Thread by @Valentina_NSFW

CYOA
Content Warning: 18+, bondage, Brainwashing, Hypnosis, slavery
This one will be F/F, from the dominant point of view
[START]
There's a party at your place; just a few friends, hanging out and watching bad movies.

On the screen, a woman sits, bound to a chair, forced to stare at a pocket watch.
'No! No!' she shouts, performance exaggerated.
'The acting in this is /terrible/' someone remarks. As a hypnotist, you agree.
'Ugh, this is so FAKE'. your best friend, Erika, says, rolling her eyes

An evil thought creeps into your mind, a smile coming across your face.
You'll show her just how 'fake' Hypnosis really is...
You spend the rest of the movie plotting and planning.
She nudges you.
'Well? What should we do next?'
You didn't even realize that the movie ended.

Starting off, two truths and a lie. When it's your turn, you pay special attention to Erica as you say your piece, finishing with 'I'm a hypnotist.'
There's a bunch of guesses, but you only pay attention to her. Predictably, she calls bullshit, pouting when you reveal the answer

'That's bullshit! Hypnosis is fake!'
You give her an evil smile.
'Oh? Then you wouldn't mind giving it a try, would you?"
You can tell she's nervous, but nobody is gonna let her back down, especially not you.
'F-fine.' She says. 'It won't work anyway.'
You smile. How to do it?

She's so on edge, she nearly jumps when you run your fingers through her hair.
"Just relax~" you whisper.
"You-you're doing it already?" She stammers.
"Not at all..." You whisper in her ear, and she shudders for an entirely different reason. "Just calm down, relax..."

"And...DROP"
You snap her fingers and her head rolls forward, body going limp.
The other guests gasp, but silence them with a look before they can wake her from trance.
Now she'll see how 'fake' Hypnosis really is...
But what sort of Trigger to use?

*SNAP*
She wakes up, groggy.
"Well, dear?" you ask sweetly. "What do you think?"
"Ithinkyou'rereallyhot" she mumbles, before clapping her hands over her mouth in embarrassment, eyes wide.
There's an eruption of laughter, and you almost feel sorry for her.
Almost.

In retrospect, a hypnotically hobbled impulse control, and open first-floor window, and embarrassment were a bad combination. She bolts off into the night, rapidly disappearing into the darkness.
You all look at one another.
"what do we do??" someone asks in sudden panic

Luckily, she just shoots off in a straight line, and there's no way you were going to let her escape.
'Stop.' you say, snapping your fingers. Instantly, she stops running, half-lidded eyes staring off into the distance. You look around, but it looks like you lost the others.

In fact, there's no one around anywhere. What now? Her house isn't too far away, and you're pretty sure one of your dominatrix friends lives around here too. Heck, maybe the others went back to your place, why let the party stop?

Your friend Erin opens the door, wearing a corset and sweatpants.
"We're closed." She says flatly.
"It's not like that!" You stammer as you tell her what happened.
She rolls her eyes.
"Fine."
You drag her into the waiting room, a dark, forboding place lined in red velvet.

Erin stalks upstairs.
"Keep an eye on her" she calls back. "I've had a long day and I'm NOT in the mood."
It's been a long day for you too...but you need to make sure things don't go further off the rails. What are you going to do with her?

"C'mon," you say, laying down on a soft padded couch, "Cuddle up."
"mmmmnmmmmmyeeesssss"
You smile as she curls up against you, resting her head on your chest. She's actually kind of cute...
Oh.
Oh no.
You've got a crush.
Fuck...what are you gonna do now???

You try not to think about it as you cuddle up to her, feeling her soft skin, her silky hair...she smells really nice, you realize. Still, it's been a long day...
You slowly wake up together, beginning to stir.
"Mmnnnhhh...what?" she looks around. "Wait, where are we?"

You rub the sleep out of your eyes. "at my friend's place."
"Then what's THAT?!?" she says, blushing, pointing at the logo; handcuffs, rope, and a ballgag in the shape of a heart.
"she's a dominatrix. it's her dungeon."
Her face, turns even more red, if that were possible.

"D-did we have SEX?"
"Would you like to?"
"W-what?"
You start to crawl towards her, slowly straddling her...
What now?

She blushes as you tilt her chin up.
"Kiss me."
She hesitates for a second before obliging, her lips soft and warm. Her arms wrap around you as a needy whine escapes her.
She gasps as you pin her down, straddling her.
"You like that, don't you?" you whisper in her ear.

All she can do is whimper as you plant a soft kiss on her neck.
"Say it."
"I-I like it..."
"Good girl..." you say, rewarding her with another kiss there, making her whine and squirm under your touch.

