The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Over the next two months, Julia settled into her new personality. She aced all her tests. School work seemed like trivial stuff now. She had several great encounters with other Sisters. Each time she met a Sister she reached up the Sister’s skirt and felt her between the legs. Several times she tried to stay in control her own hand. Try as she might, she could not stop her hand from lifting the hem of a Sister’s skirt and giving her a quick, thorough feel. All the other Sisters did it to her too. Julia realized it was Sir’s doing and she had no choice. It was the standard way for Sisters to show affection for each other. After a while, she decided she liked doing it and especially liked having it done to her. She no longer cared who might see her feeling up another woman in public. She loved her Sisters and they loved her. That was all that mattered.

Julia realized that dressing in a very short skirt with no underwear facilitated the public groping between Sisters. She found that Slut’s shop had several large racks stocked with miniskirts. She picked out a bunch, and began to really enjoy the morning ritual. First she would shower and shave. She would stand nude in front of a full length mirror and admire her own excellent body while she did her hair and put on her makeup. This took a while because she would stop often to pinch her nipples and clit to return them to erection. Then she would put on a pair of the crotchless body hose and pick out a miniskirt and a sexy tight fitting top. She would then spend several more minutes at the mirror preening, touching up her makeup, making sure any Sisters she might meet would find her desireable. More that anything, she wanted to incite lust in her Sisters.

Julia never met up with Whore again. The other Sisters all giggled knowingly when Julia told them what Whore had done to her in the cafeteria. Apparently they had all had similar experiences. When Julia told one Sister that she wanted to get her back she said, “Well good luck on that one, Sis, it’s been tried. Whatever you do, don’t let her take you to her place. You’ll end up in chains with her fucking you for days. And you’ll love every minute of it, or at least you’ll love it while she is poking things into you.”

Julia no longer felt any urge to be with the men around her. Seeing some handsome hunk in the hallways just did nothing for her. Since she didn’t have a steady when Sir captured her, she didn’t have an old relationship to break. She did look at women, however. As she moved about the campus halls, she quickly picked out the girls who were attractive. She found herself ‘rating’ their looks, imagining what certain girls would look like in a bikini, or briefly thinking up some excuse to talk to some gorgious babe, fantasizing how she would introduce her to Sir and He would turn her into a Sister. She wondered if that was how men thought about women, leering at them in public and making lewd advances toward them. She also wondered if that was how natural lezbains felt when they saw beautiful women in public.

Each and every time Julia went to the bathroom to pee, she replayed the same scene of her punisment. She would squat down hovering over the toilet with her legs spread wide and her arms extended over her head, her shit covered enforcer shoved hastily into her mouth. The ghost lips and tounges worked over her crotch and breasts. She would feel Sir’s phantom cock thrusting deep in and out of her pussy while she urinated, ending in His orgasm and her frustration. She would masturbate briefly, then rush off to drink lots of water to wash out the slimy feel and salty taste of his semen. If she didn’t immediatly gulp down some water, and she tried several times not to, the smell, feel, and taste of His come continued to coat her mouth and sinuses, and she could not shake the fear and terror of having been raped. She could feel thick globs of come sliding down her throat. Her mouth seemed so full of come she was sure that if she opened her lips, His come would drool down her chin. Repeated swallowing did not clear it. Instead, her stomach would begin to feel bloated as if she was guzzling the imaginary come and it began to fill her up. Eventually she would relent and drink the water which would clear her senses and calm her mind. She could barely sit through an hour of class before she had to scurry off the the nearest bathroom. There, like a demon, Sir would rise up out of Julia’s own mind, tie her up spread eagle with invisible ropes, gag her with the enforcer, and rape her mercilessly, then send her off to drink more water and regain her peaceful happiness. Julia found that since she was already wearing a tiny mini-skirt and crotchless body hose, she could run into a stall, squat down to pee and get raped without pulling down her skirt, then drink the required quart of water, all in less than two minutes. In this manner, Julia was forced to submit to her owner over and over, sometimes getting brutally raped two dozen times in a day. Her punishment was inescapably housed within her own mind.

