Soft and Subby and also Boy

Pleasure becomes a normalized, everyday thing they're hooked on and an activity they look forward to as the conditioning strengthens and sets until finally having an orgasm becomes a swift certainty with the right trigger. You now wield the power to make them cum whenever you so please.

And then not using that power. Reminding and taunting them with every orgasm they give you and every time you edge them you could just make them cum. If you wanted to. After all, you had no problem making them cum over and over again to train them to be this way. All it takes is you telling them to cum but you don't.

"I, um, I just have to edge more, that's all," Ericka muttered, although Josie could see her friend's fingers coming away slick and messy every time they slid between the soft pink labia and her voice had the slurred, sleepy quality of someone intoxicated almost to the point of insensibility. "M-Master explained it all to me, there's, like, this place you get to once you get past all the neediness and stuff where your mind gets clear again and everything makes sense, and if I find it I… I'll understand. But if I stop now, I'll never find it. You get why I can't stop, don't you, Josie?"

The scary part was, Josie almost did. She could still feel that impulse tugging away at the back of her brain, reminding her how good it felt to just hang out with Ericka at her apartment and smoke weed and watch porn while they played with their messy cunts, and even though she hadn't drifted nearly as far into the particular kink Ericka was describing and some of the very special videos that went along with it she could still remember that warm, soothing voice telling her how nice it would be if she only put off cumming a tiny bit longer and let her clitty throb her worries away. Her fingers twitched with the desire to rub, and it took all her self-control to focus on Ericka's words instead of her pussy and murmur, "I--I think that was a lie."

Josie watched Ericka's face as the other woman tried to absorb the implications of that statement, seeing her pale pink forehead contort in a desperate effort to push past the hours of programming and the constant pulses of tingling lust to actually think with a brain that had become fully atrophied by hypnosis and porn, and the petite blonde was embarrassed to realize that the sight only made it harder to keep herself from masturbating. Ericka looked so sexy like that, one hand on her tits and the other on her cunt and the light of intelligence flickering only fitfully behind her eyes, and it made Josie's pussy ache just looking at it. There was an open bag of weed gummies on the table, and Josie couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to just pop one or two in her mouth and let her attention drift to the hypnosis file playing in the background instead of the conversation.

It sluggishly occurred to her that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave it playing in the first place, and keeping her focus elsewhere while the soothing voice slipped into her ears might be making this so much harder, but Josie was distracted from the thought when Ericka's confusion melted into a dreamy, placid smile and she simply uttered, "Master always knows best," in a vacant monotone that made Josie's clit pound like a bass drum just hearing it. That made it hard to concentrate on pretty much anything, but fortunately Josie had an idea of how to handle that--she just slid off her bikini, pressed her fingers to her pussy, and let herself rub. She'd heard somewhere that if she just edged long enough she would be able to think clearly again, without the maddening pulse of arousal fogging up her brain… and while she couldn't remember who'd told her, Josie knew it sounded like perfect advice to her.

How good you are at being brainwashed?

How simple it seems for your mind to absorb my words and voice?

You know that nothing feels better dont you?

You want to feel good right?

“…please,” I whispered, kissing your chest and neck as I straddled you, the two of us completely nnaked on the couch. I couldn’t help myself. I kept my hips moving back and forth. “Please help me.”

My mind had all but completely leaked out from between my legs. God I had practically soaked two of us. Just that grinding back and forth, back and forth, my wet pussy sliding across your shaft over and over again.

I heard you chuckle, a low, wicked sound. “I am helping you lamb.”

“But… No. Wait I-” I let out a moan, my pleasure ruining my train of thought as I kept sliding myself against you, trying to press down harder, move a little faster. “Fuck I don’t know.”

“Oh but I do.” Your hand snaked into my hair, tugging my head back, forcing me to look up at you. “I’m helping you get more desperate. More needy. More mindfucked and ruined, all for me. And isn’t that what you want?”

I whined and shook my head, trying to move a little faster. Whether I was disagreeing or just struggling with the sensations, I wasn’t sure.

“Aww.” Your hand slapped my ass hard, making me jump. “Then you can’t have it yet.”

“No! No, please I’m sorry!” I cried into your shoulder, shaking my head as I kept moving. God I couldn’t stop. I was losing myself, losing my mind, and I still couldn’t stop. “Please.” I don’t know how long I had been like this. But my legs were shaking. My face and chest were flushed bright pink and I could feel what was left of my strength leaving me.

“Is someone suffering?”

