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?
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 …
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 …
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“Do you remember what I said about good girls?”
“Yes... you said, ‘Good girls go blank.’”
“That’s right. And you’re my very good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes...”
“So what are you doing?”
“I’m... going... blank...”
“That’s right. Good girl. And what do good girls …
When he snapped her wrist restraints into place, locked to the cuffs around her thighs, it finally struck her how real this was.
“You okay, baby? You gasped.”
She squirmed, basking in helplessness. And nodded.
Next came the spreader bar. The metal was cold around her bare ankles, but soon …
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 …
When Harper left for work, Trish had been studying for her law exam. Harper was surprised, to say the least, to come home and find her roomie wearing a low-cut tank top with no bra, furiously jiggling her breasts with both hands. She’d shut the door and frozen, unable …
They’d noticed her at the gym.
They’d said, “We love your look—how’d you like to be a model?”
Brooke thought, “This kind of thing only happens in the movies”.
They’d said, “Come back to our place, we want to take some pictures.”
She’d showered …
She remembered the first time she was told, “Kneel.”
It had come as a surprise. They’d been playing around in bed, undressing each other, kissing, toucing; usually a prelude to sex, but this time…
“Kneel.”
She’d done as she was told. On her knees, on the bed, hands …
The worst part was getting used to being on her knees.
Ever since Hypnox told Diana her strength was in her bracers and her free will was in her tiara—and then placed those artifacts before her eyes, just out of reach—she’d been able to feel herself growing …
“Professor, it’s just… I don’t think these lessons are—are working.”
Aurora shifted in the chair uneasily. The way her thighs rubbed together was distracting; probably because she had no panties on. She was almost sure she’d been wearing panties—and blue jeans, for that matter—when …
“No thoughts,” his voice said over and over in her head, “just cock.”
God, it felt good to be like this. Soft and weak, on her knees like… like a pet, like a… a good girl. She couldn’t seem to think except in words he’d given her. She …
Look, don’t get me wrong. I definitely want to make your brains drip out your cunt, leaving you locked in place on your knees, trembling and obedient, awaiting the snap of Master’s fingers.
But I also want you to be a happy, healthy, independent human being.
So forget …