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Ray was falling in love with Shannon more and more (if that was even possible) as the night went on. She had just pulled Jamie from her friends on a prescheduled night out, which was a huge step towards enslavement and her giving everything to them. She beat the absolute daylights out of David after being paid to do so. She "forced" Jamie to remove her boxing attire, smell her sweaty wrapped hands, smell her sweaty socked feet, eat her toe jam, and worship every inch of her toes and soles. "Forced" wasn't the right word, Jamie obviously wanted to do it, but she didn't really know she wanted to until Shannon manipulated her into realizing it. Now, he was about to get his dick sucked again.
He was ecstatic!
He did his best to keep a straight face as Shannon asked Jamie if she wanted to blow him, but everyone knew it wasn't a question: it was a command. Jamie had not refused the command last time, and Ray knew she wouldn't this time.
"I don't want to offend Goddess. I'm not sure what to say, like last time I...." Jamie stammered a bit before Shannon interrupted her by saying:
"It was a yes or no question, so fucking yes or fucking no?"
"Yes?" Jamie said meekly and quietly with that upward inflection implying uncertainty or the word being a question.
"God damn it, that answer was pathetic. I will not have a pathetic slave who can't answer a fucking question."
"Yes Goddess I would like to suck his dick please" Jamie blurted out.
"Better.... Jesus." Shannon sighed while shaking her head.
"Get to it!" Ray said, then thought quickly and continued "Wait, I'm going to relax for this. Come here."
Ray left the ring and moved to the couch at the side of the room, slid his shorts and boxers down and sat his naked ass on those same gym shorts after he laid them on the couch cushion. He leaned back and shot a look at Jamie, implying it was time to get to work.
She had followed him, unsure of where he was going. Now seeing where this was about to happen, she smiled, knelt down, and said:
"Thank you Master for the opportunity to suck your dick, I hope I do well!" She smiled as she leaned forward and took his semi hard cock into her mouth without the use of her hands, which she had moved behind her back.
'She actually thanked me for sucking my dick and swallowing what I'm about to give her?' He thought wordlessly. 'What the actual fuck is going on here? What is up with this girl? Never did I dream Shannon would be so right or I would demolish her personal pride so much by simply humiliating her on the mats.'
'She is ours, completely. It's over. She may or may not know it right now, but it's fucking over' He continued to think as he looked over at Shannon. She was still in the ring and leaning on the ropes, watching everything with a massive smile. She slipped gracefully through the ropes and walked over, swaying her hips with a bit of extra swagger as she took up a position standing just behind Jamie.
Jamie surely noticed, but she didn't break from her pleasuring of Ray's rock hard cock. God dammit was sure good at this! Shannon beamed with pride at what was happening with Jamie's progress towards full enslavement and joy at seeing the pure ecstasy on Ray's face. Then, the smile faded as a devious grin spread across her face. She held up one figure in the universal "Hold on one minute" gesture and sat next to Ray. She grabbed Jamie's hair and pulled her swirling tongue and soft lips off of his cock.
"Excuse me," She said calmly, "He gets a fucking thank you? What the fuck? Where is my God damn thank you?"
"I'm so sorry Goddess, Thank you for letting me suck Master Ray's dick." She said, emphasizing the words "Thank you". She continued "I wasn't sure what to say, its honestly a bit weird to suck his dick in front of you. I'm not a homewrecker, I don't want to trouble a marriage, I'm a bit...." She trailed off when Ray grabbed her jaw and turned her head up toward him.
"Sucking my dick is your privilege and reward for doing well, she would never deny you that or offer it if she doesn't mean it. You don't have to babble apologetically. Now..." he tilted her head down, putting his still hard as a rock dick right in front of her "this needs someone's attention."
"Yes Master." She said and went back to work as Shannon released her hair.
Ray tilted his head back on the couch and enjoyed the moment. Once again, here he was with this beautiful amazon's lips wrapped around his cock and her tongue moving like a tornado around the head of his dick. Men would kill to have this girl: 6'1" of toned body, big-but-not-too-big tits, thick but toned ass and everything else a warm-blooded man would want. Not just that, she was open minded enough to put on a bikini and roll on the mat with a stranger: completely fine with them copping a feel and open to that weird intimacy that comes with helping them fulfill a fantasy they hide from the world. She would probably be open to all kinds of kinky shit with a husband or boyfriend, sucking their dicks and making their twisted sexual fantasies come true.
Instead of the men clamoring to get to her, here she was being enslaved by he and Shannon. Sucking Ray's dick. Not some tall jock's dick. Not some muscular stud's dick. Not some rich mother fucker's dick. Not some handsome gentleman's dick. His dick. And it was a glorious feeling!
He remembered what Shannon had said before their first session: "first you own her body, then get in her head, then own her mind, then you break her spirit. Then, if she is willing, she lets you own her soul."
He thought back to owning her body on the makeshift mat in the hotel that night, about making her tap over and over after getting to agree that the loser of a fall would worship the winner's feet. That was both owning her body and getting into her head. He kept feigning offense during the session when he deliberately pushed too hard and talked just enough to stay in her head. It was obvious by the end he had broken her spirit when she started pouring out her thoughts and sucked his toes for two hours without being told directly to do so.
"Do what comes natural." he had said to her at the end of the session after he put her on the floor at his feet while he sat over her on the bed. She had done just that, giving his toes and feet a tongue bath he had not expected. It had been the best foot worship experience of his life. Sure Shannon had done it a few times, but Jamie had given herself to the experience where Shannon was obviously doing just enough to meet some obligation she felt as Ray's girlfriend (at the time).
From her confession while in Shannon's head scissors it was obvious he had owned her mind. Jamie hadn't slept well, had snapped on people, and couldn't process what happened. It was obvious Ray had been living rent free in her head ever since.
Now here she was, sucking his dick again after worshiping Shannon's sweat soaked feet. If this wasn't her letting them own her soul, Ray didn't know what would be.
'She even asked to suck it this time, begged to suck it last time, and thanked me for the chance both times.' He thought to himself. That had to be evidence of her letting them own her soul. Ray was no profiler, but he was a psychologist and knew she was ready to fully give herself to them.
'She is ready to be our property. Our pet. Our toy. Our slave!' His inner thoughts continued.
