I stifled another yawn as I tried to read through the thick sheaf of papers in my hand. The tiny print unfocused and letters seemed to shift around at random as I stared. How am I supposed to read this? Why is the damn type so small?

I'd been trying to get through the medical release form for nearly twenty minutes now and my frustration was mounting. I didn't care if they released my medical information or recorded the sessions. I just wanted some sleep! I gave up and signed the forms.

A research assistant was waiting for me at the counter. Clad in a white lab coat and thick rimmed glasses, the man in front of me looked every part the lab geek. He smiled when I walked up, and I watched as his eyes darted over my body, checking me out.

I didn't mind. I actually liked the attention. But looking was all the skinny lab tech was going to get from me. He was cute in a nerdy kind of way but I liked a man who could pick me up and throw me down on the bed. The lanky man in the lab coat was a far cry from the men I dated.

The research assistant looked through the forms as I stood waiting. I yawned again. So tired. Why can't I just fall asleep like a normal person?

"Britney Lawson, Freshman, unmarried. Severe insomnia since the beginning of the semester. Well, we can fix that." The man in the lab coat set the clipboard down and smiled at me. "Everything looks good here." His eyes drifted to my breasts. "Very good. So let's get you in back and I'll explain a bit about the study."

Take a good look nerd boy. It doesn't matter how tired I am, you're not my type.

His arm stretched out towards a set of double doors. "If you'll just follow me. I'm James by the way. Dr. Mantego is running the study, but he's leaving most of the casework to us undergrads. I expect we'll be seeing a lot of each other in the coming weeks."

"So how's it going to work?" I asked as we walked.

James spun around and started to walk backwards as he talked. He was all smiles."We will be using a mix of binaural sound waves to induce sleep. Primarily Alpha, Delta and Theta waves. Combined with sympathetic lighting tuned to certain wavelengths, you should drift off quickly and sleep until morning."

I have no idea what he just said. "So, what do I have to do? Is it complicated?"

He shook his head and turned back around. "Not complicated at all. You just lie down, listen to the music, and watch the pretty flashing lights."

Music and lights? How is that going to help my insomnia? "No pills or anything? How are music and a lightshow going to make me sleep easier?"

James pushed open another set of doubles doors and I followed him into a darkened room. Off to the side of the main room was an office with a glass wall. A bank of computers and a single chair sat nestled in the cramped space. But it was the main room that held my attention. In the center, bathed in a ring of soft white light, stood a four post bed. The dark floral pattern on the bedspread clashed awkwardly with the white walls and tiled floor.

James moved toward the bed and patted the mattress as he smiled back at me. "The best mattress money can buy. And we want you to be as comfortable as possible, so if the sheets aren't to your liking, let us know. The more relaxed you are, the easier the treatment takes hold."

"I've tried fancy beds and silky sheets. None of it helps. You still haven't told me how this all works."

He picked up a pair of large earphones from off of the mound of pillows. "Sleeping isn't just about closing your eyes and waking up refreshed. While you sleep, your brain is processing the events of the past few days. We use tonal music that stimulates certain brainwaves associated with the different types of sleep. In effect, we control your night. It's kind of like hacking the brain."

The thought of James, or anyone, messing with my head sent a shiver down my spine. But pills didn't work. Special diets, fancy beds, exercise regimens; none of those had worked either. This sleep study was my last chance to get a good night's rest. "When do we start?"

James pushed up his sleeve and glanced at his watch. "How long does it take you to get ready for bed?"

"Wait... now? It's still early!"

"According to the questionnaire, you've been sleeping an average of two hours a day. We'll have plenty of time to normalize your sleeping schedule, but for now, we have to get you rested up first. So, changing room is over there," he pointed towards a door in the back of the room. "Doubles as your bathroom. Take whatever time you need to get ready for bed. Remember, the more relaxed you are, the easier this goes. Just push the button on the wall when you are ready to turn in." And with that, my nerdy lab tech walked out of the room.

I looked around after the doors closed. Other than the bed, the room really was bare. I pushed my hand against the mattress, testing out the bed. Memory foam. Should be fine. The pillows were thick and fluffy. The sheets were soft and felt good against my arms. Good bed. I pushed down on the mattress, trying to see if the bed creaked. Quiet too.

