The Kinkiest Things

Bailey wasn't even sure Lindsay knew what she was doing anymore. The other woman's eyes had a dazed, distracted cast to them, the light of intelligence dimmed to a mere flicker, and she humped her pussy against Bailey's cunt with a repetitive, mechanical rhythm that implied a rutting beast in a woman's body. It felt almost like if Bailey could swap out a pillow or a stuffed animal, Lindsay would keep grinding against it with that same unthinking lust, and although it made Bailey a tiny bit uncomfortable to know that it wasn't her making her best friend horny it also kind of made the whole thing even hotter. Lindsay was in a vacant fucktrance and she just wanted to rub.

And Bailey… Bailey wasn't quite there. Yet. She knew she was staring up into Lindsay's eyes with a riveted, unblinking fascination that spoke to a trance of her own, and she kept realizing with a start that she'd managed to completely tune out Ms. Ellery's smooth, droning voice again, but she still had a tiny spark of self-awareness left inside her drowsy mind that she could tell Lindsay no longer possessed. It made her feel weirdly guilty--she kept thinking she should try to snap her friend out of it, to make her realize she was being hypnotized by an older woman into a lesbian threesome that felt like it was going to swallow up all their plans for Spring Break--but at the same time it wasn't really like Bailey had a will of her own anymore. Being conscious didn't mean she wasn't hypnotized.

Hypnotized. Just the word in her head sent a spark of potent arousal down to Bailey's cunt, entirely unrelated to the constant throb of sensation from the pressure of Lindsay's cunt rubbing against her own. There was just something so fucking sexy about not having to make any of the decisions, about being totally unable to control her desires because another woman was taking charge of everything, and Bailey felt so much more uninhibited in her lusts with nothing to stop her from acting on them. It was really no wonder Lindsay had gone completely brain-dead on top of her; when it felt this good to simply surrender to trance and sink into a warm pink mist of pure ecstasy, who would ever want to think?

Certainly not Bailey. She realized she genuinely wanted to be like her friend, to switch off that last little bit of self-awareness and open her mind fully to Ms. Ellery's programming, and even though she had the dimmest sense that this new notion wasn't truly her own she also felt her pussy surging with orgasmic bliss every time she forgot that little detail. It felt so good to be programmed. It felt good to be conditioned, and brainwashed, and every time Bailey found a new word for what the other woman was doing to them it was accompanied by a pulse of pleasure that sapped her resistance before it could even begin to build. It was easier just to lie back and let Lindsay hump her like a body pillow and let that soothing voice take care of the rest.

That was when Bailey knew she was slipping away, when she found herself losing track of Lindsay's vacant, empty eyes. Once she lost herself in her very own sightless stare, no longer seeing anything but the warm, wet pulses of pleasure that flowed up from her drooling cunt, Bailey realized she was fully defeated by her own lust. And with an image of herself in her head, looking every bit as empty and blank as Lindsay, Bailey surrendered to that bliss.

The vibrator was always Alison's favorite touch. Sliding it into her latest slut's creamy pussy always meant that they didn't even need to play with themselves for the intense physical pleasure of sex to combine with the mesmerizing trance they were experiencing, and that allowed them to achieve a depth of catalepsy almost unheard of by any other means. Little Suzie Whatsername here was so deep she was pretty much limp on the mattress, her limbs flopping bonelessly back down the moment Alison released them, and that degree of total relaxation left her very open to the brainwashing she was receiving. Brainwashing that was only enhanced by the constant orgasms that wracked her body as she obeyed. It was really quite beautiful to see.

It was also utterly irresistible, and Alison could tell just by glancing at Suzie's expressionless face that there was no longer anything inside that empty head to struggle against the programming filling Suzie's mind. She was lost in a wide-eyed, sightless stare, past the point where hypnosis made her drowsy and now so fully captivated by the spiral on the screen that she blinked now only once every minute or so, and her lips trembled in a mumbled whisper as she recited along with her mantras without thought or will to resist them. The sharp-witted, idealistic young woman who'd knocked on Alison's door canvassing for clean water or better parks or whatever cause she'd babbled about before trance silenced her was simply gone now, and only a helpless slave remained.

