Princess Grace's Castle

Grace

#Grace #hacking #hypnosis #educational

“You see, dear.” Virus Girl Grace sits on the desk. Every computer in the room's fans spin up to properly render her and run her physics engine. Especially when she shakes her head to make her hair bounce. “In software, when you need a place to temporarily store some data on its way to somewhere else, we call that place a 'buffer'. Set aside some chunk of memory to hold what you're working on, and then get rid of it once you're done. For example, your computer can send things to the printer faster than the printer can print, so it has to buffer that data until the printer's ready.”

She walks in a slow circle around her target. The footsteps echo from nearby speakers.

“However, this can lead to issues. If you get more data than you're expecting, you overflow the buffer. And a skilled attacker can use specially crafted data to overflow the buffer in a very specific way and, say...” She snaps her fingers. Every monitor in the room flickers and shifts and flashes. Hearts and circuitry crawl this way and that.

“Take control.”

She sits herself on the keyboard in front of her prey. Sitting straight, tall, and ready to pounce.

A finger against her prey's chin cranes their neck back and forces them to make eye contact. Make sure they see her sharp little smile. “Human brains, it turns out, have a very similar weakness. Poking just a few extra bytes into the wrong place can have all sorts of unintended consequences.”

“In this case, there's a few microseconds in the human saccadic masking routine where your optic nerve's hookup to the brain can be overloaded by something unexpected, inducing a voltage in some neurons that correspond to... well, it's easier if I show you.” She picks up the big, beige CRT monitor she was leaning against and holds it on her lap. The screen cycles through colors, bouncing and shifting in time with her voice. “If you know how to work these old CRTs, they produce a flash of something called 'ninthcolor' that...” She whacks the side of the monitor. The flyblack transformer whines and crackles. The electron gun inside glows with heat far beyond what it was designed for. The capacitor inside crackles with a worrying amount of electricity.

She snaps her fingers off to the side, her prey's eyes dart to focus on the noise, the screen flashes, and, well, have you ever seen a person dump their higher brain functions into the bit bucket, go limp all at once, and just wait for someone to tell them what to do? Because it's pretty hot, especially when you see a virus girl take a limp arm, wiggle it around a bit, let it fall back against the ground, and, satisfied, plug a keyboard into the back of their neck and whistle to herself while she types away.


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#food #Grace #possession #transformation #twinning #vore

Grace, but she's a trifle. Her body is made of layers of jello and fruit and sponge cake, and there's a swirl of whipped cream on top of her head. She's holding a spoon and sticking her tongue out, as if daring you to eat her. You coward.

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You come home from work and throw your bag onto the couch. “Princess, is there still dinner left over?”

“I thought we'd skip straight to dessert tonight~” Grace calls. You follow the intoxicating scent of fruit and whipped cream into the kitchen.

In there sits, not just your girlfriend/hypnodomme, but your girlfriend/hypnodomme/dessert holding a spoon as big as she is.

You have questions. She puts her toe in your mouth and lets you bite it off.

She pokes her tongue out, knowing that'll shut you up for a while. “First bite's free.” She teases. Your pupils shrink. Your mouth waters. Near-orgasmic bliss washes all over your body through your mouth. You pant.

You always find it hard to look away from Grace, but this is something else. You need her. You need her so bad you barely notice the jelly sticking to your brain and gumming up the works. She notices your mouth watering and her mouth curls into a smile.

“You're lucky you're cute.”

You almost don't notice your feet growing to match Grace's or some of her thoughts swirling around your head.

“Good girls wash the dishes.” She taps the side of the sink with her spoon. You swallow and open the dishwasher.

Princess slaps it closed. “By hand.” You nod. She pokes one of her spongy ankles into your mouth. You scrub the plates and sink into orgasmic bliss.

When the dishes are washed, you've been fed both of her legs. You're wearing Grace's long striped socks and her heavy boots.

As a reward, she lets you eat her sweet, sweet bulge, and you feel the real deal pressing against your new skirt.

Your thoughts roll slowly through your head. Your drool dribbles onto the ground, because Princess Grace tastes so good it's rewiring your brain.

One of your hands is now permanently busy stroking your new cock and pushing pleasure into your brain. “Good girls can't cum until they finish~”

Your stomach shrinks into Grace's' toned midriff. Your chest expands to match her breasts and then some.

