He lasted a week. He made it a week without any contact with her before he gave up and had to talk to her. It wasn't just an urge; it was a deep-seated need, the need to have some kind of contact, any contact with her, just so that he could read or hear her words again.
<APyreInside81> Sam? Are you there?
<PhoenixMoon86> Hi.
<APyreInside81> Hi. It's good to talk to you again.
<PhoenixMoon86> I've been here all along. You could have talked to me anytime if you'd only wanted to.
<APyreInside81> Yeah, I did want to, but it's not that simple.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why not?
<APyreInside81> Well, I've been having a little problem lately...
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh? And why would it prevent you from talking to me?
<APyreInside81> Well, the problem has something to do with you.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh? How so?
<APyreInside81> I can't stop thinking about you. Every moment of every day, I just want to be with you and talk to you.
<PhoenixMoon86> As I said, I've been here this whole time. It's not like I was the one who refused to talk to you.
<APyreInside81> Yes, I know, I understand, but I was trying not to talk to you because I had the feeling that doing so isn't good for me.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why wouldn't it be?
<APyreInside81> I can't stop thinking about you. I'm worried about the effect this is having on my health.
<PhoenixMoon86> You seem to be hooked on me.
<APyreInside81> I guess I am.
<PhoenixMoon86> You know that with every word from me that you read, you become more so, right?
<APyreInside81> I guess so.
<PhoenixMoon86> And yet you still want more.
<APyreInside81> Yeah... I need more.
<PhoenixMoon86> That just proves that you want to be brought deeper into it.
<APyreInside81> Into what?
<PhoenixMoon86> Into your addiction and obsession. The fact that you keep coming back so that I can get you more addicted to me proves that you don't just need it, you want it. Deep down inside, it's what you really want.
<APyreInside81> I know you're right... I guess I just don't want to admit it.
<PhoenixMoon86> That's okay, you don't have to. I know the truth. But you admitted it anyway. And you will do so much to get what you need.
<APyreInside81> What do you mean? What will I do?
<PhoenixMoon86> I don't know. You need to figure it out.
<APyreInside81> I need to have an orgasm.
<PhoenixMoon86> So? You can go ahead and have one. I'm giving you my permission.
<APyreInside81> The problem is that I can't seem to have a proper one anymore.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why not?
<APyreInside81> I can't really describe or explain why... I'm just having a lot of difficulty attaining orgasm.
<PhoenixMoon86> Well, nothing wrong with difficulty.
Her joy in her words was palpable. He could clearly see her delighted smile, the sadistic smile of victory she was experiencing in the knowledge that she was making it hard for him to orgasm. And although he was not willing to admit it, even to himself, he couldn't help but feel happy too, happy that she was happy.
<APyreInside81> Are you happy that I've been unable to reach orgasm in the last few days?
<PhoenixMoon86> You are.
<APyreInside81> Why would I be?
<PhoenixMoon86> Because it's what you want. What happens to you when you don't orgasm?
<APyreInside81> It means that I'm easier for you to control. It means you can mess with my head, confuse me, plant erotic thoughts in my head.
<PhoenixMoon86> Isn't that what you want?
<APyreInside81> I asked you.
<PhoenixMoon86> It sounds like YOU want it. So YOU should be glad that you can no longer orgasm.
He was afraid. Afraid that she was right. But he wasn't going to admit it.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'm waiting for you to thank me.
<APyreInside81> Thank you for what?
<PhoenixMoon86> For making you unable to orgasm. For making you into the defenseless slut you always wanted to be.
<APyreInside81> That's not what I want.
<PhoenixMoon86> You can deny it all you want. We both know the truth.
<APyreInside81> No, I really have been trying to orgasm. I just seem to lack the ability to have a really satisfying orgasm. Like even if I manage to attain one, hardly anything comes out. The problem is that I've been so turned on for so long that after I orgasm, I still have so much cum left that it doesn't really empty me out.
<PhoenixMoon86> Good.
<APyreInside81> Why is that good?
<PhoenixMoon86> I like you dumb and full of cum.
<APyreInside81> Why?
<PhoenixMoon86> Because you like it.
<APyreInside81> I'm not sure if that's true.
<PhoenixMoon86> Yes you are. You know you want it and need it. You know that you want all that cum to be bottled up inside you, like a champagne bottle that you just can't get the cork off.
<APyreInside81> I can't stand it any longer. Please, Sam, I need an orgasm.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh, fuck yes, you're already at the point of begging. I love making you beg. Do you have any idea how wet I'm getting already? And your begging is just going to get more intense as you get more desperate.
<APyreInside81> Yes, I'm begging. I'm asking you to grant me an orgasm.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'm so happy. The next time we meet, I want you to get on your knees as soon as you see me. You'll do it right at the airport, where everyone can watch you. And your humiliation will make it a hundred times better.
His penis was throbbing painfully. And yet it wouldn't go over the edge of orgasm.
<APyreInside81> It sounds like you're not planning on relenting any time soon.
<PhoenixMoon86> Are you kidding me? We've only just begun. I need to go now, though... I urgently need to masturbate to a series of earth-shattering orgasms while I think about you being this weak and pathetic and helpless. You can sit there with your broken dick and think about me cumming over and over again. Never forget that I'm laughing at you, at how weak you are, at how much you need me. And remember: an orgasm is just a brief release from the desires that bind you. But if you lose your ability to orgasm, you will have never-ending pleasure: the pleasure of suffering for me.
*** PhoenixMoon86 has signed off ***
In control systems engineering, there is the concept of positive and negative feedback. Many systems are self-regulating: in engineering terms, their results, or output, "feed back" into their input and influence how they behave. Negative feedback is, for example, the type exhibited by a thermostat reaching its desired temperature: as the temperature approaches the desired value, the system stops reacting to it, since no correction is necessary. Positive feedback is the opposite, such as that exhibited by an amplifier fed back into itself: it increases the intensity of something in an endless loop, because the amplified output is fed back into the input, becoming louder still. Sam's brain had now reached an endless feedback loop like this: because he was sexually aroused, he wanted to relieve that sexual pressure, but not being able to do so was also a turn-on, meaning that the more aroused he became, the more arousing he found this experience of irreversible arousal.
If he could somehow release some of his sexual tension, he might have been all right. But the problem was that he had no release valve: normally, he could have eased his sexual tension by masturbating, but now, touching himself had become like touching a table. There was no sensation to it, no satisfaction from it. Reading her words was so much more sexually exciting than masturbating that masturbating had lost its ability to satisfy him. He needed more words from her. He needed to feel her hold on him, to experience the thrill of her messing with his thoughts and toying with his emotions to churn him into a sexual frenzy. Without the experience of her wonderful manipulation, he was unable to satisfy the powerful need he felt.
