Strength is Weakness

“Hi Chase, please come in,” Vera smiled at the handsome, muscular young man at her door. In the split second he stood at her door and appraised her body and her face, Vera had to read and confirm exactly who he was and solidify how she was going to move forward with taking him.

He was broad shouldered, tall, in a blue and black, stretchy athletic shirt and loose black gym shorts, and knew how attractive he was. He also wasn’t shy about looking her over, obviously not intimidated or surprised by her looks or her poise. If he’d been flustered by or surprised by her appearance she would have played things one way, but since he was confident and forthright, she went the other way.

Vera put on a show.

It was always a show, but sometimes it was more theatrical than others.

She shifted her hips a little and intentionally “subconsciously” put her finger up to the corner of her lips and pretended to be embarrassed by his gaze. Light brown hair, brown eyes, strong jaw line, symmetrical face, Chase was her typical job, but Vera was an artist and her clients hired her for her artistic touch.

“I… um,” she made a point to bite her lip as she took a step back and he walked into her home, passing very close to her, “I’ll be ready in just a moment. Do you want anything to drink or…”

Vera had her dark blonde, highlighted, wavy hair down, and was wearing a loose white and red patterned skirt and impressively tight, white, sleeveless leotard, more of a high-necked one piece swimsuit than anything else. She was supposed to be having a private session with a personal trainer so she had to sell it at least a little bit.

The elastic fabric of her top clung to her large breasts and they stood out perfectly. She wasn’t wearing a bra and knew they looked amazing, and Chase’s unapologetic leering at her tits was just part of the plan.

“No, thanks,” he smiled and his eyes sparkled with the kind of lascivious hunger that brought him to her door. “So, where do you work out? In here or…”

She felt his gaze on her as she turned around and walked towards her kitchen, stopped to look back at him, pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her tits out, “I have a gym set up on my garage, but please, why don’t you have a seat on the couch and I’ll be right out. She took the moment to slowly put her hair up in a high ponytail, giving him a coy, flirty smile as she put herself in the mindset to be flattered by his unflinching stare.

Vera put a little more swing in her step as she walked into her kitchen and stepped out of his view. She filled her water bottle, and as the water ran, slid her hands under her top and pinched her nipples, hard. In addition to what she’d noticed about him staring at her breasts, she also had the report from his ex-girlfriend that confirmed it.

She seemed like a nice girl, they were all nice girls, that’s why they needed Vera, that’s why they hired her. She told them all the same thing, that she didn’t fix the men, she broke them in a different way than they were already broken. Some of the girls held onto their old toys, most got tired of them, and the ones that were the highest value and cast aside, well… Vera had connections for where to send them.

Chase was a hot, young stud, a year from now, she’d be selling him to her connections, and he’d end up likely the property of a rich older woman, one that was certainly older than Vera. On the surface it wouldn’t be much of a change, but on the inside he’d be empty, living on autopilot, doing what his owner commanded.

She turned the water off and gave her nipples another pinch as she thought about the cascade of events that made up her work, and that was what she used to get herself going. She felt the flicker of warmth between her legs as the stimulation from her nipples and her imagination went to work. The rest of what she would need would come from the process.

Before she walked back out into her living room, Vera took a sip of water to wet her lips and put herself back into the performance. Little things like actually doing what she was presenting herself to do while she set the stage made it easier for her to stay in the moment, and also to hide the machinery of what she was doing. The power of suggestion was much more powerful when it was invisible.

Chase stood up as she walked out, and she led with her chest so he couldn’t possibly miss her prominent nipples. He didn’t, and before he could move too far away from the couch she walked up to him. She stopped him mid stride, just as planned, and bit her lower lip as she stood in front of him, very close to him.

“Are you read to,” he smiled and let his confidence and his own flirtation shine, “have me work you out?”

It wasn’t much of an innuendo, but she played it off like it was, and took the opportunity to reach out and brush a finger down his bicep, “I am, but, do you ever just suddenly feel like you’re all out of gas?”

