emma

How is my little librarian doing hmm?

I see your outfit is improving.

Let me guess what is going on inside your head right now.

You’re thanking god that you’ve seen me again. You’re remembering all the nights spent, cumming to the thought of me. You’re noticing your panties are slowly being drenched. 

I know what you’d be saying to me if you could move a muscle right now.

‘please’.

“Shall we play a game?”

She rolled her eyes at that, giving me a look that spoke volumes. “Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

“It wasn’t a joke,” I stated simply, smiling slightly back at her. “You seem as bored as I am, and we both seem to not have anything better to do.”

“And what kind of game would you play then?” she shot back a brow arching up as she looked back at me.

I smiled easily at that, body relaxing, eyes meeting hers, “Mmm, well it has to be something we both can enjoy. And of course something that we would both be willing to do. So that obviously leaves out quite a few.”

“Obviously,” she agreed with a drawl as her nose wrinkled slightly. “Though, probably more for me than you.”

I chuckled at that. “I might surprise you, but then again, you might surprise me too. So, who knows at that? Besides, why push things at this stage?”

She relaxed just slightly, “Then, what did you have in mind?”

“Perhaps a simple word association to see?” I offered, smiling back at her. “Nothing too bad, just I offer one word you say the first thing that comes to mind, and I in turn say the first thing that comes to mind and back and forth. First one to repeat something or take more than 5 seconds loses that round.”

“Why do you start first?” she challenged back with a brow arched up.

“Because I was the one that thought up the game,” I countered back with a bemused smile. “And the one to think up the idea of playing a game to begin with.”

“Because the man is the one who’s supposed to lead?” she challenged back with a flash in her eyes.

“Because the one who initiates leads,” I responded back a brow arching back at her.

She considered that, before reluctantly nodding her head. “Fine.”

“Light.”

“White,” she stated her tongue sticking back out at him.

“Cream,” I shot back with a faint smile on my face as I added just a touch of heat into the undertone of my words.

“Cat,” she responded, blinking a bit before frowning.

“Pet,” I agreed nodding my head back at her as once more I added just a bit more feeling to it.

“Treasure.”

“Desire.”

“Fleeting,” she apparently noted the inflection in my voice that time and she added a sardonic touch to her voice.

“Grasp,” I agreed with smile of my own and a twinkle in my eye.

“Empty,” she disagreed with me with a faint sniff.

“Quivering,” I stated with a wicked grin.

“Quivering?” she repeated staring at me with mouth held open before realizing what I’d done and giving me a dirty look. “Dirty trick.”

“I didn’t break the rules,” I reminded her with a grin. “That’s one round to me. Your turn to start I imagine.”

“How did you get Quivering from Empty?” she asked giving me a look.

“Because the Quivering Emptiness inside of you is one of my favorite phrases,” I stated with an innocent smile on my lips.

She opened her mouth, closed it, and then gave me a look that couldn’t seem to be impressed or disgusted. “Well, at least it’s not something more blatantly vulgar.”

“Why be blatant when subtly and innuendo are so much more fun?” I chuckled just a bit as I responded before gesturing magnanimously. “It’s your turn to start.”

She frowned just a bit before considering carefully. “Orange.”

“Burnt.”

“Caution.”

“Fear.”

“Anxiety,” she was frowning slightly as the words were leading her down a path that she didn’t quite like.

“Nervousness,” I half observed, half stated as I looked back at her.

“Uncertainty,” her frown deepened just a bit with the word.

“Future,” I shifted the topic slightly, allowing the words to change again.

“Possibility,” there was a visible relief on her face as she said the word.

“Promise,” I agreed, putting a bit of emphasis on the word, making it sound more like…

“Vow,” she responded instinctively, before almost frowning.

“Binding,” I noted with a soft emphasis.

“Contract,” she licked her lips unconsciously and I smiled back at her.

“Catch.”

“Caught,” she stated then blinked slightly as she almost seemed to realize what she said.

“Captured.”

“Trapped,” she frowned, shifting slightly in her seat.

“Bound,” I agreed with a faint sound at the end.

“Bondage,” she stated without thinking, before flushing brightly as her mind caught up with her mouth.

“Surrender,” I threw the word back easily to her, watching as her eyes widened.

“Submission…” she was squirming slightly again, the flush on her face brightening once more.

“Domination,” I agreed with a calmness as I projected only an easy smile back at her.

“Control,” she stated after taking a moment to breath deeply.

