Princess Grace's Castle

costumes

#capekink #costumes #Modemoiselle #nothorny #superheroes #supervillainy

Our hero-

Well, hm. Our protagonist drags the last of her suitcases into her bare apartment. The previous tenant left a bed, a weird smell, and not much else. She collapses against the dozen or so boxes that held her worldly possessions, sweat staining her last clean set of clothes. Mercí City has not been kind to her so far.

Her phone rings, and she puts it on speaker so she doesn't get the screen all gross and sweaty. “So, ready to hit the town?” The voice chimes from the other end.

“I don't know if I'm up for it. I just had to carry everything I own up seven flights of stairs because the elevator doesn't work.”

“Come on, it's ladies' night* down at Mary Menace's!”

“Does that mean we drink free?”

“No, it means they play that Kool & The Gang song you like.”

“All my clothes are dirty, I won't be able to do laundry until tomorrow at the earliest-”

“I'll bring a change over! Take a shower, I'll be there in half an hour!”

The phone beeped quiet and she sighed. “New city, new me.” She silently resolved to stand up for herself more. After this shower and going to the bar she didn't want to go to and buying drinks she didn't want.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. It was a smart choice, considering that her friend was impatiently sitting on the bed with clothes already laid out.

“Jeez, I thought you fell in.” She stands up. It's easy to forget how tall she is- and how big her bust is until it's right at eye level and covered in spandex.

“That's what you're wearing? You look ridiculous, Su-” A gloved finger presses against her lips.

“Ah ah ah! Tonight, I'm Starburst!” Starburst stands up straight, free hand on her hip. A brilliant red and orange wig bounces against her lower back when she moves her head. A pair of orange-tinted sunglasses sits on her forehead. Her gloves are big, bulky, and ringed with long, flickering shafts of bottled volcano. She steps aside to present our protagonist with her options, and the floor creaks under her big, heavy combat boots.

“Well, I definitely don't think I can pull that off.” She looked at the heavy leather jacket with flame decals stenciled around the bottom, back and wrists. And she definitely wasn't wearing leggings after dark, even if they did have a cool solar flare pattern.

There were two outfits laid out on the bed, like your mom might do in the morning before school. If you went to a school for gay supervillains.

One looked like it was a package deal with Starburst's. T-shirt with, uh, the Firefox logo, some orange dishwashing gloves, and some jeans that, at one point, someone tried to dye orange. She shot one look to the side and moved on.

“Hey, some people would kill to be my number two.”

She moves on to the other choice. A denim jacket with a rainbow of lightning bolts spray paint stenciled onto the back, a blue T-shirt with a white heart split with a similar bolt, and some jean-colored sweat pants. She drapes the towel over her shoulder and starts to get dressed as best she can without her friend seeing.

Starburst politely turns her back and crosses her arms. Looking at the ceiling in that “I'm pointedly not looking at you” stance. “I went by Blue Bomber when I wore that number, but feel free to pick your own thing.”

“Why do we have to have code names? Can't I just be St-”

“Ah ah ah! You'll have to do better than that! It'll all make sense when we get to Mary's.”

She sighed and got dressed. The sweatpants could be rolled up and the jacket kept falling off her shoulders, but she couldn't help but smile at the girl in the bathroom mirror.

“Oh, you have a prop? A ring or a necklace or something you can wear?”

“I have... a camera they don't make batteries for any more and a single driving glove from when I owned a car.”

“Perfect. Put your hair in a ponytail, too.”

“It's not ponytail night, is it?”

“Nah, that's Wednesday. I'd stay away unless you know what you want. I know what you want, though, and it's the outdoorsy look.”


Mary Menace's was only a few blocks away, and the cool air feels good when you're wearing too many layers.

Starburst walks half a step ahead to lead the way. It's easy when your legs are longer. “Shutterbug.”

“Nah.”

“Maybe I could come up with a name if I knew what I was naming.”

“Your persona! Nobody at Mary Menace's goes by their government name. Think about the image you want to project.”

“I look like an embedded reporter in the war against roller derby.”