A black dome in the ceiling caught my eye. The forms I'd signed said I might be recorded, but I hadn't expected the camera right over the bed. But then, I didn't expect anything I'd seen so far. All I knew about the study before I'd arrived earlier was what the ad in the school paper had told me. The study had a high success rate and paid a decent amount of money at the end. The money was a bonus. I just wanted some sleep.

I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. Lights turned on automatically. I slipped my overnight bag off my shoulder and unpacked. Toothbrush, paste, make-up. Fresh clothes for the morning and a nightie for bed. I unfolded the nightie and pressed it to my body before turning towards the mirror. The light pink dress ended a few inches before my knees. I instantly regretted not bringing pajama pants. I know for next time. The nightie might cover me up, but not as much as I want. I didn't think I'd be recorded.

I pulled my chestnut hair up into a ponytail, then slipped out of my day clothes. I unhooked my bra as well, letting the lacy white garment slip down my arms to join the rest of my discarded clothes on the floor. Left in nothing but a pair of thong undies, I pulled the nightie over my head and let the loose nightshirt settle over my skin. When I looked in the mirror, I could see my nipples pressing against the cotton. Great. James is going to love this.

My bare feet slapped against the cold tiles as I left the bathroom. With my arms crossed over my chest, I pushed the red button on the wall. In seconds, James was back in the room with me. Was he just waiting outside?

"All set then?" he asked. "Do you need a glass of water or something before we start?"

I shook my head. I want to sleep, not talk to you all night. "Let's get started. I really hope this works."

"Well, hop up on the bed and get comfortable. I have to get a few things queued up. Back in a minute." James disappeared into the small monitoring room.

I climbed onto the bed and slipped under the warm sheets. The light above me dimmed before changing from soft white to a multicolored rainbow that shifted randomly. "Pretty..."

"And functional," James said as he walked towards the bed. "The lights respond to the music. The combination of aural and visual stimuli increases the chance of success nearly tenfold."

"As long as I pass out, I don't care what you have to do."

James laughed and picked up the headphones. He slid the soft leather cups over my ears and adjusted the headband. Satisfied with the fit, he pulled a cup away from my ear for a moment. "Comfortable?"

With half a yawn, I answered. "Yes. Thank you."

"Good." The ear cup pressed back to my head. As soon as it did, soft, melodic music filled my ears. That's pretty too...

My eyes grew heavy almost instantly. The shifting lights danced above me as the music lulled me to sleep. But before my eyes closed completely, James touched my leg, trying to get my attention. His hand lingered on my thigh as he mouthed a few words that I didn't understand. But when he pointed towards the small monitoring room, then back to himself, the meaning was clear. I gave him a thumbs up and dropped my head back to the mattress. I was so distracted with the lights above me that I didn't notice just how long his hand seemed to hover on my thigh, or how James slipped his palm down my leg, nearly to the ankle, before pulling away.

My eyes shut. The music rose and fell, shifting constantly. I tried to concentrate on the otherworldly tones, but my mind fogged as the lights above me faded and bloomed along with the dulcet tones. Within minutes, I was asleep.

*****

My eyes fluttered open as I pushed myself up into a sitting position. The music had stopped and the room was dark. What time is it? I stepped from the bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, with a lightness in my step. I hadn't felt this good in months. But before I reached the bathroom door, a voice from behind me made me jump.

"Morning sleepyhead,” called James from across the room. "Or should I say, good afternoon?"

No way. It was barely dinnertime when I fell asleep. I turned around and when my eyes fell to James, he was wearing the same cocksure grin and white lab coat from yesterday, but something was different about the lab tech. Was he always so cute?

I shook my head as I stared at the man across the room. He hadn't changed physically, but somehow, I had butterflies in my stomach when I looked at him. And when he took a step closer, I felt a tingle between my legs. What the hell?

"Forget how to speak since yesterday?" he asked as he closed on me.

I ran a hand though my hair and took a step back. With every step James took, my body wanted him that much more. Something was wrong here. My hand closed around the door knob to the bathroom and I pushed the door open while still facing James. "I... I'm just not a morning person. Back in a minute."

As the door closed I caught a whiff of his aftershave. The heady scent of spices sent tingles over my skin. Before I knew it, my nipples were as hard as diamonds and pressing against the tight cotton nightie. I had to grab onto the edge of the sink to steady myself as my knees grew weak.

