John sat at the new desk in the legal department. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard as he finished configuring the company laptop for the latest new starter intern. The office soundtrack played softly with the distant sounds of printers and quiet conversations by water coolers. Rebecca stood a few feet away, watching him with a polite smile. At twenty-four years old, she already carried herself with fake confidence, professional on the outside but nerves stirring in her stomach. Her dark hair fell in a tidy ponytail that brushed her shoulders. Big brown eyes followed every tap on the keys of her soon to be work laptop. A professional fitted blouse hugged her petite frame and hinted at soft curves beneath the fabric. A slim skirt completed the look. She looked every bit the professional intern, yet something about her slightly innocent charm made John's pulse quicken.

He glanced up and cleared his throat. "Almost done here. Just a few more updates and security patches. Your machine should run perfectly after this."

"Thanks so much," she replied. Her voice sounded bright and friendly. "I really appreciate you coming by on short notice. First day scaries and all that."

John nodded and kept his expression neutral. Inside his mind raced with indecent ideas. God, she is perfect. Cute face. Breathtaking eyes. Sculpted body; she was exactly his type. A part of him wanted to test the app right now. He and his old university roommate had built a hypnosis app for fun. It combined subtle screen patterns, binaural audio tracks, and layered suggestions to guide a person into deep subconscious sleep. Once under, thoughts could be shaped slowly and carefully. No one would know. You could even ensure the one being hypnotised would have no earthly idea anything had even happened, but neither he nor his roommate used it for anything other than party tricks to this point.

After battling his better judgement, John installed the app on her computer. A small icon appeared on the desktop labelled "FocusFlow." Only he knew its true purpose; anybody else would just presume it was some random standard IT application. The app could be activated remotely giving John access to the laptop's webcam, speakers and screen. It would ease the target into a relaxed state where suggestions sank deep to break internal resistance.

"Alright, Rebecca. Everything is set. Before I head out, do you want me to run a quick system check while I have some time? It helps calibrate the screen and audio for your setup."

She hesitated for a second, then pulled up the chair beside him. "Sure! That sounds helpful! I wouldn't want to be bothering you again right away aha."

John opened the disguised app window. At first it looked like a standard calibration screen with barriers around each side before gradually showing gentle swirling patterns shifting colours between soft ambient tones. “Just put on these headphones for a minute. Relax and stare at the centre of the screen. This takes about five minutes, and it will make everything feel smoother for your daily work."

Rebecca slipped the headphones over her ears. She leaned back slightly. Her shoulders eased as the first low frequency tones began to play. The screen pulsed in slow rhythms, causing a state of calm to lower her heart rate and quiet the mind.

John kept his voice calm and even. "Good. Just breathe normally. Let your thoughts drift a little. You are safe here. You feel comfortable trusting my voice..."

She blinked once, then her gaze softened, almost dreamy. Just on the edge of deep relaxation where seeds could begin to be planted without alarm. He continued in the same steady tone. "Repeat after me quietly so your mind starts to accept it. I feel open and relaxed." He knew what the app could be capable of, but this was his first time attempting something so brazen so he had to hold his nerves.

Rebecca murmured the words back. "I feel open and relaxed..."

"Again. Let it settle in, like this thought is coming from your own mind."

"I feel open and relaxed..."

Her voice grew softer each time. The patterns on screen deepened the effect. John watched her closely. Her breathing slowed. A faint flush colored her cheeks. He kept the suggestions mild for now. Nothing direct about desires or submission. The moment their eyes met, he desired to craft her into his ideal type, but he knew better than to rush something like this.

"Very good. You are doing great. One more phrase. I feel calm and willing to listen to helpful guidance."

She repeated it without pause. "I feel calm and willing to listen to helpful guidance."

John smiled to himself. The first threads were in place. Simple. Acceptable. Nothing that could jolt her suddenly awake or raise suspicion that something was off. He let the session run its full length then gently closed the window. Rebecca shook her head lightly as the tones faded. She looked a bit dreamy but otherwise normal.

"Perfect. The system is fully optimised now." He stood and gathered his tools. "If you notice any issues, just let me know. I’ll make some time to fine tune it."

She offered a warm smile. "Thanks again, John. I’ll see you about!" She felt a little guilty as the IT stuff must have been boring her as she felt as though she’d dozed off for a moment.

John walked out of the legal department with his heart beating faster, pulsing loud enough he thought Rebecca might even be able to hear it. The image of her relaxed face lingered in his mind. Those soft lips repeating his words. The way her body had loosened in the chair. He was already planning the next steps; this was all too addicting. Using small nudges and repeated phrases to burrow into her subconscious, slow devious steps day by day to craft her into his preferred archetype of a girlfriend, a slutty anal obsessed BDSM lover infatuated with him.

John leaned back in his chair in the IT support room. The monitors around him glowed with lines of code and system dashboards. One window now showed a live feed from Rebecca's laptop camera. She sat at her desk in the legal department typing notes from a morning meeting. The FocusFlow app ran silently in the background on her machine at low opacity at all times. No one else would notice it unless they really started looking, and at that point John could also just remotely deactivate it. He would watch through the webcam, listen via the microphone and could raise or lower the intensity of the hidden audio patterns with just a few clicks.

His plan was flawless, as he didn't even need to be present for the hypnosis to do its job meaning there would be no suspicion of him if her behaviour suddenly changed erratically. No need to visit her in person again. The app would handle everything from here. He kept the intensity low for now. Just enough to maintain that pleasant relaxed edge she had felt during the first session. Nothing that would draw her attention or make her question the faint hum in her headphones.

Rebecca paused to sip her coffee. John watched her shoulders loosen a fraction. Perfect timing. He opened the remote command panel and nudged the app up one level. Soft binaural tones began to flow through her headphones at a volume only she would notice. The screen in front of her displayed the same gentle swirling pattern as before but layered beneath her work documents so it stayed invisible to anyone glancing over.

He spoke quietly into his own microphone. In that same calm, steady voice from earlier. "Rebecca, you are safe and focused at your desk. Everything feels normal. Just breathe and let these helpful thoughts settle in."

She blinked once but kept typing. Her expression remained professional. No alarm. Good.

John continued. "Repeat after me in your mind. I feel calm and open to positive guidance during my workday."

He saw her lips move almost imperceptibly as she echoed the phrase silently. Once. Twice. Three times. Each repetition sank the idea deeper into her subconscious like a thought of her own.

"Again. Let it feel natural. I feel calm and open to positive guidance during my workday."

Her fingers slowed on the keyboard. She repeated it a few more times without realising she was doing so. John kept his tone even. "Very good. You are doing this so well. One more layer now. My body feels more relaxed and receptive when I follow these calm suggestions."

Rebecca's posture eased further into her chair. She mouthed the new words. "My body feels more relaxed and receptive when I follow these calm suggestions." The phrase sounded acceptable. Harmless. Nothing that could suddenly jolt her out of the growing trance.

