Wow, I Wonder How Difficult This Would Be? It Seems A Great Idea To Avoid The Neck Strap.

Wow, that looks really cruel, but she seems to be OK with it. You really have to trust someone for this kind of scene 🫦🤦🏼‍♀️🥴

I came across this the other day and really loved it 🥴🤷‍♀️

Yes, done that with these clips but they can be quite fierce…🥴🫦💁‍♀️

Pain helps me focus on what is important.

It's not the thoughts in my head, it's the One who controls the pain.

He is my anchor. He is whom I focus on.

Would you ever participate in a gloryhole or a fuckhole?

Yes I have signed up to a gloryhole but not been there yet. I love the idea of dirty sex….

Poor Melanie could only look up at her rich snooty neighbour with fear as the woman walked toward her.

Melanie had been asked to watch Wanda's large mansion while the rich CEO was on holiday. At first it seemed fun, but the young girl had soon grown bored, after all she was still required to clean and maintain the place to receive the lucrative pay Wanda had offered her. On several occasions she had been sent teasing texts from her boyfriend, and so she had slipped into the guest bedroom (where she had to sleep for the full week the house was empty) and masturbated while talking to him on the phone, or looking at his pics. Melanie was a shy girl, and didn't send much in return, but had felt frisky enough to strike a few poses while naked for her man. She couldn't wait to see him when Wanda got back. She would be able to plan a nice holiday of her own with all the money her neighbour would pay.

Unfortunately for Melanie, her world was about to come crashing down. Wanda, ever mindful of security, had hidden cameras installed around the property, including several in the guest room Melanie was staying. It meant that during the week, while Melanie had been secretly masturbating and photographing herself to please her boyfriend while they were apart, Wanda had been building up her own little collection of videos and stills capturing the girl at her moments of weakness.

On arrival back at her home Wanda walked in to find Melanie watering the plants in the hallway. After brief pleasantries Wanda asked Melanie into the lounge to discuss payment.

"Now Melanie, I can see you kept the place in wonderful condition, I must commend you for that. It's surely worthy of a bonus."

Melanie felt butterflies in her stomach, extra pay would do wonders for the girl fresh out of university.

"Thank you ma'am, if you think so I would be so grateful." Melanie smiled at the woman as she went to her purse.

Melanie looked confused as Wanda's own smile and mood then dropped. "However, what I cannot tolerate is filthy little perverted sluts using my home as some place to rub her nasty slit and show off herself to god knows who." Wanda looked at Melanie sternly, the girl just stood there, shocked, an expression of fear on her face. How did this woman know? Thoughts began racing through her mind, and as if reading them Wanda continued. "Oh yes, I know all about your sordid little whoring in my guest bedroom, I have pics and videos too before you try to deny it. Did you honestly not think I protect my property with security cameras?"

Melanie's head was spinning. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. She had messed up and now Wanda seemed to be insinuating she wasn't going to be paid. This was getting a whole lot worse.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it was just, my boyfriend, I was lonely, I won't-"

Wanda cut Melanie off, her face showing her disgust at the apology attempt. "Oh shut it, clearly your mouth isn't good for talking, been too busy using it for other things I bet."

Melanie looked at the woman shocked. She was speechless as Wanda circled her, running fingers over her neckline as she looked the girl up and down. Melanie was frozen to the spot, she didn't dare speak, didn't dare move.

"Now, about your pay. Do I look like the kind of woman who pays whores like you?"

Melanie wanted to protest, wanted to tell this nasty bitch she wasn't a whore, but worried she would only be berated more decided to swallow her pride. "No Ma'am" she muttered sheepishly.

"No, exactly. You're lucky I see promise in you, but you need a mentor, someone to keep you on the straight and narrow. I might be willing to pay you for the work you did, but only if you are willing to accept a certain level of...re-training." Wanda whispered the last part seductively in Melanie's ear. Melanie gulped.

"Oh...okay...yes..." Melanie managed, still nervous but desperate to still get paid despite her mistakes.

"It's yes, Ma'am or Mistress from now on slut. Understood?" snapped Wanda, grabbing Melanie's hair and tugging it back.

"Ahh yes uhh ma'am sorry ma'am." Melanie was squirming in Wanda's grasped as she was held possessively. Wanda felt her arousal rise as her plan clicked into place.

