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Alpha Summer #1: Alpha Is Everything

Originally published Apr 27, 2019 This series is being revised

The Hedren Theater in downtown Romero hadn't shown a movie since the AMC moved in ten years earlier. But before its demolition, the theater was saved by a Carpenter family petition and it was designated a historic landmark. The small, two-screen cinema was renovated and restored to its original state when it was first opened in 1928. Now it was one of the premier theater houses in northwestern Washington. A popular outlet for political fundraisers, theater department productions, and the occasional off-broadway show, The Hedren was often too exclusive for any random student organization to book.

Of course, the Alphas weren’t any random student organization. Not anymore.

A lot had changed since Madison took over as president of Carpenter State’s Alpha Delta Theta chapter. Under Claire Petruzzi’s leadership, sisters in the chapter were happy just to coexist with the other Greek societies on campus, leaving a minor impact in the form of small and infrequent community service projects. From the beginning of her presidency, Madison made it clear that the girls of her sorority weren’t Betas, but Alphas. They were what the boys in Alpha Kappa Psi could only pretend to be. Carpenter State’s brightest, strongest, and sexiest students. Madison implemented aggressive recruiting strategies that tripled Alpha Delta Theta’s membership. While the other sororities were scrambling to understand how Madison could poach so many of their members so quickly, Madison bolstered the Alphas’ popularity on campus by throwing extravagant parties at night and sending dozens of Alpha volunteers to the children’s hospital in the day. Now with a power that few students had ever wielded on the campus of Carpenter State, Madison was ready to take on its most exclusive group—The Seven Samurai.*

It all started with this one event: Alpha Delta Theta’s first annual Fantasy Girlfriend Draft being held in the main auditorium of the Hedren Theater. To date, it was Madison’s most elaborate project as Alpha president, and few of her sisters had ever seen her so wound up. It would be wrong to call Madison nervous—she didn’t have a nervous bone in her body. But despite Madison’s bottomless reserves in confidence, she didn’t have total faith in her brainwashed sisters not to fuck the whole thing up.

She’d found that sorority girls were quite easy to manipulate, but maintaining a comfortable balance between loyal servitude and sharp intellect was a tenuous practice that Madison had yet to perfect. Claire Petruzzi for example, the first of the original Alphas to fall under Madison’s thrall, could have used her leadership experience in arranging the draft, but Claire had been so thoroughly dominated by Madison that little remained of her ability to lead. She was simply a follower now, one of Madison’s most prized possessions. And yet other sisters proved too headstrong to even risk loosening the leash on, such was the case for the sorority treasurer, Caroline Bishop. Caroline was old money Romero and before her rebirth at Madison’s feet, she’d played that role of entitled rich girl down to the designer purse stereotype. The funny thing about privilege is that it’s often the strongest motivator when fighting back against a dominating force. Caroline had proven a worthy adversary for Madison in the early days of her presidency.

Few Alphas had the qualities of Piper McNeill. Though Madison had only captured Piper to prove a point, the young Alpha quickly revealed her value. She had a unique mix of intelligence and meekness that made her fit to serve. She was Madison’s head organizer, the most important piece of tonight’s event, and the only Alpha who was doing a damn thing to reassure Madison that the night wouldn’t be a complete disaster.

Though the event wasn’t Piper’s own idea, she’d been the architect of the whole show. Madison knew that Alphas were her greatest commodity and she hoped that a charity auction would bring out the hungry frat boys. It was Piper’s idea to hold the event on the night of the NFL draft and model it as such. One member from six of Carpenter State’s fraternities would pick in the draft, and they would each choose their own Alpha from a pool of a twelve sisters. The members were chosen at random to encourage a higher turnout, with an admission of $50.00 at the box office. It was convoluted, sure, but the kind of stupid stunt that frat boys loved.

Piper buzzed around backstage, obsessively studying the twelve prospects that she’d handpicked for the Fantasy Girlfriend Draft. This was a large operation and it required not just absolute obedience from all Alphas involved, but it had to be executed with impeccable style. Piper wasn’t just selling these girls, she was selling a brand. The Alpha, the perfect girlfriend.

Though some of the Alphas struggled with the idea of being outsourced as escorts to frat boys, Piper had assured them that it was all part of the plan to get into the Seven Samurai’s circle.

“But why?” Claire scrunched her face as she tried to process the question in her head. “I thought Sister Madison was all about like, girl power and everything?”

Caroline elbowed Claire in the ribs and quickly replied, “Of course she is. You shouldn’t question Sister Madison’s will, Sister Claire.”

“But what if I have to fuck one of them?”

“It won’t come to that,” Piper interjected as she followed down the line of Alphas standing obediently before her. “I promise that Sister Madison has a plan, and when tonight’s over we’ll be one step closer to realizing her dream.”

Claire and Caroline shared a sigh.

Madison floated in backstage, moving swiftly toward Piper and taking her by the arm. “He’s here,” she whispered. “Row F, seat 8.”

Piper nodded and took note of the seat number on her phone.

“It’s imperative that he’s picked, okay? Otherwise the night’s a waste.”

“I understand, Mistress,” Piper replied. “We’re following your script. Just find your seat and everything will go smoothly.”

Madison bit her lip, then did a quick glance over the twelve prospects. She pointed to the Alpha’s newest pledge. “She doesn’t look comfortable,” Madison said. “Make sure she fits in.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Piper replied.

“I don’t think I’m fit for this,” the pledge frowned. “Nonsense,” Piper smiled. “You’re gorgeous. You’re charismatic. The frat boys will love you.” “What if I disappoint Sister Madison?” “You’re perfect, okay? Alpha is everything.” The pledge’s eyes snapped wide open as she intoned, “There is only Alpha."

Piper looked out among a packed crowd while Tina Kennedy took the stage as the night’s MC. She introduced the evening’s twelve prospects to a slideshow of their “bikini bod” pics which elicited plenty of cheers from the crowd. Piper could see her mistress in the front row, pleased with the way the introduction was shaping up. When the draft commenced, Piper began texting Tina random seat numbers which she then read for the audience. Members from each fraternity jumped out of their seats as they were read off.

First, Freddie Simmons, Carpenter State’s own star baseball player. Excitedly he yanked the microphone from Tina’s grasp and shouted, “Melanie Reyes, baby!”

“Our first surprise of the night!” Tina said when she regained control of the microphone. “With the first overall pick in the draft, Freddie Simmons selects Melanie Reyes.”

Mel entered stage right, strutting confidently in her high heels and bareback gown. She flashed a white smile for the crowd, defying the sporty tomboy image she’d once so proudly embellished. “Like Freddie,” Tina said. “Melanie is a star athlete, smashing a school record thirty home runs last season for the lady Gremlins.”

Freddie admired Mel as she closed in, flashing his own confident, “I’m gonna put you in your place” smile. Mel closed the gap and pulled Freddie into a kiss. The crowd went wild as they exited stage left.

Piper sent the next number and the draft continued. Caroline went with the second pick, and as she entered the stage she put on an even racier show for the crowd as each Alpha would try to top the last.

With the third pick, Piper laid the bait.

“Row F, seat eight,” Tina read. “Yeah!” Gregory Mortensen cried as he realized where he sat. He was a paunchy young man with a haircut that didn’t seem to quite fit his head. He was out of breath by the time he jogged his way up to the stage.

Tina kept her distance as she asked him his name and fraternity.

“Greg Mortensen…my friends call me Morty. Sigma Iota Nu.” “Wow,” Tina offered a polite golf clap. “From the prestigious Sigma Iota Nu, we have Morty, ready to take the third Alpha off the board.”

Morty spoke into the microphone, “Claire Petruzzi!”

Madison couldn’t have staged this better. Not only had she tracked down one of Carpenter State’s storied Seven Samurai, but she’d also managed to string him along. But the greatest surprise of the night was that he’d picked Claire, her oldest enemy. Madison watched with a wry smile across her face as Claire pranced on stage, powerless to disobey her orders, Claire was forced to Morty for an evening of truly distasteful activities.

“Have you ever seen Blade II?” Morty whispered in Claire’s ear. “It’s the superior film of the Blade Trilogy which many overlook as the series that normalized superheroes in our popular culture.”

Somewhere inside Claire was screaming.

With Morty in her clutches, Madison was free to enjoy the rest of the evening as she watched her conquests individually embarrass themselves on stage. But it wasn’t until the final pick that Madison found absolute delight.

“With the final pick in the first ever Alpha Fantasy Draft,” Tina said. “Mike Olsen selects…”

She held the microphone up to Mike’s lips and the frat boy proudly announced, “Corbin Arroyo!”

Backstage, Corbin was a mess of anxiety. As the newest Alpha, she was only just adjusting to a life that she had once mocked. Piper tried to ease the pledge’s nerves throughout the ceremony , assuring her that, if her name was called, it would just come natural to her. Serving Madison always did. “Look at Mel,” Piper said. “She took to being an Alpha easily. The will to obey is inside all of us.”

Corbin nodded and repeated her oath. “Alpha is everything. There is only Alpha.”

Piper smiled.

Corbin continued to repeat her oath until the sound of her name over the speakers and instantly she was pulled into trance as her mind played out her programming. She moved fluidly toward the stage, like a veteran supermodel walking the catwalk for the thousandth time. Driven by a powerful and primal desire to please her Mistress Madison, the pledge put on a bright Alpha smile for the crowd, strutting on stage in her tight, form-fitting dress.

When she reached Mike, she parroted Mel’s move by pulling him into a kiss, but as their lips touched she plunged her tongue into his mouth before spinning around and grinding her ass against his tightening pants. The crowd loved it.

“Are you gonna fuck me tonight?” Corbin asked with a slight, mischievous grin. “I…dunno? Is that allowed?” “Baby,” she playfully slid her tongue over his mouth, quickly tracing the outline from his chin to his nose. “I insist.”

For the first time that night, Madison had joined the applause. But unlike the dozens of frat boys around her, applauding one of their own who was surely going to “get some,” Madison was applauding something else. She was applauding her own work.

Alpha is everything. There is only Alpha.

*The Seven Samurai are an elite group of fraternity members who traffic drugs throughout campus. First mentioned in Captured #7: Confrontation

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10 Years of Subliminalbo

Candice Swanepoel: Mindless Supermodel on Tour Annotated [ 1 ]

Originally published November 26th, 2013

Hundreds of young women were gathering at a Victoria's Secret in Pasadena [ 2 ] where Candice Swanepoel was promoting a new lingerie line, Obedience by Victoria [ 3 ]. Many only showed up to get an autograph and a picture with the supermodel, but a select few were chosen to join Candice in a private meeting after the event [ 4 ].