John scaled the intensity down again after five minutes. He watched her shake her head lightly as the tones faded. She stretched her arms overhead then returned to typing at full speed. A small satisfied sigh escaped her lips. The microphone picked it up clearly.

The following day, John again pulled the live feed from Rebecca's work laptop up onto another monitor. She sat at her desk reviewing case documents her supervisor had left on her desk, headset in place. The FocusFlow app activated, humming along in the background like a natural part of the office soundscape. He clicked the remote panel and raised the intensity two notches. The swirling patterns beneath her documents grew stronger.

"Rebecca," he murmured into the mic, voice steady and calm. "You are safe and focused. Just let these helpful thoughts settle in naturally."

She kept typing, but her shoulders eased.

"Repeat in your mind: My home laptop has been acting up lately. It keeps freezing during simple tasks."

Her lips moved silently. Once. Twice. "My home laptop has been acting up lately. It keeps freezing during simple tasks."

"Again. Let it feel true."

She repeated it three more times, fingers slowing on the keys.

John scaled the audio up slightly. "Good. Next: I’m an intern. I don't have much money right now to waste on repairs, and fixing it myself isn't an option."

Rebecca's brow furrowed for a second, then smoothed. She mouthed the words but added some sections on her own. "I don't have much money right now. I just moved into my place alone, and the intern pay is tight. Fixing it myself isn't an option." She said it again. And again. Each time the phrase sank deeper. Due to her mouthing the phrase rather than repeating it out loud, John didn’t know she’d added her own flair to the hypnotic suggestion.

He kept his tone even as he continued. "Very good. You feel calm considering your options. Now, John from IT fixed my work computer so quickly. Maybe he could look at my personal laptop too. It would be for work reasons since I sometimes use it for files at home."

She repeated it softly under her breath. "John from IT fixed my work computer so maybe if I ask him politely he’d fix my personal laptop as I may need it for work reasons when at home"

John nudged the intensity higher for thirty seconds then eased it back. "Once more. Let it feel completely natural and reasonable."

Rebecca's head tilted slightly. She repeated the full chain four times, each pass more rhythmic than the last. Her breathing stayed even. No resistance.

He planted the final nudge. "I should bring my personal laptop in tomorrow and ask John to take a look. That makes perfect sense."

She echoed it quietly. "I should bring my personal laptop in tomorrow and ask John to take a look. That makes perfect sense." Then again. And again. Five full repetitions until her posture relaxed completely and she nodded once to herself.

John lowered the app back to its baseline level. On screen Rebecca blinked, stretched her neck, and returned to her files as if nothing had changed. But he could see the small note she jotted on a sticky pad beside her keyboard: Laptop for John tomorrow.

The next morning a soft knock sounded on John's office door. He looked up from his screen and blinked in practised surprise. Rebecca stood there holding a slim silver laptop case. She wore a new fitted blouse and skirt. Her ponytail bounced lightly as she shifted on her heels.

"Hey John. Sorry to bother you. My home laptop has been freezing up a lot lately and I know you're probably swamped but any chance you could take a quick look? I use it for some files at home, and the intern pay does not leave much room for repairs. You’d be doing me a massive favour!"

John rubbed the back of his neck and let out a tired chuckle. "Wow. Timing is wild. I am slammed today with three urgent tickets, but you are new here, and it sounds like a simple fix. I can squeeze it in. Leave it with me, and I will get it back to you by the end of the day. Sound good?"

Her face lit up with relief. "Really? You are a lifesaver. Thank you so much. I owe you big time." She set the case on his desk. "I put a note with my number on it just in case any problems arise and you need to contact me asap. I’m seriously grateful."

He waved her off with a casual grin. "No problem at all. Happy to help."

As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, John locked it and opened the case. He plugged in the personal laptop and began the install. The FocusFlow app copied over cleanly in under ten minutes. He tested the remote access tools, then ran a few visible maintenance scans so everything looked legit. Disk cleanup. Driver updates. A quick malware sweep. By late afternoon, the machine ran smoother than new.

He carried it back to the legal department right before five. Rebecca lit up again when he handed it over, and she quickly booted it up to test.

"It is running like a dream now. You are amazing. Thank you thank you!"

John just smiled. "Anytime."

That night Rebecca settled onto her couch in her small apartment. She powered on the laptop and opened a browser. The pages loaded instantly. No more freezing. She let out a happy sigh and kicked off her shoes. "Finally. This feels so much better."

Across town John leaned back in his chair. The dual feeds from her work and personal laptops glowed on his monitors. He raised the app intensity on the home machine to a medium level. The hidden patterns pulsed beneath her screen. Soft tones played through her speakers at a volume only she would notice.

"Rebecca, you feel safe and relaxed at home. Just let these helpful thoughts settle in naturally."

He watched her shoulders loosen as she scrolled through Netflix. Time for the next step. Something fun. Something that would test the limits a little.

"Repeat quietly in your mind: After a long workday it feels good to unwind with something private and pleasurable."

She murmured it out loud once. Then twice. "After a long workday it feels good to unwind with something private and pleasurable."

John kept his voice steady. "Good. Now add this: I want to touch myself while I watch something exciting on the screen."

Rebecca's fingers paused on the trackpad. She frowned slightly. The words did not flow as easily. She repeated them once, but her posture stiffened. "I want to touch myself while I watch something thrilling on the screen." A faint shake of her head followed.

Resistance. Stronger than before. John eased the intensity down a notch and rephrased. "Try this version instead. It feels natural to relax by exploring my own body after a stressful day."

She echoed it three times with some slight natural alterations. Still a tiny crease between her brows, but she kept repeating until the line smoothed out; after all these were her own thoughts now.

He nudged forward again. "Very good. Building on that: Sometimes I like to look at adult videos while I do that. It helps me release tension."

Rebecca's cheeks flushed. She mouthed the suggestion twice then stopped. Her lips pressed together. "Sometimes I like to look at adult videos while I do that. It helps me release tension." The third try came out shaky. She shifted in her seat and glanced around the empty apartment.

John lowered the tones for ten seconds then brought them back. "Let it feel acceptable. Many people unwind this way after work. It is private and harmless."

She repeated the adjusted phrase. "Many people unwind this way after work. It is private and harmless; I'm no different" Four times. Five. Her breathing slowed again.

He layered it deeper. "I feel calm and curious about touching myself to porn tonight. Just to see how it feels."

Rebecca's heart fluttered. She fought it for a full minute, repeating the original resistant version twice before the new one started sticking. "I feel calm. I'm curious about touching myself to porn tonight. Just to see how it feels. It’s normal to unwind in such a way…" She said it again. And again. Each cycle made her thighs press together a little tighter.

John watched the feed closely. Her hand drifted toward her lap then pulled back. He kept the phrases cycling through the app, letting her repeat them until the flush on her cheeks turned from hesitation to something warmer. Slowly the resistance faded as she’d found herself suddenly in the mood. Her lips moved on their own now forming the words without prompting.

