“Please Michael, I don't know what is wrong with me. This isn’t me, these clothes…. I don’t remember and you look so.. please I just need..”
As she slide down the wall her mouth began to open and water reflexively.
He chuckled, “I’ve been training you for a number of weeks. Each time I take you a little further as your resistance falls. You believe this is all perfectly normal. The hardest part was waiting for the cock sucking obsession to kick in. You blew me for the first time only a few days ago. You’re still taking the medicine I got for you, aren’t you?”
She nodded, “Of course, Sir. I… I just… refilled the prescription… yesterday? Why didn’t I realise that? Why haven’t I realised any of this? What the hell are you doing to me??”
He snapped, “You will not raise your voice to me, ever.”
She lowered her head and whispered, “Yes Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
He continued, “You didn’t realise it because you were told not to realise it. To you it’s perfectly normal to invite me in for coffee whilst wearing the slut wear I had you buy. And of course you love it when I fuck you senseless don’t you slave?”
She nodded, “Yes Sir, I do, oh boy do I love being fucked senseless… your cock is so… nothing else matters… But, I, you, I mean, yes, of course I wear my slave clothes when Sir comes over, after all, why wouldn’t I? Sir is turning me into an eager fuck slave, right? Good Lord, what the hell am I saying? You’ve been training me? For weeks? Why?”
He gripped her hair and pushed his cock into her salivating mouth. “I love the way your tits dance when I fuck your face like this… I’ve been training you because I enjoy it! We have this conversation every time, you know. I already know what you’re going to say because you say it every time. I enjoy training you, pushing you to the edge each time. You’re so unaware of what’s being done with you, how I’m molding you to my whims. And you go along, thinking this is what you want to do. You love it when I cum on your tits, don’t you? Why? Will you let anyone else do it?”
She stopped sucking him for a moment and sighed, “Oh, Sir, I do love it when you fuck me and cum on my tits, I just do… it’s so… right. It’s why I have tits… for Sir to.. N-no, I wouldn’t let anyone else do that! Only you Sir.. Geez, you feel so good in my mouth … I… I don’t understand…”
He gripped her hair again and lifted the head of his cock to brush her wet lips. She looked up at him, scared but horny, and whimpered in a voice thick with lust, “P-please, I, oh, Sir please…”
He replied, “You’re clay that I shape. A puppet whose strings I pull. You think what I decide you’ll think. Remember what I decide you’ll remember. I have total, complete control of you, body and soul. You’re never allowed to remember it until this moment, but each step of the way you see me slowly replace the old you with the new slave-slut you. Soon there’ll be nothing left but the cock-hungry slave-whore who’ll eagerly suck and fuck anyone, anytime, anyway her I choose.” He slowly pumped his hip forward, forcing his cock deep into her throat. He punctuated each thrust with a hissed, “And… you… can’t… wait.”
Unable to speak, in her mind she whispered, mesmerized, sinking deeper into his thrall, “Yes Sir, … I… can’t… wait…”
Co-opted from Cal O'Shaw’s Step-by-Step on Mcstories.
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