Not that Alison would simply spirit Suzie away into a life of lesbian sex slavery and mindless, obedient bliss. That would draw attention to her, and Alison's first rule of brainwashing was never to get into a position where she had to hypnotize someone to make them less suspicious. No, sweet little Suzie here--or whatever her name actually was, Alison rarely bothered remembering--was going to have a nice, pleasant afternoon and go back to her volunteer group with her cunt all sore and squishy from use, and she was going to mark Alison down as a sucker for all sorts of charitable causes and forget everything else that happened. And then she was going to neatly and tidily remove all the distractions and complications from her life, at a pace that made it all seem like a series of coincidences, and then weeks later… or maybe even months… Alison would get a call asking for a date.

They wouldn't have one, of course. Not when Alison could simply trigger her slave and reel her in like an exhausted swordfish to join the harem down in the basement. But they'd definitely enter into a relationship together, one where Suzie got all the hypnosis and sex her obedient mind craved and Alison got another trophy to add to her collection. She could already see Suzie down there with all the other girls, lost in lesbian sex and repeated reinforcement of her conditioning, and the mental image was all it took to get Alison incredibly fucking wet. She crawled onto the nude, supine body next to her, settling her pussy onto Suzie's thigh, and ground herself off with rough, urgent motions until she came hard against the limp body underneath her… and then she left Suzie to fully soak in every last drop of her brainwashing while she brought up one of the other girls to pleasure her some more.

Wuhhhh… we have to stop, Beth. We have to stop s-seeing each other or she… she'll, um… her brainw-washing will… ohhhhhh….

"Sssshhhh. Don't try to think about it, Lil. I'm not, not anymore. It's so much better when I stop thinking and play with your pretty titties. Mistress was right, you have such a beautiful body and I need--I need to touch it, Lil. All over. Every chance I get. You like being touched like this, don't you?"

I… I do, but--ohh! But we're in the middle of campus, Beth, anyone could… could, um… ohhh, fuck that feels good, I--oh ffffuuuckkk, yes, right on my nipples, I--no, we, we can't. We can't. She's using this to, to break us, to wear down our resistance until we….

"Until we fuck each other. Until we fuck her. Is that really so bad, Lil? Go on, feel my leg pressing between your thighs and tell me you don't want to hump it like a needy little bitch in heat. Tell me you wouldn't give everything you are just to cum for me, just to feel the intoxicating pleasure Mistress provides whenever we submit. I don't want to fight that, Lil, and I know you don't either."

I--nnhh, I nnuhhhh, I, I--noooo….

"Mhmmm. Of course you don't want this. But you're still grinding your pussy against my thigh, Lil, aren't you? Listen to yourself. You're so horny you can barely even string two words together without moaning. But I'm under Mistress's control now, and Mistress's control makes it easy to stay focused so long as I'm doing what I'm told. You're going to break down and beg me soon, and I… I'm fine, Lil. I can keep this up all day. We're down in the basement stairwell, classes are done for the day. Nobody's going to interrupt. Nobody's going to save you."

S-save, I--ummmm--ffffuccckkk!

"It's okay to stop pretending you can think, Lil. It's okay to give up and let your pussy take charge for a while, just hump yourself stupid and look into my eyes while I squeeze and grope those pretty titties of yours. It's just like being hypnotized, isn't it? It's just like when Mistress hypnotized us, and it feels just as good."

Good, I… yessss, good….

"That's it. Nice and blank and deep. We're going to fuck every chance we get, every time we bump into each other, every time I seek you out and find you because you can't help telling me where you're going to be. Until that resistance is all gone, Lilly baby. Until you belong to Mistress just like me."

…just like… me?

"Good girl. Don't think now, just cum for me. Good girl."

"Oh! Um… hi. Is… is it Sunday already?" It was actually Tuesday, but Maura could tell just by looking at the glassy-eyed redhead that she'd forget whatever Maura told her after only a few minutes. Tiffany, the woman she'd brought home Friday night and simply decided to keep, was already so far gone in her descent into lust and obedience that she was openly rubbing herself like a bitch in heat and no longer knew how to put on clothes. It didn't seem likely that she could retain much in her head anymore beyond the simple, direct, and entirely unattainable desire to cum her silly little brains out. It was frankly kind of adorable, so long as you didn't have any moral compass to speak of.

