I’m an obedient fucktoy for Master. I moaned loudly, staring blankly to the side. I think only of sex. I writhed against the cushions, my fingers buried inside me as they slowly worked my body. I was kept in a constant state of near-orgasm, but I wasn’t pleasuring myself fast enough to draw the ever-near orgasm out. I obey. I rubbed slowly along my inner walls, spreading my lips apart as I rubbed my exposed slit in a slow, gentle, hypnotic rhythm. I obey. My other hand was busy at my breast, my fingers expertly teasing my nipple, pinching it lightly, rubbing and flicking, just keeping me poised on the brink of diving off the edge of the cliff, my toes balanced precariously on the last precipice. I obey. I obey. I obey.

I heard Doctor Whitmore let out a muffled moan. My gaze finally focused in for a moment as I watched her. She was kneeling submissively in front of Master, her hand and lips wrapped tightly around his cock as she desperately tried to cum, her other hand working overtime at her sex.

I obey. I wanted to do something, anything — I wanted to be the one kneeling in front of Master, taking him into my mouth. I wanted to be used by Master, I wanted to be fucking myself in wild abandon as I had the first time he used me. But I had to obey. All I could do was keep myself in an agonizingly horny state.

I was Doctor Whitmore’s new patient, but I was so hot watching her submit for my Master. I remembered Master having Doctor Whitmore service me for a long time, but I hadn’t seen her since then — and seeing her as a complete slave for Master as I was was almost enough to send me over the edge without even touching myself.

I obey. I want to be used. I want Master to use me. I simply stared at my doctor while I continued to keep myself on the verge of sanity, my hands never relenting, never shifting position or speed. I don’t think I’d ever needed to cum so badly. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been there. I was barely even making any noise, either — Master had really put me under this time.

“You will not respond to your own attentions consciously, you will only put yourself further and further under while you watch Doctor Whitmore and I.”

Yes, Master.

“You will masturbate to the brink of orgasm, but you will keep yourself there. You are not allowed to cum until I say.”

Yes, Master.

“All I want you to do is remind yourself of what you want.”

I want to obey. I want you to fuck me silly, Master.

Master suddenly pulled Doctor Whitmore’s mouth off his cock. Not a moment later, he came all over her face and breasts, more than I thought it was possible. Doctor Whitmore moaned and groaned loudly, grinding herself down onto her hand — but I could tell she wasn’t cumming. Master wasn’t done with her, but she seemed even more desperate, even more turned on now that she was covered in the essence that would’ve given her release. A pleasure and a sorrow all at once.

Master looked at me, then to Doctor Whitmore. “Gem, come here.”

It was really a simple change from Jen to Gem, it almost sounded the same — didn’t take me long to respond to it. Of course, I had no idea, nor did I care what my name was. Whatever Master wanted to call me, I’d obey him without question.

I finally stopped teasing myself, soaked to the point that I was dripping my arousal onto the floor, as I quickly moved to obey my Master. “Yes, Master?”

“Lie down. I want you to eat Doctor Whitmore out so that she may cum and get on with her business.”

I nodded obediently, once more lying on my back. I wanted to continue fucking myself, but I got the feeling that I might actually cum if I did it while I was lapping up my doctor’s nectar. And I knew it wouldn’t take long, given how frenzied she’d already worked herself up to be.

Without even a vocal command, Doctor Whitmore straddled my mouth, easing herself down so as not to suffocate me, but to leave me enough room to really penetrate her good and deep.

I wanted to tease her, to just nibble and lick at her clit for awhile, to just slide my tongue up and down slowly, to put her in the same state I was in — but I got the feeling she was close enough, already. I rested my palms against her hips, thrust my tongue up, and buried it deep into her folds.

She elicited a series of delighted moans and coos, urging me on with a desperate desire I’d become all too familiar with. She quickly started to rock against me, using my tongue like a cock, as I filled her as much as I could. I began to purr as I pleasured my doctor, sending vibrations into her, and that was clearly far too much for the ready-to-cum woman.

Letting out a low, “Uhhnn…” that soon turned into an orgasmic scream, she tightened up as she flooded herself into my mouth and onto my face. I eagerly lapped at her sex, becoming highly intoxicated from the taste. My head swam with delight and obedience — I was happy to serve my doctor, but mostly because my Master had asked me to. I was happy to obey Master.