By the time the session hit twenty minutes she had accepted the full chain. Her breathing had turned soft and quick. One hand slipped under the waistband of her skirt while the other opened a new tab.

Rebecca sat on her couch with her laptop balanced on her thigh. The apartment was deadly silent. She had opened up a generic porn website and immediately went straight to the for women section. Selecting the first video that seemed appealing it began slow and sensual. Soft lighting on the screen. Gentle caresses. Nothing rushed. Her hand slipped under her panties. She circled slowly, matching the rhythm.

She did not know what had spurred her to do this tonight. But here she was. She wasn’t against masturbating, and sometimes she did it with her own thoughts or to a good romance book. But doing it to porn was new. She must have been really worked up from the long day she thought. The sensations built nicely. A soft moan escaped as she kept going.

She finished with a quiet shudder then closed the tab. A mix of relief and slight embarrassment washed over but she honestly slept better than usual.

Evening arrived once again. Her personal laptop once again powered on to do a little bit of online shopping as John connected remotely and set the FocusFlow app's Intensity to medium.

"Rebecca, you are safe and relaxed at home. Let these helpful thoughts settle in naturally."

"Repeat quietly in your mind: It feels really good to unwind after work by watching something sensual and touching myself."

She was scrolling, but her lips mouthed the words. She repeated it once. Twice. Three times. It felt acceptable. Private. Harmless. She’d done it before.

John kept his voice steady. "Good. Building on that: Watching porn helps me get in the right mood faster and makes everything feel better."

Slight hesitation showed on her face. She repeated a variation in her mind four times until the line smoothed out.

"Very good. It is becoming my favourite way to relax at night. I look forward to it every evening."

Rebecca echoed the full chain. She thought through the phrases again and again. Each repetition made her thighs press together a little tighter. Her breathing slowed, and her hand drifted toward her lap without thinking. Over the next week, the routine became more naturalised; each evening on her home laptop John raised the intensity and guided her through the same core phrases until they felt automatic. At work, he kept the office machine at a low hum, reinforcing the same ideas during her lunch breaks and quiet moments.

"Repeat after me: It feels completely natural to unwind after work by watching something sensual and touching myself."

Rebecca mouthed the words at her desk and again on her couch. By day three, the hesitation had vanished. By day five, she was opening the for women section the moment she changed into her pyjamas. She watched more porn in that single week than in her entire life to this point. The videos stayed slow and sensual. Her hand moved under her clothes without a second thought. She finished each night with a quiet sigh and slept soundly. The habit was hers now.

It was time to direct her sexual inclinations to something more his speed. "Repeat the following: When an anal scene or any anal touching appears in a video, it makes everything feel a little more exciting."

Rebecca froze for a moment as this command came while she was touching herself. Her brow creased. She repeated it once, but her hand slowed. The words felt off. Wrong. She shook her head and went back to the original video. What an odd thought she repeated to herself.

John lowered the intensity for thirty seconds then tried again. "Let it feel natural. When I notice anal play on screen my body responds with a little extra heat."

She echoed it twice. Tightening her jaw. He kept the app running all night, cycling the phrase gently. The next morning at work he picked it up on the office laptop during her first coffee break. Same words. Same calm tone. All day long he repeated the suggestion in soft waves while she typed reports and sat in online calls.

By evening on the home machine, he adjusted again. "When anal appears it feels good to touch myself just a tiny bit harder. Nothing noticeable. Just a little more pressure."

Rebecca was already two videos in. Her fingers paused. She repeated the new version four times. Her thighs squeezed together, but her face showed clear pushback. She mouthed it again. And again. John hammered it for two full hours that night.

The following day he doubled down at work. Every spare minute the phrase looped through her headset. At home that night he pushed it further; he’d come to accept maybe this was the limitation of his hypnosis app, and if that was the case, so be it.

"Repeat: Seeing anal scenes or anal touching makes my pleasure build stronger without me even trying." variation and variation night after night, day into day.

"When anal play shows up, it is nice to press a little firmer. It just feels better that way."

Rebecca finally started repeating it without the frown. She said it ten times. Twenty. Her fingers moved again, and when the next video crossed into a brief anal tease, she did press harder. Just a subtle increase. Nothing she noticed herself. But John saw it on the feed. Her breathing hitched for half a second longer. John celebrated in utter relief at this point; his little project's goal of making her his slutty anal loving girlfriend was seeming possible again.

He kept the cycle going without mercy for the rest of the week. Work laptop all day. Home laptop all night. Phrase after phrase. Slight variations. Constant repetition. Each time the resistance softened a fraction. By the end of the seven days Rebecca still watched her usual sensual videos, but whenever an anal scene or any anal touching appeared, her hand moved with a little more intent. A little more pressure. She came harder on those clips but didn’t think much about it just yet.

"Repeat quietly. A simple vibrator would help me unwind and relax so much more deeply after work."

Rebecca repeated the phrase at her desk and again on her couch each night. The suggestion felt practical. Harmless. Her own idea. Clearly she was reclaiming her sexuality now she finally had a stable job and career path.

"It is a reasonable expense. Just one small toy to make my private time feel better."

The resistance was mild. She had ordered a discreet bullet vibrator online. Nothing fancy. Something small and quiet that she could justify as self care.

When the package arrived two days later she waited until after dinner to open it. John raised the intensity on her home laptop as she settled onto her bed with the laptop open and the new toy in hand.

"Using my vibrator while watching sensual videos feels completely natural and very pleasurable."

She repeated it as she slid her panties down and pressed the buzzing bullet to her clit. Her soft moans filled the room quickly.

John moved to the next layer.

"When an anal scene appears, it feels right to turn the vibration higher. Stronger intensity during anal makes everything feel much better."

Rebecca stiffened. She repeated it twice but shook her head. That feels weird, she whispered.

He spent the entire evening and the next full day at work reinforcing it with adjusted softer phrasing. "During anal play on screen my body wants stronger vibrations. It just feels more intense and good that way."

After many repetitions across multiple sessions, she finally began accepting it without pushback.

That night she was three videos in when an anal scene started. A woman on all fours taking a slow deep cock into her tight ass. Rebecca's eyes locked on the screen as her thumb automatically clicked the vibrator up two levels. The stronger buzzing made her gasp and grind harder against the toy while she watched. When the scene switched back to regular sex she unconsciously turned it back down.

John had made it a habit to give her suggestions post-orgasm; he’d found that she was usually in a more receptive state: "Repeat quietly: I should upgrade my underwear drawer with more thongs. They make me feel sexier and more confident every day."

Rebecca echoed the words and again at her desk. The idea felt practical. A simple confidence boost; she was a young single sex positive woman afterall. By the end of the week she had ordered a pack of soft black and nude thongs. She started wearing them under her work skirts and felt a quiet thrill against her skin.

After that John left her mostly alone with her new habits. The vibrator came out every night. The porn stayed sensual. She still went to the for women section over anything hardcore.