She batted her eyelashes at him and arched her back just a little more. She felt the elastic fabric rub against her nipples, and could almost feel his eyes fixate on them. Vera squeezed his muscular arm gently, “Oh, I’m sure you don’t. I’m sure someone as strong, and vigorous as you just never, suddenly feels tired. I’m sure you never just realize you’re feeling sleepy, like a wave of exhaustion just washes over you, and drains all the strength right out of you. I bet you’re so strong, and in such good shape…”

Vera stopped squeezing and traced her fingernail down his arm, “That you could never, ever feel yourself getting so sleepy all of a sudden. I bet you always have so much energy, I mean, you are so big and strong. I bet you never, ever just feel a yawn coming on, and then feel that strange, sudden sleepiness washing over you, do you?”

Her touch and her closeness, and the practiced, smoothness of her gently lulling voice over-stimulated him as he stared at her nipples pressing out against her very thin, stretchy top. But more than that, she saw the way he responded to her words, the way her suggestion bypassed his conscious thoughts, and his own self-control, especially when she let out a little, mock yawn of her own.

Chase yawned and blinked, and he smiled to try and hide it, then tried to speak to either excuse, distract, or downplay why he might have just yawned. And just like trying to walk away from the couch earlier, Vera cut him off, this time by squeezing his hand and speaking before he could.

“It’s so funny how that can happen,” Vera took a deep breath that gave her an excuse to stick her chest out even more, and then exhaled and let her chest drop, then pulled her shoulders back. Chase was hopelessly hooked by her tits, but that was just part of it. “You know, how one minute you feel so awake and focused, then there’s just this draining, sleepy wave that washes over you.”

Vera went through the same cycle of exaggerated breaths, and with the slow, steady rise and fall of her breasts, and her very specific and practiced hypnotic tone, she knew she was already starting to smoothly lull him into the beginning of trance. 

“I bet you’re too strong to really have that happen to you, but sometimes it just feels like you need to yawn again, and then your eyes start getting so heavy too, and I don’t know about you, but I get it the worst when there’s something I really want to do, or need to do, and it’s like, when I feel so motivated and focused, and then I feel that sleepy wave, it’s like my eyes can’t stay open. It’s like my brain just kind of quits on me Chase, and I just need to sleep. Just for a minute it’s like all I can do is close my eyes and sleep.”

Vera softened her eyes as she caught his gaze, pulling him away from her tits for just a moment, blinking slowly and letting out a very soft sight as she saw his eyes flutter, and moved just a little bit closer to him. “It really feels like, no matter how motivated I am, no matter how ready I think I am to do something, when that sleepy wave washes over me, it feels like I just have to take a nap. It feels like there’s nothing else I can do, other than close my eyes and sink down, down, down into sleep Chase. Sleep Chase.”

She had moved closer and closer to him with every word, until she was looking deep into his eyes, her chest brushing up against his, and as his eyelids fluttered more and more, she reached up and brushed her fingers down his cheek. By the time she told him to sleep, she was almost kissing him, and as she said those words she took a hold of his short hair and pulled his head back with just enough force to lead him back down onto the couch.

Vera worked fast these days, she’d had enough practice to where her technique was honed to a razor’s edge of efficiency. Part of that included minimizing the amount of time she spent with her targets in a non-hypnotic state, and maximizing their vulnerabilities by playing her part, whatever persona she wore, perfectly. It was like a rapid induction, she put on the facade of whatever women her subject was most responsive to, used that instant connection and desire to form a rapport, and then immediately escalated that facade into her induction.

Chase assumed she was a flirty, single MILF who was taken with his easy charm and sexuality and the assumption he went through his life with that all women wanted to fuck him, and used the innuendo of sleep, and of stalling, while initiating intimate contact with him, while also distracting him with her nipples, to overload his conscious mind and give him an easy out into shutting down and going into hypnotic sleep. Pulling his hair was like a snap, a clap, or an arm tug, but also much more dominant, and it in itself was a powerful suggestion that framed what was going to happen next.

