Becca was what we referred to as a "butterface". For those uneducated on linguistics, that means that Becca had a banging body, but was lacking with her looks when it came to her face. It was something we called her behind her back. Most of us would make jokes about her. Stuff like, how drunk would you have to be to plow Becca? Or, what if you just put a bag over her head? Would you fuck her then?

I understand it sounds juvenile, but we were just being honest. I thought it was a travesty. Proof that God has a sense of humor. I mean, Becca's body was immaculate. A nice fat ass on top of long thick legs. Nice big tits to boot. But just... Nothing above the shoulders. Beady eyes and a turned-up nose. Weird-looking eyebrows. Just a mess.

But... I'd be lying if I said that I never thought of fucking Becca. So what if she was ugly? It wasn't like you had to keep eye contact the whole time. At the same time, I didn't want to get shit from my friends for it. Imagine if they found out about my wanton urges. I'd never hear the end of it. But at night, when I was lying on my bed by myself, she would often be the first person that came to mind.

It started to get bad too. I would see her when our group of friends were out and my cock would instantly get hard. I couldn't help it. There were some nights when she would be dolled up, and her face wasn't that bad, but it didn't matter, because I was with my buddies. I would play the possible comments in my head, and that alone was enough to deter me. But she would keep a residence in my head. That never went away. 

I had to do something about it, or else I would go insane. I poured over the situation for weeks, wondering how I'd be able to fuck Becca without anyone else finding out. Eventually, I found a solution. 

I was online, chatting with some people on a message board when they presented a solution. I was lamenting about my situation, and about how it would be impossible to fuck Becca without other people finding out. She would blab to everyone, and I didn't want to deal with the headache. One user told me about something that I had never heard of before.

"Why don't you just mind blank her?" hynotiz0r817 wrote. "You can use some headphones and this MP3, and when she listens to it, she'll become completely suggestable."

I asked to have him clarify what "suggestable" meant. I wondered how it varied from suggestible.

"It means you control everything she does," the user wrote. "And when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING."

He private-messaged me the audio and told me to never listen to it myself, lest I wanted to be mind-blanked. I was skeptical at first, but I also figured I had nothing to lose. If I had Becca listen to it and then have nothing happen, it wasn't like it was a huge deal. 

I waited until it was just the two of us, sitting on the couch at my friend Kevin's house while the rest of the group were getting drinks. I handed my earbuds to Becca and asked her to listen to a song. She smiled, nodded, took the earbud, and placed it in her ear. I saw her expression change the moment the audio hit her eardrum.

She became still and quiet. That's how I knew it worked. I took the earbud out, whispered into her ear, and she was programmed. That was all it took. She would return to that state whenever I snapped my fingers three times. I gave her specific instructions before returning her to her actual self. When it was over, she acted as if nothing transpired.

That night, after everyone went home and I was lying on my couch watching TV, I heard a knock at my door. I walked over to the peephole and looked out, and sure enough, there was Becca.

She was wearing short booty shorts and a small tank top that barely covered her nipples. I opened the door and waved her inside. She followed my instructions without saying a word. 

I got her inside and shut the door. My hands started exploring her body. It was just like I imagined. No, it was even better. The fact that she was completely still and docile added so much to the experience. She was like a living, breathing sex doll.

"Can I really do whatever I want to you?" I asked her.

"Yes, Master. Anything you desire."

When I heard those words leave her mouth, I felt my cock start to ache, it had become so hard. I grabbed her hand, placed it inside my pants, and told her to start stroking me. She did as she was told. I stood there and felt her warm embrace around my cock.

Next, she was told to take off her clothing and get on her knees. She didn't hesitate after those instructions either. She got down and looked up at me, awaiting my next order.

When I looked down at her, I didn't see ugly little Becca, with her banging body and plain face. I saw my new sex slave. I thought she was beautiful. The beauty came from her complete submission to me.

"Take my pants off and suck my cock."

"Yes, Master."

She undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor before pulling down my boxers. My cock sprang from its casing and was immediately placed in her mouth. She sucked me like a fucking pro. I was surprised by her skill, but I also figured that with Becca being not the easiest on the eyes, she probably had guys use her for her mouth and her body before. She most likely gained her traits from numerous men fucking her before ghosting her completely.

But there was something more sinister I had in mind. Rather than see what else Becca was capable of, I wanted to have her exist as three holes to use, and nothing more. I snapped my fingers, and as she was stuffing me down her throat, her body seized, and she became blanked once more. Her mouth stayed open as I used it. She didn't comment on it or move a muscle. She couldn't. The programming was too strong. I wasn't even sure if anything was going on in her head at that point other than her subconscious telling her to breathe. I didn't care either.

After I was done with her mouth, she was placed on all fours. I told her to get into that position and she got on her hands and knees. I told her to arch her back and stick her ass in the air. She did that as well. I got behind her, lathered her ass with some lube that I had bought just for this special occasion, and stuck my hot, throbbing cock right into her asshole. There was no muss, no fuss, no protest whatsoever. She stayed perfectly still and quiet as I started ramming into her tightest hole. 

"That's it, slut! Take that cock right in your ass!"

She didn't respond. Everything in me wanted to jump up and shout. I finally had what I desired, and best yet, she would say nothing of our encounter. From that day forward, she would do whatever I instructed her to do. It was then that things became too much to continue. I pulled out, told her to turn around and stay on her knees, and then I covered her butterface and chest with my cum. She didn't move a muscle as I finished spraying her down. When I was done with her, she was instructed to get dressed and go home. I didn't even bother with having her clean the cum off her face and tits. She wouldn't remember who left it there anyway, and besides, I figured she should get used to it since it was going to be happening a lot more anyway.