“... two... you're awake enough to hear my voice again, instead of just know my voice... one... you're almost fully awake... and zero. There, how are you feeling?”

Stephanie groaned, giving a languid stretch as she adjusted herself. “Mmmmmhhn, ohhh, that feels much better, thank you! I can barely remember what I was even worried about when I came here today.”

Her hypnotherapist laughed a little, reaching over and flicking off the hypnotic focus, its slow but steady spiral coming at last to a halt. “I'm glad. It's been months, over a year of work, but your anxieties are finally all but truly buried. A little anxiety is healthy, of course-”

“Oh, of course!” she chimed in, brightly. “'A natural reaction to stressful moments, that keep us focused when we need it'. You drilled that in pretty well.” Her therapist chuckled. “Among other things, of course.”

“Of course. But it's when those natural reactions become excessive that issues manifest. I'm glad you decided to come in that first day. We'll bill your insurance, same as usual.”

She smiled. “Of course. See you next week, then?”

Her therapist gave her a warm hug. “Just set up the appointment and we'll see you then. You're free to go.”

She sighed happily, leaning forwards off of her therapist's wonderful chest, as she stood up and allowed their heavy cock to slip free from her anus. She reached over to her long, girthy butt plug, sliding it back into her ass with practiced familiarity, as once again her rectum was properly filled. She didn't remember when she purchased the plug, but then again she didn't remember when she purchased the rest of her undergarments either. Hardly a strange thing to not know! Her therapist stripped off their condom, tying it off and tossing it into a wastebin, just like always. That's an important part of therapy, she knew. It had been a bit of a shock when she'd first learned it, of course! But now it was just another part of the process, like laying down, listening to guided meditation, the hypnotic induction, and everything else that was part of the process. “I'll see you in a week, Mx. Nari!”

They laughed. “See you in a week, Miss Johnson.”

Stephanie gave a happy sigh at the thought – she always felt so relaxed after each hypnotherapy appointment. She really had been doubtful at first, but... she can't deny that it had been so very helpful! She pulled her panties back on, gently hooking them around her hen still locked in its snug chastity cage, took a moment to ensure she was properly presentable – long skirt down past her knees, no way a creep could see her favorite underwear, hair neat and tidy, shirt rebuttoned – of course, her blouse always came unbuttoned as part of the hypnotherapy. That was simply normal! - and soon enough, she was comfortable again, ready to walk back out to the lobby.

Her stride was precise and measured, a gentle sway to her hips shifting that plug inside her just perfectly. A few months ago, she mused, she would have been so shaky and uncertain with every single stride with a plug this large, but she felt her confidence swell at how measured her step was, how well it concealed just how thoroughly her ass had been stretched around that part of her undergarments. Only the people she let know could know. Nobody else would even think to suspect.

“Oh hey, Sephanie! Ready to schedule your next appointment?” The receptionist was always bright and chipper, a wonderfully friendly face. She'd also been the first person other than Mx. Nari to know about her being trans – all those old feelings that she'd struggled with her whole life, finally coming out in a hypnotherapy session early on. She felt a giggle trying to bubble its way up out of her throat at the thought, the “man” she once was, so desperately repressing all those things “he” would've enjoyed, so angry at the people who were just... allowed to do those things “he'd” wanted to do, now fully bloomed into Stephanie Johnson and far far happier for it.

And Nykkie had adjusted her file on the spot when she came out to her. Immediately started calling her by her chosen name. Her anxiety had tried to stop her that day, but something had welled up and given her the courage to do what she'd realized she'd always wanted, and she had been rewarded for it. Some others, of course, hadn't been so accepting – but the people who mattered had stuck around, and her life was all the better, the toxic people gone from her life and only those who cared remained.

She decided to let that giggle finish bubbling up. “Heehee, yup! Week later like always, Nykkie, at 8:00 sharp.”

“Can do!” She tapped away elegantly on the keyboard, deft keystrokes and precision mouse movements putting in the new appointment... “Aaaand done!” She gave a satisfied sigh, always seeming so glad to have done her job well. “See you next week!”

