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I don’t normally go for this kind of image, but … I know some people who will enjoy it.

hypnotic-seduction:

I don’t normally go for this kind of image, but … I know some people who will enjoy it.

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posted : Sunday, April 13th, 2014

reblogged from : True Confessions of a Hypnofetishist

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posted : Sunday, April 13th, 2014

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hotladyoftheday:

Val Keil

Pure Aphrodisiac — Playboy Playmate

posted : Sunday, April 13th, 2014

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s-t-clemmons:

FUCK  DOLL
(A Short Story)
I can see my Owner’s car pulling into the Parking Garage.  As usual, he doesn’t take the time to notice something like me.  Having lunch or dinner at a place he enjoys is what matters to the man I belong to.  I simply need to be happy that he will allow a Bimbo Fuck Doll like me to spend a bit of time in his day to day world. As he turns the corner and walks toward me, his eyes are focused on his Fuck Doll’s big fake tits.  We both know the massive implants are the main reason why he bothers to spend time with something like me.  I almost never have any words or thoughts that would add to the very smart things he has to say.Hello pretty one.Hi!Is the spandex turtleneck something new?Yeah!  This girl …  Like …  Bought it last week when you let her go shopping.I like it.You Do?Yes.  It does a marvelous job of reminding the two of us why I stay interested in you. My Owner has never made the same mistake my parents did.  He doesn’t try to turn me into something I’m not …  Never tries to tell me how smart I am.  He helped this Brainless Bimbo understand that she didn’t need to go to college and get a degree so she could be what Mom and Dad wanted her to be. I got very lucky.  He rescued me while I was still in the first part of my Freshman year.  After Christmas was over, I moved in with him instead of going back for part two. It’s been a very special two years for me.  I know that I do mess up a lot.  My Owner takes the time to tell me what I’ve done wrong.  He allows me to confess all my sins.  He makes me pay for them by whipping me and by fucking me deep in my throat. Having trouble sitting comfortably?Yeah!  Like …  Just A Bit!The new gift I gave you this past weekend?Yeah!Just remember to not fight it.  Plant your bottom firmly in the chair and let the device do its job. Butt Plug number five is forcing me to work a lot harder than the first four did.  This is the first one that isn’t made of some type of rubber or plastic.  The large stainless steel trainer doesn’t bend in any way.  It simply forces the tunnel of my ass to adapt to the size and shape my Owner wants it to be. I’m already able to take every inch of his cock in my ass.  Now he’s training the hole to accept something the size of another girl’s hand.  His goal is to sit back and sip on a goblet of wine while he watches an escort fist his Fuck Doll’s bottom as deeply as she can.You’re doing a very good job of not trying to sound smart.  I don’t think I’ve heard a single three syllable work at any point in the past two or three months.I Like It That You Don’t Make Me Pretend To Be Smart!But you really need to start trying to avoid two syllable words.  Use them as little as possible.Thank You.  Some Of Them Are Really Hard For Me To …  Like …  Think Of And Say! When he returns from the Men’s Room …  My owner takes a moment to bend over and use the tips of his fingers to play with the hem of my suede skirt and the tops of my thigh high stockings.  This is why he made sure to have us in a private little corner of the place.  He wanted to be able to touch this body and grope it and not have other people be able to see what was going on. A moment later, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease his Fuck Doll’s lips.  He seems to enjoy kissing them a lot more, now that the clinic has started doing the very extreme silicone injections.  More and more, they are looking very fake and doll like. After sitting back down, my Owner reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small black velvet box.  He hands it to me and I open it.  Inside is a stainless steel chain and a small hear t shaped padlock.In the past few weeks …  I’ve had several long discussions with my lawyer.  While you and I both know you’re not a person …  While I’d never be able to truly love you the way that I would a person …  Matt has advised me that marrying you would eliminate the chance of certain legal problems arising.Thank You!You are very welcome.Would You Want Me To …  Like …  Put It On Now?I need for you to answer a question first.What Question? He focuses his attention directly on my tits, before finally saying something.Since leaving college and moving in with me …  What’s the most important improvement I’ve helped you make?Since I  …  Like …  Have Such A Very Small Brain …  You Helped Me Have Much Bigger Tits.And?Like …  How Much Bigger Should The Be?I’ll let you know when they get there.Thank You! He stands and walks to my side of the table.  Then he picks up the chain up with his left hand.  As he slides the links around my throat and locks them into place, I find myself feeling very happy that I have such a wonderful owner.

