Author: trixieadara

The Rabbit Hole Part 2 [FF] [MF] [Femdom] [Forced Bi] [Sissification][Hypnosis]

Chapter 2: The Question

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**Nadia**

Nadia looked at the door to Penny’s penthouse. She was surprised the hypnotist returned her call and even more surprised when the hypnotist invited her to come by. The building had an honest-to-god doorman. The elevator had a doorman. Security guards were roaming the hallways on the lower floors.

But the top floor, Penny’s floor, was empty. Nadia stepped off the elevator onto a small landing in front of a large oak door. Nadia looked at the doorman (elevator man?) and smiled. The elevator man smiled back.

“I just get off here and knock on the door?” asked Nadia.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.

“Giant wooden door?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Not a scary giant wooden door, right?”

“No, ma’am.”

“It’s a perfectly ordinary giant wooden door belonging to a powerful hypnotist.”

“That’s right.”

“And I just … knock on it?” asked Nadia.

“Yes, ma’am.” Read more »

The Rabbit Hole Part 1 [MF] [Hypnosis] [Humiliation] [Punishment] [Forced Bi]

**Chapter 1: To All the Skeptics**

**Penny**

“For my next trick,” said Penny to the quiet theatre, “I need a volunteer.” Most of the crowd groaned and tried to divert their eyes from the hypnotist. Two or three people eagerly pumped and waved their hands, desperate for Penny’s attention. “Not just any volunteer,” clarified Penny once they settled down. “I need a skeptic.”

The crowd looked uncomfortably around the room. The volunteers put their hands down. Volunteers were believers. Skeptics were the groaners. They didn’t want to participate in something they didn’t believe in. They wanted to mock. But this trick was the big finale. Hypnotism shows are cute; anyone can take a willing volunteer and use childish inductions and peer pressure to make someone do something silly. Play it safe, make them the center of attention, and give everyone a laugh. Penny wasn’t like other hypnotists. Her first trick, unbeknownst to the crowd, was to induce the entire audience without their permission. The lights in the theatre, the music from the lobby, even the air fresheners plugged in throughout the theatre all worked to help put them in a receptive state. She wowed them with her control, made them forget the trick, and then left a new idea in their head: “this was the greatest show ever.” From there, she gave them what they wanted. All in the spirit of showmanship. Despite all that, finales are for the unexpected, and for that, you need a skeptic. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 17 (Epilogue) [FF] [MF] [Public] [Mind Control] [Free Use]

**Epilogue: Initiation**

By Trixie Adara

6 Months Later …

Reyna puts her hand on the small of my back and pushes me to turn. I follow her lead down the alley. Her smooth hands and long fingers on my skin still thrill me. Her touch and her breath still thrill me. The very notion of her commands, of her preferences, thrill me. It is a thrill to be in and with her. It is the thrill of being alive and being free.

Today, if I’m good, I’ll get another tattoo. More tattoos move me closer to my piercing. Once I’m pierced, I’ll be Reyna’s forever. She swears she’ll only abandon me when I’m ugly. As long as I’m young and beautiful, I’ll never have to think for myself. That’s heaven. That’s paradise. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 16 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Chapter 16: The Offering**

“Where do I pick up my keys?” I ask June as the valet drives away in my car outside Reyna’s manor.

She turns to me and smiles. “You won’t need them again.” She reaches out her hand. “Oh, right.” I take her hand. I need her courage. I’ve never had a life-changing surgery before, but I imagine this is what it must feel like right before they put you under.

What shocks me about all of this is how normal it is. June looks like June. I look like me. I asked June if we should put on collars or wear slutty clothes, and she laughed. “Reyna doesn’t like anything cheap,” she said. “And if she wants us to wear collars, she’ll pick the collar and put it on us herself. She’s picky, and her choice is always the right one.” Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 15 [FF] [Mind Control]

**Part 15: Paige**

“I don’t understand the tattoo,” says June as we head to the shop.

“I don’t either,” I tell her. It’s the truth. It’s the one thing she deserves and the one thing I’ve been avoiding for days now. “But I’ve explained it as best as I can.”

“Try again.”

I sigh. “I’m not a domme, right?”

“I disagree,” says June.

“Let’s say you agree for the point of me explaining.”

“You are a domme.”

“Ask Maria or Sandra if I’m a domme.”

“I don’t have to ask anyone. I’m your sub. I love you. I know the truth.”

“Reyna’s a domme. Lorelei’s a domme. I’m not them. I’ve been kidding myself.”

“You can be a switch. You don’t have to be one thing.”

