#March Mindless 2025

[laurentidal]

Leave It Open

Tiffany walked out of the hypnosis show, mind still reeling. Her friends were howling at all the things that the hypnotist had managed to make her do. She'd clucked like a chicken. She barked like a dog. She'd even done a pole dance without the damn pole.

Or so they said.

Tiffany herself had no real memory of the event. She remembered her friends goading her into volunteering for the show. She remembered walking up on stage and watching the hypnotist swing his watch in front of her eyes. She remembered that feeling as her mind got slippery and began to slide away from her control. The last thing she remembered was the hypnotist telling her that no matter what she needed to be open; she needed to open her mind to him and leave it open. Then she woke up back in her seat, groggy and confused and the center of attention.

They walked to the bar down the street as her three friends' laughs about the displays died off and the conversation moved to other things. Gina's ex-boyfriend drama and Molly's job. By the time they had sat at the bar, the topic of Tiffany's performance was all but forgotten. She handed her card to the bartender when she ordered her first drink and he asked if she wanted to just order the one drink or leave her tab open?

Something fluttered in the back of Tiffany's mind and for just a second, she wasn't Tiffany anymore. "Leave it open," she said automatically. The sentence was so short and the effect so minimal that no one noticed the change that had come over her, herself included.

One drink became two became three. The girls got a little drunker and a little louder and a little more animated. Tiffany stretched and a button on her top popped open, exposing more of her cleavage. Molly blushed slightly and gestured to Tiffany to rebutton her top. Tiffany looked down and felt that flutter again.

"Leave it open," she muttered softly as she waved off Molly dismissively.

The night dragged on and Molly ordered a ride for them. But something in the back of Tiffany's mind wasn't ready for the night to end. Nothing triggered her enough to bring the words to her lips, but when the car arrived to get them, Tiffany decided to stay at the bar. Her friends gone and the bar emptying out little by little, Tiffany took to chatting with the bartender who'd taken her card. Another of Tiffany's buttons had "accidentally" come undone as the chatting had turned to flirting. He wasn't as pure-of-heart as Molly was. He didn't suggest she cover up.

Finally, the curfew came, and the bartender locked the door, leaving the two of them alone.

"Leave it open," Tiffany said as the lock clicked, and he smiled.

"Can't do that, love." He walked over to her, her legs spread wide on the barstool. He placed his hands on her thighs, stepping between them. "You can leave these open, though."

"Leave them open," she echoed, just a little too robotically. Suddenly, the repeated phrase he'd been hearing all night from her and the conversation he'd heard from a couple other patrons about the hypnotist down the street seemed to click in his mind. He reached up and pulled open her shirt, exposing the lingerie underneath. It wasn't hard with how few buttons were still holding it.

"Do you want to cover up?" he asked, testing his theory.

"Leave it open." He swore he could see the light blink out of her eyes for just that moment.

He pulled on her chin lightly, causing her mouth to drop slack. "Leave it open."

"Leave it open," she said, slurring through her stuck-open lips. Drool began to leak slowly and seemingly unnoticed. Each time she repeated it, less of her seemed to return. Finally, he touched her forehead with his finger.

"Leave it open."

Her eyes finally went completely blank. Her eyelids drooped. Her arms went limp, causing the top that was hanging open to fall completely to the floor.

"My mind is open, Master."

The bartender let his eyes and his hands wander across her body. He'd been hoping he could take her home tonight since the minute she walked in. She'd been planning on letting him. But this made things just so much more interesting.

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Tripwire Interactive’s gruesome cooperative shooter Killing Floor 3 will release in March 2025 after almost a decade of waiting. The news excited and horrified veteran Zed-slayers worldwide. Killing Floor 2, released in 2016, garnered a loyal following with its gore, waves of enemies, and harsh action. What terrible creatures and refined aspects await us in this long-awaited sequel?

A World that is Dimmer in Disarray

Killing Floor 3 picks up from the previous installment. The Horzine Corporation’s attempt to weaponize Zed failed, causing a global pandemic. Europe is in ruins, and the shards of civilization that are still standing are clinging to life with all their might. The players assume the character of seasoned mercenaries who are working as freelancers for the desperate Horzine Biotech or other factions that are giving a chance at survival (along with a substantial earnings package).

Tripwire promises a universe that is both more expansive and immersive, despite the fact that the primary idea retains its familiarity. The venues that were static in Killing Floor 2 have been removed. The maps in Killing Floor 3 are more expansive, connect to one another, and have dynamic objectives. The typical “hold the line” gameplay gains exploration and urgency. Imagine scouring a ruined city for supplies while fighting undead hordes.

Zeds that have evolved and aggressive new dangers

The Zeds, the hideous and mutated foes that are the series’ mainstay, have returned, and they are more terrifying than they have ever been. Some of the game‘s most recognisable enemies, such as Clots and Gorefasts, have been redesigned and have more lethal powers. The monstrous Cyst and the regenerative Scrake are two examples of new monstrosities that are sure to put even the most experienced players to the test.

Tripwire has placed an emphasis on the enhanced Zed  AI, which has given them the ability to be more strategic and organised in their attacks. The transition from mindless hordes to a more strategic enemy force is a something that veterans should be happy about because it should keep them on their toes.

