Leah gets some experimental training

With a thump, the door to my apartment closed behind me. I could tell Leah hadn’t gotten out of bed yet, but that wasn’t unusual. It was still before noon, and she liked to take Sundays very slowly.

I had initially intended to spend more time tuning Hana to my liking the entire day, but part of me wanted to see how close she would get to my ideal… specifications, so to speak, if I let my current changes simmer a bit. I’d keep my hands off until she came to me… or at least until I got tired of waiting.

Despite the fantastic orgasm I’d had earlier, I was still semi-hard and ready for more. It seemed discovering a software that unlocked almost all of my fantasies really did a number on my libido. It felt like an awakening, though I don’t believe the author Kate Chopin would approve of my version.

While awaiting Leah, I planned how I wanted to spend the next dozen hours enjoying her body and training her mind. With Hana, I was using the method of retaining and modifying all of her existing memories and then emphasizing new memories where she did what I wanted her to do. My goal with her was to sequentially increase her submission, love, etc until she became my willing toy but still could be more or less normal.

Leah had been my lifelong friend. If anything, she should get the same treatment or better than Hana. But something about how close we were and how she completely trusted me just made me want to make her belong to me even more. Enthralling, Leah was too deliciously devious to pass up. She was also simply convenient. I could just walk into her room, slip the headset over her sleeping eyes, and mind-control her with zero effort.

Leah was going to get even blunter treatment than Hana. It just made sense. I could spend hours, days even, toying with her memories, and no one would know. I’d just have her tell her friends she’s sick and staying home. Locking her into LOVE and HORNY tagged emotions the previous day was a blast, and seeing her change when the new memories were reintegrating into her psyche was fun too. I decided I’d maintain the same style of experimentation on her and see how she differs from Hana at the end.

I put a pizza in the oven and sat scheming in anticipation for Leah to wake up. I was pleased to hear her shower running just as my pizza was done baking.

It wasn’t long before the maroon-haired beauty came sashaying out of her room. She yawned and sat down at the breakfast bar beside me. It was apparent she was planning to have a lazy day inside. She wore her favorite athletic booty shorts and a plain cotton t-shirt. No makeup adorned her tired face this morning. If I didn’t miss my guess, I figured she’d spent quite some time masturbating to the memories of our fun the night before. The poor thing probably wore herself out.

Leah looked tense, sitting beside me. A slight flush of red colored her cheeks. If it was arousal, embarrassment, anxiety, or all three, I wasn’t sure. Whatever the case, she was uncomfortable. I wasn’t, so I broke the ice.

“Look, Leah. You don’t need to feel uncomfortable around me. I don’t think of you any different after last night.” I soothingly lied. “Nothing has to be different now. Want a slice of pizza?”

Leah relaxed slowly and then stifled a laugh. Soon, we were laughing like hyenas at the absurdity of talking about a sexual rendezvous and pizza in the same breath. Absurd or not, it showed Leah I was unbothered and allowed her to relax.

When our laughing died down, she replied. “Thanks, Mac. I’m not sure how I feel about last night. I still don’t regret it. Let’s just go back to normal for now. And yes, I’ll take a slice, please!”

We hung out and ate together for a while before I brought up the “photo searching” program I made. Since I had deleted her memory of the last time I told her, she was excited to test it out again. Seeing her fall for the same trick again over and over would probably never get old, I imagined.

I brought my computer and the VR headset out again and had her pair her smartwatch to my computer. I made a mental note to order my own smartwatch, so I wouldn’t need to do anything but have my target put a pre-paired one on.

Leah gleefully placed the headset over her eyes, blissfully unaware she was sealing her future to be according to my whims.

I rubbed my hands together in excitement as her memories came flooding into my software. First things first, I searched for MASTURBATE and sorted by recent to see if I was correct about her wearing herself out while thinking of me. Right at the top of the list was a full-hour memory of her pleasuring herself. The MAC tag was prominently weighted, and no other names were listed. The memory notes listed multiple orgasms while she replayed the rough fucking I gave her through her mind until she passed out. I didn’t need to edit much this time. I upped the weights of all the tags until it became her second most important memory, and I added a slight tag of LONELINESS and GUILT. In the notes, I added a few words about her feeling guilty and lonely for not including me in her fun.

The good news for Leah is that I knew exactly how she could make it up to me. She was going to help me create new memories from scratch. I filtered out all of her memories until there was nothing left after making a new backup.

After removing her headset and waiting the usual minute it takes for the subject to awaken, Leah still looked entirely blank.

She sat perfectly still and looked straight ahead with full, blank eyes. When my fingers crossed back and forth in front of her face, her pupils did not follow. I lifted her pliant arms and pulled off her t-shirt, then lifted her ass and removed her shorts and panties. Out of fairness, I stripped, too, and let my cock bounce free in front of her vacant eyes.

“Leah, stand up!” I ordered.

