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Just indulging one of my favorite tropes ever - the disaster genius with the hypercompetent, put-upon assistant. Especially with mutual pining. Especially if they aren't aware they're pining.

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tw: hostage situation

"Screwdriver, size 1," said Aurora, absently holding out a hand while staring down at a stubborn part. It took her nearly a full minute to realize that her hand still held only air, no screwdriver forthcoming. "Screw -- oh. Damn it."

Just one more reminder that Gabriel, her trusted assistant, wasn't here. Gabriel would have pressed the right size of screwdriver into her hand before she even finished asking for it. Gabriel would have given her the right size of screwdriver even if Aurora accidentally asked for the wrong one.

But Gabriel was god knows where, and as a result, the screwdriver Aurora needed was also god knows where. The tiny workroom she'd been imprisoned in was an utter disaster zone, tools and parts strewn everywhere. Aurora spent over fifteen of her precious remaining minutes searching for a screwdriver she'd literally just held in her hand, cursing the entire time, until she finally realized that it was in her pocket.

And it was the wrong size anyway.

Fiddling with the screws was a pointless endeavor anyway, just a way to try and quiet her mind so she could figure out the real problem -- in layman's terms, the math wasn't mathing. She swiveled her chair around to stare at the whiteboard covered in diagrams and equations, going over the plans one more time, hoping that this time she'd figure out the flaw.

A little over two days ago she'd been kidnapped by some shady criminal group -- she wasn't sure which one, they all tended to blend together for her. They demanded she build a superweapon to their specifications in three days, or else they'd start killing hostages until they got what they wanted. The superweapon itself was simple, really, and she'd worked out a plan for it in just a few hours. It hardly worth kidnapping someone of her intellect for. If she were the kind of engineer willing to silence her pesky conscience and hand over a doomsday device to some organized crime goons, knowing it'd be used to kill and terrorize countless innocent people, she'd be finished already.

No, the difficult part was coming up with the precise sabotage needed for the weapon to work in tests and fail when put to use against actual civilians. It was a tough needle to thread, and it was what Aurora had spent most of the last two days trying to figure out. And she was so close to an answer, so goddamn close, except the math wasn't working out.

Gabriel would know exactly what was wrong with the equations on the whiteboard. He'd look it all over, silently pick up a whiteboard marker, and issue a correction, shooting Aurora that look that meant "how can someone so smart be so dumb?" The kind of sass she only ever tolerated from him, because he was the only one who could ever keep up with her.

Aurora softly pounded her head against the whiteboard, reminded once again that Gabriel wasn't here. In fact, she didn't know where he was. He wasn't one of the hostages, so he must have escaped -- after all, he always figured out a way to get them both out of the tight spots Aurora was good at putting them in.

He'd definitely escaped. He definitely hadn't gotten caught in the explosion. Gabriel was too smart and too stubborn to die, and besides, it would be incredibly rude for him to die when Aurora needed him so badly. He was the only one who knew where half the things were located in Aurora's lab and the only one who made her coffee the way she liked it.

So he couldn't possibly die. He was absolutely fine. Anything else was unthinkable.

Frustrated and exhausted, Aurora backed up against the wall in the stifling workroom and slid down it until she was sitting on the floor. She'd had the bad luck to be kidnapped while in the middle of a multi-day inventing bender, so she hadn't slept at all in at least four days, and it was definitely catching up to her. The numbers on the whiteboard seemed to swim and dance before her eyes, taunting her with the flaw she couldn't seem to detect.

The metal door slammed open, startling her out of her skin as she scrambled to her feet. "What the hell is that for?" she said. "Don't you know I'm trying to concentrate?"

"I just need to make sure you're working on my new little toy." It was the guy in charge, whose name Aurora couldn't remember. She was terrible with names. Gabriel always remembered the names for her. His eyes swept over the cluttered workspace, his hand on the gun strapped to his hip. "None of this looks like a weapon, doctor."