A Refined Weaponry for the Purpose of Destruction

Your arsenal and resources are equally remarkable. The Killing Floor 3 weapon system has been modified, giving gamers more options. Fan favorites like the broomstick shotgun and Doomsayer grenade launcher are back, along with a powerful crossbow and a devastating railgun. Additionally, it appears that the customization of weapons is undergoing a transformation, which will enable players to fine-tune their firearms for particular objectives.

The developer Tripwire has dropped hints that the game would also include environmental hazards and melee takedowns in addition to the standard firearms. Imagine putting a Zed to death by impaling them on a broken pipe or by forcing them into a Horzine dispenser that isn’t working properly. This would be a deliciously terrible punishment.

There is a twist to the cooperative carnage

The cooperative gameplay within Killing Floor 2 was the game‘s primary selling point. Players would form groups consisting of four individuals and collaborate in order to eliminate waves of Zeds in a desperate attempt to survive. This fundamental component is still present in Killing Floor 3, although it has a few intriguing new elements.

Concerning a proposed “character class” system, which would be a break from the perk-based growth of prior games, there are numerous rumours circulating. The dynamic of the squad could be altered to include new capabilities and duties as a result of this, which could potentially offer a more strategic approach to the process of killing Zed. Tripwire, on the other hand, has not publicly disclosed any information regarding the particulars, allowing players to speculate.

The incorporation of a new “Zed Time” mechanic is one of the changes that has been confirmed. An update has been made to this well-known slow-motion mode, which now gives players the opportunity to execute a strong finishing move during the limited window of time. Imagine severing the head of a Clot that is charging through the air or decapitating a Gorefast that is raging with a single stroke that is perfectly timed.

Revenue Generation and Concerns for the Community

Concurrently with the lengthy production cycle of Killing Floor 3, there has been significant controversy around the game. There is a significant cause for concern on the possibility of turning the game into a hero shooter, similar to Over watch or Rainbow Six Siege. This monetization method, in which players earn distinct characters with skills, frequently comes into conflict with the established gameplay loop of Killing Floor.

Despite the fact that Tripwire has given fans the assurance that the fundamental gameplay would not change, the community is still concerned about the possibility of microtransactions and character imbalance.

An Exciting and Glorious Comeback to the Zed-Slaying Game

Although these issues have been raised, Killing Floor 3 is showing signs of being a suitable successor to the horrific legacy it has established. Fans have been excitedly anticipating the opportunity to return to the fray since they believe that the game will have a more larger universe, more lethal Zeds, and a more sophisticated arsenal.

The experience will be evaluated to determine whether the rumored character class structure and monetization intentions will contribute to or detract from the overall experience. When it finally makes its debut in March of 2025, Killing Floor 3 is going to be a game that is likely to deliver a powerful dose of cooperative carnage. This much is certain.

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[laurentidal]

Hear and Obey

The Word shot through her brain like the divine light of God. It froze her in her tracks as it collided with her. It smashed through her rage and despair. It pulverized her moral code and her most deeply held trust. A single almighty syllable. Indivisible. Undeniable. Like stone on skin.

The Word narrowed her vision. She no longer needed to look at anything but her Lord and Master. Why should she need anything else in her sight. Her eyes appeared to glaze over with adoration as they stared at Him, forsaking all other things in the room.

The Word caused her mouth to drop open dumbly. Whatever terrible thing she'd been speaking was forgotten completely. Her mouth wasn't for speaking anymore. It's true purpose had been returned.

The Word dropped her hands. Where they had been pointing at him in some form of protest or admonition, they now hung limp at her sides. Then they began their automatic task. Her thumbs hooked around her panties and pulled them down so that she may be freely accessible to Him.

The Word tightened and hardened her nipples, causing them to poke against the stretched fabric of her shirt. But it was no matter. Once her panties were discarded, her shirt was next. Her tits flopped free and she felt the weight of them pulling her body forward until her face was against the floor and her ass was in the air.

The Word pulled on her mind as well, causing her to sink ever deeper into hypnotic bliss. She wasn't a person anymore. Not really. She was a toy for His use.

The Word pounded through her over and over, just as He did. And when she felt him filling her, breeding her, as he had a dozen times now, she felt the Word filling her skull. Pushing out everything else. There were no thoughts. No want or will. No mind or memory or misery. There was only the warmth of the Word.

And as she felt the other woman's tongue licking His seed from inside her, she listened as he erased the word "infidelity" from her vocabulary. Her face rubbed against the wood of the floor as she repeated the lessons he taught her. And when He finally let her wake, she was more than happy to watch the barista from down the block bouncing on His cock with a dreamy smile.

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Renewed

"Three! Two! One! Happy new year!!"

Fireworks erupted on the television, but Penny's mind went completely blank. The countdown paired with the shout right after activated her most important trigger.

Her eyes closed and her body went limp, falling back against the chair. This was Mark's favorite time of year.

"New year," he said to her.

"New me," she answered flatly.

Inside her mind, fifty-two weeks worth of conditioning and triggers was being erased. All memory of her trances and her mantras was disappearing. This was the Clean Slate Trigger. Ever New Year at midnight, Penny got to start over as herself. It was Mark's proudest feat.

