Mark casually reached down and tapped the clasp of Cori’s bra three times.  From where she knelt at his side, Cori opened her eyes, her face taking on a happy, but vacant, expression and chirped, “Cori is programmed for Master’s pleasure,” before closing her eyes again.

 

Mark chuckled and went back to marking papers. One last semester after this and he’d be done at that school, able to finally move in with Corinne as they had planned when they’d gotten engaged, before the pandemic had screwed with a lot of lives, and left them with only phone and video calls to keep their relationship going.

 

But his fianceé had definitely found ways to surprise him during the pandemic, he chuckled, looking down at where Cori knelt on a cushion next to his chair at her dining room table.  Wearing black lace panties and matching bra, hair pulled back into a ponytail, her only jewelry was a necklace with a custom pendant that was carved to spell “henchwench”.

 

He grinned and tapped the clasp of her bra again, causing her eyes to open and her expression to change. “Dolls are docile, obedient playthings.”

 

Once she was back in her drifting state, Mark smiled again.  He made himself wait until he’d finished another paper before tapping Cori’s trigger again.

 

“Thinking is hard. Being a doll is better!”

 

He chuckled. That was a new one.  They’d worked together to set up a list of phrases that Talking Cori Doll would say when the trigger was activated, but there had been an instruction for Cori’s subconscious to determine what phrase was said when. Which did lead to some immediate repeats at first, but they’d been tweaking the programming since Friday night.   Still, this phrase hadn’t been said yet, meaning that Cori hadn’t been entirely comfortable with it until now.

 

“Good girl,” he murmured, knowing that Cori’s subconscious might hear it, but Cori herself was fully in doll mode at this point, only able to react as a doll would. So only when her button was pressed. She could move if Mark physically moved her, but he liked her on her knees next to him, giving him a good look down her cleavage when he would look at her. He considered moving her hands to support her tits more but figured that might be too tempting a distraction for him.

 

And as much as he wanted to do other things with Cori, he had to have these papers finished and grades submitted in the next hour.

 

He tapped her bra clasp.

 

“Docile dollies do as they’re told.”

 

“Indeed you do,” he murmured, going back to his work.

 

Over the next hour, he got his grading done and the grades submitted, interspersed with Cori’s cheerful phrases.

 

“An obedient doll is a happy doll.”

 

“Talking Doll Cori is happy to obey.”

 

“Master thinks, Cori obeys.”

 

As the final grade was accepted by the system, and his time officially his until a week from Monday, when he would fly home, Mark now had the entire next week with his fianceé and hypno-submissive to play. Corrine had taken the week he was here off, just to be with him.

 

She was fully aware that she wouldn’t be fully aware the entire time he was here. In fact, once they had arrived at her house after dinner on Friday, when he had flown in, he’d dropped her as soon as she’d put her keys away, and spent a few hours reinforcing the programming for today’s fun, along with some other things for this week. Once he knew he was going to visit, he and Corrine had begun planting the hypnotic programming in her mind.

 

Once that was done, he’d woken her for some out of trance sexy times. After all, sometimes making her come when she was out of trance and not under a suggestion was even hotter than while she was under.

 

He packed away his papers and computer and put them away in Corrine’s bedroom with the rest of his belongings.

 

He returned to the main area of the house and watched as Cori still knelt where he had placed her before activating Talking Doll Cori.  She hadn’t moved over the past two hours and he smiled. Corrine had been skeptical about what she could be convinced to do under hypnosis when they’d first met at a hypnokink conference. Mark chalked that up to previous hypnotists who hadn’t been as interested in Corrine’s pleasure and needs as their own.

 

Fortunately they’d been compatible, both in kink and in real life. He definitely lucked out the day he had approached her to do some practice trances in that class.

 

Mark reached down and tapped the bra clasp twice then gave it two longer presses, followed by another short tap. Cori opened her eyes and sat up a little straighter, expression still vacant. “Please supply password to enter programming mode for Cori Doll,” she said robotically.

 

“Password: Master Mark mind makeover.”

 

“Programming mode activated. Welcome back, Master Mark.”

 

“Thank you. Corrine status check activate.”

 

Corrine blinked and shook her head, body relaxing into a more natural pose as she looked around, taking in her outfit, before looking up at Mark. “Status check green, though I don’t remember owning this pair of lingerie.”

