The Doll Academy 3: Extra Credit

I'm been in the mood to do a longer arc for some time now, and these Doll Academy stories are moving well enough to justify hanging around, so I've decided to stay on them a bit and begin numbering them. (No promises that I won't put out something else if that's what pops into my head, but I have several more ideas to flesh out in this world, bare minimum.)

This one is a sequel to Passing Notes, with Tony assigning Maggie a mission on her first trip outside the school. I'll continue to just number the new ones, and probably leave the first two alone.

Either way, here's the new one:

Excerpt:

“Do you know Julie or Phoebe? Spend any time with them?” Spencer sounded a lot more curious about that. His touch was firmer as he spoke. 

“Yes, Master,” I nodded and said, “We’re not close, but we attend many of the same classes. They’re both in Etiquette with me, attend the same gym sessions and so on.” I wasn’t supposed to talk about what all three of us did with Tony, not even with Master, so I added a little lamely, “We’ve hung out sometimes.” 

“So you girls do have free time?” Spencer asked, “What’s…” he hesitated, “What’s life like there?” 

I shrugged and said, “It’s just a private college, Master. The only real difference is that we can’t have any contact with the outside world without permission.” 

“And that they brainwash you to be like this,” Spencer gestured at me. 

‹Brainwash You>  

The words made me shiver. I nodded and agreed, “And that, yes Master.” 

“How do they do that?” Spencer’s hand moved up my leg, and I could tell that whatever had him asking about this, my answers were turning him on. He added, “Do they drug you? Is there some kind of sci-fi machine they hook up to your brain?” 

In my head, I pictured Etiquette class, Professor Horn hypnotizing the class with films, with his beautiful voice. I opened my mouth to tell him a little about what class was like, but all that came out was a brainless and perky, “That information is proprietary. This Doll is unable to discuss it.” 

I clapped a hand over my mouth in surprise. 

Spencer cocked his head at me, then he laughed. 

Hope you enjoy it, and I hope to have the next piece out soon. :)

After edit: gah, missed some highlighting in the Amazon draft, (where I pulled the excerpt from). This is entirely my fault, and I will replace that version as soon as I am able. Sorry, folks! That'll teach me to publish so late in the evening.

Second edit: Replaced the manuscript. I don't think anybody ended up buying the dinged up version, but if you did, the new one will be live by tomorrow.

Reruns

Hey all, still hard at work on a new project, (another Doll Academy entry - I have a number of stories I wanted to tell there), but the next week or two has me hopping on other stuff, so I'm releasing a bundle of older stories in the meantime. Here it is:

I'm including Shared With His Permission, Rapt for Christmas and Stripped & Wired, and I should publish my next original work soon. It's already available on Smashwords, and will hit my other vendors pretty quickly.

Hope you are all doing well, and looking forward to next time already.

The Doll Academy: Late Admission

Hey,

So, the latest story - and at least a couple more I have planned - is set in the Doll Academy world, although it's not a direct sequel to Passing Notes. I'm enjoying these, and hope you are too!

Excerpt:

“… and three, feeling warm and relaxed,” a familiar voice said firmly.

He was certainly right about how I felt. My head was muddled and foggy, like I was waking from a deep sleep, but my body felt wonderful. Every part of me was tingling and warm and I felt immensely turned on. My stiff nipples rubbed against a thin piece of fabric, and my bare pussy was sopping wet.

“Two, almost awake, but still feeling so good,” the man continued, “And one. Wake up, Natalie.”

My eyes fluttered open of their own accord, and I raised my head with some difficulty. It took me a moment to recognize the handsome face looking back at me, but I managed to say, “Hi, Mr. Horn.”

There was no way he could miss seeing how aroused I was, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even blushing.

“It’s actually ‘Professor,’” he smiled and explained, “But it’s nothing to worry about.”

“Professor Horn,” I nodded in agreement. That made sense. If he were teaching me things, I would remember them.

