Birth of an Analyst

Part 5

Not for those under 18 (or whatever the legal age for this sort of stuff is in your area). If you’re not that old, Boo! Go away now. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of sexual activities, especially non-consensual ones, then don’t read this. All characters and situations are fictional.

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“You’re so aroused. You spend so much time turned on.”

“I’m so aroused. I spend so much time turned on,” Madison responded unhesitatingly.

Ethan hadn’t needed the naked girl’s response to know the truth of her statement. He could see it, Madison quivering in her seat in the meeting room. It was obvious even when she wasn’t deep in a hypnotic trance. The slight flush to her cheeks. Small, fidgety movements. The way her attention would drift while someone was speaking to her. Little things, but he knew what they meant. Even so, it was amusing to hear her say it.

“You think about having your finger up your arse. You think about how good it feels.”

Madison’s left hand twitched, where it lay on her thigh. Almost as if it was going to reach around behind her. But the girl was so deep it didn’t move very far. “I think about having my finger up my arse. I think about how good it feels.”

“You cum with your finger up your arse.”

“I cum with my finger up my arse.”

It wasn’t hard to get the girl to admit that. It was the truth now.

“It feels good to cum with just your finger up your arse.”

“It, it feels good to cum with just my finger up my arse.” There was a trace of hesitation there, slight but definite. Such a little thing though that Ethan thought it was safe to ignore. Especially with the thread of need he could hear in Madison’s voice.

“You love to cum with something up your arse. You cum just from having your arse fucked.”

“I, I love to c-cum with something up my arse. I c-cum just from having my arse fucked,”

Madison’s response wasn’t bad, not as reticent as the other times he’d ordered her to say the same thing that morning. But she was obviously still reluctant to think about something other than her finger penetrating her rear opening. He needed to get her over that. Then cultivate the desperate need he was aiming for. Let’s try again, he sighed mentally.

“It feels so good to cum with just your finger up your arse,” he said. For a moment he almost envied his fellow PhD student. Hypnotised as she was, the girl wasn’t going to get as bored as he felt. Oh for fuck’s sake. I have a beautiful, naked, girl in front of me. Who I’m twisting to want I want her to be. How the hell can I feel bored? “Tell me that.”

“It feels so good to cum with just my finger up my arse.” Madison showed real enthusiasm for that, Ethan’s mood lifting. He could have had her say those words the very first day he put her under. But she wouldn’t have meant them. Not like she did now.

“You love to cum with your finger up your arse. Say it.”

“I love to cum with my finger up my arse.” Madison squirmed in her chair. Ethan had to wonder, even so deeply in trance that there shouldn’t have been a thought in her head other than what he put there, whether she was remembering what it felt like.

“You love to cum just from having your finger up your arse. Say it.”

“I love to cum just from having my finger up my arse.”

Ethan was sure there was the ghost of a smile on her face. Maybe it was worth trying again to move her on.

“You love to cum with something up your arse. You cum just from having your arse fucked. Say that.”

“I-I love to cum with something up my arse. I cum just from having my arse fucked.”

There was noticeably less hesitation this time, but still not the eagerness he wanted. He’d take the progress.

“So deep Madison. No thoughts in your head. Just what I say. Remember what it feels like. Remember how good it is to cum with something in your arse. Nothing else. The orgasms are so good. Are you remembering that?”

“Yessss,” the girl sighed.

“Remember it, feel it, so good, so much pleasure. Let that pleasure roll over you. Remember what it feels like to have your finger in your arse as you cum and cum.” He waited a few moments, the girl’s hips gently undulating. It was so tempting just to take her, his cock rigid. But he was going to wait until he could have exactly what he wanted.

“Now, let’s try again. “You love to cum with something up your arse. You cum just from having your arse fucked. Say that.”

“I love to cum with something up my arse.” Ethan smiled at the breathiness in Madison’s voice. “I cum just from having my arse fucked.”

Okay, so. Next.

“You want to know what having something other than your finger up your arse feels like.”

“I-I w-want to know… I?” Madison’s lips quivered, the ghost of a frown on her face.

It wasn’t the response Ethan wanted. He’d hoped that appealing to her intellectual curiosity would help her move from the idea of her finger to accepting some other intruder. She was the one who’d suggested gradual escalation to him. But at least she hadn’t shown any real signs of breaking her trance. She was so conditioned now there should be little chance of that. But he was going to have to work to get what he wanted.

“So deep for me Madison. No thoughts. Just what my voice tells you.” Gradually he coaxed the girl deeper and deeper into trance. Watched as the remnants of that frown drained from her pretty features. Until she was blank. Until he was sure there wasn’t a thought in her head. Until she was ready.

