bimbeth: hypnomindstorm: foulfoulstories: ;} Good lord - “See?” She said “None of
bimbeth: hypnomindstorm: foulfoulstories: ;} Good lord - “See?” She said “None of those silly things worked.” There had been a little wager between her and I as to whether listening to and watching some vaguely hypnotic material would have any effect. I thought it would, she clearly didn’t. I wasn’t convinced though. “Hmm. Been listening every day?” I asked. “Yeah. On repeat, too, like you said. I mean, they’re sort of fun, but they’re really not-” “Tick tock,” I said, cutting across her. Her eyes glazed and her jaw dropped for a moment. “Suck cock, never stop,” she said. She then blinked and shook her head. “W-what?” She asked. She gasped. While she’d been dazed I had slipped my hand into her shorts - shorts she never normally would have worn - and cupped her dripping mound. She had no panties on. “Your cunt is wet,” I said, rubbing ever so slightly “Do you know what that means?” “S-slavery makes my cunt wet - uh, oh - my wet cunts makes me a slave. Oh God, what are you…doing…unf…” I slid a finger inside and stepped a little closer, my mouth by her ear. “You’re a slave with a wet, needy cunt. Are you thinking about my cock, slave?” She just whimpered, shivering. I slid in another finger. “Are you thinking about my cock?” I asked again. “Yes M-Master…” she groaned. I could feel her relax. The admission had drained what little fight she had out of her. She pressed against me,starting to hump my hand. “Those things are brainwashing you, you know. You dressed like a slut to come here and you didn’t even notice. I bet your cunt has been wet the whole time and you’ve just been thinking about how many cocks you’ve made hard all day long, all the cocks you should have been worshiping.” “Yes…yes…” “You should be worshiping mine. I own you, so my cock owns you. Say it.” “Your cock - oh God - your cock owns me…” She groaned. “Get on your knees,” I said. She pulled back a little, looking up at me with big, worried eyes. “B-but Master there’s…people…” She whispered. I didn’t blink. “Knees,” I said, bluntly, removing my hand from her shorts.. Quivering, glancing around, she sunk slowly onto the floor in front of me. “Slaves are just so very weak,” I said, undoing my flies. Her mouth opened automatically and she groaned deeply as I pushed all the way to the back of her throat. People were watching, pointing, but it didn’t stop her from sucking. The words she had been listening to - which had just been lurking underneath her thoughts ever since - repeated over and over. Tick tockSuck CockNever stop And she didn’t. Even after I came down her throat she didn’t stop. Like I’d said, there were a lot of cocks she needed to get through, and she got through every last one. It’s fair to say I won the bet. Not that she’s really aware of it anymore. SO hot… Moan Devotional Training: For slaves. -- source link