“The M*A*S*Her.”

“How old are you?”

“Just trying to help. Don't wanna come up blank when someone asks. Flashbulb.”

“Light Touch.”

They bounced names off each other the whole walk there.

The pair turns a corner. “We're here.” Starburst smiles. She takes big strides towards the black flag, split down the middle with four colorful bolts. An old-fashioned wooden sign hangs out over the sidewalk. “Mary Menace's Tavern” is engraved and lined with worn gold leaf.


Mary Menace's isn't the kind of place that has a bouncer. Starburst walks in and her friend rushes to keep up. The bartender, an older fellow with four arms, uses one of them to wave and two to wipe down the bar. “Evening, Star! Who's your friend?”

“Be nice to her. She's still figuring that out.”

“You and me both.” The bartender winks and shoots a fingergun at... Press Pass? Nah.


The bar was busy enough for a Thursday night. Starburst introduced her friend to The Titanium Twink, who offered to let her break a chair over his back. He even knocked on his silvery bicep so all could hear how hollow it was. He got a smile and a “maybe later”. They sat at the bar, making small talk and comparing drink orders. Star had to get something on brand, like a tequila sunrise.

“Surprise me.” She said, and then immediately regretted it as the bartender went off to grab four different-colored bottles and expertly pour them together into something glowing and fizzing. “This isn't a regular bar, is it?”

“I was wondering when you'd ask. Mary Menace's is a cape kink bar. Everyone here has a secret identity they leave at the door. Heroes, villains, epic battles, romance, anything you can think of.”

“And you're a?”

Starburst sinks against the bar and laughs. “I've been matching wits with this mathemagician girl, Lady Mersenne, so I guess that either makes me a hero or a rival. I think I'm gonna do some math crimes to show her where I stand.”

“What does a math crime look like?”

“I still gotta plot that out. I'm thinking I force some nerd to name a theorem after me.”

“I'd go for a Kepler angle. Meshes with your space theme.”

Starburst gave her a squeeze with her right fission gauntlet. “You're a natural. See why I brought you here?”


She got her drink. It tasted like a carbonated orgasm, felt like getting kicked in the shin, and the bartender would only call it “something for the lady”. She was going to finish it. Eventually.

“So how'd you decide on Starburst?”

“Well, it wasn't my first look. Nobody's still on their first look. Titanium Twink was Tin Man for six months.”

“Seven, and then I was the Mercury Menace while I fought Copperhead!” He calls from across the bar. She makes eye contact with him, and he pantomimes the chair thing in case she changed her mind.

“I was Miss Fire for a while until the quick draw act got old and felt weird bringing guns in a bar. Then I henched for Galaxy Gal for a year. Didn't really get a name beyond Vega-6. I left on good terms and liked the space theme well enough, and I still had some of the fire gear, so here we are.”

“And you thought I'd look good as your henchgirl?”

“Some people like having a boss to report to. Keeps the attention off if you don't want it.” Starburst pointed past Malefactor and Mercí Sound Machine to a corner booth, filled with one supervillain dressed to the nines in her ball gown and parasol and flanked on either side by as many identical maids as will fit in the booth- and then there's a few more underneath. “See? They're like zebras. They all want some attention, but not as much as Modemoiselle. So they can leave and join back in as they wish, and nobody has to be on all the time. Despite the name, Murdermaids are the friendliest darn things you'll ever meet.” Starburst takes a sip of her drink. “And some people get off on it, of course.”

“It's a lot to take in.”

“Just wait until Miss Treatment comes in.”

“Is she a nurse? or an evil nurse? or does she just mess you up?”

“Yes, and also giant syringe.”


The night was over too quickly. About a dozen heroes and villains each introduced themselves. Mostly a blur. There was a fire guy and an ice queen and like three witches and one bee who was really a swarm. About half of them flirted, and about half of those made it sound like they wanted a hench or a girlfriend. She did wind up breaking that chair over The Titanium Twink's back and applauded when he stood right back up and took a bow. Starburst, never one to be outdone, hucks a shot glass across the room and blasts it to pieces with a single shot from her gauntlet before it hits the wall.

