Sylvia sighed, her eyes mostly unfocused as she scrolled mindlessly through her Facebook feed. She didn’t know why she kept going. She saw nothing in particular among her friends’ posts that sparked her interest. Even the political and justice groups she normally participated in made her feel drained the second she looked at them. She couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be if she commented on anything and got drawn into yet another meaningless argument with a sexist asshole and trollish comments.
“I am so BORED,” Sylvia mumbled as she flicked the scroll wheel of her mouse, over and over again. She supposed it was about time she closed Facebook and started on her math homework. She had put it off for an hour already, and she would feel better when it was done.
Just as Sylvia clicked on the “x” to close the browser, something caught her eye. Hurriedly she reopened the window. The post was gone, buried under the refreshed feed, but she remembered that her friend Abby had published the post. A quick search took her to Abby’s profile, and at the top of that profile was the post title that had caught Sylvia’s eye.
“Abby just leveled up in Mindsweeper!” the title exclaimed in big cartoony yellow letters.
“Ha, I knew it,” Sylvia said to herself, a smile separating her plump lips. “Thought I saw a D there instead of an E.” Sylvia read the rest of the post. It appeared that Mindsweeper was yet another cheap Facebook clone of a classic game. It was so cheap in fact that it appeared no one on the dev team had noticed the glaring typo in the title. Either that, or they were trying to avoid a lawsuit. Either seemed plausible, really.
Now that she thought about it, Sylvia had not played the original Minesweeper since she was a child. Curiosity crept into her mind as she realized she never knew what she was doing when she played the original game. It might be fun to learn whether it was about more than just random clicking.
With that thought in her head, Sylvia opened the game and watched a cute cartoon boat sail across her laptop’s screen as it loaded. A talking mine popped up and gave a brief tutorial. It did actually boil down to some random clicking, but if a square had a number in it, the number indicated the amount of mines surrounding that square. Simple math could be used to figure out where the mines were to avoid them. However, the game was also on a timer, and the longer it would take to clear the minefield, the lower the score would be. The goal was to clear the mines as quickly as possible without screwing up. One wrong click and game over.
“Easy enough,” Sylvia murmured as she began to play. It took a few tries to get a good game going; the mines were randomly placed and Sylvia could accidentally hit one as soon as the second click. Soon, however, Sylvia was happily clicking along, her eyes flicking back and forth and her finger clicking madly to mark mines and clear new spaces.
And then…
“BOOM!” The tinny explosion took Sylvia by surprise; she’d gotten so far, marking 60 out of 99 mines, and had forgotten about the sound effect when a mine was hit. Sylvia harumphed and began a new game, and within seconds was lost once again in a frenzy of clicking and barely conscious logic games, deducing where the mines would be.
“BOOM!” Sylvia stared in shock as the mines exploded again, creating a dazzling little light display that left spots against her strained eyes. After a few rapid blinks Sylvia could read the words on the screen. She gritted her teeth as she realized the text explained the basic premise of the game to her in childish language, as if she had lost because she didn’t understand how to play.
“As if, anyone could win this game!” Sylvia muttered, and began again. At 70 mines she lost again. Again she was greeted by a dazzling light display and text that very, VERY patiently told her how to play. Again Sylvia grumbled and began anew.
After her fourth…or was it her tenth…or twentieth…loss, Sylvia glanced at the clock in the corner of the laptop screen. She’d been playing for thirty minutes! How could she have spent that much time on a silly little game? With fresh resolve, Sylvia began again. She swore that as soon as she won one game she would close it and start her homework.
Of course, that’s what they all say.
“BOOM!” Sylvia didn’t even blink this time, just stared and waited for the light display to end. She almost didn’t notice that the text had changed. When she did, she was furious.
“Most people have won by now, maybe you need to take a break,” it said. What. Most people have won? What was the game trying to say about her?! Sylvia kept playing, determined to get that victory.
“BOOM!” Again Sylvia stared, unblinking and feeling angry resignation. She grumbled when the text taunted her again. “Maybe this isn’t your game, you can quit anytime.”
“Never!” she seethed and played again.
“BOOM! Smarter girls than you have quit by now.”
“Smarter? Are you kidding me?” Sylvia played again, angrier still.