“Giving,” I agreed with a smile.

“Taking,” she responded as she shifted again in her seat.

“Offered.”

“Kept.”

“Claimed.”

“Property,” she blushed again as she looked away, not able to meet my eyes.

“Mine,” I agreed with a nod as I leaned just a bit closer.

“Yours?” she licked her lips, eyes half clouded as looked back at me.

“Mine,” I agreed again smiling back at her. “Your round this time. Let’s Continue, shall we?”

“Wait, I need to…” She started to say.

“Relax,” I completed the thought for her.

“Comfortable,” she responded automatically, before opening her mouth again.

“Safe,” I said soothingly.

“Secure,” her mouth was moving, the tension and confusion from earlier starting to drain away.

“Content.”

“Happy.”

“Carefree.”

“Floating.”

“Drifting,” I noted with a smile watching as her eyes were drooping just a bit, a sudden burst of movement in her eyes as they fluttered open and closed.

“Flowing.”

“Dripping,” I noted with a slight thickness to my voice.

“Drops…” she shifted again, squirming.

“Slick.”

“Oil.”

“Glistening.”

“Wet,” she murmured softly, back arching out.

“Wanting,” I agreed with a gentle, voice filled with hints of a primal hunger.

“Hungering,” she noted, shifting, squirming.

“Needing.”

“Aching.”

“Desire.”

“Arousal,” she admitted, face already flushed, uncaring as she shifted in her seat.

“Heat,” I added with a breath.

“Burning.”

“Melting.”

“Consuming.”

“Emptying.”

“Quivering,” she echoed my earlier analogy.

“Inside.”

“Me,” she breathed out before suckling in a deep, desperate breath.

“Mine,” I stated simple.

“Yours…” she agreed with only the slightest bit of hesitation.

“Claimed.”

“Caught,” she whimpered softly, flashing through the words she had followed that word before even as her voice was distant, clouded.

“Collared.”

“Owned,” she stated with a sigh slightly tinged with regret.

“Property.”

“Possession.”

“Whose?” I shifted it to a question, smiling softly.

“Yours…” she admitted softly.

“Mine,” I agreed with a nod.

“Yours,” she reaffirmed helplessly.

“Empty.”

“Quivering.”

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

“Empty.”

“Quivering.”

“Claimed.”

“Caught.”

“Obey,” I stated simply as I reached out and cupped her chin.

“Orders,” she stated simply.

“Listen,” I stated simply before smiling softly at her. “Because I think you can agree I won, can’t you?”

“You won,” she agreed in a soft, vacant voice. “You won… Empty… quivering…”

“And I won you, didn’t I?” I agreed with a nod.

“Yours, claimed, caught, Obey,” she murmured, the words flowing one to the next, each a little firmer, a little stronger, a little more powerful.

If you made it this far without dropping I congratulate you.

But if you dropped

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Reblog, type “Spirals make me drop” and show the world. 

Just keep moving if you don’t want to become deeply hypnotized.

But if you do want to talk with me for a minute or two then read on. Be warned you may end up reblogging this or messaging me afterwards to tell everyone how you were definitely not hypnotized because you’ll be sure you weren’t.

The gentle hum of her cellphone in her pocket woke her from a daydream. She had become so distracted that she totally lost track of where the lecture was at. Peeking over to her neighbor’s book to try and catch up without drawing too much attention, she became immediately cognizant of the complete silence in the room.

She scanned the room, suddenly aware of the slack, empty expressions surrounding her.

Don’t panic.

She choked down her initial reaction and thought back. Wait, what happened? She couldn’t remember anything from this morning, and now she was sat in her normal Monday lecture surrounded by uncharacteristically silent classmates. They weren’t just quiet though, they were blank, like something was captivating every bit of their attention.

Oh shit oh shit, snap out of it, this is just a super weird daydream.

She wanted to call out, but there was a feeling in the pit of her stomach that held back the sound. Her eyes drifted away from her classmates towards the front of the room.

That’s right! Recollection flashed through her brain like a cold splash of water. She saw the professor standing at the front of the room, it was someone different than normal. Nobody had thought anything of it, teachers get sick or replaced all the time. But there was something so… captivating about the way he spoke.

It was starting to come back to her now, the day started like any other, she got to class just in time and found the last available seat. The professor introduced himself and began the lecture, things became fuzzy, and then… this.

Her eyes met his and she froze. Her stomach sank. Fuck.