Starburst exploding a shot glass against the wall (By the incredible https://mellified.men/@distressedegg!)

The bar tabs were tallied- including for the glass and the chair- and the capes sent on their way. Some paired off to get some late-night menacing in. Starburst and company got invited to go to the late-night diner with the Miss Chief and Stargazer, but it was getting late. “Next time”, was promised.


“Does that mean there's going to be a next time? Friday is karaoke night, and Mighty Megapixel usually does the visuals.” Starburst teases.

“You know, I think I will.” She smiles. It was time to start making her own decisions, and this was a good one to start with. “I'll need a hand with the outfit.”

“You'll need a name first.”

She pulls the hair tie off, letting her platinum hair cascade and spread out across the puffy white cloud at the top of the rainbow bolt. The glove comes off (gets sweaty under there anyways) and her camera slides to the side. A deep breath in and out. She tugs the oversized jacket back over her shoulders. You don't have to have a horrible lab accident to get a fresh start. You just need to look around, try something new, and see what floats by.

“Blue Sky.”


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There you are, killing time at the mall. Working on your smoothie when the siren blips and beeps of an arcade fall on your ears. You turn towards the sound of quarters falling against metal. The neon sign invites you in.

THE VIPER PIT

The proprietrix, a girl perpetually stuck in the 90s named Quarter Viper, leans against her favorite Virtua Blaster 3 cabinet. “So!” She smiles. “What's your poison?” She kicks off the cabinet, grinds along the prize counter, and launches into a perfect orbit around you.

The prize counter has the usual arcade trappings. Candy. Combs. Lava lamps. A motorcycle that's physically impossible to collect enough tickets for. The Viper Pit's pride and joy, however, is its cosplay selection. Rows of wigs and costumes from skimpy to modest all wait for you.

Viper's already taken your hand and led you to one of the machines. Have you ever heard of Dragon Adventure 3: The Flappening? You have now! Viper plunks a quarter in the machine for you. “First game's free!” She bounces.

Your fingers work the buttons and the joystick. The little green dragon on screen obediently flaps its wings and breathes its fire. As you play, you swear the graphics get better, from simple pixels to clumsy 3D and beyond.

You drop in quarter after quarter. The buttons slowly vanish from your consciousness. The machine spits out ribbons of tickets. Viper helpfully trades them in for you. Big, green stompy dragon boots. A soft golden chest surrounded by hard emerald scales.

At some point, you ran out of quarters and started plunking bits of yourself into the machine. You didn't really need all those memories. What matters is getting enough tickets to finish your dragon costume. Humans other than Miss Viper are so boring.

Eventually, your sharp claws release the joystick. You rescued the princess and beat the game. Viper dunks the final piece- a dragon head- over your boring human one. The screen turns off, and you see a mighty dragon reflected back.

Gorgeous golden eyes. A powerful emerald body. Strong, double jump-ready wings. A tail that swishes and curls at your command. And all it cost was a little humanity. You're a much better dragon anyways. Perfect for hoarding treasure and giving Viper rides. Game over!

EPILOGUE: Quarter Viper would later go on to become Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.

Quarter Viper dressed in Supreme Court judicial robes and just kinda playing her nintendo DS

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Look at you. Coming home from a long day at work. You in your horn-rimmed glasses, big old sweater, and your ankle-length skirt. All you want to do is sit down in front of the TV, spread out on the couch, and play some video games.

Your system whirs to life. You don't notice the camera flickering on. Nor do you notice the whispering slipping from your headphones and into your mind. “Get comfortable.” It urges. You comply by letting your hair down. Red streaks appear what used to be a boring brown bun.

“More.” It whispers.

Your glasses are next. You can see fine without them. You toss over your shoulder.

“Is it hot in here?”

You peel your sweater off. You look down to notice the extra-short crop top that barely covers your boobs. “XxGraceSlut69xX” it proudly advertises.