If he’d had a different energy or vibe, she would have waited until during or after the workout, because she did have a gym in her garage, 

“You’re very tired Chase,” Vera straddled him on the couch and pressed her tits against his face and cradled his head to her chest. “You can just sleep now, it’s okay. You’re so strong, you have all those big muscles, I’m sure it’s exhausting to always be working out, so haaaaaaard.”

Now that she had pulled him under, she was going to smother his sense of self before she destroyed it.

“I’m sure you really do need to just sink a little deeper into sleep now. You can just drift away to sleep with me, and you can stop trying. Just stop trying to be strong, you know it’s so hard when you’re so sleepy. You’re so strong, but that’s just making you feel even sleepier now. You’re used to feeling so strong, so feeling this sleepy and weak must mean you’re really tired now. So tired. So sleepy. So weak. Just stop trying to be strong, when you’re feeling so weak, and sleepy now. So weak and sleepy, so exhausted and heavy now Chase. It’s okay, it’s all okay, just sleep deep for me. Just sleep, deeper and deeper now. The weaker you feel, the weaker you are, because you’re so strong that you must really be weak now. So weak. Too weak. Just sleep.”

His body moved with instinctive resistance, even as his conscious mind continued fading down into the warmth of deep trance, and Vera knew that was happening, she felt it in the way he shifted under her. The more he moved with involuntary struggle, the tighter she held his head against her breasts, and every time she said sleep, she pulled on his hair again, before pulling him back closer and tighter in her smothering embrace.

After the last pull and press she felt his body give way just enough, and pressed her hips down on his growing erection.

“I’d let you touch them if you weren’t so tired Chase,” she stroked the back of his head as she spoke, and rolled her hips against him to get and give a little more stimulation and friction. “But you’re just so sleepy now, so tired and so suddenly sleepy and weak. You could try and touch them now if you wanted to, you could try and lift those big, heavy, muscular arms up to try, but they’re just so heavy, and you really are feeling so weak now.”

She shifted back just a little and sat more upright on his lap, “You’re so sleepy, you’re already so deep asleep now that you feel like you’re dreaming, and it’s so hard to move in your dreams. And you can open your eyes now Chase, open your eyes, and stay deep asleep, or wake up into this sleepy, warm dream, but open your eyes for me, open your heavy, heavy eyes for me now. I know it’s hard, I know that everything you do is making you feel so much weaker, but you can do this for me now.”

He didn’t respond as fast as she’d expected him to, so she leaned in close and whispered to him as she brushed her lips against his ear until she felt his body stir with a sharp start.

“What the fuck?” He’d dipped very deep, very fast, and now his waking from trance was closer to waking from being in a full, deep sleep. But as fast as he woke, the groggy, hypnotic haze was still on him, and Vera put a finger to his lips as he spoke.

“Ssshhhh, it’s okay,” she cooed to him in her softest, most seductively soothing voice, “just…”

Vera pulled down her stretchy white one piece top and revealed her large, flawless, breasts, “look at my tits for as long as your heavy eyes can stay open.”

The sound of her voice, her closeness, and the sight of her tits combined to overwhelm his disoriented, waking mind. “Just look at them sleepyhead, stare as long as you can until those heavy, sleepy eyes close again, and just listen…”

She reached out and put her hands on his upper arms, “I’d let you play with them, but you’re feeling so sleepy now Chase. You’re so sleepy and your whole body feels so heavy. Heavy and sleepy, and weak now Chase, and the more you try and lift your heavy, heavy arms, the heavier they get. You know muscle is so dense and heavy, muscles weigh more than fat, and all these big muscles are making your arms so heavy. You’re tried so hard to get to be strong, but now you feel so weak, you’re so weak now Chase, weak, tired, and so sleepy now.”

