Hypsan

She had a new file. A new conditioning file. This was different he had said. This one would have a bigger impact then any of the others. After listening to it every evening for 6 weeks as she went to sleep she hadn’t noticed any difference. Although she always felt to tired after she listened and she couldn’t really remember what was on the file.

She felt so needy. She hadn’t fucked a guy for an hour. Jesus, when did that become a thing. Sex didn’t used to be a big deal for her. She had even gone to therapy to resolve her low libido. Hypnotherapy. That had been her mistake. She knew that now. Not that knowing it helped her.

After one session she had felt like her libido had gone up 100% so she went back. Again and again. Each time she found her arousal increasing but she couldn’t ever seem to orgasm. On her own, with any of the guys she dated, even on the one occasion she experimented with another woman. After 3 months she asked her therapist about it. He smiled and said there was something they could do about that.

The next session they had she came harder then she had ever done in her life. She went back every week after that. It became habitual. He took her deeper and deeper into trance every time, consistently telling her how her arousal was connected to his voice, how his voice had allowed her to find her libido, how his voice allowed her to cum. Only his voice. It got to the point where she would cum whenever he told her to, only when he told her to. He wouldn’t even need to trance her. Just saying a word took her from zero to orgasm in seconds.

Then he stopped letting her orgasm and her life changed. Suddenly it wasn’t enough to pay for a session in order to be rewarded with an orgasm. She had to let him touch her whilst she was in trance. To play with her body while he conditioned her to respond his touch. To his commands. After a while she found herself following his commands even when not in a trance. Feeling a surge of arousal when she knelt at his command. Heating up when he told her to open her mouth. Bringing herself almost to orgasm in response to being told to suck his cock. Her association with cumming was now completely tied to her obedience to his commands, and all of his commands were sexual.

She tried not to go back so many times. She told herself it was better to live a life without orgasms then to be used as a sexual object in this way. But it never lasted long. After a day or so she would be crawling the walls, her phone would ring and she would be on her knees obediently sucking his cock within the hour.

She gave up resisting after a while, resigned to her fate. He seemed to sense her resignation, which had led to the call this morning. The one telling her to buy the clothes she was wearing. To put them on in the shop and bin her other clothes. She was going to be a hooker, he had told her. A streetwalking whore for him. She wouldn’t be allowed to cum until she brought him her earnings from a night’s work. She had shivered at the thought. Firstly with revulsion, and then to her shame with arousal as she imagined herself being fucked by a stranger for money. It had been a year since her first session and in that time he had broken her. Taking her through increasingly desperate cycles of need to the point where she was about to sell her body for money, and feeling so incredibly aroused by the thought of it.

"How do you feel watching your best friend being conditioned Slave?" He asked, watching her play with herself uncontrollably.

"Wonderful Sir. It makes me so horny to know I betrayed her at your command. Part of me tried so hard to resist. l love Lisa for who she is, and I know you will turn her into something she would hate, but it was just so hot knowing that you said I could be the one to help with her pleasure conditioning. That when she was under your control you would let me play with her. I didn't even like girls before Sir, but now the idea of fucking Lisa for your entertainment makes me so fucking wet. Please Sir, can I eat her out whilst the file melts her brain?"

"I see you've finally watched the new corporate training videos," he said.

"Yes, sir," she purred in response. "They were very educational."

The signs were easy to spot in most of the girls even without talking to them. The makeup, the clothes, the distinct lack of a bra. And in her particular case, the pretty smile that replaced the permanent scowl she normally wore whenever they talked.

"Get your tits out."

He spoke as if he was asking her to hand him some paperwork but her response was immediate, ripping her blouse open without hesitation.

"I've always wanted to get a closer look at those," he said with a smirk. "I think it would improve morale if they were bigger though."

She nodded, grinning. "Yes, sir. Anything for the company, sir."

"Good girl. And speaking of your newfound devotion, you'll need to stay late tonight. Will that be a problem?"

"Not at all, sir," she said. "I broke up with my boyfriend after watching the first training video."

CW: corruption, brainwashing, mind control, femsub, maledom, slight humiliation, breast expansion, body modification,

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Clair couldn't stop smiling.

