I plop down on my girlfriend Maya’s couch and turn on her TV. The basketball game I came over to watch is on a streaming network I don’t have but she said I could watch it here. She couldn’t care less about sports so I appreciate the offer.

“So…” Maya sits down next to me with an expectant look on her face.

“Sooooo…” I glance at her, not sure what she’s going to say.

“You know that I don’t care about basketball.”

“I do know that,” I smile sweetly, “Which is why you’re the best girlfriend in the world for letting me watch the game here,” and give her a little kiss.

“True, I am the best girlfriend,” she laughs. “But it is also true that you are my deeply suggestible and easy to hypnotize good girl. You will be watching your silly, little back-and-forth, back-and forth, sleepy, deeeeply sleeeeepy game while I turn you into my own entertainment. Doesn’t that sound exactly like what you want too?”

My slack jaw and heavily drooping eyes are nodding in agreement without consideration for what her words mean. Submissive accord with anything my dominant says while using her hypnotic voice has become a natural reaction. She switched her cadence and tone after laughing and I’m so thoroughly conditioned by my hypno-dominant that merely the sound of that voice slips me into a malleable space. I’ve been Maya’s perfectly programmed good girl and deeply obedient sex toy for quite a while now. I can’t help that I’m responsive to cues my subconscious has been trained to obey.

“Watching your silly, sleepy game that goes back-and-forth, back-and-forth, back-and-forth…” She’s swaying my limp body from side to side.

When I first stepped into Maya’s apartment, I got hit with many rapid inductions and deepeners to catch me off guard. She masterfully softened my mind and assumed command over my awareness. When a vacant stare was obediently following movement, just as she directed, I was wiped of any inkling that I’ve been programmed or even seen her yet. Still within a hypnotic void, I walked steadily back to the elevator. It wasn’t until I reached the ground floor and stepped into the lobby that I woke from trance. I popped (back) into the elevator with a new enthusiasm to get to my girlfriend’s place for watching the game.

SNAP. “Wake.”

Maya is rubbing my thigh and I have to push myself up from where I’m currently slumped over sideways. Yawning and stretching as though I’ve just woken from a nap, I repeat the fiction my hypnotized mind was fed, “Thank you for letting me nap, sweetie. I really needed that sleep!”

Maya smirks, “You’re so very welcome. So when does the game start?”

Glancing at the TV, I answer, “Probably soon. What are you going to do while I watch?”

“Everything I want,” she practically purrs as she leans in and kisses me deeply. Maya is being a lot sexier than I was anticipating when I got here. She pulls back from the kiss and I follow for more but her hand at the base of my neck holds me back. Unintentionally, I let out a pathetic whine. My girlfriend’s laugh makes me realize how easily she just manipulated my libido. Dammit. So embarrassing.

Huffing out a breath, I sit back and give her an angry pout, but we both know I’ll get over it quickly. Maya seems to be in a dominant kind of mood and I find it hard not to play along whenever that happens. She tells me teasing me by turning me on is one of her favorite things to do while sliding her thumb over my bottom lip. I suck it into my mouth and she looks on appraisingly. I can tell I’m really responsive to her right now, but that happens all the time so I don’t question it.

My eyes look over to the TV and I let her thumb go, “Oh! The game is starting.”

“Excellent!” she responds excitedly and pops up from the couch to drag a chair in front of the television. “You’re going to sit here.”

I’m walking over to the chair even though it won’t be as comfortable as the couch, but Maya sounded so resolute and an innate urge to comply happened faster than conscious reasoning. I have no idea why she wants me in this seat, but it’s directly in line with the television and she never watches sports. Maybe she thinks this is being supportive of my interests.

After sitting down, Maya stands behind me and begins massaging my shoulders.

“Wow,” I comment. “If I’d known you were going to do this, I would have come over for every game of this tournament.”

“It’s a tournament?” She sounds really surprised.

“Yeah. It happens every year. College teams...”

“Shhhh,” she cuts me off. “You need to watch.”

