It’s been weeks, maybe months… The conditioning is sticking, my mind has been fractured. I sit chained in my large cage, mentally scraping up anything left of my sanity and identity. When I agreed to be her willing subject, I had no idea what surrendering my free will actually meant. Panting with my cock leaking, I hear the rustling of the knob on the door, slowly opening with my goddess in view with a sinister, lustful grin. On the other end of her leash is another victim—a woman who’s also been cracked and conditioned. Bracing for the onslaught, I attempt to resist the urges that are programmed inside of me.

The clicking of her heels on the floor as she approaches combined with the rhythmic strikes of her tuning fork, the brainwashing almost immediately takes old. My cock erect, my breathing labored, my face hot to the touch. She opens the door to my cage, gently tugs my cock and whispers in my ear:

“Another one for you dear. Be sure to stop when I say, just like a good boy should~”

My mind having taken a backseat to the conditioning, the victim and I immediately start slowly fucking in sync with one another, making sure to ride the edge as long as possible. It would happen again. I’d fuck for too long and the woman under me would begin to break further. With no control over myself, it’s become a normal activity that I’m now hard-wired to assume and obey.

“ENOUGH”, she’d demand with a sharp voice. Dismounting and kneeling in front to assume her desires position, I’d be then told to ignore the vessel on the floor and stroke and workshop for the privilege of serving. After some time, I’d feel my goddess behind me, wrapping her hands around my cock, breathing and whispering more trances and instructions to be the best puppet I could be. Who I could be is no longer, but who I’ll become is far beyond my control.