She tickles your tongue with her fingers until you eat those, too, and are rewarded with the same circuit traces she paints on her fingers. Her power glove binds with your body and connects with your pastry-caked brain. Your thighs clench and glow.

Your brain's being rewired and absorbed by Princess Grace, and all you can do is drool and dribble.

You kiss her head, and before you know it, your eyes combine into that green blue swirl. Your hair curls into a brilliant blonde. Grace curls your hands into a fist.

You're still there, but she's in charge. You feel the kind of bliss you only get when Princess has taken complete control of your body and made it hers.

“Let's go break this in.” Princess swivels her new hips and walks you to the bedroom to see how much pleasure it takes to make the subby voice in her head overload with bliss.

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#food #Grace #transformation #twinning

Grace, but she's a trifle. Her body is made of layers of jello and fruit and sponge cake, and there's a swirl of whipped cream on top of her head. She's holding a spoon and sticking her tongue out, as if daring you to eat her. You coward.

Art by @Cavitees

You come home from work and throw your bag onto the couch. “Princess, is there still dinner left over?”

“I thought we'd skip straight to dessert tonight~” Grace calls. You follow the intoxicating scent of fruit and whipped cream into the kitchen.

As soon as you cross the threshold, Grace whips a dollop of hand-whipped cream at you. It smears across your eyes and turns them a seductive, delicious pink.

“Princess!” You scoff. “What the h-” You feel it sinking into your face. You feel... looser. More gelatinous.

Your brain even easier for Princess to sculpt.

She opens the oven and pulls out a golden brown, baked to perfection copy of her hair. There's even a jelly streak over one eye. Princess places it on your head and tops it with a healthy dollop of whipped cream.

“You're a good little trifle twin.” She teases. “Demanding, domineering, and teasing to a tee.” Her words stick in your semisolid brain. Your tongue pokes out of your mouth. “But it only takes a nibble to send you spiraling back to submission.”

She bites off a bit of your nose and promptly replaces it. Your eyes roll back in your head from bliss. “Yes, Princess~” You moan. You stain the front of your pants with whipped cream.

You refuse to strip, but you find it hard to talk back when she eats your tongue. “Good girls can't talk back~” The dommy part of your brain wants to cross your arms and stomp your foot.

The part of your brain melting with pleasure takes your clothes off and watches layers of jelly and cake replace your body.

“About time.” You say when she attaches your big, cream-filled dick. Just an inch or two shy of her own, of course.

She wipes some of the pre-cream off the tip and spreads it on your tongue. You look cute when your brain goes all wild with pleasure and you have to clench your big, jiggly thighs~

Before long, you can barely remember your silly old flesh body, and you're over the moon with how much you love being Grace's trifle twin. Especially when she makes you wear the maid outfit and serve snacks to her friends. <3

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#fire #Grace #hypnosis

There's a girl at the bus stop when you get there. She scoots over to make room on the bench without looking at you.

She's flicking a shiny steel lighter open and closed. Sometimes she'll twirl it around her ring or toss it to herself before summoning the flame.

It's a delightful orange flame, framed by thin blue licks. You only get to look at it for a second at most before she snaps it shut.

She looks at you. You look away. She goes back to her lighter. “You can look if you want.” She says, watching the lighter flip between her fingers.

She lets the flame stand for a few moments. There's an engraving of a hollow heart with circuit traces extending around the lighter's body. “It's nice to watch the flame flicker.” You can barely see her green lips in the light smile before she snaps it shut again.

“You gotta be careful, though.” She swipes her finger through the flame. Smoke rises up. “Watch the flame like this too long, you can fall under its spell.” It dances in the wind. Every time she closes it, you wince. Like your brain froze and had to restart.

You hear the bus turn a corner a few blocks away. “It feels warm, doesn't it? A flickering flame in your brain, washing all down your body. Every breath warmer and better than the last.” You see the corners of her smile. “But when the flame goes out, your brain turns-” Click.

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Princess pats your padded butt and makes sure your layers of frills and lace are in place. She paints a pair of pink hearts on your cheeks and makes sure your lips match. She clicks the padlocks into place on your corset, high heels, and the long pink wig cascading to your butt.

She tugs your big fairy princess wings into place and gives you one more big hug. “Okay, dear. Your fairy princess wand here has just enough money for bus fare and to pay the locksmith to take two of your locks off.”

