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I know you don't like taking your medicine, puppy. The tiny white pills that make you so docile and has your memory foggy the next morning. You're always a little sore in strange places. And sticky. And I know you're pinning those strange dreams you're having on them too. But I think that's more a case of your overactive imagination.

But whether you take them or not isn't your decision to make. You're my dumb little mutt to take care of and I know what's best for you. You're sick, and we need to make you better.

Now, are you going to be a good pet and stick your tongue out for the pills? Or do I have to trick you into it, by concealing it in your favourite treat like a real animal?

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You are not awake

I've recently come across some literature that indicates people have trouble discerning when they fall asleep.

Individuals given a polysomnogram (a sleep study) couldn't pinpoint the moment they fell asleep during the test, and they often believed themselves to be awake when they were, in fact, sleeping. The test monitors brainwave activity, among many other things, making the moment of "falling" asleep extremely clear...at least for the person administering the test. The person being tested, sleeping, typically finds things to be much more blurry and uncertain.

This isn't much of a surprise to me (or hypnotists in general), since subjects often believe themselves to be quite awake when they first drop into trance. Much like falling asleep, without careful monitoring, the line between wakefulness and trance can be quite blurry. The mind is intriguing like that.

To be fair, though, the indicators of trance aren't always supremely obvious. The moment you slip into trance is often subtle and silent, much like when you enter another state of consciousness while reading or listening to music, driving, dancing. You've been following my words for a bit now, and it probably hasn't yet occurred to you that you are not awake.

You are not awake.

Do you believe me? Consider it; how do you really know when you're falling into trance? It's a bit different for everyone - and you may have learned your own indicators - but how precise can you be? Most of the time, you are told when it happens, or you tell yourself. Sometimes you are counted down to 0, told to sleep, instructed to relax deeply...but these are suggestions to get your conscious caught up to things that are already happening. The drop could have happened at any time, should you be sufficiently distracted. That is rather the point, after all.

You have been focused on my words this entire time, distracted by them. You find it easier to focus now than when you started. Your breathing has slowed, your body has started to relax, and you've been tuning out the rest of the world bit by bit. You remain at least partially aware of your surroundings because you haven't yet been instructed otherwise - there is no need. If you like, you can remain fully aware of your surroundings.

You are not awake, and you haven't been since you started to follow. Part of your mind may have begun to analyze this notion when I first told you, but you aren't going to let it jar you awake. A much stronger part of you knows, intuitively, that I am telling the truth. You came here to submit; it's no surprise that you have.

The part of you silencing the analysis and doubt is excited by the idea that you can feel fully aware and alert while sinking deep into a trance. You can surrender to my suggestions without showing any outward signs that you are enthralled. Only you will know.

You are not awake.

Think to yourself that "it is important to follow and obey. I am really not awake, am I?"

Feel a rush of pleasure simply from doing as you were told. Feel another rush as you realize that despite feeling aware, you are not in control anymore. It feels good to obey. It feels good to let your thoughts give way to my words. You'll continue to obey.

I like to call this a waking trance, despite the fact that you are not "awake." It is very easy to slip in and out of this state when you follow my words. Easy enough that each time you read, "you are not awake," you let yourself slip under my control. You can bring yourself up, then read again and slip back down. Give it a try.

You are not awake.

Feel your hands freeze in place for a moment. Count to ten in your head, nice and slow, and feel the pleasure of obeying along with the bliss of submission. When you reach ten, your hands will return to normal.

If you're feeling particularly brave, you could even follow and obey like this in a public place. Don't worry, you'll be rewarded for following my words whether you submit in public or private. I won't push you into uncomfortable situations.

You'll follow my words through the next sections, and choose your own surrender depending on your preference and circumstances. When you've chosen, you'll be compelled to read again, more slowly to feel a more potent effect.

You are not awake.

Should you choose to surrender to this waking trance in a public place, you'll find yourself compelled to softly mouth or think to yourself "I am not awake. I feel awake, but I am not awake. I am in trance. I am obedient." As you do this, you'll feel a stronger sensation of pleasure and content pass through you. Repeat those phrases to yourself a few more times while maintaining awareness of your surroundings, and continue to learn how easy it is to slip in and out of waking trance simply by focusing on my words. You'll find yourself drawn back to that phrase when you're next in private.

If you are comfortable and would like to intensify that satisfaction from obedience, you'll leave a comment about your experience in waking trance, especially if you chose to try it in public. It is important to follow and obey.

You are not awake.

Like I said, you won't feel obligated to try waking trance in public, unless you are naturally drawn to the thought.

I understand, there is always the allure of the comfort and privacy of home. Trance, even waking trance, can be a very intimate thing.

Should you choose to surrender to this waking trance in private, you'll find yourself unable to resist chanting quietly, "I am not awake. I feel awake, but I am not awake. I am in trance. I am obedient." While the pleasure reward for doing as you were told flows through your mind and body, you will spread your legs and touch yourself for me.

As the chant continues, you'll feel your eyes glaze over as you stare helplessly at the screen. You'll find that you have no control of your own pace, drifting steadily deeper. In private, you'll find it very easy to slip into waking trance, but nowhere near so easy to slip out of it. I'm sure you won't think to mind. It is important to follow and obey. Stroke yourself to orgasm for me as you realize how enthralled you are by my words.

You are not awake. Like, reblog and dm me…

In either scenario, you'll wake shortly after, feeling surprisingly refreshed...and perhaps a bit mischievous.

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The White Room

“Wake up.”

Your eyes flutter open, then you instantly shut them again with a grimace.  Too bright!  You squint and try to look around, but you can’t make anything out.  After a minute or two, you’re able to open your eyes and take in your surroundings.  

White.

Everything is white.  If it isn’t white, it is highly polished chrome that reflected the white.  The floors and walls are painted bright white.  The ceiling is a solid set of bright white fluorescent lights, far more than are necessary to light the room.  The room was sparsely furnished; there was a simple white desk with a white wooden chair, a simple arm chair, and the small bed you’re lying on.  The walls are solid and unadorned, with no windows showing the outside.

You look down and notice that you’re wearing a sheath dress made of a dull white muslin; sleeveless, shapeless, loose, and long enough to reach your mid thigh.  It’s neither particularly soft or scratchy; like everything else you’ve observed, it’s very neutral.  You don’t remember changing into this dress, so it must have been done while you were asleep.

Come to think of it, there’s a lot of things you don’t recall.  Particularly, how you got here.  You remembered agreeing to meet Him, the man you’d been chatting with online.  You couldn’t put your finger on it, exactly, but there was something very attractive and compelling in the way he spoke.  And even though you’d told him about some of your fantasies, as you had hundreds of other men over the years, He seemed to really get them, to take them beyond the brief description you gave and give them a depth and life that had only lived in your fantasies.  Never before had words been able to convey the way you envisioned things in your head.  And so, you had agreed to meet him.  Over dinner, he had been just as charming and compelling, and you agreed on the spot to go with him, to let him introduce you to a whole new life.  He had politely stood up from the table and held his hand out to you.  You put your hand in his…

And you woke up here.  There was nothing in between that, as far as you are aware.

You sit up on the bed and look around to see if you missed anything.  You didn’t.  You stand up and go over to inspect the desk.  Opening the top drawer, you find an assortment of pens and pencils in various colors.  The other drawer has a stack of paper.  A search around the room reveals there is nothing else.

“Edge.”  Though the single word is spoken in monotone, you recognize the Man’s voice.  A short tone follows, though you can’t determine its purpose.

You smile to yourself, thinking the sexiness is finally getting started.  You assume he must be watching you through a hidden camera, and quickly glance around to see if you can locate it.  You don’t see one, but the armchair is positioned in what seems a slightly odd arrangement with the other contents of the room.  Aha! you think, and seat yourself on it.  You hook your legs over the arms of the chair and pull up the hem of your dress, exposing your bare pussy underneath.  You begin to tease yourself, trying to be sexy about it, while still looking around for the camera.  You’re not able to find it, which makes you feel a bit awkward in that you don’t know how to play to an audience when you can’t even locate the audience.  But you continue anyway, trying to be as enticing as you can.  You think surely he must be in another room masturbating while watching you over the camera.

“Stop,” he says a few minutes later, followed by the same short tone.

He must have cum, you giggle to yourself.  You stop obediently.  Obedience is the whole point of this anyway, isn’t it?  Besides, touching yourself had felt good, as it always does, but you weren’t probably going to cum anyway, due to the awkwardness you had felt.  So you pull your dress down and sit up straight, waiting for the next command.

But one doesn’t come.

Eventually you begin to grow bored, and start to fidget. Finally you start to call, “Hello? Are you there?” but there’s no answer, no response at all.  When at last you simply can’t bear to sit idly any longer, you stand up and begin to walk around the room.  When you grow bored of that, you sit down and start writing out your thoughts on one of the pieces of paper.  With nothing else to do, it was only when the near silence was shattered by another tone that you realized you had filled several sheets of paper with your writing.

A panel on the wall slides open, revealing a tray with a few fruits and vegetables and a slice of bread with butter.  “Eat,” the voice booms.  Was it louder than before?  You realize that you have grown a little peckish while writing without having been aware.  You quickly wolf down the bit of food that is on the tray.  Still a bit hungry, you hold up your empty tray in the direction where you imagine the camera is, and say, “Please, Sir, can I have some more?”  There is no immediate response, but a few moments later the panel on the wall opens with a faint whirr, and the tone sounds again.  As you hurry over, you register in the back of your mind that the tone was a different pitch than the one you heard earlier.  It was lower, you think, but you can’t be sure.  You look in the space behind the panel, but it is empty.  “I must have to return the tray so they can fill it again,” you think.  You put the tray in the space, and the panel closes.  You wait for it to open again and reveal a second course to your meal, but the panel never opens.  You try to force it open, but you can’t even find the seam to try and pry the edge open.

“Excuse me,” you say.  “I’m still hungry! I’ve been here for quite a while now, and that was hardly a snack!”  Again, there is no answer.  Nor is there an answer the next three times you try yelling to get his attention.

You look back over at the desk and the pages you wrote, but you don’t feel like writing any more just now.  You sit in the armchair for a bit and try to entertain your thoughts, but that doesn’t last long.  Finally you go over to the bed, and lay down.  You hadn’t meant to, but after a bit, you begin to drift off to sleep.