At the same time, however, the experience of being thus sexually trapped was also a turn-on for him, because he liked the fact that she had made him so sexually dependent on her. It was a sexual fantasy come true: he was her plaything, a weak toy so addicted to her that he would have done anything to experience her playing with him. That turned him on even more, which he would normally deal with by masturbating... but since he couldn't, his predicament turned him on still more, creating an endless loop of sexual arousal and intense thoughts about her that he couldn't control. With no way to physiologically or psychologically get himself out of this loop, he entered something of a state of mental stasis, as if his brain were a computer that had crashed. He could think only of her, only of the things she said and did to him. These thoughts were an order of magnitude more powerful than any other thoughts in his mind, and they drowned out the possibility of thinking about anything else.
This was, in fact, the beginning of a sequence of self-reinforcing events. Just as an audio signal undergoes successive layers of amplification as it passes and re-passes through an amplifier, Sam went through a repeated series of online encounters where every time, she would heighten and reinforce his state of sexual excitement and desire, then suddenly disappear, leaving him in a state of overwhelming arousal that he had no way of dissipating. He came to dread the thought of her leaving; every time she left, he was suddenly alone, and she would always leave suddenly to maximize the effect her leaving had. He came to understand, subconsciously if not consciously, that her absence meant regret, and her presence meant gratification.
Sam was arguably a man of questionable mental stability, especially after Sam had begun working on him, but he saw clearly enough to realize that it was best to distract himself from Sam if he wanted to stop thinking about her. The more you try not to think about something, the more you end up thinking about it through that very act of not thinking about it. So he did what many young men do when they have a lot of free time on their hands and no clear outlet through which to expend it: he got heavily into video gaming. This was something he, like many other young men, had already enjoyed before, but with a Sam-shaped hole now palpably gaping in his life, he decided to try to fill that gap by distracting himself. It didn't really matter whether he was playing shooting games, role-playing games, strategy games, or whatever-he just wanted something to get his mind off her.
It was also at this point that he opened an account on a dating website with the hopes of forgetting about his obsession. He reasoned that there are plenty of fish in the sea, and that he had erred by focusing too hard and too long on one particular woman. Surely, if he would just get himself out there into the dating pool and start talking to other women, he could forget about her, right? He just needed some time to meet new people, to reassert his humanity and his status as a person, to attain the new perspectives gained by talking to other people, and he would feel like a new man.
What he had not understood or accounted for, perhaps because he was inexperienced in matters of dating, was that women recognize a guy who is still trying to get over an ex, a man who is somehow too emotionally tied up in the past to be able to move forward, and will instinctively avoid a man who is emotionally unavailable. He had little success on the dating site despite seeing several interesting profiles and sending several well-intentioned messages to various women. He became well acquainted with the single response: many people on the Internet, when they receive a message which appears reasonably well-composed and polite, feel obligated to send a single conciliatory response, an answer which communicates that they appreciated the communication, but says nothing further. If he sent a response to this response, no further messages would be forthcoming. This pattern repeated itself again and again.
Finally, a woman ended up messaging him instead. It quickly became apparent that the woman was reasonably intelligent, attractive enough to not smash the sky with sheer hideousness, and most importantly, interested in talking to Sam, which were all the criteria that he was looking for in a woman at that moment. They got to talking for a while, and a few minutes of talking which turned into a few hours of talking then became a few days, and they kept talking, or rather, she kept talking. It was apparent that she was a fantastically boring person, the kind of person who would talk for literally hours about whether she should eat an apple or an orange, which probably helped to explain why she was single, but he didn't mind too much, because he was a boring person as well, and so perhaps they suited each other well that way. She would talk for no reason and he would listen for no reason. Surely there have been relationships that were sustained on a less compatible dynamic than that.
It might have gone on for much longer if the other Sam hadn't turned up after a few days and asserted herself.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why haven't I heard from you for a few days?
<APyreInside81> Was I supposed to message you?
<PhoenixMoon86> Of course. When we're not together, your job is to tell me how much you miss me when I'm gone.
<APyreInside81> I wasn't aware of that. Last time we talked, YOU were the one who went offline and left ME alone.
<PhoenixMoon86> Yes, and you were supposed to send me messages telling me how much you missed me and begging me to come back so we could talk some more.
<APyreInside81> Why would I ask you to talk to me if you don't want to talk to me?
<PhoenixMoon86> Because you want me and need me. All you have is me.
He was in a unique position, a position he hadn't been in before: what she was saying was no longer true. Now he had someone else, another woman to talk to. And he didn't have to do what Sam said anymore.
<APyreInside81> Not anymore. I found someone else.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh? Who?
<APyreInside81> A woman.
<PhoenixMoon86> Is she better than me?
<APyreInside81> She's more stable and reasonable than you.
<PhoenixMoon86> That's good to know. That means it won't last, because you don't want someone who's stable or reasonable.
<APyreInside81> What makes you think that?
<PhoenixMoon86> I know you. I know you well enough to know that you love a woman who has no limits, someone who'll do anything to you because you're a thing for her to use rather than a human being with your own independent will.
He thought about this one for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more he came to understand that she was right. She knew him better than he knew himself. And there was a passion, an intensity in his few minutes of interaction with Sam which he'd never felt in the days of talking to the other woman.
As usual, his prolonged silence confirmed to her that she was right.
<PhoenixMoon86> Where did you meet her?
<APyreInside81> On a dating site.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Give me the login and password to your dating site profile.
<APyreInside81> What? I'm not giving you that information.
<PhoenixMoon86> GIVE ME YOUR PASSWORD OR I WILL COME TO WHERE YOU LIVE AND MAKE YOU REGRET IT IN MORE WAYS THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE.
He told himself that he didn't really know why he did it, even though he knew perfectly well why. He could have just said no. It would have been easy to block her, to ignore her, or to just tell her no. But he gave her his password. There was something horribly wrong about it, something deeply violating about the knowledge that she was now reading all his private conversations with the other woman, and yet at the same time, that was precisely what made it so satisfying. He waited quietly for several minutes. He knew that during this time, she was probably copying-and-pasting all his conversations with the other woman so she could read them later. And yet he submitted to this treatment for reasons that he did not want to admit.
Finally, the message which he'd been awaiting arrived:
<PhoenixMoon86> I fixed your problem.
