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I still couldn’t believe everything I was able to push Will into doing. Just thinking about it almost made me crash the car twice on my way home and even after that, I just couldn’t stop myself from being excited. When all this began, I just thought about getting him into bed with me and fucking him senseless. It was all about getting my hands on his firm body and that hadn’t changed. I still wanted to turn William into my new sex toy once his little problem was fixed, but I had to it that getting there turned me on more than I ever thought possible.

I had watched him as his mind was being molded, step by step and I couldn’t imagine anything more arousing. I just sat down on my bed and my imagination kept running wild. Yeah, I would be enjoying the moment when his cock got inside me immensely. His strong arms would hold my hips; he would just pick me up as if I weighed nothing and then he would fuck me like he was the one in charge.

But I already knew I would always be the one in control. He had made his mind pliable in the hopes of making his life better, but I’ve managed to slip in and now it was too late to stop me. He wasn’t even aware something was wrong and he just kept opening his mind for me, letting me even deeper inside and I was no longer only pushing, I was already the one doing all the fucking. Our roles were reversed in this situation and it was him who was helpless. His mind was spread like a pussy for me and it was mine to do whatever I wanted with it. And I would keep fucking and fucking that silly little mind of his until it ended up full of my cum—only the things that I wanted him to think and believe. At first, I just planned for him to be attracted to me and end up in bed with me, but it wasn’t enough now. I needed more. Much more.

But for that to work, I had to remove some obstacles from the way. And the first of them was that annoying fiancée of his. Luckily, the opportunity presented itself and I tried to exploit it. Would it work the way I planned? Only time would tell.

I returned home after a really shitty meeting, hoping to get some and cuddle time from my guy, but Will was apparently behind in his assignments and had to work late. Again. Normally I would be tempted to shout at him, but then again, things were getting better in the other department and the catching up was due to all the time he devoted to his conditioning. Which he was doing for us and there was definitely some improvement in his excitability lately. When he actually had free time to be with me.

When I started dating Will, I felt incredibly lucky to be able to score a guy like him. Every girl wanted him; some of them were just too shy to ask. And some of them tried to go after him even long after we were already dating. Like that bitch, Iris. She used to always be around, just waiting for her moment and then she pounced. I was certainly glad to get rid of that one, though others still tried from time to time and I couldn’t blame them. On paper, Will still looked like the perfect guy. He owned this big house, which he inherited, he had a good-paying job that he could do mostly from home and he took care of himself. That tight body sure took some effort to maintain. Nobody could tell that there was something wrong with him. I know there were girls that could get over troubles in the bedroom, but I wasn’t one of them.

I shook off my dress and stood in front of a mirror. I was fucking gorgeous. Some might say my figure was too full, but there was just enough fat to emphasize my hips, ass and boobs. Sure, I could lose few pounds, but that would mean my breasts getting smaller and I liked them this way. And the guys at work sure liked them too. I caught them staring every time I dressed like today. Which I did a lot lately.

I just needed to see someone really interested in me when I wasn’t getting enough attention at home. Like that Phil guy from ing—when I bent over and showed him my cleavage, he was ready to do anything for me. I traced my curves slowly and watched the reflection do just the same. Yeah, I was definitely fuckable and the fact that Will couldn’t perform would be a dealbreaker normally. But then this therapy came along and I thought of it as a last chance. Though I never expected it to work this slowly. I had grown pretty irritated about the progress, but luckily, I’ve found my own way to deal with the impatience and my angry feelings. Or, rather the therapist found the way to deal with them. Turned out that Danielle really knew her shit and if her recording could help me to survive few weeks, I was sure to get Will in bed. Finally. He was already halfway there. Just a little more time and he would finally be the perfect guy. My perfect guy.

I sighed, took off my underwear and slipped into something more comfortable. Since it looked like Will would be otherwise occupied for a few more hours, I had to find a way to calm down, otherwise today would end very badly. And I knew just the right thing—I lay down in my room and started the metronome. It began as always, with just the soft, rhythmic clicking as the metronome moved back and forth, back and forth, slowly clicking my worries away before it was ed by a soft melody, which I already kind of got used to. Just hearing it made me sigh and I slowly stopped thinking about the things that angered me and moved to hopeful thoughts instead. It wasn’t a conscious process at all; it just happened naturally and everything felt better. Only then did the voice come in—the voice I trusted more than anyone else, my own voice, assuring me that everything would work out in the end.

“You need to stay calm.”

I recorded those words for Will, but they applied to me as well. I just needed to keep my shit together for a little while longer and I would get everything I wanted.

“You need to trust the process.”

I had already seen the results and I knew the therapy was slowly progressing towards our goal. I shouldn’t rush or push too hard on Will. I needed to trust in this thing working exactly as Danielle assured me it would. The same way this recording worked for me. I needed to believe that it would fix Will’s problem just like it calmed my nerves every time. I used to doubt its effectiveness, but it was like waving a magic wand.