"You told me I have three days. It's not three days yet."

He pulled out the gun and made a show of inspecting it, pointing it right at Aurora as he did. "I don't have a lot of patience, you know," he said. "If you haven't delivered me a working prototype in the next twelve hours, I'll have no choice but to relieve my stress by killing off some of the hostages. Maybe I'll start with the children, let you listen to their screams. Might be a good motivator."

"Are you finished with your monologue?" said Aurora, trying not to betray any emotions on her face. "Because some of us have actual work to do."

That earned Aurora a gun barrel pressed up against the bottom of her chin, and she knew she was doing a piss-poor job of hiding her fear.

"You don't look like you've been doing any work to me," the criminal goon hissed.

"I told you, I need my assistant. I can't get work done without him."

"Then you're going to have to fucking figure that out, aren't you? You're supposed to be a genius. Start acting like one." He finally moved the gun away from Aurora's face. "I'm coming back in, oh, four hours, and if I don't see most of a weapon by then, I'm gonna have to give you some more incentives. Understand?"

"Crystal clear," she said, mouth dry.

He slammed the door behind him as he left, the sound rattling several loose tools off the nearby workbench. Aurora sank back onto the floor.

Oh, she was so fucked. If she couldn't figure out what was wrong with her math in time, people were going to die. Die because of a stupid mistake, die because she couldn't pull it the fuck together.

They'd die because she'd taken Gabriel for granted. If she hadn't treated him so thoughtlessly, if they hadn't had that argument and become separated, then he'd probably be here with her now. He'd figure out the flaw in her designs and a way to escape to boot.

But he wasn't here, and the thought that she might never actually see him again was scarier than the gun that'd been pressed to her throat.

"God damn it, Gabriel," she said, knowing no one would hear it besides whoever was monitoring the security cameras. "I'm sorry, all right? I mean it. I really am sorry."

The door slammed open again. "I found this little rat skulking around. I believe he belongs to you," said the man in charge. A couple of suited goons tossed a squirming and very familiar bundle into the workroom. "Don't say I never did anything for you. No more excuses now."

As the door closed, Aurora stared down at the man pulling himself up off the floor, certain she must be hallucinating. "Gabriel?"

"Hello, sir," he said, brushing off his impeccably starched pants.

"How… how are you here?"

"I broke in, sir."

Hope swelled up in Aurora's chest. "To rescue me?"

"No, of course not. Have you seen how many guards they have out there? I have no idea how to rescue you. Not yet, anyway."

"Then why…"

"I thought you would need assistance, sir, so I broke in and let them capture me, figuring they'd take me to you." He glanced around the disastrous room. "It would seem my assessment is correct."

He was here, he was unharmed, and he was real, right down to the polished dress shoes and oversized glasses. Aurora couldn't hold it in a minute longer. "It really is you, Gabriel," she said, nearly knocking them both over with the force of her embrace. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Well, you're seeing me now, sir."

"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I really am. I'm not just saying that because I need you to pull my butt out of the fire, even though I do really need you to pull my butt out of the fire. I'm really, truly sorry for how I acted, and I'm sorry I'm always taking you for granted."

"That's very touching," he said, awkwardly patting her on the back. "But is now the right time to have this conversation? We're on a bit of a tight deadline, aren't we?"

We. It wasn't just Aurora's problem, now.

"We are," she said, walking over to the whiteboard. "I have the basic plan for the weapon outlined here, but I'm having trouble with…" She tapped the part of the plans related to her sabotage. They'd been disguised and coded so that the goons watching her wouldn't realize what it was, but Gabriel would know.

Aurora watched as Gabriel's eyes scanned the whiteboard left and right, up and down. His brows furrowed, gears turning in his head. "Interesting…" he muttered.

"Do you get the theory behind what I'm trying to do here?"