Chase blinked, and his eyes fought not to stay closed, just like he shifted under her and fought to speak. But as he tried to stand up, once again instinctively resisting something that, were he more fully conscious he probably would have just gone along with, Vera rolled her hips down on him, made an exaggerated moan, and squeezed his arms.

“And the heavier your arms get,” she moaned and rolled her hips again, “the heavier and sleepier your eyes are getting.” Vera gently squeezed his arms, and softly ran her fingers down his biceps. 

“So heavy and so sleepy, so sleepy and weak now Chase. All that time at the gym, wasted, leaving you weaker than you ever thought. Your arms are too heavy to move, just stare at my tits until you sleep. Stare at them and try to touch them, try and try until your heavy arms go limp and your eyes just shut. Stare at them like they’re the softest pillows, and when you close your eyes baby, I’ll let you do something better than touch them. When you close your eyes and give in to the nice, heavy, sleepy weakness, I’ll let you do what you really want to do. But not until you just give in to the weakness Chase, not until you just give in and sleep my weak, sleepy, baby. Admit to yourself that you’re not strong at all, that you're just a weak little baby, and sleep.”

She kept rubbing up on him, dry humping him with a little more intensity, and moaning and shushing him every time he twitched under her, and every time his eyes closed, she cooed “Good boy, just sleep” over and over until his eyes closed down, and his body went slack, save for his cock.

She felt it pressing up against her, full and hard, and she knew it wasn’t as big as he thought it was, but it wasn’t small, and there was a lot she could do with it. He was a solid, almost ideal subject and candidate, but the problem with the ones that could be too receptive was that ideally she needed parts of her subject’s psyche to be present, to both break and to be malleable.

Otherwise, sometimes they would have a complete and total mental break in the future. Vera had learned from those experiences though, and knew how to approach him.

“That’s it Chase, you can hear me, but you’re fast asleep, and your big strong body is so weak right now. And now, I’m going to give you what I promised, baby, Just do what comes naturally.”

She sat forward again, and pulled his head to her chest, going up on her knees enough to put a nipple in his mouth that he did instinctively started to suck on. “That’s it baby, that’s it Chase, be a good boy and just keep doing that. And now as you do, I want you to know I really wish you could just reach up and play with them, but you’re too weak to move now, you can barely even just suck on my tits. You’re too weak to list your arms to play with them, but you want to so badly that you’re going to try again. You’re used to being so strong, so you feel like it should be easy to use those big strong arms, but the more you try, the weaker you get. But you’ll do it for me now baby. Be a good boy and do it Chase, show me how strong you think you are. Show us both how weak you really are.”

She felt his body jerk ever so slightly, and she caressed his head as he kept worshiping her nipple, and she felt the subtle shift in his body as his arms started to move ever so slightly, so she just kept stroking his head and softly moaning, “Weaker and heavier, heavier and weaker.”

After a few minutes his body was perfectly still, but more so, his mouth went slack and his head slid to the side as he stopped sucking on her nipple and instead rested on her breasts. “That’s it baby, so sleepy and weak, so weak and sleepy now. You’re too weak to fondle my amazing tits Chase, you’re too weak to even suck on my perfect nipples that got you so fascinated and made you so horny. You’re just so weak now Chase, too weak to stay awake, too weak to move. All these muscles are just for show, you’re not strong at all. Everything about you is just for show because you’re hollow, hollow and weak.”

She cradled his head close and stroked his hair as she spoke, softly to him, condescendingly softly, mockingly softly, “You’re just a big, muscled up weakling aren’t you? You’re too weak to lift me off of you, because all those muscles, all that time you spend working out, it doesn’t really make you strong, does it? No baby, no, you’re all muscle, and I’m a very light woman, but you can’t even lift me off of you right now. If you could lift me up and lay me down on my back, I’d let you fuck my brains out. If you could actually take me, I’d let you use me till your balls were empty and your cock chafed in my soaking wet pussy, but you’re too weak to move now aren’t you Chase?”