“You have to be patient.”

Since we began this therapy, every time I slowed down and stopped pushing, everything ended up being better. It made sense to stop rushing and wait for a little while. Waiting made sense.

“This voice is here to help you.”

Of course it was. Those were my own words and my own voice was speaking. Who would be better suited to help me? Just hearing myself speak made me feel safe and like I had everything under control.

The recording continued as usual, with more of my own soothing words and I was just slowly floating on the waves of relaxation. It always ended up this way—all the pent-up anger and frustration went away and I was just calm and at peace. This was usually the place when the file neared its finish, but for some reason it felt longer today, like there was more to be said and more to be heard. But then again, time felt weirdly stretched when I relaxed like this and there was only one file, so it always had to be this long, right?

“You need to stay calm.”

My words came back and instead of slowly waking up, I continued listening. There was no need to get up anyway and I could just relax here.

“You need to trust the process.”

That was it. Just going along with this thing and trusting whatever it brought me. I didn’t want to worry or be angry.

“You have to be patient.”

Yeah, just wait a little more and everything would end up going my way.

“This voice is here to help you.”

Of course it was, my own voice would always soothe me the most.

“This voice belongs to your friend.”

I ed the line from the time I recorded it for Will, but I couldn’t recall ever hearing it in this file. But it was the truth all the same. Of course it was the voice of my friend, it was me.

“You want to listen to the voice of your friend.”

I didn’t hearing this one either, but maybe I just dozed off before. I already felt so serene, as if there were nothing else but the music and my voice. And I wanted to listen to my own voice. The recording went along and repeated those things a few more times. I was barely even aware of it because I was mostly asleep at that point. It was just too relaxing and easy to kick back and forget about everything else.

“This melody will always calm you down.”

I didn’t even recording these words. They sounded more like one of Will’s mantras, but they were also stating the obvious. Once the metronome started playing the song, my worries began fading automatically.

“This melody will always make you feel safe.”

This was my room, inside my house with a ticking of the metronome reminding me of my father’s office and I couldn’t imagine any place more comforting than this. The recording just enhanced all those feelings.

“Hearing this melody will always make you more receptive and agreeable.”

That was a little weird thing to have in the mix, but it didn’t bother me that much. Of course, I wanted to be receptive—this file was supposed to help me and I wanted it to work.

“You’ll always want to return to this melody, because it makes you feel great.”

It did. I still wasn’t sure how this whole thing worked, but it didn’t matter. Right now, I was perfectly satisfied just lying there, listening to the music and slowly drifting off to sleep while the recording played in the background and my own voice kept reassuring me that everything would be just fine.

I couldn’t very well start with anything too radical for Katherine, because I couldn’t risk tipping her off even a little. So I went with the safest solution and I borrowed the affirmation the therapist used for William and made just a few modifications here and there. Even if something went wrong, all of it sounded just like things she recorded for William, though slightly modified. The first step of my plan was just making sure she returned to her file regularly and felt great while listening to it. If the habit took, then I would try and move forward with something more interesting. This was another thing I never expected to happen.

That bitch Katherine was always acting like she was way better than me. Why was that? Because she was blonde and had big boobs? Even back then when she started dating Will, she was already acting like the queen bitch and parading him around as if she deserved to have him by some divine right. I hated her so much and wanted to punch that feigned innocent expression of hers. But this, this was much better than physical violence. I had the chance to screw with her mind and that was the best revenge ever. And if I imagined my conditioning of Will as fucking his mind like a pussy, in Katherine’s case I would bend her over and fuck her in the ass. Hard and without any lube. Just thinking about that made me a little excited. This conditioning thing I got access to made me feel powerful and I hoped she would get back to the modified file frequently, so I could replace it with something more devious soon.

There wasn’t a good way to follow the progress of these procedures live unfortunately and I was still wary of visiting Will too often for now, but I could still rely on his daily reporting. And speaking of Will, I pulled out my phone and played the video I took.

“I worship you and I’ll obey your every order, Iris,” his voice sounded loud and clear and it sent shivers down my spine.

The sound was good, but the video image was simply amazing. Will kneeling on the ground, legs spread, showing his erect dick and repeating those words for me like a mantra. At first glance it looked like I already had him where I wanted, but that wasn’t true. This was a result of a couple of different suggestions coming together, but it would still fall apart the moment I tried to touch him. I could see it in his eyes—he was doing it all because he thought that was what he was supposed to do, but he didn’t understand most of what was happening and the illusion could be broken if I moved too fast. And I waited years to have Will, so I would be damned if I screwed it up while being this close. Still, having him naked on his knees was a pretty big step from the moment he didn’t even want to talk with me a couple of months back.

