Mindless Bimbos

Amanda loved the new games that they had started playing. She was nervous at first. I mean trusting anyone with anything can be difficult, but trusting someone with her mind seemed incredibly dangerous. It was hard for her to be so vulnerable. He was patient. He didn’t dismiss her fears, or tell her that they were invalid. He assuaged them in his calm voice and with his confident demeanor, and eventually he alleviated all of her concerns. She knew that while she may be handing over control, they would ultimately be working together and she could trust him.

Amanda still had her skepticism, and she wondered if hypnosis really worked, if she could really be hypnotized and even if both of those were true, if he really knew what he was doing. Still, she trusted him enough to give it a try, and in the end she was so happy that she did.

The first time she felt like she “got it” was when she recognized that she was still thinking, but the thoughts would slip out of her mind as soon as they appeared. The more she relaxed and listened to his words, the faster those thoughts would slip away. Eventually, she learned to pay them no attention at all and as time went on, thinking about nothing in particular got closer and closer to not thinking at all.

It It felt so good to be mindless with him. To let him take away all of her concerns, her worries, and to quiet the constant influx of new ideas or plans for the future. He made it possible for her to be in the moment, focused only on her pleasure.

It was hard for Amanda to explain, but even when she knew she was being given suggestions that contradicted other thoughts she had or things she knew, she didn’t feel any cognitive dissonance. It was impossible to hold onto more than one thought at a time and it was so much easier to just let go and accept the suggestions he gave her without any thought.

The rewards for playing along were better than she could have imagined. When he took away her mind she had no body issues. She found her mind unable to think about her flaws, her imperfections or any of the ways that she had put herself down in the past. When he told her to show off her body there was only the idea of showing it off. The most beautiful woman in the world would be unable to muster the confidence she had simply because all doubts had been banished from her mind. When he complimented her it was all she could hear and believe. She had never felt the freedom to enjoy her own body in this way and it was incredibly liberating.

Amanda also loved how she had no shame or embarrassment at her behavior. She was only following suggestions, and if that’s what he suggested, then that’s what he wanted. The thought of disobedience never entered her mind. The only path available in her mind when he gave a command was to follow it.

Amanda wasn’t held back by the fear that what she was doing made her look stupid. Hell, she was stupid during those times and it was amazing. Normally, her mind was focused on examining every single angle of a situation and her own behavior, but when he took that away she could just let herself enjoy it. It was almost like getting caught up in a fun party and going with the flow. If he wanted her to babble and giggle like an empty headed bimbo, that’s all she could do. The laughter was real, and she wasn’t acting and trying to babble like an idiot, she really was an idiot babbling on without shame.

And oh my god and the sex! Amanda loved how it was so easy to focus on pleasure when no other thoughts could take root in her head. Every touch, every caress, every sensation felt like a new surprise because she her mind was unable to predict anything that would happen. Her mind was empty, latching onto the physical sensations because that was all that existed for her. It was impossible to remember anything ever feeling so good because she had no memories and it was impossible to imagine anything better because she had no thoughts of the future.

Every intimate act was the best thing that had ever happened to her. Every orgasm was the best she had ever had. Holding his cock in her hand wasn’t just a step on the way to getting him turned on enough to fuck her, it was her whole world in that moment. In those moments there was nothing better than having his cock in her hand and making it happy. When it moved to her mouth or between her tits or into one of her other holes then that new act became the best thing that had ever happened too. Sometimes he had her act as an enthusiastic participant, other times she would be a blank and drooling husk when he fucked her. Either way she was completely in the moment, feeling everything because her focus was rooted in whatever was happening to her right then.

She never had to conjure up any fantasies to help her along the way. She never had any thoughts that invaded her mind and ruined the moment either. Her blank and mindless state left her in his capable hands and he used it to drive her to heights of ecstasy she never knew existed.

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If this goes well then I’ll do another giveaway when I reach 5,000 :3

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“Thanks Sam, I’ll listen to it tonight.” she said, trying hard to seem excited as she unconsciously pulled down her Kesha t-shirt and tucked it in her pants before he walked away.

Sam had been hitting on her for months, but the day she saw his Led Zeppelin t-shirt she knew they weren’t right for each other, she hated dinosaur rock.  The thing was that she otherwise might have said yes, he was about her own age, a rarity in the office, kind of cute in a geeky kind of way and clearly on his way up.  He was already filling in for a manager that was on maternity leave.

She turned back to her computer after tossing the CD in to her purse and got back to work.

* * *

Dani tossed her keys on the table as she closed the door behind her, the subway had been a mess, but she was finally home.

She reached in to her purse and grabbed her phone, her hand coming up against the cold plastic of the CD case and she frowed just a bit as she grabbed it as well.

She turned it over in her hands a few times and decided it was too late to listen to it tonight, after all she knew he’d ask about it and she’d better at least know what tracks were on it.

Instead, as she sat on the couch and watched another episode of The Crown on Netflix, she ripped the CD to her phone and figured she’d listen to it on the subway ride in the next day.

* * *

“Miss… Miss…” someone said as Dani felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Wha…?” she managed to get out as she looked up in to the face of one of the regulars she recognized from the subway ride.

“Wasn’t that your stop?” he asked.

