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Not visiting William the next day was one of the hardest decisions I had ever made in my life. I had played with myself the entire time I was talking to him on the phone and I could tell he was incredibly distracted, aroused even. I hoped that he ended up thinking about me even more when I hung up, but after my third orgasm, I was finally able to calm down and think about things rationally. I realized this thing between us was just an illusion right now, an arousing fantasy, but nothing more. I was pushing the conditioning to its limit and trying to push it even further was just too big of a risk.

I sat down, looked at the medical research I had reviewed a couple of weeks prior, and it all said the same thing—when it came to shifting things from just fantasy and words to actually doing something in reality, there had to be a much stronger foundation for the conditioning to sustain physical action. Katherine may have rushed things into the second phase, which meant she made Will’s mind more vulnerable to outside influence, but a situation that would challenge his beliefs too much would shatter the illusion immediately.

I had to that this therapy was built around him trusting a girl he already loved and just pushing him over the edge of one giant mental hurdle. It was never designed to completely change his outlook on someone or something. So even if he thought he was attracted to me right now, the whole thing would fold like a house of cards if I tried to move in even closer. I couldn’t be distracted by my early success, but I had to build upon it, adding my own layers of conditioning just as I had already started. One additional sentence here and there could make all the difference in the long run. I needed to build my own way into his mind, step by step.

I screamed into my pillows for a while, then went to a boxing lesson to let out frustration and only after returning home completely exhausted did I decide on a future course of action. Will hadn’t outright refused my photos, which mostly meant that I got lucky, but it also gave me a way to play with him a little bit more without risking a catastrophe. I could still talk with him every day, and I needed to use that to condition his mind with some new stuff. Meeting him might be too risky right now, but in couple of weeks? Well, that was an entirely different story. Especially if I worked on him remotely during this time. And he would, of course, be listening to that modified night file this entire time, driving my suggestions further and further into his mind.

I couldn’t afford to fuck this up. I just had to wait. Just a little longer, while Katherine pushed William into brainwashing himself for me. Just the thought made me wet again.

When Iris sent me an apology, saying that she couldn’t make it, it was incredibly disappointing. I read her message first thing in the morning and wanted to complain, but there was only Kathy around and I couldn’t really tell her. Iris still hadn’t talked to my fiancée about being back in my life and I needed to respect her secret, but that wasn’t the only problem. There was something else bothering me about the situation, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I made breakfast for Kathy, she left for work and I still felt unsettled. Even if my fiancée knew about Iris, I couldn’t tell her that my attractive friend was going to come into our house and parade around in nothing but her underwear, right? There was something weird about this situation, but it felt like the solution was just out of my reach. Eventually, I had to go through my morning workload and the issue slipped my mind completely.

After that it was time for my relaxation and suddenly each and every one of my worries vanished, just as it was supposed to. I was doing all this to feel safe and calm inside my home and that was exactly the sensation flowing through me as I finished the morning session. Everything was perfectly fine, I was at peace, surrounded by friends and there was nothing wrong with my life. Then the phone rang and I picked it up without thinking.

“Hiya, Will. Did you miss me?”

It was Iris calling and I had to pause for a moment. There was something I was unsettled about just this morning, I was sure about it, and it concerned her. Or did it? I was still half asleep after my relaxation and there was something playing on the other side of the phone line. It sounded almost the same as my soothing melody and it had just the same effect. Why was I bothered in the first place? I didn’t need something like that in my life; I just wanted to be happy and carefree.

“Are you there, William?” Iris asked and I realized that I hadn’t reacted yet, because I had gotten lost in my own thoughts.

“Yes, I am, Iris, sorry,” I apologized sluggishly. Even that felt like too much of an effort.

“Good, I don’t want to bother you, I just wanted to make sure you’re listening,” she adopted a softer tone.

“Yeah, I am,” I nodded automatically and settled back on the couch. Sitting down was more comfortable.

“Perfect, because I wanted to make sure you felt good about the situation. I really wanted to meet with you today.”

That was it, right? We were supposed to meet but then she had to cancel. It happened just a few hours ago and it still somehow slipped my mind. Then I ed the pictures she sent me. The sheer red bra. A jolt of arousal went through my body.

“Yeah, I wanted to meet you too,” I responded with the memory of that picture still in the forefront of my mind.

