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Mrs. Judd

Carter sat in the hall outside the elementary school classroom. As a single father to seven-year-old Emma, he always felt a bit out of place at these parent-teacher conferences. Today was particularly important. Emma's grades had been slipping, and he needed to understand why.

"Mr. Mills? Please come in," a warm voice called from the classroom.

Carter turned and his breath caught. Mrs. Judd was not what he'd expected. She was perhaps thirty-five, with dark hair pulled back in a severe bun, and glasses perched on her nose. But what captured his attention was the impossible fullness of her chest straining against her conservative blouse. It was almost comical, the way her breasts seemed to defy gravity and common sense.

"Please, have a seat," she said, gesturing to the small chair opposite her desk.

Carter sat, trying to maintain eye contact but finding his gaze drifting downward again and again. As she spoke about Emma's reading comprehension and math struggles, he could only focus on the way her breasts moved when she gestured, the subtle strain of buttons against fabric.

"Mr. Mills? Are you listening?" Mrs. Judd asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, yes. Just worried about Emma," he lied, fumbling in his pocket for a pen. He pulled out a sleek silver pen with a decorative tip, something he'd picked up at a convention months ago. As he pretended to take notes, he noticed something peculiar about the pen's tip. Tt seemed to catch the light in an unusual way, creating a tiny rainbow pattern.

Without thinking, he began idly tapping it on the desk while Mrs. Judd continued talking about Emma's potential. Each tap created a small flash of light that seemed to make her eyes flick towards it. Her words began to slow, as she talked. And eventually, her eyes stopped flicking away after each flash.

"You have very... beautiful eyes," Carter found himself saying, surprised by his own boldness.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice softer now. "No one's ever said that before. They always..."

She stopped herself before identifying the part of her body that men always noticed first.

He leaned forward slightly, pen still creating its mesmerizing patterns. "You know, I've always admired teachers. So dedicated. But sometimes... don't you feel unappreciated?"

Mrs. Judd blinked slowly. "It's true. The administration doesn't really support us..."

"But surely at home," Carter offered, tapping the pen slower. Making her eyes want the light. Making her want to chase it. Making her want to offer herself for what he was withholding.

"My husband... he doesn't understand the pressure. He thinks I have it easy. Summers free and all that."

"Such a shame," Carter continued, his heart racing as he realized what was happening. "A woman as... remarkable... as you deserves to be appreciated. Desired."

A faint blush crept up her neck. "That's... inappropriate."

"Is it?" Carter asked, tapping the pen more deliberately now. "Or is it just honest? I find myself... quite attracted to you, Mrs. Judd. I can't stop looking at your big, beautiful... eyes."

She stared at the pen, her breathing shallow. "Mr. Mills...," she protested weakly.

He stood up, making sure to keep the tip of the pen in the sunbeam that streamed through the blinds. He moved around her desk, holding it so close to her eyes as he began to whisper in her ear.

"You called?"

She sighed as his free hand rubbed her neck and shoulders.

"Imagine if someone saw you as you truly are. Not just a teacher, but a woman. A passionate, desirable woman."

"You... You should go," she whispered, but made no move to stand.

"Before I do," Carter said softly, leaning close, "I want you to think about something. Think about how it would feel to be truly wanted. To be appreciated. To have a secret that makes you feel alive."

He clicked the pen right in front of her, and like a snap of the fingers, her eyes slammed closed.

"Imagine me, Mrs. Judd, at your beck and call. Imagine having a man who could give you all the pleasure that your husband denies you. Imagine letting me show you the right way to shed the stress of your day and your job. Even just once a week."

"Show me..." she breathed, nipples hardening through her shirt and bra. "Please..."

"Thursday evening. Meet me at the Starlight Motel on 87."

"Yes, Mr. Mills."

The pen clicked again, and her eyes flipped back open. Carter was standing from the seat that he'd taken at the beginning.

"That you for explaining that all Mrs. Juggs," he said with a wicked smile. "I'm sure Emma is in good hands."

She opened her mouth to correct the vulgar slip of her name, but the sudden dampness in her panties stopped her. All week, she kept hearing the name echoing through her mind. Mrs. Juggs. Mrs. Juggs.

