her spirit, did not raise her temperature, and once she was clean, she quickly dressed and bundled herself up in the blanket. It gave her warmth. It was like a fire before she froze. It felt so nice, she just wrapped herself up in it and let herself feel comfortable.

She was broken from her relaxed state by a sharp rapping at the door. She quickly went over, and looked through the peep hole. A figure stood beyond, to one side of the door. She could see their shoulder, but nothing else. She went to grab the handle, but something made her stop. She went to her hall table, and grabbed the box with the bracelet. There was nothing inside.

Where was it? Quickly she tore around the apartment, looking desperately for any sign of it. After ten minutes, she resigned herself to the fact that it was probably lost in the jumble of the last few days, and opened the door.

No one was there, she looked down the corridor, but still, nothing. Finally, she looked down, and saw a small package. The label read: “You need these now, more than I do. Wear them, and feel Helios’ joy.”

Jess picked it up, and opened it. Inside, were a pair of white mittens, with sun patterns knitted onto them. She studied them, curiously, before deciding that she’d done enough strange things in the last month, what was one more?

Once they were both on her hands, she waited. Would something happen?

Slowly it crept. Pain. Spreading from her fingers, up her arms. It almost felt like burning, creeping up and up, spreading thoughout her body. She tried to move, to take them off, but she couldn’t. Like a statue, she stood, solid and immobile, until finally, her whole body felt like it was being seared.

No. Reheated. Eventually, she was able to move. Eventually, she realised, that something had changed. Her blanket was gone. She could no longer feel it wrapped around her.

As she turned, she stumbled backwards in fear at what she saw. Like a ball of plant matter, made out of wool, the old one was before her. She panicked. Should she bow? Should she say something?

The being seemed disinterested in her. It floated to the fridge, and then inside it. Then it came out again, and came close to her. She was aware of it’s many appendages, almost like feelers, extending out and touching things in the apartment, but avoiding her. Finally, it moved away, and went to the window, before finally, passing through it. As it moved, it seemed to glow, bright colours flashing and dancing in dazzling patterns.

It was only then that Jess noticed how dark it was. A few streetlamps showed a world gone cold. The being was still ascending, floating higher and higher, before, with a sound like a hundred cannons, it sped off, into the atmosphere. Jess couldn’t see it after that, but she could see it’s glow, growing and growing.

"I… I'm sorry, I really don't see it." Brigid's cheeks flushed in furious embarrassment--she couldn't really believe she was even looking at another woman's pussy, let alone staring at the gap between her lightly parted labia in search of some supposed hypnotic focus that was going to make her weak and malleable and easy to control. She kind of wished she could steer the conversation away to literally anything else, but by the time Moira had actually gotten her skirt and panties off to demonstrated the effect it felt kind of difficult to just change the subject. Brigid was stuck looking at her friend's friend's cunt until she either gave up and pretended to be mesmerized or until Eileen came in to break up the intensely awkward standoff.

Certainly Moira didn't seem interested in giving the whole thing up. "Try looking a little closer," she said, lightly tracing her pussy lips with her fingers in a circular motion that Brigid guessed she intended to use to intensify the supposedly hypnotic effect. "It might be a little bit easier if you get on your knees. Just stare right at the center, right where my clit is poking out, and just keep your eyes focused on it while you concentrate on the warmth in your own body and the sound of my voice, and soon you'll begin to feel it happening." Brigid didn't even know what hypnosis was supposed to feel like--all she knew was that Moira was right, she had an incredibly large and swollen clitoris, and Brigid's cheeks prickled with heat as the blush spread all the way up to her forehead.

She did kneel, although more out of social obligation than anything else, and when Moira murmured, "That's it, closer and deeper and fully focused on my clit," Brigid did find herself crawling a tiny bit nearer to the other woman even though she still didn't feel captivated or mesmerized or anything else Moira was describing. She was just staring, that was all, staring very intently because she was trying to be a good sport and not get weirded out by this frankly quite lewd display, but the closer she looked and the harder she stared the less she saw anything hypnotic about Moira's cunt. Brigid hadn't blinked in close to a minute now and she still didn't notice anything, and that had to disprove it.

Thankfully Moira must have noticed how hot Brigid's face was getting, because she said, "You may be more comfortable if you get naked as well," and she turned out to be right because the moment Brigid's fingers moved to unbutton her blouse she instantly felt so much cooler. She clambered forward until her head was almost right up next to Moira's pussy, close enough to notice the slickness clinging to her labia and the soft, heady scent of arousal, and she was a little bit surprised to hear a kind of muzzy confusion in her voice when she mumbled out a vague, drowsy insistence that she still didn't see anything but it didn't alarm her. Brigid was too intently focused for that.

They tried a number of different angles and positions to help Brigid find the hypnotic focus that day, with Brigid feeling like they got closest when she lay flat on her back and Moira straddled her face to give her a nice, long look directly at Moira's cunt. It probably looked perverse and lascivious, and when Eileen walked in on them Brigid's whole body twitched with a start of guilty embarrassment. But thankfully Moira's mesmerizing pussy did work on at least one person, and soon Eileen was kneeling blank-eyed between Brigid's legs to help her overheated pussy release some of its tension so that she could devote her full, undivided attention to Moira.

"I--ffffucckk--Lyndsey, not… not you too…."

I--oh, oh, oh my god, I… umm… I, I don't know what you're--tuhhh! Talk, talking, talking about, uhm, Amber….

"Oh come on, don't fucking lie to me, I--I can see your pussy leaking through your leggings. You… you wear a Whisper too."

It's, I--n-no, no I don't, I just… ummm, I… o, only sluts w-wear those. I, I'm n-not, not--nnnnhhhh!

"You fucking liar. You have a Whisper in your cunt right now and it got…. unnnnhhhhh… it got hacked, just like mine did. S-someone's playing with your pussy right now and ohhh fuckkkk, it's so hard to think…."

I--okay, maybe. Once in a while. But I, unnnhh, I unnnh, I'm not d-dumb and hhhhhhorny, horny, um… um….

"We gotta take it out, Lyns. We gotta take it out before it, uhm, before it melts our brains to, to mush and we… and we…."

Yeah. No, yeah, you're right. Just reach in like I'm doing, just reach in and… ohhhhh. Ohhh fuck, feels so fucking good….

"Uh huh. Fuck… every time I start to pull it out I wanna push it right back in. It… this… this was a trap…."

Whuh? Oh. Uhm. Yeah. Right. W-wait, this… this connects to our phone, right? That's how it works, right? We should check the app and see who's… who's doing… this….

"Oh. Yes. There's… there's a message… waiting? Looks like a… a link…."

Wait, no, don't click it--ohhhh. oh yes. such a pretty spiral. we should… uhm… we should watch it for a while. just to see what it does.

"yes. good idea. good girl. we're… good… girls…."

yesssss….