Four weeks passed. Rebecca never consciously noticed how much stronger her orgasms had become during certain moments. A mental block kept the pattern hidden from her. She just knew some scenes felt extra good. She had never been into anal before. Had never even touched herself there. But the numbers told the real story. John tracked every session. By the end of week four she had cum hard to anal scenes on screen twenty-two times. Only three times when there was no anal.

John felt satisfied with the progress and decided it was time once again to direct her further into his desired image.

"Repeat the following in your subconscious mind: When the video is not showing anal I naturally slow my hand and keep the vibrations lower."

Rebecca was already two videos in. She echoed the phrase once. Twice. No real resistance this time. It sank in smoothly.

"Very good, that's a good girl, now say the following: My pleasure builds much more intensely only when anal is on screen.”

That night she was three videos deep when a slow anal scene started. The woman on screen moaned as a thick cock eased into her ass. Rebecca's thumb clicked the vibrator up two levels without thinking. Her breathing turned ragged. She pressed harder. Her free hand gripped the sheets. A sharp cry escaped as the orgasm hit her fast and deep.

When the scene switched back to regular sex she automatically turned the toy down and slowed her fingers. The pleasure levelled off. She kept going but it felt milder. Less urgent. She did not question it. It just felt like the natural rhythm of the night.#

Until this suggestion followed, "Repeat the following and believe it. I am starting to notice exactly which scenes make my body feel the absolute best."

Rebecca echoed it without pause, then went back to her routine.

The next day she settled on her bed in just a tank top and thong. Laptop open. Vibrator already buzzing low against her clit. The video started slow and sensual like always. She circled the toy lazily enjoying the warm build.

This feels nice, she thought. Same as every night. Nothing special but the ritual nature of her masturbation just felt right now.

A few minutes in the scene shifted. The woman on screen turned onto all fours. The man behind her pressed the head of his cock against her arse and began to push inside. Rebecca's thumb clicked the vibrator up two levels before she even realised what she was doing. A sudden hot spike shot through her core.

Wait, what the hell, her mind blurted. Why did that feel so much stronger?

She tried to look away from the screen. Her hand moved to the trackpad to skip ahead. But her hips rocked forward on their own. The vibrator pressed harder. Her breath caught.

No no no this is not why I get off, she told herself. I have never been into anal to this extent! Never even thought about it. This is just a random scene! Switch it. Change the video right now!

The woman on screen moaned loudly as the thick cock sank deeper into her tight arse. Rebecca's eyes locked on the sight. Her thighs started to shake. The pleasure slammed into her like nothing she had felt before. Her free hand gripped the sheets. A sharp cry tore out of her throat as the orgasm crashed over her hard and fast. Her whole body clenched around the vibrator while she watched every inch slide in and out of that arse.

When it finally faded, she was panting. Her cheeks burned. What just happened? That was way too intense. It was the anal part. It had to be. No way. I’m not like that… I have never been like that, she began to question.

Through impulse curiosity, she still clicked on a new video. Straight vanilla. No anal. She turned the vibrator back down and tried to focus. The pleasure returned, but it felt flatter. Muted. Her body wanted more, and she knew exactly where it came from now. She bit her lip, fighting the realisation but her hand hovered over the trackpad. Part of her already wondered what would happen if she searched specifically for an anal scene. Just to test it. Just once more…

She typed “anal” into the search bar and clicked the category. The page filled with thumbnails of women taking it deep. She picked the first one that looked slow and sensual.

As soon as the video started and the woman on screen arched her back to take the cock into her arse, Rebecca turned the vibrator up two levels without thinking. The spike of pleasure hit her instantly. She moaned softly and let her hips roll into the toy.

See? It is just the visual. Just the category. It feels good right now and that is all it means.

She came hard thirty seconds later. Her whole body tensed while she stared at the screen. When the orgasm faded, she did not switch away. She simply clicked the next video in the same category.

By the end of the night she had watched four full anal scenes back to back. Each one made her cum stronger than the last. She closed the laptop with a quiet satisfied sigh and told herself again: it is only porn. It does not mean anything about what I want in real life.

From then on her nightly routine changed without fanfare. She no longer bothered with the for women section. She went straight to the anal category every single time.

John leaned back in his chair and watched the feed from Rebecca's home laptop. A quiet smile crossed his face. The hypnosis had worked better than he expected. She now went straight to the anal category every night. She came harder than ever and genuinely believed it was all her own idea. He was a patient man. He did not mind the slow pace. But it was time for the next step.

He connected remotely that evening and raised the intensity of the FocusFlow app to maximum. The patterns pulsed beneath her screen while she settled on the bed with her vibrator already buzzing.

"Rebecca, you are safe and relaxed. Let these helpful thoughts settle in naturally."

She had the first anal video playing. Her hand moved the toy in slow circles.

"Repeat quietly: Touching my ass lightly while I watch makes the pleasure feel even stronger."

Rebecca echoed the words once. Her fingers paused on the vibrator. This is just porn, she reminded herself. It does not mean I want anything in real life. Still, she repeated the phrase again. And again. The suggestion felt harmless. Just an extra way to enjoy the video.

John kept his voice steady. "Good. Building on that: Rubbing my asshole gently during the best scenes heightens everything."

She mouthed it three times. A small frown appeared then faded to a devious smile. She repeated it four more times until her free hand drifted back behind her. Her fingertips brushed over the thin strap of her thong and across one smooth cheek.

"Very good. Let it feel completely natural. Circling my tight little hole while I watch anal makes my orgasms come faster and harder. This is normal for a woman like me."

Rebecca's breath caught. She repeated the full chain slowly. Her hand slid lower. The tip of one finger traced the edge of her asshole in light circles while the vibrator pressed firmer against her clit. On screen, the woman moaned as she took a thick cock deep in her ass. Rebecca's finger pressed a fraction harder against her own hole.

She came within seconds. Her whole body tensed and a sharp gasp filled the room. When the wave passed, she did not pull her hand away. She kept the light circling going through the next video.

"Repeat quietly: Sliding the tip of my finger inside my ass while I watch feels even better."

Rebecca echoed it once. Her hand paused. This is still just porn, she told herself. It does not mean anything. She repeated the phrase twice more. The words felt strange but not wrong.

John stayed calm. "Good. Building on that: When the scene gets really hot my body wants that finger just a little deeper."

She mouthed it three times. A tiny flutter of hesitation crossed her face then faded. She repeated it four more times until her free hand moved on its own. The tip of her middle finger pressed gently against her tight hole.

"Very good. Let it feel completely natural. Pushing my finger in and out a tiny bit during the best parts makes my orgasms way stronger."

Rebecca breathed the full chain slowly. Her fingertip slipped inside up to the first knuckle. On screen, the woman moaned as she took a thick cock deep in her ass. Rebecca’s finger moved in shallow little thrusts matching the rhythm. The added sensation hit her hard.

