Alyx was old enough to have her own place, really, but somehow she’d never managed to move out from her parents’ house. She was given to being a brat, and a slut, and more than a little lazy, and finally her father got tired of her antics and issued her an ultimatum.
”If you’re going to live in this house, you will follow my rules. And you’ve shown in the past you can’t be trusted with this, so if you’re going to continue on here, you’re going to submit to a subliminal conditioning program to help you behave.”
She kicked up a fuss at first and swore she’d move out, but two weeks later she still hadn’t done anything to find a job or a flat, so she reluctantly agreed to her father’s demands. She went to bed every night with the headphones locked in place on her ears, and let her father’s commands run through her bratty little brain every night.
Her father had intended his commands to be sensible and helpful, but he was never one for clearly thinking through consequences. His instructions were firm and parental but, as it turned out, dangerously vague.
“You will do what you are told in this house.”
“You will not go around dressed like a slut at night.”
“You will not walk around naked in this house.”
“You won’t keep secrets from me. When I want to see something, you will show it to me.”
She wore the headphones for months without issue. She was more obedient and biddable, which her father liked, and otherwise well-behaved. The trouble only came when she tried to go out to a nightclub for a friend’s birthday. Her father caught her in the lounge room dressed in a short figure-hugging cocktail dress.
“What are you doing?” he demanded. ”You should know you’re not to dress like a slut.”
Something clicked in Alex’s mind. She hadn’t intended to dress like a slut. She just wanted boys to look at her. That was the same reason she bought *all* her clothes. If this dress was slutty, then all her clothes must be slutty. And she wasn’t allowed to dress like a slut.
Suddenly she couldn’t bear the clothes on her skin. It was night, and she was dressed like a slut. That wasn’t allowed. Blushing, but unable to stop herself, she pulled down the straps of the dress and let it fall to the floor. She wore neither bra no panties – she was nude but for her high heels.
And then the next trigger hit her. She was naked in the house. What was she doing standing upright? She wasn’t to walk around naked! And she had no clothes to put on that weren’t slutty! If she couldn’t walk… then she would have to crawl, right? Mewling with humiliation and distress, she sank down to all fours.
She couldn’t believe she was naked and crawling in front of her father. She turned to crawl to her bedroom, to hide her naked body and her slutty behaviour. And that was when she saw the bulge in her shocked father’s pants. He was turned on by this. Turned on by looking at her. He *wanted* to see her naked, on some level. He *wanted* to see her cunt.
“When I want to see something, you will show it to me,” said the voice in her head, and Alex knew she couldn’t resist. Still trying to crawl away, her tits rubbing on the floor, she reached back with one hand and spread her pussy lips open, to give her father a good view…
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