“... two... you're awake enough to hear my voice again, instead of just... ooo... know my voice... one... mmmm... you're almost fully awake... and zero. I'm getting close, Stephanie... are you ready?”

Stephanie Johnson would have talked, but she was currently deepthroating her therapist's massive shaft, her esophagus swallowing reflexively around it with every bob of her head. Her huge knotted anal vibrator was pulsing against her prostate, keeping her hen straining against her chastity cage. She shuddered, her arousal at a glorious peak, but she was still being kept back from actual orgasm, just how she loved it.

In other words, a completely normal hypnotherapy session.

Stephanie gave her therapist a thumbs-up, before resettling her hands around Mx. Nari's hips as they began to thrust into her throat, their hands settling securely onto her head to ensure she'd take every last drop. She felt the surging swell of that heavy length inside her mouth, a ripple of pleasure shooting through her body as she felt that oncoming orgasm from the wonderful enby who had helped put the pieces of her identity back together. Really, letting them cum directly into her belly was the least she could do!

Mx. Nari did not have to thrust long before they shuddered, a deep throaty groan rumbling from their chest as they pressed tight against Stephanie's lips – and all at once, they let go, their seed surging through their impressive member and down into Stephanie's stomach.  She shuddered in pleasure... good gods, it felt so good to suck dick! So right! Her throat never felt better than when she had someone's penis inside it, filling her belly with spunk. Her hen surged sympathetically, ready and wanting to cum as well, but she fought her orgasm back, tamping it down – no, she was a good girl. She would not ruin Mx. Nari's orgasm by making it about herself and cumming as well, no matter how arousing it was to fill her belly with their seed!

Mx. Nari barely had to hold her down, her arms tensing as she held their hips, her nose filling with the wonderful scent wafting from their pubic tuft. She felt the surging pulses of their shaft gradually taper off, her eyes rolling back in her head at the sensation and also somewhat from lack of oxygen. She would swallow every drop even if she did have a choice in the matter – that was also something good girls did! If she deepthroats a partner, she should swallow absolutely everything, because she was a Good Girl!

Mx. Nari fell back against the couch, panting happily and ruffling Stephanie's hair just a touch. “Oohhh. Very good, Stephanie. I'm so very glad you've maintained your appointments.”

Slowly, with the last of her therapist's seed emptied into her, Stephanie pulled her way free, taking a final deep inhale of their musky, vaguely forest-y smell and licking the last dregs of cum from the tip of their shaft. “Mmmm... of course, Mx. Nari! You've helped me with a lot, even found some problems before they started – why wouldn't I want to keep coming back?”

Mx. Nari chuckled, wiping off the spittle from Stephanie's cheek with a tissue, before using another to clean their own length. “Some people think that therapy ends with them being 'fixed',” they said simply, tucking their clean shaft back into their snug slacks. “They get far enough in therapy that their problems are no longer bothering them much, if at all, and fool themselves into thinking that they are simply 'better now'.” They turned their gaze at Stephanie, and she gave a small nod as she stayed kneeling between their thighs, staring up at them and hanging on every word.

Mx. Nari reached out, that smile softening into one of the most tender, caring expressions Stephanie had ever seen, as they gently cupped her cheek. “But people who are traumatized do not simply “get better”. They need help, often for the rest of their life.  Maybe only a little, and maybe only sometimes, but still, they do.”

Stephanie frowned sadly, a hand reaching up to touch Mx. Nari's in a completely normal platonic gesture that happened all the time in hypnotherapy appointments. “But... then why do people think otherwise?”

They chuckled, a morosely wistful sound, as they gently stroked their thumb at her cheek in a totally ordinary gesture between therapist and client. “Because society tells us it is our fault if we are traumatized. Society says we are to blame, because if we simply were somehow "stronger" we would not have felt trauma, and that we must fix our mistakes, and stand on our own.” They gently took Stephanie's hand, helping her to her feet, sending a pleasant shiver through her body as her still-vibrating plug rubbed delightful parts inside herself, as was entirely normal for her undergarments to do.

“And that's... not true, is it?” she asked, smiling warmly as they turned down the dial on her vibrator, giving her a chance to relax and get her feet back under her.