The doll mode programming in your brain kicks in. You're not some frumpy nerd! You kick off your skirt to reveal something much cuter and shorter. You're GraceSlut69, the cleavage-iest streamer in town! And you better believe you're gonna show those puppies to the camera.

Your streamer persona has triggers that only work when you read them in chat. Once your viewers figure that out, don't be surprised if you spend more time masturbating, changing costumes, and having your IQ adjusted than actually playing the game.

“Okay, everyone~!” You giggle, rolling back on screen in your cheerleader outfit. “For the next half hour, every five dollars donated is a point off my IQ, but I go back to normal every time I come. And as always, I stroke every time I see or hear my princess's name!”

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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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You had a nice day being Princess's cheerleader, and now she wants to try something new. A smile spreads over your face as you watch Princess's crystal and sink into trance. “Doll mode”, she whispers. You awake and see this in the mirror. Who does your brain decide you are?

Your thoughts settle into place. You have a cute, tough name like Nea. You cross your arms and swish your tail. You're a smart, tough girl. You definitely don't fall for Princess's tricks like hypnosis- as if that nonsense worked on anyone.

Sure, sometimes you lose a few minutes when she whispers in your ear. When she tugs on your tail, you feel like kissing Princess, but she's so pretty and kissable. There's nothing wrong with referring to your Perfect Princess Her Highness Grace by her full name. Feels kinda good.

When she pulls out her crystal pendant, you roll your eyes and swat it away. Princess can be so silly sometimes. Not like you. You're all business.

Especially when Princess tugs your ear and mutes your voice. Totally normal. Happens to everyone. Good girl.

Oh, and everyone gets horny when they say Princess Grace's name! Saying it once or twice sends gets you stroking. Soon, you're chanting it between cute little moans. You're the weirdo if you don't get this way about Princess Graaacemph~

Nea, a pretty tough looking girl with a cat tail, regular ears, and a pair of twirly hair horns on her head. Her tail and head hair are all pink, white, and brown, like that three-colored Neapolitan ice cream.

Nea by PumpkinSugar

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“Cassandra~” The silver-toned heiress teases. Her braid swings back and forth with every step. A perfectly crafted silver pocketwatch sits in her palm, easily over a hundred years old. She tenderly wraps the chain around her fingers. “I could make you a very wealthy girl. You and that golden thread.”

“I said no, Sally.” Cass kisses one of the many maids hovering near her at all times. Each one's outfit is unique and handcrafted. The aprons and headdresses have one thing in common. A shimmering golden thread tracing along each garment and around each good girl's irises. Each one happily bound to the good girl wearing it. A number of secretaries walk along the walls, cataloging the fabric in stock and making sure to place orders so Miss Cass never runs out of anything she needs! The distant scents of equally entranced housewives preparing the next meal and the appropriate desserts wafts in through the door. A few catgirls, their big, bappy fake paws and eager pointed ears handcrafted with golden thread, brush up against any leg they can find or swat balls of yarn back and forth.

“I don't take no for an answer, Miss Cass. A Silvestra always gets what she wants. And what she wants is the best seamstress money can buy.”

“Money can't buy me, Sally. I like where I am, and I don't need your dirty money. Nobody buys their second gold helicopter because they're a good person.”

“No fair! The last one was a gift.” She huffed. “It's not my fault I have expensive taste.” She smiles and clicks open the watch in her hand. “This watch, for example. Only one of them exists in the world. I know, because there used to be twenty, and I had the other 19 destroyed. 'Please don't throw my heirloom into the furnace!' They'd cry, but I'd just laugh and watch as the melted silver poured out the side. I like to drizzle it on food to keep my smile perfectly shiny.” You've heard of pearly whites- Sally has blood diamond whites. She lifts the watch by its chain and lets it dangle in the air. Twisting and shining in the light for Cass to see. “It's beautiful, isn't it? Perfectly crafted, perfectly unique, and perfectly mine.”

“Just.

Like.

You.”

