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summerscaptions: Bimbos make everything better, example #507: The handbra.
summerscaptions: Tracy giggled. She tried to remember what she had just been thinking about. It was hard! She decided not to worry about it. She shifted her legs slowly. The heels she was wearing felt nice. She loved to wear heels. And that was saying
summerscaptions: I love my collar. I can’t think when I wear this thing. I get distracted. Ideas pop into my head, stopping me from being able to get my head straight. It’s frustrating. I don’t need to think. The metal feels cool on my neck. It’s
summerscaptions: They had spent hundreds of thousands of dollars on tuition, given up countless hours of sleep to stay up studying, sacrificed dozens of days off or nights out with friends in order to stay focused, stay on the ball, stay ahead of the
summerscaptions: tfsplash: It’s been three weeks since the so-called bimbo virus was confirmed. I still don’t think I’m infected, but my fears about Tracy, my roommate, are all but confirmed. As I write this, she is half-naked, standing in front
summerscaptions:She’d come over to pick up her things - a toothbrush, some books, clothes that she’d kept there. All the small things that get left behind, carelessly, when you become comfortable in a place. One cardboard box, she figured. In and
summerscaptions: You want to fight, but it’s so hard. Every part of your brain feels like it’s soaked in something sticky and pink, something that clogs your thoughts and holds your ideas in place. Something slick and saccharine and sweet, cloying
summerscaptions: clockworksandspirals: As Katie frantically rubbed her sopping pussy, all she could think of was the two phrases the man had whispered into her ear. Slavery makes your cunt wet. Your wet cunt makes you a slave. It had been three days
summerscaptions: They always looked like this. So eager, so confused. They didn’t know what they were doing. Why they had left early from whatever they were doing - working, or shopping, or visiting friends. Why they spent hours getting ready - cleaning
summerscaptions: “Hi, Sir! I’m Vicki. The Agency sent me over. How are you doing tonight?” “That’s great! Glad to hear it, Sir. And I’m fantastic, thank you so much for asking!” "I don’t know about that, Sir. We very
summerscaptions: Story flashback! I don’t find my own writing sexy. I see it for what it’s not - I only notice the things that don’t work as well as I’d hoped, or the aspects that are executed clumsily. I read what got finalized, and I get annoyed
summerscaptions: This is how it’s going to feel. It won’t be harsh or painful. It won’t scare you. You won’t be upset. It’ll be like a smile spreading across your face. You probably will smile, in fact. You won’t notice. You’ll be too focused
summerscaptions: It started out as just a game. Little roleplay scenes to spice stuff up in the bedroom. I’d pretend to be Travis’ maid, or he’d play a professor and I’d be the student desperate for a better grade. It was silly, and early on
summerscaptions:ditzydolls: Jane and I had an ongoing little contest. As the only competent mind-controllers in this crap city, from time to time we’d take a shot at each other. Nothing serious, just the occasional playful telepathic command. See what
summerscaptions: It started out as just a game. Little roleplay scenes to spice stuff up in the bedroom. I’d pretend to be Travis’ maid, or he’d play a professor and I’d be the student desperate for a better grade. It was silly, and early on we
summerscaptions: It had been a long week, but it was all worth it in the end. It had been my first solo assignment, and I don’t want to toot my own horn, but I kicked ass. Sure, fine, it wasn’t exactly the Mt. Everest of assignments. It was only
summerscaptions: When Mary became aware of her surroundings, there was a cock in front of her. In fact, it wasn’t just in front of her, she had her tongue on it. She was on her knees, sliding herself upwards so she could run her tongue up his shaft.
summerscaptions: “I’m going to make you so fucking stupid,” Johnny breathed in Meg’s ear. “You’re going to forget everything except how to be a fucktoy,” he murmured as he thrust into her again, with long, smooth, slow strokes.
summerscaptions: “…you’re too silly to think for yourself, you’re dim and dizzy and ditzy and dumb, your pussy is hot and wet and it makes you too horny to think…” Lois tried to focus, but the girl behind her kept squeezing and groping
summerscaptions: She stared into the screen, into the static. She knew there was something in there. A pattern. A message.She could almost see it. It was rich with information, she could feel it. It was bursting at the seams with knowledge, truth. If
summerscaptions: Fuck, I thought, I’m in trouble. Ted was standing over me, his cock out, his hand pumping up and down his shaft quickly. A bead of pre-come glistened on the head, trembling in place with the motion of his strokes. I stared at it.
summerscaptions: When Ashley saw the image on the screen, she didn’t think about what was going to happen. She didn’t think that it had been put there, angled just so in this slightly secluded room, so that nobody would run across it by accident.
