Bubble Brain Pt. 02

I was not expecting Kylie to be at this stage already. I knew everything was working at a more amplified pace than I anticipated, but this was unexpected in the best way. I still have to be cautious. Even then, stroking above her face instead of burying my cock in her throat was strategic. Good thing too. I was so afraid I had already pushed her too far when I noticed her dumb, adoring gaze morph into confliction and thought. Luckily, I was able to guide her back to the right frame of mind with almost no push-back.

An amateur would see how far she's come and believe it was time to take her. I'm no amateur. I waited for the perfect patient. I wait each week to see how much progress she's making. I will continue waiting until she's truly ready. The fact that she took the bus over here three times during the week is a feat in it itself. I won't have to wait as long as I thought, but I won't be hasty either.

My phone lets out a chime, one dedicated to only Kylie, notifying me she texted me. Sometimes when these texts come in, I feel as though I am back in high school with her, scrambling to pick up my phone as quickly as possible. Taking a breath, I steady myself before opening up her message.

"Daddy, something is... wrong." I could feel my heart thundering in my chest, pounding against the cage of my ribs. Shit. Maybe I did move too fast. I steel myself for whatever response she may send. It's only been a few days since our last session, but I can't help but worry that I already pushed her too far.

"You're a good girl for remembering to come to me when something is wrong, Kylie," I begin my response. Calming my breathing, I quickly type out the rest. "Tell Daddy." The little tick marks show that she read my message. There's a breath, then another, before those three little dots appear at the bottom of the screen. I can handle whatever it is. I can tell her to come in for an emergency session if I need to. I've planned for any kind of hiccup, as long as I get it under control right away. The fact that she reached out is a good sign.

"My homework, my textbooks... none of it is making any sense. And, in school today, I couldn't remember where any of my classes were. It's like all my memory of it has just gone." Breathing a sigh of relief, I read and re-read her message. Confusion has been something she's struggled with since the start, and was anticipated to get worse before it got adorably needy.

"I'm so proud of you, Kylie. That means you weren't thinking at some point, and the bubbles popped away useless information. You're another step closer to being my good girl, nice and empty." I slip my hardening cock out of my pants and begin stroking it as I watch the little tick marks appear as soon as I send my message. A little heart-eyed emoji attaches itself to my response from her, and I know I still have her.

"So, there's nothing wrong with me?" I could almost hear her soft, vulnerable voice as I read her reply. A groan leaves my lips as my dick throbs in my hand.

"You did what you were supposed to when you had a worry, when you were without an answer. You're still practising and succeeding at the important homework. The only stuff that is wrong with you is how heavy your head is still, but none of that is your fault. I know things might get more confusing, possibly even scary, but you always have me. Daddy is here, ready to help you, always. I just want to help you get nice and empty for me, Kylie." The three dots appear then fade, appear then fade. Is she struggling with responding or is she struggling accepting the hypnosis?

I watch the screen, the three little dots appearing then disappearing again and again. I stop stroking, too impatient and anxious. It's so much easier when I can hear her and see her. Do I call her? Argh, stop panicking, Hugh. I take another breath, watching her start and stop and start again.

"Kylie, send a voice message of whatever you are trying to say." The three dots stop abruptly. Well, that's hopefully a good sign. We haven't had this much trouble communicating, even over text. I wasn't sure if the issues now were a sign I should be worried or excited about making progress. Finally, a little voice message appears, and, without hesitation, I press play.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I kept trying to type, but then I'd see 'nice and empty', and..." her voice trails off for a moment, and I could hear her almost humming. My thoughts settle, my mind eases, and my cock stiffens right back up. My hand goes back to my shaft as I listen to her get lost in the daze I put her in. This kind of power was addicting. Altering someone's mind, their personality, it was hot as hell. On top of all of that, Kylie sounded so sexy every time she dropped back into a little trance. "And, I can't remember what I was going to say." Her dreamy voice cut off there. Fuck, if just seeing the words helps her to dip a little deeper into her trance, then I need to remember that to add to my notes later. I hoped it would work to at least calm her mind, redirect her thoughts where I wanted them. This was more.

"See? You are a good girl for me. That was my fault. I should have known to only say a little at a time. I am going to ask you a question, one at a time, and you will answer me with a voice message for each one. Who can you trust besides me?" Her reply came almost instantly, making my dick throb.

