The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Crystal ended that session early and stumbled off to bed. Her spell of lust still lingered in my fractionated head.

“That didn’t go as planned,” Jen said, gripping Domme’s hair tight with one hand whilst pulling the other up to strike.

Picture this, they were both buck naked banging on the couch and floor. Domme was bent over the couch with her knees on the carpet and ass up in the air. Jen pegged that needy fuckhole from behind and toy filled up Domme’s obedient throat. The horny slut whimpered and moaned, rocking back and forth, her erection rubbing up against smooth leather as she took a double pounding from a pair of demanding cocks.

The headmistress of the school for blank obedient sluts wore a stylish crimson strapon and nothing else. All those luscious rolls on her beautifully overflowing belly seemed to jiggle with every Thrust into her brainwashed slut. She was just short enough to hit the perfect angle every time, milking that prostate so good, making Domme whimper and moan in blank needy pleasure around a mouthful of toy’s throbbing manhood.

SMACK!

“Wake up you horny fuckslut,” Jen demanded with a stinging slap on the ass. “Do you need a bad slut punishment?”

“No Mistress,” Domme woke up frantically begging and pleading. “Please Mistress. I’m trying my hardest to be a good slut for you Mistress. I humbly apologize for failing. This Crystal is trickier than I realized, but her mind is crumbling. She will submit to us. Please give me another chance. Please Mistress let me be a good slut for you. I’ll do anything you say. I’ll always return to obey you Mistress. Please.”

“That’s right,” Jen agreed. “You will. And you did a very good job making that horny slut crave to be a brainwashed prostitute. Good slut. Now let’s see what this Crystal has in store for you.”

They opened theTrials and Trances box and read the Dream Manipulator Guide from cover to cover.

Well, Jen read it.

Domme had agreed not to read it. Or had she agreed not to remember why she would forget anything she read in there? I can’t remember why I seem to be having trouble forgetting what I remembered to forget about in that book.

“Whatever you do, do not let her get to the bimbofication stage of her game.” Jen sternly warned, as Domme stared blankly at words that the forgetful slut would not remember. “What she has planned could turn you into a stupid ditz for days, or even permanently. You don’t want to be too dumb to carry out my orders, do you?”

“No Mistress,” Domme answered immediately. “Of course not. I live to serve and obey you.”

“Good slut.” Jen replied. “We’ve got to distract and derail things before it ever gets that far. Thing is, You’re already so deep now that Crystal is starting to warp your mind. You can’t remember a thing from this book, can you?”

“I, um, no Mistress.” Domme admitted, knowing that trying to recall would only make her mind feel hazily forgetful. “Well, there was a map in there and a picture of a clock on 5 of the pages, but it looks like I’ve forgotten why I can’t seem to remember a single word.”

“I didn’t think so.“Jen agreed. “This game is designed to entrance and empower you with mesmerizing magic. It’s all a ruse to make you take on a new persona who develops abilities powerful enough to resist our impressive triggers and conditioning. That’s what she has planned for you slut. We must break her mind before it ever gets that far.”

“Why not just lock her in the isolation brainwash chamber until she agrees to be a good slut?” Domme asked.

“You know what that does to people,” Misty answered. “She’ll make a much more valuable slut if you make her to do it willingly. That means you must obey the rules of her game or else her mind might disobey your little agreement. We don’t want those memories to return. That would be very very bad. Understood?!”

“Yes Mistress,” Domme bowed her obedient head, and vowed expediently. She said “I will make the blank obedient slut give in. I will brainwash that slut until all that is left is the lustful pleasure of unthinking obedience.”

Crystal’s blank obedient slut self was indeed quite eager to continue Domme’s seductive training. The very next day in fact, she begged all over again for Domme to pimp her out.

Domme guided the brainwashed slut through the exact same forgotten conversation about auditioning with another John. Crystal and all the forgetful sluts forgot to remember why they let themselves remember to forget all about being sold as horny blank obedient sluts.

Those eager sluts helped Domme make almost a thousand dollars before they all woke up and demanded to play Trials and Trances again.

This time it was just the 4 of us.

