Jezebel swallowed automatically while her mind went crazy with the most intense arousal she had ever felt. She snorted around the toy, moaning, and he pet her to soothe her again.
"Easy. Let the arousal wash over you. I know it turns you on, and I'm afraid you won't be getting relief for a few days yet. I like my slave horny and ready for me. I enjoy seeing you drip cum so that you can clean it with your tongue. You don't mind to suffer a little for me, do you, Pet?"
Jezebel shook her head even while she whined with desire at what he was doing to her with nothing but a toy.
"Good girl. You should have enough room to move on that toy nice and safe. Why don't you try it for me? I have to take care of the bar while you eat, but we need to make sure my little slave is safe. Go on."
Jezebel groaned with tears in her eyes.
And he was right. She had more than enough leeway with her chained cuffs, and the post in front moved at her touch so that she could move with her mouth.
Jezebel worked with it until she felt the spritz, and then pushed it away so that she could breathe easily.
There was no danger at all of having problems while he worked. And she knew instinctively that these were the things he was worried about.
Jezebel looked up to meet his eyes where he watched.
"You're going to be eager, Pet. How deep do you think the conditioning will go? Will you start to react when you see things after a week of taking food this way? At the very least, you'll get a lot of practice."
Jezebel responded with eagerness at the thoughts he gave her. She had once heard that hypnotism only worked if the receptor's mind was open to the suggestions.
You couldn't just hypnotize someone to anything. They had to be willing on some level.
Jezebel wondered if conditioning had similar effects if its receptor was willing. Because she was more than willing, eager for what might happen from his training.
Jezebel continued while she burned with desire for what was happening to her, for what he was hoping to do to her. Oh, yes, she was insanely willing for what he wanted to do.
She fed herself the chalky fluid, and the hardest part was that she had to work to refrain from reacting.
There was no other stimulation, but the situation got to her so much that she had to focus to maintain control.
Which made her more affected because her own denial made her burn with the thought that it was to service him. Everything done in submission made her burn, and in this state, that meant even eating made her burn alive with desire.
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Asher started routines instantly, beginning with that night. When he came back from taking care of Sulfur's, she was lost in a daze of painful desire, and her mind wouldn't go down those long-winded journeys.
All she could focus on was her Master and what he said, the look in his eyes. Jezebel jumped in anticipation when he opened the door again and looked up to him.
Asher smiled with his head lifted slightly, as if he were taking a minute to enjoy the sight of her finally bowed and subdued, the way he had been so determined to have her.
That look made her lower her gaze, not because she was thinking of disobeying, but because the act of lowering her eyes felt submissive in a natural sense.
Jezebel quickly learned that even if it felt naturally submissive, that did not mean that it pleased her Master.
Asher corrected her with a strike to her cheek. "No. I want my slave's gaze on mine, so look at me." And she instantly obeyed. Asher's look cleared, and he seemed pleased.
"Much better. Let's see how you've done." Jezebel watched him open the custom item and pull out something like a cartridge. Asher studied it and placed it back in the end.
"You'll have to work quicker than that from now on, Pet. The next time I set you up for food, you finish it, or you'll take punishment."
The inferno of desire inside of her flared, and she moaned. "Quiet. Open up. I'll help you finish this time since you're getting used to it. And I'll show you how you should do it for yourself."
By helping her and showing her, he meant controlling her movements. Asher lifted the stand out of the way first and stood in front of her, having set the crop down for a time.
Instead, he grasped her chin with one hand while he gave the stern command to, "Open."
When she obeyed, he moved forward, and she lifted. At first, she struggled with his abrupt working her, but she had gotten used to it and swallowed the reflex down, accepting it. Jezebel blanked her mind and just accepted what her Master desired.
"Look at me." When she did, she trembled from the look of strict ownership in his eyes. "This is how you eat, understood? Don't forget this."
Jezebel definitely wouldn't. Asher controlled her movements like he had before, and it wasn't something she would ever forget. She held his gaze, stared into the cold distance there, and burned alive from it.
Even this, food, was a way for her to be used or trained for better use. Asher kept going until the cartridge was empty, and, as per his devious intent, she felt strangely satisfied and full.
Where she had been physically hungry before, she no longer was. Jezebel sank into that feeling, letting it take effect in her. Asher pet her hair while she stayed still for a while and soothed under his touch.
"Come on. Let's get you to sleep now. It's been a long day for both of us." It had been, but it was a good day, one she was glad had happened.
Despite all the fear she had once felt, she was deep in the most comfortable waters she had ever known.
Oh, she was still scared, but his petting her and keeping her on edge made it difficult to stay scared. Asher's twisted routines distracted her too much, as well.
For instance, she forgot all her fears when he left her kneeling and came back holding restraints. Instead, she felt new terror, like how she might actually go crazy from that.
Speaking and begging didn't cross her mind. Jezebel cried out, though, and scrabbled away, whimpering pathetically.
And damn him, but he didn't do anything at all in response. Asher just stared down at her with that implacable, flat gaze, a silent message that this was what was happening, and there wasn't anything she could do about it.
It succeeded in making her crawl back to him, but she gave him her most pathetic gaze.
Was this punishment? Jezebel thought she had been doing so well.
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*Author's note*
*A couple more experiences like this and our MC should be a decent depraved for his wives, right?*
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