Rachel closed her door tightly, then 'accidentally' left a towel wedged up against the door so that her roommate couldn't wander in. Not that she was really worried about her roommate not respecting her privacy, but Rachel took a few extra precautions when she was going to be at the computer for a while. She didn't want anyone thinking she was some sort of weird pervert with a kinky fetish.
She slipped out of her dress and put a second towel down on the seat of her computer chair, then pulled up her web browser. Within moments, she'd signed in to KinkLife, and was browsing through her feed. The first picture was an animated gif of a woman on her knees, furiously masturbating while a massive cock plowed in and out of her mouth in what seemed like an endless repetition. A caption below it read, "After a few sessions of reprogramming, Slave Thirteen was now happy to accept her new role as cocksucker."
Rachel didn't know from fetish, but she knew what she liked.
She leaned back in her chair, her fingers comfortably resting between her thighs as she scrolled through more items. Every once in a while, she clicked 'Like' or 'Repost' on a particularly hot picture, or a little piece of flash fiction that caught her attention, but she wasn't even ready to take her panties off yet. She had the night off from work, she was a week ahead on her reading for class, and she'd even managed to get the dishes done so her roommate wouldn't come knocking. Rachel had hours of pleasure to look forward to, and she was determined to savor every second.
She went back through her news feed a bit more, stopping every so often to follow someone whose posts pushed her buttons particularly hard or to unfollow someone who was posting things that she was majorly not into. She had cultivated a pretty good selection of regulars by now who reliably posted things that were reliably up her alley (er, so to speak, she thought to herself with a tiny blush...) but she was always happy to find someone new who shared her kink. So when SpiralGurl led her to Mindless1, and when Mindless1 led her to PrettyPinkNothing, she happily followed along. And of course, Rachel (or 'Indoctrin8d' as she went by on KinkLife) had her own followers who checked out the things she reposted, even if she rarely felt confident enough to add her own words.
So it wasn't too surprising when SubtleSlut posted a new caption to her feed by someone she hadn't seen before. It was a little bit more surprising to see her add at the end, "OMGOMGOMG GoneTooDeep is on KinkLife WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME THIS?" Rachel decided to pay a little bit more attention to this one.
She looked at the picture. It was definitely hot-the woman in the picture was lying back on the bed with her eyes closed, and her legs were spread wide with a man thrusting into her. Rachel had to admit that she would probably enjoy looking at a sleepy girl like that even without any words to go with it. Then she read the caption:
"Your cock is a sleepy cock," she said quietly as he slid into her, already deep in trance just from the sight of his dick. "Every time it fucks me, I go deeper."
"That's right, good girl," he said, thrusting into her. She felt her body relaxing as though she'd been drugged. "Every time my cock slides out..." he pulled back, and she sighed in relaxation. "You feel your resistance going out with it. Every time my cock goes in..." He angled his thrust to rub against her clit, and she felt a deliciously drowsy pleasure wash over her. "My control sinks in deeper."
"Deeper," she said. She gazed up at him with eyes that were no more than a quarter of the way open, struggling to lift her eyelids for just a moment longer so that she could watch him fuck the rest of the resistance out of her. "...your control...sinks in deeper..."
"That's a good girl," he said, pumping into her again and again and again as her eyes rolled up so that only the whites showed. "You're getting so sleepy for me, more and more drowsy the more I fuck your will away. And when your eyes close..."
"I will be completely in your power," she whimpered. She was so close to cumming, but she knew that when she came she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes open any longer and she'd have to give in to him. She just had to resist a little longer, just keep her eyes open until...until...
Until she came, she realized. Then she'd be able to close her eyes and give in completely to his power, just like she'd always wanted. It all made so much sense now. Her last sight was his cock, sliding deep into her pussy one last time as her orgasm hit.
Rachel shivered as the words sank in. Okay, that was nice. That was very nice in a 'squeeze your legs together and whimper' kind of way. She read it again, tracing her fingers over her fabric-covered pussy and noticing that her panties were definitely a little bit damp in places. She decided to click through to GoneTooDeep's blog page.
As it turned out, there were quite a few caption stories on there, and Rachel lost a good twenty minutes just reading through each one in turn. And liking them, and reposting them, and following GoneTooDeep, and going back into her favorites list and reading a few of them again because they stuck in her brain...somewhere along the line, her fingers nudged aside her panties to give her a little bit more intimate access to her pussy, but she definitely didn't care. This wasn't just hitting every single one of her pervy fetish buttons, it was hammering on them. Even the ones that were femdom or lesbian hit that sweet spot of total, blissful obedience that made her wet every single time.
And there were also some true stories on there. Rachel's libido went into overdrive reading that. As hot as it was to fantasize about being hypnotized and turned into someone's obedient cocksucking sex slave, Rachel hadn't really ever thought about it as something that could actually happen. But GoneTooDeep described hypnosis with a comfortable intimacy that made it clear that he'd actually experienced it several times, both as a subject and as a hypnotist. Which meant that when he wrote about brainwashing someone, then...Rachel actually shook in the chair at the thought.
She noticed that his linkroll mentioned a story page, and she decided to click on that as well. It felt like she was going down a rabbit hole, finding new links that led her further and further away from her usual haunts and into a whole world of porn that felt like it could have been written just for her. Every single story was all about brainwashing, sometimes hypnosis and sometimes other fantasies from magic to nanites to mind control rays, and they all made it sound so hot and sexy that Rachel's fingers were almost wrinkling from her pussy juices. She glanced at the clock, realizing with a start that she'd already spent almost three hours just going from story to story to story and letting her body drift along on a tide of sensual heat as she read. She was going to spend weeks on this site, she already knew it.
A thought popped into Rachel's mind, and she tabbed back over to KinkLife. Her feed refreshed, showing a few new pictures, but Rachel couldn't help being more interested in the 'Chat' button in the corner of the screen. Because if GoneTooDeep was posting pictures to the site, she could send him a direct message. Just to thank him for giving her so much reading material to look forward to, she told herself. Just to give him a little encouragement. Everyone always said that smut writers needed to hear from their fans more, right?
She opened a chat window, and before she could stop herself, she messaged him with, "I love your work!" A few seconds later, almost astonished by her own boldness, she followed it up with, "I want to help inspire it, too."
It felt like she stared at the text box for ages, but the timestamp suggested it was less than two minutes before the response. "And what kind of story do you think you would inspire?" he said, following it up with a little winking smile.
Rachel felt a surge of heat wash through her body. This was really happening, she told herself. She was sharing her sexual fantasies about being brainwashed into obedience with someone who could maybe actually sort of kind of do it a little bit. She felt a furious blush sting her cheeks, and she was suddenly grateful he couldn't see it. "A story of a girl going into deep deep deep deep deep submission," she typed, hitting enter before her brain could overrule her body.
The response practically gave her body a permanent majority vote. "Going blank and mindless, losing all your thoughts and your will as you stare at hypnotic words and play with yourself... Was that the kind of thing you wanted to inspire?"
