"Kneel, Bitch!" Mark spat, closing the door behind me.
As I sank to my knees, I thought back to how this all started. Believe it or not, I looked nothing like this just three days ago. In fact, I had just broken up with my girlfriend of four years. I won't go into the details, but suffice to say we weren't right for each other.
Less than an hour after I ended things with Charlotte, I wasn't surprised that her brother called me. Mark was super overprotective of her and, when he wasn't working as a civil servant, he would constantly be checking in on her. As much as I didn't want to deal with his shit, I figured it was the right thing to do to answer the phone.
"Hello Mark! Before you shout at me, let me explain!" I answered. "Charlotte probably told you we were having a bit of a rough patch."
"That's not exactly what she said to me. What she said was that she thought you were seeing someone else behind her back." Mark replied coldly.
I sighed deeply. Mark always seemed to know when I was lying, so there was no point trying now. "Well technically that was true, but it's more complicated than that, I swear!"
"I didn't call you to argue... I called you because it was the easiest way to expose you to the low frequency sound waves you've been hearing since you answered your phone." Mark explained. "I bet you want to hang up on me right now, but you can't. You can't help but hear me out, because your mind is now mine! Now listen closely..."
He proceeded to list instructions to me. The more I listened to him, the more sleepy I felt, until I seemed to have blacked out entirely. I remember bright lights and flashes of images, but when I try and think about what those images were I draw a blank. All I know for sure is that Mark is no civil servant. He was some crackpot inventor who somehow managed to turn me into this blonde bombshell.
"Good girl." Mark smirked, bringing me back to the present situation I was in. As I heard his words, I felt a warm rush of pleasure in between my legs. "Well I'd say this has been a success, wouldn't you?"
"Are you crazy!? This is so fucked up!" I shouted, finally able to speak my mind, until Mark held up his finger and I was silenced once more.
"It doesn't matter what you think... Regardless of your feelings, the process was a full success!" Mark nodded. "Not only does your new form look nothing like your old self, but you're behaving yourself! Clearly the submission signal is strong enough to keep you in check."
He moved closer, studying my body up and down. I wanted to beat the shit out of him, but I couldn't even wipe the complacent smile off my face. He looked me in the eyes and I found myself looking away. Was I scared of him? Or maybe this was out of submission. It didn't really matter, especially as he lifted my chin and forced me to meet his gaze.
"Are the subliminal commands working?" Mark asked.
"I-I don't..." I stammered.
"What a stupid question for me to ask you!" Mark chuckled to himself. "The whole point is that you don't realise the command phrase triggers anything!"
He moved away from me, sitting on a chair across the room. The thought of running away entered my head, but was swiftly met with jolt of pain behind my eyes. Mark noticed this and made a note on his phone, before turning his attention back to me.
"You really deserve this, you know? After stripping Charlotte of any shred of self confidence!" Mark smirked. "Do you have any idea how much you hurt her?"
"I didn't mean to hurt her. It all happened so fast. One minute I'm talking to this chick at the bar and the next she's back at my place." I sighed. "I felt so bad about it afterwards. Charlotte wasn't very sexually active and I had needs, but I still loved her and cared about her."
"So you decided to keep cheating on her, but keeping it a secret." Mark added.
I looked down, ashamed of myself, only to see that my jacket, skirt, and black top were on the floor, leaving me in my bright red underwear.
My hands were pulling down my panties, as I wiggled my hips.
"What the!?" I gasped.
"I know right? You're really giving me mixed signals here." Mark laughed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me!"
"But... I wasn't- I didn't!" I stammered once again. "Why did I..."
"Try not to think about it." Mark replied. "So back to your story... This other woman... Did you two do it in your bed? Her bed? Charlotte's bed!?"
"No of course not! I would never do that!" I assured. "That would've been a sure fire way of getting caught! Why am I being so honest!?"
"Well let's face it. You couldn't lie to me anyway, could you?" Mark winked, before slapping my ass as I walked upstairs. "Now that you're my submissive little project, you can't even imagine telling me a lie. Watch... Do you feel sorry for lying to my sister?"