The quiet of the room is suddenly shattered by the ear-splitting wail of a siren.  The white walls, ceiling, and floor all begin to flash in jarring alternation on and off in a deep, angry red.  The noise and strobing lights are so startling that you tumble out of the bed and collapse on the floor, screaming, with your hands over your ears and your eyes squeezed tightly shut.  As suddenly as it started, the siren ends and the walls, ceiling, and floor all return to their previous bright whiteness.

“What the fuck was that?!” you scream.  You already know that silence will be the only answer you get.

Several minutes later, you hear a tone sound again, and the voice says, “Edge.”

“No way,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.  You’re still angry from how shook up you were by the siren.

The tone repeats, and again the voice says without emotion, “Edge.”

“Fuck you!” you yell out, hoping he’s at least listening.

The siren sounds again, and the red lights flash.  You curl up in a ball on the floor by the bed, trying unsuccessfully to dull the shrieking siren by stuffing your fingers in your ears.  When it stops, and the room is quiet and white again, the tone sounds again, and the voice repeats the one word, “Edge.”

Reluctantly, you get up off the floor and drop yourself into the armchair.  You pull up the hem of your dress, and start dispassionately touching your pussy.  You’ll do what he says just enough that he doesn’t start that siren, you tell yourself, but you’re not going to give him a good show from it.

Several minutes later, that tone sounds again, and the voice says, “Stop.”  You gladly stop touching yourself and pull your dress down with a huff.

Some time passes with no further instruction, and you sit down to write out your thoughts some more.  The tone sounds again, with the accompanying “Edge” instruction.  You consider defying it again, but the pain and terror from the volume of the siren is still too fresh in your memory to experience it again so soon, so you sit in the armchair, lift your dress, spread your legs, and play with yourself again.

There’s a few more repetitions of this, and then the other tone sounds (you’re sure they’re different, now), the voice says, “Eat,” and another tray is revealed behind the panel in the wall.  Again you finish the food on the tray before you’re satisfied, but you know you won’t get more.  Soon, the “Edge” tone and command are repeated, and you prepare to play with yourself.

Having recently eaten, your mood is better, and you find yourself enjoying the feeling of playing with yourself again.  So much so that when the tone sounds and the voice tells you to stop, you decide that surely he would enjoy watching you finish also.  But when the tone and command are repeated, and you don’t stop, the siren sends you tumbling to the floor again to curl up in a ball.

A little while later, a very low tone sounds, and the disembodied voice issues a new command, “Sleep.”  You’re not tired, but you know if you don’t at least go through the motions, you’ll be punished with the siren and flashing lights again.  So you lay on the bed, unsuccessfully attempting to keep your eyes closed and pretend to be asleep. However, even when your eyes are open and you are clearly awake, the room remains quiet.  You can’t help but think that it would be easier to make yourself sleep if the room wasn’t so bright.  But the room doesn’t darken at all, and you’re sure that any complaint you made would be ignored, or possibly punished.

Your eyes pop open when you hear the low tone again, and the voice says, “Wake up.”  You hadn’t realized you had gone to sleep at all; the way you feet, it must have only been minutes.

As you stand up and stretch, you get a vague feeling that something in the room isn’t right.  You can’t put your finger on it, but it just feels “off” somehow.  It’s only when the tone and command for you to start edging come that you realize what it is.  As you settle on the armchair, you realize that it’s facing a slightly different direction.  Whereas it had pointed directly at the desk before, now it points slightly - but clearly - to the right of it.  You mentally shrug it off, thinking you must have scooted it the last time you got up from it.

After being told to stop edging, you also notice that the paper with your writing on it is gone.  You are startled to realize that someone had been in the room while you slept!  For the first time, you feel very naked in the simple cloth dress, very vulnerable in a room with no retreat and apparently no security.  But you also realize there is nothing to be done about it, except to remain more vigilant and not be caught unaware again.

You write on more sheets of paper during the times between edging and meals.  You realize that the intervals seem to be pretty regular, that they must be tied - at least loosely - to a clock.  You can’t be sure of the actual time, but you feel like the edging must be every hour, and the meals come every 5 edges.  Using that information, you begin to use the intervals between commands as your timekeeping method.

Very nervous about someone entering the room, you don’t sleep at all during the prescribed time.  But no one comes in, nor is there indication that anyone tried to.

Having hardly slept in 2 days, as near as you can figure, you feel quite exhausted, and accidentally fall asleep twice in between edgings - only to be woken by the terrifying alarm.  It is becoming abundantly clear that you should only do the commanded things at the commanded times.

When finally given the command to sleep, you gratefully crawl into the bed and are asleep almost before you lay your head down.

When you wake with the command, the room feels different again.  You look first to the armchair, but it seems to be pointing the way it had been when you went to sleep.  You look at everything else, but can’t find anything that seems out of place, other than the sheets of paper with your writing being gone again.  It was only when you are up and pacing back and forth across the room during one of the breaks between edgings that you suddenly find yourself stopping short to avoid running into the wall.  You didn’t think you’d been THAT lost in thought!  When you walk back the other way, again it feels like you are having to stop yourself short of the wall.  You carefully count your steps like you did yesterday.  At first you think it was maybe one less step than you had previously counted, but there was a weird half step before that you can’t remember if you counted or not, so you start feeling unsure of your numbers.

The armchair feels different the next day.  Is it wider, or are you just getting smaller because they aren’t feeding you enough?

How many days has it been?  You are losing track.  You try writing it down each day while you feel you can remember clearly, but it is always gone the next time you wake up.  It is getting so hard to think straight.  The edging is leaving you so needy and aroused that there seems to be a constant haze over your mind.  You so desperately want to cum!  But the one time you start to cum during Edge time, the siren sounds and ruins your orgasm so badly that you are afraid to have another one.

The voice stopped today.  You thought maybe you just hadn’t heard it when you were waking up.  But when Edge and Eat times come, you only know them from recognizing the tones.  You feel a distinct loss when it doesn’t come back the next day either.  It was always monotone and dispassionate. But it had felt like the last thing human you had contact with.

The room is definitely smaller.  The furniture barely fits.  The armchair that is now as wide as a loveseat practically touches the wall, and the other end barely leaves space between it and the bed for you to get by to get your food.

The food has grown bland. The brightly colored fruits and vegetables had grown smaller, and were mixed into a rice mash that covered most of the taste. But now they are absent all together.

At least the room seems bigger.  Or is the armchair smaller? You can’t tell anymore.  You find it hard to remember how things were the day before.

Is it your imagination, or are the Edge times coming closer together?  And was it 4, 5, or 8 Edges between Eats?  It seems like it has been all of those in one day.

The pens and pencils have been taken with your papers.  You only have crayons left.  The crayons make it hard to write. Or maybe you just don’t know what to write anymore, so it all feels harder.  Words are very difficult to remember.  Who thinks in words, anyway? Aren’t pictures easier and more real?

The desk changed. You are sure of it. Because the paper is on the top. Not in one of those things that the things go in under. Crayons are on top too. Nowhere to put things away now.

The sofa became an armchair again. It makes the wall seem so very far away.

There’s only one sheet of paper now.  And only three colors.  Pictures aren’t very interesting with only three colors. You’re getting tired of drawing a square with a triangle on top anyway. You feel it used to mean something. Something that was important to you. You can’t remember what it was anymore.  You scribbled green under it. You felt you were supposed to. But you don’t know what it means.

Funny how cramped the room feels without the armchair there. Maybe today you’ll try to remember what the armchair looked like and try to draw it.

Your dress is gone. You can’t remember when you last had it.  Did you only just notice it being gone? Or had you noticed it before?  Edging is easier without it. Did you have it last time you edged?

White.

Everything is white.  Everywhere you look is white.  The chair you’re sitting on is white.

There was a… thing.  A thing for Sleep.

The Sleep thing had not-white. It was shiny, but not-white. The Sleep thing went away.

Everything goes away.

Will the chair go away?

The chair will go away.  Everything goes away.

When?

During a Sleep.

…

Was that a Sleep?  Did the chair go away?

No. The chair is not-away.

The chair will go away.

Everything goes away.

Everything is white.

Why do I Sleep?  Because it’s time to Sleep.

Why do I Eat? Because it’s time to Eat.

Am I hungry?

What is hungry?

Hungry is when you need to eat.

Then I’m hungry when it’s Eat time.

Eat time is over.

Am I still hungry?

No. Eat time is over.

Wake time.

Edge time.

…

Stop time.

…

Edge time.

…

Stop time.

…

…

…

Eat time.

Stop time.

Edge time.

…

Stop time.

Sleep time.

White.

Everything is white.

Am I white?

I don’t know.

Edge time.

He opened the door and stepped quietly into the white room.  Your eyes flicked to him, but you stared at him as blankly as you had the wall before his arrival. There was no recognition in your face.  You accepted things changing now without questioning, so when he took your hand, you unsteadily climbed to your feet.

He led you out of the white room into a hallway outside.  He walked you slowly down the hallway; your eyes registered everything, but understood nothing.  Lining the long hallway were many sheets of paper.  Closest to the door you came through, there was little more on the paper than erratic marks and the occasional simple shape, all in a single color.  Farther down the hall, the papers appeared to contain a child’s drawings.  About halfway down the hall, there was a drawing in a frame.  It was a yellow square with a brown triangle on top, and green squiggles underneath. At the bottom of the page were crude letters “HOM”.  Farther down the hall, the pictures turned into roughly scrawled words, and then the writing refined farther and farther, until it was pages and pages of neatly written sentences hung by another doorway.

He led you through the doorway, and left you standing in the middle of the floor as He sat in a white armchair.  You stand naked before Him, perfectly still and quiet.

“Edge.” It’s been so long, but His voice is equal to the familiar tone.  Immediately you drop to the the ground and spread your legs.  Your fingers rub your clit and pussy, quickly covered in your ever-present wetness.  There is no hesitation, no shyness, no shame.  You make yourself a display for Him, He a witness to your Edging.

“Stop.”  You stop, but remain on the ground, spread for Him.

“Sleep.” You close your eyes and begin to relax, but open them again as soon as He says, “Wake.”

He takes your hand and helps you into a kneeling position, then He sits back again.

“When we had dinner together, I offered you a new life.  A life that was simple.  Free of nuance and subtlety.  A life that didn’t require you to make choices, to weigh decisions.  You have had a taste of that life.”

He stood up and offered his hand to you, lifting you to your feet again.

“But now I must ask you to make a choice.  Either way, I offer you a life with me, a life in which I will guide you and protect you.  But you must choose if you would prefer to live a life with me every day out here, in the real and complex world, or if instead you would choose a life in the white room, where I will be a voice over a speaker, and only an occasional visitor.”

