Back to Mac’s Apartment

Hana and I didn’t spend much more time together. We chatted a few moments about our projects. I humbly bragged that I’d already completed mine but still needed to do a bit more beta testing to be fully satisfied.

My formerly dominant friend still seemed more or less herself once she relaxed around me, but I could see the changes—I liked what I saw, too.

She talked just a little higher pitched, laughed just a bit louder at my jokes, and gave me her full attention constantly. Not to mention her arousing attire, overtly sexual body language, and ever-present signs of a growing oral fixation.

I knew that the slightest tap on the back of her head would have her diving straight back to my cock to suck me in earnest, but I gave it a rest.

After a quick car ride, I dropped her off at her car back on campus. As she sprinted across the parking lot to her car, I couldn’t help but laugh at what was probably going through her mind. The second she left my side, her scandalous clothing choice and insecurities likely wrought intense embarrassment. I also knew she was feeling exhilaration, too. “You’re going to make a good little embarrassed exhibitionist my little firecracker,” I whispered before accelerating away from the lot.

My car was devoid of any sounds save for the quiet drone of the engine and the dull thunks of the jointed concrete pavement. The near silence helped to focus my thoughts.

I mused about my two girls. Leah was now my girlfriend and was heavily trained on how to please me. Hana, on the other hand, decided she needed me as her dominant and likely at the point of hopeless addiction to sucking my cock.

“So, how do I move forward?” I said while tapping my steering wheel impatiently at a red light.

Both girls were quickly converging on being love slaves. Sure, I realized my lack of creativity there, but most of my fantasies aligned with that type of subservience. What I needed to keep things fresh and exciting were quirks. Hana’s exhibitionism and oral fixation would be fun to continue, I realized. Leah needed a more specific quirk, though—other than being a virtual encyclopedia of my porn preferences.

My limits with Leah were essentially null. Her family trusted me implicitly, and I’d have no problem getting them under the VR headset if their suspicions were raised. She also had some hot friends who would probably find themselves seeing Leah and me in a different, more pleasing light regardless of whether they got suspicious or not.

The squeal of worn brakes filled the air as I pulled into the driveway. Plans and ideas ran rampant through my mind as I walked to the door and turned the key.

“Masterrr!” A voice trilled through the doorway. My maroon-haired roommate-turned-sex **** kneeled in front of the doorway with not a stitch of clothing adorning her voluptuous body. “You’re finally home! Your little slut has missed you soooooo baaaad!”

I simultaneously kicked the door closed behind me and yanked Leah off the ground and into a passionate embrace. “So, what has my lonely girl been doing all alone today?” I asked as she melted into my body.

“Do you remember the post-hypnotic suggestions you gave me, Master?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh, absolutely! I’m delighted at how well they worked out, too.”

“Well, they are a little distracting!” Leah said with a grin. “I can’t help but just sit and daydream about pleasing you… being controlled by you… my mind barely lets anything else in… I-it’s sooooo hot!”

I led the nude beauty to the living room so I could get more comfortable. “Is that right?” I smirk. “Which suggestions have you so… focused?”

Leah’s eyes glazed over slightly as she began to recite. “I will remember every millisecond of the porn videos, every word from your favorite stories, and most importantly, everything I learned about pleasuring you with my body. These memories will take so much space in my mind; it will be almost impossible not to be constantly thinking about being fucked by you... oh, and I will always be wet and horny for you, has quite an effect on me too!”

At the end of her recital of commands, her bubbly demeanor flushed back over her face. “Ha! I can see how constantly thinking about being fucked by me could make your focus on other things in life… a bit difficult,” I laughed at her predicament while stripping out of my own clothes. “I could calm down those commands a bit if you want,” I stated with complete insincerity.

Leah shook her head side to side vigorously and moved to straddle my hips as I lay down on the couch. “No, No! I have to insist…”

“…Insist that I never deprogram you.” I interrupted her and completed her sentence. “I know, I know, you LOVE how I brainwashed you. I hope you know how happy I am that I screwed up your cute little head so much.”

Leah just moaned as the sound of my voice brought forward the artificially intensified memory of her “hypnosis” even more prominently. Her desire for me had been compounding for hours while I played with my other toy.

I could feel Leah’s wet thighs against my body while she ground against me with increasing desperation. Her shallow breaths and moans brought me to full hardness very quickly. Leah also rapidly lost control of herself and let my cock slip into her eager wet hole. There was no resistance, just velvety wetness. Leah didn’t need foreplay anymore. Every waking moment of her life without my cock inside her was foreplay for her.

Leah’s expert technique, thanks to my training, was tantamount to bliss. No mere mortal man could stave off an orgasm from such a well-programmed toy for very long. I didn’t even try. It didn’t matter if I lasted 1 minute or 1 hour. Leah was cumming her brains out either way. Just a few careful keystrokes, and she’d remember cumming her very soul out too.

“You’re mine, Leah!” I screamed as I spurted every remaining drop of essence into her clenching pussy.

She collapsed into me and kissed me, thankfully. Her body shook and shuddered against mine as we gasped for air.

“Leah, I think it’s time to call it a day,” I said while stroking her silky hair. “We should invite some people over tomorrow. I’ll tell Hana… You should invite your friend Callie. I’ve been dying to get to know her much, much better.”

Leah sleepily replied, “Oh… okay! W-we won’t be able to fuck if we have friends over, though.”

“Don’t you worry about that. I always take care of my girls…” I growled cryptically. Just remind me I have something to show you on my VR headset tomorrow morning. Callie will want to see it too…”

We both drifted off to sleep with ease and contentment. In two vastly different ways, both of our minds had been filtered and changed. Our dreams, personalities, and emotions are defined by electrochemical processes. New experiences and memories can reshape the very structure of the mind. When the mind encounters something particularly impactful, the change can be ****. A dominant and self-assured woman can turn into a submissive, wanton plaything. A dull, ambivalent boy can turn into a corrupt, ambitious man. All it takes is a few keystrokes. Which side of the keyboard we were on didn’t really make a difference.

**The End**

I planned to write more on this story, but the ADHD hyper fixation is gone lol. I wanted to put together the semblance of an ending at least though! I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to add your own chapters!