Occasionally Julia would try to get away from her enforcer. She even got as far as across the room, once. She had to have it, though. She invariably crawled back to it, accepted her defeat, and re-inserted it into her body. Anything was better than the horrible feeling she had without it. Besides, she began to crave the constant sexual stimulation it gave her when she wore it in her ass. The familiar smell and taste of her own shit added to the comforting peacefulness she felt when it was in her mouth.

She began to wonder when Sir would seek her out. She longed to feel the real Him inside her, not just the phantom brute she felt on the john. Then one week on both Thursday and Friday she got lazy in the morning and forgot to shave. By Friday afternoon, the stubble of hair between her legs was beginning to itch some.

Toward the end of her last class, Julia suddenly felt that odd intruder feeling. She smiled and looked around the lecture hall, finding Him at the back near the doors. He had that blank, concentrating look on his face. Julia saw that several students were shaking their heads, and she new he was inside them. Then the whole lecture room quieted down for a brief moment, including the teacher. Julia knew that Sir was broadcasting something to every one in the room. Then the lecture resumed as normal. Sir walked to the front of the room and sat in a chair at the front of the hall. He turned and began looking at all of the students. No one except Julia seemed to know He was in the room.

As soon as class dismissed, she rushed to His side. Her intentions were to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. Instead she sat down quietly next to him and could not seem to speak. Her hand slipped up her skirt and she began rubbing her clit. Sir was concentrating on something far away, as if he was inside someones head, but Julia could not feel him inside her.

Slowly the lecture hall emptied out, and the last person to leave closed the doors. Three coeds had remained in their seats. They were squirming around in their seats, struggling with some unseen force (unseen, but well known to Julia). All three of the girls opened their mouths and puckered their lips. They folded their arms behind their backs and bent over in their chairs and began bobbing their heads up and down. Julia knew exactly what was happening to them. She was watching as Sir captured and mind raped several new girls. Sir changed His expression and came out of his trance. The three girls remained doubled over, their minds caught in an endless instruction loop, their lips wrapped around Sir’s invisible cock giving it all they had.

“Let’s see, your name is ... ?”

“Cunt!” She couldn’t stop her hand from rubbing her clit.

“Ah, yes. Are you being puniished for anything right now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And what was your punishment?”

“Sir, you have been fucking me whenever I take a pee.”

“Oh ya,” He snickered, “the one where I tie you up and rape you and make you drink a lot of water and then leave you feeling extremely horny? Shit I loose track of these things sometimes. And how long has it been?”

“Almost two months, Sir.”

“I suppose that is long enough. I did that to a stewardess on a plane one time. But then I forgot who she was, I’ve never seen her again. That was five or six years ago. I suppose I am still piss-raping her over and over ‘till this day, since it is quite impossible to shake off the changes I do to someone. I would go fix it if I knew who or where she was. I wonder if I remembered to make her be happy about the situation? I also wonder how she handles the exquisite horniness I made her feel when my demon is done fuckin’ the shit out of her. She wouldn’t be able to get herself off, so masturbating would only makes things worse. Hmm, I’ll bet she serves more than great coffee on her flights. Oh well, I guess that’s too fucking bad for her. Let’s see what we have here.”

With only a glance from Sir, the three girls stopped their oral activities. They stood up and proceeded to remove all of their clothes. Two of them sat back down. Putting their feet up on the chair back in front of them they began to masturbate. The third came foreward and stood in front of Sir. She began to turn around, dancing gently, hands behind her head, showing off her body for Him. After about a minute of this, she backed up several steps, but continued her lewd dance. A second girl came foreward and repeated the display of her assets. After about a minute she backed up next to the first girl, and the third came foreward to dance. Eventually she too joined the line of dancing, naked women.

Sir said “I have a special order to fill, Cunt. A rich Japanese businessman wants another girl. This time he wants a beautiful blonde American girl under twenty one. Which one should I sell to him?”