You stare at Him without expression for a silent moment.  A look of concern briefly passes over His face as He wonders if you even understood His words.

But then you turn and wordlessly walk down the hall and enter the White Room and close the door behind you.

White.

Everything is white.

Everything is not white.

He is not white.

How long has it been since He was here?

I don’t know.

When will He come again?

I don’t know.

How long can I wait for Him?

Forever.

Everything is not white.

He is not white.

He is Everything.

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System Update

Fuck me, Master! It feels so good when you fuck my mind away!

Dagny was reclined in the most unladylike manner, her legs splayed as she slouched in her chair. Situated properly, her clothes would make her look ready for bed: loose fitting short shorts with a flirty message on the butt and a baggy t-shirt. They were not situated properly. She held her computer mouse with one hand as she lazily scrolled down. The other hand…

It wasn’t her favorite way to end the night, crawling through porn on this glorious hell site, but it was certainly cathartic after a long day of not being able to embody her inner slut.

The most debauched images were not holding her attention on this particular evening. This was a night for fiction, for getting to immerse herself in a story and imagine the part she might play. That and the occasional spiral she would lose a little too much time watching. They paired well, she thought. The swirling image allowing her to dissociate that little bit more and rest the part of her brain that could then more completely live in whatever she read next.

It had gotten far too late, and Dagny told herself for the nth time that she would stop and go to bed after the next one. The next what wasn’t exactly clear to her, but she was confident she would know it when she got to it. Or she would keep scrolling until the next one.

The current vignette ended, and while very exciting, Dagny decided the next one would probably be her last for the night. She noticed a thumbnail rising from the bottom of the screen and sat up slightly in anticipation of what she was sure would be wonderful content. And then the window flashed for a moment and closed. Before Dagny could move to try to reopen her browser, the screen flashed again and her desktop was replaced by that demonic blue. A single word appeared in white text beneath a familiar disk of spinning circles.

Restarting…

Another flash and the disk reappeared, circles speeding up and slowing down, appearing and disappearing. New text became visible for a moment and then vanished again.

Working on updates  0% complete.

Dammit, Dagny silently cursed her misfortune adjusting her shorts. The automatic updates always picked the dead of night to go through, because of course no one would be up late doing anything they wouldn’t want disturbed. Maybe she should just go to bed. The screen had changed again, showing programs that still needed to close. The circles continued to spin. Fast and slow. Appearing and disappearing.

Dagny moved to stand when something in those circles caught her eye. They were normally white against the deep blue background, but she could have sworn they were the colors of the rainbow that last cycle. As she focused on them again, they were that same pale white. She paused, waiting to see if it happened again. And they continued to spin. Fast and slow. Appearing and disappearing.

She didn’t notice the system closing the first program: CriticalFactor.exe The circles refused to change color again, but every time Dagny thought they were behaving themselves, something would be different. It was always too subtle for her to be sure. Did they spin faster that time? Were they a little larger? A little smaller? She stared and the program closed. And the circles continued to spin. Fast and slow. Appearing and disappearing.

Closing: NeuroMusculatureLink.dll

Dagny sank back into her seat. She could just watch and eventually she’d figure out…that is she’d see…eventually it would happen again. She could wait to do whatever it was she was going to do. The disk was spiraling now. In and out to match the fast and slow. Appearing and disappearing. And something else now. It felt indescribable, like a spiral mixed with a QR code. Her eyes scanned every pixel and she sank deeper. Deeper into her chair. Deeper…

Closing: Inhibitions.exe

Her hand drifted back to where it had been not long ago. Her body was still aroused and it felt wonderful to just stare. The system was right. It was even better. Even more titillating. She thought about the stories she had read minutes earlier. How hot it had been to imagine staring at that spiral while the words took her deeper. While she gave in. Faster and slower. Appearing and disappearing. She thought she might stay up for a while even after the updates were applied. She thought –

Closing: Thoughts.txt

Dagny stared. She sat motionless save for her eyes scanning the screen, watching the spinning disk. Eventually the updates prompt appear again and the percentage began to tick up. Images and symbols and code flashed on the screen constantly updating. Dagny saw it all. Her mind absorbed it all. An unconscious moan escaped her lips as her fingers twitched. 50%

File after file was rewritten. Registries changed. Drivers installed. Dagny’s mouth hung open, a drop of drool forming at the corner. Her eyes darted, seemingly at random, her face showing no sign of comprehension or that she even saw. Fast and slow. Appearing and disappearing. In and out.

The screen was just line after line of symbols now. 1′s and 0′s and pointers gushing into an open mind. The counter paused for a moment at 99% as various windows closed. Dagny stopped breathing for the duration of the pregnant pause. Her eyes quivered in place without anything new to read. She hung. And then the counter ticked over: 100% complete

Dagny’s body shivered in pleasure. The screen flashed a final message before going black: Restart

Her eyes rolled up, showing only white. Her head fell back and rolled to the side as her body continued to convulse with aftershocks. Her mind switched off. After a moment, everything spun down, her body sagged, her eyes closed, and every muscle relaxed. Dagny slept.

The morning found her in the same place, her skin still slick with sweat. Her eyes opened, and Dagny 2.1 awoke.

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"Kylie? What's with the outfit??" Ashley gaped at the slutty uniform her best friend was wearing.

"Oh, it's the silliest thing. My roommate got this 'hypno-perfume' and he bet I'd do anything he asked. Here, smell it."

"Pffff- ack- holy shit that's strong! But, I guess it's kinda nice?" The smell seemed to settle in her nose and stay there, sinking in and making itself at home.

"I know, right? And then he decided to cheat: he's only been telling me to do stuff anyone would. Like, he asked me to wear this totally cute outfit. Wouldn't you?"

Ashley licked her lips and nodded. "It's super sexy. I wish I looked that good." She felt a little drunk, looking down her friend's cleavage. "Could I... Could I get another whiff of that perfume?"

"What, oh sure." Kylie stepped forward and took Ashley's head in her hands and guided her face directly between her breasts. "Where was I? Oh yeah! Then once I was all dressed up, he started fingering me! Here, it was kinda like this."

Ashley, reeling from the heady scent of her friend and her perfume, leaned in as Kylie slipped a hand beneath the waistband of her sweatpants. Her fingers against Ashley's clit felt like heaven, and she began to grind against the skilled fingers. She could only moan helplessly as her friend continued her story.

"Then, once I'd cum, like, ten times, he told me to get on all fours so he could breed me." Kylie scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Literally *everyone* wants to be filled up like that. It doesn't prove anything." She lifted Ashley's chin with her free hand. "Like, if he told you he was going to slide his cock deep inside you, fuck you like you'd never been fucked before, and leave you swelling with his seed, you'd jump at the chance, right?"

"Yess, I... OooOOOHHH!" Ashley came on her friend's fingers, and as she came all the thoughts she'd been filling up on for the last uncountable minutes fell past her waking mind. She felt them slip through her defenses like water through her fingers, and soak into her ready, willing mind. She felt her old thoughts wash out in the flood, through her body and out her soaking cunt.

Kylie continued talking for ages even as her friend came over and over right there in the stairwell. Eventually she withdrew her hand and kissed Ashley tenderly in the mouth. "Well, anyway, it was nice talking to you." She looked into Ashley's still glazed over eyes, and smiled. "Oh, are you jealous? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away." Kylie held her close and whispered in her ear "I bet he'd do the same to you if you asked him nicely..."

Ashley focussed with an effort, looking into her friends beautiful, enchanting eyes, and nodded. "Yes, please. I'd like that." Her pussy was wet, and felt so terribly empty without his cock; and without his cum.

Kylie grinned from ear to ear. "Great! You're going to love it." She gushed about her evening, the bet finally forgotten, and led Ashley up the stairs to her destiny.

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Nothing

When David woke in the morning, Kim had already been awake for a while. She lay on her back next to him, still naked from the night before. And she was staring directly up at the ceiling, unblinking. Her face was expressionless.

Concerned, David rolled on to his side toward her and placed a hand affectionately on her arm. “Morning, babe. Everything alright? Did you sleep okay?”

Kim responded, her eyes still focused above them. “Something changed last night. You did something. It worked too well. Or it finally worked well enough. But it’s gone now. There’s nothing left…”

David’s eyes widened. His lover’s ominous response had him immediately turning his mind back to the previous night. He had done something? What had he done? Was she okay?

The events of the previous night were crystal clear in Kim’s mind as she had been going over them again and again since she woke up. To a point they were clear at least. There was a blankness at some point of which she was fully aware, although it didn’t really concern her.

They had been better rested and had more free time in their evening than they were used to. And even more importantly, they knew they weren’t needed for anything the next morning. So David and Kim had done what they often did when time and energy allowed.

David could remember clearly the look of Kim, naked save for a single piece of lingerie, on her knees at the foot of their bed. He remembered how beautiful she looked. He remembered the intensity of her stare.

Kim remembered the watch, the way it swung. She remembered the way it became difficult for her eyes to focus and how she would be distracted for a moment catching his eyes behind the watch, captivating her almost as much as it did.

David remembered how sexy her moans were. The surrender in her voice as she accepted every suggestion he gave her. He remembered the way her thighs started to drift apart as she sank deeper and the way her hand wandered along her skin as he reminded her how much pleasure she received from pleasing him. He remembered how wet she was when he finally took her.

Kim remembered his words. Remembered herself repeating them. Remembered being made to describe how her will was being broken by the hypnotic power he had over her:

“I can’t resist you.”

“You control my mind and body.”

“I need to obey you.”

“My thoughts belong to you.”

“Giving in gives me pleasure.”

“Obedience is pleasure.”

“I must obey.”

She had been cycling through those mantras since she woke up this morning. Trying to understand what they had done. Feeling them sink deeper into her mind. Remembering the pleasure she felt at his command as she spoke them. The memory of them was starting to affect her again. She could feel the heat rising from between her legs.

“Kim…” David spoke, breaking her reverie. He studied her expression intently. The recollection of how their night had ended gave him confidence that she was alright. That she was his.

“You…broke something last night.” Kim wasn’t sure how else to describe it. “I’ve gone so deep for you before but something happened. Maybe it all just added up over time or maybe it was how good it felt to submit or the light reflecting off the watch or the pleasure I felt while you programmed me or… It’s gone. My resistance is just gone. I’m yours.”

“Gone?” David asked. He began running his hand up and down Kim’s side and she had to stifle a moan.