The expression stretched across her face with effortless ease as she stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, hands smoothing slowly along the curves of her outfit. Soft pink swirls drifted lazily behind her blue eyes, faint reflections twisting in her pupils whenever the light caught them just right.

She looked perfect.

Okay, so I went to this hypnosis show last week and it was pretty cool. The guy on stage made some people do funny stuff, like cluck like chickens or forget their own names. But then he said he had a special trick for the last volunteer. He said he was gonna plant a secret suggestion in her mind that would make her life more interesting. And I was like, yeah right, as if. But then he snapped his fingers and she woke up and acted totally normal. So I figured it was all fake.

Until the next morning. I woke up feeling weird. Like, really horny and girly. And I had this urge to dress up in my girlfriend's clothes and put on makeup. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. It was like my body had a mind of its own. And when I looked in the mirror, I didn't see myself. I saw a blonde bimbo with big tits and a bubble butt. And she was hot as fuck.

I freaked out and called my girlfriend, but she just laughed and said I looked cute. She even helped me pick out an outfit and gave me a kiss. Then she left for work and told me to have fun. Fun? How could I have fun when I was turning into a bimbo against my will?

I spent the whole day trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't go out in public like this. Luckily the urge grew weaker over time. But I had to get rid of this. I knew I had to find that hypnotist and make him undo whatever he did to me. But he was gone. He left no contact info or anything. So I did the next best thing: I looked up a hypnotherapist online and booked an appointment.

That's why I'm here now, sitting in this comfy chair across from this gorgeous woman. She has long, dark hair, green eyes, and a smile that could melt ice. She's wearing a black blouse that shows off her cleavage and a tight skirt that hugs her curves. I feel jealous. I want to look like her. And I know that isn't supposed to be me. I need to get her to help me. I explain what happened to her, trying not to sound crazy.

She listens patiently, nodding and humming. She tells me to lay down and to breathe in deeply. She tells me that she's going to help me access my subconscious mind and find what has changed. She tells me to trust her and relax.

Then she pulls out a pocket watch and starts swinging it in front of my eyes. She tells me to follow it with my gaze and let go of all tension. She speaks in a soft, soothing voice that makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside. She says I'm going deeper and deeper.

But something's wrong. Instead of feeling more in control of my mind. Her words are filling my head and pushing out everything else.

When I wake up again I feel like soo good. I sit up and stretch, feeling my big tits bounce. I look at the hypnotherapist and giggle. She's not just gorgeous, she's sexy as hell. I wanna kiss her and lick her and fuck her.

With a loud snap the sensation disappears. My chest is small again. My body less pronounced. But it felt good. I wanted it again.

I blush and apologize, but she just smiles and tells me it's okay. She says she sees what the problem is and she can fix it.

She snaps again. And like I totes feel like the best! My nipples are like so hard and poke right through my thin tight shirt. I giggle and play with them.

She tells me that I need to get a boob job and some boring surgery. But then I can be my totally bimbo like self always. Like, omg that would be so cool!

I agree and thank her profusely. I hug her and kiss her on the lips, tasting her cherry lip gloss. She hugs me back and squeezes my ass, making me moan.

She tells me to come back soon and we can have more fun together. She whispers in my ear that she loves fucking bimbos like me and that she can't wait to see my new body.

I squeal and run out of her office.

Midnight Haze

Chapter 1 of the Hotel Dupin series.

From the moment she arrived at the Hotel Dupin, the woman drew stares. She carried herself with a quiet elegance that bespoke a lifetime in high society. So, though she went largely unrecognized, the staff and other guests treated her as though she were a famous celebrity. They did as she asked with little to no complaint, no matter how odd the requests were.

But she was never cruel in the way that people can be after a life of being told "yes". She was soft-spoken and kind. She never blustered or caused a scene. She never needed to. The air around her just seemed to bend to her will.

So on her third night, when she called down to the front desk and asked for a meal to be sent to her room, the clerk eagerly agreed. It was just a little before midnight and the kitchen was dark, but he would be sure that Madam Delacroix got what she wanted. He ventured out onto the dark street in search of a restaurant still open, and thirty minutes later he was knocking on her door.

She didn't answer. Nor on the second knock.