“Remember how your arse feels with your finger in it as you cum. Remember that pleasure. What might it feel like if there was something else there? Don’t think, no thoughts, your mind so empty, just experiencing that pleasure again. But you can wonder what something else might feel like. Can you remember how good the orgasms felt?”

“Yes.” The girl’s voice was just a breath.

“So good. So deep. Remembering that feeling. Sinking into it. how it felt. As you came. Feeling it washing over you again. Now wondering what something else in your arse might feel like. You don’t know, do you? You don’t know what it would feel like.”

“No.” there was just the slightest shake of Madison’s head. “Don’t know.”

“But you want to know. You always want to know. Tell me that you want to know.”

“Want to know.” It was just a mumble, so soft Ethan could hardly hear it. But it was what he needed.

He let the idea sink into her head for a moment. That beautiful head that was so empty of everything but what he was putting there.

Then he tried again. “You want to know what having something other than your finger up your arse feels like. You’ll wonder about it. Imagine it. You can’t let the idea go.”

“I-I want to know what having something other than my f-finger up my arse feels like. I’ll w-wonder about it. Im-imagine it. I c-can’t let the idea go.”

“Again.”

“I want to know what having something other than my f-finger up my arse feels like. I’ll w-wonder about it. Imagine it. I c-can’t let the idea go.”

Less hesitation each time, repetition wearing her resistance away.

“Again.”

“I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like. I’ll w-wonder about it. Imagine it. I can’t let the idea go.”

She didn’t mean it yet. But she would.

Time rolled past, the days a blur to Madison as she buried herself in her PhD work. Her arousal was so distracting that she had little time for anything but that and her studies. Her nights were an orgy of self-pleasure. She owed it to herself, at least that’s Madison kept telling herself, she was working so hard. She hardly spent any time with her friends. And when she did, she was a bundle of nerves, frightened that one of them might somehow guess what she did. That she watched porn. That she came from fingering her own arse. It was so much better when she was alone. No pangs of embarrassment then. She could let her urges take control, sink into the pleasure. It felt so good. And it was the only way to keep her arousal under control.

Just nerves from the PhD. It’ll be okay. She wasn’t sure which voice that was. It didn’t matter. The thought was reassuring. They were both her voice anyway. Why bother trying to tell the difference?

Madison stretched on her bed, luxuriating to feel of the finger filling her arse. She hardly needed to touch her pussy now. Just a few quick strokes to get her going. The pleasure radiating from her butt as her finger slid in and out just felt so good, Madison gasping, her muscles spasming, as she came.

Then she started again. What would it feel like? She’d been asking herself that question over and over. I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like. It was her voice. But it sounded so certain. More certain than she felt. She wasn’t sure why she wanted to know. The orgasms she was giving herself were so wonderful, weren’t they?

Going any further would be, well, going further. What she did was embarrassing enough. Sometimes when someone was looking at her there’d be a momentary flight of panic, the wild idea that they knew what she did to herself tearing at her. It was absurd, she knew that. There was no way anyone could know. But still…

I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like.

Her finger was all very well. But in those images on the screen it wasn’t a finger that impaled the women. It was a cock. Madison still didn’t want to do that herself. Well, probably not.

I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like.

No, I don’t, she told herself firmly. It didn’t matter. The thought wouldn’t go away, repeating over and over in her mind. Consuming her. So maddeningly certain. She did want to know what those other women were feeling. As something other than their finger, something that wasn’t part of them, entered them from behind, filled them up, impaled them It wouldn’t be the same as one of her fingers.

I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like.

She wasn’t about to let someone fuck her arse. Apart from anything else, that person would know. She couldn’t bear the thought of that. But there was something she could do. No, that’s going too far. The thought dissolved as she came again, her finger two knuckles deep past her sphincter.

“How many steps do you think the gradual progression would take?” Ethan asked her the next day.

“That’s impossible to say,” Madison replied. “It depends on so many variables. Where the subject starts, what the desired end is. Individual personality characteristics. Someone trying something unethical would need to keep it gradual so the subject was less likely to suspect. While conditioning the subject to the stimulus so you get the desired response. Oh, and as it was stepped up the stimulus might need reinforcement.”

“Right, right,” Ethan nodded. “Drop for me Madison.” He couldn’t stop grinning as her eyes glazed over. He’d known the answers before he’d even asked the question, or at least guessed them. But he couldn’t help himself. Discussing what he was doing to her with Madison, even if she didn’t realise it, was just too amusing. There was a risk of course. But not a big one. He’d spent enough time while she was under conditioning her to not make a link between their discussions and what she was doing. To discard any thoughts that might lead her in that direction. Just to be safe he’d reinforce that today. But that was only a precaution. He had more important plans.