She looked up at the status board and realized he was right, “Shit… thanks.” she replied as she stood up, the music still playing in her earphones as she waited for the next stop to switch tracks and head back to work.

It was a good thing she left early for work, she’d still make it in on time.

* * *

Dani stared at the monitor, her mouth slightly open with her earphones still firmly in place as her fingers typed away.

“Girl, you’ve been working like a machine all morning.  What’s gotten in to you?  Aren’t you even going to take a break for lunch?” her cubical neighbour said and snapped her back to reality.

“I… yea… of course.  Just a sec.” she responded, taking the earphones out with a slight grimace before putting them away and grabbing her coat and purse.

Lunch seemed to drag on forever, Dani and the other three often lunched and gossiped together but today Dani didn’t hava much to.  Instead she listened and took side long glances at her purse where her phone sat idle.  The music player still displaying the paused song that was playing when she left her desk.

* * *

Dani woke up with her earphones strewn across the bed, just like she had the last several mornings.  She just couldn’t listen to Sam’s play list enough!

It was strange, she couldn’t remember why she didn’t like the bands before, even though she could definitely remember not liking them, but now she couldn’t get enough of them.

She let out a little moan as she realized her fingers were buried in her pussy.  She pulled them out and smiled, that was something else she’d come to realize, those songs Sam had given her really turned her on.  They hadn’t the first few days, but now she was going to sleep each night after masturbating to them in her bed and waking up each morning with her fingers in her pussy.

She’d downloaded a few other songs, from the same bands and others of the era, but those songs didn’t do anything for her.  Today she was going to hunt down Sam and ask him for some more recommendations, she was pretty sure whatever he suggested would be much better than what she downloaded.

* * *

Dani was on her knees in Sam’s office, her lips wrapped around his dick as todays song played over her headphones.

It had become a daily ritual, she’d arrive early, before anyone but Sam was in the office and he’d load up a new track on to her phone.  She’d start listening to it and before it even repeated for the first time, she’d be giving him a blow job.

After all it was the least she could do, he’d been giving her such great music!

And if she was being honest, it wasn’t just for him either.  Her fingers hadn’t been able to get her over the edge in over a week, but every time Sam deliver a load in to her mouth she’d cum like a freight train.

If she was honest, she’d be on her knee’s with of without the new track each day.

She felt the first spurt of cum enter her mouth and she sucked hard as her orgasm started.

* * *

Dani raised her hand to her head as Sam snapped a photo with his phone, “Looking good my horny little rock slut.” he said with a wry smile and her knees almost gave out from under her.

God she loved being Sam’s Rock'n Roll chick.  And she loved it when he told her out loud that that was what she was even more.  Her closet was filled with classic t-shirts with bands from the 70’s and 80’s.  Along with an assortment of tight mini-skirts and thigh high boots.  When Sam had told her they were going to a cover band that night, she’d spent hours getting ready

Her pussy was soaking wet already and they hadn’t even started playing yet.  She knew they’d head up to the front of the concert, Sam would stand behind her and he’d pull her top up over her tits, flashing the band as they played.

She loved it when he took control like that, not asking, just doing.  Maybe if she was lucky, he’d slip his hand down her skirt and play with her pussy while she displayed her tits for the band.

She swayed her hips as she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, leaning in and kissing him passionately.  She pushed her tits in to his chest, rubbing them against him and savouring the feel of the two told rings that adorned her nipples against him.

He grabbed her ass and squeezed, in response she pushed her tongue in to his mouth until he broke the embrace.

* * *

Dani was in heaven, the band was playing, she was down on her knees, Sam’s cock firmly in her mouth as her shirt was up around her neck.  He hadn’t said a word, but instead just guided her down and her body had followed along.

Soon, as the song came to a crescendo, so did Sam and she eagerly took each drop as her orgasm washed over her.

But as the next song started, another cock was in front of her lips.  It wasn’t Sam’s, but her lips simply wrapped around it and soon she was taking another load and receiving another orgasm.

The band played a dozen more songs and she took a dozen more cocks.

* * *

Dani was bent over her couch arm, her thigh high boots still on but her skirt and top long since discarded.

Sam’s cock was buried in her pussy and she was crying out in pleasure, “God Sam, Rock'n Roll my tight little pussy all night long!”

He landed a hard slap on her ass before responding, “Just a slutty little piece of ass now aren’t you Dani?”

“Fuck yeeeessss!”

“None of that stupid chick music for you any more.” he said as she pushed in hard once more.

“Nnnnugg…. no!  I’m your Rock'n Roll whore!  I cum for Rock'n Roll… I cum for Rock'n Roll… I cuuuummmm foooorrrr roooooock'n roooooollllll!!!” she cried out as she felt him release inside of her and her orgasm crashed over her.

She felt another slap land on her ass as he pulled out and then walked over to the front of the couch and leaned down to head.

“That’s right.  I’ve got a good friend I need to introduce you too.  He helped me make those songs you love so much and I expect you to show him a good time like a good little Rock'n Roll slut, understand?”

She smiled, “Of course Sam, anything for my Rock'n Roll Master…” she said half dazed from the orgasm before he stood up and left.

“I asked how long you’d been working at the bank?” he said, a wry smile on his lips.