"More..." she whines, gasping as you pin both wrists with one hand and gently cup her face.
"Tell me..." you whisper, smiling as she shudders. "Do you want to be tied up? Be my pretty little plaything?"
Her response? A whining, pleading 'Yes."

"Yes *Mistress*" you correct, running a thumb over her lips before slipping it into her mouth. "Beg for it, sweetie..."
She obliges, words garbled as she sucks your fingers, moaning.
"Good girl~" you whisper, before slipping a blindfold over her eyes.

She's breathing fast, panting, as you drag her into the dungeon.
So many toys....which to use first?

She whimpers as the straps tighten around her body.
"Do you like that, slave?"
All she does in response is moan as you run your hands over her body. That simply won't do...

She shudders and moans as your fingertips trace her inner thighs.
"Tell me, slave...tell me what you want..."
She struggles in vain against the straps, gasping, as you draw your nails over her sensitive skin.
"M...make me..." she says, weakly.

You stifle a laugh. It's obvious how much she wants you, wants this...but she asked for it.
"Do you know what this is, slave?" you ask, taking a flogger and dragging it over her skin.
"N-no..."
She flinches hard as you strike the table.

"This is a flogger...one of my favorite toys, especially if my slave's being...naughty."
She whimpers.
You show her all of the dungeon's impact toys, letting her imagination go wild as you run them over her body, as they swish through the air and smack against your palm.

She cries out, almost in tears, as you crack the whip in the air above her. Still, the whole time, she gently thrusts her hips, desperate for the slightest touch.
"Do you know which one I'll use first, slave?"
She swallows.
"N-no..."

"None of them." you say, letting them fall to the floor. She barely has time to gasp in surprise before you clamp a hand over her mouth, plunging the other between her thighs. "Just...my...hands..."

Her back arches as you play with her. When you pull away, all she can say is 'please,' over and over and over again.
"Please what, slave?"
"Please, Mistress! Please-" she begs, words cut off as you plunge two fingers into her drooling mouth.

"That's right...and what does that make you?"
"Slave! I'm your slave, mis-ohhhhhh~" she moans as you kiss her nipple, planting soft kisses all over her body.
"I'm your slave...I'm your slave...I'm your slave..." she chants as you touch her.
Then, you pull away.

"Break me..." she whispers, almost too quiet to hear.
"What was that, slave?"
"BREAK ME!" she cries with sudden force. "Break me, make me your slave, break my mind, make me yours, Mistress, make me your broken little slave, break me Mistress PLEASE!!!"
You smile.

"Good girl..." you coo, whispering into her ear. "If I break you...there's no going back. Is that what you want?"
Just a moment's hesitation before she nods.
"Yes, mistress." she moans.
"Good girl," you say, kissing her softly on the lips, gently pulling off the blindfold.

She blinks as you pull out your phone and hit [RECORD].
"Tell me. Tell everyone what you really are, what you really want."
She gulps.
"I want Mistress to break me." she begins, fighting to keep her voice level. "I want her to break my mind. I want her to train me. I want to b-"

"Good girl." you say, wrapping a hand around her throat.
"I want to be owned!" she struggles out, hips bucking. "I wanna be a slave, I wanna be a good girl, Mistress' good girl-"
"Enough." you say, giving her a light slap and ending the video.

Her eyes are wide with excitement and fear as you lean in.
"Any last words, slave? While you still have a mind to say them?"
"I have a crush on you." she says, the words running together. "Have for a long time, but I didn't know what do do about it, and-"
You kiss her.
"Me too."

Now...how to break her?

"Good girl." you say, giving her a peck on the cheek and blindfolding her once again. "I'll be right back~"
"Mistress...please...touch me..." she moans, hips bucking, becoming more and more desperate as your footsteps click towards the door.
"Please Mistress! I'll do anything!"

A slow smile creeps across your face.
"Anything?"
She nods, frantic.

"Then wait~"
She whimpers as you leave. You quickly nip home and grab what you need: vibrator, vibrating plug, gas mask, VR headset, rebreather bag, scented candle. Then, back to the dungeon, closer the door gently behind you, doing your best to keep your footfalls silent.

You shouldn't have bothered. She's mindlessly thrashing in her bounds, moaning.
"Maybe I should have gagged you~"
She jumps at the sound of your voice.
"M-mistress?"
"Good girl~" you say, straddling her and stripping the blindfold off. She gives you a look of pure desperation.