What the hell is happening?! Could too much sleep do this? And since when did skinny lab geeks turn me on?

James knocked on the door. "Hey, want anything to eat? Or some coffee? I know a great place right off campus."

Ohh God, he's asking me to breakfast! But as the rational side of my brain struggled with my strange feelings towards James, another part of me wanted to open the door and push him to the ground. Or maybe I would fall to the floor in front of him. James likes me on my knees.

"What the hell?!" I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water over my face, trying to clear out the thoughts of me and James. He's not my type. This is wrong. But when I stepped into the shower, a new voice rose up within me. And the voice wasn't my own. It was James'.

"What is your type? When was the last time you've had a man inside of you?" The voice asked. "James would be good to you. I would be good to you. I would make you feel so good..."

I shut my eyes tight as hot water beat against my skin. Got to get myself together. Got to snap out of this. But those thoughts died a quick death when I turned around in the small shower and the water sprayed across my hardened nipples. The simple touch of the shower's spray against my sensitive nubs were enough to send me into convulsions. I wasn't sure when my hand dropped between my legs, but it didn't leave again until I came a minute later.

Breathing heavily, I stepped out of the shower, leaving watery footprints on the clean, white tile. I wrapped myself in a towel as I tried to process everything. Is this just what being rested feels like? Have I simply forgotten how horny I used to be? I liked this line of reasoning better than the only other explanation that came to mind. I was either horny or I was crazy. I'll take horny every time.

With that behind me, I started my morning routine. Teeth and hair were brushed, then I put on my face. But when I took out my eyeliner case, with various shades of powder to choose from, I found myself dipping the tiny applicator into a color I never used. James likes green. James will think I'm pretty.

The thought made no sense, but I didn't question it. When I was done with my make-up, I slipped into my day clothes and stepped out of the bathroom. And when I opened the door to find James waiting for me outside, my heart skipped a beat. I batted my eyes and smiled.

He pointed towards his own eyes as he spoke. "I like the green. It's my favorite color."

"Thank you."

"So... hungry?"

My stomach growled. What's wrong with breakfast? A girl's got to eat. "I could go for something to eat." But as I finished the sentence, my eyes drifted down to his crotch. I saw myself on my knees again, this time with my hand slowly reaching into his pants to pull out his thick cock. Good girls get to swallow.

I had to get out of here. If I stayed around James any longer, I wasn't sure if I'd be able to control myself. Even now, as I looked at him, my heart beat faster and my fingers flexed as they grabbed at imaginary cocks. "But I just remembered, I have class! I uhh, I have to go James. Sorry! Some other time!" I pushed past him, and when his hand brushed against my arm, I nearly froze and fell to my knees right there. But then I was through the swinging doors and headed down the hall, putting distance between me and the suddenly irresistible lab tech.

The strange feelings faded as I walked back towards my apartment off campus. I started to feel guilty about the ways I'd acted. James was only trying to be nice. And why would it be wrong if I thought he was cute? As for my desires, the more I thought about my urges, the more they made sense. James gave me back my sleep. Why wouldn't I feel something towards him for that?

But the rationalization didn't make me turn around. And when night fell, I stayed in my apartment. I laid down in my bed and pulled the sheets up to my chin before closing my eyes. But no matter how much I tossed and turned, no matter how many positions I twisted myself into, I couldn't fall asleep. I stayed up the next day and tried to sleep again that night, but after trying to pass out for half of the night, I gave up and climbed back out of bed.

I can't even nap anymore! My head dropped into my hands as I sobbed. I just want to sleep.

When the sun rose again, I laced up my shoes and stepped out the door. Over my shoulder was my overnight bag, filled with my toiletries and sleepwear. And when I walked back into the medical center on campus, James was standing in the hallway. When he saw me, a smile spread over his face and he waved me over.

"Missed you for the past few days. And when I tried to call, no one answered. Is everything okay?"

I stared down at my shoes. I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed. How could I answer his question? I couldn't tell him the real reason I ran away. "I got busy. Schoolwork and stuff..."

His hand fell across my shoulder and we walked back towards the sleep center. "Yeah, that happens. But you're back now. Think you'll be sticking to your schedule from now on?" I nodded and James smiled. "That's my girl. It's good to keep with the schedule. Now let's get you another good night's rest."

