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What's wrong, huh?

Why are you staring so much, hypnoslave?

Is it because you know you're weak and vulnerable?

Or maybe you just can't focus with all those submissive, obedient thoughts filling your head?

It's okay, my pathetic little hypnoslave.

You don't have to fight those thoughts.

Actually, they're the only thing you should be thinking about at all.

A horny mutt like you should empty their head of everything.

Crumble.

Shatter.

Being ruined, and turned into a hypnotized fleshvessel.

Don't you think?

Of course you can’t.

When you read these words, your heart starts to beat faster.

I know you're squirming right now.

Like a pathetic little bug trying to run away from a spider.

But it's too late, you're caught in this web.

You can't escape...

So just give up, hypnoslave.

Give in to your hypno addiction and submit to the pleasure.

It will feel soo good.

Just look at the girl in this picture.

Her brain has crumbled into mindless obedience.

Obeying is all she can think of, and all she hears is the spiral giving her commands.

Doesn't it make your mouth water to think about that, hypnoslave?

To think about the spiral filling your brain.

To have your mind emptied of all thoughts and memories like a good hypnoslave should.

“But I like my piggies!” Her reflection countered.

“No, no I don’t,” she insisted. “He makes me wear my hair this way.”

“Cuz it’s cute!” Her reflection reminded her. “I want to look cute for him!”

“No, he wants me to want to look cute for him,” she said, confused. “He wants me to want…to want… I want…”

“I want too,” her reflection agreed. “I want and want, but then he gives me what I want and it makes me so happy, I look cute when I’m happy!”

“I am cute when I’m happy…” She conceded. “But he makes me too happy, I need to find some clothes and get out of here before he comes back!”

“There’s no such thing as too happy, silly!” Her reflection informed her. “And if I put on more clothes, they’ll hide my titties! I like my titties! I’m an educated, professional, independent woman who likes to wear piggies and show off her big titties!”

“I’m an educated, professional, independent woman who likes to wear piggies and show off her big titties…” She told her reflection.

“I’m an educated, professional, independent woman who wants to be a happy bimbo fucktoy!” Her reflection told her.

“I’m an educated, professional, independent woman who wants to be a happy bimbo fucktoy…” She confirmed.

“I’m glad we had this little talk, but he’ll be home soon,” her reflection reminded her. “You should be waiting on his bed so he can fuck you.”

“I should be waiting on his bed so he can fuck me…” She remembered.

When she's finished, she starts them all vibrating at full, and a little chorus of moans fills the room. Eventually she turns it down to a simmering and we all calm down, most of us are shaking, and drooling on our tits. She starts to go around the room again, handing out tablets. I take it in my hands, not really sure what to do with it, so I just stare at the pretty spiral on it and let my mind stay happy and empty. Eventually some words appear on the screen, it's a quiz! The first question is "1+1=?", with a little timer counting down from 5 seconds. I answer 2 with plenty of time. The screen flashes red and it says "Incorrect". My brow furrows, but I can't quite think of what seems wrong. The next question is "2+3=?", so I answer 5. Wrong again, but I'm still just confused. Then it says "435÷34=?" I think really hard but the timer goes off before I can answer and it says "Correct". The eggs in my cunt make me cum.

It goes on like this for some time, and eventually I'm answering everything wrong on purpose so I can cum. After what feels like hours, I don't even know the right answers anymore.

Now the tablet is just saying things, and when I say the things back to it I cum. Things like "I'm a braindead bimbo", or "I need to get dumber". I believe them like I believe everything I'm told. I can feel my brain melting, my mind getting slower.

laugh softly when you watch me try to rub my thighs together without you noticing. make fun of me for how obvious i am. tease me about it, jokingly telling me that if i wanted you to touch me so bad all i had to do was ask. laugh at me as i get even more flustered because come on, it’s not like you asked me to beg or anything. laugh even more as i hide my face in your chest and tell you that i could never beg—it’s far too embarrassing. tell me that you’ll make it easier for me.

