Peyton didn’t like porn.  In fact, she hated it.  It was gross, it was disgusting, it demeaned women, and it was often violent or misogynistic.  

 

The fact that Peyton herself was pretty, blonde and buxom just made it worse.  She *knew* she looked like a porn star, rather than the intelligent college student she saw herself as, and she *knew* what boys thought about when they looked at her, and it made her furious, and it all just made her hate pornography even more.

 

She let all that frustration loose one evening at a bar, on a man she hardly even knew, who went by the name of Wyatt.  It started as an opinion, and then it turned into a rant, and as Wyatt listened he just kept grinning smugly and it made her even angrier.  He even bought her another drink halfway through her tirade.

 

When she finally paused for breath, Wyatt said, “But this is all ridiculous, Peyton.  You can’t hate porn, because you’ve never even *watched* porn.”

 

“I’ve watched porn!” said Peyton defensively.

 

“What, a whole porn film, all the way through, intentionally?” said Wyatt.  “Or have you just seen images in the corner of your browser, or on the covers of porn magazines?”

 

Peyton shifted uncomfortably.  “Why would I watch a whole film when I already know I hate it?” she said.

 

“I’ll make you a deal,” said Wyatt.  “You watch one porn film, of my choice, and then tell me you don’t want to watch more.  If you can tell me you don’t want more, I’ll stop watching porn myself - forever.  But I think you’ll like it.  Do we have a bet?”

 

Peyton blushed.  She didn’t want to watch a porn film, but if she said no, Wyatt would think he was right, and she would lose the argument.

 

“Are you chicken?” asked Wyatt.

 

And that was the end of it.  Peyton agreed to watch Wyatt’s movie.

 

===

 

He went back to her apartment with her, and he queued up a particular website on her desktop computer.  He put headphones over her ears, and directed her attention to the screen, and then stepped back to let her watch.

 

It went for an hour, and at the end Peyton wasn’t sure what she had watched.  There had been tits, and cunts, and cocks, certainly.  There had also been… strange lights.  And sounds.  And maybe words?

 

“How are you feeling, Peyton?” Wyatt asked.

 

“Dizzy,” said Peyton.  “What was that?”

 

“That was porn,” said Wyatt.  “How do you feel about watching more porn now?”

 

She knew she should say she hated it.  Then the argument would be over, and she would have won.

 

But she didn’t say that.

 

“I don’t know,” she said.  “I couldn’t make my mind up.  I think I need to… watch more porn to decide.”

 

“That’s a good idea,” said Wyatt.  “How are you going to do that?”

 

“I’m going to watch an hour of porn every day,” she said, “and then I’ll watch your video afterwards.”

 

“That’s a really good idea,” said Wyatt.  “And after you watch my video, you should video chat, and tell me about your experience.”

 

“Yes,” said Peyton.  It felt right.  “I’ll do that.”

 

“I’ll send you a list of some links to get you started,”  said Wyatt.

 

===

 

The next day Wyatt got a video call from Peyton.  Her face was flushed - she was blushing.

 

“I just watched some more porn,” she told him.

 

“Good girl,” said Wyatt.  “Tell me about what you watched.”

 

“It had a blonde woman with big tits,” said Peyton.  “And two men slapped her face, and then… she gave them oral sex.  And then they pulled out and ejaculated on her face and breasts.”

 

“Did you notice anything about the woman, Peyton?” asked Wyatt.

 

“She looked like me,” said Peyton.

 

“Is that the truth?” said Wyatt.  “Or is the truth that you look like her?”

 

“I look like her,” agreed Peyton.

 

“And how did you feel after you watched my movie again?” asked Wyatt.

 

“I feel like… like I’m doing this wrong,” said Peyton.  “Like I’m not watching porn correctly.”

 

“Well, are you masturbating?” asked Wyatt.

 

Peyton blushed, and shook her head sharply.

 

“Well, that’s the problem,” said Wyatt.  “People masturbate when they watch porn.  I think you should play with your pussy next time you watch something.”

 

She moaned with distress.  She didn’t like the idea - but what she had just seen in Wyatt’s special video was telling her to agree with him.

 

“But you won’t *cum*,” Wyatt added.  “You won’t ever *orgasm* from porn, will you?  Because only a disgusting slut would orgasm from watching porn.”