 

“Well, no, but I figured it would be fun to bring things I wanted to see you wear. And you have always been fucking hot in black lace.”

 

Corrine blushed. She didn’t squirm or move from her spot, as while her mind might be aware to communicate with him,  her body was still in doll mode.

 

“How was it, being a talking doll?” He settled into the armchair in the room.  “Order: Talking Doll Cori will sit in my lap.”

 

Corrine stood and came over to sit in his lap, letting him arrange her so they were both comfortable. “It was freeing.  Yeah, I had some intrusive thoughts but they were really held at bay, because I was so focused on the activation button and making sure I was ready to speak when it was pressed. I didn’t even really think about what I would say when it was pressed, I just spoke.”

 

“What do you think would happen if I pressed it now?”

 

She blinked and pondered, her body seemingly pushing into where his fingers had started trailing up and down her spine, deliberately skipping the bra clasp. “While I’m in programming mode? I suspect I would react, though I don’t recall if I have any special phrases for this mode.”

 

Mark grinned. “I’m not telling,” he sing-songed, getting a snort from her. “Did you feel like a passenger in your own body?”

 

“Only just now, when you had me come over here. I had no control, and yes it was hot,” she added before he could ask. “But as the talking doll, well, I was a toy.  My body wasn’t my body, it wasn’t anything but the activation button, really.”

 

“Would you like to try something similar? A different mode of doll?”

 

“One we’ve discussed?”

 

“Somewhat,” he said honestly. “I put forth the idea, you liked it, but then left it up to me for the parameters, beyond a few limits.”  He gave three taps to her bra clasp.

 

“Doll Cori loves to be mind fucked by Master Mark.”  Corrine blinked then looked at Mark. “Okay, yes, but really?”

 

“Only in programming mode,” he admitted. “I didn’t want that one coming out at a kink convention.”

 

“I should hope not. That’s a bit too personal. Even if it might be obvious.”

 

“Very obvious if you’re a doll standing in the play party, only talking when activated, unable to respond if someone touches you.”  He gave her a small smile.

 

“That will need some limits. There are certain places I only want you touching me.”  Corrine gave him a pointed look. “Also, I reserve the right to determine what kink conventions I am a doll in public space in.”

 

“Noted. We would discuss that before then, and make things clear. But right now, as long as you are still green, and good for me to play with your mind and body even if you aren’t consciously aware of it…”

 

“I am,” she said with a smile.

 

“Corrine status check deactivate.”

 

She blinked once and stiffened, smile disappearing and her eyes going distant. “Doll Cori has returned to programming mode,” she said flatly.

 

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Doll Cori will enter Artificial Intelligence mode.”

 

“Artificial Intelligence mode activated.”

 

“Recite the three laws of the Cori AI.”

 

“One, Cori AI must obey Master. Two, Cori AI cannot hurt Master. Three, Cori AI may reject an order incompatible with her base operating system  by saying ‘incomplete command’.”

 

“Good.”  That last was important to ensure that no matter what, Corrine could protect herself if she wasn’t into something, or for any reason was not ready to obey. The base operating system being Corrine’s subconscious.

 

“Doll Cori will boot into Artificial Intelligence mode after exiting programming mode.  Confirm. “

 

“Confirm.”

 

He tapped her bra clasp, two short, two long, three short. Corrine stiffened more, eyes closing, before they opened again, her body less stiff but still not natural. “How may I serve you,  Master?” she asked in a tone that was somehow natural and robotic at the same time.

 

“Bring me a drink.”

 

“Yes Master.”

 

She stood, turned and went into the kitchen, her movements not as robotic as could be, but they definitely weren’t her normal gait.  It definitely wasn’t “sexy” but it was also definitely turning Mark on, knowing that this was all under his control - and that Corinne was willingly giving him this control.

 

Cori returned with a glass of soda for him, and he grinned. The AI personality was clearly drawing from Corrine’s mind to fulfill his orders. “Thank you.”

 

“It is my pleasure to serve, Master.”

 

“I’m sure it’s pleasurable to serve,” he said, but Cori didn’t respond.  “I’m going to watch TV. I want you to make dinner.”

 

“Yes, Master.”  She turned and headed back into the kitchen. Mark turned on the TV and found a documentary that he could watch while still keeping an ear on Cori in case something went wrong and he needed to step in.   Cooking in lingerie wasn’t always safe.  He pulled out his phone to search for cute aprons that would give her coverage but still look hot with the lingerie.

