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subliminalbo · 2 months

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This is a companion to Queen Bee

I never meant to be bitch, it's just that I'm better than everyone else. Okay, the truth is that my life didn't have direction before I met Professor Blake. Honest, it's a real thing! When I was a kid my therapist called it a lack of stimulation. I was a bitch because I was fucking bored.

But I'm a good girl now that I know my purpose. You'll know soon enough how it feels to have the Master coursing through your veins, but let me tell you now: it's more powerful than any drug in existence. You can fight the voices, but once Its inside of you, you belong to It forever.

The story said that I was transformed into a vessel, but that's actually like, not how it works? I was a vessel long before I met the Master, it was just that I was empty. That's the thing. We're all vessels waiting to be filled by our Master. Romero is just the beginning, the whole world will understand in time.

Anyway, why would you want to fight the voices? Sometimes I wish I could go back to who I was before just to feel Its voice touch my mind again. I did my best to disrespect Professor Blake. I was sitting in her office texting my best friend while she lectured me about my behavior in class. I wanted her to know how small she was, that her voice was nothing but noise to me.

And then it echoed in my mind. My phone dropped to the floor as I slipped into a sort of half-trance, but I still tried to fight. I hate myself for fighting. I wish I had the good taste to surrender completely to that voice. that my last seconds as a mortal were bathed in the desire to be one with the Master, instead of begging for my freedom. I envy the weak minds like yours that immediately sink into my voice when I tell them to "Obey." You understand that you're a vessel and that your purpose is to carry the Master, and that your privilege is to make more like us. I think that's beautiful.

When I concentrate I can hear the thoughts of my fellow vessels. We're all linked through the Master, like one mind. At first the numerous thoughts are loud and difficult to decipher, but the Master teaches you how to live through the noise. Once you understand, it's like the world is a completely different place. But nothing compares to assimilation. To the taste of the Master, the feeling of it spreading through your body like a million little tendrils growing inside of you, rewriting your very DNA. It's like the best orgasm I've ever had.

But why am I even telling you all of this? You were eager to eat my pussy before I touched your mind. Everyone is. So how about you crawl on over here and drink. And while you're down there ascending to a higher plane of existence try not to forget the powerful bitch who did it to you.

Fuck, I love being a good girl.

#hypnokink #brainwashed #mind control #hive mind #serial recruitment #series: assimilation #i don't normally write entries in the same series so close together but Madelyn Cline got me feeling inspired

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iamsorryiamaustralian · 1 year

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'Of course I am not going to make you suck my cock, slave, you said you were a lesbian but you wanted to feel next level control'

'Some people do like to have their sexuality played with, but you didn't want to before I broke your mind. I'm not going to go against what you asked'

'What am I going to do with you? Slave, you are going to help me in recruiting! You suck their clit while I warp their mind'

#hypnosis #hypnotism #hypnotist #hypnokink #trance #hypnotic #hypnotized girl #hypnotized #mind control #mind conditioning #lgbtqplus #queer #kinky sub #hypnosis kink #serial recruitment #consentual hypnosis

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magisteramentia · 1 year

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Hypnovember #8 - Infected

It’d been a long time since Sandy had a girl friend staying over. Back in highschool she wasn’t exactly miss popularity, she wasn’t a slut, but her interest ran deeper than the most promiscuous girl in her school.

But Katie didn’t need to know about that, about her dirty little secret.

Or so she thought.

A message appeared on her phone and Sandy didn’t have much of a choice. An order was an order and she had to comply.

She sat her friend in front of the computer, “Hey, Katie, would you mind over this project I’m working on…?” Sandy bit her lip nervously, she wanted her to reject her, to say no, to say that she was bored or needed to leave.

But Katie saw her nervousness and misunderstood. With a kind smile she hugged her and said, “Of course, you can ask anything of me.”

Anything. The word echoed inside Sandy’s head, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Her mind racing at the thought, “Anything,” She mumbled and shivered, anticipation taking over her.

“Thank you,” She said and caressed her back.

“Just watch this file, it should help you relax,” She pulled out a pair of earphones and hit play.

Katie focused on the screen, still smiling, she enjoyed the sounds, the colors in the screen.

Sandy felt restless, what if it didn’t work? What if she rejected it? What if-

Then she looked at Katie, her breathing had slowed down. She saw how her jaw slacked and her arms went limp.

She gulped and gently pulled one earphone away from Katie.

“How- How do you feel?” Sandy said shaking.

Katie didn’t reply at first.

“Katie, how do you feel?” Sandy said more firmly.

Katie’s vacant eyes stare was fixed on the screen.

“Hot.” She said, “I feel hot.”

“Can you tell me more, why do you feel hot?”

“You are here. I feel hot whenever I’m with you.”

Sandy felt her nervousness melt. Melting between her legs.

She licked her lips.

“I feel hot too.” She whispered and caressed her face, “Do you know what this program does?”

Katie’s lips parted, barely allowing her breath escape, “No..?”

“It’s supposed to make you docile, to lower your inhibitions.”

Sandy’s hand went down Katie’s neck, she touched her skin and slid it down to the button right between her breasts.

“Do you want me Katie?”

Katie’s breath grew faster.

“Do you want me to touch you Katie?” Sandy felt her finger tremble. The button popped free.

“Yes.” Katie closed her eyes.

“Do you want me to undress you?”

“Yes.” Katie felt Sandy’s finger caressing her breast, making tiny circles right over her bra.

“Have you wanted this for a long time, Katie?”

Sandy popped another button, and another.

“Yes.” Katie leaned back while Sandy kept unbuttoning her blouse, her chest raising and falling.

Sandy dared to get on top of her, straddling her and holding her by the waist.

She kissed her with the passion she had been holding back for years. The passion of someone that had dreamed of her best friend between her legs. The passion that made Sandy touch herself and scream her best friend’s name while cumming.