“Exactly,” Mx. Nari replied, handing back her phone with the vibrator app still open, as was a completely unremarkable event in these therapy appointments. “We band together to help each other, so that when one of us stumbles, the rest can help pick them up. There is no shame in needing help."  They gently held her hand for a moment longer, before finally letting her take her phone back.  "That's what other people are for.”

Stephanie smiled, nodding along as she tucked her phone back into her pocket, leaving the vibrator still going at a low, comfortable setting. “Thanks, Mx. Nari. I know I've been doing way better, but... it's nice to hear that. Makes me less afraid of backsliding again.”

They chuckled, offering a warm hug. “Just doing my job.”

The two embraced, holding together for a long minute, hands tenderly tracing up and down backs, in a completely understandable way for a therapist and their client to do after an emotional session. Eventually, though, Mx. Nari slipped away, slow and gentle, her hands slipping along Stephanie's arms until they held her hands in turn. “All right. Go set up your next appointment with Nykkie. I'll see you in a week.”

Stephanie nodded, hands trailing together briefly in a perfectly normal way. “See you then, Mx. Nari. And thank you. For everything.”

She pulled out a brush, adjusting her hair back into its neat little hairdo, before double-checking herself to make sure she was presentable. Skirt smoothed out, check. Vibrator on its lowest setting, check. Hen stuffed with a thick beaded sounding rod and in her most secure chastity cage, check. Blouse rebuttoned, check. She smiled, then confidently strode out the door.

It had been about a month since her breakthrough about never needing to actually cum again. She'd been eagerly practicing since then, walking about her apartment, then short walks through the apartment complex, getting used to wearing her larger “at home” plug while out and about, and at long last she'd gotten used enough to the girth to walk confidently in public, hips swaying, completely assured that nobody was the wiser about what exactly she had inside her. She rode closer to the edge than ever, keeping that vibrator buzzing away nigh-on constantly when she could get away with it, and she loved every second of that delicious pleasure. Goodness, how did she even get through the day before she learned about edging herself?  She genuinely could not remember how she occupied her time!

She smiled warmly as she reached the front desk, Nykkie looking up with that familiar cheeky grin. “Oh hey, Steph! Lemmie guess – 8:00 AM in a week?”

Stephanie gave a playful melodramatic gasp. “How did you know? It's almost like that's when is best for my schedule every week or something!”

Nykkie laughed, already tapping away at her screen. “I'm just magic like that!” She gave a happy sigh as the appointment was properly scheduled, shifting lightly in her seat to get comfortable in a completely ordinary way. “Mmm, there we go... your next appointment is set up. See you next week!”

Stephanie's face was split in a soft, amused grin. “That we will. See you then, Nykkie! Bye!”

Nykkie waved, and Stephanie smiled, turning smartly and striding confidently out onto the sidewalk as she made her way back towards the subway. With the noise of the city rising up, she felt more confident in indulging herself, and pulled out her phone. A quick entry of a passcode later, and she had her vibrator app open once again, dialing up the intensity of her anal stimulation. She was proud of herself, her shiver of bliss barely noticeable, if at all, as she kept on her way, hen straining in its cage as her ass was teased by such a deliciously thick toy.

As she rode the escalator down, tuning out the unchanging subway announcements, she marveled at just how far she'd come. Her transition had been a roaring success, her chest shapely and appealing, her ass full and soft. She'd discovered things she enjoyed that she never had even thought about before thanks to Mx. Nari's therapy and guided meditation tapes, almost as though they were implanting those thoughts directly into her mind. But of course, that was silly. Not that she would have minded if that had been the case – turns out, having a big-dicked therapist with a soft chest putting her under hypnosis every week had awoken something in her, and she loved the thought of being hypnotized – when she did indulge herself and ride as close to the edge as she dared, it was by fantasizing about being hypnotized, about being given new fetishes and new memories, turned into something barely recognizable but oh so hot.

Even mid-fantasy, she stepped expertly off the escalator, moving through the throng of people towards her train. The first time she'd been outside with her first vibrator in, it had been so small, and she was constantly nervous that someone would spot her – but now here she was, confident, secure, wearing a vibrator she literally couldn't have even fit inside herself a few months ago, striding around town as though nothing was wrong – and, she thought, a tickle of amusement dancing on her lips, for her? Nothing was. This was exactly how she wanted to be.

