To Lissy and their other objects of comfort.

Be-careful with the toys the Feds leave lying around- Rough Draft v3

They arrived at their home, the weight of the evening's revelations still hanging over them. Natalie was a broken wreck, her usually vibrant eyes dull and hollow. Jasmine was barely holding herself together, her mind buzzing with thoughts and worries.

As they stepped through the front door, Service Doll Lissy greeted them. In here typical way, standing off to the side, silent until spoken to, ready for orders.

Jasmine opened her mouth to issue an order, but something clicked. She stopped, her gaze shifting from Lissy to Natalie. Lissy had a deep-seated desire to be useful, to be wanted. She had confessed as much during a hypnosis session when Natalie had helped vet her before letting her work out her issues with Jasmine. Lissy had expressed a longing to not have to worry about anything, to be needed by someone while caring for her partners.

The depth of Lissy's commitment to this desire had always struck Jasmine as unusual, but she had chalked it up to Lissy's unique character. She had been supportive, especially given the benefits their arrangement provided. But now, Jasmine couldn't shake off a growing concern.

She turned to Natalie, her voice shaky as the question tumbled out, "Natalie... Did you... Did you do something to Lissy, too?"

Jasmine's heart pounded in her chest as she watched Natalie, the silence in the room growing heavy with unspoken dread. Her question echoed in her own ears, chilling her to the bone. Natalie didn't immediately deny it, and that, more than anything, sent a shiver of apprehension down Jasmine's spine. But she had to know, she had to hear it from Natalie herself.

"Natalie, love," she began again, her voice shaking with anxiety. "We use hypnosis as part of our play, and it was the first thing we did with Lissy. But... did you add anything else during those sessions? Anything beyond helping her discover herself, beyond vetting her intentions? Beyond what she consented to?" She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she asked the question that had been plaguing her, "Is this what Lissy really wanted to be?"

Natalie seemed to shrink in on herself, her pale face going even paler. There was a long, tension-filled silence before she finally spoke, her voice sounding small and hollow. "Lissy... she really did want this on some level," she admitted, her eyes downcast. "But I... I used the hypnosis, and I pressed all the right buttons to make it a certainty. I couldn't trust her not to keep trying to break us up after everything she did to try and steal you, Jasmine. So... I made a fortress out of her own desires. I... I trapped anything that could cause us problems."

There was a pause, and then Natalie continued, her voice barely a whisper. "But she must still want it, she's gone further than even I was aiming. The tattoos alone point to that..." She trailed off, her voice catching.

Jasmine felt a cold shock run through her. She knew about Lissy's tattoos - her title along with a QR code that reads 'property of Jas and Nat', multiple circuit board designs, and robotic seams all tattooed on her body. She remembered Lissy's eager requests for more things to make her more of an object.

Natalie's words hung in the air between them, a painful reminder of the lengths she was willing to go to protect what she felt was hers. The admission would have been loaded with emotion under any other circumstance, but now, it was just a flat, hollow fact.

Jasmine's gaze shifted from Natalie, her heart aching with the weight of the revelation, and landed on Service Doll Lissy, standing there at attention, ready to serve. At first glance, Lissy seemed to perfectly embody everything Natalie had described - the evidence was etched onto her skin, the tattoos, the robotic seams. But as Jasmine looked closer, she noticed something else.

Lissy's eyes, usually so clear and attentive, held a sorrow that Jasmine had never seen before. Tears brimmed in those eyes, threatening to spill over. Yet, strangely, Lissy did not blink. For a few heartbeats, her gaze remained steadfast, as if she was trying to hold back the tears, to hide the emotional turmoil within her. Then, as suddenly as it had stopped, her blinking resumed, the tears miraculously dried.

Jasmine's heart clenched at the sight. Something was wrong, terribly wrong. And she feared that Natalie was the cause of it. She turned back to Natalie, her voice choked with fear. "Is there a way to undo what you did? If this isn't what Lissy truly wants... we need to help her go back to how she was. We need to check, If I'm wrong it should be easy to redo everything, right?" she implored, her eyes pleading.

There was another question, one that she dared not voice just yet. It loomed over them, a silent specter. Had Natalie done something similar to her? The thought sent a shiver down Jasmine's spine, but for now, she pushed it aside. Lissy, her dear Lissy, was the priority. They had to help her.

Natalie rose from her seat, her movements slow and heavy with the weight of her guilt. She moved to their shared desk, pulling out the laptop she used for creating hypnosis tracks and VR files. "I can make a file," she said, her voice hushed. "Something that will undo what I did."

As she began to power up the laptop, she glanced back at Jasmine. She saw the hesitation in Jasmine's eyes, the wariness. The betrayal and hurt were palpable, and Natalie felt a pang in her chest. She had caused this. She had hurt the ones she loved.

Seeing Jasmine's doubt, Natalie offered, "You can watch me as I do it, Jas." Her voice was soft, the words barely above a whisper. "I understand if you don't trust me anymore."

