Audio Version (34:14)

[Optional task: use a vibrator and any other sex toys you can. Start listening to the story. Spread your legs. Lean forward over a desk or table. Do NOT move until the story is over. Now enjoy the story.]

Sylvania wasn’t expecting the package. She thought she had already received everything she had ordered recently. The blonde carried it into her dorm room and cut it open.

The package inside looked like a universal remote control. The package proudly proclaimed “Resolutionizer 2000! Make all your goals for the New Year E-Z!”

Sylvie frowned. She definitely hadn’t ordered this. Then she saw a note in the box.

“Dear Sylvania,

Your father and I saw this on TV. We know you already got all your Christmas presents when you were here, but this seemed perfect for you. We know how you’ve been longing for love. You kept talking about how your New Year’s Resolution is to improve yourself enough to be the perfect wife, to find a loving lifelong relationship with kids and a house in the suburbs. Hope this helps!

Love you, honey,

Mom”

Sylvie teared up a little and wiped at her eyes. She really had the best parents. What her mom wrote was true. She was so tired of friends getting married, of seeing happy couples. She wanted a man. She wanted to be worthy. She wanted to be irresistible. She would study, work out, cook, clean, dance - do whatever it took. She would find a nice, gentle, affectionate man and have a happy, cozy home. She wanted the sort of devoted, sweet marriage that would last a lifetime. One that started with her as a virgin bride and a white dress, and led to kids and grandkids and a close-knit family.

But how was a TV remote supposed to help with that? She cut open the package for whatever this “resolutionizer” was. She flipped through the manual.

There was something about it being built to target her DNA specifically. From what the manual said, her parents must have sent the company one of her hairs or fingernails or something. Supposedly the device would help her with her motivation for different kinds of self-improvement goals.

She frowned, seeing a disclaimer in large, bold type.

“Warning: there is a remote possibility that improper use of this device could lead to being unable to change the selected mode. No two Resolutionizers are the same, so another Resolutionizer cannot change the mode in this case.”

That was just the start of the legalese. Sylvie skimmed through a couple of the pages and then gave up. Oh well. She was sure she wouldn’t use it improperly anyway. She just needed to know how to get started. What did she need to do to try it out?

She finally found relevant directions. Following them, she slid off the battery cover on the back of the remote. Oddly, the cover extended the entire length of the remote-

Whoah.

The entire back of the remote, under the battery cover, had lots of buttons. Just a glance at the labels made Sylvie blush fiercely. She removed a plastic tab between the AA batteries and their terminals and slammed the battery cover back closed. She was definitely NOT going to use those buttons. She was NOT even going to read all of them. There’s no way her parents would have bought this for her if they had any idea about that.

Sylvie was more reluctant now to try out this strange device, but it looked expensive. She couldn’t exactly tell her parents, after they bought this for her, that she never even used it. Besides, she was curious. She resolved to forget about the hidden buttons and examined the buttons on the top side of the remote. They seemed to be aligned with common goals, although some were clearer than others. “FIT” seemed simple enough, as did “COOK” and “CLEAN” and “STUDY,” but she wasn’t sure what to make of “GIRLBOSS.”

Sylvie debated briefly, then decided it didn’t really matter. This piece of plastic was probably a scam anyway. She pressed “FIT.” An LED flashed briefly on the remote.

She set the Resolutionizer back on the table. She suddenly remembered she hadn’t exercised today. Or anytime last week, either. She briskly changed into yoga pants and a tight-fitting top, and went off to the gym on campus. She ran on the treadmill, then felt so good she did a weight routine as well. She was wrapping up two hours in the gym with an intense stretching session, when something occurred to her.

She had never been motivated to work out like this. She had never enjoyed exercising like this. She was sweaty and exhausted and she felt great!

Maybe the Resolutionizer actually worked.

Over the coming weeks, Sylvania kept experimenting with the Resolutionizer. She found herself relying on it more and more.

Whenever she pressed the “COOK” button, she was highly motivated to cook delicious, healthy food, to do the dishes, and learn more about cooking. Now she was eating out far less. She was constantly cooking at home, and it was saving her money and giving her a better diet. It made her feel like a domestic goddess.

Whenever she pressed the “CLEAN” button, she scrubbed and organized her space thoroughly, taking great satisfaction in having a clean living area.

Whenever she pressed the “STUDY” button, she had laser-like focus, taking notes in class, doing homework or studying at home. It was only the beginning of the semester, but she was confident her grades would be significantly better this semester.