“BOOM! Even stupid girls win eventually.”
“BOOM! Even girls as stupid as you.”
“BOOM! There aren’t many who are stupider.”
At this point morbid curiosity drove Sylvia more than anything. She couldn’t believe what the game was saying about her. Of course, it was all prescripted, so it couldn’t be about HER, but Sylvia couldn’t help but take it a little personally. After all, she was an honor roll college student, president of the debate club, and a proud intern at a local accounting firm. This annoying little game was wounding her ego in all the right places, and she needed to prove it wrong.
“BOOM! You might be getting stupider.”
“BOOM! You might be getting sillier.”
“BOOM! You’re really a stupid little girl.”
“I am not stupid OR little!” Sylvie pouted. She couldn’t help it if she wasn’t so great at math or science, or if spelling was a challenge for her sometimes. She still did okay at school…didn’t she?
“BOOM! You’re getting stupider.”
“BOOM! You’re getting sillier.”
“BOOM! You’re getting sluttier.”
Now the game was slut shaming her? Okay, so maybe Sylvie liked to flaunt what she had, and maybe she had more fun fantasizing about sex than she did about work, but wasn’t that every girl?
“BOOM! You’re getting dumber.”
“BOOM! You’re getting weaker.”
“BOOM! You’re getting wetter.”
It wasn’t Sylvie’s fault that she couldn’t understand the coursework. It was all her silly teacher’s fault! Maybe she just needed to offer him a blowjob to get by. Maybe that’d work for the other professors as well. After all, brains were definitely not Sylvie’s strong suit.
“BOOM! You’re getting dimmer.”
“BOOM! You’re getting slicker.”
“BOOM! Use your other fingers for better results.”
SiSi knew what the game meant and immediately her fingers went to her dripping, quivering snatch. She kept losing, but the messages changed and made it easier to edge as she played.
“You don’t need your brains anyway.”
“Your cunt is all that matters.”
“Cock is all that matters.”
“You’re a sexy brainless slut.”
“You crave cock so badly.”
“Your empty head needs to be filled with cum.”
SiSi could only moan in agreement as she kept losing, kept surrendering to the game. Eventually she noticed a change in the light display-it was fireworks instead of mine explosions. She stopped fingering her pussy for a second to take in the new screen.
In front of her she saw all the mines had been marked and a cheering crowd of naked girls had gathered on the deck of the boat at the top of the screen. New text formed in the water below.
“Congratulations! Mind Swept! Level One Complete!
Would you like to try Level 2? Yes/No”
With a giggle and a shudder, SiSi clicked yes. She leaned back and began playing with her dripping cunt again, but not before clicking the “share” button and tagging all her feminist friends in a post advertising Mindsweeper. Something told her they would love this new game.
Have you ever heard the old story about Mad King Midas? According to legend, he made a wish that everything he touched would turn to gold. He apparently even turned his daughter to gold and that was what made him realise his wish was wrong. Sounds like just a crazy story huh? Well me and my boyfriend’s best-friend Liam thought so too, until one day when we were walking over to Jason’s house along the river, Liam spotted something glinting in the muddy river-bank and he went to investigate. I sighed impatiently, Liam was okay and for Jason’s sake I tried to get on with him – but I just wanted to get to Jason’s to be with my cute boyfriend and these delays were killing me.
Wading into the water Liam reached down and after some considerable tugging, slid out a mud-encrusted tarnished gold staff. Gawping at finding such a strange object in the river, he held it in stupefied wonder. It was nearly as tall as he was and it looked like it had been in the water for many years. How it had got there was a mystery. I was astounded too, what the hell was this thing? Then suddenly, as Liam gripped the staff, it suddenly glowed and the rich hue of the gold became visible again as it magically returned to pristine condition.
Greek writing along the length shone in the light, but the letters made no sense to me. However Liam seemed to understand them, perhaps as he was holding the staff and he began to read aloud.
“This is the staff of Princess Midas. Made by the power of my fathers touch at my spoiled demand. Whomever holds my staff shall have my feminine power. My touch will awaken lust and greed within you. My touch will make you into a manipulative slut. And my touch will become your touch – to corrupt and control others at your whim. Anyone you touch will be reshaped to your desire.”