s-t-clemmons:

FUCK  DOLL

(A Short Story)

I can see my Owner’s car pulling into the Parking Garage.  As usual, he doesn’t take the time to notice something like me.  Having lunch or dinner at a place he enjoys is what matters to the man I belong to.  I simply need to be happy that he will allow a Bimbo Fuck Doll like me to spend a bit of time in his day to day world.

As he turns the corner and walks toward me, his eyes are focused on his Fuck Doll’s big fake tits.  We both know the massive implants are the main reason why he bothers to spend time with something like me.  I almost never have any words or thoughts that would add to the very smart things he has to say.

Hello pretty one.

Hi!

Is the spandex turtleneck something new?

Yeah!  This girl …  Like …  Bought it last week when you let her go shopping.

I like it.

You Do?

Yes.  It does a marvelous job of reminding the two of us why I stay interested in you.

My Owner has never made the same mistake my parents did.  He doesn’t try to turn me into something I’m not …  Never tries to tell me how smart I am.  He helped this Brainless Bimbo understand that she didn’t need to go to college and get a degree so she could be what Mom and Dad wanted her to be.

I got very lucky.  He rescued me while I was still in the first part of my Freshman year.  After Christmas was over, I moved in with him instead of going back for part two.

It’s been a very special two years for me.  I know that I do mess up a lot.  My Owner takes the time to tell me what I’ve done wrong.  He allows me to confess all my sins.  He makes me pay for them by whipping me and by fucking me deep in my throat.

Having trouble sitting comfortably?

Yeah!  Like …  Just A Bit!

The new gift I gave you this past weekend?

Yeah!

Just remember to not fight it.  Plant your bottom firmly in the chair and let the device do its job.

Butt Plug number five is forcing me to work a lot harder than the first four did.  This is the first one that isn’t made of some type of rubber or plastic.  The large stainless steel trainer doesn’t bend in any way.  It simply forces the tunnel of my ass to adapt to the size and shape my Owner wants it to be.

I’m already able to take every inch of his cock in my ass.  Now he’s training the hole to accept something the size of another girl’s hand.  His goal is to sit back and sip on a goblet of wine while he watches an escort fist his Fuck Doll’s bottom as deeply as she can.

You’re doing a very good job of not trying to sound smart.  I don’t think I’ve heard a single three syllable work at any point in the past two or three months.

I Like It That You Don’t Make Me Pretend To Be Smart!

But you really need to start trying to avoid two syllable words.  Use them as little as possible.

Thank You.  Some Of Them Are Really Hard For Me To …  Like …  Think Of And Say!

When he returns from the Men’s Room …  My owner takes a moment to bend over and use the tips of his fingers to play with the hem of my suede skirt and the tops of my thigh high stockings.  This is why he made sure to have us in a private little corner of the place.  He wanted to be able to touch this body and grope it and not have other people be able to see what was going on.

A moment later, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease his Fuck Doll’s lips.  He seems to enjoy kissing them a lot more, now that the clinic has started doing the very extreme silicone injections.  More and more, they are looking very fake and doll like.

After sitting back down, my Owner reaches into the pocket of his jacket and pulls out a small black velvet box.  He hands it to me and I open it.  Inside is a stainless steel chain and a small hear t shaped padlock.