Cunt licked her lips as she looked at the three girls. She spread her legs, slouched foreward, and exposed her snatch to them. They all three look right at her and watched her masturbating. They shifted their positions so that their dancing displayed their bodies to Julia. All three were babes by any standard, a lucky catch for most any guy. One was a knock-out, though. Her big round tits didn’t sag at all. She had a small waist above a nicely rounded ass and long tanned legs. Her curly blonde mane fell down to her elbows. She had pouting lips, a small nose and big bottle blue eyes. “She is the prettiest, Sir.”

Sir lifted up Julia’s shirt and examined her tits. His matter of fact tone was almost clinical. “She is almost as stacked as you are, Cunt. I am tempted to keep her for myself. But, business is business.”

The chosen girl went back to her seat and dressed. The other two turned to each other and embraced. They collapsed to the floor and began writhing about, trying to touch as much skin together at once as they could, french kissing, hips pressed together firmly.

“What are you going to do with these two, Sir?” Julia asked.

“Hmm, let’s see. ...” As He stared at them, they stopped squirming and froze in their close embrace, lips together, tounges thrust into the other’s mouth, hips pushed foreward so that their pussies were pressed together, looking deep into each others eyes. Sir was silent for almost five minutes as he rewired the two girl’s minds, completely erasing the individuals that used to be there, installing virtually identicle personalities in both of their brains. As the two girls stared at each other, they felt a wave of unbounded love and devotion to the other wash over their souls. When he was done, the two girls had been turned into exact twins. On the outside they may have been two beautiful babes that didn’t look at all alike. But on the inside, where it counts, they were transformed into mirror images of each other.

“That’s fun, I’ve always liked that one.” He said finally, rising out of His trance-like state. “Why don’t you two girls enjoy a nice long pussy kiss.”

The two captives released their embrace and sat up facing each other. They spread their legs wide and scooted toward each other until their crotches touched and their legs were entwined. They began humping and squirming their hips, making their pussies rub together. They smiled contently at each other, silently expressing their mutual affection. They became so involved in kissing with their lower lips they were oblivoius to what went on around them. They heard not one word of Sir’s detailed description of how He had re- ordered their lives against their wills. Several times during Sir’s description of them, one or both of them would orgasm.

“This is what I have done to them. I have turned them into a pair of lipstick lezbians. They are going to move into a one bedroom apartment together and become inseparable life-long lovers. They will share everything, clothes, food, bed, tooth brush, dirty underwear, tampons, and every secret they ever held. To satisfy and entertain each other they are going to buy an extensive collection of dildos, sex aids, loungere, and bondage gear. They will buy a massive canope bed and alter it so that one or both could be bound up in any concievable position and fucked non-stop for hours. The dildos will be kept scattered around their apartment so that one or more is always within easy reach. They will be frequently using them in themselves and in the other. To get her lover’s pussy hot, horny, and desparate for a good fucking, all one of them has to do is pick up a dildo and wave it at the other. Whenever one of them sees the other point a dildo at her, the new wiring I have installed will take control of her volentary nervous system. Wether she wants to or not, she will immediatly get on her hands and knees and wave her sweet ass in the air or, say, lay back and lift and spread her legs. They have become fully automated sex robots. They are utterly powerless to resist the urge to offer both holes to the other to do with as she pleases. They will be like puppets, fuck puppets I like to call them. I have changed them both so that they now will have multiple orgasms quickly and easily. In fact, after only a few moments of erotic stimulation, they can both be forced to have an orgasm weather they wanted it or not. They never have any need to rest between orgasms and their bodies are always eager to experience another and another and another.” “I have removed any notions they may have held about any sexual act being perverted and replaced them with the firm belief that all body organs, functions and fluids are a source of erotic pleasure and should be shared freely with each other without shame or doubt. They are now free to explore and invent new ways to indulge themselves. The ONE thing that brings the most pleasure to each of them is to making her lover to have orgasm after orgasm. Seeing, hearing, and feeling her lover thrash about in extasy is now far more pleasurable to each than getting off herself. The most fun she can possibly have is to tie her lover up on her back with her legs in the air and spend hours shoving various dildos into her lover’s pussy and ass hole, forcing her to come over and over. Yet each one also knows that her lovers greatest pleasure is found in helping herself to get off. Since the pleasure of her lover is supreme to her own, offering her own pussy up for repeated fucking is as mutually gratifying as being the one wearing the dildo doing the fucking. Giving IS recieving, and recieving IS giving.”