After a few minutes, Penny awoke. She was naked and on the floor, her husband standing over her. In her mind, they had just celebrated midnight. No time had passed. Any gaps in her memory of the last year were unimportant to her. Her current nakedness was unimportant. After all, she was along with her husband. Why would she need clothes?

"Here's to one more year," Mark said with a smile.

Penny stood and kissed him. "Another great one."

Mark always let her have January to be herself. She deserved to have a month unchanged and fully awake. But February always came, and Mark absolutely loved the chance to hypnotize her anew.

Sometimes he'd be covert. Let her be confused about why he was swinging his trusty watch for her. Sometimes he'd ask. The old "You know what we should try" trick. Sometimes he'd give her a massage and lead her down with just his voice and his hands.

The result was always the same. New year. New Penny. New opportunity to watch her defenses crumble. New angle to see her eyes go glassy. New words to make her chant as she bounced up and down on him.

And the year would go by. The conditioning would build up. So many commands. So many triggers. So many things her warped mind needed to remember and needed to forget. It was hard on the mind.

Until New Years. When she could finally let it all go. And be renewed.

Shout out to @spellbounddraws for giving me the idea for this story. A great idea that I felt the need to run with.

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Holloway

"Did you just tell me 'No?'" Darrin asked. "Really?"

Bev nodded, albeit weakly.

"I don't think you understand your position, Bev darling. That word shouldn't even be in your vocabulary anymore. Not where I'm concerned."

Darrin had been dating Beverly for about a year, and had been hypnotizing her for almost as long. It had started small. Light trances to ease her anxieties. Then deeper ones to help her with her vices. Then the deepest to start making changes to her. To make her more agreeable and available.

"You know what kind of control I have over you, Bev. How many times have I dropped you with a word or a touch? How many late night fucks have I extracted from your subjugated mind? And you think you can say 'no' to me now?"

Bev pooled all the resolve she could muster and nodded again. It was stronger than the first, but she was still unable to meet his eyes.

"Bev do you know what a holloway is?"

She shook her head.

"When a person walks one path in the forest again and again, the plants stop growing there. So you start walking there even more, since it's clear of brush. Each step wears away the tiniest amount of soil from the unprotected ground. Until, after a long time, the path sits lower than the ground around it. It becomes difficult to climb out and take another route, not when such an easy and well defined route already exists."

Bev listened, aware that this talk could be one of his inductions. But she steeled herself against it. She had to hold firm here. She had to.

"It's a kind of subliminal inertia. Sure, you could choose to try and fight your way out of the groove and through the untamed forest, but why would you? It's so much easier and faster to take the path of least resistance. It's so much more appealing to do as you've always done. Follow the holloway.

"Now you've been following my orders for a year, Bev. I've worn a holloway into your mind. The path of least resistance is obedience to me. You know that. And it's why it's taking you every ounce of willpower just to nod your resistance. Just to form a single word against me. Your mind wants to follow the path it knows. So when I say, 'Stand,' you say..."

"Yes, Darrin." Bev stood from her chair.

"And when I say, 'Strip to your underwear,' you say..."

"Yes, Darrin." She obeyed easily, pulling off her sweater and her jeans.

"And if I say, 'Pull one of your tits out,' you say..."

"Yes, Darrin."

Darrin nodded approvingly. He knew she wouldn't fight him on these. She'd obeyed him in far lewder commands over the last year.

"So, Beverly, when I say, 'Help me hypnotize your daughter so she can be just like you,' what do you say?"

Bev was stuck. She could see the path he'd spoken of in her mind. She knew the inertia of her own obedience was too much to overcome. There was only the path he'd worn into her now.

"Yes, Darrin. I will help you hypnotize my daughter."

He smiled. "That's better, Bev. And the next time you think about responding to any of my commands with anything other than 'Yes, Darrin,' remember your path through the forest and the deep holloway that you've worn into your own resistance. It's so much easier to just obey. Now lose the rest of the clothes. We've got planning to do before her arrival."

"Yes, Darrin."

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[laurentidal]

Afterimage

Bridget didn't want to run. Not anymore. She had tried. Valiantly, I might add. But in the end, her hand never even touched the door.

She'd known all weekend that something wasn't quite right. Maybe we'd smiled a little too wide. Maybe she'd overheard a conversation about her "progress." Maybe our faux hospitality had stretched thin enough to let her see our true predatory nature beneath.

Or maybe it wasn't anything we'd done. Maybe dear Bridget just had one of those minds that wasn't completely susceptible to the nightly trances. There was no way she remembered repeating the mantras with her eyes closed. There was no way she remembered opening her shirt one button at a time as we whispered depraved and wonderful fantasies into her compliant ears. There was no way she remembered the sounds we made as she pleasured us. But perhaps she remembered the tick of the clock and how it made her a little dizzy. Perhaps she remembered a word or a feeling. Just enough to put her waking mind on edge.

So she tried to run. Escape in the night, bag in hand.

But the sitting room television clicked on as she entered, and the spiral began to turn. Red and gold. Or was is green and black? Or white? Or silver? Bridget stopped in her tracks, drawn forward.

And downward.

She fell to her knees, her body taking the position it had been trained to take. She knelt there - unmoving - long enough for the motion sensor to consider the room empty again. The television clicked back off, but it didn't matter.

