"Why do you look so smug, Brooks?"
Vicky crossed her arms and looked at her boyfriend on the couch. His grin now expanded until it threatened to shine harder than the blistering sun did through their apartment windows.
"Just noticing how hot it is out there, is all," Brooks said, pretending to look at his phone. His eyes kept glancing upward at Vicky.
"We all notice it, babe. It's called a heatwave. Settling in today, lasting for a few days. It's why we are staying inside instead of heading outside."
Brooks smiled to himself, humming a song quietly.
"You really are something else this morning. Are you going to tell me, or what?"
"I guess so. It's been a few weeks now."
"Few weeks since what?"
Brooks got to his feet. He walked over to her, his large, muscular frame dwarfing her. She fought back a shiver of pleasure at seeing him stride over like a man walking up to something he owned.
He brushed aside the hair near her eyes.
"Since I fucked around with your mind, little girl."
His hands touched her temple. She convulsed and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "I am submissive," she chanted.
"You are mine," Brooks said.
"I am yours," she whispered.
"Engage heatwave program."
"Of course, Sir."
Vicky convulsed again. Her mind raced with new ideas and old memories. She gasped and fell into Brooks chest.
"Oh my," she whispered.
"Yeah, that was a lot. Give it a moment, baby, give it a moment," he whispered, kissing her head and stroking her hair.
"Feels like a plug released in my head," she said, rubbing her head.
"It was a lot of intense training. I had to do it mostly while you were sleeping like we arranged. But, some hypno sessions included some of this as well."
"Well? What did you do to me this time?" Vicky said, rubbing her thighs together. She loved this.
"I wanted to use the heatwave to our advantage. Or, my advantage," Brooks said, breaking off the embrace to pace around the apartment. Vicky leaned on a wall and watched her boyfriend's triumph.
"First off, you can't orgasm. No matter what. Not until the end of the heatwave," Brooks said with an evil smile.
Vicky rolled her eyes. "Oh, you love orgasm denial."
"I love making you beg and squirm, yes. And you can't deny how much you love having your orgasm taken away from you."
Vicky rubbed her thighs together more. "Yeah, fuck, yeah I do. Why did I ever tell you that?"
"Because we talked about our boundaries and what turns us on. And you, little girl, love being told when you can and can't touch yourself."
Vicky stayed silent, not wanting to admit he spoke the truth.
"Who owns your pussy?"
"You do, sir," she replied without thinking. She shook her head with a laugh at her own conditioning.
"The basic summation of what is going to happen is this. The hotter it gets, the hornier you get. But, you can't orgasm."
Vicky's mouth dropped. "What?"
"You heard me."
"I'll be a drooling, gibbering mess by the end of this heatwave!"
"I hope so," Brooks said. "The heatwave is only supposed to last the weekend. I'll have you back together for work."
Vicky tried to fight off the pumping arousal in her body at the thought of what he did to her mind over the past while.
"You think it's hot, don't you."
"Shut up."
Brooks chuckled. He sat back down on the couch, legs apart and showing her a clear erection. He spread out on the couch with that wide smile once more. "Oh, one last thing. I've made you very, very susceptible to whatever I say. As long as I use your trigger word, you'll do whatever I say."
Vicky gulped. "Uh wh-whatever?"
"Little girl I think it's time you started masturbating. Nice and slow. Now."
Vicky whined as she complied without thought or resistance. Slipping her fingers under her shorts she realized how good it felt. "Oh, damn."
"Yeah, I bet you're realizing now how aroused you've been all morning."
"Mmm," Vicky managed to get out. She leaned against the wall, thrusting her hips out as she touched herself.
"I said slow."
"Yes, sir," she whispered and slowed her pace. She held back a whine, knowing he wanted to hear it.
"Feeling good, baby? Doesn't it feel good to listen to me and do as I say?"
"Uh-huh," Vicky managed to whisper.
"And just imagine. We're not even at the hottest part of the day. You're going to get hornier. And hornier. With no way to release yourself. You know what that means?"
Vicky shook her head.
"It means my baby girl is going to melt her fucking brain by the end of this heatwave. I'm going to leave you a puddle of arousal and need. And, when the time comes, I'm going to make you cum so hard the neighbors will hear. Until then, I'm going to tease and torture you and that pussy of yours until you can't remember your name."
