Hypno slut

I've been hypnotized, but I don't remember any of my hypnosis.

My reality has been shifted, but I couldn't tell you what's different or what's new.

I've been conditioned, but I don't know what's making me react the way I do.

My world feels completely normal. Everything feels right and true, I know my mind has been changed and warped to this present reality.

sex is morally neutral.

in itself, it's not a good thing, or a bad thing. it's just a thing people do.

now, intention and setting can make it a good thing (you're with someone you love! you're having fun!) or a bad thing (from awkwardness to straight up lack of consent).

what i mean is: the sex act in itself is not morally bad or good. if you have it before marriage, or for a one-night stand, or with many people, those things aren't bad.

you shouldn't feel ashamed for not having, or not wanting sex either.

“A good doll looks after herself.   A good doll eats properly.  A good doll gets enough sleep to wake up fresh for work the next day…”  The voice over the headphones droned on, pummeling her subconscious with positvity.

She had been promised a proper fuckdoll mindset.  Not this…  this slice of self help and self-acceptance! 

“Oh stop making a mountain out a molehill,”  Fae chided, planting a kiss on Emma’s forehead.   “If you actually bothered going to your therapist, none of this would be necessary.”

Emma pouted.  “When I let you into my mind, I didn’t expect you to try and make me a better person…” “Sucks to be you, then.” “Look, I’m just going to pop next door for a cuppa and a chinwag.  You going to be a good, obedient sub and surrender to the new, improved you?” “Like fuck I am,”  Emma replied, practically growling. “We’ll see,” Fae countered as she headed for the door.  “We’ll see…  I’ll be back in thirty to check your progress, okay?” “Fuck you!” “Love you, too!”  Fae replied, nonchalantly as she let Emma’s words slide off her like water off of a ducks back. 

“A good doll seeks help when she needs it.  A good doll wants the best for herself.  A good doll will enforces boundaries…”   The voice continued over the headphones.

“Double fuck…”  Emma replied, filling herself slipping under as the background hum dug into her, hidden subliminals whispering for her to surrender and slip under. 

However, we should make sure all of it benefits us as much as it benefits the ones that we serve. We should enjoy everything we do for them and appreciate every little thing that is done to us - and all of it should motivate and inspire us to get even better tomorrow. For the ones that trigger those changes, but also for ourselves.

“I insist my pet keeps to her promises...”  Her Mistress insisted.

“But it’s exercise!”

“And you promised to get fit at the start of the year, sweetie.” “It was cold!”  Leah pouted.

“And?” “Wet!  It was wet!” “So are your panties whenever I put you under, but you never complain about that!”  Mistress pointed out, picking up the VR headset she’d left laying by Leah’s head.  “Now keep still whilst I fit you with this...”

Leah did as she was commanded, even raising her head to allow Mistress to strap to clip the head strap into place to keep the VR headset.  She may been a pouting brat of a submissive, but she still obeyed her Mistress.

“You know, if I had known that letting you install all those pleasure triggers into my head would one day lead you to installing the desire to get fit and look after myself, I would have-” “-still said yes,”  Mistress interrupted. “No I wouldn’t have!” “Liar!”  Mistress said with a chuckle as she tightened the straps to make sure the headset would remain in place.   “You’re too much of a mind control hussy to resist the temptation for a good slice of reprogramming.” “I could try to resist.” 

“Hah!  That’s just you mentally edging and drawing out the process.” “But I’m asthmatic!  I’ve got rickets!  I’ll drop dead of a heart attack, half way through my first run!”

“Lies, lies, and I’ll just bring you back as my cyborg sex-bot.” Leah stopped, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.  “Wait, is that a promise or a threat?” “Depends on whether I leave you with your brainwashing fetish, huh?”  Mistress teased, gently booping her sub’s nose. “Now if you’re a really good girl,”  She continued, “And you let all the yummy conditioning in,  I promise you that I’ll spend the weekend scrubbing your mind so clean that you’ll be unable to walk without dripping for the next several days.  If you don’t?  Vanilla sex for a whole month and no fun outside of that.” “That’s evil.”

“Evil?   No, I prefer to think of it as highly motivating to get on board with the program.” Leah sighed, snuggling down into the bed as she got herself comfortable to drift off.  She might be about to be programmed into being a fitness bunny, but she was going to damned well sure make the most of her last fleeting moments of laziness. “Damn it, I wish I’d never broached the subject of getting fit with you.   You’re like the one person who will hold my nose to the grindstone about this kind of shit.” “’Thank you, Mistress, for caring about me enough to want to see you fit and healthy’”, Mistress said, doing her best Glasgow accent in gentle mockery of her Sub’s accent.  “’I wish show you my appreciation, later, when you’re grinding your glorious cunny into my pretty little face’”   

“This!   This is why my people use to raid the border!” “Because your women were all super-duper gay and needed a strong, English woman to spank them?” “Shut up!”  Leah protested, feeling her cheeks redden.  “That is unfair use of kink!” “All is fair in love and kink, sweetie,”  Mistress pointed out, reach up to flip the headsets screen into place.  “Now be a good girl and stare into the screen for me...” “...fine”

“No!”  Cried Emma as Hannah took her phone away.  “There were so many spirals left to view!”

“…and so many dishes left to wash.”   Grumbled Hannah as she threw the dishcloth at Emma.  “Less Hypno; more housework.”

“This,” Emma protested, scowling as she got up off of the sofa.  “This is why I insist we get a dishwasher.” “So you can spend even more time zoning out and playing with yourself?”  

“You never normally complain…”

“Yes, but that’s because Mum & Dad are coming over to meet you for the first time in a couple of hours,” Hannah said, rolling her eyes in exasperation as she returned to the kitchen with Emma in tow.  “And need to make a good impression.” “…I could great them at the front door in my cat suit?” “No!” “Maids uniform then?”