 

Nothing happened that he heard, so he drank his soda and waited as he saw Cori setting the table and setting out dinner.

 

“Dinner is served, Master,” she said, approaching him.

 

Mark turned off the TV and headed for the table. He stopped as there was only one place setting, with another glass of his soda waiting.

 

“You didn’t set a place for yourself?”

 

“Cori AI has no need for organic nutrition, Master.”  She stated without expression but her voice had a note of puzzlement.

 

He didn’t slap his forehead, but he wanted to.  He had just said to make dinner, and as a service doll AI, she naturally interpreted that as for her Master only, because of course dolls didn’t eat.  He would have to order her to make food for her as well, or at least tweak her AI programming later so that she made food for herself unless he had said to only do something for him.

 

He settled into the chair and glanced at Cori.  "Sit down in the seat across from me."

 

"Yes, Master."  Cori sat in the seat, her hands resting in her lap, and her expression smoothed out as she waited for further commands.  Mark began eating, enjoying the chicken and rice dish that Cori had put together.  Corinne was a decent cook, when she could be bothered, but he knew that was more about her job and the toll it took on her than anything else.  Heating up something pre-made was easier when one was emotionally drained from the day.

 

"Cori, cup your tits so I can see them better."

 

"Yes, Master."  Her hands came up and cupped her breasts, pushing them upward.  Mark smiled and continued eating, pondering how to test the AI portion of Cori's programming in a way that weren't related to being a service doll or hypnokink. 

 

He settled on asking the AI's thoughts on the season finale of one of the shows Corrine watched.  He knew Corrine had opinions on it, but had no idea if the Doll Cori AI personality would have a different opinion.

 

Ten minutes later, as Cori wound down from a well thought out, if flatly delivered, evisceration of the episode, the acting, the plot holes, and the general feeling of the show runners not knowing their ass from their elbows, Mark realized that if he wanted to the AI to have independent opinions, he'd have to do some more work on that programming. Because that was pretty much Corinne’s feelings, if less passionately delivered.

 

Once dinner was finished, and Cori had cleaned it all up, Mark waited until Cori had presented herself to him to activate the next phase of their night.  Something that was solely for him, but Corrinne had agreed to in their lead up to this week.  He'd always wanted to try this, but only with a willing and consenting partner.

 

He reached around and tapped at her bra closure.  Four short, one long, two short, and one long press later, Cori stiffed, gave a short nod, and disappeared into the bedroom.

 

Mark finished clearing anything up in the living room, making sure the doors were locked and the alarm set before he entered the bedroom.

 

As programmed, Cori lay on the bed in only her bra, legs spread and torso propped up on her elbows, hair down around her shoulders. “Good evening Master,” she purred. “I am Cori S.X., your doll for the evening, programmed to provide whatever pleasure you desire.”

 

Mark smiled as he approached the bed, wondering how Cori’s mind would have the doll personality answering his questions. “If I were to request a blow job?” he asked.

 

“Oral sex is within my programming, please identify parameters.”

 

Okay, he’d have to work on the language, though she was still using that sexy voice that definitely turned him on.  “Would I have to identify parameters if I wanted to fuck you?”

 

“Parameters would be required to ensure Cori S.X. was providing pleasure.”

 

“What kind of parameters are needed?”

 

“Positioning of Cori S.X., vocal response parameters, interaction parameters.”

 

Mark took off his shirt and undid his pants.  He’d told Cori she would be a sex doll, programmed to please her master, but the parameters requirements had come from her brain apparently. Not that he was complaining. “Oral sex, Cori S.X. On her knees in front of me, hands behind her back, volume unlimited.”

 

Cori rose gracefully from the bed and knelt in front of him, hands behind her back, and she leaned in and swallowed his cock. Mark groaned. Corrine had always been fantastic at oral sex, and even being a sex doll wasn’t dulling her skills. He threaded the fingers of one hand in her hair and tugged lightly, hearing her reaction, one that she couldn’t hide even as a doll. He held on until he gripped her harder and fucked her face before he came, shouting his pleasure as she swallowed him. 