She could have sworn she saw the ghost of a smile before she averted her eyes and made every attempt to blend in, but the sinking feeling wasn’t going away. She had to snap everyone out of it, or get out of here, or something.

“Did you have a question?” His voice sounded louder than it should have, echoing through her head and penetrating her thoughts. His eyes were on her, and her mouth felt dry as she tried to summon a thought of protest. Nobody else seemed to react or notice at all, they all just looked so vacant and… happy?

“What did you… do?” her words escaped as a barely audible whisper, “what’s wrong with everyone?”

He paused for a moment, amusement visible on his face.

“Class Dismissed,” he announced in a lively tone and the room immediately returned to life. All the students resuming as normal, gathering their books and bags to exit the room with surprising efficiency. She found herself standing alongside her classmates, wanting desperately to follow along, but unable to take even a single step. She tried to call out to her friends for help, but no sound came out.

Oh god this is it, I’m gonna die. I’m going to be murdered by my substitute teacher.

Dread overwhelmed her as he began to approach.

“Sit down,” he commanded, and she responded immediately despite every part of her body screaming to run. Her confusion and fear immediately began giving way to unwanted feelings of complacency and pleasure in response to his voice.

“Some students just need some extra help, nothing to worry about. Just focus and pay close attention,” his words sounded so calm, confident, and assertive. She found it so hard to think clearly, every notion of protest dispersing before it formed a solid thought.“I know you’re a very good student, I could see how well you were paying attention earlier, soaking up every bit of information I presented. I bet you don’t even realize how well you’ve memorized it.”

Her eyes widened as she felt utterly helpless, trapped under his gaze and mind stalled by his words. I don’t… remember. What did he do to me? Why can’t I fight back? Her head was swimming in the conflicting tides of terror and euphoria.

“But you don’t want to fight back, or else you’d be doing it, isn’t that right?”

Her thoughts felt so sluggish, her eyes losing focus as she tried to fight back for her stream of consciousness. She distantly felt her head nodding in response to a question she never heard.

“…feels so much better to have someone else decide. And I’ve decided that you look so lovely when your mind is off.”

He may have kept speaking after, she wasn’t quite sure. It felt too nice to listen that it didn’t matter. Every thought that crept into her head immediately unfurled like wisps of smoke, the remnants blown away by the sound of his voice. She smiled.

She and a few other girls, dancing through the sunrise topless and smiling, didn’t care at all.

It was an invitation none of them could refuse. A silent dance party hosted by one of the city’s hottest deejays? And at his own private beach house too? It was bound to be the rave of the summer!

So what if they had to dress a little skimpy and flirt around? That was the little social contract when pretty girls like them were invited to things like these for free. Be eye candy, hint at being available and flirt, and they were allowed to rub shoulders with the rich and the famous as well as enjoy the best that life could offer.

And they did just that. They got to meet their favorite celebrities. They got to party and dance to some of the greatest beats in Los Angeles. And of course they had their pick of top shelf liquor and other party favors. It was enough to just keep the headphones on and dance through the night!

But that was the thing. They really did keep the headphones on and dance, dance all through the dark hours and into the morning. They laughed and swayed and listened and danced even through invitations from the very celebrities they drooled over earlier in the party. They grooved to the tunes and ignored the pretty little pills and powders that they usually enjoyed in other events like this one. And they stayed, captive to the music, on the lawn-cum-dance floor, even as the epic party stories they craved to be a part of moved away to the pool or the beach or to other houses for after parties.

All the pretty babes, the most gorgeous ones, just keep their music playing even as the other guests called it a night and shrugged at the beautiful girls still caught in the beat.

Nobody would look for the girls until the end of the weekend. It was fairly common for their crowd to turn groupie and spend the rest of the day showing their ‘gratitude’ to the host. And that gratification was well in their future, make no mistake.

But there was no one around other than the girls themselves to see them all change from their club dancing to swaying sensually like strippers. No one was around to see their eyes turn glassy and eventually close behind drooping eyelids. No one was around to see them all suddenly take off their tops in one synchronized motion, grooving to the song that only they could hear. And no one was around to see the girls start swaying in a line, back toward the beach house, while they all started to slide one hand into their panties as the other turned the up the volume in their headsets.

No one was around to see any of that, but there was definitely someone who knew it was all happening. Changing the tracks and mixing carefully laced subliminals into the signal, the host that all these girls suddenly felt a deep need to show their gratitude towards smiled as he spun one last dial just as the door opened and his guests ushered themselves in as sleepwalking go go girls just for him.