Whenever she pressed the “GIRLBOSS” button, she felt confident, ready to take responsibility and initiative. This proved very helpful when she had to give a presentation in class.

She was really proud of herself. Her friends noticed the difference in how she spent her time and the results she was getting. She felt she was a prize catch and a great husband would come along any day.

And then everything changed.

* * *

Sylvie was running late to Professor Philips’ class. Some of her classmates in her previous class had asked her to explain concepts that the professor had done a poor job of explaining. Being in “STUDY” mode, she behaved as a good classmate and provided some impromptu group tutoring. She had lost track of time, however - she was normally one of the first people in class.

Embarrassed, she slipped into class as quietly as she could and ran to an empty seat. She frantically pulled the class’s textbook out of her backpack, and was mortified when she sent small objects flying. She snatched up a couple pens from the floor and sat quietly.

The professor, a man with a dad bod and a bit of gray at his temples, glared at her for the noisy interruption before resuming his lecture. Sylvie focused intently on her textbook, resolving to make up for her tardiness by doubling her efforts on her studies.

She didn’t realize that she had dropped more than just pens.

The Resolutionizer had fallen out of her backpack and skittered across the floor. One of the other coeds, Harmony, had picked it up curiously. She saw what seemed like an extra-long battery cover that had partially come open. Even stranger, there were buttons underneath. The buttons had really crazy words on them - there were buttons with labels like “SLUT” and “BIMBO” and “PET.” She covered her mouth with her hand for a moment, surprised, amused and scandalized.

Curious, she pressed the “BIMBO” button.

Sylvie blinked at the textbook. It didn’t make any sense to her. All the facts and figures made her head hurt. She looked up at the professor. He used a long, confusing word. That was funny and made her giggle. The professor briefly gave her an odd look, but didn’t let it interrupt his lecture.

Still looking at the remote, the other girl tried the “SLUT” button.

Sylvie immediately straightened up in her seat. Her gaze landed on Professor Philips. She smiled seductively, winking at him. She wanted his attention. She needed his attention. She was a beautiful, sensual woman and that’s how he needed to see her. She started unbuttoning her blouse. Slowly. Maintaining intense eye contact with the professor as she released each one. Her pink lacy bra came into view. Then she started lowering her blouse down her shoulders.

Everyone in the classroom was staring at Sylvie. With zombie-like slowness, Harmony swung the remote around to point directly at Sylvie. Without even looking, she mashed a button.

Sylvie dropped off her chair onto the floor on hands and knees. She wiggled her butt eagerly, looking up at Professor Philips. She panted and barked loudly. She was so happy to see him. She wanted attention. She wanted to play! She wanted walkies!

“It’s the remote!” Harmony whispered. Or at least, she thought she whispered. Everyone heard her.

A frat guy snatched the remote from her hand. “No way!” He examined the top side of the remote, with the more normal buttons. Then he tapped the one marked “MUTE.”

Sylvie’s barks immediately stopped. Her mouth was still moving. She was still energetically prancing around on all fours and “wagging her tail.” But no sound came from her mouth. She didn’t seem to notice.

“Give that to me,” Professor Philips ordered, holding out his hand for the remote. “That’s quite enough disruption for my class, thank you.” The frat guy seemed disappointed, but handed the device over.

Philips examined the remote carefully, turning it over to see it from both sides. By now, Sylvie was rubbing up against the leg of his slacks, and various students were giggling or whispering. Then the professor aimed the remote at Sylvie and pressed the button on the bottom side marked “SLAVE.” Sylvie immediately stopped, dropped into a kneeling position, and looked up at him with a devoted, attentive gaze. “Return to your seat. Button your blouse.”

Sylvie stood up and moved to her desk without a hint of embarrassment. She had been given an order. She obeyed. That was all that mattered to her. She liked obeying. It felt good. After sitting down and putting her blouse back in order, she looked at the professor patiently, waiting for further commands - no matter how long it would be until they came.

Professor Philips tapped the “PAUSE” button. Sylvie froze in place. Not a muscle twitched. That was fine with her. If her master chose to make a motionless decoration out of her, that was his right. She lived to serve.

The professor resumed his lecture. The students were distracted, glancing at Sylvie frequently, but when nothing else unusual happened they got bored of her, and returned to being bored with the lecture. It wasn’t clear that anyone would remember anything from that class session except Sylvie, but they all muddled through to the end.

