After an incredible month of creating, sharing, making, ideating and more, we’ve come to an end. I’m so excited to share some of the amazing work the CaliaCorp participants made over the month. This is just a small selection of what’s been produced, starting with a selection of short stories.
Mind Control Stories
When the Light Falters – by Erixxl
Be Careful What You Click On – by Trombone
A Magical Interview – by Damian Varca
Mistress Calia’s Nature Retreat – by Grim
The Calia Files – by vsgrifennu
An Unforgettable Mistress – by Bl4nkCanvas
Next, wallpapers! You can download these for your phone to remind you who’s in charge.
Wallpapers
The tasks got a little more involved as time went on, with image manips coming next – alongside a host of shorter stories.
Hypno Manips
This set of manips was created using some words from others on the team, so it was a fun group effort in many cases! Next up, some awesome RPG monsters!
Dungeons and Dragons Monsters
Love these so much. Enough a later task was to add me to a video game scene!
Gaming with Calia
Since the last week’s task was this, or writing a short story (the ones shared at the start) I’ll finish with some of the micro-fics people wrote for this!
Hypnosis Micro-Fics
By Corpo-Drone
“What Sits on the Throne?”
I know she’s not real, that woman on the throne.
She’s too beautiful. Surreally beautiful. Those stocking-covered legs, crossed in indifference. That deep cut top. The exquisite cleavage. That flushed face, skin so smooth, looking down on me, waiting for me to submit.
Those eyes. Those crystal blue eyes, where I can almost see little galaxies swirling. Drawing me in. Enticing me to surrender.
I look away, breath heavy, fear washing over me.
They put me in this room as a sacrifice to the beast. I know’s not real. She can’t be.
My ears can hear it. The true thing. The crackle of chitin, the tap, tap, tap of many legs. A monsterous beast whose terrible form illudes me.
I look again. I can’t help it. She’s just so beautiful.
I can see it. Almost. Something in the way the throne seems to fuzz out when I stare at her luscious body, the edges of the illusion, created from my own desires, almost giving way to reality.
They sacrificed me to this beast, and a little part of me just wants to let it happen.
I can’t take my eyes off her, and she hasn’t said a word.
She’s smiling now. She knows she has me. I don’t know whether to be scared or… something more unspeakable.
She extends her foot ever so slightly, willing me without words to just give in and let her have me.
Heart pumping furiously, I lean in. What would be the point of fighting anyway?
As my lips brush her red shoes, I can almost imagine they are real, that what my eyes see is reality, and not what my lips feel. The hard, cold shell of the spider.
But… it is still smooth. Unnaturally smooth. So gentle, despite its strength.
My lips linger, kissing and rubbing, tasting of her.
She leans down, and for a moment, I imagine my death, strung up in a web and left hanging, ready to be devoured.
Instead, she only smiles and looks me deeply in the eyes.
“Good toy,” she says, and her voice is that of an angel.
I can almost see both images now. The beautiful woman, the temptess. The insectoid queen with many eyes all directed at me. And I realize, even as I feel so afraid, that she would be the same gorgeous, powerful, irresistable creature no matter what form she takes.
I bow. I kiss her feet. I accept my fate.
They sacrificed me to this creature, intending for me to die.
She has instead made herself my queen. My beautiful queen. My beautiful queen.
I mutter those words to myself even as her teeth sink into my neck, a rush of pleasure overpowering my senses as the world goes black.
By Avery
The Look pierces me: her curled lip, her half-lidded stare. Such glances leaden the air in my lungs, and lock my limbs. I stumble to the ground, prostrating before her and attempting to beg; but, my voice obeys her will more than my own and I cannot even apologize for my indecency.
The sharp red sole of her heel grinds into my cheek. She tells me to begin my penitence, and I leap to clean the dust from her heels.