"Nobody else. I only trust you, Daddy." I practically growl at that response.

"Good girl. Where is the safest place you can be?" I'm pretty sure my voice catches from my arousal, but I'm not sure she could tell in this state.

A soft moan starts the beginning of this message before she finally answers: "Wherever you are, Daddy. You are my safe space," her voice comes through with such tenderness, it makes my balls ache. My hand slowly works itself up and down as I listen to her.

"That's right. Good girl. And, finally, when you don't know something, what do you do?" Pre-cum is oozing from my tip as we go over what I had instilled in our previous sessions. Remembering how her face looked from under my cock.

"I ask you," Kylie mewls. "You'll always know the answer. I need you to do all the hard thinking for me." Hearing her repeat some of what I told her at our previous session with such adoration has me on the edge. I can tell she's aroused. I remember she touched herself to me every night last week to my more tame photos. She is being so good, she deserves a reward.

"I want you to touch yourself and record a message of you cumming for me, Kylie. You've been a good girl, so I'm sending you a reward to help you while cum." Hitting send, the message and the attached photo of my hand around my swollen dick were off to my little bimbo-to-be. I slow my strokes, wanting to listen to her moan and cum for me when I cum. I plan on starting to limit her orgasms once she is deeper in, but they would help with the process now. It doesn't take long before a reply comes back, and I waste no time in pressing play.

My fist moves with a near-urgency as I listen to those moans, whimpers and mewls. I can hear her fingers moving against her clit because of how wet she is. Almost an entire minute of her sounds of pleasure, heavy breaths, and lewd finger movements has me near bursting. When she calls out, "Daddy, I'm cumming," I lose my resolve and cum too. Spurt after spurt shoots up before falling back to land on my hand and stomach. After having gotten to cum on Kylie's sweet face, this almost seemed like a waste. Just another thing to look forward to once she's mine, I'll never have a wasted load again.

With one hand a mess, I decide to record my final message to her.

"Good girl, Kylie. I'm so proud of you. Now, have one last drink and go to sleep. I'll be here when you wake up, always."

...

Something's not right. I woke up feeling this way everyday this week. Why do I keep waking up feeling like this? My headphones and phone are both sitting on my nightstand plugged into their respective chargers. My wardrobe is a little different, but that's been a part of finding who I really am in my therapy with Dr. Wiltsh-, with Daddy. The stammer of that thought makes my head spin for a moment. My heart starts racing as all the little Kylie voices suddenly all wake up at once and start screaming at me. They aren't as loud as they used to be though, and I realize that's thanks to Dr. Wiltshi-, I mean Daddy. Dammit.

Okay, no need to let a little morning panic attack ruin the rest of my day. I'll just text Daddy. He always knows what to do in these situations. Why am I so sure he'll care? Why am I so reliant on him for the answers? Grabbing my phone, I sit up in bed and pull up our messages. I blink at the screen a few times, wondering if I opened the wrong chat. A man's hand holding his very erect penis is filling at least part of my screen. My mouth waters instantly. My eyes glued to the screen, to Daddy's cock. Hard and wrapped in his fist.

What. The. Fuck.

This is wrong. I can't be having an affair with my therapist. But, as soon as I think it, I remember orgasming so hard for him last night. Calling out to Daddy. Cumming for him. My cheeks flush so fiercely, I can feel the heat permeate deep into my skin. I can't remember starting this affair. Did last night just kind of happen? Why is my memory so foggy lately?

Before I even realize I'm doing it, I'm hitting the call button. Shit, what if he's not awake yet? What if he's busy? A whimper escapes me at the thought, unbidden. I should hang up, this is stupid. I'm being ridiculous.

"Kylie?" Dr. Wiltsh-, I mean Daddy's voice comes through the line. He sounds... concerned?

"I'm sorry to call you so early, Dr. Wil-, Daddy," I catch myself, although the whole thought of calling him Daddy has part of my head spinning. "I think I'm having some kind of anxiety attack or something." I tell him before he can ask.

"What caused this?" His question sounds so sincere, like he really does care. Of course he does, I don't know why I keep questioning that.

"Um, well..." I trail off, not entirely sure how to even ask the question without sounding like a stupid little girl.

