Hana gets some submissive thoughts

“Too easy!” I exclaimed gleefully as the formerly self-assured girl became putty in my hands. “Let’s see if we can make you a bit more subservient.”

The wheels on Hana’s chair squeaked while I dragged her closer to my laptop. The memories in the default sorting remained unchanged, which meant our tryst didn’t exceed the importance of the artificially inflated memories of her masturbating to me. It was a bit disheartening that I couldn’t apply filter weighting to future memories.

My spirits lifted when I found the memory of our little study break was just below the most heavily altered memories. I realized after seeing the weights of the tags in the memory that what I had just thought wasn’t exactly true. I remembered the tag weights from her sexual memories before I altered them. This new unaltered memory had significantly higher weights on lust and pleasure-based tags than any of her original memories. Her orgasm was at least twice as powerful as the best one she’d ever experienced in reality. It didn’t compete with the orgasms in her altered memories, but there was still something to be analyzed about the finding.

A possible explanation came to mind since it certainly wasn’t my sexual prowess that increased her feelings that high. Maybe increasing the weight of tags does have some residual effect on tags of future memories. IE, I upped all of her remembered orgasms while thinking of me to an absurd 5x standard. This resulted in the real deal being 2x normal. I wished it was a 1:1 ratio. Scratching my head, I wondered if there was a way to tighten the gap at least.

After a moment, the solution came to me. If I continually increased the tags on her recent memories after we had sex, she’d always remember the sex as mind-blowing, regardless of how disappointing it was in reality before I adjusted her. Eventually, that residual effect on her feelings would probably exceed her actual physical capacity, and then it wouldn’t even matter anymore. “Man, I wish I would have minored in psychology!” I exclaimed. “Maybe I can… encourage an attractive grad student to help me out.

Shaking my head clear, I focused back on the task at hand. “The only way to prove a hypothesis is by experimentation.” I thought.

I attacked her most recent memory of our bit of fun like an unethical surgeon. I removed most negative emotions but left or added a few.

You see, submission is a dyad, an emotion created from combining two other primary emotions. Submission is the combination of fear and trust. It’s more complicated than that, though. If someone trusts and fears you, they will submit, but that’s not the kind I wanted. The kind of submission I wanted from her would require her to fear something other than me. Something only I could “protect” her from. I wanted her to fear being alone and be slightly insecure with herself. It sounds horrible, but it is how our animal brains work. Dominance is equally distasteful as a combination of anger and trust. I briefly pondered what in my life spurred on the anger that led to my love of being dominant. I dismissed the thought as nothing but a distraction.

Refocusing my thoughts, I realized I’d also need to feed love into her mental mix. Joy and trust build into love, just like trust and fear build into submission. What I wanted her to feel was enthrallment. My lizard brain told me the recipe would be similar to love+submission+ecstasy+admiration.

**Plutchik’s wheel is where I’m getting these additive schemes for emotions. It’s worth a deep dive if you are interested**

With squinted eyes, I added the tag (INSECURITY AND SELF) along with ECSTASY, ADMIRATION, ENTHRALLMENT, INFATUATION, LOVE, ADORATION, ENTHUSIASM, and TRUST. I adjusted my targeted tag weights liberally skyward while also tamping down the tag for PRIDE, but not entirely. I still wanted her to be proud of her body, but I needed her to seek my approval eventually.

I spent quite some time using the same blunt scalpel to fine-tune the memory. Hana would remember the events from our tryst according to my desires.

In the edited version of events, Hana was much more **** and helpless. In my version, she was so unbearably horny and caught up in her fantasy that she desperately begged me to fuck her mouth. She would also remember being in awe at my body and feeling ever-increasing ecstasy the rougher I used her. She’d remember me making her ****, pulling her hair, holding her down, spanking her ass. What’s more, she’d remember begging me to do it when I showed a little hesitation. She’d remember trying to convince me to fuck her even though I didn’t have a condom and remember feeling her trust for me grow because of my restraint while she was basically in heat for me. Finally, instead of saying that we should just be friends with benefits, she would remember being rendered speechless from the orgasm I gave her and feeling a spark of love begin to ignite in her heart for me.

Returning to the filters tab, I applied the tags ALIENATION, INSECURITY, and LONELINESS (with very low weight) to all memories that did not have a MAC tag. I also globally reduced the PRIDE tag by 20%. With one final stroke of evil or genius, I added highly weighted tags of BELONGING, CONTENTEDNESS, ADMIRATION, and LONGING to all memories that included my MAC tag.