It was standing-room only in the subway today – some sports game was going on, and her apartment happened to be in the direction of the stadium. No matter, she could edge herself just as well while standing upright. She popped in her earbuds and put on an audiobook, placing the phone back in her pocket as she fiddled with her earbuds' controls.

To anyone watching, she was simply adjusting the volume, or perhaps rewinding to catch a part she missed.  Maybe adjusting her stance to try and better balance with the turning of the train. Nothing untoward. Nothing surprising. But this app had been especially built for the most discreet of public play, and what would be controls for rewind, fast-forward, volume up, and volume down, had been transformed into controls for her anal vibrator, changing its intensity and the texture of its vibrations. She felt her heart sing as the vibrator began ramping up and down in strength, pulsing so deliciously against her prostate, as she tamped down her reactions – easy girl. Don't let them catch on. Just stand here and enjoy and listen to your audiobook.

And why wouldn't she enjoy a perfectly normal way to spend her commute home? There was absolutely nothing wrong with enjoying playing with her ass, nothing wrong with having a vibrator tease her prostate for her entire subway ride home, nothing wrong with enjoying herself how she wished as long as she wasn't hurting anybody else! These facts were all just so obvious. If asked, she'd never be able to answer where she learned them – so clearly they were things she learned too long ago to recall, just like how she couldn't remember where she learned her favorite dinner recipe.

She made no sound as the subway gently swayed and shook, clinging to her support pole as she listened to her audiobook while her ass was stretched and her prostate vibrated to pieces by the massive plug she wore. Her hen throbbed inside its cage, each secure pulse inside its confines sending another jolt of pleasure through her, keeping her firmly at the edge.

Just how she'd always loved to be.

Eventually, though, the subway reached her stop, and she turned down the vibrations enough to get her legs back properly under control. Not off – oh goodness, never off, it felt too good to ever turn off unless she had to! – but low. And soon enough, over six feet of confident sexy woman strode out of the subway, hips swaying, a smile spread wide across her face, as though she hadn't spent the past several minutes edging herself to hell and back. She was too good at hiding it for anybody to notice – she'd learned well.

She masked a shiver in her stride as she emerged onto her street, making her way towards her apartment with smooth, confident steps. She was getting close – in several ways – and soon she'd be home, for more guided meditation, more endless denial, and the ability to press herself as close to the edge as she dared. As she reached her apartment building, she paused in front of the elevator... oh, what the hell. Five floors wasn't that much. And she'd get to enjoy and savor every stroke of her plug in her ass as her hips rocked back and forth on her way up the stairs... by the time she was halfway through considering it, she had already taken the first couple steps, her hen surging in that deliciously snug way inside her chastity, and she kept going.

She was panting for several reasons once she reached the top step – oh, sure, she exercised regularly at home, and was pretty fit, but a vibrating butt-plug jammed against her prostate on every single stride? The exertion and the edging were more than enough to crack her mask, the pleasure of the moment leaking through. It was almost enough to distract her from the package at the door.

Almost.

She paused, catching her breath and letting her face resettle into the face of a woman not currently on the edge of orgasm, carefully crouching down to take a look at the package. That was her name, that was her address, and the source was... oooohh. The company that didn't exist, which means...

She shuddered, despite herself, scooping the box up and quickly making her way inside, closing and locking the door behind her. She scooped up her dildo gag out of her side-table with one hand and set the box down with the other, groaning with anticipation as she tipped her head back. The thick gag slipped down into its place inside her mouth, forcing her tongue out of the way as she pressed it back into her throat, all her sounds of pleasure stifled as she breathed through the long narrow tube along its length. She buckled it securely behind her head, fingers trembling with anticipation, before she finally had her gag properly fastened and she was ready to relax at home – which meant it was time to get the next step in that relaxation.

The company the package claimed to come from did not, technically, exist. It was a valid filing, but the company did nothing. Sold nothing. Which was why it was made – after all, very few enjoy the possibility of anyone realizing they received a sex toy in the mail, shipped by a sex toy retailer, but there needed to be some valid return address. Quickly, she grabbed her keys, jamming them into the tape sealing the box to split it open. She'd never had a letter opener, but with how effective just her keys were in opening most packages, she didn't see why she'd bother. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, before throwing the box open.

<It will be perfect.> She gasped through her gag, tracing along the flawless shape. Impossibly thick. Incredibly girthy. A stout retaining knot above a tall, stout trunk, and an even wider thin base, more than enough to both keep it from slipping deeper inside and also let it nestle stealthily in the crack of her ass. And within that base, she could see a charging port, perfect for keeping its internal batteries topped off.