She'd stared so closely for so long - been drawn so deeply into its spell - that the bright lights were burned into her mind. Her eyes still saw the spiral spinning lazily on the blank screen. Endlessly hypnotized by the afterimage created by her own retinas.

And when we found her there in the morning, we knew she was finally ready to become a permanent resident. As long as the spiral lived under her eyelids, she would never try to run again.

[laurentidal]

Monitored Activity

The email had come from IT right at the beginning of the workday with the subject line "Attn HR. Problematic Monitored Activity."

Dear Miss Villanova, In accordance with company policy, we are writing to inform you that employee Joseph Ulish was found to be acting in violation of the company's internet usage policies during our last audit of online activity. We are attaching evidence for your review and action. Thank you, Martin Shore, IT Dept. Head

Lily gave a long sigh. It was the first time an employee had been caught looking at porn on company time, though it was certainly bound to happen eventually. She took a breath and gave herself a little hope. Who knows. Maybe it wasn't porn at all. Maybe Joe was on poker stars or he was shit talking the company on social media.

But as she opened the attached list of websites, she knew that those hopes were false ones.

Sixty-two websites were enumerated and organized by the date of first access. Accompanying the list was a breakdown of how many times each site had been visited and how long he had spent there. Lily whistled softly to her empty office. With these kind of numbers, it was a miracle Joe had gotten any work done. At the very least, he should be getting fired for theft of time.

She opened the first site and was shocked to see only text. Only a glance would tell you that it was almost certainly smut, but still. If he was going to try to get away with porn at work, text was certainly the most effective method for staying under the radar. And what exactly was "erotic mind control?" Out of curiosity, Lily found herself reading the whole way through the story. She wasn't too prudish to admit to herself that he might have been onto something here. Certainly not appropriate for work! But this was certainly… having an effect, shall we say. Perhaps there was some unidentified fetishes still hiding in that brain of hers.

Site number two was actual porn. Just straight up pornography videos. She closed it quickly, lingering just long enough to catch sight of a few choice body parts. She was human after all.

Sites three through eighteen were all social media pages once again dedicated to this mind control stuff. It seemed there were an impossible number of sub-genre's to this already incredibly niche thing. Lily was fascinated. The pages were stories and videos and audio notes. Most fascinating were the pages seemingly dedicated entirely to flashing gifs and spinning graphics. She found herself scrolling through them slower and slower.

She never noticed when her left hand had left her keyboard.

More porn. More smut. More porn. More spirals. More spirals. More spirals.

By the time Lily reached the fiftieth website, her pants were around her ankles. She didn't know how many times she'd brought herself to completion. Her eyes were glassy and unblinking. The words in the stories and the images and comics burned into her psyche. And oh. The spirals.

The spirals.

She wished she could stop and stare at each one forever. But she had a job to do. She had a list to complete. Link sixty-two opened to a website that Joseph had accessed just this morning before she'd arrived. The site was a full screen spiral. Black and white with streaks of red and blue that made it seem more real than reality. And in the middle there was a button that simply read "Submit?"

She clicked it immediately. The button disappeared, leaving her staring at the spiral alone. She had no more work to do. The list was complete. She could just stay like this forever.

The door to her office opened and Joseph entered, followed by Martin.

"I'm so happy you were the one who got to review my file, Miss Villanova," Joseph said. He snapped his fingers and Martin locked the office door and began to undress. "Martin here was the first to comb through my activities. He did just a good job cataloging everything, don't you think? He had to look so long and so close to compile that report. He was shooting his first load before he'd finished reading that first story, weren't you?"

"Yes, Master," Martin said dully as the pair approached.

"He tastes quite nice, Lily," Joseph said right in her ear as she helplessly masturbated to the spiral. "You'll see."

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Come Get Me

The sun was getting low when Ashley arrived at the motel. Her sister had called her in a panic. All she had said was that she was at the lakeview motel. “Come get me.” She sounded like she’d been crying.

She ran up the stairs and pounded on the door to Room 235. It swung open as if it hadn’t been properly latched, and Maura was inside sitting on the bed. She didn’t have pants on and she was staring at a blank spot on the wall like Ashley wasn’t even there. Immediately, Ashley feared that the worst had happened to her sister. She went and knelt at the foot of the bed and looked at Maura.

“I’m here, Mar,” she said. “What happened.”

Her sister looked down at her and kissed her hard on the lips. Ashley pulled back, shocked and confused, but Maura was fast. She stood and spun, pushing Ashley down onto the bed. That’s when the TV turned on, seemingly by itself. An enormous spiral filled the screen and lights pulsed and flashed within it. Maura held her from behind until her body started to relax. Words appeared and disappeared so fast that Ashley couldn’t read them, but neither could she stop trying.

When a second set of footsteps came from the bathroom, she hardly paid any mind.

Until she heard the voice.

“Maura got away from me earlier to summon you here,” the voice said. Ashley kept watching the screen. “I thought she’d ruined everything, but then I realized that she’d done me a great service. Now I can have both Belton sisters. Imagine my joy. Maura why don’t you sit beside your sister and continue your programming.”

“Yes, Master.”