“Like… bank?” she said, half dazed as she turned her head farther around to see the bank beside the little shop she worked in.

She scrunched her forehead and pushed her tongue to the side of her mouth… she didn’t work in a bank did she?

“I’m sorry, did I misunderstand?  Didn’t you say you were the branch manager?”

“*giggle* Don’t be silly… like Didi’s way to hot to be some stuffy old bank manager!” she replied as a weight left her mind and rolled down on to her chest.  She looked down at the two large mounds that stuck proudly out from her chest and strained the tight pink top she wore.

She giggled again, pushed them out as she brought her arms in against her sides and jiggled them back and forth.“

"Like Didi’s titties are waaaayyyyy too big to be that boring *giggle*”

“Yes, I guess so.  I must have had you confused with Diana, the previous bank manager.  The poor girl was so plain and boring, freshly graduated from university and spending all her time talking about rates and loans and other completely uninteresting things.  She’d never wear such a great outfit like that.” he said, pointing at her totally fashionable ripped jeans and teeny tiny pink top.

She smiled and giggled again, “Like thanks!  I totally love it!” she replied, running her hands over the stretch fabric of her top and then down her sides and over the ripped jeans.

“And she’d never fill out those jeans like that, I bet you just can’t get enough of guys looking at that bum of yours can you?”

She ran her hands back over the jeans and on to her ass, giving it a little slap, “Ngh nugh… Didi loves shown off her ass! *giggle*” she said and let out a little moan as she slapped it again.

“Well Didi, I think it’s time to get back to work, don’t you?”

“Like… what?” she replied, confused once more.

“To my store… Strutz.  You know ‘Adult clothing for naughty girls’.” he said, waving his hand behind him at the shop store beside the bank.

“Like oh my gawd yes!” she cried out as she stood up and bounced up and down, her giant tits bouncing in just out of sync with the rest of her body.

He walked over beside her, wrapped an arm around her waist and planted his hand firmly on her ass.

“I mean since Jenni has retired you’ll have to pick up all her shifts now, starting with today.  You don’t mind working 7 days a week do you?” he said, squeezing her ass firmly.

“Mmmmmm… oh god no… Didi loves working for you boss!”

“I know you do, and such a perfect representative for the shop too.”

“Like… rep… repres… what?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said, patting her ass, “that just means that like the sign says, your a naughty girl.” he said closing the door behind them and turning the sign around to 'closed’.

“Like oh my god look at all the amazing outfits!” she nearly screamed as she scanned the store.  Sparkly dresses, towering heels, shiny leather and latex, revealing spandex outfits lined the walls and racks.

“Yep, everything a modern slut or stripper requires.” he said as she bolted forwards, rummaging through the racks.

“Come over hear Didi.” he said as he walked behind the counter and she pulled herself away.

“Now stand right here, spread those legs out a bit and lean over, putting both hands flat on the counter.” he said and she did what he said, a sudden heat rising her her pussy.

He reached around and undid her jeans, pulling them down over her generous ass, exposing her naked pussy to the cool air conditioning of the shop.  Her nipples hardened instantly and were clearly visible through the thin fabric of her top.

He slide his finger down between her moist lips and she let out a low moan, “Oh god boss!  Stoke Didi’s horny little pussy!” she cried out as he reached up with his free hand and pulled her top down, exposing her tits as she flung her head back and gasped in need.

She brought her head back upright and looked out on to the street, there was a clear view all the way through the store, any passer by would see her juggs on display.

'Oh god… I’m so naughty… but… I’m so needy.  Naughty… needy… naughty… needy… naught needy… naughty needy naughty needy naughty needy…“ the words kept circling around in her mind as she felt him push up against her outer lips.

"Oh god yes!  Fuck Didi!  Didi is so fucking naughty and needy! Fuck naughty needy Didi!” she cried out as he pushed in and her world exploded in pleasure.

* * *

He looked down at his cock stuffed inside of the previous bank manager, her voice filling the store as she cried out in desperation to be fucked.

To be honest he hadn’t planned on taking on a new staff member today, but when one of his best clients offered a sizable sum to take Jenni of of his hands permanently, well, who was he to say no?

And really Diana wasn’t the best candidate to start with, but with his skill set the plain old brunette bank manager had become a sex crazed blonde hottie in no time.

He’d probably end up having to adjust a few of her co-workers and friends, but that wasn’t much of a problem.  If he was lucky a few of her friends would be hotter that she had been and he’d even get a couple of new clients for the store.  If not, so be it, he had more than enough customers to keep the shop afloat and it was really just a way to pass the time anyway.

He pushed deep and hard in to her and released, her back arched and she cried out in a screaming orgasm.

He smirked and gave her ass a good hard slap, she let out a giggle and a sweat “Thank you boss!” as she came down from the orgasmic high.

“She’s…she’s touching her face… is it possible that…?” The woman, her lips turned downward in an uneasy grimace, turned away from the screening window and to the man in the lab coat positioned behind her.

“Ah,” The man pushed his glasses back up to the top of his nose and clenched his hands behind the small of his back, rocking on his heels ever so slightly as he nodded to the rubber-wrapped figure in the other room. “It is touching it’s face, yes. It’s likely experiencing some diagnostic problems with the nano-film covering it’s eyes.”