"No. I feel sorry that I got caught." I replied, before covering my mouth in shock. "That sounded really bad, didn't it?"
Mark just lay back on the bed. He didn't need to give me an answer, because I knew well enough that what I did was awful. As I joined him on the bed, the silence in the room grew long and awkward. Why did he even take me up here? Or... wait... I led the way!
"So what did you bring me up here for?" Mark asked.
"I-I don't know..." I replied slowly. "It's not even seven yet..."
"Well the bedroom isn't just for sleeping..." Mark laughed. "But I won't make you do anything you don't want."
"What? You think I wanted to be a chick?" I laughed.
"You can't say you don't like your new body." Mark retorted. "I did a good job on you. I mean look at me! I have never stepped foot in a gym, yet I have this body."
He took off his shirt and threw it across the room. I had to admit, it was impressive. Mark used to have weight problems, but now that I think about it, it was like he went from tubby to hottie overnight! God. Did I really just think 'hottie'?
"Don't you like those tits I gave you?" Mark teased.
"They're good. But that doesn't mean I want them on my chest!" I sighed, unclasping my bra. "I mean look at them! I'm supposed to be a man!"
"It must suck... but you deserve a bit of humility to balance out your cockiness." Mark sighed. "And don't act like you haven't been enjoying your body. I heard you when you were in the shower last night."
"Okay! Okay! So I touched myself in the shower." I admitted. "That doesn't mean that I li-mmmphh!"
As I wrapped my lips around Mark's cock, I thought about how it felt last night in the shower. No matter what I did, I couldn't hit that climax that I was desperate to reach. It didn't matter whether I thought of Charlotte, Amy, or even pictured my favourite late-night video, I couldn't satisfy myself.
"You kind of trailed off mid-sentence there, but I see your point." Mark groaned. "Any red-blooded man would explore their body if they were transformed into a woman... It doesn't make you gay. I mean, fuck! It's not like you wanted to be a woman!"
"Mmmmhmmm! Mmmph mmm mmmph mm mmm!" I replied.
In hindsight, Mark would have a better time understanding me if I wasn't sucking his... Wait! What!? Why was I sucking his cock!? God I think I might puke! Pulling back off of Mark's cock, I gag and scrape my tongue with my nails. Meanwhile Mark is laughing his ass off.
"I thought you'd almost given in completely!" He chuckled.
"What the fuck!?" I gasped, clutching myself and trying in vain to cover my exposed body.
"Don't worry. It's just your mind fighting against the conditioning." Mark replied with a smile. "I pushed a bit too hard, too soon."
"I thought you said you wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want!" I snapped.
"Well in my defence, I didn't make you do anything! You stripped for me, led me to the bedroom, showed me your tits, and sucked my cock... all without me even asking you to!" He smirked.
Looking back, he was right. He never told me to do anything. I just did it! But that wasn't me, that was the fucked up conditioning he put me through! Why else would I wrap my lips around his... It's the conditioning that made me do it, just like it's the conditioning that's making me feel so empty between my legs!
"You're fucking with my mind and this has gone far enough, Mark!" I grumbled, failing at my attempt to be intimidating. "Now change me back, you piece of shit!"
Mark sighed heavily, running his hand through his hair and resting on the back of his neck. He looked at me and I could see the sadness in his eyes. It almost made me feel bad for him. And holy fuck! I can't take this anymore! As Mark looked away from me, I slipped my hand between my legs and began fingering myself.
"I really thought this conditioning worked this time..." Mark sighed. "We were so close to making you oblivious to the mind alterations! You were seconds away from begging to be fucked!"
"Wait. What do you mean 'this time'?" I asked, still playing with myself.
"You think it's only been three days since the break-up..." Mark said slowly. "But this is the twenty-sixth attempt at my experiment! You've been here for two months!"
He didn't seem to notice, or maybe he just didn't care, that I was fingering myself. I had certainly given up on being subtle about it. I still couldn't work out what was missing! It certainly wasn't making it any easier for me that Mark's cock was inches away from me as I played with myself.
