Fishalive's Mind Control Captions

as for writing inspo, im not sure what to suggest but ill read basically anything you write tbh sir 🤭

Ooh, there's a lot of good options there. I think I'll cheat and pick two.

I've always liked the image of someone opening their front door and finding a hypnotist on their doorstep. Maybe someone they know, maybe a total stranger. Maybe a prepared trigger, maybe some form of instant control like glowing eyes or a compelling voice. Either way, they fall under his control and obediently invite him in.

She was a few steps up the second flight of stairs when her brain caught up with what her eyes had seen.

There was a man on the landing, watching her.

Wasn't there? There couldn't be.

But she had seen him. Hadn't she?

Slowly, she began to turn, afraid of what might be behind her. That was when he spoke.

"You didn't see anyone," he said, in a deep, clear voice that seemed to bypass her ears entirely. "You are alone in the house. Carry on up the stairs and take a shower."

She didn't see anyone. Of course she didn't. She was alone in the house. She sighed with relief and continued up the stairs, pulling her top off as she headed towards the bathroom.

just wondered if youve seen the new pictures of Halsey at the gold gala thing she went to a couple days ago?

the big chunky choker, low cut dress and the wide eyed look bc of her makeup seems like itd fit realllllly well with some of your captions is all, and if not i figured you’d like the pictures anyway 🤭

and since im here, just wanted to say i love your work and have for yearssss so thank you for being a constant source of sexy stuff to look at ☺️

Thank you! It's always nice to hear from people who enjoy the weird kinky shit I write.

Despite my occasional captions about celebrities, I don't really follow any of them closely so I hadn't seen those pictures but...

Mmm. I can certainly see the appeal. The big choker that looks like it could hide mind control tech, the gold dress that doesn't hide anything...

And there's just something about these celebrity occasions, isn't there?

All the beauties on display, compelled to show themselves off. Draped in luxurious fashion. Walking billboards for designer brands. Entertaining a society that wants to see them as nothing but pretty objects, as they stare blankly into the flashing cameras.

Claire tried not to roll her eyes as her new boss explained that she would have to take a corporate induction training course before they actually let her work.

Sitting in a little room in the hotel's back office, she mentally cursed her parents. If they had simply kept paying her university tuition like before, none of this would have been necessary. But, no, they decided that she needed to "learn some responsibility" and "pay her own way".

Now here she was, about to waste hours of her life watching videos about how to vacuum carpets and scrub toilets or whatever, as if this stupid maid job was going to be complicated.

She was considering just walking out and finding something else when the screen in front of her suddenly flickered and flashed. The jobbing actor who had been saying something about company values disappeared, replaced with a weird strobing effect and a headache-inducing buzz.

"Hey!" she yelled at the door, assuming someone was outside. "I think this thing is... this thing is... broken..."

Her parents were horrified when she announced that she was dropping out of her course to work for the hotel full-time. They assumed she was bluffing at first and then begged her to reconsider when they realised she wasn't, even offering to increase her allowance again.

It was far too late for that though. She hadn't attended classes or submitted coursework in months. She no longer cared about her education or a high-paying future career or even the party lifestyle she had enjoyed before.

When Sophie heard footsteps in the corridor, she panicked and hid behind the thick curtain, hoping desperately that her silhouette wouldn't be too obvious in the evening light. Amazingly, it seemed to have worked.

Her quarry entered, leading a beautiful young party guest by the hand. He sat the giggling girl in a chair and assured her that this - whatever it was - would only take a moment and that no one would notice they had gone. Then he turned on the TV.

Peeking out as much as she dared, Sophie watched in growing horror as the other woman's expression slowly went blank. On the screen, colours danced and swirled in time with the rhythmic, pulsing hum coming from the speakers.

This was how he was doing it, she realised. She had thought she was investigating a story of bribery or blackmail but that wasn't it. His power and influence came from brainwashing people. All he had to do was somehow get them to watch the pattern and... and...

Watch the pattern. Sophie struggled to keep her train of thought as her eyes were inexorably drawn back to the flickering, twisting mass of light. Watch the pattern. Hear the commands.

Once they watched the pattern... Watch the pattern... Once they did that, he could simply command them and... Hear the commands... They would... Obey. They would obey. Obey.

Watch the pattern. Hear the commands. Obey.

Sophie let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding. The fear and anger drained from her face and she slumped against the window behind her, one eye locked on the pattern.

Watch the pattern. Hear the commands. Obey.

A few moments later, when her Master gently pulled back the curtain and instructed her to take a seat, she obeyed.

From the moment Elizabeth arrived in Golden Cove, something about the little seaside town felt... off.

Maybe it was the lack of cell phone signal. Maybe it was the strangely retro look of everything, from the buildings to the cars to the inhabitants' fashion. Maybe it was the confused looks she got when she told them she was just passing through on a business trip.

She almost decided to keep on driving after dinner and find somewhere else to crash for the night, but that would be ridiculous. She had already paid for the room so she couldn't expense a second one and she was exhausted from driving all day. Hell, that was probably why she felt so weird in the first place.

So instead, she flopped down on the hotel bed and tried sleep, ignoring both her concerns and the growing buzzing sensation at the base of her skull.

The next morning, Lizzie awoke with a grin, ready to start another beautiful day in sunny Golden Cove! Ignoring the mysterious suitcase on the floor, she plucked her favourite polkadot bikini from its hanger in the wardrobe and spent a while fixing her hair before breakfast.

As she crossed the hotel parking lot on the way to the beach, there was a tow truck hauling away a weird car. For just a moment, she thought it looked familiar. Then she shrugged and forgot about it. She pretended to care about cars sometimes, when the boys were talking about them, but she didn't really. None of the girls did.