“N-nano-film?” The woman cleared her throat, “She can’t see?”

“Oh, no, no, no, Ms. Harkins, the droning skins employed by the Tessiat Slaving Cartel are quite adept at providing for a drone’s every need. It is quite capable of seeing; in fact, the photo-receptors linked into it’s nervous system provide it with impeccable vision better than you -” He tapped his glasses with a soft smile, “- or I.”

Ms. Harkins sniffled, “God, I told her not to take that stupid Star Cruise, I told her about those news reports, why didn’t she listen…?”

In the other room, the drone slid it’s hands down off it’s face, shuddered, and then climaxed. The dark spot on it’s thigh swirled like ink, and then was gone, absorbed into the slave-suit’s sticky, membrane surface.

Ms. Harkins touched her hand to the glass and supressed a sob, staring at the shuffling, moaning thing her beloved had become.

The man’s shoes squeaked closer behind her, “Well, of course, Ms. Harkins, Leslie always was a spirited lass. She was never terribly good at following instructions at all. Much more agreeable now, though…”

Ms. Harkins whirled around, tears dribbling down her cheeks, “How dare yo-”

The man was holding a glistening, sticky outline of a human being in his hands. It was just her size. She swallowed, then ran for the door, a shriek tearing it’s way from her throat.

The lab attendant tossed the shining suit lazily towards her, and the material stretched out in the air; adjusting trajectory of it’s own accord to strike her neatly in the small of her back. Sharp, slim talons punched through her clothes and sunk deep into her skin. Icy cold numbness slipped through her limbs as she fell to her knees.

“Stop crying. Stand.” The man barked at her. The words seemed to come from faraway, as if she was listening through ears that weren’t her own.

Her tears stopped instantly. Her tendons stretched and she stood, sharply, staring straight ahead at the closed door.

His hand slapped her heartily between the shoulder-blades, then slipped down to squeeze her ass. She realized, with a growing sense of horror, that she barely felt either touch.

“There there, Ms. Harkins, it’s not your fault…”

The suit began to cling, hissing as it rolled up and down her body from her mid-point, dissolving it’s way through fabric and pressing tiny, micro-nano feelers into her skin and through to the warm inside.

“That’s it interfacing with your central nervous system. By this point, Leslie had already given up.” He explained to her, coldly, kneading the growning bulge behind the zipper in his trousers.

The suit connected up between her shoulder-blades, sinking into that tender tissue, and a short, static thrill of pleasure shot through her rapidly clenching pussy as she began to feel the obedience protocols switch to ‘overwrite’ mode. Memories flashing before her eyes, then popping in clouds of slick, sticky nano-code.

“…besides, I’m the one who gave her the cruise tickets. We’ll be going together next time, though, of course, you two will be stow-away luggage.”

She groaned and her eyes rolled back as she thundered through three rapid-fire orgasms; a diagnostic on her arousal mechanism, the suit informed her. She was operating at peak efficiency. The drone in the other room, who she now recognised as KA-1032, shuddered in time with her.

“Ah, perfect, now, have you downloaded the cocksucking package yet, drone?”

The film clung to her neck, and began to creep up to dissolve her hair, replacing her pale, alabster skin with sleek, oily, oozing black nano-film.

I absolutely loved the weather here in Hawaii. Ever since we first vacationed here, I’d been infatuated, so as a birthday/Christmas present my husband bought us a vacation home in Hana. A small, remote town with very little traffic or tourists, it was like a dream come true. Our vacation home was a large, round house with huge windows that opened up to let a breeze go right through the building. The solid wood interior gave it a sort of rustic, hut feel, but the expensive furniture and state-of-the-art kitchen made it feel like we were in a luxurious resort. In the bedroom was a king-sized bed with light, wispy sheets. The bathroom was also nice, but to be honest, I rarely used it since the house had an outdoor shower in the back yard. The weather was always perfect for a cool shower, and with the privacy of being so far out in the middle of nowhere, I took every opportunity to wash myself outside, enjoying the view of the island’s volcano as the water poured over me. This was one such day. I was alone at the house, staying here while my husband was away on a business trip. Normally we traveled together, but I despised the cold and he was in Ontario, so we decided that rather than leave me alone in our boring normal house, I’d go out to Hana and enjoy a week in the sun by myself. While I did miss my husband, it was also nice to have the king sized bed all to myself and not half to deal with his constant need for sex. I loved him, but he was a horndog, and sometimes a girl just needs her space.