The last little bit made his hips buck a little and his body twitch a little, and she lolled his head to the side and stuck her tit back in his mouth. “See baby, you need me to put my tit back in your mouth because you can’t even do that. That’s right baby, you’re weaker than an actual baby, and that’s funny because your whole identity is about those muscles and how strong you are. But you’re not strong, see, you can’t even…”

Vera slid her tit out of his mouth again, “Well… I really would let you fuck me, and it would be the best sex of your life. I’d let you do anything baby, I’d let you do everything you wanted, and I have the slickest pussy you’d ever get to fuck. You’d love being balls deep inside me Chase, just imagine it. Just imagine these tits jiggling while you fucked me stupid, fucking me hard until you cum. I’d make it so easy for you to cum baby, but you’re too weak to even fuck me now aren’t you. I bet…”

She pulled hard on his hair, “Open your eyes Chase, you’re too weak to keep them closed now, you’re too weak to argue, you’re too weak to even stay this deeply asleep. Open your eyes and see only my tits now Chase.”

She pulled his hair again as she said his name, and she watched his eyes open, and a vague shadow of awareness flicker in them.”

“Listen to me my weak little baby boy, I’ll let you fuck me if you make yourself suck on my tit again without cumming in your shorts. Of course, you’re so weak now, and so hollowed out now, that you’re going to cum as soon as your lips touch this nipple right here.”

Vera cupped under her left breast and started tracing a spiral around her tit with her fingernail, leading towards her nipple. “You’re so weak on the inside, and your outside and your whole life is such a lie that of course you’re going to cum before you even get close to being inside me. I bet, since you’re so weak inside, since you’re realizing your whole life is just a lie now, your lips aren’t even going to make it to my tit before you cum.”

“Just look at it baby, just looking at this perfect tit, just sucking on it has gotten you so hard, and the weaker you get, the more your body just gives in and fails you.  You’re already getting closer to squirting, you’re already getting so much closer to cumming all over those athletic shorts you’re wearing. But I wonder if you’re already too weak to cum. You might like that though…”

Vera squeezed her tit and leaned in closer to him, and he started to slump towards her, doing his best to move, but she stopped short, then leaned back, “You might like not getting to cum, because that way you’d get to slide that cock all the way up in my right, wet, silky, warm slit. But you wouldn’t be able to cum inside me either. So I wonder, are you too weak to cum, or too weak not to cum. Which one is it baby, what’s that weak, little body of yours going to do? What’s your…”

Feeling his hips buck under her involuntarily, she quickly put her tit back in his face and cradled his head close as his lips softly started to kiss her nipple before he moaned in deep, hard, surprising, orgasmic release.

“You don’t want to admit it to yourself Chase, but you’re weak, and your whole life is a lie.” She felt him starting to move, riding the release from his orgasm, which for many was enough to break her hypnotic spell to at least some degree, but she’d done it enough times to use that against her subjects. “You’re too weak to talk, too weak to think, too weak to move, too weak to even last to fuck me, and you love fucking Chase. You’re just muscles and a cock, and you know it deep down inside, and now you know that your cock and your muscles are all a lie. Your whole life is a life baby, but it doesn’t have to be. Just go back to sleep, you’re too weak to stay awake, especially after cumming that hard.”

She pulled his hair hard, “Sleep baby. Sleep.”

He crumbled under her, and the large wet spot on his shorts was impressive, and she pressed her breasts back into his face.

