rare delights

Now you're posing for him every time you hear him coming, back arched, biting your lip.

You used to be sweet. "Do you like me?"

Now your interests are a little stronger. "Yes sir, I'm your little slut."

You used to hate giving oral.

Now you moan when you taste his precum, you slap his cock on your tongue, and your thighs are soaked as you swallow huge gulps of hot cum.

You used to just lie there and let him pound you.

So your boyfriend suggested Subtraction Training, and you trusted him. So you signed up for a weekly hypnosis session.

Of course, your sexual interest in your boyfriend jumped from the first day. Without any self-consciousness, you asked the nurses if you could suck his cock in the exam room. "Of course!" said one of the women, giggling, and the doctor who came in to find you gargling your boyfriend's balls said you were "responding perfectly" to the therapy. As your boyfriend came all over your face at your request, you stared up at him in lustful bliss.

You were told that you'd get plenty of sexual urges, and they weren't lying. You found yourself, on the subway, sensually licking your water bottle and moaning as it leaked into your cleavage. When your work crush came by to say hi, you stared at his crotch and forgot how to think for a minute.

But what surprised you most of all was the girls. Beautiful, feminine, graceful, you'd never seen them as more than just potential friends, but now you were hooked. Late at night you watched videos of girls masturbating and drooled, rubbing yourself until you came.

Your husband didn't seem bothered by it. In fact, he took the two of you out on dates to the club and scenes downtown. He even started inviting a few of his gorgeous friends -- women like Talia who, a month ago, you'd sometimes worried about.

But Talia, who'd also done Subtraction Training recently, turned out to be the life of the party. Redhead, huge tits, and she wore a low-cut top. You were dripping on the dance floor.

"Dance together!" your boyfriend shouted over the din of the music.

The bass was pumping inside your pussy. You looked at your boyfriend, drool forming in your mouth, and nodded.

Now her huge tits are in your hands. Your boyfriend's cock is so hard you can see it through his jeans.

"Talia," you whisper in her ear as you cup her massive tits, "you really should come back to our place tonight."

When you're here, imagining your bright pink future, you might feel there's a great gulf between the everyday woman you are now and The Girl You Want To Become. That Girl is so free, so hot, so eager to please. How could you compare?

But there's only a few changes you need to make.

You don't take the lead. You're shy, nervous to take the reins. To become the Girl you want to become, all you need to add is explicit reliance on big strong men. "You're so smart." "Gosh, thank you! It's hard to lift heavy stuff!" "I wish you could help me with stuff like this all the time."

You need to enjoy yourself. The Girl you Want to Become loves life -- tasting delicious foods, looking beautiful, making people happy. She experiences joy every day. Her mind is as sensitive and pliable and delicate as her body, reactive to men and delighted by them. "This is amazing!" "Oh, this is my favorite dress..." "Your hands feel incredible, oh my God..."

You need to stop resisting. The Girl You Want to Become does what men want her to, and loves it. "Oh, you like seeing me bent over? Take a look." "No, I don't have any plans this weekend. Do you want to make some for me?" "Do you want me to swallow or do you want to cum on my tits?"

You might feel nervous about this. It might feel like a betrayal of your principles. But that's such a dumb take. Look at the happiest women in your life. Isn't it weird how all of them are pretty and owned by a man? Isn't it weird how all of them take the backseat, enjoy themselves, and stop resisting?

There are lots of reasons to decide to change into The Girl You Want to Become. You might really like having men take care of you and be nice to you. You might really like getting your pussy pounded by big meaty cocks as you moan helplessly. You might just want to give up control and not have to be a whole complicated person.

All of this is valid. But above all else, the Girl You Want to Become is about one thing: being happy.

Sure, he had the wealthy family and the partnership at the law firm. But you were an athlete, a real figure. You had a name that people recognized.

The romance was whirlwind, the wedding cost several million dollars, and at the end of it you were his wife. You fought sometimes, but the sex was amazing, and the money made most problems go away.

Throughout the years, you got anxious. Not his fault.