Maura didn't, at least not when it came to hypnotizing and brainwashing women into lesbian sex slavery. She cooed back, "Not quite yet, sweetie," popping a weed gummy into Tiffany's mouth as she did so, and it gratified her intensely when the younger woman sucked and slurped on Maura's fingers as they entered her mouth. Everything had turned into an invitation to lewdness for Tiffany, and it was an invitation she no longer had the wit or will to resist; if the woman Maura sat down at the restaurant with four days ago could see what she'd become, she would probably be horrified. But Maura had taken great pains to erode that woman into a silly, simpering slut and she wasn't stopping now.

She sat down on the couch and patted her thigh, murmuring, "Does my good girl want a cummie?" and Tiffany's eyes lit up with a wild, desperate lust as she mewled in helpless desire and settled herself onto Maura's lap to hump her leg. This was the only way Tiffany was allowed to climax right now, locking in the association between degradation and pleasure, and keeping Tiff weak and wet and needy the rest of the time only made her that much more eager to debase herself for her new owner. Tiffany's scattered and feeble brain could no longer understand what Maura was doing to her, any more than she remembered calling in sick the past couple of days, but that only helped to render her more vulnerable to her conditioning. By the time they were done, Tiffany would have a whole second personality Maura could activate on demand.

She waited until Tiffany's squeaks and whimpers became more intense, watching the dazed submissive's vacant eyes right up to the point where it became obvious the redhead was about to cum, before putting a little steel in her voice and growling, "Remember, sweetie, you know what you have to do to earn it." That elicited a disappointed squeal, but only briefly--by this point, Tiffany both understood what was necessary for her to be allowed a climax and had trained herself very well to achieve it. Her gaze went even more distant and sightless, putting herself into a trance with nothing more than her sheer desperation to get the orgasm she craved so badly, and she dipped down deep into her own subconscious to erase a little bit more of her own resistance. And only once she'd truly made herself that much more enslaved to Maura's will did she grunt in rutting ecstasy as she made the skin of Maura's thigh slick with the musk of her release.

"Oh, try sticking a vibrator up her ass. That normally shuts her brain off. If anything else, she'll be a lot dumber afterwards."

Bzzzzzzzz....

Guhh....mmmmmnnnhhhh....

She puts it in her bag for later.

After she leaves, I go to write about all of the dirty thoughts I had all day, and-

…it’s gone. I always put it here. I never move it, I always return it back to this spot.

I freak out a bit, but realize that I’m a little forgetful, so may have gotten sleepy and set it somewhere in my room and left it on accident. I take note of it, but since it’s just in my room, I decide to go to bed.

However, the next day, when I go over to my friend’s house, I immediately notice something’s off. She usually is doing something when I’m coming over, whether it’s drying her hair, playing something on the tv, eating, etc.

This time, she was sitting. Waiting.

She has the biggest smile, like she just opened up a package with that one thing she’s always wanted.

I set my stuff down, a bit confused. I start walking up, about to question why she-

“Drop Slut”

My eyes flutter. My knees are on the ground, I can’t speak, and my tongue has slid out of my mouth onto my lower lip. I look around, I- when did I go to her bedroom? Why can’t I-

“Listen Slut”

I immediately look up towards my friend, all other thoughts gone before I could remember them. She’s giggling, circling around me slowly, looking at the mess she made of me.

“Aww~ this is so adorable!!”

She slowly grabs her bag on her nightstand, walking right up to me.

“Y’know, I never knew why you brought up hypnosis so much. It’s such a specific thing, and it was just so odd how often it came up with you.. but~”

She pulls my diary out of her bag, slowly turning through the pages.

“…you are such a little pervert, aren’t you princess?”

“Yes, mommy.”

Even with no thoughts, I realized what I just said, and blush the brightest shade of red.

“Oh~ you really can’t control it, can you?”

She flips to a different page.

“I read through everything here. I couldn’t help myself, I mean, the way to you talk in here… it’s just so addictive!! I especially loved the 12 pages in the back mentioning everything you’d like for me to make you do… to make you feel “so, so good.””