And then she was gone again. He logged into the dating site to see what she'd done. It was pretty much exactly as he expected: she'd sent the other woman a message from his account full of insults and obscenities, declaring that she was boring, a bitch, someone whom he had no desire to carry on any further contact with. Part of him wished that there was a way to delete messages on the site, but he understood that what was done was done, and it had to be this way.
The other woman was perhaps smarter than Sam had given her credit for, however. She perceived immediately that it was not the male Sam who had sent the message, but rather someone else: a woman. She showed up a few hours later and sent a message.
<TootieFrootie8746> Who's this woman who sent me this crazy message?
<APyreInside81> Just some psycho stalker ex-girlfriend... Sorry about that. You can just ignore her.
<TootieFrootie8746> So... She read all the messages that we sent to each other?
<APyreInside81> I'm not sure if she read all of them. She probably read some of them.
The situation was not without its comedy. But it was pretty clear where things lay.
<TootieFrootie8746> How did she get into your account?
<APyreInside81> I gave her the password.
<TootieFrootie8746> Why did you do that?
<APyreInside81> I don't really know.
<TootieFrootie8746> That's a lie.
He put his head in his hands for a moment. It was true: it was all a lie. He knew exactly why he'd given her his password. He knew exactly why it had all happened this way. He'd done it because Sam was more important to him than anyone else ever could be, and as intrusive as it might have been to let her read a private conversation with someone else, he was more willing to give Sam what she wanted than to do anything else.
<APyreInside81> I'm sorry.
<TootieFrootie8746> I'm sorry, too.
<APyreInside81> For what?
<TootieFrootie8746> I'm not willing to put up with this.
<APyreInside81> I wouldn't expect you to.
<TootieFrootie8746> You understand that means I'm gone, right?
<APyreInside81> Yes. I'm sorry this happened. I wish you all the best.
<TootieFrootie8746> You too. You should go back to her. It's obvious that you want to.
<APyreInside81> How is it obvious?
<TootieFrootie8746> Don't be stupid. Anyone would see it right away. You don't mind that she's a psycho stalker ex-girlfriend. You like that she is, because you want to get back together with her more than anything.
As had happened so many times between the Sams, his long pause indicated that she was right.
<TootieFrootie8746> I should have known. Don't contact me again. Goodbye.
He should have been sad. Sad that he'd betrayed TootieFrootie8746, someone who, after all, seemed like a nice person even if she was more boring than watching snails paint a wall. He should have felt guilty, cruel, and worthless. But somehow he could not. Somehow, he could only feel a quiet, happy satisfaction: she had chased off another woman. She had interjected herself into his life to make sure that he was not able to date anyone but her. And rather than feeling outraged, violated, or wronged, he saw that this was the fulfillment of their destiny together. Conventional wisdom would have said that it was unhealthy. Any therapist or counselor would have said that it was unhealthy for someone to do what Sam had done, to drive friends away because Sam only wanted to have a significant other in life, without friends on the side. But the Sams were united by their desire to turn fantasy into reality, to go beyond the boundaries of normal life and take their relationship to the next level of intensity. Her act of driving off someone who could have at least been a friend wasn't abusive; it was an act of love, and he realized that he loved her all the more for her having done it.
<APyreInside81> Sam? Are you there?
<PhoenixMoon86> Did you finish things off with her?
<APyreInside81> I did. She's not coming back.
<PhoenixMoon86> How do you feel?
<APyreInside81> I feel a lot of things.
<PhoenixMoon86> OK, tell me what they are.
<APyreInside81> I'm angry. Angry at you for making me feel this way.
<PhoenixMoon86> Are you really? I've never seen you angry, and have a hard time imagining you that way. How do you express your anger?
<APyreInside81> I don't know, I guess I'm not good at expressing it.
<PhoenixMoon86> Try it. Tell me something out of anger.
<APyreInside81> You're a bitch. A manipulative, predatory bitch.
<PhoenixMoon86> Is that really how you express your anger?
<APyreInside81> I guess so.
<PhoenixMoon86> I love it. Your rage, like your penis, is utterly impotent. I can clearly see that you are hopelessly weak, and will never even come close to matching me in terms of wits or wills. Particularly since you don't understand that you WANT me to be a bitch. You NEED to be manipulated, to be the prey to my predator. Picture me as a chameleon, and picture yourself as a fly who is hopelessly drawn to me by my vastly superior willpower and strength.
In Jane Eyre, the eponymous protagonist writes: "It little mattered whether my curiosity irritated him; I knew the pleasure of vexing and soothing him by turns". It has always been the prerogative of women to get under the skin of men for their own benefit or pleasure. It was in this world that the Sams now found themselves: he was constantly tormented by her provocations and then calmed by her sweetness, only to be provoked all over again when she felt like winding up his spring. She took a great pleasure in watching him react helplessly to all of this. He was indeed a puppet, a puppet whose strings she could strum like those of a musical instrument or yank like a pullcord; either way, he reacted exactly how she wanted him to.
<APyreInside81> I guess I'm more sad than angry.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why are you sad?
<APyreInside81> Because I want to be with you.
<PhoenixMoon86> Good. I like it when my absence makes you sad. It really turns me on to imagine you being sad because I'm not there. It means that your life only has meaning because of me.
<APyreInside81> You really are a sadist.
<PhoenixMoon86> Absolutely. I love that you feel bad when I'm not with you. It means you're all the more dependent on me for your happiness and for a reason to live.
<APyreInside81> More than anything, I feel that I love you.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'm so happy. I love you too, Sam.
<APyreInside81> Why do I love you so much when you're so possessive and controlling?
<PhoenixMoon86> Because that's what you want. You need a woman to take control of your life and take you as her possession. You're like a lost little boy. You need a strong woman like me to show you the way.
<APyreInside81> You're right... I need it... I need you so much.
<PhoenixMoon86> Then cum for me, you little weakling. Release that pent-up cum that you've been storing in yourself for me for days.
<APyreInside81> I'm not even sure if I can anymore. It's been days since I tried masturbating. I sort of gave up on it.
<PhoenixMoon86> You can. Just imagine yourself tied to a bad, with me grinding my ass on your face while using your credit card to buy myself a new set of lingerie.
That was all he needed. He came in less than 60 seconds.
<APyreInside81> Wow.
<PhoenixMoon86> How was it?
<APyreInside81> Intense. Like, REALLY intense. I'm not sure I've ever had such an intense orgasm in my life.
<PhoenixMoon86> How do you feel?
<APyreInside81> Exhausted, and... still kind of full. I think that I've gone without an orgasm for so long that I wasn't able to empty myself out.
<PhoenixMoon86> YESSS!
<APyreInside81> What?