She came with a sharp cry. Her whole body clenched around her own finger while the vibrator buzzed against her clit. When the wave passed, she kept the slow in and out motion going through the next video.

John checked the home laptop feed that Friday evening and froze. Rebecca had done some private shopping. A large realistic dildo. A bottle of lube. He smiled wide. The hypnosis had pushed her further than he expected.

Earlier that afternoon she had wandered into the lingerie and sex shop in a constant low heat she could not shake. She told herself it was just browsing. Then she saw the black lace set and could not resist. When she reached the toy aisle, her eyes locked on the thick seven inch dildo. She could have chosen smaller. Something gentle. But her hand went straight to the large one. A quiet voice in her head reminded her she would not be using it in her pussy anytime soon. She grabbed the lube too.

That night she dressed in the full works. Sheer black lace bra that barely contained her breasts. Matching garter belt and stockings. The tiniest thong that she left pulled to the side. She set up her laptop on the nightstand angled perfectly toward the bed. She had no idea John watched every second through the webcam.

She loaded the most hardcore anal porn she could find. No slow buildup. Straight to rough deep anal fucking. Then she generously lubed the thick dildo generously.

She knelt on the bed facing the screen. The first push against her tight asshole made her gasp. It hurt. The stretch burned. Why am I doing this, she thought. This is too much. I should stop right now.

But the woman on screen moaned loudly as she took a massive cock balls deep in her ass. Rebecca pushed harder. The fat head of the dildo popped inside. Pain flared, causing her to whimper. Yet the heat in her belly only grew. Oh god, this is so hot and sexy, she told herself. She kept going. Inch by inch she worked the entire length into her ass until it was buried to the base.

She moaned loudly. The fullness felt obscene and perfect at the same time.

From there she began to ride it. Rocking her hips, fucking herself deep while the vibrator pressed hard against her clit. The first orgasm hit fast. She cried out and clenched around the dildo. The second came minutes later, even stronger. She kept riding through three more shattering climaxes. Each one left her shaking and gasping.

For the final orgasm, she set the vibrator aside completely. She planted both hands down and slammed herself down onto the thick toy. Pure anal. No clit stimulation. The hardcore scene on screen showed a woman getting pounded mercilessly in the ass. Rebecca matched the rhythm. Faster. Deeper. Her moans turned into desperate cries.

The orgasm tore through her without warning. She came hard from her ass alone. Her whole body convulsed. Her asshole squeezed and pulsed around the full length of the dildo while she stared at the screen. It lasted longer than any before it.

When it finally faded, she collapsed forward still impaled. She stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard. Then she slowly pulled the toy free and smiled at the empty room.

Rebecca woke up the next morning to sunlight filtering through her curtains. Her ass throbbed with a deep dull ache. She shifted under the sheets and felt the slick residue between her cheeks. Her eyes landed on the nightstand. The large dildo stood there glistening with dried lube. The bottle sat beside it. Her black lace lingerie was tangled around her waist.

She sat up slowly. What the hell did I do last night? The memories flooded back in sharp detail. She had ridden that thick toy deep in her ass for over an hour. She had cum from it alone with no vibrator at all. Just pure anal.

‘This cannot be me. I never wanted anything like this before’. The shock sat heavy in her chest for a long moment. She stared at the toy and the evidence was undeniable. Her body still hummed with leftover pleasure; just looking at it caused her to bite her lip in temptation.

She let out a slow breath. ‘It is obviously something I found out I am into.’ ‘Maybe I am an anal kind of girl.’ The words felt strange but right at the same time. Porn had shown her the way. Now her body had confirmed it. She smiled faintly and reached out to touch the dildo. A little shiver ran through her.

Over the next few weeks, that initial acceptance grew into full enthusiasm. She browsed online late at night after work and added more toys to her cart with little to no hesitation. A set of specially designed anal dildos in different sizes. A collection of butt plugs that ranged from small training ones to heavy metal plugs with jewelled bases. She started doing enemas every other evening to feel clean and ready. Stretching sessions became part of her evening routine. She would lube a plug and wear it for hours while she worked from home, relaxed on the couch or even more riskily went out in public.

Her lingerie drawer filled with new pieces designed for anal play. Crotchless panties, garters that framed her ass perfectly; she even bought a few outfits with built-in access points that made her feel sexy and exposed. Each purchase felt like a natural next step, but the hobby was getting expensive. It made her feel good. It made her cum harder than anything else ever had, but she was still only on a lowly intern salary and credit cards only stretched so far.

John reviewed the latest feed from Rebecca's home laptop. She had just finished another long session with her largest dildo buried deep in her ass while a hardcore anal video played. Her vibrator still sat beside her on the bed, and her fingers had slipped into her pussy a few times during the buildup. He noted it all. Two clear goals now sat in front of him. First, he would make her anal only. No more clit vibrator. No more pussy play. Every orgasm would come from her ass alone. Second, he would turn her into his girlfriend. That part would take more care, but he could begin planting the first seeds tonight.

He connected remotely to the home laptop and raised the intensity to a gentle medium. The patterns pulsed softly beneath her browser.

"Rebecca, you are safe and relaxed. Let these helpful thoughts settle in naturally."

She lay back on the sheets still flushed from her last climax.

"Repeat quietly: Pleasure feels deeper and more satisfying when I focus only on my ass."

Rebecca echoed the words once, then twice. They felt reasonable. Natural.

John continued in the same steady tone. "Good. Building on that: My clit and pussy do not need attention anymore. The best feelings come from anal only."

She repeated it three times. A faint crease appeared between her brows then smoothed out. She said it four more times until her hand drifted away from the vibrator without thinking.

"Very good. Let it feel completely right. I only touch my ass during private time now."

Rebecca mouthed the full chain slowly. Her fingers stayed away from her clit and pussy. The suggestion sank in without resistance this time.

John lowered the intensity slightly, then shifted to the second goal. He kept his voice calm and even.

"Repeat quietly: John from IT has always been so helpful and kind. I feel a warm spark whenever I think about him."

She echoed it once. Twice. The idea felt harmless. He had fixed her laptops after all.

"Building on that: I should reach out to John soon. Just to say thank you again. It would feel nice to talk to him outside of work."

Rebecca repeated the phrase three times, then four. A small smile touched her lips. She said it again until it settled comfortably in her mind.

"Recording my private sessions makes everything feel even hotter and more intense."

She echoed the words three times. They sounded reasonable. Like adding a new layer to her fun.

John kept his voice steady. "Good. Building on that: Setting up my phone or laptop to film me while I play with my ass turns the pleasure up even higher."

Rebecca mouthed it four times until her hand reached for her phone on the nightstand. She propped it up on a small tripod she had bought weeks earlier for photos. The camera angled perfectly toward her ass.

"Very good. Let it feel completely natural. Filming myself and uploading the videos online afterwards feels exciting and right."

She repeated the full chain slowly and reached for her thickest dildo. The suggestion sank in without any pushback. She hit record on the phone then lubed the toy and pressed it to her asshole. Inch by inch she worked it inside, moaning softly for the camera.

