I made my ex boyfriend unable to get hard

My name is Lena, and for three years, Jacob was both my partner and my puppet in a dance choreographed by my burgeoning skills in psychology, which I was studying, particularly in the art of hypnosis. Jacob, with his athletic build, blonde hair that caught the sun, and eyes as blue as the clear skies, was the picture of a modern Viking, but in our story, he bowed to a different kind of power.

Our relationship was an open secret; at my cozy apartment, where the walls had absorbed countless hours of our unique games, I'd often assert my dominance. Picture this: we're at a café, and I'd casually rest my feet on his lap, a public yet intimate signal of our roles. Jacob would smile, that knowing look in his eyes, enjoying the silent gasps from onlookers.

Hypnosis became our shared language. "DOWN," I'd say softly, almost a whisper, and his consciousness would ebb away, leaving him in a trance, ready for my commands. "SLAVE" transformed him into my devoted servant, his voice dropping to a respectful murmur as he called me Mistress. And then, there was "DUMB," a command that turned this intelligent man into a bumbling figure, his confusion making me laugh so often.

But the game turned real when I learned through our mutual friend, Mark, that Jacob had been cheating on me. The news was a cold splash of water. Confrontation was inevitable, and I orchestrated it at the very heart of our power dynamics—my apartment.

When Jacob arrived, there was no remorse in his posture, just the arrogance of someone who thought they could play without consequences. "We need to talk," I said, my tone even, but inside, my plan was unfurling.

"About what, Lena?" he asked, his voice tinged with impatience.

All I wanted was an apology, but it didn't seem like he wanted to give me one. I will give this prick a lesson I thought.

"About us, Jacob. Sit down," I commanded, and as he sat, I whispered, "DOWN."

His eyes flickered, the blue dimming as he slipped under. "You've been unfaithful, Jacob," I began, my voice a melody of control, "and from now on, your body will only respond to me. No one will be able to make you hard from now on. No other girl. Not yourself. Just me."

I wove the suggestion deep into his psyche, then, with a snap, brought him back, erasing the memory of his trance. He left that day confused but unaware of the new chains around his desires.

The following weeks were a testament to my control. My phone became a beacon of his desperation. Messages begging for reconciliation flooded in, each one more pitiful than the last. I'd reply with a teasing message, maybe sometimes even a photo. A glimpse of the leg that once rested on him, or a shot of my smile that once commanded his full attention. In return, his bank account drained into mine, gifts arrived at my doorstep, each one a plea for forgiveness.

One evening, he sent a particularly desperate text: "Lena, please, I can't understand why I can't move on. You're all I think about."

I invited him over under the guise of possibly mending things. When he arrived, his eyes lit up with hope, but I had another command ready. "SLAVE," I said, and watched as his demeanor shifted, his eyes lowering in deference. "You will serve me, Jacob, until you understand the depth of your mistake."

Months turned Jacob into more than an ex; he was a project of my mastery over the human mind. His life, once filled with freedom, was now tethered to my commands, his will bending to the psychological strings I pulled. Each day, he tried to win my favor, not for love, but for the release only I could grant him.

As Jacob's world narrowed to the confines of my commands, my life opened up in unexpected ways. Enter Jana. We met at a psychology seminar, where the topic was the ethics of hypnosis in relationships. Irony couldn't have scripted it better. Jana, with her sharp intellect, red, curly hair, and eyes that sparkled with mischief and kindness alike, caught my attention immediately. Our connection was instant, a mutual recognition of kindred spirits.

Our love blossomed quickly, free from the games I had played with Jacob. With Jana, everything was mutual, real, and deeply fulfilling. Our intimacy was passionate, a world away from the calculated control I exerted over Jacob. When Jana and I were together, my mind was solely on her, her touch, her whispers, the way she made me feel whole.

Meanwhile, Jacob had become a figure in the background of my life - of our life. A shadow of his former self, now existing only to serve. His attempts to regain what he lost were futile but provided me with an idea to spice up my new relationship with Jana.

One evening, I decided to invite Jacob over under the pretense of needing his 'services'. Jana was intrigued by the dynamic, aware of my past with him but confident in our present. When he arrived, I commanded, "DOWN," watching with a mix of satisfaction and pity as he succumbed to the familiar trance.

"Tonight, Jacob," I instructed, my voice cold yet tinged with amusement, "you will witness what you can no longer have. You'll serve us, but remember, your pleasure belongs to me. And my girlfriend. The one who replaced you."

Jacob, under my spell, was made to sit at the foot of the bed, his role reduced to watching or occasionally being allowed the humiliation of kissing our feet as Jana and I lost ourselves in each other's embrace.

His presence was a testament to my control, yet it was Jana's laughter, her touch, and the love in her eyes that filled the room with warmth.

During these sessions, Jacob was physically present but mentally distant, allowed to feel arousal only when I permitted, which was seldom. His frustration was palpable, yet he was bound by the hypnotic chains I had so skillfully wrapped around his psyche.

Jana found a curious enjoyment in this display of power, her fascination with psychology matched by her playful dominance. Together, we explored the boundaries of pleasure and control, with Jacob as our unwilling participant. But even in these moments, my focus was entirely on Jana. Jacob was merely a prop in our love story, a living example of consequences when one betrays a master of the mind.
As Jana and I lay intertwined, whispering plans for our future, Jacob was dismissed with a single word, "Leave." He would exit quietly, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving us to our world where he no longer had a place beyond that of a servant.