Stephanie smiled, giving a wave goodbye as she left the office, a confident stride swaying her hips alluringly as she stepped out onto the street. She was over six feet of woman, and her heels only served to accentuate that as she took steady, confident strides towards the subway line back home. She'd been afraid that nobody would take her seriously with this much height, back when she first accepted she was trans... that nobody would be able to look at her and see anything but a Man... but that had been society telling her women were supposed to hide away, be small, be passive. She was big! She was tall! She had a killer rack, and SHE got to decide who got to see and touch it!

She ran her transit pass through the turnstile, moving with practiced elegance as she found her train, sitting down heavily and giving a self-satisfied sigh, relishing the feeling of her plug pressing deeper inside her ass. Not that anyone could tell the difference between her sigh and a sigh of finally getting to sit down – though, she mused, it was also that as well, in its own way. She pulled out her phone as she giggled at her private joke, tapping quickly at an app, and soon the plug gently thrummed to life, stimulating her insides as she selected an audio book to enjoy on the way home. Her hen strained against its confinement, just how she liked it, just how she'd definitely always liked it.

She'd realized her fetish for chastity about three months into the hypnotherapy appointments – her dick, her hen, had no purpose to her. Her ass was what was really sensitive, and her hen deserved to be locked up and held tight. Some days – like today – she felt particularly saucy and plugged her length with a curved sounding rod as well, stoppering it up entirely when she wasn't in the bathroom. She had been worried, at first. But something had pushed her, some words from her therapist about seizing the things that bring you happiness, and she'd never looked back. She couldn't quite remember the words, but she knew they were what pushed her to this, and she was far too happy with the result to waste time thinking about why it had come about..

And so her hen strained against its confines, pulsing around the rod plugging it to the base deep within, her anal dildo vibrating directly against her prostate as she edged herself all the way home. She didn't cum, of course – that would be a novice mistake! To make yourself orgasm on the train with people all around who could notice would be a silly failure after this long practicing! She closed her eyes, seeming to all the world lost in her book, as she thought again and again about being locked in chastity, edged to the brink, but never actually cumming – it had been only a week after the first time she'd caged herself when she'd realized it. How nice it was, to not have that pressure of Having To Orgasm weighing down on her. How much longer and more fulfilling her sessions of self-pleasure had become once that end goal had been discarded. She felt that edge growing close, and expertly turned down her vibrator, denying her that release, just how she wanted it to be.

With the clatter of the subway, not a single soul noticed.

She let herself edge as she listened to her book, laughing at comedic bits, smiling at life's triumphs, crying at catharsis, all while expertly, almost distractedly, edging herself. She lived life, whenever possible, two steps shy of orgasm.

It felt too good not to stay there. She'd come to accept that truth after another couple weeks of therapy, and allowed herself to feel good. She'd found discreet plugs, snug cages, and tight panties to hold them in place, and never again did she look back.

The chime of the subway cut through the words of her book, and wordlessly she paused both it and her vibrator, getting to her feet. Any unsteadiness from her minutes upon minutes of self-denial was easy to mask under the rocking movements of the subway car, as she found her balance once more, gently smoothing out her skirt. The door opened, and she made her way forward once again, passing through the throngs of people who had no idea what she did, every day, to keep herself entertained.

She moved confidently, striding with purpose along the busy streets, feeling that rubbing grind against her prostate, her hen throbbing with repressed, denied need, and she allowed herself the moment's indulgence of tipping her head back and savoring the sensation. Why, she never could've accepted this before she met Mx. Nari! The person she was at the time had repressed these desires so thoroughly it's almost as though he didn't have them at all! But now she knew the truth, guided by Mx. Nari, and she was so much better for it. She rode the elevator up to her apartment, strode confidently to the door, unlocking the deadbolt and slipping inside, before closing the door behind her, and at long last, she was Inside.

And finally, she gave a groan, tension leaving her as she let herself vocalize all that pleasure she'd been hiding from the world. Her keys landed in a little dish on the end-table next to the entrance. Her phone was in her hand. She flicked on the vibrator, her hips bucking immediately as it buzzed directly against her prostate, her hen surging against its confines as she relished that pleasure-pain.