“Very good, Will. I want you to hold onto that longing to see me. All of our meetings felt very good, didn’t they?”

“Yeah, they did,” I agreed, not sure where she was going with this.

“So, it is fine for you to look forward to them, enjoy spending time with me and feeling fine with whatever happens when we are together.”

“It was always fine, Iris. Why wouldn’t it be?” I was getting confused, but it was hard trying to make any sense of her words when I was already this relaxed.

“I just want to make sure you always feel like that when we are together, Will,” she repeated.

“I always feel good with you, Iris,” I tried to comfort her, unsure why she would be worried about that.

“It is so nice to hear that from you. Can you say it again for me, Will?”

“I always feel good with you, Iris,” I repeated just as she asked.

It felt only too easy. The music in the background was so familiar and so relaxing, that I just leaned back into my couch and listened just as I had grown accustomed to doing over the past few months. Life became so much easier once I learned to let go of my worries and clear my head.

“Thank you for saying that, Will. I’m sure a lot of that is because you trust me and you trust my voice.”

“I trust your voice, Iris,” I echoed her words. My response was natural, automatic and felt like something I just had to do.

“Very good. And I want to build upon that trust. Making sure that you will be perfectly fine with whatever happens between us.”

“Happens between us?” I asked dreamily, not really having a clue what she was talking about.

“Shh, don’t worry about a thing, Will. I want you to just kick back and let me talk. There is nothing you need to do, there is nowhere you need to be, you can just listen to the pretty music and my voice.”

“Music and your voice, yeah.”

The words came out as barely a whisper. She was right, why should I bother when there was no need for it. I didn’t want to speak; it was easier to just let Iris talk and listen to her voice anyway.

“Good, just like that, Will. You are used to talking with me every day, so we’re just going to continue doing that. And while you keep feeling nice and relaxed, I’ll just remind you of how pleasant my presence and my voice are to you. You already think of me as a friend and someone you trust, but as we go along, I need you to feel even closer to me and that is something you want as well.”

This time I didn’t even try to whisper; it would take too much of an effort. I kept listening and thinking about Iris’s words. I did trust her, but what was that thing about me wanting to be closer to her?

“You might find that notion unusual at first, but let me put your mind at ease. You are home, perfectly safe and surrounded by friends, nothing bad can happen to you there, so this is a good thing. And my voice is so pleasant, so exciting and arousing, that it is just a joy for you to keep listening to whatever I tell you. And you’ll want to hear more of it.”

She wasn’t wrong—I always liked listening to Iris, but right now, her words were sending shivers down my spine and our talk had an air of excitement around it. Even if I had any inclination to speak, the last thing I wanted would be to try and stop her from talking to me.

“The truth is, you are a good person and you want to hear what your friends tell you, but that’s not all. You’ve worked very hard on trusting the people around you and you know listening to them is important. And being more receptive and agreeable is also something you want deeply. So deeply in fact, that it became almost automatic for you. You want to take the advice from your friends to heart.”

Something in her words resonated with my beliefs. I trusted my friends and I knew they wanted to help me. Being receptive and agreeable was something I aspired to and thanks to this new mindset, I was able to listen to the advice from my friends and accept it without any hesitation.

“That is why you’ll keep calling me every day and that is why you’ll want to listen to me talking, even though you won’t be able to that much after our discussion ends. It doesn’t matter, because you’ll just want to be closer to me, Will and you’ll try very hard to make it happen.”

I needed to get closer to Iris. It was so simple and it made sense. Why wouldn’t I want to be closer to my friend. My thoughts were flowing with glacial speed, but I was still able to listen and learn.

“Getting closer to me means you’ll have to trust me completely, agree with everything I do and you’ll always want to make me happy. And your reward is being my friend, feeling just as good and excited as you feel right now. You don’t need to think about why that is and you don’t even want to dispute it, because I told you how things are and you trust your friends implicitly.”

I did. I trusted my friends more than I trusted myself and her words filled me with a longing to be there for her and to do everything in my power to make her day better. Suddenly I felt that need very strongly.

“I can’t really delay you much more, Will, so this call will soon end, but after I hang up, you won’t think much about what we talked about. There is no need to the exact words. You just have to the need of being close to me and making me happy. You won’t find the urge weird at all, because I am your friend, you trust me completely and whatever happens between us is perfectly natural...”