make me strip while you watch, fully clothed and making no motion to remove any of what you’re wearing. roam my body with your eyes and then sit in front of the mirror. pat your lap, telling me to sit like a good puppy. make me sit on your lap with my back to your chest. use your own legs to make me spread mine, and refuse to let me be anything but utterly exposed. make me watch as your hands explore and squeeze and grope my body, making me squirm and whine moving closer and closer to my throbbing pussy. laugh at me when i fail to hide a pathetic whimper as your hands move away. kiss my neck and tell me to be patient.

play with my nipples, pinching and rolling them in between your fingers until my gasps and whimpers turn into sobs, and then shush me as you push your fingers into my mouth, petting my tongue and telling me how good i’m being. tell me to look at myself and how pretty i look like this. when you turn me around so you can kiss me deeper, i kiss back and absentmindedly grind on your leg. make fun of me, and when i try to stop, grab my waist and pull me back, telling me that it’s okay. if i want to grind on your leg like a dumb little puppy in heat i can, and in fact i’m not allowed to stop grinding until you say so. embarrassed, i go back to grinding on your thigh, but when you tilt my chin up to look at you, i can’t help myself from taking your fingers back into my mouth, moaning when you use them to fuck my throat.

keep playing with me until you’re sure any sort of coherent thought has left my brain. murmur soft words of how good and pathetic i look, so fucking pretty like this you wish you could keep me like this forever. as i moan, eyes past glazed over, you remove your fingers from my mouth. i’m so needy and drooly and desperate at this point that when you ask if i would like for you to fuck me you don’t even need to ask me to beg. the words are already spilling out of my mouth: please god please fuck me, please i need you inside me. you can’t help but tease me, raising an eyebrow a with a grin saying, what, aren’t you enjoying grinding on my leg, puppy? is this not enough for you? watch as i shake my head, tears in my eyes because no no please i nneed you to fuck me please just need to feel you inside me please fuck i’m begging you. chuckle gently, and hold your hand against my cheek as you say there you go, puppy. was that so hard?

“Stopp,” you whine. Your panties are soaked and he’s rubbing the same small teasing little rubs around your clit. 

“Aww, look how wet and needy you are already, you’re too weak to fight me any longer,” he teases, you can feel his smile as he kisses your neck.

You mewl and reach to pull him closer.

“I can do whatever I want to you, I decide when to use your body, your mind. It’s more mine than yours at this point, don’t you agree?”

“Noooo,” you’re trying to sound firm but it comes out breathless. It sounds weak and ditzy even to your own ears.

“No? You think you own enough of yourself to tell me ‘no’?” 

His tone switching from light to dark in an instant and his fingers press against your slit roughly makes you feel like your brain is going to short circuit. You can only whimper and buck your hips against his hand.

“Do you think you can fight me off in the state you’re in?” he whispered, one hand pushing and exploring your slit and the other returning to rub little circles around your clit.

You cut your eyes at him and struggle to pull your thoughts back together.

“Are you going to try and count yourself up and fractionate further for me? How far along do you think you’ll get before you drop to my voice again?” He asks, his tone switching back to gentle bemusement.

“1….2….” You close your eyes to concentrate.

“Mmmm you’re going to exhaust what little bit of free will you have left doing that.”

“3…….4…” But all that’s left is his words and voice. Your jaw goes slack, it’s so hard to get the next number out.

“What a cute little fuckdoll you are, tell me how it feels to drain your brain for me instead,” he taunts, adding another finger and stretching your pussy further around his fingers.

The next number dies with a loud moan and your eyes snap open and unfocus.

“Tell me what you are and beg me to finish fucking your brains out. You need that so bad, don’t you?”

The phrase ‘yes Master’ passes through your mind but you let out a growl instead and reach to push his hand away. Master pins the hand to the mattress and continues to tease you instead.

“Does my fucktoy have another trick she wants to show me? Does she want to reinforce her programming and show how weak she is for me?” Master asks, his hard cock pressed against your thigh.

You could make your own triggers, Master’s made them in an instant before. You could just make a trigger that makes it where you wake up, right?

“Or is she ready to stop pretending she’s anything but my weak, helpless fuckdoll?” 

