“No,” Ms. Amazing struggled feebly against her archenemy, Dominattie, “…can’t.. let you…win.” 

    Dominattie cackled and grabbed the collar she had just placed around the heroine’s neck. “Let me? Ha! No, Ms. Amazing, this collar means that I’ve already won. Very soon, you’ll be just another one of my mindless slaves.” 

    Ms. Amazing tried to fight it but, in her heart, she knew that her enemy was right. She had lost. She could feel it. She could feel her resolve weakening. The desire to obey growing inside her.

    “Please… I… no….”

    “Oh, I’m afraid so. You can feel it already, can’t you? The need to worship me, to obey me. I can’t wait to have the great Ms. Amazing lapping at my pussy.” Dominattie mocked the defeated hero and threw her to the ground. “You’re going to make a great plaything, slave.” 

    “Y-yes… Mistress… I will obey you.” 

    I can’t believe you, Scott. We haven’t even been broken up for a week and you’re already sleeping with my sister? You fucking suck!

    And the worst part about it is you two didn’t have the guts to tell me. I had to hear it from your sister. She felt bad about you being a total scumbag and thought I deserved to know the truth. Words cannot express how mad I was. I hate you, Scott, and I wanted to make sure you felt it.

    I always did like Katie, though. I still do, in fact. And she likes me a whole lot more now too. She felt bad and ended up inviting me out to her bachelorette party last night. I figured that, since you’re fucking my sister, I should fuck yours. So, I put a little something in her drink to make her nice and suggestible, and brought her back to my place. Oh, and I didn’t stop there. She’s totally devoted to me now. As you can see, I even got her to wear her wedding night lingerie for me. It’s not like she was going to need it anymore.

    Kitty-Kat here is going to be the best pussylicker around by the time I’m done with her. Or… maybe I should name her Karma… since you’re such a little bitch.

    “Babe, can you, like, come in here?”

    “What’s wrong, Hannah?”

    “It’s, um, it’s my boobs.”

    “What about them, babe?

    “Um, they’re, like, all big and round and, mmmm, they’re super sensitive too. I think they’re fake; they kinda feel like fake boobies.”

    “Oh, well, of course they feel like that, silly. You got them done just before the wedding. You said something about being a ‘busty bimbo bride’.”

    “I…I did?”

    “Yeah, you were all excited about it. You said I was too good a man to have a boring, flat-chested wife. 

    “I… um… you are, like, amazing! You totally deserve a super sexy wifey!”

    “Aw, that’s really sweet of you to say, babe. Now, take that honeymoon outfit off. We need to finish fucking the rest of your brains out.”

    “Oh! Like, okay! I wanna be the bimboest bimbo ever for you!” 

    ditzy-dolls

    HK4BLM

    Quick update on Hypnokink for Black Lives Matter: I woke up this morning to a couple more donations. With that, we’ve pushed over $1,500 in total donations. (In fact, we’re only a hair’s breadth from $1,600, which is absolutely wild.) Contributions are coming in more slowly now, but they’re still coming, which is so great to see.

    Thank you all so much. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your generosity - both those of you who’ve donated money to receive this, and those of you who’ve donated content to be a part of it.

    And it’s still available! Remember - we’ve got 77 pages of hypnokink content. We’ve got a just a few minutes shy of a full hour of hypno-themed audio.

    At this point, our list of contributors reads like a who’s who of incredible content creators:

    @ayersl
    ix & @prettynosferatu
    @deeperinmypow
    er
    @hypd
    om
    @bimbosanddol
    ls
    @ditzy-dol
    ls
    @scifiscribbl
    er
    @wry-t
    ur
    @mailcious
    ai
    @tfspla
    sh
    @bimboloveca
    ps
    @rainbow-spir
    al
    @authorsadiethatch
    er
    @lizzidol
    l & @hypno-sandwich
    @thechaosfacto
    rs
    @slave-to-godde
    ss
    @theleeallu
    re

    If you’re interested in being a part of this, all you have to do is donate. The suggested donation is $15 (though our average donation is just over $30, because you are all spectacularly generous and giving people). Throw a little money to a cause around the BLM movement (some great options are here) and send me a screenshot of your receipt. I’ll get you a link to enjoy.

