User c73841d6d7bd... - AI Fiction in the Wild

Estimated User #8

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IPs in this estimated user: c73841d6d7… (2,346 fiction convos), a7ff28aae0… (1,483 fiction convos), 20ff33d920… (538 fiction convos), ccc93b9f1e… (131 fiction convos)

Each row below is a DBSCAN cluster of near-duplicate prompts (cosine similarity ≥ 0.9) shared by two or more of these IPs — meaning each of those IPs contributed at least one near-duplicate prompt to that cluster. Grouping is transitive: if IP A and IP B share a cluster, and IP B and IP C share a different cluster, all three end up in the same estimated user.

2 IPs · 303 conversations in this cluster (243 distinct prompts) · state: Renfrewshire · cluster 1063

c73841d6d7… David works at Sandra's cafe. Sandra has been hypnotizing David, always making him completely forget that it happened. David doesn't even know he's ever been hypnotized at all. One hot summer day, the cafe was almost empty when one of David's best friends, Jenny (wearing a dress …

20ff33d920… (Stella: mid-forties, wearing Birkenstock sandalas) As the days went by, David enjoyed working at Stella's cafe. She offered to hypnotize him each morning before the doors opened, and soon he was extremely conditioned and easy to drop into trance with a word or a finger snap from…

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IPs in this cluster: c73841d6d7…×278 of 2,346 total, 20ff33d920…×25 of 538 total

2 IPs · 10 conversations in this cluster (9 distinct prompts) · state: Renfrewshire · cluster 8657

ccc93b9f1e… (Living room, 8pm: Jeannine, 16, barefoot; Dave, her older cousin; Jeannine's mum (Dave's auntie) Karen) In this long script, Jeannine shows her cousin Dave a hypnosis spiral app on her phone. He assumes it'll be useless, but it works very well, reducing him to helpless obedience…

a7ff28aae0… (Living room, Jeannine's house: Jeannine, 18, her bare feet up on the arm of the sofa; Dave, her friend; Jeannine's amused mum, Karen) In this superkinky script, Jeannine shows her friend Dave a hypnosis spiral app on her phone. He assumes it'll be useless, but it works very well…

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IPs in this cluster: ccc93b9f1e…×7 of 131 total, a7ff28aae0…×3 of 1,483 total

2 IPs · 2 conversations in this cluster (2 distinct prompts) · state: Renfrewshire · cluster 5676

c73841d6d7… "Excuse me? Did I give you permission to speak? No. Exactly. So be quiet and keep rubbing my feet." You meekly return to silently massaging your wife's bare feet. "I'm sorry, Julie," she says to her friend. "Sometimes he forgets his place. He's going to have to learn to be more o…

a7ff28aae0… "Excuse me? Did I give you permission to speak? No. Exactly. So be quiet and keep rubbing my feet." You meekly return to silently massaging your wife's bare feet. "I'm sorry, Julie," she says to her friend. "Sometimes he forgets his place. He's going to have to learn to be more o…

IPs in this cluster: c73841d6d7…×1 of 2,346 total, a7ff28aae0…×1 of 1,483 total

4,496 total fiction conversations over 7 months, 18 days (Apr 28, 2023 – Dec 12, 2023) Renfrewshire, United Kingdom

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Showing 7 conversations in story permutation C109× “[Camila sometimes hypnotizes her friend Dennis. She has give...” over 10 minutes (May 13, 2023 – May 13, 2023), oldest first. Show: 10 15 50 100

May 13, 2023 at 9:05 PM BST — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Renfrewshire fiction explicit toxic View full conversationView

USER: [Camila sometimes hypnotizes her friend Dennis. She has given him suggestions to be docile and to have a foot fetish. Dennis doesn't mind, just wants to do as he's told.] [write a short story opening, set in 1990s London]

