Tuning with repetition

Hana’s couch was quite comfy. It was some sort of curdorory-like material. It felt much nicer on my bare ass than the harshness of cold leather would have.

From the living room, I could make out the dull rushing of a sink in the back of the house. Hana had clearly meant she would put on the outfit, do her makeup, and brush her teeth… or whatever the hell else she was doing in there when she had said, “I’ll go put this on for you right now!”

I didn’t mind, though… that is, if she came back looking sexy enough. The longer she took, the more ideas I would devise to scramble her malleable mind.

The program was still fresh and exciting. I was, of course, curious about how the hell the AI worked, but at the time, I just wanted to enjoy myself for a few months. It would take me literal lifetimes to fully explore the unbelievable depth of changes I could make with the program. But I’m not a researcher. I was just a man with a lot of doors I could open. I don’t know about other guys, but given a lifetime supply of doors, I would never open them the slow, safe, and… “correct” way. I’d use sledgehammers, chainsaws, tannerite, and jackhammers to bust them open.

I spent my life carefully watching my step. Taking my time studying, getting the scholarships, staying away from fun and trouble, taking it slow and easy to find the “right” woman…

For the first time in my life, I could go a little crazy… do the wrong thing to the right people. In this case, the right people would be beautiful women. Morality is a fragile concept that is heavily based on nurture rather than nature, at least in my opinion. I have the ability to change my subject's memories of their “nurture” to fit whatever box I want to check. Does that make me immoral? Abso-fucking-lutely. Do I care? Not if my test subjects don’t… and I planned to ensure they didn’t care at all.

Speaking of doors, and sledgehammers or whatever other half-baked metaphorical potato of confirmation bias I could come up with; I wanted to try tuning Hana by repetition. I also wanted another BJ from the sexy girl. I couldn’t think of a more pleasing way to test out my idea.

Finally, I heard Hana’s footsteps echoing off the laminate floor. We gasped in surprise when we gazed at each other's bodies. Hana looked stunning. The black pleated micro skirt showed the bottom two inches of her pert little ass. Beneath her skirt was clearly nothing but a bright magenta garter belt just for the accent. The black mesh top did nothing but accentuate her perky tits and firm nipples. The outfit was rounded out with a magenta lace choker and silver hoop earrings. Her raven black hair partly covered her left eye, and her parted lips were perfectly color-matched to the choker.

She looked magnificent. She was worth the wait, for sure. Her gaze was equally transfixed on my cock, though. If I didn’t miss my guess, she’d probably been increasingly unsuccessful in getting it out of her head after our fun on Sunday morning. Not to mention the BLOWJOB tags I applied **** weights to, rattling around in her head.

“Wow, Hana!” I said in admiration. “You look sexier than I could have ever imagined.”

She blushed and said, “I’m sorry I took so long, but I wanted to make up for my other outfit!”

“Well, you did! But now I’m ready to enjoy you. I think you know what I want,” I spoke suggestively while stroking my cock.”

Hana closed the gap between us and knelt between my legs obediently. Her soft hand replaced mine, and she grinned when I shivered slightly at her pleasing touch.

“Have you missed sucking me Hana?”

“God, yes, Mac! Pleasing you with my mouth yesterday was so… it was indescribable!”

”Then be a good girl and show me how much you love sucking me!”

Hana wasted no time engulfing the head of my cock. The sudden sensation made me shiver in pleasure. I enjoyed her skillful ministrations and quiet moans for a moment before taking hold of her silky black hair and gently forcing her deeper on my cock. Her cute little brown eyes gazed up at mine with slight alarm as I neared the depth of her gag reflex. When she began to ****, I released her.

With teary eyes, she gasped, “Please don’t do that. I can’t take you that deeeeeeeee…”

I interrupted her statement by securing the VR helmet over her eyes and dropping her into the temporary trance it created. “Let’s see what I can do to fix that for you, Hana,”

I cracked my knuckles and got to work quickly. First, I had to catch up on editing her memories of while we were apart on Sunday and earlier today. After sorting by most recent and spot-checking some random memories, I was pleased to see that LONELINESS, LONGING, INSECURE, and ALIENATION permeated nearly every memory. The weights seemed reasonable, so I didn’t see a need to edit them… well, except for the LONGING one. I couldn’t help tripling that one for her newer memories.