Once the fifteen chosen girls followed Candice into the room, each one received their very own Obedience bra which Candice ordered them to put on [ 5 ]. When all of the girls had returned from the fitting rooms, they found that Candice had stripped down into her underwear and was waiting to greet them in her own pair of Obedience by Victoria lingerie. Then she began her demonstration. The girls listened intently to Candice's every word as she went over the usual stuff: how the bra gave enough lift to create the illusion of larger breasts, but didn't sacrifice the comfort that every bra needs [ 6 ]. How all the designs, for example her's with black and white polka-dots [ 7 ], were cute and flirty but sexy and mature all at once. And how the bra kept a woman mindless, blank, submissive [ 8 ].

"Each bra comes with its own unique identification card [ 9 ]," Candice spoke promptly, professionally, as if she were reading from a script [ 10 ]. "And the holder of that id card controls the wearer of the bra. As long as I'm wearing Obedience by Victoria, I have no control of my own. However, since I have your cards, I do have control over all of you. Does that make sense? [ 11 ]"

"Yes, Mistress Candice," the girls replied [ 12 ].

"Good," Candice smiled as she looked upon an audience of blank faces. "The bra was assembled in America with materials produced in Pakistan [ 13 ]. Utilizing research that is only legal in Yugoslavia [ 14 ], Victoria's Secret has created a bra that is truly a first of its kind, and a look into the future of the industry. Please refrain from wearing Obedience by Victoria for more than four hours; prolonged use may cause memory loss, catatonia, loss of motor control, and irregular increase in sex drive. If you experience any of these symptoms, remove the bra immediately and consult a physician for you could be experiencing early signs of mind control poisoning. Ask your doctor before use [ 15 ].

"Now, my girls, [ 16 ]" Candice took a breath.

"Yes, Mistress Candice?"

"You're all going to go home, and you're going to find another girl. It could be your sister, your friend, your mother, your cousin, it doesn't matter. You're going to find another girl and you're going to make sure she gets a bra just like yours [ 17 ]."

"Yes, Mistress Candice. We will obey."

"Good. We want every woman in America to experience Obedience by Victoria with us."

"Yes, Mistress Candice. They will submit."

Mindless, the women left the mall and headed home, all thinking about their mission [ 18 ].

Candice boarded the fastest plane out of LA, en route to Milwaukee [ 19 ] where the next Victoria's Secret on the tour was located. On the plane she received a call. "Yes," she spoke quietly into the receiver. "I fitted them all with the bras...Yes, the effect was instantaneous...Of course I'm still wearing mine...Yes, I do nothing but think of you when I'm wearing it...Yes, I will do anything...Yes...Anything for you, Master. [ 20 ]"

[ 1 ]. Mindless Supermodel Model on Tour created a lot of problems for me. It was originally meant to be a series of shorts where we see Candice in different little mind control vignettes, but the idea of a mind controlling lingerie brand was too broad to just bury in a random one shot, so I kept writing about it. I pretty quickly moved to writing fictional characters after this short, but Obedience by Victoria remained an important bit of lore for several years until I just said fuck it and swapped out Victoria's Secret for Fleur-de-lis, creating ersatz versions of the Victoria's Secret models that I'd previously written about. You can read a much, much better version of this story here as Obedience By Fleur #1.

[ 2 ]. Before Romero, I liked to set these stories in completely random cities that I've never been to.

[ 3 ]. Fun with brand name parodies. I thought Obedience By Victoria was so clever for some reason.

[ 4 ]. In my "just writing a quick caption to establish context for the manip" era, these stories start so abruptly. It feels really weird to just jump into something without any groundwork.

[ 5 ]. They aren't even mind controlled yet lmao

[ 6 ]. Incredibly painful to read a 19 year old kid write about women's underwear like he knows what he's talking about.

[ 7 ]. I used to go out of my way to place the story in the manip somehow, but this proved incredibly limiting. At some point I stopped letting the manips tell the stories and today I rarely reference imagery from the manips.

[ 8 ]. This is supposed to be a "murder, arson, jaywalking" joke, but the bit doesn't land because I spread it out over three long sentences instead of one list.

[ 9 ]. Huh

[ 10 ]. Because she's under mind control, you see. Totally unreasonable to suspect that a person pitching a new product for their company would be reading from a script.

[ 11 ]. Weirdly insecure for a mindless drone.

[ 12 ]. Nitpicking myself here but I don't think "replied" is the word choice I would use for fifteen mind controlled girls speaking in unison today.

[ 13 ]. I wonder if this was researched or if I just picked completely random countries. I'm guessing the latter.

[ 14 ]. Oof, most of the jokes in my early stuff just don't land. I've always been better at the melodrama.

[ 15 ]. Pretty good bit.

[ 16 ]. I would also probably not have her say "my girls" if I were writing this today. Just reads weird to me.

[ 17 ]. Not the first instance of serial recruitment in my writing at this point (the sequel to that Fleur-de-lis chapter that I posted the other night has it), but the first that I like.

[ 18 ]. Are they mindless or are they thinking? Just a weird transition paragraph that exists to remind the reader one more time that there's mind control in this story.

[ 19 ]. What even is this tour? Surely there are Victoria's Secrets between Pasadena and Milwaukee lmao

[ 20 ]. This is a Metal Gear Solid reference and it's fucking stupid

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Real writer discussion with @subliminalbo tonight, topics in order from: - Japanese RPGs - NFL quarterbacks - the defense of age gaps in Hollywood when both people are over 45 - how Jeri Ryan's trip to a BDSM sex club was the Butterfly Effect catalyst to Obama becoming President Anything to avoid writing

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I'm sorry for bothering you but thank you for the tag on the reblog! Literally the kind of feedback that I dream of.

Omg before rebloging I actually went back and re-read the rest of the series as well bc it's so hottt. Thank you for sharing your writing!!

Not a bother at all <33

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65. What are your top five favourite blogs to masturbate to? Tag them!

So we can see them too🔥

Well that would be...

@subliminalbo

@hypnoswriter

@soooaudrey

@erogenousmind

@sungoddessbeachgirl

Now if you were to ask my favorite mutuals to masturbate to/with/for/etc. that'd be an entirely different list (but we'll keep that between me and them).

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Coven: that's a wrap

I finished the Halloween story at the witching hour on the dot, and frankly, I think that fucking rules.

This is the longest, most ambituous story I've written since maybe the fifth grade. And if I pull it off, it's just the first domino in a larger project I've been brewing for over a year now.

I want to give a quick couple of shout-outs:

shout out to @subliminalbo, who I've read for many years but have somehow become friends with seemingly by chance. Last year, serendipitiously, he posted about his writing process and I must have took that shit to heart, because I proceeded to just pour out words for hours about an idea I had just been kicking around in my head, the story alluded to above. Of course, tragedy stuck in the form of a deactivation, and the first two chapters of Coven were lost (though, I promise, the story is much better now for it).

shout out to Xenos, whose fantastic Stable Diffusion models I am greatly indebted to. Again, fate would have it he messed up and posted an absolute nightmare fuel checkpoint on accident, but that's what caught my eye in the first place. It turns out what we have in common is we are both hypno/MC veterans (he wrote on EMCSA) with designs on using generative AI for bigger mixed-media products (his vision is in gaming). He also has a Discord where I've spent a lot of my time in Tumblr Exile meeting some other cool people.

shout out to @foreverlostinspirals for reading and reblogging this story. I jokingly said she is like Sigourney Weaver when she was the Ghostbusters' only client. She has been very sweet and supportive when I resort to self-deprecating comments about my writing.

I have 8% battery, so I'll thank my wife, not just for her love but her patience. I know she rolls her eyes when I am working on this when I need to be doing other things, but she does so with love and support to let me do my own thing sometimes. Even though it is highly unlikely she'd read this, I love you.

Probably a short hiatus from stories while I take a breather and organize thoughts, and I have a couple fun things planned, but you can find me on @ottopilotreturns, because I am an internet addict with no boundaries! TTFN.

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Alpha Summer Shorts: Corbin's Education

Originally published Jul 26, 2022 This series is being revised

Capturing and brainwashing Corbin Arroyo was one of Madison Wells' proudest accomplishments as president of the Alphas. There were certainly greater rivals that she'd conquered: Claire Petruzzi, her first slave, had once been her bitter enemy within the sorority, and Caroline Bishop proved a surprising obstacle when Madison's takeover began in earnest. Piper McNeill was a good girl who took surprisingly well to her role as Madison's right hand slave, and Mel Reyes was a real bad bitch who Madison had wanted so badly to flaunt around campus as one of her girls. But one by one, they had all fallen, each easier than the last. Corbin was the only one who gave her a real fight. Motivated by her love for Piper and determination to save her friends, Corbin held out for days under Madison's marathon brainwashing sessions. While the headset projected hypnotic fantasies into Corbin's mind, Alphas took turns pleasuring Corbin until she was finally broken.

Madison called the process Discovery: a system for Alphas to realize their true nature and shed their artificial faces. Even after Corbin had submitted and joined the Alphas, she had little value to Madison. Corbin wasn't a natural sorority sister and she struggled to follow orders. She became Madison's most frequent subject in Discovery, spending dozens of late nights in the Alphas basement rediscovering her true nature. After each session in the basement, Madison demanded a tribute. Sex wasn't enough--it had to be something tangible, something that could destroy her brainwashed sisters if it ever got out. Corbin's tributes often came in the form of Snaps. She knew that Mistress Madison would screenshot them, but after Discovery Corbin didn't care. Madison Wells owned her completely--body, mind, and soul.

Corbin was Madison's proudest accomplishment not because she was a great asset to her team, but because Corbin had tried so hard to deny Madison. And every time she started to slip free from her conditioning, every time a piece of her consciousness returned, Madison got to experience the pleasure of breaking her all over again.

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Psychology 8: Finale

Originally published Jul 4, 2018 This series is a non-canon CYOA

Do you...

Enslave Madison

Warn Madison

As you exit the psychology building you find Madison sitting on the steps. "Took your time," she scoffs.

You heave a frustrated sigh and reply, "Well, you didn't give me the easiest job." "Please," Madison says with the flip of her hair. "I had the hardest job." "Getting her out of the room? Sure. Why couldn't I do that?" "Because," Madison shrugs. "So where's the thing."

