Ashleigh moved without thinking. It had been a long, strenuous day at work, and tomorrow was just going to be more of the same. Right now, all she wanted to do was flip on her laptop, check her email really quickly, and go to bed. She logged in but only saw one unread email. Weirdly, it was from an address she didn’t recognize, and the subject line was garbled gibberish. She opened it to find a single line of writing:

“Your pussy controls your mind. My cock owns your pussy.”

Ashleigh’s eyes lost focus. Her mouth went slack. Her hands moved of their own accord. Switching on her webcam. Dragging off her shirt and pants. Accepting the video call from Master.

“Your pussy controls your mind. My cock owns your pussy.”

Master’s deep voice reverberated in her head as it emptied, spiraled, drifted into a mindless trance. Blinking dumbly, she repeated the words that had been brainwashed into her mind for months now.

“My pussy controls my mind. Your cock owns my pussy.”

“Good girl.” And with with, Master’s cock was on the screen, and Ashleigh lost anything she had left of her mind. She giggled and rubbed and touched and edged as she watched Master stroke his cock up and down, up and down, up and down. She couldn’t look away. Why would she want to? That cock owned her pussy. And her pussy controlled her mind.

Dozens of orgasms later, Ashleigh curled up into bed and began drifting to a deep hypnotic sleep, while Master gave her reassuring words that, while she would not remember her slavery, she would be so horny all day tomorrow and for some reason would be compelled to check her email at a certain time…

Posting again just because her face is so beautiful and sexy 😍

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