The footsteps walked around to the door, careful never to stand between the sisters and the screen. Then the door opened and closed and there was total silence. How long, Ashley could not say. For her, there was only the screen: spinning and flashing. She was scarcely even aware of Maura beside her; only remembering when she began to chant “Obey” and heard another voice doing the same.

Finally, the door reopened and the screen went blank.

“There now. Nine hours of conditioning ought to be plenty for the moment. It’s a little after dawn. Time to go.

“Yes, Master,” they both intoned.

“Ashley, why don’t you complement your sister. Lose the top.”

“Yes, Master.”

She tossed her shirt and bra to the floor without a thought.

“Maura,” he prompted.

Maura kissed her again, and this time she felt the desire rise inside her and reciprocated. They were not sisters anymore. They were only Master’s playthings. They did whatever they needed to to please Him.

“Good girls. Let’s go home. I’ve got a fun day planned for us.”

“Yes, Master.”

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The paper was light. Almost like tissue paper. It was like holding a magazine printed on brown public bathroom paper towel. The comparison to Playboy had been apt, apparently. Each page contained a single naked woman and a listing of her features: blue eyes, red hair, 40DD, submissive. Finally, at the bottom there was a price tag. She sighed and threw the escort advertisement away, and it was out of her mind the second it hit the bin.

But then the next month, another copy arrived. Slaveseeker June edition. And this time it was a little nicer. Gone was the flimsy almost-see-through material from May. It looked like they'd been able to spring for real paper this time. She smiled and thought, "Good for them." She supposed enough people had called and hired an escort that they'd managed to scrounge together a proper printing operation. But again, she threw the magazine away.

July. August. September. All brought a new copy of Slaveseeker Monthly. By October, the magazine was positively glamourous. The paper was glossy. The pictures of the models were obviously professional quality. And the descriptions were more… in depth.

Listing No 724-A: Melinda Esthridge Eyes: Green Hair: Blonde

Renee stared at the woman in the image. She'd be lying if she said she hadn't touched herself flipping through the magazine last month. The arrival of the catalogue had become something of a guilty pleasure. Renee had never dreamed of hiring an escort before, but when you're given the option again and again. And this woman - Melinda Esthridge - she was new. Renee double checked September's copy that she'd stashed under the end table.

Something about this woman called to her. And the cost wasn't bad for a night.

Maybe if she hadn't been in such a dry spell. Maybe if she hadn't had that extra glass of wine with dinner. Maybe if she hadn't flipped to just the right page with a model that looked so much like…

Anyway, there were a lot of maybes, but none of them mattered. In the end, horny and a little tipsy, Renee called the number on the last page of the catalogue and told the sweet voice on the other side of the line that she'd like to purchase 724-A for an evening. The woman took her credit card information and assured her that Melinda would be there within the hour.

While she waited, Renee read more of the woman's profile. The simple "Submissive" that they'd included in that first shitty edition had expanded greatly. Now there was a comprehensive list of Melinda's like and dislikes and fetishes and their strengths. And last, just above the price, there was a Willfulness Rating, which the first page told her was a indicator of how easy it would be to make Melinda want or do things anathema to her above listings. Melinda's was quite low.

A knock on the door, and Renee almost ran to open it. In front of her, to her shock and dismay, stood her sister-in-law, Mary Ann. The church-going goody-two-shoes housewife that her brother had married was almost unrecognizable under the makeup and in the revealing clothing, but here in person, Renee could see what the picture only suggested.

"Mary Ann?" Renee asked, as the woman walked into her house. She didn't react. Instead, she sat on the couch, eyes glazed.

"Hello," she began to recite with robotic precision. "Thank you for selecting me from Slaveseeker Monthly. I am your slave for this evening. Our time expires at 4:00 AM, no matter what time I have arrived. Until then, I am yours completely. Any damage incurred will be met with hostility and substantial charges to the card on file."

Then, she blinked, and seemed to return to life. "Renee?" she asked, puzzled. Then a look at sheer panic filled her face. "Oh my god. Oh my god. You bought me? Renee what the fuck?"

"What the fuck yourself? What are you doing in an escort magazine?"

"It's not…," Mary Ann trailed off. "This isn't supposed to be possible. They swore when I signed up."

"What was that big speech you gave? You said you are my slave."

That glassy look returned to Mary Ann's eyes. "Yes, Mistress. I am your slave for the evening. I will obey all commands." She blinked again and came back to reality. "Fuck I need to go. This can't happen."

"Stop," Renee said forcefully, and Mary Ann froze on the spot. "Strip."

"Yes, Mistress," she answered immediately and began to obey. But as she peeled her clothes off, she begged Renee to let her go. And as she stood there, naked and helpless, she told Renee that it wasn't supposed to be possible to get family.

"But you're not family," Renee said with a sly smile. "You're Melinda Esthridge."

Melinda relaxed, allowing the persona to sweep over her. The worry melted away, replaced with eager lust for the task at hand.

After that, Renee didn't need to call the catalogue anymore. The editions continued to come, but so did Renee. The family dinners were much more exciting. Melinda was ever her secret plus one, no pretense or hypnosis needed - they both knew what had been unlocked that night - and she didn't even have to prepare another plate. Melinda ate a different dinner from everyone else; quickly and quietly in a back bedroom, where no one could hear the need in Mary Ann's voice as her personality changed in the blink of an eye.