As her classmates packed books into bags, checked their phones, or woke up from an hour-long nap, Sylvie remained absolutely motionless. A blonde-haired, blue-eyed barbie doll, positioned on display in her chair.

“Sylvie, see me after class. We need to discuss your behavior,” Professor Philips said sternly. Several students, including Harmony, glanced back at her curiously and wondered why she was holding so still. But everyone had places they wanted to be, and soon the room was empty except for the two of them.

Professor Philips tapped the “STUDY” button. Immediately Sylvie started moving again, especially her lips. Professor Philips frowned for a moment, then tapped “MUTE.”

“-should have been taking notes, so sorry, I’ll do extra study to make up for it, this is so embarrassing, I’m so sorry I wasn’t-”

“Sylvania!” Professor Philips said sternly, silencing her as effectively as if he had used the remote. “My office.”

She trailed behind the taller professor, blushing profusely. If he hadn’t been metaphorically dragging her along, she would be in the bathroom crying. No, that’s not right - she would have tried to find someplace away from everyone that saw her embarrassing antics and would have studied like mad. She should have been focusing on his lecture, reading the textbook and taking notes. Instead, she had zoned out for most of the lecture, her mind in a foggy, peaceful place. That was inexcusable. She had to catch up on her studies.

Sylvie almost walked into the door that Professor Philips held open for her. They entered his office. He shut the door behind her. Then he moved around his desk and sat, looking at her sternly. “Sit.”

She obediently sat in the guest chair, feeling very much like a kindergartner called to the principal’s office. She started apologizing profusely again, but he waved a hand, cutting her off. He held up the Resolutionizer. “Tell me about this remote.”

So she explained. The unexpected gift. The way it affected her motivation, changed her thoughts and desires to make her productive. The positive impact it had on her life. And how she had never, ever, ever even considered trying any of the buttons hidden under the battery cover.

“I see. Quite a fascinating device. It sounds like, up until today, you’ve been enjoying it - that you’ve even been grateful for it?”

Sylvie nodded.

“And how did you feel about what happened in class today?”

She blushed furiously and stared at the carpet. “That was so embarrassing, professor!”

“How did you feel while it was happening?”

“Good… really, really good.”

“How interesting. Now tell me, Sylvania. Do you want me to use those buttons again?”

Deeply embarrassed, Sylvie shook her head rapidly. “Oh no! I’d just die! Good girls don’t do things like that!” She couldn’t believe they were even having this conversation. Never in her life had she ever thought she would do such terrible, humiliating things.

“And while you were under the influence of this remote, of those… special… buttons… how would you have reacted if I asked if you wanted to stop?”

Sylvie was quiet. Professor Philips waited, and opened his mouth to ask the question again, before she answered, almost whispering.

“I wouldn’t have wanted it to stop. I would have told you to keep me like that. That I had never been happier.” She hated admitting it, but she had to. It was the simple truth. But that was only mind-controlled Sylvie saying that. Normal Sylvie didn’t want it, and that’s what mattered, right?

“How interesting.”

Sylvie squirmed awkwardly in her chair, tugging down on the hem of her denim miniskirt. “Is that all, professor? I really should be catching up on my studies.”

“Not quite.” The professor examined the Resolutionizer again. Then he aimed it at Sylvie. Her eyes went wide and she opened her mouth to protest, but she was too late. He had already pressed the “MAID” button.

Sylvie stood up and tried to curtsy. It didn’t work very well in a miniskirt, but Philips found it entertaining anyway. She looked around quickly. “May I tidy your office, sir? I could do a bit of dusting.” She turned away from him, towards a bookshelf. She immediately bent over to examine the bottom shelf of books. She kept her knees straight, bending at her hips so her skirt rode up enough to show her pink panties. She deliberately swayed her butt slightly. “I could organize your office. Or perhaps there’s… some other way I can please you?”

Philips smirked and tried a button unhelpfully marked “BDYCTL.”

Sylvie didn’t move, remaining in her awkward, bent over position. “Hey! I can’t move! Professor Philips, what are you doing? Please let me go!”

Professor Philips quickly hit the volume down button several times, ensuring she would not be heard outside the office. He looked over all the remote buttons again, but didn’t see anything obvious. “What’s wrong, Sylvania? Why don’t you stand up?”

She did, awkwardly and rigidly moving back upright. “Whoah! That wasn’t me!”

He smiled. Perhaps the letters on the button were shorthand for “body control,” and he thought he could guess how it worked. “Lock the door, Sylvania.”

