“You are the master of your pet. You… you are the one in control. Your pet needs you… depends on you… wants you to take control…”
Sonya shivered slightly. Yes, she was feeling a bit cold here in nothing but an oversized diaper. But what chilled her more than the air on her bare skin was the spectacle unfolding over on the couch, seen only imperfectly through the unyielding bars of her cage.
There he sat: Trevor, her fiancée and the love of her life. His eyes were glassy, his head lolling as he bent over the laptop before him. A trickle of drool escaped his handsome, parted lips. He was clearly entranced by the spectacle, by the swirling colors before him and the mesmerizing audio that filled the room.
And it was all her fault.
Oh, she hadn’t intended such an outcome! She had just- well… Oh, how to even explain what she’d wanted when she wasn’t even quite sure herself anymore? But she’d wished Trevor would be a bit more assertive. She’d wanted him to be a bit more edgy, be more fun in the bedroom. She’d longed to share her naughty fantasies with him: the ones that featured a particular lead and leather collar around her neck, and that without fail would send her reeling and leaking into wet, orgasmic bliss…
“Gentle suggestion” the website had read. “Hypnotic conditioning. Achieve your goals through the power of your subconscious.” Well, she wasn’t ordinarily the type to put much stock in things as outlandish as hypnosis. But then she’d read that it actually was very much a real thing, and that it was actually quite well studied, and that it couldn’t ever make folks do what they didn’t want to. Well, with reassurances like that, she couldn’t very well refuse the impulse to give it a try, now, could she?
The first audio files were easy enough to administer while Trevor whiled away the hours on that silly Xbox of his. “Podcasts about leadership,” she’d explained, with an inward grin. But then she’d found some video files as well, and she hadn’t been able to resist slipping them on as “screensavers” for the computer monitor directly behind his gaming display…
When he’d first slipped into dominant mode in the bedroom, Sonya had almost screamed in pure delight. His first low growl calling himself “Master” had sent her moaning into orbit. And when he’d first pinned her down and ordered her to hold still like a good pet… well, she’d known that her wildest dreams were about to come true.
And then, they’d progressed into what some might call nightmares.
She still didn’t know where he’d found the cage, or the muzzle gag, or the cuffs. She didn’t know why on earth he’d ordered in these shockingly large diapers, intended just for “his good little pet”. But worse still, she still didn’t understand why she actually complied so willingly with him… or why she found herself growing so unaccountably horny and desperate with every degrading step they took.
And so now, as Sonya knelt in her cage and felt the pressure building in her pent-up bladder, she heaved a little sigh that was barely audible over the monotonous tones of the hypnotic recording. This was the third repetition of this video, and who knew how many more times it would repeat, searing itself deeper into Trevor’s brain with every repetition? Who knew just how many more hours would pass before he finally slipped out of his trance and strode over to playfully scold his pet and release her from the cage that now imprisoned her?
She whimpered softly as the last shreds of resistance melted into defeat… and then gave in, letting her bladder go with a quiet, hissing rush of humiliating warmth between her naked thighs. There was nothing else to do, after all. She’d gotten exactly what she wanted… and a hell of a lot more.
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