Jasmine watched as Natalie opened up the program, her heart pounding in her chest. Part of her wanted to believe Natalie, wanted to trust her. But the doubt lingered, a persistent whisper in the back of her mind.

She took a deep breath, steeling herself. "Okay," she said, rising to her feet and moving to join Natalie at the desk. "I'll watch."

As they began to work, a tense silence filled the room, broken only by the soft hum of the laptop and the faint sound of their breathing.

asmine watched as Natalie navigated the program, her brow furrowed in concentration. Despite the tension, Jasmine couldn't help but feel a touch of awe at the complexity of the program. It was clearly designed with care and precision, with an array of features and options specifically tailored for hypnosis files.

"Where did you get this?" she asked, her voice soft.

Natalie glanced at her, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "I made it," she admitted. "It was meant for me, originally. To make hypnosis files for myself. Until you came along, that is."

There was a pause, the only sound in the room the soft hum of the laptop. Jasmine took a deep breath, steeling herself for the question she had to ask. "Natalie," she began, her voice steady. "Did you... did you use this on me? Did you do anything like what you did to Lissy?"

Natalie froze, her eyes wide. But Jasmine held up a hand, forestalling any excuses or apologies. "It's okay, Natalie," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "I'm not going to be angry. I just want to know. And I want you to make an anti-hypnosis file for me too, just in case."

Natalie hesitated for a moment, her gaze locked on Jasmine. Then, she nodded, her fingers moving over the keyboard as she began to work. "Alright," she murmured. "I'll do it. I'll make the file for you."

Natalie took a deep breath before she started to speak, her gaze focused on the screen. "When I hypnotized you, Jasmine, it was mostly to ensure you really were changing. After I found out about your initial plan, I... I needed some reassurance," she confessed, her voice just above a whisper.

Her fingers stilled on the keyboard as she looked at Jasmine, her eyes filled with regret. "I may have added a few minor suggestions, but they were all in service of making sure you were genuine in your transformation, that you wouldn't try to control or manipulate me as you originally intended," she continued.

"But, Jasmine," she quickly added, seeing the look on Jasmine's face. "I swear, that's all it was. Any side effects, anything else you might have noticed... it was all unintentional. I never meant to do anything to harm you, or to change you beyond what you wanted." Her voice was steady, but there was an edge of desperation there, a need for Jasmine to believe her.

Her gaze dropped back to the laptop as she resumed working. "That's why I'm making this anti-hypnosis file for you. So that you can be sure, so that you can trust that you are who you want to be, not who I made you to be." She fell silent then, focusing on the task at hand, her fingers flying over the keys with a newfound determination.

"Then who am I , Really..."

Natalie stopped typing, her hands falling still on the keyboard as she turned to look at Jasmine. The raw vulnerability in Jasmine's eyes made her heart ache. She reached out, wanting to reassure her, but Jasmine pulled away, her gaze distant and hurt.

"Natalie," Jasmine began, her voice shaking. "I need to know... did I ever truly grow as a person? Or was it all just a result of your programming? Did I overcome my darkest aspects, or were they simply overwritten by your suggestions?"

Tears welled up in Jasmine's eyes as she continued, "Did you ever truly trust me, Natalie? Did you ever forgive me? Or did you just trust the person you made me into?" Jasmine's questions came out in a rush, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"And tonight... the joy I felt, the arousal... was that even me? Or was it just another facet of your programming?" Jasmine's voice broke, her emotions raw and near the surface.

Natalie was silent for a moment, her mind racing. "Jasmine, I... I never meant for any of this to happen. I just wanted to protect us, to protect our relationship. But I see now how wrong I was, how I overstepped," Natalie confessed, her voice shaking.

"I promise you, Jasmine, the joy, the arousal, the growth... that was all you. I only nudged you in a direction you already wanted to go," Natalie tried to reassure her, but the uncertainty in Jasmine's eyes made her heart sink.

Natalie's fingers froze over the keyboard as she pulled up the security footage. There, clear as day, was Lissy connecting herself to the VR and audio system at all hours of the day and night, whenever she was alone. "See, she does want this," Natalie insisted, pointing at the screen.

But Jasmine was watching closely, her brows furrowed in concentration. "No, look closer, Natalie," she said, her voice tight. She pointed at the screen, at the tiny figure of Lissy. "Every time... she has tears in her eyes."

Natalie zoomed in on the footage, enhancing it to see Lissy's face more clearly. And there it was. Every single time, just before she connected herself to the system, Lissy's eyes would glisten with unshed tears.

The realization hit Natalie like a punch to the gut. "Oh my god," she breathed out, her heart pounding in her chest. What had she done? She had thought she was helping Lissy, but had she instead trapped her in a nightmare of her own creation? But how? This isn't how they were supposed to work!