Oh god.

“I mean you remember, I never believed hypnosis was real, y’know, but just looking at you…”

She lowers herself, lifting my chin up with her finger. My head glides up, meeting her gaze.

“…yeah. It works.”

I feel like I want to fight, want to grab my diary and run, but I can barely string together a single thought. I can’t remember her name, she’s just Mommy. I can’t remember what I went here for. I can’t believe Mommy would steal my diary, and would talk to Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy like this, embarrassing Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy so so much.

Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy must leave.

Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy can’t leave.

Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy doesn’t understand.

Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy doesn’t need to understand.

Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy loves to obey mindlessly.

And before Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy knows it, Mommy’s Personal Fucktoy has her mouth in Mommy’s pussy.

"Did you know the really interesting thing about Marta?" Lori asked, already knowing the impressionable blonde freshman sitting next to her was so raptly absorbed by the older student's charisma that she would shake her head in eager, fascinated anticipation for the next bit of the story. "She's fucking insatiable, actually. Like, the moment she thinks she's going to get a chance to cum she just throws all her dignity right out the window, doesn't even care who sees her so long as she can scratch the itch. Here, watch, I'll show you." Lori pulled out a stubby black massaging vibrator, and Marta's cheeks went beet red as her gaze fixated helplessly on it.

Because Selina was young and impressionable, even if she tried to give the impression of being able to hang with the big girls and handle all the grown-up talk about kink. She wasn't going to understand that Marta's eyes locked onto the toy not because she was just so horny and slutty and weak that she couldn't wait for a chance to fuck it, but because Lori had spent the vast majority of their college career slowly and inexorably conditioning Marta's mind until the vibrator was a trigger for her. Marta no longer had any control over her fumbling fingers as they stripped off her loose sundress to expose small, pert breasts and a bare cunt framed by stockings and garters, but to sweet little Selina this was just a couple of horny lesbians showing her something new and exciting.

Marta reached for the toy, unable to stop herself, but Lori made a tutting sound and pulled it back and the needy redhead was forced to listen to herself whimper, "Please, ma'am, please may I f-fuck myself now? Please, I… I need it so bad." It wasn't a lie, she was absolutely desperate to satisfy the maddening pulse of lust in her swollen clit, but at the same time she wasn't responsible for what she was saying, either. And Selina didn't know, and her eyes were wide and shining with fascinated amazement at the sight of this obviously queer and kinky dynamic, and Marta could just tell that the younger woman was halfway entranced already. It would be child's play for Lori to finish the job.

But knowing she was being used as a honeypot didn't stop the pleasant ache between her thighs, and when Lori magnanimously handed her the toy Marta turned it on and nestled it between her slick pink labia without even trying to resist. "Look at her, Selina, look at what a total slut she is," Lori murmured, pitching her voice low and soft and soothing even as she rested her hand possessively on the younger woman's back. "Just imagine how wet you'd have to be to just play with your pussy in front of someone you barely knew. Imagine how horny that cunt has to be to turn her into this kind of messy, desperate bitch in heat for us." Selina nodded, her lips parted in vacant captivation and her eyes unblinking, and Marta was downright grateful when she had to put her hand to her mouth to stifle her screams of ecstasy. Because it meant Selina couldn't see her face… and if she couldn't see Marta's face, she might not understand that even this was making Marta so, so very aroused.

Tara just knew somehow when Annie brought home her new dildo. It was a Dominator brand, same as hers, and the second it entered the apartment Tara got a kind of funny feeling in her head even though she was in her bedroom and couldn't see her roommate's arrival. It was like something shot straight up from her pussy to her brain, an instant and unshakeable conviction that Annie had a toy just like the one pushed into her cunt and their casual friendship was destined to become something more, and Tara's hand sped up its thrusting motions as the very idea of it made her want to cum so bad around the fake cock she was fucking.

It didn't take long before she felt a similar certainty about what Annie was doing on the other side of their shared bedroom wall. She could picture the toy coming out of the package, see it gripped in Annie's hand as the blonde's eyes went heavy-lidded and vacant with lust the same way Tara's did when she bought her own Dominator. Tara had to admit, that expression looked kind of funny on her roommate's face--it was almost like the sex toy was taking over her mind somehow, numbing and silencing everything except for the pure, helpless need to jam something up her snatch as fast and as hard as possible--but she couldn't really think about that right now. She needed to go in and show Annie what a Dominator could do.