“I have to know what it feels like. I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like.” Madison repeated some time later. Not that she had any idea she was repeating the line. She was too deep in trance for that.

Even Ethan had lost count. But this time he didn’t care. She wasn’t hesitating. There was more than a note of eagerness in her voice. It didn’t matter how long since he’d dropped her into trance. Madison was well past the point of noticing missing time. He could keep her under all day and she wouldn’t realise. Although he probably wouldn’t do that. Time was one thing. But she was obsessed enough about her PhD to notice any lack of progress. He could fix that, but it wasn’t worth the effort. This was.

“Tell me again,” he said. “Tell me that you want to know what something up your arse other than your finger feels like.”

“I have to know what it feels like. I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like.”

“Do you think you’ll cum with something other than your finger up your arse?”

“Yes.”

He’d had to be careful with that phrasing. He could tell her all he liked that she would cum, but it wouldn’t work. She had to want it herself. Condition the subject to the stimulus so you get the desired response, huh? Your words, not mine. Madison definitely seemed conditioned now. “Madison, here’s what you’ll do on the way home today.”

He was looking forward to an interesting cam show tonight.

When she arrived home Madison was certain that her cheeks were still bright red. She was dying of embarrassment. She couldn’t believe what she’d done. She’d gone to a sex shop. A sex shop! she repeated to herself, her head giving an involuntary shake and she’d, she’d bought …

Maybe that hole she’d been wanting would open up and swallow her now. Unfortunately for Madison her floor stayed unco-operatively hole-free.

The brunette stared at the unmarked bag sitting on her desk, swallowed. Carefully she removed the package within.

She’d almost run out of the store after she’d picked it off the shelf. It was only that she didn’t want to be caught for shoplifting that stopped her. She couldn’t remember being more embarrassed in her life. Not just at what she was doing. But that the person behind the counter would know. They’d know what she was buying. Know what she was going to do with it.

Put it up her arse.

For a half-second she’d thought about lying. Saying she was buying it for someone else. A friend. A gag gift. She knew how transparent that would sound. Whoever was behind that counter would see right through her.

Someone was going to know.

They were going to know that she was going to have her butt filled. What would they think of her? Maybe they’d think she was just doing it to humour someone, her non-existent partner. Madison wasn’t sure if that was better or worse than the truth. That she was the one wanted to put it in her arse.

She’d been a mess of nerves as she’d approached the store’s counter.

The bored look on the girl’s face as her eyes flicked from Madison to her purchases didn’t help, a tight little ball forming in the PhD student’s stomach. The girl knew. She knew what Madison was going to be doing. Where that butt plug was going to end up.

Even though the girl didn’t say a word as she rang up the purchases, Madison had felt like she was ready to die. Even back in her room she couldn’t forget how embarrassed she’d felt.

What would it feel like? The question sounded so much like her voice.

Nervously licking her lips, Madison retrieved the package. Opened it. Held its contents in her hand. A butt plug. Something that was half fear, half anticipation slithered through the brunette as she stared at the black silicone. As she thought about where it was going to go, her butt checks clenching unconsciously.

Even that sent a tremor of arousal through her.

The plug was long and thin. At its base it was perhaps half again as wide as her finger, even that addition having her nervously gnawing her bottom lip. From there it tapered to a round tip at the end of its three-inch length. Ribs lined its surface. Its base, almost as long as the dildo itself, was gently curved, Madison could imagine it fitting snugly between her buttocks. And there was a handle attached to the base. Which could be used to pull it out. And push it in. Out. In. Over and over.

Madison moaned, the image sending another wash of arousal through her body, stronger than the first. She gnawed at her lip again. Glanced between her computer and the door that led to her bedroom. She could use the plug now. Or wait.

Or not at all. Just because she’d bought the plug didn’t mean she had to use it.

I want to know. That was her voice. At least, it sounded like her voice. It had to be her voice. It just sounded so much more certain than she felt. I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like. An empty, gnawing, need radiated from her arse. Slowly, Madison’s left hand reached for her butt. There was nothing between her fingers and her skin. She was naked. When had that happened? Oh, of course. She’d stripped off the moment she was in the door. She did that every night. It was such a reflex now that she hardly noticed it.

Her finger had reached her starfish, trills of pleasure running through the brunette as her digit gently probed at her opening. Did she even need the plug? Her finger brought her so much pleasure.

