Coffee Break [Mind Control] [Demons] [FF] [Dubcon]

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Cassandra took a seat at the corner table of the Shade Street Cafe near to the university from which she taught. She had much on her mind as she set up her small laptop on the gleaming beige surface; the upcoming semester, the classes she’d be teaching, the students, the faculty—she could hardly wait. She had so many plans, and she wanted to start them all at once.

For over a year, her life had descended into banal drudgery. Days and weeks blending into one another. Lectures. Meetings. Romances. Looking back, the memories seemed like a desaturated blur.

It had all changed two months ago. Two months since she had received a wonderful gift, a gift that had upended her outlook on life. It had changed the way she thought, changed the way she lived. That single gift had filled her with a passion for life she never thought imaginable.

A passion, and a deep, deep hunger.

[FFM] Bible Study Part 2 [Incest] [Hypnosis] [Mind Control] [Dubcon]

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Marc stood over the grill, smiling as he flipped the perfectly seared patties onto the plate and carried them into the kitchen. He crossed the sparkling floor and set them next to the buns. A good job, from a good grillmaster.

Six months in his marriage, and now into a new house, Marc was finally feeling like things were settling down. Naomi and Tiffany had spent weeks finding just the right place, and while he had been reluctant at first—it had been considerably out of his price-range—he had to admit the two sisters had put up a convincing argument he hadn’t been able to disagree with.

He paused, his arm resting on the counter as he stared out at the expansive living room. What had that argument been, again?

The sound of the door interrupted his thought. “Hey, honey!” Tiffany said, walking wearing her workout clothes. “Is the food all ready yet? Everyone will be here soon.”

[FFM] Bible Study Part 2 [Sibling Incest] [Hypnosis] [Mind Control] [NTR] [Dubcon]

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Marc stood over the grill, smiling as he flipped the perfectly seared patties onto the plate and carried them into the kitchen. He crossed the sparkling floor and set them next to the buns. A good job, from a good grillmaster.

Six months in his marriage, and now into a new house, Marc was finally feeling like things were settling down. Naomi and Tiffany had spent weeks finding just the right place, and while he had been reluctant at first—it had been considerably out of his price-range—he had to admit the two sisters had put up a convincing argument he hadn’t been able to disagree with.

He paused, his arm resting on the counter as he stared out at the expansive living room. What had that argument been, again?

[FFM] Bible Study Part 1 [Sibling Incest] [Hypnosis] [Mind Control] [NTR] [Dubcon]

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Tiffany watched her brother James roll down the window and let his arm dangle in the warm summer wind. The sun shined brightly as he drove them in his SUV down the lightly wooded suburban street towards his home. A soft Christian Rock ballad played on the car stereo. She knew James wasn’t a fan, but he had it on for her, anyway.

It was just one more example of how awesome her older brother was.

“I can’t believe so many people came to my bridal shower!” she said, feeling the silly smile on her face. She rested her forehead against the window, her fingers teasing the hem of her favorite Sunday dress. “It was just… so much, you know?”

First Date [MF] [Fdom] [Demons]

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Pierce took in a deep lungful of crisp air as he walked home from work. It was a beautiful evening outside—the sun had just set; the sky dyed a soft purple behind the mountains that loomed over the city. A cool breeze bit at his face and his smooth, shaved scalp.

Still, Pierce felt a little strange. Not enough that it offset his mood, but it left him with the faint feeling he was being watched. He glanced around, trying to see if he caught anyone spying on him—but no one seemed to notice him as he passed along the sidewalk.

As he stepped into his apartment and shut the door, the sweet, sharp smell of spices struck him. It was thick and exotic aroma, and he couldn’t quite place their source.

Academic Discipline [mind control] [corruption] [bondage] [f+m+]

Mr. Carlos stood out in the open square and looked at his three delinquent prospects. Two girls, Cindy and Vera, and a boy, Erik. Vera had one hand on her forearm, looking down and away from him with fear in her eyes. Erik stared straight ahead, looking like a recruit out of a war movie. Cindy, the shortest of the three, just looked bored.

“So who wants to tell me what happened?” Mr. Carlos said, crossing his arms and looking down at the three. Around them, other prospects passed, some on their way to training sessions. Others had stopped to watch. Most of the looky-loos were his, but he spotted a few belonging to other councilors.