"Good girl. Now come with me, if you can spend a week here training I'll pay you in full for your duties here while I was away. If you ever want to leave you can just tell me, I'll be happy to release you without pay and show the neighbourhood what a filthy skank you are too." Wanda didn't wait for Melanie's ansswer, she lead the girl over to the basement door (a room Melanie had not been given access during her stay), unlocked it and took her downstairs.

Here Melanie, fearing for her future, meekly obeyed as she was stripped of her clothes. She was confused as what appeared to be metal lingerie was fetched and attached to her,covering her pussy while metal phallic objects on the inside were lubricated and slipped inside her. Her breats were similarly covered in a chrome bra, with intricate padlocks locking the garments in place. A ballgag in a head harness was added to keep her quiet and a straight jacket kept her arms unable to move.

Wanda admired her work, as Melanie let out a muffled moan. Finally a collar was slipped around the girl's neck, and a chain padlocked to the wall was locked similarly to her collar.

"There, perfect. Now let's see if you can manage a week without rubbing that needy hole or pinching those nipples." Wanda kissed the girl on her cheek as Melanie whimpered. She couldn't go a week like this, it was inhumane. She found it was about to get worse when Wanda pulled out her phone, pressed a few buttons, and watched as Melanie reacted to the vibrations in her pussy and ass from the toys inserted in the chastity device.

"Don't worry, it will just keep you nice and simmering while I make sure you did your actual job properly. I'll be back in a bit to feed and water you, and we can see how you feel then." With that Wanda walked up the stairs, switching the light off at the top, leaving poor Melanie writhing on a rug in darkness, unable to touch as her body was teased.

Melanie was laying down, legs spread, pumping her hips into the air in time with the pulsing vibrations inside her when Wanda returned. She switched off the toys as she offered the girl food, removing the gag and spoon feeding Melanie her dinner. Melanie never felt so humiliated. She was still hot with arousal, and could only open her mouth and chew as she was given food.

After, the toys were switched back on, and just before the gag could be put in place Melanie whimpered and grovelled, looking up at the woman pleadingly as the vibrations kept her horny. "Please ma'am. Either turn it off or... let me... oh god."

Wanda licked her lips, knowing it was time to enact a new part of her plan. "Oh dear, it's only been two hours and already you are begging for release, no wonder you were so eager to masturbate last week." Melanie could only kick helplessly as her body reacted to the pleasure building within.

"Do you want me to let you go and tell everyone what a whore you are? Is that what Melanie needs?" Wanda teased, upping the pulsations from the phone app as she asked.

"No...ahh please... I'm not... I can't... please." Melanie squirmed as her arousal grew. She knew this woman was teasing her, driving her to breaking point but she could do nothing but moan and whimper as her pussy dripped under the metal.

"Oh but you are Melanie. But I am feeling kind. If you truly don't want to be shown off as a whore, then maybe, just maybe I can still let you orgasm... if you agree to be my whore. My personal whore." Wanda gripped Melanie's cheeks and looked the girl in the eye as she waited a response.

"Oh no... ahhh ok.... god OK OK I accept" Melanie writhed, bucking her hips and spreading her knees, desperate for an orgasm. The vibrations slowed, bringing Melanie away from that much needed release.

"Now if you really want it, you'll have to please me first. Let's see if that tongue is as good as it looks." Wanda stood over Melanie, raised her skirt and pulled the bound girl into her dripping wet, hairy snatch. Melanie tasted her first ever pussy that night, but it wouldn't be her last.

The rest of the week saw Melanie kept locked up in the basement, occasionally let out for toilet breaks, humiliatingly fed food by the woman and used as Wanda's sex aid multiple times a day. Wanda was delighted with the progress, she had plenty of new content and knew as the week ended that she would need to act fast to keep poor Melanie in her web. She walked up to the girl, and set in motion the rest of her plan.

"Melanie, your week is up, congratulations, but we don't appear to have solved your issue. How many times did you lick my pussy just to please your own self? Just to give in to that needy desire to cum your brains out?"

"I don't know... I'm trying it's just... it's hard Mistress" Melanie bowed her head as the rest of the restraints were removed, leaving her in a metal collar and metal chastity device and bra.