I want to know. That voice again. Her voice. Wasn’t it? Of course it was. I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like. She did. She had to know. Her finger was teasing at her opening. It felt so good. But it wouldn’t be the same.

I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like.

Madison was on her feet, turning her computer on. Had she even thought about it? Or had her hand moved of its own accord? What did that thought remind her of? Don’t think about that. She wouldn’t. The thoughts vanished. She didn’t even remember having them.

Leaving her computer to start up Madison grabbed the second purchase from that plain bag. A tube of lube. She usually used some on her finger. If her pussy didn’t provide enough assistance. But the ribbed plug was bigger. She didn’t want to run out.

She lubed up the plug.

Her computer was ready now. A few clicks of her mouse led her to the videos. It was so easy to follow the links, her browser offering them up from its history. Her other hand held the ribbed plug, teased at her opening with it. She didn’t have to do this.

She’d already started a video. She knew this one. A blonde. On her hands and knees, coyly glancing over her shoulder as she waved her butt at the camera.

At the man who was going to take her arse.

Madison’s hand didn’t need to be on the mouse, the video was playing. She watched her hand let go of the mouse, drift in the direction of her pussy. Had she thought about doing that? Or was it just happening, her hand out of her control? Don’t think about that. Again the thoughts vanished, forgotten. A guttural moan escaped the brunette’s lips as her finger traced the line of her opening. Once. Twice. She was so wet, she had to be dripping down her legs.

On the screen, the blonde’s back arched as the man’s cock entered her

I want to know. The voice was insistent. I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like.

Madison teased her arse with the butt plug, her buttocks clenching reflexive at the pleasurable sensations, her eyes glued to the screen. The blonde’s face was a vision of bliss.

I want to know. She had to. She had to.

The blonde was moaning now, her lips pouting, as the man hammered at her arse.

I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like. It would be so easy. She could just-

Madison’s thought was cut off as her hand forced the tip of the lubed dildo past her sphincter, her hips bucking, electric bliss radiating through her as she edged it deeper.

She moaned, an animal noise, as she pulled the dildo out. Not quite all the way, she left the tip in. She couldn’t bear to be totally empty. Then back in. So deep. So good. I want to know what having something other than my finger up my arse feels like. She did. She knew now.

It was so good.

Her other hand had kept playing at her pussy. Almost as if she was ensuring that need coursed through her body. Doing enough to make sure that pleasure burnt through her the very first time something foreign entered her arse. She could almost hear something, like an order, telling her to be sure she was so turned on, that she felt so good, as the dildo slipped deeper in.

She was so turned on.

The hand at her pussy moved away. She hadn’t thought about it. Had that been an order too, once it’s job was done? She didn’t think about it, couldn’t think about it, the thoughts dissolving as the glorious, aching, need, overcame her, as her mind splintered, all that mattered the feelings from her arse as she pushed the dildo deeper, another moan escaping her lips.

Out, the eyelids of the girl on the screen fluttering. Madison’s were too. The girl on the screen moaned. With a sound like that she had to be enjoying it. Madison moaned, the sound long and guttural. In, out, in, out, the pleasure building and building, glowing, burning. The girl on the screen was so lost in bliss. Madison came with one last thrust, howling her pleasure, her knees buckling.

I want to know. She had wanted to know. And now she did. It was better than good, it had been heaven, the bliss consuming her, glorious pleasure radiating out from her arse.

She had to do it again. She had to. Something told her that. Was it the voice? Maybe. Or maybe it was just how good it had felt, how the plug had filled her up, satisfying something in her she hadn’t even know was there. Had never expected. Had never wanted.

Until now.

Fumbling, Madison reached for the mouse. For another video of a girl having her arse violated.

This time, it was a brunette, pale skinned. Like her.

Madison came even quicker this time.

I don’t have to do this again, she told herself as she lay in bed, sometime later. She knew now what it felt like. It was good, so good, having something other than her finger in her arse. Blissfully, sinfully good. But that didn’t mean she had to keep doing it.

What would one more hurt? Her body agreed with her, desire coursing through her. Her hand agreed with her, stroking at her pussy, just twice before rising to fondle her tits. She didn’t need to touch her pussy. Something told her that. Was it the voice? It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that it was true. All she needed was that feeling from her arse. Her hand, the one that held the handle of the dildo, agreed too, pushing at her sphincter, teasing her.

Pushing it in, Madison’s body going rigid as the dildo probed deeper

She wanted the orgasm.

And the one after that.

And the one after that.

Madison didn’t know how much later she fell asleep, the dildo buried in her arse.

(To be continued)