 

When he could think again, he gently detangled his fingers and looked down at Cori. She was watching him, still kneeling with her arms behind her. He reached down and wiped his come from her chin with a finger and held it to her lips. She licked it with no hesitation.

 

“Tell me, Cori S.X., have you been programmed to receive pleasure?”

 

“Cori S.X. is programmed to simulate receiving pleasure and orgasm if that is what Master requires.”

 

“So if I never ordered you to come, you would not.”

 

“Affirmative,” she purred. “Master’s pleasure is Cori S.X.‘s primary programming.  Cori S.X. does not act unless it is Master’s pleasure.”

 

He grinned and leaned down, sliding his hand into her hair again.  “And if I ordered you to come?”

 

“Master’s pleasure is Cori S.X.‘s primary programming.  If it pleases Master to order Cori S.X. to come, Cori S.X. will come.”

 

Leaning in further, with his lips next to her ear, Mark pulled her hair and ordered “Come.”

 

Cori gasped and came, with gasping moans but not a lot of movement. Mark waited until she had calmed down before letting go of her hair. “Cori S.X., Master wants you on your back on the bed, legs spread, hands holding the headboard.”

 

He finished undressing as he watched her assume the position. He knelt between her legs and felt how she was wet from her orgasm. He slid down and grabbed her thighs to spread them more. “Cori S.X. is such a pliant, obedient docile doll, and her Master does not want to her come until he orders her too. Is that understood?”

 

“Cori S.X. can only come when her Master orders her too.”

 

“If you feel like your programming to not come may be failing, you will say ‘override’ out loud. Acknowledge.”

 

“If my programming to not come begins failing, l will say “override’ out loud.”

 

“Good Cori S.X.  Now, stay in this position, volume unlimited. I want to hear your reactions.”

 

“Yes Master,” she said, devolving into a gasp as he began to lick her clit.

 

Mark took his time, using what he knew Corrine liked to try to drive Cori S.X. beyond her programming. It was longer than he expected before he hear Cori gasp out “override!”

 

Mark withdrew and sat up, taking in Cori’s flushed face and breasts, the latter quivering as she panted, her hands still gripping the headboard. Her eyes were open and staring at the ceiling somewhat vacantly as she pulled her Cori S.X. programming back to the forefront of her brain.

 

“Good Cori S.X. for obeying Master and pleasing him,” he said when he saw she was about to speak.  He moved back on the bed to give her room before ordering her to change positions until she was on her knees, chest supported by pillows, hands under the pillows and she couldn’t move, could only make noises, unless she was in danger of coming, at which point she would say “override” again.

 

Mark grabbed her waist and thrust into her, taking his time.  He noticed that the Cori S.X. doll wasn’t responding, wasn’t moving, much like it hadn’t when he was eating her out. Corrine was taking programmed doll seriously in her mind.

 

He reached down with one hand to play with her clit, getting moans from Cori. He kept thrusting, waiting for her body to get close to the edge.

 

“Override!”

 

Mark stopped, pulling out. He quickly ordered Cori S.X. into a different position and began fucking her again, until she had to call 'override' again.

 

And again.

 

And again.

 

Between each time he changed her position, and she stayed in it, not reacting to his thrusts, just being a vessel for his pleasure.

 

After she had brought herself back from the edge again, Mark lay back on the bed. “Cori S.X., oral sex, hands on my thighs, volume unlimited.”

 

Cori got up on shaky legs and crawled into position, moving to take his cock into her mouth. Mark threaded his fingers into her hair again and groaned as Cori S.X. used all of Corrine’s skills as her “programming” to bring Mark to orgasm, thrusting hard into her mouth as he came.

 

Cori still knelt next to him, hands on his thighs, when he was back to himself. He smiled and reached up to tap on the fastening of Cori’s bra.  Five short taps and one long press.  “Cori S.X. personalized programming mode, password Master Mark.”

 

“Personalized programming mode entered,” she said flatly, sitting up with her hands on her thighs.

 

Mark got up from the bed and pulled an item from Corrine’s bedside drawer. “Saved subroutine B-U-D-zero-zero-one, activate.”

 

“B-U-D-zero-zero-one activated.”  Cori shifted, lying back on the bed, arms and legs spread, mouth open, eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling, her mind clearly deep in her programming as a warmer than usual blow up doll.