“I know it’s hard to accept, I know it’s too hard for someone as weak as you are to accept, but it’s so easy for your weak, sleepy mind to just agree with me and let my strong, powerful, soothing words replace the fragile, pathetic thoughts in your useless, empty head. You’re not strong Chase, you’re weak as a baby. You’re not mentally strong, and you’re not physically strong, and your precious cock’s just a leaky mess. You’re nothing Chase…”

Vera sat back on his wet lap, took his head in her hands, and continued speaking in the same soft, mercilessly condescending tone, “Open your eyes, do what you’re told you weak, pathetic baby, open your eyes and look at them, look at the tits that have broken you open and showed you how pathetic you are. Stare at them, see only then, and feel them smothering you under their shape and their. Feel their weight all over your body, and try to move again. Try to lift my big tits off of your body and your mind, and just try to look away from them.”

His eyes opened, slowly, grudgingly almost, and Vera looked down at him and saw the damage she’d started to do. Brainwashing and reprogramming took time, but shattering someone’s sense of self, using sex and hypnosis to humiliate and destroy someone in one blow, that was different.

Fragile things broke easily, fragile people shattered psychologically. That was why she needed parts of his conscious mind to come along on the journey. Otherwise, the dissociative mental break that could happen later would come as a rejection of the changes she made, but if she pulled parts of his identity along for the journey, then he’d agree and there would be nothing to reject. He’d agree he didn’t really have the ability to change his mind. He’d agree that there was nothing for him to do, and no one else he could be. When she broke her targets, she used parts of themselves to put the pieces back together for her.

Vera cupped her tits, “Just try to look away from them, try to lift their heavy weight from your weak mind and body. Try to look away, try to lift me, try to move, and realize that the more you try, the more you realize just how weak you are. The more you try to be strong, the more you feel yourself truly hitting your physical and mental failing points. You know how it feels to just have your body fail, you felt it a minute ago when you came all over, and you’re feeling it now. You can’t look away because you’re too weak, you’re a weak, shallow, hollow failure. Look at my perfect tits, and tell them you’re weak and your life is a lie.”

He stared, hollowed out, eyes empty, but didn’t obey.

Vera slid a hand back behind his head and pulled his hair again, “Say it you pathetic fucking wimp.”

She said the words forcefully, but with a cloying sweetness that hid the brutality of her words. It was what he needed, and with a dull, flat voice said, “I’m weak fucking wimp and my life is a lie.”

Vera smiled and kissed his forehead, “That’s it baby,” she pulled his hair again, “say it again.”

His eyes were still fixed on her tits, unable to look away, even as she moved his head, “I’m weak fucking wimp and my life is a lie.”

It wasn’t exactly what she’d told him to say, but he’d put together the mantra she’d given him together with the insults she’d leveled on him to push him down into this state of mind.

It was a good sign, it meant the pieces she needed were present, and they were starting to agree with her and obey.

Part of holding his head in her hands was to keep him staring forward on the off chance he’d wake enough to be able to regain some motor function, and it was all there to reinforce the suggestions she gave him in a way he wouldn’t be able to notice.

She started to rub herself on him again, “What are you?”

“I’m weak fucking wimp and my life is a lie.”

“That’s right baby, that’s what you are, and that’s all you are. Now tell my tits, these perfect tits that broke you open and showed you the truth about who and what you are, what you really are.”

“I’m weak fucking wimp and my life is a lie.”

Now she was finally starting to get turned on. This is what it took to really excite her, and while she’d trained herself to be physically ready for whatever she needed to do, include fuck her subjects into total submission, it was this moment, the moment when they broke for her, that truly turned her on.

Now, as she had him say the words over and over again, as she started to grind herself on his swelling cock with more motivation and tenacity, she knew she was close.

“The more you say it, the better you feel, and the better it feels, the more true it becomes. And since you know what happens when you stare at my tits, you know what’s going to happen again, all on its own, don’t you?”

He twitched as the question interrupted what had become a mantra, “Uh, I… uh… cum.”