Unsurprisingly, she didn’t budge. I had already seen this effect the first time I tested my device. I hypothesized that her brain would eventually soak in enough stimulus and observation to be reborn and become a functional person after a total memory erasure. However, I wouldn’t be testing that today. Instead, I tested for physical responses.

I pinched her soft, pink nipples, and I was pleasantly surprised to see them harden. Next, I slipped my finger into her mouth out of curiosity. When she started to suckle on my fingertips, I stared in disbelief. I wasn’t aware that was a primary physical response after nursing age. Obviously, my first thought was to fuck her face, but I did not have any desire to find a biting reflex accidentally…

Instead, I knelt and began gently massaging her inner thighs and around her pussy. After a few moments, she began making little sighs and moans of pleasure. I could feel the heat increasing around her groin until, finally, the tiniest amount of juices appeared at her now engorged slit. I used the wetness as lube and began fingering her clit and depths with both hands. Her moans increased, and her body reacted almost like normal by arching her back, squirming, etc. Without the mind's ability to think, the body’s physical arousal runs unchecked. Her pussy became a dripping wet mess, her legs automatically spread as wide as they could, and her hips desperately tried to get my fingers deeper and closer to her fertile womb.

When I pulled my soaked fingers out of her pussy her body stopped all of its squirming and movements instantly. I figured I’d learned enough about this state to move on, but first, I dragged Leah down onto the carpeted floor before moving the computer and headset beside her.

I entered her impossibly soaked cunt with no resistance, and her legs and hips desperately tried to **** my cock all the way to her cervix. For a few moments, I enjoyed the feeling, but finally, I placed the headset back upon her head, which made her immediately limp. Her pussy relaxed completely, and I greatly enjoyed the unique feeling of lazily fucking her dripping wet but entirely relaxed hole while I worked on her memories.

As expected, there was now one memory in her files. It had no tags, but it did have notes with dry recollections of only physical feelings and instinctual responses. I made two changes. I wrote in the notes that Leah became self-aware when my cock entered her cunt. I added that she instinctually knew she needed to listen to and obey me completely to learn how to exist. The tags for SUBMISSIVE AND PLEASURE grabbed my attention while searching through the interface. Both were dyad emotions likely. Hana and I had already deconstructed SUBMISSIVE to be FEAR+TRUST. With an educated guess, I assumed PLEASURE would be JOY+SURPRISE. With Hana, I used the base emotions and added them to equal my target emotion, but that was because I was editing her entire history at once, which meant balancing her emotions would require more variables. With Leah, my plan was to only play around with her recent memories at first. Luckily, I already knew that compound emotion tags could work without including their building blocks. That’s why using just the LOVE tag (which is theoretically JOY+TRUST) the previous night still worked. The AI almost certainly had its own cocktail of emotional variables to create the responses each tag brings out.

With a groan, I pulled out of Leah’s relaxed cunt and lifted her back onto the couch.

With a click, I executed the changes and removed her headset. If luck were on my side, one memory of her essentially being molested by me, along with the two tags, would make her slightly more reactive.

Her gorgeous sage green eyes remained blank and lifeless after a minute had ticked past. My face turned to a frown as I wondered what had gone wrong. “Is anyone home in there?” I asked while tapping her forehead lightly. “Look at me.”

Leah’s glassy eyes suddenly flicked to meet mine. When I moved, they followed. It would have been creepy if she wasn’t blinking normally. “Woah! Ok, someone is home in there.” I exclaimed in surprise. “Can you speak?”

Silence filled the room until I realized that was a stupid question. She needed commands.

“You will verbally answer me anytime I ask you a question.” I firmly ordered. “Can you speak?”

“Yessssss.” She slurred robotically.

“Good girl!” I praised her despite the fact she had no idea what praise meant. “You just realized you existed a minute ago, right? Tell me how that happened and how it felt.”

“When your cock entered my cunt it felt really good.” She monotonously recounted using the same terminology I had typed into her memories. “I realized I felt good, and my body felt hot and tingly.”

I understood what she was trying to get across. She became self-aware because she suddenly realized she felt good. She felt good before then, too, but she hadn’t realized it until she became self-aware.

“And how do you feel now?”

“I feel less good. Not hot now… just warm.”

I’ll admit I was confounded momentarily by what she meant by hot and warm. I felt a bit dumb, but to be fair, it’s tough to follow spoken word from someone with no emotions except submission.

“Oh! I know why… Felt much better when my cock was in your cunt. You can get some of that feeling yourself.” I began to explain. “First, spread your legs wide… Good girl! Now play with your pussy.”

She just stared blankly at me with her deliciously smooth legs spread wide. She clearly had no idea what I was talking about. I’d have to teach her.

“I’ll guide your hand,” I said after grasping her wrist. “Now angle one of your fingers down lower than the others and pay very close attention to how I touch your pussy with it and keep track of what feels best.”