After finishing the call with Iris, I realized how bad of a friend I had been lately. We talked every day and each time I was barely able to recall what we talked about. She even had to carry the conversation most of the time, because I tended to space out. I felt bad about all that and decided to be a better friend to her from now on and I would start by calling her every day even sooner and listening to every word she told me. Her voice just stirred something incredibly exciting deep inside of me, arousing even.

That thought reminded me of the pictures she sent me and I mindlessly unlocked my phone to check them out again. I paused for a second—was it weird to look at my friend’s picture only in her underwear? The thought faded away almost immediately. Everything that was between me and Iris was perfectly natural...

Almost a week had gone by since I sent my photos to Will and I managed to keep my excitement under control. Taking a step back and proceeding with additional reinforcement seemed like the right way to go after all. Sure, some of that was just a repetition of things he had already been conditioned to, but I was strengthening them and adding a little something on top. It wouldn’t last, but that’s why I reinforced new ideas during our daily calls, while his nightly sessions worked on his sex drive. It was annoying that I couldn’t do more, but there was a limited time in a day and William was already having some problems with how much time he lost to the conditioning.

All those hours spent listening to the relaxation music were taking their toll and additional hour or so we spent talking every day piled on top, which meant he needed to work late, which didn’t make his boss or fiancée happy. I wouldn’t mind that normally, but I was worried about raising suspicion with Katherine. Will was already conditioned to not talk about me with her, so I could cross off that problem, but she could still find out about my presence by accident and that wasn’t a risk worth taking.

But while I was thinking about how to solve that and still keep conditioning Will every day, we had a major breakthrough when he disclosed his special therapy to me of his own volition. I almost wanted to jump up and down, when he started talking about it, but I was able to contain my excitement. It may have looked like a small thing, but it was the best guarded secret of their household and telling me everything meant we broke through another layer of trust. It also meant that I didn’t need to tiptoe around the topic worried that mentioning of his therapy would set off some kind of an alarm. The next step would be building directly on it, but I needed to think about my options in that regard. However, there was one additional exciting thing Will touched upon during our last conversation and it just made my day.

She did it! Apparently, Katherine got so frustrated by Will’s time management that she searched for a place to let out some steam and found solution in the one thing I had hoped for—the metronome she received as a gift from the therapist. She was already using in for a couple of days and according to William, it seemed to have an effect and calm her down at least a little.

Which meant it worked.

Which meant I could use that to slowly shift her perceptions of the situation.

I thought about it during the week and realized she wouldn’t be as susceptible to influence as William. The metronome was made mostly for relaxation purposes and not as something transformative, but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a space to push. Especially if listening to that recording became a habit for her, which I hoped for desperately. It also meant that I couldn’t sneak my own voice in there, or anyone else’s for that matter, because Katherine would notice that immediately. But what if some of the words she said were slightly altered? She might not notice at all or attribute it to mising the line she said. And although I couldn’t mimic her voice exactly, modern technology could. And just in case something like this happened, I was already training my little AI friend to perfectly simulate the voice of Will’s fiancée. Now there was only one question: what should it say exactly?

The days and weeks flew by at the speed of light and it felt like I didn’t have time for anything but work and therapy. Since I had started listening to those conditioning sessions, everything moved much faster, but I had to it that I felt more at peace. Still there were parts of my life that I no longer had time for and I accepted that downside as an investment. This procedure wasn’t going to last forever and once I overcame my problems, I would have more time for my hobbies again.

Kathy was understanding in the beginning, but grew impatient after long weeks of slow work and almost no progress. It was understandable because I had less time for her and that was an addition to my non-existent performance in the bedroom. Before we started this therapy, I at least had time to give her sensual massages, play with her body using my hands and tongue, but when hours of my day just went away with the blink of an eye, it was harder to find time and energy. Even though over these last few days, I had experienced some heightened arousal around her, the peak was mostly during the mornings, when she was about to leave, but I took that as a sign of good progress.