In the past few weeks …  I’ve had several long discussions with my lawyer.  While you and I both know you’re not a person …  While I’d never be able to truly love you the way that I would a person …  Matt has advised me that marrying you would eliminate the chance of certain legal problems arising.

Thank You!

You are very welcome.

Would You Want Me To …  Like …  Put It On Now?


I need for you to answer a question first.

What Question?

He focuses his attention directly on my tits, before finally saying something.

Since leaving college and moving in with me …  What’s the most important improvement I’ve helped you make?

Since I  …  Like …  Have Such A Very Small Brain …  You Helped Me Have Much Bigger Tits.

And?

Like …  How Much Bigger Should The Be?

I’ll let you know when they get there.

Thank You!

He stands and walks to my side of the table.  Then he picks up the chain up with his left hand.  As he slides the links around my throat and locks them into place, I find myself feeling very happy that I have such a wonderful owner.

posted : Sunday, April 13th, 2014

reblogged from : The Sane Scientist

hypnodolls:

So you’d like to try out hypnosis?
I can see why you’d be interested…
It’s a compelling idea…
One you perhaps find yourself wondering at…
How does it feel?
Will you have any control?
Will you even want any?
Will you have any idea of what’s being done to you?
Or will your mind just find itself becoming a helpless plaything?
Still… you’re curious…
You want to know more…
To see what it can do to you…
You’ve come to the right place.
Get comfortable in your seat…
Slow your breathing down…
And enjoy my words as they begin to enchant you…
Hypnosis is something we enter all the time without even realising it.
Any time we daydream…
Any time we drift off…
Any time we get caught up in a story or movie…
Any time an appealing image or idea catches your mind’s eye and you lose your train of thought…
It’s such an easy state to enter…
Reading relaxes you…
Stills your body…
Soothes your mind…
Calms away your worries…
Slows your breathing…
Focuses your attention…
So easy…
Such a natural mindset to slip into…
Especially when your mind is guided by someone who knows exactly what they’re doing…
So natural…
That you won’t even know what’s happening…
Not until it’s too late…
That’s if you even want to realise…
Maybe you don’t…
Maybe you want to find yourself following…
Focusing… Relaxing…
Surrendering… Losing control…
Without even realising it…
Recalling nothing later…
Perhaps you *do* want to be aware of it…
But only when it’s too late for you to resist…
Exciting to find yourself caught…
To find yourself captivated…
Drawn… Captured…
Unable to resist…
Like a moth to a flame…
Every attempt to fight…
Every attempt to resist…
Just makes the words grow stronger…
Just makes their pull grow greater…
Makes you feel weak…
Makes you realise you’re caught…
Fighting…
But feeling the fight fade from you…
Feeling yourself growing calmer…
More attentive…
More obedient…
And discovering this feels *good*
Erotic in ways you’d never considered…
Enchanted…
Aroused…
Captivated…
Controlled…
Can’t look away…
Trying to do so just makes you weaker…
Just draws you back…
You have to keep reading…
You feel so good…
So focused…
Your mind an open book…
Your inhibitions melting away…
You feel a connection to me…
To my words…
You need to keep reading them…
To do as they say…
To open your mind up to me…
Feels good…
To focus where I want you to focus…
To share what I want you to share…
Don’t worry… you might be my prisoner here…
But I’m a *very* benevolent dominant…
You’re not going to give away any bank details…
You’re not going to injure yourself or anyone else…
But you are going to bare your mind…
You are going to expose your fantasies to me…
You’re thinking of them now…
The ways you want to be played with…
The kinks that drive you wild…
The ways you wish to be toyed with…
Maybe you’d like to be my pet… crawling, affectionate, kneeling at my feet…