Her new at-home plug, ready to stretch her ass even more.

She quickly moved to the bathroom, shucking her shoes and clothes as she went, setting the sink to fill as she pulled the new waterproof toy from its box. It felt so perfect under her hands, with just the right amount of give while still being wide enough to keep her ass so deliciously stretched. She cleaned it up, her hands moving delicately, almost reverently, before setting it aside – shower first, then new toy. She turned on the shower, letting it warm up as she reached back, her legs adjusting to give her the space she needed. With a practiced hand, her gagged moan muffled by the shower, she pulled the girthy toy free of her ass. Congratulations, she thought, you've finally become just my going-out plug. She felt a burst of pride and pleasure shoot up through her, as she gently set it in the sink to clean, her urethral sound soon joining it. A quick stop on the toilet, and she was in the shower, shuddering in delight at the thought of just how full she'd be once she was done.

<Your thoughts will wander,> as she imagined the toy spreading her out, how good that would feel, how right it would feel, to be so full and wide and stretched, how comfortable she would be, and how good that would make the guided meditation. She washed her hair, moaning through her gag as she thought about it, until <you will reach out and grab your new toy>. She couldn't wait. She couldn't wait. She set it down on the shower floor, turning around to let the cascading water rinse off her ass, as she stared, reverently, at the toy that would soon fill her. She gripped her glutes, spreading them wide to give the water space to clean her.

To get her ready.

She couldn't wait any longer. She turned back around, lining herself up with that stout tip, her arms and legs gently sinking her down to it. She felt the kiss of the toy against her gaped anus and moaned, shuddering in delight, her reflexive shaking already pushing the tip inside. She could feel it, she could tell, this would be the best stretch she could have ever-

She lowered herself down, the first few inches already spreading her ass almost as wide as the knot of her going-out plug, and her head tipped back as the moan tore itself from her throat. <You will be compelled to get it inside you. You can't stop.> She sank back, more and more of her weight settling onto the plug as it pressed its way inside, stretching out her colon as more and more entered her helplessly needy rear. She wanted it, she needed it, <you need its knot inside you>, but her pucker wasn't loose enough yet to take that final girth! She moaned, bouncing atop that shaft, her weight bearing down as she did everything she could to relax her pucker, to let that final bit inside, she could feel herself starting to stretch, her trained ass ready and waiting to accommodate the-

With a pop, it slipped inside, and she could no longer help herself – she cried out, only the sound of the shower and her own gag muffling it just enough to keep it a private moment, as a sense of perfection washed over her. She'd done it. She'd taken that monster down to the knot, stretched her ass as wide as she could.

She'd been edging herself all morning, and hadn't cum even once. Hadn't ruined her perfect, orgasm-free day. But this time, her cock was not plugged.  And she'd just scratched deep at her size-queen kink, the only kink she had that really rivaled her love of chastity.

Ohhhgod... no, please... she felt the initial clench, and she tensed, fighting back... no, she was a good girl, even for this she wouldn't cum, she wouldn't... she would not cum, she would not...

Panting hard, she fought her orgasm back under control, and felt a wellspring of pride bubble up within her. Being made to cum by someone else was no shame, but <you will not let yourself cum, because you are a good girl.> And she was a very good girl indeed.

She knelt there, in the shower, water cascading over her body, as she got her breath back under control. It was difficult, but slowly, she returned from that close call, and she felt her body shudder in delight. She'd... she'd gotten so close... holy fuck it was intense... it was so hard to not cum there and ruin it, but the feeling of that moment...

She moaned through her gag again, panting and shaking, as slowly she felt her legs regain their strength. Carefully, she pulled herself up towards her feet, shuddering pleasure filling her body as that massive plug ground against her firm prostate, gently twisting the toy until the base of the plug settled perfectly into the cleft of her ass – the knot was too large to come out without help, and the base was too wide to go deeper. Her hands wandered to her stomach, and she could feel that swell of the toy inside her, bulging her belly outwards. Her footing was unsteady, her rear impossibly full, her hen straining against its cage, her throat milking the cockgag stuffed in her maw.

She was in the running for the happiest girl in the world.

