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THREE SPECIAL FORCES WOMAN SMOTHERED OUT. by jean colby
Three special forces women face an unexpected smother in what is supposed to be a 69 sex competition. The rules were very simple the competitors would be tied one on top of the other with their arms stretched out wide to the sides and tied to rings in the floor so they could not be used. Then their legs would be pulled out straiight and their ankles also tied two feet apart to rings in the floor. This made access to each other's pussies easy but it also made it easy to pull on the ankles and pull your ass and pussy backwards tighter into your opponents face. The woman on the top could move her head without restriction but the woman on the bottom would have her head at an incline on a small padded wooden pillow. The woman on the bottom would not be able to move her head backwards out of the way of the pussy and ass that could engulf her face if pushed backwards. Escape would be impossible. Tte winner would be the one who her opponent into an orgasm first and she would receive a fee of $10,000 the loser would only receive $500 so there was a great incentive for the winner to make her opponent orgasm first. It was always easy to find competitors because of greed and the Special Forces women would be the ones that would be tied to on the bottom The Three Special Forces women Judy Mary and Sandra did not realize what they were letting themselves into in this competition.
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- 3 Chapters Deep
- English
- BDSM
- 2nd Person, Female
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Tangled in a Trance by joseph4668
Synopsis: Tangled in a Trance I’m a fierce, blonde-haired journalist in a bustling city, hell-bent on exposing hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: a renowned hypnotherapist whose charm and success irk me to no end. I pursue him relentlessly, my pen poised to ruin his career with a scathing exposé. After a heated back-and-forth, he throws down a challenge: one session. If he fails to hypnotize me, I can humiliate him publicly, ending his practice. But if he succeeds, my subconscious will obey his commands, proving his craft’s legitimacy and serving as free marketing. I accept, smirking, certain I’ll crush him. The session begins, and I’m smug, convinced my willpower is ironclad. But as his voice weaves its spell, my confidence wavers. He plants triggers: every text I receive prompts me to unbutton or remove one piece of clothing, and every phone call forces me to strip completely naked for minutes, wherever I am. He lets me leave, thinking I’ve won, my article half-written to destroy him. The hypnotherapist toys with me, sending strategically timed texts and calls that catch me in public, just out of sight. I’m determined to expose him, but each trigger proves he’s already won. My article falters as I struggle to manage my unraveling dignity. The thrill of the close calls mix with sheer embarrassment, my face burning as I plot my escape. Back at the news station, my friends sense something’s off. They prod, playfully sending texts to test me, unaware they’re triggering my exposure. A blouse opens on set, just off-camera; I laugh it off, but my voice quakes. I can’t explain why I need them to stop without risking their exploitation of me for ratings. They uncover the truth—my deal with the hypnotherapist—and turn it into a front-page story. Gleefully, they reveal my triggers: texts and calls. For maximum suspense, they leak my phone number one digit per day on air, inviting the public to “test” hypnotherapy’s power. Each broadcast drives me wild with dread, my phone a ticking bomb. Strangers begin texting, each ping stripping away another layer, forcing me into alleys or bathrooms to obey. I beg friends to stop contacting me, but can’t reveal why, knowing they’ll weaponize it against me. The hypnotherapist revels in my unraveling, his playful taunts stoking the indecent thrill of each near-exposure. Tension builds as I navigate close calls—unbuttoning at work , stripping during catholic church service while everyone's eyes are closed in prayer. My cheeks stay flushed, my body quivers at the thought of the next trigger. I scramble to anticipate texts and calls, but the randomness keeps me off-balance. The power play between us crackles: my drive to humiliate him clashes with his slow, deliberate exposure of me. My friends’ playful betrayal at the station, chasing ratings, heightens my desperation. As the final digit of my number airs, the city’s texts flood in, and I face the ultimate test of managing my spontaneous indecency, humiliated yet electrified by the hypnotherapist’s victory and my own total, public & undeniable surrender broadcasted for all the world to see in broad daylight.
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- 12 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 1st Person, Female
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Relic of change by Skogman
A man, called Richard, comes across an object which can change different aspects of people to be one of any archetype he can think of.
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- 12 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 3rd Person, Male
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The Hypnotherapist by joseph4668
I’m a tenacious blonde journalist, determined to expose hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: Dr. Victor Kane, a world-renowned hypnotist whose reputation precedes him. Confident in my skepticism, I strike a bold deal with him—if he can’t hypnotize me to do whatever he wants for as long as he chooses, I’ll use my platform to debunk his craft. But if he succeeds, it’ll prove hypnotherapy’s power and serve as a global advertisement for his industry. I’m certain I’ll win. Under the dim glow of his office, Kane’s voice weaves a spell I can’t resist. I sink into a deep trance, unaware of the command he implants: every time my phone rings, I’ll strip completely naked, no matter where I am, and strut through public spaces with my arms raised high, exposing myself for a full hour. The trigger is unbreakable, etched into my subconscious. The first call comes during a crowded press conference. My phone buzzes, and before I can stop myself, my clothes hit the floor. I parade through the stunned crowd, arms up, body bare, a spectacle for all to see. My colleagues, sensing a viral story, gleefully dial my number during live broadcasts, at galas, in busy city squares—each ring stripping me of dignity as cameras flash and headlines scream. The world watches my humiliation, and my own newsroom profits from the coverage, turning my ordeal into their gain. , I beg Kane to undo the trance. He refuses, his smirk reminding me of our deal. I ditch my phone, but it doesn’t matter—the trigger persists. Any call to my number, from anywhere, sets me off. I strip in parks, malls, even during interviews, leaving my clothes behind as I march naked, helpless, for an hour each time. When the trance lifts, I’m left scrambling, often finding my clothes stolen, forcing me to navigate the city exposed, again and again. The world knows my shame, my career is in tatters, and yet, a strange thrill pulses through me each time I obey the trigger—a secret I can’t admit, even to myself.