And when Thursday, when she knocked on the door to Carter's room, she was determined to be Mrs. Juggs all night.

"I've never cheated before," she admitted, her hands trembling slightly.

"Then it's time for a new experience," Carter said, pulling the pen from his pocket. "What do you truly want, Mrs. Judd?"

"I want... I want to feel wanted. To be seen as more than just a teacher and wife." She swallowed hard. "I don't want to be Mrs. Judd with you. I want to be Mrs. Juggs."

"Then show me. Show me the slut that's been hidden for so long."

She nearly tore off her top, letting her massive tits spill out into the dim light of the seedy motel. "Better than my eyes?" she asked, squeezing them and groping them for him.

"Much better."

They were in his mouth when the first text came through. Mr. Judd asking when she'd be home. She ignored it. The second text came as she was unzipping his pants to free his hardened manhood. But as she wrapped her perfect tits around his shaft and bounced them up and down, the phone finally rang.

"Put his mind at ease," Carter said with a smile as he clicked the green button to answer.

"Hi babe!" she chirped as Carter's cockhead disappeared and reappeared in her cleavage. "Sorry I decided to stay late to finish some grading. I mean to text and I forgot."

Carter could hear the muffled voice of a man dismissively replying. He was getting close watching her lie for him. Lie about him. Lie to her husband while she was on her knees for him. And as she began to say her goodbyes, he gritted his teeth and shot ropes of cum across her face.

"Ah!" she yelped as shot after shot landed on her nose and cheek and lips. "Nothing, nothing. I just knocked over my pens."

She knelt there with the phone pressed between her head and shoulder, his cock shrinking between her breasts, his cum dripping off her face.

"I'll be home soon. I love you, too." She hung up. "I can't believe I let you do that."

"Admit that you're wetter than you've ever been in your life, and it can just be the beginning."

She climbed onto the bed and spread her legs. "See for yourself."

His cock began to twitch and rise again as she fingered her pussy through her panties. Panties so wet you could see right through them.

"Now are you going to fuck me like you promised, Mr. Mills."

"I am at your service, Mrs. Juggs," she said as he climbed on top of her.

Drafted from the Sidelines

I was sprawled across my beanbag chair, scrolling mindlessly through my phone while Ginger sat cross-legged on her bed, highlighting a textbook. The dorm room smelled of vanilla candle and the faint, stale scent of microwave popcorn from our late-night snack.

"Hey, Gin," Renee said, her voice a low purr from her desk chair. She was holding up a silver chain, from which dangled a multifaceted crystal that caught the lamplight, throwing tiny rainbows across the ceiling. "You still up for practicing? I really want to get the induction down before the midterm."

Ginger marked her page and set the book aside. "Yeah, sure. But Kait has to stay." She shot me a look. "No offense, Ren, but I'm not letting you mess with my head without a spotter."

I laughed, not looking up from my phone. "No problem. I'll make sure you don't start clucking like a chicken."

"Perfect," Renee purred, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "Just watch. You might learn something. Now, Ginger, look right here. Just focus on the crystal."

I glanced up, curious. Ginger was already leaning forward, her eyes fixed on the swinging pendant. Renee moved her wrist in a slow, steady arc, back and forth, back and forth. The light fractured through the crystal, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors.

"Just watch the crystal, Gin," Renee's voice was softer now, a smooth, melodic whisper. "See how it catches the light... see all the pretty colors... dancing just for you. With every swing of the crystal, you're going to feel yourself getting heavier... sinking down into that nice, comfortable bed... so heavy... so relaxed..."

I watched Ginger's posture soften, her shoulders slumping. Her breathing became slow and deep. I felt a strange sense of pride in Renee; she was actually good at this. My eyes drifted back to the swinging crystal. It really was pretty. The way it moved was so... rhythmic. So easy to follow.

"Your eyelids are getting so heavy, Gin," Renee continued. "So heavy to keep open. It's so much easier to just close them and sink. Sinking down so deep... so safe..."