It was fine, either way. For what Mr. Carlos had in mind, he could make use of them all.

The boy, Erik, spoke up in a clear, confident tone. “Mr. Carlos. We’d gone to retrieve some training material left at the Learning Center. We didn’t want to risk not having it for the Morning Session. It took longer than we thought, and it kept us out past curfew.”

Guided Meditation [mc] [inc] [FF]

Samantha pulled into the parking lot of her college dormitory, putting the car into park when her phone rang. She looked at the screen, nestled in its pink case, and saw that it was her dad calling. She sighed and accepted the call.

“Hey, Daddy!” she said. “What’s up?”

“I saw your grades,” her father’s voice intoned with his low, rumbling voice. “Yours and your sister’s. I’m disappointed in you two.”

Samantha rolled her eyes, her thin wrists resting on the steering wheel. “We made ‘B’s’, Daddy. It’s not a big deal.”

“Big deal,” he grunted. “What was it I told you girls when I paid for your exorbitant tuition?”

“That we’d better get either good grades or good husbands…”

“That’s right,” he said. “So I’m left curious as to what the situation with your suitors is.”

Samantha popped open the door of her compact car. “And nothing more romantic than talking about ‘suitors’ with my dad.”

Her father snorted. “Romance has nothing to do with it. I sent you to a school rife with prospective lawyers, doctors, and politicians. I had best not hear either of you playing at being the fraternity tramp!”

House Trained [Mind Control] [Hypnosis] [MFF]

`Paul sat on the living room couch, staring down at the design paper he was sketching his next woodworking design on. Thin elegant lines ran together on the page to form a set of dresser drawers with long, intricate designs carved in them.

“Mmm, looks nice,” his wife Leslie said with her smooth, silky voice. He felt her soft lips press against his neck and smelled the rich scent of coffee as she placed a mug next to him.

“You feel nicer,” he said, leaning back to kiss the woman deeply, running his fingers along her delicate jawline.

Leslie giggled as she drew back, squeezing his shoulder lightly before sitting across from him in a plush red chair. “How long have you been working today?”

Paul sighed and regarded the other papers set to the sides. They had similar designs as the one he was presently working on, though only partially completed and fit with scribbles and marred mistakes. “Since this morning. I almost have the idea out of my head.” He tapped the detailed drawing on the paper. “Pretty sure I got it this time.”

Leslie smiled her sly smile. “Then don’t you think it’s time you took a break? It’s the weekend, dear.”

House Trained [mc][FFM]

Paul sat on the living room couch, staring down at the design paper he was sketching his next woodworking design on. Thin elegant lines ran together on the page to form a set of dresser drawers with long, intricate designs carved in them.

“Mmm, looks nice,” his wife Leslie said with her smooth, silky voice. He felt her soft lips press against his neck and smelled the rich scent of coffee as she placed a mug next to him.

“You feel nicer,” he said, leaning back to kiss the woman deeply, running his fingers along her delicate jawline.

Leslie giggled as she drew back, squeezing his shoulder lightly before sitting across from him in a plush red chair. “How long have you been working today?”

Paul sighed and regarded the other papers set to the sides. They had similar designs as the one he was presently working on, though only partially completed and fit with scribbles and marred mistakes. “Since this morning. I almost have the idea out of my head.” He tapped the detailed drawing on the paper. “Pretty sure I got it this time.”

On Retainer[mc][FF]

The mechanical clock on Nell’s desk clicked the seconds away. She glanced up from her papers to its creamy white face. Five minutes till the meeting.

She went through her mental checklist one last time. The potential files she needed were laid out. She’d double-checked her briefcase and purse for any loose items. She’d checked her nails, done at home earlier that morning. Her makeup was perfect. Everything was correct.

Almost.

Her pen teetered between her fingers, tapping lightly on the desk as she stared at her potential client’s file. She had tried to find what information she could on this Alice Parson, but for someone affluent enough to afford Nell’s retaining fees, there was little publicly available about her.

Nell felt the nervousness creep at the edges of her thoughts. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pushed the thoughts aside. She would persevere. She always did.

She went to the window of her private office and looked out the window. The rain was coming down enough that the mountains cradling the urban enclave of Asheville were a mere blur in the distance. Below, she could see the streetlights illuminating the wet pavement of the city’s business district.