“That’s right baby,” he jerked under her again “you’re too weak to keep it in, and you’re going to pump another messy load into your shorts because you can’t help it. You’re weak, you’re a lie, and you’re too weak to control your, weak, pathetic cock. That’s right, even your dick is stronger than your mind and the rest of your body. It’s the strongest part of you, and it’s still part of your whole, miserable lie of a life. And now, my tits are going to make you cum again. Now, tell my tits what they’re going to do. Tell me that your weak cock cums for my tits.”

He said the words, and she didn’t even have to pull his hair.

He said the words again, and again, and by the fifth time he repeated them, staring helplessly at her breasts, he was cumming again.

And unlike last time, this orgasm didn’t pull him to the surface, no, it dragged him even deeper down.

“Listen to me baby, you have no choice, you have no thoughts, there’s only my voice inside your head.” After he finished cumming, his eyes opened again and stayed fixed on her tits like she’d told him to.

“You cum so hard just starting at my tits and sucking on them, just imagine what it would feel like if I tit fucked you. Just imagine how fast you’d blow your load all over them. You’d barely touch them before you finished, and that’s just my tits. Remember, you couldn’t hold out to slide it inside me earlier, and now you’re even weaker. You went from my tits making you cum because you sucked on them, to making you cum because you stared at them, and all the time, even with all those muscles, and all those other people you’ve fucked, you couldn’t move, and you couldn’t even get the tip inside me. No Chase, you poor, stupid, weak little baby, you’d cum between my tits on the way in, so just imagine how hard and fast you’d cum if any women told you that you could fuck them.”

He whimpered.

“Oh don’t be sad, you’re already too sad and empty to feel bad about who you are, especially when you keep staring at these big, heavy tits that are already getting you hard again. It feels good to be a weak, hollow little titty bitch cum baby for me, it’s why you keep pumping out loads for me. And you know now that if any women ever lets you get even closer to her pussy, you’ll cum before you even make it inside her. You’ll cum in your shorts if a woman lets you touch a tit. You’ll explode after a few tugs from a woman’s hand. Your weak cock is the strongest part of who you are, and it’s just strong enough to blow loads any time you get sexually aroused by a woman. And now that you know that, you’ll never fuck again.”

Vera didn’t let go of him, or change her soft, merciless tone. 

“You’ll never, ever fuck again now that you’ve felt the truth, and a few days from now, if you somehow think it’s not true, just remember you’ve already cum twice, and you’re already almost on the edge of cumming for my tits again, You ‘re just staring, you’re not moving, you’re not talking, you’re just staring at my tits and that’s more than enough to give you a third mess in your shorts isn’t it?”

She moved her hands to make him nod, and much to Vera’s surprise, that was enough to make him cum again.

God, he was like a porn star, and she thought about how much fun she could have had if she’d taken his ex-girlfriend more seriously. When women came to Vera to do what she did, they always exaggerated their partners prowess, but this girl had been telling the truth.

“Oh well,” she said the words aloud as his eyes closed, and his body really and truly gave way. She slid off his lap and started to finger herself with his hand, moving him like a puppet, or a sex toy.

“You’re too weak to keep me out of your head baby, it’s time to listen to what I have to say, especially if you ever want to slide inside a woman again…”

From here it was always the same, installing a few triggers, laying down a baseline of obedience to the woman she would turn her subject over to, and then call the woman up, bring her over, and walk her through the process a few times, slowly and secretly also implanting a series of suggestions in her mind to make sure she stayed on top of the training and conditioning.

Sometimes she would have to have a second session with a target, and sometimes a third or a fourth before they were fully broken into their new lives. Some of those sessions included the woman, sometimes they didn’t, but the vast majority of her targets only took one session with Vera, at least as long as their new owners stayed on top of it.

“All of your strength Chase, all of your perceived strength, it’s a weakness, and the stronger you think you are, you know, after today, after you’re not with me and you feel like you’re back to your old self, a self that’s just a lie, the weaker you’ll become….”

Maybe, just maybe she’d ‘convince’ the girlfriend that he needed another session, and maybe, just maybe Vera would enjoy the work that time a little bit more.