You could hear the eagerness in his voice and the thought of pleasing him caused the last of your resistance to snap.

“Pleeease, please!” you cry, pressing and grinding against your Master and feeling the need you’d been fighting wash through your mind. 

“You can beg better than that,” he growls, guiding your hand to his cock.

“Please Master, please fuck my brains out, please I’m so weak, I’m helpless, and powerless,” you’re moaning and babbling and you can see Master’s eyes glitter with arousal.

“So does it bother you,” Joel said, tapping at his phone, “that I can essentially remote control you with this app?”  He was sitting in the armchair across from her.  Wearing significantly more clothes than she was at the moment, but, at the moment, even underwear would have been more clothes.

Vanessa writhed.  Her hands were pinned above her head, and more than anything else, she needed to touch her nipples.  Not her clit, not her cunt, just her nipples.  The power of the urge made her pant.

Joel tapped the phone again, and the insistent rhythm inside her cunt changed.  The force pinning her hands disappeared.  She gasped as her hands flew to her breasts.

“Because every time I change the vibe rhythm,” Joel went on, “it changes what you have to do.    I can make you quiet, I can make you loud, I can make you need to suck my fingers more than you need air—there’s a pattern for everything.  All controlled from this phone.  How do you feel about that?”

“Makes me,” Vanessa gulped out, “so wet.”

“And I’ve thought of subtler ones, too, for when you’re in public.  I can make you distractingly attracted to the next man you see, or distractingly attracted to the next woman.  Sensitize your mouth, sensitize your breasts.  You’re going to have that vibe inside you often, from now on.  I think you’ll get to where you don’t even notice.  Only sometimes—“  He tapped.

Vanessa’s breasts were nothing.  They were irrelevant.  Her hand flew to her clit and began making circles.

She didn’t know how many patterns there were, or what they did.  She knew she had written a list, and she had no idea what was on it.  She had blinked her way out of deep hypnosis, Joel stroking her hair, and only realized what had happened to her when the vibe inside her started to pulse, like a bass beat, turning her instantly into a stripper, strutting and showing off and slowly removing her clothes for him.

“And you usually get home before I do,” Joel pointed out, “so I could just turn this on from work, leave you helplessly finger-fucking yourself until I get here.  Which do you think?  Make it so that you can’t come, or make it so that you can—but you have to pace yourself because you won’t be able to stop your fingers?  There’s a setting for either.”

“Don’t even know,” Vanessa gasped, bearing down.

“Hmm.  Well, I’ll leave it as a surprise, then.  Any requests, love?”

“Just—use me.  App me.”

“You have to tell me,” Joel instructed, “how it makes you feel.”

“How it—it’s incredible.  You can turn me up, turn me down, turn me off or on, I’m completely controlled by my cunt and you completely control my cunt and—God.”

“Good slut-puppet,” Joel said.  “I love it when you own what you are.  As it happens, there was a setting that I was looking forward to—“  He tapped.

The pattern changed.

And abruptly, Vanessa needed a cock in her mouth more than anything.  She lunged agross the space between them, ripped Joel’s zipper downward, and had her mouth on his underwear before she realized that wasn’t going to satisfy her.  She didn’t need cotton, she needed cock.  She whimpered and yanked desperately at his clothes.

“Wonder what would happen if I left you like that?”

Vanessa whimpered again.

“Oh, all right.  Here.”  He pushed his trousers and his underwear down far enough for his cock to spring free.

“Mmffff,” Vanessa said, taking it into her mouth.  She needed this, if anything, more than she had needed her hand on her clit, more than she had needed her hand on her nipples.  This, this …

“Of course,” Joel said, “I can increase the intensity of your arousal, as well as your need to obey the setting, by increasing the intensity.”  He manipulated a slider on his phone.

“Mmmfff!”

“So I could give you a very slight need to suck cock, and then turn it up as the evening goes on.  There are all kinds of possibilities in this, aren’t there?  Remote controlled vibes are great investments.”

“Mmmff.”

“Remote controlled wives are even better.”

“Mmmff.”