Brandi was bored. It wasn't just a boring day or boring week, but it had been a boring couple of years. She had gone about her normal life. She had boyfriends that most likely only liked her for her big tits. She had jobs where she was probably hired for the same reason. She went to movies, went to eat, hung out with friends, but it all just seemed so bland. Brandi thought that she was missing some sort of purpose. She even thought that she might have had that sort of purpose once, but lost it somewhere along the line.
She wasn't necessarily unhappy, but when she laid in bed at night she often wondered what would make her feel more fulfilled. She fell asleep before the answer came.
But sometimes, in the deepest dreams, she would have vivid fantasies that felt almost like memories. When she would awaken, she was at peace, completely content and fulfilled, but unable to quite remember what they were about.
Brandi was going to go out on a second date with a guy that night. He was nice enough and he seemed to have money. Brandi would've fucked him the first night, but he didn't seem to be aware of that and hadn't tried anything. That didn't bode well. The sooner guys wanted to take advantage of her, the sooner she could get them to take the hint about giving her "gifts". She knew it was whore-ish to want to exchange sex for money or things, but a girl had to do what a girl had to do.
Her doorbell rang. Brandi looked through the peephole. It was her ex-boyfriend. Brandi had ran into him and his girlfriend, a pretty girl named Alexa, a few months ago. They had seemed content and for some reason, Brandi had been genuinely glad to see him. She couldn't put a finger on why though. She had the same feeling now.
Brandi opened the door. "Hey," she said, exaggerating the confused expression on her face, "what are you doing here?"
Her ex looked Brandi up and down, a small smile on his lips. They lingered on her tits for a little long and Brandi repeated, "What do you want?"
"I want my bitch again," he said.
Instantly, her ex-boyfriend was gone, replaced by Brandi's Master. Everything else dropped out of Brandi's mind. Dates, boyfriends, dinners, friends... none of it mattered. His pleasure mattered. That was everything.
Brandi suddenly realized that she was fully dressed before her Master. It was like some sort of cardinal sin in her mind. She wasn't wearing the make-up that he liked. She hadn't been keeping her body in the exact form that he liked it. She wasn't even wearing her best lingerie beneath those silly clothes.
Then, Brandi realized that she didn't know how long it had been since her Master had gotten off. She didn't know what to do. Should she strip down or kneel down? She decided to give him the choice.
"Master," Brandi said. "Should I strip? Change into something kinky for you? Or would you like to fuck my throat like this?" She opened wide for demonstration.
"Strip," Master said as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. He locked it.
Brandi's clothes hit the floor almost instantly. Her shirt had been chosen for its cleavage, but if she had known she would be Master's whore again she would have worn something so much sluttier. Her little shorts followed. They made her ass look great, but a skimpy little thong would have made it look better for her Master. The bra and panties came next. Each of them covered far too much skin for a whore like Brandi.
"Kneel," Master said.
Brandi's knees hit the floor and she opened wide. Instead, a hand swung down and slapped her in the face. In was degrading. It was bliss. When she looked again, Master's dick was out and Brandi went to work. She devoured.
"You adjusted Alexa before I set you all free," Master said.
Brandi's heart jumped a little. She had, yes, but in hopes of making Master happy. She had made her agreeable to any kinky sex that Master wanted, while providing him the relationship that Brandi had believed he wanted.
Brandi kept sucking, using her hands to fondle Master's balls. It had been a while since she had used her mouth to truly worship a dick and she had lost practice. She knew that Master had no problem shoving it down her throat and she hoped that he would use force to overcome her weaknesses while her throat re-acclimated to his usage.
"You told her to agree to anything I wanted. At first I thought I had just found a kinky girl, but as I asked for weirder and weirder shit, I realized that she had no limits. And I realized that you had taken them away."
His tone was very neutral and Brandi couldn't tell how he felt. Was he mad? Brandi had only done what she thought would make him happiest. His pleasure was the chief driving force of her life. She wanted to look up at his face and see if she could see any other clue, but sucking Master's dick was more important and she didn't want to fuck up the angle.
"At one point, I even asked her how she felt about having a harem full of sluts for me to fuck. Alexa told me that the idea of me having my pick of whores to fuck made her wet and horny."
Brandi hadn't considered that. She wanted to unlock all the kinky delights in the world for her Master, but still give him the relationship he wanted. She hadn't considered that it would create an imbalance that would ruin the fantasy.
Master's balls were already swelling. It had been a while since someone had sucked him dry. Brandi felt shame that she hadn't been around to blow him. She hoped that Alexa had done a good job in her absence.
"I think I know why you did it. I think I even know when and how. I've figured it all out. I'm not a stupid man, of course. I built the solution to rewiring a human mind. And I did it to you, but... but I thought it was false. I thought it was an illusion. I thought that I could punish my exes, have some kinky sex, and when I was done, I would send you all away."
Brandi was working his dick farther back with each thrust, gagging and then pushing that boundary farther the next time. This was the fulfillment that she had been lacking.
"But I miscalculated. I didn't just create some kinky sex slave. Well, I did, but not just that. I realized that you were committed to my entire happiness. If I can be cheesy, to my heart as well as my sock."