"I think so," he said. "But I'm not sure about this part." He picked up a marker and struck out one of Aurora's numbers, writing in his own.

Aurora stared, going over the calculations in her head again, this time substituting in Gabriel's suggestion. "That can't be right, can it?"

"Perhaps not. I'm only trying to make sense of it, sir," he said with a shrug.

"Wait… wait a minute… if we… and then if we…" Aurora's hands were flying now, replacing her numbers as she worked out the ripple effects of the change. "Hold on. Holy shit, that is it, isn't it? That's exactly it."

"Well, you made three more errors, but somehow still came up with the right answer," said Gabriel. "You haven't slept since Tuesday, have you?"

"I have not!" said Aurora gleefully, already giddy at the prospect of sabotaging those rotten bastards that'd dared to kidnap her. "I can sleep once I get this thing done. Can you hand me the --" A screwdriver was pressed into the palm of her hand before she could finish. "Thank you."

His eyes widened. "You never thank me, sir. That can't simply be sleep deprivation. Have they drugged you? Is it mind control? Possession?"

"Is it that hard to believe I appreciate you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I do. And I'm glad you're here. Well, I mean, I'm not glad you got taken hostage -- you know what I mean."

"I suppose," he said. "And for what it's worth, I am glad that you're in one piece. It would mean a lot of extra work for me if you weren't."

For a brief moment, Aurora thought she saw a smile flicker on her long suffering assistant's face. Probably just a hallucination from sleep deprivation.

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How to actually train a submissive, a how to guide

+Thoughts on the pervasive misinformation surrounding punishments and their usefulness.

Step 1. Make sure your submissive actually want to be trained. I'm into dom breaking, I'm into kidnapping, I'm into all types of situations where you forcibly change a person into the perfect submissive. But that's all fantasy, and they're fun fantasies to play out with willing participants. (Yeah i know this is pretty obvious stuff, everyone should know this already, but it is an important first step and it cant hurt to repeat)

Step 2. Pick a goal. The perfect example is getting them to take their pills at the same time each day. Its something they already want to do, its something that will benefit them greatly, its something that's very obviously pass/ fail, and its simple. Those are the criteria for a good behaviour to modify (with "want to do" flipped to "don't want to do" if its a behaviour you're trying to stop). The fewer of those things are true the more difficult its going to be to get the desired result, not impossible mind you but more difficult. As you and your submissive gain experience and become more comfortable with this process you can begin to modify more complex behaviours, but keep it simple to start.

Step 3. DO reward success, DO NOT punish failure. I'm gonna let myself rant about this at the end of this guide but for the moment just believe me when i say punishments are not a useful tool in training. So reward them every time the succeed. The best rewards are small things that stimulate the pleasure centre of their brain. Praise is a great place to start, stickers, snacks, tiny animal erasers, maybe shiny treasures if they have corvid like proclivities. Whatever it is make sure you give it to them personally, make sure you show you're genuinely happy with them, and make sure its something they cant get or aren't allowed to have otherwise. If the do fail (and they will sometimes) don't reward them, don't punish them, and don't let them punish themself. They want to be good for you, they will take failure hard. You need to make sure they know failure isn't a bad thing, everyone fails sometimes especially when starting to learn something. You need to reassure them that you're not angry or sad or upset and especially not disappointed.

Step 4. Be consistent. Reward them every time until they have a perfect record for a significant period of time. The specifics of this depend too much on the specifics of the behaviour and the reward so i wont try to give guidelines. Once they have that perfect track record start reducing the frequency of the rewards, stress to them that this isn't a punishment this is a really good thing. It means the training is working and they should be proud of themself and you are proud of them. Once you've weaned them off of the reward all together give them a big reward as a congratulations. And then sporadically reward them as a reminder that you're proud of them and to keep the habit strong. If the behaviour begins to drift you might need to go back and start rewarding them again, this shouldn't be seen as failure, its a normal part of training.