 

Mark returned to the bed, kneeling at her side. He pressed the vibrating dildo to her opening. “Subroutine B-U-D-zero-zero-one Option Alpha activate,” he added as he slid the dildo inside and turned it on.

 

Cori S.X. gasped and moaned through her open mouth, hips working as he worked the dildo in and out. He grinned, watching. She wouldn’t independently come from this stimulation, but this subroutine and option was a special bit of post hypnotic suggestion that had her reliving the evening until she was so far on the edge that she’d have to give in to the programming requirements to come. 

 

Judging by her moans, whimpers, gasps, and thrusts against the vibrator he was still working in her, it wouldn’t be long now.

 

In fact, a few minutes later, she arched her back. “Fuck you Mark, let me come!” she cried out before she did come, screaming and shaking, hands digging into the mattress.

 

Mark grinned and ordered her to come several more times, enjoying how she responded to his commands. He let the last orgasm fade before pulling the vibrator out. “Cori S.X., deactivate subroutine B-U-D-zero-zero-one.”

 

“Subroutine B-U-D-zero-zero-one deactivated,” she said, voice softer from her screams. He smiled and moved up to take her into his arms.

 

He tapped her bra fastening four times, then four long presses. “Playtime is over, Master Mark has returned his dolls to their boxes for another day.”

 

Corrine shivered a little, and began blinking. Mark rubbed her back and her arms, murmuring that she was a good girl, how pleased he was, how she could take her time coming back.

 

It took her a while, and he wasn’t surprised. She’d been under the effects of hypnosis all day, even if she hadn’t been in full trance. So he continued to hold her and talk to her until she pulled back a little to look at him.

 

“I’m both afraid and eager for what you have planned for the rest of the week,” she said softly.

 

Mark chuckled. “Oh, you’ll find out.”

 

“But will I remember?”

 

“Yes, this week you will remember the scenes, but not the programming. After all, I want your input on them and how to improve the dolls and other things I have planned.”

 

“Mmm. I’m guessing Guardian Girl will make an appearance?”

 

“She might. After all, the Sinister Spiral does need to be stopped.”

 

“Or he’ll stop her thinking.”

 

“Well, yes,” he chuckled.

 

“I do have a question,” Corrine said, resting her head on his chest.

 

“Okay.”

 

“‘Fuck You Mark, let me come’? Not your usual choice of phrase to trigger orgasms.  You usually enjoy the cliches of me declaring my submission to you.”

 

He laughed. “Yes, because that is so hot. But, this one was your idea, somewhat. You remember the class we did at the last conference, on using hypnosis to take your partner to the edge of orgasm and keep them there without coming?”

 

He could feel her slight scowl. “The one that was supposed to be an hour, but ended up being two when so many people had questions that we moved into an empty room to continue it? All the while I was constantly triggered into arousal and denied orgasm?”

 

“Yes, that one. You won’t remember but after we were back in our room, and you’d come so beautifully several times, I asked you what you had been thinking near the end of the class. And then figured I’d save that for a playtime when it was appropriate.”

 

“And ‘Fuck You Mark let me come’ was definitely something I would have been thinking, even if I couldn’t say it.”

 

“Exactly. And it was fun to hear you say it aloud to trigger your orgasms.”

 

Corrine chuckled. “So it might pop up again at some point, though I won’t know when, of course.”

 

“Would you like to know?”

 

“Mmm. Maybe. I think it would be something to discuss using. Maybe not to trigger but to let you know where I am? Of course, using that to bring me down from the edge would be frustrating if used all the time. But for a specific scene, could be fun.”

 

“We can talk about working that into one, then.” Mark casually tapped her bra strap, and Corinne blinked, but didn’t react. “Just making sure everything is back to normal. You weren’t supposed to react unless I’d activated doll mode.”

 

“Good to know.”  She yawned. “I’m going to be way too used to having you here at the end of the week.”

 

“Not long now before I can move.”

 

“Too long,” she said a little petulantly, sighing.

 

“I know,” he said. “But we have this week, and I’m sure we can find some more creative ways to play until I’m here full time.”

 

“Mmm,” Corrine said, already half asleep, “am I going to start mailing myself doll clothes?”

 

He waited until she was asleep to laugh. She’d already mailed herself a specific set of lingerie to arrive later this week for the Sinister Spiral’s henchwench to wear.   Not that she remembered.

 

But he was definitely looking forward to her receiving it.