Twelve months ago, my life completely changed. I had been with my girlfriend Bailey for almost two years, even had a ring hidden in our bedroom. I was in my internship at the firm and she was working as a part time writer for a blog site. But things were changing. She'd changed. Okay, to be fair, I did too, and 120 hour work weeks weren't unheard of. We weren't just drifting apart, it seemed like she was actively trying to push me away. Always complaining, and not just about little things. I'd cook the dinner she asked for, then she'd say I made it wrong. I'd clean up the house, and she'd bitch that she couldn't find anything. I'd do laundry, she'd complain that her clothes didn't feel right. I'd shop for the groceries, she'd complain that I got the wrong stuff. I'd give her money (that was out of MY account), you guessed it. She'd complain it wasn't enough.
I was to the point where enough was enough when I found out she'd taken an extra hundred dollars that we needed for utilities and spent it on booze. I found her passed out on the bed with half empty bottles strewn on the floor. The gin took me nearly an hour to clean out of the carpet. I had to take a break. I was exhausted, physically, mentally, emotionally, you name it. Talking to her just resulted in fights, trying to limit her excesses was an exercise in futility, nothing seemed to work. I was fed up with it. I stepped outside to get some fresh air, away from the smell of stale booze when I heard something crackle under my foot. I looked down and saw what looked like a shock collar holding down a piece of paper. I picked it up and saw the writing.
"Hello neighbor. I have heard that you may be having some relationship issues. This is a Dreamscaper. Place it on the forehead of anyone needing stress relief and a good night's sleep, and you'll find it changes their whole outlook on life. It doesn't need to charge, and is a miracle working device. Enjoy!"
It took me all of five minutes to decide to strap the thing to her head. If it didn't work, I'd laugh it off as a sleep aid. If it did work... Actually, I had no idea what would happen if it did work. To my surprise, when she woke up in the morning, despite complaining about making noise while she was hung over, she didn't mention the device.
I got back from work late that night and got another surprise. She was curled up in bed with the dreamscaper already on her head.
Every night after that, the Dreamscaper was on. At first, I didn't notice any real difference in her. At that point, I have to admit, I was trying to avoid the choice of whether to leave or stay. I did love her, deeply, but I honestly felt less like a partner and more like a bankroll. Then I began to notice small things. Little chores being done. Fewer complaints. Less screaming, more actual mature discussion. Then I got the first message. After dinner, we were watching one of her movies on the couch when my phone chimed and I read it aloud. A text from an unknown number with a single line.
*Unlocked trigger. "ACCOMPLISHED"*
I had no idea what it meant. Bailey sighed, which was her usual cue for me to put my phone away and focus my attention on her, but when I looked, she had her eyes closed, lounging on the couch. I shrugged it off, and went back to the pure boredom of watching Ralph Fiennes try and write an Elizabethan play.
When I got home from work the next day, I was shocked. Bailey was sitting on the couch with a dozen open books scattered around her and her open laptop on the coffee table. When she saw me she squealed and jumped up, rushing over to hug me.
"BABY!!! Oh my God, I have to tell you about my day! I had been letting my articles slide for a while, but I got this huge urge to be productive and I just powered through them like a woman possessed! I feel so Accomplished!"
She kept talking but I honestly didn't hear much of it. It couldn't be a coincidence. Could it? Just the night before I had said... and now she... it couldn't be... what the hell was going...
I spent the entire evening in a fugue state, trying to puzzle it through. Then my phone chimed again.
*Unlocked trigger. *MAID*"
Without thinking, I muttered it aloud. Bailey sighed, and my eyes snapped up to her. She was swaying gently, eyes closed as she stood frozen in the hallway just behind me. Holy. Shit.
I realized I had to test it, and simply acted normal for the rest of the night. After another long shift at work, I came home, half hoping, half afraid. When I opened the door, my jaw dropped. The whole house was sparkling. It worked. Holy fuck, it worked!
Bailey must have heard the door, because while I stood there gaping, she meandered into the hallway. She was in ratty jeans and one of my old tee shirts that she had knotted behind her back. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, and she looked exhausted.
"Hey baby." She smiled shyly. "Do you like it? I've been cleaning all day. Couldn't help it."
"Bailey, I love it." I almost stuttered. "The place looks incredible!"
Her shy smile blossomed into something truly beautiful, joy lighting up her eyes.
"I'd cook something, but I'm wrecked. Pizza and a movie?"
We didn't have much money for frivolous expenses, but there was NO way I was going to do anything to shoot her down. Not after this. I agreed, and we spent a nice evening in, just lounging. I was even more surprised that night when she curled up next to me and pulled my arm over her, spooning against my chest. Her arm reached back and gently pulled my ass into her, rocking me against her panties.
"Please," she whispered. "I'm tired as hell, but I want you."
It was slow, gentle and sweet. She shook gently, my cum filling her inside as we came together. She was nearly asleep before she reached up to put the dreamscaper on. A minute later and she was out.
The next few days came and went without any new messages, but that weekend, I dreamed I got a message that made 'dream me,' say it out loud and laugh.