Step 5. Start again. Do they still want to be trained or are they happy with where they are? Is there another behaviour you want to modify? Is it time to try a more difficult modification? Do you need to switch up the reward to keep them motivated? Do you have the bandwidth to be consistent?

A note on brats. Specifically type 3 brats as described in THIS post. None of my advice changes. They still want to be good for you they just also want to play a fun game with you. Enjoy the fun game and train them to improve their lives. Just, don't try to train them out of being a brat, they're enjoying their game don't take away something that they enjoy, if you don't want a brat don't get with a brat.

Finally here is the as promised rant about punishment.

To the submissive reading this. You don't deserve to be punished, you never deserved to be punished. Even if you were a "problem" child you didn't deserve to be hurt for it. You still don't deserve to be hurt in ways you don't want to be. To the dominant reading this, yes you can rule through fear it is possible, but gods why?! If your ultimate goal isn't for your sub to be as happy and self fulfilled as possible, whatever that looks like for them, then what the fuck are you doing. And aside from that punishment isn't even an effective method of training. A dog kicked whenever it barks will learn to fear you and wont bark around you. A child spanked whenever you feel they've done something wrong will learn to resent you and will hide everything from you. An adult punished for stealing will learn to steal more effectively. Your submissive is no different from any of those examples. Kill the cop in your head, stop thinking of punishment as a legitimate means of control.

Pet whumpee for sale who's been passed by for days because they're so obviously traumatized. Nobody appreciates a pet who flinches and whimpers upon being touched. What's the point?

Except Carewhumper, who's been looking for this exact thing. Carewhumper embracing Whumpee and holding them close even as their breath hitches in panic, gently stroking their hair. Carewhumper murmurs so gently to them as they tremble.

"There, see? It's not so bad. It's not so bad, is it? Shh, shh... it's all right. Look at you, you're so pretty. Shh. It's all right. You want to be good for me, don't you? I'm going to take such good care of you."

cute idea: going on long walks together, holding hands! luckily it's cold out and we're wearing layers...so nobody can see the collar you have one isn't a regular one for people, it's for pets! i know because while we're "holding hands" i'm really holding the end of your leash~ we're so sneaky cuz we pulled the lead through your sweater sleeve. isn't that cute? nobody here but me knows what a dumb lil pet you are~ i'll keep your secret though, don't worry!

Junko-Kat

Bio Age: 35

Maturity: Generally well-behaved with a touch of snark, Junko-Kat can sometimes be shy and nonverbal.

Little Age: Around 3

Potty Untraining:

Comfortable with diapers quickly but takes time to feel safe enough for messing.

Describes it as a nice goal when trust and security are established.

Diapers provide a unique sense of littleness and safety.

Interests and Preferences:

Adoration for stuffies and snuggling – nothing feels better than a cozy cuddle session, especially wth her axolotl.

Loves engaging in activities like stacking toys and building with Legos.

Excited to continue exploring pacifiers and thumb-sucking to deepen her little experience.

Looks forward to further training to embrace being a "helpless little girl."

Junko-Kat enjoys being a kitten.

Personality Highlights:

Finds joy in being helpful and polite, and even loves assisting around the house in roles like playing a maid.

Disclaimer: Regression School reminds all prospective caregivers that the information above is as provided by the applicant. Truthfulness cannot be guaranteed, but the cuteness definitely can. @junko-kat

Hypnotize me to believe you are chloroforming/drugging me and then enjoy the show of me fighting to stay awake.

Hypnotized to Freeze and Drop

She's hypnotized to respond to hypnotic triggers in this short clip. The first word is FREEZE, which has her instantly freeze in place like a statue. The second word is DROP, which instantly drops her into trance

listen to my Voice, hero

TW: mind control, hypnotic induction, intimate whumper, restraints, corruption

Are your bonds comfortable, Hero? I wouldn't want to cause any damage to your precious muscles and nerves. You are the city's shining hope, after all. Or at least, you have been until now.