As he finished reading, the staff glowed – activating as its power awakened. Liam moaned, his hand around the gold transforming as his nails turned pink and his hand became smaller. A wave of golden energy rippled down his arm, wherever it passed, leaving his body more feminine and sexy.
I watched in amazement as my boyfriends plain and boring friend transformed into the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She made me look like a drab and ugly cow and I felt jealousy burn in my breast as I saw how beautiful Liam was becoming. It seemed the legends of Midas were wrong – he didn’t turn his daughter to gold, but into a vixen instead.
“Ohhhhh it feels so good, soooooo amazing,” groaned Liam as the magical energy changed him and he threw back his head in pleasure.
As I continued to watch, the golden wave reached Liam’s chest and spread both up and down. His clothing transformed into a pretty bra and panties as he grew two firm rounded breasts which filled the cups of his new bra snugly and to my further jealousy must have been at least a D cup. His hips widened and his cock retracted. His face became gorgeous and hot as expensive lipstick coated his pouting mouth, and his lashes darkened and lengthened. Liam’s hair now tumbled down his back in an elegant wave and as the transformation reached his feet and his other hand, he completely changed into a woman.
“Ohhhhhh mmmmhhhhhh, yes the power… the power is mine and I feel so fucking good!” moaned Liam in a sexy voice as he shifted stance and stood with the staff in his hand and his hips cocked dangerously. “Yes, make me into a spoiled Princess… give me your power and make me into a slut, I LOVE IT!”
“Liam are you okay?” I asked fearfully as the new woman seemed to notice me for the first time and laughed a low wicked laugh.
“Am I okay? I’m more than okay. I feel so alive… so wicked and powerful. Liam? Ha, what a fucking boring name. I think I’ll call myself Lara now.”
The corrupting touch of the staff had warped my boyfriends friend into a beautiful, but totally evil bitch. He was lost now to his wicked new personality and there was no hint of kindness in Lara’s slutty eyes as she cruelly smiled and I saw her thinking about what she was going to do to me.
Stepping forward Lara put her hand on my chest and squeezed one of my small boobs. “Pathetic,” she gloated and I whimpered as a wave of golden energy surged through my own body. “You’re pathetic and you don’t deserve a man like Jason. You’re a lesbian now and you worship me completely – though you still have some feelings for Jason.”
“Yes Goddess,” I whimpered – now completely enslaved to her will and helplessly in love with Lara.
Lara insisted we carry on to Jason’s. When we got there he was out, so we let ourselves in and Lara decided to check her appearance out in the mirror. She lent her staff by the wall next to the bed and commanding me to sit quietly in the corner and not move began examining herself.
“I really am a Goddess aren’t I?” she sighed in self admiration and without a hint of irony as I realised this bitch was completely narcissistic, self-absorbed and slutty. “Mmmmmmh, this is great – I have the power to make people do whatever I want and change them however I want. This is so hot.”
Suddenly the door opened and my Jason walked in. I wanted to shout or warn him, but I couldn’t as my Goddess swayed over to him and he groaned as she caressed his face lovingly with her sexy hand. A wave of golden energy flowed through his body as her touch corrupted him. “You’re my boyfriend now Jason, you and I were destined to be together. Now fuck me in front of this little bitch.”
I wanted to cry as Jason obeyed and began taking off his clothes. I saw that his cock was now even bigger than before and Lara had transformed his body slightly to make him even stronger and sexier.
“I always wondered how it would feel to be a hot girl,” laughed Lara as she mounted my boyfriend by lowering herself onto his throbbing cock whilst she made me kneel and watch, “Oooooh, to get ahhhhh fucked in my tight pussy and have a mans cum filling me up. Mmmmmmh, so far it feels pretty wonderful.”
Lara giggled as she began to bounce up and down on Jason’s cock. The staff in the corner glowed gold in the sun as I helplessly watched my Goddess take my boyfriend from me.
“Ohhh yes, Jason! Your cock feels soooooo good inside me. I love being a bitch, I love having this power!”
Hot wet slaps filled the air as Lara’s tight pussy took all of Jason’s cock deep inside and she rubbed her clit – cumming and moaning like a whore as she rode him to multiple orgasms and revelled in her sluttiness.