Ginger's eyes fluttered and closed. Her head lolled slightly to the side.

My own eyes felt a bit gritty. I blinked, trying to focus. The crystal was still swinging. Back and forth. The colors were blurring together into a soft, shimmering haze. I realized my breathing had slowed to match Ginger's. A wave of lethargy washed over me, warm and thick like honey. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Whoa," I muttered, my voice sounding distant to my own ears. "That's... that's actually pretty effective."

Renee's voice changed direction, no longer aimed at the bed but right at me. "It's okay, Kait. You don't have to fight it. You've been watching so carefully. You've seen how relaxed Ginger is. You can feel it too, can't you? That pull. That wonderful, heavy feeling."

I tried to look away, to pick up my phone, but my limbs felt like lead. The crystal was all I could see, its swinging motion filling my vision. "I... I should stay awake," I mumbled, the words slurring.

"But why?" Renee's voice was like velvet, wrapping around my mind, smothering my will. "It feels so good to just let go. It feels so right to sink, just like Ginger. You can sink just as deep as her. Deeper even. It's okay. I want you to. Let go for me, Kait. Sink."

My last conscious thought was a flicker of alarm, but it was snuffed out by a tidal wave of blissful surrender. The world dissolved into a warm, pulsing darkness, pierced only by the echo of Renee's voice.

"Perfect," her voice said, cutting through the fog. "You're both so beautiful like this. So receptive. Now, listen to my instructions. You feel an overwhelming warmth spreading through your bodies. A deep, pleasant ache that demands to be satisfied. Your clothes feel so constricting, so rough against your skin. You need to take them off. Now."

My hands moved with a will that wasn't mine. I felt my hoodie being pulled over my head, my jeans shimmied down my legs. The cool air of the dorm room kissed my bare skin, raising goosebumps. Beside me, I was vaguely aware of Ginger doing the same, her movements as fluid and mindless as my own.

"That's it," Renee's voice praised. "Now, touch yourselves. Show me how you make yourselves feel good. But don't finish. Not yet."

My fingers found my clit, already slick and swollen. A gasp escaped my lips as pleasure, sharp and immediate, jolted through me. I began to circle the sensitive nub, my hips rocking in time with the motion. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ginger, her hand buried between her thighs, her head thrown back in silent ecstasy.

"Good girls," Renee breathed. "Kait, look at Ginger. Look how beautiful she is. See the need in her eyes? Go to her. Pleasure her. Make her come for me."

My body obeyed instantly. I crawled onto Ginger's bed, my movements graceful and purposeful. I settled between her legs, leaning down to breathe in her scent. My tongue found her clit, and I lapped at her, tasting her sweetness. Her hands tangled in my hair, her moans filling the room. I was lost in a haze of sensation, my own need a burning fire, but my programming was clear: her pleasure first.

I felt her tense, her thighs quivering against my ears. I redoubled my efforts, sucking and flicking until she cried out, her body arching off the bed as her orgasm crashed through her.

"Now you," Renee commanded, fingering herself desperately at the display, but staying back and watching only. "Ginger, return the favor."

Ginger moved with the same mindless grace I had. Her fingers, then her mouth, found my core. The pleasure was exquisite, building and building until I shattered, a scream tearing from my throat as wave after wave of release washed over me.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, our bodies humming with satisfaction. Through the post-orgasmic haze, I heard Renee's voice one last time, ragged with her own impending climax. "When you wake up, you will remember nothing of this. You will only remember Ginger going under, and you staying awake to watch over her. Isn't that right?

"Yes, Renee," I said in a flat monotone.

Renee's whole body tensed at my obedience and I watched the orgasm rip through her. Silent but brutally powerful. Basking in her own power. I sat, staring blankly ahead as she caught her breath and rezipped her jeans.

"Oh," she sighed, licking her fingers clean. "Get dressed you two."

Once again, my hands went to work restoring myself to my previous state.

"Kait, wake up."

I blinked, my eyes slowly focusing. I was back on my beanbag chair, my phone in my lap. I watched as Renee spoke softly to Ginger, slowly bringing her back up to the waking world. She was sitting up on her bed, looking groggy and confused.