“Tell that to Reyna,” I mutter. June sighs, and I know she’s rolling her eyes without looking. We round the corner away from the parking lot and turn onto the street where the tattoo parlor is. It’s misty, and it feels like it’s raining but not enough to bother with an umbrella. It’s a fairly miserable, but fairly typical, day in April. Read more »

In Too Deep [FF] [MF] [Mind Control] [Free Use] [Body Writing] [Oral] [Non-Con]

**In Too Deep**

**Disclaimer: This story contains characters from my series, “My Best Friend’s Girlfriend,” but you do not need to read those earlier stories in order to enjoy or understand this story.**

Somebody grabs Sandra’s hand. She doesn’t look at his face. It doesn’t matter. He leads her back, past the stage, to one of the back rooms. Sandra doesn’t need his help. She knows the way better than him. She knows the way better than anyone.

He chooses the glass room. That’s fine. Sandra’s been there before. Her owner once brought Sandra’s favorite high school teacher to watch her there. Sandra wouldn’t be surprised if her parents showed up outside the glass door one day.

The room has two layers. There is the outer room, for spectators. The inner room has glass walls (or some durable plastic). There is a door into it, but you need the password to get in. There is a bed in the glass room and a chest full of toys. Men never went for the toys. Around the room are holes for the eager cocks of spectators hoping to get sucked. Sandra will suck them if they appear. At least four of them. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 14 [FF] [Hypnosis] [Maid]

**Chapter 14: Amber**

June gently puts her hand on mine to stop the shaking. Without being asked, she gets a small towel and cleans up the coffee I spilled. I’m spilling everything. I trip. I stumble. I crash. I can’t do anything right. Even simple things are falling apart.

I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept in weeks. The house is too damn quiet. You go from three roommates to one, and now the house is too damn quiet. June is quiet too. She’s supportive, but always in silence. She kept telling me either everything was alright or everything was going to be alright, so I ordered her to stop saying it. She kept apologizing, so I ordered her to stop saying sorry. It’s banned. Talking is banned.

If this keeps up, quiet will be banned too. I’ll ban June. I’ll ban everything. I’ll ban myself. I’ll be nothing. Then, I can sleep. I can sleep when people stop looking at me. I can sleep when people forget what I did. I’m so stupid. I’m so selfish. I can’t believe it. I can’t believe what I did. I keep seeing Maria’s face, my best friend’s face, when they took her away. She didn’t cry. She didn’t smile. She glared at me with an iron mask. She was empty and lifeless. She was trying to be strong, as though they couldn’t hurt her if she didn’t care. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 13 [FF]

**Chapter 13: Betrayal**

“Maria, can you help June with the groceries?” I shout from the bathtub. I’ve been taking a lot of baths. And wine. I’m coping.

“In a second,” shouts Maria from the bedroom. I feel my skin tighten with stress. This is her new trick. She doesn’t say ‘No.’ She doesn’t protest. Instead, she asks me to ‘Wait a minute,’ or ‘Hold on a sec.’ Asking me to wait is insubordination. It’s disobedience, but it’s only a problem if I’m looking to pick a fight. Then I’m the problem.

June keeps telling me that I should punish her. I should pick a fight with her and put her in her place, but every time Maria and I fight, which is daily now, I see Sandra start to panic. She’s a child, and I can’t imagine how unsafe she feels watching Maria question my authority or lash out randomly in frustration. Our apartment is anything but controlled.

“Not a second,” I shout back. “She’ll be done in a second, help her now.”

“I can’t,” she shouts. I wait for her to add on or explain, but she doesn’t. Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 12 [FF] [Sadism] [BDSM] [Dungeon] [FFFF]

**Chapter 12: Fighting**

“What took you so long?” asks June when I get off the elevator and step into the lobby.

“Long?” I ask. My voice sounds funny and far away.

“Yeah,” says June as she steps forward and grabs my upper arms. “You were up there for like 10 minutes. What did she want?”

I sigh and carefully remove June’s hand from my arm. “Nothing. She wants an answer to her question. That’s all.”

“Slut or goddess?” asks June.

“Yeah. Apparently ‘I don’t know’ is not an acceptable answer.” I look over at Sandra and Maria. They’re both sitting on a bench, looking out the large glass walls of the building. Sandra is holding Maria’s hand, her brow furrowed and concern painted on her face. Her other hand is stroking Maria’s hair, but Maria is non-responsive. She stares out at the street with no expression on her face and no life in her body. “How’s she doing?” I ask, nodding towards Maria.

“Silent,” says June.

“Is that … is that how it was for you?” Read more »

My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Part 11 [FF] [Hypnosis] [BDSM]

**Chapter 11: Her Prize**

I didn’t think training Sandra would be this much work. For one, I don’t like the term ‘training.’ Sandra isn’t a dog or a pet. She’s a perfectly scrumptious piece of ass. But she’s also my pet. My slave? My servant? I still can’t decide on a term. Though the term doesn’t matter. All that matters is how eager Sandra is to please me. It feels like all her hopes on ever finding happiness rest in my pussy and my control of her life. She wants me to take charge. She wants to lose control. She wants to become a puppet and to have me be the puppeteer. Read more »