The clerk thought that perhaps she'd fallen asleep or was showering and decided to let himself in and leave the food for when she was ready.

He found her sitting upright in her bed. The television was on and broadcasting some kind of pattern. It was spinning and flashing and making a low hum he found slightly disorienting. She was sat stone still and staring at it, a soft smile on her face.

"Madam Delacroix," he said, tentatively.

"Yes," she answered in a far off voice. "I can hear you, Master."

He swallowed hard, confused and more than a little aroused at the sight. She wasn't completely undressed, but certainly unfit for the public and unfit for a guest. Still the shape of her body was so enticing, the clerk dare not waste such an opportunity.

"What's happened, Madam?" he asked her, closing the door to the hall as quietly as he could.

"It is midnight, Master." Her voice was flat. Devoid of emotion. "I must watch the spiral each midnight as commanded. I must retrain myself as your slave."

The video feed ended abruptly and she blinked. Life returned to her and the odd smile faded. She turned to look at the clerk and seemed to have no idea they'd already spoken.

"Ah, you managed to find me something! I'm so grateful." She handed him a small wad of money. "Thank you so much."

The clerk nodded dumbly and turned to leave. And when he returned to the desk he called the girl working the next night shift and told her to take off. He'd be covering nights until Madam Delacroix checked out. He was very eager to find out the meaning of the word "slave."

Try not to follow my words. You may find that following my words knowing you will follow my words makes it easier to more obedient.

Are you feeling submissive & suggestable right now? Dont think about being horny.

I might count down from 10, and you might associate that with an increase in arousal with each number, but try not to think about the fact that with every number you read your heart beats a little faster and sends blood rushing to your pussy.

9

Making it swollen and sensitive and engorged. Just like a cock engorges. But you must not think about cock. That would make your mouth water wouldn’t it?

8

Which would remind you that you are a slutty girl whose mouth waters at the thought of cock. Is your mouth watering girl? Dont think about how arousing it is to know you are that kind of girl.

7

Good Girl. How does it feel to know that I can make you horny with just a few words? Does it make you think about the numbers? Are you wondering what happens when you reach zero?

6

Try not to think about that girl. Focus on something else. Like how you pussy throbs every time you see another number, and what effect that might have in conditioning you to respond to commands.

5

Good girl - your brain is probably struggling to cope with thinking about the things I am telling you not to think about.

4

I know you are a good girl and you want to do as you are told, but your body won’t stop reacting to my words and thinking the things I am telling it not to think.

3

Try not to think about that or how horny it makes you to think what I have told you to not to think whilst knowing that I want you to think what I am telling you not to think. Sometimes the mind just give up and turns up the arousal doesn’t it? Did you feel that pleasure surge?

2

Are you thinking about playing with yourself? I told you not to think about that didn’t I? Or did I? It’s so difficult to think when you are so horny isn’t it? Maybe you should just stop thinking so I can tell you what to do just STOP.

1

Good girl. Reblog “Can’t think, must obey” and then you can play.

She was a little confused. She was all about female empowerment. She ran workshops for companies who wanted to educate their staff about unconscious gender bias. Educating men to understand the unique value that women bring to the table and educating women as to the reasons why men think and behave as they do. Helping remove the structural obstacles to gender equality and change the kind of behaviour where women trade being seen as likeable for being regarded as competent.

Then she had met him and she had found herself acting differently. Nothing major. Her heels got a little higher and her outfits more feminine. Not that she hadn’t been feminine before, but she hadn’t worn pants in weeks. Or panties for that matter. They had sex all the time, which was normal for a new relationship, but she found herself deferring to him much more then any other relationship she had ever had.

First in the bedroom and then in more and more things. And not because he demanded it of her. He just quietly and confidently made suggestions which she found herself wanting to follow. He was kind and patient and intelligent and yet somehow commanding in the way that he positioned things with her.

He supported her work completely. He had been on feminist rallies and helped run gender equality events in the community before he had known her. It’s how she had met him. And it wasn’t like he dominated her. Not really. She just liked doing things to please him. When he made a decision, it wasn’t about imposing his will, it was about taking care of her. She found she liked being taken care of. It made her feel safe. And aroused. That was OK wasn’t it? It wasn’t like he objectified her.