You hold out the USB drive between your thumb and pointer finger. "Of course."

Madison smiles and says, "With this information I can get rid of Dr. Fielding for good." "You like this, don't you?" you ask. Madison cocks her head and replies in a sickly sweet voice, "What do you mean?" "Making people do shit for you. You've been playing me this whole time."

"It's in the name, hon," Madison says, her voice dropping its sweet ring. "I'm an Alpha." She snatches the USB drive from your hand and pockets it.

As Madison struts away, you call after her. "Are you sure about that?" Madison stops in place, turning slowly back around to face you. Her brow narrows as she considers the implications of your question. "What do you mean?" "Sometimes a person gets it in their head that they're a lion," you say. "When they're actually just a little lamb."

You can see Madison visibly shudder as the trigger takes hold of her psyche. Her eyes drift close and then, as if her body is moving in slow motion, Madison begins to tip face first over. You jump to catch her, and her chin lands on your shoulder. At first you're shocked by Madison's reaction. You've only been on the receiving end of triggers, so it's a new experience to have a completely brainwashed person hanging limply in your arms. You shake her and shout, "Madison?!"

Madison's body tenses as she begins to regain control. She balances on you as she pushes herself back up, and then she stands there, straight as a statue. Her eyes are trained on you, but they aren't focusing on anything. You've felt that kind of intoxicating emptiness before. "Madison?" you repeat.

"Yes?" she replies quietly. "Are you alright?" "I feel great," she says. "Okay," you nod. "I'm going to take you back to Dr. Fielding now." "Oh please..." Madison smiles. "I miss my Mistress so much!"

Madison eagerly obeys as you lead her back to Dr. Fielding's office. She slips into the chair across from the desk and sits there stiff and silent as Dr. Fielding exams her.

"You did good," she says to you. "Right," you reply. "Understand that I couldn't have done this without you. Sure, I could have found her myself but people might ask questions, a professor snooping around a sorority." "You could have sent someone else," you say. "You've got dozens of students in that computer who will do anything you ask."

Dr. Fielding smiles. "I suppose you're right." "But it's not really about that. It's a rush to subvert someone's will, isn't it?" You place your hand on Madison's shoulder and the mesmerized girl shudders. "But to get someone to do your bidding, without having to warp their minds--that's the ultimate rush." Dr. Fielding's smile fades and she says, "I suppose you're right about that too." "I think I've had it with psychology. I've had it with this school." "It's not for the faint of heart, I'll tell you that," Dr. Fielding says. "I gave you what you wanted," you say. And then you turn around and step toward the door.

Dr. Fielding speaks as you leave. "But you're forgetting something."

When you turn around to face Dr. Fielding, you see that watch, its face cracked, swinging in her hand. Dr. Fielding says, "You still belong to me."

On queue, Madison steps out of her chair and slinks her way over to you. You're frozen in your place, eyes locked on the watch as she presses an index finger to you lips. Then she leans in for a soft kiss.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Madison asks.

You look for the answer in the watch.

"Yes," you reply absently. "Why leave," Madison says, sliding her hand down your chest. "When there's so much more to explore." "So much..." "Submit to Mistress Fielding. Submit, and we can be together in her service."

What do you do?

Submit

Submit

Submit

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Dirty Work

Originally published Jun 2, 2018

It was half-passed midnight and Andrea was ten minutes into a promising night's sleep when the phone rang. She answered with a curt, "What?"

"We got a job," Tyler said on the other end of the line. "It's a weird one." "Jesus, Tyler, I've got a midterm in nine hours." "We've all got shit on our plate, okay, Andrea? But it's a weird one. And weird ones..." "'Weird ones pay more,'" Andrea repeated. "Fine, whatever, pick me up." "Already outside."

Andrea met Tyler in the small parking lot across from her apartment. He was driving that same old shitty mint green Crown Vic he'd been threatening to trade in for a Tesla since they started the job. At least Tyler had a car, a thought that helped Andrea retain some humility every time she settled in the passenger's seat. The ignition stuttered when Tyler turned the key, and he shot Andrea an optimistic glance before the engine roared to life.

At a stoplight he asked, "What do you think about Vietnam?" "The war?" Andrea replied. "No, for spring break. I know it's a little esoteric but everyone does Orlando or Cancun." "That's because they're on this continent, Tyler." "Right," he said, driving through the light. "I think if you asked daddy he'd buy you a fucking beach." "You don't have to insult me," Tyler frowned. Andrea smirked and added, "What are you even doing still driving a beater?" "Honestly?" he asked. "College girls don't want to date a guy with a nice car. It's intimidating." "I wouldn't fuck a guy in this car. It smells like cheese."

Tyler continued on to Romero's main business strip, finally pulling over to the shoulder in front of Argento's Pizzeria. "Here we are," he said. "Argento's?" Andrea asked skeptically, studying the restaurant through her window. The lights were on but the neon open sign was switched off. Argento's Pizzeria and Italian was a staple of Carpenter State student life. Most students on a budget were regulars at Pizza Joe's, but Argento's was where you took a girl if you wanted a second date. It was never closed before two.

"I told you it's a weird one," Tyler said. "A couple of hours ago this girl goes batshit crazy, starts writhing on top of the table, really making love to this plate of spaghetti." "Gross." "Yeah. Junior can't get her to leave and she's making a scene so he does the logical thing and closes up, feeds her all the pasta she wants till she passes out." "Why doesn't he call the cops?" Tyler shrugged. "Bad for business, I guess. People round here know about us, Andrea. They know our deal with Pierce."

Their deal with Pierce. Most of the time he had them tailing his daughter, Monica, taking her into Dr. Fielding when she got too crazy. But things could get weird around Carpenter State and whenever the dean found himself or a friend in trouble, he called upon his team of fixers to clean it up. It was shit work, but it payed well. Most students wanted internships to build their resumes for life outside of college, but Andrea and Tyler's work with the dean was strictly off the books. That wasn't as big of a deal to Andrea who had the ambition of a hibernating bear. Tyler was the rising star of the pair, a journalism major with lofty goals and the family connections to achieve them. Growing up rich taught Tyler a lot about climbing ladders, and though he couldn't put "fixer" on his resume, Dean Pierce did promise to write any recommendation letter Tyler would ask for and had managed to secure him the position of head editor at The Daily Gremlin, Carpenter State's official student paper. Tyler found that controlling the news media around campus made his secret job a little easier.

"This place always gave me the creeps," Andrea commented as they waited for Junior at the door. "Why?" Tyler asked. "Who opens a pizza joint in a church?"

They heard the lock click, and the wide doors swing open. "Thank Christ you're finally here," Junior Argento breathed. "Where is she, Junior?" Andrea asked.

He nodded toward the back and the pair followed him into the kitchens. There they found the girl, Amy Teller, lying on the floor at the base of an industrial sink. Her boyfriend Jay was sitting next to her distracting himself with his phone. When he saw the two new faces he hopped up and eagerly asked them if they were cops.

Junior slapped Jay and sternly shouted, "No cops!" "We're the next best thing," Tyler winked.

Jay introduced himself and when Andrea asked, he explained what had happened.

"I swear it's those goons from Carmella's again," Junior grumbled. "They're trying to run me out of business!" "Tyler, come look at this," Andrea said as she examined Amy. "What is it?" Jay asked, taking a respite from his cuticle.

Tyler knelt down next to Andrea. She lifted up Amy's eyelid to reveal a solid crimson eye underneath. "You have any idea what that is?" she whispered. "I'll call Dr. Fielding," Tyler whispered back.

Amy jolted to life, startling the pair to their feet. "More!" she cried, grabbing hold of Andrea's arm. "So good...I need more!" "Baby!" Jay cried back. "It's gonna be okay, baby!"

Andrea placed a calming hand on Jay's shoulder. "We're taking her to the Psychology building. You should come with us."

Amy continued writhing in Tyler's backseat as they drove her down the road to meet with Dr. Fielding. Jay held her in his arms, trying to bring her back down, lull her back to sleep. Andrea and Tyler could only share uncomfortable glances at each other as Jay whispered hopefully in his girlfriend's ear. "Why the psychology building?" Jay finally asked.

"Dr. Fielding knows a lot about behavioral science," Andrea replied. "We just want to rule out a psychotic episode." "Jesus Christ," Jay cried.

Dr. Fielding was waiting in her pajamas outside the psychology building. She told them that she'd spoken to Dean Pierce and asked them to wait outside of her office while she worked with Amy and Jay. Andrea felt an eerie feeling of déjà vu sitting there, but she pushed through it while she discussed strategies with Tyler.

"It's not just going to sweep under the rug," she said as she rubbed her eyes. "A lot of witnesses." "It's midterm season, maybe school got the best of her?" Tyler suggested. Andrea shook her head. "Nah, Pierce'll never go for that. Too much heat on the school. Next we'll have parents asking what Pierce's doing for our mental health, he'd have to call a special investigation to save face." "What do you think then?" Tyler asked.

Tyler had the future, but Andrea was the real brains of the operation. This was where she was invaluable.

"What if...a new drug is going around campus, making students loopy." "I could print that," Tyler nodded. "No. We leak it to local news. Start a real hysteria, 'the new designer drug and why you're eleven year old is using it.' That way people aren't talking about Argento's, they're talking about the drug." "That's really smart, Andrea."

"I know," Andrea said. Sometimes it scared her how good she was at this job. "You ever think this is fucked up?" "All the time," Tyler replied.

Before they could continue discussing the ethics of their job, Dr. Fielding's office door opened and a surprisingly content-looking Jay stepped out. Fielding followed behind him and whispered in his ear. "Yes, Dr. Fielding," he said. Andrea and Tyler exchanged nervous glances as Jay shuffled blissfully away.

"I eased Jay's concerns," Dr. Fielding clarified. "But it's going to take a little bit more than hypnotherapy to bring Amy back." Dr. Fielding shook her head then added, "Of course you two don't have to worry about that. It's awfully late now, you'd best get along."

"Thank you," Andrea said, inching toward her seat. "Oh!" Dr. Fielding chirped. "There's just one more thing before you leave." "Yes?" Tyler asked. Dr. Fielding smiled, and somehow Andrea knew she had seen that smile before. 

"No!" Andrea cried, trying to leap out of her chair. But Dr. Fielding said, "Sleep," and Andrea was powerless to disobey the doctor's command. 

Andrea's body plopped lifelessly down in the chair as her chin hit her chest. Her heartbeat slowed, but she was still alive. Conscious even, but unable to think without a command. Andrea heard Dr. Fielding's voice echo clearly in her mind. "You both did a wonderful job tonight," she said.