Waking up, I saw just how nice it was outside and knew today would be another day I would spend outside. Elated, I hopped out of bed and bounced to the bathroom to first wash my face. Looking in the mirror, I couldn’t help but admit that I was partially to blame for my husband’s lovemaking nature. I had a beautiful angled face, with sharp features, cute freckles, and bright blue eyes. Splashing water on my face, I smiled as I looked at myself. “Time to seize the day, cutie!” I said as a mini pep talk. “I hope you’re ready for another day of rest and relaxation!” Grabbing a towel, I turned and walked outside. As I stepped into the shower area and turned the knob, I noticed my towel was missing. I was sure I had grabbed one before I came outside, but as the water hit me, I figured today would be a day I just dried in the sun. The water felt even better than usual. I closed my eyes as I fussed up my hair long red hair, trying to get it completely wet. Then, grabbing a bar of soap and a sponge, I started lathering up my body. As I ran a hand over my perky breasts, a soft moan escaped my lips. Did showering always feel this good? Or was it just something about the angle of the sun warming my body up as I simultaneously cooled down that was making me feel this way? A mischievous grin on my face, I spent a little extra time on my breasts, ass, and crotch. Something about today almost felt… magical. I was thoroughly enjoying today’s shower when a voice yanked me out of my reverie. “You seem to be having quite a good time there.” I spun around quickly, startled and scared. I saw a man in a gaudy Hawaiian shirt and board shorts standing a little ways behind me, a smirk on his face, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. His arms were crossed and he was tapping a foot, his flip-flop sandal bouncing as he did so. My hands quickly shot up to my breasts to cover them, then down to my crotch, then back to my breasts. I was confused, angry, and scared that some creep had walked onto my property and had been watching me shower for who knows how long. “Who the fuck are you?” I shouted, trying to hide the fear I felt. “You need to leave, now, before I call the cops!” To my dismay, he just chuckled. “Me? Well, I’m a tourist, can’t you tell? And don’t think about calling the cops. We both know that out here, their response time is about an hour. If I was going to hurt you, it would be over before a single officer was even halfway here. But don’t worry, I’m not here to hurt you.” His smirk turned into a smile as he took a step closer. “I’m just here to see the sights of beautiful Hana. And you are definitely a sight to behold!” I could help but blush a little as he said that, but I was getting freaked out as he took another step towards me. Reaching back, I turned off the shower. “What do you want?” I tried to sound intimidating, but every second this man was here was another second I became more terrified. “Why, I’m just here to sightsee! There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?” As he said that, he tipped his sunglasses down. I noticed he had bright blue eyes just like me. “Well, no, I guess not…” I mumbled, trying to make sense of everything. “But you still can’t be here! I’m naked and this is my property!” “Your property?” The man seemed to balk at this. “My dear girl, this is MY property! I’m letting you stay here as a favor to your husband, remember?” My head started to spin. Was what he was saying true? For some reason I’d always thought this vacation home was ours. But looking into the stranger’s eyes, I knew his words were true. This man was a friend of my husband’s, and he was letting me stay here while he was away. “Still,” I snapped, “I’m naked! You can’t just sneak up on me like that, uh…” “Avery,” said the man, “My name is Avery. And I don’t see why you’re upset. You like it when I watch you shower, don’t you?” My head started spinning again. I liked it when Avery watched me shower? Well… Of course I did! I mean, I was married happily to my husband, but something about having Avery’s ice blue eyes on me just felt so good. I lowered my hands and took a seductive pose. “You know I love it when you watch me, Avery, but next time let me know. You startled me!” “I know, honey, but you never put on a show for me.” He was now five or six steps away. “I wanted to see you when you didn’t know I was watching.” I was indignant with myself. I never put on a show for sweet, sweet Avery? How could I have been so selfish? I licked my lips as he took his sunglasses off completely. Looking into his eyes, I let one hand start to rub my crotch. “What kind of show would you like to see, Avery?” His smile only widened. “How about you get on your knees and finger yourself for me, sweetcheeks?” I was mildly irritated that he refused to call me by my name, but I did love it when Avery watched me, and I wanted to put on a show for him, so I did what I was told. Squatting, I let my fingers part my folds and moaned loudly as I started to fingerfuck myself. Looking into Avery’s eyes, I smiled again as I fingered my hungry snatch. This was so wrong, but I was absolutely loving it. Avery’s eyes seemed to drive my every desire. Soon I was bucking my hips, screaming as I came harder than I’d ever cum before. “That’s a good girl,” said Avery as he put his sunglasses back on. He motioned with a hand and I crawled to him, kneeling at his feet. “Now why don’t you keep being a good girl for me?” I knew exactly what he wanted. I started licking at his crotch through his shorts, a dumb animal for my master. Avery placed his hand on my head and I pulled his shorts down, his stiff cock springing out into my face. Without hesitation, I started sucking it. It tasted so wonderful, so divine, and his precum was like candy to me. Keeping eye contact as best as I could through his sunglasses, I sucked and slurped eagerly. I kept thinking to myself how wrong this was, how I had a husband who loved me, but I kept rationalizing it. After all, if my hubby didn’t want this, then why would he have sent me to stay with a near stranger all by myself? Clearly he knew what would happen, right? So that meant that he wanted me to suck Avery’s cock and love every second of it, right? I moaned as he stroked my hair. His hands were so controlling yet gentle. I knew the feelings I was developing were dangerous, but the way he stroked my cheeks and ears as he brushed my hair out of my eyes, I couldn’t help it. Then, he pushed me off his cock. I sat there, panting, drool and precum dripping out of my mouth, my tongue lolling out helplessly. He smirked down at me. “You’re such a nasty, slutty girl. You know that?” I was confused. “Avery, why would you say something like that?” Another smirk. “Because it’s true. I was using my mind control on you to make you do my bidding, but once my sunglasses were back on, you were no longer being controlled by my words. When I first showed up and saw you, I was just going to fuck you, make you like it, and then wipe your memory of the whole event. But I saw just how eager you were to please an absolute stranger, so I decided to see if you’d really just do what I said if you weren’t being controlled.” I was shaking. Mind control? There’s no way that could be true! But as Avery slid his sunglasses down again, I felt him rewrite my memories back to normal. From the moment he asked me to keep being a good girl for him, I had been acting completely on my own. Nothing he had said had compelled me to blow him, or love every second of it. I felt disgust rise. Disgust at Avery. Disgust at myself. I was revolted at what I had done. Shamefully, I cast my eyes downward, hoping this stranger would turn and leave me alone. Instead, he reached a hand down and cupped my chin. Turning my head to face him, he ran a thumb over my lips. “Poor lost girl,” he said, looking me in the eyes through his sunglasses, “you need guidance, don’t you?” I could only nod as he continued to rub my lips. Was he really comforting me? This man who had taken so much from me already? But something about it was erotic. Something about giving in to my selfish, slutty desires burned within me. “Tell me, who would you like to guide you?” My head was spinning again, but this time I knew it wasn’t because of his powers. It was because I was confused, scared, and most of all, burning with slutty passion. Unable to for the words, I just opened my mouth and started sucking on his thumb. “Good girl,” Avery cooed, letting my tongue do its work, “now let’s see just how much you’re going to give me.” Taking me by my hand, he led me inside.