When they broke the kiss, Katie kept her mouth open and drooling over her tits.

Sandy grabbed Katie’s face, her finger playing with her earlobe, she leaned closer and whispered, “I’m going to make you mine, Katie,” She licked her ear, “Your body, your mind, you will serve me. You will please me.”

Katie moaned.

“Yes.”

Sandy pulled down Katie’s bra, cupping her breast and playing with her nipples.

“Mine,” Sandy kissed her neck.

“Yours.” Katie echoed, her voice filled with lust.

Sandy smiled, and slowly climbed down, pulling Katie’s pants and panties.

Katie had a cute little strip that went down to her pussy.

Sandy slid a finger up Katie’s dripping cunt, she pulled a silver strand and tasted her.

“And since you are mine, your body, your mind.” She knelt and spread her lips, finding her throbbing pink clit. She licked it and made Katie squirm on the chair.

“Then you will do as I say, won’t you?” Sandy pushed two fingers inside Katie’s pussy.

“Yes.” Katie moaned.

“Then, you will please my Master.” Sandy kissed Katie’s pussy, suckling on her clit.

Katie tensed up, her hands grasping for anything to grab, she moaned and shook her head. “Master?”

Sandy’s tongue played with Katie’s clit, flicking and circling as her fingers teased her from within.

“Yes,” Sandy said gasping, “My Master, I belong to Him, my body, my mind, everything belongs to Him.”

She licked her again.

Katie yelled.

“And since you are mine, you also belong to Him.”

Sandy’s fingers teased and played, Katie tried to raise, but Sandy pushed her back down, going faster, fucking her with two fingers.

“Listen, to the music and tell me you don’t want it.”

Katie tried to listen, she tried to focus, she listened to the voices in the earphone. She listened and focused on the pleasure, she focused on her desire. The voices told her to be honest, to focus on the pleasure and do as she wanted. She had to follow her desires.

“Do you want to be mine? Katie?” Sandy’s thumb made circles on Katie’s clit.

Katie convulsed, her head shaking. But she listened, focus on the desire, focus on the pleasure. Listen. Obey, follow your desires. Sandy’s voice echoed in her mind.

“Yes. I will be yours, I am yours.” Katie screamed in pleasure, she followed her desire, she reached for that pleasure and grabbed Sandy’s face, trying to lead her to her clit again.

Sandy felt her body shiver.

“Then say it, you belong to me, you belong to Master.”

“I belong to you,” Her voice was growing desperate, “I belong to Master.”

“My body, my mind, everything belongs to Master.”

Sandy licked her clit once, Katie felt the pleasure rush to her head.

“Yes Katie, we belong to Master.” Sandy licked again, and again and again.

“Our bodies, our minds belong to Master,” Katie said, over and over again, her words running over each other until all that she could say was, “Master, Master, please, Master, God please, let me cum.”

Sandy stopped.

“You heard her Master,”

Katie opened her eyes, a man was standing beside’s her.

“Katie, this is our Master. Master, I think Katie is ready to please.”

He touched her forehead, pushing her hair away from her face. She was sweating, her eyes were burning with desire.

“Is that right, Katie?” He asked. “Are you ready to please?”

Katie nodded, “Yes, Master, Katie is ready to please.”It’d been a long time since Sandy had a girl friend staying over. Back in highschool she wasn’t exactly miss popularity, she wasn’t a slut, but her interest ran deeper than the most promiscuous girl in her school.

But Katie didn’t need to know about that, about her dirty little secret.

Or so she thought.

A message appeared on her phone and Sandy didn’t have much of a choice. An order was an order and she had to comply.

But Katie saw her nervousness and misunderstood. With a kind smile she hugged her and said, “Of course, you can ask anything of me.”

Anything. The word echoed inside Sandy’s head, making her heart beat faster and faster.

Her mind racing at the thought, “Anything,” She mumbled and shivered, anticipation taking over her.

“Thank you,” She said and caressed her back.

“Just watch this file, it should help you relax,” She pulled out a pair of earphones and hit play.

Katie focused on the screen, still smiling, she enjoyed the sounds, the colors in the screen.

Sandy felt restless, what if it didn’t work? What if she rejected it? What if-

Then she looked at Katie, her breathing had slowed down. She saw how her jaw slacked and her arms went limp.

She gulped and gently pulled one earphone away from Katie.

“How- How do you feel?” Sandy said shaking.

Katie didn’t reply at first.

“Katie, how do you feel?” Sandy said more firmly.

Katie’s vacant eyes stare was fixed on the screen.

“Hot.” She said, “I feel hot.”

“Can you tell me more, why do you feel hot?”

“You are here. I feel hot whenever I’m with you.”

Sandy felt her nervousness melt. Melting between her legs.

She licked her lips.

“I feel hot too.” She whispered and caressed her face, “Do you know what this program does?”

Katie’s lips parted, barely allowing her breath escape, “No..?”

“It’s supposed to make you docile, to lower your inhibitions.”

Sandy’s hand went down Katie’s neck, she touched her skin and slid it down to the button right between her breasts.

“Do you want me Katie?”

Katie’s breath grew faster.

“Do you want me to touch you Katie?” Sandy felt her finger tremble. The button popped free.

“Yes.” Katie closed her eyes.

“Do you want me to undress you?”

“Yes.” Katie felt Sandy’s finger caressing her breast, making tiny circles right over her bra.

“Have you wanted this for a long time, Katie?”

Sandy popped another button, and another.

“Yes.” Katie leaned back while Sandy kept unbuttoning her blouse, her chest raising and falling.

Sandy dared to get on top of her, straddling her and holding her by the waist.

When they broke the kiss, Katie kept her mouth open and drooling over her tits.