"Thank you, Dr. Fielding," Andrea and Tyler said in unison.

"Pierce will get you your money but you understand by now that he needs you insurance you won't go telling your friends about the job. It's all very confidential." "Yes, Dr. Fielding, we understand." Dr. Fielding turned to Tyler and said, "Tyler, affirm your loyalty." "I am a loyal student of Carpenter State University. I swear to proudly serve Dean Pierce and protect the legacy of this institution." "Andrea, affirm your loyalty." "I am a loyal student of Carpenter State University. I swear to proudly serve Dean Pierce and protect the legacy of this institution."

"Very good," Dr. Fielding smiled. "Now, I want you two to take all of those doubts you have, all of those nagging ethics and questions that you have and lock them away someplace in your head that you'll never find. When you wake up, you'll understand what you've done tonight, and you'll be proud." "Yes, Dr. Fielding. We are proud to serve."

Andrea didn't remember leaving Dr. Fielding's office. She awoke the next morning in her own bed with a foggy head and an email granting her a makeup on the midterm, another benefit of working for the dean. Andrea smiled, happy that she could play a part in protecting her school.

[classicsubliminalbo]

Alpha Summer #2: The Fantasy Girlfriend Experience

Originally published Sep 27, 2022 This series is being revised

The thought came to Corbin as naturally as an instinct.

I need it in my mouth.

It was more than a thought now, more than a set of directives programmed into her head in the Alphas basement. It was planted, tested, and repeated until it was a part of her. I need to taste it.

A desire. A fundamental drive of Corbin’s core being. Some Alphas were given more to work with. Piper actively played an important role in the Alphas organization as Madison’s number one. But Madison would never bestow an honor like that onto Corbin. Corbin served no purpose to Madison but revenge. That’s why was in the bed of a random frat boy staring down his cock like it was a prize.

I need it inside of me.

His name was Mike. He seemed nice enough. He probably wouldn’t have been there if he knew the things rolling around in Corbin’s mind. But Corbin’s performance tonight could have won her an Academy Award. It had only been a couple of days since Mike picked Corbin at the Fantasy Girlfriend Draft. With the pick, Mike owned the right to take her one date. Mike was living out a fantasy tonight.

He wasn’t a bad looking guy either. Corbin may have even described him as cute once. He had a chubby face and a wide frame but couldn’t weigh more than 190. He squinted his eyes when he smiled, his face sinking into that residual body fat. He had a bushy head of wispy, golden hair that was more delicate than it looked. Corbin can tell that it was too good to last for him. In ten years he’d be sweeping what remained of his hair to cover the bald spot, fill out his body to match his look.

They spent the first leg of the night at The Yellow Room. The club shined bright in one of the rougher parts of town, a reflection of a time when River City was Romero’s up and coming social center. But those days were long gone. Despite its location, the club was popular with students. It was one of the few reasons that anyone ventured west of Stoker anymore. To get to The Yellow Room, they drove down a long stretch of road lined by the skeletons of failed businesses. The neighborhood hadn’t changed in thirty-five years. A boarded-up theater read “Filthy Felicia” on its marquee. Half-torn posters promising “XXX thrills” and “wide-open beavers.” Corbin smiled when she spotted a woman on the corner dressed to attract. Was it a kinship or something else?

The Yellow Room was as sanitary as any place on Carpenter State’s campus. It sat there on its own block, a sort of gentrified embassy. It was Mike’s first time at the club and he looked skeptical as they approached the bouncer. The bouncer is skeptical too, but Corbin placed her hand on Mike’s chest and pouted. She’d be hanging on him like this for the rest of the night. The bouncer stepped aside, and they were in.

Mike’s friends waited for him inside. They had the look of future lawyers and politicians. Mike had a pedigree too, the son of a judge, but his frat buddies had won the gene pool lottery. They came with clean smiles and effortlessly coiffed hair. No comb overs in their futures. They razzed him a bit about never leaving the frat house, but they were mostly there to support him. If Mike plays his cards right, their boy could get laid tonight. They didn’t know that Corbin already planned to fuck his brains out. It was the Alpha Way.

Corbin had always had a healthy sex drive, but she’d been insatiable since she joined the Alphas. That was Madison’s design. Few Alphas knew what Madison’s plan was, they simply knew to trust that everything happened for a reason. Still, curiosity tugged at Corbin like a phantom limb. She wondered for a moment how Mike played into it all.

The truth, of course, was that Corbin didn’t have a role to play in Madison’s plot. Piper had advocated for Corbin to the best of her ability. “She’s a savvy investigator. She can turn up all the names of the Samurai.” When that didn’t work she pushed, “Her blog has a huge subscriber base. She could be useful in drumming up support for the house.” But Madison didn’t care. Corbin was her plaything. Something to be punished, not rewarded.

The thought left as quickly as it came.

All Corban could think about was how badly she wanted Mike. He didn’t seem to know how to respond to all of the attention. He braced himself when she touched him, and she touched him a lot in that private booth. His friends egged it on. At some point in the night, they broke for the bathroom.

“Everything is going according to your design,” Corbin spoke into her phone, raising her voice to project above the club’s booming bass. On the other end, Madison seemed pleased for the check in but largely disinterested in the details. All she wanted was to know that Corbin was behaving as a good Alpha. Follow every order, question nothing. Corbin ached as Madison called her a good girl, and a moan escaped her lips that topped anything Mike would do to her that evening. In the privacy of the booth, Corbin slipped her hand beneath the skirt of her tight dress. She massaged her clit as she reaffirmed her oath to Madison. “Alpha is everything. There is only Alpha.” The call ended as Corbin spotted the boys. They were fewer in number now, their most handsome member Dan had broken off to fuck the girl he’d been eying all night. As the rest returned, Corbin watched one of the friends slip something into Mike’s hand. The curiosity returned, but once again it’s gone before she was back in Mike’s lap.

The night ended at Mike’s frat house. Corbin swore that she didn’t usually go home with guys on the first date. It was a lie, even before she was an Alpha, but she swore it because that was what Mistress Madison wanted her to say. It worked on Mike. They made out in his bed to the sounds of Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock in Speed.

“Corbin,” he said. She could see his red face even in the dim glow of the small television sitting precariously on the edge of his dresser. ��I’ve never…”

“It’s okay,” she smiled, pushing herself up so that she was straddling him. “I’ll do all of the work.” “No,” he shook his head. “I’ve never even been naked with a girl before.”

For a moment, the smile on her face was the real Corbin. She’d always loved blowing a good boy’s mind. She slid off his lap and popped the button on his jeans. “Let’s start there then,” she said.

“I think,” he started, a little nervous. “I think I’m small.” “You think?” she asked. “I don’t look at them often.”

Slowly, teasingly, she slid the elastic of his underwear down his waist. He was hard and ready for her. He was right. He didn’t have a big cock but it isn’t small either. She told him that. She admires it, standing erect, inviting. “It’s beautiful,” she said, and she meant it. That was when the thoughts came to her. I need it in my mouth. I need to taste it. I need it inside of me. Her hand glided over the shaft and she looked up into his eyes and asked, “Can I lick it?”

Mike didn’t speak. He was frozen there in the bed. All he could manage was to bob his head up and down.

Corbin leaned in, pressing her tongue to the base of his shaft. She slid slowly, playfully up to the tip. Mike released an involuntary moan. She didn’t stop. She traced the head of his cock with her tongue, then closed her mouth around it. She took in every inch of him.

Madison was surprised by Corbin’s skill when she first saw her work on Jacob Maxwell in the basement. By that time, Corbin had admitted her attraction to both Piper and her roommate Kelly Gardner. Madison thought she knew everything about Corbin. But the new Alpha had experience with cock. There was little to teach her here, except for the eye contact. Always keep eye contact.

Mike tensed up as he looked down into Corbin’s glassy eyes. She began to work his cock now. In the thousands of times he imagined this moment, he never considered the anxiety. Corbin had promised Mike that the night was all about him, but he felt lazy lying there while she did all of the work. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He wanted to reach out and place his palm on the back of her head like he’d seen in porn, but he was afraid to ruin the moment. He just laid there instead, fists clenched around the sheets as she took him to the edge. He wanted to cum, but he knew his body. He was afraid that if he didn’t cum fast, Corbin would grow tired and the mood would crash.

“Stop,” he said, blinking through sweat.

Corbin looked up with a worried expression. Her saliva creating a bridge between her bottom lip and the head of his cock. “Is everything okay?” she blinked. For a moment she feared what her Mistress would do to her if she learned of this.

“Yes,” he noded. “It’s just you’re so beautiful and…wait,” he sat up and reached for his pants crumpled up on the floor. He pulled out a small vile of gray powder. He paused, questioning his next move, before tapping out a pinch onto his knuckle.

“What is that?” Corbin asked. “Something my friend gave me tonight,” he said. “It’s supposed to take you places you normally wouldn’t go.”

“Baby,” Corbin cocked her head to the side. “You don’t need to take a drug just to have a good time with me.”

For a second Mike felt crazy. He’d never taken a drug in his life and he couldn’t believe that he’d gotten this close. But then he looked at Corbin sitting there on the edge of his bed in her underwear. He could still feel her lips on his cock and he wanted more.

Mike dove in suddenly, raising his hand to his nose and snorting the powder. He offered the vile to Corbin, blinking rapidly.

Corbin took the vile because it was Mike’s desire. It didn’t look like any drug she’d taken before. It hit her blood stream like a bullet speeding down the barrel of a gun. Her mind was set on fire. She fought through the rush of adrenaline as she finished Mike off. She looked up at him with a smile, swallowing every drop. He was relaxed now, infused with an inhuman stamina and ready for the real thing.

Corbin was aching for him too as she slid on top of his cock.

“Just like that baby,” he said, giving orders like a completely different person. “Baby,” she moaned as she began to rock her hips. “Take me, baby!”

As their rhythm picked up, Corbin felt and odd sensation spread through her body. Her consciousness was leaving. She was watching herself ride Mike from someplace high above the ceiling, floating off into the cosmos. She was suddenly aware that the woman in the bed was not her at all. She looked like Corbin, she sounded like Corbin, but she was an invading consciousness. And as Corbin floated higher into the vast void of space she feared that she would never make it back to her body. That the invader will go on living Corbin Arroyo’s life.