I then hear The Voice, her sickly sweet tone that dances along my spine:
On my command, you will forget your violation. Forget you served penitence. Let the need to touch yourself to my majesty grow without end. And when you violate my rules, come back to confess again.
Now, forget—
By A
The lift chimed, rousing Owen from his thoughts and he glanced at his watch. 30 minutes late! How?!
Awkwardly, he slipped into the department head’s office.
“You’re late” she said, not even looking up from the screen. “If you’re still interested you’ll have to re-apply.”
Sitting down, Owen murmured “Yes, I am.”
With a smirk she said “Well, no time like the present” and spun the screen around to face Owen. He felt his eyes lose focus as they tried adjusting to the glare…
The lift chimed, rousing Owen from his thoughts and he glanced at his watch. 45 minutes late! How?!…
By Erixxl
What a long week, Mitchel thought to himself. Working in IT for CaliaCorp wasn’t very
complicated, but for some reason, he was always feeling… Tired. Exhausted, even. All he
wished for was a little nap.
Of course, his team manager, a short, angry woman who was on his head every hour,
wouldn’t allow such a thing. She’d been scolding him for minutes now. Always upset about
something irreleveant, always talking so quickly… He yawned.
Her fingers snapped. “Mitch!! Seriously? Have you been paying any attention?” He tried to
open his mouth- “You’re late for heel polishing! Get your ass to the Throne Room
already!” She left before he could say anything, muttering something about new slaves
getting worse every quarter.
Mitchel sighed, as he got up and went to the elevator. Was this all there was to it? To his
life?… An endless exercise in endurance that… That will never give him… Satisfaction?…
His mind got quiet once he entered the familiar room, once he knelt on the luxurios velvet,
once his lips found the expensive leather of the heel he was to worship. In that room, for
one short hour, his purpose was clear. His life was utterly right.
By Trombone
I peered round the corner, to see her sitting down, the throne somehow both perfectly sized and yet
understated as she sat there expectantly. “Oh Excellent, you found it ok.” I nodded as I approach, my
feet magnetically pulled towards the centre of the room.
“Please, just put yourself down here” She points to the floor with her bright red heel, perfectly
polished no doubt by the last person who she had in her service.
“You don’t talk a lot, do you?” I look up, can only mumble something incoherent and she just laughs
in response.
“I’m not that intimidating, am I?” My mouth opens again, a quiet “No” escaping that barely travels
across the small distance between us.
“That’s a good boy. Now why don’t you show me those lovely massage skills you highlighted on your
resumé.”
“Yes Miss” I mumble out weakly, trying hard not to get lost immediately in those perfect blue eyes.
“Ahem, it’s Mistress to you”
By Chris
I sit back and wipe my mouth between courses, “Wow, absolutely delicious! What a feast!”
Calia smiles deliciously from her seat, shifting gracefully, her silk stockings catching the light, and my eye.
“I promised you a proper girls’ night, Sally, and a meal you wouldn’t forget! People say I usually make reasonable recommendations…” She paused, her eyes twinkling.
“So true!” I concede, blushing and dabbing at the corners of my lips again, savouring the flavour of my starter.
“All my recommendations? Your boyfriend too?”
“Absolutely! He’s history, as of now!” I reply emphatically. It feels good. Freeing.
“In that case,” murmurs Mistress enticingly. “My toes have been worshipped enough – for now – time for your next course!”
I kneel forward, collecting my hair behind my head and offering the loose ponytail for Calia to hold. “God, yes!” I moan as I lean in and start to pleasure Mistress’s perfect pussy with my greedy tongue. Definitely a girls’ night to remember…
By Zoey
It had been miss after miss for Julie on dating apps. After countless attempts, she decided to try one more focused on certain kinks she had.
DizzyDate wasn’t marketed openly, more on the down-low built by and for those who enjoyed hypnosis and power play.
Finding the site on her usual kinky forums, Julie gave it a shot. “What’s the worst that could happen?” She thought absently.
To her surprise, she actually had a few matches in her city, all within a few hours!
