"I am a stupid fuck slut, and I need your cock in me!" The gorgeous co-ed lunged at the man who had given her his phone, kissing him hungrily and starting to strip as the video faded to black. Mark realised his hand was on his cock, stroking it as he watched the ridiculous ad -- for ad it was.
It was late on a Friday night, and he'd been browsing mind control porn online -- it was a kink of his, and he'd been looking for something to distract him from sexual desert that was his life right now. There'd been an ad at the bottom of a video, claiming it could give him the power to turn any woman into a slut: Largely out of boredom, he'd clicked on it, to see what kind of bullshit it was peddling.
And so the video he'd just watched: A third party recording a somewhat overweight man approach a cute blonde cheerleader type, ask her what she thought of this music video he'd found: earplugs in, She'd listened to it, her eyes had gone blank: she'd murmured a few things the microphone didn't pick up, and when it ended, headed back his phone, made her declaration, and started stripping for him, begging for his cock.
Hot enough, but what was weirder was underneath -- testimonials -- with pictures of naked, sexy girls being fucked attached, praising the video, saying it really worked. He was pretty sure he recognised some of the girls from other porn he'd watched, so they were clearly fake, right?
But there was a link to the side, to download the video. Following it, it contained strict instructions to make candidates use headphones and watch the video, to only use it somewhere private. That it would not work through a TV or other broadcast medium. And that users should obviously not watch or listen to it themselves. No paywall, it was.. free.
Giving a shrug, he downloaded the Zip file -- he was sure Melissa would get a kick out the stupid things some people believed: He'd studied hypnosis, after all, and knew things like this just don't work.
Thoughts of Melissa made his cock stiffen again -- He reminded himself she just wanted to be friends. A Gorgeous leggy Asian girl who lived in the apartment opposite his own, he'd had a crush on her since she moved in: she'd shut down his first attempt to ask her out, saying she just wanted to be friends. She didn't mind him looking, she said with a smile, but that was all he was gonna get -- she had a long distance relationship she was loyal to. Still, after a fairly drunken party they'd both been invited to when someone else moved into their building, she'd confessed to some pretty filthy kinks, laughing about some of the porn she ended up watching, which had led to her digging into his.. It was a weird thing, but they were both uninhibited, both safe with each other: so comparing notes on some of the sillier things they found had become their thing.
He told his computer to check the file for viruses -- he wasn't a complete dummy -- then scan the system as was his habit after a deep porn dive, before going to sleep. If it all checked out in the morning, He'd take a look at it.
After a deep night's sleep, dreaming of that 'brainwashed' co-ed begging to be his slave, he woke with a yawn, fetching his morning coffee -- wake-up ritual was not to be denied -- and smiling as he saw his system confirm as clean, bringing up the list of jobs he'd been assigned for today. He was head network admin at one of the local office buildings, and had solved pretty much every problem that actually required him to be on site: He normally had a few hours each day to solve queries or dispatch them to his team to solve, and actually had to show up maybe twice a week: Working from home was never took him more than a few hours to solve, leaving him the rest of the day to relax -- part of the reason he was so bored. It was still better than sitting in the office at work being bored, though. Today was even slower -- just a few tickets to solve or boot to his underlings -- before he was free to open up the zip file and see what the hell it was.
It contained a basic 'readme' file, and a video named 'Funny dance video'. Original. Opening up the readme, it contained the same instructions as the site -- Don't watch or listen to it yourself, make recruits watch it with headphones. Don't try and put it through any broadcast or TV systems -- just a laptop, desktop, or a phone. It noted that the recruit would want to fuck you as soon as the video ended -- so be sure to use it somewhere comfortable -- and that at any point thereafter, he could return her to the slut state just be asking if she was a stupid fuck slut -- noting that in 'slut mode' she would obey his commands, and develop any kinks he told her to. He could also implant basic post-hypnotic suggestions -- such as 'stop wearing underwear' or 'stop using birth control' -- what kinda kinks did the writer have? - when she was in the state, which would always end as soon as their 'session' ended.
Shaking his head at how seriously it was taking things, he glanced at the file -- the metadata told him it was just shy of fifteen minutes long -- and chuckled. He texted Melissa, inviting her over for lunch, mentioning he had a new bit of BS they could laugh over, and she confirmed she'd be there around noon.
Puttering around, making some sandwiches and setting up a cheeseboard, he had just finished up when she knocked: He let her in with a smile, taking in her garb. "How's your day going, Mels?" She was looking gorgeous, as always: Straight black hair falling to bare shoulders, a denim v-neck top that stopped bust above her midriff, a pleated skirt falling to her knees, and brown boots with a mild heel that did distracting things to how she walked: Not that he permitted himself to pay attention to that, however. She just wanted to be friends, so until that changed, that was all they would be.
"Oh, same old, Mark. Nearly finished up the composition for the ad agency, and I have two more mind-numbing jingles to put together by the end of this week, but it pays the bills, right?" taking in the spread he'd laid out, she headed there immediately: He moved to join her, and the conversation quieted as they ate. They fell into a comfortable chat, comfortable in each other's presence -- she was still slightly apologetic for the last friend shed' set him up on a date with, and was promising she's not realised she was quite like that, before she tapped her hand on the table as a memory struck. "Didn't you say you had something to show me?"