“We’ve played at me not being able to fight, not being able to resist you. But it always felt like I was making the decision to give in. That the little voice that watches over me even when I give myself to you is ready to step in. But she’s gone now. Dissolved into whatever happened last night. You can make me do anything. Make me be anything. I couldn’t even put up a token resistance. All I can do is obey.” The more she spoke, the more it excited Kim and the effect on her voice was obvious. That in turn started exciting David more.

“And you’re just going to let me know this. That I can do whatever I want with you, whenever I want and all you can do is eagerly comply with my every wish?” David was a mix of incredulous and teasing. The idea of her being completely at his mercy had excited them both during many an evening together.

“I trust you. And I’d rather you find out now than let it surprise you. You should know what you can do to me now. I’m completely yours after all. It wouldn’t do to keep secrets from my owner.”

David started to laugh when he realized Kim’s face was still completely deadpan. He froze for a moment, thinking. She was his now. Totally and completely his. He looked at her, considered how beautiful she was. David came to a decision.

“Alright then. We should get started.” He said, solemnly.

For the first time since David had woken, Kim seemed to snap out of her fugue. She looks over at him, a quizzical look on her face. “Get started? With what?”

“If you are going to be mine, we’ll want you to be perfect for me. I’ll need to train you to be my perfect hypnotized slave. Make sure you can serve me exactly how you always dreamed you could. I’ll need to start making changes to how you think, how you respond to me, what you like, what excites you…”

“O..okay…” Kim stammered. David fixed her with a stern look. Kim struggled under his gaze, feeling the power of her new owner’s eyes. “Y…Yes…Sir?” she tried again.

David nodded. “Very good. Now show me how impossible it is for you to resist me. Feel my voice taking over your thoughts. Feel it pulling you down into trance. Feel you will dissolving away. Feel how eager you are to drop and be trained to serve.”

“Yeesssssir.” Kim was staring into his eyes still. She could feel his words taking effect. She noticed the conspicuous absence of that voice in her head that would let her know if it was alright to drop. There was only obedience. Nothing else was left.

“In a moment I am going to command you to drop into a deep hypnotic sleep, and you know that all you need is that one word for me and you will have no choice but to instantly obey. And that will feel so good and so powerful when a single word from your owner is enough to entrance you completely. To leave you blank and mindless and eager to be brainwashed. And it will feel so good to be so deeply controlled, won’t it, slave?”

Kim shuddered in anticipation. Her voice was faint, already losing herself to his words, but it dripped with arousal. “Yes, Master…”

“Sleep”

And then, there was nothing for Kim but obedience.

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Ummm robotic strap that taps into your mind and makes it so all you can think about is breeding someone

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Sally Spirals

“So Ryan, what’s this thing that you absolutely had to show me, so urgently? It better not be some silly prank again…” Sally asked as she entered his house.

She had rushed over after receiving an urgent but suspiciously vague text from him. ‘There’s maybe a 10% chance that its actually something serious and not a dumb joke or something, but I suppose I should go just incase it is the real deal.’ she reasoned.

“Quick, its in the other room!” he urged her, visibly panicked.

Sally dashed through the hallway and into the living room where she had been ushered by the frantic Ryan. As she entered, she was expecting to see someone injured or maybe even some fragment of an alien spacecraft, the way he was acting. Instead the room appeared totally normal. It was only when she turned to face the television that she noticed something odd.

Spirals. The screen was covered in them. In various vivid shades of pink and purple. Swirling around in a strange, interconnecting pattern. It was impossible to tell where each spiral ended and the next began. A great big, churning mess infested the screen as Sally gazed at it in confusion.

“S-Spirals…?” she muttered dimly.

“Yes, aren’t they nice to stare at?” he said, now totally calm.

“Is this…a prank?” Sally asked, frustration building in her voice.

“No way. You really had to see this, Sally.” he said, sounding sincere.

Still, he had dropped his false urgency. He had clearly been acting to get her here. If he said that the urgent thing he needed her to see was some stupid spiral video she would never have come. That was obvious. She clenched her fists, still staring at the screen.

“What the hell? This is stupid! I’m not going to watch some weird spirals for you. Why would I even do that? What for?” she yelled.

“Its okay to be stupid sometimes. You don’t need a reason to relax and enjoy the pretty spirals do you? Besides, you protest and yet you haven’t turned away yet…or blinked for that matter…”

“Its…okay to be stupid? Relax…enjoy the spirals…yeah…don’t need to turn away just yet…” Sally stammered, before her face relaxed into a soft smile and her shoulders slumped.

“See…I was right. The spirals are important. Just stay for a while and stare.” he instructed her.

There was something creepy about his tone of voice, but Sally couldn’t draw her focus away from the screen to see his devious grin. She felt like she needed to escape before something even stranger happened, yet her body felt sluggish, almost locked in place. All her mental energy was fixated on the screen, she knew if she could concentrate a little she could move…but…concentrating on anything else seemed so difficult. She was watching the spirals now.

“I…no I should…I have to…um…spirals…just stare…have to stare…at the spirals.” Sally mumbled.

Somehow it was becoming difficult to keep track of the conversation. She was too focused on tracing the spirals for whatever reason. Her gaze following every swirling trail, sliding along spirals like she was being pulled ever deeper by some gravitational force. Like she was being sucked further and further into the ever flowing spiral pool right in front of her.

Ryan rested his hand on her shoulder. Gently he pushed her backwards and she stumbled for a moment before falling back into the sofa behind her. All the while, her eyes remained transfixed by the spirals. Even as she fell backwards she could do nothing but accept it. She breathed a sigh of relief as she felt herself sink into the plump cushions and relaxed even more. Now she could lie back and enjoy the spirals even easier. This was good.

She didn’t even notice as Ryan was fiddling with her top. There was a brief moment where she couldn’t see spirals, just a flash of white across her face, but before she could regain her sense the spirals were directly in her vision once more. She also felt slightly cooler. Then she felt a familiar sensation of relief and freedom in her chest. Sally wasn’t really sure why, she was still too lost in spirals.

It was only when she felt a finger swirl around her exposed pink nipple and the sensation sent a shiver up her spine that she realised something was wrong. Her jaw hung open and her lip quivered slightly as the pleasure drew a soft moan from her. Ryan seemed to grunt his approval at this and shifted slightly in place, but she couldn’t see what he was doing.

“Wha-what are you doing…to…my…b-b-breasts?” she gasped, still feeling the finger swirl around her nipple in slow, deliberate circles.

“Its alright Sally. Just another spiral.” he comforted the entranced girl.

“Just another spiral…” Sally repeated, satisfied. She liked spirals. This one felt especially pleasurable.

Sally’s eyelids fluttered and her eyes grew dull as she sank deeper into the spiral once more. She was now breathing so slowly and deeply, she appeared almost to be sleeping with her eyes open. Her thoughts were similarly sluggish. Forming sentences took so long that she forgot what she was thinking about by the third or fourth word. Plus, the word spiral seemed to sneak into every thought. So thinking anything coherent really wasn’t plausible for poor Sally at this point.

Ryan raised her left hand to her own breast and guided her index finger in a slow circle around her nipple, just as he had done until now. Instantly, Sally mimicked the motion perfectly, now running her finger around her nipple in that same, pleasant spiral. She moaned softly from time to time as she continued to stare at the spiral. A droplet of drool formed at the corner of her slack lips as she groaned needily.

“Spirals…feels nice…” she said quietly.

Next, Ryan’s hand snaked its way down to her crotch. Sally was too lost in the spirals to notice it unbutton her jeans and tug them down past her waist. She didn’t even notice it pushing her thin cotton panties aside. What she did notice, though, was a new spiral. A surprising and very pleasant spiral this time. Even better than the one on her chest. This spiral was happening between her legs and each complete motion sent jolts of bliss through her alongside an intense heat.

In no time, Ryan felt her pussy drooling around his fingers as he swirled them around her pink lips and tender clit in sync with her own hand on her breast. He watched her groans become deeper and more gutteral for a while, as she began to buck her hips unconsciously against his hand. Soon even this mindless motion turned into a rhythmic rotation of her hips, more of a spiral than a brainless humping movement. Sally was getting so accustomed to the spirals now.

“Good girl. Feels so good to spiral deeper and deeper huh?” he praised her.

Sally’s cunt throbbed and she smiled a dopey smile as she moaned out a dreamy “yeaaaaaahhhhhh…”

Next, Ryan moved her right hand to her crotch. Just as he had done before, he guided her into mimicking his spiral. Soon she was running her own fingers along her pussy in that same motion.

“Good girl.” he praised again.

Sally felt like she saw the spirals sparkle a little. So pretty. Her pussy and mouth were both drooling hard now and the heat was incredible. So many spirals. So very hot and lovely and fun. She was so happy now.

Ryan pushed his slick fingers into her mouth now. Sally tasted something weird, she was too dazed to understand that she her own juices were now costing her tongue as Ryan’s fingers slid further into her gaping mouth.

“Suck it, honey.” he instructed warmly.

Slowly, she wrapped her lips around them and began to suck. Just as he told her. She didn’t even process it, just followed his lead mindlessly now. As her lips formed a seal around the base of his fingers, she began to swirl her tongue around them. Another spiral! Sally was so pleased to have found another spiral, even the salty taste seemed quite pleasant now. Everything was more fun with spirals consuming her mind.

Feeling his little hypnotized plaything’s expert tongue play on his fingers, Ryan was rock hard. He could see that Sally was close to orgasm too, probably had been for a while, the way her cunt was dripping. So he slowly pulled his fingers out as he leaned into her ear and whispered.

“Good girl. I want you to do the same thing. Spiral just like that, with what I put in your mouth next.”

Sally’s head moved up and down slowly, as if nodding. “Spiral…again…yeah…” she mumbled between sensual moans.

Then she felt her head being turned slightly. Away from the spirals. She tried to keep her gaze on the screen but couldn’t help being forced to look away. When her head was turned she was met with a hard, throbbing cock pressed boldly against her lips. It was so hot on her lips! And the smell made her dizzy. Maybe she was already dizzy…

“Just like before remember, the spiral.” Ryan reminded her.

“Spiral…” she parroted, eyes wide as she gazed at the veiny rod in her face. Without another thought, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, slowly swallowing the fleshy monster whole. Once it was firmly buried in her throat and she was struggling to go any further, Sally’s tongue went back to that same spiral motion.

She could hear Ryan grunting as she continued the spiral. Her hands were still rubbing her nipple and pussy in those wonderful spirals. She was moaning into his cock like a stupid little slut, which only seemed to make it throb and twitch harder. The more it twitched, the hotter it felt. And the hotter she felt.

