Lethe's Share House Taeover

Lethe's Share House Takeover

Topic: Mind Control

Tags: Goon, Gooning, Gooner, hypnosis, femdom, msub

Part 1

Queen Anne Street was not a quiet part of town. Within ten minutes walk of the university, the landlord had figured out years ago that he could make a fortune renting his properties as share houses to students. Almost overnight the area had become synonymous with late night parties and drunken freshmen streaking naked down the road. As it was, the three students who had moved into number 24 a month earlier felt right at home.

The three men had befriended each other in their first year of college, and now in their second had moved out of the dorms and into a place of their own. Number 24 was hardly a grand home, but the three friends each had their own private rooms at last, and that was enough.

A few weeks into their second year and it was a morning like any other. Andy, a sandy-haired man whose stumbled chin made him look older than his 19 years, was in the kitchen, cooking up some rounds of toast for his friends. Drawn by the smell, it was not long before the others showed up. First to arrive was Gary, a shy and quiet guy who had grown a ponytail in an effort to look more cool and failed. He was followed by Zack, an athletic football player who was by far the most out-going and sociable of the group. Of the three he was the only one who had already brought a girl back to their new place, and had kept the others up by loudly fucking all night long (for which he was unapologetic the following day).

The kitchen was a small room, and the tiny table in its centre could barely seat the three of them, but the three friends shared the space as best they could as they wolfed down their breakfast. "You guys heading to the campus this morning?" asked Zack as he reached for the orange juice.

"Yeah," said Andy. "I don't have classes this morning but I want to hit the library."

"Understood," said Zack. "Gary?"

The quiet man shook his head. "Uh, no," he said. "I've got an essay to write."

"Fair enough," said Zack, "but you'll join us later, right? We were going to meet for lunch?"

"Oh, yeah, right," said his friend. "I'll meet you at the cafeteria, yeah?"

"Right," said Zack. "Just don't be late. We know how carried away you get watching porn on your computer."

"I'm not going to watch porn!" protested Gary as the others laughed. "I've really got an essay!"

"Uh-huh," said Andy, throwing Zack a knowing grin. "Right."

Gary looked indignant and annoyed, but said little else as they finished up their breakfast. Soon enough, Andy and Zack were headed out to the college, leaving Gary to clean up and do the dishes.

By the time he was done the others were gone, leaving Gary in the house alone. Glad of the peace and quiet, he climbed the stairs and walked into his room. It was the smallest of the three bedrooms in the house, with barely enough space for a bed, a closet, and a desk area where he kept his books and laptop. Still, it was enough for Gary, who had already made the room his own by plastering the wall with posters of naked pornstars.

Gary sat down and opened his laptop, determined to get some work done. He had started the essay just the day before, and only managed to type one sentence before getting distracted. Perhaps it was his own fault, for he had stuck a poster of Angela White right above his desk. Gary's gaze drifted to it now, inevitably running his eyes over her gorgeous ass, and mused that he really needed to take it down, else he might never get any work done this semester. Already he could feel his dick stirring, and the thought of a quick wank before he began typing danced in the back of his mind...

"No, not today!" said Gary aloud, and with supreme effort of will tore his eyes from the poster and to his screen. When he met his friends for lunch it would not be having proved them right about watching porn!

Focusing up, Gary spent the next half hour being genuinely productive. His essay, which was about the Cold War politics of Europe, advanced nicely, but then he hit a wall. The topic was so big, and as he thought about all the options available, Gary stalled. He needed to hone in on one specific part of the assignment, but what? Seeking advice, he logged in to the college forums and went to see if anyone else from Professor Hambly's class was having the same problem.

Just a few checks and yes, Gary was not alone in his confusion. There were plenty of posts by others who were lost and did not know where to start, though a lot of them had various conflicting and unhelpful suggestions. Just as Gary was about to give up and try to muddle through alone, he happened to scroll down to some of the older, little-visited threads, and spotted one that might be promising. Posted by someone from last year's class, the thread contained an audio file recording of Professor Hambly giving notes and feedback on the previous year's essays. Elated at the hope of some insight as to where his predecessors had gone wrong, Gary eagerly downloaded the file and hit play.