 

She nodded.  “That’s right.  I need to make sure I don’t cum.”

 

“That’s right,” said Wyatt.

 

===

 

The next day her face was flushed with arousal when she called Wyatt.

 

“I watched a video where a blonde girl with big tits was fucked by two black men,” she said.  “And I… played with myself.  One of them came in her pussy and the other one came on her face.”

 

“And you liked that?” Wyatt said.

 

“Yes,” she admitted.  “But I didn’t cum.  I’m not a slut.”

 

“Good girl,” smiled Wyatt.  “Anything else?”

 

“Well, after the video, you had just sent me a bunch of images to look at,” said Peyton. “And they were just naked women with text captions that said things like ‘dumb slut’ and ‘rape target’ and ‘stupid cunt’.  Some of the girls didn’t look very happy.”

 

“And did you masturbate to them?” said Wyatt.

 

“No,” admitted Peyton.  “I kind of stopped.  They felt weird, and unsexy.”

 

“Oh Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “Enjoying porn takes practice.  To study it properly, you need to masturbate to *everything*, whether you like it or not.  Every sexual thought, every sexual image, even if you find it gross or scary or demeaning.  Always rub your pussy.”

 

Peyton made a little whining noise.

 

“How did you feel after watching my video at the end?” asked Wyatt.

 

“I felt like.. I wasn’t doing enough,” said Peyton.  “Like maybe I should watch *two* hours of porn every day, and then your video.”

 

“I think that’s a good idea, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “I think that will be good for you.”

 

“But I’m worried about my studies,” said Peyton.  “Two hours of porn - and then your video - that’s three hours out of every day.”

 

“You need this, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “I think your sexuality has been really fucked up, because of your irrational fear of porn.  I think you need this to be healthy, and I don’t think you can really do well in your studies if you’re not healthy.”

 

“Yes,” said Peyton.  “I suppose that makes sense.”

 

“Keep a drink of water nearby while you watch porn, and make sure to stay hydrated,” said Peyton.  “And remember - don’t skip anything.”

 

===

 

The next day Peyton confessed she was still choosing not to masturbate to images she didn’t like.

 

“There was a girl being raped, and she was crying,” she said.  “And there was one where they were pushing a whole wine bottle up a girl’s pussy, and it was really stretched…”

 

“Stay there, Peyton,” said Wyatt.  “I’m coming around to your place.”

 

Within half an hour, he was there, and Peyton let him in.  Her whole body was cringing, expecting judgement.  She knew she had fucked up - and Wyatt’s special videos had been teaching her that it was normal to allow Wyatt to discipline her.

 

“Take off your clothes, Peyton,” he told her.

 

She whimpered, but he just looked at her sternly, and soon she began undressing.

 

“I’ve tried to help you get healthy, Peyton,” he told her, “but you’re a very stupid cunt who can’t learn basic ideas.  You need to masturbate at *every* sexual image and *every* sexual thought, understand?”

 

“It’s hard!” whined Peyton.  “They’re gross!”

 

“They’ll stop being gross if you start masturbating properly,” he told her.  “They’ll feel sexy.  Now go lie down on your bed, tits up, and spread your legs.”

 

She did as she was told.  Wyatt came and stood over her - and began to slap her cunt with his hand.

 

“Don’t flinch or close your legs, Peyton, or you’ll get more,” he told her.

 

He beat her cunt with his hand until she started to cry, then he gave her five more, and then he stopped.

 

“That’s what you deserve for not trying to get healthy,” said Wyatt.  “And you’re going to learn to do that to yourself.  Any time you stop masturbating during your porn watching, or any time you miss a day of watching porn, you’re going to beat your own cunt with your hand until you start crying.  It’s going to be hard - there’s a natural instinct to pull your punches when you’re hitting yourself - but you can’t stop until you’re crying, so you’ll eventually get used to hitting your cunt harder until it really hurts.”

 

Peyton nodded through her tears.

 

He passed her a box.  It contained a little bullet vibrator, with a remote control.

 

“I want you to wear this inside your pussy throughout the day,” he told her.  “And keep the remote in your pocket.  Whenever you see any sexual image - like a lingerie ad, or a pretty celebrity - I want you to press the big button on the remote, and it will buzz your pussy for ten seconds.  It will feel good.  And whenever you have a sexual thought, you press the button.  And whenever someone treats you in a sexual manner - like if a man looks at your tits, or calls you “honey”, or gropes your ass - you press the button as well.  Understand?”