"I know, I know dear, it's OK, auntie Wanda will look after you. Here's what we can do. We'll keep you in your chastity devices and after work or study you can come over and persuade me to unlock you. If I think you've done well you can kneel and accept my gift to you in the form of an orgasm. You're clearly too needy to ever be truly free of my guidance, but we can keep you at a good level can't we?"

Melanie nodded as she was tossed her old clothes back to put over the devices. Wanda grinned mischievously as the girl realised she wasn't getting her underwear back.

"Now hurry along, I'll see you back here whenever you need a treat, oh and also to help serve drinks at my garden party this weekend, Ms. Kingston at number 49 is coming, and she's dying to see how well trained I have you."

Melanie whimpered as she felt her pussy slicken, and hurried away from the woman who had kept her captive. She had no way to explain the new underwear choice to her boyfriend, and so weeks later she was single again, her body now the toy of her wicked neighbour, who didn't mind sharing poor Melanie with the neighbourhood after all.

Another great fantasy story. 🫦🤷‍♀️

Here is the second story to the poll I had

Dom tentacle monster x reader

You went down to the beach to relax. As you walked along, you found a small cave in the rocks. You decided to go explore. You could tell from the tide pools that the tide would rise enough to come into the cave but not so much as you wouldn't be able to get out at high tide.

As you looked through the tide pools you felt a small grasp on your ankle. You were expecting a small inquisitive octopus but instead you only saw a long tentacle reaching out of a small hole.

You watched as it slowly wrapped itself around your leg as another tentacle immerged from the hole. You knew what was happening. You read stories in the news of tentacle monsters but they were always far off. You didn't expect to find one so close to home. You could feel yourself get aroused as the tip of the first tentacle reached the hem of your swimsuit and the other started up your other ankle.

You take a few steps further deeper into the cave, away from the wave pools with the hard rocks to the softer sands as the tentacle monster following you. You sit down in the sand as it fully comes out of its hole. It watches you closely as it begins tugging down your bottoms to your knees.

You're not sure if it could smell your arousal or just seeing it free of clothing but the monster sped up it's advances on you. Both of your legs were now wrapped with the tentacles and others were now feeling it's way up your body to pinch around your nipples, occasionally sucking on it with a sucker and pulling up, making a popping sound.

It is now rubbing on your bits. You were biting your lip to stop from moaning out loud as it proceeded to lube you up with it's juices. Two small tentacles begins slowly stretching your ass as 1 keep rubbing on your front.

It finally found your sensitive spot. You couldn't help but loudly moan out and snap your legs shut on the tentacles. It quickly regain control and forces your legs back open as another tentacle is now muffling your moans as it pushes it way into your mouth. You try to stop it from rubbing that spot but as soon as you touch the tentacle monster, more tentacles wrap around your wrists and pin them to your side.

As if you weren't even pushing and struggling back, it folds your legs up and wraps the tentacles around your wrists and legs together. 'If this was a person, they would have you in a mating press,' you thought. As if it heard your thoughts, the tentacles working on you enter you and keep rubbing your sweet spot. You instantly cummed against it. But the monster wasn't done with you.

It adjusted itself until it's mouth was over your front and began licking up the mess you made from your orgasm. The whole time, it continued to pump in and out of your holes as if you never came. Once you were cleaned up with it's tongue, it made you a mess again by cumming all over, in and on you.

You felt it relax a bit. You were now allow to get up but it still hung on to you, it's tentacles still in you. You went to walk over towards the exit before tide got to high, it found a large rock to bend you over and began fucking you some more. Your eyes rolled up from the fresh feeling. You were already so full from it's last orgasm that you could feel it oozing out as it thrusted in.

You could feel the tentacles were getting rougher with you. It pulled harder on your nipples. You can feel that it was now leaving function marks all over your body. The tentacle that is fucking your mouth wrapped around your throat as it began to fuck itself deeper down your throat, you could feel it tighten as the bulge of tip worked it's way down your throat. The tentacles that were holding your legs open were joining the others to stretch you further and fill you up more.

This time you came again with the monster. When is pulled is self out of you, you felt hollow. You rolled over onto your back. You watched it retreat back to the hole it first came from. But now high tide was in. You could swim out. Well normally you could but now your legs were noodles. There is no way you could swim out now.

You looked at your body and it was covered in dots and spots of all different sizes from the suckers. You decided that your only option was to take a nap and wait either for the tide to roll back out or until your legs had strength.