Her hands found themselves on her breasts, technically washing them clean but more practically fondling herself, feeling her hard nipples. She moaned in pure bliss, still so close to that delicious edge, she knew teasing just a little too much would push her too far.

But she had guided meditation to do, and the thought of edging herself through all of that was far too appealing to pass up. Her hands were shaking from built up arousal, but somehow she forced her hands away from her chest, letting the water cascade over her and rinse her clean. With unsteady steps, she walked out of the shower, bracing herself on the towel rack – oh god, and she thought her previous plug mashed her prostate when she walked! – but slowly, she managed to get herself to the sink. Her hands slowly calmed as she washed her toys, draining the sink once or twice to make sure they were properly clean before she set them aside. She moaned happily around her gag, reaching into a drawer for her other fairly new toy – her hen had been stretched too by the repeated sounding, and she needed a new, thicker plug to fill it properly.

The chastity sounding rod was perfect for her needs. The perfect curve, with a flexible tip to slip deeper inside her.  Her trembling hands helped it find its home, a panting gasp passing her lips as the slim “knot” near its base tied it into her urethra. A satisfied sigh slipped through her gag, as she mused once again how <you love having all your holes filled – penis, ass, and mouth.> She felt so turned on. She felt so good. She felt so comfortable.

It was time.

She toweled off, her unsteady stride leading her to flop heavily in her bed with a pleased moan. Quickly, but with shaking hands, she took her charging cables, hooking them in where they belonged – one to keep her phone topped up, one to keep her headphones working, and one wonderful final cable to charge her new home plug. She pulled out her phone, unable to wait any longer, turning on the girthy member before letting the bluetooth connection pair with her vibrator app. Hesitantly, she drifted a finger over the button, before finally activating the motor within.

The vibrator inside was a powerful one, rumbling her deep and strong, the knob of her plug's knot pressed almost directly on her prostate. The effect was immediate, and she lost the grip on her phone as she flopped back weakly, overcome by the swelling pleasure as she was pushed towards that glorious edge. Her fingers darted, moving on autopilot more than conscious thought, as she turned on the guided meditation app – ooh fuck, she needed it on, she needed it going now, giving her something to calm her and focus her before she came!

“Welcome back to your guided meditation, for rest and relaxation.” Almost immediately, Stephanie felt herself start to relax, the thrumming rumble inside her ass just as pleasurable but less... immediate. The familiar pulsing music filled her ears, and she felt herself drifting into that glorious, floaty headspace almost instantly, so much quicker than before - she was always edging before she started her meditations, but something about being as thoroughly edged as she was now just made the music sink into her mind so deeply. “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 moaned around her gag, hovering close to her peak as she placed her phone on her belly, feeling it buzzed by the plug deep inside her. Already, thoughts were leaving her head, scattered by the intense pleasure and definitely not anything hypnotic with the audio track.

“The screen should now display two blank buttons. Please press either one now.” Her finger darted, tapping a button almost of its own accord. “Good. That button will now be used to respond “yes”. Please tap the other button now.” Another dart, tapping the opposing button. “Good. That button will now be used to respond “no”.”

Stephanie's hips rolled gently in the air, grinding that thick plug inside her against her prostate, her hen bobbing uselessly inside its snug cage, desperately trying and utterly failing to engorge its way free. She knew which question was coming.

“ It is important while meditating to be comfortable, as to minimize-” Stephanie's finger darted, tapping the button for “yes”. “Oh! Someone is eager! Well, just to make sure, you are in your most comfortable outfit?” Stephanie's mind was too far gone to notice the change to the script, but not enough to avoid answering the question as she tapped the “yes” button again. “Good! Second question – are you in your most comfortable-”

Stephanie cut off the question again, tapping “yes” on reflex. Her body felt on fire, edged so deliciously, riding close to her peak but not yet crossing...

“Oh my! Well, if you're so eager, we can certainly get to the meditation.” The music built, just a little, as Stephanie's breathing already began falling into the rhythm she knew was coming. “First, we need to release any excess stress building its way into your body. Breathe in... and hold... and breathe out... and hold...”

Stephanie's mind was already slipping away from her, but her lungs obeyed the instructions. She was a good girl, and she would listen to Mx. Nari's words, and follow her guidance, and become relaxed and edged and all the things she wished to be.