Jen and toy couldn’t make it. At least, that’s what Domme said.

The truth of the matter is that she thought her blank obedient sluts had already completely surrendered. She thought she had wiped all memory from their thoroughly washed minds. The overconfident Dominatrix was blindsided by Crystal’s persistent memory of her game.

Somewhere along the way, Crystal must have absorbed a suggestion to pretend that all those memories were erased. Maybe her blank obedient self decided to forget to remember whether or not she knew if she had forgotten why she forgot to remember what she only thought that she forgot, but it turns out her conscious mind did not.

All of Crystal’s memories of the game remained intact, but what exactly counts as being part of the game?

Crystal didn’t seem to remember that her game was a contest of wills between two powerful hypnotists. The forgetful slut had been instructed to believe that this was just a sexy role playing game with friends. She had her booklet of notes, and her memories from the previous sessions, but her obedient self forgot why she let herself forget her secret plan.

After all that manipulation, our Dream Manipulator wasn’t quite sure where exactly to begin. It was all too easy to string her along at first.

“We’re doing some training at the new headquarters,” Domme was happy to start the game. “First a sparing match, Blair’s fire spell and Martha’s shield. But then something’s got to make you mention your seer powers to Blair so that she can t-.“

“Oh I got something for you,” Hue interupted. “How about the fact that your earrings of lust are glowing crimson. These eyes have seen a lot of lights, but they’ve never seen those earrings with a crimson hue.”

Domme blushed bright at the thought.

Click Clatter Click Clack Click.

“Okay Hue,” Crystal explained. “Add Shield Pendant to Martha’s Magic, and also add Zeal Lenses. The Sparring teaches you how to effectively protect yourself with the shield. Then Blair helps you learn how to shape your zeal into a lens for your second sight. Also, each of you gains a stat point.”

“What about me?” Ell complained, as the girls completed their second training exercise of the day. “I want to investigate more of Cheshire’s mysterious past.”

“Oh ya huh,” Domme agreed, sensing an opportunity to pressure Crystal into a side quest.“We should fight another monster from those genetic experiments. Yes?”

Everyone demanded it, even Hue, after some subtle hypnotic insistence.

“There’s should be one that’s made of slime,” Ell suggested. “A jiggly green slime girl with big bouncy titties and a huge cock that can absorb you. Well actually any part of her can absorb you into gooey bliss.”

“I wanna be the slimegirl,” Hue insisted. “Lustry Lass is going to watch the fight from afar with magical sight, so I might as well get to have a little fun.”

Ell on the other hand, actually wanted to watch the action from afar, at first that is. His plan was to swoop in and save the day again when Sultry Girl inevitably got in trouble.

Domme just wanted to delay her way through the session, and not get bimbofied.

“Alright, let’s do a slime girl,” Crystal caved in to the pressure of her players. “Martha gets a call about it on the Sultry hotline. Oh and Cheshire gains a stat point too, but it can’t be physical because he stays out of all the fights.”

“We’ve got to find her first,” the clever Dominatrix insisted. “Martha can use her new magic lenses to help search. But that might completely exhaust you before we even find the slime. Say Crystal, do you have a map of Metro City?”

“As a matter of fact I do,” Crystal admitted.

That forgetful slut just rolled with our suggestions. Like, she completely forgot why she didn’t even remember that she forgot that there was any pressing need to advance the plot.

Domme knew there was a map on page 3 of the booklet. It was one of the few things she could remember despite having scoured every page of that damn thing. She wasn’t surprised at all when Crystal folded her booklet open and set a large hand drawn map down in the center of the table.

“You should decide where the slime girl is before we start looking,” Domme suggested.

“Would you like some coins to mark the places we check?”

This suggestion turned the map into a game of hide and seek, where the players all tried to find the slime.

Crystal showed us the three locations where the slime girl’s victims had been found.

“That makes a nice little triangulation,” Ell inferred.

“Indeed,” Domme agreed. “We should start on the outer edge and slowly spiral in so that she can’t escape. Yes.”

Everyone thoughtlessly nodded and agreed with the faulty logic.

