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«The Strike Three Law» by Wilbur
“The Tier III Male Offender Accountability Act”, or popularly “The strike three law”, has been implemented to tackle soaring male crime rates. Any male receiving his third sentence of six months or more in prison would have his clothing and sexual privileges revoked. His entire sentence plus some additional months upon release would be served naked and in chastity. Chris Olson becomes a stanch supporter of the law, but what happens when the law tightens and he himself faces the embarrassment of a strike three sentence?
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- 2 Chapters Deep
- English
- Exhibitionist & Voyeur
- 1st 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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Devil Survivor Girls Gone Sexy by JDKomaeda
After having to save all the world from total ruin thanks to divine intervention multiple times, the women of Devil Survivor can finally relax. Many of them finally get to live the lives they wanted to from the beginning, many of them just return to the life they once were familiar with. But due to the world recognizing them as heroines years after the events of the games, they have to Clark Kent their way through life or deal with rabid fans they never expected to have, and some of them can get a little too feisty. Most of them envy the men for not having to deal with as many perverts. Doesn't help for them that most of them are genuinely sexy though. The story takes place at least three years after the events of both games so even Midori and Airi are old enough to participate.
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- 16 Chapters Deep
- English
- Exhibitionist & Voyeur
- 3rd 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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Humiliation High by BrexitTheBum
Humiliation High is a place of education, akin to a high school or college, where women who are above the age of 18 and have graduated from a prior spot of education may come to for free further education. However, there's a catch involving a natural urge to humiliate among students and even start alongside natural exposes often occuring. We follow the many humiliating storie of it's female only cast, involving many instances of them winding up naked or exposed in public! Alongside that you could probably expect many wedgies to be given out while at the academy, as well as other humiliating situations such as wettings, diaperings, spankings and so much more! Note that as stated in the first paragraph all characters are depicted as 18+
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- 11 Chapters Deep
- English
- Fetish
- 1st Person, Female
