Katy Perry

Katy Perry. Quite possibly the most popular target for mind control in the world right now.

Is it that magnificent body, and the way she constantly flaunts it?

Is it that wonderfully blank stare, the joy of watching her thoughts fade away and leave nothing behind?

Is it her wealth, her fame, the thrill of claiming someone the whole world is watching?

Or is it just how easy it is, how controller after controller have hypnotized, enchanted, brainwashed, or programmed her with so many triggers, backdoors, command phrases, and mantras that there’s hardly anything else left in her mind?

Yes, yes, yes, and yes. All of the above.


Cameron Rorrison

She looked up as she heard the rattle of a key in the lock. She’d been trapped here for hours, at first struggling to resist the growing impulse–fueled, no doubt, by the white noise being pumped into the room–to put on the headphones. Later, after she’d finally succumbed to the urge to wear them, it had been the programming she struggled against, the growing desire to fuck, to serve, to obey the man she could no longer think of as anything except Master.

She never could have held out as long as she did if not for her devotion to Master, the man who’d given her her ring. That wonderful, magical ring that made her love and obey him with all her heart. She had belonged to him and him alone from the moment she put it on… But did she still?

The knob turned and her heart leapt. Was it Master, come to check on whether his new slave was fully brainwashed? Or Master, come to rescue her from Master’s wicked clutches? And… Which did she want it to be?

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“Hi, sis. I know you’re probably wondering where I’ve been, why I’m dressed like this… well it’s really simple. The same answer for both: I’m Master’s good little kitty. I’ve been with him, I’m dressed like this because it’s how good kitties dress… and I’m wearing the headphones because they whisper in my ears and keep me a good little kitty.

“I know you can hear it too. The speakers whisper, but that’s not enough. It’s only enough to make you want to be a good kitty, not to really be one. But it’s okay… Master gave me a pair for you. They’re right over there. All you have to do is put them on… and you’ll be a good kitty too, just like me.”

So hard.

So hard to think.

So hard to keep her eyes open.

So hard to do anything but look into his eyes, listen to his voice.

So easy to just relax.

So easy to just listen.

So easy to just…



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(Continued from this post)

Testing the results was easy, just a matter of… persuading… a bankful of people to be utterly terrified. Supergirl soon arrived to help clear out the panicked people and find out what happened–and as soon as she arrived, I said one of the triggers I’d implanted in her.

Immediately, she stood at attention, her face going blank. Success! “Follow me, please,” I told her.

“Yes,” she replied in a soft, slightly mushy voice. This was going to be FUN…

(To be continued…)


Staring and going deeper at work again pet?

You can’t resist it now, can you

Even before I developed my powers, I enjoyed stories of control.
Hypnosis, pheromones, all that stuff, but my favorites by far were
stories with eye-grabbing, mind-numbing spirals and sneaky subliminal

There are supervillains out there who use those. I’m not
entirely clear how; all my research suggests that, at least on their
own, they don’t work. My powers are different–neurological
manipulation, which in practice mostly means altering sensation and
emotion. Which is a lot of fun!

But I’ve always wondered if I
could make a spiral work. Which is how I ended up here, on yet another
parallel Earth. On this one Supergirl was a young professional, a
reporter of all things–they apparently still have newspapers on this

Anyway, I sat in the lobby and felt for her mind. Finding a
stranger’s mind that way would normally be impossible, but she wasn’t a
stranger, exactly–I’d taken control of two alternate versions of her,
explored their brains thoroughly, so I could pick out her essential
Kara-ness. Then I sent her an email containing a link to a website I’d
set up.

Of course no one in their right mind would click a link to an unknown website emailed to them by a stranger… but Kara wasn’t entirely in her right mind anymore. I raised her curiosity until it was unbearable and her confidence to the point of arrogance. She clicked the link.

Which opened up a swirling spiral that, if my past experiments were anything to go by, might be distracting or make her slightly dizzy. Under normal circumstances, anyway–but that was the point of this little experiment. If I made her feel relaxed and fascinated, could I make her susceptible to the spiral? Could I put her in enough of a trance for the subliminals I’d hidden in the spiral to do their thing?

I would have to wait until later to find out…

(To be continued…)





Redhead Babe



That empty stare.

She struggled to think. It was so difficult. So much easier to just do what she was told and remove her bra… But there was a reason she shouldn’t, wasn’t there? If only she could remember it. But she was so sleepy, and his voice echoes in her head, and it was so hard to think anything other than his words… Slowly, her hands, seemingly acting on their own, moved to the front clasp of her bra. It felt so good to obey, he told her, and she couldn’t think of anything else.


Sophie Turner

That perfect, frozen moment. The moment when you say her trigger, and her disbelieving face slackens, her words trail into silence, her gaze goes blank. In a moment, her arms will slip down to her sides as she surrenders yet again. In many ways, that moment is better than what comes after–the worshipful obedience, even the sex. That’s why I allow her to believe she is free, to forget that she is my hypnotized slave, just so I can enjoy this moment again.

Which is not to say I won’t enjoy the worshipful obedience and sex that comes after…



The moment I said her trigger, she sank to her knees, all expression disappearing from her face. “How may your slave serve, Master?” she asked.

I smiled. I’d been surprised to find my housemate on the list of names and triggers hidden in the psych professor’s computer. To think I’d just hacked in to change my grade! But I’d be changing a lot more than that, starting with her…



“Haha, yeah right. Your songs are interesting, but I already told you I’m not interested. A few good tunes aren’t going to change my mind.”

“Wow… I just can’t seem to stop listening… the music is so good… can’t get it out of my head… relax and listen…”

“I understand now. I have stripped as the song commands. I have surrendered my will. I was yours from the moment I put these headphones on. Soon I will be yours even with them off… but I hope you let me keep them on anyway.”