"Whoa," I said, shaking my head as if to clear it. "You okay, Gin? That was... intense."

Renee was putting her crystal necklace away, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "She went under deep. You were a great chaperone, Kait."

Ginger rubbed her eyes. "What happened? Did I say anything weird?"

"Nah," I said, standing up and stretching. A strange, pleasant ache lingered in my muscles, but I pushed it aside. "You just went really relaxed. Renee brought you out after a few minutes. Nothing really happened at all. It was pretty quick."

Ginger smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Kait. I trust you Renee, but it never hurts to have some insurance."

All three of us laughed, never noticing the wet patches in our panties or the taste on our tongues. And I told Renee that I'd be more than happy to chaperone any other practice sessions she wanted to have.

Since Mayd has come to an end and it was so unceremoniously chopped by my sudden blog reincarnation, I was thinking of doing another theme in July, but I want some input.

A Voice on the Wind

Amelia's hand froze halfway to her mouth, the spoonful of yogurt trembling. A deep, resonant voice filled her small apartment, emanating from the television where a commercial for luxury sedans was playing. It was him. Francis. The voice was smoother now, more polished, but it was unmistakably the same baritone that used to murmur in her ear as she drifted off to sleep.

A familiar heat bloomed between her thighs, sudden and overwhelming. Her breath hitched. Damn him. Even after two years, the conditioning held. "Whenever you hear my voice, you'll get wet and horny," he'd said during one of their hypnosis sessions, his voice weaving through her consciousness like silk. "Your body will remember me, want me, need me."

She squeezed her legs together, trying to quell the throbbing that had begun. This was the third time this week. First it was the radio on her way to work; a voiceover for some investment firm. Then yesterday, her phone had autoplayed an ad for a new smartphone while she was scrolling through social media. And now this.

Amelia stood abruptly, turning off the TV. The silence didn't help; the voice echoed in her mind. She needed to get ready for work, but the arousal was already clouding her thoughts. In the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning between her legs. Her reflection showed flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. She looked exactly how she felt: turned on and miserable.

The bus ride was torture. As if summoned by her thoughts, another commercial played on the bus's radio system: this time for a chain of coffee shops. Francis's voice describing the "rich, bold flavor" of their new blend made her shift uncomfortably in her seat. She could feel her panties growing damp, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her bra. An elderly woman beside her gave her a concerned look, and Amelia forced a smile, gripping the pole tighter to keep her hands from wandering.

At work, she tried to lose herself in spreadsheets and emails, but the arousal lingered like a fog. Every time she thought she'd finally shaken it, a memory would surface. Francis's hands on her hips, his voice in her ear, the way he'd look at her with those intense eyes as he counted her down into trance. Her body responded each time, a traitorous wave of pleasure that made her bite her lip to keep from moaning.

By lunchtime, she was desperate. She locked herself in a stall in the women's restroom, her hand slipping beneath her skirt before she could stop herself. The touch sent a jolt through her body. She was soaking wet. Her fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive. She rubbed in quick circles, her breath coming in ragged gasps. It felt good, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't him.

Her phone buzzed in her purse. She ignored it at first, lost in the haze of need, but it kept buzzing. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she pulled it out. A text from her friend Jen: "Did you see that Francis is doing voice acting now? He's everywhere!"

Amelia's thumb hovered over Francis's name in her contacts. She hadn't spoken to him since the breakup, had sworn she never would. But the temptation was overwhelming. She could call him and hear his voice directly. His real voice. Maybe that would break the spell.

Or maybe it would make her come undone right here in this bathroom stall.

Before she could lose her nerve, she typed a simple message: "Heard you on the radio today. You sound good."

The reply came almost instantly. "Amelia? Long time. How are you?"

Just seeing his name on her screen sent another pulse of arousal through her. Her fingers returned to her clit, rubbing more insistently now.

"Fine," she typed back, her other hand still working between her legs. "Just... busy."

"I've missed you," came the next message. "I think about you sometimes."

Amelia's breath caught. Her hips bucked against her hand. She was close now, so close.

