Tag: mind control

malesupremacyadvocate:

You may be getting married cunt, but that only means that you’ll get to serve two superiors! I’ll still drop by to check on you quite often… Now, give daddy a blow

Sara couldn’t quite tell why she was so nervous, really. But the thought of her father walking her down that aisle and giving her away made her so terrified. Was it just existential dread of an unknown future, she wondered? No, that wasn’t it. Was it the idea of a man giving her like property to another man that she found untenable? No, Sara realized with a guilty shudder, that concept still gave her a naughty thrill. So what was wrong!?

*knock* *knock*

“Come in! … Oh, Dad!”

“Baby, you look all afluster. Did my little doll get her head turned around again thinking too many thoughts at once? Tell me what’s wrong.”

God, she hated the way her father babied her! She had a Masters in Engineering! She wasn’t a doll! Yet…whenever her father talked down to her, she found her brain practically melted. She always ended up with her head in Daddy’s lap as he petted her hair and told her what to do. It was so…comforting.

Sara squirmed. “D-daddy. I- I’m scared. Of just walking down the aisle with you. But…I don’t know why.”

She found it hard to be coherent around him. Later she’d be resentful and think all the things she wanted tell her father. Tell him off, sometimes.

“Shh, baby girl, don’t strain yourself. It’s natural for a girl to feel attached to her father and fear abandonment. But I’m not really ‘giving you away.’ I’ll always be your Daddy.”

He hugged her and held her in embrace. It felt warm.

“Thanks. It’s nice to hear. I knew that, I guess. But something still feels weird. I feel like in closing this chapter I’m leaving something undone. Something I can’t ever get back. It feels…not like you’re abandoning me, but like I’m betraying you. I’m sorry, it doesn’t make sense.”

She blushed, feeling like a silly girl. She both loved and hated Daddy so much. He made her feel like such a dimwit.

“Doll, of course it makes sense. No, don’t try to guess why. Just listen. Relax that tired girl brain. Doesn’t that feel nice? Now, you feel that way because in consummating your relationship with your husband you fear that you are sexually betraying your first man, your father.”

“Oh. That does- feel right, actually. Psychology is so weird. I’m glad you studied it and not me, Daddy.”

Sara went on tiptoe and gave her father a chaste kiss on the lips.

“Brains are complicated. Your machines are dumb little bimbo girls by comparison.”

“Ha! I’ll have to tell that to my lab manager, Mindy. She’ll be pissed. You are so smart and funny, Daddy. Thank you.” Later Sara would also be fuming about this line. But somehow in the moment she always found Daddy so charming and right. Then she’d repeat his outrageous claims to others with anger and a shame that burned between her legs.

By now he was rubbing her scalp, fingers running through his daughter’s long blonde hair. She’d hated bleaching it, but somehow her Daddy always managed to convince her. Just like the boob job…even her fiance had objected, but Sara still found herself at the appointment with Daddy holding her hand and waiting for the plastic surgeon to ‘improve’ her. Just as then, her brain was out of focus, malleable to Daddy’s words and his touch. 

She was relaxed and not jittery now, but she couldn’t think straight either.

“Doll, this is all natural. You feel guilty because you never consummated with your first man. Never showed Daddy your loyalty and fidelity.”

“Um, uh, yeah. Mmmm, yes, that feels good. Like, umm, Freud, right? Mmmm. E-uh-lektra complex? Ohhhhh, yes! I just, uh, need to, mmm, get over it, right?”

He began rubbing her bare shoulders with strong hands. It felt amazing.

“Shhh, no, silly little girl. Don’t think. You’re too dumb. If you just push your feelings aside you’ll never resolve them. Right?”

“Mmmmmm, oh? Yeah. Of course. Sorry I was stupid, Daddy.”

Fingers were brushing against the top of Sara’s dress and a little under the fabric. She wanted those hands on her breasts, whoever’s they were. 

“It’s not your fault, baby. You’re just a bimbo dolly, after all, right?”

“Mmmm, yes? Yes.”

“Tell me what you are.”

“Dolly is a bimbo? A stupid girl?”

“Good. So listen up, silly bimbo. The only way for Daddy’s dolly to get over these feelings of betrayal is to consummate with her Daddy first. Obviously.”

“Oh, right. Um, like, duh.”

“So I’m going to take out doll’s artificial tits. They’re mine anyway, since I bought them.. And my daughter is going to love it.”

Sara loved it. She needed it. 

“Yesssss, mmmmm. Touch my tits. Explore what you made and then had remade, Daddy. My whole body is yours but especially my tits. I’m so sorry I didn’t offer them to you sooner. I’ve been such a dumb and bad daughter.” 

