Her hypnotic conditioning had been simple. “When you feel insecure, you will feel the need to have something in your mouth. When you have something in your mouth, you will feel perfectly content, and if the something is man’s cock, you will feel a deep, orgasmic pleasure, but in both cases the presence of something in your mouth will make you permanently become more of a stupid, slutty, bimbo.”

She was aware of the conditioning, and knew what it would do to her, but it was already her habit to chew her nails when she felt nervous, and she couldn’t help herself doing that from time to time. Only she’d find rather than chewing her nails, she’d gently bite her finger and suck it. When she felt the wave of contentment roll over her, she’d jump, realising what she was doing, feeling herself becoming dumber, and pull the finger from her mouth guiltily. But soon she’d forget, and do it again.

The happiness from sucking on her finger was addictive. But it only worked when she was insecure. If she was happy or safe or confident it didn’t work. Soon she started doing little things to keep herself feeling insecure – wearing more revealing clothes, wearing higher heels, taking on tasks she clearly had no idea how to complete, associating with men and women who were much more attractive and intelligent than her. They made her feel small and embarrassed, which in turn let her suck on her finger and get that amazing hit of contentment. She found herself thinking about having a cock in her mouth, and how much more amazing that must feel…

She found out what it would feel like on the day she invited her best male friend over and greeted him topless. She had goosebumps all over, knowing how slutty and whorish she was being. She was certain he’d be disgusted with her and never speak to her again. But instead when she welcomed him into her house it was obvious he had an erection. She bit her finger and giggled – she’d been giggling more every day, a high-pitched stupid-but-cute sound – and before she knew it she was sucking his cock and moaning in ecstasy as her trigger made her orgasm again and again.

After that nothing else mattered but that feeling. She needed to feel worthless and have a cock in her mouth, as often as humanly possible. And as she accepted her new role in life, her last, secret bit of conditioning kicked in, and she started planning which of her female friends she could trick into receiving the same hypnotic suggestions that had started her down this path…

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