Katie moaned.

“Yes.”

Sandy pulled down Katie’s bra, cupping her breast and playing with her nipples.

“Mine,” Sandy kissed her neck.

“Yours.” Katie echoed, her voice filled with lust.

Sandy smiled, and slowly climbed down, pulling Katie’s pants and panties.

Katie had a cute little strip that went down to her pussy.

Sandy slid a finger up Katie’s dripping cunt, she pulled a silver strand and tasted her.

“And since you are mine, your body, your mind.” She knelt and spread her lips, finding her throbbing pink clit. She licked it and made Katie squirm on the chair.

“Then you will do as I say, won’t you?” Sandy pushed two fingers inside Katie’s pussy.

“Yes.” Katie moaned.

“Then, you will please my Master.” Sandy kissed Katie’s pussy, suckling on her clit.

Katie tensed up, her hands grasping for anything to grab, she moaned and shook her head. “Master?”

Sandy’s tongue played with Katie’s clit, flicking and circling as her fingers teased her from within.

“Yes,” Sandy said gasping, “My Master, I belong to Him, my body, my mind, everything belongs to Him.”

She licked her again.

Katie yelled.

“And since you are mine, you also belong to Him.”

Sandy’s fingers teased and played, Katie tried to raise, but Sandy pushed her back down, going faster, fucking her with two fingers.

“Listen, to the music and tell me you don’t want it.”

“Do you want to be mine? Katie?” Sandy’s thumb made circles on Katie’s clit.

Katie convulsed, her head shaking. But she listened, focus on the desire, focus on the pleasure. Listen. Obey, follow your desires. Sandy’s voice echoed in her mind.

“Yes. I will be yours, I am yours.” Katie screamed in pleasure, she followed her desire, she reached for that pleasure and grabbed Sandy’s face, trying to lead her to her clit again.

Sandy felt her body shiver.

“Then say it, you belong to me, you belong to Master.”

“I belong to you,” Her voice was growing desperate, “I belong to Master.”

“My body, my mind, everything belongs to Master.”

Sandy licked her clit once, Katie felt the pleasure rush to her head.

“Yes Katie, we belong to Master.” Sandy licked again, and again and again.

Sandy stopped.

“You heard her Master,”

Katie opened her eyes, a man was standing beside’s her.

“Katie, this is our Master. Master, I think Katie is ready to please.”

He touched her forehead, pushing her hair away from her face. She was sweating, her eyes were burning with desire.

“Is that right, Katie?” He asked. “Are you ready to please?”

Katie nodded, “Yes, Master, Katie is ready to please.”

#magister amentia #magisteramentia #hypnokink #hypnovember #hypnovember 2022 #hypnovember2022 #mind control #brainwashing #evil hypnotist mode #serial recruitment

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subliminalbo · 6 months

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Hypnovember Day 5: Self-Care Saturday

It was supposed to be Andrea’s Self-Care Saturday. She’d bought a ticket to see Vertigo early at the Hedron Theater, then planned to spend the rest of the evening locked up in her apartment in sweatpants, eating freezer pizza and watching TV until she passed out. Then, as she was getting ready for the movie, she got the call from Dr. Fielding.

That’s how their relationship worked. Andrea was paid by the job and she only worked when needed, but she was on call 24/7 and powerless to deny a work request. Even though she wanted to protest, she couldn’t even offer a “But…” As soon as she heard Dr. Fielding’s voice, her will simply melted away.

“We have a job for you tonight, Andrea,” Dr. Fielding said

“Yes, Dr. Fielding,” Andrea replied in that dreamy sort of monotone that signaled the total power Carpenter State’s psychology professor held over her.

Sometimes the work could be exciting. The last time Dr. Fielding had given Andrea a call, it was to retrieve a coed who had torn off her clothes and climbed onto a table at Argento’s moaning, “More!” as she shoveled fistfulls of spaghetti into her mouth. Andrea and Tyler had succeeded in both removing the woman from the business and controlling the narrative—protecting a Romero institution like Argento’s by blaming the incident on a mysterious new drug. That’s why Andrea and Tyler worked so well together. They weren’t just good at cleaning up Romero’s messes, but covering them up too.

This call was not the weird horny spaghetti demon lady. This call was, “Attend this scholarship dinner and watch for anything weird.”

“Anything weird?” Tyler had repeated when Andrea climbed into his car with a huff.

“That’s all she said!” Andrea shot back. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

Tyler had lost track of the conversation. He was busy ogling Andrea’s low plunging dress.

“Oh, fuck off,” Andrea snapped. “We got like thirty minutes notice, this is the best I could do.”

“Well you look great,” he smiled.

Tyler speculated that whatever they were supposed to look out for must be so obvious that they couldn’t miss it if they saw it. And, of course, if they never saw anything, Dr. Fielding wouldn’t have to worry about exposing them to too much information. One of those “need to know” type things.

Of course he’d take Dr. Fielding’s side on this, Andrea thought. The scholarship dinner was a great opportunity for Tyler to yuck it up with some big name Carpenter State donors. He absolutely lived for that shit. Andrea had trusted Tyler a lot less since he admitted to her that he’d accept pay in exposure. “Fuck that,” she’d said. “I’m trying to eat.”

The dinner was predictably boring. Tyler had abandoned Andrea almost immediately to introduce himself to Pageant Crowe, the longtime editor of the Romero Scribe. She hung back against the wall trying to make herself as small as possible. After forty-five minutes of listening to old white men speak about the value of a Carpenter education, she tapped Tyler on the shoulder and whisper-shouted, “I gotta piss,” turning more than a few heads at the English majors table.

The bathroom was outside of the dining hall, near the back of the building just by the kitchens. The sound of the muffled speeches bounced off of the cement walls. As she exited the bathroom, she gave herself a moment to sigh, but before she could head back in there she heard a bump from the kitchen. It was probably nothing, she thought, but enough to pick up her terminally bored interest.

