Assume the Position
by GlassO
David weighed the ethical implications of conditioning Monica. Though not for very long.
After all, he reasoned, hypnosis can’t make the subject do something they don’t want to do, ergo, Monica presenting her ass to him, ready to receive his cock whenever she heard the phrase, “Assume the position” was something she wanted to do. Deep down.
After all, didn’t it satisfy that submissive streak that ran through Monica? She pillow talked about her fantasies about submissiveness. Giving in to a dominant man (or woman apparently!) and letting them have their way with her was such a turn on. As David encouraged her to discuss this fantasy he could see her eyes getting glassy, her breathing getting shallow as she got lost in these thoughts. He took advantage of her arousal and began her conditioning around one of these conversations.
“Assume the position” he said with intense seriousness as he gazed deep into her eyes. He rolled her onto her stomach and gripped her hips firmly, pulling her ass over his thighs as he knelt behind her. Such a lovely ass too. Plump and round. Wonderfully soft and jiggly. He gave it a sharp slap and she gasped. He plunged two fingers into her pussy and they met no resistance. Just wet slickness. He fingered her rapidly, her moans turned him on immensely and he replaced his fingers with his cock. He gripped her hips tightly as he thrust himself into her roughly. She was baying now as she came. He knew he was not going to last very long. He removed his hands from her hips and took her wrists, and roughly held them behind her back, pushing her face into the pillow and her breasts into bed. This act of helplessness, of complete submission, pushed her over the edge again and she came hard, bucking against him. He could last no longer against this erotic onslaught and he came in her again.
“Good girl,” he panted as he collapsed on top of her. “You’re my good girl.”
This was the pattern he put her through for a week. Sometimes he’d utter the phrase while they were fucking and they would change positions. Other times she’d be blowing him, he would say it and she would automatically stop and bend over. Each time, he noted, it became more and more automatic. A conditioned response. He didn’t have to guide her. She would naturally bend over something and expose herself to him. And when she came, he would always reward her by telling her she was a “good girl.”
David began to test the limits of this trigger. One evening they were having a study session. She was engrossed with her books at the desk while he sat in the easy chair with his book. Monica was capable of intense focus. It made her a good student. It also made her terribly susceptible to suggestions.
David came up behind her and began kissing the back of her neck.
“Studying now. Later.” she raised a hand to ward him away.
David got in close and whispered in her ear.
“Assume the position.” And then he sat back down. David watched her struggle.
She froze in place for a moment. She arched her back and she balled her hands into fists, determined to not let the erotic thoughts overwhelm her. She tried to return to her book. Tried. But it was too late. She could not regain her focus. She began to squirm as she became wet with unwanted desire.
Finally she gave in. She stood up and pulled down her pajama bottoms and leaned over the desk.
“Goddamit” she muttered.
David smiled broadly.
“Good girl,” he said and watched her shudder at hearing the words that’d he’d been associating with her orgasms.
“Such a good girl,” and she shuddered again.
David knelt behind her and began to lick at her hole as he fingered her clit. She came almost immediately and David stood and entered her roughly.
“That’s my good girl...good girl” he said over and over again, eliciting more orgasms from her.
After he came in her, he spun her around and snapped his fingers right in front of her eyes.
“Study and focus now!” He commanded.
She was so stunned by this. So overwhelmed. All she could muster was, “Yes sir.” and she sat back down and resumed her studies, seemingly unaware or not caring that his cum was leaking out of her onto her chair.
David got a tremendous rush from this control over her.
The following evening, David hid on the balcony outside her apartment and spied on her through the window. She was taking a night off from her studies and just relaxing with some TV in the living room. He rang her phone.
“Hey, what’s up?” she answered.
“Assume the position.” he responded and he hung up.
Without hesitation, she stood up, dropped her sweatpants and her panties to the floor and leaned over the couch. One hand braced her and the other made its way between her legs and began rubbing furiously. David could hear her moan.
“I’m a good girl...I’m a good girl...”