Maybe you’d like to be my dolly… dressed, posed, an ornament to be played with…
Maybe you’d like to be my slavegirl… submissive, eager to serve and please…
Maybe you’d like to be my sextoy… mindless, wet, fuckable, passed round at parties…
Maybe you’d like to be my robot… emotionless but so obedient, so sensual…
Maybe you’d like to be my spy… bringing other beautiful women under my control…
Maybe you have your own fantasies and kinks…
Maybe something I’ve suggested rings true with you though…
Find your mind filling with erotic thoughts now…
As you breathe…
As you follow…
As you relax deeper into trance for me…
Find yourself aroused…
Wet…
Helpless…
Excited…
Unresisting…
Obedient…
Any command I give…
You’ll obey…
Any wish I have…
You’ll want to fulfil…
Any time I want to take control…
You’ll give it to me…
It’s only natural…
I’m a very gifted hypnotist…
And you’re a very relaxed girl right now…
I tell you to feel sexy…
And that’s just how you feel.
Sensual…
Sexual…
Soft…
Beautiful…
I tell you to feel aroused…
And that’s just what you feel.
Horny…
Wet…
Excited…
Wanton…
I tell you to feel helpless…
And that’s just what you are.
Captive…
Controlled…
Powerless…
Weak…
I tell you to feel shivers of pleasure running through your body each and every time I call you a “Good Girl”
And that’s what you’ll feel.
Each and every time I call you a “Good Girl” you find yourself wanting to say “Thank you Master”
Each and every time I call you a “Good Girl” you find yourself filling with pleasure.
Ripples of arousal running down your spine…
Tingles of submission making your nipples feel so sensitive…
Waves of reward warming your pussy, making you feel so content and happy.
Good Girl.
Now…
Your mind is open…
My words relax you…
If you like the idea… then you’ll do anything I say from now on.
If you enjoy the thought of it… then you’ll think and feel whatever I tell you to.
If you want to be powerless… then you’ll find your resistance stripped from you.
Anything you secretly long for.
That’s where you’ll find yourself.
Good Girl.
Now…
In a moment you’re going to wake fully from this horny submissive haze you find yourself in.
When you do, you’re going to message me.
If you want me to chat with you and talk about this on friendly terms, you’ll tell me: “I’d love to chat, Sir”
If you want to be my helpless thrall, and surrender to me full control of your body, mind and senses, you’ll do that now. You’ll sit, and relax, and surrender yourself to my words, to my commands, to the point where every order I give you is automatically obeyed… and once you’ve surrendered, you’ll tell me: “My Mind is Yours Master”
If you do either of those things, you’ll find it very easy to tell me all about the hypnotic ideas and fantasies that have captured and captivated your imagination. 
Feels so natural to share these things with me. 
If you just enjoyed yourself and now you’re moving on, you’ll simply tell me: “Thanks for the Trance.”
Waking on 5 feeling wonderful in every way and following the suggestion / obeying the command I just gave you.
Recalling as much or as little of this trance as you like.
1
Rising from trance, feeling energy filling you.
2
Disconnecting from my words, noticing the room around you again.
3
Feeling sexy and sensuous, energised and wonderful.
4
Feeling refreshed, restored, revitalised.
5
Wide awake, feeling fantastic.
I hope you enjoyed yourself.
Let me know how that felt. ;)

hypnodolls:

So you’d like to try out hypnosis?

I can see why you’d be interested…

It’s a compelling idea…

One you perhaps find yourself wondering at…

How does it feel?

Will you have any control?

Will you even want any?

Will you have any idea of what’s being done to you?

Or will your mind just find itself becoming a helpless plaything?

Still… you’re curious…

You want to know more…

To see what it can do to you…

You’ve come to the right place.

Get comfortable in your seat…

Slow your breathing down…

And enjoy my words as they begin to enchant you…

Hypnosis is something we enter all the time without even realising it.