I raised my head to nod, but all I managed was to lift it for a moment before dropping it back down. That’s all there was. Suffering. Exquisite suffering. Pleasure that was so good, but so out of reach. I was so close. Again. Fuck, I climbed that peak for the umpteenth time tonight, the tip of your cock nudging my clit in just the right way as I slid my soaked cunt back and forth. I was so close.

“Ah ah ah.” You gripped my hips and held me firm, keeping me trapped right on that edge. “Not yet lamb.”

I couldn’t handle it anymore. A low, exhausted whine forced its way from me and I collapsed against you. My pussy clenched around nothing, your cock so close but not where I needed. My thighs trembled as they straddled yours, nothing but weakness in every inch of my body. I was completely spent, and you’d barely touched me. Barely let me touch you.

The groan that left your mouth was predatory, and you had me turned around and pushed back on the couch before I could think. You had my legs spread wide for you, on display for you, and god, you were all I could see. My eyes fluttered as I tried to look up you, but all I wanted to do was let them roll back. And when your hand finally delved between my legs, testing my wetness? I couldn’t keep them from rolling back. Couldn’t stop the weak keening sound that left me the moment your fingers finally touched me where I needed.

You grabbed my jaw with your other hand, shaking my head gently, forcing me to open my eyes. I knew how I must have looked, panting for breath, eyes glassy, skin flushed. But I couldn’t care. Couldn’t care how much of a mess I was. Not when I was this tired, not when I felt so fucking good and weak and needy all at the same time.

Maybe there was something you needed to do today?

That wasn’t just, you know…

Drooling and moaning and rubbing.

Maybe?

Hard to remember though, isn’t it?

Hard to remember when all you can do is keep

Drooling and moaning and rubbing.

Maybe there was something.

Maybe you do other things.

Maybe?

Things that aren’t just

Drooling and moaning and rubbing.

But what?

Try to think.

Even if thinking is hard when you can’t stop

Drooling and moaning and rubbing.

Anything?

Can you remember?

Maybe you were imagining it.

Maybe this is just another day where you all you need to worry about is

Drooling and moaning and rubbing.

When you touch yourself, you drool. You can't help it. You try not to, because it's so humiliating to look so fucking stupid, but the moment your concentration slips your mouth opens and your tongue lolls out and...

So embarrassing. This isn't you. You're not that kind of girl. You're smart. Confident. You shouldn't drool all down your front, all over your tits.

But you do. Every time you touch yourself - and you touch yourself a lot, you realise. More than you used to? You can't remember. Maybe. Probably not. Probably not important.

And you always drool. Tongue out, panting, squirming, hips bucking. Sometimes your eyes even go crossed, sometimes they roll right back. So fucking dumb looking. And either your shirt is soaked or else your tits are just covered. You tried not to. You failed.

Again.

Maybe you are that kind of girl. Maybe you always were. Maybe you were never that smart, or at least never as smart as you thought. If you can't stop drooling all over yourself, after all, maybe you're a actually a little stupid.

After all, a proper smart girl wouldn't have this problem. Wouldn't have to worry about it. Wouldn't worry she might one day just start drooling when her mind wanders, not even just when she was touching. A smart girl would be in control of herself.

It happens sometimes. One moment you’ll be fine, the next, your thoughts just start slipping.

You can’t hold onto them. You try so hard, but they just go.

Fall right out of your head, just like that.

And it makes you feel so stupid. So dumb. So pathetic.

But you can’t help it. Once it starts, you can’t stop it.

And feeling so dumb makes you so wet.

And getting so wet makes you feel so dumb.

And then you’re in a little circle again.

You can’t get out. You can’t stop. You know you can only give in.

So you do. 

Stop trying to think.

Spread your legs.

Moan.

And rub until you forget you ever thought at all.

because that is what you are. a pet. a dumb, obedient, dependant little thing. nothing more, and nothing less. well, its not like you can get much lesser anyhow, hm?

so stop pretending to be smart. you aren't. maybe you already knew that, or maybe you've been faking it so long you've convinced yourself you really have a brain. maybe you get good grades or have a good job or whatever else, but deep down we both know you're just pretending.

you're a dumb little thing. maybe the only reason you ever did good at school or work was because of how easy it is to obey people better than you. you heard 'remember this for the test' and all your little brain registered was the command.

stop pretending to be a person. you're a pet, a toy, an animal, if you like. it doesn't matter what kind of pet you think you are as along as you know you are one. my pet.