*Unlocked trigger. *FELLATRIX*
I mumbled something else in my dream, and went back under. When I woke, I felt something I had never had the pleasure of in my life, until that point. Something warm and wet was enveloping my cock, and I could feel my shaft slipping in and out of a pillowy, soft, wet and warm tunnel that flexed and stroked me. My eyes snapped open, and there she was, looking up at me with soft, innocent eyes begging for approval. I could only groan as I filled her mouth, cumming hard as she sucked and swallowed.
Even after I was finished, she kept me in her mouth, gently suckling. Finally, she pulled free and smiled.
"Yum." Her next words shocked the hell out of me. "Mmmm. Say it again, sexy. Tell me what I am."
"You're my... Fellatrix."
Her eyes rolled back and she sighed, a smile making her face glow. A devilish grin crept onto her face and her hands slithered up my chest to push me back down.
"Oh, yes, baby. Yes, I am. And you're about to find out just how good your slutty little fellatrix actually is. How supple her tongue can be. How soft her lips are. How focused she can be when it comes to bringing her man to the peak of pleasure with her hot. Wet. Silky. Dirty. Mouth."
I was hard as a rock again, despite just having cum a mere minute earlier. The promise in her eyes and her breathy voice, full of sexually charged need, brought me to fullness in seconds, before she flipped her hair to one side and gave me a single long, slow lick from base to tip.
"Lay back and enjoy, loverboy. Just lay back and enjoy."
She took her time, sucking and licking, her hands, lips and tongue all getting a piece of the action. She even managed to slide me all the way inside her throat a few times. She hummed and moaned, groaning in bliss as she nuzzled my cock, panting with need. I could smell her arousal as she spent over half an hour teasing and sucking, totally focused on giving me pleasure.
I was convinced. The dreamscaper was the best thing to ever happen to me. When I finally came, Bailey buried me in her throat, swallowing repeatedly, milking me for every drop. Sated, I stroked her hair as she laid her head on my thigh, panting as she caught her breath.
From then on, I was hooked. Some dark, wonderful, controlling beast that had long laid dormant had awakened in me, and it wanted to play. The next day, I awakened and grabbed my phone, delighted to see a new trigger had arrived.
*Unlocked trigger. *BRUTAL CRAVINGS*
I rolled over and whispered in her ear, and Bailey awoke with a gasp and another one of the telltale eyerolling sighs. Her eyes snapped to mine, and she growled, grabbing me and pulling me on top of her. Her thighs parted and she locked her ankles behind me, urging me to fill her. She begged, pleading with me to fill her pussy to bursting with my cum. Her nails scraped my back as I thrust inside her, and she had to bite down on my shoulder to muffle her shriek of pure carnal ecstasy. The beast inside me woke, and I gave over control.
My hands mauled her tits before I pushed myself up, slamming my hips into her as she howled. I muffled her screams of bliss with a pillow, but it wasn't enough. Before I realized what I was doing, my hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed. Bailey shoved the pillow away, and I looked down at her as I slammed into her lithe, welcoming body, shaking the bed with every thrust. Her dainty hands encircled my wrist and pulled, forcing my hand harder against her throat.
"If you want your slut to shut up," she whispered, a sneer on her face. "Make the bitch shut up."
I growled at her taunts, the beast inside me railing against her disrespect. My free hand covered her mouth and I squeezed her throat harder, the bed nearly denting the wall with my thrusting. I felt a flash of pain in my hand, and my eyes snapped down, seeing my fingers caught between her teeth. With a jerk, I ripped my hand away and before I could contemplate my own actions, my open hand cracked across her cheek, punishing her for her insolence. I almost froze in horror, but the sound of her low, gurgling moan reached my ears as her hot, tiny pussy convulsed around me.
"Ohhhh... yessssss..." her eyes looked up at mine, a blazing fire lighting them from within. "Again. Do it again. Teach your bitch her place."
The sound of my hand cracking into her cheek echoed through the room, followed closely by a shuddering gasp, her tunnel flexing hard around me as she came. I released her throat, using my hands to grope her tits, squeezing hard enough to leave marks as I slammed down one, two, three more times before I unloaded deep inside her. Her orgasm, combined with the feeling of my own hot cum flooding her pussy unmade her, and the spinning, dizzying rush of blood back to her head all combined to overwhelm her. Bailey shrieked and spasmed hard, flailing wildly beneath me as she came again and again, chain orgasms ripping through her until she ran out of breath.
Bailey's body seemed to catch, every muscle freezing, her whole body quivering hard as she strained. I felt a flood of liquid splash against my groin as she squirted for the first time in her life, before she collapsed, eyes rolling back with a gasping groan. Her head rolled to the side, and her eyes closed, still wracked by the occasional shuddering spasm from the aftershocks. She let out a soft, whimpering moan, and she was out, exhausted and semi-conscious but still suffering the occasional trembling twitch.
When she finally awoke, I had to carry her to the bathtub. I drew the hot water and gently washed her body with a warm cloth. Her eyes never left me, an expression of loving wonderment and trust plainly written in her face. The rest of the day, she never left my side, her immovable, brilliant smile making her seem incandescent with happiness.
