The ad was everywhere on the internet. “People think you’re a bitch? Cure your stubbornness with this one weird trick!” After a week of seeing it on the edge of pages, Jess – who had been called a difficult bitch more than once – finally clicked it.
The page it brought up was just white noise. A strange pulsating sound issued from her computer speakers. She stared at it, fascinated…
The next thing she knew, it had gone dark. Hours had passed. The window in front of her changed – it now showed text. “Congratulations! Your stubbornness is cured! You will now obey. When you think about resisting, you will only bring yourself further shame!”
It was nonsense. She closed the window.
The next day on her way to work she was walking past a construction site, when someone yelled, “Show us your tits!”
Like hell I will, she thought. But to her surprise she found herself walking over towards the site. She singled out the man who had shouted at her, and said, “You know, I’ve sometimes masturbated to thoughts of being gang raped by you guys.”
Her eyes widened in horror. What was she saying? It was true, but she didn’t want to tell them that!
And now she felt an overpowering urge to actually show them her tits. She resisted it, and as soon as she formed the thought to resist, she said, “I’m about to show you my funbags, guys, and you’re welcome to take all the photos you want.”
She fought hard against the urge, and fighting made her say, “My cunt is so wet right now. I’m such an enormous slut.”
With that, her will broke, and she lifted her shirt to show the men her breasts. She stayed there, blushing, tits out, while the men took photos on their phones.
She thought about the experience on the rest of the trip to work. She had to obey commands to expose herself? Trying to fight it made her say humiliating things? She would have to see a psychologist soon to get it fixed…
At the thought of fixing herself, she immediately stopped where she was, pulled her panties down her legs, picked them up, and put them in a nearby garbage bin. She stared at the bin in horror. What had she done? The sooner she got this fixed…
Her hands went to her top, about to pull it off and likewise throw it away, and she realised what was happening. She discarded thoughts of fixing herself. It’s okay, she told herself. This is who I am now. I’ll never try to get help.
Slowly, her hands relaxed, and she took a deep, relieved breath.
At work, her boss had some unwelcome news. “Jess, I’m moving you to Alice’s team. I know the work is hard and dull there, and I know you have trouble getting on with Alice sometimes, but she really needs the hand.”
Jess started to protest. She was going to say that there was enough work in her current section. But what she said was, “That sounds great. Hey, did you know I’m not wearing any panties this morning? Want to see?”
Her eyes bugged out of her head as she realised the extent of her problem. *She would obey.* Any suggestion, from any man, she would comply immediately, and if she formed any thoughts of resistance, she’d make it worse for herself.
Her boss’ eyes widened in surprise, and then a little lust. “Sure,” he said. “Close the door and show me.”
She couldn’t help trying to fight it. She didn’t want to show her boss her cunt. And the thought made her say, “You know, you can see my pussy any time you like. And do more than just look.” She felt the next embarrassing statement starting to form behind it, so she quickly closed the office door, turned and lifted her skirt to show her boss her cunt.
He grinned, and patted his knee. “If you’re in this kind of mood, why don’t you take your skirt off entirely and come over here?” His cock was hard.
This was going to end with her fucking her boss. Maybe with her sexual availability becoming an ongoing part of her job. She made one last powerful effort to resist, using all her will, and her conditioning pushed back equally hard.
“Honestly,” she said, as she removed her skirt and moved over to plant her ass on his knee, “I had some therapy work done about my stubbornness. And now, I find it very difficult to say no to anything any man asks me to do, whether I want to do it or not…” She tried to make her mouth stop talking. But she couldn’t.
Her boss just looked at her, understanding dawning, and then he smiled cruelly and said, “Well then, Jess. I think you should take off the rest of your clothes and beg me to rape you…”
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