The scream pulled Mike from his own trance. It was a piercing, sobering scream from Corbin’s mouth. She fell off of him, hit the floor with a hard thud and backed into the corner of his room sobbing. Mike sat up quickly and held his hands out to quiet her down. “Hey! Hey!” he said frantically. “What’s wrong? What did I do?”

Corbin quieted down, but her heart was pounding. She looked around the room, confused. “Something’s wrong,” she said. She looked up at Mike. She looked through Mike. “I have to find Jacob. Why do I have to find Jacob?”

“Jacob?” Mike asked. “Who is Jacob?” “I don’t know,” Corbin shook her head. “I’m not supposed to know?” “Look,” Mike slid closer to the edge of his bed. He looked like a little boy with his legs folded beneath him. “I think you’re having a bad trip, Corb. I shouldn’t have fucked with the drugs, I just…I really like you and I didn’t want to fuck this up.”

Mike didn’t know it, but he was pulling Corbin away from her clearest thought in weeks. She was already forgetting Jacob when she turned her attention to back to Mike. This time she saw him clearly and she smiled. Master, she though, if only for a night.

“You’re right,” she spoke clearly, but monotone. “It’s a bad trip. I should continue fucking you now.”

“No!” Mike shouts back. “Let me take you home.”

There was an emptiness in Corbin as Mike pulled up to the Alpha house. It was the feeling of duty left unserved. She looked over at Mike in the driver’s seat and offered a meek smile. “I’m sorry for how the night ended.”

“It’s not your fault,” Mike smiled back. “I shouldn’t have taken it.”

Corbin reached out and touched Mike’s cheek. “You’re cute, Mike,” she said. Thoughts were swirling in her mind, thoughts that had been jogged loose somehow from the drugs. She looked passed the boy in the driver’s seat next to her and studied the dark, looming house. It called to her. She knew that she had no choice but to return and be punished. But in a moment of sobriety she looked back at Mike with clear eyes and she said, “You’re a good boy. Stay away from the Alphas.”

She kissed him, and then she got out of the car.

The thought came to Corbin as she walked to the steps of the house that she could run now. She could return to her apartment and tell Kelly everything that had happened. But something pulled her into the Alphas house, just as it always did. The lights were on in every room of the house. Even though it was late, the Alphas rarely slept. They kept busy schedules. She wondered how many girls were in those rooms right now facing the same fate that she had. She shuddered as she turned the knob.

Madison was waiting for her in the entrance. She saw the look in Corbin’s eyes, recognized the doubt.

“What happened?” she asked. “Nothing,” Corbin said. She realized that she’d failed to check in with Madison at midnight, a requirement that had been set for her the last time she tried to run. “Why didn’t you text me?” “I was with Mike,” she said. The drug was still in her system. She had more control than she believed. “We have rules for a reason, Corbin. I need to know…” Madison stopped when she saw the tears streaming down Corbin’s face. “Why are you crying?”

Corbin was sobbing as she collapsed into Madison’s arms. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she said. “I want to be a good Alpha, I want to make you proud of me. But I keep fucking up and I don’t know why.”

A part of Madison was relieved. From the look in Corbin’s eyes a moment ago, she thought she had another rogue on her hands. But the way Corbin had crumpled into her made her smile. She’d thoroughly broken this one.

She held Corbin tight, shushed her. “It’s okay,” she said in her most soothing voice. She leaned out of the embrace and pressed her hands to Corbin’s cheeks, looking into her submissive eyes. “Now tell me what happened.”

“I was good,” Corbin said. “I was really, really good. I swear!” “I know,” Madison nodded. “I believe you.” “But as soon as he was inside me, I just…I couldn’t recognize myself…I thought…” “Stop,” Madison commanded, and Corbin fell silent. “You’re an Alpha. Those are just bad thoughts.” “Yeah?” Corbin smiled. Madison nodded and said, “It’s just anxiety, love. Don’t you remember telling me that you’ve never felt like you fit in anywhere?”

That didn’t feel right. Corbin had never been insecure before. But Madison was telling her this, so it must be true.

“R-right,” Corbin said. “But you belong here, Corbin,” Madison continued. “You’ve always belonged here. Being an Alpha is everything to you.” “Alpha is everything.” Corbin repeated, her heart rate settling. “There is only Alpha.” “There is only Alpha.”

Corbin was slipping. The drug was losing its hold and Madison had worked her way back into her head. Her eyes clouded and her lips spread into a dreamy smile.

“Come,” Madison commanded, offering her hand. “We can talk more in the basement.”

Corbin sighed, took Madison’s hand, and followed her into the darkness.

[subliminalbo]

I've lost a lot of motivation to write multi-part stories. That isn't to say that I don't still write from a series perspective, but that I'm more interested in exploring those series as loosely connected vignettes than a chronological order of events. It's not that I don't want to write in traditional chapter formats, but that I find chapters to be constraining and, to be honest, the vignettes do better numbers.

At this point, I have a lot of ongoing series that I write in, so my process goes a little something like this: first, I get an itch to write something, then I consider each Romero series. Sometimes just listing everything out will bring ideas to me.

Like for example, when I wrote Just Research, the itch started with a character idea. I knew I wanted to use Sabrina Carpenter, and I knew that I wanted her to be a Corbin Arroyo fangirl who immediately gets in over her head when she starts her own investigation. The next step was to consider where she could fit in among all of these series:

Alphas

Assimilation

Obedience By Fleur

Futurum

The Submission Principle

New Thralls

Internal Affairs

Assimilation doesn't really fit the investigation storyline, so I eliminated that at first glance. Alphas is an interesting option, and I ultimately folded that series into Tabbie's backstory. The original idea for a Corbin fangirl was going to be part of the Futurum series, but I burned that idea on a Hypnovember post last year. The point being that Internal Affairs wasn't high on my list when I started thinking of ideas, but after laying these series out, the gears started turning and I developed it into this sort of unreliable narrator type thing.

The process isn't just limited to series either. If you want to base it off of characters, list your OCs and you'll start to see patterns. Maybe I'll realize that I haven't written a story about Andrea Rubin in a while and go from there.

My point is that if you're interested in writing mind control smut within a connected universe, it doesn't have to be that complicated! I know from experience how easy it is to lose control of this sort of thing. You start with a quick little vignette about a mind controlled supermodel and after a few weeks you've got 19 incomprehensible chapters with like, thirty different characters. The reason I write in a connected universe is because I want to build familiarity with these characters, it's not actually about these wide sweeping plots. I feel that it's important for readers to know who these characters are so that they can enjoy their transformations into brainwashed sorority sisters, or mindless vessels, or loyal thralls later.

[subliminalbo]

10 Years of Subliminalbo

Candice Swanepoel: Mindless Pet Annotated [ 1 ]

Originally published November 28th, 2013

"You've done well, Candice. Since launching Obedience by Victoria, women just can't seem to get enough of our products. Sales have tripled in the last month alone." [ 2 ]

"Thank you, Master," Candice replied. She was teleconferencing with her boss, who had put her in charge of the Obedience campaign. Candice had traveled across the nation to nine different Victoria's Secret flagship stores [ 3 ], spreading their new product and enslaving the minds of customers who were now feeling so much more loyal to the business [ 4 ]. But they weren't the only ones under the control of this new high-tech lingerie. Candice was, in a way, patient zero.

"As a reward for your excellent work, we've decided to take you off of the campaign. I'm sure we have other models who are just dying to wear Obedience by Victoria. [ 5 ]"

"Master," Candice frowned. "Does that mean...?"

"You no longer have to wear the lingerie, yes." he replied. "We have other lines for you to promote, we can't be wasting you on one thing [ 6 ]."

"Yes, Master, I understand." Candice nodded. A part of her felt worried to be released from her boss' control [ 7 ]. She'd been wearing this lingerie for weeks now and was quite fond of someone thinking for her [ 8 ]. It was just easier.

Time fixed Candice's aversion to thought [ 9 ]. After a few days' worth of withdrawals, she no longer felt the urge for obedience [ 10 ]. With her mind finally cleared, Candice had a lot of questions for Victoria's Secret [ 11 ]. Like why they'd forced her to wear a hypnotic bra for twelve weeks [ 12 ]. So much had changed since Candice went under. Girls would stop Candice on the streets, and she would look into their eyes. Those empty eyes. And Candice knew that they were wearing Obedience, and she knew that it was her work that had taken this girl's mind [ 13 ]. "I love you, Candice. You are my idol," the girls would say, and Candice would remember all of those girls on tour. The ones who had just shown up for an autograph and had left with a new pair of underwear and an empty mind . And those girls had gone and forced their friends and family into mindless obedience as well. The campaign was so successful that CEOs of other companies were falling over each other to copy the Obedience bra's technology. Walmart had enslaved all of its employees to guarantee better service, and McDonald's was replicating the technology for food so that its customers would never eat anywhere else [ 14 ].

Candice was disgusted at this new world, and she knew something had to be done [ 15 ]. She first tried to take it up with her boss, but he was always too busy to listen. Then she tried filing a report to the ethics department of Victoria's Secret, but that too was met with no response [ 16 ]. Frustrated with her employer, Candice decided that she had to do something drastic [ 17 ].

Santiago Cruz was a young journalist trying to find her first major story to break through [ 18 ]. So far she was relegated to covering puff pieces like fashion at the Golden Globe Awards and the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show [ 19 ]. Candice had remembered Santiago from last year's show, but it was Santiago who approached Candice. She'd been focusing on Victoria's Secret in the last few weeks, after a friend of hers had gone completely off the grid reporting on the new line of lingerie. Santiago had an eye for conspiracy, and this really stunk [ 20 ]. So over coffee one morning, Candice spilled her whole story.

"They told me to try on the bra, and then... Well, everything felt so good. I just wanted to do everything they told me to."

"And you didn't know what it did? You didn't know that they were brainwashing you?" Santiago replied. She rarely looked away from her pad which she scribbled every possible detail onto. Notes on Candice's story, important dates, important names. This story was going to be huge.

"I didn't... And the worst thing is what they made me do. I had sex with so many men and women [ 21 ], and they made me go around passing out the lingerie, turning other women into something like me."

"That's awful," Santiago interjected [ 22 ].

"Yes. It's addictive too. After I was freed, I wanted nothing more than to go back. I wanted to be controlled. I wanted it so bad I even tried self-hypnosis [ 23 ]."

"But it didn't work."

"No."