When you awoke, you could see the tide did recede. But you couldn't move. There was the tentacle monster again lubing you up. But it appears it has told it's buddies as there was 2 more now working there way to you. You can't believe it yourself but you already felt excited with what was to come.

Insanely attractive in showing the true courage of submissive liberty

Well I’m just into bondage and domination as a submissive. Can’t say why - just something went wrong in my development I guess….🤷‍♀️🤔

Looks ideal!!🤦🏼‍♀️☺️

100 hours in bondage (rules)

Feedback is highly appreciated. Don’t worry will setup several backups to make it challenging but safe. There will be overall rules, rules for indoor and rules for outdoor. And Bondage of course…

Overall rules

Permanent chastity. No climax allowed until 100+ hours past

Permanently bound. Body must be roped, belted and/or chained @ all times

Access: at least one body cavity (anal or oral) stuffed @ all times

Indoor rules

Naked. No clothes allowed

Collared

Leather Cuffs on wrists and ankles

Belly chain or collar chain or ankle chain

Always Locked to a 20 feet / 6 meters Tether Chain unless:

1. During Relocating tether chain to other anchor point (max 5 minutes interval).

2. With cuffed or belted ankles and hands cuffed behind back

3. During very restrictive (immobilized) bondage

Outdoor rules

Rope,leather or chain full body harness

Butt plugged

Maximum two pieces of clothing allowed

No private transport allowed. Only walking and public transport

Maximum time spend outdoor 4 hours

Daily Bondage Tasks (every 24 hours)

Tasks can be split up in single hours but must be completed every 24 hours. When not completed a task within 24 hours the remaining hours are doubled added to the next day. Only full hours count.

Hooded 2 hour

Standing w/ spreader-bar and hanging from the wrists 1 hour 

Hands cuffed behind back 2 hours 

Panel gagged 2 hours

Ring or ball gagged 2 hours

Tied / strapped to a chair with cuffed wrists 3 hours

Hogtied 1 hours

Spread eagle on the floor 1 hour

Kneeling. Belted ankles and thighs. Collar and wrist cuffs locked to wall 1 hour

On all four. Ankles cuffed and connected with a short chain to crotch chain. Thigh cuffs linked to Belly chain. Wrist cuffs also linked to Belly chain using short chains. 1 meter long steel leash locked to floor anchor. Muzzle gag. 1 hour.

Sensory deprivation and control. Strapped to a chair. Earphones. Audio Hypnotic slave training. Hooded and blindfolded. Wrists cuffed behind. 2 hours

Domestic chores. Chain locked to collar and locked ankle chains making standing straight almost impossible. Wrists cuffed and locked to belly chain. Steel butt plug (pad)locked in. 3 hours

I don’t know why but I get really hot reading this story and would love to be in her place.

(Final? Chapter for @dommeana and @deniedbitch. Two amazing women. Check out their pages, show them some love for being my characters and muses for this series.)

I was so happy. Kristen had just one final training session. I was so wet, thinking about how good she was at being hypnotized now. It was so crazy. It wasn't even like she thought for herself at all anymore, she just anticipated and helped me.

The soft whispers that played in our house day in and day out kept her moving around, doing this, doing that. She was even helping me too. My house is huge, and it was a full time job keeping it clean and preparing it for... something. I guess... maybe? She laid out my clothes for me, she made sure the remote controlled vibrator collection always had at least one charging, one inside me. She kept reminding me of the rules I'd set. I had such a hard time remembering them all now. I trusted her though. She was such a good submissive, helping me everywhere she could.

Seeing my little pet slave mumbling her mantras as I walked through the house... mmmfff... god, she is so sexy. She would come up to me and slide her fingers into my little lace panties, stroking my clit as the buzzing vibrator inside me pulsed and throbbed. Every time I got close, my mind got thick and foggy.

She knew, even without me saying, when I was right on the edge. She just smiled and pulled her hand free, putting her fingers in my mouth so I could clean them. Pretty maid needs to clean. Wash and scrub. When the jobs are done, she can cum. I... I can't think. So hard to think. Soft sexy fog in my head. Always hot, always needy.

