"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."
Vicky now whined. All of that sounded like delicious hell.
"Who owns that pussy?"
"Oh, you do, you do!"
"I don't think I heard you," Brooks growled, getting to his feet. He put a hand beside her head on the wall and leaned in inches close to her face.
"I said, who owns your pussy."
"You fucking do!" Vicky cried out, her pussy trembling. She shook. As her orgasm built, her hands fell away from her pussy. "Oh, no. No."
"Baby, we're only minutes into this," Brooks said, leaning in and kissing her neck. He reached up to her ear with kisses. "You're going to be a good girl and last for me, right?"
She nodded. He turned her around and slapped her ass.
"Good. Now go cool off. It's about to get warm in here."
***
Vicky felt amazing after a lukewarm shower. She wiped her body clean and sighed in relief. She noticed something on the bathroom counter. Something Brooks slipped in while she showered.
A smart home display. Showing the temperature.
She tried to look away but her mind realized the temperature climbed since she hopped in the shower.
And so, the arousal built. She stumbled out of the bathroom, clutching the towel around her body as her pussy started tingling once more. She pried her mind from the gutter long enough to get into the living room.
Where she saw pornography playing on the television. Her jaw fell open as she watched a woman, tied down, being tortured with a vibrator.
"Oh no," Vicky said, sinking to her knees. She looked over at the couch and saw Brooks sitting there with a visible erection.
"Little girl, sit here. Sit on your hands, legs spread."
"Yes sir," she whispered, rising to her feet and obeying before she could think. She sat down beside him, sitting on her hands with her legs spread.
"Little girl, stare at the pornography and really imagine yourself as the one in that video."
"Yes sir," she replied, squirming under the erotic spell.
"No moving. Just watch," Brooks said, getting to his feet. He walked to the windows and swept away the curtain. The sunbeam landed right where she sat.
"Fuck," she whispered.
"Getting hot, are we baby? Staring at that submissive woman being fucked with, unable to move? As my hypnotic commands compel you to get more and more aroused the hotter you get? Hmm?"
"Yes sir, yes sir, fffffuck," Vicky whispered. She watched as the man in the video edged the woman again and again. Her pussy throbbed with need, dripping onto the couch.
"I'll get you a glass of water. Because the temperature is about to skyrocket and this video is an hour," Brooks said, walking into the kitchen.
"An--an hour?" Vicky whined.