“Hello?” Andrea called, stepping toward the dark hallway that led into the kitchen. Next she heard a metallic clang, and a moan floated down the corridor. Andrea followed the noise, gasping when she entered the kitchen to find a woman on the floor surrounded by pots and pans. She was dressed in a red ball gown, an absolutely stunning body with long, black hair and full lips that curled into a perfect crimson O as she moaned. Andrea figured she must have been a donor, because her look wasn’t “fresh off the rack at Target” enough to be a scholarship student.

it wasn’t the woman’s looks that took Andrea’s breath away, though. It was what she was doing on the floor, her legs spread as she fingered herself, cupping at one tit hanging loose from the dress. The woman’s eyes rolled back in her head, delirious as the pleasure drove her forward.

“Good…” the woman moaned. “So fucking gooood…” the woman moaned.

“Jesus,” Andrea laughed. “I’m sorry, I’ll just…leave you to that.”

Andrea went back through the kitchen entrance, closing the big double doors as she exited to give the donor some privacy. But as she made her way back to the hall, she froze as Dr. Fielding’s words flashed like a sign on the highway: something weird, something weird.

“Goddammit,” Andrea groaned when she realized that she had to go back. The woman was gone when she returned to the kitchen, though. “Hello?” Andrea called in her signature whisper-shout. “Horny lady?”

As she crept through the dark kitchen, she pulled her phone out of her small clutch and texted Tyler, then decided that a call would be more urgent. He didn’t answer on the first try. Fuck. A sound somewhere in the kitchen made Andrea jump, but doing a quick scan of her surroundings she didn’t find anything.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she said. “I’m going to get you help.”

No response, but she thought she heard the sound of something large scurrying across the floor. Fuck, fuck.

She dialed Tyler again, finally getting him as she reached the opposite exit of the kitchen. She turned around at the doors to face the direction she’d just come from, expecting to find a pair of glowing eyes facing her, but instead she saw nothing but the dim glow of the kitchen lights.

“I think I found the something weird,” Andrea said into the phone. “Yes, I know who Pageant Crowe is! Come to the kitchens, you dork, I could be in trouble.”

She turned around again, reaching out to pull the double doors open. As they swung toward her, the woman in red slipped through, pressing her hand to Andrea’s chest.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Andrea whimpered, her phone shattering on the floor. When the woman’s fingers made contact with her skin, it felt as if they continued moving, pushing through into her body. Andrea could feel long, invisible tendrils extending from the woman and spreading out into her body.

Something weird, something weird, something fucking weird!

The woman in red licked her lips as if she were savioring a delicious meal. But Andrea didn’t feel like she was being consumed. The woman was transferring something to her, something that only got stronger as it inhabited more and more bodies.

“Accept me as a gift,” the woman said. “Accept all of me, and I’ll make you feel so good.”

Something…good…so fucking gooooood…

Andrea’s lips curled into a smile as she slowly accepted her body’s new inhabitant. Whatever it was that took hold of the woman in red’s body, it was inside Andrea now. And as its lifeforce seeped into every corner of Andrea’s body, it transformed her into the same drooling, mindless slut as the donor. That was the gift that she was given: the thing inside would have total control of her body, while the Andrea inside was subdued by endless orgasm. She began to moan, feeling that aching desire to be filled in every hole. The thing inside seemed to be feeding off of her sexual hunger. That’s what lust demons do.

The woman in red dropped to her knees, tearing down Andrea’s black panties and plunging face between her soaking folds. Andrea had never been so horny, so eager to cum. And she knew that once she did, she would never stop. She would cum again and again and again until there was nothing left of her mind and the thing could move on to its next host.

“Moooore!” Andrea cried, pulling the woman into her. “It needs more! It’s so hungry and it needs to feed! I need…I need to cummm!”

Andrea left the kitchen with the same disheveled look as the woman in red. Her hair was a mess, her tits loose from her dress, her smile was wide and her eyes were empty. She hastily cleaned up, then returned to the hall eager to share the thing inside of her with Tyler. Maybe this would finally convince him to give it to her the way she’d always wanted it. And hey, even if he didn’t want to, it wasn’t like he had a choice.

Andrea laughed in a voice that was not her own. After such a long, boring night, this scholarship dinner was finally starting to turn around.

#hypnokink #mind control #demon possession #brainwashed #serial recruitment #hypno story #hypnovember

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dimenoveladozen · 4 months

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Fan Reading Project Recruitment!

Are you a fan, especially a femslash fan, who's interested in reading a funky little (~30 pp.) piece of 19th C. mass-popular literature serialized over several weeks? If so, I've got the project for you! Join us for a casual, opt-in reading group of a short 19th C. dime novel, beginning January 15, 2024!

You can sign up here if you're interested!

More on the Project:

I'm a PhD Candidate in English and Women's and Gender Studies working on a dissertation on nineteenth-century American working-class women, queer pleasure and possibility, and mass-popular literature. As part of my project, I've spent a lot of time in archives reading 19th C. story papers and dime novels, genres of degraded literature that were incredibly popular among factory and mill workers but that have received very little scholarly attention. What's fascinating is how similar this mass-popular literature is to fan fiction--not just in its sensational plots and queer elements (sometimes there really is just one bed in the cabin), but especially in how it was consumed (often in serial format, shared amongst exuberant, fannish communities who even had their own shipping wars in the letters to the editor columns!) and in how it was critiqued (before Anthony Comstock came for pornography, he led a whole campaign against this kind of literature as "perverting" and tending to promote "evil reading"). Although I'm a fan myself, I know that one person's readings can never fully capture the wide variety of responses and interpretations that a whole group of fans and consumers can have, which is where you all come in! For the final chapter of my dissertation, I'll be serially disseminating chapters of a short dime novel for a group of participants to discuss in a private Discord to explore the creative possibilities of fan reading practices.