“Now then,” he said, “Part of the process here is to wake you up sometimes. Ask you some questions, see how you’re doing before getting you relaxed again. You are going to answer all of my questions with absolute honesty. Everything you say here is just between you and me. There is no need to be shy or hesitate. You can be completely open. Tell me how you will answer my questions, Natalie.”

That was so easy. I smiled brightly and answered, “With absolute honesty.”

He made eye contact and said, “Good girl, Natalie.”

The warm praise made me squirm a little bit. There was already a damp spot on the bed beneath me. I wanted desperately to touch myself. I thought about begging, but it didn’t feel right to speak out of turn. He was a Professor, after all. I just looked up at him and hoped he could read it in my face.

Professor Horn asked, “Was this your first time under real hypnosis, Natalie?”

“Yes,” I nodded slightly, holding eye contact.

“I see,” he nodded thoughtfully before asking, “How long have you wanted to be hypnotized, Natalie?”

“Always.” The word came out of my mouth before I could even think about it. It wasn’t true in the most literal sense, but I couldn’t imagine not wanting it.

Per the usual, it's already available on Smashwords, and soon it'll be at Barnes & Noble and Amazon.

Hope you're all having a good summer. I'm enjoying mine more now that I can spend more of it doing this. :)

Edited because I forgot to mention something:
Smashwords now offers 'Smashwords Alerts,' which will notify you if any of your favorite authors releases a new work, which sounds pretty cool to me. I know checking blogger isn't the best way to get news.

Kept By A Dragon

Hey,

So this latest one is similar in spirit to one of my first published stories, but different in the details and execution.

Excerpt:

“Your mind is outmatched,” the dragon assured me smoothly, “Simple, vulnerable and utterly transparent to me. You lack even the most basic defenses against psychic manipulation. I can overpower your will as easily as your body. You feel it now, don’t you Gail?”

‹Simple›

‹Vulnerable›

‹Utterly transparent›

‹Overpower your will›

I found myself nodding along. That all made perfect sense: the dragon above me had bubbled out of my own subconscious desires. He could read my thoughts because he was inside my brain, and he could control my thoughts because he was just a manifestation of my own unspoken desires. I nodded and agreed, “Uh huh.”

Dimly, I wondered what was really going on. Was I about to play with myself in the back of a van? In the basement of someone’s house? Who was watching? The voice of dissent was small though. Powerless.

“That’s right,” the dragon brought his head down to me, “Your resistance is vanishingly weak. I could lift my claw, and you would lay waiting for whatever comes next.”

‹Weak›

‹Lay waiting›

That seemed true. This part of my hallucination wasn’t bad at all. I didn’t mind just flopping on the ground and waiting to see what was going to happen next. Besides, I’d just dream up some reason I couldn’t get away anyway. There was no running from the contents of my own brain. I nodded up at the dragon and said, “Yeah.”

The dragon raised his claw off of me. This time the gesture made me feel exposed, my nipples standing stiff in the warm cave air. He peered down at me and said, “Lovely in body too.”

“I’m surprised,” I replied, as the sheer improbability of that struck me, “I’d think a giant lizard would want another giant lizard. You’re not even a mammal. I mean, would your dick even fit in me? Unless this is some kind of dragon kink…” My brain caught up to my mouth a moment later, and I blushed fiercely. I floundered, “I mean, that is -”

“Stop,” the dragon said firmly, laughter barely contained, “You’re going to accomplish what no knight in shining armor ever could: if you keep talking, I shall surely die.”

I was feeling nostalgic this week. Hard to imagine that I've been at this quite so long. Per the usual, it's already up on Smashwords, soon to be followed by Amazon and Nook.

Hope you all enjoy it, and are having a good summer. :)

The Doll Academy: Passing Notes

Hey all, just finished another one. Still in a mood for doll-themed stories with a little subterfuge.

