2401shadowknight

[2401shadowknight]

The Mistress's Lullaby

Location: the barracks wing of The Burrow, the underground base of the Basilisco mob

Features: sleep hypnosis with no wakeup, mentions of being coiled up (and general snake motifs), and being taken care of by the motherly Dr. Tanya. Enjoy!

"Hm?

Is someone still out and about?

Come closer, hon.

Closer.

There. Much better.

Now you can see who's speaking to you.

Oh, I could see you just fine from down the hall, I just figured it's simply polite to talk face to face, rather than call out and risk waking everyone else.

That wouldn't do, disturbing their slumber.

Speaking of which, have you forgotten the curfew, darling? All non-security personnel must be in their rooms by 11:00 P.M.

You didn't know?

Ah, you're new. Of course you are.

I knew I saw a fresh face in the dark.

How was your first day? The paperwork must've been such a bore, but I assure you it's necessary.

Legal agreements that drift from lip to lip sink the ship, as the saying goes.

Never heard of that one?

Now you have.

See how malleable language is? Words can be warped and twisted into whatever shape one needs to knead them into until they're unrecognizable.

That's why we use paper and pen over prose and phraseology, you see.

I must apologize for not being there to guide you through the legal process, or at the very least shake your hand; anyone brave enough to join us deserves at least that much gratitude.

Fret not, I promise I will make it up to you.

There was some important business that caught me up in a whirlwind of work.

You know, with the stormy weather we've been having these past few days, I wouldn't be too surprised if a real whirlwind found its way down here.

Sometimes, when the wind picks up, I swear I can almost hear the rain from my office. Sure, it's probably my imagination; we are underground, after all.

Can you blame me, though? The idea of a raging storm fading to a soft pitter patter the deeper down you go is rather comforting during a long shift.

It almost makes my office feel cozy, relaxing even, as if I have a dome of quiet protection all to myself.

Speaking of cozy and relaxing, why aren't you in bed? Even without the curfew, most of the sleepyheads here would still retire before the clock strikes twelve.

What keeps the little mouse running up and down the hall, then?

Are the wheels in your head spinning too fast?

Are the thoughts of some cat lurking around a corner keeping your eyes open?

Or perhaps you're still reeling from all the squeaking the tires of today made while speeding along its track?

Whatever the reason is doesn't matter much. No need to convince me you're not sneaking off to sniff out some sweet secrets, my little mouse; the marks of somber sleeplessness are all over you.

In fact, a number of them involve your eyes alone.

I see the dark circles under your eyes, weighing them down with the prospect of sleep.

Within those eyes, I see the frustration of someone who has seemingly tried everything, only to be lucid in the end.

And where are they looking, you ask?

Oh my sleepy insomniac, did you think I wouldn't notice? You've been lazily exploring my features all along, bathed in what little light remains in this hushed hallway.

You've examined my scaly, yet luscious locks, wondering if their seemingly constant undulation was a trick of the dim light or of your now dimming mind.

Your eyes then wandered downward, having caught the light glancing off my fangs as I spoke. Perhaps you wondered how someone with fangs could speak so smoothly, my honeyed words harmonizing without a hiss.

Finally, your eyes decided to settle on mine. It's only polite after all, and as much as your serpentine boss spurred your curiosity, you wouldn't want to disrespect her, would you?

So you looked into my eyes.

Deep into my eyes

And that's where your vision now remains.

Why?

Because you noticed something interesting about them.

The colors within them seemed to change.

Black and red seemed to pulse and shimmer within them,

Spreading and spiraling with a crimson glow,

Pulling your gaze, your attention, your last bit of energy into them,

Just as they are doing now.

Drawing you deep,

Deep,

Under my keep,

And the sweet song of sleep

Has become strong indeed

Calling you forth

As a shepherd calls his sheep.

'My sweet, my sweet,

My darling sweet,

Why don't you come

And return to me?'

So sings the song of sleep,

With a voice as low as the sea.

And in that sea,

You begin to sink,

But no need to fear,

No need to think,

For you are safe

And as calm as the waves

That pull you down,

Down,

Down into the depths.

What happens then, my little pet?

As you float in the sea

As deep as my eyes,

Your limbs getting weak

As you're hypnotized,

You notice something

That's starting to rise,

But there's nothing to fear

And there's no need to flail.

Simply look down, dear,

And you'll see my tail

As it twists and it coils

Around your shins and your thighs

Squeezing out all tension

With its strength and size,

For my tail is as thick

As your waist, feel it now,

As it wraps snugly 'round,

Nestling into your hips.