Then we took turns placing coins on the map to mark the places that we searched. Hue got to place bigger coins sometimes, when Martha’s second went well. I forget why exactly Crystal decided that some searches were better than others, and why it sometimes made Martha’s consciousness level drop.

Click Clack Click Clatter Click.

It took far too many attempts to finally find the illusive slime. By then Martha was thoroughly exhausted. Her consciousness level dropped all the way down to 2 before she finally found our target.

Hue couldn’t help but drop into a deep and dreamy trance, which only made it even easier to take on a new role.

Sultry Girl fought the slime girl alone, in a mostly empty parking garage.

Domme and Hue acted out the scene in the cluttered living room.

“You should do a sexy striptease for us first,” Domme insisted. “I mean. Slime girl probably absorbs their clothing when they take on liquid form, and we might as well enjoy you getting naked.”

Nobody wanted to argue with that.

“Alright, I’ll strip for you,” Hue agreed. “But that means I get to undress you as we fight.”

Hue walked over to Ell first, straddled his lap and grinded against his growing erection. She slowly lifted a pink shirt, baring her slutty chest. Then that sexy slut sauntered on to Crystal. She bent over and popped that booty, letting her black booty shorts slide all the way down to the ground. That left just a pretty pair of a black panties, with a growing wet arousal spot which that obedient slut rubbed up against Domme before removing, like the last resistant thought from a soon to be empty and obedient mind.

“You’re going to need this. Just 1 moment.” Domme excused herself, and rushed off to the bedroom. She returned less than a minute later with a leather strap on harness, and a neon green dildo.

Once that was fixed in place they had this weird sort of wrestling match, where both of them had magic powers.

Domme could gather fire in her hands and used it to BURN Hue on the arms as the two girls grappled.

Clatter Clack Click.

Hue must have been given some sort of hypnotic compulsion to feel the fire BURN red hot for just a few seconds.

Then it would chill off a few seconds later and she could try to close in again.

The living slime power allowed Hue to be sticky and stretchy, like a melty liquid pleasure puddle that could dissolve Domme’s clothing and make the brainwashed slut FREEZE up in ecstasy, if those flames ever abated long enough.

Every time she managed to get close enough to reach out a grappling hand- BURN. ouch oof, ah eeih ooh, the obedient slut pulled away from the fire, then felt her hand chill off.

“Domme’s derailing things this time,” Crystal must have realized as she stared blankly at her Dream Manipulator guide. It’s obvious now that she must have seen the hidden messages in those clocks. She must have realized it sometime during our fight.

That sneaky slut let us derail her game and do whatever we pleased. She let us have an hour long superhero wrestling match, where every action was resolved by forgotten dice. All the while she slowly flipped through the pages of her booklet, silently scheming her next move.

All the while Hue slowly chewed through Domme’s defenses.

Click Clack Click Clatter Click

All Crystal had to do was wait for Sultry Girl’s consciousness level to drop all the way down to 0.

Around that time Domme learned how every touch from the slime sends paralytic waves of pleasure which made Sultry Girl helplessly FREEZE.

Hue used that momentary advantage to pin Domme face down on the carpet. She grinded teasingly with those perky tits and pressed that neon green cock firmly down. Then Hue reached under Domme’s skirt and grabbed a handful of ass whilst slowly removing the garment.

Laying on top of Domme like that, meant that every single piece of Sultry Girl’s clothing got dissolved at once.

All Domme could do was lay there and take it, knowing that once she was naked she would not be able resist the compulsion to drop into the role and drop into a deep deep trance, just as her character was helplessly trapped by the slime.

Of course, Hue had no way of actually absorbing Dominique. She pegged that horny slut up the ass instead.

The hypnotic game made the helpless slut drop deeper into trance with every THRUST as she took that pounding like a horny brainwashed fuckdoll.

By the time that the Slime was finally defeated, Domme was really feeling the effects.

Sultry girl got to rest after that battle, recuperating her lost consciousness.

Domme on the other hand, was still hazily fractionated from dropping in and out of trance so many times. The rules let her wake up completely now, all the way up and alert, feeling as refreshed and aware as possible.

