**Authors Note: Thanks for the feedback on the first part. Just a fair warning, this story is going to be pretty excessive in the level of brainwashing the characters undergo from this point on. If your taste in erotic mind control fiction is more highbrow than say
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universe stories, this may not be your cup of tea. I never claimed to have good taste!
-Chapter 8-
One of the big questions I still had about all of this was how long the commands lasted and if they weakened with time. Heck, they could get stronger for all I knew. I needed to know before I set my sights on sweet Kelly. I wanted Caitlin too. I always considered myself a one-woman man, but I guess situations change.
I spent a full work week going through the motions of normal life... well maybe not quite normal at least at work. I was still giving many surprise massages to Caitlin, just not with the rings.
She spent a good portion of her days with her legs spread while I fingered... err massaged her wet pussy under her panties until she came on my hand. She also let me squeeze her tits and grope her ass whenever I wanted as long as I let her know it was a massage first. I also noticed she started dressing much more... well accessible for me starting on day 1 of the experiment. She told me she wanted to make it easier for me to massage her. I think that coupled with her newfound attraction to me and the weak command that she wanted to have sex with me drove her outfit choice. She usually wore belly shirts and short skirts or shorts. She wasn't going commando, unfortunately, but it was better than her usual that's for sure. She never volunteered to take off any clothes even while I fingered her. In her head what we were doing was entirely non-sexual. Although I noticed she was flirting with me more. I'd imagine having an attractive guy bring you to orgasm multiple times over 4 days, makes him a bit more attractive, even if you don't see it as sexual.
Sadly, though, she never invited me to take home and fuck her. She did tease about it some. We did talk about maybe trying out getting coffee outside of work on the weekend.
I kept track of my observations and made the following updated list of ring features.
1. The ring has a calming and trancing effect that varies depending on how many rings are used, and where on the body.
2. The back of the ears and for whatever reason, the vagina (with the intensity of trance increasing by depth) are the strongest areas to induce a trance.
3. Finger deep in the vagina is equal to 2+ rings behind the ear in trance intensity.
4. When in trance the subject is unaware of time passing or surroundings and can only be awakened by an incomplete command, yelling their name (or other loud sounds?), stopping the vibrations, or moving to a less sensitive area.
5. When in trance the subject will respond to all statements and if the statement is replied back, the subject will follow the statement/command after awakening.
6. The more tense a subject is, the less effective the command/statement will be. The subject will not follow a command that they wake up from, but they also won't remember the command.
7. The user can accidentally (or I guess intentionally) trance themselves.
8. The subject doesn't remember being in a trance or the commands given to them.
9. The strength of the commands does not weaken over time (at least not quickly). They also do not seem to strengthen, though outside influence can still affect some commands. IE Caitlin seems to be more attracted to me because of our flirting and activities.
I spent most of my free time at work, aside from the obvious playing with Caitlin, to finish my arsenal of rings. I had 12 wearable rings. Which isn't exactly 1+ for each finger. They were sized for my pointer or index fingers and I could theoretically fit all 12 at once if I ever needed to. I also had 10 full-size rings. I could handle three on each hand, so I had some extras.
I'm not a fool so I stored all of my data and the rings in a hidden floor safe when I wasn't using them. I didn't want them getting into the wrong hands... or worse hands than mine at least.
The cock ring project was not working well at first. I needed it to sit near the tip of my cock to get the full benefit of the penetration depth to trance depth correlation I found with Caitlin. I couldn't get it to stay in place. Then I realized I could put a condom on over it and it might work enough to do the job. I hadn't tested the hypothesis yet though.
On the last day of nearly a week of my no-ring-usage science experiment, I made the mistake of just grabbing Caitlin's cute bottom without letting her know it was a massage first. It didn't go over well.
"What the fuck Clayton!" Caitlin whipped around and glared at me as I put my hand up.
"I'm sorr..." I began to say when Caitlin interrupted me.
"No, I don't want to hear it!" Caitlin fired back, "I will not be treated like this at my work! I'm going home and you better come up with a good explanation and apology, or I'm not coming back!"
I was pretty shaken up and frozen for a second as I watched her stomp away justifiably enraged.
"I'm sorry Caitlin, I meant to ask if you wanted a massage first!" I yelled after her.
She didn't stop. With her hand on the door, I remembered her really powerful massage command. "Wait! Let me give a really good massage to make up for this! I'll even use the rings again!"
She opened the door, but faltered a second and slowly turned around. She couldn't deny the command that she ALWAYS had to let me give her a massage right?
"Shit Clayton! You definitely know my weakness. I'm still going home right after, but I can see you want to make up for being a creep!" She still had a bit of venom in her voice, but she was walking toward my office.
I followed her in and opened up the safe while she impatiently tapped her foot.
Each ring I pulled out made my hand shake a little more. I stopped in thought for a second. I'd experienced a moment like this before.
I used to enjoy hiking after dark in my teen years. I never was the type to sneak out for girls or parties; but, there was a particular stretch of pine forest near my home that I walked nearly every week. My family thought I was safe in bed. One night I walked up on a mountain lion. The world stood still, there was no sound, not even my heartbeat. The moment between fight or flight, good or bad, life or death. That night the mountain lion turned its head and kept walking. It spared me while I was defenseless.
This time it was an internal struggle. I was facing the dark side of myself — corrupt with a desire for power — versus my loving, loyal, and ethical side.
I took a breath and grabbed a fist full of black rings. With the roles reversed I couldn't turn away. Maybe there was some good left in me though.
-Chapter 9-
I had three full-sized rings on each hand, and several small ones in my pocket just in case. I felt unusually calm after the little episode I went through while grabbing the rings. I knew what I wanted now. I wanted power, control, and sex, but I also wanted Caitlin to be happier than she could have ever imagined previously.
I looked at Caitlin's scowling, impatient face, and I realized I had no right to seek revenge. I had already fallen, I wanted... needed Caitlin to be mine. What I was about to do, and what I had already done, was unforgivable. I made a promise to the remaining good part of my soul.
With my rings, I would never take away someone's happiness, never make them feel afraid or humiliated, and I would take care of them completely as long as they were mine. Not much of a concession for taking away someone's free will, but it was all I was willing to offer.
With all of my introspection out of the way, I kneeled down in front of Caitlin.
I touched one ring behind her left ear, she relaxed, her scowl disappeared, and her eyes went unfocused
two rings. She was even more relaxed with a pleased expression growing on her face
Three. Her mouth found its cute little O shape very clearly now and she was as limp as a wet noodle
Four. I placed a ring behind her right ear. Her legs spread wide, and her nipples started clearly hardening through her tank top. She let out an occasional delicate moan. I had never been this turned on in my life. My cock was harder than I ever remembered it. Painfully tucked under my belt and jeans. I had no intention of focusing on anything but the beauty in front of me though.
Five. I could smell her arousal now. Her moans were more musical now, not quite as delicate. Her eyes started rolling up. She looked like she was in the middle of an unbelievable orgasm.
Six. I watched a droplet of her juices slowly fall down her thigh. Her face started twitching slightly, and her moans became more of a purr and were almost constant. I little drool escaped the corner of her mouth as she closed both of her eyes. I had never seen anything like this before.
I tried to speak but nothing came out at first. My mouth was as dry as a desert.
"C Caitlin, you are very attracted to me," I stuttered. I needed to see if she could even respond like this.
"I'm veeeery attracted to yoou." she almost moaned out.