She immediately walked to the door and locked it. “This isn’t me! I can’t move my own body!”

“Spread your legs and put your hands behind your head.”

“H-hey! Stop doing that!” Sylvie immediately moved into position. It was a strange feeling to feel completely helpless in her own body. Her body acted like it had a mind of its own, following every order no matter how badly she wanted it to stop.

“Remove your blouse.”

Sylvie grabbed her shirt and yanked as hard as she could, popping off several buttons with a horrified gasp. Then she quickly tugged it over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her hands then moved to passively hang at her sides. “Hey! I really liked that top! Professor!”

He considered her thoughtfully. Then he examined some of the controls on the bottom of the remote. There were several pairs of buttons with up arrows and down arrows, typically just marked with a single letter. He decided to experiment. He picked one randomly and kept pressing the up arrow over and over.

“Please let me go, professor! Please let me… let me… please let me please you, Professor Philips. Please let me serve you. I need you to tell me what to do.”

He guessed the “S” on that pair of buttons stood for submissiveness. He jabbed repeatedly at a different up arrow.

Sylvie felt a thrill shoot through her. She suddenly felt oddly warm between her legs. She desperately needed to be touched. She moaned softly. “Oh, Professor Philips… I’m so crazy horny right now!”

He smiled, and hit the down arrow for “S” a couple times. “Lean forward. Put your hands on the desk.”

Sylvie found her body obeying. Her legs were already spread as far as they could in the tight denim miniskirt. She leaned forward. Without a blouse, her bra and cleavage were on display, and she was basically thrusting them towards the seated man. “P-professor Philips, this is completely inappropriate!”

“Further.”

She complied, sliding her hands further forward, closer towards him on the desk, her body only inches from its surface. “Professor!” she whined.

He stood up and walked around the desk. Slowly making a half-circle around her. Giving particular attention to the way her young, tight buttocks filled out the miniskirt. She didn’t move, holding perfectly in position.

He yanked her skirt up to her waist. Sylvie let out a loud gasp. Or at least, she tried to. It sounded surprisingly quiet in her own ears, thanks to how he had turned her volume down. “Professor! What are you doing?”

He spanked her with his broad, strong hand and Sylvie yelped - her volume still reduced. “How did that feel, Sylvania?”

Sylvie bit her lip and remained quiet. She definitely didn’t want to say it.

“Hmm.”

He fiddled with the remote again. “How did you feel when I spanked you, Sylvania?”

“I loved it, Professor! It made me soaking wet! I want you to hit me more, harder!” Sylvie’s eyes bugged out. Why did she say that? That was the last thing she wanted to admit. She had never been spanked before,and had no idea it would feel this good. She didn’t want to tell her professor dirty things! But she couldn’t stop it. He had asked a question and she felt compelled to answer honestly.

He brought his hand down on her butt again. This time Sylvie moaned out loud with arousal. She tried to press her lips together to keep herself quiet. She was not a dirty girl!

“Pretty pink panties, Sylvania. It’s time to get rid of those.” It sounded like he was fiddling with something in his pocket, taking something out. He pulled at the strap of her panties and then they came away, leaving her pussy exposed to the air.

“H-hey! Professor! Did you cut off my panties? I need those!”

He laughed. “No, you really don’t, Sylvania.” He squeezed her tight round butt firmly. “Tell me, girl… do you want my cock inside you?”

“Yes, do me, do me! I mean, no! I’m a good girl! I want to be a virgin for my future husband!”

“I heard yes.”

Sylvie heard a zipper opening. Then something was pressing against her most private of parts. It easily slid inside her opening, slick with the intensity of her arousal. Sylvie gasped. She had never had anything inside there. It was a strange new feeling. And it felt so, so good. Why had she never tried that before?

He pressed against a resistance and then it gave way. He plunged deeper inside her. Sylvie felt incredibly full in a way she never had before, stuffed in an intoxicatingly pleasurable way. She wanted to protest, to tell him to stop. But she was overwhelmed with pleasure and couldn’t do more than make incoherent noises. As he pounded in and out of her, Sylvie came very rapidly, her eyes rolling back in her head. She wanted to collapse. But her body didn’t care. It stubbornly remained in the position it had last been ordered to take, bent over the desk. And he didn’t stop. Sylvie had never felt arousal like this before. After a few minutes she came again, squeezing tightly around the professor’s cock, which caused him to cum deep inside her.

