The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Chapter 9: Acceptance

When Crystal woke up, she was sitting in the living room again, with the Trials and Trances game box open on the coffee table. Her plan was coming along, quite well indeed. Her subjects seemed to be enjoying her game immensely and willing to go along with all the rules.

In their last session, Crystal actually tricked Domme into resisting one of the powerful triggers from the school for blank obedient sluts. Now it was time for phase two: Bimbofication.

“That’s not right,” Crystal must have thought, followed up almost certainly by a thought like this. “We only agreed to play once every three days. What happened to the days in betw—... forgetful sluts forget why they forget. Oh right! It’s time to play Trials and Trances.”

The obedient slut could tell that something was amiss. She knew that she must have completely blanked out multiple days of Domme conditioning her subconscious mind to obey and forget on command.

Domme on the other hand, remembered every lustful detail. She will never forget the day that Crystal finally gave in and begged to be a blank obedient slut. The cunning and compellingly dominant hypnotist had been building towards this suggestion for many days and countless hours of forgotten blank obedient brainwashing. Now it was time to savor every juicy moment of Crystal’s surrender.

“Hey Domme,” Crystal began, blushing with hypnotically enhanced embarrassment. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and, well, fantasizing about it if we’re really being honest here. Oh fuck, why is this so hard to admit? It’s just, you’ve done so much for us, and always make me feel so blank and happy, and I want to give back to you. The point is. I guess I’m trying to say that. I want you to. Please Domme. Please pimp me out. Please let me be a blank obedient slut to help pay the bills.”

“I don’t know,” Domme manipulated her slut, with a little denial. “It’s just that, with me in complete hypnotic control of your mind, well it hardly seems fair to you, and like, I need to make absolutely sure that this is something you truly want deep inside.”

“Please Domme please,” Crystal followed a strong compulsion to beg. “I need it so bad. I’m begging you please. I promise to be a good slut and do anything you ask, if you just please pimp me out like a blank obedient slut. I’ll let you choose whoever you want to be my Master. Please Domme, I’ll even forget all about it like a forgetful slut for you. Just please Domme please let me be your brainwashed prostitute.”

Those words got Domme rock hard, but she could not fuck her obedient slut right now. She would have to wait in line, behind the men who had already replied to her newest ad on the secret obedient slut finder website.

“These obedient sluts have been brainwashed to obey and trained to sensually serve in whatever ways you desire. $100 gets you an hour with the slut of your choice or $200 for all three at once.”

“Okay slut,” Domme agreed, after getting her fill of the needy way that Crystal begged and pleaded obediently. “But first you need to audition. Show me what a good slut you can be. My friend John is coming over soon, and your obedient mind will automatically recognize him as your Master. He’s even going to leave $100 dollars on the bedside table to show you what it really feels like to be a whore. If you can do all of that for me, and forget about it like a forgetful slut obediently, then maybe just maybe I’ll pimp you out the way you crave.”

Crystal whimpered, then Domme made her crawl to the bedroom and select some slutty lingerie from the closet. She settled on a silky purple top with a spiraling black lace trim, plus a matching pair of panties and nothing else. Then she eagerly waited on the bed for John.

The forgetful slut was ready to obey when Master entered into the room, and she was ready to forget exactly why she would forgot to remember at all if she tried to recall the things the forgetful slut forgot to remember forgetting about.

Domme remembered it well enough. She remembers laying down on the couch, listening in from the next room. The horny slut couldn’t help but touch and fantasize about laying there in Crystals position.

John was an older gentleman, with patchy grey hair and wrinkly skin that must have seemed to glow with an almost mesmerizing aura of compulsory obedience. He was Master, and just looking at him made the forgetful slut feel so aroused at the thought of doing anything he asked.

“Hi there slut,” He said in a wheezy voice that must have sounded like an erotic daydream of total hypnotic control. “Don’t be shy. Crawl over here and let me squeeze them titties.”

the brainwashed slut could only obey.

“OOOoooohhh yessss,” The forgetful slut let out a loud moan as if every touch from Master feels like a lustful reminder of why blank obedient sluts love to obey.

Domme let her hands reach up to those tender mounds of flesh and start to pinch and squeeze, just wanting to be the forgetful slut getting teased and used however Master pleased in the next room.