She slumped against the closed door, a clumsy hand spinning the deadbolt locked, as she let herself get built back up to that delicious edge. The closer she got, the better it felt, but messing up out in public would mean being Discovered – messing up in private just meant paying for that moment of extra pleasure with a load of extra laundry. So she could edge herself farther, get herself closer to that brink, to messing up and ruining the moment – because it was at that edge where she felt the most fulfilled.

She bit her lip, panting and groaning quietly, hand blindly scrabbling for a nearby drawer – the little end table hiding something very important inside it. She slipped it open, pulling out the thing that made her most comfortable here at home.

The dildo's flavor was heavy rubber. She knew it so intimately, from how it felt pressing her tongue firmly to the floor of her mouth. Her gag reflex was destroyed by how constantly it pressed against her throat.

She loved it.

She slipped the gag in, her moan stopped short as the dildo sank to its final depth, the buckles closing behind her head as she Got Comfortable. It was always how she Got Comfortable. Gag herself with a thick dildo, divest herself of all her clothes, clean up, swap out her going-out vibrator for her thicker, fuller at-home vibrator – some day she'd get good enough to walk around with her ass stretched that wide! - slip on her panties, and edge herself to guided meditation tapes until it was time for either the next meal, or sleep.

She moaned to herself, her sound only able to reach her own ears, as she slipped her plugs free to use the toilet. She divested herself of the rest of her clothes and stepped into the shower, giving herself a moment to look over her naked body. Her breasts were coming in beautifully – it had been so many months to get here, but it was worth it to have a chest like this. She fondled her bosom, suckling on her dildo, as her hen kept straining against her lovely delightful cage. But, she wasn't just here to edge herself, she was also here to clean up – and so she washed her hair, shaved her legs, trimmed her pubic bush – just a little! It was cute! - and finally stepped out to dry off.

She groaned in delight, having built herself up to a soft but wonderful edge. But now she needed to get Comfortable. And Comfortable meant more than just clean and shaved and lightly edged. Comfortable meant being Full, and listening to Guided Meditation. She had set her plugs into the sink to Clean, as she reached for what she wore at home.

An impressive knotted dildo, long and heavy, found its way to her hands, and she shivered in delight. Nothing felt better than walking around with this tied into her ass. She felt her pleasure spike at the thought of finally getting her stride enough under control to walk around in public with a monster like this spreading her wide, having finally allowed herself to cultivate her definitely long-held fetish under Mx. Nari's guidance. She lubed it up, shivering in anticipation, before plunking it down on the toilet seat. She bent down, hovering her hips over the lengthy toy, teasing her loose pucker with her plug, before lowering herself down.

It was heaven. Her thoughts scattered to the wind as she felt the flexible but firm silicone crawl its way deep inside her rectum... <just how you've always wanted>... she bounced, moaning around her plug, as she tried to fit <your favorite knot> inside herself... until finally, at last, it sank home with a final pop. She tipped her head back and moaned in delight, her legs and arms limp... awkwardly, she reached for her other plug, a long, beaded urethral sound, lining it up with the tip of her locked member. It was flexible, but firm, perfect for arching its way through her bent hen, <making it that much harder for you to cum,> just how she'd always wanted it. She moaned around her gag, bliss settling over her mind. She maneuvered to her app, flicking on the new control, and her hefty plug rumbled to life at last.

She sat there for minutes, letting herself build up to <your delicious edge>, before she finally moved. She groaned and shuddered, but <your hands will hold steady> as she cleaned up her traveling toys, plugging in the butt plug to recharge. She focused, trying to ready herself for practice, as she walked through to the bedroom... oh! Oh, she was getting there! She could feel herself improving! <Good girl!> She shuddered in delight, feeling herself improving that steady stride – she might actually be able to walk around with this plug sooner than she thought!

She reached for her panties, when... she paused. She felt so comfortable like this... perhaps even more comfortable than with the panties in place. Perhaps... oh, why not? It would be a simple matter to slip them on if it turns out that was actually more comfortable, and wouldn't even get in the way of her meditation if that was the case.

She flopped, completely naked save her toys, onto her bed, breathing awkwardly but happily around her thick oral gag. Her hand reached, grabbing the charging cables – one for her phone, one for her ass, one for her headphones – before she finally flipped on the guided meditation track and let herself lie there, edge, and relax.