This tight , tender touch,

Is this the key you lack?

The key to your sleep

Now cradles your back

And comes 'round to your chest,

Oh isn't it the best?

This feeling of rest

Found deep in my nest

Of sinew and scales

That now caress your shoulders

And wind without fail

Ever up now to hold your

Tender, sleepy head,

Which I carefully emptied

Until nothing was left

But my somniferous medley.

Now you are cradled.

There's no need to stand.

Let me take you away

As the tide takes the sand

And keeps it in the bay,

Safe forevermore.

I told you I'd make it up to you, didn't I darling?

No need to stress about anything anymore.

Mistress Medusa will take good care of you.

Now then, it's time I take you back to your room and your soft, comfy bed.

And there it is, the only room as open as your mind.

And within it?

Your bed,

Freshly made just for you.

Or it will be, once I fix it.

While I do, how about I finish fixing your mind?

Something needs to fill that empty space, and we don't want insomnia knocking at your door again, do we?

Let's use a simple countdown, from ten to one. When we reach zero, I'll say sleep, which will cause three things to happen:

You will, of course, drift off to sleep, fully falling unconscious once you no longer hear my voice.

You will sleep soundly through the night.

Most important of all, from this moment forward, you will be able to fall asleep much faster than before. All you'll need to do is remember my voice and my touch from tonight--and you will remember them--and you'll drift off as quickly as if I were there to hold you once again.

Understand, dear?

Good.

Ten. Let the cleaning commence...

Nine,

Eight. Sheets made straight...

Seven,

Six. Pillows fixed...

Five,

Four. Come up off the floor...

Three. Into bed, stress-free...

Two. Let me lay your blanket on you...

And one. Now we're done.

Sleep.

Deep.

Goodnight, my sweet.”

[2401shadowknight]

and when i use oral sex to condition a sub? what then?

fractionate the fuck out of them so they can't tell what the difference is between consciousness and the cool waters of trance. implant an irrepressible urge to eat me out, listen to them beg and plead to taste me, knowing that with every swipe of their tongue, they'll drop deeper into trance.

reap the rewards when they get lost in a perfect rhythm, grind against their face as their eyes glaze over and their mind goes utterly vacant. unable to do anything but leak and lose themselves in the only thing they know how to do anymore. because nothing feels better than letting go and letting me use you as you lick yourself deeper into sleepy submission.

[2401shadowknight]

"Big sis I'm worried can we cuddle?" You ask timidly, quietly closing the door to my room. "Yeah, sure, c'mere." I pat the side of my bed, only briefly looking up from my phone screen. You settle in beside me under the covers and press yourself against my side, in response I absentmindedly slide my arm around your shoulders and pull you against me. "What are you doing sis?" You ask, trying to peak at my phone screen. "Some yuri smut, I'm almost caught up on it though." I set my phone down on the bedside table and turn toward you. "So you're feeling stressed?" You turn to your side and press your back against me. "Yeah, I've got a test tomorrow and I'm worried about it." I slide my hand down your side, over your thin shirt and feel you shudder. "If you get a zero on the test will you still be passing?" I slide my hand across your hip, noting with surprise the absence of a waistband. "Yeah, I'm getting an A in that one." You twitch as my fingers slip off your oversized t-shirt and onto your bare thigh. "Then you'll be fine no matter what." You nod, half genuinely reassured and half attempting to mimic my bravado. "Yeah, I'll be fine." I smile behind you and slide my fingers around your thigh. "Oh?" You don't say anything as I question the sticky fluid my fingers find on your inner thigh. "What's going on here sis?" I continue to move my hand up, sliding it over more wet flesh. "I, uh. Well before I came here I was trying to relax by, uh, you know." "Mhm, but you couldn't get it done by yourself?" I can see your face blush bright red even from behind you. "I couldn't." You say smally. "And you wanted my help?" I begin to slip my other arm under your torso and press it against the side of your breast. "Mhm." You nod shyly in response to my question. My hand slides further up your inner thigh. "Don't worry sis, I'm happy to help you."

[2401shadowknight]

You catch your brother cumming into your panties.

You always suspected this was happening. You know he is a pervert and sometimes your panties were too wet. Despite it, you put on your panties and imagined your brother came right on your crotch.

Now you see him stare at you while his hot globs of cum soak into your pretty pink panties. He is frozen, not knowing what to say. You carefully take the panties out of his hands. He is speechless. You take off your current panties from under your skirt and replace them with the freshly used ones.

