Short Story: That One Night

Female's Point of View - Brainwashing

I may have flirted with the wrong guy. We were at a party. He was cute. I was horny. We had a blast! He brought me back to his place and we had all sorts of kinky fun. We both loved to explore new things so I stayed over.

​As we lay, completely spent and satisfied by our evening together, I whispered in his ear how much I loved fucking him. He whispered back that if he had his way, he would keep me as his little fuck doll.

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I was drunk and tired. I found the idea ludicrous but arousing. I whispered back that it would be hot and that if he could, he should just go ahead and have me as his little fuck doll. But only if he promised to always fuck me this good.

I drifted to sleep and didn’t think twice about it. I mean... It was just sexy pillow talk right?

But then...

I woke up with a splitting headache. And groggy... So groggy...

As my mind chased away my confusing dreams, I slowly realized that I wasn’t in his bed anymore. I was sitting upright! I remember thinking how odd it was and wondering why I hadn’t woken up. Did I sleep walk?

But those thoughts soon vanished as I realized that I had a gag in my mouth. Then I realized I was also tied down and couldn't move. I panicked! I yelled and trashed, but nothing seemed to move and I realized that I had been very securely strapped down. There was no way for me to get myself free. 

The room was dimly lit, but I immediately noticed the huge screen in front of me. It took up the whole wall! Everywhere I looked, it was there. I heard speakers crackling and his voice drifted to me. He told me how happy he was that I wished to be his fuck doll. He said he knew that it might have all been pillow talk, but he wanted to make sure that deep down, I actually DID want to me his fuck doll.

He was crazy! I tried to tell him as much, but I was gagged.

He then told me that he had a full morning’s worth of things he wanted to show me. If after that, I didn’t want to be is fuck doll, then he would untie me and let me leave with no hard feelings. He just wanted to make sure in case I did.

He was bat shit crazy! But it wasn’t like I had a choice. So I nodded, hoping he would see it.

He sounded so happy as he explained that I just had to look at the screen. I rolled my eyes. I remember thinking how dumb he was for thinking he was going to convince me to be his fuck doll by showing me videos. 

The screen came alive and I laughed. It was a spiral! An actual spiral! God... I remember thinking that I had been fucked by a complete nerd! Did he really hope a spiral was going to ‘convince’ me to be his fuck doll?

I eventually stopped laughing and looked at it. It was so corny! 

And then... After a few minutes of the spinning motion, I smelled it. I looked around, but didn’t see anything. Was there a gas leak? It almost smelled like those chloroforms beakers from school. The smell was so nauseating!

Was he pumping the room full of gas?

I was going to lose my lunch as the room started spinning. Fuck... I was really going to be sick! Closing my eyes only made it worst! I looked everywhere until my eyes found the middle of the spinning spiral. 

Oddly enough, The spinning motion from the spiral was the exact thing I needed to be looking at to counteract the vertigo I was feeling. Like they were cancelling each other out. It even calmed my nerves.

Calmed my thoughts...

When I felt myself get drowsy, I looked away, but as soon as I did, the room started to spin again, making me sick. So I looked back at the spiral. Everything calmed down.

Everything slowed down...

As I looked at the center of the spiral, I almost felt like I was falling. Like it was pulling me in. Which was ridiculous. But it felt... Good... Like it was taking me away and out of this guy’s weird room. 

When I felt myself getting drowsy again, I tried to fight it off, but I felt like I hadn’t slept in ages. My body felt heavy. Sluggish...  I figured that the gas that made me sick was also putting me to sleep. What a weird guy... Wanting me to watch videos, but also pumping the room full of sleeping gas. 

Or maybe it was something else? Maybe I was just bored?

Regardless, I couldn’t fight it off and I stopped resisting. I thought I would fall asleep, but I didn’t. I just...

Relaxed...

And I watched.

I fell and fell forever into the spinning motion of the spiral. I didn’t think about anything else. Not the painful straps, not the strange gas I was breathing. Not the fact that he had brought me down here to strap me to this chair.

My mind was blank. Peacefully blank...

I had never known such peace of mind. Such... Relaxation...

It felt so incredibly to let go of everything. To stop worrying about everything. To think...

I felt myself smile. I was actually grateful to him for showing me this.

My mind fell away as my eyes kept staring at the spiral. Which seemed to evolve and change. Colors joined in... Patterns... Words... 

My conscious self evaporated into the screen as my mind soaked up everything the screen had to show me.

The next thing I knew, I was blinking as the sudden lack of colors awoke me. I felt sad. I felt empty. I wanted to go back so bad.

I didn’t hear him come in. I only realized he was there when he grabbed my chin in his fingers and made me look up at him. I was in a daze. I was confused. He looked deep into my eyes and told me that he was done, but if I wanted, he had more to show me. I only had to nod.

Which might have been my second mistake. 

I was so out of it that my first thought was to go bad to the peaceful bliss. So I nodded. It didn’t take long, but I was soon staring into the spiral again. It made me so happy. So calm...

Before I my mind went totally blank, I thought I saw words like... Pleasure... and Obey... Possibly Own... But all that melted together as my mind quieted down and I enjoyed the colors and the sweet relaxation they created for me.

By the time he turned off the screen again, I felt so weak... So helpless... He undid my straps and took my face in his hands. He looked deep into my eyes and he told me that he owned me.

Own...

I felt the word vibrate inside me. As if it was the absolute truth. I nodded. I felt I had to.

He told me that since he owned me, I will obey him.

Obey...

I felt the word penetrate my dazed mind and I nodded. I felt I had to.

He nodded back and told me my purpose was pleasure, that I was HIS fuck doll.

Pleasure...

I nodded as the undeniable truth of his words hit me like a wave. In that moment, I knew without a doubt that I was his property. I was his fuck doll. I had no other desire than to obey.

He pulled me out of the chair and helped my wobbling legs as I fell to my knees. I was grateful because I knew I was too weak to stand. I took a breath and looked up. There in front of my face, his cock was throbbing and angling towards me with obvious need. I immediately understood.

My purpose was pleasure...

Without another thought, I started to suck his glorious cock. 

Ever since then, I’ve been living in his home. I barely need to leave the house anymore. He cares for me and my needs. He is so caring... He keeps telling me how precious I am. How good I am. 

I get so giddy with joy when he compliments me. Especially after our evening training sessions. He's told me time and again how important it was for his fuck doll to be able to do all the things her owner wishes to do with her. So every night, we spend some time training my body so it evolves and becomes better at serving his sexual needs.

And every day, he helps me train my mind by sitting me in that same room for a few hours. I relish those moments so much! I feel so calm. So peaceful...

I always come out of the room with new convictions. New desires I know will only make me better for my owner. 

Like this latest one: I just can’t bring myself to wear clothes inside the house.