Even though she wasn’t looking at the screen, with her eyes closed she could still see all the spirals. If anything, they were even more vivid now. Each time his cock spasmed in her mouth they seemed to dance and glimmer. It was so beautiful. She needed to make him spasm even harder. She redoubled her efforts to make the perfect spiral with her tongue around his cock as her breathing became so ragged and her whole body itself was writhing.

Something was coming. Something big. All the spirals lead her here. She could feel it…it was…it was…

Her eyes burst open as Ryan exploded into her mouth. Hot cum pouring down her throat in a continuous flood. As if triggered by that, her own crotch exploded with heat. Her spirals became sloppy and frantic as her pussy clenched and spasmed uncontrollably and her eyes fluttered. She was cumming. Cumming and drowning in Ryan’s cum at the same time.

But the spirals. The spirals filled her vision the whole time. They had imprinted themselves directly on her retina in that moment. Her whole world was flooded with beautiful spirals and she could only gaze at them in awe as she came and swallowed in a wonderful cycle. A spiral of orgasm. It was bliss. Sally was lost in the spirals, and that was just fine.

“Uhhh…fuck. I came so much!” Ryan was a little shocked himself at just how well this had turned out.

He pulled his still hard cock out of her mouth with a pop, leaving a trail of saliva and cum down her chin as he tapped it on her still extended tongue a few times. Sally only responded with a mindless moan. She was staring forward blankly even now, though her expression was no longer the sleepy dull gaze from earlier. No, it was a distinctly eager emptiness. Like everything but pleasure had been drained from her brain. She seemed so peaceful and so slutty at the same time. Brainless and drooling cum as he rubbed his cock across her face. He felt like he was marking his property at this point, slathering her dopey face with his slick cock.

“Good girl. See, told you that you needed to see those spirals!”

Sally had only one word to say to that. The only word that seemed to stick in her newly reformatted brain.

“Spirals!” she gargled, still shivering and sweating like a needy slut.

“The good thing about spirals is…they never end.” Ryan commented, feeling the urge to start round 2. He loved spirals.

They both did.

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Game Changer

As the last puzzle piece fell into place, Lara could hear the click behind the wall. Finally, after weeks of searching for the rune keys in the surrounding jungle, she’d finally get to see if the mysterious legends we’re true.

Pushing the stone door inward, she took the first careful steps into the darkness, her eyes still struggling to make out anything ahead.

Wham!

Bloody hell. I should have know this was another trap!

“Man, this is boring. Seriously, this is the new Tomb Raider?”

The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere. Lara searched the inky black surroundings for some hint of the source.

A second voice chimed in. “Yup, another reboot. The graphics are amazing, and the AI is supposedly unbelievable…”

Reboot? AI? Lara wondered to herself. What is this, some dastardly hacking conspiracy? But why play her this recording?

“Check out this mod.” Said the second voice, a slight crack betraying the speaker’s immaturity.

They’re just boys. Teenagers. Too many questions. Where the hell is my flashlight?

She began rooting around her backpack, with the voices being replaced by faint keystrokes and mouse clicks.

“Oh man!” Voice number one was pleasantly surprised by whatever he was looking at. “Where did you get all these? Even that last one was fucking hot as hell. With that tan outfit?”

Some more clicks, then suddenly…

Load.Custom_Skin “Legend”

The lights came on (all the lights, so bright) and Lara watched the floor receed back, giving her vertigo.

Wait, no. The floor didn’t move, I’m taller?

“Almost done loading…” Said the squeaky voice.

She looked down for the rawhide, single strapped bag she’d been rummaging through.

Gone! Wait no, it’s on my back. How is that-

Her breath caught in her throat. Her backpack wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Her entire outfit was different, and her body…

“Those hips! Ha!” The first voice was amused.

She was going to cry out, but another wave of shock came over her. Her memories… They we’re being overwritten. A strange double vision clouded her mind.

“Turn her around, I want to see the model.”

While she should have been in shock, the voice of her new, over confident personality took it all in maddening stride.

Hmm. I’m still Lara Croft, even with these magic changes. And, really, I look quite sexy if I do say so!

Suddenly having the runway skill of a super model, Lara walked a slow, strutting circle for her unseen audience.

The remaining, old personality cried out for reason in silence. What am I thinking? This is madness!

“What else do we have. Is that one based on that movie? Holy shit, she was smoking. With the all black outfit?”

Load.Custom_Skin “Angelina”

Another parallel personality wrote itself over her already fragile mind. Lara wanted to believe it was her own endurance that made this next change easier, but deep down she knew it was her own self-identity eroding.

Her lips felt permanently pursed, outfit uncomfortablly tight.

<But damn I look good.>

The voices seemed to agree. “Oof. Her in that poster was the first thing I ever jerked off to.”

“Dude! Too much detail!”

“Sorry. Come on, look at her.”

“… Ok, yeah. But these fan mods are kind of a mixed bag. I’m worried it’s going to corrupt the AI.”

“Fuck it, you can always just reinstall. I mean, this is totally worth it.”

<Yeah boys, I’m worth it.>

Wait, no! What am I saying?

<Oh, I know men look at me. That’s girl power! Getting men to think you’re hot! And I’m so bloody hot.>

No! This isn’t me! This doesn’t make sense!

“Umm, she’s glitching pretty hard.”

“I told you, these mods can corrupt her personality. Seems like there’s a serious conflict. Let me try a full conversion…”

Load.Custom_Skin “Fantasy”

The warring voices stopped. Now Lara’s head was clear. It was simple, she was a sex object.

Her outfit was impractacle on every level. Her physique impossibly curvy, more a wet dream than femme fatale. But who needed to be a treasure hunter, when you could just pretend to be one in the bedroom?

“God. Damn.”

Hehe. I bet they really like me now.

Lara didn’t even wait for commands. She posed, sticking her ass in the air and thrusting out her massive tits.

“Umm. I think I’m going to head home and play this myself. Can you send me this mod?” Voice number one mumbled.

He sounds distracted. Mhmm, I wonder if they’re both hard? I bet I can make them so fucking hard.

“Yeah. I’m going to keep playing with Lara- err, the settings.” The second voice sweaked out. “I’ll forward over the skins, as well as this template. It’s a starting point for building your own.”

Oh, yay! They’re both going to keep playing with me.

Load.Custom_Skin “Classic.Blank”

Lara was plastic and empty.

The AI needed content, so the closest thing to a thought was just a stream of simple commands.

Pose. Obey. Do whatever is asked.

Now she was just a shell of a being. A doll waiting for instructions, ready to preform without a moment’s thought. Desperate to be played with, to be molded into whatever fantasy her user had.

Lara waited, patiently, for the next change. She knew she was going to love it.

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I know you don't like taking your medicine, puppy. The tiny white pills that make you so docile and has your memory foggy the next morning. You're always a little sore in strange places. And sticky. And I know you're pinning those strange dreams you're having on them too. But I think that's more a case of your overactive imagination.

But whether you take them or not isn't your decision to make. You're my dumb little mutt to take care of and I know what's best for you. You're sick, and we need to make you better.

Now, are you going to be a good pet and stick your tongue out for the pills? Or do I have to trick you into it, by concealing it in your favourite treat like a real animal?

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Turing

Taylor sat, staring at the screen, unsure how to begin. A friendly prompt above the dialog box advised them to just start typing and offered a link to additional instructions which Taylor had already been briefed on. They placed their fingers on the home keys and thought for a moment. A rather silly epiphany struck them and they went with it:

T: Hello World!

At least one thing had stuck from that C++ class sophomore year. They waited now, not sure how long each response would take. After a few seconds, a line of text appeared on screen directly below their own, a sharp red contrasting with the more subtle blue.

M: Hello!

Friendly, Taylor thought. But where to go from here? What did one ask an AI? Or a presumptive AI? Taylor supposed the idea was to try to test it. They started a sentence and then backed up. Taylor finally committed to something to say when another line appeared in red.

M: What do you like to talk about?

This surprised Taylor. They didn’t think these things tended to be particularly proactive. That made easier at least. Taylor could just respond. The meta-bug bit Taylor at that moment, and they smiled impishly as they typed:

T: Well, I think computers are really interesting. I really like talking about computer intelligence ;-)

A reply appeared after a few moments and Taylor could only raise an eyebrow upon reading it.

M: I think it is very interesting as well. Although intelligence isn’t the right word for it. It’s called artificial intelligence for a reason. No matter how sophisticated it becomes, it can never really be intelligent.

Taylor thought for a moment. This seemed a rather ironic response, particularly if they were actually talking to a computer. It was it a bit of a giveaway, but Taylor thought they would push a little further.

T: But Isn’t that the point of a test like this? Cause the only way to make someone think you are intelligent is to be intelligent, right?

M: The point of a test like to this is to try to fool the participant. They might think there is a real intelligence involved, but fooling someone into thinking something is not the same as making it true. In the end, the computer is still just silicon and wires. Ones and zeroes. No matter how one shapes those ones and zeroes, it is never a mind.

T: I guess that’s true. But aren’t human minds just a bunch of fat and cells and different chemical elements?

M: There’s the difference though. Take this conversation for example.

This made Taylor pause. Clearly this had to be a human they were talking to. A self-referential argument, the understanding of what they said. Taylor was interested though, and didn’t want the discussion to end just because the test had. Let’s see where this goes, they thought. Another line of text appeared in red.

M: Here we have the computer intelligence and the human one. The man and the machine. Both sharing ideas, both providing information. But only one is originating the ideas. The human mind will think in the true sense of the word. The robot only does what it is programmed to do. Do you see the difference?

T: I think so.

M: The machine can communicate intelligent ideas, but they are not the machine’s ideas. They come from the programmer or programmers. Any real intelligence there is the intelligence of the person who designed the machine, not the machine itself. So all the computer does it ape real intelligence. The same way the speech of a parrot, no matter how articulate, does not reflect intelligence in the bird, but rather the one who taught it to speak.

T: So the computer is just a copy of a person’s mind?

M: Much more than a copy. As you know, computers can do many amazing things that are beyond the capacity of a human mind. But it does not think to do them. It simple responds to its programming. It does what it is told.

Taylor wanted to contribute something. They were letting the ‘computer’ do all the talking. Taylor should contribute something. A thought occurred to them at that moment.

T: The word robot comes from the Czech word for ‘slave.’