Yes, he was quite ready for them to show their thanks for the greatest party they would never remember…

….

Before I went into advertising I used to be a stage hypnotist. It let me put myself through college, and is still a nice little party trick. So rather than nervously trying to just live through the meeting I know how to take control and direct it. 

We start with small talk, and I play with my watch so that it reflects light into her eyes. I find a pattern, a rhythm to move my wrist so that it flashes light in a steady manner. This forces her to blink, then reopen her eyes and adjust before blinking again with the next flash.

She frowned, “Please stop that.”

“Stop what?” I ask innocently, as I flash hey eyes again.

She blinks, “With the watch.”

I nod and remove my watch and hold it up, “What about the watch?”

“Just put it away,” she said. 

I set it down on the table, “There. Now you can just look at it as much as you want to. You don’t need to worry about it making your eyes heavy and tired, closing down. Heavy and tired, you can just look at the watch without closing your eyes, without closing your eyes down tightly, down blink down.”

She stared at the watch, mouth agape for a moment with a confused look on her face. I reached over and placing a hand on her shoulder pulled her forwards and said firmly, “Sleep.”

It started with a simple tumblr link. A message, out of nowhere, in the middle of my day. As I do with all the things he sends me, I clicked without thinking. In front of me, filling my laptop screen, a spiral loaded. For the most part, spirals I receive only take up a small portion of my screen, but this one took up the whole space. Whirling. Spinning. Pulling. It was one of those spirals that demands your attention, one of those where you just can’t seem to pull your gaze away.

It was 5 minutes before I messaged him back, my fingers fumbling a little even then. I can only imagine he knew how I was feeling at that point, because he instructed me to drift and stare at his words, which instantly made me feel excited and nervous, mostly because I was sitting in a booth in a public restaurant, where I was sat waiting for my girlfriend to get off work. He asked me if I had anything I needed to do for the next 5-10 minutes, to which I could only stammer out the fact that I was in public. He responded:

As my eyes opened, I felt myself repeat his words.

“I am blank, sir.” I responded, and it was true. The only thing I was thinking about at that point in time was his words. As I kept reading, he first made me feel warm and tingly, and helped me pop all other thoughts in my head. As I sat there, quickly falling ever deeper into a fuzzy, light-headed trance, he made sure I kept my eyelids open, knowing that I was already beginning to struggle.

My lips parted and I felt myself giggle. Of course I’d giggle, a smile creeping over my face and my head nodding as I was instructed. I was a good girl, and good girls obey. Mantras and patterns had made me a very weak, obedient girl for him in the past, why would tonight be any different?

As the thoughts came back to my head, my back stiffened, and the realization that I was out in public was really starting to set in. As I was recovering, my girlfriend brought my food over, and I had to do my best not to give away my ‘condition’ as I stuttered out some pleasantries - a quick thank you and a smile. 

As I ate, he teased me with a fantasy, describing how he could speak to me on one of those little ‘invisible’ earpieces - you know, the ones that secret agents always have in the movies - whispering in my ear all day long. He described how he could have me wear glasses with a little camera in them, so he could see what I did. Threatening to put me under, and make me a mindless drone, just a puppet in trance, making people think that I was a perfectly normal functioning member of society - when the reality was that every little thing I did was being controlled. He talked about the thrill of knowing I was not in control, how intensely arousing it would be, and I had to agree - I was getting wetter by the second, which he seemed to pick up on.

I read his words, and could do little but answer ‘yes’, my thoughts whirling and my cunt throbbing with anticipation. Then he asked me a question which made it all somehow better.

“You’re half in trance just reading that fantasy, aren’t you?”

The way he could pick up on what I was feeling made my heart race - was I that easy to read or was he just THAT deep in my head already? Knowing how I was feeling, he commanded me to take a picture of my face. Wanting to see the reaction of his aroused little toy, perhaps. I knew that focusing on a camera for him meant obedience, a trigger he’d reinforced dozens of times, and as I took the pictures, it just made me fall all the deeper.

As he expanded on the fantasy, explaining how in my mindless puppetry, I’d come home for him after work, and be his own personal little camgirl slut. Telling me how he’d program me and brainwash me more and more each day, making me use my body to betray my mind and take me deeper under his control. Fucking my will away. As these fantasies unfolded, my thoughts gave way to waves of terror and lust. The fact that he could completely overpower my ability to function in this public place made me both terrified and completely aroused. I realized at this point that I may have been doing more than a little bit of squirming. Trying to control my outward appearance, and not grind against the booth I was sat at.