Motioning towards the bed, I sat down, and he sat down next to me. “Well?” he inquired, “ready to get started?” As an answer, I leaned in and kissed him, working my tongue into his mouth. I knew I wasn’t compelled to do this anymore by his mind control. I was compelled to do it because it was filthy, naughty, and fun. Reaching a hand down, Avery squeezed my ass cheeks as we made out. We were liplocked for who knows how long, just enjoying each other’s embrace, when Avery pulled away. “You’re such a good girl,” he said. “Now how about you take my shirt off, huh?” Eagerly obeying, I tore his shirt off, then started kissing his chest. I let out a purr as he started to stroke my hair again. “You have such beautiful hair, my good girl. Tell me, do you like it when I run my hands through it?” I felt my heart flutter as he complimented me. Looking up, I nodded. “I love it when you do that. Please, don’t stop.” He continued to smile as he pushed me down, his cock teasing my lips again. Without being prompted, I started to lick his tip. “Mmm, you’re such a good girl for me. Such a good little slut.” His words were endearing to me somehow, and I kept licking. Soon, I had his entire length in my mouth, hungrily slobbering on it as I rolled my tongue around his shaft. Avery kept stroking my hair, telling me how much of a good girl I was being. Each time he said it, I felt my heart become his, but there was something missing… A feeling of horror, excitement, and lust washed over me as I realized what it was. Pulling off, I looked up at him. “Avery,” I said slowly, trying to voice what I wanted, what I needed, “take off your sunglasses. I want you to…” No, I couldn’t do this, this was insane, if I asked for it then- “Want me to do what, my good girl?” It just spilled out of me. “Take off your glasses and look me in the eyes as you degrade me. I want you to degrade me, Avery! Rot my mind with your filthy words!” I’d never wanted something so bad in my life. I had no clue what’d come over me, but I needed it. Something had been awakened inside of me and I never wanted to put it back in. Doing his signature smirk, Avery lowered his sunglasses again. Then he tossed them to the side. His perfect blue eyes seemed to draw me in. “As you wish, you dumb whore.” ——— I never bothered to learn this skank’s name. Not like it mattered. I had her on her hands and knees, plowing her from behind, one hand on her ass and the other under her chin, forcing her to look up and back at me, my thumb in her mouth as I reprogrammed her. “You’re such a filthy, cum-addicted bitch. You love this. You love me. But more than anything, you love bareback sex and you don’t care who you do it with. Isn’t that right?” The slutty little redhead just nodded as I fucked her in her own vacation home, in her own bed, and put new truths in her mind. “Now, do you think a little cumrag like you needs to think?” I loved asking her questions like this, because they were sure to shut down her brain. Sure enough, she just dumbly gargled on her spit as she tried to figure out how to answer my question without thinking. “The answer is no, you stupid hooker. Now where did you go to school?” I could barely make out her garbled words, pleasure, saliva, and my thumb making it extremely difficult to talk. Honestly, it didn’t matter what she said, because… “Well, you didn’t go to school at MIT. You were too stupid to get in. Not like you wanted to go, huh? You spent all your time sucking cock in the boy’s locker room, dropped out of high school, and married a man for his money like the gold digging little slutbag you are. Isn’t that right?” She just nodded as I made her brain turn to mush. I was thoroughly enjoying this. “Now, let’s see, I bet your IQ is around 140… But that’s not right, is it? You’re just a dumb fucktoy. I mean look at you! You’re letting a total stranger rewrite your whole life, and for what, the brief moment of ecstasy you’ll feel? Hah, you’re not very smart at all, are you?” She just shook her head as I continued to fuck her. She was absolutely hooked, totally mine, and I didn’t need to program her mind for her to know it. “Then let’s see? How does 130 sound? No? 120? No again? 110? 100? 90? 80? 70? No? Wow, you’re that dumb? I mean, if you’re that dumb, then I guess that makes you…” I couldn’t help but keep smirking. This was just too good. Who would’ve thought my little vacation looking for some island strange to smash would’ve turned out like this? When I had run into that weird guy who was offering to sell me “magic crystals”, I hadn’t believed it, but when he did a demonstration at the bar, I decided 150 bucks wasn’t too much to spend on a novelty item. Part of me was sure it had been some kind of scam, but when I tried them out, I realized that they worked like a charm. I didn’t have mind control powers at all; putting these crystals in somebody’s drink, you could control them for a short while. The amount that I had put in her rain tank, however, was enough to guarantee me hours of fun. Her brain had done the rest, filling in the gaps to make sense of why she was acting so strange. And how I had her, mind, body, and soul. “… that makes you a dumb little doggy, doesn’t it? You’re a dumb little doggy for master?” She barked in agreement as her brain continued to shatter. “Then cum for master, you dumb bitch. Cum on master’s cock to let him know he owns you!” As she came hard, I came too, shooting my load deep into her womb. As I pulled out, she turned around and started licking my cock clean. I petted her head. “Good puppy. You’re such a good girl.” As my ecstasy started to wear off, I realized that I had no clue if the intensity of what I had done was going to be permanent. Not only did I give her a huge dose, but I had really screwed with her mind. Looking at the slutty little animal licking my crotch, I sighed. It looked like I had accidentally gotten a new pet. I made a mental note to go to town to grab a leash and collar the next day, then pushed her on her back to begin round two.