I just had to lock it all in and there were several fronts I needed to attack. My first move was already in place. While I modified the file meant for Katherine only slightly, I had made some pretty interesting upgrades to Will’s night conditioning and I couldn’t wait to see the results. Till I prepared the file for Katherine, I never thought about the option of using AI to mimic her voice, but once it struck me, the possibilities were endless and I was pretty proud of my work. I was already getting the hang of this way better than I expected, though it took me weeks of effort to produce quality stuff. But it was all worth it. I would probably still need to wait for the new recording to take effect, but it was all going to start today.

I ended up working really late today again. It was only natural, because of Iris’ visit, but Kathy wasn’t happy when she arrived and for a second, I thought she would throw a fit. But then she just sighed and went away. Lately, she was getting better with reigning her emotions in. I kept working after that, not really thinking about time and was surprised that I didn’t find her in our bed after I emerged from the shower. I was even more surprised to find her dozing off in her room on a sofa. That was pretty unusual for her, but I shrugged, picked her up very carefully and carried her into our bedroom. She stirred a little, but never woke up and just continued sleeping like a baby. Her day was probably also incredible tiring, and I made a mental note to ask her about it tomorrow.

I paused, letting myself think back about how exhausting today was for me. The work piled up and by the time I finished, it was already dark outside. But that was due to the morning visit from Iris. There was something bothering me about how it went, but I couldn’t put my finger on what it was. I ed how her face lit up when she received my gifts and that felt like a something I’d want to do again. There was something immensely satisfying in the way I was able to impress her with my gift-giving skills. But then she stripped her clothes to try the dress on and everything else was forgotten at that moment.

She looked so amazing in that sheer underwear that I almost lost it. There was something unsettling about getting that aroused around my friend, but luckily, she didn’t seem to mind at all. I perfectly understood her request for me making the situation equal, because at that moment it really had to feel unfair. But once I was completely naked in front of her, something felt just a little off. It was probably because I was unable to hide my erection though. Iris was always attractive, but I never had this wild and strong reaction to looking at her body. But I never saw her in something as sexy as this, so that was probably it. And I was unsure if she worked out or something, but her figure was just amazing and I couldn’t peel my eyes off it.

And then she took those pictures of me, which also seemed fair. I already had some of hers on my phone, so it made sense to provide something like that for her as well. I just wished I was better at posing the way she wanted me to. Luckily, she was happy to order me around and tell me what I was supposed to do exactly. Especially with that last pose when she made me repeat those words again and again, so I would be in the proper mindset for the photo. She looked really happy with the result in the end and that made me glad I did everything right. Even now thinking back to it everything felt like a perfectly natural thing to do. I couldn’t really say why I was unsettled by our meeting. Maybe the uneasiness was just due to all that exhaustion, so I shrugged it all off and got ready for bed.

Putting on my earphones and hitting play on the night file was an automatic activity for me and it took just a few tones of the soothing melody to chase all my worries away. It was the best thing in the world—I just stopped thinking and let the words flow inside my mind. I was already so used to them, that those first lines were more like unalterable principles that had always been in my life. There used to be the therapist’s voice in these files in the beginning but that was a long time ago. Now only Kathy and Iris remained, always being there with their helpful suggestions, always ing me. I vaguely ed Kathy being the one saying her lines first, but it must’ve changed some time ago, because now it was the other way around.

“You want to listen to the voices of your friends,” Iris stated calmly and it was exactly the thing I was there for—listening to the voices made everything better.

“You want to listen to the voices of your friends,” Kathy repeated after her. Clearly making sure I got the message. But she didn’t need to bother. I already knew that was what I wanted.

“You will trust the voices of your friends,” Iris put even more emphasis on those words and her voice demanded respect. And what she told me was just in line with everything I already firmly believed in.

“You will trust the voices of your friends,” Kathy repeated again, making sure Iris’ words had that much bigger impact.

“You’ll always trust the things I tell you,” Iris added firmly.

“You’ll always trust the things she tells you,” Kathy said after her.

It was like the whole dynamic of these files changed in that moment and while Iris became the main focus, Kathy was there to her. I wasn’t sure why that was, but there had to be reason. Then again, I wasn’t there to question things. Just to listen and absorb what was being said and I trusted my friends to tell me whatever was best for me. I was already way too relaxed to even be bothered by the change anyway and the next sentence was already coming.

“My voice makes you receptive and agreeable,” Iris said, her tone still confident and commanding.

“Her voice makes you receptive and agreeable,” added Kathy.

This was something I already felt quite strongly about—when Iris started talking, I automatically paid attention to her words and I soon found out I was in agreement with whatever she told me. But hearing my fiancée endorsing her put even more importance into this dynamic. It was clearly important for her that I become even more open to the things Iris told me.