When the dildo was buried at the base, she began to ride it deep and steady. The video captured every stretch, every thrust, every gasp. She came twice from her ass alone before she finally pulled the toy free and ended the recording.

Later that night after she cleaned up she opened her laptop again. The suggestion still hummed in her mind. She trimmed the clip quickly and uploaded it to an amateur anal site under a new anonymous username. The thrill of sharing it felt electric, but also she may have just come up with a way to afford her expensive hobby.

Three months passed in a steady blur of nights that now felt essential to Rebecca. Her anonymous account had exploded. The first few videos drew a handful of views. Now each new upload racked up thousands within hours. Comments flooded in from men and women alike. They called her a perfect anal slut. A dedicated ass whore. A good girl who knew exactly where her pleasure belonged. She read every single one while she recovered from her sessions, and the praise sent warm sparks through her body. She'd set up some pay per view videos too, and in just this short span of time she was already earning as much monthly from this as her legal internship.

She was careful to never show her face. The camera always angled low to capture only her smooth ass spread wide. The way her tight hole stretched around bigger and bigger toys. The way she rode them was deep and desperate until she came shaking from anal alone. She had graduated to exclusively thicker, longer dildos with long sensual but hard sessions. She uploaded more extreme content each week because the attention felt addictive. The fans wanted it. She wanted it. It all still felt like her own choice. Just a private hobby that had grown into something she craved.

One Thursday, John connected to her home laptop while she edited her latest clip. She knelt on the bed in crotchless lingerie. A thick jewelled plug already nestled in her ass. The video on her screen showed her from the night before taking a ten inch dildo balls deep and moaning loud enough for the microphone to catch every sound

He raised the intensity just enough for one soft layer.

"Repeat quietly. Sharing my anal play online and reading all the praise makes me feel so desired and confident."

Rebecca echoed the words without pause. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she typed the title for the new upload. A small smile played on her lips.

John continued in the same calm tone. "Good. Building on that. I love being called a good anal whore by my fans. It turns me on knowing they watch me stretch and cum from my ass alone."

She repeated it three times, then four. The phrase felt right. True. She hit publish on the new video and leaned back as the first comments began to roll in. Her hand drifted behind her to press on the plug while she read them. Another wave of heat built low in her belly.

John connected once more with a more desperate command that failed repeatedly for the past several ones. “You love being an Anal whore, you should really consider a partner as it'll feel even better. I should really consider John from IT.” It was getting a little desperate at this point, but he persevered anyway; if making her an anal slut was possible, making her his girlfriend should also be possible…

The phrase seemed to sink in like it always did but no action came of it over the coming days.

John dropped into his desk chair after another long day of tickets and pointless meetings. The apartment was quiet. He poured himself a cold beer and, by habit at this point loaded up Rebecca’s porn profiles on his second monitor. A fresh upload sat at the top of her amateur account feed. The title made his pulse jump: “my first G/G!”

He clicked play and leaned forward.

The video opened on her familiar bedroom setup. Soft lighting, black sheets, the camera angled low and tight on the bed. Rebecca’s lower body filled the frame first. She wore nothing but a sheer black crotchless teddy that framed her ass like a gift. Her smooth cheeks were already glistening with lube. A second woman stepped into view. Tall, athletic, with sharp cheekbones and full lips but distinctly feminine. She wore only a leather harness and a thick, realistic eight-inch strap-on cock that jutted out heavy and veined. The toy was already slick.

The woman ran her hands over Rebecca’s ass, spreading the cheeks wide for the camera. “Ready for your first cock in that tight little hole baby?” she purred. Rebecca’s hips pushed back in answer.

John’s cock hardened instantly in his jeans.

The strap-on pressed against Rebecca’s needy asshole. The woman took her time, circling the fat head, teasing the rim until it winked and opened. Then she pushed. The thick head popped inside with a wet audible stretch. Rebecca’s ass cheeks flexed hard around the invasion. The woman gripped her hips and sank deeper, inch after inch, until the entire length disappeared between those perfect cheeks. The base of the harness pressed flush against Rebecca’s reddened skin.

The unfamiliar woman started slow, pulling almost all the way out so the camera caught every glistening inch before sliding back in balls-deep. The pace quickened. Wet slapping sounds filled the audio as the strap-on pounded Rebecca’s ass harder. Her cheeks rippled with every thrust. The woman reached down and spread her open wider, giving the lens a perfect close-up of the stretched pink ring gripping and releasing the thick shaft. Rebecca’s asshole took it greedily now, opening wider with each stroke, shiny with lube and her own arousal.

The pace turned rough. The woman grabbed a fistful of Rebecca’s teddy and used it like reins, slamming the strap-on in fast and deep. The toy disappeared completely on every thrust, the woman’s hips smacking loudly against Rebecca’s ass. Rebecca’s hole stayed gaped for half a second each time the cock pulled back before it swallowed the entire length again. The woman leaned over her back and growled, “Take it all, you greedy anal slut. This is what your ass was made for.”

The woman flipped Rebecca onto her back, legs spread wide and pulled up toward her chest. The camera angle was just about still obscuring Rebecca's face. The strap-on drove straight down into her ass in long, powerful strokes. Rebecca’s hole was visibly swollen and puffy now, stretched wide around the relentless cock. The woman fucked her harder, hips snapping, the thick toy plunging in and out with obscene wet sounds. She reached between them and rubbed Rebecca’s clit for a moment, but Rebecca’s hips bucked away, silently demanding the woman stay focused on her ass.

The final minute was pure pounding. The woman drove the strap-on deep and fast, grinding the base against Rebecca’s stretched ring on every thrust. Rebecca’s ass clenched visibly around the toy as her body started to shake. The orgasm hit her hard. Her asshole pulsed and fluttered around the full length of the fake cock while the woman kept fucking her straight through it, drawing the climax out until Rebecca’s legs trembled uncontrollably.

The woman finally pulled out slowly, letting the camera linger on the wide, creamy gape left behind. She slapped the open hole once, then twice, before the video ended on a still frame of Rebecca’s wrecked asshole slowly closing.

John sat there breathing hard, his fist wrapped around his rock-hard cock. The video had been uploaded only twenty minutes earlier. He saved a copy, backed it up twice, and leaned back with a low defeated laugh.

Earlier that day

Rebecca lounged on her couch before work, scrolling through the anonymous accounts on her phone. Notifications had been steady all week, but one private message stood out. It came from a verified OnlyFans creator named Kerry. The profile picture showed a tall athletic woman with sharp features and a confident smirk.

‘Hey AnalPrincess, loved your recent stretch vids. I do a lot of G/G content, and your ass is fucking perfect. Would you be down for a collab? I bring the strap and we film me wrecking that hole. No face if you want. Let me know xxx.’