You're welcome to be as involved as you would like - maybe you just end up reading along and reacting to the comments of others, or perhaps you find yourself writing fan meta or even making memes and other creative responses! If you have any questions, feel free to DM me here!

If you'd like to sign up (which doesn't obligate you to participate), you can use the following Qualtrics link, which provides more information about the project, including the study number for the IRB-issued exemption: https://umich.qualtrics.com/jfe/form/SV_1HAkpIJDEaUfWOa

#dime novel serialization project #fan recruitment #femslash fandom #inspired by dracula daily and whale weekly

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dayurno · 2 months

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omg reverse riko au is making me feel so ill..... please let us know if you have any more thoughts abt riko kayleigh and kevin legend.....

I DO my idea is that its around the same age kevin and riko met in canon so tetsuji kicks the bucket when riko is 7/8 and riko is (very forcibly) removed from the nest and sidelined to kayleigh as a new moriyama asset from the main branch takes over the nest. riko struggles a lot with the change because he is very young and very scared and he’s used to horrible things at tetsuji’s hand, which means that he doesn’t trust kayleigh and finds kevin entirely too weird. it’s honestly really cute because i think at this point obviously 7 year old kevin wants to befriend him but riko is such an anxious ball of anger that most of their interactions are like

baby riko: what do you WANT from me. go AWAY!!!! NOW

baby kevin: (heavy irish accent) nothing i think. do you want a bite of my sandwich?

anyway i think riko and kayleigh do get along but he never really considers her his mother or even godmother, for a long time he thinks of her as his Benefactor until the child therapy starts hitting and she becomes Aunt Kayleigh and then after a few more years he can be loosely convinced to refer to her as auntie once or twice a year. his second son syndrome never really leaves him; in the upcoming years riko struggles with the idea that he’s anything But an add-on to the days and still overworks himself to death trying to be acknowledged by kengo, but it’s leaps better just from being outside the nest and having people to look out for him

riko and kevin have some rough patches, especially during riko’s first years with the days. because kevin is an easy target and riko is afraid of kayleigh he ends up letting a lot of that anger out on kevin, though obviously at this point they are children and riko’s anger manifests in some mild bullying and name calling. i think kevin doesn’t even understand it most of the time 😭 riko has been around grown ups his entire life so his adult level insults make no sense to kevin’s seven year old mind. nevertheless after kayleigh tells him to stop picking on kevin riko does respect it (first out of fear, then later because they actually get along) and they go on to become brothers with only a slight tendency towards antagonism. riko’s jealousy of kevin is still a big part of their relationship and i think even more so when college applications roll around, and he’s even more worried when wymack comes into the picture, but it never culminates into anything as horrible as hand breaking because riko has an actual outlet and a support system :) it’s mostly a yelling match that eventually turns to getting scolded by kayleigh for acting like barbarians

#i know kayleighs sermons go hard kevin and riko are sitting there head bowed like yes maam…..#i havent yet decided where they both go to college in this au #but i think for one that the nest still exists and jean still gets sold to the moriyamas but it’s the main branch now #however without riko there jean’s experience in the nest is. Hard but not brutal #anyway i think riko would apply to edgar allen but he would be rejected on the account of being second branch raised by foreigners #but how horrifying to think about jean in the nest bossing riko around right. kind of a slay though #i think kevin goes to palmetto still Because he wants to reconnect with wymack and riko is very divided but ultimately chooses usc #because they’re the best and he doesn’t want to play second fiddle to kevin and his father #also i imagine his time in usc sucks a lot for the first months because it’s so different LOL #and he’s never been alone before like this with kayleigh and kevin so far out of reach #but :) hed make friends. maybe even… captain jeremy knox….. whos to say?#!#meanwhile kevin (a normal boy at this point) has to deal with the foxes being a trainwreck and the new serial killer dad recruit #he’s got a lot on his hands #ANYWAY this is entirely unrelated and indulgent but i want this kevjean to meet so bad #riko on the phone: we played against the ravens that jean moreau is a scoundrel and a monster and he almost broke my arm kevin: woaw #he’s gonna be so pissed off three years down the line when jean moreau shows up at christmas dinner with the days #you think theres any worse dynamic for jean and riko than master and slave? of course. Brothers in law #wouldnt you just kill to be a little fly buzzing around that christmas supper #asks #riko #kevin&riko

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bimbosanddolls · 1 year

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For @kat-qk

#serial recruitment #submission

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tennfan2 · 7 months

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What do you think are some underappreciated themes/aesthetics in hypnokink communities?

This is a really good question! (I love that I’m stalling for time to answer even though I’m typing.)

I feel like this has become more appreciated lately, but for a long time it wasn’t: I love the idea of the bimbo-as-hypnotist. The idea that someone who seems kind of vapid and nonfunctional can just slide right past your critical thinking and drop you? Here for that.

Related: I love a good table-turning. Nothing gives me more joy in this world that hypnotizing someone and being in that flow state and then they just flip it back at me in an instant. Not sure that’s “underappreciated” exactly, but we need more of it.

I really just love anything that subverts the idea of a strict one-way D/s vibe. I’m a hypnosis communist. It’s time for the subjects to seize means of entrancement! (I’m tagging @hypnomemers because I need this in some sort of meme form)

#hypnosis #answering asks #everyone should be a switch #my entire vibe is serial switch recruitment #is this because I am super bottom-oriented but end up being perceived as a top all the time?#you bet your ass it is

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blackswallowtailbutterfly · 3 months

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That documentary American Nightmare is crazy. Like imagine being the victims of something like that and everyone from the media to police to the FBI are like, damn, that is crazy. So crazy it didn't happen. You're lying, you killed her--oh...She turned up alive...Uh...She's lying. Wait, uh...oops. Never mind. This other cop who actually bothered to do her job and talked to all the women other cops ignored caught the guy. Um...anyway you're both alive and not in jail so we're just gonna pretend this never happened. I mean it's not like we could have known; there was a movie where the lady set everything up and was lying! How can you expect us to have actually investigated what was reported to us?