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- 4 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 1st Person, Female
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Before Court: A Campus Court Story by Thehypno7ist
Aiden obtains a device that makes his voice more persuasive. He uses his newfound ability to get back at the people who've wronged him.
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- 9 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 3rd Person, Male
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Whispers of the Veil by Tangled_Tales
Born into nobility, Prince Elion of the Moonshade Enclave is a shy, soft-spoken elf ill-suited to the expectations of royal masculinity. When he is sent to the prestigious Academia Arcanum, a powerful school run under strict matriarchal traditions, Elion must navigate a world where assertive women rule, and delicate, obedient men are considered ornamental at best. Mistaken for a noble daughter due to his soft voice, flowing hair, and feminine grace, Elion finds himself drawn deeper into a web of confusion, humiliation, and slow, sensual surrender. Faced with constant embarrassment, growing desire, and the overwhelming authority of his female peers and instructors, Elion begins to question the rigid boundaries of his identity. As his resistance falters, will he hold on to the last shreds of his princely pride, or yield fully to the silken chains of submission?
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- 23 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fantasy
- 3rd Person, Male
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Shared Experience by Mr Nice Guy
What if, one day, for some reason, reality started to change so that everyone started having the same experiences, the same bodies, the same personalities? Sounds like a big change, right? Let's see!
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- 17 Chapters Deep
- English
- Transsexual
- 3rd Person, Both
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SMOTHER FIGHT KO by jean colby
After a long heated argument the professional lady wrestler agrees to a no tap out fight with a smother ending. Her opponent is also a wrestler, an erotic smother fighter, not trained in the fake show moves but a tough street fighter type of girl. They had both eyed each other up, they looked evenly matched. The same height, about five seven, weight one thirty, muscular, six pac abbs, they walked around the room they had rented at the local gym, weighing each other up. Rita, the pro wrestler, stared at Mary her opponent, she was wearing a white bikini thong, it stretched tight against her large tits showing her long nipples pushing outwards against the thin material. Rita noticed Mary's tight hard ass, the thin strip of material pulling slightly inwards between her ass cheeks. At the front a large lump pushed outwards, hidden inside the thong but clearly revealing where her clit was. The bikini thong pulled inwards between her pussy lips pushing them apart making them look like two small weenies side by side. Mary was watching Rita. She noticed how well worked out she looked, her well defined muscles glistening under the bright lights. Her ass looked rock hard, Mary saw her bend over to pick something out of her bag. She saw the bikini slide right up between her ass and noticed the thick bulging pussy lips spread apart as the bikini pulled tight inwards. Rita turned around and threw a plastic bag on the floor, "this is a smother fight, right". Mary also threw a plastic bag on the floor, "well well" she said "It looks like a plastic bag smother ending". Mary pulled a rabbit vibrator and a pair of handcuffs out of her bag and tossed them onto the floor "this will make it a real smother fight ending. "Remember" she said, there will be no tap outs, and these handcuffs will make sure there is no escape for the loser, agreed. Rita looked at Mary wide eyed, her voice was weak and sounded dry, "I agree".
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- 3 Chapters Deep
- English
- BDSM
- 2nd Person, Female
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Where the Veil Blooms by Firstup
In a forgotten lab beneath a dead city block, Dr. Hal Vire swallowed salvation and called it science. The pill he created cured him—but not in the way he intended. It opened a door. It whispered. It bloomed. And others followed. Now, Veilbuds spread like seeds in the wind, offering clarity, strength, beauty, and madness. Those who take them change. Some become gods' tools. Some become gods’ prey. One among them—Alex—hears the last voice. Slaanesh does not command. It seduces. It reshapes. And it always gets what it wants. The bloom has begun. There is no going back.
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- 11 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fetish
- 3rd Person, Both
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Kuromi Says by Carnage
On a mission to deliver a birthday cake and an unusual gift, Brief brings a magical Kirumi plush to Panty and Stocking’s apartment—unaware that the toy’s lewd voice has the power to make everything it says happen. [Crosspost from ao3]
- 5 Likes
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- 19 Chapters Deep
- English
- Humor & Satire
- 3rd Person, Male