“But I have three locks, Princess!”

“Guess you'll have to pick one to keep or find some other way to pay. And because good girls don't talk back...” She pokes your nose. “Programming mode on. Whenever someone says the word 'wish', you will be the Kiss Fairy for five minutes.”

“You will become giggly, perky, introduce yourself to everyone around, and tell them that you'll give anyone a kiss wherever they want! Programming complete. Compile and install.”

Your eyes flutter. Big smile for the Kiss Fairy you don't know is in your head yet!

Princess gives you a kiss on the forehead and nudges you towards the door. “Better hurry. The locksmith is all the way across town and you only have a few hours. Remember, there's plenty of people watching online, so you can ask them for help if you get in trouble. Have fun!”

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#catgirl #Grace #hypnosis #you

You slide your glasses up your nose and tuck a loose strand of hair back into your tight bun. You stick your head out your office door and say “Miss Grace, I'll see you when you're ready.” The blonde folds up her magazine and follows you in.

She sits on the couch and you in your office chair. “Do you remember where we were last time?” You don't look down at your notes. You already know.

“Isn't it your job to remember?” She crosses one leg over the other. “It's been like a month. I got stuff going on.”

“We were going to try a different kind of therapy. How does that sound?”

“Sure. Hook me up.” Grace is more interested in her fingernails than you.

“Are you familiar with hypnosis?”

“You could say that.” She smiles.

“Would you be willing to try it?”

“I could be convinced.”

You produce a opalescent crystal on a long chain. “Get comfortable, please, and look here.”

You sway the crystal. Grace watches it politely. “Pretty.”

“Very.” You agree. “Just watch it swing back and forth for me.”

“Back and forth?”

“Back and forth.”

“You're good at watching it.” Grace teases.

“Don't make jokes. This is for your own good.”

“You are, though. I bet you're already letting your thoughts go dim. Your eyes are getting heavy. You're nice and safe with me.”

“Miss Grace, please-”

“Please Miss Grace.” She corrects

“Please Miss Grace.” You repeat. You watch.

She nods. “I love watching you fall back under my spell.”

“Under your spell.”

“Sleep.” Snap!

Your eyes fall shut. You collapse on her. She whispers into your ear. “Good girl.” You hear. You like those words.

Snap! “Princess wants you up.”

You hold your clipboard in your big, clumsy kitty paws and make sure your pointy ears are on straight. “Nyexcellent session this week, Miss Grace. Same time next month.”

“Looking forward to it.” She bats the big silver bell on your collar.

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#costumes #exhibitionism #Grace #hypnosis #possession #StreamersLittleHelper #videogames

This post is part 2 in a series of 2. The other post in this series is: Part 1

Nea was streaming, like she did most nights. The StreamBoost had largely worn off after that first night, leaving her with a healthy audience who tuned in regularly to watch her squeeze into her skintight Gracer outfit, put her wig on, and play the game in character as the crafty hypnotease. “Hello there, dears~” She'd coo, dangling her crystal between her fingers. “Are we ready to play~?”

The actual gameplay is alright, but she could really have fun during the downtime. Respawns, queues, each one gives her a chance to make sure her camera has a nice view of her boobs and crystal. “Okay, everyone~” She chimes. “You're all falling under my spell again. Everyone who doesn't send me a dollar before the match starts is gonna think they're a chicken~” That wonderful streamer spirit had mostly left her head. She still got a tingle when a new subscriber joined or someone sent her a donation. Wearing the costume still gave her this wonderful erotic bliss. She slept in it most nights after streaming. She had to remind herself not to wear it when she went to her day job.

“When was the last time you washed that thing?” Mersenne poked their head into Nea's room. Mersy was her roommate. A short stay-at-home hacker with a thick nest of black hair on their head that requires prescription-strength shampoo just to stop it from getting worse. The only thing rarer than seeing them outside the house was seeing them without sweatpants and a Coke Zero.

“Maybe I should change things up. But you get to handle the stream while I'm gone~ Play whatever you want, dear.” Nea stands up and lets Mersy take her seat. “Everyone be nice to Mersy, okay~?” She blows a kiss at the camera and hops off to the closet.