<PhoenixMoon86> You're still not emptied out. After going for days with no orgasm, one jizz isn't enough to drain you out. That means you're still suggestible, still willing to submit to whatever I want from you.
<APyreInside81> And what do you want from me?
<PhoenixMoon86> I want you to suffer. I want you to become stupid and suggestible for me. And I want to use you.
<APyreInside81> Use me for what?
<PhoenixMoon86> Pleasure and money.
<APyreInside81> Oh. You want me to send you money?
<PhoenixMoon86> No. I want you to buy me stuff.
<APyreInside81> What stuff?
<PhoenixMoon86> Why do you want to know?
<APyreInside81> Well, I can't buy it if I don't know what it is, can I?
<PhoenixMoon86> Are you actually going to buy it for me?
<APyreInside81> I don't know. We won't know until you tell me.
<PhoenixMoon86> Not good enough. You need to ask better than that.
<APyreInside81> Do you want me to beg?
<PhoenixMoon86> I think it sounds like YOU want to.
<APyreInside81> You're right. Please, Sam. Please let me spend money on stuff that you want. I need it so badly. I'd get on my knees if I was there with you.
<PhoenixMoon86> Tell me how much you need me to use you.
<APyreInside81> I need you to use me. I need you to manipulate me. It's a huge turn-on for me when you mess with my head, when you play with my thoughts and confuse me. I need to feel you doing that to me. I need to be mindfucked.
<PhoenixMoon86> You have a credit card, right?
<APyreInside81> Yeah.
<PhoenixMoon86> Buy me these two things.
She followed up with two URLs, both of which linked to an online shopping site. One of the links was for a vibrator, the other for a set of see-through underwear.
<PhoenixMoon86> You want to be manipulated? Then buy me some tools to do so. Imagine how I would look in this underwear. I'll model it for you. I'll show you what you bought me. See how tight the thong panties are? Imagine what you will feel when you see my butt spilling out of those panties. And then imagine how you will feel when you watch me bring myself to orgasm after orgasm with this vibrator, while you and your pathetic broken dick can only watch me revel in the pleasure you can't experience.
<APyreInside81> I'll buy them now.
<PhoenixMoon86> Good. You like it when I use you to buy me things.
<APyreInside81> Yes.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'm glad. Don't forget, your function is to do whatever I want.
<APyreInside81> I understand. I won't forget.
<PhoenixMoon86> You need me to use you this way.
<APyreInside81> Yes. I need it more than anyting.
<PhoenixMoon86> It's exactly as I wanted it. You need me, but I don't need you. That means I'm the one in control. You'll do whatever I want because you're afraid of losing me.
<APyreInside81> So that means I'm trapped here with you?
<PhoenixMoon86> Of course. You're trapped because you need the thrill only I can give you. It's already too late for you to get away. Already your sexual arousal is too dependent on the stimulus that comes from me for you to ever leave me. I don't have to worry about you leaving, because I know you'll always come back before long. You'll never be able to escape, because even if you were to try blocking me, you'll never be able to block out the thoughts of me that go through your mind constantly.
<APyreInside81> I actually did try blocking you for a while, when I was talking to that other woman...
<PhoenixMoon86> Hah! I didn't even notice. How long did you block me for?
<APyreInside81> A couple of days. After that, I was worried that I might have missed something from you, so I unblocked you because I wanted to talk to you.
<PhoenixMoon86> I knew it. You can't think of sex without thinking about me, because the concept of sex in your mind has become so tightly interwoven with thoughts of me that you can't think of one without thinking of the other. And you can't not think about sex, because you're still full of sexual fluids that you can't expel, and a man in that state has difficulty thinking about anything other than sex. So I'll always be here to take advantage of you and your arousal. Imagine yourself as a big balloon filled to bursting with cum and money, but I only offer you relief by letting the money out. The cum stays inside.
<APyreInside81> Can you undo whatever you did? Can you make it so that I can orgasm independently again?
<PhoenixMoon86> No, because I'm not the one who did it.
<APyreInside81> How so?
<PhoenixMoon86> I didn't make you unable to orgasm. You already wanted to be in that state. You wanted to be sexually addicted to a woman, so that she controls what you can do and when. You just happened to fixate on me, but the reason you're trapped is because you really wanted to be trapped.
<APyreInside81> So there's no way for you to undo it?
<PhoenixMoon86> No, only you could undo it, but you can't either, because the thing is, being controlled is your fetish. It's part of your sexual identity, meaning it's part of your DNA, built into your brain like any other sexual preference. You can't get rid of it because it's a part of you and always will be. That's why I know that it won't change. You were born a submissive and will be one for the rest of your life.
<APyreInside81> I guess I just need to exert a bit of mind over matter, then.
<PhoenixMoon86> Hahaha, good luck with that. Even people with an ultra-strong will can't overcome their inner nature... and your will is very weak.
<APyreInside81> What should I do in my spare time, then, when I'm too sexually aroused to do anything productive but not able to orgasm?
<PhoenixMoon86> What have you been doing for the past few days while I wasn't around?
<APyreInside81> Well, I've been getting back into playing computer games, but I don't want to become too addicted to that.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh, that's nice, I like computer games too. You should start a YouTube channel. Most of the popular people on YouTube are people who just play videos games while talking about them. You have a really great voice. People would love to hear it.
<APyreInside81> You really think so?
<PhoenixMoon86> I want you to stop asking that question. If I say something, I mean it. Don't question what I say.
<APyreInside81> Okay, sorry. I don't know what to put on a YouTube channel, though. I mean, I don't have much to say or show people.
<PhoenixMoon86> Just make videos of you playing video games. I'd love to see them, and I think other people would, too. Like I said, the most popular YouTubers tend to be people who just play video games.
<APyreInside81> Sure, I could do that. I don't think I'd be as popular as those guys, though... There are already so many people doing that, I doubt I would stand out.
<PhoenixMoon86> It doesn't matter. Even if you have one loyal, devoted viewer and fan, it would be enough for that one person, right?
<APyreInside81> Sure.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'll always be your devoted viewer and fan. So even if for no one else, you'll do it for me.
<APyreInside81> Okay, that's nice of you to say. I'll try it and see how it works out.
And he did. He chose an adventure game to play, one of those games with a story that develops as the game progresses, and he made a video of himself playing it and narrating the game as he played. He found that the experience came naturally to him; he liked video games and he liked a good story, so being able to combine the two and tell a story to an audience, even if the audience was invisible, seemed to make sense. He created a YouTube channel, uploaded the video, sent her a link to the video, and waited for a response.