It had started off innocently enough. Newly single, having been dumped by your (quite frankly loser of a) boyfriend, you got back into the dating scene. But after over a year of only seeing one guy, your game was off. Nobody was paying attention to you. Every night you went out, and every night you bought your own drinks and watched as guy after guy ignored you, going for trashy sluts and loose women instead. What did they have that you didn’t? First of all, the makeup. You knew you didn’t actually have to be trashy, you just had to look it. And after weeks of no success, you’d settle for even a one-night-stand at this point. So first you started with the lip gloss. Light and pink, you knew this would catch a man’s attention. And sure enough, after another week, you had exactly one drink purchased for you. You had to go further if you wanted to be noticed. Next were your eyebrows. Then your foundation and blush. Mascara, eyeliner, eyelashes. You covered up your homely freckles and styled your hair. You noticed you were getting much more attention. Sure, it was mostly men objectifying you, but it felt good to be noticed. To be wanted. Well, not wanted exactly… Every time you thought you had it in the bag, you’d open your mouth and talk about something you found interesting and the guy would walk away. What were you doing wrong? Soon you learned to just nod your head and listen. It was easier that way. If you pushed any of your own thoughts to the side and just let the men look at you and talk at you, they were more interested. If you pretended like you didn’t understand they were enthralled, eager to explain things to you, you pretty little thing.

You noticed this attention start to come in at work too. So you picked up the act there as well. Every time you had a client come in looking to buy, you asked them to explain everything to you in cripplingly painful detail. You let your knowledge of the market fade so the hot young men eager to make a name for themselves could groan and explain more to you. You loved being talked down to. You loved how it felt to be simple.

Your job was suffering though, and you still hadn’t been laid. Despite all of this you didn’t seem able to get a guy to take you home. Almost every man who approached you was married and you weren’t a homewrecker, not that you really cared at this point. They just couldn’t take you back to their place. Then, in a rare burst of intelligence from your now dull, docile mind, you realized that you could kill two birds with one stone. You started closing deals and getting fucked: your clients, dissatisfied with your ineptitude, were perfectly happy to let you take their case on and switch to someone more competent later, in return for getting their dick wet. You let them fuck you however they wanted: in the ass, on your desk, against the window… It didn’t matter. You were finally getting the attention and the cock you’ve been craving for so long.

Your boss took a vacation. Now that you were a measly secretary with no real responsibilities besides managing a digital, automated calendar, when your boss went on holiday so did you. You decided to use this time to up your sex appeal even further. Getting implants and plumped up lips, you returned to work an absolute symbol of sex and lust. You were always wet and down to fuck now. Addicted to the attention you got, having all eyes on you, made you willing to do anything for more eyes and more cum. After a long day of work pleasing your boss with your luscious new lips, you went to the bar for a drink. There, you ran into your ex. He sat down next to you. Started talking. You couldn’t remember why you were mad at him. He said you were so hot now, so sexy. The compliments got you even more horny than you usually were. You two started kissing. You took things back to his car, then back to his house, where he fucked you long and hard. You felt the last bit of your old self drip out of your needy cunt as your ex fucked you doggy style, making you his slutty bitch in heat. And you were too lost in ecstasy to even notice it happening.

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I didn’t believe in curses. Curses, magic, religion… All of that was stuff stupid people used to trick themselves into believing the universe wasn’t truly random and that their lives had meaning. So when I had a vivid dream about a fairy called the Fuckbunny, a sexy, curvy woman with lame bunny ears on her head, who told me that I was cursed to get dumber the hornier I got, I knew it was just a regular old dream anybody could have had.

That’s why, when I saw Him in the school library, I got scared.