Any time we daydream…

Any time we drift off…

Any time we get caught up in a story or movie…

Any time an appealing image or idea catches your mind’s eye and you lose your train of thought…

It’s such an easy state to enter…

Reading relaxes you…

Stills your body…

Soothes your mind…

Calms away your worries…

Slows your breathing…

Focuses your attention…

So easy…

Such a natural mindset to slip into…

Especially when your mind is guided by someone who knows exactly what they’re doing…

So natural…

That you won’t even know what’s happening…

Not until it’s too late…

That’s if you even want to realise…

Maybe you don’t…

Maybe you want to find yourself following…

Focusing… Relaxing…

Surrendering… Losing control…

Without even realising it…

Recalling nothing later…

Perhaps you *do* want to be aware of it…

But only when it’s too late for you to resist…

Exciting to find yourself caught…

To find yourself captivated…

Drawn… Captured…

Unable to resist…

Like a moth to a flame…

Every attempt to fight…

Every attempt to resist…

Just makes the words grow stronger…

Just makes their pull grow greater…

Makes you feel weak…

Makes you realise you’re caught…

Fighting…

But feeling the fight fade from you…

Feeling yourself growing calmer…

More attentive…

More obedient…

And discovering this feels *good*

Erotic in ways you’d never considered…

Enchanted…

Aroused…

Captivated…

Controlled…

Can’t look away…

Trying to do so just makes you weaker…

Just draws you back…

You have to keep reading…

You feel so good…

So focused…

Your mind an open book…

Your inhibitions melting away…

You feel a connection to me…

To my words…

You need to keep reading them…

To do as they say…

To open your mind up to me…

Feels good…

To focus where I want you to focus…

To share what I want you to share…

Don’t worry… you might be my prisoner here…

But I’m a *very* benevolent dominant…

You’re not going to give away any bank details…

You’re not going to injure yourself or anyone else…

But you are going to bare your mind…

You are going to expose your fantasies to me…

You’re thinking of them now…

The ways you want to be played with…

The kinks that drive you wild…

The ways you wish to be toyed with…

Maybe you’d like to be my pet… crawling, affectionate, kneeling at my feet…

Maybe you’d like to be my dolly… dressed, posed, an ornament to be played with…

Maybe you’d like to be my slavegirl… submissive, eager to serve and please…

Maybe you’d like to be my sextoy… mindless, wet, fuckable, passed round at parties…

Maybe you’d like to be my robot… emotionless but so obedient, so sensual…

Maybe you’d like to be my spy… bringing other beautiful women under my control…

Maybe you have your own fantasies and kinks…

Maybe something I’ve suggested rings true with you though…

Find your mind filling with erotic thoughts now…

As you breathe…

As you follow…

As you relax deeper into trance for me…

Find yourself aroused…

Wet…

Helpless…

Excited…

Unresisting…

Obedient…

Any command I give…

You’ll obey…

Any wish I have…

You’ll want to fulfil…

Any time I want to take control…

You’ll give it to me…

It’s only natural…

I’m a very gifted hypnotist…

And you’re a very relaxed girl right now…

I tell you to feel sexy…

And that’s just how you feel.

Sensual…

Sexual…

Soft…

Beautiful…

I tell you to feel aroused…

And that’s just what you feel.

Horny…

Wet…

Excited…

Wanton…

I tell you to feel helpless…

And that’s just what you are.

Captive…

Controlled…

Powerless…

Weak…

I tell you to feel shivers of pleasure running through your body each and every time I call you a “Good Girl”

And that’s what you’ll feel.

Each and every time I call you a “Good Girl” you find yourself wanting to say “Thank you Master”

Each and every time I call you a “Good Girl” you find yourself filling with pleasure.

Ripples of arousal running down your spine…

Tingles of submission making your nipples feel so sensitive…

Waves of reward warming your pussy, making you feel so content and happy.

Good Girl.

Now…

Your mind is open…

My words relax you…

If you like the idea… then you’ll do anything I say from now on.

If you enjoy the thought of it… then you’ll think and feel whatever I tell you to.

If you want to be powerless… then you’ll find your resistance stripped from you.

Anything you secretly long for.

That’s where you’ll find yourself.

Good Girl.