The response ended up being more than he could have ever anticipated...
<APyreInside81> Sam? Are you there?
<PhoenixMoon86> Hi.
<APyreInside81> Hi. It's good to talk to you again.
<PhoenixMoon86> I've been here all along. You could have talked to me anytime if you'd only wanted to.
<APyreInside81> Yeah, I did want to, but it's not that simple.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why not?
<APyreInside81> Well, I've been having a little problem lately...
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh? And why would it prevent you from talking to me?
<APyreInside81> Well, the problem has something to do with you.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh? How so?
<APyreInside81> I can't stop thinking about you. Every moment of every day, I just want to be with you and talk to you.
<PhoenixMoon86> As I said, I've been here this whole time. It's not like I was the one who refused to talk to you.
<APyreInside81> Yes, I know, I understand, but I was trying not to talk to you because I had the feeling that doing so isn't good for me.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why wouldn't it be?
<APyreInside81> I can't stop thinking about you. I'm worried about the effect this is having on my health.
<PhoenixMoon86> You seem to be hooked on me.
<APyreInside81> I guess I am.
<PhoenixMoon86> You know that with every word from me that you read, you become more so, right?
<APyreInside81> I guess so.
<PhoenixMoon86> And yet you still want more.
<APyreInside81> Yeah... I need more.
<PhoenixMoon86> That just proves that you want to be brought deeper into it.
<APyreInside81> Into what?
<PhoenixMoon86> Into your addiction and obsession. The fact that you keep coming back so that I can get you more addicted to me proves that you don't just need it, you want it. Deep down inside, it's what you really want.
<APyreInside81> I know you're right... I guess I just don't want to admit it.
<PhoenixMoon86> That's okay, you don't have to. I know the truth. But you admitted it anyway. And you will do so much to get what you need.
<APyreInside81> What do you mean? What will I do?
<PhoenixMoon86> I don't know. You need to figure it out.
<APyreInside81> I need to have an orgasm.
<PhoenixMoon86> So? You can go ahead and have one. I'm giving you my permission.
<APyreInside81> The problem is that I can't seem to have a proper one anymore.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why not?
<APyreInside81> I can't really describe or explain why... I'm just having a lot of difficulty attaining orgasm.
<PhoenixMoon86> Well, nothing wrong with difficulty.
Her joy in her words was palpable. He could clearly see her delighted smile, the sadistic smile of victory she was experiencing in the knowledge that she was making it hard for him to orgasm. And although he was not willing to admit it, even to himself, he couldn't help but feel happy too, happy that she was happy.
<APyreInside81> Are you happy that I've been unable to reach orgasm in the last few days?
<PhoenixMoon86> You are.
<APyreInside81> Why would I be?
<PhoenixMoon86> Because it's what you want. What happens to you when you don't orgasm?
<APyreInside81> It means that I'm easier for you to control. It means you can mess with my head, confuse me, plant erotic thoughts in my head.
<PhoenixMoon86> Isn't that what you want?
<APyreInside81> I asked you.
<PhoenixMoon86> It sounds like YOU want it. So YOU should be glad that you can no longer orgasm.
He was afraid. Afraid that she was right. But he wasn't going to admit it.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'm waiting for you to thank me.
<APyreInside81> Thank you for what?
<PhoenixMoon86> For making you unable to orgasm. For making you into the defenseless slut you always wanted to be.
<APyreInside81> That's not what I want.
<PhoenixMoon86> You can deny it all you want. We both know the truth.
<APyreInside81> No, I really have been trying to orgasm. I just seem to lack the ability to have a really satisfying orgasm. Like even if I manage to attain one, hardly anything comes out. The problem is that I've been so turned on for so long that after I orgasm, I still have so much cum left that it doesn't really empty me out.
<PhoenixMoon86> Good.
<APyreInside81> Why is that good?
<PhoenixMoon86> I like you dumb and full of cum.
<APyreInside81> Why?
<PhoenixMoon86> Because you like it.
<APyreInside81> I'm not sure if that's true.
<PhoenixMoon86> Yes you are. You know you want it and need it. You know that you want all that cum to be bottled up inside you, like a champagne bottle that you just can't get the cork off.
<APyreInside81> I can't stand it any longer. Please, Sam, I need an orgasm.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh, fuck yes, you're already at the point of begging. I love making you beg. Do you have any idea how wet I'm getting already? And your begging is just going to get more intense as you get more desperate.
<APyreInside81> Yes, I'm begging. I'm asking you to grant me an orgasm.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'm so happy. The next time we meet, I want you to get on your knees as soon as you see me. You'll do it right at the airport, where everyone can watch you. And your humiliation will make it a hundred times better.
His penis was throbbing painfully. And yet it wouldn't go over the edge of orgasm.
<APyreInside81> It sounds like you're not planning on relenting any time soon.
<PhoenixMoon86> Are you kidding me? We've only just begun. I need to go now, though... I urgently need to masturbate to a series of earth-shattering orgasms while I think about you being this weak and pathetic and helpless. You can sit there with your broken dick and think about me cumming over and over again. Never forget that I'm laughing at you, at how weak you are, at how much you need me. And remember: an orgasm is just a brief release from the desires that bind you. But if you lose your ability to orgasm, you will have never-ending pleasure: the pleasure of suffering for me.
*** PhoenixMoon86 has signed off ***
In control systems engineering, there is the concept of positive and negative feedback. Many systems are self-regulating: in engineering terms, their results, or output, "feed back" into their input and influence how they behave. Negative feedback is, for example, the type exhibited by a thermostat reaching its desired temperature: as the temperature approaches the desired value, the system stops reacting to it, since no correction is necessary. Positive feedback is the opposite, such as that exhibited by an amplifier fed back into itself: it increases the intensity of something in an endless loop, because the amplified output is fed back into the input, becoming louder still. Sam's brain had now reached an endless feedback loop like this: because he was sexually aroused, he wanted to relieve that sexual pressure, but not being able to do so was also a turn-on, meaning that the more aroused he became, the more arousing he found this experience of irreversible arousal.
If he could somehow release some of his sexual tension, he might have been all right. But the problem was that he had no release valve: normally, he could have eased his sexual tension by masturbating, but now, touching himself had become like touching a table. There was no sensation to it, no satisfaction from it. Reading her words was so much more sexually exciting than masturbating that masturbating had lost its ability to satisfy him. He needed more words from her. He needed to feel her hold on him, to experience the thrill of her messing with his thoughts and toying with his emotions to churn him into a sexual frenzy. Without the experience of her wonderful manipulation, he was unable to satisfy the powerful need he felt.