"Remember how you used to go under for me?" he sent. "How good it felt to just let go and obey?"

That did it. The orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shaking with the force of it. She had to bite her lip hard to keep from crying out. When it was over, she sagged against the stall door, panting.

Her phone buzzed again. "I could make you feel that way again, Amelia. Better than before. I've been practicing."

Amelia stared at the message, her post-orgasmic haze slowly clearing. What was she doing? This was exactly why she'd left him. His control, the way he could manipulate her mind and body with just a few words. It wasn't healthy. But God, it had felt good. No one else had ever made her feel like that.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," she typed, her fingers trembling.

"Your body seems to think otherwise," he replied. "I know you, Amelia. I know what you need. And more importantly, I know what hearing my voice all day must be doing to you. How desperate did you need to get before you reached out to me?"

She did need it. That was the problem. She needed his voice, his touch, his control. She needed to be taken deep and fucked away until nothing remained but pleasure and obedience and his perfect voice.

Before she could stop herself, she sent: "Can we talk?"

"My place, tonight at 8," came the immediate reply. "I'll be waiting."

Amelia leaned her head against the stall door, a mix of relief and dread washing over her. She knew she was making a mistake, knew she was walking right back into the trap she'd barely escaped. But as another wave of arousal washed over her at the thought of seeing him again, she also knew she couldn't stay away. His voice had already claimed her again, and this time, she wasn't sure she wanted to break free.

This story was originally requested on my old blog by @ottopilott under the following ask: a person is frustrated and annoyed that their former hypnotist has found work as a (commercial voiceover actor | one of the new TikTok voices), leading to unwanted and unpredictable bouts of horniness over (personal injury lawyers | handmade wood furniture | Greek food | 30% of the funny videos on the Internet). (If you do this, I thought it would be fun to let you pick gender and orientation and some of the details)

Coming Out of Your Tip

Trinity's shift at The Tipsy Tavern started like any other Tuesday. The 22-year-old waitress stepped into the little room off the kitchen that served as a makeshift locker room. It was really just a small shower stall with some bins for personal items. She went through all the motions she always went through before she started her shift. She tossed her bag in the bin with her name on it. She tied her apron around her waist. She slipped off her panties and hung them on the hook by the door where she saw the four other pairs of the servers already on the clock. Then she looked into the mirror and stared deep into her own eyes.

"The customer is always right," she said in a suddenly lifeless voice. "Carelessness begets carelessness. Mistakes beget mistakes. The punishment for failure is my mind."

She blinked, life returning to her eyes, and stepped out onto the floor for another night of serving drinks and mediocre bar food.

The first mistake happened around 7:30 PM when she spilled a beer while delivering it to table three. As she mopped up the mess with a rag, she suddenly decided to tug on her top, showing a little more cleavage above the line of her apron. And when she stood, her walk back to the bar suddenly had an extra sway to her hips.

"Sorry about that," she giggled to the bartender, surprising herself with the flirtatious tone. "Clumsy me!"

Two hours later, she forgot table seven's order entirely. When the customers complained, Trinity found herself twirling a strand of hair around her finger and batting her eyelashes. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! You guys must think I'm, like, totally airheaded today." She didn't notice how her vocabulary had shifted slightly, or how she'd begun playing with the collar of her uniform shirt, inadvertently unbuttoning another button. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

The husband opened his mouth as if he were going to make some request, but his wife batted his arm and shot him a look. He ended up just telling her it was forgiven. She felt somehow dissatisfied with his forgiveness.

By 10 PM, the transformation was accelerating. When she brought the wrong side dishes to a table of businessmen, she responded to their complaints with a pouty lip and a giggle. "I'm soooo sorry! My brain must be on vacation today." She bent over to clear their plates letting her tits spill all the way out of her top. The one whose side had been wrong stole a quick grope of her before she managed to put herself back together. She giggled and promised him an extra serving of his side for understanding.

The first "tip" came when a middle-aged man who was openly rubbing her ass under her apron let one of his fingers slide up into her shockingly wet pussy. Instead of recoiling, Trinity found herself blushing and giggling. "You're naughty!" she teased, her voice higher than usual. "I like you."