Now…

In a moment you’re going to wake fully from this horny submissive haze you find yourself in.

When you do, you’re going to message me.

If you want me to chat with you and talk about this on friendly terms, you’ll tell me: “I’d love to chat, Sir”

If you want to be my helpless thrall, and surrender to me full control of your body, mind and senses, you’ll do that now. You’ll sit, and relax, and surrender yourself to my words, to my commands, to the point where every order I give you is automatically obeyed… and once you’ve surrendered, you’ll tell me: “My Mind is Yours Master”

If you do either of those things, you’ll find it very easy to tell me all about the hypnotic ideas and fantasies that have captured and captivated your imagination. 

Feels so natural to share these things with me. 

If you just enjoyed yourself and now you’re moving on, you’ll simply tell me: “Thanks for the Trance.”

Waking on 5 feeling wonderful in every way and following the suggestion / obeying the command I just gave you.

Recalling as much or as little of this trance as you like.

1

Rising from trance, feeling energy filling you.

2

Disconnecting from my words, noticing the room around you again.

3

Feeling sexy and sensuous, energised and wonderful.

4

Feeling refreshed, restored, revitalised.

5

Wide awake, feeling fantastic.

I hope you enjoyed yourself.

Let me know how that felt. ;)

posted : Sunday, April 13th, 2014

reblogged from : The Sane Scientist

sanescientist:

When I was a kid, I lived next to Gemma and Holly, the twins. They were my best friends and we used to do everything together. We’d go out exploring the neighbourhood, and I even had my first kiss with Gemma.

When we all hit puberty, all that changed however. Boys started to notice them a lot more, and eventually, I became a nuisance to them. A reminder of their not-so-cool past when they would climb trees. They soon forgot all about me. They became popular girls at school, cheerleading and being successful at sports. Just before our final year, they moved away while I was on holiday. I came back to find new neighbours.

Me, I focussed all my energy into computing and science. I started building computers fixing other people’s for them. By the time I was 15, I’d written my first operating system. By 18, I’d started my first million and my next OS was being used on a few hundred thousand computers.

By the time I was 21, I’d become a multi-billionaire, and my latest operating system was on over 90% of the world’s computers. I was everywhere, but I’d never found love.

Sure, there were plenty of hot girls who enjoyed my company, but they were just gold diggers, or paid by my competitors to get information. About six months ago, I was approached by a company who called themselves The Impero Institute. They said they could help me find true love, whatever that meant. They said they could find me a girl who would love me unconditionally and who wouldn’t care about my money. They’d love me no matter if I was rich or poor. But their services were pretty expensive, so being poor was pretty much out of the question.

I tried to do research on them, but nothing came up which was odd, because if someone was trying to scam me out of millions of dollars, you’d think they’d have taken the time to build up a fake online presence for their organization. They assured me that discretion was their highest priority, and I was about to see why. After I’d transferred a reasonable chunk of change into their bank accounts, they took me to one of their facilities, and I quickly realised why they were so secretive.

They sat me down and asked me a bunch of questions about my ideal woman. What qualities did I want in a woman? Big breasts? Small breasts? Tall? Short? Old? Young? Fat? Skinny? Blonde? Brunette? Redhead? Slutty? Did I want her to do anal? Should she be shaved? Did she like lingerie? Was she bisexual? Kinky? Submissive or dominant? Would she have any fetishes? Did she like to roleplay? Smart? Dumb?

All the while, I had only two people in my mind. Gemma and Holly. They’d always been the perfect women for me. Their personalities had contrasted. I told the researchers that if they wanted to find out my ideal woman, they track down the two sisters. Strangely, they already knew their names, where they were living now and everything about them, down to their respective shoes sizes.

Then, very bluntly, they asked if I wanted these two women specifically. I laughed and told them that neither woman would be interested in me, or rather, probably only for my money. And besides, I wouldn’t be able to choose between which one I liked the most.