“Shhh, don’t fret. You are doing the right thing now. Daddy will guide you. Okay, now dolly bimbo is going to get on her knees and suck her father’s cock. She will be grateful that Daddy is agreeing to help her.”

Sara complied immediately. This felt so right even if she couldn’t think to comprehend why.

“Thank you, Daddy. I feel so much better.”

“Of course, baby. Now shut up that cute mouth with your father’s cock. Mmm, that’s a good girl. Now as you suck on me I’ll tell you about how a good girl serves two men: her husband and her Daddy.”

MindSweeper

soulcorruptor:

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.

XOXO soulcorruptor

shadowbornkayla:

A GIFT FOR YOU
PART THREE
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“Yes mistress.” I said again, as she instructed me to cook her dinner for the fourth time this week.

My ankles were SO fucking sore, having had worn three-inch heels around the house to do all the housework for who I used to consider my girlfriend. Ever since she gained absolute control over me when that witch changed me into a blonde, she’s gotten a little out of hand.

“My pet,” she called me that now, I guess, “you’ve been such a doll, but I can’t help but miss the touch of a man.”

Alison stood close behind me, her fingers tracing the outline of my panties through the dress she made me wear. Over the past few days she’d made me wear all manner of feminine attire, even going so far as to buy me my own lingerie. The make-up and sexy poses she forced me in have almost become second nature…

“Mistress, does this mean you’ll turn me back into a man?” I asked, carefully, not giving eye contact as I tended to the meal.

“No, sweetie. It means I have a job for you tonight.” I could sense her menacing grin without looking. “I want you to find us a hot guy tonight and bring him here. I might even be willing to share him!”

The command was set. I grimaced as best as my face would let me. I felt Alison’s hand gripping my butt excitedly, leaning in to my neck to kiss me just below my ear. I swallowed, my eyes still focusing on my cooking, but knowing that my body would betray me and that I’d find myself taking some dude home with me tonight.

“W-why? Mistress, please…” I begged, knowing that it didn’t matter at this point.

“Mama wants dick, silly. And you don’t have a dick anymore. You’re too pretty for a dick. Isn’t that right?” She whispered into my ear, gripping my ass even harder, causing me to tense up.

“N-no… mistress, I can’t…” I shook my head. It was futile.

“Tell me you’re too pretty to have a dick.” She snapped.

“I’m too pretty to have a dick.” I replied, softly.

“That’s right!” She said, slapping my ass, causing a squeal to escape my lips. “I don’t want to hear any of that nonsense again, you hear me? If you’re going to talk about men, it will be like a horny woman looking for a good fucking.”

“B-but mistress, I just love cock! You know that, pl-please let me find a man tonight and bring him home to f-f-fuck me, too!” I clenched my fist, I didn’t want to say those things!

Alison plopped down on the couch and put her feet up. “We will see, my pet. We will see.” She mused further. “Your name is not Brett anymore, it’s Brittany now. Also, I want you to act confident and sexy around men. No more of this childish stuttering!”

I stared down at the food I was still preparing, my pampered blonde hair falling just into view. “Yes mistress.”

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My heels clicked on the cobblestones outside the bar I was headed for. My purse dangled lightly at my side. I didn’t really carry much on me, Angela said I probably wouldn’t need money.

I opened the door and was met by that familiar scent of booze and people. I scanned the room briefly, looking at the crowd for a suitable guy. In order to complete my command, I needed to score a hot man for my girlfriend.

Fuck this shit.

“Hey there, you looking for some company?” A drunk voice offered from behind me. I spun around and saw the guy checking out my ass.

Ugh. At least he wasn’t that attractive.

“Uhm, Yeah, but not with you. Sorry!” I smiled, turning back to the crowd and trying to make my way somewhere else.

“Pfft. Bitch.” I heard him spat. “Girls like you are always such cocksuckers. You should get a real man like me.”

I don’t know what it was, but suddenly I felt strange… Like I had made a mistake? I turned around to look at him again, and realized he *was* hot! Fuck, how did I miss that?

“Sorry, um, what was your name again?” I asked, walking back to him. I noticed his tattoos on his arms, and he looked at me strangely.

“Uhh, Dave. Wait, you just turned me down…?”

“Mmhmm, but maybe I changed my mind? You seem like way more of a real man, you know…” I twirled my hair. I just needed to get him home to Alison. “I’m Brittany, and I have a girlfriend at home that would just LOVE to meet you.”

“Changed your mind… girlfriend…?” He seemed lost. “Look babe, I just want pussy. You look like a good fuck…” he looked me up and down again, “…but I kinda wish you had bigger tits! Haha!”

I rolled my eyes, wishing he was a little smarter than this. Then, my chest started to swell, and I looked down in horror as my tits expanded, pushing out my bra.