The Subtraction Training helped a ton. Weekly sessions that you couldn't remember too clearly, except for walking out with a big smile and a sore throat and something wet on your chin. And at-home practice where your husband used the hypnotic triggers to bring you down and help reinforce some of the lessons. You love hearing him say the triggers, and you love the feeling of his cock filling up your mouth and throbbing against your tongue, and you love that this is what the doctor wants.

You're on your knees in the home gym. For the last few months, you've been waiting for him on tuesdays and sucking him off. You've started craving the taste of his cum.

You serve him now. You chose that.

You ask yourself: is this something I should be worried about?

"I think so too...

"Maybe I can... be your big-titty slut now. I think that's what that hard dick wants. And right now, it's what I want too.

You'd always been close, of course -- you'd helped Olivia through her masters and Daphne was there for you through the worst of your anxiety and depression.

In fact, Daphne was the first one to recommend Subtraction. She'd done it right before a trip to Greece and you'd been surprised at how slutty Daphne's outfits were, but honestly she'd looked amazing.

All three of you ended up taking it -- Olivia had tried to stage an intervention, but luckily you had a hypnotic training video ready for when she arrived at your house, and by the end of those six hours she was really eager to do the training with you.

After the training was finished, you suggested that Olivia and Daphne move to you and your husband's house, and they loved that idea.

Now, all three of you do everything together.

Men play games of strength, domination, victory. Boiling anger is pent up in their muscles, waiting to be unleashed. Red-hot, thick cocks harden as they feel in control and ready to spread their seed.

Your game is more delicate, more sensitive, smarter.

Your body is perfect -- a soft, welcoming, ready place to receive power and use it. You play games of alluring, of pleasing, of submitting. Women's bodies are wet, soft, inviting to receive fingers, tongues, and most importantly, sperm-spewing fat cocks. Your purpose is to witness power, admire it -- and let it fill you with itself.

You're not losing when he bends you on your knees in broad daylight in the tennis court and plunges his massive dick into your gorgeous slit until you gasp and gulp and cum and then he pumps a half-gallon of burning hot cum into your delicious sopping pussy.

A girl-shaped hole in the universe, ready to be filled with cock.

Men know what you’re for. Other girls know what you’re for. Why are you so hesitant to give in?

He’s in the bathroom now, getting cleaned up. You already saw the print in his jeans earlier. This night won’t be easy.

First of all, guys are so smart. They know so many deep facts, like who won the Revolutionary War, what day of the week it is, and how to use an ATM. They are so patient and explain anything you wanna know.

Second, guys are helpful. They're always willing to buy you dinner, let you stay at their house, or even let you get on your knees in front of them.

And best of all, there isn't a single man who doesn't want to fuck you. You thought you had lots of platonic friends but now you realize all of them wanted to bend you over and pound you like an animal. If the idea didn't make you so fucking wet and needy, you'd probably be mad.

Now, you get to meet up with every single one of your guy friends and apologize for being such an uptight bitch for so long. You invite them over, you offer an apology while wearing only lingerie, and then...

...then you do whatever they say. The Subtraction Training made you really good at doing what men say -- it's honestly such an important skill, you're surprised they don't teach it more in schools.

You don't have to do anything. Let them be still. Because you're not a person now.

You're a thing. And he's going to use you for what he wants.

If you want to be strong, you can be. If you want to be independent, you are. Capable, professional, whatever. It's yours.

But I get the feeling that that might not be what you want.

If you want to be soft, it's encouraged. If you want to be used, get on your knees. If you want to give up choices and have them be made for you, I'll always help.

Good girl. Get on your knees. Let me put this around your neck.

"Okay, I swallowed it all. I don't think anyone saw us. You'll let me suck it again soon, right?"

Well, turns out only boys showed up, and it turned out they brought a Subtraction Pill -- the medicine that girls struggling in Subtraction Training take. The pill can temporarily make girls, um...well, you couldn't remember what they technically call it... But they make girls really fucking dumb.

You took it cause someone said it was something fun, and then within about twenty minutes, you were giggling as your friends told you how hot you are. "Mm-hm...do you like my cute titties?" All of them nodded, and you felt like the hottest slut in the fucking world.