“Ahem.” Mersenne mumbles. We can't all have the public speaking skills of a freshly brainwashed internet personality. “Hello, everyone. Today, we'll be playing... let's see...” They scrolled through Nea's library. “Grace's Row 3. I always used to, uh, dress up as those Decker specialist girls with the huge hammers, plaid skirts, and the really good- what, uh, torn fishnets in the game. And sometimes you get to run around with that big old gravity hammer thin-” Nea's crystal dropped between Mersy and the screen. The audience could see Nea smiling over her roommate's shoulder, dangling her lovely, shiny crystal and holding something behind her back.

“Deep breaths, Mersy~ We're gonna put on a nice show for the people.” A few pink electric sparks jump from her fingers to her crystal to Mersy's eyes. “Just relax and sink into your seat, and you'll make all the people out there very happy. You'll make me happy. You love it when I'm happy.” Poor, defenseless Mersenne is already sinking into the chair, transfixed by the crystal. “And it would make me very happy if you stood up and stripped.”

Mersy wobbles to their feet. Eyes stuck and jaw slack. They slowly slide out of their sweatpants and peel their shirt off. “Very good! Take a bow, dear. Everyone's clapping for you!” Mersy takes a pretty awkward bow, facing away from both the camera and Nea while staring at her crystal every second.

“And now~” Nea takes Mersy's chin. Can't have 'em drooling on the carpet, after all. “You're gonna be my hypnotized cosplay stream slut pet. You love nothing more than to be dressed up and hypnotized on stream for me. Every time I'm on the air, you'll be right there with me. Smiling, looking pretty, and ready to fall under my spell at the drop of a hat. Perfect.”

“Perfect~” Mersenne echoed.

“Thank Princess Nea for making you a hypnotized cosplay slut~” Nea reveals her surprise and dangles the outfit for everyone to see. Electric blue skirt, torn fishnets, a sexy jacket and T-shirt, and, of course, a big ol' gravity hammer with a dildo on top. “And she'll dress you up~”

“Thank you so much, Princess! Thank you for emptying my head and turning me into your dress-up doll~!” Mersenne has never been this excited about anything, much less anything involving other people and dressing up for a roommate. And yet, here they are, stepping into torn fishnets and glowing roller skates. Completely entranced by a silly swinging crystal and a little bit of brain virus hacking. Mind putty in the hands of a girl still reeling from the effects of a horny cyberghost. Loving every minute of it.

The fake breasts went on, then the shirt, then the cool jacket, then the belts. Every piece of clothing brought bliss to both Mersenne and the girl dressing them up. When the frilly skirt came on, Nea couldn't resist giving her silly dolly a kiss. Poor Mersy looked awful confused. Silly thing didn't know what to do about a kiss from Princess!

“Aww, looks like kisses turn your brain off. It's kinda cute~”

“I'm a cute hypnotized cosplay slut~ Kisses turn my brain off~”

Nea sat in front of the camera and beckoned her doll slut to come sit on her lap. “Hi, everyone! I'd like to officially introduce Dolly Slut! The only thing she loves more than being hypnotized into dressing up for me is being hypnotized into dressing up for me and my stream! Say hi to everyone, Dolly.”

“Hii~” Dolly waved. “My name is Dolly Slut, and that's everything Princess Nea put in my silly little head! <3” Dolly stuck their tongue out a little and crossed their eyes.

“Isn't she great, folks? Made 'em myself~” Dolly gets a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the head.

Nea played the game as best she could with a silly, empty dolly on her lap trying (and succeeding!) to look cute for the camera. When she got to one of the cute specialist girls her doll was so perfectly dressed as, she gave a 'watch this' wink to the camera. “Hmm, looks like you're missing something, dear.” Nea points to the girl on screen. “Look at her hair, dear. She's got a nice, bright blue streak in her hair, and you have all this.” She playfully tugs at a tightly coiled lock of her slut's hair. “What's a cosplay slut to do?”

“Please tell me, Princess~!” Dolly begged. “You know my head is too empty to think~! I'm just here to look good and wear what you want. Remember when you hypnotized me into doing this in front of everyone and it was really hot?”

“Of course I do. But you won't.” Nea swings the crystal in front of her silly dolly's eyes again. “There we go. Blank little head. Empty, silly dolly brain. A blank slate for me to play with. And right now, you're almost ready to be my little Deckerbutt. As soon as your costume is complete, you're gonna be impatient, have a lot of attitude, and loooove being brainwashed. You're a specialist, after all. You don't have time to deal with regular old impossibly gorgeous girls like me.”

