Tweaks and trials(selfish route)

<!--StartFragment-->Jimmy spent most of the week playing variations on the theme.

Dressing her in a maid costume and making her clean, using her like a fleshlight and telling her it was in her head.

He showed her videos of strippers in order to learn how to move.

When she slept she listened to audio books about how best to please men.

Bit by bit he changed everything he could about the way she acted.

He told her over and over that she wasn’t trying hard enough. Wasn’t good enough.

In between using her he would ask her probing questions about her worst and most painful experiences.

Most of them had occurred that first day she woke up under his control. Now all of those events had been filed away under fantasy under her current worldview.

None the less, the “grossest” experience had been, as she put it, “I had a fantasy about you hate fucking my ass and then **** fucking my throat until I lost consciousness”.

He chastised her for having such disgusting and perverted fantasies.

Then he made the taste of that moment the way her saliva tastes, she always finds it as unpleasant as she did that day and she can never get used to it.

He got tired of smooth effortless blow jobs so he gave her back her full original gag reflex, then he took away her ability to vomit. No amount of training will ever make it easier.

The most insidious idea he planted in her head was one of absolute self-sabotage. If she could think of a way to make her daily existence more miserable without effecting how good she looked she had to tell him as soon as possible

It didn’t take her long to come up with some excellent ideas.

She told him that because she spent so much time thinking about how much he wasn’t her real father, and how she had screamed “I’ll never call you Dad!” during their first meeting she had been worried he would make her call him “Daddy”.

So of course it was all she was allowed to refer to him as, even in her head, now.

It also made a tiny burst of pleasure go off in her clit every time she said or thought it.

Not a full orgasm, maybe 1/100th of one.

To better train herself for dealing with her new gagging problem she would wake up 15 minutes after falling asleep feeling his cock all the way to the base for a full minute.

If something happened to wake her up before 15 minutes, it also triggered.

For purely practical purposes he made her watch cooking how to videos so she would start producing food that was edible.

Not that it mattered for her, everything she ate took on the taste and consistency of ash.

He left her only a single escape from the misery. Every time she successfully made her life worse, she got to feel a sense of pride and accomplishment for 5 minutes.