“Oh fuck yes,” The forgetful slut moaned on in a needy whimpering voice “MMMM, that feels so good, oh yes, oh yes please yes. oh yes, oh anything for you oh yes please Mastoumphf.”

The needy moans were muffled by the slurping sound of a forgetful slut, mouth THRUST so full of cock that she needed to worship and please.

Domme couldn’t help but take 2 fingers and slide them up between those slutty lips at the thought of how the forgetful slut must feel in there. Forgetting and getting a mouth THRUST full of Masters cock makes blank obedient good slut thoughts, about how every taste and every throb and every inch of Masters cock sends waves of pleasure and blank obedient bliss through blissed out blank and empty heads of every good forgetful slut.

“Good slut,” John said “take it. just like that. oh fuck yeah you little fuckdoll. Take it and let me fuck that needy throat.”

The forgetful slut could only moan and gag upon that cock, mind overwhelmed by the lustful way that it went in and out and filled the forgetful slut so good, like a desperately horny needy mouth THRUST full of the big hard throbbing thought of blank obedient surrender.

“Very good slut,” John said, still pumping in and out of his horny fuckdoll’s facefuck hole. “You’re a real good cocksucking whore. Now bend over and show me that ass.”

Domme could hear it all. The horny slut began to rub and stroke below where growing arousal was stiffening into lustful desires that could no longer be ignored. She heard the forgetful slut forgetting about getting her ass THRUST full of Masters cock. It feels so good, she knew, to get fucked and filled by cock that makes you forget and get horny to obey like a well programmed vacant fucktoy slut.

“Mmmm that’s good,” John was really getting into his role as Master and really getting into that horny ass. “Take it. take it up your needy whore ass. such a good slut.”

THRUST after THRUST he pounded the forgetful slut, filling that eager slut so good with horny desperate need to obey. The brainwashed slut could feel that throbbing passionate lustful need to be an obedient fuckdoll growing stronger every time those needy fuckholes get filled this way.

Domme listened in all the while, lustfully edging her thoughts into blank and needy obedience, to the sound of her new brainwashed fuckpet getting whored out for the first time. She was so aroused to have finally broken Crystal’s mind to this point that she almost forgot to cover up when John departed.

He gave her a wink and blew a kiss on the way out the front door.

She didn’t know that he knew that she didn’t remember why she had let herself forget about how her own forgetful slut body and mind had already been pimped out and fucked into good slut forgetfulness by John too.

Two minutes later, on cue, Crystal walked out of the room and handed over the money.

“Very good slut,” Domme’s words rewarded her blank obedient slut. “Now obey my command:: forget why you let yourself always remember to believe that you forgot that you have already been forgetting why you forgot about getting pimped out by me, as a blank obedient slut.“

The horny slut spent two whole days as a brainwashed whore before obediently forgetting that she had ever even begged for it in the first place. Domme made her forget everything, every last little detail, every single time, like a good forgetful slut, remembering only the overwhelming need to be brainwashed into a blank obedient slut who fucks and forgets about it like a deeply conditioned whore.

Her obedient sluts spent almost every hour of those lustful days entranced.

It was easy to do. With a few pairs of headphones and a series of powerful hypnotic recordings, looping for hours and hours on repeat. Domme’s sultry voice whispered seductive secrets that flowed directly into the subconscious, irresistible compulsions about how good it feels to obey and forget.

The crafty dominatrix focused hard on making Crystal forget about needing to wake up ever again.

Yet somehow, Crystal’s mind insistently woke up right on time to play her game. She was broken and defeated, unconditionally conditioned to desire blank obedient surrender. Still, a part of her continued to fight back in clever ways during brief windows of opportunity that her trancy game afforded.

There was something new today, two extra faces at the table.

Crystal vaguely remembered it now. She did indeed agree to Domme’s suggestions, to let a couple friends join in the game.

“Don’t think about it,” she cautioned herself, realizing that trying to remember would only make the forgetful slut drop right back down into trance again and forget about it obediently. “Focus on the things you can remember. Wait. What can I remember?! Who even am I? And where are w—... Forgetful sluts forget why they forget.”

Crystal went hazy eyed again and woke up moments later, still trying to figure out exactly what she could remember without forgetting and getting pulled blissfully back down into thoughtless trance again.