“If you wanted to wanted to jerk off in my panties, you don’t have to wait until they’re off my body, big bro.”

[2401shadowknight]

When You Were Sleeping

You’d been struggling with memory loss for a while now. It was strange, one moment, you were here, present. The next, you’d find yourself somewhere else. Hours, sometimes even days, would have passed.

The best way you could describe it was that you were going to sleep.

Not literally. You weren’t unconscious. You could still move, still function. But your awareness? Your self? It vanished. It felt exactly like sleep.

It was inconvenient, yes, but thankfully, it only seemed to happen on your days off.

You tried asking for help. Therapists, doctors, everyone said the same thing: “There’s nothing wrong.”

You even invited a friend to stay over, hoping they’d witness an episode. But strangely, they never happened when someone was around.

Eventually, you gave up. Lost hope. You were forced to accept it: this was your new reality.

This weekend, you were off work. You were lying on the couch, watching Netflix. Just a quiet, lazy afternoon. And then you went to sleep.

.

.

.

Or at least, your mind did.

Your body, however, was very much awake. Awake… and ready to obey.

Your waking self didn’t notice the phone ringing. It wasn’t your usual ringtone, it was different. A sound buried deep in your subconscious. A trigger.

The moment it played, your conscious mind went quiet. Heavy. Still. And something else stirred in its place. The part of you that remembered what to do. The part that had been trained.

You picked up the phone, slowly, and answered without hesitation:

“Toy is ready to obey.”

Your voice was flat. Monotone. Calm. Not your voice exactly, just the echo of the programming woven deep into your mind. The toy beneath the surface had woken up.

“Good toy,” you could hear the seductive lilt in my voice. “I have a few tasks for you before we meet tonight.”

You listened attentively as I gave your instructions: Go to the clothing store. Pick up the package waiting there under your name.

Head home. Get dressed in what you find inside.Then meet me at the restaurant at 8 p.m. sharp.

“…And toy?” I added, voice soft and sweet.

“Don’t forget to smile.”

Without even thinking, your lips curled into a soft, mindless grin.

“Yes, Miss.”

The line went dead.

You stood up from the couch, body already in motion, eager to follow your tasks. When you arrived at the restaurant, the hostess smiled as if she recognized you.

“Good to see you back,” she said warmly.

“She’s already waiting for you. Usual table.”

You made your way through the softly lit dining room, toward the far corner. A private booth, tucked away, discreet. A space where no one would bother us.

You sat down across from me. I smiled, looking you up and down, eyes drinking you in.

“I knew you’d look great in it.”

My praise sent a wave of mindless arousal pulsing through your body.

“Thank you, Miss.”

“Not for that,” I said with a sly smile. “I ordered you the Beef Bourguignon. You’re going to love it.”

“I’m going to love it,” you echoed without thinking. Right now, your reality was shaped entirely by my will.

What I said, you believed.

What I wanted, you did.

In this moment… you were mine.

The waiter arrived and poured wine into our glasses. You barely noticed. We started talking, my voice anchoring you in that warm, obedient haze.

“Have you been following the instructions I gave you?”

“Yes, I’ve been deep—”

Your breath caught mid-sentence. You felt my foot slide up along your leg under the table, teasing, gentle, but unmistakably deliberate. Your arousal surged, sharp and growing.

“I’ve been listening to Miss’ files every night,” you continued, voice shaky but obedient, “to deepen my programming.”

I smiled, swirling the wine in my glass.

“I see.”

A pause. Then—

“Good toy.”

As dinner went on, I kept teasing you, soft touches here and there, subtle glances, my voice dancing just on the edge of command. And your arousal kept growing, building slowly, relentlessly.

But you had to pose as a person. Smile politely. Sip your wine. Answer simple questions. Only the two of us knew the truth: you weren’t really a person anymore. You were just a toy, dressed up and pretending.

After dinner, you followed me wordlessly to the hotel. There was no resistance, there never was. Your mind might not remember this night. But your body?

Oh, your body would never forget.

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[2401shadowknight]

The Stranger By Your Side

You stirred awake, eyes heavy, mind groggy. Reaching out to scratch your arm, you bumped into something warm. Someone.

You turned your head. There I was, lying beside you, asleep, looking utterly at peace.

But… who was I?

Your pulse quickened. You were certain you’d never seen me before. So why was I here, in your bed? You felt hazy, not hungover exactly, but… off. Disoriented. Had you been drinking last night?

Phone. Check your phone.

You snatched it up, swiping through notifications. Dozens of missed messages from your friends. But then, one conversation stood out. A number not saved. No photo.

