joseph4668
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The Set Up by joseph4668
A man started dating a new women and she invited him over to her place one saturday morning. She planed with her friends to set him up for a humiliating ordeal for the fun of doing it to him. She acted like she wanted a relationship but had just gotten on the dating site to find a hot guy to humiliate for fun. Her and her friends planned to get his consent to being posted online as if if she was wanting to be intimate with him and it was her kink to be on a webcam site with him. Once he consented with her recording his consent little did he know what she could do to him. She tied him up, but then went and got dressed. Her friends came out from hiding with cameras and lighting and they live streamed him to a public local popular site that geo targets all women on the site in his area automatically showing it in all of their social feed. Tens of thousands of women in his city would see it the first 12 hours and he could not legally do anything about it. They laughed and tickled him and told him the law allowed any online posting once he consented and he could not legally revoke consent. The made a spectacle of him for the next 6 hours thrilled at the chance to have such power over a man.
- 1 Likes
- 541 Views
- 3 Chapters Deep
- English
- Uncategorized
- 3rd Person, Male
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Humiliation Campaign by joseph4668
A beautiful blonde haired woman goes to a world naked bike ride and gets herself into an impossible situation. Videos of her show up online and old highschool enemies decide to send her name into an automated website that is designed to conduct a and humiliation campaign on the targeted person forever for 1 dollar. She is blackmailed into doing more public stunts increasing the amount of material it has on her to further her with. The enemies laugh histerically as they get updates on how things are going. The poor shy exhibitionist is to live out her most horrifying and orgasmic nightmare forever as she desperately tries to mitigate the blackmails threats getting herself into more and more exposure without mercy.
- 12 Likes
- 1,848 Views
- 2 Chapters Deep
- English
- Exhibitionist & Voyeur
- 2nd Person, Female
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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.
- 47 Likes
- 7,967 Views
- 4 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 1st Person, Female
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Desperation by joseph4668
A ruthlessly attractive 23 year old male closet exhibitionist is found out by his small group of friends. The woman in the group convince the rest of the group to all agree to help enforce any thing the group comes with, no matter how embarrassing it is. Since he secretly wants it, then it's okay to have fun with him. This was generally the group consensus. The friend group would read Joseph's journal and hint at fantasies he wrote about. After hysterical brainstorming amongst the four woman in the group, they would throw Joseph into orchestrated situations to strip him of all dignity, clothes and control. The group of fun loving friends treats Joseph like an ongoing inside joke and even gossips about him to everyone behind his back after reading his journal where Joseph wrote scripts of his sexual fantasies of exhibitionisim.
- 47 Likes
- 4,080 Views
- 16 Chapters Deep
- English
- Exhibitionist & Voyeur
- 1st Person, Male
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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.
- 38 Likes
- 6,881 Views
- 12 Chapters Deep
- English
- Mind Control
- 1st Person, Female
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Vacation gone wrong by joseph4668
Agent Fox escapes capture
- 8 Likes
- 1,953 Views
- 2 Chapters Deep
- English
- Exhibitionist & Voyeur
- 1st Person, Female