“Professor!” she gasped, in shock. “You came inside me! You can’t do that! That turns me on so much!” ugh, why was she saying things she meant to keep locked away in a deep, secret part of her mind?

He ignored her. After tucking himself away, he fiddled with the remote.

“Let me go! I want you to take me again and spank me again! No, ignore that. I want you to let me go! I want you to shove your thing inside me again and again! Why do I keep saying dirty things?”

“Stand up. Remove your bra and skirt. Arms behind your back. Squeeze your elbows together as close as you can.”

Sylvie felt herself immediately obey. She reached behind herself, unclasped her bra and let it fall, revealing her boobies to her professor. Then she unzipped her denim miniskirt and stepped out of it. “Please, professor, please let me keep my clothes on, let me have some dignity. God, it makes me soaking wet to have to strip for you. Standing naked in front of you is so embarrassing and I love it. Don’t listen to me, let me put my clothes back on and we’ll forget this ever happened!” She felt herself trying to squeeze her arms together behind her back. The frequent yoga workouts seemed to be making a difference. She could barely feel her elbows touching. This just emphasized her breasts lewdly. So humiliating.

Professor Philips smirked at her, then resumed toying with the remote. “I need an instruction manual… I know, I bet all the info I need is online.” He turned to his laptop, ignoring the naked coed on display in front of his desk, her tits thrust forward.

Sylvie’s pleadings grew quieter, but didn’t stop. “Please let me go, professor, I’ll just get dressed and study. It’s so demeaning that you treat me like an object, like some brainless decoration. My nipples are hard enough to cut glass. I love it when you treat me like an object. No I don’t, please let me go!” She wondered why he hadn’t muted her, but guessed he must be entertained by listening to her say dirty things despite herself. Pervert!

“Ok, I’ve got it. Now I can fully customize the settings. Sex drive should already be pretty high, but let’s make sure it’s all the way up.” He kept jabbing various buttons as he talked.

Sylvie bit her lip. Even the feeling of the cool air on her nipples and her thighs touching together was driving her wild with arousal. “Pleeeeeease professor! I need your cock I need it I need it! No, I’m not that kind of girl, let me go!”

“Let’s lower your intellect a bit… you were always too smart for your own good, Sylvania.”

“No no no! I need my brains for school! Yes, professor, make me your dumb bitch! Turn me into a brainless airhead bimbo oh god that turns me on so much!”

“Sylvania, what’s the square root of 16?”

“Uh… uh… please give me your cock, professor! I need it! No! Why can’t I think?”

“Ok, perfect. Let’s get rid of that pesky free will and turn up your submissiveness and obedience to the max…”

“NO! Professor, I’ll do anything, don’t make me a brainless slave… guh… make me your brainless slave, professor! Take away my useless free will, don’t let me make decisions! I… I am yours to command, Master.”

Professor Philips fine-tuned a few other settings while muttering things like “love to exercise… love to cook… love to clean….” Then he looked back at Sylvie. She couldn’t think straight. Her mind was a fuzzy pink cloud. Every inch of her skin tingled with arousal and the need to be touched. She desperately needed to be used. She was desperately eager to receive commands from her Master. It made her so happy to be on display for him. He had told her to stay in position. Being a decorative doll for his pleasure made her feel good. So very, very good. She thought she would cum if he so much as touched her.

“Didn’t you want to be a pure, sweet bride? Have a quiet, traditional life, a house with a white picket fence? Do you want me to change you back so you can go back to your old life?”

“No Master! The old me was boring! I love being your brainless slave bitch! I live to obey your every command!”

“It would only take a single button press to change you back, you know,” Philips said conversationally. “A tap on the ‘STUDY’ button and you’d run off to do your homework. If I pressed ‘FIT’ you’d be going to the gym, having forgotten all about sex. All of my work, undone in a moment.”

“I live to serve, Master. Control me however you wish.” Sylvie was confused. She thought he enjoyed her body. Why would he want to change her back? She had no idea what was coming next. She was so desperately horny and eager to be told what to do.

He carefully removed the batteries from the Resolutionizer. Sylvie felt a sense of relief. Good, he wasn’t about to change her back. He liked her being a slutty plaything.

Professor Philips made direct, intense eye contact with the brainwashed girl. He held up the remote in both hands. And then with a single, swift moment he snapped the Resolutionizer in two.

Her Master had just made sure she would be a brainwashed slave toy forever.

Sylvie came spontaneously, squealing, “Maaaassstteeerrr!”