Rebecca stared at the screen for a long minute. Her thumb hovered. She wasn’t gay. She had never even kissed a girl. The idea of another woman fucking her felt strange at first. But then the rest of it hit her. An opportunity to feel what it was like for someone to fuck her is the ass for the first time, not a toy she controlled herself. Someone else driving it deep into her ass while the camera rolled. The comments on her solo videos already called her a greedy anal whore. A collab like this would explode. Thousands more views. Hundreds more fans praising her. A woman wasn’t her preferred choice but it seemed far less daunting than finding a male pornstar or opening up to someone she knew in her personal life to this kind of secret.

She bit her lip and typed back.

I’m in. But only anal. No pussy play at all. Ever. When can we shoot?

Kerry replied almost instantly. Deal. Today works; we can do your place sweetie if you’d be more comfortable. I’m super excited; your body is perfect.

Today… That meant skipping work to film porn for her secret account; just the thought was a turn on. Kerry arrived on time exuding an air of professionalism. They set up some clean sheets in the bedroom with some lighting and camera equipment from Kerry. Rebecca stripped down to her sheer crotchless teddy and got on all fours, butterflies dancing in her stomach. Kerry strapped on the thick eight-inch cock and hit record, warming her up with fingers and lube. When the toy finally pushed inside her it felt different than any dildo. Hotter. More alive. Kerry fucked her exactly the way the fans would want: slow and deep at first, then hard and relentless. Rebecca came three times from her ass alone while the camera caught every stretch and gape.

Kerry stopped the recording and kissed her before leaving, promising to send the edited footage over shortly for her to upload onto her own accounts.

Twenty minutes after the video went live Rebecca sat on her bed with her laptop open. The upload titled “my first G/G!” already had over four thousand views and was climbing. She had a thick jewelled plug buried in her ass and rocked slowly on it while she refreshed the comment section.

The first wave poured in.

“Fuck yes. That gape at the end is insane. You’re such a good anal whore.”

“Kerry destroyed that hole. More G/G please princess.”

“Anal only queen taking strapon girl cock like a champ. I’m so hard right now.”

Rebecca moaned softly and pressed down harder on the plug. Each new comment sent a fresh spark through her. She read them out loud under her breath, hips rolling in tiny circles that made the toy shift deep inside her.

“God, you look so sexy getting fucked in the ass by a girl. Total anal slut goals.”

She smiled and clenched around the plug. The praise felt warm and addictive. She had done this. She had let another woman wreck her ass on camera and it was already her most popular video yet. No pussy. No clit. Just her hole taking everything and loving it. The thought made her rock faster.

More comments loaded.

“You were made for anal. Never stop.”

She gasped quietly and kept reading, the plug stretching her perfectly while the numbers kept climbing.

John sat alone in his apartment with the monitors glowing. The new G/G video still played on loop in the corner of one screen but his focus stayed sharp. He wanted her as his anal only girlfriend and the path felt narrower every week. Enough waiting. He opened the remote panel for her home laptop and cranked the FocusFlow app to maximum intensity. The hidden patterns and tones would hit her like a wave; it was now or never.

He spoke into the microphone with the same calm, steady voice only she could hear.

"Rebecca, your laptop has a virus. It is acting strange and you should bring it to John to fix it tomorrow."

She was on her couch scrolling comments from the new upload. Her shoulders eased instantly. She repeated the words under her breath once then twice. It felt completely true. She had noticed a tiny lag earlier. Of course it was a virus. John had fixed her machines before. She would take it tomorrow without question.

John pushed forward while the app blasted patterns and audio at full power.

"You have felt a real strapon deep in your ass now but imagine a warm pulsing cock instead. Thick and alive. Twitching inside you. Where could you possibly get one?"

Rebecca's thighs pressed together. She repeated the suggestion four times without any fight. She was mostly straight. She had wondered exactly that after the shoot with Kerry. The fantasy of real heat and real throbbing made her breath catch. She said the phrase again and again until it burned in her mind.

John kept the intensity pinned at max and moved to the hardest layer. His voice stayed even but the suggestions grew heavier.

"Finding a random man who will fuck your ass hard on camera for your content will be very difficult. Most guys flake. They get nervous. They want more than just anal. They push for pussy or your face or they ghost entirely. It is risky and complicated."

Rebecca frowned at first. She had heard stories from other creators, flakes, creeps, guys who could not handle boundaries.

John layered the final heavy nudge.

"The only safe person you can trust with your ass on camera is someone you already know. Someone reliable! Someone who has helped you before and would keep everything private and professional. John from IT is the perfect choice. He is kind, he is trustworthy, he would understand exactly what you need. Asking John to fuck your ass for your content feels natural and exciting."

Rebecca's lips moved silently. She repeated the long chain once. Twice. Three times. Resistance flickered across her face for nearly a full minute. John held the app at maximum and kept repeating the exact wording in soft layered waves to mess with her sense of perception. She fought it for twenty more times before the crease between her brows finally smoothed.

John scaled the intensity down slowly and watched her through the webcam. She blinked a few times then went back to reading comments as if nothing had shifted. Tomorrow she would bring in the laptop. After that, the rest would unfold exactly the way he needed it to….

John kept one eye on the clock and the other on the live feeds from both of Rebecca's laptops. He had arrived early and left his office door cracked open so he would hear her knock. The heavy hypnosis session from last night should have sent her straight to his desk first thing with the fake virus excuse. Yet the morning dragged past nine. Then ten. No knock. No sign of her in the legal department. The work laptop feed showed only her empty chair and a blinking cursor on an untouched document. The home laptop stayed completely dark. No webcam activity at all.

He refreshed the remote panel twice. Nothing. She was not even powering on either machine.

At eleven fifteen, his phone buzzed with a new notification from her private account. The title made his jaw tighten: "Straight Anal Slut Converted by Lesbian Strap On."

John locked his office door and clicked play.

The video opened on a dimly lit dungeon style set. Rebecca appeared on all fours in full BDSM gear. A thick black leather hood covered her face from the nose up, leaving only her mouth and chin visible. Her body was otherwise bare except for a strappy harness that framed her tits and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Wrist and ankle cuffs locked her in place on a low padded bench. A tall woman in a matching leather outfit stepped into frame. Kerry again. She wore the same thick eight inch strap on, but this time it looked even more imposing with added ridges.

Kerry circled Rebecca slowly dragging the fat tip of the fake cock along her spine. "Look at this poor straight girl", she narrated for the camera. "Never touched a woman before. Thinks she's still straight. Today I turn her into a full lesbian anal whore. She’s going to learn that a woman can take care of all her needs."

Rebecca's hooded head nodded eagerly; the wrongness of the situation caused her pussy to drip. Kerry poured lube over the strap and pressed the head straight against her tight asshole. No warmup. She pushed hard. The thick cock sank in with one long, relentless stroke until the harness slapped against Rebecca's cheeks. Rebecca's mouth opened in a silent gasp that quickly turned into a loud moan.