"Are you ready to be brainwashed? To have your mind broken and reprogrammed, making you nothing but my mindless slave?"
You stop her before she can respond.
"Last chance...you won't ever be the same..."
She stares at you in adoration, in desperation, in need.
"Please..."

"Good girl~" you say, gently slipping the plug into her, nestling the wand on her most sensitive spot. Both are silent, for the moment, but she whimpers all the same.
"I'm going to give you so much pleasure, your mind will have no choice but to break..."

Next, you strap the gas mask over her face, the rebreather bag rapidly contracting as she pants. You arrange it so each breath smells sweetly of vanilla and sandalwood.
"Can you smell that, slave?" you say, caressing her face. "It's a special hypnotic gas..."

"It's specially designed to break your mind...make you nice and suggestible for me. Can you feel it start to take control? Of you? Of your mind?"
She her eyelids flutter as she moans gently and nuzzles your hand, either from the placebo effect or arousal.
Or both.

She barely notices as you strap the headset over her eyes and ears.
"And of course, that means I need something to reprogram your mind with...this is my favorite. Swirling spirals, flashing images, binaural beats, subliminal programming...your mind doesn't stand a chance..."

You lean in close, whispering in her ear as your thumb hovers over the activation button.
"Beg for me, slave...beg to be brainwashed..."
"Please...Mistress...Please..." she repeats, breathlessly.
"Enjoy the next ten seconds, slave...it's the last time you'll have your own mind~"

She begs and pleads and moans and thrusts her hips as you count her down.
"And...ZERO." you say, bringing the vibrators and brainwashing helmet to life.

It takes less than a minute for the first orgasm to rip through her body, turning her into an incoherently babbling mess.
But it doesn't stop.
You touch yourself as the vibrators force orgasm after orgasm, turning moans of pleasure into pleas for mercy into raw animal screaming.

"Isn't this what you wanted, sweetheart?" you whisper as your own orgasm approaches, as she strains against her bonds. "Didn't you want to cum so badly? I'm just giving you what you wanted~"
She can't hear you, of course. Not through the brainwashing, as yet another orgasm hits.

You straddle her, hands player over your body and hers, as the final climax nears. She's so far gone she can't even scream anymore, rapid, ragged, gasps the only sound coming from within the gas mask. Your moans match them as you ride her, closer and closer to your own orgasm.

You cum together, bucking and moaning in unison. With shuddering breaths, you come to realize that she's completely still, despite the vibrators still buzzing deep inside her.
She's passed out.
Broken.
You smile, switching off the vibrators and unbuckling her restraints.

With some difficulty, you get her back to your place, tucking her under the soft cotton covers of your bed.
After about an hour, she stirs, blinking in confusion.
"W...what? What happened?"
You gently press a glass of water into your hands.

"I had the weirdest...dream? It must have been a dream. I think I had too much..." she says, drinking greedily and rubbing her eyes. "I'm...all sore..."
Now...how do you comfort her?

She freezes as you gently cup her chin.
"What did you dream about, dear?"
Her face flushes a deep scarlet.
"I, um..." she stammers, looking away. "There was-we were in a, a dungeon, and, um, you, uh, tied me up, and, um, played with me, and..."

"And then I brainwashed you."
Finally, she meets your gaze. You tighten your grip and draw her in closer.
"You wanted to be my slave. To be trained and broken for me. For me to break your mind. You begged for it. So I did."
"Wh-what?"
You smile, cocking your head.
"Kneel."

She obeys, to no one's surprise but her own. Her mouth opens in shock.
"Quiet."
Her mouth closes, sharply inhaling as you tug her hair.
"I'll show it to you...there's a box under the bed. Open it...slave."
She lets out a shaky moan at your final word, silently opening the box.

Collars, cuffs, chains, gags...
Her mouth drops open, looking to you.
"Well? What do you think?"
She swallows, nervous.
"Speak."
"This is...this is crazy." She looks up. W...what do I do now?"
"Why would I tell you what to do? You're not my slave..." you smile. "Right?"

"Right." she says, far too quickly. "This is just a prank. Nothing'll happen. You'll see." Still, her hands grasp the collar you laid on top without hesitation.
"I'll show you." she babbles, wrapping the thick leather strap around her neck. "There's nothing special about..."

*CLICK*
"Iiiiiittttttt..." she moans, eyes closing as her whole body sags from the pleasure.
You smile.
"That-That was nothing! I was just joking!" she rambles, letting out a nervous laugh.
You say nothing, still smiling as she fidgets.
"God, it's hot in here. Must be." she says

Within seconds, her clothes lay discarded on the floor.
"And, like, it doesn't matter! See, I'll show you!" she says, strapping a harness over her torso, the straps tight around her breasts, making them bulge.
*CLICK*
"HHHhhhhhhhhh...I mean, that's tighter than I thought. Yeah."