    Again, thank you all for keeping this alive. I know black lives aren’t the top thing on everyone’s social media feeds anymore, but the need is still there. Keep the donations coming, keep spreading the word, keep doing good things for each other. Thank you all.

    bimbosanddolls

    Thank you to everyone who has or is planning on contributing!

    Trophy Wife

    Candace had gone to the salon at Jim’s request. They had discussed it like adults and come to a decision. She was to become Jim’s trophy wife. At first she wasn’t too pleased about the idea but as Jim had explained, He earned so much money that she didn’t need to work and if she were  to be around the house all day he wanted her to spend time looking good and being ready for sex so that she could support him emotionally, in exchange for him supporting her financially. Reluctantly she had agreed, she never was good at arguing with Jim, she just loved him too much.

    She walked in and asked for the trophy wife package. The staff took her over to a computer where she filled out all the forms to say she was happy with the personality changing aspects of the treatment and selecting the more specific parts of the makeover.

    After she had finished she was lead over to have her hair washed and dyed. It took a long while but the staff were great and kept bringing her fruity cocktails, which made her head feel fuzzy. They told her this was normal and it was getting her ready for the personality modifications that she had selected earlier. Soon enough as she was placed under the dryer Candace quickly fell asleep. 

    The the staff turned on the brainwashing part of the dryer and started programming in the subliminal messages, to turn her into the trophy wife she had selected.

    Candi woke up under the dryer feeling very different. She had expected the knowledge of fashion and beauty. The desire to always look her best felt like it was just who she was, as if she had never been any different. As the stylists worked on her hair she was given a catalog of expensive clothes, shoes and jewelry to chose from in order to fill her new wardrobe. She pretty much selected everything, her husband could afford it. Besides that was what he sent her for, to become his trophy wife. Candi giggled to herself, she was such a naughty little gold digger. Jim was such a fool to let her chose her own makeover, she was going to spend so much of that lovely cash.

     Jim arrived home from work that evening to find his wife all dressed up sipping a cocktail out on the patio. She greeted him with kisses on his cheeks, but refused to make out as it would ruin her makeup. Jim was made up with his wife’s new look. it was well beyond what he expected. That night they didn’t have sex as Candi said she was exhausted from the makeover. Little did Jim know she was worn out from screwing the pool boy all afternoon.

    Life went on like this for the next week or so, Candi would always look perfect, but seemed closed off when it came to sex. Jim got worried at this point and rang the salon to check what she had ordered. they sent him a full rundown of her order. While he was looking through it he discovered she had selected the gold digging slut option. He went to find  his wife to ask why she had chosen that option, it was not what they agreed.

    When he found her she was in the bedroom fucking the neighbour, she didn’t even stop when he walked in. Jim couldn’t understand what was going on. Later when Candi was done with her fucking, he confronted her about the option she had chosen. Candi never recalled checking the box for that package, she said it must have been a mistake. Jim demanded she go down to the salon and have it corrected. 

    Candi just laughed “As if I would give up this lifestyle, this week has been the best!” She looked at Jim with scorn and told him she was headed out for a massage then teased him about how she was going to fuck the masseur senseless.

    Jim felt powerless, he had lost his innocent loving wife for this gold digging bitch she had become. The worst thing was it was all his fault.

    ditzy-dolls

    HK4BLM: Content Update #2

    I’m excited to announce another major content addition to Hypnokink for Black Lives Matter, the compendium of hypno, mind control, and bimbofication erotica I’ve been promoting all week. It was already a massive pile of talent, and we’ve now got three new pieces - fantastically hot stories by @slave-to-goddess and @thechaosfactors, and @lizzidoll performing an audio story written by her and @hypno-sandwich. 