“From now on, the two constantly horny pussies between their legs are in complete control of their lives. This control will extend over decisions at all levels. Simple questions like ‘What are we going to do tonight?’ or ‘What should we do this weekend?’ will have easy answers, imposed upon them by their pussies, ‘Let’s spend the whole weekend at home fucking each other!’ More complex life problems like where to work and live will be solved in a way that facilitates the long term pampering of the other girl’s now very demanding pussy. They will start using the phrase ‘The Horny Pussies’ as the standard reference to themselves in their private conversations. Thinking of themselves as ‘The Horny Pussies’ symbolizes their acceptance of their complete domination by their genitals. Using this phrase often in casual conversation will reinforce their self image as mear servants. Carrying out any urge that serves the combined needs of The Horny Pussies is all that matters to them. The entire meaning of life for each revolves around the animalistic drive to make her lover have another orgasm. Going to school or work is mearly a means of supporting the needs of The Horny Pussies. They no longer think of themselves as individual women. They are just twin slaves to The Horny Pussies. Each time one of them sees and feels herself become a sex robot, her concious mind completely unable to control what her body is doing, involuntarily lying back, lifting her knees, spreading her legs, and verbally begging to her lover to ream her out one more time, or helplessly watching from within while her body ties up her lover, straps on a dildo, and starts fucking the shit out of her, or feels herself spinning in delirium while she has four or five orgasms in a row against her will, her mind will reaffirm a notion that I have planted in her. Each girl will forever believe that she is simply following a stream of instructions that are dictated to her by her lovers vagina and that she is fundamentally unable to disobey any order from either one of The Horny Pussies. They now accept that their pussies have become controlling parasitic organisms and the rest of their bodies are mearly convenient, willing hosts whose sole purpose is to do whatever The Horny Pussies command.”

“Dressing in the morning will take a couple of hours from now on because first The Horny Pussies will shower together and lather shave each other from the neck all the way down to the ankles. Then they will press and rub their two carefully groomed pussies together for ten or fifteen minutes, pussy kissing like they are right now. They will apply each other’s makeup taking extra care to help the other express the gorgious, knock-out babe she is. They will then choose the clothes other one will wear that day in an elaborate ritual. Each will masturbate furiously with a vibrating dildo while the other one models several sexy, showy outfits. That way they each will be in an extremely hightened state of sexual excitement when one finally decides what the other will wear that day. The moment each one makes that decision she will signal the other by grunting through an intense orgasm. The one modeling clothes will see and hear her lover writhing and masturbating, coming violently while staring directly at her own sexy body and seeing at how she is dressed. The knowlege that her lover just vigorously masturbated herself all the way to an orgasm while only looking at her will make her happy, confident, and proud about her looks. This pride and confidence will make The Horny Pussies feel so sexy that they will strut their stuff all day long, publicly displaying their great bodies in the exadurated way they walk, sit, and act.”

“They now long for the stink and the taste of the other’s pussy juices. Every few hours they will feel a compelling urge to lick the other between the legs. If they are not together, they each will slip away to a bathroom and masturbate, mentally recounting the last time she was tied to their bed, legs high and wide, and dildo raped by her lover. If they are together in public, they will communicate the urge with a knowing glance. As soon as they can get free, they will immediatly share a long, open mouthed kiss before rushing off to the nearest ladies room. There they will take turns sitting back on a toilet while one gets on her knees and licks the other to a quick, loud orgasm. They will always leave the stall door wide open whenever they satisfy their horny tounges in a public restroom. No attempt will ever be made to hide their relationship. Instead, The Horny Pussies will openly flaunt the fact that they are passionate lesbian lovers. Their sexual intimacy will be so conspicuously displayed that straight men and women will be quite uncomfortable around them, and other gay women will be quite jealous of The Horny Pussies.”