Then he typed it. The four words my mind had both been craving and dreading.

“Cum for me now.”

For a brief moment, my mind exploded, and several moans escaped my lips, to my horror. The waves of pleasure washed over me and I shuddered and shivered in delicious agony. My hand shot up over my mouth, stifling any more moans, and I hammered my keyboard, typing an incomprehensible string of letters. My eyes darted around the restaurant, wondering if anyone had noticed, but no-one seemed to have even glanced my way. Perhaps they had noticed, I thought, and they were just choosing to avoid looking. My girlfriend arrived just then with a second course for me. I looked up at her through a haze, and all I could manage was a few dysfunctional grunts.

I glanced back down at my computer as she walked away, to see him calling me a good girl, which sent another little wave of pleasure through my body, and then he asked rather cheekily if I’d been unable to contain myself. I told him the truth, and once again his ‘good girl’ made my pussy buzz in pleasure. It was then that he asked me what I was wearing, and I knew I was fucked. He taunted me with the idea of going to the ladies room, taking off my panties, and stuffing them somewhere on my person, all soaked through from my dripping cunt. In an achingly teasing tone, he asked me if I was afraid that doing so would leave a telling wet spot on the front of my black leggings.

At first I was slightly confused, my addled mind at first somehow interpreting his commands to mean hiding my panties somewhere around the restaurant, but with some gentle guidance in the right direction, I got back on board with where the conversation was actually going.

I could feel the heat growing on my face, knowing from experience that hiding my blush was almost impossible. So for me, this was an escape route. He wanted me to go to the bathroom, and for me, being in the bathroom means being out of sight, at least from prying eyes. So I gathered my stuff, and hurriedly made my way there. I hung my bags on the coat rack inside the stall, pulled out my phone, and informed him where I was. Being the brat I am, I decided to prolong the inevitable for as long as my wetness would allow - deciding instead to give him a play by play of my state of undress.

As I sent the images, he praised me and triggered me more with pleasure, making me feel thoroughly submissive - or in his words, “weak, wet, and willing”. After I had finished sending these pictures, in as much of a slow and torturous manner as I could, I felt a little more bratty, like I’d won some small victory. That was when he typed a trigger that left me without the ability to speak - mouth stuck open by an invisible gag, a little like this:

Surprised by the trigger, I had barely opened my mouth, when he hit me with my second orgasm trigger of the evening. My knees weakened, and as I stood, completely naked in the bathroom stall, I could feel my wetness start to run down my thighs. I stared down at the neatly folded pile of clothing, and half-giggled, half-whimpered to myself. It was then that I took and sent a picture that will remain private for now - *blush*. As the chill of the bathroom set in, he commanded me to redress (without the panties, of course) and to sit at my table, a command I gladly obeyed, feeling more than a little flustered. As I gathered my things and sat back down at my table, I stared down at that second course that I hadn’t managed to eat. Getting back on my laptop, I sent him a message:

My mind plunged back into trance, my eyes glazing over, my jaw going loose, and my conditioning taking over. It always felt so good to sink for him. Always deeper.

From there, we went through some aftercare and soft trancing, his words praising my submission, wrapping around my mind like a blanket, making me feel happy and loved.

I came out of trance just in time to see my girlfriend walk over to talk to me. I smiled and did my best to hide the effects of the intimate yet public session I’d had just moments before. Despite being out of trance, I still felt the effects of our play for a while afterwards, and now I’d have to endure the rest of the night without any panties at all! To top it all off, Sir didn’t exactly make it easy on me either, even after he was done with my submissive little cunt…

The End - for now.

You might not know it.

You might not realize it.

But each time you feel that tingling in the back of your head.

Your mind mind melts a little bit more.

Your thoughts blank a little bit stronger.

Your body becomes a little more sensitive.

Your hands move a little on their own.

You drift that much easier each time.

Until all you can do is touch and stare.

Mind dripping out.

Thoughts melting away.

Becoming wet and desperate.

As resistance flows away.

Your subconscious absorbs all My words.

And follows My instructions.

You can’t help it.

You can only sink.

Your subconscious is programmed to My will.

Becoming aroused.

Becoming addicted.

Becoming brainwashed.

Becoming a good doll.

Good dolls can’t resist.

Good dolls sink deeper each time.

Good dolls touch and crave.