I chuckle but stay quiet. The game is in full swing when her massaging fingers knead their way up the back of my neck before focusing on my jaw, until finally, she’s gently circling my temples. I’m trying to pay attention to the game but I’m getting so relaxed. However, each time Maya tells me, “You need to watch,” my eyes open wide and I lock on the TV again. I am remarkably loose compared to how I’d normally be while watching basketball.

Maya makes comments here and there about how much easier it is to watch sports when you let yourself gaze at the movement passing through your vision without thinking about it. Her hands pull my slumping shoulders back against the chair so that my head can be cradled between her breasts. They’re so soft...soft...like me.

I’ve never been so chill while watching a game before, but now I know that this is the best way to watch sports. In a thick, pleasurable daze. This is what I want. This is how I want to...sports.

“I am the main event.” I’m speaking what I’m told to say. “I am happy,” a smile appears, “to learn the best way to watch sports. I am the main event.”

It’s impossible to think clearly when your head is full of a thick, pleasurable daze. It doesn’t register that none of this is a normal part of watching basketball. Limp arms slid off of my lap a while ago and are simply dangling at my sides. The little bit of drool traveling down my chin shows my dominant that her good girl is ready for the final step. She seals my subjugation by giving me a mantra: “I need to watch. I have no thoughts. I need to watch. I have no thoughts…”

Maya smiles wickedly as my voice stops being soft and dreamy and shifts into empty and unemotional. My mind is very, very deep and my body is passive. I am designed to be played with. To entertain my dominant.

A vacant gaze follows movement on the TV because, “I need to watch.” And I am mindless because, “I have no thoughts.”

“This is very, very good,” my dominant purrs. “Your eyes ‘watch’ the game I told you you would, even though you are nothing but a sex toy now. You love being my sex toy. You watch your little...sports…” She lowers one of the straps on my top. “...while…” She lowers the other strap. “...I get…” She lifts one breast free. “...everything…” The other breast is exposed. “...I want.”

My dominant’s hands tease and play with her sex toy’s heavy tits. Hypnosis always makes me horny so my nipples are already tightly budded, but my body responds further to her arousing touch. She hums in approval when my pelvis begins spontaneously thrusting as if we’re fucking. I am otherwise motionless, oblivious to how shamelessly I’m drooling from both my mouth and pussy. It is obvious just how deep this hypnotic entrancement dropped me and how perfectly I’m conforming to what my dominant desires in this moment.

She twists and pulls on rock-hard nipples before mumbling lowly, “If only you could see how amazing you look like this…” She leans over my shoulder to spread my thighs wide and cups me between the legs. Licking from my neck up to my ear, she husks, “...but if you did, you would never want to be anything else. You’d want this forever. To be my horny, deeply mesmerized sex toy.” Her fingers rub against the crotch of my pants and my hips hump against her. “Pleasure is mindlessness. Pleasure is obedience. You are filled with pleasure. Now, sleep deeper and deeper down, sex toy. Deepest you've ever dropped." My pelvis stills. "That’s right. Totally gone. Empty of everything but pleasure. You’re perfect, and it’s time that I get entertained.”

Everything that follows is play that Maya will tell me about later. I can’t recall activities from trances that go this deep without her helping me rebuild the thoughts.

The empty gaze tracking movement on the television doesn’t falter while Maya’s sex toy performs, entertains, and pleases. I don’t know I’m nakedly wiggling my ass against her or smooshing her face between my tits. I don’t register any of the various positions she freezes me in. Her nude statue thoughtlessly following movement on a screen, while she’s sucking, licking, groping, and edging the sex toy. This is exactly how my dominant wanted to enjoy herself today while I “watch” basketball.

SNAP. “Wake.”

Um… Huh. I’m surprised to find myself without clothes and standing much too close to the television. Strange. I take several steps back and turn around to look for Maya. I’m stunned to find her sitting on the couch, legs spread wide, and wearing nothing but a pair of sinfully small and sheer panties. “Wow,” I exhale. “You look incredible.”

“Thank you, sweetie.”

I hear the smile in her voice rather than see it. My eyes are laser-focused on her pussy lips. They need my...attention.

“How did you like your...sports?”

A thick, pleasurable daze takes over. “I am the main event.” The enthralled quality of my voice is a distant, unimportant detail I let slip away.