“Whenever they arrive home The Horny Pussies will immediatly take all of their clothes off. They now take great delight in being totally naked around each other. They will sometimes spend hours posing for each other in explicitly revealing postures. They never get tired of looking at their exposed pussies. Gazing at the vaginas that seem to be in control of their lives is kind of like meditating to them. It allows them to focus on what is important and filter out the clutter of day to day life.”

“They will play erotic games with each other where the winner gets to tell the loser to perform some lewd sexual antic for the amusement of the winner. No matter how disgusting or bizzarr the act, she is compelled to perform. Like a puppet on strings, the loser is powerless to resist carrying out every detail of the winners verbal instructions.”

“One simple game they will play often is to 69 lick each other until one of them has an orgasm. The loser is the one who comes first.”

“Another game they will find fun is to place a dildo on the bed between them. They will then both begin to finger masturbate. The winner is the one who can hold out the longest, the loser being the one who gets so horny that she breaks down first and grabs the dildo and shoves it into her pussy.”

“Another game to be played uses a huge two-ended dildo with a black ring drawn around the middle. They will lay on the bed on their backs, butts toward each other. They will put the heads of the dildo into their ass holes and begin to squirm and slowly push towards each other. They will choose a dildo so big that it barely fits inside their rectums. Using their hands on the dildo will be off limits in this game, the only way to get more in is to push against the resistance of the other girl’s rectum. During the game they must keep their hands busy pinching and kneeding their breasts and nipples at all times. They will continue pushing and squirming until the entire thing is inside them and their two horny ass holes kiss. The winner will be the girl who was able to relax the most and managed to take the black ring in past her own anus.”

“After the first time The Horny Pussies play that game of hog the dildo, they will find that they both really enjoyed it. As an experiment they will put two small, thin, double headed dildos in their pussies and ass holes, and push together. As soon as their butts touch they will drift quietly into a deep sleep. They will wake up so refreshed and contented and happy that they will try it again the next night, only his time they will wrap a couple of belts around their thighs so they don’t wiggle apart while they sleep. Soon spending the night strapped tail-to-tail will become the nightly ritual, as natural a part of sleeping as pillows and blankets. In fact, they will get so used to sleeping that way, they will not be able to get to sleep otherwise. Sleeping this way will reinforce the self-image that they are ‘The Horny Pussies’. In their dreams they will imagine themselves as Siamese twins who are joined happily at the genitals.”

“After a while of being emersed in a frenzied lezbian fuck feast their menstrual cycles will syncronize. That could happen after only a few months, or it could take a year or more. Once it does happen, a new set of instructions that I have planted in their minds will rise to the surface and take control of their personalities. Suddenly their horny pussies will need to fuck a flesh and blood cock to be satisfied. As usual, The Horny Pussies are powerless to say no to instructions I have inserted in their heads. Except they still won’t have any idea that these new urges were put there by me. They will simply assume that it is the pussies between their legs controling them, issuing new instructions. By then they will be so used to obeying their vaginas that they will happily surrender their bodies and do whatever it takes to quell this new urge for a dick.”

“Each month while they are bleeding they will search around the quiet corners of campus for the shy, mousey kind of guys. They will pick one out and invite him over to their place. Every free moment for the next three and a half weeks they will smother him with a non-stop three-way orgy. They will constantly lick, kiss, and massage every square inch of him. They will allow him to use them in any way he wants. They will use provacative dress and filthy language, posing for him with obscene body positions to draw out his deepest fantasies and help him to act them all out in vivid detail over and over. While he is resting between erections, they will fuck each other, rubbing their pink, hairless pussies together, kissing, licking, using dildoes and baby oil on each other, handcuffing each other’s wrists and ankles to the headboard, keeping the other girl’s pussy wet, swollen, horny, and ready for him to use and abuse again and again. They will make sure each guy knows that only by subordinating themselves to his pleasure can they themselves have pleasure; that his desires are not just superior to theirs, but are in fact replacements for their own thoughts and wishes; that there are no taboos whatever; that he can tie them up and do anything he wants to them; and that anything he tells them to do to him and everything he tells them to do to each other will be done without question or hesitation. The only thing that they want is for him to get hard again as soon as he can and fuck them: fuck their pussies, fuck their ass holes, and fuck their faces as hard as he can and for as long as he can keep it up. But he will also be told it will all end as soon as they start their periods. Then he will be sent away and they will become strict lezbians again, tending lovingly to each other’s bleeding vagina while they search for their next victim.”