“Oh, I’m Crystal, duh. " She recalled, believing it to have been her only question. “But what else? I remember the last time we played this game. We had a really good time making superheroes together. Does that mean that these people are my frien—... forgetful sluts forget why they forget.”

Crystal’s hazy foggy mind obeyed a compulsion to drop deep into blankly forgotten trance again, forgetting that she’d even asked any questions about the things that she forgot that she couldn’t remember forgetting in the first place. The forgetful slut was still aware of her predicament, aware of the passage of time, and the fact that her forgetful mind would only get foggier with each and every attempt to remember more.

“There’s something very important about this game though. What is it?!” She struggled, in a desperate attempt to divine more information from her deeply brainwashed mind.

“I made this game,” she remembered easily enough. “I agreed to let Domme erase my memory if she played it with me. Does that mean that she is brainwashing me into a blank obedient slut. Oh gosh. That’s so fucking hot. Stay focused Crystal. This game may well be your only chance to fight for control of your mind. But do I even want to win—... Forgetful sluts forget why they forget”

Five people stared expectantly at Crystal, waiting to see if she would finally wake up and begin the game. They had all just witnessed the forgetful slut drop in and out of trance four times in the last three minutes. Every time it seemed like her mind was finally thinking clearly again, she would go blank faced and drop even deeper into trance. They patiently waited for her to wake up completely from her blank and thoughtless slumber.

It’s important for you to understand that Domme had spoken thoroughly with Misty during the forgotten days. They talked about the game and the effect it might be having on Domme’s mind. More importantly, they discussed progress wiping Crystal’s memory. Domme warned that Crystal’s past, whilst fading rapidly, was not yet fully suppressed but soon would be.

That’s why Misty and Surly put on just a little disguise and used fake names to appear as different people. The shift was subtle, designed to test whether the hypnotized sluts would obediently forget even if they accidentally remembered any of their time at the school for blank obedient sluts.

“Hi there, I’m Jen,” Misty introduced herself as an alias. “And this is toy.”

Jen was one of Misty’s favorite Aliases. She was gigglier than Misty, more upbeat and friendly, with a lot more pink in her outfit and accessories. Her voice was sweeter and she bounced disarmingly, every single time that she giggled that happy horny ditzy giggle of hers.

Surly was equally pleased to play the role of toy, because he got to obey and be played with.

“There’s something familiar about you,” Crystal thought to herself as she stared at the forgotten faces of Misty and Surly. “Where do I know you fro—... forgetful sluts forget why they forget.”

“Good to meet you Jen, and toy,” Crystal said, waving hello. The forgetful slut could not remember why she let herself forget that Jen is Misty in disguise.

“Dominique told us all about your little game,” Jen explained with a jiggly giggle and a wink. “It like, totally sounds so fun! I have this awesome character picked out. Get this! She’s a vampire dominatrix who controls people by covering them in puppet goo and then pulling on them like invisible strings. Her power actually came from an ex lover who controlled her by bewitching her blood to obedience. He changed her on a cellular level so that he could telepathically control every single blood cell in her body. She was helpless against him for years and then one day she learned how to control it with sheer force of will.”

“ooooooh, damn!” Ell exclaimed.

“I’m one of the Mistress’s obedient puppets,” toy chimed in. “I agreed to be permanently clad in puppet goo so that Mistress can take control of my willing body any time she wishes. She has three other obedient puppets who have agreed to faithfully serve. We eagerly gave up our identities to become her faceless puppets, but we do have names and skills. I am Manny Quinn, chemist and material science specialist who modifies Mistress’ puppet goo to give it whatever properties she requires. Tonight for example, I’ve made it fireproof.”

The two of them, Jen and toy, both held out their hands and shook something. Um, sorry, it’s just that I feel like a forgetful slut, and I can’t quite seem to remember what it is they did.

Click clack clatter clack click. Whatever it was, they did it good, I think, because Crystal agreed that Mistress Crimson impressively escaped, and that the outfits tonight would be mostly immune to fire.

“So um, how does Mistress Crimson meet up with Sultry Girl?” Crystal asked the room. She held out her hand and panned it across the table, to indicate anyone was welcome to step forward with the explanation.

“You silly heads,” Jen excitedly said. “She’s already met Sultry Girl.”

“She has?” Crystal asked, confused. Two other sluts echoed the question.

