Master Rubi gem

record the amount of time it takes to cum. set the next timer for that amount of time. see if it can beat its own record.

repeat. and repeat. and repeat. how fast and pathetic can it be? how much can you ruin it's stamina? can you get to the point where it cums within mere minutes of being touched? seconds?

once it's trained like this do away with the timer. start employing strict punishments for cumming too quickly/without permission. you've primed it to fail.

I am so glad that you noticed! I worry a lot about who exactly I am encouraging, both men and women. I hope I let the truth leak through often enough to make what you say obvious, but not so often that I spoil the vibe of the fantasy.

but consider also: bra shaped portals for people to suck your tits on demand and out of your control

Either two separate portals so different people each can access one tit at a time, or they connect as a larger portal so they can use both

She's turning me into such a slut.

I see an attractive person in the street and suddenly I can't remember what I was doing. I cross my legs at work and the subtle pressure is enough to distract me and make me think of her. I wake up every morning desperate for her, and even the brush of my bedsheets against my naked body is enough to set me on fire.

And I get so wet now. Just scrolling Tumblr for five minutes is enough to make my cage slick. And sometimes (she took great pleasure in knowing that this happens) I squirt. Not an orgasm, just a frustrated squirt of wetness that soaks my panties and usually means I have to go clean myself up.

Mia knew no one could see her. She'd looked up at her own apartment from the street a couple times, and the steep angle had made it difficult to catch more than a glimpse of her balcony even if someone had been eagle-eyed enough to make out the details of what they were looking at. A person with 20/20 vision might make out her chair, might even figure out that there was a suntanned brunette sitting in it, but there was no possible way they'd know she was edging her smooth, bare cunt while her earbuds played hypnosis files on an endless loop. That simply wasn't possible.

But it made Mia feel exposed anyway. Her clit tingled imagining men with binoculars and women with cell phone cameras zoomed all the way in, watching her giggle herself dumber and edge herself weaker to the files constantly looping around in her brain. She pictured someone doing the mental calculations, figuring out which apartment Mia was in and going up to find her front door unlocked and the sliding glass portal to the balcony wide open, walking out to find her with her hair done up in pretty pigtails and her lips absently pursed around her own finger. They'd have to realize they were dealing with a horny, brainwashed public use slut on seeing that. They'd have to know what she wanted done to her.

Not that Mia was really asking for that. It was just a fantasy, a hot and sexy daydream she used to get herself nice and wet that just happened to coincide with the suggestions in her favorite hypnosis files. Mia didn't really want to be a public use slut, offering her cunt and her ass and her mouth up to whoever wanted to grab her by the pigtails and steer her body into the right position to be fucked--it just turned her on, that was all. Yes, she really did leave her apartment door unlocked during her marathon edging sessions these days, but only because she knew no one would come in. And if they did, she'd just tell them to go away.

But it was insanely fucking hot to pretend that she wouldn't. It made her cunt practically steam to imagine that if someone finally called her bluff, walking in on Mia while she was edging herself stupid and sucking on her finger like it was a stranger's cock, she'd discover that all those months of listening to files and associating them with pleasure had eroded her resistance so much more than she'd ever consciously realized. Mia's hand froze in a desperate effort to hold back her climax at the notion of finding out at last that all those times she told herself the brainwashing wasn't really affecting her were merely a part of her programming, just one more way her slave self tricked her into continuing her conditioning and remaking herself into a good girl with a constantly needy fuckhole. And whoever came into her apartment would reap the benefits of her misplaced confidence in her own willpower.

Mia's fantasies always devolved into an endless gangbang after that, as one person after another looked up at the horny slut being fucked and used up on the balcony and decided they wanted in. She imagined them finally leaving her wrung out and exhausted, semen leaking from her pussy, and telling her to be ready tomorrow at the same time with her door unlocked and her legs spread. It was all a fantasy, of course, just a way to keep her constantly edged and wet and blissed-out while she listened… but a part of Mia couldn't help wondering if that was the lie, and her daydreams were the secret truth. And that, in turn, drove her to go out to the balcony the next day to play with herself again.