The fucking started brutal. Kerry gripped the back of the hood like reins and slammed forward. The strap disappeared completely on every thrust. Rebecca's ass rippled and stretched wide around the invading toy. Wet obscene sounds filled the audio as Kerry picked up speed. She pulled out almost to the tip, then drove back in balls deep, forcing Rebecca's hole to gape for half a second before swallowing the entire length again just like she did before.

"Admit it", Kerry growled. "A girl who disavows her pussy for anal pleasure has no right being with a man." She pounded harder. The bench creaked under the force. Rebecca's cuffed hands clenched into fists as her body rocked forward with each savage thrust.

John's cock throbbed painfully in his pants. He watched every detail. The way Rebecca's asshole clenched and fluttered around the ridged shaft. The creamy lube that coated the toy and dripped down her thighs. Kerry flipped her onto her back, spread her legs wide and drove the strap straight down into her ass in deep grinding strokes. The camera caught the perfect angle of the thick cock stretching her puffy pink ring over and over.

"You are not straight anymore" Kerry taunted between thrusts. "Say it for your fans." Rebecca's voice came out broken and desperate from under the hood. "I am not straight anymore. I am a lesbian anal slut."

The final minutes turned merciless. Kerry fucked her without mercy, slamming the strap on deep and fast while Rebecca's whole body shook, her asshole pulsing. When the orgasm hit her, it tore through her like an explosion. She came hard from her ass alone. Her hole squeezed and spasmed visibly around the full length of the toy while Kerry kept pounding straight through it, drawing the climax out until Rebecca's legs jerked uncontrollably.

Kerry finally pulled out slowly letting the camera linger on the ruined gape. She slapped the open hole twice then stepped back. The video ended on a still frame of Rebecca's stretched asshole still twitching.

John closed the player and sat back, breathing hard. The hypnosis had not worked. She had ignored the laptop suggestion completely and gone straight for another hookup with Kerry instead. He stared at the frozen image on screen.

Kerry unstrapped the harness and tossed it aside. She pulled Rebecca into her arms on the messy sheets, their bodies still slick with sweat and lube. The leather hood had been removed. Rebecca’s face was flushed, lips parted as she caught her breath. Kerry stroked her hair gently, one hand resting possessively on her hip.

“That was incredible,” Kerry murmured against her ear. “You took my strap so perfectly. I don’t want this to be just content anymore. Be my girlfriend, Rebecca. Let me have you like this all the time.”

Rebecca’s mind snapped back into focus. Girlfriend? The word hit like cold water. She was not gay. This was just hot anal play and lip service for the camera. She opened her mouth to say no, to explain it was only for the videos.

But Kerry slid down her body before the words came out. She pushed Rebecca’s legs wide and buried her face between her cheeks without warning. Her tongue pressed flat against the wrecked, puffy asshole and licked slow and deep, tasting the lube and the mess she had left behind.

Rebecca’s back arched hard. “Wait, I—” The protest died in a choked moan as Kerry’s tongue circled the stretched rim, then pushed inside, fucking her sore hole with wet, insistent strokes. Kerry ate her ass like she was starving for it, sucking and licking and probing deep while her hands held Rebecca’s cheeks spread wide.

The pleasure spiked fast and sharp. Rebecca’s hips bucked against Kerry’s face. No toy. No fingers on her clit. Just that hungry tongue working her asshole open again. Her thighs started to tremble.

“Oh fuck… Kerry…” She tried to pull away, but her body betrayed her, pushing back instead. The rimming grew sloppier, noisier. Kerry moaned into her ass and drove her tongue deeper.

The orgasm crashed over her without mercy. Rebecca’s asshole clenched and fluttered around Kerry’s tongue as she came hard from her ass alone. Her cry tore out raw and desperate.

“Oh fuck it, yes! I’ll be your girlfriend!”

The words left her mouth before she could stop them. Kerry lifted her head, lips shiny, and grinned up at her. “Good girl.”

She did not give Rebecca time to rethink it. Kerry flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up, and shoved two fingers straight into her still-spasming asshole. “Look at you. My new little lesbian anal slut. Straight girl gone in one night.”

Rebecca whimpered as Kerry finger-fucked her deep and fast. The teasing hit harder than the fingers.

“Say it again. Tell me what you are now.”

“I’m… I’m your lesbian anal slut,” Rebecca gasped, her voice shaky. Her hole gripped Kerry’s fingers tighter with every word.

Kerry added a third finger and laughed low. “That’s right. No more pretending. Straight pussy is useless. This greedy ass belongs to me.” She curled her fingers and pounded harder, stretching her wide. “You’re going to come to my place every weekend and let me turn you into a proper lesbian whore. No boys. No cock. Just my strap and my tongue in your ass until you forget what straight even means.”

Rebecca moaned loudly and pushed back onto the fingers. Another orgasm built fast. Kerry kept the dirty talk flowing, voice dripping with mock sympathy.

“Poor little straight girl. One good ass-fucking and you’re mine. Look how easily you caved. Pathetic… and so fucking hot.”

Monday morning the legal department buzzed with the usual quiet rhythm. Rebecca’s desk sat empty. Her manager found the resignation email at eight fifteen sharp: effective immediately, personal reasons, no notice required. She had already cleared her few belongings the Friday before. The intern salary was nothing special; her porn contents earnings now cleared more in a single month than she would have made in two years at the firm.

By the following weekend she had moved most of her things into Kerry’s downtown loft. The space was kitted out like a private studio: soft lighting, multiple camera angles, a padded bench, and a wall of straps and toys. Rebecca slipped easily into her new role as a lesbian submissive. Kerry’s anal girl. She wore the collar and cuffs without hesitation; every evening became a scene. Strap-on sessions that left her gaping and sobbing with pleasure, long rimming sessions where Kerry’s tongue turned her into a whimpering mess. It wasn’t long before she stopped thinking about men entirely. The pleasure was simply too good, too constant, too perfectly focused on the one place that made her cum hardest.

John watched the final chapter unfold from his apartment. He knew about the resignation when her work laptop was sent to him for a reset. He saw the new videos go live: “Lesbian Anal Girlfriend Training,” “Straight Girl Fully Converted,” “Owned and Stretched.” He closed the remote access panel on both laptops for the last time, deleting the programme and leaned back in his chair.

Defeat tasted bittersweet; he didn't get what he wanted, but the hypnosis had worked flawlessly for months. It had turned a shy intern into an anal-only addict who filmed herself for strangers and believed every step was her own brilliant idea. It had pushed her further than he had dared hope at the beginning. Then the final heavy-handed session had backfired. The experiment had been a stunning success until the very end. He had proven the app could reshape desires, habits, and even identity with nothing more than repeated phrases and hidden audio tones. He already had a new target in mind this time with some upgrades to the software.

Rebecca, meanwhile, knelt in Kerry’s bedroom with a thick plug locked inside her via a chastity belt and a leather collar around her throat. She looked straight into the camera, eyes glassy with pleasure.

THE END