“And here is the part of what I have done to them that I like the best. They will always be very happy and content with spending the rest of their lives living a lifestyle that I dreamed up and planted on their heads. Every thing they think and feel and do will seem quite natural to them. It is as if they had lived this way all their lives. What started as my fantasy has become their reality. They will never know fear or regret. Each and every time they see each other after being apart, even if only for a few hours, they will experience the same heart throbbing excitement and intense adrenaline rush that teenagers feel when falling in love for the first time. They are now so totally in love with each other, that they will never be lonely or unhappy. The comfortable security of living with an exact twin will sustain them for the rest of their lives, ‘till death do they part.”

Sir told the two new lovers get off the floor and leave. They both beamed with a happy, healthy glow. They dressed quickly and scurried out of the room. The way they were talking softly, you would think they had been lovers for years. Yet, by the way they touched each other and held eye contact, you could sense the excitement of two brand new lovers.

“Sir, what if they have boyfriends?”

“You mean ‘had’ boyfriends, and it doesn’t matter, anyway. They don’t know I’ve done anything to them and they don’t know who I am. Their EX-boyfriends will be a little bewildered at how these girls have changed, but they’ll never know how it happened. I guess that is what I find most entertaining about my talent. I can saturate someone right down to the core of their existance with a new personality of my choosing. Most of the people I change have no idea that I’ve done anything at all to them. And even if I do leave someone with full knowlege that I have molded their mind against their will, there is nothing they can do about it. Take you, for instance. You know I’ve changed you. No one is physically making you wear an enforcer, right? But you can’t remove it alone, can you? And if I don’t fix that for you, you’ll be stuck with that enforcer up your butt for the rest of your life. For now I have neither made you like it nor hate it. Instead, I have left you to decide for yourself. So tell me, do you like it?”

“Well, Sir, some yes and some no. It keeps me pretty horny, and I’m not sure if I like that all the time.”

“OK, I’ll fix that. ... (short pause) ... Now, Cunt, you really enjoy being horny, any time, any where, all the time, everywhere.”

Julia instantly felt a change of attitude toward her enforcer. She didn’t necessarily like wearing it, per say. But she knew she genuinely liked being horny. And if wearing it helped keep her wet and wanton, so be it. Julia completely identified with the statement Slut had made at the loungere shop, ‘Some of the Sisters choose to wear their enforcer all the time.’ She smiled and sighed in contented relief. She flexed her buns and squeezed her anus around the enforcer, privately verifying its presence between her legs.

“I used to be a do-gooder, trying to improve everyone I met. But I soon realised I couldn’t fix the whole god damned world. So I decided to change only parts of it, in ways that entertain me.”

“What you did to those two girls, have you done that before to other women?”