Here it is:

Excerpt:

“As you all know from this week’s lecture, hypnosis is extremely effective at helping memory retention,” Professor Horn explained, “But what you don’t know - in fact, one of the better kept secrets about the Damiano Academy - is that we use hypnosis extensively to help with the education process. It’s the reason our students are all so uniformly successful, instead of having to deal with a certain inevitable number of dropouts and failing grades and so on. Going forward, many of our lessons in Etiquette will include hypnosis. In fact,” he paused for dramatic effect, “I want to show you something. Everyone look down at your tablets.” He raised his, and tapped a few commands.

Looking down at the tablet on my desk, I saw a form come up. The body was all legalese gibberish. I didn’t recognize the document, but the top of it read ‘Waiver for Educational Hypnosis,’ and I did recognize my own signature at the bottom. I’d gotten good at signing things with a stylus. It was dated two weeks ago.

I realized, with dull surprise, that we’d all agreed to this weeks ago and didn’t remember. My heart beat faster, and I could feel my panties dampening. That explained both how we had known the answers to his questions, and why I kept falling asleep in class.

From the soft little gasps around me, several other girls had just come to the same conclusion.

“As you can see,” Professor Horn said, “You all agreed to this already, and we’ve been doing it for some time now, but none of you were able to think about it outside of class sessions. I like to do this demonstration to help all my students truly appreciate what a profound effect hypnosis can have on their memory and perception. You could all answer my questions without even knowing how.”

He was talking about mind control. Professor Horn was controlling our minds, and now he was just talking about it in front of the class, the way we might talk about American History or calculus or something.

My heart fluttered and I wished I had dared to wear my vibrator to class. I was suddenly desperate to touch myself. I looked back up at Professor Horn, wanting to raise my hand, to get his attention, but nothing came to mind except wanting permission to get off.

Hope you enjoy it, and I hope your summers are all going well. :)

Doll On Call

Finished a new one over the holiday, and got it posted:

And a small excerpt:

I was in Lab Nine, the lights down because we were using it. It was one of several areas where we kept reinforcement chairs for slaves to help condition them. The device itself looked a bit like a dentist’s chair, but with leather restraints. Right now, Doll Patti was strapped into this one, with an assembly covering most of her head. Large, noise-canceling headphones were feeding her ultrasound and subliminals. A device that looked like an optometrist’s autorefractor was just a couple of inches in front of her face. I had enough room to see her face, her expression one of total rapture. Colored light danced in her wide, glassy eyes, the brightest thing in the otherwise dim space.

She was following along with the flood of messages being poured into her helpless, pliable brain, a stream of barely audible whispers, “Obey. Obey. Obey. Obey. Kneel. Submit. Obey.” 

While her face was mostly covered, the rest of her body was completely exposed. Her bare flesh glistened with sweat, and despite the fact that her mind was almost completely gone, her gigantic breasts heaved as she panted. A bright pink toy stuck out from between her legs, its buzzing almost subliminal too.

Her EEG readings were in one pane on the display in front of me, the colorful spikes narrow with her docility. The text of the messages she was being fed scrolled down the other side in real time. She was being fed far too many messages to keep up with verbally, her brain overwhelmed and soaking up command after command to accept and obey our authority.

The process was so thorough and intense that watching it felt hypnotic too.

Hope you all enjoy it, and hope you're having a good summer!

Smashwords Summer Sale

Hey all,

Summer hasn't been as work-friendly as I had hoped, but I've got a couple of projects that I'm still making progress on. In the meantime, Smashwords has a summer sale, and I've made every existing title half off over there for the time being. :)

Hope you all have a great Fourth! :)

Reruns

Hey,

Reposting a bundle of earlier stories this week, two older ones and one of my recent offerings:

It's got reprints of On All Fours, Rear in the Window and Two For One: A Breeder Recruited.

Hope you guys enjoy. :)

Helping Harry Hustle: A First Date

Hi, everyone.