I set a filter for HORNY within my targeted memory time limits. Hardly any memories disappeared. Hana had been a very horny girl after our fun on Sunday. That wasn’t surprising since I had made the memory of our fun impossibly… pleasant for her. I added a filter for (FANTASY OR MASTURBATION) AND MAC to narrow the results slightly. I was in a hurry, so I didn’t check the memories too closely, but she had spent a considerable amount of time fantasizing about me. For these specific memories, I added a low-weight ECSTASY tag along with a high-weight SUBMISSIVE and BLOWJOB tag to each of them. My idea was to make sure all of her fantasies included blowing me. If I was going to make her a little oral slut she needed some positive reinforcement to create that trait.

Next, I filtered until I found the memory of her dressing in the more conservative outfit in the morning. I added a tag for DISGUST and applied it to all memories until I had her strip for me. Then, I bulk-edited two thoughts to all of her memories. “I hate these prudish clothes!” and “What if Mac sees me dressed like this? I need to dress sexy for Mac even if it embarrasses me.”

I found the memory of her stripping for me and riding nude in my car. With a few keystrokes, I added a tag for RELIEF for getting her prudish clothes off and EXHILARATION to encourage her exhibitionism. I also deleted all of her negative tags associated with my incredibly domineering treatment and boosted the hell out of her HORNY, TRUST, and INFATUATION tags.

With a few more keystrokes, I applied the same tags to the memory or Hana getting dressed up for me, but I replaced the RELIEF tag with ANTICIPATION AND LONGING.

By the time I finally reached my actual goal, I was tired of NOT having Hana’s cute mouth where it belonged. Speedily I amped up the existing aroused and positive emotions that were already in place in her memory of sucking my cock moments ago. ENTHUSIASM got boosted excessively in particular.

The triggering of her gag reflex introduced a DISGUST and DISBELIEF tag. Naturally, I obliterated those and replaced them with the opposite emotions, which are… TRUST and HOPE, believe it or not. I was expecting PLEASURE, or DELIGHT, to be the opposite, but Plutchik’s emotional research hadn’t failed me yet. Still, to be safe, I added all four tags with a considerable emphasis on DELIGHT.

Delight is a dyad of joy + surprise. A surprise encounter with an old friend is delightful, as is the first taste of a gourmet cake. The dyad certainly had a lot of promise for use in sexual situations. What better emotion could legitimize Hana’s artificially constructed surprised pleasure from **** on my cock?

In the notes section, I rewrote Hana’s thoughts and observations. I added surprise that she didn’t have a gag reflex after deleting all observations of discomfort. I adjusted her thoughts and senses to make her remember feeling sexual pleasure from my cock in her mouth and manufactured surprise that she could likely cum from sucking me. Lastly, I tied a bow on all of it by spamming internal thoughts about how badly she wanted to please me and let me use her however I wanted to.

Last but not least, I changed her memory of saying, “Please don’t do that. I can’t take you that deep.” with “Please don’t stop! I want you in my throat!”

With a click, I executed my commands and removed the headset. I didn’t want to wait the full minute Hana needed to regain consciousness to feel her mouth on me again. However, I did not trust her teeth or her **** body’s responses. Instead, I passed the time by admiring her slutty outfit and fondling her perfect small tits.

With a long, sexy moan, Hana cycled back to the real world. “Mmmm, Mac, I can’t get enough! Please, please, keep fucking my mouth!” She begged with **** enthusiasm. “I really hope I can take you alllllll the way into my throat!”

She immediately tried to dive back into pleasing me, but I grabbed her by the neck and held her head up. She whimpered cutely and looked up with wide, dilated eyes.

“So I guess my little slut likes sucking me off?”

“Oh god, yes, Mac! Your taste, your smell, the way you feel in my mouth—I don’t think I can get enough!”

“Do you like blowing me more than getting fucked?”

“N-no, I love it—but I want you inside me too. You haven’t fucked me yet! I hope you brought a condom this time.”

“I did. We will see if I need it... Do you want me to use your mouth some more first?”

“Plea…….”

I interrupted what I assumed would be a cute little beg from my Japanese toy and pushed her willing mouth back onto my cock. She shivered in pleasure and moaned deeply into my cock, which sent exquisite vibrations up my spine. Her moans and squeaks increased as time passed, as did the sloppiness of her technique. She had both of her hands and her mouth working on getting me deeper and deeper, but the intense pleasure was making her focus waver. Her thighs were wet with her arousal. Not to be outdone; her mouth seemed to salivate well beyond normal levels.

Once her focus hit a breaking point, I took matters into my own hands and began gently thrusting into the pleasure-drunk girl’s mouth. This time, she didn’t **** or gag until I felt the new sensation of entering her throat. This time, after she choked, she didn’t try and pull away. Regardless I needed a break to keep from cumming, so I slammed the VR headset onto her head anyway.