"Well hello," purred an insanely sexy female voice that was certainly not that of their professor. "Welcome to Lethe's relaxation audio. Perfect for those of you feeling overwhelmed by the stress of your studies or your jobs. Let's put all those worries and fears aside, shall we? Relax and listen as I guide you to a peaceful place where you can centre and refocus yourself."

Gary shook his head. Someone had certainly uploaded the wrong file! A shame, for if it had indeed been a recording of last year then his problems would have been solved. Annoyed by his bad luck, he moved the cursor over to the audio and was about to end the playback when he found himself hesitating.

"Just listen to my words," urged the smooth and oddly seductive voice. "Just listen. My words are soft and calming, and it is so easy to listen to them. Focus on what I'm saying. Let my voice relax and reassure you. Let me lead you away from your worries and your stress, and follow my voice to a land of peace."

Gary paused, his finger hovering over the mouse, and then slowly he let go of it. There was something oddly pleasant about this woman's voice, and he found himself strangely taken with it. Even if it was the wrong file, Gary was beginning to feel like it was worth a listen. A little guided meditation to ease his stress might just be what he needed.

"Breathe deeply," continued the woman, "in... and out... in... and out... Very good. Breathe in the calm, and breathe out the stress. Each exhale comforts you and brings you peace. In goes the calm... and out goes the stress... Feel your worries and concerns fading as you breathe deeply and focus ever more on my voice. Allow Lethe to give you this break from the tribulations of life. You need it, so just let it happen. Yes, that's it. Can you feel yourself getting more relaxed? I bet you can..."

To his surprise, Gary really could feel it! As he breathed deeply and listened more, he could feel his worry about the essay getting dimmer and more distant. More than that, his whole body was starting to sag and he was sitting easier, only now realizing how tense he had been physically as well as mentally. Whoever this Lethe was, she was good! And wow, that voice! Did she know how sexy she sounded?

For another minute or two, Lethe guided him through more breathing, encouraging Gary to get more and more relaxed, and he followed her seductive voice deeper and deeper into the calm that she offered. Eventually she said, "very good. You've been doing so well for me. So good at following Lethe's relaxing voice. Oh, but there's something more, isn't there? My voice is not just soothing and calming, is it? I bet you think my voice is sensual too, don't you? Mmm, yes, so effortlessly smooth and sexy. It's okay if you do. If you find my voice seductively hot, then just say so. Does my voice sound irresistible to you? Say 'Yes, Lethe.'"

"Yes, Lethe," said Gary, though his voice was a little slow and lethargic from all the calming breathing he had been doing. Speaking, and indeed thinking, seemed oddly tricky.

"Good boy," said Lethe a moment later, and Gary felt tingle of pleasure run through him as she said it. As if knowing this, the sensual voice went on, "yes, my approval feels good, doesn't it? You like hearing Lethe call you a good boy. It turns you on. Yes, it's okay. I like that you are growing aroused. You are calm, you are relaxed, and increasingly you are growing horny. Being horny for Lethe makes you a good boy..."

Again Gary felt himself shudder in delight as she called him a good boy, and he felt his cock begin to twitch in his pants.

"Yes, such a good boy for me," she continued, her voice somehow growing even hotter and more seductive. "Just sitting there, hanging on my every word. My voice just so irresistible. And why would you want to resist? When I can make you so calm, so relaxed. Oh, and I bet I know how you could really put those fears and worries to rest. Something you could do right now that would feel amazing if you did it with my sensual voice whispering in your ears. You know what that is, don't you? Yes, good horny boys know exactly what I'm talking about. So why don't you pull out that cock for me and begin touching yourself!"

Gary immediately started fumbling with his pants, pulling them down enough to free his semi-erect dick. Just a few strokes, however, combined with Lethe's encouragement, and he was soon fully erect.

"That's it," she said approvingly as if she could see him, "fap that cock into life and get it nice and hard for me. I want you to be achingly erect, so that each stroke for me brings you indescribable joy. Can you do that for me, my good boy? Can you get harder than you've ever been for Lethe?"

"Yes!" gasped Gary, now pumping his dick and feeling the pleasure of his masturbation grow. There was something powerful about Lethe's voice, and he found himself eager to comply.

