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  1. Agent 4 Guards her Crotch by Smoov

    3 days ago

    A spy must defend a data drive while protecting her crotch from attacks.

    7 Likes
    1,324 Views
    4 Chapters Deep
    English
    BDSM
    1st Person, Female
  2. Why my Bully learnt Hypnosis by Thehypno7ist

    1 week ago

    Diego's Mother tries to protect him from his Bully by humiliating him in front of his family. The Bully retaliates using his newly learnt Hypnosis skills.

    185 Likes
    12,330 Views
    8 Chapters Deep
    English
    Mind Control
    3rd Person, Both
  3. The Hypnotherapist by joseph4668

    3 days ago

    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.

    12 Likes
    2,044 Views
    4 Chapters Deep
    English
    Mind Control
    1st Person, Female