They told me I could have them both, and that they’d both love me, and be happy to share me with each other, and anyone else I wanted if I so chose.

And then it clicked. They didn’t hide it and they would have told me anyway.

They were white slavers, with a difference. The men and women who they were selling had been brainwashed into becoming mindless and obedient sex slaves for their masters or mistresses. Their thoughts and desires had been replaced with those of their new owner’s choosing.

And so, six weeks later, Gemma and Holly arrived at my front door, fresh from the facility. Under their raincoats they wore sexy little outfits, professing their undying love for me.

I was $40m lighter, but these two girls were priceless. And besides, I would have been ten times that if I’d known I could have had Gemma and Holly as my happy, horny girlfriends.

sanescientist:

When I was a kid, I lived next to Gemma and Holly, the twins. They were my best friends and we used to do everything together. We’d go out exploring the neighbourhood, and I even had my first kiss with Gemma.

When we all hit puberty, all that changed however. Boys started to notice them a lot more, and eventually, I became a nuisance to them. A reminder of their not-so-cool past when they would climb trees. They soon forgot all about me. They became popular girls at school, cheerleading and being successful at sports. Just before our final year, they moved away while I was on holiday. I came back to find new neighbours.

Me, I focussed all my energy into computing and science. I started building computers fixing other people’s for them. By the time I was 15, I’d written my first operating system. By 18, I’d started my first million and my next OS was being used on a few hundred thousand computers.

By the time I was 21, I’d become a multi-billionaire, and my latest operating system was on over 90% of the world’s computers. I was everywhere, but I’d never found love.

Sure, there were plenty of hot girls who enjoyed my company, but they were just gold diggers, or paid by my competitors to get information. About six months ago, I was approached by a company who called themselves The Impero Institute. They said they could help me find true love, whatever that meant. They said they could find me a girl who would love me unconditionally and who wouldn’t care about my money. They’d love me no matter if I was rich or poor. But their services were pretty expensive, so being poor was pretty much out of the question.

I tried to do research on them, but nothing came up which was odd, because if someone was trying to scam me out of millions of dollars, you’d think they’d have taken the time to build up a fake online presence for their organization. They assured me that discretion was their highest priority, and I was about to see why. After I’d transferred a reasonable chunk of change into their bank accounts, they took me to one of their facilities, and I quickly realised why they were so secretive.

They sat me down and asked me a bunch of questions about my ideal woman. What qualities did I want in a woman? Big breasts? Small breasts? Tall? Short? Old? Young? Fat? Skinny? Blonde? Brunette? Redhead? Slutty? Did I want her to do anal? Should she be shaved? Did she like lingerie? Was she bisexual? Kinky? Submissive or dominant? Would she have any fetishes? Did she like to roleplay? Smart? Dumb?

All the while, I had only two people in my mind. Gemma and Holly. They’d always been the perfect women for me. Their personalities had contrasted. I told the researchers that if they wanted to find out my ideal woman, they track down the two sisters. Strangely, they already knew their names, where they were living now and everything about them, down to their respective shoes sizes.

Then, very bluntly, they asked if I wanted these two women specifically. I laughed and told them that neither woman would be interested in me, or rather, probably only for my money. And besides, I wouldn’t be able to choose between which one I liked the most.

They told me I could have them both, and that they’d both love me, and be happy to share me with each other, and anyone else I wanted if I so chose.

And then it clicked. They didn’t hide it and they would have told me anyway.

They were white slavers, with a difference. The men and women who they were selling had been brainwashed into becoming mindless and obedient sex slaves for their masters or mistresses. Their thoughts and desires had been replaced with those of their new owner’s choosing.

And so, six weeks later, Gemma and Holly arrived at my front door, fresh from the facility. Under their raincoats they wore sexy little outfits, professing their undying love for me.

I was $40m lighter, but these two girls were priceless. And besides, I would have been ten times that if I’d known I could have had Gemma and Holly as my happy, horny girlfriends.

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