Every day is different

For the next few months, every day was different. John put some new audio into her nighttime headphones - repeatedly wiping her memory, helping her understand that everything until that point was just a bad dream, and reminding her that once she got through her memory-wipe-driven confusing and hallucinatory night of licking John's dick, everything would make sense once she heard John's explanation in the morning.

Then, every day John would tell her who she was. Only three constants existed (written into the overnight brainwash audio - Eve wasn't even aware of the commands): Eve wasn't allowed to contact anyone else, she had to do everything John said, and her pussy was *always* burning.

Sitting at work after several months, John smiled. Thinking back over the recent weeks, he had so many memories to cherish.

Some days, John was generous:

"Eve, you and I have been married for years. You feel loved and safe when you're with me, and know I have your best interests at heart. I take care of you, and you take care of me. You want nothing more than to make me as happy as you can, every second of the day, doing whatever you think I might want. You are barren, but want a child more than anything in the whole world. You took some meds that should fix that - but they also make your pussy burn. Still, you push through it. You spend most of every day planning out how to get the greatest amount of cum possible from my dick into your pussy. You spend the rest cleaning the apartment, massaging me, and doing anything else you, my loving wife, think I might want."

That day, Evelyn had cooked his favorite meal, then rode him on the countertop as he ate it. He saw her wince as his cum splashed against her burning pussy walls - but she smiled and pressed him as deep as she could, then asked for more.

"Eve, you are a scientific marvel. Even the slightest touch from another person, anywhere on your body, causes you to start orgasming. It would feel infinitely wonderful, if they weren't so powerful as to almost cramp all your muscles. They're so powerful they blank your mind out, and all you can do is writhe in pleasure until that person lets go. You *love* it when people touch you - anywhere at all, no matter how painful or unusual."

That day, he learned two things. First, it's genuinely hard to hold someone who wont stop spasming down so that you can get a good fuck - especially when they're covered in sweat from continually orgasming for hours. The second is that if someone keeps orgasming for over 12 hours, they pass out. For the last 2 hours, she was begging him to stop.

"Evelyn, my friend. I've been a longtime trusted roommate of yours. We've been good friends for ages. Sadly, your pussy is broken. It's bleeding and you don't know why. It's done that your whole life, and doctors have no idea what to say about that. Luckily, you have adapted to this. Your mouth has no gag reflex and every inch of your throat feels like your clit did - before it started burning. The only way you can cum is with a dick down your throat, and you absolutely love it. I'm your sexually conservative roommate, and you're going to spend all day today trying to trick me into putting my dick in your mouth. You don't remember I said any of this to you, but you still know it's all true."

Eve actually started by asking for help with a dirty throat! He wondered whether her "dreams" might have prompted that. Eventually, she massaged his back gently until he fell asleep, then tried to sneak his dick into her mouth. John woke when she couldn't stop cumming, screaming into his hips. Felt like old times.

But after he woke, he made sure to be a supportive roommate. He'd let her deepthroat him as much as she wanted all day - if she did all the laundry, cooking, and cleaning. Well, she knew a good deal when she heard one!