"Kylie," his voice is stern, bringing me back to the moment. "Tell Daddy what's wrong." Another whimper escapes me at his command. Why does this man have such an affect over me?

"Are we having an affair?" I whisper into the phone, worried about a parent overhearing me. A soft chuckle comes through the phone, and somehow the condescending sound brings me comfort. One of the little Kylies in my head tells me to hang up on this pig, but that would be rude. This man is Daddy, not a pig. Why would the voice say that?

"Of course not, Kylie," his response is full of the humor of his chuckle. "Daddy is treating you, saving you, remember?" He reminds me, and I find myself nodding and clutching my phone like it's my lifeline. "Mornings are probably the hardest for you, all that poison taking advantage of your sleeping state. Your thoughts are poison to who you are. The only way to clean out the poison is to empty your pretty little head of all those worrisome thoughts." His words make sense. I remember us talking about this in our last session. I remember... I remember his cock during that session too. It's important to me. That doesn't seem right, but it also does.

"I remember that, Daddy. I just," but he cuts me off before I can finish my thought.

"Be my good girl, Kylie," he whispers into my ear, and I let out a soft mewl. "Stop thinking, and let Daddy do that for you. Just work on making yourself nice and empty." My eyes flutter, my pussy moistens and I bite my lip.

"Nice and empty," I repeat, almost dreamily.

"Yes, exactly. Turn on your music, drink your juice and stop thinking. Let the bubbles pop all those pesky thoughts away." His commands are finite, but his tone is so gentle and loving. A smile turns up the corners of my mouth.

"Yes Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy," I whimper as I remember my treatment plan now.

"It's okay, baby girl. Daddy will always take care of you," he soothes through the phone, and I find myself wishing I was back on his lap. Touching him, having him touch me. That's when I feel safest. "You called me when you were scared, and that shows that the poison didn't keep you from remembering who your safe place is. We are making real progress, Kylie." There's a pride in his voice that makes my chest swell.

"Really? You think I'll be cured soon?" I ask, unable to keep the hope from my question.

"I hope so," he responds. "Once you're nice and empty," my head feels floaty, "then we'll be even closer. So, do as I say. In fact," he pauses, and my breathing stops. It's like I'm waiting for him to tell me I can do even that. "With this kind of episode, I think school might be a bad idea altogether, today." My head nods fervently in agreement, without even thinking about the fact that he can't see me. "Tell your parents you're sick if you need to, but I want you to stay home from school today."

"Yes Sir," I answer without thought, just the way he's helping me to.

"Good girl, Kylie. I'm going to send you special homework today. Drink extra juice today if you need to, but as soon as we hang up, play your music. It helps the bubbles pop all those dangerous thoughts away. Plus, remember, if you're already not thinking, the bubbles will pop away old thoughts and unnecessary knowledge."

"Yes, Daddy, I remember now," my answer coming with haste, hoping for more praise. Imagining his face when he would praise me in our sessions. The little Kylies in my head try to berate me for this, but I know they'll go quiet when I play my music.

"What do you want to be for me, Kylie?"

"Nice and empty," I answer with a blissful sigh.

"That's my good girl," his answer sounds a little breathy too, although I can't be sure. "The homework I send today is to help you unlock who you are on a deeper level. If you have any questions or any more troubling thoughts, what are you going to do?" His voice is definitely gruffer, but it just makes my pussy flutter with need for him.

"I ask you. I won't always know or understand, but you always will," my answer coming out automatically, yet unable to hide the arousal in my voice.

"Yes, good, good girl," he grunts out. "I can't wait until our next session, baby girl. Just a couple more days. If you're good, and do all the things I tell you to do between now and then, I'll give you a reward." My clit is throbbing so hard, I can't help it. I move my free hand down between my thighs and gasp at the sensation. My fingers start rubbing little circles on the bundles of nerves, hard. I'm so turned on already that I feel I could orgasm any moment.

"Yes, Daddy," I moan out to him as my juices coat my fingers.

"Kylie," the sternness in his voice makes my heart stop. "Are you masturbating?"

I whimper out a meek, "Yes Sir." What sounds like a growl comes through the phone.

"That's making a decision," he tsks at me, making my cheeks burn. "Who makes your decisions for you? Who does all your thinking?"

"You do, Daddy," my voice breathy, but my fingers pulling away from my self-pleasure.