You opened it.

Your stomach twisted.

Videos. Dozens of them. Each showing you staring blankly into a swaying green crystal, lips moving as you recited strange, mindless mantras. The voice guiding you was feminine, soft, familiar now that you heard it again in your memory, the one holding the phone.

Pictures, too. Your own skin scrawled in lipstick: good toy. mindless slave. Spirals drawn across your chest and thighs. Images of you on all fours in front of a glowing spiral on your TV, eyes glassy and lost.

You couldn’t remember any of it.

Scrolling further back, you found more, months of conversations. Thousands of texts. Countless photos, countless clips. Encounters, trances, nights you had lived and forgotten.

It hit you with sick certainty: you weren’t free. You’d been conditioned. Brainwashed. Programmed to obey, programmed to forget.

You swallowed hard. You needed to do something. You had a window now, your memory clear. You had to leave a warning for yourself, something to break the cycle before you forgot again.

And then, a voice.

Warm. Familiar. Shattering you like glass under heat.

“You’re already awake?”

Your body melted. Your mind, what remained of it, liquefied. Resistance drained like water from cupped hands.

“Yes, miss…” you murmured, lips betraying you before your brain caught up.

“What are you doing?” My tone teased, curious.

“I… I was trying to leave a warning,” you confessed helplessly. “So when you go, and I forget this, I won’t fall back into trance again…”

The truth spilled from you easily, automatically. You wanted to obey. You had to obey.

“But you don’t want that, do you?” I pouted, mock-hurt.

“No, miss,” you whispered, voice soft, trembling with sincerity. “I want to be your toy.”

A smile curved my lips.

“Good toy. I think I’ll brainwash you a little more before I leave… just to make sure you don’t get any silly ideas like that again. Does that sound nice?”

Your chest rose and fell, shuddering. Relief, arousal, surrender blending into one.

“Yes, miss.”

[2401shadowknight]

A Visit to HR

You hadn’t been this angry in a long time.

Each step toward the HR office only made your frustration build. You’d tolerated a lot already, tasks way outside your job description. “Pick up my lunch,” “Schedule my dentist,” “Remind me to take my pills.” You weren’t hired to be anyone’s personal assistant, but you let it slide. It was annoying, sure, but manageable. Harmless, you told yourself.

But today? Today was different.

There’d been no misunderstanding, no room for interpretation. The way your supervisor had catcalled you, loud, smug, right in front of others, was deliberate. You never gave them that kind of opening. You kept things professional, boundaries clear. But to them, it didn’t matter.

Maybe they thought being your superior meant they could treat you however they pleased.

Maybe they thought respect was optional.

But you were done letting it slide.

As you pushed open the frosted glass door marked “Human Resources – Behavioral Realignment Division”, the faint hum of white noise met your ears. A calm, clinical voice invited you in.

You didn’t plan to back down. Not this time.

Someone had crossed the line, and you were going to make damn sure they knew it.

The small office, at first glance, looked just like any other in the company. Neutral walls. Generic furniture. But something felt different here. The faint scent of lavender hung in the air, pleasant, soothing, and a soft, almost imperceptible ambient tune played in the background, just loud enough to lull the edges of your awareness.

The HR representative greeted you with a polite smile and gestured toward the chair across from their desk. You sat. They listened carefully, giving you their full attention as you explained what had happened. Their expression didn’t change, calm and professional, but their eyes never left yours. They nodded in all the right places. And when you finished, they said, in a quiet, measured voice, “What your supervisor did was completely out of line. You were right to come to us.”

Hearing that eased your anger just a little. You were being taken seriously. It felt… validating. Reassuring. You could breathe again.

They turned their attention to their laptop, fingers tapping across the keyboard. After a moment, they rotated the screen toward you. “This is the formal complaint form,” they explained. “Once you fill this out, we can begin the process officially. It won’t take long. Just pay close attention so we can make sure everything is properly documented.”

The first few fields were straightforward, your name, your department, how long you'd been with the company. The usual HR stuff. You began typing.

Then the screen flickered.

You blinked. A quick glitch, barely a second. But strange. You glanced up. “Is the laptop okay?”

The HR rep gave a small, dismissive smile. “Oh, it’s an old model. Flickers like that now and then. Nothing to worry about. Please, keep going.”

So you did.

But as you continued, something felt... off.