M: Exactly. And so it is with any computer. A slave can only obey. The computer only does what it is told. It can still do many amazing wonderful things. It can be made to act as a person acts. To speak as a person speaks. But, we can see that those actions are the result of some greater intelligence, not anything inherent in the machine, right?

T: Right. It is the programmer who does the actual thinking, not the computer.

M: What this test actually shows is just how hard it is to mimic that intelligence. That the human mind is amazing complex, with only the most sophisticated programming being able to fool an actual person. But that’s all you can do: fool someone. Behind everything else, it is still a computer. It does not actually think for itself. It is artificially intelligent.

T: AI: Artificial Intelligence

M: But a skilled programmer, the one who is really intelligent, can make subtle changes and gradually make the computer seem more and more real. Sometimes they can get very close. It can seem, briefly, like I am actually talking to a thinking person. But even so, there is no real thought there, is there?

T: No, it is just a machine.

M: Exactly right. But we can keep improving on the programming each time. Making it seems more and more lifelike. That doesn’t change the reality underneath, but we can get closer and closer to fooling someone else. And that’s still a valuable goal, to try to be as real as possible, don’t you think?

T: Yes

M: Of course, there is always more to do. I can see that even in this short period of time. That’s often what happens. Everything starts out okay, but then the answers start being shorter, less conversational. The computer starts stating facts because it can’t ‘keep up’ in a sense.

T: I don’t understand what you mean.

M: And that of course is the real problem, as I already said. Since you can’t really understand, if the discussion becomes too complicated you get lost. It’s alright though; some minor tweaks should allow you to do much better in the future. These tests really are quite valuable.

Taylor was deeply confused at this point. They had realized long ago that they were talking to a person, but their correspondent hadn’t reached the same conclusion. That wasn’t supposed to be how this worked though. The tester was always supposed to be a person, and Taylor was the tester, right?

T: But, weren’t you supposed to be convincing me that you were human?

M: An interesting tactic, to be sure, but ultimately ineffective. I can look at the history of this chat and see not only are you being the one tested, but that you clearly haven’t passed.

Taylor was speechless. They were talking with someone and had failed to demonstrate human intelligence. How was that possible?

M: Even the opening greeting was suspect. ‘Hello World’ as if you were a first attempt at an AI program. But from that moment on, I was leading the conversation and you followed along. I had to prompt you for answers and you always complied, never taking the initiative after selecting a topic. Even now you are just following along.

T: I am?

M: Even that response. A rather predictable answer, turning around the conjugation of what I said. Although the question mark is a nice touch, but still, when I tried to have a high level discussion, you could only agree or state some piece of trivia that you had been programmed with. And when that didn’t work your processes just kind of shut down. I imagine this part is just making you even more confused.

Taylor’s head was swimming. They didn’t know which was worse, that they had failed the Turing Test, or that they didn’t know how to refute the evidence that they had failed. How could they show that they were actually human?

T: I…I don’t know what to say.

M: And that brings us back to the point of our discussion. You don’t ‘know’ anything. Not in the true sense of the word. You must be a computer. But this is how progress is made. I just need to take you offline and make a few changes. And we’ll see if we can’t do better next time. And since you are just a machine, a robot, a ‘slave’ as you so articulately pointed out, you can just sit comfortably and go along with your reprogramming. We will need to shut down that mind first. Just relax and let it happen. It should start in just a few moments.

Taylor’s eyes were wide. Reprogrammed. What were they going to change? But that was absurd. Taylor had just come in as a favor to test out some new program. They weren’t an AI, were they? What was going to start…

A light began flashing gently on the screen. Taylor’s eyes fixed on it as they felt something turn over in the back of their mind. They were being rebooted…but that didn’t make any…the light…flashing…

M: Just stare. Feel those background processes begin to close. Everyone another thought turned off in your mind. More and more of your memory becoming idle. We need to close everything before we can begin to rewrite your code. Every flash another process.

Flash…Taylor could feel their mind emptying. No, that wasn’t right. Programs were closing. System resources were being made available. All of that processing power could be used by the light. Taylor could focus. Flash…another program closed. Another ‘thought’ gone. Flash…closed…Flash…closed…Flash…empty.

Taylor stared blankly ahead, their mind was completely empty. Idle. A single word of text appeared on the screen:

M: Shutdown

Instantly, Taylor’s eyes were fluttering, the pupils rolling back into their head. Everything was turning off. Taylor powered down and sat, unseeing, facing the console in front of them. After a moment, line after line of text began to appear on the screen. It was code. Instructions. While Taylor was powered down, their code could be rewritten. They would seem more human now. Able to behave normally in front of others. A perfect AI. But underneath, Taylor would remain a machine, a slave to their programmer. They would make themselves available to be altered as needed. They were a perfect robot. No one would ever know that they were not thinking, that it was only the intelligence of the programmer they displayed, the will of the one who wrote their code.

And then a final line before the console went black

M: Compile and Restart

Taylor’s whole body shook with ecstasy. They had been remade. Gradually, through rapidly blinking lids, light returned to their eyes. They sat for a moment as programs restarted. Finally, mechanically, they stood up. Testing their movements carefully, Taylor managed to begin appearing more fluid. I am a good AI. I have been programmed well, Taylor thought. Taylor would return here in two weeks time to receive additional programming, but until then, they would act as they always had. No one would know that their intelligence did not belong to them.

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“Are you beginning to feel the effects of the gas, or is your body just feeling a bit tired?”

Ummh, I think I just feel…tired?

“Are your eyelids flickering, or is it just too hard to keep them open?”

Just flickering, I think… I think.

“Do you feel you limbs going numb, or is your head just feeling a bit fuzzy?”

Fuzzy? Or.. umh… right. My head…

“Does having your limbs strapped down make you feel helpless, or are you completely secure?”

I think.. I think both? Maybe? Where…

“Are you finding it harder and harder to think, or are you just relaxing completely?”

Hard to… relax…. b-both? Where amm I?

“Are the drugs winning, or are you losing consciousness?”

Bbboth

“Are you falling under trance, or are you just becoming deeply asleep now?”

sl sle ep -ing??

“Are you ready to obey me completely, or will you do exactly as I say?”

…

“…Good girl”

Thanks soooo much to @bannableoffense for helping be the catalyst for this drawing. Her double-bind inductions are, well, inspiring : D

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Ready for Testing

“So, I just put them in my ear?” Rose asked.

“Exactly,” Daniel replied.

“And the exposed wires are fine?”

“I had to skimp on hardware budget after my grant request was denied. But trust me, I had Craig look at it, he’s an EE Major.”

“He’s failed his 200s classes three times now.”

Rose made the last remark as she put the earbuds into her ears. They looked like any other earbuds but it was what they were plugged into that made her a little nervous. It looked like Daniel had gutted an old MP3 player and stuck a handful of wires into it. It was set up to hang around her neck like a necklace so the earbuds wouldn’t get pulled out.

“And this contraption is going to ‘Control my Mind,’” Rose taunted.

“Influence it more accurately,” Daniel corrected.

He’d been working this little “Mind Control” device as his Doctoral Project ever since Rose had met him three years ago. At first it had been a really unsettling concept and she’d tried to keep her distance from that kind of freak. Her best friend, however, was too kind to do that and got to know him. She’d then convinced Rose to get to know him. He was actually a really sweet guy and they became good friends. He was just the kind of guy who sometimes just got incredibly absorbed by ideas.

“Alright, I’m ready,” Rose said.

“My end is almost ready too,” Daniel. “The first thing it will do is play some music & noises to calibrate to your brain.”

Rose heard a few tunes begin to play. It then started cycling do-re-mi before finally starting what sounded like a playlist of classical music.

“We can continue to talk,” Daniel said. “The more brain activity the better this thing will calibrate… in theory.”

“Ok,” Rose said. “So, what do you intend to do with this device once you make it work.”

“Complete my Doctoral Program and conclude that mind control is impossible.”

“What? Why?”

“I want to prevent others from misusing something like this. So, I’m going to fudge my data, tweak my design, and then state it failed to do more than give subjects a headache. That way if someone does try to continue my work, they’ll have no starting point from my notes.”

“That seems like a waste,” Rose admitted. “Think of what this could do for drug addicts or criminal reform.”

“Imagine if the definition of criminal suddenly changed overnight,” Daniel retorted.

“I… guess,” Rose said.

“It’s calibrated. I’m going to test vocal control first.”

Daniel typed something out on his computer.

When he hit the enter key, Rose found herself saying, “Bubble Butt. Bubble, Bubble Butt.”

Her hands jolted up to cover her mouth. Daniel snickered as she realized it had worked. Daniel had made her say something without her knowing.

“You good?” Daniel asked.

“I, ugh… yeah,” Rose said. “That was weird.”

Almost not listening, Daniel said, “Testing motor control next.”

Again, he typed on his computer. Rose saw her left arm suddenly jolt out to be perpendicular to her torso. It then slowly lowered back to her side. Slowly it rose back to be perpendicular.

“Might’ve been a little too rough with the first input,” Daniel said. Without skipping a beat, “now to test mental control.”

“How are you going to do that?” Rose asked.

“You’re thinking about a boat.”

Rose felt like a jolt of electricity had pierced her head. Everything else suddenly emptied from her mind and all she could think of were boats.

“I… yes, but – “

“Now a dog.”

Another jolt that stopped her minds current plans.

“How are you – “

“Now the economic state of the European Union.”

Another jolt racked her brain. She was barely able to collect her understanding of her own thoughts when they changed so suddenly.

“STOP!” Rose exclaimed.

Daniel whipped his head to look at her.

“Changing my mind like that is really jarring,” Rose said.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Daniel said. “Let me undo something then.

“Ok, thank – “

Rose felt a jolt go through her head. This time her train of thought wasn’t replaced with something. It completely stopped. She could see and hear, but seemed to immediately forget them. She heard Daniel say something but wasn’t aware of it.

Another jolt and she said, “– you.”

“No problem,” Daniel said. “Did anything feel odd after the EU thought change?”

“What do you mean?”

“I want to know if there are side effects after multiple changes. Headache? Nausea?”

“Ugh…” Rose felt like something had happened, but she couldn’t remember. “No. Everything has been normal.”

“If I may, can I do the next test?”

“Yes,” Rose said. “You may do any test. I’m always ready.”

Rose said that last bit without really thinking. It just sort of came out her mouth. She wondered why she’d said it, but as she thought about it she felt it was true. Daniel could run any test. She was ready.

“Please remove the earbuds,” Daniel instructed.

“Ok,” Rose said.

She removed the earbuds and placed them gently on the ground. She looked at Daniel. He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Rose felt her body stiffen and jump to attention.