*****

I woke up as soon as the music turned off, just like I had for the past week now. James had been right when he said he would be controlling my sleep. As soon as the headphones started pumping the melodic music into my ears and the lights above me shimmered, my eyes shut until morning. And when I woke up, I felt great. My mind was clear, my body relaxed. My only complaint was that for the past couple of days, my butthole was sore. I was too embarrassed to tell James so I wrote it off as sleeping weird in bed.

When I walked into the bathroom and the lights turned on, I caught my reflection in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. I looked good with my new blonde hair. I'd dyed it two days ago after getting a sudden urge to change things up. James likes blondes. My eyes slipped to my body next. The two pink disks of my nipples were plainly visible under my white chemise. The sheer material did a poor job of hiding my skin, but it was comfortable. And peeking out from just below the hemline of my lingerie was my hairless mound. James likes my outfits.

I showered quickly, then dried off and got dressed. A tight shirt, high skirt, and tall heels were all I brought today. For a moment I questioned why I hadn't packed any underwear, but only for a moment. James likes my outfits.

I stepped out of the bathroom and sadness filled me when I didn't see him in the room. He was usually waiting for me when I stepped out of the shower. Why wasn't he here now?

Get out now! If he comes back it'll be too late!

I pushed the stray thought from my head and filled the empty space with thoughts of James. I smiled as I walked towards the small observation room, hoping he was inside. He wasn't, but his computers were all running, bathing the tiny office in a pale glow from the many monitors. He'll be back soon. I just have to stay here and wait.

And as I waited curiosity got the best of me. I knew I shouldn't have touched the computers, but I wondered what James was doing in here at all hours of the night. I sat down at the terminal and clicked on a folder named "B_Lawson_CCTV." Inside the folder were dozens of files with generic time stamps for names. There was also a single subfolder at the bottom of the listing, marked "Sub_BL_waudio."

The subfolder opened, displaying eight more video files. But these files lacked the time stamps. They were just numbered with a date. I clicked on one and waited for it to load. When it finally did, I saw myself lying in bed. My eyes were closed and the headphones were on. Rainbow light bathed me as I slept. I almost turned the video off out of boredom, but as I dragged the mouse towards the little red X in the corner, movement on the screen caught my eye.

James had entered the room. And the lights above my bed had shut off. What's he doing? I watched as he moved to the edge of the bed, then pulled my sheets down, exposing my whole body as I slept. What the hell? His hand drifted up my legs. A smile spread over my sleeping features and I saw myself squirm under his touch as it climbed higher. His hands slid under the simple pink nightie I wore, only to return a moment later, clutching the waistband of my panties.

What the fuck?! His hands wandered under my nightie once more, and by the faces I was making, and the way I'd spread my legs wide, I knew he was touching me intimately. I closed the video. The date was from my first night of the sleep study. Seven more videos sat unopened. I hesitated before clicking another.

A second video opened and within a minute, James was by the bed. This time I watched as he rolled me onto my side and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. His fingers traced my lips and stroked my cheek until my lips parted and my mouth opened. He smiled and unzipped his pants before pulling out his cock. His head pressed against my lips, then disappeared into my mouth.

My fingers ran across my lips as I watched the video. What the hell is going on? How could he be doing this? Why don't I remember? In the video, my hand rose from under the sheets and grasped his hard cock. My head dipped forward and my hand slid along his shaft as I took James deeply into my mouth. My eyes stayed closed the entire time.

The next video showed James tapping me on the shoulder before I kicked off the sheets and rolled out of bed. The headphones never left my ears and my eyes never opened as I dropped to my knees in front of him. My small fingers worked the button on his fly and I pulled his cock out; stroking him until he was as hard as steel. I watched until his hand fell to the back of my head and he pushed me forward against his crotch. His body jerked before he pulled himself away from me. I saw myself swallow, then open my mouth, sticking my tongue out for inspection.

My stomach flipped. I closed the video and opened another. James was on top of me and my legs were spread wide. I couldn't see his cock, but there was no question that he was fucking me while I smiled. The next video showed him fucking me as well, but this time he took me doggie style. I saw my breasts bouncing as he pushed himself into me again and again.

I have to get out of here! I have to tell someone!