For the next several minutes, I guided her hand and did my best to show her how to play with her clit and penetrate her pussy. The PLEASURE tag had certainly done its job, allowing her to better express her pleasant feelings. Sure, she had moaned, writhed, and bucked her hips when her mind was entirely empty, too, but not it was much more focused. Her eyes sparkled differently; that is when they weren’t rolling back into her head. Her moans and writhing became less feral and more musical, more rhythmic. Instead of her body just blindly searching for pleasure, her mind was able to savor it, too.

After she orgasmed the first time, I commanded her to try it herself and randomly vary pressure, speed, angle, and finger position to discover what felt best. When she started getting the hang of that, I commanded her to try the same thing on her tits and nipples with her other hand.

The sight was incredibly arousing at times and hysterical at others. There was no logic in her random variations of technique. My personal favorite was when she tried thrusting her fingers at her breasts like what had felt good with her pussy.

I don’t know how long I enjoyed the show, but I eventually told her to stop experimenting. “Now take what you learned and masturbate in the way that is the most pleasing.”

Immediately, I was treated to a much more erotic sight. She had taken her training and experimenting to heart. I watched in awe as she cycled between fingering her g spot and massaging her clit while her other had expertly fondled and gently pulled on her apparently sensitive nipples. Her moans were song-like while her sexy, voluptuous body undulated in time with her ministrations. She came within seconds but kept going and enjoying the hypersensitivity of her post-orgasm just the same. I hadn’t taught her an emotion for discomfort yet.

“Ok, go ahead and stop for now,” I said regretfully. “You clearly pick up on things fast in the blank, submissive state.”

I planned to move on a bit further and add more emotions before training her to please me, but I realized it would be stupid not to use her current hyper-compliant and entirely focused mind to my advantage.

“Leah, I’m going to guide you on how to give me pleasure in every position I can think of for as long as I can manage,” I informed the receptive girl while I stood over her naked body. “You will use every ounce of your perfect empty little brain to watch, listen, feel… hell… maybe even taste and smell my reactions while I use your body for my pleasure. You will experiment and constantly adjust by changing your posture, the tension in your muscles, how much you moan, how loud you are, the tone of your moans… (I continued for several minutes, listing out more and more variables). When something you try gets a negative reaction from me, don’t do it again; when something elicits a positive reaction from me, experiment around it and see if you can find something even better. Burn everything you learn into your mind for me.”

With my long monologue completed, I pulled the cute blank minded girl to the ground and slipped back into her welcoming pussy again. It did not feel very welcoming for long, though. The movements and sounds from this empty-headed girl of mine were straight out of one of those terrible low-budget exorcism movies. The fact I was able to keep my cock hard during the first five minutes was purely amazing.

Suddenly, all at once it just clicked for her, though. It was incredible to watch and even better to feel. Her vocalizations shifted in pitch until they settled on adorably sexy higher, pitched moans with randomized squeaks and squeals of pleasure intermixed. Her shoulders rolled back to push out her tits while her hips met my every thrust without fail. She watched me closely and writhed, shivered, and shook according to my immediate wishes. Her pussy began clenching and releasing in ways I didn’t even know were possible. I went from struggling to stay hard to struggling not to explode instantly.

If it weren’t for her facial expression, I would have never known she wasn’t lost in sexual desperation and lust for me. There was pleasure in her eyes but still no real fire. Regardless it was arousing to think of my lifelong friend Leah as nothing but a hyper-realistic mindless sex doll while I fucked her in every way I could think of.

Reluctantly I pulled out her dripping wet cunt and effortlessly flipped her onto her hands and knees. Thankfully, she used her experience in the missionary position as a basis for what to do in doggy style. As her technique and my desperation intensified, I could tell she was finally about to cum herself. Her hyper-fixation on my reactions couldn’t hold her back any longer. I wanted to feel Leah cum with my cock buried in her cunt, and I wanted her to know I wanted it too.

As she reached the cusp of orgasm, I exaggerated my pleasure so her mind would be sure to catch how much I liked her cumming for me. I couldn’t hold myself together as she screamed in pleasure beneath me and collapsed flat onto the carpet. My control failed me, and I came harder than I ever had before, deep into my best friend’s spasming unprotected pussy.

“Include this in your observations, Leah,” I said almost breathlessly. “You should cum for me as often as possible while we fuck. Nothing feels better than a good girl cumming for her maste… I mean, man.”

It was starting to get hard to think of Leah as just my friend anymore. I had more power over her than I had over myself. After cumming, my little slip of calling myself her master filled me with a sting of guilt. Though, I can’t lie; it felt right, too.

“Go sit down on the couch and put on that VR headset for me, please, Leah,” I said as I **** myself up and out of her creampied cunt.

My plan was to put her through many more positions before moving on to the next phase, but I realized it didn’t really matter. I had the ability to reorder memories and even add to them. I’d come back and splice more to this memory another day.

Phase three would still work while I recovered. I wouldn’t need to fuck her for a few hours while she watched some training videos for me.

My guilt dissolved as Leah relaxed into the couch again with her mind entirely at my mercy once again. I grabbed my computer and began adjusting her most recent memory to meet my artistic taste.