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Compliance Security
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By putting up our special warning signs, criminals will know to beware – or know that entering indicates consent to our process. Those that risk it will simply find themselves left compliant to you. Not your type? No worries, simply instruct them that they can’t get off until they have been processed by the police they have surrendered to – or until they return home if you believe in second chances. If they are your type, go ahead and punish them as you see fit – or let them punish you, if that’s what you’re into. The more the gas continues to release, the more aroused and compliant they become. Robbers beware before you’re robbed of your will!
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Flashback Friday: Who’s Tutoring Who?
First Friday of the Month features a flashback to a previous story, sometimes with improvements added. Original Here.
“I don’t get it, Coach. Why you wanna get me a math tumor when I’m a meathead now?”
Tutor. Math tutor. “Oh yeah, right. Like that old TV show..” I think you mean The Tudors.
“Fuck Coach, you know I only watch shows with muscle guys now. Don’t gotta think, just watch them in their gear. But I still don’t get why you have him comin’ over.”
No worries, musclehead. And you have to trust me on this. I think he’ll be very good for you in ways you both have longed for. Just be sure you start playing this when he’s here…
“And when you factor in y… I’m sorry, what is this playing? It feels like it’s making my head fuzzy.”
“Not sure, bro. Somethin’ from Coach.”
“I think you should turn if off.”
The meathead grabbed his tutor’s pen and practically commanded him: “Relax, bro. Just listen.”
And as the tutor listen, the special music overtook him. “It feels good to relax.” Soon his head was nodding down until he had zoned out completely, only to be caught by surprise when he woke up.
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The Wish
The Motorcycle Mechanic
Don’t Mind
“You really think ya can hypnosis me Coach? ‘cuz I don’t think ya can. I’m too smart for that.”
Of course you are, jock. There’s no way I’ve already transformed you into a a dumb jock.
“I ain’t dumb, Coach!”
And there’s no way you’ll begin taking off your clothes as you chat with Me.
“Why would I do that Coach? Oh my jacket? That’s just cuz it’s hot in here Coach. Still kinda warm in this joint. Dude, do you have your heat on in September? Maybe I should strip down more. You don’t mind, do ya, Coach?”
I don’t mind, jock, nor does your mind happen to mind that I’ve left you transformed right into that dumb jock you had always wanted to be deep down. And as you are left beginning to remember those deep down desires, you are left so incredibly aroused.
“Fuck, Coach, you’re talking so fast I don’t understand whatchya are sayin’. Was it important Coach? Cuz this boner is startin’ to feel really important. Like I need to take care of it.
The words are not left important as you focus right on that pleasure, left unable to resist as you begin to stroke right along until you are left needing to sit down and relax right for me. That’s it, jock, just nice and slow right along that dick until you are left getting so sleepy.
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The Roommate
Good Jocks Obey Coach
Peyton was excited to take part of Coach’s special FitDimWit jock training program. Though he’d done well earlier on, college academics had proven a challenge. The chance to forget about all the pressures everyone else was putting on him and just enjoy the college life of a jock was just too tempting. A simple life of muscle, hanging with the bros and sex sounded exactly like what he wanted…. and perhaps even what he needed.
Yet, as he sat there, he seemed to doubt the program’s power. “Wait, you’re saying you’ll be able to trigger me into taking off my shirt? No way, Coach.”
Are you sure about that? Take off your shirt jock.
“Whoa, how’d you do that, Coach?”
It’s easy. Good jocks obey Coach’s instructions. You are a good jock. You obey My instructions.
“But it was so automatic. How’s that possible on the first day of trainin’, Coach?”
Coach smirked. I guess you’re just a natural. I’m sure you’re going to ace this program in no time.
“Ya think so, Coach?”
Sure. Now take off your pants.
“Yes, Sir,” the jock replied as his hand reached for his belt buckle.
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The Barback & The Bartender
There’s No Way It Works On Me
JD was the type of rich, preppy fratboy that seemed to have everything figured out – even if that was partially because so much had been handed to him, including good genetics. But sometimes the ones that are the most convinced they are above everyone else, are the ones that so easily slip down below them. So it was when JD spotted me in a park wearing a hypnosis t-shirt. “There’s no way that’s real.” I explained to him how he had been left with preconceived notions right from movies and right from TV, but that real hypnosis worked right in other ways. “There’s no way it works on me then.” I told him how he might be right, as one had to be left willing to open their mind right up to suggestions in order for the hypnosis to work. If you are left thinking about it, it is hot what can be revealed.”
Why did you take off your shirt?
“Because it’s getting hot.”
And you thought that when I said it was hot, only to reveal your body to me.
“What? No, that’s just a coincidence.”
Perhaps you are right, but I bet I am also right that you have been left more suggestible right in that mind than you have been left admitting, and I know that you know I’m right. And you are left perfectly safe right with me, so go ahead and let right go to the possibilities. Because if you are left opening up to the possibilities, doesn’t that just feel so right deep down? Of course it does.” And so it went as I continued to answer for him, convincing him further and further of the potential of hypnosis.
“I’m still not sure I believe in hypnosis,” JD told me as he stood naked in a bedroom, not realizing he had already been in a deep trance and filled with my suggestions that echoed in his subconscious mind.
This time, though, I wanted him to feel the power of hypnosis. Then why are you naked in this bedroom with me?
A flash of awareness spread across his face, and his face began to look increasingly panicked. “Why can’t I move?”
Because I also suggested that everything but your mouth and eyes would be frozen in place. But don’t worry… you have allowed this to happen because you want this to happen. Deep down, you have wanted to let go to a simpler life.
No more expectations. No more needing to be perfect. Just nice and simple for your new Coach.
As he submitted, I allowed him to relax on the bed and began to have him stroke himself for Me. Every stroke, of course, would help him further let go of all thoughts and all intelligence, until only a simple musclehead remained. As he found himself less able to think, he no longer questioned everything – which meant the suggestions I told him were now true, indeed had become true for him.
“Of course hypno is real Coach! Don’t I always go under for you? Fuck, you’ve helped me get so huge!”
Pleased with his instant progress, I decided it was time let it all sink in..
“Hey Coach,” JD stopped by the window while out for a morning jog. I could tell he had been hitting the lifting harder as well, with pecs that were already looking bigger than before. Having the meathead move into the apartment I showed him, as he used his trust fund to pay Me rent, was a brilliant move that kept him close for regular programming, and I loved having My newest muscle toy so close to Me he could stop by on his jog.
I would be taking advantage of both his body and his obedience, tempered with hypnotic amnesia, later on. For now, I was just going to enjoy waking up to a little bit of eye candy. Hey JD, you’re looking good. Let’s see My good boy flex for his Coach.
“Yes, Sir!”
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