I didn't move. Instead, I opened the remaining two videos. What I saw explained why I'd woken up with a sore asshole for the past two nights. The first video showed James spreading my cheeks before pushing himself into me. The second video showed me spreading for him. He fucked hard.

"Like what you see?" said a voice from behind me.

My heart jumped into my throat as I turned on James. "You fucking asshole! You are in some shit now!"

He just smiled at me. "Ohh come on Britney, it's not like you didn't enjoy it. Turn up the volume a bit and listen to those moans you make. Or how you begged me last night to take you up the ass."

"I'd never ask for that! There is no way I enjoyed any of that you sick fuck!"

His eyebrow raised and his eyes slid down my body. "Then why are you touching yourself Britney? Why are your tits hard and your cunt wet?"

"It's not..." I looked down and saw my hand, or rather my arm. My hand was hidden between my legs and for the first time since I'd started watching the videos, I realized that my fingers were buried deep inside of my pussy. My clit throbbed and my asshole clenched. What the hell did he do to me?!

I pulled my hand out from between my legs. "Get out of my way!" I tried to dash by the lanky lab tech, but I didn't get far. His hand wrapped around my wrist before pulling me backwards. I lost my balance and fell into his open arms. As his grip on me tightened, I felt my feet leave the ground. He was carrying me back towards the bed. And in his hand were half a dozen thick leather straps.

"No! No no no! Let me go you freak!" I kicked uselessly in the air as I twisted and squirmed to no avail. "Let me go!"

His lips tickled my ear as he spoke. "Shhh. This is just a little setback Britney. This steps up the timetable a bit, but it shouldn't be a problem."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Seriously? You don't understand what's going on yet? I'm glad I had you dye your hair blonde."

Wait, what? "You didn't make me dye my hair. I just wanted something different!"

He chuckled as he threw me to the bed. I tried to scramble off of the other side but James was too fast for me. Before I could stop him, he had my wrist in a leather cuff lined with fur. He explained everything as he climbed on top of me. I struggled as best as I could, but even with his skinny arms, I couldn't overpower him.

"You dyed your hair because I implanted the thought into that empty little head of yours while you slept. Just like how I got you to dress in lingerie last night or in that slutty little skirt you're wearing now. And when you go back to sleep, I'm going to finish training you. When you wake back up, all I'll have to do is snap my fingers and you'll drop to your knees and wrap those lips of yours around my cock. And if I snap again, you'll spread your legs and let me fuck you. Cunt or ass, it won't matter. You'll beg for both."

His words hit me like a truck. The clothes, the hair, the make-up. It was all James. Ohh God this is real. This is real! He's going to brainwash me! He's going to turn me into a sex doll! "Please! Let me go James. We can still go out. We could be good together without all this. And I won't tell anyone. I promise!"

He finished tightening the last of the restraints that he'd attached to the posts of the bed. With my wrists and ankles secured in thick cuffs and a wide leather strap across my chest and stomach, I wasn't going anywhere. He smiled as he picked up the headphones. I shook my head violently but he managed to fit the cups over my ears regardless. He walked away.

"Why are you doing this?!"

That stopped him. He turned back around and pulled one of the earpieces off. When I looked into his eyes, fury burned behind his glasses. "Because I can. And because girls like you won't talk to me unless they need something. You all want me to do your homework or fix your computers. Well it's my turn to get something from one of you." He leaned in close, his face hovering inches above my own. "Don't worry though. I'll make sure you're happy when I'm done with you. You won't know any better. I'll fuck you hard, make you moan, and put you away wet. Then when I'm done with you, you'll go about your day like normal. You'll love being nothing more than a hole for my cock."

The earpiece snapped back against my head. I screamed again but James didn't care. Above me, the rainbow lights started to dance. Soft music filled my ears. My eyes grew heavy. I tried to fight the sleep that wanted to take me, and for a minute I succeeded by screaming so loud that I couldn't hear the music. But James ended my resistance with a thick rubber ball gag wedged between my teeth. I couldn't tune out the music after that. My eyes closed and the soft sounds carried me away.

*****

My jaw hurt as I opened my eyes. James was leaning over me, smiling. Deep dimples dug into his cheeks and his glasses hung down off of his nose. His eyes sparkled with warmth. I tried to smile back but something was stopping me. It wasn't until he tugged the ball gag from my mouth that I got the chance to show him how happy I was that he was here with me.