“Oh, for the love of…”   Hannah said, pinching her nose.  “I swear to God if you don’t stop being a brat because I’m making you do housework, un-hypnotized, I will ban you for cumming for the next several months.” Emma quietened for a few moments, donning her rubber gloves and plunging the first dish into warm, soapy water Hannah had already run for her. 

“Don’t threaten a girl with a good time,”  She muttered under here breath.

Jasmine had barely been able to stand being Joy’s roommate after she’d met her new boyfriend. Or as Joy called him, her Master. It was like Joy was a completely different person now. She pretty much only seemed to care about her Master. She’d tried to talk Joy into realizing something was wrong with her relationship but that had only made things worse. So much worse that Joy had decided to move into her boyfriend’s place, and hadn’t even talked to Jasmine since.

In a moment of weakness, Jasmine had signed up for the website that Joy had met her boyfriend through. Maybe going on a date could help take her mind off of things.

It…didn’t. She felt like such a terrible date because it did not distract her at all from her falling out with Joy. The lady she was on the date with was nice enough, but Jasmine just couldn’t get into the date, at all.

When she got home and booted the Venus website back up, though, a message popped up.

Your perfect match would love to see you again, but he has some criticisms for you to take into account!

Yeah, that made sense. Jasmine certainly expected criticisms. It was generous for her to even want to see her again, but she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to hear out her criticisms…

Issue 1: The main issue is that she’s still torn up about her…ex-girlfriend, I assume, Joy. She needs to just forget about her. You can’t let your past relationships impede on your new relationships. She needs to just move on!

…Joy? Who was Joy? That name didn’t ring any bells in Jasmine’s head. She did tend to just never think about her exes again after breaking up, though, it was for the best for her. So if Joy was her ex, of course she’d totally forget about her! Had she been talking about this Joy person on her date, though? That couldn’t be right…

Issue 2: She’s a spoiled rich kid. Probably hasn’t worked an honest day in her life. If she wants to be my girlfriend, she’ll have to let me control her money, so I can be sure she’s truly earning what she spends.

Mmm…that made sense. Jasmine definitely believed in trying to earn her own money, rather than live off of her family’s money. Her girlfriend could keep her honest…

Issue 3: In fact, I think she should just cut all ties she has to her family. It’s for the best. Whatever she has in her bank account right now is all she needs, she should just forget about her family. Throw out their credit cards and just be her own person. She can just be my person.

Jasmine’s hands moved to grab her wallet as she read the word, and she took out her family’s credit cards and cut them in half. She didn’t need her family’s money. She didn’t need her family at all. Honestly, she couldn’t even remember their names, they were just totally blocked from her mind. She could just belong to her girlfriend…

Issue 4: On second thought…maybe she shouldn’t be my person, but rather just be my fucktoy. If I’m already making financial decisions for her, why don’t I just make every decision for her? Her only thoughts should be pleasing me, being an obedient pet and fucktoy. She should just forget everything about herself and let her only thoughts be being a good girl for her Mistress.

And with that, Jasmine’s memories just vanished from her mind. She became a blank slate, ready to be made into her Mistress’ perfect fucktoy. And then there was a knock on her door, and Jasmine’s Mistress was there.

Two months of freedom, gone, just like that! Some random guy at the house party says digideroo, and bam, she’s back to be being the party bicycle just like the old days.

The shock of her response was almost more powerful then the trigger. Well, not really. The shock made her drop her drink. The trigger made her offer her body to everyone at the parrty, and sit the middle of the room masturbating when no one was using her, which wasn’t often.

And make me the

THERE’S A TIMESKIP

THERE’S A TIMESKIP

THERE’S A TIMESKIP

after losing control of the signal fire there’s a FUCKING TIMESKIP and when the next chapter starts everyone’s hair is several inches longer and their clothes have rotted to shreds and they’re still just kind of chilling!!!!

IT TAKES THE TERRIBLE IMPERIALISM MIND-POISONED EXCESSIVELY BRITISH BOYS IN THE ACTUAL BOOK SEVERAL MONTHS TO COMMIT A SINGLE ACT OF INTENTIONAL VIOLENCE, EVEN THE ONE (1) CHILD WRITTEN AS AN ACTUAL SOCIOPATH

AND then when they DO turn on each other it is because

THERE’S AN UNSPECIFIED WORLD WAR HAPPENING

AND A PILOT’S CORPSE CRASH LANDS ON THE ISLAND POST-DOGFIGHT AND THE CHILDREN MISTAKE THE PARACHUTE FOR A MONSTER AND SPIRAL INTO PARANOIA

BECAUSE CHILDREN INHERIT THE LEGACY AND TRAUMA OF VIOLENCE FROM THE ADULTS WAGING WAR AROUND THEM

HURR DURR IN THE REAL WORLD IT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN LIKE IN LORD OF THE FLIES -

yes. yes he did. i’m also gonna direct you to the real life ‘lord of the flies’ which occured in the 1960s, when six tongan schoolboys got stranded on a desert island for over a year before being rescued by an australian fisherman (who, it should be noted, later took on all six as crewmembers because the reason they were out in the first place was because they wanted to see the world, and named his ship the Ata after the island they were stranded on). nobody died. the only injuries that occurred were accidental, and when one of the boys broke his leg falling down a cliff, the others braced it and looked after him so well that it healed perfectly. if they argued, then they would literally go to opposite sides of the island until they’d cooled off. after leaving the island, they remained friends for the rest of their lives. here’s a photo of them as adults, with their rescuer (who is third from the left) and other members of his crew.