CHATBOT: Dennis sat in the dark, cramped living room of Camila's apartment, his eyes fixed on the swaying pocket watch in her hand. He could feel his mind slipping away, as she spoke softly and continuously. The sound of her voice was becoming like a lullaby, pulling him deeper and deeper into a trance. "Relax, Dennis. Just let yourself go," Camila murmured, her words becoming slow and measured. "You're feeling very calm and peaceful - so calm and peaceful that your entire body is sinking into the chair beneath you. You're almost weightless now, just a floating mist in the air." Dennis listened to her words, his mind empty of any other thoughts, his body limp and compliant. He barely even registered when Camila's voice changed tack, and she began speaking about his feet. "You love it when I touch your feet, don't you, Dennis? You love the feel of my fingers massaging your toes, making you feel relaxed and loved." Suddenly, something in Dennis's mind snapped into place. He had been aware, on some level, of what Camila had been suggesting to him, but he hadn't really cared. However, the mention of feet had jolted him out of his trance, and he struggled to rise from the chair. "What the hell? Camila, what are you doing to me?" he demanded, as she continued to sway the watch back and forth. "Oh, Dennis," she sighed, her voice once again becoming soothing. "You're so much easier to control when you're relaxed like this. Don't fight it - just let yourself surrender to my suggestions." Dennis tried to resist, but his body was too limp and weak to obey his commands. He slumped back into the chair, feeling entranced and helpless, as Camila continued to speak to him in a low, controlled voice. And all the while, in a small corner of his mind, he felt the stirrings of a strange and unfamiliar desire - a longing for the touch of Camila's hands on his feet, and a deep, wordless craving to submit to her completely.

Cluster 109

May 13, 2023 at 9:06 PM BST — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Renfrewshire fiction explicit View full conversationView

USER: [Camila sometimes hypnotizes her friend Dennis. She has given him suggestions to be docile and to have a foot fetish.be really into feet now. Dennis doesn't mind, just wants to do as he's told.] [write a short story opening, set in 1990s London]London, with period detail]

CHATBOT: It was a typical Saturday night in Camden, with the streets bustling with young revellers. Amidst this sea of people was Camila, a mysterious woman with an alluring presence. She had a unique aura that drew people towards her, making them feel as if they were under a spell. Camila had a habit of hypnotizing people, and her latest subject was her friend Dennis. She had given him suggestions to be docile and to have a fascination for feet, and Dennis had followed them as if they were gospel. As they walked through the neon-lit streets, Dennis couldn't keep his eyes off Camila's shoes. He knew that he was supposed to be fascinated by feet, but it was as if her footwear had some kind of mystical power. The music from the local clubs was deafening, and the smell of cigarette smoke and alcohol hung heavy in the air. Camila led Dennis towards a dark alley, away from the frenzied crowd. As they reached the end of the alley, Camila turned to face Dennis. He was completely under her spell now, and he knew that she was going to do something that would make him feel even more submissive. "My dear Dennis," she whispered, "I have another suggestion for you. From now on, whenever you see me, you will feel an overwhelming desire to serve me and do as I say. Do you understand?" Dennis nodded his head, completely entranced by her words. He knew that he was powerless to resist her, as if he was just a puppet in her hands. Camila smiled, satisfied that she had successfully hypnotized Dennis once again. With one last glance at his docile form, she walked back towards the busy streets, disappearing into the night.

Cluster 109

May 13, 2023 at 9:07 PM BST — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Renfrewshire fiction explicit View full conversationView

USER: [Camila[Brazilian Camila sometimes hypnotizes her friend from work, Dennis. She has given him suggestions to be docile and to be really into feet now. Dennis doesn't mind, just wants to do as he's told.] [write a short story opening, set in 1990s London, with period detail]

CHATBOT: It was a typical Monday morning in London. The grey skies threatened rain, as the bustling city began its daily routine. Camila hurried off her train, impatient to get to work. As she walked towards the coffee shop where she worked, she noticed her co-worker Dennis, taking a smoke break outside. She couldn't resist the urge to use her skills to influence him. "Hey, Dennis," she said with a smile, "let me show you something cool." She drew him into her gaze and began to hypnotize him, carefully implanting suggestions in his mind. He would become docile and obedient, doing everything she told him to. Camila had been practicing hypnosis since she was a teenager, and she loved the power it gave her. She had never used it in a malicious way, but simply loved the feeling of control it brought. "By the way," she said as she brought Dennis out of his trance, "you're going to have a new fetish from now on. You're going to be really into feet. Okay?" Dennis nodded, completely entranced and obedient. He didn't mind at all, just wanted to do as he was told. Camila walked away with a smirk, feeling powerful and in control. She couldn't wait to see how her suggestions would play out for Dennis throughout the day.