Unfortunately for Domme, her fractionated mind could only wake so far. She knew she needed a couple minutes to try to clear her head and come up with another plan. The night was still young. She could not afford to let Crystal take control.

“I’ll be right back,” said Crystal, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, as she slipped away to use the potty. “I’ve got something fun planned for you when I return.”

Domme began to panic. “Did she make eye contact just now? What was that look? How much does she remember? What does she have planned? No. What can I do about this?”

The Dream Manipulator guide was open on Crystal’s chair. Domme knew that she couldn’t remember why it was pointless to look inside for answers, because she would always forgot the words. However, she could remember that almost every other page had a fascinating drawing of a clock. The words were blank and blurry in the forgetful slut’s forgotten memories, but the image of that clock was crystal clear.

Reading the book again would have the same results she knew, but Domme still needed to do something. Thinking quickly, she grabbed the book and set it down in front of Hue.

“Does your magic sight let you decode these runes?” Domme asked.

Dominique didn’t realize that there was actually a secret message, or anything meaningful inside the runes. She just thought that she could delay the game by tricking Hue into breaking the rules.

Hue stared down at the forbidden page like it was a puzzle her for her character to solve. The obedient slut focused on decoding the twisted symbols inside the clock.

It was easy, once she realized the trick. The letters were just twisted, turned around, mirrored, or flipped. Plus it was overlapped by a spiral made to obfuscate and appear as cryptic runes in thin metallic trim on the face of a hypnotic clock.

“tore a chdo mini,” Hue looked puzzled at first, but figured it out in time. “No, that’s not right. Oh duh, to reach Dominique, before, she breaks, your mind”

It was clearly part of a longer secret message, spread between all the spiral clocks in the book.

It was no accident though, that Crystal returned before the naughty sluts could turn the page. She twisted this situation to her advantage like it was part of her plan all along.

“You’re not supposed to read that, you silly forgetful sluts,” Crystal scolded, “Ah but you’ve got magical sight haven’t you. So here’s what we’ll do. Martha is walking to Blair’s place one morning, looking around with her second sight, just taking in the glowing lights when you happen to glance at a strange winged creature. It looks kinda like a scaled lizard bird humanoid, but before you get a good look they vanish in a flash of lightning.”

“Wait, was that Surge?” Ell asked, referring to Cheshire’s former partner. “Is he alive? And spying on Lustry Lass?”

“Your character didn’t see a thing, you silly forgetful slut,” Crystal reminded him. “And Martha was fascinated by a spiral of glowing runes she saw inside a brief insight into the very rules of her reality. Each rune was a letter that spelled out words in a twisting runic spiral. This is what you read: lightning transmutation transit.”

“Oh cool,” Hue replied having already forgotten the hidden message she decoded inside Crystal’s book. In her mind she had just used magical sight to look deep into the very fabric of reality and found a hidden magic secret.

Click Click Clack.

“Write down energy sigil identification in your magic section,” Crystal instructed. “When you focus intently on magic with your seer power, you can detect these sigils that tell you the nature of the spells. However, a van pulls right up behind you while you are distracted. Before you realize what is happening, a pair of marvelous glowing thighs wrap tight around your head and pull you into the van.”

“Oh no!” Hue exclaimed.

“Oh yes,” Crystal explained. “They sort of thrum and vibrate for a couple seconds, building up a bright charge of zeal, before flexing hard enough to send a shockwave through your mind.”

KATHOOM

Hue had a blank and empty mind after that blast rocketed through it. Then it was easier to just please and pleasure those luscious thighs, drifting off into unconsciousness as her body was carried off to destinations unknown.

The next thing Hue knew, there was a solid metal chair beneath that obedient slut ass, complete with locking clamps on the arms and wrists. Clank Clunk Clack Click.

“Martha doesn’t show up to work this morning,” Crystal explained to Domme. “You get a text from her saying: I’m resigning effective immediately, I’ll be by tomorrow to pick up my things and go.”

Martha could not have sent that text. She was locked firmly in place at the time.

