I am your .

Hah! It had worked. It had taken me far too long to lock things into place but it was all finally snapping together, and I had my first positive test results, and it was the most amazing feeling! Here I was standing in front of this beauty and I felt like the king of the world. Now I needed to methodically get her to prove her loyalty, and then I needed to start documenting any sort of changes, and the timing of any specific withdrawal symptoms. I needed this to be perfect. It simply had to be…

“Tessa, strip.” I all but whispered. I was blown away, as soon as the words had fallen out of my mouth she was already in motion. She was moving quickly, by the time that a few seconds had passed she had already removed her shirt, bra, and the skirt that she had been wearing, and finally, her heels and her panties hit the floor in a pile.

It was about that moment, that for the first time my morality finally showed up. I had planned and worked on this for a very long time, and I never honestly considered the ramifications of my actions. Here I was literally addicting a woman to my serums at a harsher level than any heroin addict had been addicted to, and to top that off I was modifying her behavior and personality to comply with my every whim.

“Tessa, tell me in detail how you feel, please,” I said in the midst of my moral wrestling match. She was acting normally beyond stating that she was a **** and removing her clothes. I would be literally drooling over her body if I had not had my internal morality calling me a monster from within, regardless my mouth was salivating even with that negative influence.

She took a deep breath and then explained “Physically I feel normal beyond the dull ache from the injection site. Mentally I am mixed between terrified and beyond fascinated with what just happened to me. Psychologically I feel like my entire being is starting to change. It feels like there are things that are sliding into place in my psyche. I feel an overwhelming need to do as you instruct, as well as to do anything to protect you. I literally do not know you and I will do anything to make you happy, and to help you succeed with anything that you plan on doing.”

She took another breath and simply stood there. I had asked her to be detailed, but this level of self-evaluation was a bit farther than I had anticipated. Likely a result of her highly analytical mind methodically going through her state.

“Tessa, I am going to reveal what has happened to you. While I do so I want to admire you a bit. Please know that regardless of what I have done to you it is not my intention to hurt you in any meaningful way. You will, I hope, enjoy our coexistence. That said, let's get through the mundane so that we can enjoy the rest of our afternoon. While I speak I want you to slowly masturbate. You have an incredible body, and your mind is seemingly more impressive so we will put both to the test this afternoon. Are you ready to begin?”

“Of course” was her only response, and taking that as a sign I decided to keep moving. “Do you have any health conditions or mental health conditions that I need to take into account? “ she immediately responded with “nothing that would interact with any test such as this. I have borderline depression and am a few pounds heavier than I would like, but beyond that, I am in perfect health. No allergies.”

Again her level of detail shocked me. If she were in some sort of trance, she would have answered with a simple yes or no. But instead, she was being as detailed as I needed to efficiently move through the standard questions that any researcher would ask a test subject.

“Do you feel like you could tell anyone about what has gone on here this morning?” This was the most critical question for me. I needed to make sure that I was covering all of my bases, and making sure that if I felt the need that I used one of my many contingency plans that I had in place to deal with a test subject that I could not control. In fact, in this room were two tasers, and multiple types of restraints, not to mention an exam table that had restraints that would securely lock both hands and feet to the table. I would die before I went to prison, or dealt with any other type of punishment, and she would be in a middle eastern country far before I would have to honestly consider that. Not particularly fair, but I refused to pay for this crime. I wanted to win, and thus far I was more than winning, I was dominating!

Tessa cocked her head just slightly to one side, obviously thinking through her answer, and finally responded “No. In my mind, I feel like I would completely devolve into psychosis if I attempted to contact the police or do anything meaningful that would lead to punishment for you. Your commands overlap in such a way that I would be trying to break down a brick wall with my bare hands and feet. It simply is not something that I would be able to do. Additionally, I feel actual pain just thinking about it. Just answering this question has drained me both emotionally, and physically.”

Her hand was still steadily stroking her clit at a fairly fast rate of speed, and her breathing had become substantially more rapid. “Are you close to cumming, Tessa?” It was as if she had not realized that she had been masturbating intensely for the last five or ten minutes because her response was to almost collapse on the ground and moan. “I would have cum multiple times *moan* if you had not removed my ability to do so without your permission. I have been on edge for a few minutes, and when you mentioned it all of my attention moved to what I was feeling, and it is beyond *moan* intense. I need to cum. Badly.”

“Well then let's deal with that and then get back to our evaluation, shall we? Please cum harder than you have before.” I watched as she collapsed almost banging her head off of the concrete floor. Shaking like a leaf, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and her mouth open with her tongue lolling out like a dog. It was the half moan, half scream “OH JESUS FUCK!” that had me harder than a rock. I was honestly tempted to take her right then, but I needed to have a bit more self-control than that. I needed to be sure she was mine.

“Are you ready for another test Tessa?”