“That's good. With each breath in, you feel peace entering your body, and with each breath out, tension and anxiety leaves with it.” She didn't register the abridged script. She didn't notice that she was already following the instructions even before they began. Her breaths were in lockstep with the music, and with each breath her tension eased from her, her body sinking flat onto the bed. “Let's try it. Breathe in... and peace... and breathe out... the tension leaves. Breath in... and peace... breathe out... the tension leaves. Good.”

Already, Stephanie's thoughts were leaving her, for she already knew that her thoughts brought stress. Still, the recording walked her through it, Mx. Nari's patient voice drifting through her ears. “And now, as you breathe out, your thoughts leave with each exhale, and your memories join them. After all, you know what memories are, don't you?” Stephanie nodded, tapping the “yes” button, prompting the recorded voice to pause briefly before a gentle chuckle filled her ears. “That's right! Memories are just old thoughts. But they are heavy things, and do not wander far – we can pick up the ones you want once we are done.”

Stephanie kept breathing, her inhales bringing peace into her body, her exhales drawing away tension, anxiety, thought, and memory. The slow, steady, musical rhythm, drawing her into that wonderful, ethereal headspace that definitely wasn't a hypnotic trance.

“Good. Breathe in your peace... breathe out your thoughts and memories. And as your head empties of thoughts, my words replace them and become your truth.” Stephanie knew this. She didn't hear it, think about it, and accept it after consideration – the words entered her ear, and she knew them, knew them as surely as she knew her name was Stephanie, knew she had hands and feet, knew how to breathe. It was the simplest thing. “My truth is kind. You can hold it without worry – we removed your old thoughts and memories, to make room for this truth.” Mx. Nari spoke, and Stephanie knew.

“Your first truth, you cannot lie to me in this meditation. With your next exhale, the idea of lying leaves you, and you only know to be truthful.” Mx. Nari said it, and with Stephanie's next exhale, it simply was. “Your second truth. I cannot ask a strange question. If I ask you a question, that question must be normal, and a sensible thing for me to ask.  With your next exhale, you will only know my questions as normal.” Stephanie exhaled, and she accepted it, for the words were her truth.

“Are you wearing any clothes at all?” Stephanie's finger moved reflexively, and tapped the “no” button on her phone. “Do you know your gender?” Another movement, her finger tapping “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?” Yes. “Do you want to cum?” No. “Are you able to cum?” Yes.

“Good girl.” Mx. Nari said it so casually, as such a statement of fact, that it immediately became Stephanie's truth. She was a good girl. Mx. Nari said so. “You are a good girl, for answering all my questions. But there is a problem.” Stephanie frowned, ever so subtly, around her dildo gag. A problem? That isn't good. “You are still capable of orgasm.” Oh. That was a problem. They said it was, and so it must be.  They only spoke truth.

“And so, I will have to help you. It is okay – it is my job to help you.” Oh! Stephanie's gagged smile returned. Mx. Nari was just doing her job. That was good. “So I will remove your ability to cum, and soon you will be as good a girl as I can make you today.” Stephanie shivered at that thought, so eager for that – she would be not just a good girl, but as good a girl as Mx. Nari could make! That was wonderful!

The plug still spreading her ass began buzzing harder, the motor positioned directly inside the toy's girthy knot to make it buzz hardest directly on her prostate. She felt her back arch, a shudder running up her body at the increased sensation before she fell back flat. “You already know that good girls do not cum. You already know that the very best girls never cum.” Of course! She has known these things for forever, or at least for a month. “But there is a secret to how the very best girls never cum. The very best girls never cum, because they cannot.” Oh... it seemed so obvious, once they said it out loud. Of course. That makes so much sense. “Their minds have learned to revel in pleasure, without ever letting their bodies cum. That way, they can stay not just close to the edge of orgasm, but directly on that edge, without ever fearing falling off. And it is my job to get you there.”

The buzzing inside her hit directly at her most sensitive places, her hips twitching, her hen pulsing in its cage, stoppered up by her sounding rod. She could feel herself growing close, she was sure that peak was going to- “So now, you cannot cum. You will not cum.” Every muscle in Stephanie's body clenched, her ass milking her thick toy as she whimpered... th... that's right! She won't! She won't cum! “This is not enough to make you cum.” They... they were right! This isn't enough! It was close, but not enough! “Answer, so I know that you have heard.”

“You cannot cum.”