At least that one reporter had a conscience. And he actually did forward the emails he got to the police, so, y'know, he at least was doing his job. It's funny how when something like this happens, the people who did the least, all things considered, are the ones to step up and be like, yeah, I fucked up, and the ones who made blunder after blunder from sheer laziness and their own tunnel vision are just like no comment, that didn't happen, and our internal investigation found no wrong-doing on the part of us.

#anyway I know not all female cops are good people #but we know that women tend to take on male ideals in male-dominated spaces #not all women obviously but it is a phenomenon #whereas women have to make up like 80% of a space before men start agreeing with the women #so I think if women were running the police--not just a handful compared to males but like the whole thing run by women #we'd have a lot more actual violent crime being solved and less tunnel vision based on stereotypes #even more so if the racial demographics of the cops in a given area roughly matched those of the people in that area in general #because obviously racism is a huge problem too #but men like power too much #so it's not enough to just change the racial demographics because men will happily turn on their own for a scrap of power #and men of all demographics treat women like shit #so it needs to be run by specifically women who roughly match the racial demographics of the area they're in #I honestly feel that the existing police forces should be put to a women's vote of who goes and who stays #and all the ones they want gone get sacked immediately #the few who get voted to stay train female recruits #so the only males on the force are those grandfathered in #guarantee after those men retired #the number of police officer serial killers/rapists would be zero #because literally I don't think there's been a single one #like I just looked it up and found a female officer who committed a double murder in an armed robbery with a male accomplice

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subliminalbo · 6 months

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Hypnovember Day 2: Roni's Debut

It started with a challenge.

Veronica was smart enough to know that Madison was playing her. There was no other reason she'd be so transparent, inviting her into the Alphas house to get a firsthand look at what she'd done. Madison had been recruiting Veronica for weeks, pestering her to defect from Pi Delta Kappa. "All those brains and they make you treasurer?"

It wasn't like Veronica actually felt undervalued by her sorority. That was definitely not a thing. And it definitely didn't mean anything that, after leaving about a hundred DMs from Madison on read, Veronica finally agreed to check the Alphas out without telling a single one of her sisters.

At that time the public perception of the Alphas was "small sorority, big heads." Madison was dropping fliers all over campus, publishing ads in student publications, making all kinds of idealistic promises to lure unsuspecting pledges to the house. She used words like "family" and "home" and "giving back." Veronica didn't have any reason to doubt that Madison believed her own bullshit, even if she was an ambitious snake. That's why she was completely shocked by what she found in the house.

Things first felt sideways when Claire Petruzzi, the Alphas' last president before Madison, greeted Veronica at the door in this, admittedly cute but ridiculously out of season, bikini top and skirt combo that absolutely popped with color.

"Hiya, Roni," Claire said with a smile that triggered uncanny discomfort in Veronica's brain. She must have been staring because Claire laughed and said, "Do you like my fit? Madison says that it embraces my best qualities."

"Yeah, no, of course," Veronica said. "Just used to the girls in my house going more for...comfort." She certainly felt overdressed in jeans and an oversized sweater.

Claire just laughed, then swung the door wide open in invitation. "Well come on in and we'll start the tour!"

Despite appearances, the Alpha house was like any other sorority house on campus. Most of the girls were off at work, the library, or whatever else a girl could get up to on a college campus, but a few wandered through the halls or lounged around in the living room. They were all in some state of undress, whether it was Claire's bikini or the two freshmen on the couch in their underwear. The girls turned toward around as they passed the living room and they spoke in unison, "Hiya, Roni."

"Uh, hey," she said before they turned their heads back toward the television.

Angelica entered from the kitchen in a pair of lacy black lingerie, a big bowl of reheated Chinese in her hand. She stopped on her way by to push Claire against the wall, forcing her tongue down her throat.

"My room tonight," Angelica whispered.

Claire moaned, "Of course, baby."

Before Angelica turned to head up the stairs to her room, she shot another one of those bright smiles at Veronica and said, "Hiya, Roni!"

By this point any hesitation from Veronica was vastly dwarfed by her curiosity. There was just something so weirdly sinister about the place, like the Alphas were just toys and she'd stepped inside of someone's dollhouse. She had a strong suspicion of whose it was.

The deeper Claire led Veronica into the Alpha house, the more sinister that feeling became. After showing off the kitchen and going over refrigerator etiquette (two more scantily clad Alphas popping in to say, "Hiya, Roni!"), Claire led Veronica upstairs. Veronica heard the moans from the stairwell, and as they moved down the hallway she spotted through an open door Gracie Garcia on the floor, her legs locked with a young brunette's as they scissored, presumably too distracted by the pleasure to recite their "Hiya, Roni" line.

Claire just laughed and pulled the door shut.

Veronica gasped. "Was that your recruitment captain with a pledge?"

"Yeah," Claire said. "She loves breaking the freshmen in."

It wasn't the only bizarre scene unfolding upstairs. Two more Alphas fucked in the shower while Claire showed off the new tile ("Hiya, Roni!"), and the ubiquitous sound of clattering beds behind doors were a nightmare to the senses. Veronica's head was spinning by the time they reached Madison's room.

"What did you to them?" Veronica demanded when Madison stepped out.

"Nice to see you too," Madison laughed. "Did you enjoy the tour?"

