Learning the ropes

I was excited to do more testing on Tina. I wanted to get out of her bed and try another room, though. So I placed 4 magnets on my hand and hers and pulled her with me to the living room. She happily followed me without even a sound.

I deactivated the magnets and sat down on her expensive leather couch. The first thing I wanted to test was if she could resist the attraction to the magnets if I ordered her to. I noticed she seemed more submissive than I expected when I used high levels of attraction on her. I expected the level of pull from greater than level-5 should have made her basically attack me. What I actually observed earlier that day was more begging from her, or at least her searching my eyes for a cue before she pleasantly “attacked” me.

“Tina, go stand over there by the TV for a minute,” I ordered while pointing to a spot in front of the TV.

“Why?” Tina asked confusedly.

“Because I want to try something. You’ll probably like it. Just humor me.”

Tina turned and walked towards the TV. She was still completely naked. I watched her cute pale butt sway until she turned back around.

“Ok, I want you to try and stand there as long as you can. Try to resist coming over here to give me a tit job.” I said.

Tina started to laugh at the absurdity of what I said, but before she could speak, I placed 5 magnets on my cock and between her lovely porcelain tits. Her laugh died in her throat as her hand darted up and rubbed between her mounds. She started to step forward, but I shook my head no at her and she stepped back. “I’m so sorry I laughed! Please let me come to you!” She begged.

I activated a 6th pair. She looked at me slightly more pleadingly and started using her hands to squeeze her tits together as she imagined my cock between them. She begged even more.

Seven. Tina started begging using dirtier words. Her chest flushed, and her face was a mixture of incredible arousal and anxiety. “David, please let me use my titties on your cock. I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

I stood up from the couch, and Tina took that as a cue and started to run toward me.

“No, go back to where you were. I’m not done teasing you yet.” I said

I wanted to test if she could resist as I got closer to her. Her breathing got more irregular as I approached her. It looked like her whole body was vibrating with need. I stood directly in front of the entranced girl. Her pretty green eyes looked up at me, dazed and pleading. She looked so submissive and so ****. I could barely resist just taking her right there.

She quietly begged, “please, David… I need you.”

I kissed her hungrily and grabbed one of her dainty hands by the wrist. I guided her hand up to my lips and gave it a gentle kiss. Then I made her trace along her neck, between her tits, and down to her wet pussy. She started rubbing her clit for me immediately. I enjoyed teasing her tits with my hands while she writhed under my touch.

After a moment, I stopped and stepped back a few feet to sit on the coffee table. I activated an 8th magnet. Tina moaned in frustration. Her legs got shaky, and she ended up gracefully kneeling as she lost the ability to easily stand. Her pussy was visibly dripping as she continued to finger herself. She was well beyond the ability to speak, but her entire body was clearly begging for me. After a moment, she started crawling toward me. I let her move this time, and she kneeled before me with her hands on her tits. Tina obeyed me and didn’t **** herself on me.

I activated a 9th pair, and nothing visibly changed. Tina's blank stare was beginning to look a little weird but still oddly arousing. She was still squirming and squeezing her tits slightly, though.

I activated a 10th pair, and she collapsed onto her back. I got up to check on her. She was fine but seemingly immobile other than slightly squirming and spreading her legs. “Ok, Tina, you can give me a tit job now,” I told her to see if she could move at all. She didn’t respond, but she did manage to roll her shoulders back to make her modest tits stick out more.

“So 10 is probably the limit of usefulness at close range. She basically turns into a sex doll at 10.” I thought to myself.

I decided to quickly try a couple more levels to ensure nothing else happened, and then I’d reward the poor girl.

At eleven, her eyes rolled back in her head, and her breathing relaxed to a normal resting state. She almost looked like she was in a trance.

I tried 12, and she completely passed out. Her breathing was still normal, so I wasn’t worried much, but I figured I shouldn’t push my luck any farther.

“You’ve been a good girl Tina. You were my perfectly obedient little test subject. I’ll give you a reward now.” I said to her.

I decided now was as good a time as any to test the effect of level 10-12 pleasure. Starting with 12, I just decided to fulfill the desire she already had for my throbbing cock between her tits. I straddled her chest and placed my cock between her mounds. Surprisingly there was no visible sign of any pleasure response from Tina.

In Tina’s head, though, things were being rewired rapidly at the expense of some random memories and her IQ. Her brain still subconsciously heard and felt everything happening to her. Her mind latched on to the phrase “good girl,” “perfectly obedient,” “test subject,” and the word “reward.” She soaked up the feeling of my cock between her tits, the scent of my body above her, the sound of my voice, and the slight moan I made as I rubbed against her chest. All these words, feelings, smells, and sounds were randomly tied together and haphazardly branched themselves directly to her pleasure center and subconscious.