She found her way to deal with the situation and ease some of that dissatisfaction. Our therapist had sent her a metronome with relaxing melody, pretty similar to mine and her soothing words had been rearranged into a self-assuring meditation and it seemed to work. We talked about our problems and even though we both knew this thing would take months, she grew impatient and annoyed. Now it finally looked like she would be able to relax and give my therapy the time it needed and I firmly believed that we’d both feel better in time. I’ve already seen some shifts in myself, though it was hard to analyze everything that changed in my life.

My friend Iris came back into my life unexpectedly after a long time and some unimportant disagreement that had kept us apart for way too long and since she returned, everything seemed to be just a bit better. Kathy still didn’t know about her, but that was only for the best, because she would be irritated by Iris and I didn’t want to hurt her. So, I kept it as a secret for now and the foreseeable future, even though at times it felt weird for my fiancée to not know. It was so good to have Iris around that I didn’t worry that much about the whole situation being a little unusual. The secrets, her absence and that disagreement I couldn’t even recall now, it all just went away once I heard her voice and we started talking.

And we talked quite a lot. I made sure to call her every day, right after my relaxation. I was often not entirely there, but Iris didn’t seem to mind and she was just happy I called. And I needed to call her every day, because I wanted to be even closer to her. It became a matter of great importance for me to impress her and make her happy. That was why I decided to tell her about my therapy even though Kathy and I agreed that it would be our secret. Iris needed to understand how important she was to me and that I trusted her completely. I felt the need to impress her getting stronger day after day and I just hoped it didn’t come off as too clingy, but every time I called her, she seemed happy and praised me for being a good friend.

I did have some complicated feelings for Iris though. Lately she had been appearing in my dreams and they were not the workplace-friendly type; some of them were very arousing and I would wake up in the morning with the image of my semi-naked friend still in my mind. Maybe it all stemmed from the pictures she sent me and my imagination just did the rest, but it felt like something more profound.

Thinking about her body was making me excited and there was nothing wrong with those sensations. Iris was beautiful, sexy, and desirable and there was no shame in being enticed by her body. My levels of arousal were just slowly rising around Kathy and it probably only meant that I was overcoming my fears and becoming more excitable, which was only a good sign. I stopped being unsettled after few days and I attributed all of those changes to my therapy. Normally I would be nervous about unexpected developments in my life, but my conditioning helped me to stop overthinking and be more at peace with how things were.

It looked like everything was just getting better and better. My sex drive was slowly strengthening while Kathy was more accepting with the procedure taking some time and I had my good friend Iris back in my life. I just had to make sure to be closer to her so I would never lose her again. That was why I decided to tell her about my therapy and how things were between me and Kathy. It was important she knew everything about me and I wanted to show that I didn’t keep any secrets from her. And it seemed to work, because she asked me a lot of follow-up questions, so I definitely got her interested. It was easy to realize that I just needed to make her happy and everything would be fine. Things had fallen into a new rhythm and I called Iris after my morning relaxation.

“Hello, William, how nice it is to hear from you,” she greeted me with a cheerful tone.

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” I said, smiling as I settled down in my chair. Our calls were so relaxing, that I tended to just sit or lay down most of the time.

“I’m sure you did,” she replied and a faint music started playing in the background. So similar to my soothing melody, almost the same. “Calling me like this every day makes you feel so much closer to me, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does, Iris,” I sighed, feeling relieved she saw it the same way. It would be bad if my calls were too intrusive.

“That’s good, now tell me about your day, William, and don’t spare any detail.”

I was happy that Iris took so much interest in my day-to-day life and I proceeded with recounting the events of the twenty-four hours since we spoke last. There was nothing exciting really happening during that time, but Iris listened patiently and encouraged me to continue anytime I slowed down. I had more and more trouble with concentrating, though, because the melody on her side steadily grew louder and I more relaxed as the time went by. I knew that I had to continue talking, but it was just so hard to produce meaningful sentences when I was this drowsy. After I finished talking, there was no strength left in me to ask her about her day, or anything else for that matter. I just sat in my chair, listening to the music coming to me from the other side, perfectly calm and happy.

“Very good, Will. You have already grown accustomed to calling me every day and now you are happy with telling me anything I want to know. It must feel nice, having a friend you can share everything with. A friend you can trust completely.”

“Yeah, it is,” I smiled widely. I couldn’t the last time I felt this content.