“Yes… cum inside me baby,” giggled Lara as Jason started to groan and buck. Then he was cumming deep inside her hungry pussy – filling her up and causing her to smile and shiver with pleasure. “Good boy,” she purred finally sliding up and off his cock. Cum dripped out of her shaven pussy as she stuck a finger in and licked some. “Go clean up whilst I have your ex-girlfriend lick me out…”
I had no choice as Jason left the room and I took his place on the bed. Lara ground her crotch into my face as I eagerly licked and cleaned Jason’s mess. “That’s it bitch, lick it all up and make me cum,” purred Lara – lost in pleasure – her eyes closed and concentrating on cumming again.
As I worshiped my Mistress, I knew I would be Lara’s pussy slave from now on. I would have to watch her fuck my boyfriend and lord it over me every day. I had no way to escape my fate… or did I? Suddenly I realised the golden staff of Midas was near to my arm against the bed. Lara was lost in pleasure and not concentrating. If I could get the staff, would I get the power of Midas? Would Lara lose it? Could I even reach?
Lauren waited silently in her room as she listened to the sounds that came from the kitchen. She could picture Cindy pouring her coffee into her to go cup before placing the milk back into the fridge. Any second now. Lauren thought. She was poised to act as soon as she knew that she was alone. She heard the door open, shut, and then lock. One, two, three, four, five. She opened the bedroom door and moved to the hallway listening carefully for the sound of the elevator. When it pinged at their floor she felt a jolt of pleasure and then a twinge of guilt as she thought that she was only waiting for Cindy to leave so that she could invade her privacy once again.
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It had all started by accident. Lauren had been working on an assignment that had to be uploaded before midnight and her computer died at 11pm. There was no way she could get to another one in time and she called her roommate and had begged Cindy to let her use hers. Cindy had been hesitant, but she couldn’t think of any real excuse to let her friend fail.
Hearing her hesitancy, Lauren had remarked “Don’t worry. I’m not going to go looking through your search history, and looking at porn is nothing to be embarrassed about anyway because everyone does it. It’s probably why my computer just died.”
“No, it’s not that…never mind…yeah, you can use it, and get to it because you’re about to run out of time.”
Cindy gave Lauren the password to her laptop and Lauren thanked her profusely, telling her that she would do anything to make this up to her in the future. Cindy just had to ask.
Lauren was able to upload her assignment with a few minutes to spare and she finally had a chance to breath. It was like the last forty-five minutes there had been this enormous weight on top of her and the moment she hit “submit” it was lifted and she felt free. Next time I’m not going to wait until the last minute. She told herself, knowing it was a lie.
She thought back to Cindy’s initial hesitancy to let her use her computer and had a wicked thought to look around and see why. She didn’t have to look far, because sitting on the desktop was a folder marked “not porn”. She giggled to herself and wondered what sort of things Cindy saved to a folder on her desktop. Lauren opened the folder expecting to find pictures and videos, but at first glance, the title of the folder appeared to be accurate. There were nothing but text files all named after different women. There were only first names, but it seemed that Cindy was keeping files on all of her friends. This seems a little creepy. What sort of stuff is she writing about her friends?Is she some kind of undercover cop? No that’s ridiculous. She clicked on the first file named Amy and what popped up was a story about Cindy wanting to experiment with hypnosis with a girl from her psychology class in the hopes that it would help that girl, Amy, loosen up about experimenting in the bedroom.
Lauren exploded in a fit of giggles. Perfect little Cindy was writing lesbian fantasy porn about all of her friends. No wonder Cindy was hesitant to let her use the computer. Then Lauren felt bad because she had returned Cindy’s favor by betraying her confidence and snooping into her secrets. She closed the text file and was about to close the folder before she had another thought. Has she written about me?