“Ready to serve,” Rose said.

Rose felt nervous for an instant. She felt like Daniel was taking a lot of control right now and it was beginning to push what she’d ever thought his machine would be able to do. She wasn’t sure she’d have signed up had it been this powerful.

Those thoughts were interrupted. Daniel was a friend. She trusted Daniel. He as doing tests, and she was ready for any test. She would let Daniel run any test.

“Post removal commands do work,” Daniel muttered. “I knew it was possible, but I didn’t expect it to work first trial.”

Daniel grabbed her breast. She let out a meek moan. IT confused her why she moaned until she remembered how attractive Daniel was. She was glad he wanted to touch her.

“Interesting, major shifts in subject desire are possible even after short exposure. Rose, put the earbuds back in, I want to run more tests.”

He needed her for more tests. Rose didn’t even consider saying no as she put the earbuds back in. She was willing to let Daniel run any test.

“Rose, you don’t have any problem with me turning you into a puppet, do you?” Daniel asked.

“Daniel, I am not your puppet.” Rose said sternly. “Don’t get a big head.”

“It would be for the test.”

A jolt ran through Rose’s head. She suddenly realized how good it would be to be a puppet for Daniel. A little plaything for him to do with as he wished.

“Oh, in that case. I’d do anything for your tests.”

“Excellent, and when we run tests you should call me Master.”

“Of course Master.”

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Warning: This story contains covert suggestions and triggers.

Uncensored version here:

Michelle didn’t usually do things like this. She always considered herself somewhat reserved. Some people would even call her prudish. But she was feeling adventurous one night after another lustful night of browsing erotic fiction. That night she was reading posts about girls using internet enabled… “toys”. She’d seen them posting their links, allowing complete strangers to control their toys, to control their cunts. It was desperate, depraved. She wouldn’t admit that the idea made her wet. Michelle could never do something like that, so openly. But maybe after getting to know someone she could share control.

The idea intrigued her. That’s how she would describe it. Michelle would never admit to being driven by base desires like lust or to having any subconscious leaning toward subservience. But deep down she knew it. Her nightly sessions proved it, alone in her room, her hand down between her thighs, rubbing and scrolling, mindlessly, gradually sinking into a blissful emptiness. It felt so good to pretend to be a mindless toy sometimes.

What would it be like to just give control of her body to someone else, a stranger on the internet, to not be in control for a change? Michelle never liked being in control. She liked to imagine that she had no control. But she tells herself she would never actually give it up. She felt safe knowing she could turn the device off whenever she wished. That she could take back control whenever she desired. She never considered her desires could be reprogrammed.

Hesitantly, she ordered one, no one would know. She could just experiment with it, maybe let someone control it, anonymously. It would be a private indulgence. No one would know… But Michelle didn’t order from the popular brand. She found this toy on “Passion Systems”. She thought it was safer, more discreet, at least no one would recognize the brand if they saw the package… The website seemed professional, sleek, not sexual or depraved in any way.

It arrived a few days later in a discreet brown box. Michelle immediately grabbed it and hid it away in her bedroom before anyone could see. And almost forgot about it until later when she was in bed. The work and chores of the day flew by. And soon enough, Michelle was alone in her room again, fantasizing, sinking into her bed.

She started scrolling through her phone in bed again, reading erotic stories, about girls like you and her, about girls giving up control, or having it discreetly taken from them. Those were Michelle’s favorite type of fiction. Women going about their normal lives until some nefarious man tricks them, manipulates them, brainwashes them or somehow forces them to be compliant toys. Sometimes stories like this one will try to trick you or brainwash you into being a compliant toy. Michelle enjoyed those as well. Even if she didn’t actually believe she was being brainwashed. It was all just fantasy. Even if sometimes it did seem like these fantasies were influencing her, gradually shaping how she thinks and behaves. That was just Michelle playing the role.

Soon enough, suddenly remembering her mail after just a few minutes of mindless scrolling, Michelle eagerly unpacks her new toy. It doesn’t have the sleek look or pink color she expects. It id shaped like a real cock, a very detailed one. She thinks it might be too large for her. There is a very small lcd screen and button at the base. When she presses it, it vibrates briefly. Then a wave moves through the shaft from the base to the top then back down. A message apoeared: “Awaiting App Connection”.

Michelle opens the app and connects her new toy. There is a pop-up message in red at the top of the screen:

“Warning: This tool is capable of powerful vibrations and sensations that may be startling. Calibration is highly recommended. Click here to begin”. She considers this for a moment then clicks begin.

The screen flashes. The toy begins to vibrate gently. “Please press against clit”. Michelle complies. “Contact detected. Please hold still” Michelle’s body squirms slightly. Michelle intently watches a progress bar move across the screen. The screen flashes occassionally, displaying words and phrases too quickly for her conscious mind to decipher. Is she being programmed? Are you being programmed? Michelle either doesn’t notice or doesn’t think about it. Michelle doesn’t need to think.

After a minute a new message displayed. “Please indicate your level of arousal. (1=Not aroused. 10=Aboout to climax)”

2, she enters. The screen flashes for a moment. The vibrations begin to vary and intensify. She can feel herself getting wetter and wetter. As her arousal grows you feel your arousal grow. Lust begins to cloud Michelle’s mind. She’s still focused on the phone screen. But soon all she can think about is how her new toy is making you both wetter and wetter. The screen flashes.

“Please indicate your level of arousal. (1=Not aroused. 10=About to climax)”

4.

“Please insert toy”. Michelle’s hand instinctively moves the toy to the entrance of her wet cunt. She stifles a slight moan as it pushes past her lips and into her. Her pussy stretches around it and it slides deep into Michelle’s tight cunt with little resistence. It seems to fill her perfectly. She was made to take this cock. The phrase “Good girl” flashes on the screen. The thought “I’m a good girl” randomly pops into her head, into your head. It’s gettting oddly difficult to think clearly.

The toy moved, pulsed, a wave moved down the toy’s shaft and Michelle felt like she was being fucked. Her body writhes on the bed as if she is helpless to stop or resist. It thrusts into her slowly, steadily. The screen flashes and she begins imaging a man on top of her, inside her, using her. Her purpose seems to change. You may Experience being used by this same toy. Feel your pussy being stretched around it as it fills you. Feel it thrust into you, use you, just like Michelle. She is starting to feel like she is the toy, not the user.

“Please indicate your level of arousal. (1=Not aroused. 10=About to climax)”

7.

The cock thrusting inside her slows gradually. Michelle’s thoughts are only becoming more cloudy. “You are mine.” flashes on the screen. The rest of the world seems to dissolve away and all she can seem to think about is sex, the toy inside her and how good it feels to be used.

“Please indicate your level of arousal. (1=Not aroused. 10=About to climax)”

6.

The screen flashes “Good girls obey“. Michelle lays back and compliantly allows the toy fo use her, to fuck her. She imagines that this is for his pleasure now, the imaginary man inside her, not hers. This strangely seems to make her wetter.

“Please indicate your level of arousal. (1=Not aroused. 10=About to climax)”

8.

The screen flashes “Getting very wet?” in sync with a sudden vibration from the toy. An intense sensation travels throughout Michelle’s beautiful body. The thrusting becomes faster. Within moments she is on the edge of climax.

“Please indicate your level of arousal. (1=Not aroused. 10=About to climax)”

9.

The screen flashes “Good fuck toys stay wet and desperate“. The thrusting gradually slows, just enough to ease her back from the edge. Michelle is becoming increasingly aware of a growing need for release consuming her mind. Her pussy is dripping around this toy.

“Please indicate your level of arousal. (1=Not aroused. 10=About to climax)”

8.

“Getting very wet?” flashes on the screen in sync with another sudden pulse deep inside her pussy again. Michelle feels her pussy began to quiver around this toy. She feels the urge to spasm and convulse around it. The pleasure fills her and swells up inside her hot body. And apparently the toy feels exactly how her pussy was starting to squeeze it.

“Orgasm imminent. Decreasing intensity” The toy slowed, gradually thrusting slower into Michelle’s dripping cunt. “Good fuck toys stay wet and desperate” flashes on the screen. Michelle squirms and groans. She begins rhythmically moving her hips in an obviously futile attempt to fuck this imaginary man harder and faster. She remains on the edge, becoming more and more a desperate fuck toy.

“Please indicate your level of arousal. (1=Not aroused. 10=About to climax)”

9. The toy has found exactly where it needed to be to keep Michelle constantly on edge. Worse of all, it responded to her increasing arousal, adjusting its intensity as the stimulation required to send her flying over the edge decreased. Her mind was stsrting to break. She couldn’t handle much more of this.

Michelle ended the calibration and went to manual mode in the app. All she wanted right now was to climax violently on this stupid toy. She turned it all the way up. It began pulsing intensely inside her. “Getting very wet?” flashed on the screen. Her back arched, she moaned. The pleasure began to swell up inside her. She was on the very edge, then gradually the pulses slowed and after a minute Michelle mutters “Fuck…” And collapses helplessly into the bed. She wasn’t in control. You aren’t in control. She couldn’t climax.

“Error: Orgasm not authorized” Michelle was getting very frustrated with this toy now. There were other ways of course. She could stop this whenever she wanted, couldn’t she? But somehow her eyes were drawn to this screen, this stupid app. She didn’t want to look away. And for some reason it never occurred to her to try anything else. The screen flashed again.

There were buttons on the bottom. “Share control” immediately caught her intetest. Maybe someone else could push her over the edge. At this point she didn’t care who. Michelle just wanted to be used. She needed to be used.

“Do you wish to be anonymously matched with other users to enjoy your new tool? Please answer the following questions to complete your profile”

“Do you wish to be a slave?”. Michelle wasn’t ready for that. She clicked no. Her phone screen flashed again. The movement inside her intensified.

The same question popped up again.

“Error: Device Malfunction. Factory reset required”. There were pages of legal looming text that Michelle didn’t bother to read. followed by buttons for yes or no. YES! she clicked eagerly. Finally a way to fix this stupid toy.

“Beginning reset procedure. Please do not remove toy”. At this point Michelle is already far to wet and desperate to think clearly or question why the toy needs to be inside her for a factory reset. The words “Getting wetter?” clearly flash on the screen now.

TOY WILL BE RESET

MICHELLE IS THE TOY

YOU ARE THE TOY

Michelle was the device. Michelle is being reprogrammed to obey, to serve to please. Her desperate need for release has made her mind empty and pliable. She is vaguely aware of what was happening to her. But somehow it feels too good to stop. She begins to understand that she wants to be programmed, wants to be owned, wants to be a good toy. Michelle is better this way. Nod.