That night, she confessed to me.
"I was feeling so unfulfilled. I loved you so much, but I could never seem to work up the courage to tell you what I wanted. You were the gentleman, the sweet, loving boyfriend that I had always dreamed of. But... I needed more. I needed a stronger monster than my own. That traitorous little voice was always in my head, whispering to me how I wanted the pain. Wanted to be held down and controlled. Wanted to be claimed, abused, dominated. How I needed to be made to submit. How I needed to be shown what I am. To have the truth revealed in a way that was undebatable. To be shown that I belong with you. That I belong to you. I'm sorry I was such a bitch. I knew it, and it hurt so much to push and push, but it was like I couldn't stop. I needed you, needed you to come back at me, instead of just letting me act out like I had been. I just... couldn't figure out how to tell you that I..."
She shuddered in my arms as her eyes rolled back with a sigh. Then she looked at me, her pupils blown, already breathing hard, her unmistakable look of lust plain to see. My hand fisted in her hair and I yanked, bending her over the arm of the couch. She shrieked, but her screams soon doubled in volume as my open hand begain to rain down on her ass. Her panties were soon soaked, and I tore them off of her with a jerk, shredding the fabric before wrapping my fingers around her neck and slamming into her from behind. She shoved back into me as I forced her down and over the arm of the couch, pinning her in place while I fucked her with punishing intensity. I took my time, growling to her how if she ever misbehaved again, I'd ensure she would come to regret it. She managed to choke out half whispered responses, begging me to keep her in her place, assenting to and begging for all of the rough, painful lessons I told her I would dole out if she misbehaved. I fucked her into oblivion, leaving her half conscious, dripping my cum onto the couch as she lay there, splayed open and shuddering, drooling onto the floor.
That was the beginning of a big change in our relationship. Bailey no longer acted out all the time, and if she started back into her old ways, all it took was a quick trigger, and we'd nearly wreck another piece of furniture with our escapades.
Of course, she still wore the Dreamscaper into bed. The triggers kept pouring in, slowly tapering off until we were only getting one every week. DOLL, SLAVE, GYM BUNNY, PAINSLUT, ANALWHORE, and more. We tried them all. Bailey and I grew closer and closer, loving every minute together. She loved knowing she was helpless to resist the triggers, and it never seemed to really bother her. She knew it was the Dreamscaper, but she kept wearing it, each and every night. She knew it was doing things to her, she eventually told me as much, but my acceptance of her darker lusts made it into a game for her, not something to fear or resent.
We had triggers that kept her riding the edge of orgasm, until I said for it to stop. Waiting the full day to receive the stopping trigger was a lot of fun for us both, honestly. The orgasm she had as the endless edge was released made her soak the entire bed when she squirted. We had triggers to make her cum on command, others to increase or decrease her sensitivity. We had triggers that turned her into a pet, and triggers that affected her personality. I could play with her emotions and memories, if I wanted.
Eventually, though, things leveled out for us. Bailey would wake to her Fellatrix trigger every morning. It was her suggestion to record my voice giving commands and attach those voice clips to various alarms throughout the day. Gym Bunny would get her through her morning workout, she'd shower, then Maid would trigger her, and she'd clean the house. Accomplished would kick on for the morning work session, and she'd write for a while. She'd have lunch, then Schoolgirl would kick in, and she'd spend an hour studying. Of course, she masturbated while studying, but the things she researched varied from day to day, ranging from cooking and baking techniques, to how-to guides for the proper use of ropes, cuffs and sex toys, as well as oral, vaginal and anal sexual techniques. Accomplished would kick in again, and she'd finish her daily article, even getting a head start on the next day's post, if she had time. Then she'd be triggered by Housewife and start in on dinner.
When I'd get home, she'd have food ready, and a list of three or four sex triggers she wanted me to pick from that night. Her favorite was Callgirl. She'd inevitably have some slinky silk dress or lacy getup that she'd dress up in for me, then spend the rest of the night in a slow, sexually charged seduction.
It took a full year for us to receive her final trigger, and we had amassed a massive list by then. We had our favorites, of course, and some that we weren't huge fans of. They were all enjoyable, but the last one really made me smile. I thanked whoever it was that was looking out for me in giving us the Dreamscaper. That night, instead of any of our normal triggers to kick off playtime, I got down on one knee and lifted the ring I had bought so long ago. I asked her to marry me, and she gasped, speechless, tears of joy in her eyes. She stood there frozen and silent in her disbelief.
"Come on babygirl. SAY YES."
Her eyes rolled back with a sigh before they cleared and she gave me an admonishing look.
"Yes. Jerk. Of course, yes. Yes! Yes, forever and always, yes!"
I slid the ring onto her finger and she threw her arms around me, kissing me hard. She pulled back with a smile after a minute, slightly out of breath.
"I was gonna say yes anyway, you dipwad. You didn't have to trigger me."
"Oh, I know." I grinned. "It just seemed fitting."
She smiled down at the ring glittering on her hand.
"Yes. It fits perfectly."
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