"Exactly," he groans, his breathing coming through heavier. "You can cum tonight if you do all your therapy, but only when and how I tell you. Do you understand?" I swear I can hear something in the background, but it's not important. Just like the lyrics in my music isn't the important part of listening to it.

"Yes, Daddy. I understand," my voice is quiet, humbled.

"Tell me again, what do you want to be for me?" He asks, voice strained.

"Nice and empty."

"Keep saying it until I tell you to stop," he demands with a roughness to his voice that makes my pussy tingle.

I repeat the words, my mantra, over and over. That sound in the background more prominent without Daddy speaking. He does curse a couple of times, and lets out an almost strangled sound. All of the sounds combined have my pussy soaking, but I refrain from touching it. It sounds just like... nice and empty. My words interrupting my train of thought as I continue repeating those three words. I hear Daddy hiss and let out a low groan, but I keep going. Another groan, louder, but his noises bring a sort of zen-like feeling to my mind.

"You can stop now," he heaves. "Good girl, Kylie. Now, go do what I said. Text me when you need me."

"Yes Sir." And with that, the call ends. I deflate a little at the loss of contact with him, but quickly gather myself from bed. Popping in an earbud, I pull up my therapy music and tap on the track titled Bubble Brain before heading out of my room to get my juice.

"Do you need a ride today or are you taking the bus?" My mom asks as she pours herself a coffee without looking up. Biting my lip, I debate what to do. I could lie and say I'll take the bus, or I could lie and say I'm sick. Will she know I'm not really sick? Maybe I should just go to school. Pop. Daddy said to say I was sick if I need to, so that's what I need to do. After all, Daddy always knows best.

"No, I'm actually not feeling so hot today, Mom," scrunching my face in discomfort to help sell the lie. Mom looks up from her coffee and scrutinizes my face for a moment.

"Your face is heavily flushed," she muses before pressing a palm to my cheeks, neck and forehead. "You're a little warm. Alright," she sighs. "Stay home, but try to get all the necessary schoolwork done too," she tells me as she puts the lid on her to-go mug. I just nod, intending to get work done, but not for school. "It looks like both your father and I may be late tonight, but there's leftovers in the fridge. Try putting on some clothes that actually cover your body, today," she throws at me as she makes her way to the door. "I'm sure your current choice of attire is not helping."

Crossing my arms defensively across my chest, I let out an annoyed, "Bye Mom."

"I'm serious, Kylie. I don't know whose attention you're trying to get with these outfits, but it's not worth it if you lose everyone's respect in the process." Both her eyebrows raise up, and I find myself unable to keep her words from affecting me. I watch her leave our apartment, and I lock the door behind her.

Walking back to the kitchen, I pour myself a tumbler of my juice while I think about what my mom said. Am I wearing these outfits lately just for the attention? Pop. I take a sip of my juice as some of her words ease from my mind. Maybe she's not completely wrong though. These outfits do seem like something people won't take me seriously in. Pop. I really like these clothes, and Daddy does too. So, there must not be anything wrong with them!

As I make my way back to my bedroom, a little notification pops up on my phone. I briefly wonder if it's Alex or one of my friends checking to see why I'm not on the bus. Pop. I wonder what kind of assignments Daddy is sending me today. As soon as I see it's from Daddy, I unlock my phone as swiftly as possible. My phone is already open on our conversation, only now there's instructions and what looks like some make-up tutorials. I had thought he was happy with my make-up and what I already learned. Pop. Maybe these are some special trends.

"Kylie, you've made a lot of progress in showing off who you are. Today, I want you to learn and perfect the attached tutorials. This style of hair and make-up is more you, and a farther step away from who they've tried to make you be. Once you believe you've perfected it, send me pictures so that I can approve. I know you'll work hard not to disappoint me."

Chewing on my bottom lip, I re-read that last sentence over and over. I really don't want to disappoint him. I want to make him proud of the progress I'm making. I open the first video and watch it all the way through the first time without trying any of it, just to take it all in. It's an eye make-up video that shows you to make your eyes appear almost more doll-like, but not in a creepy Halloween way. I empty the contents of my new make-up bags on my bed and organize it all so that what I need for this tutorial is already at hand. Now and then, I hear the little Kylies in my head trying to grab my attention as I follow along with the tutorial, but it's always followed by successive popping sounds that make me giggle.