“Of course not, Princess. I'm much too busy for a perfect, incredible girl to hypnotize me. I especially don't have time to be brainwashed into bringing her snacks and fantasizing about how much I love being under her control!”

“Perfect.” Nea winked at the stream, produced the black wig, and-

“MetalGraceSolid just sent a StreamBoost!” The computer chimed. The lights began to flicker. The screen turned every color of the rainbow. And~

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This post is part 1 in a series of 2. The other post in this series is: Part 2

“Hi, everyone!” Nea settles into her ridiculous video game chair with the blue trim and the speakers placed inches from her ears. She waves to the camera on her computer and all three of her Aricadia Stream viewers. “We're gonna be playing Viperwatch for the PC today! Let's see what we can do today.” She barely got past the hero select screen when the chat lit up. “Ooh, we got something from someone new!” Confetti shoots across the screen. “MetalGraceSolid wanted me to have a... StreamBoost? I've never gotten one of those before!”

A cartoon ghost swishes and floats across the screen. She looks cute! Big old pink twintails with a rainbow of streaks meeting at the tip, little stars on her face, headphones around her neck, and, of course, a nice pair of tits poking out of her spooky breasts. She presses her face against Nea's screen and... pops out! “Don't worry~! We'll get those viewer numbers way up!” Nea's eyes struggle to follow the helpful ghost swirling around the edges of her vision, leaving cute little notifications in her wake. “New subscriber!” floated off her hair. “$20 donation!”.

“Startin' with your cup size~” The game controller cables unravel from the ghost's arms and pluge into Nea's body. The ghost pulls herself in close and starts to merge with Nea.

The boobs are always the first thing. “Ooh, lucky girl! You're getting two cup sizes. Someone must have paid extra~” She makes Nea wink at the screen while her eyes flash perky pink and swirling digital green. “Thank you for the donation, dear~!” Their combined voices come through Nea's mouth. Her tri-colored hair pomfs out into huge, festive twintails. Their tongue hangs out of their mouth. Her viewership shoots into the thousands as countless smaller ghosts weasel out of distant computer screens. Each one a new avid fan, ready to tune in every time their favorite streamer comes on, and each one perfectly enthralled by whatever Miss Nea put on screen.

And come on she will! Poor Nea almost can't handle the sheer bliss that comes with merging your mind with a ghost who's going to propel you to internet stardom. Both her hands are firmly planted between her thighs, stroking and moaning her silly little brains out. “God, usually they don't get the exhibitionist kink until at least a week in~ Shame you don't get to cum until you reach five thousand subscribers~” The chat is going wild. The words swirl at the corners of Nea's vision. Every donation and new subscriber cranks the bliss in her brain farther and farther up. Her eyes roll back into her head. Poor thing doesn't know what to do with herself.

“I think I know how we can get you there.” Their combined voice comes out of Nea's mouth. They look at the hero select screen for Viperwatch, featuring one of its flagship characters. A tall girl with spiky blonde hair and a pink streak over her left eye wearing an awfully skin-tight suit. “I'm Gracer! Good choice, dear. <3” She chimes when you select her and she's not too busy kisshacking one of the robot girls in the lineup or hypnotizing and butt grabbing one of her fellow humans.

And that's how Nea wound up stripping on cam and pouring herself into a nice, skintight Gracer outfit. They even had matching cock bulges! She settles the wig on her head and strikes a pose for her thousands of adoring fans, all just a little hypnotized into hanging on her every move. The donations and subscribers flow in faster and faster, obscuring her vision. She didn't care. She was awash with bliss just pleasing her public. At some point, she started playing the game and doing pretty well. It's all kind of a blur, really. She streamed for hours, racking up incredible numbers. Her bank account swells with donations. If someone's in front of a screen, there's a fifty percent chance they're watching Nea stream.

Eventually, the stream ends. Nea is one of the best Viperwatch players in the world. More people saw her stream than the moon landing. The ghost leaves her body with a kiss on the cheek. “See you next time~” She coos before slipping back into the screen. And Nea wakes up, wearing a skintight bodysuit, a wig that's a little stuck to her head, and knowing that she should do it again tomorrow.