At the same time, however, the experience of being thus sexually trapped was also a turn-on for him, because he liked the fact that she had made him so sexually dependent on her. It was a sexual fantasy come true: he was her plaything, a weak toy so addicted to her that he would have done anything to experience her playing with him. That turned him on even more, which he would normally deal with by masturbating... but since he couldn't, his predicament turned him on still more, creating an endless loop of sexual arousal and intense thoughts about her that he couldn't control. With no way to physiologically or psychologically get himself out of this loop, he entered something of a state of mental stasis, as if his brain were a computer that had crashed. He could think only of her, only of the things she said and did to him. These thoughts were an order of magnitude more powerful than any other thoughts in his mind, and they drowned out the possibility of thinking about anything else.
This was, in fact, the beginning of a sequence of self-reinforcing events. Just as an audio signal undergoes successive layers of amplification as it passes and re-passes through an amplifier, Sam went through a repeated series of online encounters where every time, she would heighten and reinforce his state of sexual excitement and desire, then suddenly disappear, leaving him in a state of overwhelming arousal that he had no way of dissipating. He came to dread the thought of her leaving; every time she left, he was suddenly alone, and she would always leave suddenly to maximize the effect her leaving had. He came to understand, subconsciously if not consciously, that her absence meant regret, and her presence meant gratification.
Sam was arguably a man of questionable mental stability, especially after Sam had begun working on him, but he saw clearly enough to realize that it was best to distract himself from Sam if he wanted to stop thinking about her. The more you try not to think about something, the more you end up thinking about it through that very act of not thinking about it. So he did what many young men do when they have a lot of free time on their hands and no clear outlet through which to expend it: he got heavily into video gaming. This was something he, like many other young men, had already enjoyed before, but with a Sam-shaped hole now palpably gaping in his life, he decided to try to fill that gap by distracting himself. It didn't really matter whether he was playing shooting games, role-playing games, strategy games, or whatever-he just wanted something to get his mind off her.
It was also at this point that he opened an account on a dating website with the hopes of forgetting about his obsession. He reasoned that there are plenty of fish in the sea, and that he had erred by focusing too hard and too long on one particular woman. Surely, if he would just get himself out there into the dating pool and start talking to other women, he could forget about her, right? He just needed some time to meet new people, to reassert his humanity and his status as a person, to attain the new perspectives gained by talking to other people, and he would feel like a new man.
What he had not understood or accounted for, perhaps because he was inexperienced in matters of dating, was that women recognize a guy who is still trying to get over an ex, a man who is somehow too emotionally tied up in the past to be able to move forward, and will instinctively avoid a man who is emotionally unavailable. He had little success on the dating site despite seeing several interesting profiles and sending several well-intentioned messages to various women. He became well acquainted with the single response: many people on the Internet, when they receive a message which appears reasonably well-composed and polite, feel obligated to send a single conciliatory response, an answer which communicates that they appreciated the communication, but says nothing further. If he sent a response to this response, no further messages would be forthcoming. This pattern repeated itself again and again.
Finally, a woman ended up messaging him instead. It quickly became apparent that the woman was reasonably intelligent, attractive enough to not smash the sky with sheer hideousness, and most importantly, interested in talking to Sam, which were all the criteria that he was looking for in a woman at that moment. They got to talking for a while, and a few minutes of talking which turned into a few hours of talking then became a few days, and they kept talking, or rather, she kept talking. It was apparent that she was a fantastically boring person, the kind of person who would talk for literally hours about whether she should eat an apple or an orange, which probably helped to explain why she was single, but he didn't mind too much, because he was a boring person as well, and so perhaps they suited each other well that way. She would talk for no reason and he would listen for no reason. Surely there have been relationships that were sustained on a less compatible dynamic than that.
It might have gone on for much longer if the other Sam hadn't turned up after a few days and asserted herself.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why haven't I heard from you for a few days?
<APyreInside81> Was I supposed to message you?
<PhoenixMoon86> Of course. When we're not together, your job is to tell me how much you miss me when I'm gone.
<APyreInside81> I wasn't aware of that. Last time we talked, YOU were the one who went offline and left ME alone.
<PhoenixMoon86> Yes, and you were supposed to send me messages telling me how much you missed me and begging me to come back so we could talk some more.
<APyreInside81> Why would I ask you to talk to me if you don't want to talk to me?
<PhoenixMoon86> Because you want me and need me. All you have is me.
He was in a unique position, a position he hadn't been in before: what she was saying was no longer true. Now he had someone else, another woman to talk to. And he didn't have to do what Sam said anymore.
<APyreInside81> Not anymore. I found someone else.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh? Who?
<APyreInside81> A woman.
<PhoenixMoon86> Is she better than me?
<APyreInside81> She's more stable and reasonable than you.
<PhoenixMoon86> That's good to know. That means it won't last, because you don't want someone who's stable or reasonable.
<APyreInside81> What makes you think that?
<PhoenixMoon86> I know you. I know you well enough to know that you love a woman who has no limits, someone who'll do anything to you because you're a thing for her to use rather than a human being with your own independent will.
He thought about this one for a long time. The more he thought about it, the more he came to understand that she was right. She knew him better than he knew himself. And there was a passion, an intensity in his few minutes of interaction with Sam which he'd never felt in the days of talking to the other woman.
As usual, his prolonged silence confirmed to her that she was right.
<PhoenixMoon86> Where did you meet her?
<APyreInside81> On a dating site.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh, you've got to be kidding me. Give me the login and password to your dating site profile.
<APyreInside81> What? I'm not giving you that information.
<PhoenixMoon86> GIVE ME YOUR PASSWORD OR I WILL COME TO WHERE YOU LIVE AND MAKE YOU REGRET IT IN MORE WAYS THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE.
He told himself that he didn't really know why he did it, even though he knew perfectly well why. He could have just said no. It would have been easy to block her, to ignore her, or to just tell her no. But he gave her his password. There was something horribly wrong about it, something deeply violating about the knowledge that she was now reading all his private conversations with the other woman, and yet at the same time, that was precisely what made it so satisfying. He waited quietly for several minutes. He knew that during this time, she was probably copying-and-pasting all his conversations with the other woman so she could read them later. And yet he submitted to this treatment for reasons that he did not want to admit.
Finally, the message which he'd been awaiting arrived:
<PhoenixMoon86> I fixed your problem.
And then she was gone again. He logged into the dating site to see what she'd done. It was pretty much exactly as he expected: she'd sent the other woman a message from his account full of insults and obscenities, declaring that she was boring, a bitch, someone whom he had no desire to carry on any further contact with. Part of him wished that there was a way to delete messages on the site, but he understood that what was done was done, and it had to be this way.