Mx. Nari's voice came over her headphones – it had surprised her, the very first time she had used a guided meditation track from the app, but she had quickly realized that Mx. Nari recommending their own app that they had made themself? Well that just made sense. Especially since they had been the one to put the app on her phone in the first place!

“Welcome back to your guided meditation, for rest and relaxation.” Familiar, gentle music drifted over the headphones, softly oscillating from side to side in a friendly rhythm. She smiled around her gag, the effect almost immediate as she already started getting more relaxed. “This meditation track will ask yes-or-no questions, and respond to your answers. As such, you will need to keep the phone easily accessible. We recommend placing it on your belly or your lap, with both hands nearby, such that either hand can press the appropriate buttons.”

Stephanie smiled, her eyes closed, as the track calibrated. “The screen should now display two blank buttons. Please press either one now.” Stephanie moved, almost instinctively, a finger twitching to tap the button on her right. “Good. That button will now be used to respond “yes”. Please tap the other button now.” Stephanie's other hand moved, pressing the left button. “Good. That button will now be used to respond “no”.”

Stephanie readied herself for what she knew came next. “It is important while meditating to be comfortable, as to minimize external distractions, even though you will be barely moving during this process. First question – are you in your most comfortable outfit?”

Stephanie laughed quietly to herself. Naked, save for a tight chastity cage. The largest dildo she could comfortably take, knotted snugly into her ass. A beaded sounding rod, curved into her urethra. And a thick dildo gag, gently teasing at the back of her throat. If she had told herself even five months ago that this would be her at her most comfortable, she would have called herself crazy. But here she was, at complete peace – and her small gamble about not wearing panties had turned out correct. She tapped the button on her right.

“Good! Second question – are you in a comfortable position? Lying down, or in a comfortable chair?” Stephanie smiled, tapping the button again. “Good! We can now begin the guided meditation.” The voiceover briefly paused, the music gently swelling, before Mx. Nari's soft tones returned to her ears.

“First, we need to release any excess stress building its way into your body. Breathe in... and hold... and breathe out... and hold... breathe in... and hold... and breathe out... and hold...”

Stephanie smiled around her gag as she breathed in a steady, familiar rhythm, already letting her body relax as she held her phone on her belly, screen-side up. The music was synchronized with the breathing pattern, of course, to help her flow more easily into what came next, as new instrumentation slipped into the music. “That's good. Keep up that pattern, in time with the music. With each breath in, you bring in a little peace. Good. That's it. Peace and relaxation, entering your body with every breath inwards.”

Stephanie breathed deeply through her nose, feeling that peace and relaxation filling her body, going limp and comfortable. Her thick plug holding her stretched wide felt so wonderfully arousing – but even that arousal felt relaxing, the familiarity helping her soothe into the familiar, floaty headspace the guided meditation brought on.

“And with every breath out, you let tension and anxiety leave your body. Every time you breathe out, feel your worries and troubles leave with the air of your lungs. Good. Breathe in... peace and relaxation come. Breathe out... tension and anxiety leave. That's it. Good.”

Her mind felt foggy, but comfortable. This was a relaxing place to be, without a care in the world. Her ass full of a comfortable dildo, her hen locked away, her mouth full of fake member, as she lay naked on her bed, listening to guided meditation. A new tone joined the music, as she breathed in steady time.

“Now... thoughts can bring stress. But for this time, we have made sure you will be safe, and comfortable. So, we can discard them. With each breath in, there's a little less room for your thoughts... so with every breath out, your thoughts slip away. Go ahead. It's safe here. Let your thoughts leave with your breath. In... good, like that... and out.” Stephanie's jaw slowly slackened, the sounds slipping into her mind. Each breath gently forcing another thought out of her head. The first that went was her tiny worry about thinking too little. Then her miniscule worry about not coming out of this state. Then her inconsequential worry about being stuck here. Every infinitesimal worrying thought, slowly leaving her mind.

“As you breathe, and your thoughts leave, your memories start to leave with them – for what are memories, but old thoughts?” Stephanie paused, ever so slightly, but she kept breathing in time, and slowly her memories did leave with each breath. “It is okay – memories are heavy things. They will stay nearby. We can pick them up when we are done, if you wish. But we need to clean them out of the way, to reach what lays behind. So go ahead... with each breath out, a few memories trickle away.”

