Long before taking over a whole gym, Kalista gets a retail job and casts her spell on the young manager.
Long before taking over a whole gym, Kalista gets a retail job and casts her spell on the young manager.
Emma knows something strange is happening during her extra tutoring sessions. She asks Claire to help her find the truth… But the truth has a way of changing you.
Alex insists that blowjobs are inherently submissive. Mia is sure she can prove him wrong.
Stephen’s running late for work. Will Miranda stop playing with his mind long enough for him to leave the house?
Poor Avril has a terrible case of writer’s block. At least her hypnotist girlfriend is there to help her forget all about it.
Dr. Ward is a kind and understanding professor. His door is always open to students who are struggling to follow his challenging coursework. But is all the time they spend in their professor’s office making his students smarter, or dumber?
Mateo wants to hire a fitness instructor to bring new clients to his gym. Kalista comes highly recommended, and she wastes no time showing Mateo how good it feels to follow all her instructions.
It’s been way too long since Gemma got her tan on. When her friend invites her to a luxurious resort, it sounds like the perfect thing to help her forget all her troubles.
On her last afternoon of mistaking herself for a human, Rosa was out for a run.
She was five miles in, her legs thrumming with delicious fatigue, when she saw the dude staring at her.
Great, she thought. Bet you can’t outrun me, loser.
He didn’t try to …
Author’s Note: Originally posted as a set of Twitter threads. Collected here for your reading pleasure.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The lines of brainslaves repeating in their flat, depersonalized voices made it hard to focus as you snuck among them.
You had to hurry. Not only to avoid succumbing to the …
It wasn’t fair. Her head was so fuzzy, and she couldn’t get off her knees, and she was naked. And the air on her sensitive body was distracting and the collar around her neck was distracting and she couldn’t take her eyes off Scot’s dick as …
“Don’t you dare!”
It was too late, though; Miranda was already running out the bedroom with a giggle, and Stephen could only enjoy the sight of her shapely back as she bounced away from him. He was tangled in the sheets—and still erect from their teasing play—and …
Author’s Note: Remember this old manip on the Collective where the viewer was supposedly looking through a keyhole at a beautiful woman swinging a pocketwatch? Well, you’d need to set the story in an old house, or something, for there to actually be a keyhole to peer through …
Inspired by this delightful photomanip by @scifiscribbler
She was disoriented, confused. But you could hardly blame her: waking up in a strange bed, in a strange bedroom… that’d confuse anybody.
She stretched out under the covers, trying to get her bearings. Her head felt fuzzy, more like she was …
Author’s Note: I’ll go ahead and leave the inspiration for this story to your imagination. 🙄
She heard the first throb of the subwoofer through the wall, and Erica glanced at her phone. Yup, 10:00 PM, just like every night. Just like every night, she was trying to …
Author’s Note: Given how dehumanized the contact lenses and lips make her look, a spooky objectification story seemed most appropriate. As I was writing it, I remembered one of my all-time favourite lines in an MC story, from Community by Tabico, and it gave me my ending. Having read …
It was almost done, she realized.
Almost done… replacing her.
She’d read all the books, of course. About the singularity, and its proximity. About how, soon, human beings would take the next leap in their evolution—abetted by technology, not biology. That they’d become immortal machines, consciousness represented …
“Is this… this what you wanted?”
He realized his mouth was hanging open. “I… oh, yes. God. Yes. You’re… so gorgeous.”
She blushed and tried to hide behind the tangles of her hair. She was glad to have the refuge of submission to retreat into, tipping her chin down …
Author’s Note: I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: when you can’t think of anything else to write… Write about how you can’t think of anything else to write.
Works every time. 😘
“It sucks.”
“What sucks, babe?”
“It’s like, almost nine already… and …
(Warning: trancey language follows.)
I recommend the following leading question for hypnotic play:
“…don’t you think?”
This is a fascinating spiral, don’t you think?
The eyes of the girl in the mirror look so sleepy, don’t you think?
It’s far too much work to move a …