She really was adorable.
"God, are you staring at my crotch? Pervert." she says, quickly shrugging a chastity belt, moaning as the attached dildo enters her without resistance.
"There! All covered up!" she does a little twirl. "And I don't feel any different at all! See?"

You don't say anything; you don't have to.
"I'll prove it to you! I'll keep going!" she says, grabbing a set of wrist, ankle, and thigh cuffs.
After the first set, she's breathing hard.
After the second, she's panting.
After the third, a low, constant moan leaks from her lips.

"I'm...I'm tired! Yeah! That's why I'm keeling!" she says, locking her ankles and thighs together.
You lean forward, resting your chin in your hand.
"What's your name?"
"I am your slave, Mistress!" she says without hesitation. A moment later, she realized.
"What? I mean, no!"

She grabs the ballgag and shoves it into her mouth, locking the harness around her head with a series of slicks.
"Mhee? Mmigh...mmant...mmmmmmm..." she moans, cradling her strapped cheeks. Her hands travel down her chest.
"Mmmmmmmmmm..." she moans, grasping her breasts.

Suddenly, she realizes what she's doing. She grabs the final clip and locks her hands behind her back.
"Mhgee? Mmonw mighmant..."
She pauses.
She pulls at her restraints.
Twice.
Three times.
There isn't a key to be found.
Anywhere.
"Mmmmmmgh!" she says, turning to you.

You reach forward as lay a blindfold over her eyes, then leave her there to prepare. Her muffled cries soon become rhythmic, pleasurable as the door shuts behind you.
You get dressed.
Stiletto heels.
Thigh-highs of tight black latex.
A crotchless pair of panties.

A corset, laced tight, quarter cups lifting your breasts high.
Finally, a black ribbon choker, with a glittering crystal at its center.
When you return, she's a writhing, moaning mess, her thighs wet and slick.
"Quiet."
She's too lost in arousal to hear you, mindlessly thrusting

You grab her hair.
"I won't ask again."
Instantly, she stops.
"Good girl." you say, and smile as she arches in pleasure.
A ragged moan escapes her as the blindfold comes off. She drools, shameless, as you remove the gag, mouth hanging open.

"What are you?"
"I am your slave, Mistress!" she moans without restraint.
"And what do you want?"
"I want...to be your slave, Mistress!"
You roll your eyes. She'll learn.
"Do you want to cum, slave?"
"Please Mistress, yes please let me cum Mistress please-"

"No you don't."
She stops, confused.
You spread your legs.
"You want to serve me. You LIVE to serve me. Obedience feels better than cumming."
"Yes Mistress." she breathes, leaning forward, tongue out.

You grab her hair, halting her advance.
"Slowly~" you tease.
She moans, and starts kissing her way up your legs. She lets out another moan with each kiss, growing more and more desperate the closer she gets.
She stops milliliters away from your core, just like a good girl should

"Please..." she breathes. "Please, Mistress...let me taste you..."
You grab her hair and force her down between your legs, sandwiching her head between your thighs. She goes to work immediately, drawing a moan from your lips, only slowing down once she begins to run out of air.

You wait until her eyes start to roll back before letting her catch her breath. Only for a moment, though.
Soon, your own orgasm starts to build, hips thrusting, the two of you moaning in unison.
"More...don't stop...don't stop...don't...hhhhhh...hahhhhh...."

You cum, keeping her pinned between your legs as your juices flow down her throat, painting her face. She looks up at you, expectant.
"Good girl..." you say, caressing her cheek. "But do you really think you're already done?"

You don't give her a chance to respond before you force her back between your legs, giving her no choice but to pleasure you, or suffocate.
Like a good girl, she makes her Mistress cum.
Again.
And again.
And again.
And again.

Finally, both of you completely spent, you collapse into bed together, Slave and Mistress together at last. She nuzzles you, ensnared by your touch, her restraints, and the earbuds reinforcing her programming, her submission to you.

Eventually, you wakes up, both of you reluctant to go back to your normal lives...
You unlock her...but leave the chastity belt on.
If any of your friends notice the way she drapes herself over you, they write it off as the honeymoon phase of young love.

And if any of them notice the thin silver band locked around her neck...well, they don't know what it means.
But every so often, she plays with the heart-shaped lock...and you know *exactly* what's on her mind.
Submission.
Obedience.
Slavery.
Pleasure.

She belongs to you, body and mind...and she loves it.
[END]