It was just a fantasy, right? A fantasy Eva had been constructing in the privacy of her head for years before she met Jake, but still a fantasy nonetheless. You couldn’t really brainwash someone into being a mindless sex slave by strapping them into a fucking machine and playing a hypnotic sound file on loop until the continuous voice and the relentless pistoning into their cunt eroded their thoughts. Reality didn’t work that way.
So she felt comfortable confessing her fantasy to Jake. It was hot for her, closing her eyes when they fucked and imagining that he was a machine pounding her pussy until her brains dripped out between her legs, and he really got into it too after a while. He even made her a little audio file that she could play on headphones, for the nights when he was away on business and her vibrator filled in for him. (As it were.) And it was hot, but it was only a fantasy.
And when he showed her what he’d been working on in the garage, and asked her if she’d really like to experience her fantasy for real, well…of course she said yes. How could she not? It was hot when Jake fucked her as hard as he could and whispered in her ears how good slavery felt, and it was even hotter when his voice and the endless buzzing on her clit made time fall away into a reverie of bliss. It would be even hotter to try actual bondage, an actual fucking machine. Eva could already imagine how hard she would cum from that. It was the closest she would ever get to making her fantasy a reality, even if it couldn’t really work the way she wanted it to.
And then he undressed her, and locked her hands and feet into the cuffs. And then he snapped the collar into place. And suddenly it didn’t feel quite so impossible anymore. Eva felt a tiny whisper of trepidation pass through her mind…but it seemed silly, didn’t it? She couldn’t safeword out (of course Jake had insisted on a safeword) and say that she was worried she would really be reprogrammed into an obedient fucktoy for her Master. That would be absurd…and besides, she’d wanted this for years. She wasn’t going to pass up on her fantasy now. She smiled as he started the suction going on her nipples, slid the fake cock into her wet cunt.
And then he started the machine. And then he started the recording. And that was when Eva realized it was going to work. She could feel the endless rhythm of the dildo sliding in and out, in and out, perfectly positioned to keep her body swamped with pleasure. She could feel the way Jake’s voice curled around the base of her brain, reinforcing programming she’d long ago forgotten was there. She could feel her eyes slipping shut as she lost track of his words, as the mindless euphoria told her it was okay to let go and stop thinking. Her subconscious would remember. Her subconscious remembered exactly how to be an obedient slave.
She struggled to remember her safeword, but it slipped away on a tide of orgasmic bliss and she moaned instead. She tried to open her eyes, but the pleasure drugged her into a drowsy fugue and the effort only exhausted her instead. She whimpered, drool escaping from the corner of her lip as her brain shut down. Eva knew they’d agreed to thirty minutes the first time. She could already tell that it was far too long. Even if she recovered, the programming would make her beg for this again and again. And Jake, sweet and loving Master that he was, would give her what she wanted.
It was Eva’s fantasy, after all. And now she was living it.
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