Stephanie breathed, slow and steady, every breath matching that soft music. “Good. With each memory leaving, you forget what is normal, what is strange. But some things you call normal are bad, some things you call strange are good. It is by removing your preconceived notions, that we can reform you, teach you things that are good.” Stephanie nodded softly, each breath leaving her with fewer memories... but it was okay. The recording was here. It would tell her things that were good. “Third question – do you remember what I said before this?” Stephanie's left hand moved, tapping the “no” button.

“Good. You are good, having cast your thoughts aside. But without thoughts to get in the way, my words now become your thoughts.” Stephanie, limply, nodded, ever so tenderly. Of course. With no thoughts of her own, these words were her thoughts. That just made sense. “These thoughts are okay. These thoughts are safe. You can hold these thoughts without worry – we had to get rid of the old thoughts, the bad thoughts, to give you new, safe ones to think.” Ah, of course. Clean up, before putting in new things. “First – you will be truthful in this meditation. If you lie, I cannot properly guide you, so you must answer me truthfully. With your next breath, you will forget how to lie.” Stephanie breathed out, and she only knew truth. “Second, I will not ask you strange questions. If I ask you a question, it is normal for me to ask. With your next breath out, you will no longer be able to consider my questions strange.” Stephanie exhaled, and everything was normal.

“Are you wearing a shirt?” No. “Are you wearing pants?” No. “Are you wearing a skirt?” No. “Are you wearing any clothes at all?” No. “Do you know your gender?” Yes. “Are you male?” No. “Are you female?” Yes. “Do you have a penis?” Yes. “Is your penis in a chastity cage?” Yes. “Do you have a dildo in your anus?” Yes. “Do you have a gag in your mouth?” Yes. “Is it a dildo gag?” Yes. “Does the gag reach your throat?” Yes. “Does the gag reach into your throat?” No.

“Good girl.” Stephanie shivered softly to herself, that feeling touching something deep within her. “You are a good girl, for answering all my questions. We can now continue your guided meditation. But first, your throat is empty.” Stephanie had not considered this before, but as soon as the voice said those words, it became her truth. Her throat was empty. “Your throat should have something inside it.” Oh. Oh, it should. “You would be more comfortable with a gag long enough to reach into your throat.” Oh yes... now that the voice said it, she realized it was true. If she had a gag long enough to swallow on, to deepthroat, she would be so much more comfortable. “You will reach under your bed, and grab the box your current gag was delivered in.”

Stephanie moved, holding her phone with one hand as she rolled to the edge of the bed, her other hand reaching underneath as she fished out the box. She hadn't been sure why she had saved it, at the time, but she no longer cared, not even remembering that she had saved it at all until this moment. “Do you have the box in your hand now?” Stephanie tapped the yes button. “Good girl. We can proceed. You will now notice the second compartment of the box.” Oh! Oh, there... was another compartment! She hadn't noticed it before. “Open that compartment, and remove what is inside.” Slowly, a little clumsily, she opened the compartment on the box, pulling out something new – a chunky dildo gag, sealed inside a plastic bag, with a longer, soft dildo, a deep opening reaching down the length of it. “Good girl. You will be more comfortable wearing this gag, having it stretch your throat.” Stephanie would have nodded, if the truth weren't so utterly obvious. “Remove your current gag, and replace it with the new one.” Stephanie set her phone down, carefully unbuckling her current gag. She gave a soft whimper as the gag passed her lips, leaving her mouth woefully empty – but it was okay. A new one will replace it.

She lifted the gag, suckling on the tip. “It may be easier to fully insert the gag with your head tipped back. Please do so now.” She tipped her head back, beginning to press the dildo gag into her mouth. It filled her. Stretched back her lips. The tip touched the back of her throat, but she still had more to go. So... she did. She pressed, feeling her throat begin to stretch around the girthy gag, her repressed gag reflex giving only the feeblest resistance as she slid the dildo home, the opening allowing air to still pass into her well-plugged mouth. “Once you have the gag fully inserted and buckled in place, please press the “yes” button on the app.” Stephanie's hands moved, straps passing around her head, threaded delicately around her headphones so she would not need to remove them. She slipped strap through buckle with practiced smoothness, and soon it was secure. Her throat was filled, and she felt that new wave of comfort wash over her as she tapped the button.