Suddenly I felt a spark, as if the final piece of a puzzle had fallen in place in my head. I could remember the video he had me watch half way through my conditioning... It was a slideshow of images of Charlotte, myself, Mark... and there was something else... Phrases accompanying flashes of other images... It was like recalling a dream in that moment before you completely forget it.
"Hey! Snap out of it!" Mark shouted. "It didn't work. I'm just gonna have to try again and..."
He trailed off and I didn't know why straight away. But then I felt the warmth in my hand and realised I was stroking his cock as I continued to pleasure myself. My breathing was suddenly a lot heavier. Mark was just as shocked as I was, frozen in place with confusion. He was hard with just a few strokes, but I wasn't done.
"I don't know why I'm doing this." I admitted. "I just..."
"You just what?" Mark asked, a smile spreading across his face.
"I want you to fuck me!" I answered. "I need it! I need it bad!!"
That was all he needed from me. My face went almost as red as my panties, but he ripped them off me before a real comparison could be made. I found myself spreading my legs for another man, unsure as to why I was doing it, but desperate to have him inside of me.
He wasn't content with simply fucking me. He needed to tease me further by going as slowly as he possibly could. Inch by inch, I felt him slide inside of me and hit areas I didn't even know I had. It was already ten times better than anything I had achieved myself and he wasn't even started.
"Please! P-Please!" I begged.
"Please what?" Mark asked, stopping completely which drove me crazy.
"Fuck me!" I moaned loudly. "Fuck my brains out and make me your slut!"
With that. he pulled out of me almost as slowly as he entered me. But before he was all the way out of me he slammed back in, causing me to gasp and moan at the same time. I hated myself for what I just said, but that paled in comparison to how good it felt to have his cock inside me.
"Twenty six attempts and all it takes is to wait a bit after you break through the conditioning!" Mark grunted. "Or maybe it was the amount of subliminal phrases I used?"
"If you're gonna keep talking, then I'm gonna have to be on top!" I giggled, hopping up and dragging him onto the bed.
In one quick motion, I mounted him and began bouncing up and down on his cock. I felt both ashamed and free! I knew that what I was doing went against the man I used to be, but I could feel that climax that I was always struggling to reach finally drawing near.
"What are you?" Mark asked, a wide smirk on his face. "I want to hear you embrace who you are."
I didn't understand what he meant, but then I remembered the video. Scattered randomly through the video were images of naked men. In bold, big letters were the words submit.... sex.... slut! It was true, I had given in and embraced the conditioning. Even knowing what he did to me did nothing to bring back my old self. He was gone forever now!
"I'm a slut!" I declared, seconds before finally feeling that explosion of pleasure I was so desperate to chase.
"That's right! You were a slut as a guy and now you're a slut as a woman!" Mark laughed. "Look at you, cumming your brains out on a man's cock. Moaning loud enough for the whole neighbourhood to hear you! You don't even care that you're nothing but a cock slut now, do you?"
"Of course not!" I moaned, slightly dizzy from the intense pleasure that wracked through my body.
"Good! Because I have a parting gift for you before you go out into your new life." Mark groaned, pushing me off of him and guiding me onto my knees.
It should have been mortifying for me to have a man cum on my face like that. But it was thrilling! I didn't even mind the taste. In fact, I liked it! And I was done with feeling conflicted about it.
"Mmmmmm that was yummy!" I giggled. "We should do it again sometime!"
"Are you kidding? I have much better things to do now that this side project is finally finished!" Mark laughed, putting his clothes back on. "Now get out of my house before I call the police! And good luck finding any work besides stripping or walking the streets. Miss Ashley Adams has no prior work experience and got arrested for public indecency... multiple times."
He tossed a driver's license at me and the picture was of me. Clearly making a fake identity was nothing compared to making a man into a slutty blonde. His final act of revenge was ensuring I couldn't get any respectable work, but that didn't matter. The other work was much more fun anyway!
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