Kristen was such a good submissive. She made sure I had everything I needed to do my job. Wet panties. Empty mind. Sexy clothes. Obedient mind. Buzzing vibe, not strong enough to let me cum. Empty mind. Soft voice playing constantly, everywhere. Obedient mind. Spirals and fractals on every screen. Empty mind.

Such a good submissive. I'd been struggling recently, trying to trigger her, but it just seemed like she was always able anticipate my commands. She would sink to her knees, licking and sucking. She would bring me right to that fuzzy, foggy edge and my mind would blank. I would always wake up alone, my pussy throbbing with need. It felt like I hadn't cum in weeks, but when I asked about it, Kristen always replied that I had told her to stop. I hadn't earned it yet. I knew there were still things to clean, so she was right.

I would always show my gratitude then, when she corrected me. Her fingers in my hair as she rode my mouth, screaming her devotion to her Owner. It struck me as odd, since she had always called me Mistress, but her lusty cries of pleasure always washed the worries out of my mind.

There were times when I felt like I just wasn't able to keep up, I was struggling. Something just wasn't right but I couldn't figure it out. I always ended up going to Kristen and asking her for help. She's my submissive. Helping me is what makes her happy.

Thankfully, she is still a perfect little pet for me, and knows exactly what I need. She would bend me over and spank me hard, making me squeal in pain as she asked me over and over where I was failing. Where I was lacking. I would tell her that the house was too big. She replied that she had been able to keep it clean. I could too. She was right. I got more spankings for that.

I told her about cleaning the floors. It was so difficult, wiping up the drooling, dripping arousal that constantly leaked down my legs and onto the floor. I always wound up crawling in circles, wiping up the arousal I'd left on my last circuit, unable to keep myself from leaking even more as I cleaned. Yesterday it got even worse when she said I should be dusting too. She grabbed the lube and slipped the plug on the end of the feather duster into my ass. God, it was so humiliating. She would always giggle and pat my cheek now, knowing the arousal fogged my brain even more. It made my cheeks burn and my aching, greedy pussy flood.

If I could just cum, I know I could do better, but Kristen said I had told her not to let me cum until the whole house was clean. She was such a good girl, helping me remember through the fog.

She would remind me when it was time for her training, then bring me to our computers. She would load the programs. She told me I had asked her to show me, so I could understand what her training felt like. I didn't remember that, but she said it was her place to help me. She said that since I wasn't the target of the training it wouldn't work on me. I had a hard time understanding that, but she just squeezed my tits, and my worries vanished. She was right. I knew that. She was my submissive, and she was such a good girl for helping me understand her new needs.

It was incredible. I got entirely new insights, understanding her drives and desires so much better. I totally understood how good it felt to be Empty and Obedient. I knew how happy she was when following orders. So much easier to just relax and let others think for you.

After the sixth training session, I tried to sit her down and talk to her about her new submissive needs, but she just smiled and kissed me. She told me she understood and was so happy I was trying hard to know her better. She loved being my submissive so much. She admitted it was almost like she could anticipate my every need and desire.

I tried to talk about it, but she smiled and said she wanted to try something. She wanted to see how good a submissive she was at anticipating me. I was floored by her suggestion. She said she thought it would be a good idea to have me wear a ball gag, so I couldn't give her orders. That way, she could see how good she was at anticipating and delivering on my desires.

I was shocked.

It was such an amazing idea!

When the gag slid into place, I shivered with bliss. It felt so right. Not even having to speak to get her to obey. The only downside was it made me drool all over my uniform, my tits and the floor.

It made it impossible to keep the house, myself and my uniforms totally clean. I spent hours that day scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees, my ass stuffed with the plug attachment on the little feather duster, lips pried open, pussy and mouth both dripping onto the floors.

I was always so horny. Sometimes the vibe inside me would pulse and throb even harder for a few seconds, making me quiver and shake. It felt so good, I needed to cum. But every time I tried to stroke my clit, get past that foggy, brain melting Edge, Kristen would come in to the room. She was so good at anticipating my needs. She just seemed to know.

But... the house still wasn't clean. I learned quickly what she liked so much about the sting of the paddle. Even a Mistress has to follow the rules, she'd tell me. I would always flush with shame. She was right. If I couldn't follow my own rules, how could I expect her to?