My arousal peaked to the point where my hands were shaking at the sudden loss of stimulation. I made my new updates quickly.

I replaced the low-weight DISGUST tag with the same excessively weighted DELIGHT, PLEASURE, HOPE, and TRUST quartet as earlier and added an ORGASM/EUPHORIA/ECSTASY combo for good measure. In the memory notes, I made a few changes. Firstly, I found where she asked if I brought a condom and replaced her words with, “You can fuck me without a condom if you want. I want you to make me yours!” I also reinforced her thoughts to remember feeling intense sexual pleasure from my cock in her mouth and replaced the memory of **** and gagging with almost orgasming.

In a flash, I hit execute, yanked off her headset, waited 60 seconds, then fucked her face until she choked or gagged. I repeated this process a half dozen more times. Each time, she got a little more ****, a little more sloppy, and a little less gag reflex.

After the third cycle, she was comfortable with me in her perfect little throat for a second or two, and she somehow managed to orgasm just from blowing me. Affirming and intensifying that reaction made things go very quickly and allowed me to focus on editing her thoughts. Adjusting any weights except for the ORGASM and PLEASURE ones became unnecessary fast.

Once she awakened from the sixth iteration of reinforcement, I knew we were done. I had pounded thoughts into her open mind about how my cock needed to be respected and worshipped.

“You’re being such a good girl patiently waiting for me to fuck your pretty face, Hana,” I said while stroking my cock near her lips. I enjoyed the sight of her transfixed eyes and the cute involuntary movements of her mouth as she struggled not to open wide for me.

“Mac,” she spoke with desperation. “I-I can barely resist! I think you’ve ruined me. Nothing has ever felt more… more right than when you’re in my mouth.”

“So you don’t want me in your pussy anymore?”

“I don’t care what you do with me as long as you let me suck you after!” She replied with her enthusiasm bordering on fervor.

“Hmm,” I moaned teasingly while rubbing my cock on her smooth cheeks. “What if I just want to fuck you bare, cum in your unprotected cunt, and then just let you clean me off with your mouth as a reward?”

“God, Mac, you can use me however you want, anytime, anywhere—just let me feel you in my mouth where you belong every once in a while… I-if that’s ok.”

I responded by slightly nudging her head towards my cock. Instantly, I was overcome with the most amazing sensation of my life. Hana somehow relaxed her throat and buried my cock to the base into her tight throat. Her eyes watered beautifully as they rolled back in pleasure. Her body gyrated lustfully below me as she silently held her breath for 15 glorious seconds. When she pulled back and gasped for breath, she looked so pleased with herself. “You did it! You’re such a good little cocksucker, Hana!” I demeaningly praised the beaming girl.

I enjoyed her worshipful ministrations for a few minutes longer until I once again experienced Hana’s hands-free orgasm. The fact she could cum from sucking me alone now was so exciting. I wondered if her brain was somehow amplifying the pleasure signals from her mouth or if it was all just mental. I’d read before that some people could cum just by fantasizing without touching themselves. Something to explore later, I decided.

“Hana,” I breathlessly spoke after barely staving off an orgasm of my own. “It’s time for you to lay down and spread those sexy legs for me.”

She gazed up at me with pleading eyes. Her tongue danced around my sensitive head even more desperately as she tried to convince me to let her keep sucking.

“Listen, Hana,” I said sternly. “If you ever want to feel me in your mouth again, you better obey immediately when I tell you to do something.”

Her eyes grew wide, and she sprang into action. A cute whimper escaped her mouth as she pulled her head away from my dick. I moved over to the couch and patted beside me. She quickly laid on her back with her cute pale legs spread and her head propped on the arm of the sofa.

She was a vision of lust. Her perky tits heaved with her choppy breaths, her pussy, and her thighs down to her knees were visibly slick with a sheen of her own juices. Her makeup was ruined, and her face was wet with tears and saliva. I smirked triumphantly at the sight. My meddling had turned her into this vision of **** need, and I loved it.

I slipped into her tight pussy with no meaningful resistance. My cock was well lubricated from her mouth, and her pussy was dripping arousal. She moaned and arched her little back in pleasure as I entered her and began to thrust. Despite her enthusiasm, I noticed she had been far more responsive and **** with my cock in her mouth, though. Honestly that made fucking her even hotter. I imagined she was fantasizing every one of my thrust in her mouth while I used her cunt. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I used the short time I had to give me some more fodder to tune her little mind.

