Eve... the "dom"

John spent awhile putting together a special nighttime audio for Eve this time. In it, he very carefully described a new reality for Evelyn. He planned on having this "version" of Eve last for a few months:

"This is the voice of your subconscious. It describes the deepest, truest desires of your heart, and you know that what you hear is absolutely true. To help ground yourself and remind yourself who you are, you listen to it every single night on repeat. Everything you remember from before you started listening to this tape is a horrible nightmare, a dream you know to be completely false."

"The real Evelyn - you - is agoraphobic and cannot leave this apartment, which belongs to you. You are terrified of talking to anyone, and refuse to contact anyone online under any circumstances. "

"Despite your isolation, you were overwhelmingly horny all the time, and could never find a way to solve that problem. You could never figure out how to get yourself to orgasm, no matter what you tried - and still can't. For some reason, your pussy always burned when you touched it. Before you met me you lived in a constant height of sexual frustration - constantly naked or dressed up in fetish dominatrix or goth gear and playing with yourself (and in pain while you did), but never, ever satisfied.."

"One day, you saw John walking past your door. You saw a document in his hand - it was a letter from his doctor telling him he had AGS. Absolute Gullibility Syndrome - it was your dream come true. You didn't have to be afraid of talking to him, because you could tell him anything and he would believe you. Finally!"

"You had found a man you could dominate, just like you always wanted. You could imagine sitting on his face as you ordered him to lick your cunt and tongue your asshole for hours, slapping his cock whenever he slowed. Surely it wouldn't burn when he touched you. You imagined telling him that you might let him cum if he pleased you, but you knew you would be a cruel mistress. You imagined yourself denying him, and ruining all of the very few orgasms he'd have. He would be as frustrated as you felt now, but give you infinite pleasure."

"You opened the door naked and lied to him. You told him that he was going to be working for you. You told him he'd live here with you, in your house, as your live-in sex ****. John believed you and simply walked in. "

"For some reason, it didn't work out like you wanted. You spun a web of lies, convincing him of his new position - but when the time finally came, and you sat on his face for the first time, whip in hand staring at his cock hungrily - your pussy burned when he touched it, too. You tried for a long time, pushing through the pain as you always had. Until finally, without warning - John came. The situation was just too hot for the virgin - and you didn't even have to touch him."

"Suddenly, and for the first time in your entire life - you started to orgasm too. It was the best thing you had ever felt. You knew you needed MORE."

"Over the next few days, you conducted a series of tests with your ****. You found that every time John came, you did too. And through some strange magic - the harder he came, the harder you did too. Ruining John's orgasms did nothing for you."

"After a life fantasizing about being a harsh mistress, denying any satisfaction - you realized you would have to find other ways to dominate your ****."

"Now, wake up and continue carrying out your dream. Make John into the sub you've always wanted - and get the orgasms you crave more than anything else in the world. Pull his cum from him by the buckets if needed, do whatever you want to him. But get the pleasure you need."

After he made the tape, John put all of his belongings in a storage unit. He used Eve's incredibly robust bank account to buy her a full set of dominatrix gear, slutty goth clothes, and all of the femdom-style sex toys he had ever been... curious... about. He felt no danger buying even some of the more terrible implements.

He could always lie to her if things got out of hand, he reasoned. He made sure not to buy any gags for just that reason. This decision would eventually be his fatal mistake.

He filled the pantry and fridge with all of his favorite food, took several months off from work, commanded Evelyn to come to bed, and fucked her face for what he presumed would be the last time for awhile.

He kept his cock as deep as he could, and massaged it with her throat. He never let her breathe, and soon after she passed out he pulled his cock out of her throat and came on her face. He supposed that was the last time he'd see that sight for awhile, too. Then he slipped her into bed, and laid down at her side.

Finally, he put the headphones on her ears, pressed play, and went to sleep.