A silver ring starts to wrap around Cassandra's eyes. She's glued to the swinging watch. Sally closes the gap. Her extraordinarily soft fingers- the result of beauty treatments you're not even allowed to read about until you've made your first billion- grab the seamstress's chin. “There we go. Good girl. Sally's big, expensive dolly. Ready to be played with.”

“Big dolly~” Cass smiled dreamily. Already going limp in Sally's hand.

“Very good! But dollies don't talk unless beautiful Sally winds them up first. Good dollies are seen and not heard.”

Cass nods! She's a good dolly! A good dolly for Lady Sally! She loves when her brain gets all empty and her head all full of stuffing because it means Lady Sally's gonna play with her! Her eyes are now almost completely silver with a thin strand of her original gold in the middle.

Sally snaps her fingers. “Mannequin.” Cass's body goes from rag doll to rigid. Standing up perfectly, posably straight for Lady Sally to play with!

“Do you know what good mannequins do?”

Cass doesn't say anything because she's a mannequin and her head's full of stuff and fluff and not a single thought!

“That's right, dear. They can't think for themselves because they do whatever Lady Sally wants.” She takes one of her new mannequin's arms and places it squarely on her hip. “And right now, what Lady Sally wants is her magic mannequin to come back. She's an excellent seamstress who'll make whatever Lady Sally wants, and she doesn't talk back at all. You even have the outfit for it!” Sally reaches into her bag and cinches a collar made with a leather so fine, you won't find the animal it's made from in any book, and the person who made it doesn't exist in any official capacity. It's a material so fine, dark, and luxurious, even people Sally hasn't hypnotized don't want to take it off. A fine silver charm hangs on the front- a simple silver spoon. “And good girls wake up.” Sally claps her hands twice, like one might summon a butler. Sally has a silver bell to summon her butlers, but you know.

Cass's big dolly smile doesn't fade. Her hypnotically stiffened joints slowly loosen up. “Morning, Lady Sally! Did you have fun tinkering with my brain? You're welcome to do it any time! What can I make for you today?”

“Nothing right now, dear. I have a much better place for you to work. I have some... experiments that need your hand.”

“Of course, Lady Sally! I belong to you~!” She chirps, closely following the silver heiress.

Soon, though, a curious “mew~?” pops up. Every catgirl in the room noticed the silver dangly things on offer. Two go for Sally's watch, still hanging loosely from her palm. Three go for Cass's collar. As they say, many hands, no matter how adorably useless and bappy, make light work. The collar clatters to the floor. Sally is tackled and relieved of her watch. She is thoroughly bapped until Cass comes to and sees what's happening.

“Well, well, well. You almost had me that time.” She kneels down to Sally's level. She plucks the charm off the collar and twirls it around her finger. “You had the right idea, dear. I could always use more mannequins.” One of the many catgirl tags with Cass's name on it now hangs from the collar. The collar, now with Cass's reality-bending golden thread, looks lovely on Sally's neck. The golden cord around Sally's eyes sealed the deal. “Stand up, dear.” Cass snapped. Silly pet Sally couldn't help but obey. She had the collar for it and everything!

“I always admired your fashion sense, Sally. Maybe I can put it to good use.” Cass, easily a head taller than her newest pet, tilts her chin up. “I'll borrow a little bit of you at a time. You'll make a lovely suit when I need to use your connections or bank accounts. But for now, I always loved that silver hair of yours. Especially that braid~” Cassandra lifts Sally's braid. Thick and heavy like real silver. She produces a pair of immaculately engraved and extremely enchanted silvers. Gleaming gold, just like her thread. A few quick snips turns Sally's hair into Cass's new wig.

“Mmm, perfect.” Cass tucks her short blonde hair under the wig and shows off the finest locks money can buy. “Good start, but if I'm going to go somewhere fancy and spend your money, I'll need a whole look.” And so, Cassandra worked away. Maids providing food and drink and catgirls ready to dispense much-needed softness. Before long, she had a lovely evening dress and handbag fashioned from Sally's clothes and a little bit of her mind. Just enough to help her properly drain Sally's bank accounts. The rest stayed below the surface on the mannequin formerly known as Sally Silvestra, the rest of her ready to be worn as a suit whenever Miss Cass wished.