    At this point, we’ve got content from:

    @ayersl
    ix & @prettynosferatu
    @deeperinmypow
    er
    @hypd
    om
    @bimbosanddol
    ls
    @ditzy-dol
    ls
    @scifiscribbl
    er
    @wry-t
    ur
    @mailcious
    ai
    @tfspla
    sh
    @bimboloveca
    ps
    @rainbow-spir
    al
    @authorsadiethatch
    er
    @lizzidol
    l & @hypno-sandwich
    @thechaosfacto
    rs
    @slave-to-godde
    ss

    Its 77 pages and twenty minutes of audio. I genuinely couldn’t be prouder of it. And there’s more to come! I’ve got a few more incredible contributors working right now on further additions for next week. So this thing is only going to grow.

    If you want in, all you have to do is make a donation. Our goal is to support the Black Lives Matter movement, in all of its forms. I’ve got some suggestions here. Donate, screenshot your receipt, black out any sensitive info, and send it on to me. I’ll get you a link. The finished project is a google doc, so you’ll have access to all the new stuff as it’s updated.

    I’m incredibly pleased to announce that as I was writing this post, another donation came in. After a couple of very generous contributions today, we just broke a total collection of $1,200! I genuinely don’t have words beyond: holy shit, thank you.

    Please keep donating, keep spreading the word, and keep letting me know if you want to contribute. I’m extremely grateful to everyone who’s been involved with this in any form. Keep it up!

    buildingbettergiggles

    I am honored to have been able to contribute to this project. And it just keeps getting better.

    bimbosanddolls

    Great to see people continuing to add to this! Amazing work everyone! Keep it up!

    ditzy-dolls

    Hypnokink for Black Lives Matter

    Hi everyone.

    I’m proud to officially announce the launch of Hypnokink for Black Lives Matter, a compendium of mind-control themed erotica produced to raise money to support the Black Lives Matter movement.

    Guys, I’m not good at boasting, but seriously - this is really good.

    It’s got stories from some of my favorite writers in the genre. We’ve got @scifiscribbler​ and @hypdom​. We’ve got @tfsplash​ and @bimbosanddolls​. We’ve got @wry-tur​ and @bimbolovecaps and @maliciousai and @deeperinmypower. Though I feel totally outclassed by the company, I’ve got a story in there, too. We’ve even got an audio component, with @ayerslix reading a script by @prettynosferatu. 

    And, we’ve got more to come! I have a few other surprise contributors who needed just a touch more time, and their contributions will be added going forward. This is really a gift that keeps on giving.

    When you contribute, I’ll send you a link to a google doc containing everything. As more content is added, you’ll have access that that as well! It’s already fifty pages of material, and it’s only going to grow.

    To get access, all you need to do is make a donation. Given the size of what you’re getting, I’m setting a suggested donation of $15, but do what feels right to you. Any of the organizations you’ll find here are perfect choices. Some of my fellow contributors also suggested these (1, 2, 3, 4) as options. Really, anything supporting the BLM movement or the opposition of police brutality is fair game.

    Send me proof of your donation and I’ll send you a link. (Please bear with me in terms of response time - I cannot be online at all times and I’m but one mortal man. I promise I’ll get back to you as soon as is possible while juggling other offline responsiblities.)

    I’m so excited to be able to share this with all of you. Please check it out, and please absolutely shower the contributors with the praise they deserve. They rallied around this cause rapidly and without hesitation, and delivered results that blew me the fuck away. I can’t thank them enough, so I need the community to help me do it.

    OK. Get to donating!

    ditzy-dolls

    In 24 hours, we’ve raised a little over $400. That’s pretty amazing.

    Let’s keep it going for day two! Just send me a screenshot of your donation receipt (with any personal details redacted, of course) and I’ll get you the link.

    Keep up the great work, everyone!

    bimbosanddolls

    This is amazing. Keep up the great work everyone!

    Remember to send @ditzy-dolls the screenshot, he has the link and is keeping track of our totals!

    anonymous

    no more racist bullshit

    I agree with you, shades. No more racism would be amazing!