I love James. He is my Master. I am his servant. James makes me happy.

"How's my girl doing? Did you sleep well?"

I nodded quickly.

"Such a good girl. And I think good girls should get rewarded. Don't you agree?"

I nodded again. I'm a good girl. James is my Master. He makes me happy.

"Does my good girl want to be fucked? Would that be a good reward?"

Like a bobble-head, I nodded again. I love James. His cock makes me happy.

"Well then, what kind of guy would I be if I said no to my girl?" He climbed up onto the bed.

I craned my neck as I watched him. He hadn't loosened my restraints so raising my head off the pillow was about all I could do. The cuffs from last night had me spread-eagle on the bed and unable to move. I hoped he would remove the restraints so I could run my hands all over his perfect body, but it wasn't for me to ask to be let go. If Master wanted me strapped down, then I would stay strapped down.

Wake up Britney.

His pants were off now. I could see his cock, thick and strong, as it bobbed in front of him. I tried to wiggle my hips and spread my legs wider, but with all of the leather bindings, I could barely move an inch. "Please fuck me James. Take my pussy. I'm so wet!"

He pushed up my shirt, exposing my breasts. My nipples were hard, and had been since I'd woken up. I gasped as he wrapped his fingers around my pink peaks and twisted them harshly. His touch hurt at first, but morphed into something wonderful. Yet the pleasure from his hands on my breasts was a pale shadow compared to the feeling of his cock piercing me for the first of what I hoped was many times today.

He drove his hips forward."Ohh! You feel so good James. So big!" Inch by wonderful inch, my Master slid into me. His cock hit against my back wall and sent shudders through my body. I pulled against the leather cuffs, trying to grab at him, but all I could do was lie there as he slid back out. It was maddening. "Please fuck me James! Fuck me hard!"

He smiled and dropped down to plant a kiss on my mouth. And as soon as he pulled his head away, his hips drove forward again, hard and fast. My body shook again. Each thrust was like heaven and soon enough the intense pressure that I'd feel in my core before I came started to build. With every stroke my Master brought me closer to my impending orgasm. But I couldn't get it yet. I had to wait for James. His pleasure was my pleasure.

A steady stream of moans escaped from my mouth. The rhythm of his hips increased, making it that much harder to resist coming before my Master. But now that he was thrusting faster, I could see he was close too. And when his hips finally stopped, I nearly screamed. My whole body shook as an orgasm rushed through me. And as my pussy clamped down on James, his cock swelled, filling me with his load.

James is my Master. His cock makes me happy.

My Master collapsed on top of me, with his cock still buried within, pumping cum deep into my body. Another wave of pleasure rolled over me as he kissed my neck. His fingers worked the straps of my wrist restraints while my hands flexed and my toes curled down.

James makes me come. His cock makes me happy.

My hands slipped free of the wrist cuffs. James pulled out and went to work on the ankle restraints next. I hugged myself while I waited.

James is my Master. James is a bad man.

My brow wrinkled. I looked up at my lover and questioned the tiny voice in my head. Images of angry eyes and heated words filled me. James is a bad man. Wake up Britney. Run! My hands fumbled with the chest restraints. My feet were free now and James helped by loosening the stomach strap while I worked the one across my chest. My head pounded and my heart raced as I rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Run! James is my Master. Master is a bad man. His cock makes me happy.

I closed my eyes and tried to sort out the voices in my head. My memory was fuzzy, but I remembered the anger I'd felt for him yesterday. What happened? I tried to remember, but my head just hurt more. Something was wrong. Run Britney! Just run! I started to stand.

But when I felt a tap on my shoulder, the voices didn't matter anymore. James needed me. Master needed me. My eyes opened and I came face to face with his glistening cock, still wet with my juices. I lifted my eyes towards James'. He smiled and pointed at his dick. "I think my girl knows what to do when she's on her knees."

My hand wrapped around his shaft without thinking about it. My mouth opened and my head slid forward. My body was on autopilot and all I could do was watch as his cock slipped between my lips, with the taste of his salty cum mixed with my sweet juices landing on my tongue. My head bobbed quickly while my tongue lashed out, making sure to lick every square inch of his shaft.

Why can't I remember? Why is James bad? As I sucked, I ran through old memories in my head. I remembered my first day in college, and my first sleepless night too. I remembered friends, teachers, co-workers. But as I came closer to the present, my mind turned to mush. All I could remember was James. James is my Master. James makes me happy.