The other woman was perhaps smarter than Sam had given her credit for, however. She perceived immediately that it was not the male Sam who had sent the message, but rather someone else: a woman. She showed up a few hours later and sent a message.
<TootieFrootie8746> Who's this woman who sent me this crazy message?
<APyreInside81> Just some psycho stalker ex-girlfriend... Sorry about that. You can just ignore her.
<TootieFrootie8746> So... She read all the messages that we sent to each other?
<APyreInside81> I'm not sure if she read all of them. She probably read some of them.
The situation was not without its comedy. But it was pretty clear where things lay.
<TootieFrootie8746> How did she get into your account?
<APyreInside81> I gave her the password.
<TootieFrootie8746> Why did you do that?
<APyreInside81> I don't really know.
<TootieFrootie8746> That's a lie.
He put his head in his hands for a moment. It was true: it was all a lie. He knew exactly why he'd given her his password. He knew exactly why it had all happened this way. He'd done it because Sam was more important to him than anyone else ever could be, and as intrusive as it might have been to let her read a private conversation with someone else, he was more willing to give Sam what she wanted than to do anything else.
<APyreInside81> I'm sorry.
<TootieFrootie8746> I'm sorry, too.
<APyreInside81> For what?
<TootieFrootie8746> I'm not willing to put up with this.
<APyreInside81> I wouldn't expect you to.
<TootieFrootie8746> You understand that means I'm gone, right?
<APyreInside81> Yes. I'm sorry this happened. I wish you all the best.
<TootieFrootie8746> You too. You should go back to her. It's obvious that you want to.
<APyreInside81> How is it obvious?
<TootieFrootie8746> Don't be stupid. Anyone would see it right away. You don't mind that she's a psycho stalker ex-girlfriend. You like that she is, because you want to get back together with her more than anything.
As had happened so many times between the Sams, his long pause indicated that she was right.
<TootieFrootie8746> I should have known. Don't contact me again. Goodbye.
He should have been sad. Sad that he'd betrayed TootieFrootie8746, someone who, after all, seemed like a nice person even if she was more boring than watching snails paint a wall. He should have felt guilty, cruel, and worthless. But somehow he could not. Somehow, he could only feel a quiet, happy satisfaction: she had chased off another woman. She had interjected herself into his life to make sure that he was not able to date anyone but her. And rather than feeling outraged, violated, or wronged, he saw that this was the fulfillment of their destiny together. Conventional wisdom would have said that it was unhealthy. Any therapist or counselor would have said that it was unhealthy for someone to do what Sam had done, to drive friends away because Sam only wanted to have a significant other in life, without friends on the side. But the Sams were united by their desire to turn fantasy into reality, to go beyond the boundaries of normal life and take their relationship to the next level of intensity. Her act of driving off someone who could have at least been a friend wasn't abusive; it was an act of love, and he realized that he loved her all the more for her having done it.
<APyreInside81> Sam? Are you there?
<PhoenixMoon86> Did you finish things off with her?
<APyreInside81> I did. She's not coming back.
<PhoenixMoon86> How do you feel?
<APyreInside81> I feel a lot of things.
<PhoenixMoon86> OK, tell me what they are.
<APyreInside81> I'm angry. Angry at you for making me feel this way.
<PhoenixMoon86> Are you really? I've never seen you angry, and have a hard time imagining you that way. How do you express your anger?
<APyreInside81> I don't know, I guess I'm not good at expressing it.
<PhoenixMoon86> Try it. Tell me something out of anger.
<APyreInside81> You're a bitch. A manipulative, predatory bitch.
<PhoenixMoon86> Is that really how you express your anger?
<APyreInside81> I guess so.
<PhoenixMoon86> I love it. Your rage, like your penis, is utterly impotent. I can clearly see that you are hopelessly weak, and will never even come close to matching me in terms of wits or wills. Particularly since you don't understand that you WANT me to be a bitch. You NEED to be manipulated, to be the prey to my predator. Picture me as a chameleon, and picture yourself as a fly who is hopelessly drawn to me by my vastly superior willpower and strength.
In Jane Eyre, the eponymous protagonist writes: "It little mattered whether my curiosity irritated him; I knew the pleasure of vexing and soothing him by turns". It has always been the prerogative of women to get under the skin of men for their own benefit or pleasure. It was in this world that the Sams now found themselves: he was constantly tormented by her provocations and then calmed by her sweetness, only to be provoked all over again when she felt like winding up his spring. She took a great pleasure in watching him react helplessly to all of this. He was indeed a puppet, a puppet whose strings she could strum like those of a musical instrument or yank like a pullcord; either way, he reacted exactly how she wanted him to.
<APyreInside81> I guess I'm more sad than angry.
<PhoenixMoon86> Why are you sad?
<APyreInside81> Because I want to be with you.
<PhoenixMoon86> Good. I like it when my absence makes you sad. It really turns me on to imagine you being sad because I'm not there. It means that your life only has meaning because of me.
<APyreInside81> You really are a sadist.
<PhoenixMoon86> Absolutely. I love that you feel bad when I'm not with you. It means you're all the more dependent on me for your happiness and for a reason to live.
<APyreInside81> More than anything, I feel that I love you.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'm so happy. I love you too, Sam.
<APyreInside81> Why do I love you so much when you're so possessive and controlling?
<PhoenixMoon86> Because that's what you want. You need a woman to take control of your life and take you as her possession. You're like a lost little boy. You need a strong woman like me to show you the way.
<APyreInside81> You're right... I need it... I need you so much.
<PhoenixMoon86> Then cum for me, you little weakling. Release that pent-up cum that you've been storing in yourself for me for days.
<APyreInside81> I'm not even sure if I can anymore. It's been days since I tried masturbating. I sort of gave up on it.
<PhoenixMoon86> You can. Just imagine yourself tied to a bad, with me grinding my ass on your face while using your credit card to buy myself a new set of lingerie.
That was all he needed. He came in less than 60 seconds.
<APyreInside81> Wow.
<PhoenixMoon86> How was it?
<APyreInside81> Intense. Like, REALLY intense. I'm not sure I've ever had such an intense orgasm in my life.
<PhoenixMoon86> How do you feel?
<APyreInside81> Exhausted, and... still kind of full. I think that I've gone without an orgasm for so long that I wasn't able to empty myself out.
<PhoenixMoon86> YESSS!
<APyreInside81> What?