"Oh very good!" enthused Lethe. "Stroke for me! Stroke for my voice and let each word I say make you fap harder! Yes, that's it. Don't resist, don't fight it. Just surrender to my voice and let me guide your hand as you pump for me. Up and down, up and down. Jerking so well for Lethe. Jerking... but not cumming. Cumming is bad. If you cum then your head clears and all the stress and worries come back. You don't want that, do you? No, of course not. You like being in this head space. Hot and horny and free of stress. Your mind empty of fears. Your mind empty of everything except my voice. So you cannot cum. Good boys do not cum. And you are a good boy, aren't you? Tell me. Tell me that you are a good boy and you will not cum."

Lethe's words were stronger now, and they seemed to flow straight into Gary's mind with less and less resistance. Saying what she told him to was easy. "I am a good boy..." he repeated dumbly, breathing heavily as he fapped, "and I will not cum."

"That's right, you won't," said Lethe. "Always fapping, never cumming. Gooning. Gooning for Lethe. The more you jerk and stroke and goon, the more the pleasure builds. Let it consume you, my pet. Feel the pleasure push out every thought until you go mindless. Yes, mindless. Mindless is best. Worries and stress come from thinking and worrying too much. An empty mind is a calm and relaxed mind. So the best way to unwind is to literally goon your brains out! Don't worry. Lethe is here to make sure that nothing bad happens while you go mindless. I am your goon Goddess, and you can trust me. Say it. Say you trust Goddess Lethe."

"I trust you..." moaned Gary, jerking rhythmically, "Goddess Lethe!" Her words were echoing in his empty mind now, the only thoughts in his head coming from her and not from himself. Not that it mattered. Gary was content to let Lethe think for him now...

"Good boy," said Lethe. "Keep gooning, my pet. Stroke and pump and fap yourself stupid! Moan for me obscenely as you get lost in the feel of your cock in your hand. Relish this feeling, gooner. Every jerk makes the pleasure grow, and with my help you will avoid the horror of cumming and ending it. Never cum, but you can edge, my pet. Edge for Goddess Lethe! Feel the pained ecstasy of denial and edge!"

Gary moaned aloud as he did just that, bringing his insanely pleasured cock to the brink of orgasm but, compelled by Lethe's increasingly controlling voice, unable to cum. "Nnnggghhh!" he groaned, eyes wide and mouth agape.

"Yes, doesn't that feel amazing, my pet?" said Lethe, and he could almost hear the amused smile behind her voice. "This is the bliss of the goon trance! Each edge kills more of those pointless braincells that you don't need. Your mind just stops you feeling more pleasure, so edge it away! Stroke yourself utterly stupid! It will feel so good, I promise, and you can feel this way for as long as you want. Just edge for me again and again and again. All you need is your cock in your hand and Goddess Lethe's voice in your ears. Surrender to it, gooner. Surrender to me! This is where your hand belongs, so I want you nice and addicted to fapping. And addicted to me. Yes, lost and addicted. A mindless gooner for Goddess Lethe. Say, my pet. Say you are Goddess Lethe's mindless gooner."

Gary had long passed the point of no return, and did not hesitate as he spoke as she commanded. "I am Goddess Lethe's mindless gooner..." he intoned, and then moaned as another mind-melting edge tore through him.

"Wonderful, my pet," said Lethe. "You are such a good boy for your goddess. And you could be more. You could be my slave if you wanted. Would you like that, pet? Yes, you would. Tell me that you want to be Goddess Lethe's slave!"

"I want to be Goddess Lethe's slave," said Gary, still fapping mindlessly and too far gone to even try to resist.

"Excellent," said Lethe. "Now, keep gooning with one hand, and use the other to navigate to the internet. I'm going to direct you to my website, and the countless mind-melting audios that it contains. There's a veritable library there, my pet, to erase your mind and leave you nothing more than a gooning, obedient mess. You're going to break for me, my pet. And when I'm done fucking your mind, you're going to be my devoted, conditioned, and worshipful slave. Doesn't that sound amazing?"

"Yes, Goddess Lethe," said Gary, and kept fapping as he typed in the address that she then told him.

He had the whole morning to brainwash himself for his Goddess, and knew that she wanted him to start right away.