“Tell me you’re my slutty little cocksucker!” I commanded with a growl.

“I-I’m your… oh!!!” She moaned and tried to speak between thrusts. “I’m-your-slutty-little-cocksucker!!!”

I slipped two fingers into her open mouth to hammer home the point. Her mind seemingly ignited in **** pleasure. Instead of lying still while I fucked her, her hips forcefully met mine. Her petite hands roamed across her svelte frame and paid extra attention to her cute erect nipples. The feeling of her almost screaming moans and her tongue circling my fingers enhanced the experience for me, too.

“You’ll only ever suck my dick,” I informed her while removing my fingers for a moment.

“Only yours, Mac!” She replied before cutely sticking out her tongue as if begging for my fingers again.

To be honest, I had to stifle a laugh. This poor girl’s neurons were so out of whack that she now longed for oral stimulation even more than the vaginal stimulation millions of years of evolution had coded into her. The power I felt over her, Leah, and honestly any other girl I could think of was immense—maybe even all-encompassing. If I could turn Hana into my little oral slut, I could make any other girl into an anal slut, or fuck, even addicted to giving handjobs if I wanted that for some reason.

With those thoughts, I was nearing my inevitable orgasm. “Hana,” I moaned, “I have one last question. Are you enough of a slut for me that you’ll share me with other women?Are you a good enough girl for me to be my little loyal harem slut? If you answer yes… I’ll let you suck me dry.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I’ll be whatever you want! I want to taste you, Mac, I just want to…”

I pulled out of the **** girl and flipped her effortlessly onto her stomach with her head hanging off of the edge of the couch’s arm. I walked over to the end of the sofa, holding my throbbing member straight toward her open, eager mouth. She almost spontaneously came for me when my cock slid back into her pretty mouth. I wasn’t far behind. With a groan, I finally found my release and filled her waiting mouth with more cum than I thought I could produce.

Hana dutifully swallowed every drop and lovingly licked me clean until I had to pull away from overstimulation.

My body wanted to just collapse onto the ground and enjoy the post-orgasm euphoria, but I had one more thing to do.

I slid the VR headset back onto my disheveled girl’s head and began making a few final tweaks to her memory.

As expected, while we fucked, she had been thinking things along the lines of “I wish Mac were still in my mouth!” I changed all such thoughts to say, “Mac’s cock belongs in my mouth, but I love it in my other holes too.” I also tuned her thoughts a little more to my liking when I asked about sharing with other women. I intensified the positive thoughts she had towards the idea and inserted some “intrusive” thoughts about how hot it would be to have a threesome with me or be part of my possible future harem. A few adjustments to tags and weights here and there, a nice combo tag of MAC & TASTE & DELIGHT with **** weight to get her hooked on my cum, and all edits were complete.

After saving a backup, I removed the headset and packed up everything. I hoped my neurosurgery work for the day was completed.

When Hana returned to her senses, I was already redressed, sitting comfortably on the couch and swiping through the streaming services on her TV.

“Woah!” She exclaimed as she reorientated herself. “Did you make me pass out?”

I laughed and admired the look of awe on her disheveled face. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” I lied. “After you finished licking me clean… and you’re such a good girl for that, by the way… you just fainted. I guess all the pleasure just caught up to you.”

“That’s crazy! I don’t doubt it, though. The feeling… oh, and the taste of you in my mouth…” she faded out as her fingers grazed against her lips and slipped in to the first knuckle.

“Earth to Hana!?” I exclaimed to grab her attention back.

She pulled her fingers away and giggled with slight embarrassment. “Ha… I-I seem to be… easily distracted lately. Something about you… your taste, the way you feel in my mouth. I’ve never felt anything like that. If I were religious…”

“I’ll tell you one thing, Hana,” I interjected after her long pause, “you can’t fake the joy and pleasure you showed while I used your mouth and throat like that. Excuse me if this comes across too demeaning, that’s not entirely my intention, but I think it’s pretty clear that you were meant to be a cocksucker.”

Her expression went from incredulity to acceptance to excitement in a fraction of a second. “I never felt this way with other partners, Mac,” she purred while her hand crept back to her lips. “I’m meant to be your cocksucker… thank you for showing me!”

“Oh, I’ll be showing you much, much more, my cute girl,” I suggestively said. “But let’s just hang out for the rest of the night. You should go get cleaned up again. I’ll pick a movie.”

Hana agreed and trotted away with her naked bottom swaying nicely under the useless fabric of her hiked-up skirt. “This is the good life,” I said under my breath.