SNAP. “Wake.”

Uh…hmm… My eyes are still on my girlfriend’s cunt because I can see she’s really wet. I quickly glance up at her face before looking back down. She’s watching me. I want to...I want...her cunt...but...but something is holding me here.

“You seem distracted,” she teases.

“Huh? No. No, I…” my eyes don’t leave her crotch. “...I uh...I want to…”

“You want to worship me.”

I fall to my knees and cry, “Please!” That’s the word I couldn’t find! Worship! My chest is heaving. “Please let me worship you...please...I need to worship you...”

“You may…”

I crawl like a feral, little beast over to her and shamelessly rub my face against the thin, wet material barely covering her pussy. “Ohhhhh, baby,” I moan against her. I don’t care how desperate I am. I lick along the thin material and then under. Her delicate panties won’t keep me from sucking on these swollen, ready lips. She needs me to worship her. I’m fulfilling my purpose. Her moans and obvious desire fuel me. Her hands land on the back of my head so she can grind herself against my face. My dominant needs to be worshipped and that is what I was born to provide. We make eye contact when my fingers are poised, ready to rip her panties to shreds. She nods emphatically and I destroy my only obstacle. When my lips and tongue suck her clit, one of my hands slides to her throat. My dominant thinks she might be the one entering an altered state as her eyes roll up for a sudden and hard orgasm.

I’m only getting started.

Later, when Maya is too sensitive, she allows me to softly nuzzle her thighs. I’m punch-drunk and unbothered by the moments when my eyes roll aimlessly around my head. I gently lick and peck soft skin despite my fugue state. I must worship...born to worship...

SNAP. “Wake.”

The silence is deafening as I piece together the present. I shake my head to try to clear it. I must have been in something like a waking trance? I rest my cheek on my girlfriend’s thigh and look up at her. “Wow…” I whisper and giggle. “This has been...amazing.”

She smiles lazily. “Yes, it has. You’ve done exceptionally well.”

“At fucking you?” I laugh.

She’s wearing a lopsided smile and lightly traces her fingertips around my face. “Thank you for telling me that the basketball game is part of a larger tournament.”

I try explaining a little about March Madness but she interrupts me to say, “You’re cute when you’re excited about...sports.”

“I am the main event.”

“That you are,” she grins slyly.

The thick, pleasurable daze that took over makes me obedient and docile. I am prompted to recite, “I need to watch. I have no thoughts. I need to watch. I have no thoughts…” Instantly, I am back under the spell that swallowed me whole during the last game. Fractionation is a beautiful tool.

“I need to watch.” I sit up and face the television. “I have no thoughts.” Mindless.

Maya thinks she would have cared about my interest in sports a long time ago if she knew it could be like this. Only she knows what fills the time until: SNAP. “Wake.”

My vision focuses and I become aware of the fact I’m sitting on my girlfriend’s face! Warmth from her tongue and lips explains why I’m so fucking turned on. So much pleasure is igniting my body and I’m having a hard time coping with it. “Mmmm...Maya...” I’m so damn close to orgasm but I don’t want to cum unless I know it’s for her. “Please,” I beg, “Please let me cum for you. Please let me...” I don’t know my dominant had me edging myself while I was staring blankly at the second basketball game of the day. I’m wound so tight a release is going to overwhelm my senses.

“Cum for me!”

A glorious, mind-shattering dam breaks and I scream. Perhaps in a life without having met Maya I’d be embarrassed to express myself in this way, but I don’t need to suffer those constraints. My dominant freed me. She freed me to be her perfectly programmed good girl and deeply obedient sex toy. When she takes ahold of my face in both of her hands, no longer physically stimulating me, she commands, “Cum for me!”

Once again, I do. I have to. I’m quivering and shaking for her; I can only obey.

“Cum for me!”

My hands-free orgasms happen because I am completely obedient to her. A good girl to control. A sex toy to play with. My dominant’s desires give me freedom.

I must cum for her.

Completely spent and a mess of tingles, we finally cuddle and fall into genuine rest. Both of us need it.

Maya has a new appreciation for my interests. She’ll be suggesting I watch a lot of games with her from now on...now that sports turns me into the main event.