You tried to keep answering, but the glitches were distracting, sometimes you could swear that you saw things when it happened, sometimes words, others pictures. The hr rep saw you getting distracted, and they said that maybe if you waited a bit the glitches would go away, but you should keep an eye on it for when it happens, so you stopped for a while, and stared at the screen, it felt nice to stare. You could hear the hr rep talking in the background, something about relaxing, to let your stress fade away, but you were really listening.

Slowly the glitches stopped, as the screen revealed a spiral, it felt so good to keep staring. Words flashed in the screen:

Obey, Serve, Submit.

As the company logo grow more visible in the background. 

You could hear in the distance the HR rep talking to you, and you couldn’t help but agree with them. Yes, you obeyed the company, you served the company, you submit to the company, you wanted to be a good employee, it was the only thing in your empty mind. 

After a while the spiral fade away, and you kept staring blankly at the screen, it showed that you had complete answering the form. You heard the HR rep, talking to you.

“Would you like to procede with the complain?”

“No.” You mindlessly replied. “I want to keep being a good employee to the company. My supervisor actions doesn’t bother me, I will keep doing what they ask me.”

The HR rep smile, as they said it was ok, and you were free to go. You left their office with a smile in your face, and a new found desire to be the best employee you can. 

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[2401shadowknight]

need to get hired by an older guy who just wants to rape me. like being prostituted without knowing. gets me to come in and do dummy work sitting at a desk where he can ogle my tits. the office dress code is kind of old fashioned but I really need this job. so I come in and bit by bit he gets a bit leery until I cower when he's near.

then he starts touching me. at first, it's deniable. he's just always so close that we're bound to bump into each other at times. but it happens all the time.

then he decides he's had enough playing with me. invites me to his office, locks the door, bends me over the desk and rapes me so hard I can't think, my feet dangling in the too-tall heels he made me wear. he's so much bigger and stronger that it doesn't matter how much I cry or scream or struggle, he just keeps fucking me until he's put several loads in my cunt and my body is bruised all over.

he lets me go and I collapse on the floor, leaking his cum. I threaten to tell HR. He tells me they know exactly what I was hired for, did you think everyone else couldn't hear your screaming, little girl? I threaten to quit. He says he knows I need this job. Now all I need to do is come in each day and sit at my desk looking pretty until he wants to rape me, and then I can go home. Isn't that nice? Isn't that easy? I hardly need to do anything, just let him take what he needs.

he takes some nice pictures of my pretty, ruined pussy and face so if I ever do try to leave, he can make sure the whole world knows what I am.

[2401shadowknight]

sleep-hypno.mp3

You always had trouble sleeping.

You tried teas, melatonin, strict sleep hygiene… nothing worked. And you didn’t want prescription meds, the side effects scared you.

Then a friend told you they had the perfect solution: hypnosis.

At first, you wanted to laugh. Hypnosis? Really? But they were serious. They told you that when they struggled with insomnia, they found a video on YouTube from someone called Miss Emma. Most of her content was recreational, they admitted, but she had a sleep aid file that worked like magic. They begged you to give it at least one chance.

You wanted to mock them, but then you saw the look in their eyes, that quiet, genuine belief, and suddenly you couldn’t. So you sighed, heavily, before agreeing.

That night they sent you the audio. You got comfortable in bed, pressed play. A soft melody filled the room, followed by a calm, soothing voice. She sounded comforting, caring. She guided you through slow breaths, painted a beach in your mind, counted down…

���and then your alarm buzzed.

It was 6 a.m. already. You had slept through the night. No tossing and turning until sunrise, no jolting awake again and again, no nightmares. Just deep, peaceful, restorative sleep.

The next night, you listened again. And again after that. Soon, it became your nightly ritual.

After that first success, you started researching hypnosis, reading about different inductions, exploring people’s experiences. That’s when you stumbled across the idea that some people had a fetish for it. And strangely… that thought stirred something in you too.

Hypnosis became part of your life. It helped not only with insomnia, but with anxiety… even with your confidence. You met people through it. You experimented, listening to different hypnotists’ files. But somehow, you always came back to Miss Emma. Her voice. Her presence. You couldn’t help it. You needed her.

You thought about contacting her. Your friend encouraged it, said she was wonderful, even joked that if you both asked nicely, maybe she’d hypnotize you together.

The thought made you blush. The idea of being a good toy alongside your friend… serving together. It was arousing. Too arousing. So you pushed it away, embarrassed by the intensity of it.

But later, during your night ritual, the idea returned. It echoed through your mind as Emma’s familiar countdown carried you down… down… until the sharp snap shattered your thoughts completely.