Pulling up every file that Lissy had used and the ones they had used together, Natalie pulled up another program to shift through the files, helping her look for any problem with them. Jasmine jokingly asked in a gallows humor way if this was another program she made, getting a yes was a little bit of a surprise but barley touched the scale of the night. Jas asks noticing the level of polish on the programs "Just how smart are you? when did you have the time!?"

While continuing to search Nat responds with out a discernible tone "Did you know that Mensa gives you a discount the younger you qualify?"

"But even then how did you manage to make something so effective? the data sorting alone is professional grade and the Hypnosis was always more effective than reasonable before we knew how far it was taking Lissy against her will."

Eyes having never left the data feed," Declassified MK Ultra research and NASA shares its data compression and sorting algorithms with the public as soon as they are replaced with better ones, Last gen for NASA is still normally better than anything you can buy that's less than enterprise grade."

Natalie gasped, her eyes wide as she realized the magnitude of her mistake. "No, God no" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"What is it?" Jasmine asked, moving closer to see what Natalie was looking at.

Natalie pointed to a line of code on the screen. "See this?" she asked. "This command here, it was supposed to make Lissy watch the first file with me again anytime feel less like a doll or an object, It was supposed to have us do what we did again and would allow and easy way of removing any Programing she didn't want or let use put her deeper if she wanted but was just having trouble. But there's a typo... it actually says to listen to the 'next' file again."

Jasmine's eyes widened in horror. "So, every time she felt less like a doll, she was actually reinforcing the hypnosis?"

Natalie nodded, her hands shaking as she scrolled through the code. "And it's in every one of her files. Every single one."

Jasmine sank into a chair, her face pale. "So, she was essentially trapped in a loop? Every time she felt less like an object, she would listen to the files again, making her feel even more like an object?"

"I will make it right, Jasmine. I will make the anti-hypnosis file for you, and for Lissy. And we will figure out how to move forward, together." Natalie's voice was filled with determination. She would do whatever it took to make things right, to fix the harm she had inadvertently caused.

Natalie sat in her chair, typing and click as fast as she could but still double checking every thing to avoid any more life changing typos, the glow from the computer screen casting long shadows across her face. Her eyes were wide and glassy, a look of horror etched into her features. She was silent for a moment, lost in her own thoughts, before she finally found her voice.

"I... I've become my mother," she whispered, the words barely audible. Her gaze was unfocused, staring past the screen and into some distant memory. "I let my intelligence... my desire for control... I've let it destroy everything I care about."

Jasmine, who had been watching in quiet concern, felt a pang of worry at Natalie's words. She knew how much Natalie despised her mother, how much she'd sworn never to become like her. But Natalie would never go into any details, always clamming up when the subject of family came up, For her to draw this comparison was deeply troubling.

"I never wanted this," Natalie continued, her voice hollow. "I never wanted to be like her. She... she was so controlling, so cold. Everything was about control with her. Everything was a variable to be managed, a problem to be solved. I didn't want to be that. I wanted to be better."

She turned to Jasmine, her eyes pleading. "I know I've never talked about her before. But I need you to understand. My mother was... is a federal employee of an Agency, if you get my meaning. She was never around, always away on something or another. But when she was home... everything had to be just so. Not just when she was there, she would check all the security and staff reports, any deviation during her away time was dealt with harshly, even more so then if it happened when she was there. She controlled everything, every aspect of my life. She pushed me to excel, to be the best. And if anyone or anything threatened to slow me down, she removed it. Friends, hobbies, anything that wasn't part of her plan."

Her voice was shaking now, a mix of fear and anger. "Her favorite saying was, 'The only thing worse than an unknown variable is an uncontrollable one.' I hated that saying. I hated how she saw the world. And now... now I've done the same thing. I've used my intelligence, my skills, to control and manipulate. Just like her."

Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over and running down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Jasmine. I never wanted to be this way. I never wanted to hurt anyone. I... I need to fix this. I need to make this right."

Jasmine moved closer to Natalie, her heart aching at the sight of her partner in such distress. She reached out, placing a comforting hand on Natalie's shoulder. "Nat, we can fix this," she said softly. "We'll make it right."

Natalie turned to look at her, fresh tears streaming down her face. "I hope so," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"I do too," Jasmine replied, squeezing her shoulder gently. "But we need to be sure. You should make one of these files for yourself, too. Just in case there are any other unforeseen issues."

Natalie nodded, wiping at her eyes. "You're right," she agreed. "I'll make one for myself as well. I just... I hope it's not needed."

Jasmine watched as Natalie turned back to the computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard as she began to work on the new files. There was a determination in Natalie's eyes that Jasmine hadn't seen in a while. It gave her hope.

But still, Jasmine couldn't shake off her skepticism completely. She knew that it would take more than just a few hypnosis files to undo the damage that had been done. It would take time, and a lot of hard work. But Jasmine was willing to do whatever it took. Because she loved Natalie her little Monster of a Dom.

So, she sat there in the dim light of their apartment, watching as Natalie worked. And she hoped, more than anything, that they could find a way to move past this, to become better than they were.