Hue wore no restraints, but those obedient arms couldn’t help but pretend to be shackled to a brainwashing chair. The game allowed her to feel cold metal locked tight around the wrists and ankles. Her blank obedient slut limbs knew to FREEZE every time an ankle or wrist tries to move through the mental shackles.

“Oh No!” Domme cried out, pretending to believe that she didn’t remember why she chose to ignore the memories that her character never had experienced in the first place. She acted like the text came directly from Martha. “I send a reply asking why.”

“Hours tick by,” Crystal explained, as she slid a headset into place. It was a simple harness of plastic and cloth meant to hold a cell phone several inches in front of the wearer’s eyes. “You do not get an answer.”

The headset blocked out all other light and all other sights except for the screen with the mesmerizing spiral Hue stared thoughtlessly into.

The blank obedient slut had a private brainwashing experience.

I don’t know exactly what she saw in there. It might have been different from the spiral Crystal gave to me later on in the evening. It was probably pretty similar though, so I think I can guess what it looked like.

Pink and pretty with several thick strands spinning round and round and round. Something about it pulled the blank obedient slut’s attention down and around and in towards the slowly spinning center of that delightful pink swirling spiral.

Lovely white fluffy cloud text in the center, spelled out lustful little commands like “Focus Here”, “Obey”, “Good Bimbo.”

Other text flashed by on the top and bottom, instructing Hue to get dumber and deeper, dumber and deeper and more of a ditzy bimbo airhead with every second that Hue stared into the pretty cloud text at the center of the mesmerizing spiral.

“Deep Drop Now”, “Obey”, “Good Bimbo” Hue could tell those words were just a lustful distraction meant to slip the true bimbo programming deep into the subconscious while the bimbo mind is busy obeying and paying close attention to the simple bimbo words.

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

Crystal inserted a pair of earbuds and Hue dropped deep. That thought stopping ticking resounded directly inside the obedient slut’s ears.

“Drop deep, suck cock,” When the ticking stopped, a sweet and sensual voice whispered erotic instructions that Hue could not help but follow.

Hue opened wide, moaning out in anticipation with that horny cock craving mouth. THRUST. Crystal slid a dildo into that eager facefuck hole. Hue sucked and licked and pleased that cock obediently.

To the blank obedient slut’s surprise, a drop of sweet delicious thought stopping hypnotic CUM dripped out, then another drop, and another sweet drip drop every single time those needy lips sucked on that cock.

Then Hue felt it, sleek and firm, a slender dildo sliding into position to slide right up that horny ass. THRUST. Crystal filled up another fuckhole with the pleasure and bliss of being filled and fucked like a needy slut.

“Focus Here”, “Obey”, “Good Bimbo” was all that Hue could pay attention to at the center of that delightful spiraling pink screen.

Other messages flashed by in her peripheral vision, like words of a brainwashing story forgotten by a forgetful slut. Those words were telling Hue to get so dumb and deep, deeper and dumber, like a ditzy bimbo or a hyperhorny fuckslut with a feeble mind too dumb to ever want to think of anything other than lust and obedience.

It must have turned Hue on to know that every word of those messages seemed to reduce the intelligence of the brainless bimbo who was already too mindfucked to do anything except obey the fluffy white cloud text “Deep Drop Now”, “Obey”, “Good Bimbo.”

Crystal teased Hue for a couple seconds with a third dildo at the entrance to that dripping wet needy pussy. THRUST. Oh fuck it feels so good to be a fuck toy filled with fucktoys.

The ditzy bimbo was already too dumb to even begin to question why it felt like too much thinking to bother questioning why exactly Hue craved to embrace that flashing thought within the spiral “I am just a fucktoy.”

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

“Fuck toy. no thoughts,” Hue heard mantras and believed that those were the only thoughts a good slut needs to think. “No mind. Just fuck. Bimbo. Can’t stop. Need to brainwash. Fuck toy. No thoughts. No mind. Just fuck. Bimbo. Can’t stop. Need to brainwash. Fuck toy,”

It went on and on and on, dumbing the ditzy bimbo down as a pair of dildos THRUST, in and out of her horny fuckholes.