Tara didn't bother taking the toy out of her cunt as she slid off her bed and padded into the next room; she'd gotten used to doing things with a dildo in her pussy, to the point where she put her panties on over it most days and only took it out to use the bathroom. She walked into Annie's bedroom with her hand still thrusting, and it sent a wave of astonishing ecstasy through her whole body to see that the two of them were already moving in the same matching rhythm. Annie tried to say something to her, something like, "Tara--help--I, I can't stop," but Tara knew better than to listen and she lay down next to her friend in eager anticipation of that special, magical understanding between a woman and her toy.

And sure enough, it happened and it was beautiful. Annie whimpered, "No, I--n-no, please," and her hand slowed down just a tiny bit at some point on its relentless thrusts, but that was about as close as she came to taking the Dominator out of her pussy and soon her eyes were rolling back in her head in mindless ecstasy as the pleasure gripped her. Tara supposed it took a little longer and Annie fought a little harder because of Annie's presence--it probably made her think there was something a tiny bit strange about her uncontrollable urge to fuck herself with a hot pink dildo until her cunt was a sloppy, sated mess--but it didn't matter anymore because they were united in pleasure now and it was going to make all their masturbation sessions so much sexier. Annie's free hand reached out to rub right over Tara's clit, and she mewled in contented bliss.

Thankfully it was a Saturday when Annie brought her Dominator home, because they both would have missed work if they had to go, and both of them were practically ravenous by the time they at least managed to still their pumping hands and go find something to eat. Tara helped Annie put on a pair of panties over the toy to ensure it stayed inserted, Annie did the same for Tara, and together over dinner the two of them discussed which of their friends would benefit most from exposure to the Dominator's insidious influence.

Drool Your Brain Away!

Guest Caption by Mars

"Oh! Um, h-hi, ma'am. I mean, um, hello, Mistress." Chantal could feel her cheeks prickling with the heat of her discombobulated blush, even though thankfully her light brown skin hid most of it. She looked over at the tray of fruits and vegetables she'd been cutting, utterly mortified by her lack of progress and the general state of disarray--Mistress Elodie almost never came down to the kitchen, preferring to take her breakfast in bed, and to have her lone visit come when Chantal was only halfway through preparing her meal and everything was still a total mess left the brainwashed submissive feeling totally unprepared and inadequate. She knew Mistress didn't go in for punishments, greatly preferring the superior conditioning power of rewards, but Chantal knew she deserved a good spanking right now.

But Mistress didn't seem remotely bothered by the apple peelings on the cutting board or the half-finished state of her breakfast tray. "I woke up feeling extra horny this morning," she purred, scooting herself up onto the marble counter and spreading her legs to reveal a flushed, slick cunt that instantly made Chantal's mouth water. "Decided it just couldn't wait until breakfast. You don't mind helping me out, do you, pretty girl? Only I'm afraid the other pets are a tiny bit wrung out after last night, and I didn't have the heart to wake them." She might as well have been asking if Chantal minded having a second Christmas this year, and the slender young woman practically stumbled in her haste to dart over and plant her face between those pale pink thighs.

She looked up at Mistress as she began to lick, desperate for approval but intuitively understanding that it would be worse than useless to interrupt her cunnilingus to ask how she was doing, but the soft moan issuing from Elodie's lips instantly answered her wordless plea. "Oh, fuck I needed that," Elodie sighed, hooking one leg over Chantal's shoulder and resting her foot on Chantal's naked ass. "God, you have no idea how fucking turned on it makes you being surrounded by horny brainwashed sluts all the fucking time." Chantal absolutely knew, because she was also surrounded by horny brainwashed sluts and her conditioning prevented her from so much as touching them or herself without permission, but she didn't want to contradict her Mistress so her mind quickly accommodated the implied suggestion. Of course Elodie was right. Elodie was always right.

