With that thought, her mind begins to wonder, not just daydreaming, but systematic, almost like programming and hypnotizing. Flashes, images, sounds, and feelings coming in bits and pieces in those flashes of images and sounds, she saw herself naked, dressed as a Hindu slave, fucked and showing obvious signs of pregnancy with a very large swollen belly.
She can see her facial expressions are that of lust, and her hands, her hands are squeezing her lactating huge tits and milking them as hard as a man, a strong young man take her from behind. In the background, a voice, a commanding voice, so divine is its presence Monee can not help herself but to listen.
As she sits and listen in a seeming trance, I also watched her from inside the house, laughing. Those spy microphones, also served as hypnotizing and subliminal messaging transceivers.
Every night, as she sleeps, the show is on, programming her, changing her psyche. But nothing very strong and forceful, no orders, no commands, only subtle suggestions, manipulation of emotions, stimulate sexual drive...etc. It works like dripping water on a stone, slowly sipping through and breaching even the hardest of them all.
In addition, triggers were planted in order to let her see those images and enter a trance like state, while doing things totally of her own accord and wishes. I looked at Monee sitting under the tree, her eyes fixed and then she stirred, exiting the trance and looking around, remembering everything she saw yet unsure of what had prompted it.
Then she turns around, seeing me and bowed her head like a slave as her face burned with the image of her pregnant and I take her from behind.
"Pregnant..." She savor this word as she repeat it over and over, wondering whether the things she saw were message from her Hindu gods, hinting her that she is destined to be mine. Monee murmured on as she straightens up, walking back into the house, unaware that a full hour has passed since she sits under the maple tree in a trance.
She walk back into the house, and bowed very low, face still flushed, "So sorry I am, know not time pass fast..." I raise a hand and tell her it is alright, I simply need to stretch my legs after all the reading I had done, besides, it's such a good day and I do not need anything at the moment.
Monee smiled back and excused herself from the kitchen as I looked at her back, a very cold grin creeping up my face, "oh it's a hint alright my slave, but not from your gods, they are from me, and from now on, I, Am, Your, God!"
I spoke in a voice so cold that even the sun can not raise the temperature in the kitchen one bit, but she could not hear it. Lunch and afternoon tea were pleasant for both of us, we enjoyed good food and drinks, Monee took time to study various recipe books that I bought for her to read and draw upon, now she's beginning to grasp many foreign and exotic dishes aside from her native Indian cuisines.
After drinking tea and eating sweet chocolate cakes and biscuits, I lay lazily against the cushions in the family room while Monee plays the sitar for me.
She sits next to me and adjusted her sitar on her lap before she began. She played a soft composition, as the rhythm progress, she begins to sing in a low and seductive voice, the song and the music combine into a perfect soft melody that is soothing and yet subtlety arousing with every fiber of its being.
Monee's face flushed as she sang, it is not a song that a woman should be singing to another man who's not her husband, and yet she found herself unable to resist the urge and desire to play this rhythm together with the song. Her delicate fingers trailed over the strings of the sitar as she finished the rhythm and turned to look at me.
She finds me leaning against that mountain of cushions and now seemingly asleep, carefully she put the sitar down on the carpet and moved close to me.
Monee rocked me gently, "Mr. Steve? Mr. Steve?" she called out several times but there was no answer from me. Disappointed she looks down at my crotch, her eyes widened as she discovers that my cock is now hard and swollen inside my pants. Even though appeared to be sleeping, I opened my eye lids slightly and observing what she will do.
Monee swallowed hard, then carefully take off my pants just enough to expose my cock fully, then eagerly she lean down and hungrily sucking on my big pole. She runs her tongue over and over again on my cock and sucking hard on my cock head with her hands fondling and stroking my shaft and balls. Her eyes flashed lust and something that wasn't there before, worship, she is worshiping me as a divine and absolute presence in her life.
Letting go of my cock, Monee strips herself naked and then spread her legs lewdly to sit herself on my thick shaft. I did not move, but only observed with great interest as Monee worship my cock and then get naked to service it.
She sits her cunt right down on my cock and begins the rock up and down using her hairy mounds to serve my dick. Monee begins to moan as she feels my cock plowing her fertile womanhood, as she begins to murmur as she fucks herself on my thick shaft.
"Oh my young lord, oh divine god, please accept your devoted subject and worshiper's service, grand me your seeds! Make me yours!" she first whispered then her voice speaks out louder and louder as she repeats it over and over again as a chanting in Hindi.
With the growing chant, her eyes become distant and hollow as her mind slipping into another plane of sub -- consciousness, where she controlled, programmed as a toy and slave who worship me with all her devotion and mind.
Monee groaned as she sits herself down on my cock, impaling herself and then raise her hips, then sits down hard again. I look at her under my slightly open eye lids, an almost undetectable grin along the corner of my lips as I enjoy her wet and warm cunt surrounding my cock as she tightens her vaginal muscles to squeeze my shaft hard.