summerscaptions: “Hey, um… Grace?” The redhead craned her neck, looking across the room. “Yeah, Kristen?” “Should we, like… leave, or something?” Grace thought about it. “Why?” “I dunno. I just feel like maybe
summerscaptions: Being brainwashed didn’t feel anything like Marisa had expected. When they’d snatched her up off the street and loaded her into the van, she was furious and terrified and confused, along with probably half a dozen other emotions
summerscaptions: “I’m glad to see you’ve calmed down now, Carissa.”“Yes Doctor… thank you for helping me… I’ll behave now, Doctor.”“Good girl. Now, go ahead and repeat your mantra for me, then.”“I promise
summerscaptions: She’d come over to pick up her things - a toothbrush, some books, clothes that she’d kept there. All the small things that get left behind, carelessly, when you become comfortable in a place. One cardboard box, she figured. In and
summerscaptions: Emily didn’t know who the guy in front of her was, or what he was smirking about. She didn’t know where she was, or how she got here, or whether or not she should be worried. She didn’t know her own last name, or what day it was,
summerscaptions: Gonna be home kind of late tonight. Sorry baby! Got to finish these reports before the weekend. Erin sighed. Late nights at the office were becoming the norm for Andy these last few weeks. She tried not to nag him about it, but it was
summerscaptions: ditzydolls: Jane and I had an ongoing little contest. As the only competent mind-controllers in this crap city, from time to time we’d take a shot at each other. Nothing serious, just the occasional playful telepathic command. See
summerscaptions: Try as she might, Molly just couldn’t get comfortable. Everything should have been great - the chair was adjusted perfectly, the room was nice and cool, the volume level on the video was just right. But something… something was
summerscaptions: “Um, so wait. Like, can you explain it again?”“Kim, we don’t have time for this-”“No, I know, I know! It’s just, y’know, I feel like I almost get it, okay?”“Fine. Fine, but then we really need to get you that
summerscaptions: “Oh, shit - Bryan? Is that you? Thank god you’re home, I think something’s wrong with me!”“Whoa, Em - what happened?”“I don’t know! I just - well, fuck, just look at me! My skin, my hair, my - ohhfuck - my tits!”“You
summerscaptions: You can see this, can’t you? Not everybody can. Most people have already scrolled past. They didn’t even notice there was text here. They’re on to the next picture, and the next, and the next. They’ve got no idea that this was
summerscaptions: They’d always been pretty similar. Denise was more a math-and-science geek, whereas Melissa was more into foreign literature and poetry. But they both spent almost all their free time alone, at home, reading or studying. Neither of
summerscaptions: I’ll admit it - I actually really enjoy weddings. I act like I don’t, because that’s what people expect from me, basically. I’ve got the whole cynical, sarcastic persona thing, y’know? So obviously I turn up my nose at people
summerscaptions: Swear to god, I was only gonna have, like, a tiny bit of ice cream, just as like, a l’il treat for doin’ so good on my diet lately. But it tasted soooo good, I just kinda couldn’t stop! I don’t really remember the next l’il
summerscaptions: This isn’t what I wanted, Bethany thought, I just wanted to be a little cuter, a little ditzier! She’d messed up the proportions of the potion, that must have been it. She could still change it, probably, reverse things, make herself
summerscaptions: I heard every word he said as he brain-fucked my roommate. Maybe that was a mistake. Initially I’d been trying to do something about it - gather evidence, I guess, or something. I approached her about it, but she just giggled and said
summerscaptions: I heard the door click quietly closed behind me as I walked out into the heat. The humidity was awful. Outside for three seconds and already I could feel sweat beading up all over me. I tugged my too-tiny shorts up, trying to get them
summerscaptions: Meg squeezed her tits again. She couldn’t think of anything else to do. She’d first noticed them growing about a week ago. It wasn’t much - not like her bras were suddenly too tight or anything. She was in the shower, lathering
summerscaptions: Three-prompt story: memory, plaid, pizzeria Tina stood outside the restaurant, trying to quell the butterflies in her stomach. Ray was going to be here soon. She couldn’t wait to meet him. He’d looked so handsome online, and he was
summerscaptions: There’s a legend in these parts that speaks of a road out in the desert. Some folks will tell you that it’s a long, straight highway, reaching directly for where the sun meets the horizon when day turns into night. Others’ll tell
summerscaptions: Each time she looked back, he looked better. At first, she hadn’t really noticed him. Just some short, sweaty guy, poorly dressed with greasy hair. It was only the lecherous smile he was giving her that caught her eye. A few steps
summerscaptions: “Right here, Sir?” Gina tossed her hair as she looked over her shoulder, trying to be as sexy and smouldering at possible. (pose. obey. be sexy.) She placed her hands on the wall, fingertips delicately touching it, and spread her
summerscaptions: Thursday, 9:47 PM diana_angel: Hey, guess what?gst443: what?diana_angel: Remember how I said I had some family that lives near you?gst443: i think so. what was it, an aunt or something?diana_angel: Yeah. Well, my cousin’s getting married
summerscaptions: They came in so differently. Corporate women in town for business, mothers staying here on vacation, travelers just spending the night on their way somewhere else. They’d enter the lobby specific and diverse - some modest, some serious,
summerscaptions: I’m not really sure what I’m doing. I don’t know why I’ve been having these urges - to wear my hair in pigtails, to dress up all cutesy and girlish, to giggle and twirl my hair and flirt. I’m not stodgy or prim or anything,
summerscaptions: Sometimes Julie would have an unwelcome thought. They were always very noticeable - it was like big black cloud all stuffed full of rain pushing its way in front of the sun. She’d be walking down the street, smiling, winking at the