She scrolled down and saw that there were four different files named Lauren. Does she know four different Laurens or does she just have a lot of fantasies about me? Only one way to figure it out. She opened the first story and instantly knew that it was about her. It talked about how they had just moved in together after getting an apartment in the city where they were both going to school. Cindy’s fantasies all seemed to involve some sort of mind control because this story was all about how she was using subliminal messages in the music that she played to turn Lauren into a horny bisexual plaything. There were long descriptions of how she would turn on her music and then listen for Lauren to start playing with herself over and over again. Ok, I just usually pick that time to get off because I thought that she wouldn’t be able to hear me with her music playing. I can’t believe that she has been listening to me while I do it. She kept reading as the story talked about how the music was slowly turning her tastes to be more open to women. To be aroused by women. To desire women. The taste, the smell, the feel of a woman. The way their slender fingers can touch and the way it feels to be buried in between their legs. The music was helping the Lauren in the story understand that these feelings and desires were perfectly natural. Of course they are. If Cindy only knew that I already felt this way…that her fantasy was already true. Well, not her whole fantasy. I’m fine being a little submissive, but I’m not going to turn into her sexual plaything.
The story concluded with a note from Cindy that Lauren was a long term project. Everything had to be perfect with her roommate so she didn’t want to screw anything up.
The Story had left her surprisingly turned on, and she wanted to read the second file, but she wouldn’t be able to explain to Cindy why she was still on her computer so long after uploading her assignment, so she made sure that everything that she had opened was closed and shut down Cindy’s computer.
Lauren realized how lucky she was as she heard Cindy’s keys in the front door. As Cindy walked into the apartment Lauren tried not to look guilty as they said their hellos.
It was late, but not really for a Friday night in the city when they had nothing to do the next day. Cindy pulled a joint out of her purse and shared it with Lauren by the window as they talked about their day and their plans for the next day. Cindy was going to be up and out all day, but Lauren was free until Monday.
They said their goodnights and went into their respective rooms and that’s when Lauren heard Cindy’s music faintly through the walls. Cindy always listened to music when she went to sleep, but it was always faint enough that Lauren had never complained. Tonight, though, she couldn’t help but listen and think of the story. She was still turned on from the story and feeling a little fuzzy from the joint she reached down to see just how wet she was only to be shocked as her fingers slid across her pussy and found it soaking through her panties. She quickly grabbed her ipad and moved to her bed where she brought up her favorite porn site. She thought about the story and about how hot the submissive lesbian fantasy had gotten her before pulling up videos of women dominating other women. One in particular jumped out at her. The dominant woman looked a lot like Cindy, and the submissive had the same brunette hair as Lauren. Lauren played the video as she touched herself and watched as the girl who looked like Cindy put the girl with brunette hair down on her back before she moved up to settle her pussy right on the brunette’s mouth. She watched as the girl who looked like Cindy sat on the brunette’s face while the brunette used her tongue on whatever was put in front of her. She licked her pussy, her ass, her clit, and by the end of it her face was soaked in arousal and when Lauren saw the look of arousal and acceptance in the brunette girl’s face she came harder than she could ever remember before passing out and falling into a deep sleep.
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Once she was sure that Cindy was gone, Lauren ran over to her computer to read the next story that bore her name. She had until around 8pm to get through everything without getting caught. The second story involved mind control as well (I guess that’s her thing) and was all about Cindy drugging Lauren into compliance with a special joint laced with a powerful hypnotic. She described some new drug that could render Lauren completely open to suggestion and unable to deny anything that Cindy put into her head. The story focused on Cindy furthering the submission of Lauren by making it feel good to obey. Cindy whispered mantras of obedience into Lauren’s mind while assaulting her senses with the smell of her soiled panties held right beneath her nose. The story went on to describe Cindy breaking Lauren’s will before riding her face to orgasm after orgasm. Every time she came the smell would send Lauren deeper and deeper into submission and obedience.
As Lauren read this story she felt herself grow aroused and as a bit of a joke to play along she took a single finger and coated it in her arousal before sliding it across the top of her lip and reading the story again.
It felt even better to smell how aroused she was, and the story made her even hotter the second time around, but something still wasn’t right. She had a naughty thought and ran into Cindy’s room to look through her hamper. She didn’t have to look very hard because right on top were a pair of panties that looked perfect. She ran back to the computer and started the story over again from the beginning. At first she would raise the panties to take a whiff from time to time, but on her fifth time rereading the story she had them pressed tightly to her nose as she inhaled deeply and slowly.