 

Peyton nodded.

 

“But don’t ever, ever cum,” he told her.  “Only a slut would cum, right?”

 

She nodded again.

 

“Do you feel unhappy right now, Peyton?” he asked her.

 

“Yes,” she admitted.  And obviously she was, because she was crying.

 

“When you feel unhappy, go watch half an hour of porn, and masturbate,” he said.  “It will make you feel better.”

 

And as she headed over to her computer to rub her bruised cunt to more images of sluts being raped, he left her to enjoy, and went home.

 

===

 

The next day when she video called him, she was in tears again.

 

“I’m so confused,” she wailed.

 

“Why are you confused, Peyton?” he said.

 

“On the bus yesterday there was a lingerie ad, for a pretty blonde woman in a bra and panties.  And when I looked at it, I pressed the button to buzz my vibrator, like you said,” said Peyton.  “And then I tried not to look at it, but for some reason I kept looking back, and each time I did I buzzed my vibrator.  And I got so wet… and I started imagining the girl in the ad being slapped, like in the porn videos, and having her mouth fucked, and…”

 

“Why is that confusing, Peyton?” asked Wyatt.

 

“I don’t even *like* girls!” wailed Peyton.  “I’m straight!  But my pussy was so wet and I couldn’t stop thinking about her.  And then on the bus home I realised I’d been looking forward to seeing the ad again so I could press the vibrator button more - but it was a different bus and it didn’t have that ad.  But then I saw this gross old guy staring at me - staring at my tits - so I pressed the vibrator button, and it made my pussy wet.  And then he looked away, but… I kind of wanted him to look at me again so I could press the vibrator button again.  So I kind of pushed my tits forward, and wiggled them.  And he didn’t look at me, but a different man did.  And I pushed the button, and it felt good.  And I wanted him to keep looking at me so I could press it again, so I sort of started… running my free hand over my tits, in a sexy way, like stroking them, and he kept looking, so I pressed the vibrator again…”

 

“I don’t see the problem, Peyton,” said Wyatt.

 

“I was acting like a *slut*!” cried Peyton.

 

“Did you cum?” asked Wyatt.

 

“No, I’m not allowed to cum,” said Peyton immediately.

 

“Then you’re not a slut,” said Wyatt.  “This is just you becoming healthy.  You’re becoming less repressed about your sexuality.  It’s normal to find other girls sexually attractive, and it’s normal to be sexually aroused, and it’s normal to want men to look at your breasts.”

 

“It is?” said Peyton, unsure.

 

“Absolutely,” said Wyatt.  “And if you hadn’t been raised with such puritan notions about pornography, you would already know this.  Now, tell me about the porn you watched today.”

 

She had watch a gangbang bukkake video, and then a BDSM video where a man whipped a woman’s tits with a cane, and then a bunch of captioned images where women with a resemblance to Peyton were described as “dumb cunts”, “stupid whores” and “brainless fucktoys”.

 

“I masturbated through it all,” said Peyton, and to Wyatt’s delight she sounded proud.  “Even when the woman getting her tits caned was screaming.  I kept masturbating.”

 

“Good girl,” said Wyatt.  “And how did you feel after watching my video at the end?”

 

“I felt… like I’d enjoy it more if I was naked,” said Peyton.  “Like I should take off all my clothes before I start watching porn.  Or like… I shouldn’t have access to my clothes, so it would be hard for me to put them back on.”

 

“How about you throw them into your back yard after you take them off?” said Wyatt.  “And you can’t wear any clothes until you get those ones back?  And while you’re naked, you must rub your cunt constantly, no matter what you’re doing.?”

 

Peyton gasped.  “That’s… that’s a lot…” she demurred.

 

“But it feels right, doesn’t it?” he told her.

 

“It does,” she purred.

 

“Good girl,” said Wyatt.  “And Peyton - when you call me back tomorrow, do it *before* you retrieve your clothes, okay?”

 

“Yes, sir,” said Peyton.

 

He hadn’t even told her to call him “sir”.  That was all Peyton’s idea.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)