Good, now we can have a proper chat. You can just listen carefully to everything I have to say. 

Oh, don't glare at me like that. How many times have we clashed now? And every time you manage to resist my lovely compelling Voice just enough to stop my plans, just enough so that I must escape by the skin of my teeth. You must have known it might come to this eventually, a time when my compulsions are too strong for you to fight, a time when my Voice finally brings you to your knees.

I've been training, dear hero, training especially for you. Training for you, because you're really the only one in this city worth controlling. You're better than all of them. We both know that. And I know how you feel about me, because I've seen the look in your eyes when my compulsions take hold of your pretty little mind.

No, no, be quiet. Be quiet.That's it, there you are. Oh, the delicious expression on your face when I use my Voice on you. I'll never get enough of it.

Most heroes look terrified, you know, to have their thoughts pulled out from under them, to find their body out of their control. Terrified, angry, defiant -- that's how the other heroes look. But you're different. In that moment when I weave my spell on you, when you feel your mind go hazy and your body stop obeying your commands, I see something else in your eyes. I see relief. Deep, unmistakable relief.

No, don't try to deny it. I've tangled with you too many times to be wrong about this. You're relieved when I compel you. You'd never admit it, not even to yourself, but you long for the way it feels. You long to have your choices taken away. You long to not have to make decisions. You long to not have to fight any more.

But every time, you fight. Every time, you break free of my Voice. And I can see the toll it takes on you. That's why I've been training so hard, Hero. So that you couldn't resist my Voice, wouldn't be able to break free. So that I could give you what you want more than anything. 

I've seen you, Hero. I've seen you at your best and at your lowest, haven't I? I understand you better than anyone else in the city. You know it's true. And I can see how exhausted you are. How you've been worked to the bone. How you never get to rest, never get a vacation. I even tried cutting back on my evil schemes in the hopes that you'd take a break, but all you did was pursue other villains twice as hard. 

There are deep bags under your eyes, Hero, marring your beautiful face. There's resignation in your tone that was never there before. I can't stand it, can't stand the way the city treats you. You're destroying yourself to save this ungrateful, useless population and all they do is criticize you. It makes me sick.

And I know what you do once you've defeated me and I escape back to my lair. I know you return to your cold, empty apartment, and curl up on the couch with some convenience food, trying to relax. I know how you toss and turn at night, wondering if you're doing the right thing. I know how lonely you are, Hero. I'm lonely too, you know.

I wish you could see how glassy and dazed your eyes are right now. It's beautiful. Listening to my Voice is so nice, isn't it? Yes, that's it, just relax.

Oh, your hair is so soft. I bet you haven't had a tender touch like this in a while. I saw you lean into it before you caught yourself. Let me run my hand through your hair, there's a good, relaxed hero. Is that a sleepy little smile I see? You like that, don't you?

In fact, you like all of this, don't you? You like having no choice but to relax and listen as my compelling Voice weaves a spell around you. You like the feeling as I slowly hypnotize your vulnerable mind, how your resistance slips away little by little. You've thought about this on those lonely nights, haven't you? What it would feel like if I won. What it would feel like to succumb to my hypnotic compulsions. What it would feel like if you stopped fighting and let me take charge of your mind completely.

Oh, don't struggle. Don't struggle. Relax.There it is again, that relief. My Voice feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good to have the fight taken out of you. Don't deny it, it's written all over your face.

You don't need to pretend you haven't thought about it. You somehow manage to always be the first hero on the scene whenever I try anything. Almost as if you're willing to drop anything to see me, isn't it?

But you were scared. I'm a villain, after all. I don't deny it. You must think I might hurt or humiliate you. Well, you can put all of your fears to rest, because I have no intention of that. I respect you far too much. I'm going to take good care of you, Hero. I'm going to give you the treatment you deserve. I'm going to help you relax. I'm going to take all your worries away.  It's going to feel amazing, Hero, I promise.