    Now, on the other hand, if you’re suggesting that me wanting to show support for a whole group of people who have been marginalized throughout history is “bullshit,” well you can go fuck yourself and never come back to my blog. 

    I’m not here to pander to asshole white supremacists. 

    “H-hi Stacie, funny running into you here…”  The timid redhead smiled at her bosses trophy wife.  She tried not to let her eyes linger on the other womans curves too long, but it was a losing proposition.

    “Ah, Heather right?  Yeah Gordon dragged me along to this… What even is happening here?”  She motioned around them at the hastily set up booths along the walking path.  Stacie was fully aware of the effect she ws having - it happened a lot, by design.  She certainly didn’t dress to show off her voluptuous figure for fun, so if her husbands geeky little go-fer joined all the men in the area ogling her, then maybe she could use that to her advantage in the future.

    “It’s a swap meet.  Lots of things you can trade for here that you can’t get anywhere else.  Sorry, I told him about it, I didn’t know he’d bring you.  But it’s not all bad - Maybe I can help you make some interesting trades.  I’ve gotten pretty good at it.”  

    The buxom blonde sighed and shrugged, utterly missing the tinge of innuendo Heather had let slip into her last offer.  “Sure, may as well.  Gordon already ran off for something.  But I didn’t bring anything to trade.”  

    “It’s ok, I have some small things we can start with and trade up from there.  Here, you can have these.”  She reached out with surprising speed and cupped the blonde’s breast.  Stacie was so taken aback by the forwardness that she was unprepared for what followed.  A rush of energy welled up within her and concentrated in her chest before emptying through the point of contact with the smaller girls hand.  It left her rocked and bewildered as she took in the unexpected sight of Heather grinning evilly over a huge rack that turned the sweater she wore from conservative to obscene.  

    Remembering the sudden groping, Stacie looked down to see her hand still flat up against her chest.  To her horror, her prized tits were gone.  In their place two modest mounds that weren’t going to be earning her any special favors.  “What the hell?  Where?  How did you…?”

    “I told you, I’ve gotten good at trading for all sorts of things.  I even traded for the power to do that - all I had to give up… was something I wasn’t really using anyway.  Now stop making a scene.”  To her shock, Stacie clammed up and took on a meek posture when the stern command came down.  “Yeah, I made a second trade along with these.” the redhead added, hefting her new assets to emphasize.  “I’ve been looking to trade away my submissive streak for a long time - it’s really strong and held me back, all your confidence seemed a good trade to me.  Now…”

    The terrified Stacie stood passively as her tormenter moved in closer, pressing the breasts that should be hers against her unpadded frame.  Two hands gripped her ass and stroked as the energy once again flooded from her.  She felt the hands were digging in less now - having trouble finding purchase, and she knew what she would see if she looked behind Heather.  What caught her off guard this time, was that her face rather than her chest was pressed against Heathers bust.  Two inches of her long, thick legs and shapely back had migrated as well, causing a four inch drop in her perspective by comparison.

    Being held against the powerful woman, the submissive girl felt strangely good.  Heather seemed happy and being so close to her and feeling her hands on her pathetic body was turning her on just enough that she moaned softly into the soft flesh in front of her as Heather wordlessly began to stroke her hair.  The rush was more subtle this time and had an orgasmic quality to it.  She couldn’t care less when she saw her old blonde locks falling from Heathers pretty head.  Thinking about what was happening was getting harder as she gave up a large share of her intelligence for all of the freckles, scars and blemishes Heather had been carrying.

    Pulling the small and worthless girl back, Heather kissed her causing Stacie to quiver and cum as the pressure of their lips shifted.  “Come on little dummy, let’s find Gordon.  We have one more trade to make and he needs to be there for it.”

    It had been weeks since Chris had heard from his girlfriend, Emily. She had left for what was supposed to be a week in London over a month ago. At the beginning of the trip, she was texting Chris all the time. She’d send pictures and videos and he loved seeing the selfies of her all over the city. Then, after a few days, the messages stopped completely. Chris tried to reach her but his calls and texts went unanswered. His concern growing, he spoke to her family and felt a terrible feeling inside is stomach when they told him that they had also not heard anything from Emily. 