“Oh, yes, I’ve turned quite a few women into fuck puppets, although I have gotten much more elaborate and detailed over time. I’ve done similar things to some men, too, but really only to men who piss me off for some reason. I must admit, my personal tastes lie in manipulating annonymous, innocent, and unsuspecting women. There was a time some years ago that I had fun searching for odd pairs of girls to unite like that. I would pair a beautiful girl with an ugly one. I would pair up a big chick with a small one. One time this gorgious white girl displeased me in some way, so I went out and found these three huge, fat, ugly black women and made them all form a four way union. Wow, were they were a sight to see in bed together. I made the white girl quit her job so she could stay at home and be the full time servant, slave, and sex toy for the other three. I also made the fat chicks get shift work, so that their white slave girl would have to tend to one or two of them at all times. I made the fat girls bathe only once a month. Then I made their slave girl be both addicted to and repelled by their awfull body odor. One of her duties was to bathe the others with her tounge every day, twice a day during hot weather, carefully licking every single square inch of their enormous, foul smelling bodies, paying worshipfull attention to their dirty ass holes, sagging tits, and hairy arm pits. I made her be especially addicted to the taste of their menstrual discharge. None of them used tampons, so whenever one of the fat girls was in her period, the slave girl had to lick her bleeding pussy clean every ten or fifteen minutes. Enough talk, let’s get out of here.”

Julia finally regained control of her hand and quit rubbing her pussy. The new girl was waiting obediently and the three went down a corridor lined with faculty offices. Finding one open, they entered. After a brief visual showdown, The professor excused himself and left, closing the door.

Julia plastered herself against Sir. He kissed her back, pushing her towards the desk. She sat up on the desk, raising her legs up and wide for Him. He reached down and removed her enforcer, setting it on the table. He pulled her shirt up and over her head and off. After kneading her breasts for a moment, He slid His hand down to feel her sex.

He frowned, suddenly. “What the fuck is this, Cunt?. You are supposed to be smoothly shaven for me at ALL times.”

Julia was horrified. How could she have failed so badly? “Please, Sir. I was running late this morning. I just forgot. Oh god, I’m sorry!”

Sir shook His head. Saying nothing, He picked up the enforcer. Grabbing each end firmly, He gave the shaft a sharp twist. Julia heard a loud click. Sir pushed it back into place.

“I see you still need some training, Cunt. You now have two hours to run any errands you need before you get home. Once there, I want you to stay in your apartment until I get there.” He grabbed a handful of hair, pulling Julia close to His scowling face. “Do you understand me, Cunt?”

“Y-y-yes, Sir!”

He turned immediately and left, leaving the door open wide. The new girl followed closely. Julia’s body could not move for over a minute, and several students walking by treated themselves to a long look at her up on the desk, feet high, legs spread, shirt off, masturbating.

Julia dressed and ran to her parked car. Once home she went immediatly to the bathroom and shaved. She tried to put the enforcer in her mouth while she shaved, but the horny aching wouldn’t leave. She wondered if He had changed her again or if this new flavor of interaction with her enforcer was already in her. She left her clothes off, and paced nervously around her apartment in the nude.

Suddenly, right at two hours after her encounter with Sir, the enforcer began to vibrate. The buzzing came from inside the egg and transmitted up the shaft through the penis right into her clitoris. Julia melted onto the floor, writhing from the stimulation. Then, just as suddenly, it stopped. She sat up and leaned against the wall, recovering. Finally she stood and sat on the couch. She masturbated idly, wandering how it had happened. Ten minutes later, it happened again. It vibrated for a half a minute, bringing Julia right to the verge of an orgasm. Then it quit, leaving her frustrated. Now her masturbating was not idle. She rubbed her genitals briskly, trying to release her tensions. But it was no use. The last couple of weeks had taught her that she could not bring herself to climax alone.

After several more cycles of this, Julia understood what the punishment was. Every ten minutes the enforcer became a vibrating monster between her legs, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm, then leaving her unsatisfied. All she could do was lie on the couch and finger herself. She kept a towel under her to sop up the constantly flowing pussy juices. She tried turning it off, but it would not twist. She tried moving the enforcer to her mouth, finding it made her even hornier. All the time it stayed in her mouth her hands became puppet extensions, disobeying her instructions. She simply could not stop acting out the uncontrollable urge to masturbate. Her pink, swollen parts started to hurt from the rubbing and pinching and prodding she was inflicting on herself. She finally relented and shoved the thing back up her ass. Julia couldn’t get away from it and she couldn’t relieve her raging sexual hunger. No bars, no chains, she was a prisoner in her own body.