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 …
The thrall-march seemed endless.
Shackled at the rear of the company, every clank of the chains on your wrists and ankles made your head droop.
You wished you could sink back into the training sleep, though it meant being less person and more thrall upon awakening.
The Broken Plain was …
You poor thing.
Under hypnotic bodylock right next to your friend.
Unable to touch them. More to the point, unable to touch yourself.
Even though, if you could, you'd be squirming and moaning with pleasure right now.
The toys torturing your helpless bodies have plenty of battery.
Your mind will …
I've been rather in love with my metronome lately.
It's such a compelling hypnotic focus.
Of course, you can be hypnotized by practically anything...
But something about that simple, affectless, relentless tone...
Tick... Tick... Tick... Tick...
It's so easy to focus and fixate on.
The arm sweeps back and forth …
"Rough day?"
"Yeah... brain's just scattered. Having a hard time focusing, you know?"
"Sure, I hear you. Poor thing. Lemme rub your shoulders..."
"Mmm, thank you. Feels nice."
"Just take a deep breath.
"That's right, and let it out. Good."
"I'm feeling better already."
"Good! I know you are. But …
"Good boys don't think," she said, "good boys just sink."
Normally, such a silly, simple rhyme wouldn't have hit you as hard as it did.
But you were already stroking your cock.
On your knees.
Had she told you to do that?
It just felt natural.
And it felt SO …
"You're exaggerating!"
"And you're adorable. Putting up a brave front, like you could resist for even a moment."
"You haven't fucked my head up THAT much..."
"No? What are you, deep deep down?"
"I'm your brainwashed fucktoy—no! I mean..."
"Oh, cutie..."
"You think covering your mouth will help?"
"I …
Microfic: The "Device" was really just a Fleshlight attached to a motorized arm that thrust forward and retracted. That, and a laptop propped on a shelf, web browser open to a GIF of a spiral. Noise-canceling headphones playing a simple mantra over a canned binaural beat.
But the power of …
"What's wrong?"
"Well... I'm on my knees..."
"That's true."
"I'm naked."
"Mmhmm, I can see that."
"I'm holding up your pocket watch..."
"Yes."
"I don't remember how I got like this..."
"That's ok. What else?"
"I can't... look away... from the watch."
"No, you can't."
"I can't... can't resist..."
"That's …
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: 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 …
"I need to warn you."
"Yes?"
"I'm finding it hard to... I..."
"It's okay, go ahead."
"I can't think."
"You can't think."
"Y-yeah. I can't think."
"I see. That's okay. You don't have to think."
"I don't have to think."
"That's right. Is there... anything else you want to tell …
Author’s Note: I’m into mind-control. People being controlled. I don’t think they belong that way, it’s just a fantasy. So “<gender> is inferior” kink, for any value of <gender>, doesn’t typically get me off. Nonetheless, the idea of people being turned into sex objects does …
They were calling her, back to the shore.
She had almost escaped. She’d made it further than she’d let herself imagine, almost to the water’s edge. Almost to the deep, black bliss of freedom.
They were calling her, the voices they’d installed in her head.
The …