Now you're dripping like a faucet. They've already fucked you twice, but you can't get enough. The biggest one -- Kyle -- has such a huge cock. You try to think of the cleverest thing you can say. "Kyle...your...your dick is so huge. Please...fuck me with it?"

You wiggle your ass, girl cream dribbling down your thighs.

Then his massive meat plunges into your stretched, ready, soaking pussy. "Ohhhhh Kyle I'm holes for you... I'm just hoooooles for you."

You slide back as far as you can go, gasping. You don't have a Master's Degree. You don't have a name. You are a hole getting filled by cock.

"Um...great!"

Tricia loved to improve herself. She had a 4.2 GPA, got a master's degree, had a strict workout routine, and ate well. She kept herself up to date on the news, read at least two books a month on topics she felt she should know about, and volunteered for causes.

"Have you been in here in lingerie for a while?"

"A couple hours! I've been watching the nice videos...the ones that tell me how to be a good girlfriend."

It only made sense that she'd apply her pursuit of excellence to her relationship. Peter was a lawyer with a big vocabulary, a beautiful smile, and a big beautiful dick, and Tricia wanted to keep him.

"How do you like the videos? What are you learning?"

"Oh, wow, sir, you're already hard...Can I see it?"

Sure, she could change her workout to sculpt a perfect ass, practice deepthroating on a big dildo, and get sexy outfits. All that was easy. But she wanted to go the extra mile. Men didn't just want skills -- they wanted a horny girl who was desperate for their cock.

"Hey, babe, just a reminder that you did set a boundary about oral sex. I don't want to pressure you."

*tongue running up the massive cock* "Ahn ohn ee ehn-ee ow-n-rees... I don't need any boundaries. I need your precum...OHH fuck why does that taste so good?"

Tricia took her new studies seriously. She tried out simple hypnotic regimes that would make her more submissive, more pliable, and more eager to please. They were really subtle, so she wasn't worried.

"Holy fuck, babe, you're so fucking hot. I'm so hard."

"I'm just asking," Andy said. "It feels like girls are supposed to."

"Porn-brained much?" Kaylee asked, raising an eyebrow. "Come on, man."

"So then it's low, right?" he asked. "You haven't sucked cock?"

Kaylee couldn't meet his eyes. "Um..."

"Wow!" Andy said, "So it's one. Or it's more than one..."

Kaylee was blushing. "Hey, shut up, dude."

"You don't want people telling me that Kaylee's a cocksucking slut?"

"No! I don't want you telling people that."

"Then tell me how many. You tell me how many cocks you've actually sucked, and I don't tell."

"Fuck. You're a fucking... you're such a fucking loser!"

Andy shrugged.

Kaylee stood up, paced back and forth.

"All right, fine. It's six."

"Six cocks?" Andy asked.

"Yeah."

"And you made them cum?'

She rolled her eyes. "Five cummed. One was a Mormon and ran away in the middle. That was a shame."

She bit her lip.

Andy's cock was getting really hard just talking about this. "Whoa, so you kinda like it?"

"Is there something wrong with that?"

"We could make it seven... if you wanted."

Did you do it? Good!

It feels so good to enthusiastically say "yes." Isn't it one of the best feelings in the world? Say it again. See?

For your next session of masturbation, your vocabulary is reduced to one word. Now, until you cum, you can only say the word "yes." And you're going to say it a lot.

Start by looking at girls in slutty outfits. Say "yes" when you look at everyone, imagining that your boyfriend is asking you to wear the outfit.

Continue by looking at girls on their knees, staring at gorgeous attentive cocks. Imagine that he's asking you to suck his dick. Say "yes" to every cock.

Now find video of girls getting fucked, especially plowcams where you can see the expressions of overwhelm and desperation and acceptance and lust on the girls' faces. Imagine that a man is saying "who's a good girl?" and say "yes." Say yes for every girl you see getting fucked.

When you start to feel yourself getting close, you can say "yes" as frequently or intensely as you'd like, imagining as vividly as you can being fucked by a thick, beautiful, eager cock that won't take no for an answer.

Imagine what saying "yes" really means now. The weight of all of those acceptances on you. How much you're giving up. How much you're agreeing to. What you're letting yourself become.

Do you want to come back and do this again next time?