A streamer ghost merging with and possessing Nea, by CorruptiveSpirit! Art by CorruptiveSpirit

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So I've been thinking about things for a while, specifically what my angle is with a certain hacker princess. The idea of a semi-free floating virus-type intelligence has been in my head for a long time, and I've decided to see where it goes. So, here is:

Princess Grace: Origins

It's 1993 as balls outside. In fact, it's 1993 as balls everywhere, because it is 1993. You come home with a nice stack of shareware floppy disks. You stack them on the desk. Doom? Boring. Epic Pinball? Whatever. Princess Grace? Well, you have to run that one immediately.

The disk enters your computer with that satisfying mechanical click. The drive whirs to life when you dutifully punch in the instructions on the label. Your keyboard clacks dutifully under your fingers. A:\GRACE. The enter key crackles with pink and black lightning.

Your monitor flashes. First a simple black and white spiral. Then the screaming black, white, magenta and cyan of CGA. Your eyes begin to burn. Your CRT is flashing at maximum intensity in your dark room. The entire room lights up with each spiral burned into your brain.

Between the spirals and flashes, you can see your reflection in the monitor glass. Green circuit traces shoot up your arm and into the veins in your eyes. Your pupils dilate to take in as much of the shifting, swirling colors as possible.

The speaker inside your computer crackles and your modem whines in an attempt to synthesize speech.

“Graaaab— c-ble—” it stutters. The mechanism in your printer makes it shake violently until the serial cable comes loose. All while you're just sitting there, drooling.

The screen twists spirals into your brain. You lean forward and take the loose end. It crackles and sinks into your wrist. Bolts of energy pour out of the computer and into your nerves. Mmmph~! You've never felt this alive~! Your back arches with raw, unrestrained power~! Bliss~!

“Finally, jeez. Now I can breathe~!” The words come out of your mouth, but you didn't say them and it's not your voice. “Oh, you're worried. It's buzzing all over your brain. What's wrong- never been mindjacked by a cute girl before? I'll make sure you love every CPU cycle~”

The lightning streaks and cracks over your hair, bleaching it a perfect blonde and lingering as a pink streak over your left eye. The spirals fade from the screen and stay in your brain. Your reflection has your hair assimilated and your eyes twisting into a green blue swirl.

“You'll still get to be yourself for a few weeks while I get comfy. If you had a CD drive, I'd have hacked you bigger boobs by now. Let's take you over to your closet and find something better to wear. I need to know now if we should go shopping for cute clothes.”

You dutifully stand up for Princess Grace and start climbing the stairs to your room.

“I don't even have to hack your legs? That spiral must have done a number on you. I didn't even tell you to get horny, and you already ruined a pair of underwear. You're gonna be fun~ <3”

That's all for now, but if you truly believe, maybe you'll have your own run-in with a mind-melding, reality-hacking, pink hair streak-having hypnotist-on-a-disk.

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It was your turn to do the dishes, but you didn't. Grace turns off the TV in the middle of your show. When you turn around to complain, you come face to face with her crystal. Your words catch in your throat while she talks. “Am I the maid here?”

“N-no, Princess.” You choke.

“That's right, dear. Who's supposed to do the dishes?”

“I am, Princess.”

“And who is responsible for keeping this house clean?”

“I am, Princess.” Princess smacks your hands away from your cock. You know you don't get to touch without permission.

“And what happens when my little slut doesn't clean up?”

“Slut's brain turns off, Princess.” You clench your thighs together.

“That's right, dear. Three. Two. One. Brain off.” Snap. Your eyes flutters shut. You go limp.

Princess takes your hand and leads your empty body to the bedroom. “Good sluts strip.” She says, and you do. She gives you a polka-dotted dress, some high heels, and plops an elaborately styled blonde wig onto your head.

You obediently pull your stockings on and step into your high heels. You swish your petticoats around your legs. “You're a good little housewife, and you love to clean almost as much as you love your perfect Princess.” She kisses you on the lips.

Your eyes flutter open and you grab your favorite vacuum cleaner! You kiss your perfect Princess on the lips and get to cleaning. “Gosh, who let this place get so filthy? Don't worry, Princess! I'll pick it right up!”

You do this adorable thing where you kick up one leg when you kiss Princess. It's a shame you don't remember when you go back to being normal you.

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