“Of course.” Jen reassured them. “Even a forgetful slut like you can remember the lady in crimson at the hypnotic kink party in the dungeon. She walked in just before Blair hypnotized Martha with those coral earrings of lust. Don’t you remember?”

Crystal couldn’t remember. Her mind was feeling kind of hazy. Jen wasn’t here last time though, so how could-

The forgetful slut could not remember why she had forgotten that she couldn’t quite think that question out completely to its conclusion.

Domme and Hue were nodding along. Their memories shifted in an instant to align with the reality Jen compellingly presented to their blank obedient minds.

Crystal knew that Jen was doing something, but she could not remember what or why. There was a twinkle in those deeply pink shadowed eyes, as if her entire attire was just a disguise, complete with a carefree bouncy bimbo attitude to hide some sinister Master plan.

What was she planning though? The obedient slut had no choice, except to go along with it for now.

“If I recall correctly,” Domme cut in. “Sultry Girl doesn’t know that you are Mistress Crimson yet. So I guess that ball is in your court. In the meantime, I think that Sultry Girl and Lustry Lass are going to open a super hero business together, right out of Blair’s apartment.”

“What?!” Hue asked, uncertain how to feel about the way that Domme had just asserted what Hue would do as Lustry Lass.

“Yeah babe, it’ll be great,” Domme insisted. “I’ll train you to properly use my pendants, and help you manifest your seer powers. But you’re not good enough with a shield to stop bullets yet, so I guess you gotta stay here as my sexcretary while I go out on the dangerous missions alone. Don’t worry hun. I’ll train you properly soon enough.”

For a moment it seemed like our Dream Manipulator wasn’t sure whether Blair and Martha had what it takes to run a successful business.

Click clatter clack. Then she just sort of resolved it by looking over at Domme and Hue and agreeing that the two of them had ample social skills to attract some customers to their super hero business.

“If you two are starting a business,” Jen interjected, “then Mistress Crimson will use this opportunity to lure you into a trap. She’s a bit of a criminal mastermind you see. Her team has like totally been robbing nightclubs and giving it back to the people, Robin Hood style. Well, she pockets a fair bit of it, to finance production and research of enhanced puppet goo technologies. Like, who wouldn’t. Teehee. So yeah. She anonymously hires Sultry Girl to defend a nightclub she’s about to hit.”

Click Clatter Clack. There was that strange sound again, like the rattle of several small plastic cubes bouncing and striking a wooden table. Whatever it was, it made me feel like a hazy headed forgetful slut.

“Sultry Girl would completely fall for a trap like that,” Domme admitted. “In fact she’d probably show up early, have a little drink as the place closes down. Bartender. A rum and coke please.”

Hue got up immediately to play the role of the bartender. Those drowsy vacant eyes glazed over and that lustfully obedient body seemed to be sleepwalking through a passionate dream of deep surrender. It must have been some forgotten hypnotic command that Domme had given Hue.

Ell and toy called drink orders too, and the obedient slut obeyed. Her body moved automatically to the kitchen.

Jen just asked for a soda. She was the designated driver, but had a far more sinister reason to stay sober.

Crystal tried to do the same, but it was easy to manipulate the brainwashed slut into believing that she wanted to be intoxicated.

“Crystal, you want alcohol in your drink too right?” Domme asked. “Sorry. I’m a forgetful slut about these things sometimes. That is what you asked for, yes?”

“Yes?” Crystal repeated in a confused tone. She wasn’t quite sure what she wanted or what she was agreeing to. Before she could question it though, Jen pulled out a bag of props.

The bouncy pink clad Mistress took this opportunity to set a dozen crimson candles upon the kitchen table.

Her brainwashed toy fetched a long nosed lighter and unfolded a large blue tarp on the kitchen floor.

Meanwhile Hue obediently served the drinks, following a forgotten hypnotic compulsion to put a little something extra in Crystal’s glass.

Crystal watched it happen, a little tablet of who knows what, dissolved in a manner of seconds after Hue subtly dropped it in. The clever girl swapped cups with Domme before the drinks were served. In the end though, it was Hue who drank the drugged up cup.

“This is my puppet goo,” Jen explained, lighting the candles one by one. “Once I coat you in it, I can pull upon my strings, teehee, and send little waves of pleasure that like, make your body obey my command:: You’ll learn to crave the pleasure of mindless puppet obedience.”

