A firm slap followed by a stern “Excuse me”?

Bending her over mid sentence for inspection. It’s hard to sass when you’re exposed like that.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up to meet my gaze, and saying “mind your manners”.

Pulling her over my lap for a quick, but hard spanking. It should be under 2 minutes, but intense enough to remind her it could go a *lot* longer.

Making her kneel beside you while you’re finishing something up. Stuffing her panties in her mouth and warning her not to drop them is an added bonus.

Cuffing her hands behind her then exposing her tits. Reminding her that she’s eye candy needs to drop the attitude.

Yanking her pants to her knees, grabbing a tight hold of her neck, and marching her to the corner. Make her hold whatever position you prefer once she’s there, but her struggling to keep up and the look on her face while you remind her who’s in charge and what you’re going to do to her for misbehaving is perfect.

Making her strip naked for a spanking. Pull her over your lap, and make her sit there for a while before you actually begin. Spank her, make her get on her knees and apologize, then pull her back over your lap to finish the spanking. That keeps her off balance and submissive.

Grabbing her cheeks with one hand, forcing her mouth open, spitting inside it, closing her mouth, forcefully telling her to swallow, then sweetly asking “what were you saying”?

The first time he comes over, when he smiles and caresses your cheek…

…then grabs you by the hair, pushes you to (and almost through) the floor, one boot against the back of your neck, saying, “Arms out, legs open… Now. This is education, not punishment. You haven’t done anything wrong. When I say ‘down,’ this is down. You get down. I never want to have to put you in this position again. And trust me, you don’t want me to put you in this position. Are we clear?”

The original, infamous MindMelter. 

Use it responsibly. But use it well ;). 

If anyone wants their own copy I can see if I can send it to you through e-mail. Just drop me an ask. 

Oh and reblog this if you found it useful :)

“I think it’s time we had a little talk about expectations, baby doll. Don’t you?” Marissa squirmed and wriggled, desperately struggling to keep her attention on her lover’s words and not the teasing thrum of the massaging vibrator against her clit. It wasn’t easy, though. His strong fingers kept her labia parted, allowing the buzzing toy to press inside her soaking pussy, and he painted her flesh with the bulbous silicone head like a Renoir or a Gauguin transforming her cunt into a masterpiece of pleasure. Marissa’s resistance leaked out onto the bedding almost involuntarily, leaving her in the absolute worst headspace for a discussion like this.

But her vulnerability was the hottest part, wasn’t it? That was why she explicitly consented to negotiating their boundaries while he teased her slick, dripping pussy; she wanted to see what he could get her to agree to, what he could make her want while she was trapped within his embrace and moaning in mindless pleasure for him. “I know you’re enjoying this, and I am too,” he murmured softly into her ear, “and I think it’s time to stop pretending that you only want to submit to me in the bedroom. After all, you do like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you, pretty girl?” Marissa blinked hard, trying to shake off the waves of overwhelming bliss that drugged her into blank, amiable compliance. It wasn’t easy.

“It’s okay, slut. You can admit it to me.” Marissa could feel Ron’s warm breath against her skin, tickling her sensitive flesh with every word. She was so aroused right now that every sensation seemed heightened, the throbbing buzz in her cunt most of all. “You like being guided. You want to be led. You need my instruction to give you that deep, blissful sense of fulfillment and purpose. Why would you want to limit that to just a short while at the end of a long, exhausting day?” Marissa grunted involuntarily; he knew exactly where to hit her dazed, groggy mind to make her weak and wet and deliciously susceptible to his hypnotic influence, making her boundaries soft and malleable in the most erotic way. She wanted to say yes to everything right now, especially if it meant that the teasing thrum would deepen into climax.