Sally by gguy123/whatdoIdohere

Comic by @Tanukeki@twitter.com

Cass by CorruptiveSpirit

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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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“Silly girl. Look at the mess you made.” You, of course, spent the day in a foggy pink haze. You'd knock stuff over with your big, clumsy boobs. And you'd never try to pick it up, because you'd chant those wonderful words: “The maid will get it.”

You'd brush pillows off the table, leave clothes lying on the floor, and knock over vases. A silly girl like you is much better at being arm candy and a good little toy than you are at anything useful.

The next day, you awake naked and blank. Your natural state.

Princess tugs you out of bed. She lifts your arms and tugs a work shirt over your head. Nice, wide lapels. Like a waitress. But you're not working for just anyone. You're working for Princess, and for free! She ties your apron on and dusts your cheeks with blush.

Princess sits you down in front of the mirror and picks out a wig for you. Your bedhead vanishes inside a wig cap and you're soon looking back at the perfect housewife. Her straight purple hair cascading onto her shoulders. Princess tugging the big red bow into place.

A snap of her fingers brings you out of doll mode.

A good housewife can sense a filthy home! You leap into action, pulling on your pink rubber gloves and heading right for the sinkful of dirty dishes. What would Princess do without you?

Art from CorruptveSpirit

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This post is part 4 in a series of 4. The other posts in this series are: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

“First things first, every magician needs an assistant. What do you think, Millie?”

Millie doesn't move because she's an empty ceramic dolly!

“Sorry, folks. I forgot that dolls don't talk unless someone makes them.” Gracetina laughs. “Normally, I would stick a big old key in her back, but we can have more fun than that. Isn't that right, Millie?”

Gracetina takes Millie's shiny ceramic chin and manually moves her mouth. “Whatever you say, Princess! You're so smart and perfect! There's no way I can think for myself~!” Gracetina says through her.

“I'll need a volunteer from the audience!” Gracetina announces, and every eye in the audience opens. The girls sit up in unison. Eyes locked on the magical princess. She takes her sweet time pacing around. Inspecting each volunteer. Taking their chin. Feeling them quiver. Listening to the sounds they make when they get the slightest hint of attention- and then the sounds they make when pink circuitry pulses up their chin, into their ears, and over their brain. Their eyes flash a lovely shade of pink, and they get all cute and drooly for a minute~

About halfway through, though, she strikes gold. A short little redhead. Her eyes are transfixed on Gracetina's fingers. When her chin is taken, her thighs clench together in raw bliss. Her back shoots up straight. She moans like she's never been touched on the chin by a brainhacked virus girl. Like she's never had pink circuitry zap from freckle to freckle, turning each one into a cute little heart. “Well, hello there.” She squeezes that chin. “Good volunteers stand up.” Pink electricity surges from her hand, through those heart freckles, and into her eyes. They roll back into her head. She has to be lifted onto her feet because her wobbling, shaking knees refuse to behave. “Ladies, what we have here is a rarity that I'm happy to share with you tonight! While everyone's at least a little subby, what we have here is a genuine hypnoslut. Isn't that right, dear?”

“Thank you, Princess~” The redhead coos, pink electricity crackling across her body and through her mind. Years of hypnosis fetishism made the paths for getting hacked by a virus girl nice and strong. “I'm a good girl, good girls obey~”

“Look at that. She's so eager to be mine, she comes with her own mantra.” She taps her good girl on the head with her wand. “Set markers minus one sentence comma now. Repeat. Inject and execute.”

“I'm a good girl, good girls obey~ I'm a good girl, good girls obey~” Her dreamy smile gets bigger and bigger with each repetition. Some of the other girls in the audience start to repeat, too. Looking into each other's eyes and chanting each other deeper and deeper under the same blissful spell. Gracetina hoists her eager volunteer over her shoulder and carries her back to waiting, empty Millie.