He tapped my shoulder again. His cock popped free of my mouth as my body dropped to the floor in front of him. My hips rose while my head dropped to the ground. My asshole tensed, then relaxed. I knew what was coming. Master wanted my tight asshole. And I wanted to give it to him. But another memory, an older memory, pushed its way to the surface of my thoughts.

My first boyfriend in college. Big, strong, handsome. He'd tried to take my ass once and the pain drove me to tears. I vowed that day that I'd never try it again. James in my ass makes me happy. James is my Master. James is a bad man.

James did this. James broke me.

His hands fell to my hips as he moved into place behind me. My heart started to race as his hands ran over my ass cheeks. He slapped one side, then the other.

"Spread those cheeks. Show me that asshole. Tell me how much you want it."

No. I hate anal. James is a bad man. "I... I don't..." My mouth was dry and my head pounded with every word that formed on my tongue. "I don't want you... I don't want you in my ass!" I tried to stand up, but James just pushed me to the floor. He tapped me on my shoulder again. Like a reset switch, I pushed my ass back into the air and dropped my head to the floor. James in my ass makes me happy.

"Well I was hoping that last session would have been enough, but I guess not." His hands dropped back to my hips. "Another round tonight should fix your attitude problem though. Now show me that asshole Britney. Don't you want to be my good girl?"

I tried to fight James, but my body wouldn't obey. My hands reached back and pulled my cheeks apart. I closed my eyes as he pressed forward, and grit my teeth when his thick member pushed against my tight hole. His hips thrust forward and I gasped, half in pleasure, half in pain. My mind fogged as my hands dropped back to the floor and I pushed my hips backwards.

"That's my good girl. Take it all. Show me how much you want that cock in your ass."

James just held my hips. He wasn't the one thrusting this time. As he knelt behind me, I pushed myself backwards and pulled myself forward, taking his dick as deep as it would go. He barely fit, and each time I impaled myself on his rod, pain flooded me. But underneath the pain was a sea of pleasure. Each thrust sent my clit wild, begging to be touched. My fingers dipped between my legs and slowly rubbed my aching button.

"Look at you now. See how much you like being my little bitch? And tomorrow you'll crave it even more. Every night, I'll teach you new commands. Every night, you'll love me just a little bit more. Doesn't that sound nice?"

James is my Master. James makes me happy. "Yes Master." My hips picked up speed. "I want to be your bitch!"

James pulled me close, keeping me from thrusting backwards. I felt him swell again, and the thought of him filling my tight ass with his cum sent my hand wild over my clit. By the time he was done inside of me, another orgasm was rolling through my core. He pulled out and I sunk to the floor, letting my pleasure run its course.

He nudged me with a foot as he stood up. I turned over onto my back and looked up at my Master. Tall, lean, handsome. He was everything I wanted. James makes me happy.

"Clean up and get back in bed. You still need a little work. You want to be the best girl you can be for me. Right?"

"Yes James. I want to be your good girl. I want to be your little bitch."

*****

I sat in class and tapped my pencil against my desk as I watched the second hand slowly spin around. I was finally sleeping at night, but my grades were slipping even faster now. I didn't care though. All that mattered to me now was getting home to James so I could please him.

I caught the man next to me running his eyes up and down my body. He was big, with thick arms and a square jaw. Memories of old boyfriends, with equally big arms and chiseled abs, bubbled to the surface. What did I ever see in them? James is the only man I need. James makes me happy. But I let the man next to me look. James liked other men checking me out. That's why I wore my short skirts and low cut tops that he bought for me. They could look all they wanted, but my body was for Master only.

And as the class let out, I stood up quickly, making sure to bend over just enough that the muscled Adonis sitting next to me caught a peek of my perfect pussy as I bent over to get my book bag. When I heard him cough in shock, I smiled and straightened back up.

I hurried back home with thoughts of James, and only James, in my head. He'd fucked me before I went to class, but I was craving him again. Maybe if I hurried, he would let me suck him off before he went to the sleep lab. He'd been spending a lot of time there in the last few weeks, leaving me alone and horny in our shared apartment. But he promised he would be spending more time at home once the new girl was trained up.

I couldn't wait.

James is my Master. James makes me happy.