Pavlov's Eveline

I took control of Veronica and got out of bed. It was well into the morning, so Jessica should have left for work by now. Eveline should also be hanging around the house so there's no time to waste. besides, this body is hungry.

Getting out of bed I put on a white tank top and left the room. I could briefly see my nipples showing through the fabric but it didn't matter.

I walked out and headed for the kitchen. As I was walking I could hear the sound of the TV in the living room and walked over to take a brief look. There was Eveline dressed comfortably. Black shorts with white stripes and a camisole was what she was wearing. After sensing my arrival her gaze fell on me.

"Hi mom." I greeted using Veronica's memories. Eveline was concentrating on her show so she said a quick good morning to me and kept

[watching.

As

](http://watching.As) she walked I felt the connection with the little sphere inside her. Eveline was still focused on her show. "On the kitchen table is your breakfast, honey.” She called out. The hunger in this body momentarily overcame my desire to test my ability so I went to get the plate of food first.

After grabbing the plate of toast that had been left on the table, I went into the living room and sat down next to Eveline. Eveline was so engrossed in some documentary of whatnot that I knew it was the perfect time to try the

[orb.

As

](http://orb.As) i brought the toast to my mouth I gave a command. Let's start with something funny "Eveline. Yell pussy.” I pricked up my ears waiting for the scream but contrary to my expectations there was no apparent change in eveline. I frowned slightly. "Eveline move your hand"-"Eveline jump"-"Eveline jiggle your breasts."

I blurted out command after command but none seemed to affect Eveline. I was frustrated so I blurted out something ****. "I hope your palms hurt." And it happened.

"Ow." A small squeak came out of Eveline’s mouth. Her gaze went a little unfocused and she quickly went back to looking at her palms. A little confused I asked "Is everything ok mom?" Eveline still looking at her dazed hands replied stuttering "Y-yes honey it was nothing."

Eveline decided to ignore what had just happened but I didn't let it go. It had been me that caused this, that was obvious. But the question is why? A little intrigued, I shifted my focus. "Eveline, your feet are feel like they are being tickled." Eveline suddenly started laughing uncontrollably, as she gripped her feet. I said "Stop" as if a switch was going on in her head and she stopped laughing.

I did some more tests like some phantom pains or making her laugh with some serious parts of the documenta we were watching. It seems that unlike Jessica, I can control her sensations and slightly control her emotions.

Intrigued that a somewhat **** answer came out of my head. Maybe it's because I did it with less energy than the other one. I was not convinced with that explanation but it seemed to make sense.

I was lost in thought and at some point Eveline had gotten up to go to the bathroom. waking up from my reverie I still had the plate with no toast left on it in my hands, I was just about to take it to the kitchen but something caught my eye on the tv.

Narrator: "Pavlov's experiment involved dogs learning to associate the bell with food. Initially, the dogs naturally salivated when they saw food. However, Pavlov discovered something surprising."

Narrator: "By ringing a bell just before giving them food repeatedly, the dogs began to associate the sound of the bell with food. Over time, the bell alone triggered the salivation response, even when they weren't given real food."

Narrator: "In simple terms, Pavlov's dog represents the brain's ability to associate a stimulus and generate a reaction. This concept is not only applicable to animals."

Watching the narrator's simple explanation, the final part stuck in my head, and I thought about it for a while until Eveline came back into the room. As i watched her, an idea popped into my head. What if I tried to dominate Eveline through stimulation?

A scientific cur arose in me. I would give Eveline pleasure when she obeyed me and pain when she didn't. The more I thought about the idea the better it sounded. It didn't hurt to try. Besides, until I figured out what to do with the sphere, it would be another way to have fun.

I turned to "mom" and gave my first command. "Mom, can you take the plate to the kitchen?”