“You want to do this, it is for your own benefit,” Iris affirmed what I already knew.

“You want to do this, it is for your own benefit,” Kathy repeated plainly.

Yeah. That was it. Everything I was doing here was good, was for me and I wanted to go along. And my friends were here to me.

“You will always find my voice exciting and arousing,” Iris said ionately.

“You will always find her voice exciting and arousing,” Kathy added, much more plainly.

The difference couldn’t be starker. Just hearing Iris talk like that sent exciting shiver through my body and Kathy was there just to emphasize that and to the importance of Iris’ voice.

“The sound of my voice will always remind you of how sexy and attractive I am,” Iris continued, seductively.

“The sound of her voice will always remind you of how sexy and attractive she is,” Kathy affirmed.

And it worked. The images of Iris’ body kept popping up in my mind and I couldn’t deny the incredible attraction I felt towards her.

“When we are together, you just need to focus on how attractive I am and how arousing you find me.”

“When you are together, you just need to focus on how attractive she is and how arousing you find her.”

While Iris’ words were becoming sweet and syrupy and like something I would love to listen to forever, Kathy’s repetitions were plainer and more robotic than ever before. Like she was there only to bring all the attention to Iris and it worked like a charm. Suddenly I was only focused on my friend and my fiancée grew less important.

“Just thinking about me will make you excited,” Iris said softly.

“Just thinking about her will make you excited,” Kathy said without any emotion in her voice.

And it was true again. Thinking about Iris was getting was making me all hot and hard, and just ing her photos made my heart beat faster.

“Being alone with me will always trigger your feeling of arousal.”

“Being alone with her will always trigger your feeling of arousal.”

I was reminded of my raging erection in front of Iris just this morning. Yeah, she was incredibly arousing and I was glad Kathy agreed with that.

“I am beautiful, I am sexy, I am desirable and you don’t want to resist that.”

“She is beautiful, she is sexy, she is desirable and you don’t want to resist that.”

I tried to hold back around Iris, because? I was too out of it to think of a reason, but it seemed like there was no need for that. Even my fiancée urged me to let go of these inhibitions.

“Wanting to sleep with me is just your natural reaction.”

“Wanting to sleep with her is just your natural reaction.”

There was something unusual about my fiancée urging me to think about sleeping with other girls, but I wasn’t here to question things, only to be open and receptive. There was no time to think about it and no reason to do so. I just absorbed the words.

“There is no shame in that arousal. No reason to feel worried about any of this,” Iris assured me playfully.

“There is no shame in that arousal. No reason to feel worried about any of this,” Kathy repeated those words again matter-of-factly.

The feeling of unease I felt just a second ago faded and I felt grateful for their words. My friends were here to dispel my stupid fears so I could do what I was supposed to do in a first place.

“You find me sexy and there is no reason to deny that. Just let yourself be aroused by my body.”

“You find her sexy and there is no reason to deny that. Just let yourself be aroused by her body.”

Yes. Iris was so incredibly hot and the freedom of being able to enjoy that arousal was incredibly appealing. I vaguely ed thinking about her hot body being a problem, but I must’ve just constructed that in my mind. There was no reason to hold back.

“Nothing will stop you from being aroused by me. No doubts, worries, prejudices or social standards.”

“Nothing will stop you from being aroused by her. No doubts, worries, prejudices or social standards.”

I didn’t want to be stopped and I didn’t want to be even slowed down. I kept thinking about Iris in her underwear and wondered when I would be able to see her again like that.

“You can’t resist this, you don’t want to resist this and you’ll never be able to resist this,” Iris said, the commanding tone returning to her voice.

“You can’t resist this, you don’t want to resist this and you’ll never be able to resist this,” Kathy repeated after her.

The picture of my semi-naked friend was still in the forefront of my mind and there wasn’t anything in the entire world I would want to resist less at that time. But even if I wanted, it wouldn’t have mattered anyway. This deep into the relaxation, the only thing I was able to do, was to listen and absorb whatever I was told.

“This attraction will grow stronger with each repetition. You’ll feel happy and horny around me and you won’t find anything unsettling about it. It is a perfectly normal sensation and it won’t trigger any of your worries.”

“This attraction will grow stronger with each repetition. You’ll feel happy and horny around her and you won’t find anything unsettling about it. It is a perfectly normal sensation and it won’t trigger any of your worries.”

Kathy’s voice sounded like a shade of herself by now, just there to reaffirm anything Iris said, but it was enough. The two most important friends in my life were telling me what to do and I had to listen.

“You want to please me, you want to fuck me and you want to always make me happy.”

“You want to please her, you want to fuck her and you want to always make her happy.”

As my fiancée repeated those words, something stirred deep inside of me. There were these new desires taking control and I opened my mind to them without any resistance. I just needed to get closer to Iris. Closer than ever before...