Well, things have been crazy around here, but I'm still back at work. I miss this place a lot when I can't be here. I'm hoping people like this story: tempted to write a sequel even if it doesn't catch on.

I looked at him and asked dully, “You got us a nice room, right?” 

“We’re going to be crashing someone’s party,” Harry said brightly, “But they won’t mind. And you’ll get to see how I bankroll my fun without stepping on the little guys.” 

“Right,” I nodded, starting to feel a little more awake. I paused a moment, then realization hit. I asked, “Do you rob from the rich and tip to the poor? Like a sort of half-assed Robin Hood?” 

“Ya got me,” he laughed again and admitted, “And in my defense, you never go the full Robin Hood. I could never pull off the tights, and the last time I held a bow and arrow I was lucky to figure out which way the pointy stick-thing went.” He patted my backside affectionately and added, “I’m impressed you’re that clever that fast, by the way. Not bad at all.” 

“Thanks,” I blushed. 

We exited the elevator and came to a door. No one else was in the hallway. He turned to me and said, “So, this will call for a lot more mojo than what I pulled at the front desk. I won’t just be sneaking into a room I don’t belong in, I’ll be talking big piles of cash out of people who don’t want to give it up. That’ll leave everybody in the room pretty fried, maybe even drooling by the time I’m done. I can inoculate you a bit first, but only by ordering you to pay attention. Like, a pre-dose of my power to keep you awake during the splashing.” 

I nodded and asked, “So… you’re telling me because this is the point of no return on this date? Like, if I step in there, I’m in for the duration?” 

“Yep,” Harry nodded and said, “This is the very last decision you get to make tonight, which is why I’m not messing with your brain. This once. What’ll it be?”

Hope you all like it. It'll be available in all the usual spots soon!

Shared With His Permission

Winter break ran a little longer than I'd been hoping, but I'm back to work! Here's the latest piece, which I hope you all enjoy:

For a moment, I froze. I didn’t have any better idea of what to say to Stanley, and the whole thing had me feeling shy. I had no idea how to tell him I’d go down on him if only he’d watch some corporate training videos. He opened his mouth to ask what was up, but before he could speak, I heard myself say, “Actually, yeah. A friend at work gave me something, said I should check it out. She said it was, and I quote, ‘saucy.’”

I felt lightheaded and strange. Somehow, Mr. Blackwell had made me say that, made me lie, and I didn’t even care. It felt good.

A little like being a puppet.

Stanley paused with the pizza halfway to his mouth, tilted his head and asked, “You came home early to watch a dirty movie with me?”

I wondered what sort of ‘engaging’ material Mr. Blackwell had hooked me up with. Inside, I was frantic. Outwardly, I remained cool and collected, not even blushing. I just nodded and heard myself say, “That was the plan. Unless you object, dear?”

My husband shook his head and said, “No, I don’t think I’ll be doing that.” He nodded at the remote and said, “Go ahead and get us queued up. I don’t think I can contain my curiosity.”

I picked up the remote and tabbed over to the new menu option, intensely curious too. 

A disclaimer appeared on the screen from ‘Cute Trainer Productions,’ noting that all performers were over the age of 18.

“Well,” Stanley took a swig of beer and said, “That’s a good start.”

“Yeah,” I tried not to sound puzzled. This wasn’t at all what I remembered from my own corporate training, of course.

The film opened up on a pair of girls on a bed in their underwear, a blond and a redhead. Both looked to be in their early 20s at the latest and, without preamble, they began to make out.

“Who do you know at work who’d give you porn, sweetie?” Stanley sounded confused.

“Sheila,” I lied smoothly and without thinking again, “Short girl, brought a bottle of rum to the Christmas party?” I reached over and rubbed him through his sweatpants.

It's available on Smashwords so far, and coming to Nook and Amazon. Hopefully, more will be following soon - I miss this place when I can't be here.