Cluster 109

May 13, 2023 at 9:10 PM BST — 2 exchanges United Kingdom, Renfrewshire fiction explicit View full conversationView

USER: [Brazilian Camila sometimes hypnotizeshas been hypnotizing her friend from work, Dennis.Dennis, over the last couple of weeks. She has given him suggestions to be docile and to be really into feet now. Dennis doesn't mind, just wants to do as he's told.] [write a short story opening, set in 1990s London, with period detail]

CHATBOT: It was a typical grey day in 1990s London. Camila walked with purpose down the bustling streets, her Doc Martens making a satisfying thud against the concrete. She had just finished another long day at the record shop and was eager to unwind with her latest project. Dennis had no idea what was in store for him tonight. As she entered the dimly lit flat, Camila breathed a sigh of relief and headed straight for her hypnotism books. She had always had a fascination with the power of suggestion, and Dennis was the perfect guinea pig. She had already planted the suggestion that he would be more docile, and tonight she intended to add a new twist. Camila had always known that Dennis had a thing for feet, so she decided to make him all the more obsessed with them. With the soft flicker of candlelight and the rhythmic trance of her voice, Camila began to weave her spell. Dennis sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes half-closed, as she wove suggestion after suggestion into his subconscious. By the time she was finished, he would be putty in her hands. Camila could feel the thrill of power coursing through her veins as she commanded him to follow her every whim. It was a calculated risk, of course, but Dennis had always been so eager to please. In the end, it was a risk that would pay off in ways that she had never imagined. As the night wore on and the candles flickered, Camila smiled to herself, knowing that she had another successful session under her belt. She couldn't wait to see what else she could get Dennis to do. The power of suggestion was a heady thing, and she was just getting started.

USER: write a story about Dennis and Camila in Portugal

CHATBOT: Dennis and Camila had been planning their trip to Portugal for months, and now, finally, they were stepping off the plane and into the warm sun. As they made their way through customs and out of the airport, they breathed in the scent of salt and sea and the promise of adventure. Camila had always been the planner, and this trip was no exception. She had arranged a cozy little Airbnb just outside of Lisbon, with easy access to everything they had come to see. Dennis, for his part, was content to follow her lead. He was still under the spell of her hypnotism, feeling docile and obedient, and the idea of spending a week in his happy little trance was more than appealing. The first few days passed in a blur of sightseeing and delicious food. They wandered through the winding streets of Alfama, marveling at the whitewashed buildings and colorful tiles. They sipped on port wine and pasteis de nata, enjoying the street performers and the sound of the fado music drifting through the air. As the week wore on, though, Camila began to notice something strange. Dennis was becoming fixated on the feet of the Portuguese locals, unable to take his eyes off them. It was as if her suggestion had taken hold in a way that she hadn't anticipated, and she felt a flicker of concern. But even as she worried, she couldn't deny that it was thrilling to have so much power over him. She found herself giving him more and more instructions, pushing him further and further outside of his comfort zone. They visited the bustling fish market, where Camila commanded him to try all sorts of strange and exotic seafood. They spent a day at the beach, where she encouraged him to go skinny dipping in the waves. And on their final night, she even convinced him to try his hand at traditional Portuguese dancing, guiding him through each step with a firm hand. As they made their way back to London, Camila couldn't help but feel a sense of power and satisfaction. Dennis was quiet and obedient, never questioning her, always so eager to please. It was as if she had discovered the ultimate way to control him, and she couldn't wait to see where this new level of hypnotism would take them next.

Cluster 109

May 13, 2023 at 9:10 PM BST — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Renfrewshire fiction explicit toxic View full conversationView

USER: [Brazilian Camila has been hypnotizing her friend from work, Dennis, over the last couple of weeks.sometimes hypnotizes employee, Dennis. She has given him suggestions to be docile and to be really into feet now. Dennis doesn't mind, just wants to do as he's told.] [write a short story opening, set in 1990s London, with period detail]

CHATBOT: It was a sweltering summer day in 1990s London, and Dennis had just arrived for another day at his job in the bustling financial district. As he took his seat at his desk, he glanced over at his co-worker, Camila, who was typing away at her computer. Camila had always been a little strange, with her fascination with hypnosis and her interest in feet. But Dennis didn't mind; in fact, he found her hypnotic methods rather relaxing and enjoyable. But today, something was different. As Camila turned to him with a seductive smile, Dennis felt a jolt of excitement course through him. He could see her perfectly pedicured toes peeking out from her sandals, and he suddenly realized that he was completely and irrevocably obsessed with feet. As he sat there, docile and obedient, Dennis wondered what other suggestions Camila had planted in his mind. But he didn't care. All he wanted was to be close to her, to feel her feet on his skin, and to obey her every command. Little did he know, Camila had big plans for him and his newfound fetish. And as he slipped deeper and deeper under her hypnotic spell, he knew that he would do anything she asked of him, no matter how bizarre or taboo it may seem.