    They called the authorities to file a missing person report. Days turned into weeks as, still, there was no news about Emily. After another month of nothing, Chris was beginning to lose hope and accept the fact that he’d never see his girlfriend again. He sat in his apartment, looking at the engagement ring he had planned to give to her when he picked her up from the airport, and fought back tears. 

    Then, his phone vibrated. Chris used to rush to the phone anytime it went off, hoping to see a message from his girlfriend. Lately, however, his sense of urgency had faded and he half-heartedly picked up his phone. When he saw the number, his heart leapt. It was Emily.

    She had sent a picture. Finally. Something after all this time. He opened the message and was stunned by what he saw. Chris was sure that the girl in the picture was Emily, but it didn’t look anything like the girl he left at the airport. His eyes were immediately drawn to her massive cleavage. Emily was never flat, but she certainly did not have boobs like this. But now, her gigantic breasts appeared to be popping out of her too small pink top. Even her bra seemed unable to contain them.

    That wasn’t the only change he noticed. The girl’s eyes appeared larger and were covered by an excessive amount of makeup. They looked empty, as though the girl had no intelligent thoughts in her head. Her lips were bigger, and coated with a frosted pink gloss that made her look like a slutty nineteen year old. 

    He read the message that came with the text. His eyes unable to believe what they were seeing. “Hey babez, its me, Emily. But, like, me namez Emmy now, ‘right? I met this mad fine gurl and she sorted me out with her boys. It was right epic, and we did a bunch of BMBO and fucked like fuckin’ slags. I was so fuckin’ out of it that they chucked me in their van and brought me to their loft. They kept fuckin’ me right good and feeding me the B. I watched these hot spiral things and the, like, nastiest porn out there ‘cuz they wanted to be like that, right? So now, I’m, like, a real fuckin’ whore and I luv it! I ain’t coming back ever so don’t wait for me, ya know? Jonny says he’ll give ya a good rate if you’re ever down here tho, k? Luv yaz, Emmy!”

    Chris tried to response to her, but Emmy never texted him back. He read the message over and over, trying to find a way to save her. Tears filled his eyes as he thought of the sweet girl he had lost forever. 

    Haley Walden opened the door to the Garnet Hills Sorority Club.

    She held the pink and gold invitation in her hands as she approached the front desk, where Candy, the Sorority’s bubbliest bimbo, was waiting to greet her.

    “Oh! Like, hi there! Welcome to the Garnet Hills Sorority Club! My name’s Candy, ‘cause I’m so sweet! What’s yours?”

    “Hi, I’m Haley. I’ve been hearing really good things about this place and wanted to come check it out.”

    Candy bounced up and down with excitement, “Oh yay! That’s, like, soooo cool that people are sayin’ nice stuff about us! Come on, lemme give you a little tour!”

    The receptionist led Haley down pink, sparkly hallway as she explained all the perks of being a member of the Sorority Club. Gyms, spas, shopping… they really had thought of everything here.

    Haley followed Candy and couldn’t help but feel like she was totally going to belong here. Everything was just extremely girly and pretty, which was right up Haley’s alley. As the live-in girlfriend of one of the wealthiest entrepreneurs in the country, Haley was all about maintaining her “look”. If she wanted to continue being an adorable piece of eye candy, she needed to make sure she was always dressed to impress and showing off her amazing, natural curves. A place like this could really help her develop into true trophy wife material.

    “So,” Candy turned and faced Haley, her boobs jiggling in her blouse as she did, “Whatcha think?”

    “I love it!” Haley said, already planning her next visit.

    “Yay! I’m so happy to hear that!” Candy squealed, giving Haley a big hug. “So, like, whatcha wanna do first?”

    “What do you mean?” she asked.