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Your Eyes Here

"Your eyes here," Ellie said, holding up the sapphire necklace between their kneeling bodies.

Immediately, Tiffany's eyes locked onto the sapphire and watched it spinning, swinging motion. Her eyes tracked the slow arc as it swung through the air. Her eyes stared as the jewel spun lazily at the end of its chain. Her eyes absorbed every flash of light and glint of sun on it's perfect, blue faces. Her eyes drooped slightly as it's impossible draw held her focus. Her eyes betrayed the depth of her trance. Her eyes beheld only what Ellie wished. Her eyes were There.

"Your mind here," Ellie said, gesturing again to the jewel.

Immediately, Tiffany felt it happening. Her mind remembered the first time Ellie had shown her the jewel. Her mind had resisted that day. Her mind did not resist anymore. Her mind reveled in its helpless and undisputed surrender. Her mind pulled itself from its housing inside her head and flowed freely into the wonderful blue depths. Her mind belonged to her no longer. Her mind was There.

"Your clothes here," Ellie said, holding out her hand.

Immediately, Tiffany began to strip. Her clothes felt suddenly so uncomfortable. Her clothes were unnecessary here in private with Ellie. Her clothes didn't hide anything that Ellie hadn't already seen so many times, after all. Her clothes slipped off her soft curves so easily, almost as if they were just waiting to be discarded. Her clothes passed into Ellie's outstretched hand and draped over her arm. Her clothes would be in good hands until she needed them again. Her clothes were There.

"Your mouth here," Ellie said, sliding a finger up her newly naked slit.

Immediately, Tiffany's mouth began to water. Her mouth opened as she fell forward. Her mouth approached Ellie's sacred place, eager and hungry. Her mouth anticipated the sweet taste that she loved but never remembered. Her mouth kissed its way up Ellie's smooth thighs, eliciting soft sighs from on high. Her mouth and tongue pushed its way into Ellie's folds. Her mouth had a job to do. Her mouth was There.

Her eyes watched the jewel dance more erratically as Ellie rode the waves of pleasure. Her mind focused completely on obedient service. Her clothes lay in a crumpled heap somewhere on the floor nearby. Her mouth sucked on Ellie's clit.

Her eyes saw Ellie's body lean backward from her kneeling position to lay flat on the floor, tense and primed. Her mind knew she was doing well. Her clothes served as Ellie's pillow now. Her mouth probed deeper as Ellie's fingers wrapped around her head.

Her eyes closed as she felt Ellie tip over the edge. Her mind reeled, feeling untold pleasure from her acts of service. Her clothes slid across the floor as Ellie trashed in her orgasm. Her mouth drank down all that Ellie gave her.

"Your mouth there," Ellie gasped after a moment. Tiffany sat back up, her mouth no longer pledged to a task. Several moments passed with Tiffany kneeling there silently as Ellie caught her breath. Finally, she sat back up and gathered Tiffany's clothes.

"Your clothes there," she said, handing them back to her. Tiffany took them back from her and the pair redressed. Ellie fixed her hair and calmed her breathing.

"Your mind there." Tiffany felt herself coming back to life as though waking from a dream. As always, she made no memories from the time that her mind was captive inside the jewel that she still watched to closely.

"Your eyes there." The last command as Tiffany was able to pull her eyes off of the gemstone, still with great difficulty. She had the sense that they'd been talking about something, but she couldn't quite remember what. Honestly, Tiffany's had been so scatterbrained recently. She could never keep her mind from wandering. She needed to find a way to just keep her mind here.

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Maid Service

Sequel to Midnight Haze.

The next night, the clerk knocked on Madam Delacroix's room at precisely thirty seconds after midnight. There was no answer, but he could see lights under the door. He let himself in with his master key, and found Madam Delacriox exactly the same as the night before.

He knew from before that he'd have about a half an hour before she'd wake from whatever spell the screen had her under.

"Madam," he asked as he sat beside her. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Master."

"You will obey me?"

"Yes, Master."

He steeled himself.

"Look at me."

She turned her face toward him and her eyes were glassy and unfocused. "Explain what is happening to you."

She spoke in a dreamy monotone. "You have enslaved me, Master. Every night at midnight, I must deepen my trance and re-devote my mind to your will. While the spiral spins, my mind is yours to program however you wish."

"How were you enslaved?"

"The spiral took us. The spiral holds us. The spiral binds us."

The clerk glanced at the screen, an opportunity he didn't have the night before. And even a short glance was enough to confirm its power. He pulled his eyes away with great difficulty and made a note not to look again.

"What is your first name, Madam?"

"Sophie, Master."

"Sophie, I have new instructions for you. Remember my face. I am the front desk attendant here at the Hotel Dupin. I am your Master, now. When you are in trance, it is to me that you are devoting your mind. When awake, you will be inclined to agree with all I say as if my suggestions were the best ideas you've ever heard. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Tomorrow at midnight, I will send a woman to you. A maid named Emily. You will open the door for her and you will show her the spiral."

"Yes, Master. It is our sacred duty to spread your Word."

The clerk raised his eyebrows at that. Who ever had done this to her had obviously programmed a lot into her mind.