<PhoenixMoon86> You're still not emptied out. After going for days with no orgasm, one jizz isn't enough to drain you out. That means you're still suggestible, still willing to submit to whatever I want from you.
<APyreInside81> And what do you want from me?
<PhoenixMoon86> I want you to suffer. I want you to become stupid and suggestible for me. And I want to use you.
<APyreInside81> Use me for what?
<PhoenixMoon86> Pleasure and money.
<APyreInside81> Oh. You want me to send you money?
<PhoenixMoon86> No. I want you to buy me stuff.
<APyreInside81> What stuff?
<PhoenixMoon86> Why do you want to know?
<APyreInside81> Well, I can't buy it if I don't know what it is, can I?
<PhoenixMoon86> Are you actually going to buy it for me?
<APyreInside81> I don't know. We won't know until you tell me.
<PhoenixMoon86> Not good enough. You need to ask better than that.
<APyreInside81> Do you want me to beg?
<PhoenixMoon86> I think it sounds like YOU want to.
<APyreInside81> You're right. Please, Sam. Please let me spend money on stuff that you want. I need it so badly. I'd get on my knees if I was there with you.
<PhoenixMoon86> Tell me how much you need me to use you.
<APyreInside81> I need you to use me. I need you to manipulate me. It's a huge turn-on for me when you mess with my head, when you play with my thoughts and confuse me. I need to feel you doing that to me. I need to be mindfucked.
<PhoenixMoon86> You have a credit card, right?
<APyreInside81> Yeah.
<PhoenixMoon86> Buy me these two things.
She followed up with two URLs, both of which linked to an online shopping site. One of the links was for a vibrator, the other for a set of see-through underwear.
<PhoenixMoon86> You want to be manipulated? Then buy me some tools to do so. Imagine how I would look in this underwear. I'll model it for you. I'll show you what you bought me. See how tight the thong panties are? Imagine what you will feel when you see my butt spilling out of those panties. And then imagine how you will feel when you watch me bring myself to orgasm after orgasm with this vibrator, while you and your pathetic broken dick can only watch me revel in the pleasure you can't experience.
<APyreInside81> I'll buy them now.
<PhoenixMoon86> Good. You like it when I use you to buy me things.
<APyreInside81> Yes.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'm glad. Don't forget, your function is to do whatever I want.
<APyreInside81> I understand. I won't forget.
<PhoenixMoon86> You need me to use you this way.
<APyreInside81> Yes. I need it more than anyting.
<PhoenixMoon86> It's exactly as I wanted it. You need me, but I don't need you. That means I'm the one in control. You'll do whatever I want because you're afraid of losing me.
<APyreInside81> So that means I'm trapped here with you?
<PhoenixMoon86> Of course. You're trapped because you need the thrill only I can give you. It's already too late for you to get away. Already your sexual arousal is too dependent on the stimulus that comes from me for you to ever leave me. I don't have to worry about you leaving, because I know you'll always come back before long. You'll never be able to escape, because even if you were to try blocking me, you'll never be able to block out the thoughts of me that go through your mind constantly.
<APyreInside81> I actually did try blocking you for a while, when I was talking to that other woman...
<PhoenixMoon86> Hah! I didn't even notice. How long did you block me for?
<APyreInside81> A couple of days. After that, I was worried that I might have missed something from you, so I unblocked you because I wanted to talk to you.
<PhoenixMoon86> I knew it. You can't think of sex without thinking about me, because the concept of sex in your mind has become so tightly interwoven with thoughts of me that you can't think of one without thinking of the other. And you can't not think about sex, because you're still full of sexual fluids that you can't expel, and a man in that state has difficulty thinking about anything other than sex. So I'll always be here to take advantage of you and your arousal. Imagine yourself as a big balloon filled to bursting with cum and money, but I only offer you relief by letting the money out. The cum stays inside.
<APyreInside81> Can you undo whatever you did? Can you make it so that I can orgasm independently again?
<PhoenixMoon86> No, because I'm not the one who did it.
<APyreInside81> How so?
<PhoenixMoon86> I didn't make you unable to orgasm. You already wanted to be in that state. You wanted to be sexually addicted to a woman, so that she controls what you can do and when. You just happened to fixate on me, but the reason you're trapped is because you really wanted to be trapped.
<APyreInside81> So there's no way for you to undo it?
<PhoenixMoon86> No, only you could undo it, but you can't either, because the thing is, being controlled is your fetish. It's part of your sexual identity, meaning it's part of your DNA, built into your brain like any other sexual preference. You can't get rid of it because it's a part of you and always will be. That's why I know that it won't change. You were born a submissive and will be one for the rest of your life.
<APyreInside81> I guess I just need to exert a bit of mind over matter, then.
<PhoenixMoon86> Hahaha, good luck with that. Even people with an ultra-strong will can't overcome their inner nature... and your will is very weak.
<APyreInside81> What should I do in my spare time, then, when I'm too sexually aroused to do anything productive but not able to orgasm?
<PhoenixMoon86> What have you been doing for the past few days while I wasn't around?
<APyreInside81> Well, I've been getting back into playing computer games, but I don't want to become too addicted to that.
<PhoenixMoon86> Oh, that's nice, I like computer games too. You should start a YouTube channel. Most of the popular people on YouTube are people who just play videos games while talking about them. You have a really great voice. People would love to hear it.
<APyreInside81> You really think so?
<PhoenixMoon86> I want you to stop asking that question. If I say something, I mean it. Don't question what I say.
<APyreInside81> Okay, sorry. I don't know what to put on a YouTube channel, though. I mean, I don't have much to say or show people.
<PhoenixMoon86> Just make videos of you playing video games. I'd love to see them, and I think other people would, too. Like I said, the most popular YouTubers tend to be people who just play video games.
<APyreInside81> Sure, I could do that. I don't think I'd be as popular as those guys, though... There are already so many people doing that, I doubt I would stand out.
<PhoenixMoon86> It doesn't matter. Even if you have one loyal, devoted viewer and fan, it would be enough for that one person, right?
<APyreInside81> Sure.
<PhoenixMoon86> I'll always be your devoted viewer and fan. So even if for no one else, you'll do it for me.
<APyreInside81> Okay, that's nice of you to say. I'll try it and see how it works out.
And he did. He chose an adventure game to play, one of those games with a story that develops as the game progresses, and he made a video of himself playing it and narrating the game as he played. He found that the experience came naturally to him; he liked video games and he liked a good story, so being able to combine the two and tell a story to an audience, even if the audience was invisible, seemed to make sense. He created a YouTube channel, uploaded the video, sent her a link to the video, and waited for a response.
The response ended up being more than he could have ever anticipated...