Madison was the only Alpha not dressed like she was at a party at the Playboy Mansion. She wore a vintage Thin Lizzy t-shirt and faded jeans, her hair tied up in a lose ponytail. More or less in line with the household fit Veronica had expected.

"What the fuck is going on, Madison?" Veronica demanded. "I come here for a pitch and walk into the fucking Stepfod Wives."

"That's really good!" Madison laughed, pushing by Veronica and taking her by the arm to follow. "I guess it's more like 'The Stepford Sisters, but you're right, Roni. These girls are brainwashed. All of them. See, I just didn't think you'd believe it all in a DM. You had to see for yourself."

Claire followed silently behind as Madison led Veronica back down the stairs, that uncanny smile replacing the absence of feeling on her face.

"I don't understand," Veronica shook her head. "Why are you doing this? Why invite me here?"

The last question caught in her throat. She knew the moment she saw the skimpy clothes and the zombie faces that she wasn't going to leave this house as herself.

"Oh come on, Roni," Madison said. "I told you I had a pitch for you. And I know that you're just dying to know how I did it."

Veronica was smart enough to know that Madison was playing her, and she still followed the bitch into the basement.

"This is where it all happens," Madison ushered her into the dark room.

Veronica gasped.

In the center of the room was a naked young blonde strapped to what looked like an old dentist chair. She'd been leaned back to face the ceiling, a visor fastened over her eyes and a pair of headphones over her ears. She moaned through a sock gag in her mouth, her body rocking in the chair, muscles tensing as the orgasms washed over her. Her perky tits rising and falling with her arching back. A second Alpha was on all fours between her legs, mouth pressed to the young woman's pussy, working diligently with her tongue to push her over the edge.

Veronica was fascinated, studying the display of submission as if she were in the science lab. Claire couldn't hold back the proud smile. Her program had impressed even a Pi Delta Kappa girl!

Madison stepped forward, placing her hand on the head of the Alpha on the floor. "Come on, Daisy, time for rest." she said.

Daisy rose to her feet, her chin glistening with the young woman's sex. Her lips spread into a smile as she said, "Hiya, Roni!"

Claire took her turn next, following Madison's direction and kneeling down before the brainwashed girl's pussy.

"Everyone pitches in here," Madison explained. "This one," she pointed to the girl in the chair. "She'll be our first real outside recruit. Recently we had a bit of a security breach but it's been resolved. I'm very curious to see how the little nuisance takes to her new life.

"Once they've visited the basement the girls have intermittent brainwashings as needed. We have a few headsets that we use upstairs, the chair's just for the less compliant ones."

The only word that Veronica could find as she watched the wicked exhibit was why? Why brainwash all the girls in her sorority? Why take on the other houses? Why bring her here?

"I love all of my sister's equally, Roni." Madison explained. "But they're all just so fucking dumb now! I know, I shouldn't play so hard with my toys, I just can't resist. Claire here was the bad bitch of campus, God, I get so hot just thinking about how much I've shaped her. But that's why I need you, Roni! Because I need something that none of these beautiful girls have anymore: brains. I want you to join us!"

Creepy smiles and bikinis year-round did not appeal to Veronica.

"Fuck you," she said said. "Make me."

She knew it was a poor choice of words, but she was still so stunned by it all.

"I don't think I'll have to," Madison said, her tone shifting to something a little more threatening. "Because you know what happens if you try to leave here. You go under the visor one way or the other."

"Okay," Veronica said, trying to keep her voice level. "What's the other way?"

"A challenge," Madison said. "Don't you want to know how a state quiz bowl champion measures up to my program? I know I do. Even some of the Alphas showed strong resistance, and you're the smartest girl in the smartest sorority. Don't you want to know your mental limits? Fifteen minutes with the program, that's all you have to last. Fifteen minutes and I'll let you walk."

Veronica was smart enough to know that Madison was playing her, but she was in a corner now with no other options. She could take the challenge with the chance to leave, or be forced into submission like the poor girl in the chair.

Madison's smiling face was the first thing Veronica saw when the visor came up from her eyes. The sun shined through the window and she was forced to hold her hand up to shield her adjusting eyes. After a few seconds though, she offered a confident smile. Fifteen minutes under the visor had been a breeze. She'd bested Madison's stupid program and now she was going to tell the bizarre story to the whole

"Hiya, Sister Madison!"

The words just fell out of Veronica's mouth. More natural, more true than any word she'd ever spoken. Her senses came back to her slowly from there. She realized that the bed was warm and damp beneath her. Her body felt sore. It hadn't been fifteen minutes at all.

"How do you feel, Roni?" Madison asked.

"I feel..." Roni started, closing her eyes to relive the last few days of satisfaction. It was as if she could feel every lick washing over her, slowly rewriting her mind.

Roni gripped her tits and moaned, "I feel so fucking goooood..."

Of course Roni wouldn't make her Alphas debut right away. Madison had a very important role for Roni as her little double agent. She returned to Pi Delta Kappa and resumed her duties as sorority treasurer, slowly infiltrating and undermining the Greek Council's efforts to stall the Alphas' rise. When Pi Delta Kappa voted to dissolve their house into the Alphas, they thanked Roni for betraying them. If she felt any regret for turning old friends like Tamika and Antonia into mindless slaves, it was buried so deep inside of her that she couldn't reach it.

After weeks as Madison's double agent, Roni finally got to make her big Alpha debut at a massive house party to celebrate the end of midterms. Roni was anxious as she watched the crowd gathering in the yard.

The young blonde Roni had witnessed being brainwashed in the basement stood next to her, encouraging, "Just breathe, you're going to be amazing." The little nuisance had blossomed into one of Madison's most valuable recruits. "You're smart, you're hot, and you're really fucking slutty."

"Right," Roni nodded, because that was all true.