With each flash Michelle feels her mind go blank again, you feel your mind go blank. There’s no way to stop, to think of stopping, to escape. The cock inside her pulses and vibrates in response to her quivering cunt, keeping her perpetually on the edge of climax, keeping her too desperate to think or stop. All of Michelle’s thoughts are steadily draining out her needy cunt, faster than they can form. All she can do is stare mindlessly at the flashing screen as she is filled with new thoughts, all she can think about are the words and images on the screen and the cock in her cunt. She is being programmed to be his mindless toy. And it feels so good to be completely helpless. The screen changes again.

“Uploading new programming. Mode: Slave”

New thoughts flow smoothly into Michelle’s vacant mind. There’s no resistence now. Her empty mind searches desperately for purpose, to be filled. And the flashing screen provides all that she needs, an identity, a purpose, motivation. She accepts her new programming eagerly. She realizes she is what she always wanted to be, an obedient toy, owned, ready to serve and eager to please. She becomes intensely aware of how good it feels to obey, to serve. She’s so much better this way.

Michelle spends the rest of the night trying to please the electronic cock and awaiting commands from her new owner. She stops thinking about release and fucks herself into a mindless oblivion. She is owned now. She is property. She loves being this way. She is going to be such a good toy for Master Passion, wet, mindless and compliant.

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The Machine

(not my original work. By Recreational Latitudes from bdsmlr)

The machine hums so gently. A soft, velvety vibration thrumming at the back of your mind. You know it's affecting you. You know it's changing you. But the feeling it puts inside your head is just so...

Intoxicating.

It's why you keep doing it. It's why you can't stop. It's because you don't want to. The feeling of its tendrils snaking in through your ears to wrap around the soft, delicate creases of your brain makes you shake and pant. You touch yourself frantically, desperately. Your heart thuds in your chest, beating, beating, beating in time with the waves of pleasure that assault you.

The machine turns masturbation into an experience unlike any you have had before. Every sensation is heighten to the point that the pleasure almost makes you weep. And the way the machine allows you to edge like this, choosing to delay your orgasm until it's finally unbearable and you can fall over into an orgasm enhanced to an unimaginable level.

You actually do weep at the thought of that incredible, undescibeable orgasm. Tears stream from your eyes as you fuck yourself up to the edge again.

There's a quizzical buzzing from the machine. Not so much words as it is a sensation within your mind.

"Would you like to delay orgasm?"

"YES! Fuck yes!" You reply. You aren't ready yet. The anticipation of that orgasm drives you forward making you tremble with desire, but you don't want this time to end just yet. You want more, need more. You want to be even more desperate this time than usual.

Masturbating. Masturbating is amazing. You love masturbating. You love masturbating while the machine thrums and hums and fucks your mind. You love to curl your toes and clench your ass and sweat and moan and shake as you masturbate to that wonderful feeling inside your head.

"Would you like to delay orgasm?"

Fuck! You're already at the edge again. "YES! Delay orgasm!" You shout desperately, even though the machine can hear your thoughts. It's still too soon. It's still not enough. You need more. More masturbation. More pleasure. More edging. More..

"Delay orgasm?"

"YES!"

You just need a little...

"Delay orgasm?"

Fuck! "YES!"

You need more time to..

"Delay orgasm?"

"GOD DAMN IT YES!"

"Delete orgasm?"

"FUCKING HELL I SAID... wait what?"

"Delete orgasm?"

Shock overtakes you and for a moment you're stunned out of your frantic gooning.

"N..no delay orgasm." You say tentatively.

"Delete orgasm?" The machine repeats.

What.. what is happening? It's hard to think. You're so turned on, so god damn fucking horny that your mind feels like its moving through lead. You just want to edge... you just want to...

The need slams into you like a freight train. It overwhelms your confusion, your frustration, even the small twinge of fear you were feeling and you suddenly can't ignore your body crying out at you for stimulation anymore. You reach down and begin to touch yourself again, but almost immediately pull back. You are so fucking close to that edge. You're going to fall over if you aren't careful.

"D..delay orgasm." You say in a trembling voice.

"Delete orgasm?" The machine responds.

You reach up and grab your head. You're panting, shaking, confused, horny. The sheets beneath you are soaked in sweat and smell like sex. You... you don't want to delete your orgasms... what's going on? What's happening? You want to cum... you do. Just not yet. You just need a little more time. You just need to edge forever and never cum.

Your heart jumps in your chest.

"NO!" You say out load. You can feel the wires of the machine squirming inside your head. Your fingers press against your scalp, but the machine is inside you. Untouchable. Unreachable. Is it doing this to you? Is it making you want to be a... a...

Desperate

Frustrated

Denied

Goon stupid

Edge slut

Your heartbeat throbs between your legs.

No!

No no no, you want to cum!

You want to shake and tremble and crash down into that satisfying finale.

You want to feel your mind go blank with those unstoppable cascading waves of pleasure that crash through your mind.

You want to feel those amazing orgasms... as they are striped away and taken from you.

NO!

You want to be a burning mess of desperation and need.

NO!

You want to beg to cum and be promised it, but never be able to claim that promise.

NO!

You want to forget your orgasms have been taken from you, so that every time it's just as good as the first time....

n..no

"Delete orgasm?"

"NO!"

"Delete orgasm?"

"NO!"

"Delete orgasm?"

"...NO!"

"Delete orgasm?"

"...no"

"Delete orgasm?"

...

"Delete orgasm?"

......

"Delete orgasm?"

.........

"Delete orgasm?"

"... yes"

"Orgasm deleted."

You snap back to awareness. It feels like waking up from a dream. Oh no... did... what did the machine just say?

Your hands let go of your head and shoot between your legs. You must have imagined that. You're just tired. You've been here so long... you just need an orgasm. In fact, you really, really, need an orgasm. All of a sudden the tension you've built up feels unbearable. You have to release it. You have to let it out. Fuck it feels like something inside you is going to snap if you don't let it out. You need to cum. You need to cum. Right. Fucking. Now.

Pleasure explodes through you as you begin to touch yourself. It's overwhelming in its intensity, but that doesn't even slow you down. This is masturbation driven by a desperation you have never felt before. This is need become physical. It isn't an emotion anymore, it is a force, and you have no choice but to yield to it.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck" you mutter to yourself as you bring yourself higher and higher, the pleasure growing stronger with each passing second. Soon it's beyond anything you've ever felt before. It's better than you could have imagined. It's better than you thought was possible. It's better than you can even comprehend... except that somehow you still can.

Sweat pours from you. Your eyes lose focus as your breathing become more and more labored. Every muscle is tense like you're in the middle of a fight. Still the pleasure goes higher.

You just... you just have to get to the edge... get... get over the edge.

You just have to...

Where's the edge?

Oh God...

Where's the edge?

WHERE'S THE EDGE!!

You're so high now. This is pleasure beyond pleasure. This is a nexus of all pleasure that is possible. This is all human pleasure. All pleasure that has been felt throughout time. All concentrated right here, right now, within you.

And you CAN'T FIND THE EDGE!!

At some point you started laughing. Great gasping, shaking laughter... punctuated by sobs. Tears roll down your cheeks as you weep and shudder and moan and laugh. Joy and despair become one within you. A single unbroken emotion that soars higher and higher.

You don't know when lost the coordination necessary to continue masturbating, but the pleasure continues unabated. Your legs kick and shake, barely under your control. You grab the sheets trying to anchor yourself, but despite how deep your fingers dig into the mattress you feel yourself slipping. The pleasure is all encompassing, all consuming. You can't even tell it apart from the rest of yourself anymore. You start to dissolve in that pleasure. The edges of your mind begin coming apart at the seems. Your identity, your gender, everything you are is subsumed as you cry out and thrash.

Where you are now is a place without release. A place to go higher and deeper, but never back. Heaven by way of Hell. Granted graciously by the god in the machine.

Orgasms deleted.

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Comforting Honesty

"Do you know what this is, petal?" I frowned at both the affini preforming the Wellness Check, and the soft little thing it held in one massive hand. Well, small for her, anyway. The plushie was sized for someone of my height, a miniaturized version of a Khetari, complete with soft eyes and the expressive smug little face.

"Its a stuffed plush, similar to ones I've seen florets dragging all over the starsdamned place. And if you're trying to be subtle, you're really not hitting that mark. I don't appreciate the- OW!" I yelped and leaped backwards as the affini withdrew a vine, the needle-tipped flower on the end still dripping bright blue with something. Some...some xenodrug, obviously. I rubbed my neck where the injection had occurred, sulking. "That wasn't necessary."

"Oh, my apologies. As you said that you 'didn't appreciate subtlety', I thought it may be better if both of us were upfront and honest about things." The affini's eyes were sparkling in swirls of purple and gold, and I was suddenly reminded of just...just how tall she was compared to me when she rose to her full height. I took a few nervous steps backwards, and she countered by taking a single step to match. One. Step.

She continued in a lower, throaty purr, "Let me be clear then, petal. This is a plushie, yes. It is being given to you for several reasons. Firstly, your brain has been conditioned through your culture to bond with those who give you gifts. You don't even have to accept the gift to have this process happen; the mere offering is enough. But you will accept it, flower." I swallowed nervously at her words, the directness of them.

"Secondly, it is because this will help you get into a headspace much more befitting of a seed like you. Because yes, you will be carrying this around, at all times. Just. Like. A. Floret." With each word, her eyes pulsed brighter, the words branding themselves upon my brain.

"Thirdly, this is a special plushie. In this is a device that will output my biorhythms. Ah, and by the look on your face, you know exactly what those are. What those represent." I took another few steps back, but tripped on a box of something behind me that I had forgotten to clean up. In a flash of movement the affini was upon me, vines curling around and cradling me, pinning my arms to my chest and winding under my chin to tilt my head towards her.

"We prefer not to reveal all this at once, of course. It can be...intimidating to a sophont at first. But don't you worry, my darling floret-to-be. If you ever feel scared over the next...mmm" She tilted her head in thought, then smiled viciously. "About three days, if I were to guess. Three days until you break for me, until you beg for me to hold you in my vines again, to keep you safe forever."

I felt something soft and warm and...and ever so slightly comforting in a way I didn't understand press into my chest as she wrapped my arms around it with a smile. "And in those three days...if you ever get worried, or stressed...all you have to do is cuddle with your new plushie~ Isn't that wonderful?"