I'm sorry, were you trying to say something just now? Still trying to fight it? You'll have to speak up, it's too hard to hear you when you're so out of it.

"It's wrong"? Is that what you said, Hero?

No, what's wrong is how little reward you get for everything you do. That's why I had to do this, had to train my Voice to be strong enough to be irresistible even to you. Now I can reward you. I can give you everything you want, everything you need, beginning with the beautiful, relaxing oblivion of total and complete obedience.

You'll get other rewards, too, of course you will. Together we'll share in the riches of the city, bend everyone in power to our wills. It's what we both deserve. But this is your first and most important reward -- obedience. Nothing is more calm, relaxing, and peaceful than knowing you have no choice, than having every decision made for you.

And all you have to do is listen. 

I'm too strong for you now, Hero, my Voice too compelling. You're almost entirely under my spell, aren't you? I can see how drowsy you are, how my compulsions are putting your conscious mind to sleep.

Yes, that's it. You're too exhausted, Hero. Too tired. Too many nights with too little sleep. You need to rest. You need to stop fighting. You need to surrender.

No one will think any less of you. They'll see how powerful I've become, how easily I can command even the strongest and smartest. They'll realize you had no choice, that it was out of your hands. You won't need to feel guilt or shame. Everyone will know this wasn't your fault, that there was nothing you could do to prevent yourself falling under my villainous control. 

And the fact that you actually enjoy this, the fact that you long to give in so badly and fall under my hypnotic trance? That can be our little secret, Hero.

There we go. That's it, just a little more. Look into my eyes. Look nice and deep into my eyes while I stroke your hair and talk you down softly. Just like you've always dreamed of. No more fear, no more pain. Only sweet restful sleep and deep hypnotic trance. 

That's it, Hero. It's too late. You're too tired, too drowsy, too captured in my Voice to fight it. There's nothing to do. Nothing you have to do. Just feel yourself growing oh so dazed and sleepy as I weave my Voice around you. So comforting. So right. Exactly what you wanted. Exactly what you needed. Exactly where you belong. 

Tell me, Hero, tell me you want this.

That's it, that's it! Oh, how I've longed to hear those words from you. Tell me how my Voice makes you feel. Be honest.

Oh. Oh, my. That's... that's even better than I expected. Far, far better. You love my Voice that much? Oh, Hero, dear Hero, why didn't you say so before? You could have had this any time. I would have been more than happy to bring you to my lair and give you the hypnosis you deserve. You could have been listening to my Voice all day.

Well, it doesn't matter now, because now you can have my Voice all you want, stronger than it's ever been. Isn't that nice? Oh, look at you bob your drowsy head. I don't even need to compel agreement out of you. You're so deeply hypnotized, aren't you? Good, good. Good hero. 

My hero.

Now, why don't you go all the way under? Just keep listening and let your eyelids grow oh so heavy. Let those heavy eyes close. Don't open them again. That's a good hero. So obedient and docile. You're so, so beautiful to me, my drowsy, docile hero. 

Yes, docile. That's what you are, deep down inside. All your strength, all your determination to do the right thing, all of that is a mask that conceals who you really are. A docile and obedient little lamb. And no one needs to know that but me. I'll fulfill your deep craving to be hypnotized and controlled, and you can still be every bit as strong and determined when you're working under my orders. Doesn't that sound just perfect for you? 

All the way under, now, deep into hypnotic trance. Let your resistance fade, my hero. Let your mind fog. Let your mental defenses fall.

Surrender. Surrender and submit. Submit to me, just like you've always wanted.

You can finally feel that relief. You can finally take that rest. Because I have you now. You're mine. I'm in complete control now, my docile little hero. 

And I order you to feel nothing but bliss.

Masterlist

If you like this, you may like "the defiant princess" for more gentle, slow induction on a resisting subject.