“And you love our little talks as well. When wind down like this, you just want to listen to my voice and believe everything I tell you. Why wouldn’t you? You are safe, at home and you worked so hard on being receptive and agreeable, that it is automatic at this point. You want to hear the things I tell you and agree with them, because that was always your goal. You want me to help you and to do that, you need to listen to me and trust the things I tell you. Tell me you understand that.”

“I understand, Iris,” I replied, softly, unable to speak any louder. I knew what I had to do though; I needed to agree with her.

“Good, because when you are this relaxed, you no longer want to care or decide, it is much better if you just listen to the things you are told. Especially, when it is me who is talking. You can’t help yourself but to agree with the things I tell you, Will and it all feels perfectly natural to you.”

I didn’t respond this time and just kept listening to Iris’s words. They were unusual, but on some deep level I already knew she was right. This was something perfectly normal, something I had been aspiring to.

“And we will continue working on this, because you want to get even closer to me. That’s why you’ll call me again and again, each and every day, because you want to enforce the bond we have. The bond which fills you with the need to be close to me, to make me happy and fulfill my wishes, while I’ll keep telling you what to think and what to believe. And right now, you believe that you love our little dynamic, and it will make your life much better in every aspect.”

I believed her. Everything seemed to be much better since the moment she returned to my life and I didn’t want to go back. I needed to keep Iris in, to do everything in my power to make her happy.

“Oh, and this whole thing stays between us. You don’t want to share me so you won’t tell anyone else about me and about how important I became for you. Your friends do not need to know, your fiancée doesn’t need to know and neither does your therapist, am I clear?”

“Yes, Iris,” I replied meekly. I didn’t want to share her, so I didn’t want to talk about her.

“Very good. I’m glad we are on the same page. Now since you are this agreeable, I think it is time I pay you another visit and see how much things changed since the last time we spoke, would you like that?”

“Yes, Iris,” I managed to respond a little louder. I really wanted to see my friend and the thought of being close to her excited me.

“Perfect. Maybe this time I will let you look at that underwear set you liked so much, but only if you’ll be a good boy for me, Will. A good boy who listens, does what he is told and maybe has a nice gift prepared for me when I arrive, will you be that good boy for me?”

My mind was immediately flooded with images of Iris in her underwear. The photos I went back to time and time again during these past weeks. And every time I looked at them, it seemed that her body was more arousing than before. Suddenly it didn’t matter what she was talking about, I just needed to make sure she came to see me.

“I’ll be your good boy, Iris,” I replied, my mouth suddenly dry.

“I know you will,” Iris replied with certainty in her voice. “It’s because you want to be my best friend and make me happy. And you know what makes me happy? When you give me nice things, act subserviently around me and do what you are told.”

Then she said something else and hung up. I was left sitting in my living room and slowly waking up from a dream. A dream about my incredibly sexy friend. I couldn’t quite what we talked about, but the important thing was, that Iris was finally coming over and I needed to get ready for her. I paused, trying to figure out what exactly that meant, but it seemed quite simple. I had to make Iris happy and what was the best way to do that with a girl? Probably to have some nice gift prepared when she came to visit.

I knew I should get to my tasks so I didn’t end up working late and not having time for Kathy again, but this was a one-time opportunity and it was important. I couldn’t stand the thought of Iris being unhappy with me and I needed to get closer to her. I went up to my computer and started browsing the web. I needed to impress Iris with my gift, to have something nice for her, something she would really like. Maybe a piece of clothing would be the best choice? But I didn’t have her measurements, so something stretchy might be a good option. Still, I had to at least guess her size.

I looked at my phone and pulled up the pictures she sent me. They gave me a pretty good idea of what I was looking for but at the same time I got excited. The search for a gift was forgotten as I unzipped my pants and took my suddenly hard dick in my hand. I couldn’t believe how sexy Iris’s body really was and how could I overlook that fact during all these long years. I picked up the pace as my eyes traced her naked skin and I just wished I could see more of it. Even the semi-transparent bra seemed annoying and I just wanted to get rid of it. If only there was a way I could see my friend totally naked.

That thought sent me over the edge and a loud moan escaped my lips as the ecstasy of orgasm went through my entire body. I sat there panting for a long time, before I finally cleaned myself up and went back to searching for the perfect gift. I needed something amazing for Iris—of that I was certain.