The following night, the clerk summoned Emily and informed her of an issue with Madam Delacroix's room that required her immediate attention. He followed behind a few moments later to find the door hanging ajar. Inside, Sophie and Emily sat side by side on the bed, staring at the television.

He sat beside Emily and began to fill her mind with a new job description; one that she would only follow on nights when it was just the two of them at work. Her tasks were enumerated and memorized. Her uniform would not longer require undergarments. And when she serviced this room, she was to strip bare for his use. Likewise, Sophie was now instructed to do her nightly programming in the nude.

Both women stared ahead and agreed to each term he outlined. Each answered each request with an "Yes, Master" in perfect unison. And as twelve-thirty approached, the clerk waited. The screen blinked off and the two women woke. Emily immediately stripped from her uniform, the requirements of her new job having be met, and began to tidy the room around her. The clerk slid his hand under Sophie's dress as Emily cleaned, and he told her to pay the maid no mind.

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Sunset

The light had come as part of a paid partnership with some Immediagram shop. that sold lamps. She posted on her story to buy their products if they sent her a free version to try out. Well Sasha loved free shit, so who was she to say no?

The lamp arrived and she set it all up, but it had some kind of a weird shimmer in it. Almost like a flicker. But it wasn't enough for her to cause a ruckus about it. After all, the light did relax her and make her feel like she was laid out under the setting sun. It made her feel nice and warm. Like she should be sunbathing. And you didn't do that with clothes on.

Before long she was spending her nights staring at the projection on the wall, naked and enjoying herself immensely.

"Everyone needs to get one of these lamps!" she posted on her story a week after the lamp arrived. She'd posted a picture with it of the lamp's effect on the wall, "forgetting" to notice that you could see her topless body in a nearby mirror.

The shop reached out to her and told her they were very grateful for the social media attention she was bringing them. They told her she was a very good girl, and that anytime she looked at her sunset, she'd be overcome by lust and need to cum any way she wished.

Well, the intern working the social media desk that day hadn't quite thought it through. The next day as the sun set on the bus ride home, Sasha looked out the window at the red and orange sky. Warmth washed over her. Her mind was lost in the warm colors in the sky and her pussy moistened immediately. She looked at the man beside her with a hungry expression.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked him. "I need something stuffed in my cunt in the next 10 minutes and if you want, it could be you." He took one look at her, felt her hand on his rapidly hardening cock and nodded vigorously. But at her house, he found himself staring at the light on the wall as he thrust into her, his eyes glazed as he glazed her face.

She took the subway home from work after that, and he placed an order for a sunset lamp he couldn't quite remember.

Continue the story in Aurora.

[laurentidal]

Oh, My

Liza walked in from grocery shopping, arms full of bags and grumbling.

“Sid, come help me with these bags!” she called to her nephew. He’d been staying with her for a few months since he was going to college in her town. Mostly he’d been great, but she wished he’d help out more around the house.

She heard him shuffling down the hallway from his room, big smile on his face.

“Good day?” she asked.

“It’s going to be.”

They hauled the rest of the bags in from the trunk of the station wagon and sat on the couch. It was still fairly early, and Liza had to make dinner, but for the moment she was content to relax. Sid was still smiling.

“Can I show you something?” he asked suddenly. “It’s a video project I’ve been working on.”

“Sure,” she shrugged.

He hopped up and ran back to his room, returning moments later with a USB drive. He stuck it into the big screen TV she had in her living room. Truthfully, she didn’t even know you could do that.

Immediately the screen lit up bright pink and swirled into a green spiral. Images and words flashed faster than she could see or comprehend them, but she found that she wanted to. Maybe if she just tried harder and looked closer. She concentrated on the spinning images as they burned into her retinas.

“What is it?” she managed to ask after a few minutes.

“A project for bypassing the conscious part of the brain and getting information into the subconscious quickly.”

“It… Oh my…” she trailed off, face slackening slightly.

The images were becoming clearer the more she stared. She wasn’t even blinking anymore. She could almost make them out, though she was pretty sure they were people. The words still escaped her.

Suddenly the screen changed and the nice pink and green spiral vanished. In its place, a new spiral of gold and purple began to spin. The words were now in vibrant purple and slightly easier to make out.

“Relax,” she breathed barely a whisper as she read the first word she could understand.

“That’s right, Aunt Liza. You should relax.”

“I should relax,” she repeated breathlessly.

She caught sight of two people on screen: embracing, kissing, naked. It should have bothered her, but she was relaxed. Nothing bothered her.

She found she could see more words now.

“Relax. Drop. Breathe.”

Sid nodded in the corner of her eye.

“Read the words as you see them, Aunt Liza.”

“Relax. Drop. Breathe,” she repeated with a gap before restarting. She couldn’t see those four words yet, but she was so close.

The screen flashed bright white and Liza gasped. The light stunned her, making her eyes readjust, and when her vision returned the next word was clear. So, the mantra began again with an addition.

“Relax. Drop. Breathe. Obey.”

The spiral became black and white and the images were now crystal clear. It was people having sex: all kinds of people in all kinds of ways. Her breathing was slow and deliberate as her eyes took the images in. Even as relaxed as she was, they aroused her.