As the interview wrapped up, Santiago asked if anyone in Victoria's Secret knew that Candice was talking to her. Candice told her about the ethics report she'd filed, but assured Santiago that no one knew she was going to the public with the story. The two women shook hands and Santiago promised Candice that justice would be served, then they went their separate ways. A few days passed before Santiago heard from Candice again. This time it was a text that read: New info. We need to talk. Meet me at our coffee place asap. Santiago said she was on her way, and as she left the office, she told her boss that she was going to check up on a new lead [ 24 ].

Santiago arrived at the coffee shop to find it mostly empty, except for the two baristas who stood stoic and guard-like behind the counter, and at a table in the back sat a well-dressed man with Candice, who sat on the floor next to the man, resting on her knees [ 25 ]. Unlike the man, you could not say she was well-dressed. She wore some gaudy kind of cat inspired lingerie [ 26 ].

"What is this?" Santiago asked Candice. "What's going on?"

"You're asking the wrong person," the man spoke up. "She doesn't say much anymore."

"Oh my God, Candice... What did you do to her?"

"My name's Ed [ 27 ], it's nice to meet you. We've reeducated Candice. And to answer your question, Miss Cruz, this is a trap [ 28 ]. For years reporters have been trying to out my company for one dirty reason or another. We're a blight to America's youth, we teach girls to be sexual at a young age... We just can't afford to have a brainwashing conspiracy on our hands so... I guess you'd call this the coverup."

"Candice," Santiago cried. "You've got to snap out of it!"

Ed smiled and ran his hand through Candice's hair. "Go ahead, my pet, you may speak."

"I was wrong to come to you, Santiago," Candice frowned. "Thankfully Master Ed was kind enough to take me back, and I'm sure he'd be happy to have you too, if you asked. We could be good kitties together!"

"No!" Santiago screamed. "I'll never put on your disgusting lingerie!"

"I'll make you a deal," Ed spoke up. "Surrender to me, and I'll let Candice go. Your mind for hers. Or... I keep Candice as my pet, and pull some strings for you. You'll have your own column, your own news show. You'll be able to do anything you want. All I ask is that you don't print that story."

Santiago looked into the empty eyes of a mindless Candice who was busy playing with the bell on her collar. Candice had trusted her to do the right thing. Santiago promised her that she would expose Victoria's Secret, and that this kind of thing would never happen to her again. But Santiago had only taken this story because she wanted her big break, and now she was being offered just that by Ed [ 29 ]. And Candice, she looked so happy.

"Okay," Santiago choked. "You can have her. No one will ever hear a word of this [ 30 ]."

"That's a good girl," Ed smiled [ 31 ].

[ 1 ]. This short was a kind of soft pilot to writing original characters, shifting the focus from Candice Swanepoel to reporter Santiago Cruz. It wasn't the most graceful transition. For example, it created this alternate universe in my series where Victoria's Secret is, inexplicably, a dominant political force responsible for the mass brainwashing of consumers. Obedience By Victoria would come up from time to time in my stories, but I mostly got around the absurdity of the plot by mentioning Victoria's Secret as little as possible after wrapping up Santiago's Story.

[ 2 ]. Consumers being targeted by mass brainwashing campaigns is an idea that I still find really compelling, partly because profit is the most logical motive for mind control, but also because there's just sort of this mundane evil to the whole scheme. Manipulating millions of consumers into submissive puppets to raise profit margins is very funny to me.

[ 3 ]. Yeah, again I don't really know anything about Victoria's Secret campaigns and have no idea where I came up with the number nine but I'm very surprised that Milwaukee was on the list.

[ 4 ]. Probably the worst example yet of telling the audience that there is mind control happening. These days I'd probably just be happy with Candice "spreading the product" (weird word choice too tbh)

[ 5 ]. I don't really understand the motivation to take the campaign away from Candice here, other than to create an inciting incident for the story.

[ 6 ]. From the mind controller's perspective, this just seems like a bad decision. How is Candice not supposed to blow the whistle here.

[ 7 ]. Ah man, I just hate interiority like this. I try really hard to not tell the reader what the character is thinking or feeling.

[ 8 ]. Subliminalbo cliche #3: mind control is nice, actually.

[ 9 ]. This is a stupid sentence.

[ 10 ]. Casually breezing over this harrowing experience right here in a single sentence.

[ 11 ]. Girl, same.

[ 12 ]. I am convinced that these are the four worst sentences that I've ever written in succession. I think it's meant to be understatement as a joke but it's just awful.

[ 13 ]. Classic subject-verb agreement error here. Fun fact, I was finishing up my first semester of freshman English when I wrote this.

[ 14 ]. So much to unpack in this one paragraph. First of all, it's like three paragraphs at minimum. But it's so weird that I didn't put any thought into what Obedience By Victoria is and how it works. Like, how is Walmart implementing mind controlling bras? How did McDonalds put inside fucking burgers? In future versions I think I made sure to note that all of these other companies were exploring their own research, but here I mostly just wanted to stress the sheer number of people who had been mind controlled since the last chapter and I didn't really care how.

[ 15 ]. Girl, same.

[ 16 ]. "Victoria's Secret's HR department" would have been less clunky language.

[ 17 ]. Why would she even try to handle it within the company? Like, what did she expect would happen here?

[ 18 ]. Hell of a way to introduce a new character. Literally just me explaining her archetype to the reader. I could have just pasted a TV Tropes page here.

[ 19 ]. In later versions of this story I focus a bit more on what Santiago actually does. In this first draft I saw her as a Buzzfeed journalist but later have her writing for Trespass, which is an ersatz Vice. Both have struggled in recent years, but Buzzfeed was such an easy target that I felt like Vice was more interesting to criticize. Anyway, I never actually say where Santiago works in this version because everything is surface level.

[ 20 ]. Subliminalbo cliche #4: the paranoid reporter who seeks out trouble because they suspect that mind control is everywhere.

[ 21 ]. I think this concept works better as a straight conspiracy thriller about corporate brainwashing but it's always about sex. What's funny is that I'm too young here to write confidently about sex so I just have the characters mention sex and that's the smut.

[ 22 ]. Don't like the word choice here. You don't "interject" when listening to a person talk about their trauma lol

[ 23 ]. It's nice to get a little bit of Candice's struggle after taking off the lingerie, but it's still really surface level stuff here. 2013 Bo is very committed to telling instead of showing.

[ 24 ]. Eh, this paragraph is fine I guess. I just want to call out how quickly I accelerate out of the scene. We get a brief stretch of dialogue between the two and then a quick summary of everything else they said. It really feels like I'm just trying to get to the end of this story. I'm also not really sure why I went out of the way to mention Santiago's editor, just weirdly superfluous information here.

[ 25 ]. There are like eight sentences inside this sentence.

[ 26 ]. The story follows the manip again.

[ 27 ]. Though I don't name him explicitly here, Ed is based on former Victoria's Secret Chief Marketing Officer Ed Razek who was something of a minor celebrity in the model blogging space as the creator of the Victoria's Secret Angels. In 2019 Razek stepped down from his position at the company following misogynist and transphobic comments, as well as allegations of creating a culture of harassment within the company. So uh...I hate this story.

[ 28 ]. I kind of hate the way my characters talk to each other in these early stories.

[ 29 ]. She jumps straight to the rationalization, holy shit.

[ 30 ]. I originally envisioned this story as Candice trapped between two powerful wills, but it's pretty shocking how quickly Santiago folds to Ed. Later revisions have focused a ton on expanding this scene and showing that Santiago ultimately has no choice, but I don't really feel like she's in a corner here.

[ 31 ]. The verdict: my worst story yet. Under baked and ludicrously rushed, you can just sort of tell that I'm writing this as a quick caption to a manip. There are tons of unfortunate real world implications too with all of the Ed Razek stuff that went down at Victoria's Secret, it makes for an icky story that I'm really not proud of writing, but it is important because it marks my transition to original characters. Of all my stories, this is the one I've come back to the most to rewrite, and I've finally gotten to a place where I'm fine with it. If you've read all of this I recommend checking that version out because it really has changed a lot (though a quick glance through it and I'm already finding things I hate about it).

[subliminalbo]

10 Years of Subliminalbo [ 1 ]

Fleur-de-lis 1: Adriana's Entrancement Annotated [ 2 ]

Adriana [ 3 ] looked out among the crowd gathering on her balcony and she smiled. There wasn't another supermodel in sight [ 4 ]. You see, tonight wasn't about the business, it was just pleasure. Most of her guests thought that this was a simple housewarming party. Adriana had a lot of homes in a lot of cities, what was so special about this unassuming Los Angeles condo? But after modeling for eighteen years, Adriana didn't get a lot of opportunities to be herself. That's why she'd invited only a handful of guests, personal friends unrelated to the industry [ 5 ].

Adriana floated in and out of conversation with her guests until she spotted a woman standing at the railing, overlooking the Los Angeles skyline.

"Excuse me," Adriana approached her. "Are you with somebody?" She didn't mean to sound rude, but she had been strict about the guest list and she hadn't expected to find strangers are [ 6 ] her own party.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" The woman asked, her eyes trained on the lights dotting the landscape [ 7 ]. "I've always loved this view. Pardon me," she turned her attention to Adriana and extended a hand. "Elena Maxwell [ 8 ], I'm a friend of Miranda's."

Adriana frowned. Though she was friendly with the other Victoria's Secret models, Miranda Kerr was the inevitable exception [ 9 ]. She was the type of woman who only saw enemies. For Miranda, Adriana Lima was the biggest threat to her rising star. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't invite Miranda."

"Oh, I know," Elena replied. "Actually, I invited myself. My people have been trying to reach out to you for months and we haven't heard a word from your agent, so I just had see you personally. I'm the CEO of Fleur-de-lis lingerie, and I think you'd be a great fit for our growing roster of models." [ 10 ]

"Excuse me?" Adriana was growing more and more flustered by this woman's presence. Not only had she invited herself to a personal event, but now she was talking business, trying to pull her away from the company that had treated her so well for so many years. These were the kind of shifty politics that made Adriana want to get away from the fashion world for just one night. Adriana knew of Fleur-de-lis, Miranda had recently left Victoria's Secret to work with them. It was a welcome change, but not soon after they'd begun reaching out to her too. Adriana had been firm with her agent: she wasn't interested in modeling for another company. That was the end of that. "I'm sorry, but you're intruding." [ 11 ]

"No, I'm sorry," Elena smiled and placed a cold hand on Adriana's shoulder. "I just wanted to see if you were as beautiful in person as you are in all of those photoshoots."

Flattery would get Elena nowhere. Adriana was finished with this conversation. She turned around to signal for her bodyguard to escort Elena off of the premises.

