Layers Upon Layers of Surrender
"You know you're being conditioned, don't you?" Aaron asks, and although Matilda can't answer--her mouth is far too full of cock to speak intelligibly, and Aaron's hands on her head control its motion far too much to even nod--she nonetheless finds herself sluggishly considering his words as he speaks to her in his soft hypnotic voice. "That slick, sleepy pleasure you feel whenever you swallow my stiff prick all the way to the back of your throat is gradually reprogramming your brain, making you my wet and obedient suckslut. How do you feel about that, pretty girl, hmm?"
It's a surprisingly difficult question to think about, in no small part because of the very pleasure Aaron mentioned just moments ago--Matilda can feel drool dripping out around the massive shaft in her mouth, running down her pale pink chin to soak the thin fabric of her t-shirt, and it feels like her other lips are drooling just as hard. She never really dreamed she was capable of feeling this much dreamy bliss, especially not without being touched, and the overwhelming ecstasy's been so thoroughly stupefying her that it's only when Aaron draws her attention to it that she can even pay attention to how dumb and horny she feels sucking his cock.
But once it's on her mind, she discovers that she truly can't get away from the conclusion that yes, Aaron's really and truly brainwashing her to crave going down on his big, stiff prick. The memories that have always been present become suddenly and potently significant in her drowsy brain, and it genuinely comes to mean something to her that the friendly conversation she'd been having with the neighbor down the hall shaded so gradually into a hypnotic induction that Matilda couldn't even pinpoint with hindsight the moment she stopped actively listening and started dreamily accepting his murmured words. He'd put so much programming into her head, so many suggestions that she never even so much as tried to fight and now she was being trained to love guzzling his cock like a dumb, horny slut.
And he trained her to love it, she realizes, the trap of her conditioning finally sealing shut around her as she relaxes her throat and Aaron's cock slides into her mouth all the way down to the base. Matilda can feel the pleasure she takes in opening her mind up further and further to his brainwashing, the act of subjugating her own resistance giving her an almost sexual euphoria matched only by following the programming her fading autonomy can no longer stop her from accepting into the very core of her personality. She wants to suck her Master's prick, and even though she doesn't want to want it that level of abstraction doesn't parse well to her literal-minded subconscious and she knows it won't be long before she can't make those fine distinctions anymore.
Not that she can say any of that to him. Even if she wasn't gulping down his cock with such enthusiasm it's almost a full minute between every breath, even if the act of sucking Aaron's dick didn't automatically induce a trance so deep and profound Matilda's practically nonverbal now, even if she could come up with thoughts of her own instead of the ones he programmed her with… this level of perfect pleasure is hard to put into words. But the way she deep throats him with mindless, passionate excitement tells him everything he needs to know, and when he nuts down her throat it's a sign to Matilda that he's very proud of her ability to obey.
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