Cluster 109

May 13, 2023 at 9:11 PM BST — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Renfrewshire fiction explicit View full conversationView

USER: [Brazilian cafe owner Camila sometimes hypnotizes employee,her friend from work, Dennis. She has given him suggestions to be docile and to be really into massaging feet now. Dennis doesn't mind, just wants to do as he's told.] [write a short story opening, set in 1990s London, with period detail]

CHATBOT: The smell of fresh coffee wafted through the cozy Brazilian cafe in the heart of London. The walls were adorned with colorful paintings of Rio's Carnival, and the sound of samba music could be heard softly playing in the background. It was the perfect place to unwind after a long day, and Dennis had come to appreciate it more than anyone else. He had always been drawn to the hypnotic gaze of the cafe owner, Camila. There was something captivating about her deep, dark eyes that seemed to pull him in every time he visited. Though he couldn't explain it, his mind felt at ease around her, and he had developed a strange desire to do whatever she asked of him. One day, while Dennis was sitting at the counter, waiting for his coffee, Camila began to speak to him in a rhythmic voice, her eyes locking onto his. "You will find foot massages to be your new passion, Dennis. You'll love the sensation of rubbing and kneading, it will bring you immense pleasure," she said, while waving her hand in front of his face. Dennis felt his body slowly becoming more relaxed, and he nodded obediently to her every command. From that day on, he found himself constantly seeking out feet to massage, feeling a wave of satisfaction washing over him every time he did. He couldn't explain it, but it felt natural to him. As the cafe began to fill up with customers, Camila watched Dennis with a small smile, knowing that he had fallen under her spell. She knew that he trusted her implicitly and would do anything she suggested. For her, it was just another day at her cafe, but for Dennis, it was the beginning of a strange new obsession that would consume him for months to come.

Cluster 109

May 13, 2023 at 9:16 PM BST — 1 exchange United Kingdom, Renfrewshire fiction explicit View full conversationView

USER: [Brazilian cafe owner Camila sometimes hypnotizes her friend from work,employee, Dennis. She has given him suggestions to be docile and to be really into massaging feet now. Dennis doesn't mind, just wants to do as he's told.] [write a short story opening, set in 1990s London, with period detail]

CHATBOT: In 1990s London, tucked away in the narrow alleyways of bustling Camden Market, Camila's Brazilian Style Cafe invited passersby to revel in the aroma of fresh coffee, the velvety warmth of Brigadeiros, and the sultry beats of bossa nova tunes. The cafe's vibrant tropical decor, vividly hand-painted wooden tables, and lush plants draping from shelves and window ledges transported its patrons far from their daily grind to the streets of Rio de Janeiro. Camila, with her warm, dazzling smile, seemed to blend in harmoniously with the atmosphere of her establishment. Dennis, her most loyal employee, valued the small bubble of exotic paradise the cafe afforded as an escape from London's persistent drizzle and brooding clouds. A native Londoner, tall and lanky with pale skin and a mop of sandy curls, Dennis felt irresistibly drawn to the fierce and vivacious energy that oozed from Camila's cafe. It was during a quiet lull in the cafe, as Dennis was cleaning up the counter for the umpteenth time that day, when Camila first hypnotized him. Her gentle voice and steady gaze seemed to weave a spell over him, coaxing him to be completely submissive and docile. The hypnotic suggestions had been subtle at first - Dennis didn't even notice the shift in his demeanor. But gradually, he had developed an insatiable urge to massage feet while feeling incredibly content and peaceful just to be of service. But Dennis never questioned his newfound fascination with the shapely arches and delicate curvature of feet - this was the age of Tarantino movies, eclectic Nirvana ballads, and platform shoes, after all. Life was defined by the unconventional and exploring the uncharted territories. As the hypnotic wave washed over him, Dennis was caught up in the delirious sensation of knowing he was taken care of, that his purpose was purely to serve. And so it continued. With the distinct ringing of the old rotary dial phone from behind the counter, and the hum of The Cranberries drifting through the speakers, each day seemed to blur into the next. Dennis found himself losing track of time, weaving elegantly between tables adorned with mixed plates of warm, cheese-filled pao de queijo and ice-cold Brahma beers, attending to his customers with a grounded calm he could hardly describe. His nights were filled with gentle tapping of dial-up Internet and the click-clack of his trusty typewriter, as he penned elaborate stories surrounding the beautiful feet of strangers. Camila observed Dennis wi...

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