"Okay then," Elena said, slipping on a pair of sunglasses. "Bring the light." [ 12 ]

"You're going to have to come with me, ma'am," Adriana's bodyguard took a firm hold of Elena's arm and pulled her away from the balcony. She didn't fight back. She moved with the man as he took her toward the door, but the man stopped short as the sound of helicopter blades silenced all of the voices from the party. Everyone, including the bodyguard, looked to the sky as the helicopter hovered above the hillside condo. [ 13 ]

"What is this?!" [ 14 ] Adriana shouted before the entire balcony was flooded in a bright, piercing glow from the helicopter's spotlight.

Adriana knew there was something wrong as she looked into the light. Warm, tingling waves washed over as her body numbed, and her mind soon followed. I need to look away [ 15 ], Adriana thought. She managed as best she could to speak, but was startled when out of her mouth came, "Need...look...way..." She tried again but this time only a long, hollow grunt escaped. [ 16 ]

The rest of Adriana's guests stood there frozen, their heads cocked up to the sky, entranced by the blinding light. Elena smiled as the bodyguard's grasp loosened, his arm falling harmlessly away.

Meanwhile, Adriana's world was narrowing. She lost focus on everything around her. The light, that was all that mattered now. [ 17 ] She could hear someone moving around her, but she couldn't to turn her head to see. There was a small part of her, whatever part was left fighting, that hoped someone had arrived to save her. And then Elena spoke in her ear. Her words echoed through Adriana's mind [ 18 ]. The light is pleasure. The light is comfort. The light is peace. You want to look into the light.

And she did. Adriana no longer felt the urge to look away. She only wanted to be drawn in. A wave of pleasure washed over her [ 19 ] as she gave in to its power, her mind completely washed clean of its useless thoughts. The light wouldn't leave Adriana permanently brainwashed [ 20 ], but Elena could fix that as soon as she got her back to the Fleur-de-lis office in downtown LA. She took Adriana's hand and as she led her from the condo, dozens of Elena's men slipped in through the front door to handle her guests [ 21 ]. For them the night was over. By the time they awoke in the comfort of their own beds, they would have no memory of this night's bizarre turn of events, and Adriana Lima would already be deep into her orientation as a model of Fleur-de-lis. [ 22 ]

[ 1 ]. My first mind control story was posted to Deviantart on November 23rd, 2013. At the time my username was thedude11111 and that was what people would know me by until the switch to Subliminalbo in 2016. Fleur-de-lis started as a single 250 word story (the original text was lost forever in a 2017 rewrite that expanded the setting) to act as a companion to the manip. I don't like this story very much. I write about fictional people for a reason, but I'm using the original text mostly to dunk on my younger self.

[ 2 ]. Before fictional college towns and mind controlling goo, I wrote about Victoria's Secret models. My Deviantart era is an ongoing source of embarrassment for me, but one which I find a little difficult to hide from. I was eighteen years old and I liked supermodels and mind control. Around 2019 I decided to semi-canonize Fleur-de-lis by fictionalizing all of the models and recontextualizing it around the universe I've built. If this story feels familiar to anyone, it's probably because it's the first half of Fleur-de-lis #1: An Orientation, which is a slightly better proof edited version. Despite the update, The original Fleur-de-lis remains a bizarrely popular series over on Deviantart. I have no plans to bring it to Tumblr in its entirety, but you can read the full series collected on PDF over there.

[ 3 ]. Celebrity stories were big on Deviantart in 2013. Outside of the gross ethics of writing fantasy mind control smut about real people, I always found the situations to be limiting. Even today I have a hard time returning to write new chapters of the remixed series because the stakes are just so damn goofy.

[ 4 ]. Another limitation of writing about real people was having to come up with these little plot details that felt true to life. I used to run a modeling blog (my secret shame) and the community was full of gossip about which models hated who, so I kind of characterized Adriana as this consummate professional who is desperate to get above the bullshit. It's a hyperbolic look at the modeling world that is just flavor, but it's not good flavor? Like, I really don't care about these characters.

[ 5 ]. I build up this party like it has some big significance and just completely drop it by the end of the paragraph. My 2013 work ethic on full display, just shitting something out and never looking back. Made worse, of course, by the fact that this paragraph survived the 2017 rewrite (and is mostly in tact in the 2022 remix. I suck so much sometimes).

[ 6 ]. Happy to see this typo survived the 2017 rewrite too.

[ 7 ]. The focus on the LA skyline is an allusion to the movie Heat for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

[ 8 ]. Even before CSU and its growing roster of evil mind controlling ladies, I preferred female villains in these stories. It's not as much a femdom thing as it's simply more palatable to me. I've never wanted my characters to be confused for self-inserts.

[ 9 ]. Miranda Kerr left Victoria's Secret in 2013 on supposedly bad terms as her marriage melted down, famously leading to Orlando Bloom vaulting a couch to punch Justin Bieber in the face as Leonardo DiCaprio cheered. Sometimes life becomes a mad lib.

[ 10 ]. The conflict of this series is mostly about contracts, which is part of the reason I find the stakes so stupid. It actually really bums me out how much energy we waste in 2023 talking about business decisions like this. Consider the copious amount of Endgame theories that speculated on the deaths of characters based on whose contracts were expiring. Just a real staring into the abyss type stuff to me.

[ 11 ]. Ah! Gross! I don't even know what to call these kinds of run-on paragraphs, but they still show up in my writing from time to time. A long stretch of unbroken exposition bracketed by unconnected dialogue. To me it all screams, "I need to fill out space." Just painful to read.

[ 12 ]. I think Elena is supposed to be talking into an earpiece, but I don't make a single reference to it in this version of the story. It kind of comes off like this is just a thing she says before she does evil shit.

[ 13 ]. Kind of a clumsy sequence of events. Not a fan.

[ 14 ]. I'm not one hundred percent certain that this isn't an allusion to Professor Quirrell's "what magic is this?" line from The Sorcerer's Stone film. For whatever reason the line reading always stuck with me. Anyway, trans rights are human rights.

[ 15 ]. Okay, I am one hundred percent certain that the inner dialogue here is a reference to Jukebox's "I Need to Wake Up"

[ 16 ]. I like to think that I've gotten better at writing mind controlled people lmao

[ 17 ]. Inductions have always been a weakness for me. There are a few that I've written over the years that I'm proud of, but overall I still find that the vast majority of them happen way too fast.

[ 18 ]. A first appearance of a Subliminalbo cliche: conditioning "echoing" in someone's mind. Still comes up in probably four of every five stories that I write.

[ 19 ]. Subliminalbo cliche number two.

[ 20 ]. In early stories I would go out of my way to explain the mechanism of the mind control. These days I'd trust that the reader can work out for themselves that Adriana is only mesmerized here without me saying it directly.

[ 21 ]. Always imagined these men coming in like Sylvia Christel's cleaners in No More Heroes.

[ 22 ]. In the absence of actual smut, I close the story out with the promise that Adriana is going back to the evil corporate headquarters to be brainwashed. Some painful telling instead of showing.

[subliminalbo]

A Much Too Long Story About Subliminalbo

Oh, hi there. My name's Bo. I write mind control smut and make white eyes manips. I've been back on Tumblr for a minute now, but wanted to write a kind of about the author page? This was supposed to be the first section of an info page that included DNIs and content warnings but I'll figure that out soon. This kind of got out of control because goddamn do I like to talk. Anyway, before I jump into my dumb story I want to get the most important part out of the way:

I'm 28 years old. He/him. If you are transphobic, homophobic, racist, or ablest I will not interact with you. I am a cishet male so if I ever say anything that sounds profoundly privileged please correct me. I do not want to be part of the problem.

I'm approaching ten years with a presence in the online hypno manip space. Mind control has been an interest of mine since I was a child, following me from Saturday morning cartoons to weekend Toonami blocks and eventually here. As a kid it was just a trope I loved, and gradually I started recognizing it in more and more places. Yu-Gi-Oh!, Archie's Weird Mysteries, Ben Ten, Code Lyoko, Codename Kids Next Door, The Justice League, Teen Titans, and of course Totally fucking Spies all played their own roles in bringing me here.

As a teen I trolled the internet for whatever mind control related content I could find. I read sketchy Geocity sites and Blogger pages. I joined Yahoo Groups dedicated to cataloging and categorizing incidents of mind control in popular culture, and eventually it led me to the weird little community on Deviantart.

At the same time I was a member of a few non-fetish related role playing forums. (1) That eventually led me to Tumblr where I was an active blogger until the mid tens. The only reason I bring this part of my online life up here is because it was how I discovered white eyes manips. I stumbled on this Supernatural blog that specialized in demon eyes edits. (2) I never actively followed, but would occasionally drop in to see if any celebrities that I liked had been manipped.

When I graduated high school, I found myself both newly single and with a ton of sudden free time on my hands. I started experimenting with GIMP, following tutorials that the owner of the Supernatural blog had posted and soon began developing my own techniques.

I mean like, look how far I've come.

Admittedly the novelty of hot celebs with white eyes wore off on me pretty quickly, and I started writing stories to pair with my manips as soon as I began posting. I picked Deviantart because it was the first place I'd ever known an erotic mind control community to exist outside of skeevy Yahoo Groups.

The stories weren't even supposed to be smutty at first. My goal was to recapture the kind of stupid mind control hijinks that I remembered from those cartoons. I guess it's just a symptom of being a horny eighteen year old that I immediately turned to smut.

But mostly I just wanted to create the kind of content that I was looking for when I was joining Yahoo Groups. The erotic mind control scene has always been dominated by interests that don't necessarily align with mine. (3) At 18 that meant supermodels, mostly, so my first series was this patched together corporate thriller type thing where an evil lingerie company brainwashes supermodels to sign contracts away from Victoria's Secret. It had sex and brainwashing and inexplicable plot twists.

My first post to Deviantart featured a hastily written caption about Adriana Lima being abducted from a party. Somehow this ballooned into a bonkers seventeen part series called Fleur-de-lis. I've been running away from it ever since.

I felt pretty icky writing stories about real life people though, and soon after I finished Fleur-de-lis I moved onto writing about original characters. I took the philosophy of the old role playing days and used celebrities as the faces for my characters, but have been firm about the line between fiction and reality since. If I'm being honest, at some point I transitioned fully in my mind to a smut writer. If the white eyes stuff wasn't the most popular thing about my work I wouldn't even do it.