But she promised. She promised that if she agreed to something while he teased her like this, she’d commit to it for at least a week and see how it made her feel. She’d enthusiastically consented to that of her own free will because she wanted to have something real at stake–if Ron could coax her into surrendering one of her limits while he was playing with her pussy like this, after all, then that would mean she was really losing herself to his hypnotic control. It would mean he was really… oh fuck, really f-fucking brainwashing her, fuck f-fuck fuck… Marissa’s eyes rolled back in her head and her grunt of shocked arousal became a long, liquid moan.

But Ron wasn’t going to let her get away with that. “Oh, sweetie, that’s not really an answer, is it? I’m afraid I need something a little clearer.” He eased up with the toy just a little, leaving Marissa trapped on the edge of climax. “I want you to move into my apartment for a week. Take a little vacation from your tiring, stressful job and see what it’s like to be my pet for seven days. See how it feels to be always open to me, mind and body, and the pleasure I can promise you. Doesn’t that sound so good, baby girl? Don’t you just want to say, ‘Yes, Master’?” He pressed the buzzing wand right up against her clit for the last two words, then moved it away entirely.

Marissa shuddered. Her hips bucked helplessly. And of course, she said the words he wanted to hear.

A firm slap followed by a stern “Excuse me”?

Bending her over mid sentence for inspection. It’s hard to sass when you’re exposed like that.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, forcing her head up to meet my gaze, and saying “mind your manners”.

Pulling her over my lap for a quick, but hard spanking. It should be under 2 minutes, but intense enough to remind her it could go a *lot* longer.

Making her kneel beside you while you’re finishing something up. Stuffing her panties in her mouth and warning her not to drop them is an added bonus.

Cuffing her hands behind her then exposing her tits. Reminding her that she’s eye candy needs to drop the attitude.

Yanking her pants to her knees, grabbing a tight hold of her neck, and marching her to the corner. Make her hold whatever position you prefer once she’s there, but her struggling to keep up and the look on her face while you remind her who’s in charge and what you’re going to do to her for misbehaving is perfect.

Making her strip naked for a spanking. Pull her over your lap, and make her sit there for a while before you actually begin. Spank her, make her get on her knees and apologize, then pull her back over your lap to finish the spanking. That keeps her off balance and submissive.

Grabbing her cheeks with one hand, forcing her mouth open, spitting inside it, closing her mouth, forcefully telling her to swallow, then sweetly asking “what were you saying”?

Girls, I’m talking to that smart girl part of you right now. Maybe it’s the part of you that you have to turn to every day to keep yourself living in society, maybe it’s the part of you that you’ve let sleep deep down for a long time. Whatever it is, I’m talking to her right now. She needs to hear this.

Smart girls like you make the BEST dumb sluts.

Since part of you is such a smart girl, you pick up on your training so much more quickly. You can keep so many more fun triggers in your head without letting them degrade. You remember what things to forget so much better. You know exactly what it is that will push you down deeper, and you help us do it to yourself. Maybe you know that fractionation is the thing that really puts your mind in a stupor. Or maybe you truly feel yourself breaking down when you watch your dumb, needy self edging in a mirror. Smart girls know to relay that information to their controller in order to have their controller shove them ever further into submission and fuzzy mindlessness.

Also, I know that the vast majority of you are very, very smart girls, realistically you may even be smarter than whomever controls your mind and cunt. But that’s just it, because you’re that smart, it just means there’s so much further you can fall. It helps you navigate the maze in your head. Maybe you’ll find the exit, and when you do, you’ll intentionally turn back to get back deeper into the maze. You’ll push yourself deeper into control, and you’ll block out the thoughts more effectively.

Besides, I know that the real reason you’re wanting to put your mind away is because you’re tired of using it. You’re made to use it soooo often in your daily life because of how smart you are. That’s why you want someone to take over for you, and work with you to give more and more and more of yourself over to them. There’s not much mind to control in a girl who’s not too bright to start with. The smarter the girl, the more mind we get to control.

I appreciate you, smart girls, for giving it all up to us. For being smart enough that it’s fun to control you, to turn you into that dumb slut you’ve wanted to be.