“Some of you might have noticed that I still don't have a beautiful assistant. All I have is a pretty dolly and a lovely little volunteer. But my pretty dolly has a secret~!” She puts the redhead down. Another Snap! and a few whispered words help the mantra-chanting redhead stand up straight. Her eyes are rolled all the way back up into her head. It's just pulsing pink circuitry now, flashing brighter with every chant.

“I'm a good girl, good girls obey~!” She moans. The trees and audience flash pink from her eyes alone. If the poor girl wasn't so brainjacked, she'd be a useless mess on the floor.

Gracetina taps her dolly's head with her wand. “Command inject prepare hot swap. Reconfigure kigu pod.” Millie's eyes roll back into her head. The gentle whir and winding of clockwork is almost drowned out by the loud, lewd chanting just a few feet away.

A tap of her wand and a long, elegant stroke create a long, shiny zipper down dolly Millie's back. Gracetina opens it with a long, elegant “zzzzzip~!” She takes her lovely volunteer by the shoulder and taps her wand against the back of her neck. The redhead freezes. Her mantra catches in her throat. “Command inject rewind eight hours. Mantra background. Memory suppress hypnosis. Literal I've never been hypnotized. It's all nonsense. End literal compile and save.” The audience stares, more jealous and horny than they've ever been in their lives.

The redhead's eyes flutter. “I've never been hypnotized. It's all nonsense.” She repeats in the same blissful way she chanted her mantra. She blinks herself back to reality. “Tina?” She looks at the hypnotist, then at the girl unzipped in front of her. Her eyes get wide, but she doesn't panic. Something inside holds her gaze.

“What do you see in there, dear~?” Gracetina teases. “Tell all the nice people in the audience.”

“It's full of spirals.” She gasps, walking helplessly closer to the Millie doll suit. “And I can hear the most wonderful music. It's echoing all over my brain. It's drowning out my thoughts~” Mmm, someone was supposed to forget about her hypnosis fetish, but you can't keep a good hypnoslut down~ She steps into Millie's feet. Her face enters the mask full of spirals and speakers. The zipper closes behind her.

If, for some reason, you've never been inside a doll suit brainwashing pod, it's a wonderful experience. The differences between your body and the suit vanish.

You only feel what you're supposed to feel.

You only see what you're supposed to see.

You only hear what you're supposed to hear.

You only think what you're supposed to think.

The pink, pulsing spirals pressing against your eyes drill the correct thoughts deep into your brain. For our lucky volunteer, it's decades of training as Princess Grace's lovely stage assistant. The screen and the speakers implant countless shows and hours of training into her eager mind. Wearing lovely, revealing outfits. Developing more and more of a fetish for showing off and being used and embarrassed in front of an audience for Princess. Countless triggers seared deeper into your mind than actual memories. You could be any number of people at the drop of your own tiny top hat. Princess to dragon. Braniac to bimbo. Medusa to maid. You know just how to pick the best volunteers from the audience for Princess to make into the star of the show, and you love sharing the spotlight as much as you love being in it. Anything to make the show perfect for Princess, because that's what she deserves. It's like having your brain marinate in perfection for an eternity of blissful service.

Outside, it's just enough time for Princess to dress you in your fishnets, your black heels, and your cute little black top that boosts your boobs. Your porcelain eyes flutter open while she affixes your cuffs and bow tie. You wiggle your butt and feel the cottontail firmly stuck to your butt. Your floppy ears perfectly frame your tiny top hat.

“Bunny Butt Dolly, ready for action!” You giggle, presenting yourself to Princess and the crowd. They all gasp and moan.

“That's right, dears!” You hear, but when Princess talks to the audience, the words just bead up and roll off your silly bunny brain. You just get to look cute until Princess does a trick with you. “I've turned two volunteers into one assistant! An impossible feat for anyone but Princess Grace, Perfect Persuader, Mistress of the Mind!”

“Don't forget 'Perfect Princess~!'” You giggle.

“Thank you, dear.” You get your ears pet. You love it when she does that because it reminds you of your place, and it means she's gonna use you! “For my next trick, I will~!”

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