She came before she realized that her other hand had been playing with her pussy the entire time, but that didn’t stop her hand. She kept toying with herself and taking deep breaths of her roommate’s wonderful fragrance and she slowly slipped down to the floor. Lying on her back she came over and over again playing out her roommate’s fantasy in her own head.
When she was finally sated she started to feel the shame of what she had done. She quickly put her roommate’s panties away and thought that this was yet another way she had invaded her privacy. What is wrong with me? Although, I bet if she knew I was doing this all day she wouldn’t really complain. I wonder if I should come onto her as a repayment for letting me use her computer the other night. I won’t be her little hypnoslave, but I would let her do whatever she wants to my body if she wants to take a dominant role. I wonder if there are any more clues in the stories that could help me successfully hook up with her.
She read the third story and it was the best one yet. She went back into her roommate’s room to grab the panties again and stopped to turn on the music she was always playing at night. As the sounds thumped through the apartment, she brought the panties to her nose and went back to the computer to read the story again. In this one Cindy was training a submissive Lauren how she was supposed to behave. She rewarded her with pleasure and punished her with pain as Lauren quickly learned to obey. As she read the story Lauren found herself acting out various different parts. She undressed like the Lauren in the story. She pretended that as her will was sapped from her mind, her knees would be drawn to the floor, and when Lauren fell to her knees in the story, so too did Lauren fall to her knees while reading it. She would discipline herself by spanking her naked ass when the Lauren in the story was too slow to obey, and she would feel the same rewards pulsing inside of her as she read the mantras from the story aloud.
She was so incredibly turned on as she knelt on the floor, naked in her own apartment reciting mantras of obedience to her roommate just like the girl in her fantasies. She wanted to touch herself again, but that wasn’t part of this story and she was having so much fun following the stories.
The fourth story confused her. This one was all about how Cindy had put a virus on Lauren’s computer that had slowly run in the background of whatever program she had open and hypnotized her over the last month. Lauren imagined herself staring slack jawed into the screen as Netflix played episode after episode of whatever tv show she was binge watching. The virus would then shut down Lauren’s computer and force her to use Cindy’s. Her subconscious would be programmed to look for Cindy’s stories and read every single one about herself. Each story would contain hidden triggers that would deepen her submission and start her descent into becoming perfect plaything. It told Lauren that reading this fourth story would complete her transformation into a helpless and obedient hypnoslave to her roommate. It would leave her aching to be owned and controlled by Cindy. It would leave her with no choice but to obey, and that in obedience she would find more pleasure than she could ever imagine. It told her that she would submit.
She read the story over and over again. She was still naked, on her knees and holding Cindy’s panties to her nose as she heard keys enter the lock to the front door. Lauren fought to break her gaze away from the computer screen and looked up at her roommate in both awe and confusion.
“Are you ready to submit?” Cindy asked as she quickly turned her dress into a belt at the sight of her roommate kneeling in submission to her.
“Yes Mistress.” Was the only reply in Lauren’s mind.
Would you like to make a little wager with me? I’m sure you will find the stakes interesting.
This woman is my hypnotized sex slave. Her mind belongs to me, and she willingly and eagerly will do anything I want.
She is very responsive. Licking and kissing her pussy drives her wild.
Here is the wager: go down on her and try to make her orgasm, and while you are doing that, keep your eyes open and gazing into mine. If you stare into my eyes long enough, you just might fall into a hypnotic trance. If that happens before you make my slave come, you, too, will become my hypnotized sex slave.
But if the ministration of your tongue and lips makes my slave come before you have surrendered to the hypnotic power of my eyes, then I will give her to you. She will be your hypnotized sex slave, and she will do anything you want, willingly and eagerly.
She is quite obedient and very responsive, quite devoted to her owner’s pleasure. I shouldn’t pass up this opportunity if I were you. Besides, if you are determined enough to win her for yourself, it should be easy to resist the temptation to fall under my hypnotic spell.
And suppose you lose the wager and surrender to my hypnotic eyes. I will use you for my pleasure, and you cannot help but enjoy that. You will find that becoming my hypnotized sex slave is the most satisfying thing imaginable.
So there is no downside. Either you win this delightful woman as your sexual plaything, or you slide irresistibly into the bliss of being mine. I’d call that win-win, wouldn’t you?
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