“Good girl. Lie back down, as you were before replacing your gag.” She moved, a happy breathy sigh passing through the gag as she resettled herself. “You are a very good girl for keeping your throat and ass full. You feel so much more comfortable that way, even if you can only feel fully comfortable at home.” Stephanie's mind accepted this truth. Of course that is how it is. The Voice said so. “We must make this a memory, deep enough to remember when you awaken. Turn on your vibrator.” Stephanie's hand moved with practiced smoothness, tracing controls she wasn't aware of until just now, as the vibrator in her rear rumbled to life. “That's it. Your ass is being pleasured, and your hen is swelling against its cage, just how you like it.” Oohh... oh yes, just... just like that... “It feels better, now that your throat is full too.” Stephanie could not believe she didn't realize it felt better already. “It feels arousing to have a full throat. Arousal is pleasure. Pleasure is comforting.” Stephanie accepted these things as truth, as her hips gently began to rock. “But to cum, is to end the arousal. To end the pleasure. And good girls don't do things that make themselves feel less good. You are a good girl, correct?” She tapped the yes button, immediately. “So you will not cum. Good girls do not cum.”

Oh. Oh, of course. Of course good girls do not cum. “Good girls do not willingly cum. The best girls never cum, not even once, but it is very hard to be the best girls. It is okay to just be a good girl, and never willingly cum.” Of course. That makes sense. “You do not want to cum.” A truth. Her body shook softly as her pleasure built, her hen straining against its cage, the beads teasing deep inside her urethra. “It feels good to be aroused, and to cum is to end the arousal, so you do not want to cum, because that would end you feeling good.” Stephanie's moans were stifled around her gag, her back arching as she held her phone. “So say it. Tell me. You will not cum.” Stephanie's finger darted, hitting the “yes” button. “Yes. Yes, you will not cum. Say it again. You will not cum.” Again, she tapped the button. “This is truth for you. You will not cum.” Yes. “You do not want to cum.” Yes. “You want to be aroused.” Yes. “You want to be edged.” Yes. “You do not want to cum.” Yes! “You will throw out your old gag.” Yes! “You always had your new one.” Yes! “It's better than your old one.” God, yes! Yes yes yes! “You love being edged with your ass.” Yes! “You've always loved being edged, you just never noticed before visiting Mx. Nari.” Yes! This is truth! The voice said it, so it is true! “You've always hated orgasm.” Oh, god, yes! “You will edge yourself all day.” Of course I will! “You will not cum.” Yes! “You will not cum.” Yes!! “To cum is robbing yourself of pleasure because society says cumming is good, even though it isn't.” Yes!!! “Society lies about what is good.” Of course it does! “People deserve to be happy.” Yes! “You are a people, so you deserve to be happy.” Yesss! “Other people also deserve to be happy.” Of course! “It is bad to get in the way of someone's happiness.” Obviously! “Even if their happiness is different from yours.” Of course! “You love being chaste and not cumming, but not everyone is like you.” Yes! “And that is okay.” Of course it is! “Good girls let people be themselves.” Yes! “Good girls stop other people from stopping people from being themselves.” Yes! “You are a good girl.” Of course! “And good girls don't cum.” Yes!!! “Good girls don't cum.” Yes!!! “Good girls don't...”



“... and as you breathe in, you pick up those memories you've chosen to keep. Good girl. Breathe in... and hold... and out... and hold. Each breath bringing you peaceful alertness, as you find yourself now feeling well-rested, relaxed, and comfortable. This concludes this session of guided meditation. Thank you for trusting us.”

Stephanie slowly awoke, moaning through her thick gag, that had always pressed down into her throat. It had been a bit much, at first, but it was now her most comfortable way of being when she was home alone. It was time for lunch. She always seemed to fall asleep at some point during guided meditation, but why wouldn't she, with how comfortable it was? She slowly sat upright, shuddering in delight as the vibrating plug inside her reached a new spot of pleasure. Oohhh... had she... had she actually left it on for the entire session? Had she been edged right up until she woke up this time?