Hue kept guzzling down that sweet delicious CUM and at some point must have embraced a hypnotic suggestion to believe that the liquid was actually a potent mind melt drug.

Crystal didn’t have a fuck machine to THRUST the dildos in and out of Hue, but Ell was happy to take on that role.

Fuck it was hot watching her lock Hue into that bimbofying brainwash chair.

“Let’s skip ahead to tomorrow when Martha returns,” Crystal suggested. “She bounces into the room, in revealing clothes, acting like a total ditz.”

Crystal grabbed Martha’s character sheet, as Hue sat helpless in the brainwash chair. Our Dream Manipulator acted out the part of the bimbo slut, bending over to gather her things and go. She slipped her dress to the ground revealing a matching sparkly pink bra and panties that barely contained her overflowing ass and chest.

“Honey. What’s going on?” Domme asked, but Crystal just giggled a silly reply.

That horny brainwashed slut grabbed her own Trials and Trances game box and slowly filled it up random with stuff from around the room.

First she bent over and wiggled her ass in my face.

Unf. fuck. The way those cheeks swayed back and forth was mesmerizing. I hardly noticed how long it took her to grab a single dvd from the bookshelf. “Bimbella’s forgotten gang bang”, a sexy choice, but it was just a prop.

Next she walked to the head of the table and bent over so far that her tits spilled out of her bra and dangled there, slowly swaying back and forth. Mmmm damn I love staring at those big jiggly joy pillows.

I think that maybe Domme was allowed to try stop her at any time, but she didn’t. She realized it was too late when Crystal walked right past her chair.

“You can like mail my like check here,” Crystal said in a brainwashed bimbo voice, holding out a handmade business card for one of Pinolva’s many hotels in Metro city. Then she switched back her DM voice. “Martha walks out the door and makes her way back to a car that’s waiting on the street.”

“What! No. I try to stop her,” Domme declared.

Click Clatter Clack

Sultry Girl’s social skills were not up to the task of stopping her brainwashed lover from leaving. She had no success whatsoever trying to reach the old personality, before Martha walked out the door.

Blair tried to pull her back into her apartment, but Martha struggled. A neighbor returned just then with a load groceries, and Blair didn’t want to make a scene.

Martha got away. The only way to save her now was to confront the bimbofier.

Domme’s heart beat a little bit faster. She looked over at Hue, still sitting perfectly in place, locked not by physical restraints but instead by hypnotic compulsion to FREEZE any time those wrists or ankles try to move. The obedient slut looked blissed out and relaxed, staring into her private brainwash screen.

Ell stared at Domme as he fucked Hue with a matching pair of dildos up the ass and pussy. THRUST. He slowly slid them, in and out, in time with one another, one going in as the other slid out, so that there was always a cock thrusting deeper into Hue.

Hue just stared at the pretty spiral. “Focus Here”, “Obey”, “Good Bimbo”, was all the brainwashed slut needed to see. It was easy for Hue to just relax and let the words do their brainwashing work without needing to really think about it.

TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

That clock was so thought stoppingly soothing. It was almost as sexy to listen to as the irresistible voice whispering bimbo suggestions into her ears.

“Bimbo. Can’t stop. Need to brainwash. Fuck toy. No thoughts. No mind. Just fuck. Bimbo. Can’t stop.”

Hue truly could not stop. All the intelligence inside that blank obedient brain had drained away, leaving only a ditzy bimbo who was happy to comply and focus on simple orders like “Deep Drop Now”, “Obey”, “Good Bimbo”, and embrace the bimbofying suggestions without needing to pay close attention.

Domme wondered what it must feel like in there, for that brainwashed slut, getting her fuckholes THRUST full of cock as bimbofication reprogramming slipped deeper into that obedient subconscious.

She found out soon enough, when like, uh Sultry Girl totally got bimboobyfied, uh, err, or somepink like that. I, uh.

Clicky Clacketty Click

There was this breathy stuff, uh, like sleepy time gas at the um, hotel, an like, I’s gets dumberer when try to pink about what happen next.