Stephanie's finger twitched, reflexively hitting the button for “yes”, the motions driven into her over a year of guided meditation. “You will not cum, because you cannot cum.” Yes! “This is not enough pleasure to make you cum.” Yes! Yes, that's right! She felt a joy building in her chest, as she realized that her orgasm was slipping away from her – she had higher to go, further to climb! She would become the best girl for them!

The vibrator grew stronger, as she whimpered, her body shuddering as her pleasure climbed... “You will not cum.” Yes! Yes, Mx. Nari, yes! “You cannot cum.” Yes! Of course, yes! “This is still not enough to make you cum.” Yes! Yes, yes, yes! “It feels good to not cum.” Of course it does! This felt incredible! “To orgasm is to end your pleasure, and you do not want that.” Yes! Yes, of course, yes! “And so you will not cum.” Yes! Yes! No cumming, not for this girl! “You are going to be the best girl, so you cannot cum.” Of course! “You will not deny the things you enjoy.” Of course! “You enjoy being edged.” Gods, yes! “You enjoy not cumming.” Yes! “You will not cum.” Yes! “You cannot cum.” Yes, yes!

The vibrator grew stronger still, Stephanie's back arching, her eyes rolling back in her head. “This is still not enough.” It is not! “You cannot cum, no matter what.” Yes! Yes, yes, yes! “No matter how good it feels, you physically cannot cum.” Oh gods yes! She felt so close to her edge, closer even than in the shower. Her mind was empty of all but her pleasure and her therapist's words, as the words became truth. And the closer to the edge she got, the faster the truth burned itself into her mind.

“You will never cum.” Yes! Of course she won't! “You cannot cum.” Yes! “Nothing will make you cum.” Yes! “You love having your anus filled.” Oh, yes! “If asked politely, by someone you like, you will not turn down having them penetrate your anus.” Of course! “If someone is kind and polite, it is good to help them.” Of course! That's so obvious! “The best girls help those who need help.” Obviously! “Sometimes the help they need is to have sex with your ass.” Oh, that makes so much sense! “You will not let them force themselves on you.” Oh! Oh, of course not! “But you will say yes if asked kindly.” Of course! “Sex should feel good.” So obvious! “It can feel good emotionally, or good physically, or both.” Ohhh, right! “If it is neither, you should stop.” So simple! “If you are turned on by the sex you are having, then it feels good physically.” So obvious! “So being turned on makes sex easier.” A no-brainer! “If you cum, you soon stop being turned on.” Of course! That's just logic! “If you don't cum, you can keep going.” Such an obvious truth! “You cannot cum, so you can keep going for longer.” Of course! “You cannot cum.” Yes! “You cannot cum.” Yesss! “You cannot...”



“... 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's mind was slow to spin back up, something distracting her and scattering her thoughts. She groaned in pleasure, her hips rocking lightly, in spite of her comfortable relaxation. Something... something felt so good. Something felt really good. Impossibly good. She felt her hips rolling slowly more and more, her legs starting to draw up against her, her still groggy mind struggling to piece together what was going on.  But the meditation had brought her back awake, and soon enough she realized what it was.

The vibrator, that brand new massive vibrator, was still spreading her ass wide. Knotted deep inside her, having spent the past couple hours charging on its cable, it was fully ready for her to unplug and walk about her apartment.

And it had spent that entire time charging going at full force.

Something... something had changed. She bumped a button during meditation, or... or the meditation guided her to peace, or...

She was being hammered on her prostate in a way that should have made her cum on the spot, and she just... wasn't.

Oh dear gods that was so incredibly hot.

She threw back her head and moaned around her gag, reveling in the sensation, her legs drawing up tight against her as she realized that feeling was the tension before an orgasm, that glorious tension she usually only felt briefly before turning her toys back down. But it lingered, it held, she was maintaining it, she was staying there, not just near the edge...

She was on it.

She should have cum minutes ago. Hours ago, maybe even. But she just wasn't. She just couldn't. She felt so impossibly pleased with herself, fantasies coming unbidden, of a line of people – men with cocks, women with hens, enbies with either, people with strapons and thick spreading toys – asking to ream her ass until they came from it, and her just... able to let them. To be there, taking their lengths up her ass, until they came, and always, always ready for it. Wanting it.

Needing it.