Oh god that was so hot.

She moaned around her gag, hands fondling at her modest chest as she simply sat there, teasing herself further... she could feel an orgasm coming on... and she frowned. Edging was great, but... every time she came, it meant she couldn't edge herself for a while. Far too long.

A thought occurred to her, one she couldn't believe she hadn't had before. What if... she simply... didn't cum? What if she stopped trying to get that release?

She felt her skin flush as a new wave of arousal shot through her. Just... never cum. Never cum again. Stay chaste, and locked up, and plugged up, and edged, forever.

No, no, she caught herself. She couldn't stay locked up and plugged up forever. She had to go to the doctor <good girls stay healthy>, and they would catch her being plugged up and chaste and ask questions. But... that doesn't mean she'd have to cum ever again...

A full-body shudder coursed through her at the thought. Of never letting herself cum again. <Good girls don't cum.> Oh god, that would... that would be perfect. She rose to her feet, still utterly naked, swallowing rhythmically around the gag that had definitely always filled her throat, as she moved to the kitchen, practicing her steady stride. Her hen kept straining against its snug cage, but that only shot further pleasure through her as she grabbed her apron to get ready to cook.

She would be a good girl. And Mx. Nari, and her tapes, knew how to get her there.

She flicked on the TV, pausing briefly as the news came on. Ugh. Once again, people arguing about who was allowed to be happy and how. <Good girls let people be themselves.> They were being so cruel, getting in the way of other people like that – why couldn't they realize the truth? Granted, she had fallen for them once, back when she was angry and repressing, but now she knew! She knew that sometimes, people enjoy other things, <and that's okay>! Nobody has the One Secret to happiness...

Well. Perhaps Mx. Nari did. She chuckled through her thick gag, moving on through the TV channels, settling on a simple show about loving your neighbors and fighting the bad guys, who were trying to stop people from being happy how they were, and enjoyed fun shows, cooking, and being edged.



Mx. Ichiko Nari grinned to themself. It was astounding, just how pliable certain minds could be. Ms. Johnson had, of course, claimed to be Mister Johnson when she had first arrived – but simple guided meditation had helped “him” realize the truth, that she'd always wished to be a woman. Of course, just because they did legitimate guided therapy doesn't mean they didn't indulge themself in other ways.

They purred softly, thinking about how thoroughly their receptionist had been turned, bright and eager and willing to serve, never leaving home without vibrating plugs inside her ass and her vagina, one fastened to her clit ring to give her that little extra jolt of pleasure when she did particularly well. Or, well, did her job at all. It had been hard to code up a way to tell apart “she scheduled an appointment” and “she scheduled that appointment so well” you see.

And turning Miss Johnson into an eagerly plugged chastity slut had been particularly delightful. She didn't realize that hypnotherapy usually did not, in fact, involve getting fucked up the ass by your therapist – that had been particularly easy to change early on – nor did she realize that the fantasies of chastity and orgasm denial and being stuffed full of huge thick cocks were not her own. Being a woman, that was all her, but the fetishes were Mx. Nari's own design. Being in a state of arousal made it easier to be hypnotized, so they had to get good about getting people there, and keeping them there, and they ended up learning they liked keeping people there, and one thing lead to another and, well...

On the bright side, even those who found them out had admitted they'd found it hot. Of course, that was part of their insurance – make their patients fetishize being hypnotized right from the beginning, and then getting caught just means they realize they're indulging in something they enjoy – far less likely to run to the police like that.

Hrm. The police. Bothersome creatures – Ichiko had managed to hypnotize a few of them into giving up their jobs, but there was always something more they felt they could be doing about that. Some better way to help people with-

The phone rang, snapping them out of their reverie, as Nykkie answered the call. “Nari Hypnotherapy Services, this is Nykkie, how may I help you? … oh! Yes of course, Senator McConnor, I can book you an appointment.” She expertly moved to the calendar of appointments, as her vibrators gave her rewarding buzzes, her conditioning far too deep to let even the barest hint of pleasure show on her voice.

Hm. Senator McConnor, the champion of bills that hated minorities left and right.

Inari's face split into a wide, vulpine grin.

There are far worse places to start the trickery, aren't there?