Crystal stared at the notes in her hand, zoning out as Jen began to completely derail the game. “I gave my players too much power and control,” She must have realized too late as she fantasized about laying naked underneath those glowing candles, hot wax flowing forth like liquid pleasure puppet obedience.

The desperate slut had a tight schedule to keep. Every session cost her another three forgotten days of blank obedient slut brainwashing that her forgetful mind did not want to remember.

She knew that her body and brain were being violated and trained to serve and obey in ways that she could not recall. The pimped out slut didn’t even realize, how she had been conditioned to believe that this is a sexy fantasy you’ve wanted and craved for so very long.

But what did Jen have to do with any of that? Jen was clearly drawing this out. Did Domme’s friend somehow know that Crystal might give in completely if she didn’t manage to carry out her cunning plan in time?

Clever Crystal quickly adapted this into an opportunity, to pull us all deeper into her little plot.

“If I may,” our Dream Manipulator interjected. “The man that you want to rob is named Michael Pinolva. Mikey P. owns half of Metro city, including many popular night clubs. He’s a crooked politician who is trying to force his backwards ways upon the people he thinks he owns. As a modern day Robin Hood, you undoubtedly have a plan in place to strike against him before the election in a month. If reelected he will surely pass a terribly restrictive and right stripping misogynistic law, entitled The Homemaker Act.”

Dun, Dun, DUUNNnnnnnn

Everyone glanced around and sorta exchanged an icky look at the thought of such an awful man wielding so much power and control over so many lives.

“We gotta stop this jerk,” Ell was the first to break the silence.

We all nodded and agreed.

“It gets worse,” Crystal continued. “It seems that Pinolva has pulled some strings to get his hands on Doctor Sonic before the hypnotic villain ever saw the inside of a jail. Hypnotic reelection commercials are playing all over town now, and most of the citizens don’t even realize that they are being brainwashed. This explains why you lure Sultry Girl into a trap. She impressed you at the party and you want her help to take down Pinolva. Maybe this is some kind of test to see if she has what it takes.”

Click Clatter Clack Clatter Clack. Jen and Domme did something to determine just how well Blair’s lust spell actually impressed the Crimson Mistress. I don’t remember what though and it makes me feel like a forgetful slut.

Back at the nightclub, Jen introduced the her character to Sultry Girl. She asserted herself and insisted upon a challenge in which she claimed she could make Blair doing anything she wanted.

Domme made her double down on that declaration, insisting upon a wager, not on the outcome of a battle, but on whether Mistress Crimson could make Sultry Girl agree to forfeit her coral earrings of lust.

You could cut the sexual tension around the table with a knife as Domme spoke in a bratty voice.

“That shouldn’t be a problem, seeing as you can, what was it, easily force me to do anything you ask.”

It wasn’t a problem. The problem was that they were both so damn seductive and such smooth talkers that they could sweep the obedient sluts right off their feet and easily derail the game in whatever ways they desired.

Crystal tried her best to keep the game on track, but she was slowly slipping, fading, drifting, floating into blank obedient and dreamy thoughts again. She tried to integrate all of the players into the scene, though the forgetful slut couldn’t quite remember exactly who suggested to let Ell and Hue play as a pair of crimson clad obedient puppets.

Hue however, had already fallen quite deep under Domme’s hypnotic control, not to mention drank a mind numbing glass of drowsy slut trancy-time juice. The blank obedient slut was so deep and dreamy that standing and acting just wasn’t an option anymore. Hue laid down comfortably and let obedient trance take over, as the horny sluts put on a naughty show.

Jen won the battle with ease. She had helpers, you see, and her puppet goo was empowered by toy’s magic. Plus Domme was undoubtedly in on Jen’s little plan.

It was actually Sultry Girl who scored the first two blows of their little fight though. She knocked one of the puppet’s firmly into unconsciousness with a fiery knee to the face. Then she swung an explosive kick to take out another.

Crystal gave Domme some kind of unfair advantage on those attacks, but nobody else remembers that. I think we were all kinda cool with being forgetful sluts about it, because we only had enough players left to act out the role of 2 puppets.

“I don’t mind at all,” Jen said, “In fact it’s part of my strategy. You see, I want you all to myself but first I need to coat that sexy body in puppet goo. Teehee. Speaking of which, your left knee and right foot got coated when you struck my puppets.”

