Megan was in love with Chris and the feeling was mutual. They connected on almost every level. They had the same sense of humor, both enjoyed classic movies and live theatre, had long, thrilling conversations over dinner, and knew how to relax in the same space. There was no doubt, they were in love.
The problem was that he wouldn't fuck her as hard and as dirty as she needed.
Chris was tender and loving. That was great for holding hands at the park, but it did nothing for Megan in the bedroom. He would kiss her neck when she wanted him to bite it. His gentle hands would caress her curves, but she wanted him to spank her ass like a naughty bitch. He called her "my love", not "whore" or "bitch" or "slut". It was infuriating.
This wasn't the first time Megan had had this problem. Unfortunately, most men talked big about what they wanted to do to a woman, but had no idea about how to actually fuck a girl like a whore. Megan could get their hand on her throat with enough coaxing, but could never actually get them to squeeze. The only exception had been a specific ex-boyfriend. He had fucked her like an animal and it was great. The problem was that his disrespect has not been isolated to the bedroom. He was a pig and Megan had to dump him. Still... she often fantasized about the filth she had performed for him. That memory and a vibrator had comforted her on many lonely nights.
Megan was getting desperate. She had taken to faking orgasms and then going to rub one out in the bathroom with headphones and a hardcore porno on her phone.
One morning, Chris went to work with a gentle kiss on the forehead. As soon as he was gone, Megan decided to have some fun. She locked herself in the bedroom with a laptop and found some of her favorite websites. Even "Hardcore" on popular porn sites didn't do it. That just meant that the girl did a reverse cowgirl at some point. The sites that Megan had bookmarked under innocent-sounding names truly put a girl in her place. Thick ropes around a bitch's arms then facefucking into oblivion. Hair pulled, dildo in the throat, and cock in her ass. Whipped across her tits while strapped to a fuck machine, all the while she begged for greater defilement. Megan knew these videos well enough that she noticed when a new one was posted.
She took her time with her vibrator, imagining herself tied and defiled. She edged herself, imagining a powerful man telling her that she hadn't earned it yet. She imagined choking on dick, using the video on screen to stimulate her fantasy. She slapped her own face, but it didn't hurt as much as she wanted it to. A powerful man could really get some swing behind a slap to the face in a way that she couldn't get on herself.
"Fuck your dirty little whore, sir," Megan muttered to the fantasy that dominated her. "Make me into your bitch. Show me my place."
After sucking enough imaginary dick, riding an imaginary man like a true cowgirl, and abusing her body with pinches and slaps, she finally earned her own orgasm. She let the vibrator carry her into ecstasy. Her squeals echoed off the bedroom walls. Whores weren't supposed to be quiet when they came.
Finally done, she turned off the vibrator and sat back on the bed. She wondered how many more times she would go today. Chris was at work, but she was off today. She would have to restrain herself from sending herself wave after wave of orgasms to filthy porn all day--no matter how much she wanted to. She had spent all day last week when Chris was at work doing exactly this.
She paused the video, then caught site of an ad to the side of the screen. "Want to release her inner whore? Guaranteed results!" Megan scoffed. She was more than enough of a whore for any guy. What she needed was to release a man's inner dominator. It shouldn't have been so hard to find someone willing to fuck her like she needed.
Out of curiosity, she clicked the link. She expected to be prompted for a credit card number immediately, but instead she was redirected to a site that seemed to be selling "subliminal services". The site used "she" and "your girlfriend" throughout. It promised to turn any woman into a sultry vixen, willing and eager to do anything to please. As Megan read further, she found that the site sold templated audio files that men could record their own messages onto, effectively customizing the experience to whatever the guy wanted to program. In the sample video, the man who wanted anal implanted the message that "there's an itch in your ass that only my dick can scratch". The video insisted that he got his wish within three nights. There were pre-assembled packages for "traditional" desires as well.
Megan sat back, thinking. She hated how much she was considering this. It was obviously a cheap ploy to rope in horny guys who wished their girlfriends were pornstars, but the fact that Megan was so enticed by the idea demonstrated just how badly her needs weren't being met. She was in the same boat as those guys jerking off at home to a big-tit pornstar sucking a stranger's dick. Her desires were just on the other side.
Megan's phone buzzed. It was a message from Chris. "I love you, babe." She groaned. She did love him. She just wished he could plow her like she needed. The word "mercilessly" floated through her mind.
She looked again at the website. Desperation filled her again. "Fine," she muttered. "Let's give it a try." She pressed "buy" and put in the information before she had a chance to change her mind. Then she texted Chris back: "I love you too."
The website gave her a program to create the files, then suggested they be played while the target slept. The subliminal signals would help keep the subject asleep, but would also help input the desired ideas. She didn't really know if it would work, but Megan could put it on an alarm on her tablet. That way it would turn on in the middle of the night, play through, and turn off after the recording was finished. She could leave the tablet on his nightstand. She wondered if she would worry about being impacted herself, but then realized that she was trying to get him to act like she wanted. The desires were already in her. There wasn't much that could be programmed into her that wasn't already there. Still, it would help sharpen her wording.
Megan started writing out what she wanted Chris to believe. She wrote dozens of statements, then picked her favorites:
"Megan should be fucked like a whore."
"Megan's body is Chris's property to use as he wishes."
"Megan needs fucked into submission."
"Megan needs to earn the right to orgasm."
She added a few others, changed some wording, and then walked away for lunch. She came back, edited a few, added one, removed another, and thought more. She took a break to have another hardcore porn fantasy session. This time, she did envision Chris as her Master, denying her the right to cum until she had done a good job as his little whore. She found it easier to believe this time. After cumming, she revisited her statements and realized she had missed one. She added it, edited the others, and finally convinced herself to stop. She would drive herself crazy with the possibilities. She just needed to commit to it and go.
She allowed the program to overlay the statements with the subliminal audios, then exported as MP3s. She put them on her tablet, set an alarm, and left it on Chris's side of the bed. Then she masturbated again, because she was too excited to keep going without getting off.
Megan tried to stay realistic, reminding herself that it probably wouldn't work, but just the possibility of getting really dicked down hard and dirty made her horny and excited. When Chris came home that night, she practically jumped on him, even knowing that he hadn't been "trained" yet. He was open to sex, but Megan quickly realized just how boring he was compared to the fantasies that had occupied her all day. He kissed her tenderly on the neck and caressed her breasts. He wanted her to bite and smack her tit. He slipped his cock into her gently, building a rhythm slowly. She wanted him to slam it into her pussy and fuck her raw. He came inside her. Megan wanted him to paint her whore face. Afterwards, he used his fingers to make sure she "got hers". She faked it soon, just so he would stop. She would get herself off later if she needed it.
As she lay on the bed, she thought about how desperately she needed this to work. She loved Chris, but she just couldn't spend the rest of her life without being wrecked like she needed to be.
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Megan didn't hear the tape at night, but while Chris was showering the next morning she checked the tablet. The alarm appeared to have gone off. When Chris came out of the shower, he didn't mention it, but Megan did see his eyes spend a lot of time on her legs under the covers. He winked at her, then went to work.
Megan also went to work, but had trouble focusing. The possibility of getting sexually dominated was never far from her mind. Somehow, she made it through the day.
When she got home, Chris kissed her "hello". It was a little different than his normal loving kiss, however. He grabbed both sides of her face, pulled her in close, and forced his mouth on hers. She welcomed him with tongue, encouraging more. He bit her lip a little when releasing her.