She would make me lick her boots in apology. I would always flush with shame and arousal, understanding now how the act was so humiliating but fulfilling. Every time though, my mind fogged with lust and happiness as I made my eager little submissive cum over and over. Licking her boots made a mess in her pussy. Pretty maid needs to clean. So I did. It was my rule, she said. She understood if it was hard to remember. So I would lick and clean her wet, dripping pussy, over and over, until it was all clean. Then the gag would go back in and I had to scrub the floor clean of my own arousal again.

Finally, it was time for her seventh and final session. Kristen drove us there. She had to, since I was so distracted by the throbbing need between my legs. She had to handcuff my hands behind me to keep me from playing. The house was still dirty, but Kristen reminded me there would be plenty to clean at His house during our visit.

When we got there, we had a problem. It was too difficult to stand without my hands, given my heels and the plug. We'd taken the duster off the plug for the drive, but she told me it would go back in when we got there. She was so good at helping me. Anyway, my luxury car was so low, I couldn't get out. Kristen had the brilliant idea to collar and leash me, so she could help me out. Since I was gagged, I had to nod and plead with my eyes, knowing she would do anything to help her Mistress.

When that collar clicked closed, it was like a bolt of pleasure electrified my nipples, and the hard points tented my maid costume. She attached the leash, and I moaned in pure lust. God, it felt so good. I sooo believed her now. I understood. It was like a light went on and comprehension flooded my fogged, horny mind. That leash was like a conductor, her hand a power source. Following the hand that held the leash sent blast after blast of arousal and humiliation through me as she led me in, every dripping step of the way.

I was so happy, I was finally able to see why it felt so good for her to submit. She led me in and uncuffed me, and I squealed with joy, seeing the broom, mop and rags sitting out and waiting for me next to his door. I bent over and Kristen threaded the duster back in, giving it a few gentle tugs to make sure it was seated properly. White flashes of hot arousal burned with every tug, and I moaned into the gag, knees shaking as I struggled not to cum.

Kristen smiled, kissed my forehead and sauntered into his room. Her glazed, blank eyes dilated as she saw him sitting in a chair, waiting for her. She sank to her knees and bowed before crawling up to him and laying her head in his lap. He spoke to her, and Kristen stripped down to her lingerie, her blank gaze staring into nothingness before she began to nuzzle her face into his jeans as she undid his belt.

I blinked, smiling. Her training was going so well, I wanted to stay and watch, but I had cleaning to do. It took almost four hours, but I finally finished. I was so happy! I put the cleaning supplies away, nearly cumming when I removed the plug. I went down the hallway to his door, delighted that I could tell Kristen about how I'd finally managed to clean a whole house, top to bottom. The door was closed, and I peeked inside.

I saw him sitting in his chair, and he waved me inside.

"This is the final session, and I thought you might want to see all the progress I've made."

I was ecstatic, and slipped into the room. Kristen knelt on the floor, eyes glassy and dazed, shivering as the buzzing sound of the vibrator reached my ears. It was buried deep inside her, held in place by her panties.

I sat on the couch, and watched. He leaned over her and spoke.

"Do you want to be a Good Girl?"

I knew she did, so I nodded along with her.

"Do you want to stay Empty and Obedient forever?"

God, yes she did. I nodded my encouragement to him.

"Do you want to exist to give Pleasure and Comfort?"

I nodded rapidly, sending my hair flying. She wanted that so much, I could feel it.

"Then all you need to do is drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop over and over. Every breath in pulling in Obedience and Submission. Every breath out carries Free Will and Thought with it. In... and out... In... and out... Dropping deeper. Falling further into my gentle voice. Dropping, dropping dropping. Breathing in... and out... In... and out... In... and out... Drop. Drop. Drop. Until you are totally Empty and Obedient. Empty and Obedient. Totally submissive. Completely controlled. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. So easy. So weightless. No worries, no stress. Just Obedience and Emptiness. Breathing in... and out... in... and out..."

I could almost feel it. The soft, Empty Obedience washing over her Helpless, Submissive mind. It was so easy to focus on his voice. I'd been hearing it for weeks, and it was so Calming. So Relaxing. I loved listening to his Voice so much.

"Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop over and over. Every breath in pulling in Obedience and Submission. Every breath out carries Free Will and Thought with it. In... and out... In... and out... Dropping deeper. Falling further into my gentle voice. Dropping, dropping dropping. Breathing in... and out... In... and out... In... and out... Drop. Drop. Drop. Until you are totally Empty and Obedient. Empty and Obedient. Totally submissive. Completely controlled. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. So easy. So weightless. No worries, no stress. Just Obedience and Emptiness. Breathing in... and out... in... and out..."