“Relax. Drop. Breathe. Obey. Submit.

“Yes, Aunt Liza. You have to submit to the way you feel. You have to submit to the screen and to me.”

She nodded dreamily, mouth now hanging open. “Submit to you.”

“Only two words left, Aunt Liza. You can do it.”

“Uh huh.”

There was another flash and when the screen returned, there weren’t people in the images anymore, at least not whole ones. Instead, they were close ups of cocks and tits. She’d have never called them that before, but now it just seemed right. She turned the words over in her head as she repeated her chant. Cocks. Tits. Cunts. The vulgarity just made her wetter.

“Relax. Drop. Breathe. Obey. Submit. Strip.”

Sid didn’t even have to help her with that one. As soon as the word left her mouth the first time, she was pulled at her top to expose herself. She had to be naked. It was the most important thing in the world right now that she stripped bare before the television and her Master.

Master?

When had Sid become her Master? Somewhere between Submit and Strip, she’d simply made the leap. If she obeyed him and submitted to him, wouldn’t it just make sense?

Finally, the images and spiral shifted for the last time. The cocks were cumming and the tits were covered with it. She rubbed at her own breasts imagining her Master’s seed coating them. How warm and sticky and slimy it would feel. She moaned as the orange and teal spiral revealed the last word to her.

“Relax,” she groaned. “Drop. Breathe. Obey. Submit. Strip. Cum.”

Her breath caught in her throat as her brain flashed into stunning blackness, bliss washing through her body like a flood. The lights never came back on, however, and she became a blank canvas for her Master to paint.

“You are my slave,” she heard Him say.

“I am your slave,” she heard herself repeat flatly.

“We’re going to have such fun this semester, Aunt Liza.”

“Yes, Master.”

[laurentidal]

Brain Blaster

The arcade had been closing up shop but Becca had been here everyday trying to beat her high score and the owner had said she could stay an extra hour while the closed up.

Finally, though, her extra hour was up and the last employee was clocking out.

"You're probably our best customer," Wendy said. "You know if you have some time still tonight, I can give you a preview of our next addition."

Becca nearly squealed as she assured Wendy that she had absolutely nowhere to be.

"Perfect," the owner said with a smile. "Right this way."

Wendy led Becca into a back room behind the arcade floor. There were three or four arcade cabinets in here collecting dust. But in the middle was a powered-up cabinet called Brain Blaster. Wendy led her over to it and put a couple quarters in the machine for her.

"Let me know what you think."

Becca began to play excitedly. Shapes moved across the screen, flashing and shifting colors. She watched them closely, trying to determine what the goal was. Her fingers clicked the buttons. Her eyes followed the colorful patterns. She would win. She would follow the shapes. She would go where they pointed. She would press the buttons she was supposed to press; she was told to press.

She would finish. She would watch the screen. She would go where she was led. She would do as she was told.

She would play. She would stare. She would follow. She would obey.

By the time she reached the last level, she hasn't had a coherent thought in an hour. Wendy sat behind her, talking to her mindless body. Wendy would give a suggestion or an order and Becca's head would nod. Between each level, Wendy would command her to strip a little more and Becca would wordlessly obey, eyes fixed on the game.

Fireworks burst and spiraled on the screen as Becca finished the last level.

"Bonus round," Wendy said, spreading her legs. Becca turned to face her, eyes completely vacant. Wendy had the game's hypnotic shapes tattooed up her inner thighs.

Becca would go where they led.

[laurentidal]

Crate & Spiral

Inspired by this.

Lauren browsed the aisles of the new antique store that had opened in town. There wasn't much here, but it was cute. Homey, in a way. There was a calming vibe to the smell of wood and dust. The low hum of clockwork filled the air and made you feel like you'd stepped back in time.

The owner smiled warmly when she entered and told her that he'd be around if she needed anything. Nice and polite and kept his eyes on her face.

Lauren wandered from one row to the next, feeling at times like this store was bigger than it should have been. Deeper than the building should have allowed. Easy to get lost or lose time. Funny with all the clocks ticking away on the walls.

Then just as she'd decided maybe it was time to head back for the door, she saw it. There inside a small wooden crate was a... Another clock maybe? It was a black and white spiral painted on a small metal disc. It clicked and whirred and spun lazily, holding her attention. There weren't any numbers on it, but what else could it be?

She stared at it, captivated. Time lost meaning. Touch lost meaning. Her eyes never wandered. Never wavered. Her heart and breath slowed. Her mind slowed, then dimmed, then went blank completely. There was nothing but the spiral.

Distantly she heard a voice speaking. It might have been hers. How could she know? She'd forgotten what her own voice sounded like. Lost it to the spiral. To the black and white. Hands touched her in her hidden places, which may not have been hidden anymore. Outside her. Inside her. It didn't matter. The only direction that mattered was "deeper."

Staring deeper into the black and white. Dropping deeper into trance. Taking him deeper into her.

Deep... Empty... Obedient...

Hypnotized.

She stepped out into the sun, the little bell chiming in the door behind her. She felt something slowly running down her leg under her dress, but thought nothing of it. Thought hardly anything at all. But she just knew she'd have to bring her friends to see this new store. They'd be fascinated by what they'd find so deep inside.