jukeboxemcsa: “And blank.” The nice thing about being all alone in the great outdoors, J
jukeboxemcsa: “And blank.” The nice thing about being all alone in the great outdoors, Jason thought, was that you could play with your toys in the peace and solitude of nature. He undid the strings on Hanna’s bikini bottom and pulled it off, leaving her sitting in the same spot naked from the waist down. She wore a perfectly perplexed expression on her face, her mind caught in an endless loop of wondering what the trigger was doing to her until no other thoughts existed in her beautiful head. She was his. And it was beautiful.He pulled down her top to expose her gorgeous tits, and spent a moment or two simply enjoying the feel of her nipples under his fingertips. Hanna didn’t consciously notice; her eyes kept staring straight ahead, locked unseeing onto a phantom focus that existed only in her subconscious mind. Her conscious mind, he knew, continued to loop around his trigger over and over, spiraling around ‘blank’ until there was nothing else she could be. “Speak your mind,” he whispered tenderly into her ear, wanting to hear her programming sink in and take root.“I, he used a trigger on me, didn’t he?” Hanna mumbled, her lips now vocalizing her internal narrative without even realizing it. “What’s it doing? It has to have done something, all my triggers do something. But I don’t feel different. But maybe that’s part of the trigger. Oh god, he used a trigger on me, didn’t he? What’s it doing? It has to have done…done something…all my triggers do s-something.” Jason watched a tiny droplet of moisture trickle slowly out of her cunt as she sank deeper into the loop. His good girl couldn’t move, couldn’t think, but he always knew when she was enjoying herself.He ran his finger over her pussy lips, smearing the slick fluid all over her vulva as she continued to struggle with the inexorable loop of her own programming. ““But I don’t feel, hhh…nnn…feeeeeel…different, but, but maybe that’s part of the trigger…” They both loved the way that her arousal turned every repetition of her brainwashing into its own work of art, a vocal performance that never failed to make him hard. She was going to jump his fucking bones when he allowed her to remember this one.It wasn’t long before he had two fingers inside her, thrusting in and out of a pussy that was as soft and yielding as warm butter. Her words were easily eighty percent moan now, her eyes still staring blankly ahead but rolled back so far he could only see the whites as she lost herself in the loop of her trigger. “Oh god, oh g-g-gog, he used….oh! He used a, a trigger, nnnh, trigger, mmmmmh, on me…” Her body remained frozen, but her breath came in great, heaving gasps as he used his other hand to stroke her clit.She was so close now, her internal monologue nothing but a series of whimpers and grunts, but he knew she was waiting for permission to come. That was just what good girls did, and Jason knew that Hanna was a very good girl indeed. Especially when she was responding to one of his triggers. But he loved seeing her climax too much to tease her for long. “Come for me pretty girl,” he whispered, and the sudden transformation of her moans into squeals told her she was just as obedient as ever.“And wake,” he said, when her gasps of pleasure finally subsided. Hanna blinked, her eyes coming alive again as she took in the missing bikini, the sticky mess that had dripped onto the inflatable raft, and Jason’s fairly obvious erection. She smiled, letting herself fall backward into the raft with her legs spread wide. A moment later, she beckoned Jason with a single finger.Jason looked around at the empty wilderness for a moment, and then he did what came naturally.(Like these captions? Want to see more? Visit www.patreon.com/Jukebox to find out how!) -- source link