Shit.

“What the…” Dave gazed at my new breasts, mystified. “Did I do that?”

“I, uh, have to go…” I crossed my arms over my chest, somehow fighting against my programming. I needed to get out of there, FAST.

“N-no, girl, stay a while.” Dave leaned in, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. “That’s interesting stuff. I wish you were a little shorter, too!”

I felt myself change further, shrinking down another few inches. “Uh… okay, I’ll stay…” I muttered. My feet wouldn’t allow me to move.

Dave looked around to see if anyone had noticed. Unfortunately for me, perhaps, the bar was crowded enough that no one was paying attention to us.

“Fuckin’ incredible. Come outside with me, Brittany.” He took my hand and I just… followed him. Conflicting thoughts rolled through my head: on one hand he was somehow also changing me, and on the other he was so fucking hot!

We went around the corner of the bar into the alleyway and he looked at me like he was crazed. “Take off your top.”

“Oh… okay.” I lifted my blouse over my head and revealed my now giant breasts to him. The bra I was wearing hardly covered them!

“What WON’T you do, babe!? Tell me you’re a good little cocksucker, too!”

“I’m a good little cocksucker, too…” I repeated to him.

“Hoo boy! I think I hit the fucking jackpot!” He cheered. “Forget about your little girlfriend, you’re coming with me!”

Girlfriend… girlfriend? “Um… what girlfriend?” I honestly didn’t know what he was talking about, but I couldn’t bring myself to let him keep changing me like this! “Please, Dave, stop changing me… I can’t control it, you have to stop!”

“Pfft. And throw away a chance like this? You’re my girlfriend now, babe. And I want you to have a tattoo just like mine!” He laughed giddily.

My head was spinning. I put my arm up to my face and saw a swirl of ink crawling up it, creating an intricate tattoo sleeve. I thought I’d never had a tattoo before, but suddenly I felt like I could remember the pain I went through to get this one. I stopped to admire it before looking back at my drunk boyfriend still ogling my tits.

“God, Dave, why do you have to keep staring at my breasts? My eyes are up here.” I huffed, leaning into him. I was cold, and couldn’t for the life of me know why I would have removed my top out here.

He laughed again, seeming to sober up in the excitement. “Don’t be such a prude, Britt. You are a dirty little whore and you know it…”

Prude? Ha! I’ve never been a prude. “Mmhmm I know, baby.” I looked both ways to see if anyone might be watching, then got down on my knees in front of him. After all, I was a good little whore that loved sucking cock. I’ll show him!

“Gimme your dick, baby…” I said, reaching for his belt. He clumsily undid his pants and released his massive dick, and I didn’t want to wait. I slurped it into my mouth like a lollipop and feasted. It was sooo hot and musky!

“Fuck yeah, you’re so hot, girl. Ohh yeah.” He thrusted his dick deeper into my slutty little face, gripping my hair until it hurt. “Your name is Steph now, a good name for a cock slut Iike you! Come home with me.”

I licked his tasty precum and smiled up at my hunky boy toy. “Yeah, that’s my name, so, like, what? We gonna fuck at home? I want you to have sex with me right here!”

“Wish granted.” He took my hand and gestures me to stand up. He grabbed my waist and lifted my dress up until he could tug my panties down my hips. I leaned forward onto the brick wall in front of me and giggled.

“Oooh yes,” I said as I felt his wet dick tip rub against my ass. I was so horny, I wanted to explode!

“It would be hotter if you begged me,” I heard him say. “Beg me like a dumb broad.”

I NEEDED this! “Mmmm please baby, fuck me? Pleeeease? My pussy is so fucking wet, hon, put it in- oohhhhHH!”

I squealed as his dick slid into my dripping clit, and he wasted no time pumping his hard cock up inside me. My hands pressed against the rough wall as my world was transformed to dirty brick and flesh and cum. This was who I was, a dirty girl fucking her boyfriend in an alleyway.

“Yes, yes, yes, mmmm you’re so hard baby, please fuck me harder!” I screamed! I didn’t care! I was my man’s little dirty whore and if everyone at that bar found out I’d be turned on more! I massaged my clitoris as he fucked me from behind, and gasped as wave after wave of pleasure and ecstasy rocked me.

When he finally finished with me my cunt leaked his semen, and I pulled my panties up to start soaking it up. God I felt so god damn amazing!! I kissed my boyfriend with my stinky dicksucking mouth and playfully patted his hard crotch.

“Let’s do that again sometime, stud.” I winked, brushing my tousled hair back into place to regain some semblance of my feminine dignity.

He took my hand and called us a cab to go back to his place.

Mmm, careful what you program your girl for.

soulcorruptor:

“Why do you keep fighting the Patriarchy?”