I dropped the intensity down and climbed off of Tina leisurely. A tit job from a non-active participant wasn’t really my thing. It was a good thing I stopped. I’d later find that Tina’s IQ dropped 20% in that brief time, dropping her from average intelligence to the lower end of below average. It also caused other random memory loss. Tina forgot that giraffes existed, I’d later find out. On the plus side, Tina’s brain would also now send her a massive burst of pleasure as a “reward” for being called a good girl by me, giving me tit jobs, or making me moan. The phrase “perfectly obedient” was oddly tied to the sound of my voice and my scent. This made Tina’s mind smell and hear me whenever she obeyed and likewise made her feel the need to obey when she smelled me or listened to my voice. The wildcard thrown in from the haphazard rewiring was that the feeling of carpet on her back would make her want to be my “test subject”. The moral of the story is level 12 magnets do strange stuff, and it’s random every time. I would still be discovering changes in Tina from this event for years afterward.

With the magnets at level-11, I moved them to her pussy instead of her tits. At level-11, she looked to be in more of a trance again rather than fully passed out. I crawled between her already spread legs and guided my dick into her dripping slit. “You’re so wet for me!” I groaned. Tina’s hips pushed up to meet mine, and she let out a cute but subdued little moan.

Tina’s mind was undergoing changes again, but at this level, no damage was being done. The new connections were wired much more cleanly and efficiently than the brutal randomness of level-12. Her subconscious soaked up everything that happened while the magnets were connected at level 11. She immediately developed an addiction to having my cock inside her. Her pussy would receive much more powerful pleasure than usual from sex with me from then on too. Her mind also firmly attributed being “so wet for me” to the pleasure she was receiving. Tina would feel mild sexual pleasure just from being aroused, thanks to this change.

I again didn’t want to spend much time on these higher amounts of magnets, so I dropped her down to 10. Tina’s eyes opened but were glassy and unfocused. Her back arched, and I moaned as her pussy rippled around my cock. Her pretty freckled face was contorted in pure pleasure. I thrust into her spasming pussy while kissing her deeply. I couldn’t take much more of her constant orgasm; I felt my own fast approaching. I came again for the second time in barely an hour. It felt like I was filling her tight little pussy to the brim.” Fuck Tina, you’re such a good little cumslut.” I moaned as finally stopped cumming into the petite girl. I deactivated all the magnets and pulled out of her pussy.

Tina didn’t pass out very long this time. The first time a subject feels level 10 or above, pleasure is the most shocking to their system. After that, it becomes less mentally taxing. Under level 10, Tina was vaguely conscious this time. She could feel the earlier addiction to my cum and making me cum, grow a bit. Now instead of craving my cum only in her mouth, she also craved it in her cunt. Being called a cumslut also slightly turned her on now, and she would find herself wanting me to call her a cumslut occasionally.

After a couple of minutes, Tina opened her eyes and rolled over on top of me. She excitedly gave me a quick passionate kiss, then said, “I feel, like… sooo different, my head is fuzzy. Did you literally fuck my brains out?”

“Well, I hate to say it, cutie, but I think I might have.” I laughed and replied to my apparently slightly bimboized high school sweetheart. The strange thing is I didn’t feel bad about this. Some dark voice in the back of my head told me she was meant to be this way.

“That’s OK; I don’t really need brains to be your cumslut, do I? She teasingly asked, then kissed my neck and deeply breathed in my scent. The rewired neurons in her head fired, filling her with a need to obey me.

I watched her emotions shift entirely before my eyes from being in control and teasing to being obedient and begging.

“David, I want to be a good girl for you,” she said reverently. “Please tell me how.”

“Well, let’s see… I think a good girl would call me master.” I began, but then Tina collapsed onto my chest when I said, “good girl.” I pretty quickly made a connection to most of what was going on. I realized I had accidentally trained her mind with the pleasure I had given her earlier.

“Yes, master!” She said and then moaned in pleasure when I called her a good girl again.

“Ok, cutie, I don’t think either of us needs to go another round tonight, so how about you clean yourself up, and then let’s go to bed?” I told her.

“Yes, master, you’re probably right. But if you decide you want my tits, please just fuck them! They belong to you!” She said dreamily as she fantasized about my cock between her tits again. I snapped my finger and brought her back to the real world after watching her hand compulsively rub between her porcelain mounds a few times. “Sorry! I’ll go clean up!” She said.