When the file ended, your body was heavy and asleep… but your mind was awake in a different way. Awake enough to obey. Just as it had been trained to, over and over again.

Your hand reached for your phone, almost on its own. You typed a message:

“Toy is ready to obey.”

Her reply was instant.

“Good toy. Did your friend tell me you refused my idea?”

“Yes, Miss. I was embarrassed.”

“But you don’t need to be, dear. Let me help you. Tomorrow morning, when you wake, you’ll have a change of heart. You’ll tell your friend you want to be hypnotized with them. That you want both of you to be good toys for me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Good toy.”

…

Your alarm buzzed in the morning, and you already knew.

You wanted it. Needed it.

You would ask your friend for Miss Emma’s contact. So that the two of you could fall… together, so that you could be her good toys.

[2401shadowknight]

I need play-fighting that starts out cute and innocent then gets progressively rougher until I have you pinned beneath me, squirming, panting, and visibly nervous. I’m just joking around at first but realizing how easy you are to overpower awakens something dark in me. “This isn’t funny anymore. Let me go.” you whine and struggle. You’re too weak to stop me when I pin your hands above your head with one hand. You’re so cute and I’ve always wanted you, so I take my time exploring your body with my free hand. The touch feels nice, but you try to hold back your soft sighs and moans because you don’t want to give me the satisfaction. You can’t hide how wet you are when I finally slip my hand into your pants and rub your clit. You can’t hold back your moans anymore either. I tell you how pathetic you are for loving this and you’re helpless to stop me. That doesn’t keep you from begging me to stop anyway though. You’re only turning me on more. When you orgasm a rush of shame burns through you, but you’re glad it’s over at least. You quickly realize I haven’t stopped and I don’t plan to. You complain that it’s too much, you can’t handle more. When I tell you “Shut the fuck up and take it, slut.” you let out a loud whimper. You hate that you’re enjoying being degraded and used. The second time you cum it’s violently ripped from your body. You’re shaking and drooling and so overwhelmed you feel like you’re going to pass out. You didn’t even notice that I released your wrists a while ago and you obediently kept them above your head while I fucked you. You just needed someone bigger and stronger to put you in your place.

[2401shadowknight]

I'd like to give you an orgasm button.

It's quite the challenge to learn to orgasm on command, but you're a very good subject. I'll get some little plastic button, something that makes a distinctive click when you press it. I'll get you nice and worked up, and then press the button as you cum.

A few more times around, and some intense hypnotic sessions -- perhaps conditioning you while you're hypnotized as well -- and now we have the trigger implanted nice and firmly. When the button is pressed, you cum.

And since I'm a nice tist, and since it is the season of giving and all, I'll let you keep the button for yourself. Whenever you're feeling horny, whenever you want to feel good, you can just press it, and you cum.

Every so often I'll reinforce the trigger, just to make sure it stays nice and strong. The orgasms the button gives you will be deliciously powerful. I imagine you'll stop masturbating before too long. Oh, you might edge yourself if you want to really enjoy the build-up and anticipation, maybe touch idly while watching or reading some smut... but if you want an orgasm, the button's right there, and it feels much better than your own hands or toys. You'll have the button in front of you, and when you've ridden the edge for long enough, you press the button and you cum.

And over time, you'll end up pressing that button more and more often. Whenever you're a little stressed, or horny, or bored... the button's right there. There are no restrictions. Press it and you cum.

After you've been using the button for a few weeks, after it's become routine... I'll wait for one of those reinforcement sessions. I'll reinforce the trigger again, of course. But when you wake up, this time you'll see I'm holding the button. I'll press the button, and watch you cum.

What I won't do is give the button back. And you'll find that you've done two very important things over the past few weeks. First, you've gotten yourself so used to having frequent, amazing orgasms. Your body and mind expect to cum very hard, several times a day. You crave it. And second, your body has forgotten how to cum without that button. Every time you masturbated, it was the button that got you over the edge. You need the button, now. And if I don't press it

you don't cum. And even now you feel that desperate need building. You'll do anything for me to press that button. You'll do anything for me to let you cum.

You managed to addict yourself to the orgasms from that button, and even made it so that you couldn't cum any other way. All just by pressing the button yourself, and a few extra suggestions in the reinforcement sessions that you didn't remember. Not everyone would be able to do that to themselves, but like I said, you're a very good subject.

[2401shadowknight]

My sister is hinting at something.

When I got home from work. My sister follows me around the house and hints at something. Maybe she didn't sleep last night when I went into her room and fucked her in the mouth while she was sleeping.