    “Well, like, all new Sorority Sisters get to, like, try something on their first visit!” the bimbo explained.

    “Oh, ummm,” Haley wasn’t expecting that. “I... I guess I could get a spray tan?”

    “Oh! Good idea! C’mon, I’ll bring you there!”

    Candy took Haley by the hand again and led her to the tanning booths. “Okay, just get yourself all naked,” she bit her lip, thinking about her new friend all sexy and naked, “and when you’re ready just push the button and you’ll be all set!”

    “Thanks, Candy!” Haley smiled at the bubbly blonde and waved as Candy left her.

    In the dressing area, Haley began to get undressed when she heard a voice come from behind another booth.

    “Candy?” Haley asked. “That you?”

    “No, kitten,” the voice purred, “it’s not.”

    The woman that appeared was certainly not the blonde bombshell that had led Haley around the Sorority Club.

    Her fire-red and black hair was put up in pigtails which, considering the rest of her outfit, somehow made this woman seem less innocent. The black latex she wore left little to the imagination and made her pale skin seem almost haunting. She had tattoos all over her body and Haley followed them down until they disappeared under her thigh-high latex boots.

    “Oh, ummm, sorry,” Haley stammered. “Didn’t, um, I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

    “No interruption at all, pet,” the woman said as she stepped closer to Haley, allowing the trophy wife to see the faint white glow in her eyes. “In fact, I’ve been waiting for you.”

    “Umm, I think I should go,” Haley began grabbing her clothes.

    “Nonsense, girl,” she took another step closer and kissed Haley.

    The woman’s lips sent shockwaves through Haley’s brain, totally disarming her. She felt a calm paralysis wash over her as the woman eyed her lustfully.

    “I… I…,” Haley felt her thoughts slipping through her fingers like water.

    The woman put a finger on Haley’s lips, “Shhh, kitten. Just let your mind float away for me now. You won’t be needing it anymore. You see, you’re my perfectly pliant plaything now.” She grinned before continuing, “How rude of me; I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Lisceria and you are my newest pet. You see, dear, I am what you would have called a demon. But, now, you shall call me Goddess. I feed off the lust of you mortals and, in a moment, you shall join me.”

    She kissed Haley again. This time, she drained the helpless girl’s soul from her very lips. Everything that made Haley the person she was faded away as the succubus feasted upon her. Having emptied out her victim, Lisceria admired the expressionless girl in her arms.

    She licked her lips, “You were delicious, darling. So full of life, and mmmmm, so sensual. In fact, I have a wonderful idea for you, slave.”

    Her lips once again met Haley’s. Lisceria began changing her, corrupting her and making her into a lust-fuelled succubus. She had felt Haley’s bubbly demeanor and irresistible charm and decided that they would be her greatest weapons as her obedient, bimbofied thrall.

    Lisceria’s tongue explored Haley’s mouth; her dark magics began to corrupt and remake Haley into her perfect image of lust. Her hair turned an unnatural, platinum blonde. Her bright blue eyes faded, becoming the same empty, white pools that matched Lisceria’s own eyes. But, unlike her Goddess, Haley’s eyes were adorned with pink eyeshadow.  

    The succubus then placed her hands on Haley’s breasts, causing them to balloon outward and taking on an impossibly perky, obviously fake shape. She slid her hands down the sides of her slave’s body, reworking her figure and providing Haley with an hourglass figure to die for. She cupped Haley’s firm bottom, expanding her ass out into a generous bubble.

    Lisceria licked her lips, “Such an alluring little thing you are now. But, I do have one final gift for you, doll.”

    Haley’s nipples hardened as the succubus pinched them. Her breasts became bedazzled as her nipples crystallized. Lisceria watched the light dance along the gems and grinned; this was her finest creation yet. Haley would be her prized possession; a bimbo fuckdoll that she would use to seduce and corrupt mankind.

    Finally, the succubus broke the kiss, “Awaken, my pet.”

    Haley moaned as her Goddess’ words had breathed new life into her. “Yes, Goddess. I shall obey.”