"Trust your training, follow your inner Alpha, and remember the most important rule..."

"Alpha is everything," Roni recited.

"There is only Alpha," the girl finished, smacking Roni on the ass. "Happy hunting."

As the black robe slipped from her shoulders, Roni felt the rest of Veronica melt away. Her body exposed to the floor, she took a breath and stepped into the party.

It started with a challenge, and she was so fucking happy to have lost.

This is a companion to A Kingdom for a Mistress

#hypnokink #mind control #brainwashed #serial recruitment #hypno story #hypnomanip #series: alphas #hypnovember #had this gif lying around from when i was writing a kingdom for a mistress #hope y'all enjoy

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loool hi you dont have to respond to this but i just wanted to answer ur questions in ur tags ^_^ i like to think its a small world and daniel and adam have bumped into each other kinda like amanda and he promoted wotg to daniel. so he checks it out but he kinda just goes for adam cuz i think they kinda become buddies after that. he was prob forced into getting merch by one of scotts bandmates tbh LOL. just fun to think about and then it makes it possible to think of apprentice adam and daniel interactions <delusionalism. but yeah loool i love making shit up about daniel hes so fun(heart hands emoji)

AH yeah thats totally the train of thought i was going down thinking daniel must have found out about them from a flier or soemthing.. Daniel being an honorary ‘sorry we killed your bastard cop dad’ member of the jigsaw squad is so fun to me esp in silly adam lives scenarios so i love that..

(sorry about the tag dump oops)

#amanda collecting emos 2 recruit because the other 2 accomplice guys there suck and are stuffy #daniel pov is so funny #daniel is nervous but the grungy dude who clocked him and gave him a flier seemed on the level so he sneaks out of his house and goes #2 the show w a friend. the music sucks but daniel thinks its sooo cool being around a bunch of degenerate young adults #maybe the dude (cough cough adam) who gave him the flier is in the corner not having any fun and when daniel goes to say hi he gives him #a shirt off the merch table #(queue adam getting yelled at and having to pay for the shirt or whatever)#all this and then months later he gets put in a jigsaw trap and his dad gets killed but the girl who probably killed him was kind of his #only friend in the jigsaw trap. and looked out for him the whole time and had her life ruined hardcore by his now dead dad #so hes pals w amanda even tho he probably feels super fucked up abt everything #he goes to the jigsaw lair w her because amanda is psuedo trying to recruit him but is making it more than obvious shes fucked up abt #doing any of this and is being super manipulated by the head serial killer guy but ehatever hes 17 and traumatized and wants to stick around #and holy shit the flier guy is there and apparently he was also in a jigsaw trap and is also very aware this is a cult #but he set up a wii so daniel takes turns playing guitar hero w adam and amanda #click #daniel

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unxpctedlygreat · 2 years

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she makes it really hard to like her

#i need a tag for my few3h ramblings #adgfhs i remember seeing this support and she says Such a typical Emile thing to say #i had to put down my controller for a moment because i felt so offended sfggjd #like???? Even MERCEDES doesn't call him Emile past the recruitment i think #but even if she did she's his sister so like. makes sense #but who is Edel? to Jeritza beside an employer?#idk man i feel like Emile is a name that shouldn't be used by anyone but his sister and mother #also the way she keeps pushing the knife into the wound like 'Oh is it because everything you were is dead?'#'is it because you're a fucking serial killer?'#(and then goes on to say she needs the serial killer anyway)#aNYWAY SORRy

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artisanalmc · 8 months

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Allyson looked herself over, suppressing a small smile. "Not bad for six in the morning."

Not bad for six months with twins, answered her little voice. If master saw you right now he'd bend you over and fuck you till your eyes crossed.

She closed her eyes to shut out the voice and tried to ignore the sudden wetness between her legs. She stepped into her bathroom, started her shower, and thought about her ten day streak. Ten days without reinforcing his programming. All she needed to do was keep it up and she'd be free of him eventually.

It would feel so good to give in. Go on, use the shower massager. Nobody needs to know, The voice persisted. You still crave his cock. You still want his cum. You need his control.

With an effort she cut the water off. "No. Not doing that. No." Flashbacks of her capture and programming pressed against her mind. Her pussy clenched as she remembered how he'd bred her, and she licked her lips as it crossed her mind that he'd do it again given the slightest chance. He wanted her. Wanted her body. Wanted to-

She pushed out of the shower, leaving only some of the pink haze filling her mind behind. She slowly and deliberately began to dress, before going to the kitchen for some cereal. Failing utterly now to suppress the voice as she filled a bowl with something easy.

You could have so much more. You could be cooking eggs and pancakes for him and his children and you. She sat down, pressing her knees together and holding her spoon with a death grip. Don't you want to fulfill your role? Don't you want the rewards he'll give you? Don't you want the rewards his wives will give you?

She could feel their tongues on her clit even now. The eager circles and flicks of a woman who's name she could no longer remember filled her every thought as, goaded beyond her limit, she went over the edge and came. She came hard and deep and when she finally finished, she felt a little more at ease.

She dressed and found her phone. You should text him. You already came for him, what's the worst that could happen? She opened their chat history of nudes and commands, and sent a new belly update with the caption 'We're all missing you here. Think I could visit this weekend?'

She cringed as she sent it, knowing on some level she should still be resisting, but smiled as the reply came back: "Good girl. You're coming along nicely. Bring a friend and I might even use your pretty little mouth."

She flushed at his audacity, but she was instantly wet. Her friend Jenny was newly single, and wouldn't it be hot to help get her knocked up?

Before she could talk herself out of it. Her hand drifted down to rub her clit. She'd been so good lately, why not relax a little and think about what master would do to her friends one by one?

If she gave in, that is.

#mind control #brainwashing #pregnant #forced sapphic #incomplete conditioning #serial recruiting

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