“Here’s one of the more interesting facts about puppet goo,” Toy explained, as Jen grabbed two of the candles. He looked Domme directly in the eyes and said. “It eats through fabric and clings to flesh. You will obey, or by the time that Mistress is done with you, that naked obedient slut body will have a warm coating of crimson.”

Domme understood. She slowly slid her pants down to the floor, putting on a sexy striptease show. The sultry brainwashed dominatrix bent over for her audience, wiggling that firm ass of hers, back and forth as her black slacks slowly slipped down to the ground. She was wearing a pretty pair of pink panties underneath, with a big bulge pushed back for all of us to see.

The alluring Domme just kept on swaying that lovely ass of hers, back and forth, as she dropped to the tarp on the ground. There she laid out with her legs out wide, presenting her willing body to her Mistress.

The half naked dominatrix gasped in anticipation as Jen walked over, a candle in each hand. Then she whimpered and moaned as a trail of hot wax landed first on her knee and then slowly traced back down, then up and around and in towards the tender flesh of her thighs.

Seemingly simultaneously, Jen slid the second crimson candle down to the sole of Domme’s right foot. She made a pretty little puddle there before dripping up to the toes, and up up up the ankle as well.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” the slut moaned out. Then she slowly rose up to make her move.

“Oh no you don’t!” Jen said. She curled her fingers at toy and Ell as if to compel them with invisible strings.

The two of them rushed towards Domme, who tried to leap away, but Jen curled another finger and Domme’s knees began to buckle.

Clatter click clack clatter click. There was that strange sound again, you know, the one that makes us feel like forgetful sluts about some unimportant detail in the background subtly controlling everything in ways that obedient sluts don’t need to remember.

Then Ell and toy pressed Domme up against the refrigerator and began molesting her beautiful body all over. They were on her before she could properly stand, let alone understand that everywhere their groping hands touched would now have to be coated in puppet goo.

Ell focused on the upper body. One hand groped and squeezed Domme’s tits while the other traced across her arms and neck. He forced up her shirt and bared her chest, groping, pinching, and teasing all the while.

Meanwhile, toy slid a hand inside of Domme’s straining panties. He rubbed and squeezed and simultaneously he raked the nails of his other hand up and down her tender thighs.

Domme whimpered and seemed to be giving in to submissive surrender, as the obedient puppets squeezed, caressed, and stroked her, completely coating her character in puppet goo that she knew would make it feel oh so unthinkably good to submit to Mistress.

Crystal was deep and drifting, barely conscious and unconsciously bare of all her clothing. She didn’t even notice when Jen using the trigger Domme had expertly placed in her forgetful mind. She just continued to run the game even as her body thoughtlessly obeyed the hypnotic command:: Strip off all your clothing and masturbate for me.

Jen just slipped the command in when nobody was paying attention, and Crystal obeyed it like a blank obedient slut.

Meanwhile Domme laid down, so that Ell and toy could coat her in crimson wax. They had to thoroughly cover all the places that Mistress Crimson’s faceless puppets had just touched.

“MMMmm yeah, oh fuck that’s hot,” Domme whimpered and moaned as trails of hot wax dropped down all over her naked body. “Oh yes, oh fuck.”

“That’s right slut,” Jen encouraged her new puppet to obey. “Your body is coated now and will automatically obey every command:: Tell me that you obey. Say it. ‘I Obey’ “

“I. oh, bay.” Domme said automatically as another Click Clatter Clack rang out from the table. ”No, wait, no. This isn’t over. Sultry Girl is making flames below your fingertips. Fingertips that are mostly bare because you wiped the puppet goo all over me. Then she’s going to knock you out when you recoil from the BURN.”

Clack Clatter Click Clack. Ell and toy pulled back. Their hands retreated from her attack, like they had accidently grabbed a hot tray straight out of the oven.

Yeowch. They shook their hands, trying to soothe the BURN, which seemed to chill off just as Domme was striking. She bonked them both upon the head. Ell and toy both felt compelled, by the undeniable rules of the game, to slip into a deep deep trance and slowly collapse into a comfortable position.

The battle was finally down to just Sultry Girl and Mistress Crimson.

Domme took a fighting stance, but Jen simply toyed with her new puppet.