Two only wanted a one-night stand and another was obviously a bot, but the last profile looked legit, much to her surprise.
A gorgeous brunette with the most captivating blue eyes Julie had ever seen. Like the beauty, depth and sheer power of the ocean was concentrated into two shimmering orbs staring back at her through her phone screen.
Staring into her.
Julie felt paralyzed; helpless to look away. She didn’t know how long she stared for, but her eyes burned when she finally averted her gaze.
Quickly, and without looking again, she accepted the match and sent a message to the beautiful stranger.
“Dinner? 7pm at Florentine’s tomorrow?”
By Nate
“MC” walked into the breakroom “Boss” and “Coworker” were laughing carefree. It was late and everyone had gone, just these two and him, as It often was. He got what he was after, a drink from the minifridge. They were watching him, smiling, he awkwardly shuffled onto the couch. The atmosphere was odd. He feels eyes on him, he adjusts again for comfort, sinking a little deeper into the chair. They both had a piercing gaze focused on him and he didn’t like it. He opens his cold drink. The can tab makes a loud chkkhsssssss. “Boss” speaks up finally “do you like being controlled by strong women”
He momentarily freezes then drinks to stall for time to form a response. Slow gulps one after another. Head tilted back drinking, without turning his head he darts his eyes between the two for visual information, still gulping, maybe he had misunderstood the question he thought. His slow gulping had reached its logical limit. “boss” was looking at him expectantly head in hands and the silence demanded an answer. His words came out weakly, quietly “no, I don’t think that’s true.” It was not very believable, he thought, particularly since the three of them were close and talked often, they knew how outgoing he was.
He had had a few run-ins with “Coworker.” Sometimes she seemed to know more about him than he did. Today was not a good day to be outed publicly. “MC” thought it seemed prudent to drink again, maybe even slower this time. As he lifted the can, “Coworker” snatched it, drank the rest and threw it over her shoulder at him, laughing as she left the office for the night. “Boss” was looking him over, her face unreadable. She was dressed for work, but stylish. She had clearly attempted to make the look hers even in the office. Necklaces, bracelets, earrings, her long scarf around her neck already which at this hour signaled her desire to leave, heels as well. “MC” was distracted. He put his palms against his eyes and rubbed them. He tried not to notice any of it, but he thought her fashion attempts were successful, at least in this moment.
She got closer to him and “MC” prepared himself for the worst, tensing up looking at the floor hands on his knees he was afraid of being observed, judged, ridiculed. He looked up at her as she urged him to stand with a hand gesture. She pointed to different clothing articles, and after some gentle encouragement he took them off down to the last, and then the last too. He was surprised by his own willingness to participate. With another gesture from her he slowly sank to his knees, with a pause he continued to his hands. He understood now that sometimes words were unnecessary and action mattered more.
“You’re right where I want you to be but you want to be here too don’t you?” her voice was commanding but warm and “MC” was filled with comfort and warmth as he answered her question. He had never seen this side of her, or himself. His peace was interrupted however, as he heard a voice coming down the hall.
“Coworker” must have forgotten something. He panicked, starting to stand, hands shaking.
She stopped him immediately, bending over to his level looking at him wide eyed. “No, don’t move If I don’t tell you to. Trust me to deal with it, you are safe with me. When I get back in here you should be back on the floor. Exactly where I put you. “Boss” pointed down and he sat. She looked at him almost pitifully as she carefully wrapped her scarf around his neck. He didn’t understand why she would give him her scarf but it felt nice and he was grateful. “MC” listened as two voices got louder and louder, they were approaching. He wondered if she had planned this. Maybe she set him up for failure so they could both pop out from behind the door and laugh at his expense together. He felt shame creep in but decided to follow instructions anyways. He tried not to wish for that warm feeling to return but he wanted it back. He remembered that he was safe, because she had told him he was, and he eagerly waited for her return.