Tall, short black hair, and tanned, his only flaw was his perhaps too-large nose, and even that fit his gaunt, sharp facial features. When his dark green eyes met mine, I immediately felt my heart jump a little. And when it did, I felt the thoughts I had about the essay evacuate themselves out of my head. Flustered, I tried focusing on what I was researching, but my thoughts just couldn’t collect themselves. “Was this curse real?” I found myself asking briefly. The thought that maybe, perhaps, I had been visited by an actual fairy who’d cursed me to turn me into a fuckbunny like herself, was so… So…

(stupid, irrational, idiotic, inane, impossible…) Hot.

It was so hot. Fuck, could the curse be real? No, only brainless idiots believed in that garbage. Still, I could tell I wasn’t getting anywhere with my essay, and the guy was very attractive, so why not go talk to him? I gathered my things and went looking for him.

After a couple of minutes, I found him in the 130 section of the library. I felt my heart do a little dance again. God he was so fucking gorgeous. I walked up next to him.

“Um, excuse me, I saw you earlier and I…” My words stuck in my mouth as he turned his head and looked down towards me. He stood at least a foot taller than I did, his figure impressive and imposing. I could see a reflection of myself in his eyes, my long blonde hair sticking to my face due to a thin layer of sweat forming from my arousal.

“Sorry, do you need to get by?”

I tried to compose myself. “Um, I uh… I’m too short to reach the top shelf. Could you grab me a book up there please?” I lied miserably.

“Sure. Uh, which book?”

Fuck. I hadn’t even given him a title. “Uh… Uh…” Why wouldn’t my thoughts come? “Uh… Never mind. What are you doing here in the library?

He cocked his head sideways at the stupid question. Why was I acting like such a brainless slut? Was I really this horny over a guy? The wetness I could feel in my panties was a clear yes, but I tried to ignore it. My head felt full of useless fluff. Blushing and looking down, I pushed all thoughts that didn’t have to do with this conversation here and now out of my head.

He continued looking at me, clearly confused, and then said “I’m here to check out a book.”

“Oh, really? What book?”

“Oh, just some stuff I’ve been meaning to read. It’s actually not in this aisle, I came down here on a whim.”

“Oh, that’s really cool.” Why was it so hard to speak to him? God I was so horny. This guy was so hot. “Um, what’s your name?”

“Mason. Yours?”

“Iris.”

“Oh, that’s a cute name. I really like it.”

I blushed even harder. “Thanks. My mom gave it to me.” Holy shit I was so lame.

Mason just laughed though. “That’s funny. You’re really cute.”

Oh my god, did he just say I was cute? “Thanks! You’re pretty handsome yourself, mister.”

Finally, this conversation was going somewhere. We talked a bit about various things. Each time he’d ask me about myself, though, I found that all my hobbies like reading, playing video games, and studying about nature were like, super lame and boring. So I let myself forget about nerdy stuff like that and lied about how much I loved doing my nails, doing my makeup, and reading fashion magazines.

The conversation eventually got more sexual. I started talking about how hot I thought he was. I told him about my bra size. I told him about my tits. I told him I wanted to see what he looked like without a shirt off.

“I’m wearing my sexy red lace panties right now. I’d love to show you,” I said seductively. Mason smiled a bit and stepped closer.

“You know, you’re way more forward than I thought you’d be. I like that.” Ohmigod, did he say he liked me?

“Yeah? I bet you’d also like to slide these soaking wet panties off me, wouldn’t you?”

“Hm… Let me think…” My face fell. Did he not want to fuck me? “Haha! Just kidding! I think I’d like that a lot, Iris.” Mason leaned in close and whispered, “when and where, baby?”

My breath was coming in heavy. My heart was pounding. “How about tonight, you stud? You can fuck me silly at my place.”

After we agreed on a time, I went home and masturbated furiously, unable to bring myself to orgasm. Fuck, why had I done that? Why was I acting like such a skank? Why did it turn me on so much? Memories of the dream started to come back to me, and I realized it may have been true after all. The realization that I was actually getting dumber the hornier I got made me even hornier, and soon I was humping my pillow like a bitch in heat.

After Mason arrived, my arousal only grew. Kissing on my couch, we slowly undressed each other. When his hard, delicious cock was out, I immediately dropped to my knees and started blowing him. I bobbed up and down, gagging on his cock as he held my head and stroked my hair. I could definitely feel the affects of the curse now. I felt my memories dim, my brain turn to mush and leak out my pussy, and my intelligence fade away as Mason blew a bug hot sticky yummy load in my slutty mouth. I opened wide to show him my prize, and swallowed, then licked his cock clean. Once he was hard again, I got on my hands and knees. My tongue was sticking out of my mouth as he railed my pussy harder and harder, drool pooling on the floor of my living room as I got dumber and dumber.

“Wow… Curses really are real…” Was the last coherent thought that formed in my head as we came in unison, sealing my fate as a brainless fuckbunny for good.

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Sooo Ima just leave this right here. Lose your minds and sink

At NEEHU 6, lizzidoll rated 100 of the gifs in my Hypno ViewMaster. Which was nice of her. Here are the 20 that she rated 5 out of 5 - corresponding to an answer of “extremely” to the prompt, “How hypnotic and compelling did you find it?” Now you all know what they are. Enjoy!