It's just a matter of fact for a cis hetero male in this space that there's a lot of soul searching to do. It's not lost on me that I started making manips during a period of intense loneliness in my life. I've been guilty of making more than one goodbye post just to return a few months later. There are a lot of things that I want to do with my life and many of those are creative. This has been my most consistent creative outlet over the last ten years and the thing that always brings me back is the feeling that I'm leaving something unfinished. (4)

It always comes back to the stories for me. I understand that fetishes are one way our minds compartmentalize and even overcome fear and trauma, but I really do believe that for me it was just seeing Ghostbusters too young and watching too much anime. I dunno, I grew up in the church and used to be super terrified of demon possession. Anyway, I am not a dominant person and I don't base the mind controllers in my stories as reflections of my own personality. I feel that in a lot of mind control fiction you can feel the writer on the page, you can see how the hypnotist is a veiled insert of themselves. But I find mind controllers to be some of the dullest characters in these stories. I'm more interested in transformations. How someone can be fundamentally changed into something that they are not, something they never could have imagined they could become. I don't know where that comes from. That feels like a trauma thing.

So here I am. Back on Deviantart and Tumblr after my big retirement, building worlds and overcomplicating the assignment more than I ever have before. If you're reading, I really appreciate you. Feedback is always welcome, positive or negative. Even if it's a few words of support, it means a lot to me to know that I'm not just tossing hard work into a void. I also like to talk a lot. This is just the first of a few "about me" stuff that I'm going to do and it'll eventually become a part of a larger page for FAQs and the much needed content warning. I just wanted to say a few words about myself that turned into like a thousand for some reason?

Anyway, I'm posting this and going to bed. Byye

1. We don't have to talk about the fandom that inspired me to write over 800 pages of dumb role playing bullshit. 2. Last I checked it's still kicking. On the surface it's completely innocuous and has never posted anything that was by definition NSFW, but it kind of has that ASMR vibe where you're pretty sure, somehow, there's something sexual about this. 3. What even is the deal with Kaa? I get for a lot of people Kaa was probably their introduction to mind control tropes as children, but it's a fucking snake. There are literally no good outcomes for these stories. Like is he gonna fuck the ladies? Because I'm pretty sure he wants to eat the ladies. Neither of those are good options to me. 4. I don't plan on leaving again. I've come to accept that fetishes are not necessarily a reflection of some inherent desire to do harm. This is, in part, a discovery made thanks to my partner who has her own problematic fantasies that are counterintuitive to her values.

[subliminalbo]

Content Warnings and Other Useful Information

Oh hi there, welcome to my blog! If you're following me then you already know what to expect here. That's my bad! I should have posted this a long time ago. The way I see it, the content warning pinned to the top of my blog is simply meant to be a quick and informational warning for anyone just stumbling in here who doesn't want to see this shit. I tried to hide my homepage behind a physical warning message that you'd have to click out of to continue, but I couldn't get it to just show up on the homepage alone so here we are.

First, Some More About The Content Here

This is a hypnokink blog. All of the stories published on this page feature some form of mind control and, given the nature of the fetish, non-consensual sex in these stories is common. I've included this on the sticky for my page because it's the most common trigger warning present and is probably fair to expect in any of these stories.

I do label individual posts if they feature less frequent trigger warnings such as suicide. If there's any content that you feel I've failed to label, please reach out to me and I'll update accordingly.

That being said, I'm going to shift to the kind of content that I will not write, because I think it's easier than guessing at what kind of content could show up in my stories.

I focus primarily on fantasy and science fiction forms of mind control, I do not write stories that can occur in reality. This means that a character will never fall into a trance from a drink spiked with "hypno potion" or something.

This may be an odd distinction to make, but it's related to the first point. I will never write non-consensual sex outside of a mind control scene. It's all non-consensual, but that's a different kind of kink that I do not want to explore.

I do not write celebrity fanfiction. All characters featured in the various series on this blog are fictional.

I don't censor much of my language at all, but I will not use the feminine c-word. It's unpleasant and I do not like reading it in my hypno porn captions.

I don't practice real-life hypnosis and have no interest in doing so. I will never share images, gifs, sound files, or videos with the purpose of triggering someone.

Additionally, I will never ask for acts of obedience such as reblogs and copy/paste mantras. Shit's corny at best, predatory at its worst.

Some More About Interactions

I like interacting! I'm very big into writing as a collaborative process and I do my best work when I'm bouncing ideas off of people. It's also just nice to know when people are reading, following plots, and generally enjoying what I put out here. That being said, this is an adults only blog and I will not interact with folks who do not have an age listed on their profile.*

Of course, feel free to reach out to me if you do. I might even feel inclined to write more of your favorite series if I feel like that's what people want. I suck like that, I guess.

I don't get a ton into politics in my hypnokink space, but I am a proud member of the DSA and moving further left every day. It's not necessarily an automatic DNI if you're a conservative but I will not tolerate or interact with blogs that share transphobic, homophobic, racist, or other bigoted content or opinions. If you're one of those dudes who does caption manips of female politicians "put in their places" you can just fuck right off, my guy.

There's a lot of, by design, morally objectionable material in this community, so it's important for me to be a positive force outside of these stories. I enjoy your comments, but I do not interact with creepy shit. I don't want to know what you would do if Barbara Palvin was your slave.

I do take requests, but I require that you have your age in your blog. I also reserve the right to refuse any request and to stop taking requests if I just don't want to do them anymore.

Anyway, defund the police, pro-choice, health care is a human right, something about how the military dehumanizes children I don't really have a pithy slogan for this belief I just think it really sucks that we celebrate when an eighteen year old child signs up, and also I DNI with TERFS, though I feel like there's not a lot of crossover.

Some More About Using My Stuff

The short of it is I don't really care what you do with my manips. I obviously didn't take the pictures so I don't claim ownership of anything related to the manips. If you reuse something, just let me know, I literally do not care, unless it's being used for the aforementioned creepy shit.

Generally I don't mind if you caption a reblog. Again, the creepy shit rule applies.

Most of the characters featured in the Romero canon are my own, with a few exceptions that I will note when relevant. I do not role play, but if you're interested in writing something in Romero let me know. I'll be happy to bounce ideas and will even help edit if you'd like. I have an English degree and I like using it.

Just don't ask me to finish your hypno fanfiction for you THIS IS A THING THAT HAS HAPPENED MULTIPLE TIMES TO ME DON'T FUCKING DO IT Y'ALL THIS IS WHY I CLOSE REQUESTS

*I'll likely make an exception if you followed me from Deviantart and have your age listed on your profile there, but you should really add your age to your Tumblr.

[subliminalbo]

Let’s talk about Fleur-de-lis

Fleur-de-lis is a hypnokink series about brainwashed supermodels. In its original form, aaaall the way back in 2013 when I first started writing hypno smut on the internet, Fleur-de-lis was a hypnokink series about real life brainwashed supermodels. I never felt good about that. When I started building my own fictional canon, I pushed Fleur-de-lis into its own corner where I never planned to touch it again.1

But I had a problem. There’s a grandfathered plotline in my stories that predates the canon. It features a product called Obedience by Victoria which blurs the lines between reality and fiction. A line of brainwashing underwear sold by Victoria’s Secret and pitched by brainwashed Victoria’s Secret models. For a while it just existed there, the odd reference to Adriana Lima or Candice Swanepoel in an otherwise completely fictional story featuring fictional characters.

Eventually I decided to remove references to all celebrities and real life companies from my stories. I was fortunate enough to already have a fake lingerie company to work with. Victoria’s Secret became Fleur-de-lis, Obedience by Victoria became Obedience by Fleur, and the names of all supermodels were changed.2

But for a long time it bothered me that Fleur-de-lis just remained there in its corner, indirectly referenced but never really acknowledged. It is, to this day, still the most popular series that I’ve ever written. Which sucks! I’m a much better writer now than when I was eighteen. So last year I decided to rewrite the whole damn thing. It was supposed to be a quick touch up the old stories. None of the characters and personalities would change, just the names with a bit of the writing cleaned up. It pretty much immediately fell off the rails as soon as I started.

First, I decided to merge chapters together to fit the longer form storytelling that I’ve settled into in the last year. Then I began expanding scenes to feature more character details.3 By chapter two, I was completely off script. I cut one of the tritagonists from the story and replaced them with a makeup artist who I felt would have a more interesting perspective. Again I merged two chapters together, but neither parts shared much DNA with the originals. The final product is over 4,000 words and I’m pretty sure nobody has read it. I get it, it’s long, dumb bullshit.

When I started the Remixed project, I thought it would be a quick and easy way to keep my online visibility up as I got back into the swing of writing smut. But like most of my ideas it’s spiraling and I have no clue when I’ll finish it. The reason I’m writing about it today is because I want to discuss just what it is. The story is full of fictional supermodels who correspond to real life ones, but just randomly name dropping a name as if you’re supposed to know them works better when you’re writing about celebrities. So, for the next couple of weeks I’ll be publishing quick profiles of the major characters featured in the series. My goal is to have their names in the series redirect to those posts for reference. These posts likely won’t be heavy on mind control because I’m just establishing those characters for anyone who happens to stumble on Fleur-de-lis and wants to know just who Rafaela Carvalho is.

It’s Gisele Bundchen, by the way.

Hey! I wrote way too much about this. Please don’t hate me. I’m linking the first two chapters of Fleur-de-lis Remixed, or as Tumblr knows it, just Fleur-de-lis. Let me know if you enjoy it or whatever. I sure do like writing weird ass stories where hot people get mind controlled but it’s more fun when I’m not dumping content into a void!

You can find chapter one here!

And chapter two here!

1. Here I use the term canon instead of universe because I think calling every fictional canon a universe is dumb and bad. 2. This was beneficial to me for a couple of reasons. The first, and most obvious, is that hypnokink is full of morally questionable content on a good day, and I’ve always felt that a line is crossed when you’re writing about real people. It also felt weird giving random personalities to celebrities. Like, for example, in the original run of Fleur-de-lis Miranda Kerr is characterized as this real conniving piece of shit and it’s just fucking weird to write about people I don’t know like that. 3. Character development is the reason that I started writing in these multi-part series formats. Establishing a character’s personality and motivations is the most important factor in writing a good piece of mind control smut. As fun as quick, one-off captions and stories are, they don’t mean that much to me when I don’t know who that person was before they were mind controlled. This is why I consider my hypnokink more of a narrative fetish than an active fantasy. It’s all about chasing those Saturday morning cartoon highs.