"Um, uhh, don't mind me," Jess slurred out, her voice a muddled gabble of drowsy confusion. "I, umm, I just have to, uhh… it's, it's time to cum my brains out." She babbled the words as if they had a meaning so obvious she didn't even need to explain herself any further, pushing her clothes off as if they'd become an irritating inconvenience before reaching into her nightstand to pull out a thick rainbow-colored dildo and flopping out directly onto the floor with her legs spread. If she had any sign of self-awareness, or even a hint of modesty, she didn't show it to Linda--the toy sank straight into her shaved pink pussy and Jess's eyes rolled back in her head like the only thing in the world that mattered to her right now was pleasure.
Which was less of a surprise to Linda than Jess might have imagined. "That's a good girl," the older woman cooed, eliciting a shuddering sigh of ecstasy from the masturbating blonde on the floor. "You're always so happy when it's time to cum your brains out, aren't you, dearie?" Jess's only response was a grunt of affirmation; her jaw was already too slack to properly form words, and the urgency of her thrusts suggested she was already too far gone into deep trance to think of anything meaningful to say even if she could control her drooling lips enough to say it. She'd been reduced to a rutting beast, fucking the toy between her legs until the multiple climaxes melted her mind into a slick, sticky syrup of bliss, and with no intellect left there was no resistance left either. Her only possible response was agreement, and Linda made sure to give her plenty of things to agree with.
Linda sat down next to her, resting a hand on Jess's pubic mound directly over her hooded clit, and watched in voyeuristic delight as the younger woman's facial expression grew ever more vapid and thoughtless with orgasmic rapture. "That's it, sweetie, just push all those silly thoughts right out of your pretty head for Miss Linda. You're nothing but a giggly girly girl now, nice and blank and empty just the way I want you, and if feels so good, doesn't it? You never want to fight it when I tell you what time it is." Jess let out a steady stream of grunts, filling every pause with gasping murmurs of agreement that made her sound like livestock in heat. And Linda's fingers pressed down hard to reward her for abandoning her mind to Linda's tender mercies.
The older woman chuckled, cooing, "That's my girly girly girl," with a brief glance around at the decor in her tenant's bedroom to revel in the increasing power she held over her hypnotized slave. Jess had no idea why her tastes ran to pink and frilly and stuffed animals lately, assuming she even noticed that they were shifting to meet Linda's idea of the perfect simpering slut--she just did as she was told, the programming bubbling so deep under the surface that Jess's conscious mind wasn't even aware of it. But every time she obeyed a command she felt an echo of the pleasure she was experiencing right now, and that was enough to corrode her will and leave her helpless to resist.
Linda gave Jess a good half-hour with the toy, putting a cup to her lips every so often to give her little sips of water so she didn't dehydrate. Then she laid her out, flat on her back on the carpet with her entire body limp and rubbery from so many spasms of ecstasy, and let her relax even more completely while Linda filled her brains back up with new and better thoughts.
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