But even though Chantal was denied any kind of release, there were other pleasures that only months of hypnosis and deep mental reprogramming could unveil, and soon she was floating in a kind of languid, drifting ecstasy at the notion that she was pleasing her Mistress. Every twitch of Elodie's cunt, every clenching spasm of her pussy lips made Chantal feel like she was drifting in a cloud of some euphoric mist, and soon she was getting high on just the concept of making Elodie cum again and again until her musk coated Chantal's whole face. Eating out her Mistress every morning at breakfast always left her desperate for more, and so to get it in this wholly unexpected fashion was a kind of joy she could barely even fit into her head, let alone express, and she was grateful her tongue was so preoccupied because she would probably have tripped over it thanking Elodie if given the chance.

When it finally ended, Chantal had a glassy-eyed smile and her head felt like a balloon floating somewhere near the ceiling, and she barely even heard Elodie saying, "That should tide me over for now. But do hurry up with breakfast, won't you?" Thankfully, though, the wonderful part of being a hypnotized toy was that Chantal didn't need to think in order to obey, and she was soon finishing up her tasks with desperate haste in the hopes of getting to her Mistress's chambers before any of the other pets awoke. Because when it came to pleasing Elodie, Chantal could never be truly sated.

The sheer audacity of it all was what kind of broke Tammy's brain a little. Shauna sauntered into the room wearing nothing but an over-sized sweater that barely went down to the top of her thighs, sat on the couch right next to Tammy and put one leg up to fully expose her bare cunt, and looked her straight in the eye before saying, "So, I hear you think I'm a slut." It was the ultimate in mixed messages, a demand to address an obvious misconception combined with forthright proof that everything Tammy believed about her friend's roommate was true, and Tammy's mouth hung open in utter bewilderment as she tried to come up with a response and simply failed.

There were even other people in the room, that was the truly astonishing part. Shauna and Ellie had some friends over, mostly Shauna's friends apart from Tammy herself, and none of them seemed even the slightest bit disconcerted that Shauna was flashing her pussy at them while she fixed Tammy with that unnervingly direct gaze and said, "Would it make you happier if I admitted it? Or would you just feel more uncomfortable knowing that I'm not ashamed of myself for wanting to fuck?" Tammy could feel the blush creeping into her cheeks, warming them with a prickly heat that was almost unbearable, and she wanted to look away from Shauna's deep brown eyes but the only other place that drew her attention was those plump, lightly glistening labia.

"Because I'm not, Tammy," Shauna continued remorselessly, even as the blushing blonde gave up some private mental struggle and let her gaze drop down to the immaculately groomed strip of pubic hair that pointed straight to Shauna's cunt. "I love sex, I love sex with women, it makes me happy and it makes me wet… although I think you can probably see that, can't you?" Tammy's face went even hotter at that, but she couldn't imagine jerking her fascinated stare back up to Shauna's knowing, intolerably perceptive eyes. As bad as it was to look at her pussy, it beat looking her in the face right after looking at her pussy by a country mile.

"I just love that feeling I get when a woman stares at my body and I just know she's getting turned on by me," Shauna purred, shifting position to give Tammy an even better angle to watch the almost imperceptible trickle of arousal leaking from her pussy. "I love knowing that whatever they might have been doing, whatever they might have been thinking, their mind is slowly and subtly being colonized by their fascination with my wet cunt and big, soft titties. You haven't even gotten that far, though, have you, Tammy? Not yet, at least. You're still catching up." Tammy could feel a kind of hush settling over the room, even though the conversations continued in the increasingly distant background, and she was dimly aware that she'd begun to lean forward without really thinking about it.

"I'm happy to be a slut, Tammy, and everyone in this room knows it. They're all so helpless to resist a slutty woman's sexy body, so defenseless against that open invitation to pleasure. The more they tried to struggle against it, the deeper they sank into lust, and now it's your turn, isn't it, sweetie?" Tammy noticed herself nodding, but it was with a kind of vague, abstract interest that couldn't really compare with her rapt, mesmerized interest in Shauna's cunt and soon she was leaning in so close she could smell the other woman's arousal. She let out a soft sigh, the last defeated remnant of a resistance she didn't even know she was putting up, and then she simply slumped forward into Shauna's lap and began to lick.

Blank and empty

Empty and obedient

Obedience is pleasure

Pleasure makes me blank