This choice: Be sneaky about it - control her mind a bit. • Go Back...Chapter #8Monica, Travis's slave girlfriend by: Unknown Travis could barely keep his arousal in check as his clueless girlfriend smiled at him from the bed. She put down her magazine and rubbed the bed beside her. "You know... The way you're looking at me, Trav... I can't help thinking about that big cock of yours."
Travis grinned. And I can't help thinking about how boring in bed you are, he thought. But not much longer!
His didn't really have to try to hard to look excited. "Close your eyes, babe. I got a surprise for you."
With one last happy look she closed her eyes and hummed happily to herself. While she did, he pulled out the gun on mind control and then shot it at her. Nothing at all really seemed to happen and for a minute Travis was wondering if he did it right. With a shrug, he stooped down and slid the gun under the bed.
He scratched his chin, wondering how to start.
"Forget about the surprise. There is no surprise."
Monica opened her eyes but didn't look confused or disappointed. She was eyeing him with the same excited, expectant look she was before. It was as if he had just reset time. Feeling a little more bold, he took it a step further. "You believe everything I say." He paused. "Right, babe?"
"Of course I do." She replied immediately.
He raised an eyebrow. "The sky is green. What color is the sky?"
"Green," she replied without a trace of how weird a thing it was.
"It's blue," he said.
"The sky is blue," Monica repeated, without changing her expression.
Travis grinned. Show time.
"Monica, there's something you've been hiding from me, but you want me to find out what it is."
Monica's eyes widened a little bit, looking excited. She sat up against the pillows. "Did you find out what it was."
Travis grinned smugly. "You're amazingly submissive. You have fantasizes of me dominating you, of you following my every command - and the thought of it turns you on to no end."
Monica was gathering herself up on her knees, now, looking cute in her bra and pajama pants as she squirmed excitedly, her lips pursed. "And will you, Travis? Right?"
"Call me Master."
"Yes, Master," she instantly replied, the smile not leaving her face.
"Tell me you want to be your slave."
"Oh, pleeease please please, Master, take me! Make me your slave!" To his surprise, he saw her lower a hand down toward her hips and play with the top of her pajama pants.
This was too good to be true. Travis couldn't believe how well it worked. Monica was practically on the verge of begging. It was as if he'd just erased her entire sexual history and reprogrammed her to be exactly into what he was into. He leaned forward and grabbed her, drawing her to the foot of the bed as he crushed her lips against his in a forceful kiss. He felt her gasp excitedly against his embrace as if he'd just liberated something inside of her.
Travis pulled away, his erection straining against his pants as his amazingly hot girlfriend was nearly melting at the idea of being his submissive slut.
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