Jen’s pink painted fingertips seemed to swirl and twirl as she curled her fingers like she was pulling invisible strings. She pulled a string up,

THWAP!! Domme cried out in pain, as if that fine piece of crimson clad ass had taken a fearsome paddling.

Then Jen pulled a string down and Domme moaned out in ecstasy, like a magical touch had sent waves of pleasure directly through her crotch.

They drew out the fight on purpose, drawing out every lustful moan and every irresistible curl of Jen’s compelling pink fingertips.

The obedient sluts were far too enthralled to complain. They could practically feel every single THWAP when Jen curled her fingers to attack with induced sensation through her puppet goo.

Half an hour later Domme was a whimpering moaning mess. She collapsed to her knees, practically begging to be tortured into obedience.

Crystal watched it all, thoughtlessly masturbating and trying her best to keep her game moving along. The horny slut didn’t understand why her brain felt oh so empty and mind numbingly aroused. She didn’t understand how every time Jen giggled it seemed to drain the intelligence from her dazed and drowsy head. She did however know that she needed to resist and somehow get the game on track before her brainwashed mind gave in.

Domme looked so fucking hot though, kneeling nearly naked, coated only in crimson wax.

Jen looked so fiercely dominant too, standing over her puppet, subtly pulling upon hypnotic strings. It felt so good to just let the two of them do anything they asked. It was almost like they had cast their own lust spell, upon Crystal’s thoroughly reprogrammed mind.

That’s right, the lust spell. Crystal must have somehow remembered about it, and tried for a desperate last ditch attempt to regain some control over her game.

The horny slut was so very close to breaking and begging to be the next one covered in puppet goo. That would have been it. That would have ended her little game and began of her new life as a brainwashed slut. Instead she set herself upon the impossible task of pulling Jen into the game, by dropping her consciousness level low enough.

Trouble is, Mistress Crimson’s consciousness level was still up at 8. It had barely dropped at all, whilst Sultry Girl had been down at zero for at least what, 7 rounds. It was getting so hard to keep track.

Jen had exploited Crystal’s gaming system. Her willpower had 6 six stat points and the puppet goo armor allowed her to puppet her own body through practiced martial arts techniques.

Plus Toy’s character, Manny Quinn had material science expertise. The 5 stat points in his mental abilities amplify the effectiveness of puppet goo. With that many dice on Mistress Crimson’s side it was almost impossible to make her consciousness level drop.

Then everything changed when the fire spell faded away from the exhausted Sultry Girl. At that moment in time, Crystal manipulated Domme into saying ”You’re still under my SPELL.”

Click Clatter Clatter Click. The 4 players who were still awake all realized that Mistress Crimson was in fact still under Sultry Girl’s lust spell.

This new realization allowed Domme to resist in lustful ways. She decided to enjoy being an obedient puppet, play the role so well as to seduce her Mistress into losing the wager.

Since the attack was a seduction, both sides had to use their social stat. Sultry Girl had 3 stat points there, giving her a 2 dice advantage over Mistress Crimson who was forced to defend herself with just 1 single fleeting chance that just so happened to give her 0 success.

Jen’s mind began to slip. The lust spell distracted her attention away from entrancing Crystal and onto seducing Domme instead.

Mistress Crimson dominated Sultry Girl like an obedient puppet, but It’s not really clear which one of them actually won. I think we all did, maybe. You see Crimson was eventually forced to give up on the wager.

After that though, Blair submitted. When her mind went completely blank, the Crimson Mistress filled it with suggestions to return and submit to her completely.

Domme’s character won the wager, but her mind shut down completely when Jen said these chilling words.

“We both know you’ll return to give in completely to my power. You’ll find some way to rationalize it your mind, a perfectly reasonable excuse to come back and submit to me.”

Maybe Crystal won, because she thwarted Jen’s plan to end the game that night. Crystal as you may recall, had only agreed to be mind wiped so long as Domme played through her game of Trials and Trances. Frustratingly, she refused to forget that fact.

However, if she agreed to let Jen become the DM, that would be game over. Domme’s agreement would be upheld. That would be the last thing that the obedient slut ever remembered agreeing to.

Something must have gotten lost in the lust though. That night ended with a massive puppet goo covered orgy, the details which were lost to blank and dreamy forgetful slut bliss.