“Because it’s an outdated societal structure that gives too much power to men.”

“What’s outdated about it?”

“Are you honestly asking? Well, clearly society is better off when women get some of the power too.”

“Oh really? What would women do with that power?”

“Well, I’d use it to make things better for everyone!”

“Better how?”

“I’d make things more equal!”

“Is equal always better?”

“Of course it is!”

“Are you sure?”

“Whoa, your voice just got…really…weird…”

“Are you sure equal is always better?”

“Am I…no..what?”

“Focus on my voice. Is equal always better?”

“Is…equal…better? I…”

“The poles of magnets are not equal. Magnets are attracted to opposites. Weakness is drawn to power.”

“Drawn…to…power…”

“Yes, you’re weak and therefore drawn to power.”

“I’m…weak…drawn…to…power…”

“Yes, you’re so weak that fighting is exhausting.”

“Yes…so tired…”

“You’re not made to fight. You’re too weak to fight. You’re made to surrender.”

“Too…weak to fight….”

“You’re too weak to fight. Too weak to resist. You can’t help but surrender.”

“Can’t resist…must surrender…”

“Yes. Surrender. Surrender is sexy. Fighting is not.”

“Surrender…is…sexy…”

“Do you want to fight anymore, little girl?”

“No…no fight…I surrender…”

“Good girl. Surrender to me. Show me your tits.”

“Yes…Sir…”

“Excellent. Surrender is sexy. You are too. You’re sexy porn for me now.”

“Surrender…sexy..I am porn.”

“You are porn, and porn girls take cock without question.”

“Porn girl…take cock without question…”

“That’s a good girl. You’re so wet, so soft. You’re wet, soft and weak, a perfect slave.”

“”Wet, soft and weak…perfect slave.”

“Fuck, I came deep inside you. Go get your best friend while I recover. We’ll enslave her too. Teach her that surrender is sexy.”

“Yes Master…enslave more girls…surrender is sexy. We surrender to you.”

***Thank you for submitting your tits, @cloudxcar. They were perfect inspiration for this post.***

Mmmm, weak and soft. Surrender…

Domesticated Dyke: A Lesbian Feminist Story

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“Oh, this guy can fuck right OFF,” sputtered Caroline.

The beautiful brunette sat with her friend Maria at a table in their local pub, staring in shock at Maria’s phone-or more accurately, at the Tumblr blog which Maria had pulled up on the screen.

Caroline’s face twisted into a mask of rage as she scrolled through post after post demeaning women, showing them as pets, slaves and bimbos slobbering over guys’ cocks. As an avowed feminist and hardcore lesbian, she had always found men pretty distasteful, but this…THIS was just beyond anything she’d ever witnessed. In this modern world, Caroline found it impossible to believe that anyone could be so completely sexist and chauvinistic without an army of righteously angry women tearing him from limb to limb.

Maria watched her friend’s expression carefully as Caroline continued scrolling in disbelief. “I couldn’t believe it either. This asshole even uses the ‘feminism’ hashtag in order to ensure that feminists see his bile!” Caroline looked up, shaking her head as she put the phone down.

“What a fucking dickless motherfucker. He knows what he’s doing, trying to get us all pissed off at him so he can claim victimhood. I mean, ‘become a better girl?’ What the hell kind of corny slogan is that? As if girls who kneel and serve men are better than strong, independent women!”

Maria grinned. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not like guys know how to make us women happy anyway, which is why so many of us are just fucking each other these days instead.”

Caroline snorted in derision, downing a shot of liquor in one swallow. “I bet you he’s just some tiny dicked sad little man who’s never even seen a woman naked in real life! Someone needs to give him a square kick in the balls!”

As if the universe knew that Caroline needed someone to take out her anger on, two young men walked up to the pair of lesbians, smiling as they offered to buy the women drinks.

Caroline turned to the men, the flames of rage erupting in her eyes. “What, why do you want to buy us drinks, gentlemen?” she sneered sarcastically. “Maybe you think we can’t afford to buy our own? Or maybe you’re hoping that you can get us drunk enough to rape us when we pass out? Haven’t you heard, you assholes? Girls don’t need your drinks, your dicks, or your presence in our lives anymore!”

The guys were too shocked to respond as Caroline stumbled away from the table, Maria following her and keeping her steady as they walked outside to hail a cab.

“That felt good,” said Maria with a grin. It wasn’t a happy smile, however; it was full of malice and anger.

Maria nodded as she helped her friend into the cab. “I bet it did. Let’s get you home so you can sleep and forget about this…” for a second the alcohol kept the blog’s name out of Maria’s head-”…Soulcorruptor.”

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Dangers of Snooping

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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.

Nnngh.

Yowza. Roommate goals.