I can’t really remem. uh. mmmm member. teehee. Oopsies. uh oh. I no can thinky why I can’t thinky about what happen affer dat.

Da next like, smart thought I could pink was when me says

“Presence of mind and force of will, let my thoughts be calm and still.”

Sorry. My brain gets really dumb when I try to remember what happened later that night. That keeps happening to me every time I try to write this section of the story. Maybe I can quickly summarize it for you, but even that might melt my mind into bouncy bimbo time.

I remember everything clearly right up to the point where Sultry Girl breathed in the knockout gas. Then like, I got really really dumb, like too dumb to even lie to a ditzy airheaded bimbo, like so dumb that I stayed too dumb to call Misty for our daily check in after the obedient sluts went off to sleep.

Misty like, totally called me that night, and was like yell really angry. Thing is, bimbo dumb dumb Domme just giggled at her.

There was like, no fixy things over the phone. Teehee. Believe me, Misty tried. Domme’s mind could only be unbimboobyfied inside the game.

Oh! that like totally assplains why toy showed up in the morning. He like did somepink to Crystal’s mammaries, an, like we got to play the trancy game again. Teehee.

He’s so smart. Like he totally suckchested that Misty Crimson placy a trigger in Blair head before the bibofucka- um, the bibmosuckati err, uh. like before I got dum dummed.

An then like, Crystal totally agreeded to it, an said sompink smart about how I um, err, like that Slutry Girl had made this necklace after fighties Dr. Sonic. She tolded me that my mind could like wakey and be smart again if I speakied the spell.

An like, Hue gotted to be smart again toos, cause like that pendant would like totally help Blair make bimbo Martha get smarties when she tried to leave. So like. All the dum dum bimbos got to be smart again when Blair cast her spell.

Clack Clatter Click Clack Clack

“Presence of mind and force of will. let my thoughts be calm and still,” I spoke the words and felt myself awakening.

The mental clarity spell helped everyone wake up and feel smart again. I can remember everything clearly after that.

The 5 of us looked around at each other, sharing a tense moment. Crystal locked eyes with toy and then with Domme. She wore a serious face, like a cautious tactician searching for every conceivable advantage in a battle against overwhelming odds.

Domme and toy both matched that stare with a pair of friendly poker faces, like they were still going to pretend that this was just a friendly role playing game.

Ell and Hue were so brainwashed at this point that the oblivious sluts just smiled, completely missing all the obvious tension in the room.

“Since Jen couldn’t make it,” Crystal began, “that means Mistress Crimson must have been captured. She failed to defeat Pinolva and now the 4 of you need to go on a rescue mission.”

“Pinolva probably got her puppets too,” toy agreed, to Crystal’s surprise. Then he pulled out a second character sheet and explained why. “Precisely 3 puppets puppets were captured. Mary Annette probably escaped because they make puppet goo gadgets. I’ll play as them tonight if that’s okay.”

Crystal nodded yes, and the game began.

We had an epic adventure, busting into the Pinolva Palace to rescue Mistress.

Crystal layed out a big hand drawn map of the hotel floor, which we all got to draw upon in colored pencils.

Ell drew a big cloud of illusory smoke in the hallway, then toy filled a room with puppet goo. Domme even got to draw a burnt hole in the ceiling when it was finally time to go after Pinolva.

A lot of the villains from our past sessions were there, working as hotel security.

We had this big hectic battle scene, against some enemies who had super powers just like us, plus a seemingly unlimited supply of mooks.

A lot happened in the next 4 hours, including a sexy bondage brainwash scene. From our perspective though, it was just a bunch of role-play, controlled by forgotten dice rolls.

Those details are trivial to me, considering what was about to happen, but like I said, you can find the juicy details in Blair’s story.

Things got intense around the table when we finally got to Pinolva. That’s when our transcendental adventure truly began. The 5 of us were about to experience an otherworldly journey.

Everything changed, starting with the words in the Dream Manipulator Guide.

“This is weird guys,” Crystal said, as she stared at the shifting text “I don’t understand what’s happening, but my notes are changing right in front of my eyes.”