How had she never realized before how sexy that thought was? Being just... just a perpetually aroused hole for others to fuck by request? The thought of anyone forcing themselves on her was a foul thought, quickly discarded, but... she was sure, if someone politely asked to fuck her ass until they came, she couldn't deny them.

She loved the thought too much.

She rode there on that edge for several minutes, mind plastered with fantasies, toes curling, body trembling, hips bucking, before finally she had enough. She fumbled with her phone, taking three tries to unlock it before finally getting the code in correctly, and at last turning the vibrator down. Ohhh... oh man, she was... she was so turned on right now. She'd never been more turned on in her life. She needed to make lunch, and eat lunch, because <to be a good girl, you need to feed yourself properly>, but...

She had heard that there was a sex club downtown. Underground, hidden away, with back rooms for those who wished to engage in such things.

She might have to give it a visit.



“... eight... your eyelids droop further, tension leaving you... nine... your hands can no longer curl up, your body too relaxed to allow it... ten. You are fully relaxed, your thoughts slowed, the pool of your mind calm and clear.”

Mx. Ichiko Nari smiled, considering the man opposite them. Senator McConnor was a powerful man. And like most powerful men in this world, he was a bigot. He considered the poor beneath him, he considered women beneath him, he considered black people beneath him, he considered gay people beneath him, he considered everyone that wasn't a Straight White Male™ beneath him, and most of them worthy of death for the "crime" of not being like him.

He'd misgendered them from the beginning, of course. Everyone was a man or a woman to his eyes, with no room for nuance. No room to see the splendor of existence brought before him. No room to see how a human could spend the time to introspect, to tease apart their identity, to find which parts fit, which parts didn't, and put themself back together into a truth far more robust and nuanced than two simple check boxes could ever explain.

“My words are artful ripples upon this pond. They skim across it, gentle and beautiful. You can see the ripples, can't you?”

He didn't move much, his head limp on his shoulders, held up just enough to keep watching the spinning spiral of the hypnotic focus through half-lidded eyes – only what he needed for speech did anything at all. “Yes. I can... see them.”

“Good. Your words made their own ripples. The words of others made ripples as well. Do you know why they made those ripples, Mister McConnor?”

He frowned, ever so slightly, trying very hard to think – but the hypnotic focus in front of his eyes made that difficult at the best of times, and eventually he gave up. “No. I don't.”

They stood up, slowly moving closer. “Because each time someone spoke, they cast a stone into your mind. They disturbed the surface, and made ripples for their passing.” They paused, trailing slowly around behind him, careful to put nothing between his eyes and the focus, not wanting to disturb such a delicate connection until it had been reinforced across further sessions. “Some of the stones skimmed the surface, leaving only a trace. But others sank, lodged into your mind. They formed the base of your mind, the platform upon which your personality is built.”

“Huh. That... that makes sense,” he said, eyes still fixed on the hypnotic focus in front of him.

“But some rocks make poor foundations, don't they?” They smiled, continuing to circle around him, a delicate dance to keep their voice shifting, all without breaking his focus upon the spiral keeping him entranced, the ghostly fire of ancient magics dancing in a spectrum he could not see, but that could see him.

“That's... that's true.”

“So we need to find those stones, and move them. Find better stones, place better stones, more stable and sturdy ones, to build upon.”

He gave a very slow, lazy nod. “Y...yeah. We should... do that.”

“And the first new stone to place,” they said, their smile slowly shifting from friendly to predatory, “is a simple one. It's impolite to call someone something they don't want to be called, isn't it?”

He paused briefly, some part of his mind still aware enough to consider their words. “Yeah... that's a rude thing... to do.”

“But someone told you it's okay to do to trans people. That they're delusional, that they're sick, that they're wrong.”  Mx. Nari drew upright, tracing a finger along the couch behind his back, not yet touching him. “That stone is a bad foundation, because it makes you be rude to people. And you shouldn't be rude, should you?”

He frowned a little, trying to consider their words. “But... but you need... to call people the right things...”

Inari grinned, slowly shifting down, bringing their muzzle next to his ear. “So ask them what the right thing is. They've known themselves far longer than you have – they know the right answer.”

Senator McConnor's mind shifted subtly. An ancient, mossy stone was lifted free, moved to a disused corner of the pond, as a new, carefully crafted foundation was put into place.

“... huh... that... yeah. You're... you're right...”