It was a long drive. But Mistress knew a way to make it go faster. Hollie’s first hour was spent sitting on her hands, listening to the special travel file that Mistress made for her and staring mindlessly out the window. It was written to increase arousal and physical sensitivity along with a sense of deep, passive relaxation, and it only took a few minutes before Hollie’s eyes glazed over and she began to lightly squirm in her seat. Her body slowly relaxed, her head lolled back into the padded headrest with stuporous ease, and she began to very gently drool right around the time the first loop ended.
For the second hour, Hollie was allowed to play with her breasts… but only through her clothes. Hollie nodded vacantly, at first thinking that it would be easy to find her sensitive nipples through the sheer fabric of her strapless dress and pinch and tweak them until she found the climax she sought–one of the benefits of being such a good hypnotic subject was that when Mistress made her spend a solid hour listening to a file that increased physical pleasure, she absorbed it perfectly. But as the time went by, Mistress reached over every so often and gently tugged Hollie’s top down, a little at a time, until only a tiny little section of Hollie’s underboobs were still covered with clothing. By the start of the next loop, she was whimpering like a needy puppy.
The third hour, Hollie was finally allowed to rub her aching pussy through her panties–but with a catch. “No harder than this,” Mistress said, reaching over and brushing her fingers down Hollie’s arm with the gentle softness of a butterfly’s wing. With any other slave, and any other Mistress, that might have been the opportunity for a little bit of brattitude; but Hollie’s bratty days had been brainwashed out of her years ago. She thanked her owner politely for the pleasure Mistress provided and began to patiently tease her soaking cunt.
By the time the fourth hour rolled around, Hollie was absolutely quaking with arousal. Her panties were so wet that they outlined her labia in anatomical detail, and her breath came in soft, mewling gasps that filled the car with delectable sound. They’d stopped at a rest area, but it was nearly midnight and there was nobody to watch Hollie stagger drunkenly in with her top pulled down and her nipples showing and her hand lightly stroking her needy cunt. “That’s my good girl,” Mistress said, once they were back on the road and the next loop was beginning. “Both hands on those bare breasts, sweetie.” Whimpering, Hollie complied.
They stopped for a bite to eat between the fourth and fifth loop, and Hollie was so dazed and befuddled by the heady mix of her trance and the waves of endorphin highs that she needed Mistress to help feed her. That only made Hollie feel even more submissive and helpless; when she stopped in the restroom on her way out to remove her panties, they came away wet and just a little bit heavy in her hand. “My good little girl can rub her pussy,” Mistress purred, pulling Hollie’s top back down as they got onto the freeway, “but no cumming.” Hollie’s response could barely even be called verbal.
The last hour of the trip left Hollie a shaking, shuddering mess in her seat. The upholstery had a wet patch directly underneath her cunt, and her fingers trembled with the need to cum. Her eyes had a perpetually unfocused stare, and she’d managed to utterly soak her tits with drool to the point that the first thing Mistress did when they got into the motel room was give her a nice long glass of water. “That’s my good little baby doll,” she purred, holding the bottle while Hollie took a guzzling sip from the straw. “Nice and blank and happy for me. Deep and drowsy and ready to sleep so very deep for Mistress, isn’t that right?” Hollie nodded, her eyelids almost completely shut, and water dribbled down her chin as she finally stopped drinking. There wasn’t even a trace of comprehension on her face anymore. It was the most beautiful thing her Mistress had ever seen.
“Good girl,” she purred, thrusting three fingers into Hollie’s cunt without resistance. “Cum for me.” Hollie let out a loud, helpless wail as her pussy clenched hard in ecstasy and her eyes rolled all the way back in her head with pleasure. “That’s it, pretty dolly,” Mistress said. “Cum nice and hard for me, go nice and blank and deep, and then let that pretty mind sleep. We’ve got a lot of driving to do tomorrow, and I won’t be able to do it if I don’t cum all over that slutty little face of yours.” She lay Hollie back on the bed and straddled her pet’s face. Mindlessly, Hollie opened her mouth and began to lick.
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