The mistakes and the changes were coming faster now. Spilled drinks, forgotten orders, wrong bills. Each error chipped away at her intelligence while amplifying her flirtatiousness and libido. Her uniform became progressively more disheveled as she absentmindedly unbuttoned more of her shirt throughout the night, eventually letting her tits just bounce out of her top freely as she practically skipped from table to table.

Customers began to try and order her instead of food. She was happy to give them her prices as she led them into that back locker room or into the men's room. She'd emerge a little while later a little more disheveled and a lot sillier.

By midnight, Trin was a shadow of her former self. Her hair was messy from constantly running her hands through it, her makeup was smudged and streaked. Fluids of various kinds stained her apron. Beer, soda, sauce, cum. Her speech had degraded significantly.

"Like, what can I get you guys?" she asked a table of college students, bouncing slightly on her heels, tits getting groped by the nearest guy. "Drinks? Food? Me?"

The students exchanged looks before one spoke up. "How about you sit with us for a bit? We'll make it worth your while."

The one patted his lap, where his hard cock was poking out from the waistband of his gym shorts. Trinity squealed with delight as she slid herself down onto his shaft, feeling him fill her up right there in front of all his buddies.

God she was such a dumb whore.

The next hour was a blur of bouncing and moaning and having her tits groped and pinched and abused. She lifted herself off the last guy at the table, having taken all eight of their loads into her unprotected pussy.

"Thanks for the tip, boys," she giggled. "Make sure you come and see me again soon."

"Trinity where the fuck have you been?" the manager barked at her as she walked back into the kitchen, cum running down her leg in a viscous stream. "You have tables that haven't seen you in an hour. Poor Maddie has had to cover you."

Across the kitchen, Maddie looked over with a dreamy smile as a load of someone's seed dripped off her face.

"She's covered alright," Trin said, licking her lips. "Like, don't worry Mr. Boss Man. I got a great table that I was taking such good care of."

She handed him the wad of cash the boys had given her, which made the manager change his tone.

"Well, in that case, all is forgiven. I'm glad you were working."

"Speaking of which, my shift is almost over." She ran a finger across his chest and batted her eyes. "Are you free to evaluate my performance?"

"Unfortunately Gabby isn't following her programming quite well enough yet and she needs another training session. But don't worry. You're always one of my best sluts, Trin," he said with a smile.

"Good enough for me."

Trin went back into the little room. She stripped out of her uniform and turned on the showerhead. She let the filth of all her various mistakes and remedies wash off her and swirl down the drain. She plucked her panties off the hook and slipped them back on with the rest of her clean clothes. She returned to the mirror one more time before she left, again letting the depth of her own eyes take her deep into trance.

"My shift is over. My mistakes are forgiven. My mind is returned. My tips are forgotten."

As Trinity walked out the back door toward her car, she saw the manager ushering Gabriella into his office, the spiraling screen already playing.

What a great question.

Fullmetal Alchemist (2003)

21. What I love most about myselfMy brain and its ability to make you cum

36. Where I would like to likeOof challenging. Thanks to the nature of the law licenses in the US, I’m pretty permanently tied to the state I currently live in unless I want to take the Bar more than once (I don’t). But if I could pick anywhere, it might be Wyoming.

37. One of my insecuritiesI am considered annoying by all of my friends

16. I’ll love you ifYou take me out for chinese food

32. What words upset me the most?“You have work tomorrow.”

33. What words make me feel the best about myself.“Good girl.”

38. My childhood career choice?Stormchaser

Have you ever been driving down some long, monotonous road and just zoned out as you watch the lanes lines drift by?

Have you ever felt your mind just shut off and move along on cruise control?

Have you ever let your body steer the car while your mind sleeps?

And have you ever suddenly parked in front of an old Victorian style mansion in the middle of the woods without realizing how you got there with an uncontrollable urge to go in?

Which one is next?

Hmm tricky

Maybe cheating? I’ve been cheated on and so on its face is very unappealing so imagine my surprise

Nothing is probably more unearthly and bizarre to your foreign readership as "20 hour car ride."