Sure, I could have just slammed LOVE and HORNY tags over all of her emotions, but I wanted to really try and fine-tune Hana and learn what all the tags did. Leah could be my test bunny for just going full emotional lobotomy style.

I cleared the search window and set the sort back to default. I was pleased to see that Hana’s altered memory of sucking my cock was at the top of her most important memories by a long shot!

With that triumph established, I executed all commands, saved her memories to my backups, and pulled off her headset.

I closed down my program and locked my computer as Hana roused from her trance once again.

Hana eventually stretched cutely and then went back to programming as if nothing had happened. I pretended to work while I watched her from the corner of my eye. She made surreptitious glances at me multiple times, and I was pleased to see her oral fixation with having pens in her mouth was even worse now with one more BLOWJOB-tagged memory at the top of her psyche.

After a few minutes, she let out a frustrated groan and turned to me. “Mac, can you help me out here?” She asked with a cuter, higher-pitched voice than usual. “I don’t think I can figure this out on my own.”

In the few years I knew Hana, she had NEVER outright asked for help or claimed she couldn’t figure something out. This was a huge personality change. “Of course! Let me see.”

I stood beside her just as I had before when she, at least in her mind, begged to suck my cock. I could tell my position was having its intended effect. I could almost hear her heart rate increasing with my closeness. I bet her mind couldn’t help but endlessly replay the pleasing, over-the-top memory I shoved into her brain.

I could already recognize a few of the issues after a quick scroll. They were just the tiny things that you can’t see after staring at your own work for too long. She would have certainly caught them if she looked at her code the next day.

“Get up and let me fix this for you,” I commanded firmly but respectfully.

Hana obeyed and awkwardly stood beside me as I took her seat. I smirked when I noticed her legs were shaking. I didn’t know if the actual orgasm I gave her caused that or if the psychosomatic effect of retroactively increasing it did. Either way, the thought of her literally being weak in the knees for me was exhilarating. My cock hardened again as my ego inflated even further.

“You’ve been quiet ever since you squirted all over my hand,” I said nonchalantly while typing. “To be clear, I’m not complaining at fucking all, but that was quite sudden! Are you ok after how rough we were?”

Hana bit her lip and stifled a moan as the intensified memory burned through her mind again. “S-sorry, I’ve never been like that before… at least not outside my bedroom.” She rapidly spoke and then froze with wide eyes. “N-Not that I get that crazy alone in my room either!!”

I held back a giggle at her expense. The INSECURITY tags on all of her memories had undoubtedly caused some embarrassment. “Easy, Hana, I think it’s hot!” I said soothingly, “You don’t have to be insecure or embarrassed around me. Just be your normal sexy self, ok?”

She relaxed, and a smile found her lips. “You know, you’re right.” She said with more confidence. “I can’t think of a single time I felt like I truly fit in, except when I’ve been with you. Maybe my body was just pushing me to be with you finally… The one thing I don’t understand is why I went all submissive! I’ve always been in control in the bedroom! Even in my fantasies, I’m in control.”

I finished typing and loudly slammed the enter key to emphasize how easily I fixed her issue. The code ran, and the incomplete program opened with no errors. “Sometimes you need someone to guide you through something with their different perspective,” I said. “Based on your performance earlier, I’d bet money you are a closeted submissive who’s just been looking for the right man to show you the pleasures of letting go.”

I kicked back from her desk and stood tall beside her, looking down into her wide, surprised eyes. Her face bore a confusing mask of incredulity and intrigue. “You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?” She replied with a lighthearted scoff.

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a forceful but passionate kiss. She squealed in surprise but quickly became enthusiastically compliant to me.

Without warning, I let her go and strode away to back up my stuff. I smiled at her shocked, aroused expression and her heaving chest. I had absolutely no doubt that my filter edits successfully put her on the path I wanted.

“Hana, I am indeed full of myself,” I confidently told her as I swung my backpack over my shoulder. “But I want you to think about what we did today and how it felt. I think you’ll see I’m right. I’ll see you Tuesday!”

I closed the door and left without looking back. Hana had a lot to think about, and I was looking forward to her reaction on Tuesday. Not that it mattered; I’d just modify her memories until I got exactly what I wanted.