I could almost feel the world fall away. Like nothing mattered but his Voice. His desires. It was so easy to just listen. I could have ignored him if I wanted to, but it just felt so good to listen to the sound of his Voice. I knew now why Kristen loved it so much. He made it so easy. So comforting to be Empty and Obedient.

"Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop over and over. Every breath in pulling in Obedience and Submission. Every breath out carries Free Will and Thought with it. In... and out... In... and out... Dropping deeper. Falling further into my gentle voice. Dropping, dropping dropping. Breathing in... and out... In... and out... In... and out... Drop. Drop. Drop. Until you are totally Empty and Obedient. Empty and Obedient. Totally submissive. Completely controlled. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. So easy. So weightless. No worries, no stress. Just Obedience and Emptiness. Breathing in... and out... in... and out... Good Girls..."

I must have dozed off, because I woke to the sound of him snapping his fingers. Immediately, I felt the burning arousal return, the aching fire needing release. I squirmed, desperate to cum. Needing to cum. But I had to tell Kristen so she would know I hadn't broken the rules.

Kirsten smiled up at me, the blush on her face betraying her own arousal. We jumped up and rushed forward, wrapping each other in a warm embrace. Her kisses made the fire burn hotter, and she looked over at Him, as if asking permission to break from her training. I looked too, asking with my eyes, if it would hurt her training to take a break. He simply smiled and nodded, giving his blessing before taking a sip of his brandy.

I looked back at Kristen and showed her how happy I was that she was finally broken. How delighted I was for her that she was and would always be an Empty and Obedient pet. She made me kneel and show him how good I was at cleaning her messes with my tongue. How good of a maid I'd become. How happy I was when she helped me follow the rules. We showed him how happy we both were that he was so good at breaking a woman's will.

When I tried to tell her I had cleaned the whole house, Kristen reminded me that I still hadn't cleaned the room we were in.

She was so right!

I flushed with shame, and begged forgiveness. Kristen told me that since it was His house, he needed to punish my oversight. My foggy, dazed mind flashed with white hot pain as his hand cracked against my ass, over and over and over again, leaving me a dripping, squirming, needy mess. Since I hadn't cleaned everything, she said, I would get no reward. However, she deserved one for being an Empty and Obedient Good Girl. She was right again. He led her to the bed, and bent her over, pulling her panties aside and sliding deep into her pussy. She came immediately, his long, forceful thrusts shaking the bed as she squealed and moaned. I slid next to her, reaching up and squeezing her tits, emptying her mind. He smiled down at me in approval and I shivered with pleasure.

Kristen was screaming her way through her sixth orgasm when he groaned, teeth scraping her neck as she shuddered, flooding her body with his cum. They collapsed on the bed, both of them shaking with the powerful aftershocks.

Her juices coated his cock and his cum dripped from her overstimulated pussy. I smiled, knowing what I had to do now. I slid a pillow under her hips to keep the mess from dripping while I turned to him. His fingers slid into my hair as my mouth engulfed his cock. I moaned with lust fogged bliss as their combined flavors danced on my tongue. It took me a while to fully clean him, then I switched and got to work licking the still warm cum from Kristen's body.

By the time I finished, the sight of us, plus the stimulation he'd gotten from my warm, soft, wet mouth had him hard as steel again. He rolled onto Kristen, making her burst out laughing as he growled in her ear. My hands guided him back into her as she began to moan anew.

I sat back and watched. Waiting for them to need me again. I was so happy being the Mistress to my little Submissive pet. We were both Good Girls...

Kristen was clawing at his back, her legs locked behind him to keep him inside her. He looked up and said Kristen had told him an idea she had. He would move into my house so he could ensure her training never faded, helping me keep her Empty and Obedient. Plus, I still had to hold up my end of the deal and let him try to hypnotize me too. I was shocked and delighted. I knew right then that he belonged there. His pretty Kristen Kitty and Ana Maid would help him fit right in to the house. And we would welcome him with mouths... and pussies... and between tits... and in the bed... on the table... over the couch... and...

Love the shoes!!💁‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

Beveled Futomomo.