When Doctor Whitmore finally calmed from her orgasm, collapsing on the floor beside me, Master returned me to my state of touching myself. I blanked out, staring up at the ceiling, completely oblivious to my surroundings again as all I could think about was obedience. I obey. I want Master to fuck me silly. Oh, Master, please fuck me…

I don’t know how long he let me sit there, but finally Master brought me back up out of my deep trance, though I was still under his control. I was consciously aware of my surroundings, but my will and my body were still fully surrendered to Master. He sat against the cushions, then had me straddle his cock so I could ride him. I faced away from him, and he reached up around my body to cup my breasts in his palms. I leaned back some, resting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as I eased myself up and down his pole, my lips parted as I uttered silent gasps of pleasure. I started to ride him faster and faster, until I was bouncing against his hips, panting and purring in a haze of lust.

“Cum for me.”

I finally was able to release all the tension I’d been keeping in my body for all that time, letting out a long mewl as I came for what seemed to last an eternity. I pressed hard against his hips so that his cock filled me, squirming against him so that it continued to lightly rub against my insides as I emptied my nectar onto him.

I had decided I liked the verbal cues, so I told him to start using them more often. Although I enjoyed obeying Master, I felt so much more enslaved when I had to do what he told me, instead of instinctively being controlled.

“Get to your knees, on the cushions.”

I moaned loudly, purring, “Yes, Master.”

I shifted myself so that I was kneeling in front of him, and he stood in front of me, erection poised in front of my face. I smiled happily, knowing I was going to be continuing the work Doctor Whitmore had been doing. I had a difficult time feeling more submissive than when I was kneeling in front of Master, my lips wrapped around him in desperation to get him off.

I had to wait for the command, though. I looked up at Master expectantly, waiting for him to order me.

A loud moan escaped my throat as I was told, “Pleasure me.”

“What do you think of being in here, Gem?”

I blinked, glancing up at Roshen. I don’t know if the name meant anything, but it was his new title for when I wasn’t his slave, and for everyone he hadn’t hypnotized yet. “What do you mean?”

He held me, curled up in his lap, in that affectionate way that I had grown used to and had come to find it difficult to live without for very long. “Haven’t you ever thought about leaving?”

I giggled, purring loudly as I snuggled up against him. “For the things you do to me, not in the slightest.”

He sighed softly. “I know, Gem. But that’s just it. I could do all those things to you in the outside world, outside of the lab. I don’t think I want to spend the rest of my life in here being some little experiment for the doctors.”

I considered it for a moment. I’d never really been bothered by the thought of being used by him, so it made sense that I wouldn’t be bothered by the thought of being used by the doctors, either. Of course, they brought me in for hypnotic sessions once a week, and I adored those. I had rapidly become a slut to hypnosis, even if it wasn’t sexual in nature. Just the sense of obedience and the complete and utter absence of will turned me on immensely.

“Why not? I like it here…”

“But you must feel trapped sometimes.”

I shook my head slowly. “I haven’t been here all that long, you know.” Something felt odd with the statement, like I’d actually been here for quite awhile, but I had only been recently transferred in as an experimental subject for mind-control testing.

He studied me for a moment, like he heard the wariness in my words, but he just nodded. “… I know.”

I lifted my head up, looking up at him for a moment. “… You want to leave?”

Letting out another long sigh, he nodded some. “If I escape, will you come with me?”

I pondered that, as well. I loved being in the laboratory, I loved the constant hypnosis, I loved that most of the time I spent in a trance, happily pleasuring whatever whim my master had for the day. Or, more accurately, for the hour. But, then, if he left and I was just here on my own, I wondered if I’d really enjoy it as much as I did already. I had to consider how much of the enjoyment was the hypnosis and how much was the hypnosis induced by him. “… I don’t know.”

“I could always make you come with me, you know.”

I juiced at a thought. I pictured myself blankly following my master out of the lab, not even aware of what I was doing, just following because I was an obedient fucktoy that didn’t need to be left behind. “… That might be fun.”

He chuckled softly. “I was trying to be serious, Gem.”

I looked up at him. “So was I.”