I thought you'd only bought it as a joke.

 

Who knows, maybe you had just bought it as a joke. Maybe the idea of how you actually wanted to use it came to you later.

 

I guess it didn't matter when you figured out what you wanted to do with it. What mattered was that I was tied to a chair in our kitchen while you futzed around with a keychain of a mini silicone dildo that was supposed to be one of those multicoloured fantasy monster dicks, only mini-sized. I couldn't quite see what you were doing with it, though, until you turned around and showed me the keychain hanging off the chain connecting two clover clamps.

 

I blinked up at you, slightly confused.

 

Grinning, you attached one clamp to each of my nipples, making me wince twice and take a few deep breaths to adjust to the pressure.

 

Uselessly, I tried squirming away from the pain, but between the ties and the tightness with which the clamps clung to my body, all I managed to do was swing the dildo keychain around a bit. It only served to pull at my tits even more.

 

"Wha-?" My question was interrupted by the small dildo being placed into my mouth, my lips and tongue moving to suck on it automatically. While my mind was still trying to catch up, I heard the snap of your fingers right next to my ear and dropped into trance exactly as I'd been conditioned to.

 

For about half a second, anyway.

 

As my body relaxed nearly instantaneously, the dildo keychain fell from my mouth, gravity causing it to pull at the clamps, which tightened painfully, thrusting me back up out of trance.

 

"H-hey, that was cheating!" I protested playfully. "I wasn't ready!"

 

You kissed my forehead, placing the dildo back into my mouth.

 

"Hold on tight," you cooed. "All you need to do is resist going into trance. You told me you were feeling very conditioned, so I thought we’d try to train up your resistance a bit. I only cheated to show you what your motivation was going to be. Understand?"

 

I nodded, finding that doing so pulled on the clamps in the other direction. Pulling the entire keychain into my mouth so it could rest against my teeth wouldn't be a good option.

 

All I could do was hold the dildo in my mouth as still as possible, sucking on it occasionally to keep myself from drooling all over the place. The thing was too small to even be satisfying to suck on; it had clearly not been made with actual use in mind beyond novelty. I tried to focus inward, on the sensations I was feeling, the pain in my nipples, the feel of the keychain in my mouth, anything I thought would distract me from the aural web you were weaving around me.

 

All I accomplished was to sensitize my body so that when you leaned in from behind me and spoke directly into my ear, the combination of your voice and your hot breath on my neck had my eyes rolling back and shoulders relaxing as I let out a slight moan, pushing the keychain from my mouth and instantly, painfully tugging me back awake.

 

"Not bad, not bad..." you placed the keychain back into my mouth, and I obediently held it there. “Though I didn’t even change my voice or use your triggers or snap my fingers…”

 

Your voice became smoother. You still weren’t saying anything particularly trancy, just talking in that voice that made my eyes flutter and my breath flow a little deeper, a little slower…

I tightened my jaw even as I felt my eyes fight to close… fuck I was so conditioned… but I also knew I had to resist now, because each time I fell, no matter how quickly and painfully I was wrenched back up, it would only make resisting the next round more difficult.

 

I gave up on keeping my eyes open, focusing on keeping the tiny dildo in my mouth, sucking slightly. But as my body relaxed, it became more difficult to maintain the suction and the excess saliva pooling in my mouth caused it to slip out, pulling yet again on my tormented chest.

 

After the fifth round, I didn’t know what was worse, the pain in my chest or the denial.

 

On the 8th round, I didn’t even drop; you had barely placed the dildo back into my mouth when I started begging to be allowed to drop properly.

 

You were relentless, barely giving me any time to recover before placing the keychain back into my mouth each time I let it fall. Staring at me impassively, almost clinically, as if assessing the way a lab mouse ran through a maze. Simply curious to see how long it took me to break.

 

By the time you started using my actual triggers or even snapping your fingers, I was so confused and fractionated and sensitive I couldn’t even tell anymore whether the dildo was in my mouth or not, whether I was in or out of trance, or whether the pain was bringing me up or taking me deeper.

 

Tears and drool creating a slick of wetness down my front to match the one between my legs.

 

It was bliss.