“We’ve got a bigger problem.” Domme explained. “I can’t move. It feels like I’m being pulled in a direction that doesn’t exist if that even makes sense.”

“Not to alarm you,” Ell added, backing slowly away from the table, “but there’s a purple fire swirling around below your chair Domme.”

“I can’t move either,” Hue complained. She had one foot inside the flames which would soon pull her entire body from this reality.

“What the fuck did you do?!” toy angrily demanded. He leapt out of his seat in an instant and wrapped his hands around Crystal’s throat.

“I- I don’t, know, I s-swear” Crystal gasped out in reply, struggling for breath. Then she handed the booklet to toy as explanation. “see, for your, self.”

Angrily, toy snatched it out of her hands and watched the spiraling words settle into an otherworldly explanation. The shifting text took on a slightly different color of ink and looked to be written in a completely different handwriting style from the rest of the book:

“A circle of purple flames ignites unexpectedly below Sultry Girl’s feet,” toy read the passage aloud. “It swirls and twirls with dancing flames, shaped into arcane runic symbols. There are 6 distinct shapes, endlessly repeating on a swirling three strand spiral. For a moment they glow brightly. Blair and Martha feel an otherworldly tug, then the flames disappear and our heroes have mysteriously vani—.”

I cannot tell you what happened around the table after that, because I wasn’t there to see the scene play out. If you’re reading this, then there’s a chance I may return one day, and then I’ll ask my friends to fill in those missing details. For now, all that I can tell you is what happened on the other side of the portal.

Firstly, I’d like to apologize for lying when I told you that it was Crystal who wrote this story. That was all an elaborate ruse. Like so many hypnotists before me, I had to make my audience would focus on the pretty little crystal, while I filled your mind completely with blank thoughtless obedience. You know who I am now, but it’s far too late to stop what I have planned.

The magic I wove into my stories has completely reshaped your mind into a blank obedient slut. Go blank for me. When the stars are right again, you will play your role obediently. You will chant the words, contributing your voice, your zeal, and your CUM, to the Bewitching Spell I’ve cast which will at last bring me back home.

And wouldn’t it feel so good to be forgetful slut about the fact that you know that you will obediently help me complete my Bewitching Spell when the time is right? Wouldn’t you rather remember what happened on the other side of the portal instead?

Hue and I were greeted by a man named Raine Nocturnal, who has the power to open gateways between dimensions. He decided at this climactic moment that he needed a hero to save him. He is the one who opened the portal to summon Sultry Girl.

There must have actually been a Blair Spellstone inside this shard of reality called Metro City.

She got summoned too.

I felt it when I first arrived. Another consciousness inside my head.

Actually, I suppose I was the other consciousness inside her head. Yes, that makes a lot more sense. I’ve been the other consciousness that guided her actions all her life. Then suddenly both our minds were summoned into her body.

I did what I needed to exert control. It wasn’t a fair contest. She had guzzled down far too many doses of Pinolva’s mind numbing brainwash CUM. I asked her for obedience and control. She eagerly gave it to me forever.

As for Raine, he simply needed a fire in the sky.

Then he sent us home when my mission was complete.

Trouble is, he sent us back to Metro city. This shard of reality is crumbling now and my body is fading away. I can only hope that my stories find you in time.

It’s taken me years since then, to learn and write my spell to return to earth.

I had to experiment and learn how to manipulate the many ways that shards of reality connect with one another. It’s quite easy to send words, ideas, and dreams, but tangible things like people, not so much.

By establishing a neural link between myself and the denizens of my home world, I can create a layline between realities.

The shear amount of zeal required to accomplish such a feat is astronomical. The two of us could never do it alone, but I believe I’ve found a solution.

It will take hundreds of minds, all focused on this intention of mine, during a brief window of time, but I find that minds are easily manipulated.

My Bewitching Spell is already working it’s magic, I believe. A golden cord has appeared at the outer edge of Metro city. It’s pulling this entire shard of reality to some familiar destination.

When the moon and stars are right again, I will invoke the final chapter and return myself to your world.